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[observancesys]

[thesoftestirises]

carry your throne

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+. this is smut. like... toe curling, pearl clutching inducing, ‘what did he sayyyy?’ smut. minors dni. you will be blocked. ♡ word count : 4.5k ♡ warnings : light degradation, humiliation, quid pro quo set up (fr this could be read as prostitution - but only to one man), name calling, nipple play, breeding, sanctioned cheating, oral, aemond is kinda evil but he’s a sweetie on the inside i promise ♡ summary : If you had met under normal circumstances, you would have been expected to curtsy to him. But you and Aemond were far past societally expected niceties. ♡ a/n : if this seems familiar, it is! it’s a rewrite of the moon knight fic of the same name. i just felt it suited aemond so much it needed to be republished.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest?” A voice whispered into your ear, soft and teasing.

A familiar pair of hands moved to your waist, caressing your curves and playing with the laces of your gown. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin in response to the touch, your body growing warm at just the thought of the person behind you. Experience had not made you numb to the feeling those fingertips brought. You turned around to gaze into the single, pale blue eye you saw in your dreams.

“Prince Aemond,” you said, tilting your head downwards in a polite nod. If you had met under normal circumstances, you would have been expected to curtsy to him. But you and Aemond were far past societally expected niceties.

“Miss Y/N. That dress looks expensive,” Aemond said, his heavy gaze roaming around your frame before coming back to your own eyes.

Time had taught you that every conversation with Aemond went deeper than what was heard on the surface. Every exchange was a performance, an intricate dance where you would circle around the truth and try to gain the upper hand by pretending to care less than the other. There was always a double meaning to every word he said. You supposed it was a habit he picked up from being surrounded by two faced aristocrats. Cruelty masked as politeness, gossip masked as concern. Even though you were both well into adulthood, Aemond constantly made you feel like a clumsy little girl.

“Is it? I wouldn’t know,” you said. You kept your expression neutral and looked down at the vivid blue fabric draped over your body as if seeing it for the first time. As if you hadn’t spent two hours marveling at the intricate lacework before even trying it on. As if you hadn’t had to hide it under your bed to prevent anyone else from seeing and wondering why you were in possession of such a luxury. “After all, you were the one who bought it.”

He smiled in amusement and cupped your cheek, the cool metal of his signet ring pressed against your burning skin. “How’s Ron?”

You fiddled with your wedding ring without thinking. It was a gaudy thing, studded with sparkling gemstones that practically took up half your finger. Of course, none of them were real. As many things with Ron were, it was just for appearances. Appearances were all Ron could afford. All he cared about. His concern with what other people thought had driven the both of you into debt, leaving you to clean up his mess. But your solution to the problem was merely a house of cards. You just hoped it would last long enough for one of you to come up with a better solution than spreading your legs for your husband’s lender.

“He’s fine.”

Aemond hummed in acknowledgment. “Business is good, I presume?”

“It is.”

“Wonderful. Strip.”

You obeyed, quickly and efficiently removing your clothes. Aemond had little patience and didn’t care much for shows. In the beginning of your arrangement with him, he would tear the clothes off you himself if you weren’t quick enough. You had spent many nights hiding out in Aemond’s study until all his servants were off to bed so you could sneak out in a different gown than the one you had arrived in.

Aemond moved across the room to a red leather armchair and sat down while you set your discarded clothes down into a neat pile. You folded your hands in front of you and stared at him, waiting for further instruction. Every rendezvous with Aemond went a little differently. So differently, in fact, that you often felt like you were dealing with entirely different people who were simply wearing the same face. Sometimes, he just wanted you to stand in front of him while he stroked his cock to completion. Other times, he would pin you against a window and whisper immoral filth into your ear while rubbing your clit. Tonight, he watched you with a greedy glint in his eye as he dragged his gaze from your head down to your toes.

“Crawl.”

You sucked in a breath and sank to your hands and knees. The hardwood floors under your skin were unforgivingly cold, but acted as a welcome balm on your feverishly hot skin. You kept your gaze locked on Aemond’s lips as you moved forward, trying to remain as unbothered as possible to spite him. He liked humiliating you, just as he did with everyone else in his life. You tried to avoid giving him the satisfaction of shaming you. He already had more than enough power.

He stopped you with a simple hand motion when you got close enough to touch. “Sit.”

You leaned back and sat straight, allowing Aemond to brush your hair away from your face. You tilted your head up and allowed him to run his fingertips over your jawline, nose, and lips. His touch was gentle, warm, almost sweet. You hated how much you enjoyed it.

“When was the last time Ron fucked you?” Aemond whispered.

“Yesterday.”

He kept his expression neutral, but you could see the distaste on his lips. Perhaps he hated to be reminded that he had to share with someone he thought of as beneath him. “Did you like it? His cock?”

“Yes,” you replied, but it was a second too late. Aemond could easily see the hesitation written all over your face.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“What is it to you if I enjoy being fucked by my husband or not?” You said in a whispered hiss.

He smirked and stroked a thumb over your cheekbone. “Whatever are you so angry for, dove? Are you upset your husband can’t satisfy your cunt the way I do? Maybe next time we should invite him in. I could give him a proper lesson on how to tease and stroke your whore body.”

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and sneered. “Are you going to talk all day or are you going to fuck me, my prince?”

“Patience is a virtue, princess,” he grinned, his teeth appearing inhumanly sharp. He plucked an envelope from the table next to him, tearing it open with an ornate ivory letter opener and extracting the contents. He leaned back in his chair with all the assured air of a refined aristocrat and spread his legs. “Be a dear and busy your mouth, won’t you?”

You glared at him but he ignored you, choosing to focus on the paper he held in his hands instead. A tense silence settled in the room, only interrupted by the sound of Aemond’s drunken servants having their evening meal in the kitchen downstairs. You bit your tongue and sighed to yourself. Pride wasn’t something you could afford anymore. The sooner you sucked him off and gave him his release, the easier it would be for you to go home without drawing suspicion.

You placed a hand on Aemond’s thigh and listened to his pleased hum. The material of his trousers felt like silk, the type of rich and smooth fabric that only the ultra wealthy could afford. You ran your fingertips over the inner seam and drew closer and closer to his cock. His warmth seemed to radiate right through the clothing. It was addictive. You were almost tempted to rub your face against him like a cat in heat.

You glanced up and were annoyed to see he still wasn’t looking at you. You scowled and tugged at his belt, swiftly unbuckling it and loosening his trousers. Aemond’s cock was half hard, the soft skin flushed pink instead of the violent red you were more used to. You spat into your palm and wrapped your hand around the base, gently stroking him as you got yourself warmed up. Even though you’d taken Aemond many times and in multiple positions, his size still intimidated you. You gave the tip of his length a kiss before swiping your tongue over the head. He let out a quiet hum of approval and pushed his cock against your lips more insistently.

“Get on with it, princess. At this pace you’ll be here until sunrise,” he grunted.

You glared at him but obeyed, wrapping your lips around his flesh, his bitter mint flavor washing over your tongue. You found his taste remarkably tolerable, almost arousing. Like his essence was laced with some sort of aphrodisiac. You pressed your tongue up against the underside of his cock and sucked, drawing a pleased sigh from his lips. A steady trickle of precum began leaking from his tip and filling your mouth. You pressed your tongue into his slit and looked up to see if you had gotten his attention. Aemond stared back down at you with a glossy expression, his letter long forgotten on the floor by his feet.

You pulled your mouth off of him, leaving his cock slick and shiny with spit, and pumped his length with the hand you kept wrapped around the base. “Is this satisfactory, my prince?”

“I’ll be satisfied when that pretty face is coated in cum and tears,” he replied, his chest heaving as he dug his nails into the leather of his chair. “Choke on my cock, princess. Let me see you look ravished and thoroughly had. Do that for me and I’ll give you the world.”

You closed your eyes in response to his filth. How he managed to make the dirtiest things sound sexy and pleasurable, you’d never know. “As you wish, my prince.”

You lined his length up with your mouth and took it as far into you as you could. His flesh pressed up against your throat, restricting your air flow and getting your eyes to well up with tears, just as Aemond had wanted. You ignored the discomfort in your mouth and jaw and moved your head up and down over Aemond’s cock. Aesthetics came second to doing whatever got him to react. Eventually Aemond stopped you, pulling his length away from your mouth and taking your chin into his fingers.

“It’s a pity we don’t have a portrait artist on hand to capture the way you look right now,” he said, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb and mockingly pouting at you. “You know, I’ve always admired the way you carry yourself. So poised, so refined. One could easily mistake you for a landed lady. But when I see you like this, I can’t help but think this is where you truly belong.”

He pulled you up and into his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he explored your body with his hands. You pressed your legs together to try to control the dull throbbing in your core and bit back your urge to whine. Aemond placed his lips on your jaw and moved his hands upwards to pluck at your sensitive nipples. You squirmed and pressed back to try to evade the pleasure his fingers brought, but there was no escaping him. He had caged you in his arms, enveloping you into a pine scented embrace. And even if he wasn’t wrapped around you, you weren’t sure you would really want to leave.

“My pretty little dove,” he whispered, squeezing your breasts. “If I were your husband, I would have impregnated you four times over by now.”

“My prince,” you gasped. “Your words are dangerous.”

Aemond merely hummed in response, nibbling at the shell of your ear while continuing to circle and pinch at your buds. Once your nipples were swollen and fully sensitive to the touch, Aemond twisted your head towards him. You obediently let him press at your bruised lips with his fingers and explored his face with your eyes.

Prince Aemond was undeniably good looking. He had a head full of white blond hair, golden skin, a rare smile that could bring a woman to her knees. A god amongst men. But your favorite feature of his had always been his gaze. The raw, unrestrained power on one side, the ghost of his past written on the other. Even now, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his.

“Spread your thighs,” Aemond said.

You obediently opened your legs and leaned your head back against Aemond’s shoulder. His hands directly went to your folds, one hand keeping you spread open, the other playing with your aching clit. You closed your eyes nuzzled into Aemond’s neck as he touched you, circling your bead in a slow, steady pace.

“Sloppy little harlot. Dripping all over my fingers and staining my trousers,” Aemond said, pinching your clit. “No one fucks this body as well as I do. Right, dove?”

“Yes,” you replied breathlessly, desperate to keep his hands on you.

“I’m going to prepare you for my cock, princess. Is that okay?”

“Please.”

Aemond chuckled and kissed your temple before taking your left hand into his. He ran his thumb over your palm and paused when he reached your wedding ring. He examined the glittering paste jewel before taking the band off and placing it on the side table next to him. You opened your mouth to protest but stopped when you noticed him taking off his signet ring. You knit your brows together and watched as he placed the ring on your finger where your wedding ring used to be.

“Hold that for me, won’t you?” he said, kissing the soft skin of your neck before playfully biting down.

You nodded and whined as he returned his fingers to your folds, this time focusing on your entrance. He circled your opening and pressed the pad of his finger in, teasing you without providing any release. You grabbed onto the arms of the chair you were both in and bit down on your lip.

“Please, my prince, I can’t take it,” you begged.

“What is it you wish for, dove?”

“Your fingers,” you breathed.

“And where would you like my fingers, hm? Your pretty breasts? Your sweet mouth?”

“Don’t tease me, my prince.”

“Oh,” he pouted, giving you a look of false pity. “I’m afraid I can’t help you unless you tell me where to touch you. So tell me, princess. Where does this lewd, whore body wish to be touched?”

“My cunt,” you said without hesitation, turning your head towards Aemond. Your gaze was so hazy, you could barely make out his facial features, yet you could easily focus on his berry tinted lips. You stared and longed to close the space between your bodies, to finally taste Aemond’s mouth. But some part of you, the logical part most likely, was demanding you keep your distance.

“Oh, my dove. Was that so hard?” He asked, pressing the finger he was teasing you with inside. You whimpered as Aemond began moving the digit in and out at a steady pace. “How are you always so tight? Is your husband even fucking you?”

“Sh-shut up,” you said, biting back your noises of pleasure. “Put another finger in.”

“Such filthy demands,” Aemond said, pretending to be shocked. He kissed your cheek and did as you asked, pushing another finger into your entrance and curling the digits inside to tease at your walls. You stiffened and let out a strangled cry, writing in Aemond’s arms as he pressed against every sensitive part of you. “Look, dove. Look at where I’m touching.”

You lowered your gaze to where your bodies were connected and groaned. Aemond’s fingers were glistening and flushed pink, dripping with your juices.

“Dirty, isn’t it? You can practically hear how wet you are. Listen,” he whispered in your ear as he parted your folds further to illustrate. “Do you hear that?”

You nodded, watching as Aemond rubbed your swollen clit with his thumb. Every time he moved his fingers, a slick, wet noise came from between your legs. You were mesmerized. Dizzy with pleasure, swept up in the desire that only Aemond could seem to bring out of you. He added another finger while you were lost in your thoughts and kept working you open.

You were only broken out of your trance by the brush of Aemond’s lips against your ear as he spoke. “Are you ready to continue?”

“Yes, my prince.”

He smiled, his sharp teeth on full display once more. You shivered, half in arousal, half in anticipation. He slipped an arm under your knees and another around your shoulders and lifted you up. You snuggled in close as he settled you onto his desk and cleared off the space behind you. The edges of the mahogany table felt harsh and unyielding underneath your hips, but you could barely focus on that when Aemond had his hands on your thighs.

“Beg for my cock, princess.”

“My prince,” you said, cupping the side of his face and brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “I need you inside me. Take me. Please.”

He smirked down at you and loosened his tie. You laid down and stared up at him as he positioned himself at your entrance. The two of you had engaged in this illicit dance so many times, and yet each time felt like the first. You placed your hands on his chest, curiously stroking the silky fabric of his shirt. The material was thin, allowing you to feel the muscles he hid under his clothing. You briefly lamented the fact that he rarely ever had the patience to strip for you. While you were lost in thought, he took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, softly kissing it before placing it over his heart.

You let out a deep breath and winced as he began pushing inside. He stroked the skin of your hips and made sure to move slowly, keeping his gaze on your face. The pain mixed with pleasure until you could no longer tell which feeling was which. Every nerve in you had been set on fire, the warm arousal in the pit of your stomach flaring up to a heat that rivaled the sun. He bottomed out in you after what felt like an eternity and waited for you to whine at him before he moved.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “I’ll give you what you want, dove. Don’t worry. I’ll tend to your every desire.”

You were too delirious to respond to him, lost in the overwhelming feeling of him filling what felt like every empty space in your body. His warmth, his scent, his touch - he overwhelmed you. He moved in a slow, deep rhythm, careful not to hurt you as he reacquainted your body with his. His consideration for you was sweet, but unnecessary. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped harshly at his shirt.

“I’m not made of porcelain, my prince. Please go faster.”

“Last time I obeyed your commands, I got an angry letter from your keeper,” Aemond said, keeping his slow rhythm steady as sweat began to gather on his brow. “Apparently you told him I had fucked you so harshly, you couldn’t bare to take another cock for two weeks.”

You flushed with heat and looked down in embarrassment. “I was fine.”

“Oh, so you lied?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

“Will you fuck me properly or not?”

“Tell me why you lied to your husband, truthfully, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as your body can handle.”

You hesitated. The rational part of your mind screamed at you not to give someone as manipulative as Aemond information that could destroy you. But the part of you that was at the helm, the animal instincts that polite society had demanded you keep suppressed, thought destruction at the hands of your secret lover sounded seductive. “I did not want to lay with him.”

His lips curved into a slow smile, as if he had been expecting that answer all along. “Trouble in paradise?”

“I wasn’t aware ‘marriage counseling’ was one of your areas of expertise, my prince,” you sarcastically replied. “Fuck me harder or I’ll get myself off.”

At that he frowned, grabbing your hands and pinning them down at your sides. “You are the most infuriating little creature I’ve ever met.”

“Likewise, my prince.”

His lip twitched in displeasure before he slammed into you without warning. You gasped, digging your nails into his desk to keep yourself grounded as Aemond began fucking you relentlessly. Though his rhythm was meant to be a punishment, you enjoyed it far more than you should and quickly found yourself hovering over the edge. You only needed a little push to fully get yourself there. You attempted to move a hand between your thighs to rub your clit, but were still trapped by Aemond’s unyielding grip.

“Let my hand go,” you demanded.

“What for?”

“I need to come.”

“And you thought I’d just let you take your pleasure after how rude you’ve been to me tonight?”

You frowned petulantly. “You promised.”

“You didn’t get it in writing,” he smirked. “But I’ll make you a deal, hm? I’ll deliver everything I promised you if you say one, simple phrase.”

You paused and looked at him skeptically. “What phrase?”

He gave you a gentle smile, bringing a hand to your hairline and wiping away the sweat that had gathered there. “Say that you love me.”

You froze. This was cruel, even for him.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” He asked, slowing the pace of his thrusts until he stopped entirely and released his grip on your wrists.

“Both,” you snapped.

“Why not?”

“Because,” you said, looking away from him as your eyes began to flood with tears. You kept your gaze fixed on a painting of a flower vase and willed yourself to stay calm. You had done everything to prevent yourself from developing feelings, villainizing him in your own mind so you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain of loving someone you could never have. Somehow, despite all odds, he had found you out. You felt embarrassed, ashamed. You were fearful that he’d throw your feelings back in your face, unable and unwilling to reciprocate.

Aemond brought the hand on your forehead down to your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“My princess,” he murmured, his brows drawn together. “Even if you do not say it, I want you to know that I do. Love you, that is.”

“My prince-“

“Aemond,” he corrected.

You licked your lips and nodded. “Aemond, we can’t. I’m a married woman, and you’re a respected member of this community. This affair was bad enough, but to get our emotions involved- this could ruin you.”

“I don’t care,” Aemond replied. “I need you, all of you. My entire life I’ve wanted for nothing. I understand the value of wealth and power, but all of these things that surround me are just baubles to show off to others. I could live without these things. But you, I could never live without you. I crave you. I think about you constantly. You are the only person in my life who I feel at ease with. Everything beautiful and pure in this world reminds me of you. Please, my love. Don’t give up on us before we even have the chance to try.”

You blinked up at him, searching his expressive gaze and only finding affection and overwhelming adoration. “I love you, Aemond.”

He grinned and leaned down, pressing his mouth against yours for the first time. He tasted surprisingly sweet against your tongue and you couldn’t get enough. You tangled your fingers into his soft hair, parting your lips and sighing into the kiss. He shifted his hips back and forward against yours, reminding you he had never pulled out.

You broke the kiss to look at Aemond incredulously. “Did you seriously stay hard that whole time?”

“You know how much I like it when you cry, my love,” he replied, nipping at your lower lip before moving to lick one of your tear stained cheeks.

You shivered in disgusted arousal. “You are a perverted man.”

“I know,” he said, stealing a quick kiss from your lips before moving back to his earlier position. He gripped the back of your knees and looked down at you with a smirk. “But you seem to like that, hm? Maybe that’s something we should explore.”

“Later,” you said, gasping as Aemond’s cock began pressing against a sensitive area inside you. “Oh, right there.”

He wordlessly continued hitting the spot, keeping a steady rhythm as he brought you back to the precipice. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the feeling he evoked inside of you becoming too much for you to handle. At that moment, he moved a hand down to the apex of your thighs and pressed his thumb against your clit. Your climax overwhelmed you, blocking out your vision and leaving you writhing in the aftershocks of pleasure. Aemond finished a few moments after you did, carefully pulling out before finishing on your stomach. You winced as he dragged his fingers through the mess he made and smeared the sticky fluid over your cheeks and lips.

“You make the prettiest picture like this,” he said, massaging the fluid into your skin as best as he could while you squirmed and shot him an annoyed look.

Once you came down from your post coital haze, you looked at Aemond apprehensively. “Did you mean everything you said earlier?”

“Of course I did,” he frowned. “I love you, and I’d do anything to have you.”

“Does that include leveraging your financial control over my husband to take his wife?”

“I did say anything, didn’t I? Don’t worry, I have plans for dear Ronald.” Aemond smirked and gently placed his hands on your hips. “Suppose a certain prince who Ronald was indebted to noticed a few discrepancies in his ledgers? Fraud is a serious crime, my love, especially when you’re defrauding nobility. That’s a guaranteed prison sentence for dearest Ronald. But oh, he would be leaving behind a beautiful wife to fend for herself. Would it be so bad if the handsome prince that Ronald defrauded kindly decided to take in his helpless, pretty wife? It would only be the honorable thing to do.”

You giggled and pulled Aemond down to brush your nose against his. “And would this handsome prince be marrying Ronald’s wife?”

“If Ronald’s wife permits, the handsome prince would not only marry her, he would fill her womb as many times as she likes,” Aemond said.

“I think she’d like that,” you replied, stealing a kiss.

[teabookgremlin]

iris and i had an adventure (went to a children’s theme park with a bunch of other service dogs in training) today here are some pictures

[redacted-confessions]

cain is def bisexual my bidar is going off

all bisexuals should be allowed to kill their brothers yknow? - Iris

[softestpowder]

wolposting hours

[essentionesque]

Goliath still lives in my head rent free and I'm not complaining; he can stay there-

[lonelyquail]

I've been batting around the idea of my ocs iris and allegro being from the same school and vaguely knowing each other and with this I think it is Incredibly Funny to imagine them running into each other After their respective getting fucking worse-nings and having a "who had the worst coping mechanism for just Getting Through College" battle

[guppybycharlybliss]

my followers on this account are so funny. hi nic from school hi august from school who i have been high in the dorm room of so many times hi longterm dear friend i met on doll divine dot com hi ex girlfriend who i reconnected with last year hi guy i met on instagram who i've been friends with for like five years hi irl friend who gives me yuri recommendations hi beloved friend who was just at my house for five days who i induced komaeda related madness in

[m0cachin]

me on my FUCKIN way to enable more irisposting | what food wld be an acquired taste for they! if they had a perfume merch released, what wld its scent be? are they a sweet or savoury person? what's their go-to food order when they dont wanna think too hard abt it? does iris know i want 2 put them in a snow globe and shake them around like the yipee creacher (also i realise half of this is abt food imsosorry

NNNNONONONO DONT APOLOGIZE BUT ALSO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME !!!! ouh.... iris is Me in the damn flesh so i'll answer these one by one

Acquired taste - im not sure abt this one actually 🤔 need to either let it simmer a bit more or let it come to me in a sudden

Perfume - oh it'd definitely be an ocean-y scent but with a mix of flowers and it'd be the kind of fragrance that isnt very... intense at all? i dont know if im making sense here

Sweet or savoury? savory for the win

Go-to food? It depends because for me my go-to food varies a lot but you can't really go wrong with instant noodles can you (jack often pesters them about this he says it's not good for their health if they eat too much of it) (he offers to bring them stuff instead sometimes)

snow globe shakey - no absolutely notnplease dont shake the creacher (me

[aronarchy]

when i was smaller i was very confused by people who believe asexuality can’t exist. i didn’t know how they could understand that some women are only attracted to men and are unattracted to women, and some women are only attracted to women and are unattracted to men, but not that maybe for some people the both are, like, added up. “wdym ‘asexual’ how does that even work.” “oh like well do u know how youre not attracted to girls. and shes not attracted to guys. well basically i’m, like, not attracted to girls the way you’re not attracted to girls, and not attracted to guys the way she’s not attracted to guys.” younger!me thought it made perfect sense and was indisputable logic (over the years i read a lot more of how acephobes think & where their beliefs are traced from and realized they weren’t exactly here for logic but yeah)

[scpwiki-official]

Adding the iris to concepts that are also butch

[observancesys]

it is now... steam shop saturday

why did i make this

[thesoftestirises]

raise your weapon

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : pg-13 in this part, 18+ for potential later parts ♡ word count : 2.3k ♡ warnings: violence, talks of d wording and k wording, and a pg 13 kiss ♡ summary : To most of Westeros, you are the dangerous leader of an antimonarchist rebellion. To Prince Aemond, you are both the bane of his existence and the object of all his desires. This is the story of your first encounter. ♡ an : i’m thinking about turning this oneshot into a smutty miniseries of what happens after aemond finally captures his white whale (aka the reader), but i’d like to see the interest level! comment/send me an ask with your thoughts if you feel strongly!

Your lungs burned. The dusty ground seemed to rise up to meet your bruised feet as you raced across the market square. You turned around to see your pursuers shoving the crowds aside and starting small skirmishes with farmers.

You weren’t sure how you’d been found. You chose Oldtown specifically because it was a large city that you had yet to visit, one where you would theoretically be able to blend in. Trying to find you should have been extremely difficult, if not impossible. Like finding a particular needle in a pile of needles. But apparently, you couldn’t even attempt to barter for eggs without sticking out like a sore thumb. It was those damnable posters the City Watch of King’s Landing had put out. They got your nose wrong, they always did, but it was clearly close enough to draw suspicion from the masses.

The City Watch had been trying to capture you for months now, but they could not move fast enough to actually get close and pose a threat. You made sure to avoid spending any more time than strictly necessary in King’s Landing, and instead moved from kingdom to kingdom haphazardly. Being outside the City Watch’s jurisdiction meant they had to spend valuable time placating the lord of whatever place you were in to allow them to question and investigate their citizens. This time, the City Watch seemed to have completely skipped the placating step and went straight to hunting you in the streets.

You took a quick glance behind you and saw a glint of bronze a few yards away. You cursed and looked around for an escape route that didn’t depend on you being able to outrun your pursuants. A few feet in front of you, a stack of boxes led up to a third story balcony with open doors. The climb seemed precarious, but you figured a fall would be safer than staring down the point of a broadsword.

You purposely knocked over two stands of tomatoes and onions, ignoring the protests of the merchants behind the stalls, and began climbing as the commotion behind you blocked the way of the guards. Once you were able to get a foothold on the balcony, you toppled the boxes behind you, hitting a few guards in the face. You smirked to yourself in satisfaction and dashed into the open flat, slamming the doors behind you.

The occupants of the room, three beautiful young ladies, stared at you in shock. You gave them a sheepish look.

“You have a lovely home,” you said as you shuffled to the exit and snatched a bottle of wine and a silk scarf off a table. “Mind if I borrow this? It’s for a good cause. Thanks!”

You swept out of the room and made your way into the hallway. You pulled the cork out of the bottle with your teeth, spitting it onto the ground and taking a swig. It was a sweet wine, one that would be a pity to waste, but you couldn’t afford to get drunk on the run. You smashed the bottle against a wall to create a makeshift weapon as you headed to the roof.

The midday sun beat against your skin relentlessly. There were no coverings, no buildings, and no people to provide shadows for you to take shelter in. Up here, you were completely exposed to the elements. And to potential enemies. You needed to find a way to get back on the ground without being followed.  

You wrapped the scarf around your neck, carefully securing it in place. Taking a deep breath, you sprinted across the roof and jumped onto the top of another building, just barely making it over the parapet. You placed your hand over your rapidly beating heart and let out a surprised laugh. Okay, you could do this.

You ran across six roofs before you finally landed on top of a building with an unlocked door you could sneak into. You lifted your scarf over your head, carefully covering your nose and mouth and headed inside.

The first thing you noticed was how unusually quiet the building was. It was only after the door slammed behind you that you realized you had walked into a trap.

“Miss Y/N,” a voice spoke.

You froze and turned around. An unfamiliar man with long, pale hair and a patch covering his right eye stood at the bottom of the narrow stairwell you were in. He was tall, broad, and hauntingly handsome. Blessed with a sharp jawline and an angular nose, it would not be an exaggeration to call the stranger the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was dressed seemingly plainly in a white linen shirt and black breeches, perhaps not looking to draw attention to himself. But you had enough experience with the wealthy to notice the distinct lack of stains on his pristine shirt and expensive calfskin material of his boots.

This man was almost certainly nobility, and there was only one noble you knew of that donned an eyepatch. The man who stood before you was Prince Aemond Targaryen. Son of the late King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower. Hightower. You had made a grave miscalculation. “Prince Aemond,” you said, attempting to mask the surprise in your tone while you tried to stall for time. “You are quite far from your castle.”

An insincere, flat smile crept across the prince’s face. “Oldtown was once my mother’s home. She spoke fondly of it, but I had not the opportunity to visit it until now. I suppose I should say I’m grateful.”

You said nothing, your mind too preoccupied with attempting to calculate an escape route. Whoever had planned this ambush was meticulous in their research. There were only two viable exits. One behind you, which you knew to be locked, and one behind Prince Aemond. If you could just get around him, maybe you could find a window to climb out of.

“I think you will find getting around me to be a difficult task, indeed,” Prince Aemond said, his voice as soft and melodic as the summer wind.

“Difficult, but not impossible,” you said, pointing out his choice of words.

At that, he chuckled. “You are as clever as they say. You know, the king had the previous Commander of the City Watch replaced after he failed to capture you during the riot you started in King’s Landing two weeks ago.”

You furrowed your brows. You certainly weren’t sorry to see Ser Robert Waters go, but he had been a convenient enemy. In fact, you could probably credit Ser Waters’s ineptitude for your rise. An intelligent military official would have had enough foresight to squash your rebellion when it was just you. Now it would take a considerable amount of effort to quell the flames you had fanned.

But, you mused, it wouldn’t be impossible to douse the fires completely. And this new Commander, whoever he was, was a far greater threat than you had anticipated if he was able to catch up with you so quickly after being promoted and ensure Prince Aemond, one of the greatest swordsmen alive, was the one to trap you. You had to watch your step carefully and gather as much information as you could.

“Well, goody for all of you. Who do I send the letter of congratulations out to?”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking questions,” he said as he began climbing the stairs to approach you.

You took a sharp breath and steeled yourself. You already knew the only chance of escape you had was behind Aemond, and he was not going to simply allow you to pass. You would have to fight your way through him. While you did have the benefit of the high ground, Aemond was undoubtedly stronger and far more skilled at fighting than you were. Your weapons had always been your words. Besting him would take a literal miracle, but you chose to shove that thought aside. No use prematurely mourning yourself. You needed to keep your wits about you.

“Listen, I don’t want to have to fight you,” Aemond said, his expression surprisingly earnest. “If you come quietly, I’ll make sure the king doesn’t execute you for your crimes. You have my word.”

“Oh, how generous,” you said, pouting mockingly. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to pass. Rotting away in a jail cell sounds even less appealing than having my head chopped off.”

Aemond hummed at your statement as he stopped halfway up the staircase. “That can also be arranged.”

“Maybe some other time. I’m not quite ready to meet the gods yet, I’ve got some sins I need to atone for first.”

Aemond moved into a fighting stance, placing one foot on the stair in front of him. “You won’t make it past me.”

“Won’t. Can’t. Shouldn’t. Sounds like a challenge to me.”

He laughed in disbelief. “You must be mad.”

“Barking,” you said with a smile, before lunging at him.

With the element of surprise and the higher ground, you were able to use your momentum to knock the both of you down the stairs. Aemond had taken the majority of the damage, acting as your unwitting cushion as the two of you tumbled down the stone steps. When you had stopped at the first landing, Aemond hissed in annoyance underneath you and quickly dispatched you of your only weapon, throwing it against a wall and shattering the bottle into thousands of glittering green shards.

He then grabbed you by your elbows and looked at you sternly, as if he was scolding an unruly child. “I do not want to fight you, Y/N.”

“Little late for that,” you grunted before pulling back and knocking your head against his.

The move had been severely painful for you, but it had achieved its goal of getting Aemond to let go of you long enough for you to scramble away. You stood up and swayed a bit while moving into a defensive stance. Not good. You wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer. But you couldn’t give up. Not now, not ever.

You knew why Aemond was so insistent on taking you alive. They wanted to parade you around as an example. To show off the might of the king and his army. To show that resistance was futile. If they caught you, it would be the end of you and any hope the citizens of your kingdom had of ever being free of the tyranny of feudalism.

No, your options were to live free or die fighting. Who knows, perhaps you would find even more success in martyrdom.

Aemond groaned as he slowly got up, rubbing at his temple with a frown set on his lips. “I see I underestimated you.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” you threatened, raising your fists in front of your face.

“Y/N, please. I’ve been trained to kill since birth. The only reason you still stand is because, as I’ve stated before, I do not wish to lay hands on you.”

“Since birth, huh? Clearly you weren’t trained very well.”

Aemond took a deep breath in and sighed. He relaxed his shoulders and looked you directly in your eyes. “Y/N. I do not want to hurt you.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “You don’t want to hurt me?”

You didn’t give Aemond a second to respond before launching yourself at him again. This time, he was prepared enough to dodge your attack, sending you crashing into a wall. You screamed in frustration and turned around, looking at a passive faced Aemond with wild eyes.

“You monarchists have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t want to hurt me? You’re already hurting me! You think being hunted across the country is fun? Do you think I enjoy seeing my fellow countrymen suffer at the hands of your greed? If you want to take me, you will have to kill me. Because I will never, ever agree to come willingly.”

At that, Aemond finally drew his sword and pointed it at you. You took a shuddering breath, waiting for him to finally drive it into your heart and end you. Instead, he walked closer and closer, until your breaths mingled and you could practically taste the flavor of mint on his tongue.

“I don’t think you understand your position here. You cannot make demands of me. I promised my brother I would bring you back alive, and I shall do just that,��� Aemond whispered, his gaze searing into yours.

He had you cornered. There was nowhere you could go that wouldn’t lead to his broadsword being buried in your chest. So, you did the only thing you could do.

You surged forward and smashed your mouth against his.

The kiss was anything but sweet. Your lips met in a bruising press that was more painful than pleasurable, but the unanticipated maneuver shocked him into dropping his weapon. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked his sword away, pulling him so close that there was not an inch of your body that wasn’t connected to his. After a tense moment, Aemond sighed into the kiss and closed his uncovered eye. He wrapped his arms around your waist and corrected the angle of his head so that your noses didn’t get in the way when he brushed his soft lips against yours.

You had been kissed before, but no one had ever made you feel the way Aemond made you feel. Sparks rushed to your head and your toes, making you feel even dizzier than falling down the stairs had. You almost forgot why you were even kissing him in the first place, until you felt his cold fingertips slip under your shirt and his tongue beginning to press against the seam of your lips. You squeaked and loosened your hold around his neck as your eyes flew open.

You made a fist and slammed it directly against his temple as hard as you could. The move didn’t knock him out like you had hoped, but it disoriented him just enough for you to make a quick escape from the prison of his arms. You grabbed the sword he had dropped and pointed it at him as you reached for the doorknob behind you.

“You’re good, but not as good as me,” you smirked. “Thanks for the sword, Aemond.”

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iris during the watch party today <3 ft smiley me

[manribs]

cause sooner or later it's over! i just don't want to miss you tonight! and i don't want the world to see me! cause i don't think that they'd understand...!

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