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I like to pretend that I’d be that strong badass heroine if I were in a book, but deep down I know that if a handsome villain with a sexy voice and a tragic backstory asked me to be his queen and rule hell with him I’d accept without a moment’s hesitation.

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Just wanted to shoot a quick hello to everyone and introduce myself.

My names Francesca (just Fran works too;) , I study Literature in university. I have two cats: Lucifer and Dracula.

My life has been quite stressful lately and i've always found it therapeutic to write. I can't promise frequent updates or posts as my health isn't the best at the moment. I'm weak and tired most times.

But I hope, once i get better, to post more as I get better(fingers crossed).

Feel free to message me or send me requests, I'd love to get to know you guys🖤🖤

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Drama Studies

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

Previous part: Film Studies

“Don’t forget our discussion on The Portrait of the Mad King next week!” The professor's voice was muffled by the sound of students gathering their belongings. 

Helaena, sitting beside you, unmuted her phone and began to type something on the screen. You collected your things and secured them in your tote bag as your friend began to do the same.

“Aegon’s phone is on ‘do not disturb’… he’s probably locked in a broom closet with Floris-”

“-good for him-” You interjected, shooting her a wink. 

“-but Aemond is at our usual table by the field,” Helaena added as you both stood up, her eyes searching for yours intently.

Avoiding her gaze, you shifted your attention to the students leaving the auditorium, following along the waves of movement. A blush rose to your cheeks at the mention of Aemond. 

You were screwed.

That morning, you had stirred awake at the breaking of dawn in Aemond’s arms on the couch. You must have passed out during the movie. Helaena and Aegon were nowhere to be seen; they had most likely moved to their respective rooms. Once your brain registered whose chest you were using as a pillow, you held your breath, eyes widening.

Your heartbeat drummed within your chest, into your veins; you felt its numbing beat all throughout your body. Aemond slept peacefully, arms around you tightly. His scent, his warmth, his allure… he, in his entirety, was divine. Oh, how you wished to stay, retreat to his unknowing and awaiting arms! Your stare twisted pitifully in longing.

You were truly screwed.

Your arm slowly raised with the intent of caressing Aemond’s cheek with your fingers. You halted mere millimeters from his flesh, your consciousness finally catching on to your movements to pull back into a clenched fist against your chest. 

Your throat strained as your eyes parted from Aemond’s sleeping form dejectedly. A shaky sigh escaped your lips, knowing deep down, this would never happen again. You tore yourself from Aemond’s unconscious grasp, a movement that felt wrong, painfully tearing your heart apart. You collected your things and snuck out of the Targaryen’s penthouse. You shot Helaena a quick text and went home. You showered, washing away Aemond’s haunting scent from your skin, cleansing yourself from thoughts of him.

You were truly, royally, screwed.

Helaena hadn’t brought the previous night up – apart from her still-braided hair, which was proof that last night wasn’t some edible enhanced dream. 

Your tote bag handles rested comfortably against your shoulder as you stepped out of class, the blond woman hot on your trails. Your flared pants accentuated your curves swaying down the hall. 

“And what about Bae and Rhae?” You inquired, knowing full well that she kept tabs on everyone in her family. You already knew the other guys would be at baseball practice. It was Wednesday.

“They skipped their classes today to study for their midterm tomorrow.”

“Ah, makes sense,” You commented, shooting her a smile. 

The two of you made your way through the throngs of students in the halls, finding a sweet escape in the fresh air outside. As you walked along the baseball field, you pulled open your tote bag searching for your phone. Finding said item, you raise your gaze mere seconds before colliding into a large muscular figure. 

“Y/n, careful!” Helaena’s intervention came too late.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry-” You paused, your eyes meeting a familiar face. “Cregan!”

The man held on to you, steadying your faltering frame. You patted his chest with a playful wink as he let go of you to adjust your scarf around your neck. You blushed under his soft attention to detail. 

“Hey Y/n!” He smiled, his gaze briefly shifting to Helaena who stared at him disapprovingly, her arms crossed over her chest. “Hey, Hel!”

“Hey yourself.”

“Nice braids!”

Helaena’s face softened, her head nodding towards you.

“I owe it all to my best friend.”

“Yeah I saw everyone’s Instagram stories…” Cregan trailed off, his eyes falling back upon you. “You should do me.”

You released a snicker at the teasing tone, your hand playfully reaching out to touch his own locks of dark hair. “And tame your beautiful curls?”

Across the path, Aemond seethed as he watched you flirt with Cregan effortlessly, as if you hadn’t fallen asleep in his arms the previous night. His jealousy deafened him to Alys’ non-stop chatter about their assignment. Absentmindedly, he nodded along to her words; his eye narrowed on the developing scene. His heart raced as he watched you blush at his rival’s words and charm. 

Helaena, saving the day, poked at you with her elbow nodding towards your usual spot. You nodded at her before shooting Cregan a brief wink, walking off with Helaena with entangled arms. As you and your best friend neared the table, you fell back, your eyes finding Alys all over Aemond. 

Breath hitching, you faltered in your steps, Helaena looking back at you in confusion. You inhaled deeply and continued walking as if nothing was wrong. Afterall, in your two years of friendship with Helaena and by extent Aemond, the man hadn’t given any explicit sign he held an interest in you. Besides - you shook yourself together as you and Helaena approached - he was your best friend’s brother. 

Some lines were not to be crossed.

“You got any plans tonight?” Aemond asked the woman at his side, who shook her head eagerly, as if in relief. “Perfect then. Six O’clock.”

You gulped as you registered the conversation you were walking in on. Helaena’s gaze snaps back to you at the subtle sound. Just as your gaze dropped to the ground, the sounds of the baseballers laughing pulled your attention. Your eyes were downcast as you placed your tote bag on the table, excusing yourself momentarily. Helaena’s eyes widened in realization, her bewildered gaze shifting from you to her brother, then back to you.

Some lines were not to be crossed, you repeated to yourself. It was pointless, you were already so profoundly in love. Moving on was a necessary evil, you reminded yourself, as you retreated towards the baseball field.

Helaena growled in annoyance, as she turned to her brother and Alys. The latter was leaving for a meeting with her wicca club. 

“I’ll see you at 6 for the assignment.” She slid out of her seat, shooting Helaena a quick nod.

The blond woman stared at her brother quietly as he watched bitterly you walk off in Cregan’s direction.

“What’s up with that?” Aemond asked through gritted teeth. Helaena rolled her eyes and slammed her vegan leather bag on the table.

“We have a problem.”

“I can see that. Let me guess. You caused it?”

Helaena slapped him over the head, refusing to take the blame in this situation.

“No, you fool!” Helaena’s eyes darted to you as your hands rose to the fence, your fingers gripping on as you called over to Cregan. “You caused it.”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Aemond’s brows furrowed confusedly.

“Nothing.” She replied in frustration, taking in a deep breath. “That’s the whole problem.”

“So, I caused a problem by doing nothing?” 

“Yes! Ugh, wait.” Helaena rubbed her temples in annoyance as she took a deep breath. “I figured out who Y/n is hung up on.”

“Who?” Aemond eye widened, eager for answers. 

“You, you bloody idiot.”

“Me?” Aemond’s eyes widened. His heart crashed and burned in the acidic pit of his stomach. He helplessly watched as you captured Cregan’s attention, the baseball player jogging in your direction. 

“Cregan asked her on a date, and she said she’d think about it. After she saw you with Alys, I guess she quickly reconsidered her prospects with Cregan.”

Aemond remained quiet, his eyes glued onto you as his sister spoke.

“Make a move before it’s too late, Aem.”

“Hey guys!” Aegon appeared out of nowhere, out of breath. “Can you believe… how fast... Floris Bara...theon runs...” He paused, taking a deep breath. “She found out I met with her cousin in the boiler room. Talk about messy-”

“-Aegon!” Aemond looked up at his elder brother. “Y/n is agreeing to go on a date with Cregan.”

“No way!” Aegon’s eyes flew to the scene, where you were in fact flirting with Cregan. “Good for her! I told her to get laid-”

“-Aegon, go get her, tell her its urgent.”

“I just caught my breath, Aem, I’ve been running across campus-”

“Aegon, please.”

Aegon rushed off without further thought. 

You shrieked as you were suddenly picked up and thrown over a shoulder.

“Help I’m being kidnapped!” You yelled. Your panic settles once you hear Aegon’s and the other baseball players laughter. Arching your back to see Cregan, you wave him goodbye, bringing your hand to your ear and gesture with a wiggle of your wrist for him to call you. 

You playfully banged your fists against Aegon’s back, demanding to be let down on the ground. He didn’t budge carrying you to the picnic table. Once there, he helped you bring your feet back to the ground. 

Crossing your arms on your chest you stared at him in mild annoyance. “What the hell was that about?”

The Targaryen siblings stared at each other awkwardly, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“I found a group costume!” Aegon announced loudly, all heads snapping to him. That was one way to get your attention.

Would you like to go back?

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Masterlist

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

A Study of Dramatic Irony

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Fine Arts (i) Film Studies (ii) Drama Studies (iii)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

“The thing about Dean was that he never said I love you. He always implied it, by his daily actions or loving looks, but he never truly uttered that three worded sentence. Instead, he always said: Don’t do anything stupid.”

Don’t Do Anything Stupid   

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Drama Studies

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

Previous part: Film Studies

“Don’t forget our discussion on The Portrait of the Mad King next week!” The professor's voice was muffled by the sound of students gathering their belongings. 

Helaena, sitting beside you, unmuted her phone and began to type something on the screen. You collected your things and secured them in your tote bag as your friend began to do the same.

“Aegon’s phone is on ‘do not disturb’… he’s probably locked in a broom closet with Floris-”

“-good for him-” You interjected, shooting her a wink. 

“-but Aemond is at our usual table by the field,” Helaena added as you both stood up, her eyes searching for yours intently.

Avoiding her gaze, you shifted your attention to the students leaving the auditorium, following along the waves of movement. A blush rose to your cheeks at the mention of Aemond. 

You were screwed.

That morning, you had stirred awake at the breaking of dawn in Aemond’s arms on the couch. You must have passed out during the movie. Helaena and Aegon were nowhere to be seen; they had most likely moved to their respective rooms. Once your brain registered whose chest you were using as a pillow, you held your breath, eyes widening.

Your heartbeat drummed within your chest, into your veins; you felt its numbing beat all throughout your body. Aemond slept peacefully, arms around you tightly. His scent, his warmth, his allure… he, in his entirety, was divine. Oh, how you wished to stay, retreat to his unknowing and awaiting arms! Your stare twisted pitifully in longing.

You were truly screwed.

Your arm slowly raised with the intent of caressing Aemond’s cheek with your fingers. You halted mere millimeters from his flesh, your consciousness finally catching on to your movements to pull back into a clenched fist against your chest. 

Your throat strained as your eyes parted from Aemond’s sleeping form dejectedly. A shaky sigh escaped your lips, knowing deep down, this would never happen again. You tore yourself from Aemond’s unconscious grasp, a movement that felt wrong, painfully tearing your heart apart. You collected your things and snuck out of the Targaryen’s penthouse. You shot Helaena a quick text and went home. You showered, washing away Aemond’s haunting scent from your skin, cleansing yourself from thoughts of him.

You were truly, royally, screwed.

Helaena hadn’t brought the previous night up – apart from her still-braided hair, which was proof that last night wasn’t some edible enhanced dream. 

Your tote bag handles rested comfortably against your shoulder as you stepped out of class, the blond woman hot on your trails. Your flared pants accentuated your curves swaying down the hall. 

“And what about Bae and Rhae?” You inquired, knowing full well that she kept tabs on everyone in her family. You already knew the other guys would be at baseball practice. It was Wednesday.

“They skipped their classes today to study for their midterm tomorrow.”

“Ah, makes sense,” You commented, shooting her a smile. 

The two of you made your way through the throngs of students in the halls, finding a sweet escape in the fresh air outside. As you walked along the baseball field, you pulled open your tote bag searching for your phone. Finding said item, you raise your gaze mere seconds before colliding into a large muscular figure. 

“Y/n, careful!” Helaena’s intervention came too late.

“Oh gods, I’m so sorry-” You paused, your eyes meeting a familiar face. “Cregan!”

The man held on to you, steadying your faltering frame. You patted his chest with a playful wink as he let go of you to adjust your scarf around your neck. You blushed under his soft attention to detail. 

“Hey Y/n!” He smiled, his gaze briefly shifting to Helaena who stared at him disapprovingly, her arms crossed over her chest. “Hey, Hel!”

“Hey yourself.”

“Nice braids!”

Helaena’s face softened, her head nodding towards you.

“I owe it all to my best friend.”

“Yeah I saw everyone’s Instagram stories…” Cregan trailed off, his eyes falling back upon you. “You should do me.”

You released a snicker at the teasing tone, your hand playfully reaching out to touch his own locks of dark hair. “And tame your beautiful curls?”

Across the path, Aemond seethed as he watched you flirt with Cregan effortlessly, as if you hadn’t fallen asleep in his arms the previous night. His jealousy deafened him to Alys’ non-stop chatter about their assignment. Absentmindedly, he nodded along to her words; his eye narrowed on the developing scene. His heart raced as he watched you blush at his rival’s words and charm. 

Helaena, saving the day, poked at you with her elbow nodding towards your usual spot. You nodded at her before shooting Cregan a brief wink, walking off with Helaena with entangled arms. As you and your best friend neared the table, you fell back, your eyes finding Alys all over Aemond. 

Breath hitching, you faltered in your steps, Helaena looking back at you in confusion. You inhaled deeply and continued walking as if nothing was wrong. Afterall, in your two years of friendship with Helaena and by extent Aemond, the man hadn’t given any explicit sign he held an interest in you. Besides - you shook yourself together as you and Helaena approached - he was your best friend’s brother. 

Some lines were not to be crossed.

“You got any plans tonight?” Aemond asked the woman at his side, who shook her head eagerly, as if in relief. “Perfect then. Six O’clock.”

You gulped as you registered the conversation you were walking in on. Helaena’s gaze snaps back to you at the subtle sound. Just as your gaze dropped to the ground, the sounds of the baseballers laughing pulled your attention. Your eyes were downcast as you placed your tote bag on the table, excusing yourself momentarily. Helaena’s eyes widened in realization, her bewildered gaze shifting from you to her brother, then back to you.

Some lines were not to be crossed, you repeated to yourself. It was pointless, you were already so profoundly in love. Moving on was a necessary evil, you reminded yourself, as you retreated towards the baseball field.

Helaena growled in annoyance, as she turned to her brother and Alys. The latter was leaving for a meeting with her wicca club. 

“I’ll see you at 6 for the assignment.” She slid out of her seat, shooting Helaena a quick nod.

The blond woman stared at her brother quietly as he watched bitterly you walk off in Cregan’s direction.

“What’s up with that?” Aemond asked through gritted teeth. Helaena rolled her eyes and slammed her vegan leather bag on the table.

“We have a problem.”

“I can see that. Let me guess. You caused it?”

Helaena slapped him over the head, refusing to take the blame in this situation.

“No, you fool!” Helaena’s eyes darted to you as your hands rose to the fence, your fingers gripping on as you called over to Cregan. “You caused it.”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Aemond’s brows furrowed confusedly.

“Nothing.” She replied in frustration, taking in a deep breath. “That’s the whole problem.”

“So, I caused a problem by doing nothing?” 

“Yes! Ugh, wait.” Helaena rubbed her temples in annoyance as she took a deep breath. “I figured out who Y/n is hung up on.”

“Who?” Aemond eye widened, eager for answers. 

“You, you bloody idiot.”

“Me?” Aemond’s eyes widened. His heart crashed and burned in the acidic pit of his stomach. He helplessly watched as you captured Cregan’s attention, the baseball player jogging in your direction. 

“Cregan asked her on a date, and she said she’d think about it. After she saw you with Alys, I guess she quickly reconsidered her prospects with Cregan.”

Aemond remained quiet, his eyes glued onto you as his sister spoke.

“Make a move before it’s too late, Aem.”

“Hey guys!” Aegon appeared out of nowhere, out of breath. “Can you believe… how fast... Floris Bara...theon runs...” He paused, taking a deep breath. “She found out I met with her cousin in the boiler room. Talk about messy-”

“-Aegon!” Aemond looked up at his elder brother. “Y/n is agreeing to go on a date with Cregan.”

“No way!” Aegon’s eyes flew to the scene, where you were in fact flirting with Cregan. “Good for her! I told her to get laid-”

“-Aegon, go get her, tell her its urgent.”

“I just caught my breath, Aem, I’ve been running across campus-”

“Aegon, please.”

Aegon rushed off without further thought. 

You shrieked as you were suddenly picked up and thrown over a shoulder.

“Help I’m being kidnapped!” You yelled. Your panic settles once you hear Aegon’s and the other baseball players laughter. Arching your back to see Cregan, you wave him goodbye, bringing your hand to your ear and gesture with a wiggle of your wrist for him to call you. 

You playfully banged your fists against Aegon’s back, demanding to be let down on the ground. He didn’t budge carrying you to the picnic table. Once there, he helped you bring your feet back to the ground. 

Crossing your arms on your chest you stared at him in mild annoyance. “What the hell was that about?”

The Targaryen siblings stared at each other awkwardly, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“I found a group costume!” Aegon announced loudly, all heads snapping to him. That was one way to get your attention.

Would you like to go back?

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Film Studies

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

Previous part: Fine Arts

Warning: Swearing, Drug use (marijuana joint, edible), horror movie, spoilers to the movie The Descent (2005).

The October air was crisp, even more biting from the height of the penthouse balcony. It was already dark out, you noted, frowning. It was barely 5:30. You were huddled around the electronic fire pit with Aegon, drowning in thick blankets, passing back and forth a joint.

“It’s strange; I like autumn, but I hate the cold and the fact that the sun sets earlier,” You mumble to Aegon, passing him the joint he had so graciously rolled for the two of you. Holding the blanket Helaena forced around you tightly, a sigh escaped your lips as you watched the moving city lights below you.

“Winter is coming,” Aegon replied simply, exhaling grey smoke. 

“Ugh, tell me about it… just this weekend is daylight savings.”

“Oh, for real?” The blond man replied, as if it was new knowledge to him.

“Yes, Aegon.” You nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s always the first weekend following Halloween.”

“Huh, I never noticed…” He trailed off pensively, before snapping his wide eyes to mine. “Wait, that means that Saturday night we get a bonus hour of partying!”

“We still need to find a group costume,” You reminded him, your eyes darting to the roach between Aegon’s fingers. “You up to finish it yourself? I really should get back to my essay.”

Aegon waved you away silently, enjoying his last few puffs alone. Gathering the blanket around you, you stand slowly, your head spinning lightly from the intoxication. You waddled towards the patio door, slid it open, stepped in, and shut it behind you. 

The warmth immediately reached your face, prompting a smile to grow on your numb features. Humming, you folded the blanket to rest on a nearby couch in the grand living room. You removed your coat, hanging it on the coat rack as you simultaneously tugged off your scarf, draping it over your hung outerwear. 

Unzipping your track jacket, you adjusted your tank top beneath it; the straps were digging uncomfortably into your shoulders. Your phone was tucked into the waistband of your matching yoga pants as you stepped towards the kitchen. 

Helaena shot you a smile as you sat in front of her, retrieving your phone to rest it face down on the glass kitchen table. You reopened your laptop; the screen turned on to remind you of your twenty open tabs dedicated to your research. You sighed, slapping your hands together and cracking your knuckles.

“Alright well, I might be high, but my word count isn’t, so let’s get this show on the road.”

It was Tuesday night. Helaena had invited you over after your classes to work on your essays together. The papers were due for Friday, but you wanted to finish them in advance. You hummed along to Hozier’s calming voice; the surround sound system Aegon had insisted they installed had some benefits, Helaena had told you.

Aegon was a recurrent distraction, but you didn’t mind his company. Helaena on the other hand, did. You could see the annoyance in her eyes every time her brother would stroll into the kitchen for small talk. 

“Guys, I had a thought!” Aegon announced, sauntering into the kitchen for the third time in twenty minutes. 

“Gods save us.” Helaena ran her fingers through her hair disinterestedly, her eyes unmoving from her laptop screen. “Don’t you have studying to do?”

“Eh, I paid a grad student to take my exams,” He dismissed her question, “Anyways-”

“-No way you’re getting away with that!” You laughed, shaking your head. “They check ID’s.”

Aegon paused, as if he hadn’t considered the possibility. “Can anyone remind me to buy a fake ID tomorrow?”

“Aegon,” Helaena snapped, prompting all eyes to dart to her. “Why don’t you go pick us up some food? Once we finish our essays, we can watch a movie.”

“That’s a great idea!” Your eager gaze met his lilac eyes. “And drinks! I have dry mouth.”

“Maybe don’t smoke weed then?” Helaena proposed, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Oh, hush, Hel.” You winked at her. “It’s vegan.”

Aegon laughed in approval, disappearing briefly to grab his keys and wallet. 

“At least we’ll have a small break of him… the time we need to finish our work,” Helaena mumbled before shooting her brother an innocent smile as he returned into the kitchen. 

“So, what are we thinking? Chinese? That Portugese place down the street?”

“Pizza?” Helaena proposed, nods of approval following her suggestion. Aegon pulled his phone from his back pocket, typing something out on its screen.

“The usual? What do my girls want to drink? It’s on me.”

“Don’t you mean mum and dad?” Helaena raised a brow.

Aegon shrugged as if it didn’t matter. The final consensus was fries, one large vegetarian pizza, and one large meat lovers; everyone was happy. Aegon also promised to pick you up boba teas on his way back. You both typed with revigorated enthusiasm, grateful for the peaceful atmosphere. 

A half hour went by before the elevator dinged; your gaze flew to Helaena’s. Aegon couldn’t be back so soon.

“Aemond finished work twenty minutes ago,” Helaena mentionned, returning her attention back to her screen. 

You sighed, watching her work. She was so focused. You resumed typing nervously as you heard Aemond’s footsteps near the kitchen.

“Hey Hel,” Aemond announced himself as he entered the room. He paused, as Helaena absentmindedly mumbled a greeting, her fingers typing away mechanically. Aemond’s gaze shifted to yours. You swallowed.

“Hey Y/n,” Aemond said your name slowly, his eye taking in your presence. His glass eye remained staring blankly ahead. 

You shot him a quick smile and a greeting, before tearing your attention away to add the final touches to your paper. You heard him walk further into the kitchen, behind you. He opened the fridge, analysing the contents.

 “Aegon went to get pizza,” You threw over your shoulder, your eyes scanning the conclusion you were editing. 

Aemond hummed behind you in approval, his steps approaching your chair. You ignored the goosebumps that etched themselves into your skin as the scent of his cologne greeted you. Your stomach twisted as Aemond rested his left hand against the back of your chair, his right one reaching around you to steal your mouse. 

“Aemond, I swear to the Gods-” Your annoyance concealed your blush, as Aemond ignored your threats to scroll to the top of your paper. 

“-You smell like weed.” His breath tickled your ear, it was nearly impossible to swallow the shiver that threatened to consume you. Your mind went blank.

“No More Fucking Around in This Play: Proto-Feminism in the Lysistrata… You cannot seriously be using that title,” Aemond objected, pulling away from you in disbelief. 

You felt like you could breathe again without his looming, ever so judgemental presence over you. Collecting your thoughts, you turned to look at him with a raised brow.

Gods, Aemond was hot. Leaning against the marble counters, he crossed his arms. His work button up was unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing his flesh. Aemond was carved by Michelangelo. You licked your lips as you lowered your brow to look at him indifferently.

“The premise of the play is women exercising their political power by withholding sex to end a war.”

A smile tugged at Aemond’s lips, ever so lightly, like he was attempting to repress it. You shot him a grin, his own finally cracking.

“Won’t your professor say anything?” Aemond inquired watching as you tilted your head in amusement.

“She said my work was quirky but sophisticated. Besides, the play is filthy, I doubt wordplay will offend her. Wouldn’t you agree it’s clever?” 

“You’re very clever, yes. I’d never deny that.”

Your eyes were interlocked for a noticeable moment. However, Helaena slamming her laptop shut pulled both of you from your trance. Aemond cleared his throat as the attention shifted to his sister, who seemed to be oblivious to the growing tension. 

“I’m finished.” She announced, standing from her seat. The blonde woman stretched out her arms in the air, victorious.

“No way!” You whined, nevertheless saving the document on your laptop’s hard drive instinctively. Your eyebrows met in a furrow. “Did you do your formatting? Works cited page?”

“Nope.” She shrugged. “I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m going to start speaking Shakespearian if I continue. At least you got assigned a play with a modern translation.”

Suddenly, your cellphone rattled loudly against the glass table. It stopped, vibrated again, repeating the process 4 times in a row. You frowned, picking up the phone, zoning out the Targaryen siblings as you caught up with your notifications.

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“What a freak,” You mumbled putting your phone face down on the table. 

“Who?” Aemond asked lowly, out of concern. 

“Larys.” You cringed, shutting your laptop.

“He’s the one who just blasted your phone?” Helaena inquired, holding back a laugh. Your cheeks reddened as you laughed along at the absurdity. “How bold!”

“Gods no!” Your blush deepened in embarrassment at being called out in front of Aemond on your dating life. “That was Cregan replying to my stories.”

Aemond let out a sigh, probably in annoyance. You awkwardly shifted your attention away to his sister who was giving him a look as she walked closer to your chair. Helaena met your eyes as if she never left them, an insistent expression gracing her features. She dramatically hugged you, pleading: “No bootie calls tonight! It’s movie night. We promised Aegon.”

“I know, I know.” You patted her back. “I would never ditch you for Cregan, you know this, Hel. Besides, Cregan isn’t all that.”

“Oh really?” Helaena straightened, pulling away to look at you curiously. Aemond too was intrigued, but he remained stoic, feigning indifference.

“I mean, yes of course, Cregan’s a hot piece of ass and he knows it, but that’s besides the point.” You paused, trying to think before speaking, as you were still quite stoned. “There’s an attraction, but it’s nothing that’ll last. At least, I’m aware of what I’m getting into. How to set my expectations.”

“But why settle, Y/n? What if someone else-” Helena was interrupted by the ding of the elevator; Aegon was home. Aemond suppressed a growl; he wanted to ask questions, he wanted to know more. 

“There’s already someone else,” You met Helaena’s eyes sadly. “I’m trying to get over him.”

“Who?” Both siblings asked, in shock. This was news to them. You rarely hid things from Helaena, given the close nature of your relationship. Now, you were mentioning a guy she never heard of? 

“Look,” You stood from the chair, meeting Helaena’s curious expression. “I really don’t want to get into it.” You held her gaze, slowly shifting your focus to Aemond’s good eye. You paused, your regard dropping from his momentarily, before spinning on your feet. “I bet Aegon needs help guys!”

“Thank you, Y/n!” Aegon yelled dramatically from the foyer. “Hurry, would you? I’m about to drop everything.”

“Everything? There’s just the pizzas-” Helaena frowned as she fell into step with you, Aemond not far behind. 

“-and the fries, the boba teas, the popcorn…” Aegon enumerated in annoyance as he fell into view. You laughed at him. He held the two large pizza boxes stacked in front of him, one plastic bag dangling from one arm with the boba drinks, another swinging from his other arm with the fries. Atop the pizza boxes were two large popcorn buckets, that looked dangerously close to toppling over.

“Why did you get popcorn from the movie theaters?” Helaena inquired, grabbing said items before Aegon dropped everything. “We already have the microwave kind.”

“Do not speak such blasphemy.” Aegon let you discharge him from the two pizza boxes, whilst Aemond was close behind grabbing the last bags. “Microwavable popcorn is nothing compared to the buttery goodness I just got us. You’re welcome.” Aegon kicked his shoes off, following you and the food into the kitchen. “Are we ready for movie night, ladies?”

“Yep,” You replied popping the ‘p’. Your eyes slid to Aemond who was eyeballing the food. “You joining us for the movie, Aem? Or do you have studying to do?”

Aemond’s gaze drifted to you, unreadable. You tilted your head curiously, unyielding for an answer. He dropped his gaze with a silent nod, shifting his attention to his siblings.

“What are we watching? Halloween movie?”

“That would be the festive choice,” Helena remarked. “Scary movie? Comedy?”

You visibly flinched at the mention of a scary movie, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by the others. They grinned wickedly; your eyes widened in response.

“Come on, guys…” You laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. 

“It won’t be too bad, it’ll be all four of us,” Helaena reassured. “We’ll keep the lights on… and you can braid my hair! It will be like a sleep over!”

“Fine,” You conceded, only adding one condition. “We can watch a scary movie if… I can braid Aemond’s hair too.” 

Your gaze transfixed him patiently. If Helaena was bringing into the negotiation hair braiding, you couldn’t miss this opportunity. Ever since you had known Aemond you had been jealous of his long silky hair, wanting to run your fingers through it. It would be strange in the context of your friendship, but in this instance, it was perfectly appropriate.

Aemond flushed at the attention dropping to him. Your words prompted a clench in his fist at his side. Not out of anger, but in restraint; he yearned to reach for you, your hand, your waist. The proposal caused his breath to falter, his gaze all but frantically meeting his sister’s eyes. Helaena returned his intensity, subtly nodding in your direction. 

He opened his mouth but remained mute. Aegon jumped to the occasion, whining out loudly.

“What about me?”

“Aeg, I’ll be honest with you, you don’t have much to work with compared to your siblings. I can still try, but your hair isn’t thaaat long.”

“I’ll split an edible with you if you braid my hair too!” Aegon attempted to bribe you. You hummed in consideration, Aegon sweetened the deal considerably. “Chocolate chip cookie!”

An agreement was quickly made. You shared half of a pot cookie with Aegon, and everyone ate their respective pizzas as the Targaryens debated which horror movie to watch. The unanimous decision between them was to watch The Descent. You shivered as you heard them describe the premise, in which a group of cave adventurers are being attacked by strange humanoid beings below ground. They promised it wouldn’t be too bad.

Helaena had placed pillows and blankets on the ground so you wouldn’t all be squished on the couch. There was a bag of popcorn between Aegon and Helaena on the ground and the other bag of buttery goodness was shared between you and Aemond on the sofa. The lights were kept on, as agreed.

The movie began with a group of women rafting down rapids. You were watching absentmindedly as you ran your fingers through Aegon’s hair. The blond man was sitting on the ground in front of you between your legs. 

Beneath the women’s screams and the loud water sounds, your brows furrowed. “Are they going to crash? That seems awfully dangerous…”

“It’s not really scary,” Aegon commented. “We did something similar two years ago. We went to Torentine, near Blackmont in the North and tried it.”

“It’s more of an adrenaline rush than anything,” Aemond added, looking to you. Your attention was focused on Aegon’s blond strands as you braided a large Dutch braid at the top of his head.

“And they make you wear protective gear like those ladies,” Helaena commented, pointing to the screen. “Helmet, safety vests…”

You nodded, quickly tying Aegon’s single braid into a man bun. The braid kept his hair out of his face, but the lower section of hair wasn’t long enough to join to the tress. It still looked good and Aegon quickly took a selfie and posted it to his Instagram story, tagging you.

When the women in the movie made it through the rapids alive, Aegon switched places with Helaena who brought her hairbrush with her. She took a seat on a pillow between your knees. You brushed out her long hair, a small smile on your face. Helaena’s hair was so soft. 

You peaked up to the movie and noticed a strange look between one of the women and her friend’s husband.

“What was that look? Are they having an affair?”

“The movie just started, Y/n.” Aegon laughed. “Give it a minute.”

You began braiding your best friend’s hair in boxer braids as the characters left the river and agreed to meet back at the hotel. The husband, the wife, and their daughter were now in the car. It seemed like nothing too bad was going to happen at that moment. 

“Your nails feel good against my scalp,” Helaena mumbled. “Feels like a head massage.”

“Thanks,” You smiled in response. Tying in the right braid, before beginning the next. “I got them done yesterday after school. They were so overgrown.”

“I noticed they were a fresh set!”

“What do you mean? It’s the same color as before,” Aegon turned his head back to look at you and you laughed.

“I kept the same color, I like it. I’m a creature of habit.” 

“It’s a color that suits you,” Aemond said. Your eyes briefly shifted to his soft gaze. You shared a smile. 

“I don’t like this guy,” Helaena said, prompting your attentions to look back on the screen. The woman and her husband were seated in the front of the car, their daughter in the back seat. The mother’s body twisted to look at her daughter while the father was not so focused on the road. He looked rather distracted.

“What’s his deal?” You asked, your fingers intertwining Helaena’s hair together. Following your inquiry, the woman turned back, and her attention was onto her husband. She herself asked him if he was alright; he took his eyes off the road.

“Oh no!” You gasped, seeing where the scene was headed. Between the two characters, through the windshield, you could see their car swerve into the other lane, a car approaching them dangerously.

“Oh yes!” Aegon laughed loudly, as the cars collided. Your jaw dropped at the collision. Your eyes widened as metal rods fixed at the top of the incoming car shot forward and rammed through the windshield, impaling the husband in the head. “That’s what you get for not paying attention to the road, bitch!”

“What the fuck just happened?” You were in shock at the bloody scene. “What the fuck?”

You quickly concluded that this was going to be a long movie. After finishing Helaena’s boxer braids, you took a selfie together. She winked to the camera, and you kissed her cheek. It was such a cute picture, you had to share it to your own story on Instagram.

It was now Aemond’s turn. He sat in front of you, between his siblings on the ground. You detangled what little tangles the blond man had with Helaena’s brush. You then began passing your fingers though Aemond’s long silky hair, your nails scratching along his scalp.

Aemond’s eye rolled back at the sensation of you playing with his hair. Helaena was right; it felt so good. He didn’t even notice that minutes into it, you still hadn’t begun to braiding. There was something sensual about the way your fingers threaded through his hair.

You were too consumed by the softness of his hair to notice the edible hitting you; although, that might have been a sign. Steadily, your nails raked against his skull, running his hair through your fingers in awe.

You had always admired Aemond’s hair. It was much softer than you had imagined – you wondered what overpriced products he used to maintain it, and if he’d be willing to let you borrow such products.

Aemond held back a moan – straightening abruptly in realization. He cleared his throat.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the scalp massage, but are you going to start braiding it?”

 You blushed as Aegon and Helaena’s heads snapped your way, your hands faltering in their dance. You ignored their stares and promptly began braiding his hair from the beginning of his hairline.

“Sorry, Aem.” You shot him a small smile, forgetting he couldn’t see it. “The edible hit and I’m just enjoying the sensation of playing with hair. I’ll braid it now-”

“It’s okay take your time, sweetheart.”

Your skin flushed at the nickname. Attention shifted back to the movie, but it was all background noise to you. You sighed as you finished braiding the top of his head, tying it momentarily. You proceeded to braid the lower half from bottom to top, joining it to the rest of the hair at the crown of Aemond’s head into an intricate manbun. You clapped your hands together. 

“All done!”

Aegon and Helaena looked at their brother; Aemond’s hand flew to his hair, running his hands over it in a light touch. 

“Wow that actually looks dope!” Aegon gasped reaching for his phone to take a picture.

“You think?” You smiled.

“Aemond looks like a Viking! That’s so cool!” Helaena smiled genuinely, her gaze shifting from you to her brother tenderly. Aemond rose silently and went to the nearest mirror. He looked to his reflection, his usual hard eye turning soft. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” Aemond gave you a smile that unleashed butterflies in your stomach. "It looks awesome."

“Thanks,” You replied from your seat on the couch. “Can we turn the lights off? We can barely see what’s going on in this movie?” You asked, shifting the attention away from you. Besides, you were right: the glare from the lights against the dark caves and tunnels from the movie made things hard to see.

Aemond flicked the lights off on his way to the sofa, obscuring your growing blush. He sat beside you on the couch. You clutched the popcorn to you closely, Aemond laughing as he easily stole a handful, pulling the discarded blanket over his legs.

“Wanna share?” Aemond whispered, rising the cover tentatively for you to join him. Your eyes fell to the blanket as your heart dropped in your chest. You swallowed.

Nodding silently, you shuffled yourself closer, but keeping the popcorn bag between the two of you. Aemond rolled his eyes as he draped the blanket generously over you. You forcefully shifted your attention towards the television. The women on the screen were in a dark cave, turning on their torches. 

“Dead animals!” One of the characters announced, the screen portraying thousands of bones and discarded remains lying on the ground. “Hundreds of them.”

Aegon laughed and threw a handful of popcorn towards the screen at another woman's response: “This is not good guys!”

“I don’t know how you guys are laughing right now,” You declared, hiding behind the blanket, white knuckles holding on for dear life. Your heart was beating like a drum against your ears. The women were screaming and freaking out, not helping your fear. 

Suddenly, a strange humanoid vampire looking creature appeared behind one of the characters. You jumped with a shriek, popcorn flying in the air. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck was that!”

The Targaryens laughed at your reaction as the creature slivered between the stalagmites. You couldn’t help but clutch Aemond’s arm, who stiffened briefly at your touch.

“You ever mention this, I’ll kick your ass.”

Aemond chuckled and relaxed as you settled beside him, ready to hide your head in the crook of his shoulder if needed. 

The blond man leaned into the couch comfortably. His heartbeat rapidly beneath your hand gripping at his shirt. He held back a shiver as your perfume invaded his senses, enveloping him like the warmest blanket. He leaned in, his jaw resting against your head. Your scent was like a drug, he couldn't get enough of it.

Soon enough you fell asleep against him, your peaceful even breaths synched with the rise and fall of your chest against Aemond. He slowly caressed your arm, soothing you deeper into sleep. He felt at peace, despite the ongoing carnage on screen.

“Aem,” Helaena pulled his attention, her voice low as to not disturb the sleeping beauty at Aemond’s side. Her brother hummed in response. “You should tell her.” 

Aemond’s eye darkened. He shook his head prompting you to shift in your sleep. He gently coaxed you deeper into relaxation. He sighed; his sister’s gaze was insistent. Even Aegon was staring due to his silence. 

“I can’t,” He whispered, his adrift gaze eventually docking onto you as he spoke softly. “My feelings for her are stronger than I can even admit to myself. I would rip out my own heart and tear out my soul to gift them to her on a silver platter. If I were to…” He couldn’t say it fully, he paused. “… and if she were to reject me…”

Aemond sighed, his hand running down your arm in comfort. For you or himself, only the gods knew.

“It doesn’t matter anyways.” The bitterness in his voice was palpable. “She’s hung up on someone else.”

And that was the end of that conversation; Aemond retreated his gaze towards the television screen. His brows were etched in a thoughtful furrow.

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Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

Previous part: Fine Arts

Warning: Swearing, Drug use (marijuana joint, edible), horror movie, spoilers to the movie The Descent (2005).

The October air was crisp, even more biting from the height of the penthouse balcony. It was already dark out, you noted, frowning. It was barely 5:30. You were huddled around the electronic fire pit with Aegon, drowning in thick blankets, passing back and forth a joint.

“It’s strange; I like autumn, but I hate the cold and the fact that the sun sets earlier,” You mumble to Aegon, passing him the joint he had so graciously rolled for the two of you. Holding the blanket Helaena forced around you tightly, a sigh escaped your lips as you watched the moving city lights below you.

“Winter is coming,” Aegon replied simply, exhaling grey smoke. 

“Ugh, tell me about it… just this weekend is daylight savings.”

“Oh, for real?” The blond man replied, as if it was new knowledge to him.

“Yes, Aegon.” You nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him. “It’s always the first weekend following Halloween.”

“Huh, I never noticed…” He trailed off pensively, before snapping his wide eyes to mine. “Wait, that means that Saturday night we get a bonus hour of partying!”

“We still need to find a group costume,” You reminded him, your eyes darting to the roach between Aegon’s fingers. “You up to finish it yourself? I really should get back to my essay.”

Aegon waved you away silently, enjoying his last few puffs alone. Gathering the blanket around you, you stand slowly, your head spinning lightly from the intoxication. You waddled towards the patio door, slid it open, stepped in, and shut it behind you. 

The warmth immediately reached your face, prompting a smile to grow on your numb features. Humming, you folded the blanket to rest on a nearby couch in the grand living room. You removed your coat, hanging it on the coat rack as you simultaneously tugged off your scarf, draping it over your hung outerwear. 

Unzipping your track jacket, you adjusted your tank top beneath it; the straps were digging uncomfortably into your shoulders. Your phone was tucked into the waistband of your matching yoga pants as you stepped towards the kitchen. 

Helaena shot you a smile as you sat in front of her, retrieving your phone to rest it face down on the glass kitchen table. You reopened your laptop; the screen turned on to remind you of your twenty open tabs dedicated to your research. You sighed, slapping your hands together and cracking your knuckles.

“Alright well, I might be high, but my word count isn’t, so let’s get this show on the road.”

It was Tuesday night. Helaena had invited you over after your classes to work on your essays together. The papers were due for Friday, but you wanted to finish them in advance. You hummed along to Hozier’s calming voice; the surround sound system Aegon had insisted they installed had some benefits, Helaena had told you.

Aegon was a recurrent distraction, but you didn’t mind his company. Helaena on the other hand, did. You could see the annoyance in her eyes every time her brother would stroll into the kitchen for small talk. 

“Guys, I had a thought!” Aegon announced, sauntering into the kitchen for the third time in twenty minutes. 

“Gods save us.” Helaena ran her fingers through her hair disinterestedly, her eyes unmoving from her laptop screen. “Don’t you have studying to do?”

“Eh, I paid a grad student to take my exams,” He dismissed her question, “Anyways-”

“-No way you’re getting away with that!” You laughed, shaking your head. “They check ID’s.”

Aegon paused, as if he hadn’t considered the possibility. “Can anyone remind me to buy a fake ID tomorrow?”

“Aegon,” Helaena snapped, prompting all eyes to dart to her. “Why don’t you go pick us up some food? Once we finish our essays, we can watch a movie.”

“That’s a great idea!” Your eager gaze met his lilac eyes. “And drinks! I have dry mouth.”

“Maybe don’t smoke weed then?” Helaena proposed, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Oh, hush, Hel.” You winked at her. “It’s vegan.”

Aegon laughed in approval, disappearing briefly to grab his keys and wallet. 

“At least we’ll have a small break of him… the time we need to finish our work,” Helaena mumbled before shooting her brother an innocent smile as he returned into the kitchen. 

“So, what are we thinking? Chinese? That Portugese place down the street?”

“Pizza?” Helaena proposed, nods of approval following her suggestion. Aegon pulled his phone from his back pocket, typing something out on its screen.

“The usual? What do my girls want to drink? It’s on me.”

“Don’t you mean mum and dad?” Helaena raised a brow.

Aegon shrugged as if it didn’t matter. The final consensus was fries, one large vegetarian pizza, and one large meat lovers; everyone was happy. Aegon also promised to pick you up boba teas on his way back. You both typed with revigorated enthusiasm, grateful for the peaceful atmosphere. 

A half hour went by before the elevator dinged; your gaze flew to Helaena’s. Aegon couldn’t be back so soon.

“Aemond finished work twenty minutes ago,” Helaena mentionned, returning her attention back to her screen. 

You sighed, watching her work. She was so focused. You resumed typing nervously as you heard Aemond’s footsteps near the kitchen.

“Hey Hel,” Aemond announced himself as he entered the room. He paused, as Helaena absentmindedly mumbled a greeting, her fingers typing away mechanically. Aemond’s gaze shifted to yours. You swallowed.

“Hey Y/n,” Aemond said your name slowly, his eye taking in your presence. His glass eye remained staring blankly ahead. 

You shot him a quick smile and a greeting, before tearing your attention away to add the final touches to your paper. You heard him walk further into the kitchen, behind you. He opened the fridge, analysing the contents.

 “Aegon went to get pizza,” You threw over your shoulder, your eyes scanning the conclusion you were editing. 

Aemond hummed behind you in approval, his steps approaching your chair. You ignored the goosebumps that etched themselves into your skin as the scent of his cologne greeted you. Your stomach twisted as Aemond rested his left hand against the back of your chair, his right one reaching around you to steal your mouse. 

“Aemond, I swear to the Gods-” Your annoyance concealed your blush, as Aemond ignored your threats to scroll to the top of your paper. 

“-You smell like weed.” His breath tickled your ear, it was nearly impossible to swallow the shiver that threatened to consume you. Your mind went blank.

“No More Fucking Around in This Play: Proto-Feminism in the Lysistrata… You cannot seriously be using that title,” Aemond objected, pulling away from you in disbelief. 

You felt like you could breathe again without his looming, ever so judgemental presence over you. Collecting your thoughts, you turned to look at him with a raised brow.

Gods, Aemond was hot. Leaning against the marble counters, he crossed his arms. His work button up was unbuttoned at the top and his sleeves were rolled to his forearms, exposing his flesh. Aemond was carved by Michelangelo. You licked your lips as you lowered your brow to look at him indifferently.

“The premise of the play is women exercising their political power by withholding sex to end a war.”

A smile tugged at Aemond’s lips, ever so lightly, like he was attempting to repress it. You shot him a grin, his own finally cracking.

“Won’t your professor say anything?” Aemond inquired watching as you tilted your head in amusement.

“She said my work was quirky but sophisticated. Besides, the play is filthy, I doubt wordplay will offend her. Wouldn’t you agree it’s clever?” 

“You’re very clever, yes. I’d never deny that.”

Your eyes were interlocked for a noticeable moment. However, Helaena slamming her laptop shut pulled both of you from your trance. Aemond cleared his throat as the attention shifted to his sister, who seemed to be oblivious to the growing tension. 

“I’m finished.” She announced, standing from her seat. The blonde woman stretched out her arms in the air, victorious.

“No way!” You whined, nevertheless saving the document on your laptop’s hard drive instinctively. Your eyebrows met in a furrow. “Did you do your formatting? Works cited page?”

“Nope.” She shrugged. “I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m going to start speaking Shakespearian if I continue. At least you got assigned a play with a modern translation.”

Suddenly, your cellphone rattled loudly against the glass table. It stopped, vibrated again, repeating the process 4 times in a row. You frowned, picking up the phone, zoning out the Targaryen siblings as you caught up with your notifications.

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“What a freak,” You mumbled putting your phone face down on the table. 

“Who?” Aemond asked lowly, out of concern. 

“Larys.” You cringed, shutting your laptop.

“He’s the one who just blasted your phone?” Helaena inquired, holding back a laugh. Your cheeks reddened as you laughed along at the absurdity. “How bold!”

“Gods no!” Your blush deepened in embarrassment at being called out in front of Aemond on your dating life. “That was Cregan replying to my stories.”

Aemond let out a sigh, probably in annoyance. You awkwardly shifted your attention away to his sister who was giving him a look as she walked closer to your chair. Helaena met your eyes as if she never left them, an insistent expression gracing her features. She dramatically hugged you, pleading: “No bootie calls tonight! It’s movie night. We promised Aegon.”

“I know, I know.” You patted her back. “I would never ditch you for Cregan, you know this, Hel. Besides, Cregan isn’t all that.”

“Oh really?” Helaena straightened, pulling away to look at you curiously. Aemond too was intrigued, but he remained stoic, feigning indifference.

“I mean, yes of course, Cregan’s a hot piece of ass and he knows it, but that’s besides the point.” You paused, trying to think before speaking, as you were still quite stoned. “There’s an attraction, but it’s nothing that’ll last. At least, I’m aware of what I’m getting into. How to set my expectations.”

“But why settle, Y/n? What if someone else-” Helena was interrupted by the ding of the elevator; Aegon was home. Aemond suppressed a growl; he wanted to ask questions, he wanted to know more. 

“There’s already someone else,” You met Helaena’s eyes sadly. “I’m trying to get over him.”

“Who?” Both siblings asked, in shock. This was news to them. You rarely hid things from Helaena, given the close nature of your relationship. Now, you were mentioning a guy she never heard of? 

“Look,” You stood from the chair, meeting Helaena’s curious expression. “I really don’t want to get into it.” You held her gaze, slowly shifting your focus to Aemond’s good eye. You paused, your regard dropping from his momentarily, before spinning on your feet. “I bet Aegon needs help guys!”

“Thank you, Y/n!” Aegon yelled dramatically from the foyer. “Hurry, would you? I’m about to drop everything.”

“Everything? There’s just the pizzas-” Helaena frowned as she fell into step with you, Aemond not far behind. 

“-and the fries, the boba teas, the popcorn…” Aegon enumerated in annoyance as he fell into view. You laughed at him. He held the two large pizza boxes stacked in front of him, one plastic bag dangling from one arm with the boba drinks, another swinging from his other arm with the fries. Atop the pizza boxes were two large popcorn buckets, that looked dangerously close to toppling over.

“Why did you get popcorn from the movie theaters?” Helaena inquired, grabbing said items before Aegon dropped everything. “We already have the microwave kind.”

“Do not speak such blasphemy.” Aegon let you discharge him from the two pizza boxes, whilst Aemond was close behind grabbing the last bags. “Microwavable popcorn is nothing compared to the buttery goodness I just got us. You’re welcome.” Aegon kicked his shoes off, following you and the food into the kitchen. “Are we ready for movie night, ladies?”

“Yep,” You replied popping the ‘p’. Your eyes slid to Aemond who was eyeballing the food. “You joining us for the movie, Aem? Or do you have studying to do?”

Aemond’s gaze drifted to you, unreadable. You tilted your head curiously, unyielding for an answer. He dropped his gaze with a silent nod, shifting his attention to his siblings.

“What are we watching? Halloween movie?”

“That would be the festive choice,” Helena remarked. “Scary movie? Comedy?”

You visibly flinched at the mention of a scary movie, a reaction that did not go unnoticed by the others. They grinned wickedly; your eyes widened in response.

“Come on, guys…” You laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. 

“It won’t be too bad, it’ll be all four of us,” Helaena reassured. “We’ll keep the lights on… and you can braid my hair! It will be like a sleep over!”

“Fine,” You conceded, only adding one condition. “We can watch a scary movie if… I can braid Aemond’s hair too.” 

Your gaze transfixed him patiently. If Helaena was bringing into the negotiation hair braiding, you couldn’t miss this opportunity. Ever since you had known Aemond you had been jealous of his long silky hair, wanting to run your fingers through it. It would be strange in the context of your friendship, but in this instance, it was perfectly appropriate.

Aemond flushed at the attention dropping to him. Your words prompted a clench in his fist at his side. Not out of anger, but in restraint; he yearned to reach for you, your hand, your waist. The proposal caused his breath to falter, his gaze all but frantically meeting his sister’s eyes. Helaena returned his intensity, subtly nodding in your direction. 

He opened his mouth but remained mute. Aegon jumped to the occasion, whining out loudly.

“What about me?”

“Aeg, I’ll be honest with you, you don’t have much to work with compared to your siblings. I can still try, but your hair isn’t thaaat long.”

“I’ll split an edible with you if you braid my hair too!” Aegon attempted to bribe you. You hummed in consideration, Aegon sweetened the deal considerably. “Chocolate chip cookie!”

An agreement was quickly made. You shared half of a pot cookie with Aegon, and everyone ate their respective pizzas as the Targaryens debated which horror movie to watch. The unanimous decision between them was to watch The Descent. You shivered as you heard them describe the premise, in which a group of cave adventurers are being attacked by strange humanoid beings below ground. They promised it wouldn’t be too bad.

Helaena had placed pillows and blankets on the ground so you wouldn’t all be squished on the couch. There was a bag of popcorn between Aegon and Helaena on the ground and the other bag of buttery goodness was shared between you and Aemond on the sofa. The lights were kept on, as agreed.

The movie began with a group of women rafting down rapids. You were watching absentmindedly as you ran your fingers through Aegon’s hair. The blond man was sitting on the ground in front of you between your legs. 

Beneath the women’s screams and the loud water sounds, your brows furrowed. “Are they going to crash? That seems awfully dangerous…”

“It’s not really scary,” Aegon commented. “We did something similar two years ago. We went to Torentine, near Blackmont in the North and tried it.”

“It’s more of an adrenaline rush than anything,” Aemond added, looking to you. Your attention was focused on Aegon’s blond strands as you braided a large Dutch braid at the top of his head.

“And they make you wear protective gear like those ladies,” Helaena commented, pointing to the screen. “Helmet, safety vests…”

You nodded, quickly tying Aegon’s single braid into a man bun. The braid kept his hair out of his face, but the lower section of hair wasn’t long enough to join to the tress. It still looked good and Aegon quickly took a selfie and posted it to his Instagram story, tagging you.

When the women in the movie made it through the rapids alive, Aegon switched places with Helaena who brought her hairbrush with her. She took a seat on a pillow between your knees. You brushed out her long hair, a small smile on your face. Helaena’s hair was so soft. 

You peaked up to the movie and noticed a strange look between one of the women and her friend’s husband.

“What was that look? Are they having an affair?”

“The movie just started, Y/n.” Aegon laughed. “Give it a minute.”

You began braiding your best friend’s hair in boxer braids as the characters left the river and agreed to meet back at the hotel. The husband, the wife, and their daughter were now in the car. It seemed like nothing too bad was going to happen at that moment. 

“Your nails feel good against my scalp,” Helaena mumbled. “Feels like a head massage.”

“Thanks,” You smiled in response. Tying in the right braid, before beginning the next. “I got them done yesterday after school. They were so overgrown.”

“I noticed they were a fresh set!”

“What do you mean? It’s the same color as before,” Aegon turned his head back to look at you and you laughed.

“I kept the same color, I like it. I’m a creature of habit.” 

“It’s a color that suits you,” Aemond said. Your eyes briefly shifted to his soft gaze. You shared a smile. 

“I don’t like this guy,” Helaena said, prompting your attentions to look back on the screen. The woman and her husband were seated in the front of the car, their daughter in the back seat. The mother’s body twisted to look at her daughter while the father was not so focused on the road. He looked rather distracted.

“What’s his deal?” You asked, your fingers intertwining Helaena’s hair together. Following your inquiry, the woman turned back, and her attention was onto her husband. She herself asked him if he was alright; he took his eyes off the road.

“Oh no!” You gasped, seeing where the scene was headed. Between the two characters, through the windshield, you could see their car swerve into the other lane, a car approaching them dangerously.

“Oh yes!” Aegon laughed loudly, as the cars collided. Your jaw dropped at the collision. Your eyes widened as metal rods fixed at the top of the incoming car shot forward and rammed through the windshield, impaling the husband in the head. “That’s what you get for not paying attention to the road, bitch!”

“What the fuck just happened?” You were in shock at the bloody scene. “What the fuck?”

You quickly concluded that this was going to be a long movie. After finishing Helaena’s boxer braids, you took a selfie together. She winked to the camera, and you kissed her cheek. It was such a cute picture, you had to share it to your own story on Instagram.

It was now Aemond’s turn. He sat in front of you, between his siblings on the ground. You detangled what little tangles the blond man had with Helaena’s brush. You then began passing your fingers though Aemond’s long silky hair, your nails scratching along his scalp.

Aemond’s eye rolled back at the sensation of you playing with his hair. Helaena was right; it felt so good. He didn’t even notice that minutes into it, you still hadn’t begun to braiding. There was something sensual about the way your fingers threaded through his hair.

You were too consumed by the softness of his hair to notice the edible hitting you; although, that might have been a sign. Steadily, your nails raked against his skull, running his hair through your fingers in awe.

You had always admired Aemond’s hair. It was much softer than you had imagined – you wondered what overpriced products he used to maintain it, and if he’d be willing to let you borrow such products.

Aemond held back a moan – straightening abruptly in realization. He cleared his throat.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the scalp massage, but are you going to start braiding it?”

 You blushed as Aegon and Helaena’s heads snapped your way, your hands faltering in their dance. You ignored their stares and promptly began braiding his hair from the beginning of his hairline.

“Sorry, Aem.” You shot him a small smile, forgetting he couldn’t see it. “The edible hit and I’m just enjoying the sensation of playing with hair. I’ll braid it now-”

“It’s okay take your time, sweetheart.”

Your skin flushed at the nickname. Attention shifted back to the movie, but it was all background noise to you. You sighed as you finished braiding the top of his head, tying it momentarily. You proceeded to braid the lower half from bottom to top, joining it to the rest of the hair at the crown of Aemond’s head into an intricate manbun. You clapped your hands together. 

“All done!”

Aegon and Helaena looked at their brother; Aemond’s hand flew to his hair, running his hands over it in a light touch. 

“Wow that actually looks dope!” Aegon gasped reaching for his phone to take a picture.

“You think?” You smiled.

“Aemond looks like a Viking! That’s so cool!” Helaena smiled genuinely, her gaze shifting from you to her brother tenderly. Aemond rose silently and went to the nearest mirror. He looked to his reflection, his usual hard eye turning soft. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” Aemond gave you a smile that unleashed butterflies in your stomach. "It looks awesome."

“Thanks,” You replied from your seat on the couch. “Can we turn the lights off? We can barely see what’s going on in this movie?” You asked, shifting the attention away from you. Besides, you were right: the glare from the lights against the dark caves and tunnels from the movie made things hard to see.

Aemond flicked the lights off on his way to the sofa, obscuring your growing blush. He sat beside you on the couch. You clutched the popcorn to you closely, Aemond laughing as he easily stole a handful, pulling the discarded blanket over his legs.

“Wanna share?” Aemond whispered, rising the cover tentatively for you to join him. Your eyes fell to the blanket as your heart dropped in your chest. You swallowed.

Nodding silently, you shuffled yourself closer, but keeping the popcorn bag between the two of you. Aemond rolled his eyes as he draped the blanket generously over you. You forcefully shifted your attention towards the television. The women on the screen were in a dark cave, turning on their torches. 

“Dead animals!” One of the characters announced, the screen portraying thousands of bones and discarded remains lying on the ground. “Hundreds of them.”

Aegon laughed and threw a handful of popcorn towards the screen at another woman's response: “This is not good guys!”

“I don’t know how you guys are laughing right now,” You declared, hiding behind the blanket, white knuckles holding on for dear life. Your heart was beating like a drum against your ears. The women were screaming and freaking out, not helping your fear. 

Suddenly, a strange humanoid vampire looking creature appeared behind one of the characters. You jumped with a shriek, popcorn flying in the air. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck was that!”

The Targaryens laughed at your reaction as the creature slivered between the stalagmites. You couldn’t help but clutch Aemond’s arm, who stiffened briefly at your touch.

“You ever mention this, I’ll kick your ass.”

Aemond chuckled and relaxed as you settled beside him, ready to hide your head in the crook of his shoulder if needed. 

The blond man leaned into the couch comfortably. His heartbeat rapidly beneath your hand gripping at his shirt. He held back a shiver as your perfume invaded his senses, enveloping him like the warmest blanket. He leaned in, his jaw resting against your head. Your scent was like a drug, he couldn't get enough of it.

Soon enough you fell asleep against him, your peaceful even breaths synched with the rise and fall of your chest against Aemond. He slowly caressed your arm, soothing you deeper into sleep. He felt at peace, despite the ongoing carnage on screen.

“Aem,” Helaena pulled his attention, her voice low as to not disturb the sleeping beauty at Aemond’s side. Her brother hummed in response. “You should tell her.” 

Aemond’s eye darkened. He shook his head prompting you to shift in your sleep. He gently coaxed you deeper into relaxation. He sighed; his sister’s gaze was insistent. Even Aegon was staring due to his silence. 

“I can’t,” He whispered, his adrift gaze eventually docking onto you as he spoke softly. “My feelings for her are stronger than I can even admit to myself. I would rip out my own heart and tear out my soul to gift them to her on a silver platter. If I were to…” He couldn’t say it fully, he paused. “… and if she were to reject me…”

Aemond sighed, his hand running down your arm in comfort. For you or himself, only the gods knew.

“It doesn’t matter anyways.” The bitterness in his voice was palpable. “She’s hung up on someone else.”

And that was the end of that conversation; Aemond retreated his gaze towards the television screen. His brows were etched in a thoughtful furrow.

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Fine Arts

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

“It’s taking forever!” Aegon whined, ducking as Helaena threw a handful of glitter in his direction.

“Oh hush!” Helaena shot him a smile through the cloud of sparkles. “You’re the one that agreed to help.”

“And to think, Floris Baratheon asked me to tutor her in Westerosi Colonisation.”

Your paintbrush halted in its movement, an unfinished letter etched in red against the white poster. You looked up to meet his lilac eyes.

“You’re failing that class,” You pointed out casually, to which the blond man nodded in response. 

“I am,” He agreed, a smirk pulling at his lips. “She wants me.”

Groans in unison were smothered by Aegon’s obnoxious laugh. You shared a look with Helaena, your eyes rolling back before landing upon your projects. 

The day was warm; the group decided to sit behind the baseball field as you usually did, on a picnic table surrounded by trees. This was the ideal spot outdoors on campus, in your opinion. The baseball players were always such a sight, despite the game being boring enough to be background to your daily shenanigans.

Helaena had asked the group to help her make posters for her activism club’s newest cause: The Mexican Cartel’s threat to Monarch Butterflies. Rhaena and Baela hoped on to the opportunity to do something creative for once. The girls were in finance programs, which made such opportunities rare. Aegon only agreed because he’d have an excuse to talk to Helaena’s hot activist friend – who coincidentally fell sick. You wanted to help your best friend.

The whole group was there – except Aemond. He was probably late, it was easily brushed off. His internship at his father’s company was taking up most of his time anyways.

Your gaze drifted off dreamily towards the field as a bat struck loudly. You watched as Cregan ran to first base.

“I really should answer his dms,” You mumbled to yourself in thought. 

“Cole?” Aegon inquired.

“Jace?” Baela suggested in turn.

“Larys?” Rhaena offered, prompting everyone’s laughter. 

“As if. That creep only messages our dear Y/n for feet pics. She definitely means Cregan.” Helaena shook her head dejectedly, almost in disappointment.

“Ding ding ding!” You grinned awkwardly, your eyes shooting to hers, as she retreated her attention back to her painting of a monarch butterfly. You paused, wondering if you should ask her what prompted this change in attitude. You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze towards the field. You watched as Cregan stretched, showing off his muscles for everyone to see. “He’s so cocky it’s infuriating. Ugh, I so regret not answering that ‘you up?’ text.”

“Please! It’s not like you don’t receive one ever other night…” Helaena mumbled, causing Aegon to drop his paintbrush dramatically, splashing everyone with red paint. Collective groans were suppressed by his enthusiasm, as he wrapped an arm around your neck and brought your heads closer in a near collision.

“Hey, hey, hey! No. We do not slut shame in this group!” Aegon said proudly, tutting away his sisters attempts at clearing the misunderstanding. You waved her worries away with a roll off your eyes; Aegon was just being dramatic. “Besides, it’s not like Y/n ever answers those texts.”

“How would you know?” You ask, almost indignantly.

“Look at how tense you are!” Aegon unwrapped his arm, his hand remaining on your shoulder as his eyes surveyed you. He then turned you to look at Rhaena and Baela. “Look at them! They don’t look tense at all; I guess their boyfriends are good at what they do.” 

Before the twins could object, or consider if they even wanted to object, Aegon turned you once more to look at Helaena. “Now look at Hel: she looks so tense it looks like she has a metal rod up her-“

“-Hey!” Helaena threw her paintbrush at Aegon who pulled you with him down to duck the makeshift missile. An ungodly shriek escaped you as you landed on your ass, Aegon seizing at your side in a fit off giggles. You punched the blond man in the shoulder in annoyance, your eyes falling to your raised skirt. Red flew to your cheeks as your hands darted to straighten the material over your thighs appropriately.  

“I swear to the Gods, Aegon, if Cregan saw my granny panties, I would never be able to live it down!”

“Don’t you have anything nicer? Even I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole,” Aegon remained lying on the grass, leaning against his forearm as he gave you a suggestive once over. 

“It’s laundry day!” You stammered, your face flushing crimson in embarrassment. “I wouldn’t wear these panties- Wait, let’s just stop talking about my panties, okay! Can we just stop saying the word panties?”

A handful of flutteringly impatient fingers appeared in your field of vision, offering a helping hand to stand. Your hand instinctively clasped around it, allowing yourself to be pulled up. Your brain slowly caught up to your movements as you registered who your eyes fell upon. Your gaze slowly followed up the leather jacket clad arm, to the curve of a strong shoulder, to finally meet Aemond’s lilac gaze. 

Well shit.

“You’re the one that keeps saying it,” He commented, as he effortlessly brought you to stand. He nodded to everyone’s greeting, before looking down at his brother who was laying on the grass leisurely.

You immediately smoothed out your skirt, made sure it was covering all the appropriate areas, before returning to your seat in a huff. Baela playfully knocked your shoulder with hers as you resumed painting the letters on the cart board.

“No matter how much I hate to admit it, Aegon is right.”

“He is?” You asked, your brows rising in astonishment.

“I am?” He too, seemed equally surprised. He quickly rose to his feet, dusted off his clothes before arrogantly returning to his seat between you and Helaena, closest to his sister so his brother would have room to join you. 

Aemond picked up the discarded paintbrush, returning it to Helaena, who whispered a thanks.

“Aegon is right about what?” Aemond asked as he sat besides you, the leather of his jacket brushing against the wool off your knitted sweater. 

“That’s what I want to know,” You replied, ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine at Aemond’s proximity. There was something about that man; despite him being your friend and your best friend’s brother which made him off limits, it equally made him as enticing.  You suppressed a sigh as his cologne made its way up your nose, shifting your attention to their cousin Baela. 

“Okay don’t stone me for saying this, but you should get laid!” 

Your jaw dropped at her words, before laughing loudly, your head hanging back. You almost didn’t feel the way Aemond stiffened at your side, and you were oblivious to the look Helaena shot him. Your attention was pulled by Aegon who pointed in your direction, a massive smirk etched into his features.

“You see! I told you!”

“Alright!” You conceded, your hands rising in the air. You bumped Baela’s shoulder with a wink. “I’ll consider it, after midterms this week.”

“Just in time for Lannister Hall's Halloween Party…” Aegon grinned wickedly, all but rubbing his paint-stained hands maliciously. “You guys know what I’m thinking?”

“We need to go costume shopping!” Rhaena’s eyes sparkled in excitement, her hands flying to Helaena and Baela’s wrists. “Are we thinking group costumes?”

“Count me out,” Aemond said automatically, everyone booed him, but you.

“I wanted to go as Sally!” You pouted, not having planned for such an outcome.

“Sally?” Helaena frowned, scratching her head as if she was digging deep to figure out who you were talking about.   

“You know, from Nightmare Before Christmas?” 

The girls awed in approval.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed, bringing his loose blond hair over his ear. It was so silky and long, you felt jealousy course through you. You were pulled from your thoughts as he continued. “Like Jack and Sally.”

“Yes, exactly!” You smiled.

“Oh, like the Blink-182 song!” Aegon nodded in understanding, clearly having never seen the movie. Helaena swatted him over the head as Baela and Rhaena called him uncultured. You rolled my eyes as you finished transcribing the slogan onto the poster. 

‘Save the monarchs and avocado producers from the Mexican Cartel!’

“What a mouthful…” You mumbled, prompting snickers to rise around the picnic table. 

“That’s what she said,” Aegon naturally retorted. 

“Maybe add some avocados around it! That’ll get people’s attentions,” Helaena proposed. You nodded, dipping your paintbrush into the water can. You twirled it into the water until the tip was clean.   

“Anyways, group costumes anyone?” Aegon reiterated.

“Well, we’re six…” Helaena began, Aemond swift to cut in.

“Five.”

“Four!” You raised your hand in agreement; you already had a costume. 

“Three, two, one!” Baela jumped in, bringing your hand down. 

“Enough with the shenanigans. It’s a wonder we ever get anything done.” Aemond sighed aggravatedly as the flimsy bottle of glitter opened between his fingers. The sparkles went everywhere, sticking to his black leather jacket and clinging to his hands. He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.

“You have glitter in your hair,” You stated, looking up to meet his gaze at your side. His eyes flew away to his sister, who nodded slowly, as if trying not to laugh. Aemond flushed in anger as Aegon burst out laughing. “It’s okay, Aemond. You look good. Like a shiny vampire in Twilight.” 

Snickers followed your teasing words. Aemond rolled his eyes, a flush staining on his cheeks. 

“Guys, focus!” Rhaena called you all to order. “You’re all forgetting that there’s two big Halloween Parties happening this weekend: Lannister Hall’s on Saturday and Baratheon Hall’s on Friday. Officially, the October 31st is Saturday, so makes sense that Lannister’s will be bigger, but they're both costume parties.”

“We can do both!” You then agreed. It was settled. 

“Not happening,” Aemond remained firm on his stance.

“Oh, my gods, Y/n,” Rhaena whispered hurriedly. You looked up from your painted avocados, meeting her and Helaena’s wide eyes. 

“Hm?” 

Aegon nodded his head to look behind you; you turned, everyone turned their attention as three of the baseball players jogged your way.  Cregan, Jace, and Criston. Aemond stiffened at your side.

It was almost as if Cregan’s slow paced run was intentional, letting the wind run through his hair. Your eyes followed as he strode up to your picnic table, the baseball bat in his hand rising to rest over his shoulders, showing off his glorious biceps. 

“Hey guys,” He briefly glanced around the table before landing his gaze on you. “Hey Y/n!”

“Hey Cregan,” You raised a brow curiously, nodding your head towards Jace who approached his cousins inquiring about the project, and then to Criston who fist bumped Aemond. Cregan soon captured your attention with his bright smile. 

“I couldn’t help but notice your nasty fall earlier. Hope you didn’t hurt yourself too bad.” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, face flushing, quickly shooting Aegon an ‘I-will-smite-you-where-you-stand’ glare. He poked his tongue out at you. You flipped him off before returning your attention to Cregan. 

“It hurt my pride more than anything,” You conceded with a small smile, swallowing your embarrassment. Cregan laughed at your words before bringing down the bat at his side, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Are you going to Lannister’s party on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” You agreed, a smile gracing your lips. Maybe you did need to get laid. “You?”

“Yeah. What are you going as?”

“We’re doing a group costume,” Aemond cut in, making you look up at him uncertainly. You tilted your head curiously, knowing damn well Aemond hated the idea of matching costumes. 

“We are,” You confirmed, shifting your attention back towards Cregan. 

“Cool. I’ll see each other there.”

“I’ll see you there!” You shot him one more grin before the baseball players ran back to the field to practice. You turned back in your seat, avoiding the temptation of analysing Aemond’s features in curiosity.

“So, group costumes?”

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Fine Arts

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Cregan Stark x reader, Helaena Targaryen x reader (best friend), Aegon Targaryen x reader (platonic) Rhaena Targaryen x reader (platonic), Baela Targaryen (platonic) 

Tropes: Jealousy, mutual pining, alternate universe (modern university setting), She/her reader

Summary: Y/n always had a crush on Aemond. Her close friendship with Helaena stopped her from crossing the fine line of friendship with Aemond, who silently returns her feelings.

“It’s taking forever!” Aegon whined, ducking as Helaena threw a handful of glitter in his direction.

“Oh hush!” Helaena shot him a smile through the cloud of sparkles. “You’re the one that agreed to help.”

“And to think, Floris Baratheon asked me to tutor her in Westerosi Colonisation.”

Your paintbrush halted in its movement, an unfinished letter etched in red against the white poster. You looked up to meet his lilac eyes.

“You’re failing that class,” You pointed out casually, to which the blond man nodded in response. 

“I am,” He agreed, a smirk pulling at his lips. “She wants me.”

Groans in unison were smothered by Aegon’s obnoxious laugh. You shared a look with Helaena, your eyes rolling back before landing upon your projects. 

Monday. The day was warm; the group decided to sit behind the baseball field as you usually did, on a picnic table surrounded by trees. This was the ideal spot outdoors on campus, in your opinion. The baseball players were always such a sight, despite the game being boring enough to be background to your daily shenanigans.

Helaena had asked the group to help her make posters for her activism club’s newest cause: The Mexican Cartel’s threat to Monarch Butterflies. Rhaena and Baela hoped on to the opportunity to do something creative for once. The girls were in finance programs, which made such opportunities rare. Aegon only agreed because he’d have an excuse to talk to Helaena’s hot activist friend – who coincidentally fell sick. You wanted to help your best friend.

The whole group was there – except Aemond. He was probably late, it was easily brushed off. His internship at his father’s company was taking up most of his time anyways.

Your gaze drifted off dreamily towards the field as a bat struck loudly. You watched as Cregan ran to first base.

“I really should answer his dms,” You mumbled to yourself in thought. 

“Cole?” Aegon inquired.

“Jace?” Baela suggested in turn.

“Larys?” Rhaena offered, prompting everyone’s laughter. 

“As if. That creep only messages our dear Y/n for feet pics. She definitely means Cregan.” Helaena shook her head dejectedly, almost in disappointment.

“Ding ding ding!” You grinned awkwardly, your eyes shooting to hers, as she retreated her attention back to her painting of a monarch butterfly. You paused, wondering if you should ask her what prompted this change in attitude. You cleared your throat, shifting your gaze towards the field. You watched as Cregan stretched, showing off his muscles for everyone to see. “He’s so cocky it’s infuriating. Ugh, I so regret not answering that ‘you up?’ text.”

“Please! It’s not like you don’t receive one ever other night…” Helaena mumbled, causing Aegon to drop his paintbrush dramatically, splashing everyone with red paint. Collective groans were suppressed by his enthusiasm, as he wrapped an arm around your neck and brought your heads closer in a near collision.

“Hey, hey, hey! No. We do not slut shame in this group!” Aegon said proudly, tutting away his sisters attempts at clearing the misunderstanding. You waved her worries away with a roll off your eyes; Aegon was just being dramatic. “Besides, it’s not like Y/n ever answers those texts.”

“How would you know?” You ask, almost indignantly.

“Look at how tense you are!” Aegon unwrapped his arm, his hand remaining on your shoulder as his eyes surveyed you. He then turned you to look at Rhaena and Baela. “Look at them! They don’t look tense at all; I guess their boyfriends are good at what they do.” 

Before the twins could object, or consider if they even wanted to object, Aegon turned you once more to look at Helaena. “Now look at Hel: she looks so tense it looks like she has a metal rod up her-“

“-Hey!” Helaena threw her paintbrush at Aegon who pulled you with him down to duck the makeshift missile. An ungodly shriek escaped you as you landed on your ass, Aegon seizing at your side in a fit off giggles. You punched the blond man in the shoulder in annoyance, your eyes falling to your raised skirt. Red flew to your cheeks as your hands darted to straighten the material over your thighs appropriately.  

“I swear to the Gods, Aegon, if Cregan saw my granny panties, I would never be able to live it down!”

“Don’t you have anything nicer? Even I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole,” Aegon remained lying on the grass, leaning against his forearm as he gave you a suggestive once over. 

“It’s laundry day!” You stammered, your face flushing crimson in embarrassment. “I wouldn’t wear these panties- Wait, let’s just stop talking about my panties, okay! Can we just stop saying the word panties?”

A handful of flutteringly impatient fingers appeared in your field of vision, offering a helping hand to stand. Your hand instinctively clasped around it, allowing yourself to be pulled up. Your brain slowly caught up to your movements as you registered who your eyes fell upon. Your gaze slowly followed up the leather jacket clad arm, to the curve of a strong shoulder, to finally meet Aemond’s lilac gaze. 

Well shit.

“You’re the one that keeps saying it,” He commented, as he effortlessly brought you to stand. He nodded to everyone’s greeting, before looking down at his brother who was laying on the grass leisurely.

You immediately smoothed out your skirt, made sure it was covering all the appropriate areas, before returning to your seat in a huff. Baela playfully knocked your shoulder with hers as you resumed painting the letters on the cart board.

“No matter how much I hate to admit it, Aegon is right.”

“He is?” You asked, your brows rising in astonishment.

“I am?” He too, seemed equally surprised. He quickly rose to his feet, dusted off his clothes before arrogantly returning to his seat between you and Helaena, closest to his sister so his brother would have room to join you. 

Aemond picked up the discarded paintbrush, returning it to Helaena, who whispered a thanks.

“Aegon is right about what?” Aemond asked as he sat besides you, the leather of his jacket brushing against the wool off your knitted sweater. 

“That’s what I want to know,” You replied, ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine at Aemond’s proximity. There was something about that man; despite him being your friend and your best friend’s brother which made him off limits, it equally made him as enticing.  You suppressed a sigh as his cologne made its way up your nose, shifting your attention to their cousin Baela. 

“Okay don’t stone me for saying this, but you should get laid!” 

Your jaw dropped at her words, before laughing loudly, your head hanging back. You almost didn’t feel the way Aemond stiffened at your side, and you were oblivious to the look Helaena shot him. Your attention was pulled by Aegon who pointed in your direction, a massive smirk etched into his features.

“You see! I told you!”

“Alright!” You conceded, your hands rising in the air. You bumped Baela’s shoulder with a wink. “I’ll consider it, after midterms this week.”

“Just in time for Lannister Hall's Halloween Party…” Aegon grinned wickedly, all but rubbing his paint-stained hands maliciously. “You guys know what I’m thinking?”

“We need to go costume shopping!” Rhaena’s eyes sparkled in excitement, her hands flying to Helaena and Baela’s wrists. “Are we thinking group costumes?”

“Count me out,” Aemond said automatically, everyone booed him, but you.

“I wanted to go as Sally!” You pouted, not having planned for such an outcome.

“Sally?” Helaena frowned, scratching her head as if she was digging deep to figure out who you were talking about.   

“You know, from Nightmare Before Christmas?” 

The girls awed in approval.

“Hmm.” Aemond hummed, bringing his loose blond hair over his ear. It was so silky and long, you felt jealousy course through you. You were pulled from your thoughts as he continued. “Like Jack and Sally.”

“Yes, exactly!” You smiled.

“Oh, like the Blink-182 song!” Aegon nodded in understanding, clearly having never seen the movie. Helaena swatted him over the head as Baela and Rhaena called him uncultured. You rolled my eyes as you finished transcribing the slogan onto the poster. 

‘Save the monarchs and avocado producers from the Mexican Cartel!’

“What a mouthful…” You mumbled, prompting snickers to rise around the picnic table. 

“That’s what she said,” Aegon naturally retorted. 

“Maybe add some avocados around it! That’ll get people’s attentions,” Helaena proposed. You nodded, dipping your paintbrush into the water can. You twirled it into the water until the tip was clean.   

“Anyways, group costumes anyone?” Aegon reiterated.

“Well, we’re six…” Helaena began, Aemond swift to cut in.

“Five.”

“Four!” You raised your hand in agreement; you already had a costume. 

“Three, two, one!” Baela jumped in, bringing your hand down. 

“Enough with the shenanigans. It’s a wonder we ever get anything done.” Aemond sighed aggravatedly as the flimsy bottle of glitter opened between his fingers. The sparkles went everywhere, sticking to his black leather jacket and clinging to his hands. He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.

“You have glitter in your hair,” You stated, looking up to meet his gaze at your side. His eyes flew away to his sister, who nodded slowly, as if trying not to laugh. Aemond flushed in anger as Aegon burst out laughing. “It’s okay, Aemond. You look good. Like a shiny vampire in Twilight.” 

Snickers followed your teasing words. Aemond rolled his eyes, a flush staining on his cheeks. 

“Guys, focus!” Rhaena called you all to order. “You’re all forgetting that there’s two big Halloween Parties happening this weekend: Lannister Hall’s on Saturday and Baratheon Hall’s on Friday. Officially, the October 31st is Saturday, so makes sense that Lannister’s will be bigger, but they're both costume parties.”

“We can do both!” You then agreed. It was settled. 

“Not happening,” Aemond remained firm on his stance.

“Oh, my gods, Y/n,” Rhaena whispered hurriedly. You looked up from your painted avocados, meeting her and Helaena’s wide eyes. 

“Hm?” 

Aegon nodded his head to look behind you; you turned, everyone turned their attention as three of the baseball players jogged your way.  Cregan, Jace, and Criston. Aemond stiffened at your side.

It was almost as if Cregan’s slow paced run was intentional, letting the wind run through his hair. Your eyes followed as he strode up to your picnic table, the baseball bat in his hand rising to rest over his shoulders, showing off his glorious biceps. 

“Hey guys,” He briefly glanced around the table before landing his gaze on you. “Hey Y/n!”

“Hey Cregan,” You raised a brow curiously, nodding your head towards Jace who approached his cousins inquiring about the project, and then to Criston who fist bumped Aemond. Cregan soon captured your attention with his bright smile. 

“I couldn’t help but notice your nasty fall earlier. Hope you didn’t hurt yourself too bad.” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, face flushing, quickly shooting Aegon an ‘I-will-smite-you-where-you-stand’ glare. He poked his tongue out at you. You flipped him off before returning your attention to Cregan. 

“It hurt my pride more than anything,” You conceded with a small smile, swallowing your embarrassment. Cregan laughed at your words before bringing down the bat at his side, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Are you going to Lannister’s party on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” You agreed, a smile gracing your lips. Maybe you did need to get laid. “You?”

“Yeah. What are you going as?”

“We’re doing a group costume,” Aemond cut in, making you look up at him uncertainly. You tilted your head curiously, knowing damn well Aemond hated the idea of matching costumes. 

“We are,” You confirmed, shifting your attention back towards Cregan. 

“Cool. I’ll see each other there.”

“I’ll see you there!” You shot him one more grin before the baseball players ran back to the field to practice. You turned back in your seat, avoiding the temptation of analysing Aemond’s features in curiosity.

“So, group costumes?”

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Aubrey Plaza the woman that you are today

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