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Aemond Targaryen x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3628 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is closer to Aegon, which is unacceptable to Aemond, who is in love with her and always has been

(Disclaimer: I despise the brutality against women used as a plot device for 'entertainment' so any SA or ickiness regarding Aegon doesn't exist in my universe. He's still a burden on the realm and uber pathetic tho)

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You had always cared for Aegon.

He could be challenging sometimes, you knew that better than anyone, but that didn’t change the fact that he was important to you. As children, he would share his toys with you and tell you stories of worlds far beyond this one.

Things changed as you got older, of course, but he was still Aegon. It didn’t matter how crass, cruel, or drunk he got.

He was your truest friend, and that meant that you were willing to put up with certain things for his sake.

At this moment, for example, you were listening to him drunkenly ramble about battle strategy and knights he figured he could best in combat over dinner. Did you particularly care about either of those things? Of course not.

…but Aegon did, so you listened all the same.

Just as the rest of his family did, because like it or not, he was the firstborn son and this kingdom was his to inherit.

One member of his family, in particular, was less than thrilled with this arrangement. At the other end of the table sat Aemond, the second son of King Viserys Targaryen, drinking from his own goblet to keep the bile from rising in his throat.

You had to be kidding.

Did you truly find his brother that interesting? It wasn’t possible that you actually believed him capable of besting Sir Harwin Strong in hand-to-hand combat. Aegon could hardly stand on his own most of the time.

He would die in a fight like that, and Aemond knew you were clever enough to know that. Still, you said nothing as he continued his rant.

You just kept listening, with a soft smile playing at your lips, as if his idiot brother wasn’t an embarrassment to his bloodline.

“I know for certain that I could have been a knight, the best knight there ever was” Aegon spouted, slurring his words lightly toward their end and earning a soft giggle from you as you imagined what that would look like.

It was a lie.

Aegon didn’t have what it took to be a knight by any stretch of the imagination but your laughter wasn’t so much about what he said. More than anything, it was about Aegon. He was drunk, as he so often was, but in moments like these, it didn’t matter.

This was how he’d been as a boy too, and that was the part that amused you. The slight glimpses of the dreamer he’d been before the world had robbed him of his right to dream.

Before he’d turned into nothing more than a man, seeking out his own pleasures, even at the expense of every other.

“I think I would quite like to see that” you mused, sipping from your own cup, though you weren’t anywhere near as under the influence as he was. You had been nursing the same goblet all night, one cup for Aegon’s seven.

It wasn’t really a challenge, but like he so often did, Aegon took it as one anyway.

“I would venture I could even beat Aemond, if he’d be brave enough to face me,” he added, shooting his brother a look that did sort of alarm you. It was beyond harmless musings about the knights of the realm and famed warriors.

This was a bit more personal, and you didn’t like where it was heading. “I could even cover an eye, make it fair for him”

Naturally, in his drunken state, Aegon’s movements were clumsy and rash but the implications when his left hand came up to cover his eye were just as impactful as they would have been if they’d been delivered sober.

You were silent for a moment, your gaze shifting between the future King’s lopsided grin and the sharp glare of his younger brother.

He knew that he’d been insulted, and you didn’t expect him to forgive it, but shot him a look anyway. It was small, but the message was clear.

You were asking him to ignore his brother’s ill conceived attempt at humor.

“Alright, perhaps you should slow down, Aegon” you suggested finally, resting your hand gingerly on his wrist, all but forcing the cup in his hand back to the table’s surface the moment he once again attempted to lift it to his mouth.

He had already been drinking most of the day and as the sun slowly retreated from the sky, it was certainly time to stop. Your fear for what he’d do if he didn’t was only furthering your insistence.

Not that you could make that clear outright.

“Y/N’s right, it’s about time for everyone to turn in” Alicent agreed, shooting you a thankful glance as she stood from the table, glad that she didn’t have to step in. The King had already gone back to his chambers, and with her leaving, everyone else was sure to follow suit.

Alicent had always been glad for the bond you shared with Aegon, though she didn’t understand it, especially in moments like this.

You were probably the only person who could have ever gotten him to do as you asked without the tantrum that normally followed. “Goodnight, your Grace” you called, watching as she and Helena retreated from the room, leaving you, Aegon and his brother alone in the room.

In the back of your mind, you were aware that Aemond was still watching you, his blue eye unwavering as he studied you, but you didn’t have time to figure out why.

Not before his brother once again pulled your attention to him instead.

“I’m not finished” Aegon tried, bringing the chalice back to his lips only for Aemond to scoff over your shoulder.

He would truly never understand how his brother had managed to survive this long, much less maintain his place in line for the throne. He had no real business being there, and he wouldn’t, if it hadn’t been for his birthright.

Though that would just be among the list of things Aemond didn’t understand, like why you were so determined to take such good care of his pathetic brother, when you got nothing back in return.

Aegon would never show you the same courtesy, not in the way he would, had he been in his place.

“Yes you are, it’s time for bed” you spoke softly to your oldest friend, but your eyes had found their way across the table to Aemond and his now sour attitude.

It was no secret that he and his brother didn’t exactly get along, but you didn’t understand what had happened tonight that was any more irksome to him than any other night. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d insulted him, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Every night with Aegon was essentially the same, and no one was more used to that than Aemond was. Not even you.

“Will you take me?” the firstborn asked, that twisted smirk finding its way onto his face once more as he grinned, never ceasing his drinking even as he spoke about being done drinking.

Normally, one of the servant girls would be tasked with trying to get the future King to his chambers, but between his cheery mood this evening and the silent appreciation you’d gotten from the Queen, you figured you were up to the task tonight.

“If you promise to behave, I will take you” you agreed, finally reaching over to snag his cup from him completely, the stem held delicately between your fingers.

Again, Aemond found himself swallowing back more than just wine as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

Did the two of you really have to do this every night? Aegon was married after all, and if his mother had anything to say about it, you would be too, soon enough.

It was so far beneath you.

In Aemond’s opinion, his ridiculous brother could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve a moment of your time, but clearly, his believing that wasn’t enough to convince you. At this point, he feared nothing would.

“Are you serious?” he finally called out, not even bothering to hide the ugly tone in his voice. It was practically dripping with emotions, but whether that was jealousy or disgust, he wasn’t sure.

Perhaps it was some mix of both.

“About what?” you hummed, your focus not leaving his brother even as you spoke to Aemond, ignoring the clear upset in his voice in favor of getting the future King to his feet.

Because even when he was speaking directly to you, Aegon was all you could ever give your attention to.

Aegon was basically dead weight when he drank like this, and it was going to be quite the task for you to get him into bed without accident. Not that the servant girls complained, each and every night when they took the job.

They simply did what needed to be done, and you weren’t about to be any different. Those girls deserved a break from his drunken antics for once.

“I could get someone to do that for you. It isn’t your job to make sure he gets to bed” This time, Aemond was sure to monitor the venom in his voice, fully aware that it wasn’t getting him anywhere anyway.

If Aegon had spoken to you like that, you would have stopped everything to assess its origin, but from Aemond, it was almost as if he hadn’t opened his mouth at all.

Why he even bothered at all at this point, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured, draping the blonde’s arm over your shoulders and heading toward the door without a second look at his brother. The second son, the man who dreamed of taking care of you instead of forcing you to care for his every need.

The man who had been hopelessly pining over you for all the years you’d known him, but who you’d never once actually seen.

Left all alone at the table.

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You were able to move quietly through the halls, finding Aegon much less drunk than you’d originally assumed once he got to his feet. His steps were clunky, and he’d been whisper-yelling in Valyrian at you the entire time, but he wasn’t totally helpless.

He’d had enough to fully give up on the pretense of his birthright, but not enough to be slobbering on your shoulder, which you had enough cause to be thankful for. In the past, he’d not been so gracious.

“Alright, go to sleep now Aegon,” you cooed, pulling the covers up over him and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “In the morning, we can take a walk around the garden”

The only answer to your suggestion came in the form of gentle snoring, which made you smile in spite of yourself as you left the room.

It seemed to you that the only time the prince got any peace was when he slept. He hadn’t always been that way, but as the days passed, you found it harder and harder to ignore the way the world was changing him.

You weren’t blind to the truth.

It was just as obvious to you that Aegon was a disaster as it was to everyone else. You knew that he was a coward and a fool and that the care you had for him was the only thing keeping you from sharing the ire for him that so many others felt.

You knew that, but the truth remained that he was your oldest friend and you loved him for that, despite his many flaws.

You were many things, and loyal seemed to be chief among them, even if sometimes you wondered if your faith in him was misplaced. Would Aegon be a good King? You weren’t sure, but you knew that you would be by his side until the day he proved undeserving.

The Lord’s chamber door closed softly behind you and gave way to a long dark hallway, which you maneuvered expertly. You had taken the walk between your chambers and Aegon’s a thousand times and you knew it like the back of your hand.

Still, you couldn’t account for everything.

For example, you never could have expected to be grabbed from your path until it happened, and you found yourself standing in an adjacent room instead of the long expanse of the hallway. You couldn’t see it that well, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window available to help orient yourself.

It wasn’t an altogether distinctive space at first glance, but it didn’t take you long to place it anyway.

The grasp your kidnapper had on your arms remained, even as the moments ticked by, and while it wasn’t tight or uncomfortable, it gave away the perpetrator in an instant.

Aemond.

No one else was capable of so much selfish aggression while also maintaining such a tight composure. No one else would have cause to take you from the hall, and certainly no one else would have the gull to do so.

Still, for whatever reason, apparently the blonde had decided to snatch you from your normal path and was now just holding you here, a foul look on his usually handsome face.

“Care to explain yourself, my Lord?” you scoffed, removing your arms from his grip as gently as you could, and trying to figure out what could have possibly gotten into him.

It didn’t make any sense.

Never had he attempted something like this before, and you couldn’t work out what was going on, no matter how hard you tried.

“My problem? My problem is that you couldn’t possibly be more of a fool” he started, essentially ignoring your justified response in favor of his own feelings.

He couldn’t watch it anymore.

It was bad enough that his brother was a bumbling idiot without any care for history or culture, or any actual skill. He couldn’t have the throne, the realm, and the affections of you.

That would simply be too much.

Especially when he deserved it so much more. .

“What are you talking about? How much did you have to drink tonight?” you wondered. You were used to Aemond being moody, and he could be unpredictable sometimes but never had he put his hands on you like this. Never had he spoken to you in such a way.

It didn’t make sense, and if you were being honest, you didn’t like it. This was something you wouldn’t have given a second thought coming from Aegon, but here, with Aemond in front of you, it confused you.

Aemond scoffed, clearly not finding your care for his well-being as endearing now that it was aimed at him. Even an hour earlier, he would have been thrilled to have even an ounce of your affection, but not now.

Now, it was almost an insult.

He was so tired of being the second son, and the second in line for everything. Just once, he wanted someone to pick him over his idiot brother.

“Not nearly enough. Perhaps if I drank more, you’d actually look me in the eye”

That got your attention.

You were silent for a moment as you considered his words, and what they could possibly mean in regards to this conversation.

It was an obvious jab at his brother, but it still didn’t help you understand what all this was about and you were torn. You didn’t know how long you were supposed to let this go on or how you were supposed to react.

On one hand, you never would have wanted Aemond to be upset but on the other, you couldn’t exactly explain being alone together in the dark, in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t technically allowed considering that you were both unmarried, and while the Queen was fond of you, you were certain she wouldn’t like this.

You sighed, taking in the distance, or lack therefore, of space between the two of you before you finally broke your silence. “Aemond, enough of this, what has you so upset?”

Your voice was soft as you spoke, hoping to get him to calm down enough to actually speak to you. He had always been the more rational of the brothers and he was certainly better at communicating.

It was one of your favorite things about him, but right now, he sounded like Aegon and you didn’t like that one bit either.

You put up with Aegon out of care for him and hope for the kind young boy you had once known him to be, but Aemond was better than that. You enjoyed his company, and the time you spent together was time you treasured.

You didn’t understand why he was so angry with you tonight.

“I don’t understand why you love him when he treats you so poorly. What has he ever done to deserve your affections?” he wondered, his tone matching yours almost instantly.

It hadn’t been his intention to yell at you, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do, but one man could only take so much. At some point, he had to make it so that you saw who he was, and what he had to offer you.

Of course, Aemond would have preferred a heartfelt declaration of his feelings, in a room where he could actually see the sparkling of your eyes instead of this, but it was no matter.

Even if it had to be like this, little more than a hushed whisper under the cover of darkness, all that mattered was that you heard him.

…and what choice did you have after something like that? What had Aegon done to deserve your affections? You weren’t sure.

Granted, if you’d had time to think about it, you may have had a reason. You may have been able to explain the many reasons you’d chosen him as your closest friend but right now, you couldn’t think of a single thing.

All you could focus on was the way Aemond was peering down at you with so much intensity and the way his right hand had slowly snuck back up to your wrist at your side, fiddling with the fabric trim of your sleeve.

All you could see, and feel, was him in a way you’d never experienced before.

“I don’t know,'' you muttered finally, feeling a bit pathetic as you willed your brain to work properly. You had never once been stunned into silence by the presence of another person before, and it didn’t make any sense.

What had changed? You didn’t know. Apparently, in this moment, you didn’t know much of anything but instead of mocking you as Aegon would have, Aemond simply nodded.

That was what he thought.

You were so used to being devoted to his brother, and had been for so many years, that you didn’t even know why that was. You were so busy constantly doting on him, and dealing with his every thought and feeling that you didn’t realize it was meaningless.

“I could be so much more for you, if you’d only let me” Aemond’s words surrounded you the moment he spoke them, and like the crashing of waves, you realized what this was.

He wasn’t angry at all.

Aemond was hurt.

All this time, he was under the impression that the reason you remained by Aegon’s side was because of a longing, forever to be unfulfilled, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

You did not love Aegon, and it was not Aegon who made you feel as if you could breathe for the first time in all your life.

That title belonged to another, though he had clearly been just as blind to the truth as you had before now.

“I do care much for Aegon. He’s one of my oldest friends, but I have no desire to be with him,” you clarified, feeling the need to get that out in the open first and foremost. Getting a bit braver, you took his wandering hand in your own, giving it a testing squeeze.

It was so strange, knowing someone so well and not at all, all in the same moment.

Aemond tensed slightly at the touch, almost as if you’d struck him, largely because this wasn’t what he’d expected at all. In truth, he hadn’t had much time to consider anything at all regarding this conversation, but he never would have predicted this, not with all the time in the world.

“What do you desire?” he asked, his tone barely audible and inconceivably small as he tried to wrap his mind around how he’d gotten to this point.

You, the one he’d always dreamed of, were so close and yet still so far away. He felt as if he were to breathe, he may ruin it all, and that just wasn’t worth the risk.

Gingerly, you collected your thoughts, for once deciding to let your own desires out way those of everyone else.

Aegon didn’t matter, the opinions of the nobility didn’t matter, and really, Aemond didn’t either. In this moment, all that mattered was you and what you truly desired, stripped bare of all other things.

“I quite think I’d like to be cared for, for a while” you hummed, your voice equal parts certain and wavering as you tried to take a role you’d never known a day in your life.

If Aemond meant as he said, he would take care of you and that was something you desperately wanted. You just weren’t used to asking for the things you wanted, or even, needed. It wasn’t something someone of your standing had ever known.

…But, perhaps it was time to change all that.

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

What about Stark!reader x Aemond but it's entirely political like, they can just about tolerate each other's existence until reader somehow stands up for Aemond - like full defence squad - and he just becomes instantly infatuated with his fierce wolf wife?

Ps...absolutely adore your blog ❤️

Your marriage to Aemond was arranged and was completely for political reasons. The first time you met him you two were both young and Aemond had both his eyes, and the second time you two met was just a month before your wedding and Aemond wearing an eye patch.

Aemond was more than certain that you had no feelings for him and he never expected you to. But he would be a fool to deny your beauty. He would be a fool to not admire your beautiful smile or how your eyes twinkle by the simplest of things or how you just gracefully carry yourself.

You have heard stories about the one eyed prince. You have heard how cold he can be. You were understandably worried thinking about your future and whether your emotional needs would be met. But you were raised well, and taught well about your duties. No one needed to teach you your duty as his wife or as the new member of the house Targaryen.

After your wedding night you rarely saw Aemond. He would either be away with his dragon or bury himself with books in the library or training armies. He would join you in bed after you fall asleep.

Aemond thinking you would never develop any feelings for him. And you were mentally prepared to have a husband whose interests lie somewhere else. But it doesn't mean that you two don't long for one another. But the hesitation has led you both to argue and fight. Small annoying fights, and both stubborn to back down.

But imagine moments like Aemond ruined his eye patch while training and can't wear it. He was angry and refused to go out of the room without it. And most importantly he didn't want you to see him like this. Imagine he was about to yell when you entered the room but stopped and instead he hid his face. "I..I made you this," You put the newly made eye patch near him. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable and you knew he would be if he doesn't cover his eye in front of others.

Aemond was surprised and picked up the patch. He turned to thank you but you were already gone. He put it on and it fit him perfectly, even better than the previous one.

One thing is for sure is that you respect your husband and you won't tolerate anyone speaking anything bad against him.

Imagine you heard some lord and ladies at a feast gossiping how you were forced to marry Aemond. One lord even said he would still take you as his wife since you deserve a husband who has both eyes. What they didn't know is that you heard them. No one disrespect your husband and not face any consequences.

Aemond was surprised to hear you defend him and even threatened those lords and ladies. He was offended by their insults but every word from mouth made him smile. You had no idea that he witnessed the scene.

That night you were surprised when Aemond came to the room much before you would fall asleep. Your maid was helping you get dressed for bed but you dismissed her.

"Did the library run out of books for you?" You asked, curious about his change of routine. "No," Aemond almost chuckled. "I just realized I have been a fool," He replied as he took off his leather robe and his eye patch, which surprised you a lot. Aemond was acting like it's no big deal, but this is the first time you are actually seeing his sapphire eye.

You stepped closer and gently touched his scar. To Aemond the touch was comforting, almost like his scar was waiting for the gentle sensation. Suddenly you realized what you were doing and immediately pulled your hand away, but Aemond caught your writing. "Don't stop," He breathed out.

As you traced his scar his eyes shifted to your lips. His thumb coming in contact with your lower lip. Soon you felt him close the gap between you two. He captured your lips with his own. "Aemond..." "Shh! Don't say anything," Aemond passionately kissed you.

The next morning you found yourself naked and in your husband's arms. Aemond was gently caressing your back. Overnight your relationship took a complete turn.

Imagine Aemond now completely infatuated with you now. The feelings that he tried to bury deep down his heart is coming out.

Imagine Aemond calling you "my fierce wolf" or "my beautiful wolf"

Sometimes you would find your favorite flower on the bed and you just know it's from your husband. You would tuck it in your hair and Aemond just knows that you know it's from him.

Now he has this constant need to know about your whereabouts. He will mostly find out himself. Looking at you from far away. You can just feel his eye on you and couldn't help but smile.

It's just the beginning of your marriage and it's going much better that both of you expected

[elegantsplendour]

Love Is A Downfall

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3? | Epilogue

Summary:

One girl, two dragons.

Bound to one, attached to an another.

Love is the most powerful form of magic.

Love is the fuel that leads to destruction.

Fear leads of anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Pairing 💕 : Aemond Targaryen x !Redwyne reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Warnings / contains in this part: smut, fluff, 3some, some violence and gore, slight angst, green biased pov.

Word count: 5k

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“Tell me what you see, Aemond,” she gasped for air as another deep and hard thrust drove her closer to the brink of ecstasy, “I want to hear it.”

Aemond chuckled, squeezing her backside possessively before whispering in her ears, “I see your body, flushed and glistening with sweat," he began, his hot breath teasing her, “Your back arched, offering yourself to me.”

He left a delicious mark on the fragile skin of her neck, “I see the curve of your hips, the smoothness of your skin. Your beautiful bottom bouncing on my cock as I slam into you, claiming you as mine, again and again.”

Aemond grasped a strand of her silky hair gently as she whimpered tantalizingly, “I love you.”

Just he was about to lean down and kiss her, his brother’s voice, filled with amusement, echoed the room, “How adorable. She’s never told me that even I am her husband to be.”

Aemond growled in frustration at the interruption while the little figure under him giggled, “Shut up, Aeg. You know I love you both, just in different ways.”

Aemond turned her head roughly for a feverish kiss, “I love you,” he smirked at Aegon and bit her earlobe and teased, “My Queen.”

Aegon tensed as he closed the distance between them and tilted her bouncing chin caused by his brother’s forceful pounding, “You say you love me? My lustful betrothed?”

Aegon explored her mouth with his tongue meticulously.

He loved her too, but not the way Aemond did.

“Then take me in your mouth,” Aegon commanded, petting her hair tenderly.

Aemond glared at him ferociously at the provocative grin. He had no choice but to tolerate this.

She was too kind, too caring, too selfless, too innocent, well not exactly, to refuse either of them.

Aemond often cursed the gods for gifting Aegon such a soul.

Her mother, Erya Redwyne, childhood friend of Queen Alicent, brought her into the world the same day Aegon was born at the cost of her own life.

As the joyous cries of the two infants echoed through the Red Keep like a hopeful symphony, their fate was sealed.

Queen Alicent often jested about how Aegon used to steal her favorite toys in the nursery, causing the angelic young girl to cry.

Yet over the years, of all the responsibilities Aegon failed in, she remained the only exception.

Aemond could remember one instant after Aegon’s cruel taunts on his bastard nephews and him, his demeanor immediately changed as he welcomed her on piggyback.

Seven Years Ago

“You are so cruel! Let me down, Aegon!!” She protested yet her giggles pleaded otherwise.

“Why? I think I enjoy tormenting a young lady like you than my stoic brother,” Aegon grinned, his hands steadily on her calves while swirling her wildly.

Jace and Luke laughed while Aemond watched, a bizarre sensation burning in his stomach.

She seemed to have sensed his gaze and jumped off of Aegon without warning.

Aemond’s eyes widened as she, a head taller than him at the time, enclosed him in a tight embrace, “Your brother had been cruel to you again, hasn’t he? My sweet Aemond?” She leaned down and squeezed his cheeks, leaving the older brother whine in annoyance, “You could’ve fallen on the sharp stones and leave an ugly scar on your legs,” Aegon narrowed his eyes at the sight of his girl comforting his brother, “And your future lord husband will close his eyes while he beds you.”

She looked at Aegon unbelievably with hurt, anger and embarrassment.

“Let’s go,” she took the young prince’s small hands and left the training yard.

Aemond slightly raised his head and caught glimpse of diamond like drops forming in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

And he knew why. The last time she cried, Aegon had called her an insolent ladybug.

Aemond, although young and small, spoke courteously, hoping to ease her sadness, “My lady, you are beautiful. Your grace far surpasses the mere allure of your physical beauty. You have a kind, and compassionate heart,” he swallowed, trying to look her in the eyes but failed as he returned his gaze on the ground, “I am thankful to have you in my life. Your future lord husband, no matter who he might be,” Aemond’s voice caught in his throat, he knew who she would eventually belong to, “Would be lucky to have you.”

But what he truly meant was, “I wish to have you as Aegon does.”

Surely, Aemond didn’t know what his wish signified. Until Driftmark. Or better. Until he found them pleasuring each other in his brother’s chamber.

But that was another story.

Aemond groaned as his felt his release approached. He bent down, squeezing her breasts, and whispered, “You ok, love? I am going to spill into you.”

Her nods were barely recognizable as Aegon buried her head mercilessly towards his hardened cock.

Aemond wanted to murder him.

If not for his gesture of tenderness.

Aegon slowed his pace and stroke her hair softly, looking at her for assurance.

She blinked at Aegon with mischief.

Of course, that, Aemond didn’t see.

After a deliciously short moment filled with moans, growls and screams of pleasure, they collapsed on the bed.

Aemond didn’t wait for an instant to envelop her in his arms before Aegon had the chance.

He pressed a kiss on her crown, murmuring sweet nothings to her ears, and caressed the deep and permanent scar on her left thigh over and over again.

Six Years Ago

“You really think that I should?” Aemond asked hesitantly.

“Of course you should!” She furrowed her brows, “A dragon is not property, not a heirloom to be passed on!”

Aemond lowered his head and smiled. Nothing could have made him stronger than to have her by his side.

Though, as the sea wind washed over their faces, she squeezed his hand anxiously, “But, I am scared if… if anything happens. You know, the dragons are-”

“Unpredictable,” Aemond nodded, “Even Targaryens may not be exceptions from their wrath.”

He reached out his hand and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ears, exposing her delicate features in all its beauty.

He had grown taller.

Almost as tall as her.

He noticed, secretly smirking in his mind.

“I’ll be there with you,” she declared.

Sensing his widened eyes and worries, she sealed his unspoken words with her finger, “And don’t you tell me what you to do! Little Aemond!”

Aemond breathed in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

One day, he will be her equal.

He will be the fiercest warrior, a Targaryen that people sing ballads about for centuries, the best dragon rider of his generation, if not of any generation.

He will become her protector.

“Stay here!” He ordered under the dimly moonlight lit beach. It was the first time he spoke to her with such authority.

It felt good, Aemond admitted it, not the control he exercised on her, but the fact that he knew that he was protecting her from harm.

“Aem,” she reached out his arm desperately before letting go, “Be careful. I’ll come to you if anything happens.”

Aemond stood stunned momentarily. He cupped her cheeks and promised full of conviction, “I will come back just fine. More than fine. I will become the rider of the largest dragon in the world. You will be the first one I rider her with. We’ll fly across the Narrow Sea, visit Pentos, Bravoos, Lys. We will be the rulers of the sky.”

She smiled faintly and leaned into his touch, “I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”

She watched his distancing figure with a mixture of pride and anxiety.

Aemond desired more than what he was handed to him.

He will never be satisfied.

He would not himself without his thirst for the world.

She loved him, though she didn’t fully understand what that word meant. It was different from what she felt for Aegon.

But she was sure of it, no matter what, she would follow him.

For what seemed like an eternity for her,

Aemond’s cries of raw excitement, exhilaration, and rush of adrenaline flowing his veins mixed with her cheers of pure pride and joy.

The green beast left out an equally ferocious roar, as if she shared his rider’s overwhelming emotions.

As the two rushed back into the castle, sand and joy written over their faces, they were fretted with five accusing figures, demanding for justice, she had anticipated. But she was wrong. They demanded for blood.

“It’s them!” The younger sister pointed at Aemond.

“It’s me,” Aemond held her hands confidently. He was no longer the dragonless spare, the little boy who needed her protection.

“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon,” Rhaena protested.

Before the girl beside him could retort, Aemond spat back, “Your mother’s dead and Vhagar has a new rider now.”

“She was mine to claim,” the younger sister clenched her fists.

Perhaps it was the allure of his newly claimed power, or it was truly his true nature emerging, Aemond tilted his head provocatively, “Then you should’ve claimed her. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.”

Her tangled hands stretched his arms, her eyes stared at him with disbelief, “Aem, don’t say that,” she whispered urgently.

Aemond clenched his jaw as he recognized the look on her face. It was the same one when his brother made that cruel jest.

They stared at each other for a short moment, forgetting the rival tension rising in the air.

The confused peace was brutally shattered as Rhaena’s punch landed on Aemond’s nose.

Caught off guard fleetingly, Aemond’s fury unleashed itself as another punch from Baela Targaryen on her.

With a burst of strength, he pushed the two sisters on the cold ground and tugged her into his arms, “Come at her again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!”

The next blow came from Jace, jumping on him with a rain of strikes, followed by Luke and the two sisters.

Yet she didn’t hold back. Aemond had never witnessed this side of her. Being slightly older than the Targaryen-Velaryon sisters, she held a slight advantage as she grabbed Baela’s hair violently and threw her on the floor.

Rhaena soon came to help of her sister, the three of them engaged in a savage dance of violence.

There was a fire in her that was unleashed, untamed and primal.

“You cowards!” She seethed while pinning Rhaena on the ground, “A dragon is not a slave. The dragon chooses its rider and she chose Aemond! Get your empty heads over it.”

Aemond, fueled by her words, twisted Jace’s fist directed at him toward towards his own chest with a taunting smirk, making him cry out in pain before kicking him on the ground.

With a swift move, he seized Luke’s neck and a rock in his hand.

“You will die screaming just like your father did,” Aemond sneered, “Bastards.”

“My father is still alive!” The small boy gasped for air.

“He doesn’t know, does he? Lord Strong?”Aemond chuckled, glaring at Jace, then at her, like a lion conquering a new terrain, declaring its victory and superiority, not only to instill fear into its opposing beasts, but also to impress the lioness.

As Aemond embraced the rush of victory and lowered down the rock, a shining dagger rose of Jace’s hand went unnoticed.

“Aem- Watch out!” She shrieked, capturing Jace’s hand with all her strength.

Everything blurred in Aemond’s eyes as his nephew growled and cut deep her thighs, a stream of blood bursting out of her flesh.

He rushed to her side and tried to cover the blood loss, but it was no use. The wound was too deep and in a critical place. She looked up at him in confusion and fear, her teeth trembled at the shade of deep red.

“You will pay for this!” He gritted his teeth, reseizing the rock before shoved Jace viciously on the floor.

Baela and Rhaena, shocked by the unseen rage of their cousin, stepped back.

“Aemond, we’ve won! Step down now!” She cried, her face mingling with tears of fear and blood from her open wound.

His gaze softened, hand lowering down the weapon.

He wished to carry her into his arms to the maesters.

How fate had an ironic twist.

Everything went scarlet and black as the ravaging pain cut through his left eye.

Aemond curled into a ball on the floor. His shrieks of pain mingling with her screams of horror tormented him like a giant bell ringing ringing in his head.

She jumped on his nephew, “You little rat! I will kill you!”

He heard Luke’s screams of help, Jace’s and her growls as they wrestled on the ground, trashing and pummeling each other.

Seconds slipped away, Aemond could do nothing but grapple in agony.

His lost eye continued to flow streams of blood while the other was forced to watch Jacaerys’ training in swordsmanship overpowering her advantage in height, her being chocked helplessly on the cold ground.

Their gaze locked.

She looked at him with despair.

Sorry. Her eyes told him. I am sorry that I couldn’t protect you.

In that l moment, a solemn vow crystallized within him - he pledged to do whatever it took to shield them both from ever enduring such depths of despair again. He would seize the future in his hands, defying even the gods if need be, to bestow upon her nothing but hope and joy.

The next thing he remembered was Ser Harrold Westerling dragging Jace from delivering another slap on her face.

Her thigh continued to ooze a ghastly flow of unstemmed blood.

She lost her conscience as the knight pulled Aemond from the ground.

With every fiber of his being aflame, he unleashed a torrent of hysterical screams, as though his desperate calls possessed the power to wrench her from the clutches of the Stranger, to defy the realms of the departed, and reunite her with the realm of the living, with him.

Both of them were brought to the maesters. Aemond’s teeth sank into each other, his fingers digging into his flesh at the piercing pain as the maester retreated his broken eye and wove his scar.

And she was there, lying peacefully as if she had fallen into a slumber, unaware of the healer’s hands on her flesh.

“It would heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent’s trembled as she asked.

Reminded by his mother, Aegon demanded with equal urgency at the maester treating the flesh of her thighs, “It will heal. Right?”

“The lady has lost considerable amount of blood, my prince.

The older prince felt hot tears swollen with hot tears.

He gently caressed her cheeks.

She was his responsibility and he failed her.

“The flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, Your Grace.”

“The flesh will heal, but the scar is permanent, my prince.”

Aemond watched his mother striking his brother on the face, “Where were you?”

“This,” Alicent spat furiously, “Is nothing compared to the abuse your brother and betrothed suffered when you were drowning in your cups, you fool!”

Aegon bit his lips, turning his head from his mother as he forced his tears back.

Alicent was right. He had indulged himself again, yet it was because his betrothed distanced herself from him ever since that jest in the training yard. He was such a coward, Aegon cursed himself, why couldn’t he just apologize?

If he had excused himself, he wouldn’t have been drown in cups, he would’ve been by her side, she wouldn’t have laid unconscious, Aemond wouldn’t have lost his eye.

The rest of that fateful night concluded in accusations and turmoils.

The agony of the sight of her fragile form and his wound prevented from memorizing everything about that fateful night of accusations and turmoils, but there was one thing etched into his memories.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves,” Rhaenyra pushed her children behind her, “Vile insults were levied against them. The legitimacy of my sons’ birth has been put into question. This is the highest of treason, Your Grace. Prince Aemond and Lady Redwyne must be sharped questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.”

“Over an insult?” Alicent shook her head in disbelief, “My son has lost and eye!” She pointed her finger at the girl in slumber, “And she! She is Erya’s daughter!” Alicent exclaimed, “You would torture Erya’s daughter?!”

Silence was the princess’ answer. It was obvious that the queen’s attempt at recalling the memory of their deceased best friend was at no avail.

“You won’t touch her!” Aegon stood before her, his violet eyes blazing with an unprecedented fire.

“No one is to be tortured, boy,” the old king glanced at his eldest son and approached Aemond, “You tell me. Where did you hear such slanders?”

Aemond faced the broken old man he had been forced to call father and king head on. He looked at Alicent, then at Rhaenyra, Daemon,

Aegon, then, at her.

“It was Aegon,” he said.

“Me?”

“And you! Boy! Where did you hear such slanders?”

Aegon took a deep breath, averting his gaze on the floor, seeking to appear as clueless as possible, “Everybody knows, father. Just… Look at them.”

As the room fell into a haunting silence, Aemond and Aegon exchanged a look.

They hadn’t wanted to be a part of this fight, but their half-sister had forced their hand.

She had just threatened their everything, her.

Now, they would play ruthlessly together.

Present day

“Aem,” she purred, nestling in his chest.

Chuckling, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her with utmost adoration. She slowly rolled herself on top of him, her soft breast lied flat on his stomach and her ears pressed against his racing heart.

“Can I hold you?”

After gods know much time, Aegon asked with a hint of longing and jealousy.

She twinkled, sneaking a peck on Aemond’s cheek before accepting Aegon’s invitation.

Even tugged in Aegon’s embrace, she gazed back at Aemond with uncertainty.

With a mild smile and nod, she giggled and wrapped her arms around her betrothed with any reservation.

Did Aemond mind sharing her with his brother, the soon king to be?

The fuck yes.

Yet the One-Eyed Prince would do anything for the future queen of Seven Kingdoms.

The story how Rhaenyra gave up her claim on the Iron Throne was one both brothers, especially Aegon, was proud of.

It didn’t take much other than hiring a few pirates across the Narrow Sea to kidnap the Realm’s Delight and the Rogue Prince’s first born son to force her hand.

And…

A few more drops of herbs in the milk of poppy their father consumed daily, and an edict composed of, or deadly similar to, King Viserys’ handwriting.

Aemond kept watching the sight before him. Her fingers trailed on his brother’s chest. She leaned in to murmur something audible only to Aegon, who smirked and captured her lips into a passionate kiss before hovering her pliant body under him.

He diverted his gaze.

Seven Moons Ago

The first time he had seen them in such intimacy was on his seventeenth name day. The prince refused to display it, but butterflies burnt in his stomach as he replayed the anticipating whispers of her promises of an unforgettable gift. Curiosity reigned his mind as he strolled the Red Keep to the library, a sanctuary he would most likely to find her in.

Yet the spectacle before him made his world crumble down.

She looked like an exquisite doll at his brother’s mercy, his one hand exploring her forbidden forest while the other massaging her soft breast.

“Aeg, please,” she whimpered, grinding her core to the magic of his hand.

“Please what, my little betrothed,” Aegon whispered seductively while trailing a series of kisses down her neck, “For me not to stop? Squeeze your breasts harder? Or spank you over my knees for being such a lustful maiden? You’ll have to be specific.”

“All. Everything, please,” she arched her back, offering herself to him, exposing her neck while letting head fall backwards.

And that’s how she caught glimpse of Aemond.

“Aemond!”

She screamed. Her face flushed. Guilt and apology all over her features.

“It… it isn’t what it looks like.”

Aegon chortled at his brother’s murdering look, “Calm down, Aemond. It’s my duty to satisfy my betrothed’s unfulfilled desires in-“ he taunted, “Ways that violate the codes of propriety the least.”

Aemond breathed, his nostrils observably widened with fury, “Indeed, I will leave you to it,” he returned his gaze to her, his tone grave and devoid of emotions, “Enjoy yourself, my lady.”

Storming off from the library, Aemond felt disgusting liquids forming in his good eye while an excruciating ache formed in his sapphire eye where his lost eye used to be.

Urgent footsteps and her calling echoing behind him only urged him to stroll faster.

“Aemond! Please, let me explain!” She pressed her hand on his closing door desperately.

He didn’t respond. She was Aegon’s betrothed, destined to be his the moment she stepped into the world . He had only been a foolish, jealous and pathetic little boy hoping one day she could love him. However, despite every fiber of his being telling him that she had nothing to apologize for, he couldn’t help but to feel betrayed.

It was his name day, yet it felt like the most precious thing in his life had been ripped away from his heart.

“I am sorry,” her lips trembled.

“Why?” He tilted her chin, making her look him straight in the eye. He longed for her answer. He thirsted for the truth. Behind his commanding voice, Aemond Targaryen’s heart begged her to give him the very answer he craved, even if it knew it was wrong.

“I…” she opened her mouth, trying to find the right words.

“Tell me,” he stepped closer, “Is it because you know that my heart races every time I find you in proximity? That I have to force myself to divert my gaze every time Aegon has you in his arms? That every second of my life had been an excruciating torment, always desiring things and people that I can never have?”

Her eyes opened wide with shock and dilemma. She reached her hand to touch his cheek, “Some of it, perhaps,” she answered, her voice barely than s whisper, “But above all, because, because…”

He was convinced she bit her tongue out of nervousness.

“Because what?” Aemond demanded, his grip on her shoulders almost inciting pain.

“Because I love you.”

“What?” His voice almost a growl.

“I love you. I. Love. You,” she declared, tears swelling in her eyes, “I’ve always loved you.”

“And do you love him?” He shut the door abruptly, saving them both from the prying eyes, before cornering her on the wall like an wolf ready to devour a sheep.

Biting her lips, she spoke again, “I do.”

She grabbed his hand as if she was scared that he would walk away, “But you don’t understand, Aemond. He… he’s been with me since I was born. We cried together, mumbled our first words to each other. Aegon,” she hardened her resolve, “He is a part of me.”

To her surprise, Aemond pressed his forehead on hers, their lips only inches apart, “Do you love him like you love me? As much as you love me?”

A profound silence enveloped them.

“No.”

It was all it took for Aemond to crash on her lips.

Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies like like two starving migrants caught sight of honey on another.

As they gasped for breath, she slowly slipped her gown off and pressed her flesh against him, “I had a present for you, my prince. But I think you would prefer this gift.”

The prince’s movement froze at her offer.

It was too unreal. Too wrong yet too tempting.

“Has he?”

She understood the question and shook her head.

“Are you sure? Once we go down this path, there is no going back,” Aemond held the back of her neck tenderly, his one eye searching for any sign of hesitation.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life than right now, with you.”

“I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”

The bittersweet flashback at Driftmark, when he was still whole, was all he needed for assurance.

She wrapped her arms around Aemond’s lean yet muscular shoulders as he carried her to the bed.

“I want to see you, all of you.”

With Aemond’s hands quivered, she took the initiative and slowly removed the barrier between them.

“I love you,” she murmured as she kissed the scar that lined the prince’s sapphire eye.

Aemond smirked as he traced his kisses in an agonizing pace to the centre of her core, “Let me show you how much I love you, my queen.”

She moaned at the title that she was soon to bear, a shameful yet arousing reminder of the betrayal against her betrothed, the man with whom she came to this world together.

Aemond took time particularly at the scar on her left thigh, savouring every imperfection with his tongue.

“Aem! Watch out!”

The image of Jacaerys’ blade cutting sliced through her perfect skin still gnawed his spirit.

“I should’ve killed him for what he did to you,” Aemond kissed her flesh possessively.

A light chuckle came from her mouth, “And now, you can. Aemond Targaryen,” she stretched out her fingers and teased the prince’s rarely messy hair, “But he is not worth our time.”

Her words were cut off by a loud moan as Aemond inserted a finger inside her while pressing his thumb on her pearl.

“Is that how he touched you?” He groaned, “Does he make you feel like this?” Aemond grinned before using one hand to to make her straddle him, the other squeezing her round bottom, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Not like you do, Aem,” she kissed him hungrily, eagerly grinding and teasing his hardened length, “Take me now. I am ready. Just,” she swallowed, “Be gentle.“

“Hmm,” he kissed along her collarbones, “I’ve never been good at gentle, but I’ll do my best for you. Always,” he pressed another kiss on her cheek, “I’ll do anything for you.”

With that, Aemond gently lifted her hips, allowing her to adjust to his length at her own rhythm.

Taking him fully, he sensed her body wince at the discomfort, her nails plunging into the flesh of his shoulders, her head buried behind his back.

“We can stop, love,” the prince wiped away a tear from her cheek caused by the pain.

“No,” she smiled, the trace of liquid still apparent on her skin, “I want you, I am sure of it.”

The two of them moved delicately, melting the unspoken and forbidden tension built between them like snow under the sun.

The initial winces of pain transformed quickly into soft whimpers of pleasure and light giggles.

“Do I bring you pleasure, love?” His voice laced with tenderness, “For your pleasure is my utmost desire.”

She laughed softly and met his stroke eagerly, “What do you think, my sweet Aemond?”

She then started leaving kisses on the top of his head, his hair, messing his silver lock with an insatiable appetite.

“My Queen,” he groaned, “I’m close.”

With a smirk, she took control and pinned his hands above his head, “Me too, my sweet prince.”

Although Aemond One-Eye rejoiced his Queen’s vigor, the blood of the dragon runs hotter than the blood of Redwyne.

He flipped over roughly on her back and replunged himself inside her.

“Gods, Aem,” she whined, “Fuck me like the dragon you are.”

Aemond’s breath hitched, his laughter filled the room, “I will fuck you until you forget your own name, my precious,” he whispered in her ears before slamming his hips into hers with all his might.

As the sinful slapping and screams of pleasure transformed the room into a sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world, the two collapsed on one another.

“Moon tea, then?” She asked softly.

“Moon tea,” he nodded, “for now.”

They stayed entangled in each other for quite a while. Thoughts swarmed through his mind like a hive of bees.

He took her maidenhead.

He, Aemond Targaryen, took her maidenhead.

She, Aegon’s promised, loved him.

She loved them both.

How could this story conclude happily?

Aemond forced out the few dark possibilities that crossed over his mind.

At least, he couldn’t possibly do that to her.

She seemed to have sensed his worries and kissed his forehead, “I’ll find a way, I promise.”

That’s how the three ended up here.

A week after their first passionate encounter, they found themselves giving into their desires again in the secrecy of Aemond’s chamber.

This time, Aegon burst in with a smug face.

“Mind if I join you?”

Aemond’s throat burnt with rage and embarrassment, “Get out.”

The older brother shrugged and did the opposite, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ears, “We tell each other everything, Aemond. I’ve known that she loved you for quite a while now.”

Do you know that she loves me more?

He wanted to throw that question onto his brother’s face, but he didn’t, for her sake.

Seeing Aemond’s clenching fists, Aegon moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, “I would do anything for her. I wouldn’t let her lose anything or anyone she loves, wouldn’t you, brother?”

She slowly reached Aemond’s hand hesitantly, “Are you mad at me, Aem?”

“No,” he cupped her cheeks, “Never at you, love.

Two sides fought brutally in the battlefield of Aemond Targaryen’s head.

One side lured him to rip off his brother’s head off.

The other side urged him to accept offer.

He chose the second option.

Present day

The inky night enveloped the sky at the hour of the Wolf.

The two brothers turned over and found the space between them empty.

She stood in solitude under the moon, her hair cascading down, her body enrobed by nothing but an almost transparent night gown.

A goddess.

They both thought.

“What are your thinking about, love?” Aegon left a feather light kiss on her neck.

She smiled and turned around to face them, “It’s a fortnight until the wedding and coronation.”

Aemond’s figure tensed.

“So many things are about to change. So many new responsibilities,” she sighed, drifting her gaze to the centre of King’s Landing, where undercurrents surges even in the darkest of nights.

“This,” she lowered her head, “Can’t continue. At least, not like this.”

Aemond’s heartbeat raced at her declaration.

She couldn’t abandon him.

She couldn’t.

Her chuckle slightly released his tension as she leaned into his chest.

“What she means is that we can’t lay together anymore,” Aegon clarified, a hint of amusement in his voice, “Relax yourself, brother. She’d never let you go.”

Aemond smiled faintly as he carried her back to bed. They were right. Although the moon tea had served as a temporary solution for their indiscretion, its effectiveness had been limited. Once a child was conceived under the scandalous circumstances, it would be impossible to know who the father was.

She grinned softly before drifting to sleep, “You are both going to be fathers. So get rid of your childishness, especially you, Aeg.”

As two of them fell into a delicious slumber, Aemond stared at the ceiling alone, contemplating the possibilities of the future.

It seemed like everything was falling into place.

Rhaenyra’s claim destroyed.

Aegon finally starting to take interests in his responsibilities.

Her declaring that she loved him, even more than his brother.

Them finding a way for their love to co-exist.

Despite all the signs of peace, Aemond couldn’t help but to have a lingering impression that it was the calm before the storm.

Author’s note: Team Aem or team aeg? Lemme know your thoughts.😚

Whispering, hinting: enjoy part 1 while you can ;) 🥺

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The Farewell before the war

Aegon x aunt!reader

warning : targaryen incest, no use of Y/n, mentioning/implied war and death, kiss, mentioned sex, minor hurt/comfort, some fluff, age gap (Aegon 20s and reader early 40s)

Summary : The war was about to begin and the dance of the dragons would begin as soon as both sides mounted their dragons and both sides raised their swords. The farewell they knew was one that would last forever...a farewell that broke the queer custom of family.

Info : So with season 2 coming up my own sanity and the trauma we all will be getting I have written this as a little something. Have fun reading ;)

ps : He looks so good in the gif

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Screams were the last to echo through the castle as the mood was still as exuberant as it could be. Aegon, crowned king after the death of his father, was the man the young king could say he was glad the Targaryen king had died...finally died.

The only thing he got from his father besides looks was ungratefulness, disgust and hopelessness. His father had never believed in him, never liked him, maybe there was a moment in his life when Aegon was still a helpless little baby that his father was proud of, proud to finally have a son, but that was almost two decades ago and it didn't matter anymore.

Not only did he now have the crown of Maegor on his head. The light-coloured hair that he really hated, which he had kept short a few years ago and was slowly beginning to see as a weapon.

Slowly beginning to see himself as a weapon. His people adored him, his mother was happy, Heleana his beloved sister wife for the first time did not flee reality but enjoyed her role as king with their children.

A fact that took guilt from his heart...even if he never wanted to marry her, at least there was this sense of responsibility towards himself, her and their soon to be three children.

His younger brother Aemond no longer simply saw him as that, he recognised him as the rightful dragon he could command and it seemed the respect between them was slowly building as he sat on the throne.

Wearing the colour green of his mother, the green he learned to love the green of his family and the gold of his father, the gold of his other side the gold of his aunt the youngest and only sister of the former king Viserys. The black one created among the golden dragons a firewyrm a dragon born without wings.

Her actual twin, Prince Aegon, died less than a year later. Daemon and Viserys have always secretly blamed her for the death of their mother because she caused the complications. Of course, only a woman could do this. But it was his aunt that the new and young king had adored for years.

She never saw him for what he was. A mistake a challenge for anyone. No, he was ,,My perfect dragon" as she had always called him ever since he could remember. Whether it was accompanying him to his chamber and looking after him when he was drunk on wine or milk of the poppy.

She was always there for him with open arms, encouraging him when it came to important fishing adventures, taking care of his injuries at the hands of the king, the queen or his own grandfather. She was also the one who gave him something he had wanted from her for a long time.

Something he knew he would eventually have to share with his wife, but the mere thought of his own sister... no, it disgusted him, which is why the then prince came to his aunt in the chambers. Perhaps it was the wine, her evening dress that lay so light and airy on her body, the colour gold that caught his eye.

She never wore red or black, preferring gold instead. It was a few years ago that he could finally have her, he didn't care that she was older than his own mother. It didn't matter that they had the same blood, it didn't matter that they were princess and prince.

It didn't matter that when he kissed her, tasting the sweet fruit, he was almost trembling with rejection. Her gentle hands laid on his as she tried to push him away for a moment but he wouldn't let her. He deserved love and appreciation too, his teary peasant eyes looking up at her violet ones.

It was those eyes they both couldn't get away from as she let her own nephew touch her again. He remembered his insecurity but was always reassured by her voice.

The wine that influenced his senses was taken away by her. The pain from the last blow faded as she kissed his cheek. Her warm, soft body beneath his, his hands touching hers came together and they held each other.

He felt safe, he was worth loving and she could give her love to someone. His lips on her body, kissing every part of her, watching her move beneath him. Surprised by his own almost clumsy noises when she soothed him with kisses.

He wasn't used to being treated so…gently and lovingly. She really showed him what it meant to be loved and not just a fuck with a whore. It was the night that not only he learnt what it meant to be a dragon it was the night he promised her that one day she would no longer be a firewyrm.

,,You will become a dragon one day, Princess...I promise," he had said to her as he lay beside her, but there was a determination in his gaze that seemed to burn like fire between them then. When he took her hand in a tender, almost alien gesture, her fingers kissed his while she stroked his light-coloured, tousled hair.

His eyes met hers again, ,,You are so beautiful " he had murmured, almost amused at how easily he could make his aunt blush. ,,Aegon...you perfect naive dragon," she had replied and pulled him close, but he had sensed that she was trembling.

At the time he had thought it was from the act, but now he knew she had been crying silently. She had cried for him because she knew that the gods would punish him more severely than her. But now it had been years and had anything changed?

He had children with his own sisters, more princes and a princess, his three little dragons, his own flesh and blood that he guarded. His mother, the Queen Dowager, seemed to be suffering even more than usual after the aftermath that had taken over the entire court.

Aemond, his own brother, had killed their common nephew Lcerys Velaryon. ,,Our sister's second bastard is dead," he had muttered as he withdrew from the small council, a smile trying to steal onto his lips but unable to do so.

He couldn't not in the knowledge that the fire inside him was telling him it wasn't over yet. Oh how right he was to be as the banners were lowered to their respective sides and the weapons were forged. So it was his duty to go into battle, not on the throne but on his dragoness Sunfyre.

But it was during this time when he was training with his brother and sworn sword criston that her golden dress became less and less visible. A sadness emanated from her when he saw her, his own naive anticipation only seemed to fuel her fear.

But no matter what he tried, no smile would appear on her lips until the day he stood alone in the dragon pit and the golden sun had not yet fully risen. His eyes were fixed with fascination on his dragon, the most beautiful dragon that ever existed, a pride he was only too happy to show.

He heard someone come to him as Sunfyre gave an almost cheerful hiss and moved his head in the direction of the entrance. ,,A golden morning for two beautiful naive perfect dragons" he heard her voice after days if not weeks and stopped in front of his dragon as he just watched her.

She no longer wore the gold, on the contrary it was his own colour reflected in his eyes. A dress with armour elements in green and gold that Targaryen had turned green.

A warrior, a dragon rider without a dragon, a diplomat who would be dispatched with a sword if she had to. ,,Naive? The fire on the war we will win," he said faster than he thought and heard her cagey laugh, which was underlined by a roar from Sunfyre. Perhaps there was once a possibility of a connection between the two of them, but these were years away.

His princess aunt approached him and placed her hand on the dragon's muzzle, the warmth seeming to soothe them both before she placed her hand on her king's cheek. ,,You know the distribution of troops, the numbers...the dragons and yet Aegon you maintain the notion of victory...a future of fire" she began, looking back at the dragon who also watched her, the beast though as old as its rider seemed to know what it would mean once they flew away from Kingslanding.

It would mean a war in which the green were outnumbered, a war of force and violence, a war in which once again she could do nothing without a dragon of her own.

A thought that Aegon slowly seemed to understand as he placed his hand on hers, his armour rattling slightly but still maintaining his slight, almost cheeky grin. ,,A war yes, but I promised you a dragon...a dragon of iron you shall have" he said, seeing with pleasure her confusion as he took her hand and led her lightly to the entrance of the dragon pit.

Despite everything, he held her tightly, held her firmly, held her as a king should, held the woman he loved, held the thing that had given him what he had always needed. Love.

She could feel the gold of the morning sun shining on them both as his hand gently wrapped around her hip, a grin on his face as he pointed to the castle, directly to the site of the throne room. ,,A dragon of iron that you will rule in my absence... and my death if it comes," he said so lightly that she thought for a moment he had lost his mind, but no, when she turned to him she saw that he meant it.

That for a moment he didn't seem naive was not beside him. He truly seemed like a king who kept promises, like someone who also recognised and believed in her. ,,You promised," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her, the tension, the fear, the lies that were in the face of her own brothers' hatred.

She was something, she was a dragon of iron...the true king had promised her and kept his promise. ,,Oh my dear Aegon," she said and only seconds later felt his lips on hers again, his hands holding her close then as now.

His scent of leather, metal and fire met her sweet smell of smoke. ,,A farewell to the true queen who will be now," he replied, pulling her a little tighter against him.

A kiss goodbye, a kiss with a promise of a goodbye as the sun rose over the city and Aegon with Sunfyre, Aemond set upon Vhagar and the troops.

A farewell they knew would be one of the last as she sat on the throne that was gold and green and the princess received her promise in the midst of a war of fire and blood.

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[my-owl-baby]

Embarrassment

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Warnings : rough sex, cursing, begging kink, smut, 18+ and anger/yelling.

Summary: Dinner is ruin by your husband, Aemond, trying to pick a fight with children again. You scold him about it infront of the family which he didn't seem to be pleased about it.

Word count: 4.197k

Ps. This is my first smut/one shot as well if you have any advice from this let me know, I would like work on these a bit more.

Being Aemond wife wasn't as bad as you thought when you first met him, he closed himself around you.

Never once took his eye patch nor talk about what happened to him, he was embarrassed that you'll find him weak. After months of trying to get closer to him in which it worked.

You wouldn't judge or laugh at him, you understood what he was going through. He grew closer and closer to you.

In the chambers, his gentle touch would be all over you, top to bottom. Holding you close whisper good lovely things to your ear on how much he loved you and how he was lucky to have such a caring wife.

You loved Aemond, what people say about him being scary was only a lie. You hope it was.

Getting ready for dinner you put on a sage shoulderless dress. The golden necklace that Aemond gave you as a gift, and sage heals.

Aemond came into the chambers seeing you ready, "my wife looks stunning" he mumble wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled looking at him through the mirror "only for my husband, which is you" giving him a light kiss on the cheek made him want more then that.

You could feel his breath warm breathing on your skin, he started to kiss your jawline to your shoulders. You closed your eyes while this happen, melting into his arms, his hands moved upward to breast cupping and squeezing them.

You let out a soft groan as this happen, you loved his gentle touch and love. "Aemond..." You said quietly as if someone was watching the both of you.

"We must go...to dinner" placing a hand on his check, he stopped and looked at you with lust. The last kiss was on the cheek before the two of you headed to the dining room.

You knew Aemond didn't like Luke for what he did to his eye and you seem to like the little boy. Talking about it with Aemond that he shouldn't let the pass become his own personality, the prince took it well and kissed you for helping him.

A part of you believed it but another part knew he wasn't over it. Aemond held your hand all the way to the table, helping you take a seat next to him. Greeting your mother-in-law and Aemond siblings, you sat next to Aemond, next to Helaena and infront of Otto Hightower.

You notice how the two sons of Rhaenyra were quiet, as they came in along side Their mother and step father Daemon Targaryen.

A waiting of the kings arrival, Aemond took your hand bring it on the table. He cared too much of you, all you can do it smile an place a kiss on his hand as well.

"I see that my dear, half brother is pleased with his marriage" Rhaenyra said, passing a smile sweet smile towards the both of you in which you returned on back thanking her with a small bow.

Aemond just stared at her before he spoke "yes, indeed she the most caring person I've counter in my life" you saw that he wanted to say something smart about Rhaenyra relationships with her uncle but stopped himself.

You passed him a look 'you are good' smiling at him, he brought you closer whispering in your ear. "You are the most beautiful out of anyone here today, love" he took a sip out of his cup, keeping an eye on you as he did.

You watched his hand as he held yours, his hands were cold and yours were warm. Finally the king had came into the dining room, all of you stand waiting for the king, Viserys to sit down himself.

Aemond never once let go of your hand, even if he wanted too you knew he didn't want to let go of his wife. He wanted to show everyone you were his in the most calming manner then he could contain himself.

Viserys near death, sat between Alicent and Rhaenyra. He announced that Rhaenyra and Daemon children would continue to bring the houses together.

Which you smiled at how they seem happy about it. You still haven't gotten use to the Targaryens marrying each other, but you didn't show it. You only smiled, you husband Aemond knew about it which he found entertaining to mess around with saying your future children would be wedd together.

You disagree about the idea of it but you knew it might happen so you try to get use to the brother and sister love or uncle.

Aemond squeezed your hand, getting you out of your thoughts "our children is next" he whisper, all you did was gave him a light tap on his shoulder shaking your head.

He smiled at your reaction, you knew he was only playing around so you passed a small kiss on to his cold hand.

"I want to make a tost to Rhaenyra, and her children" Queen Alicent went on right after she finished Rhaenyra said her tost.

You knew they were best friends but after everything that happened they might be able to keep their friendship.

Helaena sat up, she glance at you for support which you gave her a smile to encourage her. "I wanted to make a tost to Baela and Rhaena marriage, even though he ignores you most of the time except when he's drunk" she smiled drinking out of her cup as she sat down.

You didn't like the marriage between Aegon and Helaena, it wasn't well. But you couldn't do nothing about it then just be there for her. "That was a wonderful speech" you whispered to her.

She seem pround now that you said that to her, "thank you Y/n" she said as she went on to play with her toy she brought.

'Maybe I should say one' you sigh, sitting up you were quite embarrassed to but you were happy to see everyone to enjoy themselves.

You brought your cup up, while your other hand held Aemonds still "I wanted to make a tost to you all, for welcoming me to your house...I learned so much from all of you" you smiled, squeezing Aemond hand nervous you might mess up.

"I...also want to congratulat Baela and Rhaena for their marriage, may the lords be with you and to Princess Rhaenyra upcoming baby as well, she or he would be beautiful just like their mother" you drank out of your cup sitting down as everyone drank their wine.

You earned a thank you or a smile from the ladies, you were happy your tost went well, looking at Aemond, he smiled at you.

"Wonderful speech, love." He leaned in kissing your cheek. "Thank you, dear" you smiled at his heartwarming care.

Alicent started her prayers, which everyone went silent hearing these prayers before they ate their food.

Aemond let go of your hand, bringing it under the table placing his hand on your dress. You gave him a glance saw he was waiting a reaction out of you.

Aemond is bold, very bold but it never stopped you to love him. Looking at him while he tried to bring your dress up to your legs.

His face was straight no emotion behind it, he looked at you before looking away. "May the mother look after us, hearing our prayers as we eat well tonight and enjoy ourselves" she continued on.

Once Alicent is done praying, we ate our food before it became cold. "Lady Y/n, when shall I expect my grand children" you cough at the mention of it looking at Aemond, who seem surprised by what his mother words were.

"Viserys is near death and no child has appeared" she continued "and I want to bond our bloodline with you and my dear son" she took a sip out of her wine.

"Uh...well-" You got cut off by Aemond "mother, we will bring children just seems to soon in my opinion" he glance at you, he knew it was too soon for children knowing it wasn't something he was ready for.

You seem prepared to have his children, but he didn't want to risk lossing you "It's too many risk, and I want my wife to be healthy when she had my children" Aemond removed his hand from your thigh and brought it back to your hand.

Alicent nodded from agreement about her son words about pregnancy. "Very well then" she continued to mind her own business after that.

You thank Aemond for stepping in helping you with his mother, you like her no lie in that but she seems to pressure you into things like the bedding during the wedding. She reminded you of the bedding and that you would have his children right then and there.

Which of course didn't happen since Aemond pulled out in time saying he didn't want to lose his upcoming wife, he wanted to be safe and sure.

You all enjoyed your time, many laughs and shared smiled were passed around. Soon after the joy had ended, with Luke laughing at Aemond because of a pig place infront of him.

Aemond with both of his hands slammed them to the table getting everyone to be quiet. "Aemond, this isn't grown of you" you whispered to him, he didn't care.

He brought his cup of wine up "final tribute...to the health of my nephews" he said, you looked at him then glance at the two boys, Jacaerys was dancing with Helaena.

She seems so happy during that dance before it ended. "Aemond, dont" you said your last warning he didn't care to listen to his dear wife this time.

"Two strong boys" he raise his glassed a bit higher. Jacaerys didn't take it thought "what did you say?" He was upset.

"Aemond, you know better" you sat up trying to get stand infront of your husband. He ignored you, letting his emotions get the best of him.

"You don't think of yourself strong? Dear nephew" he said, Jacaerys came up to Aemond which cause a chaos between the boys.

"Aemond!" You yelled, you were only trying to have a good time with people you burley see. Why did he have to have the past dwell in, in these moments.

"You've done enough damage for today, go" he was stun by your words along with everyone else. "Aemond, don't make repeat myself" he only looked at you with betrayal.

He stayed silent before leaving the room, you turned to Rhaenyra "I'm sorry, for Aemond action today" you bow slightly, you knew you went to far but it had to be done before it got any worse.

You excuse yourself, making your way to your shared chamber with Aemond hoping he'll be there to talk.

He wasn't, so you decided to change into your nightgown right after a warm shower. It was midnight had came and you still waited for Aemond.

The door slammed closed, causing you to jump and turn to face Aemond. He didn't look like the kind man you knew.

You stayed silent watching him take his shirt off, making his way to sit down near the window. "You made a embarrassment out of me" he mumble.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to push his anger any more. But that wasn't in your favor either. He threw a glass bottle near you but luckily it hit the wall.

It scared you, the first time he acted this way "YOU HEAR ME?! YOU EMBRESSED ME!" You held your breath, stun by his words.

He sat up walking over to you, you step back against the wall as much as you could, the fear run through your body.

He notice it, but didn't stop. He grab your arm tightly "Aemond..." mumbling feeling the pain from your wrist.

"Don't Aemond me" he sneer, you tired pulling away but his grip was too tight. "You made an embarrassment out of me" his voice is harsh, smelling the hard wine in his breath.

"I'm sorry" you continued to pull away but nothing worked his hand seem to get tighter the more you tired to pull away.

"You are perfect" he got near your ear whispering the things he always loved to tell you "but now you made me a fool" his free hand pulled your hair making your neck a free access for him.

He attack your neck, biting you harshly leaving his marks on you. "AEMOND" you were surprised by his actions.

He pushed you near your shared bed, he bother to stop leaving marks on your neck. "Shut up" he covered your mouth keeping your pleading to stop.

He didn't want to hear it.

He pulled your nightgown down to your waist not wasting time. "You've been bad" he mumble the last part into your ear, before he started bitting your breast to your stomach.

You hurted in pain, but yet it made you feel so wet under your nightgown. You tired grabing his hair, which cause him to bite even harder.

He finally moved his hand away from your mouth "Aemond...I'm sorry" you mumble tears from the pain form near your eyelids.

He continued to not listen, no matter how many times you apologized he wouldn't listen to you. He felt his pants against your center feeling how hard is getting.

"My love, please let's talk about it" he stopped looking up at you, with lust full eyes before getting close to your ear.

"Why should I listen to you? You deserve a punishment" he didn't sound happy with your plead of forgiveness.

Taking off the nightgown in whole, now his eye view your nakedness exposed to him. It wasn't new but this time it felt embressing for him to see you this way.

He looked at your body letting his free hand travel to shoulders to stomach. "My perfect, perfect wife" he mumble to himself as his hand moved all over your body making sure to feel from everywhere.

Without warning he entered two fingers inside you, causing you to whine "Oh, my dear wife seems to enjoy this" he said, adding another finger. He didn't even give you time adjust to his fingers.

"Aemond..." You arch back closing your eyes feeling your walls being stretched out by forced. "Get use to it" he moved his fingers deep inside and out he continued this for awhile.

"Fuck your tight" he mumble letting your hands go, he place his head near your neck sucking and biting on it once more.

You wrapping your arms around his neck tugging on his hair "fuck...A-Aemond" you moan, finally getting use to the pain. Moving your hips upward enjoying it.

Your dear husband notice and pulled his fingers out. "Beg" is all he told you, you looked at your husband groaning from his response.

"Beg like the slut you are" he pulling you, making you look up at him by force. Taken back by what he said to you, you never noticed this side of Aemond was true. Such demanding side of him "beg whore" he sneered, once again smelling the wine from his breath.

"Aemond, please, please let me finish" you tired to rub yourself against his pants but he pushed you flat on your back on your shared bed.

"Please my prince! I beg only to finish" you obeyed of course you did. You seem to enjoy to see this side of Aemond more then the gentleman he is.

"As the slut wish" he said only ingredients adding two fingers this time, "more please" you continue to beg over and over again.

He finally listened adding another finger like the last time, and thrust roughly, he kissed you bite your bottom lip until it bleed.

"My whore, your 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎" you agreed, moaning louder as he gotten more and more rough with you.

You cunt clench around his fingers, you were close to coming he continued to kiss your lips and breast until he decided to pull away.

Looking at him like a lost puppy, he only could chuckle. "A whore doesn't finish without its prince" he said pulling his pants down revealing his cock.

You loved seeing it, it is long and wide always brought you pleasure no matter now many times it was inside you.

"On your knees" you nodded, leaving the bed to get on your knees as he sat down on the bed. His cock is front of you, hard ready to be suck on or thrust inside your cunt.

Without warning he grabbed your hair, forcing his cock inside your mouth. Shoving it as deep as he could, you gagged by the sudden movements.

He groan from the vibration coming from your mouth. He moved your head back and forth, you didn't pull away nor stopped him. You enjoyed it making you wet even more.

You moan as you use one of your hands to get the rest you couldn't take in your mouth. "Fuck..." he groan, letting go of your hair.

Letting you continued the pace, he thrust his hips upward and back he enjoyed it. "Ah...you whore, fuck" he moan wanting more, your husband became greedy.

Pulling you away from his cock, he brought you back in bed. Laying you down on your stomach, you were out of breath your throat hurted from job.

"Aemond..." You mumble, feeling his cock at your folds of your cunt. "Is this..what you want, whore" he said smacking your bare ass.

"Yes, my prince...i-i do" you moan as he continued tease you "please put it in" you started to beg, he enjoyed it.

"Like the slut you are, you shall have it...all of it" he grunted putting inside without warning. You curld your toes at the length of it inside of it, he slammed himself against your ass.

Yelling and moaning filled the room, you thought the whole castle could hear it. "Aemond!" He pressed your head against the mattress, he began to move without you getting use to him cock inside of you.

"Fuck...tight cunt for a prince like myself" he mumble as he started to thrust into you more and more harder then was done in your shared bed.

You moan like crazy, holding tight on the sheets as he thrust into you. Your eyes start to roll back arching as you were close to your climax.

"Aemond, I'm close!" You moan, he groan continued to thrust harder into you, destroying your insides with each thrust.

"Hold it. It's an order" you nodded, he finally let go of your head letting you hold yourself up with your hands.

Looking behind you seeing you husband making eye contact with you. He slid one of his hands holding on to breast as he continued to fuck you hard.

His thrust started to get slopper the rhythm was still there but more weaker. He took his eyepatch off revealing his blue 'eye' you loved seeing it.

It always showed him how much you loved him without his eyepatch off.

The moans and grunting continued but much weaker from the beginning. Aemond soon whispered lovely things to you as he continued to hump you.

"My dearest wife...fuck" he couldn't finish his sentence as he fucked you, bending over near you ear. Leaving kissed on your shoulder to your neck, the both of you finally brought it to an end with one finally thrust.

He spilled inside of you, mixing his own juice with yours. You fell on your stomach, it was an experience that you never felt before and you enjoyed it a lot.

The tiredness cover came you not wanting to move but just sleep. A pair of arms brought you close it was of course your lovely husband.

"I'm sorry, I'll get a master in the morning for you" He mumble giving you light kisses. You looked up at him with your eyes glossy from the tiredness.

"It's fine, my love" you managed to let out, letting both your lips meet. He covered you and himself with a cover not letting go of the kiss.

Once you pulled away he brought you closer then he could, "I'm also sorry for throwing glass at you" He guilt in his voice was heard. Your eyes were closed hearing his heart beat on his chest.

"Aemond, we'll talk about it in the morning love" you opend your sleepy eyes giving him one last kiss before you both fell asleep in each other's arms tonight and many nights after.

[darlingofvalyria]

❝I have these two great friends called Birth and Control.❞

part 06 | it's called a love bug, lovebug

chapter summary:

[ Sunday dinners are actually made for confessions. As Alicent braves it with a wine and a blush, you brave it too. With a boy and a view. ]

[ 2,963 ] [ series masterlist ] |best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— angst - hurt/minimal comfort(?) - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— alexa play it's all coming back to me now by celine dion. it might read a little stilted, i struggled a bit with this chapter as i wrote it in different times. ps. i didn't translate aemond's valyrian with intention. hope it still works? comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

You had never heard of a more reverbrating sound than Helaena's smack to a poor, traumatised Daeron. "You toe licking, armpit looking, ugly garbage can!" Healeana shrieked, promptly dragging her youngest brother further away as you and Aemond scurried deeper into the safety of the darkness and shame, folded defensively onto one another, laughing your asses off.

"Oh my god," you exhale. "I am never going leaving this maze. I am going to live here, eating brambles and shit, and die here. Leave me now and prevail, Aemond. I will be fine. I'll haunt you in two to three business days."

Aemond chuckles from below you, unseen from your gaze, the mesmerised adoration he held as he can still feel his lips tingling from your desperation, still feel the curves of your body, the soft skin— he clears his throat, holding you steady by your hips before moving around until he's hovering over you as you adjusted your dress, eyes fluttering his with pressed lips trying not to laugh.

"I have a feeling dinner is ready."

"I also have a feeling your mother and grandfather knew exactly what we were doing minutes before and I fear I'd rather die here than face that."

He laughs, offering his hand and you take it regardless. "Then my mother would be glad. She didn't exactly feel the new bliss of couples between us."

You scoff. "Only because you treated me like you were cosplaying a Frost Giant." At his raised eyebrow and choked, surprised laugh, you blush. "Oh, get off with it. Your sister really likes the idea of Jotun!Loki and I am not one to kinkshame."

He strangles a laugh, peeling stray twigs from your hair. "I wouldn't dare assume. Let's go eat."

You tighten your hold on his hand, worry crescent on your forehead that Aemond straightens. "And talk?" As good as that felt, as perfect as puzzles sliding in together, you were past the age where burrowing it deep with the good parts and ignoring the pressing talks that need to be addressed.

And Aemond deserved better than that at least.

"Okay." He nods, swallowing. "Later, please."

"Okay." You try and reassure him with a smile and that seems to appease him, if a little.

Once Aegon had made five jokes concerning Daeron's loud rant— he was promptly shut up by his sister smacking him in the back of the head as soon as their mother was fretting in the kitchen and their grandfather's phone pinging for his attention, spoon on his mouth that might have been a medical nightmare — dinner went smoothly.

Daeron had successfully refused to look at your general direction, or his brother, or both since you sat together, churlish in giggles, in chatter and light arguments. Aemond kept taking the nicely marinated baby potatoes on his plate to yours once you finished up your own, and exchanged it with shuffling green beans to his plate because he loves them— it's nice.

It's more than nice. It's everything you could hope for when you think about dinner with your boyfriend's family. It's a softened thought that brews to yearning. You want this. You want be sat next to Aemond like this again, making jokes, piling food onto each other's plate, ribbing with his brother until he blushed then standing up against him when it got too far— seeing the smile he sends your way, endearing, loving, and for a moment, for this one realised moment built on lies and chuckle-fuckery ease, you let yourself indulge.

You joke about spoon feeding him dessert and blush as he envelops his soft lips over the spoon, Daeron and Aegon mimicking gags while Alicent is blushing, unable to stop a girlish giggle, a sound so surprised to her own person that she hiccups.

You are with him and you give yourself strength to break his heart.

Dinner finishes off with a lazy flick, Alicent and his father descending into business talks that usually included Aemond and though you tell him you can go hang out with Helaena— Daeron and Aegon deciding on playing The Last of Us in the game room because Aegon said he needed a good cry but also to shoot things — Aemond who had taken your hand sometime ago and has been brushing his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing gesture, implores you with a look.

You swallow and give a nod, trying for another smile that fails, noticing the moment Aemond sees it fail, his brow curling, lips pursing but doesn't say anything.

As he moves to lead, he pauses, turning back to you. "Where—?"

"Your room?"

Just as he nods, Alicent's soft and embarrassed, "Keep the door open, please," pulls you both to a blushing stop.

Otto— and Helaena rifling through ice cream in the kitchen — crow simultaneous, "Alicent," and "Mom!" as Alicent raises both her hands, the wine in her right sloshing. Though she is pink-cheeked, she maintains eye contact with her son while Aemond is struggling.

"I know you're old and smart enough, young man, and you are such a lovely girl," Alicent says to you, "and I would no doubt adore the grandchildren you will provide me—"

"Oh my gods," you stifle your giggles as Aemond makes a discordant sound in the back of his throat, like a cat hacking a saw. Otto is laughing into his wine while Helaena is making gagging noises in the background.

"— but I hope to have them when Aemond's at least graduated, so that he can provide well for you." Alicent nods, blinking. You can tell that the wine is catching up to her. "He's a good boy so I'm sure he'll do right by you. But I at least want you both to be married, of course, I would prefer if Aegon or Helaena got married first but—"

"— and that's my cue to stage left, folks," Helaena says, making a face as she grabs the entire tub of cookies and cream. "If anyone needs me, I'm in my room trying to find a husband so my baby brother can get married, gods forbid he carries on with bastards from his beautiful girlfriend— whomst, by the way, is my best friend, dunno how we're forgetting my credit in all of this."

Aemond shakes his head. "They're not sleeping here, mom, and providing you grandchildren is not in my agenda." He tugs your hand, smirking as he pulls you close only to whisper playfully, "Not tonight at least."

You shiver, laughing under your breath. "I dunno if you know this, but I have these two great friends called Birth and Control."

He breaks into a laugh and that, at least, eases the tension until you round up in his room, trying to give Helaena a meaningful look but you don't think she understands it with how she salutes you with her spoon, winking audaciously.

"Here." Aemond flicks the light on and his childhood bedroom brings a smile to your face. It's cerebral, the faint blue of his textured wallpaper, the perfectly lined books, even the framed achievements. But there's also the Oasis poster, the little figurines that you know is part of some Old Valyrian battle replica he collected when he was younger, even his old fencing gear and an exact photo of it alongside his club master, his grandfather, and family friend, Criston Cole.

"It's been a while since I've been here," you tease lightly. "It's kind of funny of your mom to think I'd be the first hot girl to christen your childhood bed."

He hums, turning away as he closes the door. When he turns back, he's rolled back his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at you with sincerity.

"It wouldn't be much of a competition to beat. You were the first hot girl I'd ever got inside my room."

"Ahh. Right. Teasing you before your growth spurt was the highlight of my week."

Aemond let out an aggressive sigh as you laugh. "I was a senior in high school when I met you, riña, this is getting ridiculous. Borderline paedophilic since I had you moaning an hour ago."

You heave, slapping his arm. "Okay, stop, you made it weird now. Gross. Eugh."

"Promise you'll stop now?"

"Fine, I promise."

An awkwardness settles before Aemond nods at the double French doors. "Wanna talk on the patio? You've always liked my room's view than Lae's."

"Yeah," you grin.  "'Cos you got the only view of the lake."

"You can barely see it with the trees. And this darkness." Reason out all he wants, but he opens the door for you, and the cool air is crisp and nice against your warm skin.

You hold out on the ledge, squinting your eyes so you can see peeks of luminous bounce of the calm lake between dark sways of forest. Once in a while, it glitters and glimmers, making itself known.

"It isn't fully true though."

"What is?" Aemond fixes his elbows, warmth pressed against yours as he stares at a fixed point of nowhere. But you can feel his tension, feel his questions he's trying to be patient to keep in. You're glad for it. Grateful. Because it gives you enough courage to confess.

"I hung out in your room because I liked hanging out with you," you admit. "Teasing you was the highlight of my day."

"Gee. Thanks."

"I was more surprised you kept letting me hang out with you when I did nothing but annoy you."

"Why do you think that is, ñuha riña?" he asks softly.

"Because you're sweet?"

The way he's looking at you... it makes you breatheless. Especially when he moves to turn fully toward you, taking you by your elbows, and you close your eyes when he leans in expecting his mouth on you, your heart dancing in the palm of his hand because it feels so, so easy to trust Aemond with it, instead he presses his lips underneath your eye, nuzzling against your nose. It shatters and remakes your heart, making you hold onto his shirt for some semblance of comfort.

"Because I've always liked you," he whispers against your skin as if it's his best kept secret. "Because I'm weak when it comes to you. Because you," he breathes against your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug, "make it easy to want you."

A weak laugh escapes your lips and his mouth follows the sound as if he wants to swallow it, but you press a palm to his chest. He growls.

"Easy there, tiger, that didn't sound much like a compliment."

He pulls back, holding your face. "Sorry, shit, I didn't mean— I'm not good at this. I meant... you're unattainable. Not just as Helaena's best friend but... you're cool, you're fucking gorgeous and incredibly hilarious."

"Ñuha jorrāelagon." He breathes care into the word. The word is lost on me and I force my brain to pocket it like a love letter so I can search it up. "I never thought I could be here, touching you like this." Without warning, he moulds his lips to yours in a harsh, deep kiss. It's quick but it leaves you breathless, his voice coming up ragged. "Kiss you like this. It feels like I'm in a dream and I'm struggling to let go of it. So a while ago... after..."

You nod, pressing your forehead against his, unable to look at him in the eye. You focus on touching him, your hands sliding down, making him shiver when you go underneath his shirt, skating his side until you warm your cool fingers with his spine.

"That's the thing, Aemy," you whisper. "In your head, by your words, I'm always a version to you."

 He calls your name, leaning back and you're forced to see the confusion on his face.

"Helaena's best friend. Past that, an unattainable crush. Now a fake girlfriend. Someone you use to get Alys' attention, and who better than the unattainable crush? It's a pedestal, Aemy."

"It's not like that, that was a bad, convoluted—"

"But it's the truth, it's how I feel. And though that sucks, I understand." You take his hands as you step back and he's frowning harder, the lines deepen and his jaw is tight. "I knew what I was getting into, you know? But things change because I've changed."

 "It's Cregan, isn't it?" he snarls, tugging his hands away.

"Oh, you jealous idiot, it's you! We've gone over this, you incredible dumbass!"

"Me? How the hell is this about—"

"— because I love you!" you shout. Then stop, inhale. Blink. Aemond copies it. It's almost hilarious. "Or I know I can be."

He works his jaw, turning away. "I don't understand."

"Okay, here it is." You inhale. "Just listen and breathe for a second, okay? Okay? Don't turn away from me." You pull him back by his chin, smiling faintly at the pout you form. "Say you understand."

He sighs, taking your hand. "Yes, I understand."

"I can't compete with someone you've loved for so long," you start softly, staring at your conjoined hands wondering if this is the last time you'll get to hold him like this. "Without you showing you can love me for more than that. I can't compete with your own ideal happy ending if I'm not part of it. I won't. I refuse." Your smile is wry, it's heartbreak and it's strings. You wish you had the energy to scream, to act like a brat and demand his heart, his promises in gold-ink and pink-veined hue. It's what your heart wants.

But you're of big age. You've seen love in its spaces, how it takes root in people, how it affects the world around you.

And you know you cannot love him if he does not make the effort to love you in the same way.

Your heart is in your throat but the words come out anyway. "Because I love you, Aemy. And I know I can fight for you. I can fight for what we have. I can wake up tomorrow and choose to love you with the same degree, if not fiercer, if I could. And I could do that again and again. That's how love works. You have to wake up tomorrow, see me, and choose to love me all over again."

You smile gently, sadly. "I can't allow myself to be loved in halves. I've done that before, I'm not doing it again. Not even for you."

You bring yourself on your tip toes— damn tall, beautiful rat bastard — and brush your lips on the corner of his. His eye closed. "I'm not going to pressure you for an answer. Alys was... Alys is a big part of what you know is love, and I respect that. I understand that it'll be hard, but I need to know if you're willing to let go of it for me. Because I can promise you I can love you. But I won't. Not without assurance that you can try for me."

"What are you asking me?" he asks softly, straightening. There's a hard line going into his body, like a dutiful student given an assignment.

"I'm asking you to think if you can see past the little statue you've made of me. See me breathing. Alive, just like this." You press a hand to his face and retrieve it back before he can hold it. He shots you a look of betrayal. "I'm going home with Hel. You know how to message me, okay? Bye, dōna zaldrīzes."sweet dragon.

His eye flick upward, shock and heartbreak and confusion moulds and twists into such a beautiful blue, mouth agape trying to find words he can't find— and you smile wryly, turning away and leaving.

You get to Helaena's door quick, knocking soon after.

"Hmph!"

 "You're either getting choked by a robber or masturbating, and really Hel, I need you to make two grunts to tell me the former so I can bust down the door because I don't want to see you bust a—"

The door swings wide, Helaena's face in a comical irritation.

"That is so fucked up, I hope you know— hey, hey." Her irritation sweeps into a frown as you fail to contain your watery eyes. "What happened? What's wrong? What did Aemond do? Oh, that little twerp—"

"— it's not him, it's not him, chill, I just wanna go home, yeah? Get our cakes and go, please?"

Hel's frown deepens, eyes darting back to Aemond's door.

"Please, Helaena," you beg. "I'll tell you when we get home. I'll make us special drinks."

She takes your hand, determination wound tight with concern. "Sure thing, babe. Let's go."

When you make your hasty departure to her grandfather of all of them, Alicent already in bed and the other boys still in the gaming room, cakes in hand, you tow over Helaena's baby blue buggy— she leans over at you with a hand on the ignition, whispering as if she was afraid, "You— are you meeting Cregan tonight? After, I mean." Her eyes widen. "I'm not judging, I'd never—"

"No, no, I understand. You'd never judge me for that, I know. But no. Just you and me tonight."

She smiles softly. It's not like Aemond's but they don't look that apart that it still stings. "Love you."

"Love you too, lovebug."

Loving Helaena isn't hard.

Just as you know loving Aemond wouldn't be, despite it all. But it isn't you that has issues that needs handling, and you've put everything in his court now.

And yet you can't deny your hope.

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[witchofhimring]

Loyalty (Chapter 2)

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, Plot twist at the end!

Synopsis:

You find out that the man you love is to marry another, Ellyn Baratheon. Ellyn Baratheon decides to "teach you your place".

PS: Ellyn Baratheon is gonna be a real bitch this chapter

Elinor was the first to break the news to you. She had come into your chambers with a solemn look upon her face. "Have the found the body of the Strong-I mean Lucerys." It felt cruel to refer to the boy as "Strong" after he had died so horrible. Elinor just shook her head and set the tea down. You had a few sips of what tasted faintly of chamomile. "Did you hear about the events of Storms End?" "Of course, Lucerys is dead." Elinor just closed her eyes, a look of resignation on her face. "Elinor, what has happened." Elinor took a deep breath, readying herself for the storm that was about to come. "Aemond is to marry."

Aemond Targaryen was always expected to marry. You knew this. But somehow you always hoped it might be you. After all, you were no mere catch. But now that the thin string of hope was snagged you felt as if you were falling into an abys of grief. This was different from other times. Instead of tears coming to your eyes and your belly aching, your heart seized up. Every part of you somehow felt hot and cold at the same time. "One of the Baratheon girls." Your nails dug little crescent moons into your palm. Trying to hold in everything together. "Ellyn Baratheon." Elinor sighed. Elly Baratheon. Had an alliance been her sole appeal? Or was she truly so pretty that Aemond immediately fell in love with her. The thought sickened you. "Oh Y/n." Elinor wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Although the last thing you wanted was to be touched, you allowed her.

"I wish to be alone right now." Any pain you did your best to hide, although you could tell it was not entirely successful. Elinor left. Once she was gone you opened the doors to your balcony. A breeze had come in and the sun was out. This was the best weather Kings Landing had seen in days. Ellyn Baratheon. The name swarmed around your head like a fly. A constant bother to your emotions. How foolish you had been, to have ever dared to hope he would love you. Never had Aemond given any indication that he felt anything more than that of a dear friend. Was this how you would spend the rest of your life, mourning over a love that was never yours to begin with? You felt pathetic for this. And angry. You knew this was for an alliance but it did little to help. Everything would be different from now on.

You did not go to visit Aemond that day, or the one after. The truth was that you could not bring yourself to face him without giving up your dignity. Your pride would not allow you to. Aemond did not bother visiting you either. In fact, you did not see him anywhere. Unlike the Prince you did not have the luxury of staying hidden. You had your duties to the Queen was her ward and lady-in-waiting. You dressed in the customary green and gold before heading to the Queen's apartments. Queen Alicent was already awake. To your surprise she had rejected her customary regal posture for almost sloping over the table. Still in her nightgown, the Queen had her head in her hands.

"Your Grace." You curtsied. Unsurprisingly the Queen seemed to hardly care. Her thoughts were so clouded by war that she was actually mumbling to herself. You looked to the other two ladies in her company, Lady Catrina Lannister and Lady Flora Tyrell. They looked just as hopeless as you felt. You walked over to the nightstand and poured the Queen a glass of wine. This was not the norm as she hardly took to wine this early in the day. But you supposed given the circumstances concessions could be made. Queen Alicent accepted the drink without so much as a word. She took it back and a half empty goblet was placed on the table. Another look was exchanged between you and the ladies. "Mother." Jaecerion swept into the room with his usual swagger. His blonde hair was just as thick and unruly as it had been during his childhood. In all honesty it rather suited him. Most in the court commented how it made him look like a pretty woman. Lady Catrina Lannister politely curtsied was covered up her fluster with grace. Flora was not so fortunate, being only eighteen and new to court. Queen Alicent immediately stood up and hugged her boy. "Do you think he knows?" Flora whispered to you. "Yes." Of course Jaecerion likely knew Aemond was going to be married. You supposed everyone else knew by now. "It's just so horrible that it all happened this way. I mean I knew that Prince Aemond hated Lucerys-" You quickly silenced her as you realized it was not Aemond's upcoming nuptials she was referring to. Even if her comment was innocent in nature it could be taken for treason in certain eyes.

Once Jaecerion's attention had diverted from his mother he focused on the three ladies before him. He gave you a mock bow before approaching Flora. Internally you groaned, he always got up to this sort of behavior. "My Lady Flora, don't you just look lovely today." You and Lady Catrina shared an exasperated look. It was the Princes habit to flirt about with the ladies at court. The Queen permitted it, so long as it remained respectful. He placed a kiss onto the ladies' small hand. Flora's face lit up like a fire. Although he had done this several times she still got flustered each time. "As lovely as a flower my dear-although there is another in this room I believe." He gave you a look. "I do not think that is language you should use to refer to your mother, Your Grace." Queen Alicent almost spit out her drink as you tried to hide a smile and the Prince laughed. "And I see this one has thorns." He chuckled before turning his charms onto Lady Catalina. "And you my dear-" But the Lady was quick to put a stop to it. "Careful, for I do not have thorns but claws." Even the Queen laughed at that. And it would be the last time she did so.

The rest were late as of today. Prince Jaecaryon had left for Gods know where. You were just placing a necklace around the Queen's neck, which had developed a somewhat raw red tint to it, when three others entered. Marietta Hightower, Alicia Hightower and Cerilla Swan entered. You had dreaded this encounter as Cerilla never passed up an opportunity to goad you. Her elder sister was Florice Swan, wife to your cousin. Somehow in Cerilla's head she had taken it upon herself to wage a war against you. Why was beyond your reason. Resolving to stay by the Queen's side you focused on pouring the Queen tea. The thing about Cerilla was that she would never be brave enough to challenge you in public. The last time resulted in the shouting match between the two of you. Not wanting to get in trouble you avoided her. "Y/n, would you get me Helena?" You knew Cerilla would jump on this opportunity. "Of course Your Grace. Cerilla, please do finish pouring the Queen's tea for me." With that you swept out of the room, ignoring Cerilla's sour look. This was only delaying the inevitable, you you would push it back as far as possible.

Helena was staring out the window today as the little ones played out of the carpet bellow. Maelor Targaryen tottled to hit feet and hurried towards you, something grasped in his tiny grasp. He gurgled something that sounded like your name before nearly falling over. "Hello little Prince." You smiled picking him up. Readily he wrapped his chubby arms around you. Maelor was the sweetest little boy. How Aegon could ever have made something this precious was beyond you. You joined Helaena by the window as she watched everything below, like a spectator to a large play. "Your mother has asked for you." Helaena simply turned to you and brushed a piece of hair out of your eye. "When the water turns red your banner shall turn." None of this was unusual. Since she had been old enough to talk Helaena had been rattling off "prophesies". Or at least that was what her family thought. Personally you felt she had a nervous disposition that her family wished to ignore. Better to blame the supernatural than recognize and issue.

You waited outside Helaena's door as she got ready. It was at this moment Cerilla chose to attack. Her elated face was practically floated towards you with glee. Her pearly white teeth looked like daggers, ready to tear you to shreds. "Yes, I heard about the betrothal. So save it." That seemed, to your satisfaction, wipe some of the smugness off her face. But she quickly recovered. "It must be so sad for you. I mean there was never much hope. But now Aemond truly is out of your reach." You could have slapped her. It had been obvious to all the ladies within Queen Alicents entourage that you were head over heals for the Prince. But only Cerilla seemed to find joy in your misfortune. "I mean" and a nasty smile curled onto her lips. "You could always be a mistress." A sneer found its way onto your face. You knew what you would say next was bellow the belt, but right now you hardly cared. "Oh, is that how your sister ensnared her husband?" Now it was Cerilla who looked ready to inflict violence. Her right hand twitched but she seemed unready to carry it out. Satisfied, you followed to Princess, although the proper title was now Queen, out. And it was a merciful thing you did so.

Now that word had gotten around of the Princes betrothal, Jaecerion to Lenita Lannister and Aemond to Ellyn Baratheon, there was a flurry of fear and excitement. Unfortunately that was not a good thing for you. Everyone knew of your close relationship with the Prince, and even though Aemond disregarded the idea that you held anything but platonic affection for him the rest knew better. Some talked behind your back, other did not even bother to hide the fact that you were their topic of conversation. Others were even so bold as to approach you on the subject, including Cerilla's little friends. Erald Swan, a cousin to Cerilla, had even been as bold as to ask if your "services" were now free. But that was not the worst of it. You could take the insults and mockery if only Aemond would talk to you again. But every time the two of you passed in the halls he curtly aknowledged your presence. You had tried to visit him, but entry was barred.

When not on duty you slipped down to the alcoves were the water ran. It was a quiet, secluded place where you could be left alone. It was better this way instead of weeping in the hallway. It brought you greater shame than you liked to admit. You were not one for crying. Not since ten had you cried so often, so freely. The cool water was a balm for the soul that soothed you. Even if the respite was temporary it was the only thing that stopped you from screaming and tearing your hair out. Everything had been turned on its head. You now felt so alone. There were no other friends you could rely on. Although you liked plenty of the Queen and Dowager Queens ladies well enough none of them were dear enough for you to bear your soul in such a way. You prayed to the Seven for Strength but it brought you no peace. You would look up at their cold stone faces and feel nothing. Never had you felt so lonely.

More hateful your life would become. For not a week past and news was coming about that Ellyn Baratheon was coming for her marriage. So soon after your heart had been broken and with no time to do any meaningful healing. This was too much for you. All of this happening and Aemond not saying a word to you. That night you did something you swore not to do. You entered the secret passageway in the middle of the night. The lamp bounced all the way as you walked. When you reached the top you gave the secret knock. There was no answer. Even now he was choosing to ignore you. So, abandoning all reservations you opened the door. Aemond was laying on his bed, asleep. His eyepatch and the small empty cup of milk-of-the-poppy (which at times he took) were on the night table beside him. Getting closer you realized a letter lay open. You would have ignored it if you had not seen the name "Y/n Tyrell" scrolled on the top. A horrible feeling settled in your gut. While you knew this technically was not right, your shaking hands picked the letter up.

Dear Lady Ellyn Baratheon,

I hope you are well and wish the rest of your travel goes smoothly. In your last letter you brought up the issue of my friendship with Lady Y/n Tyrell. I assure you nothing inappropriate has ever taken place. The Lady Y/n is an honorable Lady from a good house who would never stain her name in such a way. If it would put your mind at ease I will cease being so familiar with Lady Y/n.

You did not ready the rest as it was Aemond discussing their future wedding. The letter fluttered to the ground. Each breath came out in small short huffs. Your nose felt blocked up with your effort to stop tears from falling. So this was why Aemond was no longer talking to you. On some level you knew the truth. But to see it written like this was too much. For Aemond it was that easy to simply throw away a friendship of nine years. You knew he had never loved you, but did you truly mean that little?

You wanted to shake him awake. To rage and storm at him for the past few weeks where you had been so so lonely. Just like that he discarded you like an old rag. Here he was sleeping so peacefully while you lay awake, tormented both internally and externally. There was no peace in your world he he was able to move on. You did not wake him. There were tears in your eyes and you were proud. So without bothering the pick up the letter you turned on your heal and left through the door for the last time in this life.

Lady Y/n Tyrell,

It has come to my attention that the wedding of Lady Ellyn Baratheon and Prince Aemond Targaryen will be taking place earlier than anticipated. I had written to Dowager Queen Alicent and your services will be moved from Dowager Queen Alicent to the soon to be Princess Ellyn. Lady Ellyn Baratheon is willing to look past your indiscretions so long as you serve her well. I have been your constant advocate in this matter. The Baratheon's are no longer worried about any poor conduct on your part.

As for your part, along with being the Princesses lady-in-waiting, will report to me on the happenings of court. With Lady Cerilla in Dowager Queen Alicent's service and you in Lady Ellyn's things should be moving on well.

Sincerely,

Lady Joan Tyrell

The dreaded day arrived.

You were not sure if it was a trick of the eyes or not but everything seemed dull. Even when the sun was in full splendor and a cool breeze came in from the water. Last night had been the final time in Dowager Queen Alicent's service. You brushed her hair, read the children a story and blew out the candles. Little Jaehaerys gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. You smiled and brushed his pale hair out of his face. These children were so innocent and sweet, you hoped they stayed that way together, especially Jaehaerys. Perhaps, if he became King, he might throw off the shakes that were placed on him by family and maybe, just maybe be a good King.

The next day you woke. From this day forward you were no longer in the service of the Dowager Queen. No longer would you see Lady Flora. You know wished you had gotten to know her better, so wrapped up in Aemond you were. But it was too late now. Elinor said nothing as she dressed you in a light blue dress. "Pass me a shawl, please." Elinor looked surprised but you did so anyway. Lastly, as Elinor fussed over the trim of your skirt you placed a gold ribbon in your hair, not paying attention to the design on it. Elinor followed a few paces behind as you made your way down to the courtyard.

"Lady Y/n!" Marietta Hightower was rushing down the hallway, a stack of paper in her hands. Her face was flushed and she looked on the verge of a panic attack. "Could you please take these to the Princesses rooms. I mean the ones for Lady Ellyn. I also have to get orders down to the kitchens for dinner and I am running out of time. Can you please deliver this for me!" She pleaded. Taking pity on her light, you came to her rescue. "Oh thank you so much!" And she was off. Lady Marietta was not the only one in a rush. Servants, lords, ladies and knights were rushing here and there in preparation for the arrival. The rooms in which Lady Ellyn would receive the ladies was empty. An oak chair that looked akin to a throne sat in the middle. Swallowing, you placed the paper on the table beside it. What sort of person was Lady Ellyn Baratheon? You had heard of the other sisters. Lady Casandra Baratheon was known to be proud, assertive and ambitious. You were relived that she at least was not here. Then there was Lady Maris, a tongue as sharp as a sword. Lastly there was Lady Floris who was pretty and sweet as a flower. But on Lady Ellyn there was silence. That frightened you all the more.

By the time you arrived at the courtyard everyone else had arrived. You received a few stares from observers. All the ladies expected to attend Lady Ellyn were already lined up. Your heart leapt into your throat is you realized how late you were. In fact, Lady Ellyn was already greeting some of them. While Lady Ellyn did not seem to notice, a companion who you suspected was one of her sisters did. Her cold brown eyes surveyed you and then walked up to her sister. Feeling sick, you waited in suspended motion. Lady Ellyn's teal blue eyes meet years. Immediately you knew she hated you. There was a deep rage simmering below the surface. Like ice rushing under ice ready to break forth like a tidal wave. The moment was quick. Blink and you will miss it. Lady Ellyn got closer and closer, greeting reach lady in the line. Soon she was in front of you. Lady Ellyn was tall, being about five foot ten. Her dark hair hung in ringlets to her waist. Her alabaster skin was smooth without a flaw to it. Her cold eyes almost sparkled like gems. Her lips were as red as blood. "Lady Y/n." Her voice as cold as the eyes. Shaking, you curtsied. Everyone was looking on. Lady Cerilla looked elated, Lady Flora horrified. She said nothing else, simply looked at you up and down like an item in the market. Then moved on.

They had all the ladies line up against the wall. In dreadful expectation you waited. Each one of you would present yourselves to her and receive a gift. The other ladies kept looking at you, sometimes whispering. Your hands wrung themselves in a painful twist. As each name was called your heart would pound furiously, then calm when it was not yours, then the whole process would start again. It was with a dreadful doom that your name was called out. "Y/n Tyrell." You walked into the den. She looked like a Queen, decked out in a ruby red dress that trailed to the floor. A circlet sat on her brow, brightly sitting against her dark curls. They all looked to you. The door creaked shut. You were only four feet from the throne-like chair. The ladies seemed to be circling around the two of you, akin to the circling of hungry wolves, waiting for the first drop of blood. "Lady Y/n, I believe it is customary to curtsy when a lady of higher ranking is in front of you." Her lip curled. With a heated face you gave her the bare minimum. "I know that your previous position might have given you a false sense of security and disregard from the rules. Well, let me tell you this, you will be subjected to the same rules as the rest." You had tried to keep your composure. But Lady Ellyn seemed determined to attack you. "If you are insinuating that I slept with Aemond-" She cut you off. "That is Prince Aemond to you, just as I will be a Princess and his wife." She rose up and walked towards you. The two of you were faced to face, both defiant in the face of the other. She brought up a fist and for a moment you thought she might hit you. But her palm opened and inside sat a golden ribbon, your golden ribbon. Embroidered into it was a dragon. Long ago, this had been a gift from Queen Helaena. "It was a gift from the Queen." You said. Lady Ellyn's eyes flashed. "Oh really?" Suddenly she twisted the ribbon and it broke. The ladies gasped and shrunk back. With finality she flung the rest down. "If I ever even hear a whisper that you have shown any sort of indiscretion towards my husband I will deal with you as I see fit."

"Prince Aemond Targaryen." Everyone jumped at the sudden call. Lady Ellyn hurried back to her seat and you were pulled into the crowd. "My Prince." Lady Ellyn had turned from sour to sweet in only a moment. She gracefully descended the stairs. And in a display that shocked everyone, she kissed him.

You finally cornered Aemond after sword practice. The current situation meant you could not approach him right in the open. So when Lady Ellyn's back was turned you scurried off the the amoury and hid behind a statue of the Warrior. Nervously you waited, the clang of metal just outside. After some cheers signaling the Prince's victory the door opened and an exhausted Aemond came in. You gathered your courage and stepped out. Aemond's back was to you. "Aemond." He tensed and turned around. His left hand flexed nervously, something he did under tense pressure. "Lady Y/n, you should not be here." "That is Prince Aemond to you." The words mockingly echoed around your mind. An incredible surge of anger swelled up within you. In public using titles made sense. But in private? "I am unsure as to why I deserve such treatment." Your voice shook with weeks of suppressed anger. All this time you had been miserable and holding in all your emotions while Aemond went on without a care in the world.

Aemond sighed. "Lady Y/n, I am to be married now. My wife does not deserve this. And neither do you. Your prospects are already in jeopardy because of our relationship. Please I am not doing this to be cruel." Aemond could not even meet your eyes. "So this is it then?" "Lady Y/n, I know you love me." "I....I...." Your world was collapsing around you like a stack of falling cards. You knew he did not return your feeling. As much as that hurt you still stayed his friend. That was a mistake. From the moment you fell for him your heart was destined to be broken. Even if by some miracle he did love you back nothing would work out. You were just a minor member while Aemond was a Prince. "It is just that Ellyn-" You wanted to tell him that being around her made you physically ill. That she scared you already. But your voice was shaking too much and you fear you might cry. But it did not matter, for Aemond spoke up. "Please Lady Y/n. She is a good kind lady from and honorable house. And do not refer to her as Ellyn, she is a lady."

And he was Prince Aemond. No longer Aemond to you.

"So I suppose this is the end." You forced out. "I am sorry. But yes it is."

You walked out in a daze. Everyone else had left for dinner. The sky was grey now, every trace of light was obscured. Without much sense of direction you wandered around till you entered a garden. A Weirwood tree grew in the center. The Northerners worshiped these trees, believing in their old Gods. The notion had always seemed strange to you. Without the Seven everything seemed to feel unreal. With no Seven there was chaos. Your great grandmother on your mothers side had been a Stark, a northern lady from house Reed. You knew next to nothing about her. But now, for whatever reason, the idea of her stuck itself in your mind. Your Tyrell members had been the only ones that had ever counted.

Your fingers traced the wood. Sticky sap like blood trickled down the bark. It was archaic. So unlike the clean Sept downstairs. The red leaves rattled above you. Cryptically the leaves sounded like bones rattling around. You had never really taken the story of the First Children seriously. How the Andals slew them and burned their trees. But this tree seemed so alive, like a living breathing being. Instinctually you curled up under the tree. It was almost like a mothers hug, something you never remembered having. You needed it more than ever. Losing Aemond was like losing a piece of yourself. Now you felt so so alone.

It was dark by the time you left. Not that you wanted to leave. You felt save here, a wound for your broken heart. But Elinor came rushing out in a panic. "Lady Y/n! Oh Gods I was so worried." "I have not thrown myself from the cliffs yet." You said sarcastically. Elinor looked horrified to which you rolled your eyes. "Was a jest." And you breezed past her. She followed behind you in silence. When you got to your room you dismissed Elinor. She looked hesitant but could not disobey an order. So with that you were left all alone.

Tears threatened to fall. But the daze had worn off by now, only anger remaining. The first thing you did was pushed a cabinet in front of the secret door. There was no need to have it available anymore. Next you pillaged the things that Aemond had given you over the years. Jewelry, books, a dress, flowers and other such things. You threw them in the fireplace. Any remnants of your friendship went up in smoke. But that was not enough. Even as you watched the pages crinkle and crack under the flames you anger was left unsated. He threw away the relationship like it was nothing. You might not have been so angry if he just talked to you instead of treating you like an old used rag.

You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you. You realized this had been written in the stars. Aemond would always put his devotion to family first. And the worst part was you were the same. Always you had served without consciousness or autonomy and it was killing you. Maybe this was how The Dowager Queen felt, King Viserys's neglect having left his scar on her body. And as a woman there was nothing their of you could do but endure it to the end.

The wedding took place only a week later. And the week leading up to it had been hell. Rather than shun your company Lady Ellyn Baratheon wanted you close at all times. The week leading up was the future Princess assisting in some final touches to everything. And every now and then she would ask you for your opinion. "I mean, you more than anyone must have put some thought to this more than anyone." She would say, a cruel smile twisting her otherwise beautiful face. You had hoped the other ladies might be lenient and leave the gossip out of your ears. But you had the great misfortune of having to deal with the ladies of Lady Ellyn's house. And it was not just the ladies, but the men as well. A minstrel employed by the Baratheon's had been making jibes at you as you passed, likely on the coin of Lady Ellyn. No one defended you, as you were of little importance. What was your suffering compared to the war and grand wedding. How you were able to keep your bearing was a mystery to you.

"Lady Y/n, I recon you know what Aemond likes. What do you think of this." Lady Ellyn held a golden fabric before her, mockery on her face. " It does not appeal to me. It makes you look off colour." Lady Ellyn's mouth tightened but of course Cerilla came to her defense. "For shame, is it not enough after what you have done?! Your Grace do not listen to her, you look lovely." Although Cerilla was not part of Lady Ellyn's company she had been asked to provide assistance. "Lady Cerilla, perhaps you might want to be a bit more specific?" You challenged. "Lady Y/n you will watch your tongue around me." You nearly shouted. This was so unfair! After all, it was she herself who started this. If only she would leave you alone. Thankfully everyones attention was diverted to a necklace Lady Ellyn wanted to wear. Discretely you went to the corner, praying that Lady Ellyn would leave you alone for now. One who was quick to leave you was Lady Marietta, who only a week ago had asked for your help. They either mocked you or fled from your very presence. You supposed that no one wanted to be affiliated with you now. Even Dowager Queen Alicent seemed to invite you to her tea parties less. You truly hated Lady Ellyn. Apart from being horrid, her involvement had made your life hell. Prince Aemond was no longer your friend, Dowager Queen Alicent was distancing herself from you, the ladies treated you like a disease. And all because you were friends with Prince Aemond. Although you loved him you had been sure to hide it. Now you wished you had never met him.

The morning of the wedding had you waking up before the sun rose. Since you woke by your own accord Elinor had not arrived. You got up and walked to the window. Opening the glass door you walked onto the balcony. The wind was as chaotic as the sea bellow you. Waves crashed into the shards of rock. In the very distant you could see a yellow sunrise against the pitch black sky. Its hectic beauty entranced you for a moment, holding you there for a while. If today had been a normal day you would have been content to just stand there and watch.

You wondered what Prince Aemond was feeling right now. Was he dreading today as you were? Likely not. He would see it as his duty as do it. He was unendingly loyal to his family. Just as you were. Your duty was like a stone tied around you neck. The emotions you carried within like water slowly choking the life from you. "My Lady?" It was not Elinor as you expected. Jaecerion was standing on the threshold of your door. He was dressed in the Hightower green with yellow trimmings. His normally unruly hair was pulled back into a braid. Lastly, there was a golden circled against his locks. He let himself in. "You are up early." He said. "Just woke. Have not been awake very long." You replied. Suddenly Jaecerion's hand brushed some hair out of your face. His fingertips were cold to the touch. "The things we do for duty." He sighed. You knew he knew. Jaecerion was an observer much like his grandfather and little escaped his notice. "It is just I always held out hope. And I know it is not truly his fault-" Jaecerion was quick in his reaction. "I think my brother is a coward for it." He spat. Taken by surprise, you looked up at him. "If I loved someone then I would fight for them!" You had never seen this much passion in the boy. Well, he was not a boy anymore. Often you forgot that he was Aemond's elder twin brother. "Well, it is not as if he loves me anyway." The words were hard to get out, because that was the truth of it in the end. "I-" But whatever Jaecerion felt was lost. Someone, Elinor, was at the door. You ushered him into the closet before she could enter. Behind her were two maids carrying a coper basin. It was not large but your could fit in if you put your knees to your chest. "My Lady you will have to undress." Thoughts went to Jaecerion who was still in the closet. With no excuse to give Elinor, you undressed. You could only hope Jaecerion had the decency to look away. They lathered you in lavender soap before putting on the dress. It was green and gold with the intertwined symbols of house Baratheon and Targaryen. To be carrying around the symbol of Prince Aemond and Lady Ellyn's union was more humiliating than you could put into words.

All of Lady Ellyn's ladies were lined up in front of the great hall. Inside you could hear guests moving about. In only moments Lady Ellyn would arrive and then enter the great hall. "Oh look! She is beautiful!" You peaked from behind one of the ladies to see Lady Ellyn. And for all your hatred you had to admit she was absolutely stunning. Lady Ellyn wore a pure white gown. The neckline stopped to show just a small bit of her breasts, curving across her smooth skin. Long flowing satin sleeves hung to the floor and small bits of diamond sparkled in the light. On her arm was a proud Lord Borros Baratheon. Here Lady Ellyn was, her dreams fulfilled with her family by her side and you had nothing. One stray tear rolled down your cheek.

The doors flew open. Everyone was in order. They marched through the passage way. The great hall was lavishly decorated, although you hardly paid attention to the designs. All you wanted was to get through today and then find a hole to crawl into. Finally everyone reached the end. You expected the ceremony to begin now. But suddenly the sister that had accompanied her, Lady Marris, darted out. "My sister has requested you go up there." She gleefully pointed up to near the dais, in full view of the couple. You knew why she was doing this. Did she not already have everything? Why need to humiliate you further? But you did as she asked. And the sermon began. You had imagined this in your dreams. The sept decked out in all its splendor. Every member of the court dressed in their best. The weather was perfect. The sun was out as if celebrating this union. Birds could be heard chirping outside. The sweet scent of early spring flowers hung in the air.

And you, dressed in white as the perfect bride.  

Except it was not you.

Instead, you were merely one of the spectators. An inconsequential accessory to HER victory. She had specifically order that you be placed near the altar. Prince Aemond placed the cloak of protection around the bride. A lump formed in your throat. Then he leaned in and they kissed.

Cheers broke the silence as everyone clapped. Prince Aemond pressed a gentle kiss the now Princess Ellyn's hand as they turned. They descended the stairs and Dowager Queen Alicent gave her new daughter a hug. Now you seriously wanted to cry. "Pst." Jaecerion was right behind you. "Care to sit with me?" Without a word you accepted. A few people looked, but with one look from the Prince they hurriedly brought their attention elsewhere. The two of you found a secluded corner. "I understand." He took a hand in his. You gave him a weak smile. While you appreciated his help you did not think he truly understood. This was more than watching the man you loved marry another. Lady Ellyn had completely replaced you in every way. Even Dowager Queen Alicent seemed to forget you now. It was even worse to now see Queen Helaena greet her. "You know I am on your side, right." "Thank you....thank you." You did not care who was around you when you pressed a kiss to his hand. His support meant more to you than anything.

The two of you stayed in that corner, enjoying a few sweets and making talk. This was becoming much easier now. "I should just bring you with me wherever I go. Life would be so much easier." Jaecerion laughed and said he would not mind that one bit. The night was drawing to a close and you thought you might slip out. Jaecerion had to go relieve himself and after he disappeared you felt lonely again. Now seemed about the right time to turn in for bed. Your plan was to slink away and disappear. But Princess Ellyn Baratheon had other plans. "Time for the bedding!" Aegon's tipsy voice could be heard over the crowd. Cheers roared to the ceiling. You were almost there. A few more steps and a silent hallway would greet you. Then you could go to bed and maybe this day would not seem to bad. Lady Cerilla's hand closed on your wrist. "Get your hands off me." You snarled. She only grinned. "The Princess requests your held." Cold rage set in. No. No she could not really be asking this of you. Out of all the things she had done this had to be the most debasing thing she could ask. Having a woman who loved a man assist another in getting ready to bed him was beyond cruel, it was sick. Shaking, you numbly made your way to the bedroom. Step by agonizing step. Each one slammed against the stone with a final intensity. You finally arrived at the door and could already smell the perfume within. No one else was in. There was a fireplace, fur rug and a four poster bed. Around it were sheer curtains. While those might hide some from you, it would show enough.

A burst of song blasted in as a laughing Princess Ellyn Baratheon was pushed in. When it closed it was just the two of you. From outside you could hear Ser Criston Cole ushering the men away. Now it was just you and her. She turned her back to you. "Well?" But you did not immediately obey. "You are beyond cruel." Your voice was practically shaking with rage. Princess Ellyn turned around. She looked imperious and you felt next to nothing just standing there. "Because I want you to know that from this day forward I am his wife. It is me he swore himself to and me who will have his love. So do not go thinking you will take it from me." "I never had any intention of doing so." You said shortly. There was fear. Fear that you were going to cry in front of this woman. Princess Ellyn was not done, she took a step towards you. "And when the time comes I will bear his children. I will be the mother the Princes and Princesses. Perhaps you can serve my children as well. Now, unlace my dress." The urge to take the expensive velvet tying her corset together and winding it around her throat was more than tempting. Your Septa had taught you to pray to the father for strength in time of anger. But no prayer was strong enough to disway you now. You hoped her died. You hoped she died screaming in agony and despair. That none of her dreams would come true and that one day she would look back on all this and regret everything.

Prince Aemond came in. Giggling ladies pawed at him and he looked uncomfortable. His jacket was missing. The Septon, Dowager Alicent, Aegon, Helaena and a few other people shuffled in before the door closed. Princess Ellyn now only wore a shift. Prince Aemond was undressed and you looked away. Once both of them were done the Prince and Princess climbed into bed. The curtains were drawn so that you could only see their outlines. Prince Aemond got on top and shared some words with the Princess. You could only watch, not knowing the words a husband shared with his wife. Then they began and every moment was horrible. Their limbs wrapped around one another, Princess Ellyn's moans carried throughout the room. A deep jealousy was in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to wrap your hands around her pale throat and squeeze. It would be a merry sight to see the lights dim.

Princess Ellyn finally finished with a cry. And with that it was over. Dowager Alicent rushed everyone but the High Septon out. Everyone ran, the rest with excitement and you something much worse. They did not notice as you peeled off from the rest. As the celebrations carried on you went deeper and deeper into the bowels of the castle. Your steps had carried you to the secret alcove where you and Prince Aemond spent many days. Once this was a place of joy for you. Instead, today and from now on, this place would witness your sorrow. You let out a cry, drowned out by the waves and music. Finally, you cried.

Note:

So this chapter was fun and I honestly hope everyone enjoyed it! Ellyn Baratheon ain't a very nice lady. The wedding was the hardest part to write and I honestly considered just not doing it. But I wanted this story to bring out strong emotions so here it is. The next chapter isn't going to be much happier but this is where the plot really starts to kick in.

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CEO!Aegon having you sit under his desk and suck his cawk

Ughhh I’m in such a hot mood for Aeg right now, so the fact I went straight here doesn’t help HAHAHA

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Hardly Workin'

PAIRING: Chubby!CEO!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,818.

WARNINGS: mentions of an office romance/affair, male oral receiving, exhibition kink (?), slight reference to fatphobic comments, reference to p in v sexual intercourse, swearing.

A/N - I'm so sorry I made him chubby, but also not really because we all know that man would add a few pounds with a desk job and I couldn't help myself. ps I powered thru this because I just couldn't help myself. CHOKEHOLD.

To have a high-ranking employer that was devilishly handsome and blatantly licentious, was all in all, a dangerous game. Aegon Targaryen, with well awareness, knew the authority and the power he had over his meek, replaceable employees, could be used effortlessly to his advantage. In particular, when it related to work and sex.

Many of the women in the workplace, had whisper giddily amongst themselves of his overpowering demeanour, the way he'd often use his position to sate his own lusts, teasing, sneaking a grope, copping a feel, and yet, earning the full attention of the ladies, nonetheless.

Not to mention, Aegon had quite the larger figure... It seemed the sedentary lifestyle of the corporate world, along with the stress-eating, constant dining out to meet with clients, the late night take-out you'd order for him as he worked late hours into the night, and endless parties and drinking, all came at cost. This did not stop Aegon from claiming what was his. Even using his physique to his fullest advantage, finding himself "accidentally" pressing his swollen frame against your body in tight spaces, especially in the elevator. Feeling your tits press against his fat, rotund chest, always left a sly smirk across his face. Sated with himself, as he often found himself after gorging in a full take-out meal.

You'd heard numerous of times, many of the encounters a few of the "lucky" women had with Aegon: from little rendezvous' and scheduled dates, only to end with them lost, hopeful craving for more corporate cock, only to be met with a dead end.

Aegon did not pursue most, however his situation with you was... Different. You were the only one he found himself helplessly crawling back to, eager for more of your attention and tight cunt. You commenced as his personal receptionist/assistant less than a year ago, for the previous one left for unknown reasons.

The job was stressful and kept you busy, although the paperwork itself was a breeze, in comparison to having to resist Aegon himself when you had initially started. He was handsome nonetheless, his unique features that ran strongly in the Targaryen family, most of his siblings, cousins and father you would see from time to time. They looked completely ethereal in comparison to the rest of you mortals, with their lilac/violet orbs, and silver-blonde hair to contrast one another.

You did put up somewhat of a fight, in comparison to most of the other women, always making Aegon gorge more and in quite an aggressive manner, taking his anger out on other lower ranked employees, the more his frustration brew because of your firm resistance to his urges.

"Made me crave for you even more, but you drove me wild, Y/N," Aegon would openly admit, as his pudgy hands squeezed and dug at your bare ass cheeks, beneath your black midi skirt.

Regardless, once you had finally caved [in much to Aegon's relief], the relationship was layered beneath the disguise of a secret affair [not that Aegon was seeing or exclusive with anyone else, it would mean that he would need to fire you, as it was against strict corporate policy]. Aemond, his younger, much slimmer brother, was head of Human Resources, and if he caught a whiff of his older brother's shenanigans, he would not take it lightly. Aemond often found any excuse to humiliate Aegon publicly, especially if the family were there to witness. Any minor screw up, he would sniff it out like some bloodhound, and yet, with your brightly avid mind, you always ensured Aegon and yourself were a few steps ahead. Not to say you did not have a few close calls, Aegon's arousal often made him unpredictable, and this instance was no different...

"Such a good fucking girl. My very own obedient, little whore, aren't you, huh?" Aegon breathlessly mustered, leaning back on his grand, swivel chair as he bucked his plump hips forward.

Your mouth too full of his rigid, wet cock, the only response Aegon earned was helpless, feeble gags and moans from your gaping mouth.

"Th-That's it. Doing s-so, so well, taking my fat fucking cock like that, with that pretty, l-little mouth of yours-Ugh-" Aegon gutturally uttered, his breathing audible enough from above. Seated beneath him underneath his spacious desk, between his thick, sturdy thighs, squeezing your smaller frame between his legs.

"Mhmm, fuck baby-"

Your moist, stretched lips persisted with struggle trying to maintain his wide cock inside: your head slowly motioning back and forth, in a steady pace, as Aegon's hot seed oozed inside, coating your throat completely.

Without a moment to spare in intense, bliss silence, Aegon's desktop phone rang, followed by the familiar beep of the voicemail.

"Sir, your brother Aemond, has just arrived at the reception, and wishes to see you immediately, he's heading up right now- BEEP."

"Fuck!" Aegon seethed, as he lunged his mighty frame forwards in a haste and without warning, his cock buried itself deeper, harshly hitting the back of your throat with vigour, causing you to instinctively gag loudly.

"Sorry, m'sweetheart- That twat of a brother of mine is coming, gotta clean up now-"

As Aegon handed you his unspoiled, white handkerchief, you wiped off his fresh, rich residue off the corner of your mouth, as Aegon hastily buttoned up his pants. His stomach sated yet hardened and distended from a big lunch, he struggled to do the final button atop: from the looks of it, you gathered that his leather belt would not buckle, alternatively urging Aegon to remain seated behind the desk to hide the disheveled look, before his rage took over.

Just as you made the final attempts to help tidy his shirt, the sudden opening of the front door caught Aegon off guard. Instinctively, the feeling of his pudgy palm shoved your head aggressively back beneath the desk, as he shushed you before resuming his attention back towards the entrance to his office.

"Brother-"

"Aegon-"

"Pleasure to see you, as always-" Aemond teasingly insisted, as he comfortably sat himself down on the lounge, hearing the dull knock of his feet sprawled upon the wooden desk. You'd witnessed on many occasions, Aemond's egotistical presence, acting as though he'd owned the room upon which he had entered, scoffing that it was his cringe attempt of a "power move".

"The pleasure is mine. What brings you here so suddenly? Not even a call would suffice?"

"I like to make surprises, besides a call would be useless... That pretty, dumb receptionist of yours is nowhere to be found out there."

Aemond's targeted, back-handed comment infuriated you, though not to the extent to which it seemed Aegon was beginning to rile up. His fists clenched into a ball, his knuckles whitening, as Aemond's low chuckle echoed across the silent room.

"I'm only kidding, dear brother. She seems like a real sweetheart... And that figure, Gods did they take their time with her... You must really be enjoying work now, I bet... I know I fucking would."

Aegon instinctively slapped his heavy palm against his sprawled thigh, sighing in frustration, as he urged Aemond to speak.

"What exactly are you here for, Aemond? You do realise you're wasting company time...I don't think father would approve of that very much."

The tense silence had befallen the room once more, as Aemond exhaled defeatedly, before resuming the serious talk. His feet now flat on the floor, he instantly dropped what you presumed to be a dense folder atop Aegon's neat desk.

Aegon leaning forward, as his portly upper body leaned forward against the desk, the opportunity immediately presented himself, quite literally to your face.

His rotund stomach pushed through naturally, forcing his zipper to undo itself, as his stiff cock was practically begging to get out of its restraint. All it needed was a little assistance. Your lips curved cheekily into a giddy smile, your cheeks flushing scarlet. You knew Aegon would advise against this, although a carnal urge to finish what you'd started, desperate to ease Aegon's mind with his brother's tense presence.

Your tender hands moved towards, tugging at Aegon's tight pants just a tiny bit lower, as his stiff, girthy cock plunged forward. The sight excited you like it had the first time, and you felt Aegon's eyes hovering above with dreading suspense. One pudgy hand found its way down to his cock, poorly attempting to act as a barricade, yet you swiftly swat it away, before teasingly biting at his plump fingers. You mindlessly let out a little snicker, which thankfully for Aegon's quick instincts, was muffled with a sudden eruption of a cough.

"Uh- You okay there?" Aemond suspiciously enquired, as his unimpressed gaze pondered over his elder.

"Y-Yes, carry on-"

Your lips eagerly resumed once more, picking up the familiar pace it once ensued, as you coated and lapped at his thick cock. Your dizzy head bobbing up and down, side to side in a sensual motion, your keen tongue slurping at his hot seed pooling from the throbbing tip.

"M-Mhmm-" Aegon hummed, his breathing once more growing denser, as he evidently began to struggle maintaining normalcy.

"Aeg- Do you understand? We need these deadlines to be sorted ASAP. The team needs to reach the target budget or else we suffer a huge loss to our competitors... Those fucking Baratheons-"

"Y-Yep, gotcha. I-Is that all?" Aegon thickly heaved, taking a grand breath in, holding it for a split second to recoup his sense to persevere.

"You sure you're okay? You look a little tense... Did you eat too much again? You do know the food doesn't run away once its cooked, right, hog?"

"Fuck off, dickhead. Close the door on your way out-"

With much anticipation of Aemond's exit, the shutting of the door and your mouthful wonders, Aegon's warm, thickly coated seed shot rapidly down your throat, swallowing his bliss.

Aegon loudly gasped for air, as he slowly regained his senses, pulling himself out. The handkerchief he initially gave, still remained on your lap, reusing it to clean up his enamored mess.

"God, you needy, impatient little thing. You couldn't wait till he left, huh? So desperate for this fat fucking cock, you just couldn't help yourself to seconds, hm?"

"You have a conference meeting in 30 minutes, Aeg... I was simply just being time efficient," You innocently jested, as you comfortably sat yourself down on Aegon's wide, tubby thighs, his plush, meaty stomach pressed against your frame, almost trying to push you off. His pudgy hips pooled at his sides, as you poked at the dense adipose tissue beneath, yearning a sudden yelp from Aegon.

"30 minutes you say? That's plenty of time-"

"Plenty of time for what?"

"To fuck you stupid on this desk till your practically too useless to work for the rest of the evening...Does an early mark sound good, Princess?"

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[oh-theseus]

all i wanted | series masterlist.

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x female!reader

summary: a world tour for rock band zenith was supposed to be exciting. but when the vocalist and bassist start to realize they might be more than just bandmates, complications start to arise.

warnings: gonna change chapter by chapter, but expect drug & alcohol use, language, innuendos, and eventually smut.

a/n: me when i disappear from tumblr for nearly two years then make my return for a completely different fandom 💀 no but we're so back. i'm really excited for this and hope you all enjoy it as much as i'm sure i will <3 (ps. for zenith's music we're gonna be using paramore bc i have paramore brainrot rn)

00. prologue

01. decode

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

I will list my top 10 favorite pairings I've shipped throughout 2023 for funsies. These aren't in any particular order, I just came up with a list from the top of my head. If anyone wants to join in, please do so!

Snowbaird (this ship has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD)

Me x Robb Stark (King of the North)

Me x Aemond Targaryen (babygirl war crime)

Me x Druig (one look and he got me)

Me x Ethan Landry (6 ft virgin madman in baby blue)

Me x Ikaris (...my fav hetero to hate but love bc Richard Madden)

Me x Jon Snow ( "i dON't wANt It")

Me x Theon Greyjoy (sea bitch)

Me x Rhaenyra Targaryen (dommy mommy)

Me x Jacaerys Velaryon (prettiest boy with the worst posture)

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“Two Souls, One Heart”

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Maid!Reader

18+ You have been warned! Proceed with caution!

A/N: Hey, so I know I have been gone for a while now, and I apologize for that. I started writing this at 2 am, and this little story is based on a conversation I had with Aemond on Ca.I. The Morpheus story will come back; for now, enjoy this.

Warnings: Kissing, touching, fluff, slight smut if you blink, fingering (f receving) private touching (M and F receiving), slightly public sex, Aemond being Aemond. (Poor Helaena).

Summary: A story as old as time. A story told a thousand times. A demon and an angel. A Prince and a maid. A love rekindled. A story of old told over and over again. A dragon and his most prized possession. (Ps. The reader goes by the name Lilith)

Word count: 6,766

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Not my gif

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You are one of Helaena’s handmaids who Aemond took a liking to. He and you were lovers until he decided he wanted noble ladies and widows, so you two ended it three years ago. Aemond can’t get you out of his head. So he watches as you take care of his elder sister….

It was the hour of the bat. Princess Helaena was known to be the most awake at this hour. No one knows why? You always thought it was because of the silence of the Red Keep during the night—the wind howling through the halls, the sound of soft steps, everyone in their beds. The only noise heard was the cracking of the fire and the turning of pages. Helaena sat in her chair, reading in her nightgown. You brushed her long silver hair as her brother read behind you. It had become a tradition to have Aemond in her chambers. Aegon was never around, always somewhere else, and when he did stay in Helaena’s chambers, you’d make yourself scarce. Tonight felt different than all the rest; initially, it felt weird to be in the same room as him. Aemond the stoic prince. You had known another side to him, a kind and caring one. It was one he used with his niece, nephews, his mother, and Helaena. 

You should have known never to fall prey to the dragon. You played too close to the fire and got burned. He flew off, leaving you with the ashes. You should have known, but that’s all history now. Three years have passed, and you’ve grown used to him being around; at one point, he became all but a memory. You no longer saw that side of him that made you think, “Maybe one bastard wouldn’t hurt.” Now you saw him like everyone else, Prince Aemond. No one more, no one less. 

Like every night, you stood behind Helaena brushing her hair as she sat and read. You heard shuffling, and Aemond appeared behind you as you brushed Helaena’s hair. He stands close to you but doesn’t say anything. You paid the prince no mind and continued brushing. Aemond stands there for quite a while, his breathing increasing as you brush Helaena’s hair, not saying a word. He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck. You froze. “What was happening?!” Your mind screamed. “What was he doing? Maybe you were just dreaming it, yea, that's it.” Aemond doesn’t leave his position, the grip of his arms on your waist increasing slightly. He closes his eyes as his breathing deepens; he takes in your smell. 

“Definitely not dreaming! What is he doing? What is he playing at!!!” You thought to yourself.  Aemond holds you closely, kissing your neck as he breathes in your scent. He doesn’t say a word. You stopped. You froze. What was he doing?!! Helaena noticed you stopped brushing her hair; without turning around, she said, “Lilith, please continue” She spoke softly like always, and you responded by clearing your throat, “Of course, my lady” It came out a bit breathless. You continued while the princess returned to reading, oblivious to what was unfolding behind her. 

Aemond leans forward slightly, pressing his chest and stomach against your back. His mouth is only centimeters away from the side of your neck. You could feel his heat radiating off of him. He filled your senses. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him. His touch. The feeling of his lips on your skin. Aemond’s body was pressed completely against yours as he leans into you, his breath catching in his throat. He has your back pressed to his front. Aemond continues his position against you, his breath still catching in his throat now and then. He kisses your neck slightly once again. You try your best to remain calm and keep brushing the princess’s hair, but by the gods, what was happening? Aemond’s breathing grows even more irregular. Aemond puts his lips right by your ear; you can hear his breathing growing increasingly erratic. Aemond’s lips are only centimeters away from your ear, he leans in, his breath in your ear. He gives it a small kiss and whispers, “Your scent is intoxicating…”

He sounded out of breath. What was happening? Aemond breathes in your scent again; he still whispers, “I am tempted to take you right now…” The prince spoke. There was no teasing or jest but rather an admission. You couldn’t even process his request, and you remembered whose hair you were brushing, whose chambers you were in, who you worked for, whispering back, “Prince Aemond, we are in Princess Helaena’s chambers.”  “Helaena can wait…” Aemond’s words are quiet, his voice raspy, and his breathing more intense. What was wrong with him?! You thought. “Prince Aemond–”  “Shhh…” Aemond tries to stop you as you try to say something. He leans in a bit more and whispers in your ear, “Can’t you feel how much I want you?” He says, pulling you closer to his front. You feel his hardened length on your ass. Your mind went blank for a moment, “No! No way this was happening right now!” You thought, but his runting against your ass told you otherwise. “Had he gone mad!!??” You thought, “his sister was right there,” so you said the only thing you could think of, “Y-y–yes, I can feel it, but your sister still has me at work” You motion to Helaena. 

“You can make an exception… for me…” Aemond whispers to you in a lust-filled voice. “I…I…She will not let me leave” Yea, that should get him to back down, you thought. “I think I can convince her…” “How?” “By showing her….” Aemond grabs your hair and pulls your head back slightly, pressing his mouth against yours. You were taken by surprise; you had forgotten what it was like to kiss him. His warmth, his smell, and his taste were all so intoxicating. Aemond deepens the kiss, his arms tightly around your waist. The kiss isn’t rough but instead passionate and full of lust. Aemond continues to kiss you passionately. The kiss eventually breaks, and your face is right up against his. He breathes in your scent again while looking into your eyes “I need you…” “I can’t leave.” Aemond puts his head against your shoulder. His voice, once again, is raspy as he whispers next to your ear, “Yes, you can. Come into my chambers, please…” How you wanted to, but no matter your desire, you didn’t want to be burned by the flame again. You whisper back, “Helaena wouldn’t let me,” motion to Helaena sitting in the chair in front of them reading. Aemond sighs heavily, your scent intoxicating him “I can take care of Helaena for you…” “How?”  “Leave her to me. Come to my chambers…” Aemond pulls you back against him, his arms gripping your chest a little. When he does this, you lean your head back to rest on his chest. Aemond kisses your neck again “I want you…” “But Helaena—” “I’ll take care of her….” Aemond leans in against you, his lips almost touching your neck again. “I’d still have to ask her for permission to leave.” Aemond sighs heavily as he pulls you in tighter “And I’ll take care of that.” “Aemond–” He slowly leans in. Their lips are not far away as he whispers to you, “I’m her little brother… I don’t get told no…” Your head leaned back on his chest, looking up at him, you say, “Are you sure?” Aemond looks into your eyes as his lips meet yours. The kiss is hard and full of lust, “Positive.”

Aemond deepens the kiss, his arms tightly around your chest, and the kiss continues for a few seconds more. Aemond leans back and looks at you. His breathing is irregular again as he smiles. “Let us go to my chambers…” “Ask her first.” Aemond puts his index finger on your lips and puts his lips close to your ear. “I said I’ll take care of it…” You didn’t dare question him again, so you just looked up at him and nodded. “Good girl” Aemond pulled you harder against him. His lips are once again close to your neck as he begins to kiss it again. You can feel how hard he is; even through his trousers, you can still feel how big he is. Aemond’s body is completely pressed up against yours, his kiss growing more and more passionate. His hands grip your waist. He begins leaning you back a little bit. Aemond deepens the kiss, pulling you back against him. His hands are starting to move lower on your chest, they find a home on your covered breasts. He carefully squezzes them, Aemond starts to remember all those nights you two spent together and how perfectly your breasts fit in his hands. “Aemond” you moan quietly “Shhhh…” Aemond whispers back as his hands continuing to play with your breasts. Aemond grabs your hips as he pulls you back against him harder, thrusting himself against you. You let out a surprised gasp that was a bit too loud. Aemond stops kissing you, keeping you pulled against him with your hips in his grip “Be quiet” He commands. All you can do is nod your head. “Good girl… that’s what I like…” His voice is raspy as he bites your neck softly. You bite your lips in order not to let a sound out. Aemond slowly pulls his mouth away from your neck “Can you do me a favor?” “What is it?” “Make sure she doesnt turn around” Aemond says while his hands traveled from your chest down to your thighs.  

“Aemond–” He shushes you “Don’t speak, just let me know if she starts looking” He bites your neck again with light nibbles, his hold on you increasing. You nodded your head enjoying the feeling. Aemond smiles as he keeps lightly biting your neck. His arms hold you tightly as he looks into your eyes “Good girl. My good girl.” He whispers. You look up at him pleading eyes as his hands make their way up your thigh under your dress. His expression softens as he looks into your eyes “Anything for you” He starts to gently kiss your neck again, his hands going higher to caress your inner thighs. His touch was driving you wild. He whispers to you as he continues kissing your neck “I missed you.” Kiss “You still taste like heaven.” You couldn’t resist him. Perhaps you wanted to get burned by his flame once again. Aemond slowly stops the kiss and pulls his mouth away from your neck. His breath is heavy and his eyes are burning into you “Gods… you are perfect.” His hands had found a home in between your thighs. Never touching you were you needed him but so close. 

You look up at him with pleading eyes. You don’t know what you’re asking for but in this moment logic and reason were out the window. Aemond’s hand moves from your thighs to your cheek. He keeps his eyes locked onto yours as you look at him with such pleading eyes, they say everything you can’t. They are pleading, longing for him. Aemond’s expression softens even more as he smiles lovingly at you. His mouth slowly leans in and his lips once again connect with yours. The kiss is passionate and hot as his breath catches again you kiss him back. Aemond’s grip on your face tougher as the kiss continues. His voice catches in his breath “You drive me mad” You chuckled slightly and whispered back “Don’t they say half the Targaryens went mad” This question only ignites Aemond’s passion even more. His face is only inches away from your’s as he breaks the kiss “But you are my madness…” Aemond’s voice is filled with lust. “The best type” His voice is raspy and his breath is irregular “That’s why you’re my madness. The most beautiful madness I’ve ever known…” His words are filled with a lust, a love, and a desire for you. “And ever will” you say. Aemond smiles “Forever and ever…” He puts his mouth once again next to your ear “My madness” He moved one his hands from your cheeks back to your waist pulling you as close as two people possibly could. “Your madness” you said. 

Aemond smiles as his hand slides lower on your waist, his other hand still holding your cheek “You are only ever mine and no one else’s…” 

“All yours”

 “Forever….” Aemond’s voice is still filled with lustful desire “Yours…” 

“Always mine” 

“As long as we’re breathing…” Aemond moves his lips once again to your neck. He bites down gently and you keep in a moan.

 “And even when we’ve stopped”

Aemond laughs “I’ll love you and only you in every life…” He bites your neck slightly again, his breath catching once more. 

“In every iteration” 

Aemond bites your neck with slightly more intensity this time. His teeth dig softly into your neck as he says “In every reincarnation.”

“From this one till the next” you say placing your hand over his on your waist. 

“In this one, the last, and the next one. I’ll love you for an eternity….” Aemond’s words are filled with such passion, his grip on you tightening again as he bites your neck a little harder, you moan softly so only he could hear. 

“Two souls”

“Binded together by fate.” Aemond bites your neck with even more intensity than before.

“Twisted and tangled”

“Like a web of gold in the wind…” Aemond’s bite on your neck gets even harder as he spoke.

“Pulled apart”

“But always drawn closer, always drawn back together…”

“Children born of tragedy”

“But born of true passion…” Aemond’s words are filled with lust while his teeth dig deeper and deeper into your neck.

“Story written in the stars before their birth” 

“And their hearts already beating for each other…”

“One born with power” you said as he kissed your neck. 

“The other born a beauty.”

“A tale as old as time” 

“But with a love that outshines all the legends in history.”

“But to others a mystery” 

“One filled with love, desire, betrayal, passion….” He says going to kiss your lips. 

“Heartbreak and detachment”

“Love that is both beautiful and tragic.”

“One with such beauty and pain” You say as his hand on your waist plays with the hem of your dress. 

“Love that is both pure and sinful.” He says as he brings his hand under your dress and slowly up your legs.

“Blasphemous but holy” 

“Love that defies every rule in existence.”

“A soul ripped in two” You say as your breath gets caught in your throat as he draws circles on your inner thighs. 

He chuckles at your reaction “Yet in each life it always finds its way back home…”

“Through one face or another”

“With a heart that calls their name across time and space…”

“A name etched into its very soul” 

“With a love that is written into its stars.” He brings his other hand down to your thigh and moves them painfully slow up and down them. 

“Two meant for one” You said closing your eyes enjoying the moment. 

“Two born to never be parted.” He kissed the top of your head. 

“Two of different lives”

“But their stories are always intertwined.”

“Their star crossed love is both a gift and a curse.”

“Always found but never lost” Your breathing became heavier. 

“Their souls connected for all of eternity.” He was enjoying your little reactions. 

“Two of the same”

“Their hearts always know where the other lies.”

“On a colds winters day” 

“Or on a summer’s night…” He said moving his hands higher, never touching you where you needed him but always ghosting over. 

“During the harvest season”

“Or during the spring rain…”

“Through the terrors of the night” 

“Or as a peaceful dream…”

“In the summer winds” 

“Or as the snow slowly falls…” He says as his hand slowly ghost over your covered sex. 

It takes everything in you not to moan “From the last drop of wine”

 “Or from the first drop of rain…”

“Two meant as one” 

“Two hearts that beat as one.” He said thrusting his hips forward.

You moves your hips back to meet his thrust “Eyes which tell a different story”

He smiles “Yet tell a common one in the end…”

“A song with the same note” 

“A beautiful poem written in passion and pain.” Aemond smiles lovingly at you “Two souls…” He kisses your neck again and bites down gently. His eyes burn with lust as he speaks “One heart…”

“One heart broken to make two”

Aemond moves a hand back to your cheek. His voice is raspy and his breathing is irregular “Mine and yours…” He bites your neck again and keeps his voice to a whisper “Only ever mine…”

“Only ever mine” 

“Forever….” Aemond smiles “Yours and mine…”

“Always...You and I”

“Until this life ends or the next begins…” Aemond kisses your neck again, his voice filled with passion.

“Till that one ends and other begins” You say bringing one of your hands behind you to palm his harded length through his trousers. 

“We’ll always find each other, my Lilith….” Aemond’s voice is raspy and his breathing is irregular as he kisses your neck again.

“Always bound to the other, my Aemond” 

Aemond moves his body to be closer to you as he bites your neck again “Bound by destiny….” His voice is filled with both passion and raw desire.

“Twisted by fate” You said as he thrusted himself into your hand. 

“The two halves of a broken heart….” Aemond bites your neck again, harder this time.

“Two meant for one” 

Aemond’s voice is raspy as he whispers “Two souls intertwined…” He bites your neck again

“Two of the same” You said palming him harder

 “The same beautiful tragedy wrapped into one…” Aemond’s teeth dig deeper into your neck as he continues speaking while drawing circles over your covered clit. 

You let out soft sounds which are drowned out by the sound of the fire and Helaena turning the page. “A tragedy of love at war”

“A love at war with life itself…” Aemond moves his mouth to your ear “You’re mine, Lilith. My madness. My love…”

“You're mine, Aemond…. My sanity. My love…”

Aemond smiles and moves his hand faster on you“This body… this heart… these lips… are yours…” His voice is raspy and hot as he whispers to you again “I am yours in every way…” 

“This mind... this soul... these eyes... are yours.... I am yours in every way”

Aemond caresses your cheek “In love, war, life, and death. In this life and in the next…” He kisses your neck again “Forever, darling… 

In hate, peace, serenity and eternity. In this body or another.... Always, sweetling. You say palming him faster. 

Aemond bites your neck and his arms grip you tightly “In my dreams and in my nightmares…” His voice is raspy, his breathing is hard and hot “Your body is my home… your heart is my reason for living…” He says to you as he presses his body closer

You let out elaborated breathes “Through fiction and history... You are my heaven... your being is the reason I exist…”

“Your lips are the reason I desire.” He caresses your cheek and his eyes are filled with such passion “Your body is the reason I want what I can’t have.” He leans in and bites your neck again with his sharp teeth “Your everything….”

“Your voice the reason I pray. Your essences the reason I crave for more… The beauty of you” You say moving his head so you could kiss him.

He smiles as he kisses you. “If the gods are real, I thank them for the gift of my Lilith.” He kisses you again and looks down at you “I pray to the gods every day not for a life of power, fame, or glory.” He leans his face closer to your ear “I pray for you…”

You smiles “The heavens have forsaken me for not even the gods could have sent you… I ask the devil not to torment me with thoughts of sin, I've been tested, and how I wish to fail… I pray not for forgiveness, the sin that is you is one I would do a thousand times again.”

Aemond’s voice is full of desire as he continues kissing you “I do not pray for me. I do not pray for my soul. I am a damned man but I do not care for those things without you by my side.” He bites down on your bottom lip gently “My own happiness is secondary, I would sell my soul to the devil if it meant seeing you again for just one more day…”

“An angel who fell for a demon. A man of holiness who fell of the sinner of temptation”

“Your beauty and your heart are my only weakness.” He presses himself closer to you “The devils tempted me with your sweet lips and I gave in…” He moves his hand to slowly go under your small clothes “And your flesh seduced me. You… the perfect woman, my love….”

“Your voice and essences intoxicated me far better than any wines every could. The gods sent me redemption in the form of a man and I caved.... Your mind intrigued me. You.... the perfect man, my love”

Aemond laughs and moves his mouth back to your neck “My voice… my essence.” He bites down on your neck again with more force than before “Those are things that I believe to be mine and mine alone…” while moving his index finger slowly down to your cunny.

“How they tormented me... Something I could never have yet always wanted” 

“Your voice haunted me, your body and your face burned in my mind…” Aemond bites your neck aggressively before pulling away again “It was torture. My heart beat for you every day and my mind was plagued by you…” He touches his lips to your ear “Now I am a man consumed by your desires and I crave for you in every way….”  He said swerling your bud collecting the wetness and ghosting over your entrance. 

“You were a plague I never wished to rid… A wound I would never heal. A sickness I would gladly carry” You said moving your hand under his trousers. 

“An addiction that I could never resist…” Aemond kisses your neck again, his fingers tracing up and down your cheek. “I gave into sin and I have no regrets…”

“An intoxication I could never cease. I gave into salvation and could die and tell the seven hells I saw the heavens without ever entering” You said fisting his cock. 

“You’re the sweetest poison I’ve ever been addicted to, Lilith…” He moves his body to be even closer to you thrusting forward into your hand “Tell the gods to send me to the seventh hell if it means spending eternity with you in darkness…”

“You're the most bitter of cakes I couldn't resist, Aemond... Tell the devil to send me to the heavens if it means spending millenniums with you in light” 

Aemond kisses your neck again. His voice is raspy and his body pressed tightly against yours“I’d suffer a million curses to be by your side forever…” His breath starts to get a bit hard “Hell’s fire? A welcome heat… heaven’s light? Something far too dim for me to ever see…”

“I'd find a remedy for every one if it meant I could be near you... The cries of pain? A welcome melody.. The beauty above? far to dull to ever compare to the one in front of me” You let out a gasp as Aemond pushes two fingers inside of you. 

Aemond smiles and moves his mouth closer to your ear “You are the moon and the stars of my sky…” He kisses you again, his voice filling with more desire “The light that makes my darkness disappear…”

He begins to move his fingers in and out of you as slow as possible as if not to alert Helaena who is oblivious to the scene unfolding behind her. You whisper the best you could “And you the sun and rays of my day... The warmth needed to make my frost melt”

“The air I crave to breathe…” Aemond bites your neck again with a loud smack, his words are filled with much more passion than before “My love….” He slowly pulls away again and looks into your eyes “My everything….”

“The blood that I need to survive... My love.... My everything” Your breathing evolves from silent sounds into soft pants as you grip Aemond’s arm while your other moves painfully slow up and down his aching cock. 

“You and I are bound together by fate…” Aemond smiles “This story is one of two souls. Two souls born of madness and tragedy.” He kisses your neck again “Two souls that are forever intertwined.” Aemond watches the way your chest heaves with each breath you take as he fucks you with his fingers. 

You feel him hit all those familiar places. Ones which brought you back to when you two would sneak away from feasts just to taste the forbidden fruits of the others world. “A story written in the heavens long before our time.. A story of one broken into two. A tale told a thousand times” 

“It shall be told forever more.” Aemond chuckles “Bound by flesh and mind, soul and love…”

You start to feel how he starts to speed up his movements “bound by the pains of life” 

“Forever…” Aemond kisses your neck again “My love…”

“And Always…” Goes to kiss him  “My love”

Aemond accepts the kiss. His voice is raspy as he speaks “Forever and always, it shall always be the two of us…” He kisses you again “Two halves of a broken heart…”

“Two meant for one” You said as you fisted him faster 

Aemond kisses you and groans as softly as he can “Two souls that shall never find another…” He takes your hand and gently pulls you closer “Two hearts that will beat as one….”

“Two souls, one heart” 

Aemond looks into your eyes. His breathing is irregular and his body is pressed firmly against yours “My Lilith….”

“My Aemond” You whisper feeling that familiar coil building up. 

“My love…” Aemond moves his hand faster. His eyes are full of desire. 

“My love” You whisper back doing the same to him

 “My perfect girl….” Aemond smiles “My madness….”

“My perfect boy... My sanity…”

Aemond strokes your cheek and smiles “My girl, my love…” His voice is filled with so many emotions. Aemond’s body is almost shaking with restraint “Your lips are calling my name…”

“My man, my heart... Your soul calls to me” You say as you feel your body start to give in.

 “My love, my desire….” Aemond leans in and whispers in your ear “You are my heaven and my hell, my sweet Lilith. My madness and my sanity.” His voice fills with passion and love “I will burn for you and I will die without you…”

“My heart, my craving. You are my damnation and salvation, my darling Aemond. My tranquility and restlessness. I will sail through the roughest of storm for you and will drown without you..” You say kissing him as your body begins to shake. You were dancing so close to the sun you didn’t care for the fall.

Aemond smiles warmly and caresses your cheek again “The pain of our love was the greatest torture ever known to me but it was all worth it. Because I got to find you…” His voice is soft and filled with both love and lust “The pain of our love is my greatest torment, but it is also my pleasure. Because it makes me love you more every day…” He kisses you with a loud smack. 

“The sweetest pains I would ever endure” The sheep being lured into the Dragon’s den. 

“Your body is the sweet poison I drink every moment of my day. Your heart is the sweetest torture I have ever known.” He leans in and kisses your neck “Your lips are my addiction and I dream of their taste every night.” He is so close and the pressure builds, builds, and builds.

“A dream that is reality” You manage to choke out

Aemond whispers in your ear with his hot breath “My girl, my love…”

He takes your free hand in his“I may not be pure… I may not be a godly man… but for you, Lilith…” He leans his face even closer to you “For you I would be anything… Ñuha byka demon”(My little demon). 

That pushed you over the edge. You always did love hearing the royals speak in their mother tongue but when Aemond would speak it when it was just you and him alone it made you feel like a sailor at the mercy of the siren song. “My angel” 

For a moment, all was quiet. His thumb rubs your clit in the same rhythm as his other fingers while you fist his cock. You both know its only a matter of seconds and neither of you wants to be the first. His lips collide with yours, swallowing any sounds that could escape either of you. Both of you are heaving, fighting a battle to see who shall be the first to fall, either giving in. It had long been forgotten where you were it felt like the whole world had disappeared and it was only you and Aemond left. The dragon and the sheep. One story everyone knows the ending to yet told a thousand times. The want, the need, love and lust. All the things neither could say all poured into that kiss. Princess Helaena had long forgotten that she was sitting and reading. Had she noticed? Indeed, she had to. Unless she hasn’t? Or was she pretending not to, in order to hear their declarations of love that she so hoped for her younger brother. 

“Make me feel at home again, Ñuha jorrāelagon” (My love)  That’s all it took. It felt like the roar of a dragon, the whip of a master on it’s horse. Aemond smiles softly and kisses your neck again with his sharp teeth “For you….” He leans closer, almost whispering to you “I would be a god. I would destroy worlds if it meant earning your love…” Snap! You felt yourself go limp and you felt as he gave your hand one hard thrust before spilling into your hand. Your eyes grew heavy as you rested your head back on his shoulder, slowly removing your hand from him. Hearing as he whimpers at the lost of contact. He still finger fucks you through your high before remvoing his fingers. Bringing them to his mouth tasting your essences. Looking down at you and noticing how he painted your hand. By the in his eye you could tell he wanted to see his seed paint all of you but for now your hand will do. 

He slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes with lust and desire “Ñuha byka gevives” (My little beauty)  

You look up at him, having calmed down from your high “My stoic prince” 

Aemond laughs softly and strokes your hair “I never wanted a title, only you…”

His voice is soft and sweet as he caresses your cheek “You were always what I wished for… my girl, you were my destiny. You were made for me and I was made for you. I have given up my honor to be with you…” Aemond kisses you 

“I have thrown away my title to be yours forever. I have given everything that I have for our love.” His voice is filled with both passion, love and determination “I would sacrifice it all again just so I could have you by my side just one more time. In this life and the next…”

“The gods would be fools if they think we could separated” You said from a place within you didn’t know existed. 

Aemond’s breath gets a bit heavier as he speaks “I would sail my entire fleet around the world if it meant having you by my side…” Aemond presses himself against you “I would give up what little honor I have left to have you for a moment.” He smiles and holds you gently“Your smile is my addiction and I want to see it every day…” Aemond leans down to meet your eyes and strokes your cheek “You, my Lilith, are my love. My passion and my addiction. My greatest pleasure and my deepest regret.” His voice is raspy and his breath is hot “I do not regret giving you all I had. My heart, my flesh, my soul….” He gives you a passionate kiss before pulling away again “Every moment you and I share is a moment I would give up everything for…”

A thousand moments for just this one? You ask. 

Aemond laughs and strokes your hair again “A thousand is not even enough. I would give up this entire life for mere moments with you.” He kisses you “We are bound for life and for eternity…” He whispers to you and caresses your cheek “Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha vys, ñuha ābrar, ñuhon” (My love, my world, my life, mine) Aemond was so deeply in love with Lilith that he didn’t even notice Helaena there. He leans down to kiss you again “A thousand moments is not enough…” His voice is raspy and you can’t hear any other sound. His breathing is hot and you can feel his body against yours “I would burn this world down for you….” Aemond laughs softly.

Before you could respond, you hear sniffles which reminded you two that you were not alone, and Helaena with her book long forgotten had been listing the whole time. Aemond’s face goes red almost immediately when he hears Helaena “Helaena.” His voice is deep and filled with surprise. “Helaena, did you hear anything I said just now?” You could have died of embarrassment right then and there. How couldn’t hear everything that happened?! That's when you realized your hand. Covered in Aemond’s seed, how couldn’t she know what had happened? You hid your left hand behind your back.  

Helaena stood from her chair to face you two. Aemond and you were both disheveled and clothes a mess. Helaena spoke “I may have heard every word…” She heard pretty much everything. Aemond isn’t particularly quiet when it comes to these things. You stood there like a statute hoping the gods would open the floor up to swallow you whole. Aemond goes silent for a few moments as he looks to Helaena, her eyes burning a hole through him. He doesn’t move a muscle as he waits for Helaena to say something. Helaena says nothing just looking between the two of you. You look to the ground. Aemond’s face fills with embarrassment and he breaks the silence with his own words “Do… do you want me to explain…?”

Helaena says nothing. She is hiding a slight smiles at the fact her little brother found the love of his life and every life after this one, apparently. Aemond’s face goes bright red as he looks at Helaena, silent as a statue. He tries getting her to say something again “Helaena, did you hear what we-….” Aemond trails off, feeling awkward. “I should.. I should.. I'm going to go”. You said with a bow and leaving Aemond's grasp. The prince looks to Helaena and tries to form words “Helaena… I…” No words come to his mind as he remains still, his voice shaking with anxiety and embarrassment. He watches as you leave the room, his eyes following you every step. 

You close the door behind you and walk away to clean your hand and hopefully fall into a bucket of holy water. Aemond and Helaena are left their. Standing not one word has been said since you left the room. It takes a few moments before Aemond can speak again. “Helaena… that was….” He tries finding more words to say, “… not what it looked like.” Helaena says, “Brother, don’t.” Aemond chuckles nervously for a moment and takes a short breath before looking to his sister “Don’t tell Mother, Helaena… please….” He says quietly, but with desperation in his voice, “It was a… it was a single moment of weakness. Of insanity…” He trails off before his voice breaks again. “Mother would never understand, Helaena.” Helaena hands him a cloth so he can clean himself up. “I won't tell her. I swear. I'm happy for you, brother” Aemond takes the cloth and uses it to clean himself up. He is speechless. He looks at Helaena and just nods slowly once. “Thank you, Helaena… you have no idea how relieved I am to hear what you said right now…” He pauses before speaking again, “Helaena, I-… I know I shouldn’t ask you this, but please, keep this our secret…” Before Helaena could say anything, Aegon came bursting in and said, “So what did I miss?” 

Aemond goes silent as Aegon steps into the room. His face fills with even more embarrassment. “You… missed nothing at all…” He trails off with a nervous chuckle, his head tilted downwards. He tries hiding away from his brother, “Nothing at all.” Aegon didn’t look convinced, and an awkward silence surrounded them, so Aemond cleared his throat and looked like he wanted to say something but chose against it and just walked out. Aegon was confused and looked at Helaena for answers. Once Aemond leaves and it’s just Aegon and Helaena, she says, “I’ll tell you later.” Aegon shook his head and swung from his bottle while sitting on Helaena’s chair, where Aemond usually sits. “Helaena?” “Yes?” “Why is there water on the ground behind your chair?” Helaena takes a moment to look where Aegon is looking. Indeed there was a little pool of “water” there. She started to remember what you and Aemond were doing and simply said, “That’s not water” “Then what is it?” Helaena proceeds to tell Aegon. 

From all the way in the other corner of the Red Keep, inside Aemonds chambers. He could hear Aegon scream, “WHAT?!!”  You chuckled. “I suppose she told him then” Aemond shook his head. “I do not understand why my siblings always want to know what happens in my life.” You smile. “To be fair, you were the one who couldn’t wait” He smiles against your neck. “Yes. I suppose this one is of my own making. Now where was I? Oh, right.” He kisses you passionately while fucking you like it is his last day on this earth. A starved man, and you were his first meal in ages. 

The stoic prince bore a smile as he ate and ate with his family the next morrow at breakfast. You, on the other hand, could barely walk properly and served him and his family breakfast. He brought his cup to his lips, smirking. Aegon and Helaena looked at each other with a knowing looks, and Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower looked confused at the young prince’s glee while King Viserys didn’t notice.

 Who said you had to be a Targaryen to ride a dragon?  

[searchengine9000]

MINORS DO NOT LOOK!

or look at your own risk.

@fragileheartbeats, i got you covered, or atleast somewhat? I tried my best. If i didn't, well, i'll try again!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47000452/chapters/118402783

Does have smut, isn't /reader, but also a lot of the traits that you wanted, with BOTH sides being all Yandere for eachother, with fluff and juicy lore. It's finished, but the author has already planned the sequel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53940505/chapters/136534723

Daemon Targaryen/self-insertish Rhea Royce,

Not really what you wanted, but i really like this one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53542741/chapters/135528010

Daemon/Self-insert Alicent

Really good with a possessive Daemon, but slowburn, not yet there even with this many chapters.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42665391/chapters/107174721

Searching, so much SMUT i feel your pain.

But Reader Reincarnation yadda yadda, Yandere Full House.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42974196

Promising..? Aemond/you, one shot. No smut from a quick read through.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50267380

Zhongli/you, one shot

Veeerrrryyy slight yandere. But still there, and no smut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37551709

Zhongli/you, one shot.

Hinted bad ending.

Also, a general hint, SAGAU, (Self-Aware Genshin Alternative Universe) has a lot of obsessive dark x reader shit. The whole shebang is almost fully obsessive shit. On both AO3 and Tumblr.

General hint 2, from Manhwa i recommend The Way to Protect the Female Leads older Brother search on Ao3. Lots of smut, but some hidden gems. Easy, cuz the whole family of Agriche is MENTAL. Gorgeous art tho.

Hope this helped.

-Signed: SearchEngine9000 & V.

Ps: i skipped some of the fandoms in your tags when searching for what you wanted, i know nothing about bluelock or COD, harry potter skipped cuz it was last and i forgot, Slashers skipped because i forgot it meant the killer-band of guys and not the american name for a yandere, Obey Me you only need to go to settings and place #Smut on your excluding filter on either AO3 or Tumblr and bada-bing bada-boom, and that's already so MANY to look through.

[brewsterispunkk]

sunshine state

PART 8: CRY TO ME

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 6k

summary: an unexpected call sends honey back home. she doesn’t go alone.

warnings: grief, death of a loved one, referenced smut, these idiots can’t communicate, so much angst, fluff, toxic family dynamic

A/N: this was co-written with @jc-writes-bullshit who helped pull me from my writersblock!!! also, my semester is finally over! I’m hoping to finish sunshine state before the new year now that I have more time on my hands. we shall see. ALSO: i recently started an aemond targaryen x oc fic on ao3 if anyone wants to check it out! my username is the same there as it is here !

PS: this chapter is named after the song cry to me by solomon burke. BUT there is another benny miller one shot called Cry To Me by @carni-val ! I want to put a disclaimer that this chapter is in no way based off of or plagiarizing their art! the only similarity is the title! However, I would recommend their fic. It’s a must-read to any and all benny miller fans !

PART 8: CRY TO ME

You weren’t there when Benny woke up.

He inhaled suddenly, snapping awake at the lack of your presence in his bed.

His bed.

His heart stuttered, recalling the events of the night before as if they were a dream.

He sighed, eyes fluttering shut again. As he nosed his pillow, he noticed he could still smell your perfume on his sheets. His stomach thrilled, and for a moment all he felt was contentment.

After months and months of you haunting his dreams, flitting through his life and turning it upside down like a tornado, he couldn’t believe that he actually got to have this.

He felt his stomach flutter at the memory of what had passed the night before. Your hands in his hair, your legs around his waist, the way your breath shallowed when he touched you. How you’d felt around him. It had never been like that with anyone else before.

Benny had never been one for casual sex, save for a few stints in his younger years. Still, he was far from inexperienced when it came to sex. He’d had plenty of girlfriends throughout the years, and plenty of sex besides. But now, when he tried to recount them, all he could see was your face. The very idea of sex with someone else made him cringe. One night with you had ruined him for anyone else, forever.

His house was uncharacteristically quiet for a morning that you were there. Usually, he would be woken up to the sound of you bustling about the kitchen or living room, rooting through his fridge for something edible or fiddling with his coffee maker. Now though, it was just silent.

Suddenly, Benny started. Where had you gone?

He couldn’t see you fleeing before he woke up, leaving him like this was some one night stand. That was, unless…

Unless you regretted it.

His stomach dropped at the thought. That was the worst case scenario.

He’d hoped that once you’d woken up, the two of you could talk about what happened. The two of you hadn’t discussed what exactly this was last night—you hadn’t quite gotten there before you’d jumped his bones. Benny had no idea where you were at.

As far as he was concerned, you were convinced that this had just been a favor for a friend, a casual thing. Nothing serious. The very thought of that made Benny scoff. You were the most serious thing in his life. He just hoped he hadn’t fucked it up.

He looked around for his phone— he hardly ever slept without it. He’d spent so much time with some of the guys in his squad that now going a night without his phone, a night with the possibility of missing one of them if they needed him, was a foreign concept.

But, he wouldn’t have slept with his phone last night. He’d been too busy with … other things.

Benny swore under his breath. He reached around for shorts, a pair of boxers, anything-- and when he’d finally found a pair of sweatpants he tugged them on and trudged out to his living room, his stomach turning as he tried to plan what he could possibly say that would remedy this, or fix your now doomed-to-fail friendship, or bring you back.

- - - -

His dog tags were the first thing you’d seen that morning when you woke up.

A stream of pleasant memories flooded your mind; Benny’s hands on your hips, the softness of his lips. The feeling of him inside of you, filling you up. You’d been like puzzle pieces instead of ships passing in the night and for once, anxiety wasn’t the first thing you felt when you woke up. It was the sturdiness of Benny’s chest beneath your fingertips, then the chill of the silver chain around his neck under your palm. And when you lifted your eyes, you found your nose just inches from his, those sea-glass eyes of his still concealed behind closed lids and long blonde eyelashes that curled up at the ends in a way that would’ve made any girl envy him.

And then, as you shifted but only slightly to improve your comfort - soreness between your legs.

You grunted, regretfully leaving Benny’s grasp to sit up. You knew sex would have discomfort the first time around. You had been right.

You swore under your breath as you pressed your feet against the floor and began to collect your clothes, pulling on your abandoned underwear and - now with an unfamiliar light filling your chest - Benny’s discarded t-shirt. You padded down the short hallway to his bathroom, imagining he’d have tylenol in his medicine cabinet. It seemed unlikely to you that someone who had been in the MMA circuit as long as him wouldn’t have some over the counter pain reliever. Honestly, the probability of him having something stronger was just as likely. Once again, you’d been right. You downed two aspirin tablets and then set off to find your phone. It was the first thing you checked every morning.

You found it tucked down in between Benny’s couch cushions. It dangled between your fingers as you sauntered to Benny’s kitchen to make yourself some coffee.

As you popped the capsule into his Keurig, you finally checked your home screen.

Something had happened.

That was all you could think as a heavy cloud settled over your cheery mood. Four missed calls from your mom. Two from your brother, though why he would be calling you at all was a mystery. One from your dad. Almost a hundred missed texts from your parents and your grandmother and a brood of cousins you saw twice a year at best.

Your heart raced as you unlocked your phone. You played a voicemail from your father first, hoping that would give you some insight.

His voice was gruff and uneven.

“Hey, sis.” He said, and when his voice cracked something in you split open. This was very bad.

“Uh … we tried to reach you last night, but you must’ve been asleep. It’s your - it’s your Papa. He’s … he’s passed away.”

And just like that - in a split second - the world stopped. The light seeped from the room.

Your papa had always been special to you. He wasn’t like your mother’s father, who had been old from the time you had memories of him. No, Papa and your grandmother had had your dad young. Your parents had you young. Papa had run and played with you from the time you could walk. He taught you about constellations. He taught you how to change your oil and had taught you the names of parts of an engine and he had shown you the perfect way to trim the leaves of a tomato plant. Every year at Christmas, he gave you a record from his collection, usually John Denver or Neil Diamond or the Monkees.

And there had been so many close calls with him. He was sick with different kinds of cancer on and off but never let it dampen his spirit. There had been so many close calls - including an incredibly stupid incident where he’d accidentally given himself blood poisoning with Raid for cockroaches - but nothing had ever taken. Nothing could take out Papa. He was the strongest person you’d ever known.

“It was peaceful.” Your father continued. “He was just so out of it … I don’t think he really knew what was happening. I know that doesn’t make it better for us, but …” His voice cracked again, and this time, you could tell he was crying. “Call me when you get this. We should talk. I love you, baby.”

And click. The call was over.

You listened to it again. And again. And every time, you waited to hear something resembling laughter in the background; some show, some ha! Gotcha!

But none ever came.

The world, suddenly, felt very small.

You should’ve called more. You should never have left home. You should’ve been there.

As you sank to the floor, your back to the cabinet, you wondered how anyone could possibly be as selfish and as careless as you.

- - - -

Benny was at your side.

You never would’ve noticed if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around you. Even the words tumbling from his lips—“I’m sorry” and “we can just forget, we can forget it ever happened” - wouldn’t have been strong enough to pull you from inside of your own head if you hadn’t felt the safety of his touch.

You looked up at him and found he was little more than a blur in the moment. You hadn’t found it in yourself to cry - but you would, surely, at a later date when it somehow set in - but your whole world was turning around you. Plane tickets, rental cars, buying something black (you’d ditched all of your black clothes after a week in the Florida heat), orchestrating housing for a long weekend, family reunions, a plane ticket home, missing work … it was all too much, all at once. So you held onto Benny, his pine scented body wash still clinging loosely to him and drowning all of your big feelings momentarily in an imaginary sea of green. You pushed your nose into his neck and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Honey?” Benny brought his palm to rest at the back of your head. “Are you feeling okay?”

The stinging began behind your eyes, becoming a prickle. You felt your face growing hot but decided it didn’t matter. It was too much.

“He’s dead, Benny.” You whimpered. “My papa. He’s dead.”

Benny’s grip on you tightened. He knew how much your grandfather had meant to you; God knows you’d discussed him enough times as you compared your unruly mud-pie and Sunday fishing filled childhoods.

“Fuck, honey. I’m - I’m so sorry.”

Benny didn’t feel the need to fill the air with words like you did. Everything about him was comfort, was stability; perfect just as it was.

“I have to - I have to go home.” You leaned back against the cupboard, and for the moment, Benny released you.

He sat back, his arms roping around his knees. Like a little kid trying to sit still.

“For the funeral, and all. You know.” You pressed the heels of you hands into your eyes. “Fuck, I gotta find a sitter for Salem, and - I have to book a ticket home. I mean, I could take my car, but that thing is, just - a fucking massive hunk of crap-“

“You’re not taking your car.” Benny said with finality.

“How the hell else am I supposed to get there?” You snapped.

“We’ll drive.” Benny said.

We’ll drive.

“Benny-“

“You’re not going alone.” He told you. “The plane tickets are gonna cost you an arm and a leg. And you can’t take your car. And … you shouldn’t be by yourself.”

You considered it for a moment; having Benny around made you better. He was honest about who he was from the first word he spoke to you. He was funny, and joyful, and he somehow always knew the right thing to say. And the thought of facing your family without him felt like trying to keep yourself from getting swallowed by a black hole.

But, still. You were who you were.

“You don’t have to–”

“I know.” Benny reached for your hand. As it enveloped yours, you allowed yourself to look at him for the first time. Those big, sweet bambi eyes of his - giving away every little feeling - were like lakes all of a sudden. Like you could drown in them.

“I don’t even have to meet your family, if you don’t want to. I’ll - stay across town, or find a Super 8 or something–”

“Don’t be stupid.” You said, and it came out a little sharper than you meant it to. You squeezed Benny’s hand. “Of course you’ll meet them. You’re my best friend, Benny.”

Part of you reeled inside. Best friend.

Best friends who fuck sometimes, your mind corrected, and you cringed.

Right. You two had had sex. Insane, charged, mindblowing sex, and you still didn’t know what that exactly meant for your relationship. In all honesty, you were too scared to ask. You knew that he had been doing you a favor.

“I could do it,” he’d said. It was just a task; a friend helping another friend out.

But still, part of you hoped, wished. Now that you’d gotten a piece of what it was like to be with him, you didn’t know how to go back. You thought you’d combust or explode or die if you had to forget about it and move on. You’d been lying to yourself when you said that you would be able to move on if you could have him at least once. There was no moving on from Benny Miller.

But you didn’t have time to think about how awful you may have fucked this up. Your family needed you. You needed your family.

You felt your chest clench at the idea of going home and your papa not being there. There had been no warning, no preparation. You weren’t even able to say goodbye, he was just gone.

What had been the last thing you said to him? The last full conversation? The last time you’d helped him cook? Watched a show with him. You couldn’t remember. How could you not remember?

Your bottom lip trembled and somewhere in the peripheral of your hearing, you heard someone whimper. It wasn’t until you felt Benny’s hands on your face that you realized it was you.

He titled your head up toward him, and for the first time you realized that he was kneeling on his kitchen floor with you. His green-blue eyes gazed into yours and instead of finding pity or disgust or awkwardness, you found tenderness.

The thought caused a sob to wrack your shoulders, and you broke, folding in on yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Benny cooed, hauling your trembling form into his arms. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

You dug your face into his shoulder and one of his hands snaked into your hair, massaging your scalp. He held you while you wept.

“I’m sorry,” you huffed pathetically, holding onto his shoulders.

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” he whispered into your hair. “Let it out, honey.”

You clung to him, and you weren’t sure how long you stayed like that.

Eventually, your tears calmed into sniffles and Benny’s hand was still moving up and down your back.

You pulled back, wiping the moisture left around your eyes. Benny’s arms fell to your arms, and one of his hands moved to tuck an errant curl behind your ear.

“God,” you croaked, eyes bleary. “This is just a mess. I’m so sorry, Benny.”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me right now,” he said softly, thumb moving up and down your forearm.

“No, Ben. After last night—”

“Don’t.” His voice was soft but firm. Your eyes filled with tears again.

God, you’d ruined this, hadn’t you?

“No, please, I don’t want you to think–”

You were cut off by his lips on yours, and it was enough to send your stomach fluttering.

It wasn’t a passionate, desperate kiss like the ones you’d shared the night before. No, this kiss was chaste, but just as steadfast. It was closed-lipped, but firm, and achingly slow. It felt like a goodbye.

“Baby,” he breathed, and when you looked into his eyes, they were soft. “It’s okay. I know.”

The resigned look in his eyes made your heart stop.

Oh, you thought. He thought you were going to ask him to forget it.

He kissed your forehead and you just sat there, at a loss.

What were you even going to say to him?

“Hey, I know you just did me a huge favor, but I'm actually in love with you and never want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life?” Or, “hey, I’m in love with you and I think I have been for months, thanks for the sex by the way!”?

No. The truth was, you had no idea what you’d been about to say, or where you’d even begin to describe where you were at. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to. Besides, there were more pressing things that occupied your mind at the moment.

Your grandfather.

The thought hit you like a truck, stealing the breath from your chest.

Benny pulled back from your forehead, the usual easy look in his eyes. He looked exactly as he always did, proving to you that whatever happened last night couldn’t have been as big a deal to him as it was to you. Your chest panged at that notion.

“How soon do you need to get back home?” He gently asked.

You blinked.

“The funeral is in four days,” you said, sniffling. “I should get back as soon as I can, though. God, my dad’s gotta be an absolute wreck.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll call the gym, and we can leave first thing in the morning. Sooner, if you want.”

“And I need to call Santi to see if he can watch Salem,” you added. “I’ll let my mom know we’ll be up soon. Both of us.”

You said the last part pointedly, raising your eyebrows at him. He chuckled. You still couldn’t believe that he’d thought you were going to make him stay across town. As if.

“Let me handle Santi,” he said, standing up and offering a hand to you from where you were on the floor. You sighed and let him pull you off the tile by the arm.

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I can handle it. You’re already coming with me—”

“Honey,” he cut you off so softly that it made your heart yearn. Even when interrupting you, he was kind. “I’ve got it. You call your mom.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

He smiled at you and tapped your chin, before turning on his heel and walking back to his bedroom. As his footsteps faded, you heard his voice on the phone, no doubt talking to work.

You dialed your mom’s number, and as the phone rang, you truly felt as though your world was caving around you. Still though, the one constant thing was that Benny was next to you.

- - - -

The road was somehow lonelier than you remembered, if that was possible.

The only consolidation was the fact that Benny was humming quietly beside you, laser focused on the road while you looked onto the cornfields absently.

You silently thanked that he didn’t ask you if you were okay. One look at you could answer that question, but still. You thought that if anyone asked you that, you’d break down again.

He reached for the volume on the radio as the song reached its bridge, and his humming turned into full-blown song. You had barely realized the radio before then, being so caught up in your own grief-addled mind to be fully present. You snorted at the song choice once you recognized it.

“You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!” Benny sang the chorus of Fleetwood Mac’s Silver Springs dramatically.

He turned to you when he saw you laughing.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Nothing,” you said. “Just didn’t think they were your thing.”

“Hmm,” he hummed before glancing at you. “They’re not really, but they’re yours.”

It touched somewhere in you that he had thought to put your favorite artist on, even though he was the one behind the wheel, and it was his car. You felt your eyes mist up for what must have been the fifth time that day.

“Besides, maybe they’ve grown on me,” he added as an afterthought, eyes on the road.

You blinked the tears away.

“Told you so,” you muttered.

The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind.

It included packing for yours and Benny’s week-long stay at your parents’ house, calling off of work (something that shouldn't have been nearly as hard as it was), and convincing Santi and Everett to stay at your place for a week to watch Salem.

Initially when Benny had called Santi up with the proposition, he’d been vehemently against it. Benny hadn’t even been able to get out the reason why the two of you had to leave town before he refused. Apparently, Santi “didn’t do,” cats. Which proved to be a problem, as Frankie and Mari still had a newborn, and Will was still radio-silent after his and Benny’s fight. Once Santi figured out why you were leaving town though, he caved (with some convincing from Everett).

Now, as you and Benny made your way through the Appalachian mountains on your way to your midwestern hometown, what you worried about was your family.

More specifically, how your family would handle your bringing home a man who wasn’t your significant other.

You already knew that your aunts would love him; A handsome, tall, former military man like Benny? You’d’ve been surprised if your Aunt Jeanette didn’t propose to him herself. Your father would be fine, at least you didn’t have to worry about that part. He already knew about Benny and how he’d been your best friend for the better part of a year. You were closest with your father by far.

No, it was your mother and your brother that you worried about.

Your mother would be ambivalent at best and aggressive at worst toward him, all under the guise of protectiveness. Your brother would treat Benny’s very presence there as some sort of pissing competition if precedent was any indicator.

Once, when you were in your freshman year of college, you’d gone out with a marine for a few months. It had been a bad relationship, and he had been a bad guy, but still, he’d met your family once and when he did, your brother was on his very worst behavior. It was because he felt threatened, you knew, but still. You weren’t looking for a repeat of history.

“I can hear you overthinking over there,” Benny’s voice tore you from your worries.

“Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“My family,” you sighed, squeezing your eyes together. “I’m just imagining how uncomfortable this is going to be for you.”

“Please,” he laughed out, reaching over to squeeze your knee. “I did seven years in the army. I think I can handle your crazy family for five days.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. The drama, and all the questions we’ll get.”

“Honey, it’ll be fine.”

“I really wish it was that easy to get out of my head Benny, I do,” you said.

“Okay,” he offered. “Okay. Run me through your worst case scenario, then.”

“You realize it’s not worth it, and you never talk to me again.”

“Jesus, honey.” He scoffed. “You’re so dramatic. As if you could scare me off. You’re stuck with me now, or haven’t you figured that out?”

You half laughed at him supposing he was right. You were well past that.

“Tell me what to expect, then,” he said.

You sighed. That was better. You could do that.

“My aunts are gonna love you,” you began.

“Well that’s good to hear.”

“You didn’t let me finish. They’re gonna love you a little too much. Seriously, you’re like their wet dream.”

He threw his head back and laughed at that.

“I’m having a hard time seeing the problem with this.”

“Ha ha.” you said sarcastically. “Anyway, if they make you uncomfortable just tell me. My dad will be fine, he already knows about you. My uncles are fine, my cousin’s boyfriend is a dick, other than that, it’s just my mom and brother I’m worried about.”

“And why is that?”

“My mom is,” you paused. “Complicated. I genuinely don’t know how she’ll react. I already told her you were coming, but still. She’s a wild card.”

“Okay. What about your brother? Scared he’s gonna beat me up?”

You actually laughed at that, unable to hold it back. The very idea was hilarious. No, Benny could take your brother in a fight any day. It was the potential for drama that your brother held that made you nervous.

“No,” you finally said, voice still holding humor. “No, you could take him. It’s more that he likes to stir the pot. Any chance to embarrass me or cause problems, he’ll take it. I just don’t want him to involve you in the insane power trips he goes on.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I promise to be on my best behavior.” He offered.

That meant a lot to you. Benny was a hothead, that was no secret to either of you. It was something that made him such a good fighter. The fact that he was even willing to put up with someone intentionally trying to rile him up meant the world.

“I appreciate it, Ben, but that shouldn’t be your job.”

“Honey–”

“It’s not fair that you have to put up with it–”

“Honey,” you stopped at the urgency in his voice. It was the tone he used when you were rambling. You took a deep breath and met his eyes.

“It’s not your responsibility either.” He said evenly, looking at you. You took another breath.

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I just really appreciate that you’re even doing this for me. It feels like adding this to the mix is too much.”

“I’ll be the judge of what’s too much, honey,” he placated. “Let me help you with this. I’m here because I want to be, not because I feel like it’s a chore or because of pity, okay?”

You stayed silent, looking out the window at the rural landscape. Anything to not meet his eye. All of a sudden you felt embarrassed, like your biggest fear was just exposed for the world to see, because in reality it was. Benny had just seen through all the bullshit you put up about independence and not caring and thrown it to the wind. And now you were left with the truth; with the bare-bones reality that you needed him.

“Okay?” He asked again.

“Okay,” you caved.

You supposed you would need at least one ally if you were going to get through this week. It might as well be Benny. The truth was, no matter how much it scared the shit out of you, he was the one person you could always trust to have your back.

- - - -

You’d forgotten how much you missed the noise.

The quiet that Florida offered was nice, and it was welcome when you had it, but this. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

It was familiar in a way that made you ache and laugh at the same time. It was all that once had trapped you, and it was all that was now welcoming you back. It was the same and it was not.

Standing in your parents’ kitchen, you watched as your little cousins chased each other down to the basement for a game of hide-and-seek, nearly tripping your uncle as they raced past him. They were too young to fully grasp what was going on, why everyone was sad and grieving. You envied them for it.

In the other room, you could hear your dad and uncles talking about the economy again, while your mother and aunts prattled on about some other cousin or relative’s divorce. Your grandmother was sat quietly in the corner, and the seat next to her was occupied by Benny, who looked to be schmoozing the hell out of her.

It brought a smile to your face.

At the kitchen table were your other cousins–the ones you’d grown up with whose own children now wreaked havoc downstairs. They all seemed more somber than the rest, as if the others were just trying to continue as normal, but they were the ones who truly understood how strange this all was.

It was the same and it was different.

This was the same scene that you had lived out a million times throughout your childhood; a crowded, noisy house, your cousins running about causing mischief, too much food to go around, and laughter ringing from the rafters. Only now, it just seemed…off.

You were no longer a child, and the cousins you’d grown up with now had children of their own. Your mother and aunts and uncles were older too. And there were empty spaces. Your papa’s space was empty.

You shook your head to stop that train of thought. There would be plenty of time for tears at the funeral, and you’d been gone too long to be considered normal. You couldn’t leave Benny to fend for himself for too long either. Your grandmother was harmless enough, but it was only so long until some other member of your family decided to sink in their claws.

You skirted your way through your parents’ crowded living room, dodging a kid here and a cat there, before finally making it back to your seat beside Benny.

“Coffee?” You offered, handing him a mug made the way he liked it.

“Thanks, honey.” He patted your knee, taking a long sip of the hot liquid.

You sipped your own.

When your grandmother turned to converse with one of your aunts, Benny turned to you.

“So,” he began. “Don’t hate me, but there are at least twenty people in this room and I can barely remember the names of half of them.”

You laughed.

“That’s okay. If it makes it easier to remember, my mom and aunts’ names all start with J. It’s Jeannette, Joyce, Julie, and Jackie.”

“Huh,” he cocked a brow. “That would be great if they didn’t look so damn similar.”

“I know,” you shrugged.

It was true; your mother and her sisters all resembled each other. You took more after your father, though.

“Don’t worry about it,” you finally added, turning toward Benny. “All you need to know is that my mom is Jackie. Don’t call her that, though, unless she tells you to.”

“Got it.” He nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

The first meeting with your mother had gone surprisingly well. Better than what you’d expected. It was by no means touchy-feely, but it was cordial. Kind, even, if you could believe it.

She’d seemed suspicious when you’d told her vehemently that you were just friends, and that the trundle in the basement would be fine for Benny. But, she also had expressed her gratitude to him for getting you home safely and for being such a support to you since you’d moved to Florida.

It was an olive branch if you’d ever seen one.

So, it was now your brother that you had to worry about.

He’d had yet to make an appearance. Apparently, he was tied up on the base until tomorrow morning, so he would be flying out and arriving after that, tomorrow evening. That gave you some time to get acclimated to being back, yes, but also time to worry about having him and Benny beneath the same roof.

Your brother was a dick, but he was also your brother, which meant that he knew exactly how to hit you where it hurt. It’s a skill all siblings have. You’d seen Will hit Benny below the belt before, and vice versa. And you were completely prepared to take whatever blows your brother dealt in the coming week. It was the fact that you knew he would single out Benny that made you nervous.

You looked over at Benny beside you, and saw that his eyebrows were still drawn together in thought. You grappled with the urge to smooth out the wrinkle that formed between them.

“I can hear you overthinking over there.” You repeated his words from earlier.

“Hm,” he chuckled, turning to you. “Just trying to figure out how to make sure your mom doesn’t hate me.”

“What?” you laughed, not expecting that.

“She’s scary,” he laughed along with you. You could only nod.

“She scares everyone. You’d know if she hated you, I promise.”

He hummed, and before you could stop yourself, you continued.

“Besides, I don’t think anyone could hate you, Ben.”

You held your breath once the words were out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

His eyes softened and he opened his mouth like he was about to say something, before your Aunt Joyce’s voice stopped him.

“Benny!” She shrieked, and the moment was gone.

“Come over here and tell us about your work!”

Benny’s eyes locked with yours and you had to hold back a laugh at the panic you saw in them.

“Good luck,” you mouthed at him as he made his way over to her.

- - - -

You couldn’t sleep.

You were in your childhood bedroom; a place where you’d slept thousands of times before without consequence, and still, you couldn’t sleep. You’d been tossing and turning for hours, and sleep just wouldn’t come.

You tried to blame it on too much caffeine, the excitement of the past few days, anything, but you knew what the common denominator was: Benny.

You couldn’t sleep without him there. At least not tonight, at least not after what happened.

After your family had overstayed their welcome (customarily), you had all retreated to your respective corners of the house: your father to his office, your mother to their room, and you and Benny curled up on the couch and watched hallmark Christmas movies.

It was the end of November, and the television channels were beginning their Christmas countdowns. Normally you hated the holidays. Your family never really celebrated thanksgiving, and Christmas was always a dramatic affair that included more fighting and bickering than family together-ness, so you’d grown to hate the tediousness of it all. But there, sitting with Benny and laughing at the ridiculousness of whatever Christmas-themed monstrosity hallmark had conjured up this year, made you realize that maybe you could like it if it included him. And that thought scared you.

Sitting up in your bed, you made your mind up and came to a decision, no matter how stupid that decision may be.

You crept down the stairs with skilled agility, being sure to bypass all the creaky floorboards that had gotten you in trouble in the past. You wrapped the quilt you’d brought with you from your bed tighter around your shoulders as you neared the basement. It was always freezing down there, no matter how much your parents cranked up the heat.

You were sure to be quiet as you snuck into the dark room where Benny was sleeping. It wasn’t dark and dank like many basements you’d seen, but it wasn’t completely finished either. You could barely make out his form on the trundle bed in the low lighting.

You shuffled closer and gently placed a knee on the bed.

“Honey?” he asked in a scratchy voice. Your heart stopped.

“Sorry,” you whispered sheepishly. “Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

“No,” his answer was immediate as he shuffled from the middle of the bed to one side, wordlessly making room for you.

He held up the heavy comforter as you moved closer, a wordless invitation. You slid in, perhaps a bit too close to be considered platonic, before placing your own quilt over his own comforter.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold down here,” you said lamely, suddenly embarrassed that you’d been caught sneaking into his bed.

He must think I’m pathetic, you thought.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled half-heartedly. “I don’t mind.”

You knew that was a lie. Benny would sleep in a sauna if he could. Still, it made your heart clench.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked after a moment of laying there in silence.

You shook your head.

“Nope.”

He hummed at that, shuffling a bit closer before sighing. He was getting comfortable, you realized. Getting ready to sleep. You felt his breath on your lips, and even in the darkness, you could tell that if you moved forward an inch, your noses would be touching.

“Me neither.” He finally added. “Goodnight, honey.”

“Goodnight,” you hummed back, tangling your legs with his under the blankets.

[jamilelucato]

The Blackest of Greens [part two]

pairing: [y/n] Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

summary: after days apart, the couple met in the middle of the night

a/n: okay so the reader here, unfortunately, takes a more consistent body form (?). I'm sorry for it but it had to happen.

a/n 2: again, this is not a properly smut fic, but this second part mentions sexual stuff way more than the first; so heads up?

PART ONE HERE

PS: part three? it will happen!

@sustisama

She was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the balcony, bathed only in moonlight. The silver hair, the mark of her lineage, framed her face as it swayed in the wind.

Every detail of the night sky pleased her, from the stars to the barely visible layer of cloud, but the beauty also held a secret: where was Aemond, who promised to see her on the third night in the little abandoned and forgotten castle of Dragonstone?

Soon she would have to return to the main castle, for someone would miss her. Jacaerys would be busy with Queen Rhaenyra’s affairs — the eldest son indeed was very attached to the crown’s engagements — but Lucerys could be roaming the halls. Some guard recently sworn to the right side of the line could notice that the newest Crown Princess was not resting in her room.

However, nothing could be done, not in the dead of night, while she was away from her mother’s castle and away from her husband. So [y/n] would just have to wait, as much as she hated it. She had to give Aemond a chance.

Still, no dragon in the sky.

She was past the worry stage; she was just furious. Where was the one promised to her at King’s Landing?

“[y/n]?” echoed the whisper inside the abandoned castle.

She shivered at the voice that always whispered her name between hugs in a warm bed. Of course, the scenario was a little different, but the internal heat caused was the same.

“Up here, Aemond,” she replied, allowing herself to speak louder, knowing they wouldn’t be heard.

From where she was sitting, [y/n] could see the official castle perfectly, and for now, they were free of any conflict, as it seemed that the inhabitants were already falling into their nightly routines.

“Why did you take so long?” she asked as soon as he reached the balcony.

The unexpected wind that hit them before Aemond could respond didn’t scare the young man, but it did send the girl princess goosebumps.

Aemond was quick to offer her his coat; after half a second, when she considered denying it out of politeness, she accepted it. The princess wore a long-sleeved dress, and her legs were well covered, but her cleavage was more daring than appropriate for an open, high space like the one the couple found themselves in.

“I apologize if I took so long, [y/n]. I couldn’t come flying, so… I had to come by boat.”

She was no longer sitting on the railing, so she leaned her hands over the edge and looked down where the sea broke in freezing waves.

"I don’t see ships down there."

Aemond grinned mischievously. “Boat, princess. I came paddling.”

“You came… came… paddling?” she repeated, in disbelief, “From King’s Landing to here?”

“Well, no. My sister brought me with a boat on the back of Dreamfyre close by, and then I came rowing, yes,” he explained to her, carrying a particular pride. “I couldn’t come with Vhagar; We would be recognized for miles.”

“Your sister brought you willingly? Is she an ally of my mother?” asked the princess, surprised to find solidarity in an inhospitable place.

“Helaena is no one’s ally but her children and her embroidery. She thinks she did our precious love story a favour.”

Aemond didn’t look at her, not even after telling her of his sister’s hopes. [y/n], on the other hand, couldn’t take her eyes off her husband, impressed by his ability to appear unfazed. Was it a talent earned to survive Alicent’s authority, or was it just in Aemond’s nature to be categorical?

“Oh, what a precious love story indeed…“ she grumbled, looking up at the sky too.

The one-eyed prince took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t being watched to look at his wife, and he suddenly glimpsed their first night together as a couple.

The wedding night had been strange, to say the least, for Aemond. They were married inside the castle, with all the rituals and the presence of the entire Targaryen family and the younger Velaryon girls. Afterwards, all together, they celebrated a beautiful feast. The union of uncle and niece was nothing compared to the marriage of Rhaenyra and Laenor, and this was highlighted by the king himself, who, in those last hours of his life, smiled at his granddaughter.

“I’m glad to see you smile,” said the old man, although he didn’t know that [y/n] smiled for her brothers and mother, not for the wedding. “I know you will make Aemond happy too. He…” the king coughed, “my boy is not joyful. Even before… the eye, he was already like that. Frowning, angry. Distrustful of the world.”

“Do you suppose I will be able to cure it?” she asked.

Viserys exhaled air. “Perhaps not. But you can help him remember, remember that he has more to live than doing so with a grudge. Like Aemma did to me.”

Before the granddaughter could protest, saying something about being unable to bring light to the darkness, the king already had other daydreams.

“Rhaenyra’s wedding—the one I was invited to, at least—gave me a lot of headaches. And I wasn’t pleased. But I am tonight,” he said, louder this time for the entire table to hear.

Daemon pretended he didn’t hear the part about wedding invitations.

“My family united as one, now more than ever. Seeing you happy and celebrating as my children, grandchildren and relatives and not like the heirs, princes and princesses that you are makes me happy and warm. Thank you for giving me this simple ceremony, Aemond, [y/n]. And, of course, to their mothers who had an afternoon to organize everything. A toast!”

The night of celebration didn’t go on long after the toast. The king had to leave, and the others no longer had as much affinity as they would have liked to continue there in happiness.

[y/n] searched for Aemond in the rising faces of the family. Her mother squeezed [y/n]’s hand one last time and left; her stepfather barely spared her a glance. Jace was the last one with her, just half a minute longer than her mother, but it made a difference for the princess.

[y/n] had been Jacaerys’ betrothed once. She wondered what her life would have been if the mother hadn’t cared that her son was still a minor and had married them off as soon as the promise was made. She would have avoided marrying Aemond, that was certain, but would she have been happy?

She loved her brother but wasn’t sure she loved him the way he wanted.

Not that it meant she loved her uncle. She barely knew him. What little she knew, she wasn’t delighted.

Aemond sipped the last of his wine slowly, one hand on the glass and the other on the wooden chair he’d once sat in. He stared at the family members leaving, one by one, until not even Otto Hightower was there. She noticed that her groom was making a face, but she couldn’t decide if it was good or bad.

Bad for her, she concluded. The seconds passed slower than the hours.

And then his gaze stopped tracking the door and found her anxious one. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Nobody said anything, but [y/] hated quietness. “I suppose we should go.”

Aemond left his glass on the table. “Go to where?”

She gulped.

“To your chambers, my prince.”

“When you arrived, you called me uncle. Is it over?” his question unnerved her. She wasn't expecting this.

“I suppose, us being husband and wife now, the addressed pronoun has stopped being appropriate,” she replied, thinking about it. She had called him uncle on that occasion because her mother insisted on forcing a friendship between the sides of the family, and the way to start was with the names.

But now he… Well, he was still her uncle, blood of her blood and all.

“Are you religious, [y/n]?”

She wasn’t and told him so. However, the conversation felt wrong. What did he want with all that? Wasn’t it easier to take her right away, mark her as his wife and make them more than official?

She wasn’t edgy, not indeed. She knew about sex and everything that went with it. She was still a virgin, but she wasn’t stupid, and she’d already been kissed —Jace had been her first, but other Dragonstone boys, servants and sons, had already touched her, one way or another.

There were also her maids, creative in their stories, even the sexual ones. She was told it would and could forever hurt, for arranged marriages were usually composed of husbands who only wanted to do their duty and did not want to love their wives.

Of course, at the time, she thought she would marry her brother, and there was no doubt that she would be valued and treasured.

With Aemond, however, everything was still being determined. She imagined he wouldn’t love her nor be patient—not that night, not the next. But as he surveyed her about casualties — “why aren’t you religious, niece?”, “do you support your mother’s current marriage?”, “How did you feel during the ceremony?” and so many others—she began to hope that perhaps he would respect her.

It was so silly of her to think that! He was the uncle who hated her brothers, especially Lucerys, because of the eye and who probably despised her just as much for being a bastard heiress. So [y/n] was Targaryen, but not Velaryon. The silver hair left no room for bickering, but other attributes about her gave away the secret.

She was fed up, in the sense that no Targaryen ever had been. Her mother, perhaps, came close to her after so many births, as her body did not always fully recover, but even so… [y/n] had the form of Harwin Strong in her, and a fool was the one who denied it.

She just didn’t understand why Aemond could hate her for it. She was a bastard, but she was as Targaryen as Aegon and Aemond put together.

She took advantage of him showering her with questions to reverse roles. “Why do you insist on highlighting the possibility that my brothers and I are bastards? Do you hate us for this potential?”

The mood that had just been calm and pleasant suddenly froze.

She had used the word “possibility” because soon as she was a child, she had learned never to assume her true paternity. But Aemond had understood her perfectly, so that shouldn’t be why he was silent.

Internally nibbling his cheeks, Aemond replied. “I don’t hate you,’ he said, almost inaudibly. “Perhaps I hate Lucerys for what he did to me, not for the blood.”

“He was a child,” [y/n] interrupted, trying to defend her brother, though he ignored her and went on.

“I think I will come to hate Jacaerys if he continues to regard you as a banquet stolen from him. But that only time will tell,” he said, speaking quietly as if he were telling her how many socks he has in his drawer.

“Although I hate have been forced to marry, you are mine now. Neither the gods nor your brother will take you from me,” he continued. “You are my wife, so no, I don’t loathe you. How could I?”

She didn’t know what to say after hearing his declaration. Of course, he’d avoided the main question, but he’d done it magnificently. She was bewitched.

She didn’t know she could feel this way, not with him.

She got to her feet, just as he still was, and faced him. “I am your wife. But I still need to know if it hurts you that I might not be legitimate.”

He looked at her equally. “No. I do not care,” he said as he walked closer to her. “Your first blood is Targaryen,” then he ran his fingers through the length of her hair. “Your hair is as silver as mine. That’s all I need.”

She tilted her head slightly, seeming to be confused. Everything he needs for what?

“It shall assure that my heirs will be as royal as they could be.”

[y/n] gulped once more. He was saying those things with such confidence she had to wonder if perhaps that was once before the wedding vows that he imagined marrying her. But that couldn’t be, right?

Aemond, for the first time, smiled at her. It was a smile more sly than benevolent, but it was the first she saw, and that was enough.

“I believe that we can leave the room with that said.”

She looked down at hand he held out to her. Then, biting her bottom lip, [y/n] let him lead her out of there and toward his chambers.

They walked side by side and arm in arm, adjoining elbows, through the corridors until they reached the main wing and then the floor of the King’s sons.

Rhaenyra was using the same room she had grown up in during her visit, with the difference that she now shared it with her spouse. Aemond was about to do the same.

Before the young prince could be drunk with the memories of their first time actually together as one, [y/n]’s voice called out to him.

“Aemond,” she sounded sweet, “how did your brother take it?”

He didn’t answer, because it felt like betraying his family.

But the thing was that [y/n] was his family now.

“He didn’t want it,” sighed the younger brother of King Aegon II, “but when he saw how proud Mama was... I think he’ll find some joy in being a King.”

After the couple’s fight over [y/n]’s participation in the coronation, it was agreed that the princess would leave on her dragon but that her husband would attend, playing the role of faithful brother.

They were playing a dangerous game, but the game of thrones has no other way of being, [y/n] thought.

The one-eyed prince, however, was playing an even worse game. In his mind, he wasn’t in favour of Rhaenyra Targaryen’s coronation, nor was he in favour of seeing his crazy, boozy brother with the crown.

He believed the throne was his and if he had to play the game of thrones alone, then so be it. He’d help Rhaenyra get accepted, but he’d kill the cunt as soon as possible. And finally, he would kill his wife.

Staring at her, Aemond wondered if she knew. If she even suspected.

It didn’t seem the case; he saw in her only the facade of a woman but the soul of a girl. It was the same one he’d seen when he’d first slept with her. Her body, her shape… [y/n] had a lot to distribute. But she was as naive as his sister.

“It will be dark times,” she said, nibbling her lip.

He didn’t have time to agree as she continued to speak. “We will have to be smart. It was wise of you to point out your dragon; I’d forgotten Vhagar’s size. But, we need a better, more effective method of communication.”

“Pigeons?” suggested Aemond, but even he didn’t seem sure.

“No… I don’t think it would work; we could be tracked,” she replied. “I suppose we’ll have to take the hardship on our own. We will have meetings, but sporadically. Then you will tell me everything, and I will give you advice on sabotaging your mother and preventing things from my side.”

“And I stand there like a court jester, drooling over my brother’s egg?” Aemond grunted, staring into the darkness of the night. “No… You… You’ll have to come with me.’

“What?”

“You’ll have to come with me, [y/n]. Officially as my hostage, but I’ll leave you in my room in peace,” he explained, but ended the phrase smirking, making it clear that “at peace” included some not-so-peaceful things.

“Aemond, it doesn’t seem ideal to me.”

“Oh, why?”

“A kidnapping of the Crown Princess? That would be reason enough for my mother to declare war,” elaborated the girl. “Even though we are married, my brothers are not fools. They will know that I did not agree.”

“But you think we should let Aegon be the first to miss.”

“Yes,” she agreed with Aemond. “But my kidnapping shouldn’t be the first mistake. It is futile and ineffective.”

“You only say that because you will be the victim. You know it’s not ineffective, not in the long run,” Aemond disagreed patiently. “This tactic would give a white flag to retaliation from your mother, which for her victory must be done soon.”

“For now, I’ll advise Mom to look for allies,” she sighed. “It’s impersonal and it works.”

“For now?” he echoed her words. “So you haven’t ruled out kidnapping?”

“Whether I like it or not, I can be more useful inside the green nest than here,” she admitted. “That’s when we’ll see each other again, by the way.”

“I just have to wait for a mistake. Of the blacks?” he wanted to be inside the architecture of his wife’s brain and to know how she considered and discarded so many possibilities per second.

“From either side.”

Nodding, Aemond backed away from his wife and the balcony's edge. He had no idea how long he’d been there, but the prospect of rowing home was exhausting.

On some distant island, his sister was waiting for him, luckily. But still, it was a lot of seas to navigate.

“Are you leaving now?” she asked before he turned away from her.

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing hard. But, then, the wind became present again, leaving its wake in a frightening noise that echoed through the castle’s ruins.

She started to take off her coat. “Your fur,” she said, drawing his attention to the lap of her chest, now bare and completely ruffled.

He took a long, quick step toward her.

“Stay with it,” he pleaded. “Everything that’s mine is yours, at least by law,” he added playfully.

“But I’ll be in my warm room soon enough,” she protested, still holding out his coat towards him. Then, with just a turn of face, she fronted the night and the sea. “You still have a long way to go.”

He came even closer as he agreed to take the coat back. Their hands barely touched, but it was enough for a jolt of electricity to ripple through them both, and she returned her gaze to his face.

Having already seen him without the eyepatch, [y/n] was no longer afraid of what he might hide there. In fact, she would have enjoyed looking at him that way one last time, to remember him for the days to come until they could meet again.

“No, I…” she asked him, but Aemond was disagreeing. “You better remember me like this.”

She smiled without showing her teeth in that innocent, pure way that Aemond had only found in her. “I like your single eye. And I like the blue stone.”

Tightening his lips, Aemond gripped his fur tightly with one hand and with the other, he pulled back the eye patch.

They spent a full minute just staring. The wind waved [y/n]’s hair, which was only half up. Aemond’s hair, curiously, was also tied in the same way, but it didn’t have her lightness, so it didn’t sway as intensely.

It was the first time they really saw each other.

Aemond thought that when he had taken her virginity and seen her lying in his bed, a frail lady, he had then come to know her fully. But it was his mistake. He was just getting to know her.

She, too, had been mistaken. The husband’s moments of pleasure were very close to the scene that was unfolding — when he cummed, he actually became more natural, relaxed and undoubtedly alluring. However, facing him in the dead of night, accompanied only by the wind, was when she finally began to realize who she had married.

But truth be told, she wouldn’t figure it all out until a few days later.

He closed the space between them, to their surprise and kissed her desperately. Then, like a hungry man, Aemond drank from her lips and savoured her taste.

Maybe he didn’t love the wife given to him by his father, but he was grateful that she was such a…whole woman, at least for everything he felt he needed in a partner.

He wanted more. He wanted to lean her against a wall and make her shiver until she begged him to leave her on the floor. He wanted and would have delighted in fulfilling such a fantasy, but he knew he shouldn’t.

There wasn’t time.

With her, he wanted to take all the time in the world. Deflowering her was an entire dawn’s task, which he only stopped with the sunrise because he wanted to leave her alone, although the princess had assured him that she could persist. And she lasted, from the next sunset until the next sunrise, and they would have fucked each other much more, had time allowed.

But time was something the couple would always lack.

They didn’t have time to get to know each other, they didn’t have time for courtship. They didn’t even have a full honeymoon.

Besides, Aemond feared making her pregnant, for now, more than ever, was not the time.

When he pulled away, [y/n] felt weak. He was still holding her, one hand on her waist and the other gripping her elbow, but she felt wobbly.

She tried to recover before he noticed it.

The hand he pressed to her waist also shielded her, for between his firm grip was the fur coat, and when he finally released her, she too felt the cold.

“I have to go,” he said, noticing her frown.

“Yes, I’ve presumed so,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

She hated this power his touch had over her. She hated being the deer for the kill. She was a dragon, had dragon blood, and was the dragon’s rightful heir. But next to Aemond, she was just water, and she vaporized whenever his fire hit her.

Composing herself, she hugged her chest and watched him walk away.

Aemond hadn’t noticed the effect he had on [y/n]. Of course, he was a man who knew his manly influence, and to some extent, he could feel her desire for him. However, he was utterly blind to her frailty. He could only see and feel a dragon when he kissed and touched her. He felt like he was touching fire. She didn’t hurt him — he was a Targaryen — but her fire marked him, and he judged that perhaps, just perhaps, he was more hers than she was his.

He walked away, hugged by his coat, and as he began to row, he was more confident than before: he would have to kill her.

[hazashiovo]

will there be part 3 🥹🥹 https://at.tumblr.com/hazashiovo/imagine-beeing-aemonds-enemy-yet-his-biggest/nafm7hxwzf5j

It took me a while to think of something to write so I apologize. I also have to warn you I never read the book or any of ASOIAF so I will invent my own plot. Also blood and cheese doesn't happen here.

Thank you for reminding me and due to a few requests, I'm introducing you part 3 of the series!

Aemond Targaryen X reader!

imagine being Aemond's enemy yet his biggest obsession part 3!

Ps: english isn't my first language🧜‍♀️

You left.

You left Aemond in the middle of the night not allowing the white haired prince to do anything about it.

He was a fool for thinking he was able to take you, break you.How did he not see that?

God, he was furious. He made a vow to catch you, and never let you go again , right through his fingers.

-

You escaped.beeing trapped in there, made you feel like your mind would go bad, but now you're free, and soon you'll be home with your mother.

You thought about what you would say to your mother and father.would you mention how you fucked the prince your brother left without and eye?

Thoughts were clouding your mind, replaying the night of your escape. A dirty feeling all over your body, but it didn't bother you,strangely.

Your mother's daughter as one would say.

Your dragon was rested, and even fed. Ready to take you home.

A day and half took you to get to dragon stone.

You were exhausted, hungry, and tired. Physically and mentally.

The moment you landed you felt light headed.

You managed to find the war room. Opening the doors,all the eyes on you.

You didn't catch your mother's teary eyes, only her hold on you. You didn't hear your fathers curses towards the greens, only felt him holding you up, not letting you fall.

Than it all went blank.

-

Aemond was scolded. A lot.

He was tired of hearing his mother yell at him for what felt like hours.

The boy could only imagine how his older brother would snicker behind his back, knowing that at the time, he wasn't the source of his mother's rage, but his young perfect brother.

At one point he was allowed to return to his duties, yet,his mother remained angry.

He got news, you managed to return to dragon stone.

His jaw clenched in anger as he crumbled the paper your whereabouts were written.

You fooled him, and he will not let it slide.

Rhaenyra's hand caressed your face as your father was pacing around the room, angry from the sound of his stomping.

Slowly,your eyes open. They twitch as light greets them.

Your mother was first to notice you were awake.

-My love!-

The queen hugs you.

Once she let's go, Your father at your side.

-my sweet, sweet girl..-

his hands carres your head as he holds you tight in his arms.

-Mother... Father, I missed you.-

Your voice managed to break the silence.

The way they're looking at you, gods it makes you feel guilty.

-Luke,he arrived, didn't he?-

You try to get up from the bed, worry filling your whole body.

-Yes, don't get up. Your whole body is full of bruises. I'll kill them, those fuckin cunts that play pretend with the kingdom.-

Daemons now angry voice raises.

At the castle, you didn't even bother checking for your wounds. It was true. One look at your arm convinced you. It was blue and purple in many places.

Daemon was pissed. So was Rhaenyra.

You talked with you parents a bit after leaving to rest, and from what you heard Luke was alright.

You did good protecting your little brother,a smile crept on you face.

/next day/

Getting up from the bed, you were meet with a servant ready to prepare you for breakfast. You gotta admit, you were pretty hungry.

Once at the table you sat down.

The morning went great, but a thought kept. Creeping your mind.

-I want to learn to fight.-

Your voice broke the silence in the dining hall.

A snicker was heard from your father's side.

-what?-

Rhaenyra rose her head from her plate.

-last time, I lost because I wasn't good enough. I want to be prepared this time.-

The confidence was clear and loud in you and your voice.

It looks like you let your mother wordless, so your father decided to answer for her.

-You're right. You'll start as soon as your body is fully healed.-

He returned to his food.

Your mother still quiet.

-I'll be fine, mother, I promise-

You reached your hand over to her, reassuring the woman.

/6 Months later/

Swords clashed, mud on your shoes and pants. Sweat dripping from your forehead and adrenaline pumping in your veins.

-Just give up daughter, I got you.-

Daemon's teasing manner annoyed you further.

You landed a hit on his leg and quickly spun behind him. Unfortunately you didn't manage to finish h of as his sword found your neck.

You roll your eyes and groan in frustration.

Gods does he love annoying and teasing you.

-you won,Kepa-

You drop your sword on the ground.

The greens and the blacks were now fighting for Harenhall, and you were going to be there with your father, on the battlefield. It's your duty as a heir to be a brave and strong queen once your mother is gone.

News of the rival army , you heard your father and mother planning a strategy.

Of course , your mother would never let you leave.but Your father? He knows.

At night fall, a part of the army left to retrieve Harenhall.

You being in there.

It was quick, your army was good, so it didn't take long before half or more of them were no more. Especially with Daemon, the rogue prince as a leader.

Your job was to take a part from the men and make your way inside.

Finishing up pretty quick, you found the main hall.

You plunged your sword in one of the guard's chest. You took the sword away from his body and cleaned it from the remaining blood on its metal.

-So we meet again, Bastard whore.-

The voice rang trough your ears. He slowly walked away from the pillar he was before.

-Uncle.-

You clutched your sword tightly, keeping it close to your body.

Aemond was unimpressed,spiteful and he felt rage, rage that you played and escaped him that night. Rage that you used him, rage that you made him feel those sickening thoughts, just for you.

His eye never left yours, sternly watching your every move, like a mad man.

-Came here to be captured again? Whore? Or did you not have enough last time?-

Aemond's rude remark already made you feel annoyed.

-You're right, rude of me to not say my farewells, kepus.-

You teased, making sure your energy matched his.

The Prince's jaw tensed in anger as he reached for his sword, attached to his hip.

-If it's a duel you're looking for I'm all in, kepus, but it will end up completely different. I promise.-

A confident tone was easily found in your voice, fearless, daring.

Aemond only smirked, he seemed to be taking your whole appearance up.

-I will win, and I will keep you as my slave for as long as i desire. Be sure, that I will treat you however I like, niece-

Your face scrunched up in disgust, but never have you let your tough persona fall and crumble, especially in the eyes of this man.

-I will be the judge of that.-

With that being said, Aemond launched at you. Why was he fighting so reckles? He usually calculated his steps, moves, but now all he went for was the win.

Your body skilfully ignored his blows, even landing some small hits.

He was heavy, after all, he was a man,but you? You were fast and sly as a viper. Just like you were taught, you waited for the right of openings to hit.

Aemond had that crazy look in his eye, a vengeful one, a manic one.

Your swords clashed together, faces inches apart.

-Give up, and I will be merciful, Bastard.-

The prince spoke in a hushed voice, breathless even.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head in a 'no' manner.

-Nah, not as long as I breathe.-

You ducked as he almost landed a hit on your head, making quick work , you snuck behind him, landing a deep cut in his upper tigh. Aemond groaned in pain, a hand on his wound where you just cut him.

A kick in the back of the knee had him down and bleeding.

-What'd i tell ya?-

You kicked away his sword, sending it a away.

A foot slammed on his hand, putting force and keeping it glued to the ground,you heard him groan once again.

-You know, this reminds me of the time you had me in the same position you are now.-

You laughed, quite sadistically if someone were to hear you. It did remind you of back then if you were honest.

You were to busy focusing on his face , his eye, his expression that you didn't notice what he was doing until you felt it.

He plunged his dagger right in your side. Pain closed all your senses.

You opened your mouth to scream, but no sound left it. you backed away from him.

One hand at your side, the other holding your sword, barely.

The blood you were losing was letting itself be felt, light headed, dizzy, sick. All of them at once.

-You forgot one thing, I hate losing. Especially what is rightfully mine.-

Aemond kicked you in the side, making your pain 10 times harder. You tried getting up, but he kicked you again.

The prince lowered himself, now eye to eye with you.

-I warned you. Niece.-

Feeling something close to your hand, you made the best to pick it.

He stood so close to you. Before he could mutter another word, you hit him in the head, a rock is what you felt, a big one.

You saw him holding his now bleeding side of the head, the same look you had on this moment. No longer after, he collapsed.

It took you a lot of strength to get up. But you did.

Once you found one of your soldiers, you told him to grab some people and capture the white haired prince.

A month later

Aemond hadn't heard word of you ever since he was captured. Not a visit,nothing.

His wounds started healing, that was good. Maybe soon enough he can escape from here. See his mother and sister again.

He was shocked to see you enter his cell. Even though he stabbed you a king time ago, you still had bandages around your waist. The one he held that sweet night.

Aemond wore no shirt, he prefered doing so, but he did have black pants on, also his eye patch was not here.Meant to humiliate him, surely that was your father's doing.

-Yea, it looks pretty fucked up.-

Your voice startled him, to lost in thoughts to remember you were there to.

-Enjoying your new home kepus?-

You scaned the cell, at least the greens offered you a room fit for a royal back then.

Aemond scoffed, glaring at you unmoved.

-Why are you here, to make fun of me? Torture me? Bastard whore.-

A chuckle rose from you, you didn't miss his bitchy behavior.

-you should really be careful and hold your tongue when you speak to me. After all... I am heir of the queen That doesn't allow for you to be killed.-

Aemond rolled his eye, still as sassy as ever. You continued, answering his previous question.

-Perhaps, or perhaps I'm here to question you.-

His brow quirked in curiosity.

It was a strange thing, a strange reason for you to low yourself here to question him.

-I have nothing to lose.-

The white haired answered, barely audible.

-Why do you hate me?-

With that said, he seemed more interested in anything else than you, your figure or your presence.

-Don't ignore me.-

Aemond was taken back by your sudden demanding attitude.

He hummed in annoyance.

-How else can I explain to you, you are a bastard. The daughter of a rascal who's playing against my brother. Is that a reason good enough for you?-

The prince was quick to finding reasons. But it didn't phase or satisfy you.

-No.-

Once his eye found yours he seemed taken aback by you answer.

-I asked, why do you hate me. Not my Mother, it was long before that, uncle.-

He had time to think. Why did he hurt you? Why did he insult you, why couldn't he fund the nerve to just kill you and why did he keep thinking on the night you escaped. The way your body for so well with his.

He was wordless.

-Answer me!-

You yelled as he stood up.

-i hate you because whatever you do, whatever you did you always got away!I hate you because you had everyone to care for you! I hate you because I seem to feel so different whenever you're around, like you're supposed to be mine, like a caged bird unable to escape.-

With each word he got closer, until there were only inches between you two.

You didn't know what to say, from what he said he was jealous, and obsessed at the same time.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

-Good enough reasons now? Niece.-

A deep breath was taken into your chest, now you didn't know what to think anymore.

The memory was distant, but the way he was so close to you now, it reminded you of the night you shared.

-Now my turn, you could have escape so many ways. So why did you chose what you choose.-

You didn't know, or you did but you didn't wanna admit it. It was a thing you always had for the prince, the way he would look at you, you couldn't read him back then, or the snarky comments. Some would call you a masochist.

-That is my business.-

By now, all you build up had fall upon you, no more tough and brave persona, but a flustered little girl seeing her crush.

Before you could end the visit Aemond grabbed you from behind, his body basically glued to yours.

-We're not done here, sweet little thing.-

You could feel yourself heating up like an oven. Aemond never used those kind of pet names with you, only insults and rude remarks.

Your back was faced to his chest, one of his hand layed on your hip, as the other held your jaw, it was soft, not like when you fought, but in a lovers way.

He turned your head enough for your faces to be not even inches apart. Lips slightly parted.

This time, the look in his eye was not spite or anger. It was something more, something more intimate.

The way he looked at you... Not even a fool could deny Aemonds feelings towards the niece he claims to hate.

You wanted to pull away, to push him and leave, but it seemed your body was frozen, stil as a statue.

-Why do you do this uncle? Play this game of cat and mouse.-

You finally managed to mutter some words.

-You were meant to be mine ever since the beginning, sweet thing.-

He made you doubt.

Was he about to use the same tactic you used on him to escape?

Was he lying to you?

Was he-

The thoughts that circled in your head were suddenly stopped the moment you felt his lips on yours.

They were soft, and the kiss wasn't forced or rough.

-I can't do this.-

You spoke, trying to move forward from him, but he would just not let go of you.

-Don't go, not again sweet thing.-

The prince pleaded, soft voice and soft kisses trailed your neck.

He was in love with his obsession.

End of story bitchesss!

So this is the last part and I won't be writing any for this fix, but you can check out my other fics🐀

I'm so dumb cause like at the middle of writing I taught I saved me draft and I didn't and guess who almost gave up. But fortunately I improved some of my main ideas and wrote them here.

I rlly hope you enjoyed this cause I BARELY made something in my tiny little brain. 😶

[badgirl411]

The Enemy PART 7: (Aemond Targaryen x Reader FANFIC) 18+ SMUT WARNING

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader 

Summary: The game of cat and mouse beginnings between the former lovers, things get hot and pleasure ensues.

Warnings: strong language, deception, SMUT, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, handjob, DOM!Aemond, squirting, overstimulation, Aemond going primal, incestuous relationship between uncle x niece.

Authors Note: Happy Pancake Day fellow Aemond simps, hope everyone is well! Apologies for the delay in this chapter its been a hectic time. In the meantime I have a social event with some TV professionals tonight. This chapter is incredibly smutty so if its not your thing then avert your eyes, apologies in advance for the filthiness im going to go touch some grass now. MINORS DNI!!

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“Aemond” you gasped loudly hands exploring his body before settling beneath his trousers. Your palm resting against his stiffening cock.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, “You drive me wild woman”

“Then take me my love, claim me as yours. I need to feel you.” You confessed breathlessly as he lifted you from the ground making his way to your bed.

“I don’t know if I can maintain such composure around you for much longer my darling.” Aemond moaned as you worked his cock through his night clothes. Your delicate fingers glided up and down your lover each stroke and feathered touch working him into a frenzy, his toned chest heaving as broken moans spilled from his parted lips.

Applying more pressure you gripped him in the small of your hand, your free hand beneath his chin fingers lightly angling his gaze down towards your face that was set in a blank stare. Eyelashes slowly fluttering as you gazed upon his face which was painted with pleasure, his moans falling from his mouth far more frequently than before signalling that his finish was close.

Still, with his cock in hand, you spoke: “Aemond tell me…am I yours?”. The corners of your mouth twitched in an imperceptible mischievous grin as your ministrations increased in speed, you were enjoying this far too much having him in the palm of your hand (quite literally).

Two could play this game you thought loving the way you were torturing him, you had no intention of letting him cum after all the bastard didn’t deserve to. This was simply retribution for the many slights he had caused over the weeks you have been confined to your quarters, this was just a tame punishment in comparison for what you had planned in the near future.

A broken moan and the swell of his cock indicated it was only a matter of seconds before he spilled his seed in his night clothes.

“Always my darling, you are mine forever.” The statement was punctuated with a strong hand gripping your jaw and a primal snarl.

“Good then you can finish yourself off for whatever the fuck that was in the Great Hall.” You let go of his cock and turned towards the window trying to hold back the swell of pride you felt bubbling in your chest.

Sitting on the edge of the window you looked out into the night, the sky hung black over Kings Landing and the sounds of the city’s vibrant and debaucherous night life filtered through the open window through the chill of the night breeze.

From your spot you could hear the huffs of anger coming from Aemond who was coming to terms with his ruined orgasm, standing unsteadily trying to find the strength to stride to your position and make you regret every decision you’ve ever made.

Feeling lost in the moment taking in the night you failed to notice Aemond make his way furiously towards you until a hand grabbed the back of your neck pulling you towards its source. One hand holding you firmly in place by the nape of your neck and the other by your jaw, thumb tracing your lower lip as his own lips were a breath away.

“Darling don’t get cute we both know if it came to it you would be begging for my cock.” That night Aemond lay in your bed the first time in a long time the two of you lay beside each other, bodies becoming entangled beneath the sheets as you both fell into a deep and restful slumber.

When you woke in the morning Aemond was gone, your body already missing being so close to him throughout the evening. A dull ache settled between your legs, having your lover back in your arms had ignited something within you. All you could think about was the next encounter with Aemond, needing his hands roaming over your body. Needing his mouth exploring your skin, needing his cock. Fuck, you feared he may be right, you wouldn’t beg for him not even to your own detriment.

Stretching your tired limbs you began dressing opting for a simple dress. A pale lilac in colour, thin in material every movement caused it to swirl and swish lightly engulfing your body.

A thought crossed your mind noticing the quiet in the corridor, was the door locked? Where was my usual Kingsguard in waiting? Reaching for the handle it opens with ease to your shock. There was no guard, no maid and no Aemond. Could it be that he trusts you enough to leave you to wander about the castle freely, what a fool.

Your feet couldn’t take you through the castle fast enough, running no skipping through the corridors revelling in your new found freedom. Nearing the garden you smiled feeling the heat from the sun, it has been a while since you felt the sun on your skin or the wind in your hair. Lounging on the grass you gave a gentle nod to anyone who passed by a pleasant smile on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Helaena exclaimed excitedly from the other side of the garden, hurrying towards you. The afternoon passed by quickly as you both lay in the grass laughing, inspecting flowers and talking about life.

A chill had settled in the air as the light began to fade, a shiver running over you. You both agreed it was time to bid the gardens farewell for the day and head back within the castle, Helaena had the children to tend to so you said your goodbyes and made your way to the library eager to get your hands on a book missing getting lost within the pages of a fictional world.

By the time you reached your destination night had fallen and darkness had befell the castle, in the library a fire roared light from the flames illuminating the room. All was silent but the crackling of the wood and flames within the fireplace.

Scouring the shelves for a title or cover that caught your eye your mind drifted to thoughts of Aemond, imagining him behind you right now. Your breathing settled into a heavier pattern as you imagined his hand on your throat and the other between your legs working your sensitive button into a frenzy. His mouth sucking and nipping behind your ear and down the nape of your neck as he whispered praises to you.

A wave of light headedness overcame you as you clung to the shelf for balance, trying to shake those thoughts from the forefront of your mind.

A loud crackle of the fire made you jump until a voice spoke from the depths of the library.

“Darling, I can smell how wet you are from here. Are you needy baby? You only have to ask…” Aemond voiced from his spot on the chair by the fireplace, his legs crossed one over the other and a hand settled below his jaw elbow resting on the arm.

“Aemond… gods you scared me.” Your hands trembled from a mixture of shock and arousal, your breath shaky.

In a few fellow strides he was by your side, mouth dangerously close to your own as you both shared a breath. A predatory smirk tickled the edges of his mouth, tongue gliding over the front of his teeth.

“What were you thinking of pretty girl?” His voice is low, not only a whisper but in tone. A deep note settling into his voice, a low hum vibrating in the quiet of the room.

Your back hits the hard edge of the stacks, your hand finding the thin edge grasping for balance. Aemond has one arm resting possessively above you on the stacks, the other pressing on your lower abdomen. His fingers are beneath your dress, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing hard circles on your clit before dipping inside you working that soft spot that has you panting.

Aemond seems to be in his own world as he works his fingers within you, nostrils flaring and mouth set into a hard line. One harsh stroke has your head colliding with the bookshelf, a sob leaving you as your hands grip Aemond’s chest harshly. He knows your close he can feel it knows by the way your grasp on him has tightened, by the way your breathing has become uneven, the sobs leaving your mouth and the way your cunt flutters and clenches his fingers trying to draw him in deeper.

Your eyes are half open, eyelashes fluttering and lips parted as you bring a hand to his jaw looking him directly in the eye as your cunt clamps around his fingers your orgasm coating his fingers in your wetness. A snarl from Aemond has your skin alight with goosebumps, his fingers leaving you as a whine falls from your mouth.

In a second Aemond has you hoisted up in his arms and has cleared a nearby table of its contents in one fellow swoop, your back lands harshly on the table as you moan his name loudly. Your dress is ripped apart and legs parted as his mouth contents with your still sensitive cunt licking and sucking you. When the taste of your arousal hits his tastebuds the man within him is gone the beast, the dragon within him taking over. He is running on pure primal instinct eating your cunt out for his own pleasure, he is a man possessed having never tasted anything so sweet in his life.

It’s only when your screams of pure pleasure are heard that Aemond finally comes to again that primal instinct still running in the background. His fingers return to within you as he sucks your clit drinking down your cum, with a scream of his name your cunt gushes wetting the table and his face.

As your head spins you barely register the blunt head of his cock sliding into you, he thrusts forward now fully sheathed inside you before pulling back out again.

“Give it back, give it back!” You sob hands reaching for him, ah shit you realise here you are laying on a table in the middle of the castle begging for his cock. He had bested you this time but the overwhelming pleasure you were consumed by was enough to make you forgive.

“What was that pretty girl?” He chuckled darkly.

“Fuck baby please give me your cock back.” Tears streaming down your cheeks as your cunt clenched around nothing.

“As you wish Darling!”  His thick cock now stretching you deeply.

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