gold rush; part 5.
modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
genre. romantic comedy â inspired by 10 things i hate about you and also another movie (can you guess which one? :) ) , college/university au, smut, enemies to lovers (kinda??? their relationship is complicated to explain LOL)
In all the 8 years youâve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total. So why is he starting now?
warnings. ramsay, aegon, and their friends. deepthroating.
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One night turns it into two and then three⊠and before Aemond knows it, three weeks have gone by and he still hasnât told you what he should have told you weeks ago.Â
(Or the thing that shouldnât have even been a plan in the first place.)
Itâs part selfishness of not wanting to lose you, and cowardice â also for not wanting to lose you.Â
In his mind, the plan is already called off. If people get pissed off at him then thatâs fine. All he knows is he is not going to do that to you. Not anymore.Â
Besides, the plan was idiotic anyway. Aegon came up with it, so that tells you everything you need to know. The only reason Aemond got roped into it was because nobody thought Aegon could successfully court you to get even a single date.Â
Now Aemond is glad he got convinced to carry out the plan instead because the thought of you with his older brother now makes him sick. Especially when he thinks about the text his brother had wrote in the family group chat last night that he had ignored but canât get out of his head:
Aegon
â aemond is taking too long with the plan đ«
â maybe I should take over
â didnât ____ have a crush on me before?
DaeronÂ
â IJBOOOOOOOOL đ¶đ«ïž
He ignored the messages, not bothering to reply, but that doesnât mean that what Aegon had said hasnât been running around his head all night long.Â
You used to have a crush on Aegon?! When was that?!
Itâs impossible, a total fabrication and defamation of your character!
But still⊠it could be possible.Â
Aemond is not completely blind to see that his older brother is pretty popular with women (especially those who donât know him beyond his looks) , and growing up, he has had many classmates who had feelings for his brother (some even shameless enough to ask him if his brother was seeing anyone) â but to think that you would have fallen for his brotherâs trickery and deceit even if it was just a stupid teenage crush?
It makes Aemond want to empty out the content of his stomach.Â
Which is not much. Just coffee, black. Forgoing breakfast as he is currently waiting for you outside your apartment building to get brunch together.Â
As he waits, he ruminates, trying to recall any indication of his brotherâs statement as true. The more he combs through his memories, the more bothered he gets because canât recall any. And not because there isnât a moment that it might be possible (as much as he hopelessly wishes this was the case) but itâs because he never bothered to care or observe anything you did in the past so his memory is coming up empty.Â
So what if you did used to harbor a crush on Aegon?
The thought makes Aemond ill.Â
âMorning sunshineâ-!â Your cheerful exclamation is immediately halted by the look of your boyfriendâs face when you get a good look at him. Still handsome like always but he seems to be unhappy. And rest assured, you can now tell the difference between his resting bitch face or if he is actually in a foul mood by now.Â
You place a delicate hand on his upper arm, expression full of concern. âHey, you okay?â
Aemond focuses in on you â on your pretty face that he has grown so truly fond of. The one face that he wants to see everyday and if he doesnât, it would just automatically be a mundane or terrible day. The sight of you leaves him breathless, he nods slow, distracted.Â
Then he bends to ravish your mouth. Needy. His fingers digging into your hips to pull you closer. Possessive.Â
Itâs a lot for eleven in the morning â not that youâre complaining!
âWow⊠good morning to me,â  you say with a cheeky smirk when you pull away. Aemond seems brighter too, smiling softly as he looks down at you.Â
It seems that whatever he was thinking about before you came is completely forgotten now.Â
âSo, where are we going?â You ask once in his car, pulling on the passenger seatbelt.Â
âItâs this place that just opened,â he tells you, his eye on the road. âHelaena recommends it; their only other location is in Kingâs Landing and she goes nearly every week.â
âOooh!â You perk up in your seat. âI trust Helaenaâs taste so Iâm excited!â
Aemond grins, then hears the telltale sound coming from his speaker that lets him know that someone connected to it via Bluetooth.Â
âAlso, I heard this song last night and thought of you,â you say just as a sweet melody starts to play.Â
Iâve never known someone like you,
Tangled and lovestuck by you
From the glue
Aemond tries to bite down his growing smile as he takes in the lyrics. But when you flash your pretty smile his way, he cannot help but return it.Â
Because itâs you.Â
And thatâs just how he is now.Â
Crazy about you.Â
Guess Iâm stuck forever on the glueÂ
â- oh, and youâŠÂ
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By the time you arrive at your destination, there is already a long line wrapping around the corner of the street to get into the new brunch place.Â
You shoot a worried look towards Aemond â both brows rising as your eyes comically widen â but all Aemond does in response is smirk, cool and collected.Â
He meets you at your side of the car, opens the door like a gentleman and offers out his hand for you to hold. You take it as you step out, and you walk hand in hand with Aemond leading you past the long line of people and all the way to the entrance.
You are a bit confused, seeing as how while you were looking at the menu on your phone during the drive, it said that there are no reservations and itâs first come, first serve.Â
Before you can question it, he tells the hostess by the door his name and she greets the two of you with a warm smile and then calls someone from inside to show you to your seat.Â
Guess this is one of the perks of being wealthy or having a recognizable name.Â
âHelaena is friends with the chef so she got us a table,â Aemond explains when he notices your curious expression on him.Â
Ah⊠makes sense.Â
You hear disgruntled murmurings behind you while you walk in with your boyfriend.Â
You recall times that you were in their shoes â watching glitzy and clearly very wealthy stride in places with or even without reservations while you were waiting for hours . But now that youâre with Aemond⊠your back straightens, holding your head high as you try not to feel like an imposter in your $14.99 thrifted dress.Â
Then â as if feeling your slightly anxious energy â Aemond squeezes your hand and looks back with a sweet smile, leaning into your ear and murmurs youâre gorgeous.Â
Your knees almost buckle, feeling like youâre both melting on the spot and drifting up to the heavens.
With your free hand, you grab onto his arm, the same one holding your hand, and nuzzle up closely to him with a gleeful grin rounding your cheeks.Â
âWe have two tables for you to choose from, Sir,â the host says, leading you and Aemond through the fully occupied restaurant. âThereâs one at our outdoor patio on the roof, orââ
âOh, Mondy~!â
Aemond stiffens at the sound of the voice, his hand clutching yours tighter. Still, he doesnât dare look, and even somewhat turns away to seemingly block out and pretend he had not heard what he surely had heard and keeps walking. But you, on the other hand, slow your steps to peer around him curiously.Â
What you see is his older brother, Aegon, sitting at a table, twiddling his fingers at the two of you with a strange and sickeningly sweet grin on his face. You stop â causing Aemond to do so as well, but not without the most frustrated and heaviest sigh â and you wave back slowly.Â
âWhat a coinkydink!â Aegon exclaims, hands clapping together as he stands up and makes his way over. âSuch a wonderful surprise!â
Aemond grimaces, knowing it was anything but. Helaena had accidentally messaged the groupchat with his siblings to ask about the time when he wanted to arrive at the restaurant, so he is pretty sure Aegon just bothered her to put his name on the list as well.Â
âAnd ____, you are looking absolutely gorgeous â as always.â
Aemondâs grimace twists into a furious deep seated scowl when Aegon steps up and throws his arm around his girlfriendâs shoulder, yanking you towards him that you essentially had to drop Aemondâs hand from the shock of it with a soft oh falling from your lips.Â
âCâmon! Join us!â Aegon exclaims, gesturing towards his table where their cousin, Vis, and the Cargyll twins were sitting. He snaps his fingers towards the host, an order to grab another chair for the table.Â
Without allowing either you or Aemond to accept or decline on the idea, Aegon sits you down on the chair beside his. When Aemond tries to sit down on the empty seat right across from yours, Aegon shakes his head and points to the new seat at the head of the table â the one furthest away from you.Â
Aemond opens his mouth to question and protest, but Aegon beats him to it, âthat seatâs taken.â
Eyeing the leather bomber jacket thrown haphazardly on the seat, Aemond sighs in defeat and begrudgingly drops down on the one forcefully assigned to him. Â
You make eye contact with your boyfriend, offering a tight smile as you notice his completely neutral expression before taking a hold of the menu to glance through, hiding the way you bite down your disappointment. You guess he is fine with this. So even though you had been anticipating this date with Aemond, to spend some quality time with just him, this is the least you could do for him. Aemond has been integrated into your friend group, itâs only fair for you to get to know his.Â
Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriendâs carefully calm expression is just his way of staying calm. Really, he desperately wants to throttle his older brother. This is the last thing he wanted.Â
The cherry that tops the shit cake arrives when the person who had reserved the seat across from you finally comes back from wherever he had been hiding. From one of the layers of Hell, probably.Â
âThis beautiful day just keeps getting better and better!â Ramsay exclaims by way of announcing himself when he gets to the table.Â
You are visibly disgusted when he crowds your space to hug you, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke. You push him away when he doesnât let go of you quick enough. All the bastard does is chuckle, like itâs so amusing how put off you are of him.Â
Straightening up, Ramsay offers Aemond a shit-eating grin and a nod. âHowâre you doing there, bloke?â
Aemond couldnât hide his feelings anymore â especially after witnessing Ramsayâs dirty hands on you, even if it just barely grazed your back â now openly seething, his nostrils flared.Â
âGreat,â Aemond fumes, tone flat and discontent. âJust wonderful .â
Thereâs an infuriating comment at the tip of Ramsayâs mouth, but thankfully, the waiter arrives to pour you and Aemond water and to take orders.Â
The guys barely looked at the menu, ordering whatever they fancy. (âMimosa,â Vis tuts, without even acknowledging the waiter. âAnd hold the orange juice.â) Meanwhile, you calculate in your head the total of your order before politely asking the waiter for a stack of buttermilk pancakes ($23, the cheapest on the menu) with strawberry compote (an extra $5) and a glass of mimosa ($17) as well â to treat yourself, and because you know youâll probably need it to make it through this brunch with Ramsay. This means you probably have to scavenge through your fridge for leftovers for the next few days until you get paid but itâs fine.Â
After the twins introduce themselves to you, Vis directs the conversation to something that you guess they had been discussing before you and Aemond had arrived, seeing it sounded like his point was a continuation of a previous thought. Although listening intently, you donât contribute to the conversation, only half understanding what was being said. Aemond, on the other hand, easily comprehends the subject of discussion and adds in his opinion.Â
Leaning towards him as you tuck your hand under your chin, you hang onto every word that comes out of Aemondâs mouth. You can admit, Aemond can be a little pretentious at times (okay, perhaps more than sometimes), but maybe itâs because you adore him that he sounds highly intelligent and, letâs be real, fucking hot.
But what Aemond said clearly pissed Vis off, opposing his opinion. The latter scoffs, face going sour.
While the food starts to be brought to the table, Vis turns towards you. âWhat do you think about it?â
You donât even realize he was speaking to you until he calls your name. You shake away your dreamy gaze of your boyfriend to glance questioningly at his cousin. He repeats himself with a vapid curl of his lips.
After quickly acknowledging the staff who places your plate in front of you with a sweet smile and soft thank you, you think about how to reply. You like to think you are well read and also quite politically inclined (with Robb, Margaery and Meera as your best friends, itâs hard not to be), but you are not someone who spouts off things without being educated about it. And this â a certain trade route closing and the economic impact because of it â you are definitely not educated about. You do know about the conflict in the southern countries of Essos and economic crises there because of said conflict â but you hadnât realized it affected Westeros as well. But perhaps you should have, knowing that some Westeros countries and politicians are the reason for the further destabilization in many Essos countries.Â
Choosing your words carefully, you tell them exactly just that. You think your response was sound and good, sitting up straighter as you notice the glint in your boyfriendâs eye.
That is until Vis chuckles meanly and snarks, âYou shouldnât have said anything at all if it was going to end with no substance.â
Your stomach drops as you meet Visâ challenging stare.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmur meekly. âI guess youâre rightâŠâ
âI think what you said was perfectly fine,â Aemond tries to defend you, frustration dripping in his words.
â AwwwâŠÂ donât be so harsh on her, Vis,â Ramsay coos with an exaggerated pout. âSheâs a Creative Writing major.â
The whole table laughs at that, save for you and Aemond.
âGenuinely curious, what are you going to do with a degree like that?â One of the twins speaks up. Erryk, you think, the one with the longer hair.Â
You try to force a smile as you try to disregard the judgment in his question, your spirit lifting up slightly as you talk about something you are passionate about. âI would like to get my words out there. Publish a few books. Do some live performancesâŠâ
âWhat do you write?â Arryk asks.
âOh, um, poetry!â
That earns a couple snorts and snickers. Inhaling deeply, your smile wavers, but you manage to keep it on.
âAnd if that doesnât work out?â Arryk continues his line of questioning. âWhat are you going to do thenâŠ? Teach english? â
He says it like itâs an unworthy cause, but you think of Professor Seaworth and how much you admire him. âI mean, I wouldnât oppose it.â
âIâm sure it will work out. Sheâs wonderful at what she does and has such a beautiful way with words,â Aemond adds, and your heart swells, smiling gratefully at him. âShe even has a few of her pieces published already.â
âWhere?â Vis asks, skeptical.Â
Aemond proudly names all the publications that featured your work. You're surprised he knows them off by heart.
âNo one reads any of that,â Vis says with a roll of his eyes and Aemondâs hand tightens into a white knuckled fist. Your own sets down the fork you were just about to bring up to your mouth, your bleary eyes stay trained on your plate. You are not feeling very hungry anymore.
Meanwhile, Aegon is already on his phone and pulling up one of your work.
Without any prompting, Aegon begins to dramatically read one of your poems out loud, and the guys laugh after every line. You confess, itâs not your best work out there, but â did they really have to do this and laugh in your face?Â
âI donât know why youâre all laughing â itâs better than anything you tossers have said in your entire life,â Aemond says.
Vis puffs out a breath. âOh, pleaseâŠÂ itâs juvenile.â
At this point, you feel like you are closing off, hardly really hearing anything anymore. Itâs as if your mind is trying to save you from the humiliation. You donât understand why they are targeting you so cruelly. Did you say something that made them dislike you so much?
Itâs so baffling that you couldnât even stand up for yourself when you usually would. You just sit there, mute.Â
âItâs on par with his ex-girlfriendâs lyrics about him,â Ramsay comments gleefully. The others laugh and exclaim in agreement.
âNo offense,â Arryk begins, glancing towards you as he says your name. âYou seem like a lovely girl and all, but Iâm surprised Aemondâs dating youââ
âWhat the fuck are you saying?â Aemond snarls.
âIâm just saying âŠ!â Arryk throws his palms up defensively, shrugging his shoulders. âThe last girl you dated was Myrcella Baratheon ââ
⊠As in Luvie? The popstar?!
You throw a questioning look at Aemond but his glare is set on Arryk, looking like he is about to pounce.
âI think what my brother is trying to say is that itâs quite a â I donât want to say it but⊠a downgrade , you know?â Erryk slides in. Then to you, he quickly adds, âNot to say that youâre a downgrade, but just â you know Aemond. Heâs very arrogant and particularââ
âStop talking,â Aemond demands. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSee, sweetheart,â Ramsay smirks at you, playfully nudging your foot under the table. âThis is why I never introduced you to any of them when we were dating. Theyâre assholes . Your sweet, little heart doesnât deserve this.â
Aegon throws his arm around your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. âDonât be offended, babe. Itâs not that serious. This is just how we are! If anything, all this jest shows how much we like you! Youâre practically part of the family now!â
You could not even bother to shrug Aegon off you. You just smile tightly at him, wondering if he is right. Your friends do joke around like this â but never to this hurtful extent. Are you just too soft for all of this?
Suddenly a loud screech resounds in the room of metal against the flooring, causing the whole group (and some of the other surrounding patrons) to shut up and turn to witness Aemond standing up in a breakneck speed, both his palms pressed on the table. Your mouth parts in a silent gasp when you notice how tight his body seems to be with tension, his whole demeanor dour and rigid.
Aemond flashes his vicious gaze at his older brother, flicking between Aegonâs widened eyes and where his hand is touching your shoulder.Â
âGet. Your. Hand. Off. Her.â Aemond coldly instructs.Â
Aegon laughs, albeit nervously. âCalm down, Mondy,âÂ
Still, he follows his younger brotherâs order and hastily slips his arm away from you. âWeâre just joking around! The twins share a single brain cell between them. Vis has a flair for dramatics and is a debate pervert. And Ramsay is, well⊠Ramsay!â He takes a quick glance at the man he just spoke about. âNo offense, mate.â
Ramsayâs blue eyes roll while he mutters a whatever.Â
But their exchange is lost on you, your attention is solely captured by Aemond, holding himself in such a tall and regal manner, still standing there as if waiting for a more opportune moment to speak up.Â
The time comes when the guys realize he hasnât sat back down, and they all gaze up to where he stands at the end of the table. Aemond visibly unnerves them by how deathly silent he is and by the way his lips start to curl into a disconcerting smirk â the boys exchanging looks of concern amongst themselves. Then, even more so, when they notice his violet eye stare straight ahead as he begins to speak, âIt seems that for once in your life, Aegon, youâre right.â
Aemondâs tone is a little too calm, but in a way that you know it is taking everything in him to level his voice that evenly.Â
â ____ and I are unfortunate enough to find ourselves amongst clowns on what should have been a beautiful morning.â
The boys throw in their objects and varied choices of what the fuck? but Aemond ignores them, continuing in slow drawl, âI mean, take Vis for example. The only reason you care to learn about the state of the economy and the trading route is so you can have something to blame for your own failing businesses. Oh, excuse me, let me correct myself â failed businesses. How many of them have you had to file for bankruptcy again?â
Vis doesnât answer, his expression just twists in contempt. So Aemond answers his own question, âIt was all five, wasnât it?â
Unable to help himself, Aegon chokes on a cough to cover up a laugh that just bursts out.
âNow, Arrykââ Aemond sharply glances sideways to the shorter-haired twin, then snaps to the other, âErrykââ then back straight ahead, âNeither of you should be so comfortable about asking someone whether they are taking the right path to a successful future. Because if you ask me , what the two of you have dedicated your whole life for does not look to be working out. Not when you two are on the starting line-up of the universityâs hockey team that has been on a three season losing streak, and will most likely stay that way as long as the two of you are on the team.âÂ
The twins have never looked so identical until this very moment. Their tense jaws roll while they both scoff at the same time.
Knowing that he is probably next on the chopping block, Ramsay sits back coolly as he folds his arms across his chest, chewing obnoxiously on a piece of steak with a smirk. âDo your worst, mate. Iâve already heard it all from my father.âÂ
Aemond lets out a humourless chuckle, head dipping in a nod to agree with him. âYouâre probably right. But your father doesnât even know the worst of it, does he? That you spend his hard earned money to buy yourself a recording contract, radioplay, and bots to boost your bandâs social media engagement, and still your band has nothing to show for it. The only song people like of yours is the one with my girlfriendâs lyrics, and yet you were laughing at her poem earlier?â
You blink blankly at what Aemond just said. âWhat do you mean my lyrics ?â
Youâve never, ever written anything for Ramsay.Â
Aemond tilts his head at you with adorable confusion, his expressive brows drawing together.Â
âYour poem âbad astrologyâ is also the lyrics for his songâŠâ
Then it dawns on him the same time it does to you â
âYou stole my work?!â
âYou didnât get her permission?!â
Ramsayâs eye twitches as his mouth flops open and close like a fish out of water. But he recovers quickly, his mouth stretching into its usual smarmy smirk. âCome on, babe, donât be like that! You donât remember letting me use your poem?â
This is what he is going with? Gaslighting?Â
You let out a brief laugh of disbelief, a glare that could kill aimed right at Ramsay.
âFirst of all, donât call me babe, or sweetheart, or anything like that ever again, you â you disgusting worm! And second â are you stupid ? I would never let you use my words for your shitty ass band! Why would I ever want to be associated with that ?â
Angered now, Ramsay spits out, âI seem to recall that you loved being associated with my bed, slââ
âDonât you dare talk to her like that,â Aemond sneers, slamming his hand on the table. âYouââ
Aemond stops himself when he sees the look on your face.Â
The ire. The frustration. The mortification.
Itâs not worth it, he thinks. As much as he wants to humiliate Ramsay further, Aemond needs to get you out of the situation â now.Â
You are his priority.Â
Aemond grabs his wallet out of his pocket and throws a couple hundred bills on the table, addressing the table, âYouâre all a bunch of right sodding pricks.â
Then he rounds the table where you are and offers his hand out for you.Â
You take it quickly with a tight squeeze and a watery smile up at your boyfriend, and then the two of you are off.
Although the mood is beyond ruined, Aegon grins at his newly humbled friends, leaning across the table to snatch the money Aemond had graciously gave.Â
âWell, that was fun!â
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As soon as the two of you step out onto the sidewalk, Aemond has you wrapped around his arms.
âIâm so sorry,â he says to you softly. âYou didnât deserve any of that.â
ââS not your fault,â your voice is muffled, face buried into his chest. Youâre not crying, at least not yet. You donât want to either, none of them are worth your tears.
You pull away slightly, your fingers still gripping on the lapels of Aemondâs coat as you glance up at him. âThank you for standing up for me.â
âDonât thank me,â Aemondâs voice breaks a little, his heart breaking from the tears rimming around your sad eyes. âI should haveââ He sucks in a breath, shaking his head, disappointed in himself. âI should have done more.â
Then his gaze is on you again, remorse heavy in that violet eye. âIf I had known that Ramsay had stolen your poetry, I would have told you. You know that, right?â
âI know, donât worry,â you frown, still grasping with the fact that one of your favorite piece of writing is somewhere out there, in some shitty acid metal rock song. âAt least I know nowâŠâ
Aemond glances back at the restaurant, his hand closing into a fist. He wants to go back in there and wipe that infuriating smirk off of Ramsayâs face forever.Â
âHey, look at me,â with your hand on his face, you bring his attention back on you. âI want to forget about everything that just happened, okay? I donât care about any of them in there, I just care about you. I donât want them to ruin this beautiful day that I was supposed to spend with you, Aemond.â
Because of the softness of you and your words, the tension that had overtaken Aemond finally dissipates. Relaxing from your touch.Â
âThe day isnât over yet,â he reminds you, allowing a small smile to spread on his lips.Â
You shake your head, returning his smile with a tiny one of your own. His head turns slightly to kiss your inner wrist. So comforting and sweet. âItâs not.â
Letting your hand fall from his face, you intertwine it with his hand instead.Â
âIâm pretty sure thereâs some sort of promotion at Hot Pies this weekend,â you let him know about the diner close by campus that you and your friends (and now Aemond as well) are regulars at. âBottomless hot chocolate.â
âBottomlessâŠÂ hot chocolate ?â
You nod eagerly, an excited grin lighting up your face, making Aemond laugh fondly.Â
âWell, we canât miss that.â
âNope! No, we canât!â
His smiling lips pressed onto yours before he turns to go. But just when he pulls your hand to lead back to his car, you pull back, causing him to pause to glance back at you, puzzled.
You are not looking at him â not into his eye, anyway. Your gaze is downcast, on where your hand is intertwined with his.Â
âDid you mean itâŠâ you begin softly, uncharacteristically bashful. â... that you like my stuff?â
This time, it is Aemondâs turn to ease your mind.
Without a word, he shows you his phone screen. A habit he learned from you and your friends. Whether itâs to let him see a stupid TikTok, a funny text, or funny meme; you and your friends are notorious for sharing your screen. Aemond has a feeling that you all know each otherâs lock screen passcode.
Brows drawing together in confusion, you blink prettily between him and his phone. Aemond grins, urging you to look with a nod of his head.
Your gaze narrows at him, confused and suspicious yet piqued, and so you take the phone from his hand.
On the screen, he has his phone gallery pulled up, in a folder titled: ___âs poems.
And thatâs exactly what it was, a folder full of your poetry, screenshots from the different websites, social medias, and publications you had posted them on. You press on the latest one, and itâs dated back to two weeks ago. You scroll through and notice that each one had been favorited, indicated by the tiny white heart on the corner. The oldest picture was saved on the day you competed in the slam poetry contest.
âAemond⊠what is this?â You ask, sniffing from the cold and perhaps something else.
Pulling his favorite scarf off his neck, your boyfriend takes a step closer towards you with the prettiest smile that makes your heart feel all warm.
âAfter watching you perform your poetry at the competition, I just⊠I couldnât stop thinking about you on that stage,â You listen to his soft voice while you watch with him with watery eyes as he gingerly and tenderly starts to wrap the soft cashmere around you. âYour way with words is so captivating. They made me think, they made me feel, they made me see the world in a different lens. A better lens â one that is beautiful yet sometimes melancholic, but always so heartfelt and true. itâs just soâŠâ Now that you are warmly bundled up by his doing, Aemond cradles your face in his hands and murmurs through his breathtaking smile, â You .â
And then he is pressing a kiss on your lips that has you feeling faint, swooning like a lead actress in an old time movie.Â
You part away from each other, but you lay your hand over his on your cheek to keep it there. Keep him close. After what happened and what he just told you, you feel so safe with him.Â
âIâŠâ he trails off as soon as he started, bashful all of the sudden.Â
âWhat?â You question teasingly, a grin spreading on your lips as you notice the blush spreading on his cheeks. Knees bending and head tilting at an uncomfortable angle, you try to annoy him further, âAemond, tell me . Tell me!â
He presses his lips together, as if regretting even opening his mouth in the first place. But then you look up at him with those eyes of yours and he canât deny you.
âI reread your poems whenever Iâm missing you.â
ââŠoh,â you say, straightening up slowly, face not betraying anything. Completely cool and perfectly chill.Â
But your heart?Â
Oh, itâs down bad . Downright horrendous. Absolutely helpless at this point.Â
âIââ you stop yourself, giggling nervously. Oh Gods, you almost said it.Â
You feel it. You know you do. Itâs undeniable at this point.Â
But you want the first time you say it to be perfect.Â
So instead you lean up to kiss his cheek, murmuring in his ear, âThank you.â
Aemond turns his face, quickly capturing your lips before you could pull away. It catches you completely by surprise, but it was a nice one, judging by the way you hum happily as you nuzzle deeper into the kiss, your dainty fingers grasping onto his biceps. Hands on your waist, Aemond pulls you closer, but when he does, he feels your stomach rumbling â even through your peacoat.
âLetâs get you something to eat, pretty girl,â Aemond says, laughing when you peck his lips two, three â or five â more times when he tries to pull away. He returns your sweet kisses one last time with a cheeky smile and then he takes your hand.
Aemond tries to lead you to his car. But again, you stay rooted in your spot, tugging him back to you. Concerned, Aemond searches the way you are looking at him, eyes clear and curious, playful almost â unlike how it was watery and sad like it was before. Relief floods through him, and so he waits for you to speak.
â So , umâŠâ You play with his hand, just beating around the bush. He tilts his head in confusion, so you just come out with it, âYou datedâŠÂ Luvie ?â
Glancing away from you, Aemond squints at the sky, clearing his throat gracelessly. âWellâŠÂ yes . Sort of, kind of⊠It was barely anything, actually.âÂ
âWhat?! Are you serious?! You have to tell me everything !â You exclaim in awe. How could your boyfriend keep this from you?! âHowâd you two meet? Who asked who out first? What ... actually, donât tell me everything . I donât, you know, want all the gory details of you two⊠doing thingsâŠâ
While you rambled, your boyfriend successfully got you into his car.
âWe didnât!â
âUh-huh, okay. You dated Pop Baseâs Hottest Woman of the Year and you didnât do anything, mhm ⊠So start talking, Aemond Targaryen.â
âCan we at least wait until we get to the diner? Iâll tell you everything you want to know.â
âFine⊠You better â but wait⊠does this mean you know Jacob Elordi? Theyâre best friends, you know! You should introduce me to him if you doâŠâ
âWhy do you want to be introduced to JacobâŠ?â
â Huh. First name basis⊠I see⊠And no reason⊠no reason at allâŠâ
âThat face youâre making is adorable but I donât trust it.â
âDonât worry, silly . Youâre still my number one crush⊠Jacobâs just my number twoâŠÂ minus point five. âÂ
âWhat?â
âWhooo! Bottomless hot chocolate!â
Aemond joyfully laughs at your attempt to switch the subject, glancing over at you with so much fondness.Â
You turn on Luvieâs Why to get a rise out of him, but as he listens to the lyrics, he finds himself bopping his head along with the music while thinking about you.
All the love songs tend to do that now.
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đ” crosswords · olivia dean
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As painful as the brunch incident was, it might have been a blessing in disguise.Â
Aemond has been doing everything to make it up to you â not that you were asking him to do anything. He was just doing it on his own accord. Little things to make you smile.Â
Which is why Aemond finally agreed to visit his father with you.Â
Youâve asked him casually a couple times before in the past, but he always declined with some excuse. You never pressed him to explain, realizing he must have a reason. But still, you knew how much his father misses him and the rest of his siblings so you always offered him a choice to accompany you if he ever wanted to.Â
Today is that day.Â
On the drive over, you can tell Aemond is uneasy just by a few subtle nuances. You can read Aemondâs mood pretty well by now.
Laying a hand on his lap, you say, âItâs totally fine if you donât want to go.â
Aemondâs eye flicks over to you for a quick second before itâs back on the road. âI want to. I just⊠I havenât seen him in a while, so⊠I hope itâs not strained. I donât want to put you between that.â
You hum, understanding. It has been a long time since Aemond visited his father â or talked to him â you donât exactly know what caused the falling out but you are sure you stopped seeing Aemond or Aegon visit a couple months before you and Aemond started dating.
All you know is that Viserys is very tuned in and joyous whenever you talk about Aemond with him. Acting more like your girlfriends than the girls do, goading for you to tell him more, tell him mor e like the musical Grease.Â
(You are still trying to forget about how a few days ago, you had been gushing about Aemond to his dad and even thanked him for encouraging you to go to that party that started all this. Throughout your spiel, Viserys had that knowing look on his face and you knew right then that he knew exactly how you feel about Aemond.
Itâs so embarrassing. Love is so embarrassing.Â
So again, you are trying to forget about that.)
Hoping that Viserys wonât bring any of that up, you offer your boyfriend a comforting smile and a light squeeze on his thigh. âIâm sure heâll just be happy to see you.â
Aemond looks over at you again and instantly loosens up. There should be a study done on how easily you can disarm him with just a simple smile.
Aemond holds your hand tightly as the two of you step up to the door of his fatherâs home. Mostly to keep you from falling on the ice on the ground since you are quite clumsy, but he also needs you as an anchor to make him feel braver.
You let the both of you inside with your key, his father already knows that the two of you will be visiting.
Inside, you call his fatherâs name out while you rid yourself of your winter jacket and boots. You slip on your indoor slippers and grab the medical bag from the closet. Might as well do a routine checkup while you are there.Â
Aemond watches you, looking more at home at his fatherâs house than he feels. Itâs a little backwards, but he does know he is partly at fault. He hasnât been back here since before this school year started and heâs been dodging all this fatherâs attempt to speak to him â only answering in stilted very brief texts or through his mother or Helaena. His father doesnât even know the reason why Aemond became so cold towards him all of the sudden.Â
Itâs complicated.Â
âHere, let me,â Aemond says after hanging up his coat, taking the medical bag from you. He actually stumbles a little when you hand it over fully, completely taken aback by how heavy it is. He stares at you for a moment in absolute awe.Â
Gorgeous, intelligent, and strong. Aemond really did get so lucky with you.Â
âWhat?â You question, and he shakes his head, looking down to smile to himself.Â
The conservatory, of course, is where you find Viserys. But when Aemond steps into the room and sees his father sitting by the big windows, he freezes in shock, stomach dropping in unease. The sight of his father now shocks him greatly.
It has only been seven months since Aemond last saw him, and sure that might be more than half a year but Aemond didnât think it was that long. Not that Viserys was the picture of health all those months ago, but this change is alarming.Â
Viserys is incredibly frail and thin now, skin a slight jaundice, and almost completely bald with only a few spots of hair left. He is staring out the window, milky eyes serene yet sad.
It takes Viserys a moment to glance over when you call him, but when he does, his mouth breaks into a wide smile when he notices Aemond beside you.Â
âMy boy!â Viserys cries, voice hoarse and weak. âYouâre here!â
Aemond takes a hard swallow, an attempt to keep down the bile and guilt threatening to spill out. His breathing shortens, hands clammy and shaky. He wants to turn and run and â
A hand slips to intertwine with his, soft and warm, squeezing his hand three times. He turns his head and meets your sweet gaze and easy smile, comforting beyond belief. As his breathing evens out and his hands become steady, your head tips towards his father, a silent question which he answers with a nod. And so together, you make your way towards the older Targaryen.
âHello father,â Aemond greets, allowing you to take the medical bag from him so you scrounge through it while he takes his fatherâs hand to pay him respect. Â
âI see youâve been doing well,â Viserys says with a kind smile after Aemond gets on one knee to press the back of his fatherâs hand onto his forehead.Â
Standing up straight, Aemond clears his throat again, blinking away the wetness in his eye while he nods. âYes, I have been⊠How have you been doing, father?â
âIâve been doingââ Viserys takes a pause to cough, a hacking sound that makes Aemond cringe, ââ well, I could be doing better, if your lovely girlfriend or Samwell will allow me a sweet treat every once in a while.â
Your eyes roll without malice, pricking his finger to check his blood sugar. âOnce your blood sugar level lowers then Samwell will let me know if you're allowed anything sweet. But until then⊠So rry !â
You flash him a toothy smile after you sing-song your apology that makes Viserys laugh. The older man exchanges a look with his son, one of shared fondness for you.
âAemond, please catch me up! What have you been doing lately? How are classes going? I heard from ____ that you two went to a pottery class a few days ago, how was that?â
While you go through other tests and diagnostics to send to Sam, you allow them to catch up. Aemond was a little wooden with his answers at first, but as time went on, he became more comfortable. Especially when you would throw in a comment or joke here and there that would make the both of them laugh.Â
In the kitchen, you and Aemond work together to make a quick lunch. You show him his fatherâs meal plan, Aemond humming in understanding as explain to him the diet and why the food you are making helps. Before you take the food back to the conservatory, Aemond presses a tender kiss on your lips and thanks you for taking care of his father.Â
After lunch, Viserys challenges Aemond to a game of Cyvasse. Apparently, according to Viserys, Aemond is the only one who has ever come close to beating him. Aemond accepts, warning his father that just because he hasnât been around, that doesnât mean he is out of practice. Him, Jon, and Robb have a little competition going on some mobile game app.Â
Despite said practice, Aemond loses the first two games they play. He didnât go down easily, though. Both games were some of the most intense games of Cyvasse youâve ever witnessed. Youâve seen Viserys play against Jon, the security boys (Grenn, Pyp, and Eddison), and Sam; and you believe that Aemond is the only one who has come closest to defeating Viserys.
You had not realized that your boyfriend is so competitive. After he loses the third time, he sets up the board again for another.Â
This fourth game is going on for a while. The longest Cyvasse game youâve ever watched, and yet, instead of being bored, you are sat, entranced with the back and forth of wit.
It wasnât looking good for Aemond, your boyfriend rubbing his temple and sighing deeply during all his turns. Meanwhile, Viserys is sitting straight, serene, like everything is going to plan.
Viserys takes Aemondâs catapult off the board and you think itâs doomed. Judging by the way Aemond narrows his gaze on the board, scrutinizing every move he could make, he is probably thinking the same.Â
But then suddenly, a smirk lifts the corner of Aemondâs lips.
Slowly, his lithe fingers pick up his dragon and he moves â his eye flashing across to his father, triumph in that lilac gaze, a watch this â knocking over Viserysâ king piece.
Your mouth gapes, stunned. Did that just happen?
You glance between them, hand over your mouth, still unable to comprehend it. It had looked like Viserys was winning from your terrible understanding of the game. Even Aemond looked frustrated just a minute ago. But now�
Aemond won.
The room is still and silent. Viserys looks dumbfounded, eyes searching the board for where he went wrong.
And then, after a long pause, Viserys breaks into a hearty laugh and proud smile. âWell done, my boy!â
He beckons Aemond over, and when Aemond does, Viserys wraps his arms around him. Aemond startles, hesitant, but slowly and surely, his arms wrap around his father as well.
Aemond peers at you from over Viserysâ shoulder, and you exchange smiles. Then he lets his eye close, burying his face into the crook of his fatherâs shoulder with a content sigh.
Your hands itch for a pen and paper to immortalize this moment forever.Â
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đ” talking to strangers · maisie peters
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It is the perfect Saturday night.
Lights down low, your favorite romantic comedy movie on the television screen, food from your favorite restaurant scattered on the coffee table, and you are comfy on the couch, cuddling your favorite â Ghost.
Tonight, you and the direwolf are alone in the apartment, his owner out on a boyâs night . The same boyâs night that your boyfriend is also partaking on.
âSo, Robb asked me to hang out with him and the other guys this Saturday.â
Aemond had tried to look cool and collected when he told you, but you could tell he was surprised and happy that he had been invited. Itâs cute. You hope theyâre having fun.
âBut not too much fun. Amiright, Ghost?â
Ghost tilts his head from side to side several times, not understanding you. You giggle, hugging him closer.
Youâre sure that the boys are just doing their usual bar hopping â with maybe a trip to the arcade or bowling thrown in. You just hope they donât scare off or traumatize Aemond with their crazy escapades.Â
Theon sent you a snap just 15 minutes ago, with all of them in their Uber, singing (screaming) at the top of their lungs to âCan't Take My Eyes Off Youâ since you told him what movie you were watching. Even their driver â Tormund, per the caption on the snap â was singing along with them. All of them were clearly already wasted to some degree. Though you only see Aemond for a quick second, he looks like he is having fun too, which makes you happy.  Â
take care of my boyfriend or else, greyjoy đ€Ź
In which, Theon had just replied with:
*gulp* đ„Ž
You and the girls had a girlâs day earlier that morning as well, but it was much more tamed. Margaery treated you all to this fancy nail place where you can order drinks while getting your nails done. You got your nails painted a nice shade of red since the holidays are coming soon. You canât wait to show Aemond, he always likes red on you.
Itâs during the middle of The Princess Diaries when you hear the struggle outside your front door. You check the time on your phone â 2:03 AM â and assume it must be the boys bringing Jon home.Â
Pouting that you have to leave Ghostâs warmth, you squeeze him tight before you get up to pad over to the door. Itâs clear that whoever is outside is trying to fit the key inside the lock, but isnât successful with every muffled curse word you hear. Peering through the peephole, you are greeted with Robbâs forehead, so you unlock and open the door.
âOh, thank Gods,â Robb rejoices, accidentally dropping Jonâs carabiner that holds his keys onto the ground. When he picks it up, thatâs when you see Aemondâs holding up Jon behind him. The latter is so drunk he can barely stand on his own.
âWhoaâŠâ You lean against the door, arms crossing, shaking your head at the state of your best friend. âBowling?â
Jon is notoriously bad at bowling and whenever the boys do their bowling drinking game, itâs the only time Jon comes home absolutely plastered.Â
âYup!â Robb proudly answers. âIt was me and Aemond against Jon and Theon. Aemond and I won, clearly.â
âClearly,â You say with a laugh. âWhereâs loser #2?â
âHeâs in the Uber, which I should get back to before he throws up all over it,â Robb says, handing you Jonâs keys. âItâs a Tesla, ____, and I canât afford to pay cleaning fines right now after all the gift shopping Iâve done!â
âAlright, go, go!â You urge, and he gives you a quick hug and says his goodbye to Jon and Aemond â letâs do this again soon, lads! â before running off.Â
â SoâŠÂ Iâm guessing you had fun?â You ask Aemond, opening the door wide enough for him to drag both himself and Jon inside, pressing a kiss on his cheek when he passes by. Aemond hums happily and nods.Â
â UuurghhhâŠÂ â
âI wasnât asking you , Jon. You obviously had too much fun. â Â
It was a two person job to take Jon to his bedroom and tuck him into bed, but you and Aemond manage. You leave some Poppyvil and a glass of water on his bedside table before you and Aemond leave him with Ghost climbing up onto his bed.Â
Sitting at the kitchen table with your boyfriend, you talk softly between one another, telling each other about your day. You show off your pretty new set of nails, which he compliments, taking your hands and kissing each of your fingers. You laugh, realizing that although he isnât as visibly drunk as Jon and Robb, he still is tipsy enough to do things that he usually wouldnât do while sober.Â
During his turn to talk about his night, he takes a pause to hydrate. You watch him with your chin in the palm of your hand, visibly swooning at the sight of him. He is so regal and beautiful, and all he is doing is drinking water. The pretty curve of his neck exposed while his pretty Adamâs apple bobs with every swallow.Â
But then his head tips back to get what little is left in the cup, and your eyes snap wide open, awoken from your daydreaming.Â
Because right there, on his left earlobe that was obscured by his gorgeous silvery hair until this very moment, is a small silver hoop earring.Â
You gasp out loud, standing up from the chair swiftly while pointing at it. âWhat is that?!â
Aemond jumps slightly at your sudden exclamation, touching where you are pointing, then he laughs sheepishly as he remembers. So many things happened during the boyâs night that he almost forgot about it. âOh, thisâŠ? Well, you see⊠the boys said they were all planning on getting one, and that I didnât have to⊠But then Theon said that someone⊠well, nevermind â why? Does it look awful?â
You take a step towards him, fitting yourself in between his legs. Aemond naturally makes room for you, pleased to finally be so close to you after the whole day of being without. Â
From this close, you are able to fully admire his new piercing. The silver matches well with his undertone, you think as you gently trace the curvature of his ear, careful not to touch the still sensitive lobe.Â
He was already so unbelievably beautiful before, but nowâŠ
âAemond, Iâm sorry⊠I donât think I can do this,â you say, voice low yet full of feelings, dramatic as you shake your head and your face crumples. Instantly concerned, Aemond quickly searches your face, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you toward him. He murmurs a soft and adorably confused darling, what are youâŠ? but you continue, âI have very weak muscles. I canât fight for my life. I mean, Iâll obviously try â I really will! ButâŠâ Â
You place your hands on both sides of his shoulders, sensually massaging down towards his chest and up again. Aemondâs eye goes wide, taking a hard swallow. âI donât know if I can win against everyone whoâs gonna go after you now that you have that piercing. Like, you were already hot before, but now you are downright criminally hot. I canât fight, Aemond,â you lean down, whispering sultrily into his ear, âWhat if I donât win?â
You feel his whole body shivering, his hands on you clutches tighter. âYou have no competition. Youâll always win with me.â
â YeahâŠ? â You question softly, smirking with glee.
Aemond takes your chin gently between his fingers and turns your head toward him. The way he is looking at you has your heart beating incredibly fast. There is that twinkle in his eye that lets you believe that you can trust everything he says to you, that he will never lead you astray.Â
âYes,â Aemond murmurs as he moves to hover his mouth over yours, his thumb tracing your jaw. âItâs only ever going to be you.â
He closes the space between you, kissing you hard and slow. His hand wraps around your neck, causing you to gasp softly which allows for Aemond to slip his tongue inside your mouth. It escalates after that, Aemond licking in your mouth with a moan, prying away for a moment just to catch your mouth at a different angle. Breaking apart then meeting over and over and over again. Â
Aemond tries to pull you into his lap, to get you going on his thigh like he knows you love to do, but you push away from him gently with a soft laugh. He pouts up at you, and you just shake your head.   Â
âI wanna do something for you,â you whisper to him, turning his head to the side to press a sloppy kiss on his neck, just under his newly pierced earlobe.Â
âWhatââ Aemond cuts himself off with a choked groan, your knee rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants. His reaction has you giggling as you kiss down his neck.
His heavy lidded eye watches as you go down onto your knees, slow , with your hips swaying from side to side. Your hands are on his body the entire time, caressing down too.Â
A dance just for him, and he is captivated by it.
When your knees press against the wooden floor, you make Aemond spread his leg wider for you. Rubbing back and forth along his thighs, you deliberately avoid where he really wants to feel your touch.
âI wanna make you feel good,â you say with a lick of your lips.Â
Aemond squirms in his seat, clearly already pent up. âSweetheartâŠâ
This is supposed to be a treat, so you donât tease him any further, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants effortlessly. Aemond lifts his hips, enabling you to pull his pants and boxer briefs down just below his knees, his length flopping up to his stomach.
You take him in your hand. Perfectly red nails wrapped around his flushed red, aching cock.Â
Itâs a pretty sight, and you believe Aemond thinks so too, judging by the way he twitches in the palm of your hand, the tip of his cockhead oozing pre.
As soon as you start to stroke him, Aemond moans out loud, causing you to stop immediately. Brows drawing together in confusion, he whimpers like a wounded puppy, but you just press a finger to your smirking lips. âYou have to keep quiet, Aemond. We canât wake Jon or Ghost up,â slowly, using his precum to make your movements smoother, you begin to stroke him again, âCan you keep quiet for me, baby?"
Biting down hard on his bottom lip, Aemond only nods. Keeping quiet like he just promised.Â
Aemond is doing such a good job. Even when you start to play with his heavy balls â kneading and rolling it against your other palm â he doesnât make a single sound. He is leaking profusely now, your hand dripping with him.Â
Fluttering your eyes up at him, you lean forward to kitten lick his spend trailing down the back of your hand still wrapped around his cock, and Aemond has to close his eye and pray to not say anything. A praise for you bitten at the tip of his tongue.
Noting the way he is struggling to keep quiet, you pump his shaft a few more times before you squeeze him tight just around the base. This causes his hip to thrust forward, his fist flying up so he can bite down on his knuckles.
âBaby,â you murmur, and Aemond opens his eye gradually, peering down at you. His chest is expanding greatly, breathing heavily. Your head turns sideways, sucking and kissing along the thickest vein on his cock, then ending with a broad lick around his tip. âGuide me, okay? Want to make it feel so good for you.â
Aemond nods, resting his hand on the back of your head, watching as you lower your mouth to his cock. The sheer size of him used to intimidate you, but youâve had him down your throat enough times now that you know you can take him quite well.Â
Aemond shivers as your lips wrap around him, humming on your descent down. He tenderly tucks your hair behind your ear, getting a better look of himself disappearing inside your pretty mouth.Â
As your hot saliva coats him, the way you are hollowing your cheeks feels too good. His hand grips tight onto the back of your head, unable to stop himself from pushing your head deeper down on his cock. Soon, his tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag around him but he doesnât let up â he is not fully inside yet. You are not giving up either, tapping your finger on his thigh to let him know you are capable of taking more.Â
He pulls you back a little, then he pushes you forward again, this time your nose is brushing into the hair around the base of his shaft and your mouth is stuffed full entirely of him. You swallow multiple times around him, your throat feeling the way he throbs and twitches uncontrollably.Â
Then he lets go of the back of your head, grinning down at you, allowing you to do your worst. You get sloppy with it, drool dripping all over his cock as you deepthroat him until he is becoming even more and more sensitive, his release coming soon.
Aemond canât hold back anymore â a loud panting moan falling out of his thoroughly bitten lips.
You glance up â and if you werenât already choking on his cock or had tears in your eyes, you definitely will have now. Â
The golden glow of shitty kitchen light serves as a divine halo around Aemond. With his head tipped back, mouth wide open in a muted moan, the silver of the piercing shining brilliantly â he looks like an angel.Â
Aemond comes beautifully, he always does.Â
You pull back enough for his cock to lay on your tongue, letting him shoot his load into your mouth. He softens on your tongue before you completely move away, and he watches as you swallow down his tangy taste without any complaint. Even wiping your messy mouth with a satisfied smile.Â
Aemond pulls you up to him, and you sit to the side on his lap while your hands intertwine behind his neck.
âYour turn,â Aemond says as his heated mouth finds yours.
You shake your head, giggling as he kisses along your jawline. âNuh-uh, Iâm tired. Itâs like 3 AM, Aemond.â
âButââ
It is frantic scratching on a door and whimpering that pulls the two of you away from each other.Â
Alarmed, you meet each other's gaze.
Oh, no⊠You woke up Ghost. He is probably worried about all the noises he is hearing. Poor baby.
âLetâs let him out, calm him down, and then go to bed.â
âRight, Okay.â
âAemond! Put your dick back in your pants first!â
âShit, right!â
You laugh, kissing him while he does just that.Â
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đ” heart out · the 1975
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Aemond has been visiting his father a lot lately. At least three times a week. Most of the time with you but there were some days he actually went on his own.Â
Itâs strange, but nice. It feels like he is getting to know his father again. Repairing their relationship that his father had no idea was broken in the first place.
So when he gets a call from Viserys, asking him to come by with just him, Aemond gives him his word that heâll be there after his last class of the day.Â
The last class ended up being canceled so he arrives at his fatherâs mansion earlier than expected, pulling up at the same time as his fatherâs nurse, Samwell. Â
âHello Samwell,â Aemond greets with a nod, as they walk up the path together.
âOh, hi Aemond!â Sam exclaims with glee. âItâs nice to see you around here again!â
âYeah, it is,â Aemond smiles, helping Sam with the packages left out on the front door. While Sam unlocks the door, Aemond shifts from one foot to the other, pursing his lips to the side. âCan I ask you something?â
Entering the house together, and scuffing off the snow on the soles of their boots, Sam nods at Aemond. âOf course!â
Aemond takes a shallow breath. âHow do you think heâs doing? Anything I should be concerned about?â
Samwell frowns, taking a moment to figure out how to say what he is going to say next. âTo be honest, Aemond, he could be doing better. Iâm actually here because the doctors are concerned about the numbers ___ sent us yesterday. Theyâre not so bad that it warrants an immediate visit to the hospital, but they are preparing a room for him to stay after his bi-weekly visit on Friday.â
Aemond hums, frowning. That doesnât sound good.Â
Aemond follows Samwell around to look for his father, but they donât find him in any of his usual spots. The conservatory, the living area, the kitchen, his bedroom â all empty.Â
It makes Aemond really nervous. Luckily Sam is there and he is more levelheaded. âLetâs split up. Iâll tackle upstairs and you check the other rooms on this floor, okay?â
They quickly get to work. Every room Aemond finds empty has dread running down his spine.Â
Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?Â
âFound him!â He hears Samwell cheerily call from somewhere on the second floor, allowing Aemond to let out a breath of relief.Â
Aemond climbs up the stairs, three steps at a time. He calls out, and when Samwell answers, he follows his voice.Â
He finds himself standing in front of an open door to a room that he has only been into once before.
Because itâs Aemmaâs art room, Viserysâ first wife.Â
Inside, he can see Samwell already tending to his father, but Aemond stands there, not knowing what to do. It wasnât forbidden for him to go in there, but it was a taboo between him and his siblings. And it seems that those made up rules are still ingrained in his head.
Because Aemma is the reason his father didnât fully love his mother. Aemma is the reason his father didnât love him or his other siblings. Aemma is the reason for the divorce. And Aemma is part of the reason for the will that he and Aegon found in the beginning of summer.Â
At least that was what they were all made to believe.
âAemond, get over here,â Samwell beckons him over. Aemond sees his father wave to him weakly, smile weak as well, and so he swiftly walks towards where Viserys is sitting in front of an unfinished painting on an easel. A painting that hasnât been worked on for 27 years.
âAre you well, father? Should we take you to the hospital?â
Visersy shakes his head. âNo, no⊠I am fine. But can youâŠâ He shakily points to another chair close by, â... bring that chair closer and sit down for me, please?â
Aemond does as he is told, settling down on the chair right in front of his father.
âI have something for you,â Viserys begins. Meanwhile Samwell is busy around them, doing all the things necessary for his job, his father is used to it so he continues, âDo you see that box over there?â
Aemond looks over to where his father is pointing and spies a small dark blue velvet box on the ledge of the easel.Â
âCan you grab it?â
Aemond reaches over, stretching out his arm and is able to grab hold of the box without moving from his chair.Â
Then Viserys urges him to open it with a smile, and so Aemond lifts open the box and what he sees has his brows narrowing together, unable to comprehend why it is in his hands.Â
Itâs a ring â but thatâs not what has him so confused.Â
Aemond knows what this opulent sapphire ring is. There are too many pictures of Aemma Targaryen around the mansion to not know.
âThis is the highly-coveted Targaryan engagement ring, itâs been in our family for thousands and thousands of yearsâŠÂ And I want you to have it, Aemond.âÂ
Glancing up at his father, still confused, Aemond presses, âButâŠÂ why?â
âI hope you donât find it disrespectful, Aemond. I know itâs strange to give you a ring that was the engagement ring that I gave to a woman that wasnât your mother. But itâs a family heirloom, and I always knew it was going to be passed down to one of my children to give to the person that they fall in love with â and I hope I am not being presumptuous to think that you are in love with ___, and Iâm not pressuring you to beââ
âItâs alright,â Aemond cuts him off with a soft smile. âI am⊠I am in love with her.â
Itâs cathartic to finally say it out loud. Now that he has done it, he wants the whole world to know.Â
He and his father share a look, his father appears to be so happy for him.Â
But waitâ
âYou want me to ask her to marry me?â Aemond questions, eye widening in bewilderment.Â
âNo, no!â Viserys shakes his head, laughing. âNot if youâre not ready! You can do it whenever it feels right for you two â if it ever feels right⊠I know feelings can change, and all thatâŠâ
âI donât think my feelings for her will ever change,â Aemond says, so sure of it. âBut Iâm not sure weâre quite ready for that yet. We both still have college to finishâŠâ
Viserys nods, understanding. âI still want you to keep it. Even if you want to buy her a different ring, or how you youths these days donât even find the point in marriageâŠâ He stops to laugh, and even Samwell chuckles a bit, âYou can hand it down to your children.âÂ
âThank you, fatherâŠâ Aemond murmurs, glancing down at the ring. In his head, he imagines himself giving it to you during some grand gestureâ and then another during a small one. Many different scenarios drift though his vivid imagination, and each one feels right. The ring on your dainty finger would look so right. Itâs meant for you.Â
âJust one conditionâŠâ His father holds out his shaky hand, and Aemond cocks his head, questioning. âI get to have a front row seat⊠and Samwell too, along with his wife, Gilly.â
Aemond laughs, nodding along as he takes his fatherâs hand to shake on it. âAlright. I think ___ will also agree to that.â
âFantastic! Gilly loves weddings!â Samwell comments, overhearing the deal.Â
Aemond and father talk a while more, until Samwell wraps up.Â
âOkay, lunch time!â Samwell announces. âAemond, would you like to give me a hand?â
âOf course.â
But the two of them donât even make it out the door before they hear hacking and rough coughing behind them.
Aemond turns, just in time to witness his father falling, hitting his head hard against the floor. His body convulses after the impact, moving erratically.Â
Something is not right.Â
Aemond pales, blood rushing to head, feeling faint.
Is this really happening? This cannot be happening.Â
Samwell rushes past him to attend to his father.Â
Meanwhile, Aemond stands there and stares.Â
Horrified and frozen.
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omg bestieeeee i so need hocker h nd ballerina to talk and smooch !!!!! ngl iâm a sucker for protective and jealous h đ€đ€đ€đ€ đ±
I feel like ive made you guys wait way too long for this one gvkdfjgkf
a continuation of this blurb! (and sort of this one)
word count: 2.3k (we had a lot of ground to cover)
content warnings: minor mentions of smut, slight angst but all is fixed by the end, not ramadan friendly
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talk to me
. . .
Two weeks.
Two weeks of radio silence from Y/N.
Two weeks of over-thinking everything he did that night.
Two weeks of Harry drunk texting her on lonely nights.
please just tell me if you hate me
im so sorry
ill leave you alone if its what you want, I just need to know
Each and every time, Y/N read his messages, eyes scanning over the words, and locked her phone.
The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants from him, if anything. She doesn't know why she felt so attracted to him that night â she was tipsy, not drunk, and in complete control of her actions. She never hooked up with people in public â no messy makeouts, but she certainly never let anyone finger her in the hallway of a bar.
The entire thing was completely unlike her. Maybe that's what scared her the most.
Deep down, she wanted to reply to him, but she didn't even know what to say. She didn't want him to leave her alone â maybe that was selfish, but she liked knowing he was at least a little okay. She'd even been keeping secret tabs on the hockey team. They had won their past two games, but Harry had been thrown out in the most recent one for unsportsmanlike conduct. Apparently, he'd gotten into a fight with one of the players on the other team.
Admittedly, that worried her, but she didn't want to be his babysitter. On top of that, the spring showcase was this weekend, and she'd thrown every last bit of her energy into rehearsing and practicing to make sure her performance would be absolutely flawless.
She didn't have the time â or mental capacity â to worry about Harry right now.
. . .
"You look like an idiot."
Harry rolls his eyes as he adjusts the collar on his button down for the third time. James and his girlfriend Melanie had helped him with ironing it out so it looked presentable enough on his body. Anything he ever did rarely called for slacks and button up shirts, but Melanie advised him to look polished and put-together for tonight.
He wasn't in a place to reject her advice.
The other teammates that James lived with weren't quite as kind. Stephen, a sophomore defenseman who was only on the team for the perks of sleeping with every girl he could get his hands on, wouldn't stop throwing sarcastic comments Harry's way.
"Shut up, Stephen!" Melanie calls from the living room. She marches into James' bedroom as Harry smoothes out a few leftover wrinkles in his slacks, swallowing tightly. "When's the last time you cared about something besides fucking random girls? At least Harry has some direction in his life."
"I'm just saying, the girl's been ignoring him for weeks. She's gonna laugh in his face."
"Leave!" Melanie exclaims, batting him on the shoulder. Stephen lets out a yelp of pain and Harry smirks, despite the anxiety throbbing in his chest. "You're not helping! Get out!"
Reluctantly, Stephen rolls his eyes as he follows Melanie's orders and leaves the room. She sighs and comes up from behind Harry before flashing him a hopeful grin.
"You look great, H. I think this is a really sweet gesture."
He nibbles on his bottom lip as he turns to face her. "Okay, but what if Stephen's dumbass is right? She could call security on me and have me removed."
Melanie gives him a sympathetic look, "Yeah, it's a possibility. But isn't it better to go down fighting?"
He shrugs.
"You said ballet is her everything. It's her entire life. Show her that you're willing to integrate yourself into that."
"Yeah," he breathes out, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you're right."
"I know I am." she grins. "Okay, let's get you over there. Don't forget the flowers you picked up!"
. . .
30 minutes later, Harry can't stop shifting uncomfortably as he sits in an aisle seat in the campus auditorium at Y/N's spring showcase.
The massive bouquet of flowers in his lap keep making his nose run and he feels like he's being suffocated by the buttons on his shirt that go all the way up to his neck. Best of all, according to the show program, Y/N isn't scheduled to go on until the very end. She mentioned to him once that being placed as the finale act is the best and biggest compliment, and he can't fight the bit of pride that thrums in his heart.
For an hour, he sits there, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt and pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he waits for Y/N to go on. He sits through mediocre singing showcases and even a violin solo that almost puts him to sleep, if not for the older man clearing his throat next to him. Melanie and James even text him during the intermission to see how it's going, but he doesn't have much to report back.
Finally, the show comes to a close and her name is announced, following by the title of the French piece of music she's dancing to. His heart throbs in his chest â he's so nervous for her, especially knowing she hurt her ankle just a few weeks back. But the second she graces the stage, she's a vision of beauty, strength, and delicacy all at the same time. It's enough to take Harry's breath away.
As he sits there watching her, he doesn't move a muscle. Not for a single jump, spin, or step. He doesn't know anything about ballet â not aside from what Y/N has told him â but in that moment, he realizes that he'd be willing to learn every little thing there is to know if it meant she let him back into her life.
She's gorgeous. She offers a flawless performance and the second she's finished, a look of relief washes over her face as she takes a subdued bow, her pretty eyes widening when she sees all the people â Harry included â standing and applauding her.
For Y/N, the hard part was over. For Harry, it had just begun.
. . .
Y/N is elated to have a moment of silence after her performance.
With the dressing room door shut behind her, she lets out a long, deep breath. The dance she'd been driving herself crazy over for months was finally over.
And yet, for some reason, she feels empty.
She shoves it down as sits, eager to get her pointe shoes off. She's ready to shed her costume and get into sweatpants and head home. She knows the rest of the performers are heading out to a party tonight, but she's exhausted.
She's sorting through the bag of clothes she brought when there's a soft knock at the door. She knows she only has around 20 minutes to get out before the janitorial staff starts cleaning, so she rises with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it.
"I'll be done soon, I just need to changeâ"
It's not the janitor, though.
It's Harry. Standing there stiffly in a starchy button down with a huge bouquet of flowers that almost encompass the width of his broad shoulders.
"What are you doing here?" she blurts without thinking.
"I came to watch you perform," he replies gently. His throat bobs as he hands her the flowers. "These are for you."
"You didn't watch me." she snorts with a shake of her head. She hasn't accepted the bouquet yet.
"Yes, I did," he instantly fires back, "What, do you wanna see my ticket for proof? I was in seat F34, next to an old man who kind of smelled like soup, and he kept clearing his throat and it was really annoying but I didn't care because I came to see you, and I'd sit through hours of bullshit to watch you dance."
Harry can't read the blank expression of her face, but he takes it as a step in the right direction when she takes the flowers from him. She blinks as she glances past him and then steps aside, motioning for him to come in.
"I have to get my shit together and leave soon, so... just sit in here."
He nods. He's hesitant to allow himself to relax since he's not sure if he's in the clear yet. She closes the dressing room door behind her and places the bouquet on her vanity.
"I need to change," she says, spinning around to face him. "Close your eyes."
He chuckles until he sees the serious expression on her face. "Wait, really?"
"Yes, really."
"But... Iâ y'knowâ"
"Just turn the fuck around, Harry."
He does as he's told, shutting his eyes as he listens to her roll her tights down and step out of her leotard. One day, if she let him, he'd be more than happy to do that for her â not even in a sexual way, but he knows how tiring it can be to take off his own gear after a long game. He thinks it would be nice to be there for her.
"Okay, you're good," she murmurs. She's stuffing her things in her tote bag when he bats his eyes back open.
"Are you meeting up with anyone after this? I'm sure your friends came to see you, but I just wanted to maybe talk and... y'know, clear the air a bit." Harry says, wringing his hands nervously in his lap. Y/N furrows a brow as she analyzes his body language. She doesn't think she's actually seen him look anxious before.
"Um... no," she says with a shake of her head before quickly revising her answer, "No, I mean, I'm not meeting up with anyone and no one came to see me. Except you, I guess."
"Wait, really?"
She sighs as she pauses the process of gathering her things. "Really, Harry."
He swallows tightly. They're silent for a moment as she grabs her jacket and throws it over her shoulders.
"Come over and we'll talk. I borrowed my friend Matt's car for the night butâ yeah, you can follow me to my place or whatever. And I can't promise I'll be awake for much longer but I think clearing the air could be... good."
A rush of relief makes its way through Harry's body.
"Okay. Yeah, let's do that."
. . .
"I never said it, but you were flawless tonight."
Y/N laughs breathily as she settles onto her couch, a cup of sleepy time tea in her hand. Harry rejected her offer for one (his response had been, "Y/N, do I look like someone who drinks tea with a sleeping bear on it?") but he'd be lying if he said it didn't at least smell good.
"I fucked up on one of my jetĂ©s â I'll get yelled at for it on Monday, but otherwise I'm decently content with the performance."
"Well, you couldn't tell," Harry replies, "Seriously. You were perfect."
Her cheeks warm and she stares down at her tea. Her legs are sprawled out in front of her while Harry sits on the other edge of the couch, giving her plenty of room to stretch out.
"So... clearing the air."
Harry clears his throat and nods, prepared to embark on the speech he'd been practicing in his head for weeks. But then, she speaks.
"I'm sorry for running out on you and ignoring you," she says, keeping her gaze down in her lap. "That wasn't... I'm not the best person. I'm bad at feelings and I use ballet as a crutch. I figure it's the one thing I'm really, exceptionally good at, and that should give me a pass in life but I know that's not true. I can't just go around treating people like shit because I'm... scared."
"What are you scared of?" Harry asks through furrowed brows. "I'm sorry if I stepped out of line that night, I should've been betterâ"
"You didn't. You were great. You did everything perfectly," she replies with a shake of her head. Her response surprises him, but he tries to hide the shock on his face. "I'm scared because you're you. You're a hotshot hockey player and, besides this showcase, you're the only other thing I've thought about these past few weeks. That's horrifying for me."
"Is this...?" Harry attempts to roll his lips into a thin line, preventing a smirk from bursting onto his face. "Is this a very Y/N way of telling me that you like me?"
She groans, as if it's the worst thing to ever happen to her, and it makes Harry laugh.
"Don't laugh at me!" she exclaims. That only makes Harry cackle even louder as he slowly crawls over to her, taking her warm cup of tea out of her hands and placing it on the coffee table.
"You're cute when you're exasperated." he murmurs. She pouts and his eyes crinkle with a grin as he peels her shaky hands away from her face.
"You're the one exasperating me."
"I know," he replies lowly, licking his lips as his face hovers over hers, "I like it."
"This isn't us agreeing to date, by the way." she quickly tacks on. He issues out a mhm as he leans forward, testing the waters, and pressing a light kiss to her nose. "We need to take it slow. Like, painfully slow. Or else I'll freak out and run away again."
"Whatever you want." he mumbles, kissing her right cheek. "I mean it."
"And you can't just overwhelm me whenever you feel like it."
He laughs and kisses her left cheek, then her forehead.
"Okay. Any other demands?"
He stops pasting kisses to her face then, instead choosing to simply loom his lips over hers. He can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and watches as she swallows nervously.
"No," she finally whispers. "Just kiss me."
And so he does.
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