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EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | S01E09 The Green Council  

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Enchantress

Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You would guard your throne from vultures no matter the cost and so the games begins. In which Aemond Targaryen regrets making an enemy of his wife.

Aemond is a cheating hoe. No one wanted this I just really wanted to write some angst. As always your features and ethnicity is not mentioned, background is not specified but you are a highborn. After the Serpentine series I wanted something spicy.

Word count: 8.1k

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By nature you were a patient person, taking great diligence in ensuring emotions doesn't overcome your judgment. But as the hour grows late your forbearance for your husband had begun to wear thin. It nears twelve and you had been waiting for Aemonds return for well over three hours now. With every passing minute you find yourself drowning in madness as you draw a blank on where or what he was up to. Succumbing to the ill thoughts on your mind as the flickering dance and crackle of the fire floods your senses. You're tired, you're anxious and your ears are ringing yet you still sat unmoving. Why?

There was no doubt that the man in question confused you to no end, nevertheless you still made sure to act accordingly and play the part of his wife. Although you're finding it increasingly hard to upkeep the role of his good little lover when the man is hardly in your presence. It was true that your marriage with Aemond was one out of political leverage, but you still did your best to care for him. Always making sure your relationship was fostered and tended to in the hopes of something blossoming.

You had faith that he would grow fonder of you as the years went on, but with every passing day that thought was challenged. It had been a long journey but without fail you acted kind and loving towards him no matter the expense. Valuing your relationship with Aemond a great deal, you were willing to do anything for him.

Even endure his callous behaviors towards you.

It was no secret that the prince was rather displeased with your union. For a man that preached the importance of preforming duty, he was awfully bad at it. You had been wedded for almost half a year now and have yet to consummate the marriage. Not that you weren't willing to, the problem lies with your husband. It was plain to see behind closed doors that he did not take you seriously.

In his eye this marriage was a joke, you were but strangers at best due to his lack of effort. Now you know not of the origins of his distant behavior but you've tried your best to minimize them. Dragging Aemond off to accompany you on walks around the castle, asking him to join you for lunch; everyday without faltering you tried.

But to no avail, your attempts does little to dull the wall between you two. He doesn't interact with you unless it was mandatory or for show, displayed little emotions past cordial. And god forbid laying a hand on you was the end of the fucking world. Was this who Aemond Targaryen was? Cold and cynical? Deprived of all that makes a person human. Every time you looked at him he was a ghost, fading into the background slipping from your grasp. He was untouchable, invisible. His self-righteous aura creating a vortex around him.

The distance between Aemond and you had started to become apparent to the ladies in court. Everyday without fail they would voice their concerns, asking you if you were being mistreated. Of course you lie, a task that comes easy to you, easier than you thought it would since you had little ties with your husband. Though it makes you wonder if Aemond also found it easy to lie to you....

The thought gets lost on you as an intrusive sound rings through your chambers. Brows furrowing at the disturbance, why would Aemond feel the need to knock on your shared room? The train was rather absurd so it leads you into thinking that it wasn't him paying you a visit. Much to your disappointment. With confusion in your voice, you call out to the visitor.

"Come in." Anxiously bringing your palms together on your lap. Your fingers locked themselves in a manner of worry, squeezing tightly as you prepare yourself. Soon the door opens and in follows Ser Larys Strong. His pronounced way of walking evident as the cane hits the ground harshly. The sound announcing and intrusive, almost counting down the seconds before he reaches you.

"I am sorry to intrude on your private time my Lady, especially when the hour is so late but I fear this matter cannot wait till dawn." He smiles sympathetically although you do not like implications behind it. You notion for him to sit across from you, watching the scene carefully. You don't utter a word as he moves to take his place. Ser Larys's visits are always prompted.... And by the look on his face it reads that he knows something you don't... That fact slightly unnerved you...

"I thought this news would be best heard if it were from me.... From a friend..." Bullshit. Larys always had an ulterior motive, he liked cultivating favors from the court only for them to owe him in return. No doubt that he was a sick man that enjoyed manipulating others, finding power in mind games in a way that he cannot with the sword. You were far from friends but played the game together. He only viewed you so highly because you were one of the only people the didn't fall for his lures and cryptic words.

"I take it this news is not pleasant." Lifting a brow at him in question, you kept your manner strong and imposing. He swallows and nods his head briefly, averting his gaze from you to look at the floor.

"Earlier today.... Prince Aemond was caught indulging a servant girl in Harrenhal." He says the words carefully though no amount of safe keeping can withhold your anger. Larys words were vague but you understood clearly what he meant. Shaking in your seat, you calm yourself. Or at least tried to....

You were going to fucking kill him.

"Ah.... I see... Who else knows?" Your words come out strained. Tone cut and tense, implying that you were holding back an outburst as tears of anger slowly clouds your gaze. What did you honestly expect? Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, vision tunneling as rage began crawling up your center. For a moment your breath stills, the abyss captivating you before you snap out of it and focusing on Ser Larys once more. He says nothing as he watches the fire burn, avoiding your venomous stare.

"Just you and me." He nods slowly, finally looking at you, only to drop his gaze soon after. He was uncomfortable beyond measure... His mouth opens to say something once more but stops to take in your shape. You clutched at the chair with a murderous grip, nails digging into the stained leather. Slowly he met your unmoving eyes, taken aback by the poison swimming amongst them. Gods be good... That look never meant well. The tension was heavy and for a moment Larys feared for his own life. You were not sad nor disheartened, instead you were seething in hatred. The room fogs with something unpleasant as the walls welcomed the illness like an old friend. Such atmosphere was suffocating as he watched you shake in retribution, no doubt planning your next calculating moves.

Vengeance. That was all you wanted. Many questions plagued your mind, had you not been good enough for him? You've done all that you could to please him and yet he disrespect your name with his adultery. You honestly didn't know what to say, it wasn't like this was much of a shock to you since a part of you always had suspicions. But you dismissed those thoughts as nothing but intrusive and toxicant. Yet to hear the words out loud coming from a reputable man such as Ser Larys Strong was much different than you telling yourself. Larys was many things but he was not a liar. His words always had claim and a backbone, despite how distasteful the intentions behind them may be. You could not care less about what he wants to get out of you, what you want to know is what else he's keeping locked away. And what will it take to get him talking.

"The servant that caught them and sent for a raven was found killed under.... suspicious circumstances... I only received both letters now, of the girls retelling and of her death.... A dagger through the mouth what an awful way to go..." Larys speaks when you don't, watching the way you thought in silence. He wondered what you were thinking, for he was one of the only people that knew your true nature. You were a murderous woman, manipulative, vigilant, and vengeful... Behind those stupid smiles and shy fronts was an enchantress, turning the tides in her favor. And now an outsider trespasses on your waters. Larys knows more than anything that you were willing to guard your throne from vultures at any cost.

You didn't like coming second to anybody, and for a moment he prays for the prince...

"I understand that this must be difficult for you, but if you are ever in need... I'll be sure to be of service in this trying time..." You scoff at that, the sound reverberating through the room. There it was. The bait he dangles so tempting in front of foolish fish.

"At what cost Ser Larys, I am no fool. I know everything from you must always come at a price." Holding your chin up high, you crossed your arms and leaned back into your seat. Having calmed down a little, you plan a rainstorm of hell fire.

"Not this time... You see, this girl that had somehow managed to enthrall the prince.... She is a nuisance on my side so you can insure my allegiance is with you. As Lord of Harrenhal I make it a point to know everything and anything going on in my own castle, even if I'm not present. I can ensure you that I have eyes everywhere." You ignore the way your stomach turns at the thought of someone else captivating Aemond as you thought on his proposal. It would be quite useful to have someone with such connections on your side. Shaking your head as you corrected yourself. There were no sides nor factions, you were not at war with Aemond. Yet.

"Can you tell me the name of this girl?"

"She goes by Alys Rivers, you may know of her...." It was almost comical enough to force a laugh.

A bastard Strong... How truly ironic and cliche. It would seem that the very vendetta he had against his own nephews would be the cause of his own demise. The pain that rushed through you didn't burn anymore, instead it courses through your veins in bittersweetness, fueling your vengeance and need for revenge. You didn't care all that much about closure, instead looking for all the ways you can induce the same pain onto Aemond. You were patient to a fault, all the unwanted emotions manifesting into pettiness and spite.

To hurt Aemond Targaryen you must be precise and conniving, you couldn't afford any spill ups. In truth the stature he built of himself was great; intimidating, undying, a menace. But beneath all that you knew he was still the same little boy that got bullied for not having a dragon. Scars like that cannot be grown out of, especially when they've left such permanent imprints on him. You were not going to evoke One Eye Aemond who rides the largest dragon, but rather the young little boy he held so dearly to his heart. That was the Aemond you wanted to hurt. Not the man that gave you blank stares and barely spoke any words to you. Not the man that dares call himself your husband when he has not deserved the name. The neglected outcast freak, that was who you were going to murder.

How dare he choose her over you. Suddenly it clouds your vision. All the violence, the fire, the insecurities. Your inability to think clear, the pride and pain of being his wife. Your lust and distaste for the man that caused you such pain. It ruptures your heart. You would trade love for greed just to induce the same feelings onto him. Oh how you wanted to ruin him. Ruin her for him. By the end of it you wanted him begging at your knees, crying apologies. Who does Alys Rivers think she was to steal your husband away from you. And who does Aemond think he was to assume you wouldn't retaliate. Or perhaps he knew and simply didn't care... That was a common theme in your husband, not caring about you. He was more of a fool than you thought of if he thinks you were just going to stand for this and take it.

No. You wanted an eye for an eye. Or more plainly, a heart for a heart.

"Her existence threatens you." Speaking lowly as you projected your thoughts onto Ser Larys. You aren't the only one to have a reason to hate the aforementioned wench. You may be hazed with hatred but you are not blind. There was a reason Ser Larys chose to come to you instead of Aemond with this information. Without him you wouldn't have known anything, and surely the favor of a prince would be worth more than you could ever give him. Yet he came knocking at your door.

"I am the sole heir to my fathers title, if that bastard had somehow managed to persuade the prince then my very seat is challenged. An outsider amongst the natives. I need to ensure my status, my lady. Can I trust you on this." His words were frantic almost, his long brown hair falling over his face as he leaned in close. Ser Larys was pleading, in his own way...

"You can. Now, my friend... what will you have me do?" The smile that spread across your face was sinister as you prompted his guidance. Though it was more rhetorical, you knew what had to be done.

"Seduce Aemond. Capture his attention enough so that he begins to question his love for her." Love? Was that burned between them? Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you thought on it more. It wasn't a bad design, far better than you stabbing a knife through Alys in front of Aemond. Only one minor flaw.

"And how shall I manage to do that!? The man can barely look at me!"

"To the unseeing eye it appears that way. Though the amount of times I've caught his gaze lingering longer than it should is great. You are a smart woman y/n, I'm sure you can figure out a way to break through his barrier."

Could it be that all this time you just hadn't noticed him looking at you? Regardless that was irrelevant as you pondered your first move. You and Larys had the advantage, Aemond doesn't know that you knew of his infidelity. And as far as you're aware your image as his good little wife was still intact, so perhaps you would play into that role more. Aemond’s betrayal made you realize that you've grown stiff as a board. It dulls you as you realize that you've come to be the very woman you pray for. Desperately lost in their marriage. Endlessly dreaming, hoping one day Aemond would come around and play pretend with you. He was taking advantage of you without you knowing it. He sees your very being as something he can twist and turn in his palm like one of his daggers.

At a certain point he was bound to get cut.

To hurt Aemond Targaryen you must hurt that little boy. It had been weeks since your night with Ser Larys and silently you had been scheming. So far you remained indifferent, trying hard to make sure you aren't faltering by acting the same. It was a hard task that you've come to dread as you knew the cold truth behind his behaviors. At day he would be with you, by night he would be deep in her. You only began to notice the missing hours in your days and curse yourself for being so foolish. You thought long and hard about how you were going to approach the situation. Dissecting your husband under a magnifying glass whilst hiding behind timid smiles. And soon enough your praying and mute jealousy had manifested into the form of a golden haired beast bearing red and gold.

Ser Tyrin Lannister...

A handsome, charming young lord that has come to pay the crown a visit... Though you saw him for what he truly was, a prideful and egotistical man that's blinded by arrogance. The perfect pawn for your game. Truthfully, you only picked him out because he beared such acute resemblance to prince Aegon. The only difference in appearance was instead of the famed silver hair his was pure gold. You hoped that your choice of companion would strike a nerve with Aemond, seeing that he's spent so much of his youth being tormented by the image of the man.

And by the way he was glaring daggers at you and Tyrin, your expectations fall true. It was easy to manipulate the Lannister with sugar coated words and flirtatious giggles, the problem lied with Aemond taking the bait. Up until this point you were basically going off theory, but now you can trust that Aemond was a possessive man.

Your laugh rings through the room as you giggle at something Tyrin whispered in your ear. The man was indeed charismatic which made talking to him easy enough. If you hadn't diluted him to nothing but a playing piece you would have found yourself actually enjoying his company. You had been acquainted for quite some time now, ever since his first arrival, and everyday without fail you were with him. Slowly but surely you had began replacing Aemond with Tyrin in your life. It was him you went on walks with, it was him you dinned with. There was no doubt that Lannisters had vanity and he was aware of it, he was aware of how his gracious gifts won you over and softened you. Or so he thought. In weeks time you had managed to accumulate a collection of gold and ruby jewelries from the man himself.

Something Aemond has not taken kindly to, seeing the way his jaw would clench everytime you adorned the treasures. At this point you had purposely made a show of it, parading in a red and gold gown with massive ruby earrings dangling from your ears. All while you showcased a brilliant ruby and gold choker around your neck. You looked more like Tyrin's wife than Aemond's and perhaps that was your goal. Though honestly your endgame gets lost on you as you're having so much fun toying with him. No doubt Aemond had begun to pick up on your absence and it was hilarious to see. His worries and insecurities must've gotten the best of him because now you can't go anywhere without him trailing behind. He was always there, watching in silence, perhaps judging you but you did not care. The fact of the matter was, whatever you were doing was working.

"If you stare any longer I'm sure a fire will start to burn." Aegon says dryly from beside his brother, looking down at his empty chalice before placing it down all together. The elder rolled his eyes at the familiar 'hmmm' that escaped Aemond as he opens his mouth to say something but he turns mute. Instead he narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Contrary to popular belief, Aegon was not a complete fucking asshole. Well... sometimes he wasn't... He sensed his brothers discomfort greatly and although he didn't want to pry, he wanted to know what laid within the inner workings of Aemond's mind. Call it care or intrigue, but he loved gossip like an old widowed wife. Fact of the matter was, Aegon Targaryen was painful self aware and it didn't take much to figure out that Tyrin Lannister was him in lions clothing. Of course Tyrin was him if he actually tried and excelled at things. His drunken habits aside, he wanted to know why his sister in law was so taken by him with golden hair....

"He looks like me..." Aegon turns to his brother only to notice him swiftly walking away at his words. He turns to the man once more, brows pulling in contempt. Maybe he should have been born a Lannister....

To say that Aemond was irritated was an understatement. It was all so ridiculous. The fact that you were throwing yourself so carelessly for a man such as that imbecile. All Lannisters were dazzling armors with nothing truly potent inside. They were blinded by shine and glimmer just as much as everyone else was from their looks. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the resemblance Ser Tyrin had to his brother was uncanny. And he wouldn't dare admit that these unbecoming feelings were derived from that fact alone. Call Aemond what you will, a bitter husband, a possessive man, but he did not like what was playing out in front of him.

Over the passing weeks you had devoted your attention to that man and him alone. From the moment you awoke you were dressed in red and gold, throughout the day you were by his side. He no longer saw you and you no longer sought for his attention. He thought it'd be nice, to finally get you off his back but everyday he grows increasingly impatient. Were you not his wife? He knows he doesn't have a proper claim over you especially with how he's been acting but he still owned his emotions. And he was allowed to feel however he wanted to. Although he doesn't speculate any infidelity from your end, mainly because you weren't the type in his eye, it was plain that you were taken by a lion. Whether you knew it or not, you were dancing with a beast and Aemond would not take such defeat.

In all honesty, he's certain you aren't fucking Tyrin. Now perhaps that was just wishful thinking fueling his denial but you weren't exactly the type. All your marriage he's known you as nothing but dull... The perfect embodiment of who his parents wanted him to marry. Kind, respectable, a push over... In his opinion you were devoted to a fault. Seeing you as nothing but mindless doll who had no other choice but to fall in line and agree with whoever owned them. Hence why when seeking companionship he purposely chose some the exact opposite of you. Alys was older by a few years and had all the experience he craved. It was no question why that he sought for her instead of you. Word around the castle was that you were thought to be too pious to succumb to sins of temptation unless duty was in order.

He hadn't meant to grow so attached to Alys but she was exhilarating. Everytime they were apart he yearned for her body. She was captivating and alluring in all senses, intoxicating him. With long brown hair and a figure that could make the gods envious, she held him with a death grip. His Alys. Aemond knew that what he had with her wasn't love but more so addiction, but he didn't care what it was just as long as he got to have more of it. The differences between you and Alys were stark to see, you were at polars end. But what drawned him to her was the fact that she was so aware of her touch. He liked women that knew how to wield a weapon, and he quite honestly couldn't picture you doing the same. They called her many names for her beauty, searing her as a witch for her dominion over man.

If he wanted an enchantress you would give it to him. You would be better than Alys in every way imaginable. If he wanted someone who can satisfy him then you would drive him into the brink of madness with your touch. You wanted to suffocate and flush out Aemond Targaryen till he was no more than a shell. It started off slow. Switching your clothing in favor of another, something more hugging and accentuating. Your old gowns so colorful and modest were now replaced with darker tones that showed off your body well. It was an odd switch but you felt more comfortable this way strangly enough.

Then you traded innocent stares for something more bidden, your once doe eyes turning siren as you realize the effects of you had. Perhaps Aemond cheating on you was a blessing in disguise. You only now realize how good it felt to be wanted. All throughout court, men and women a like would fall in line for you. They would bow if you commanded so. You looked like someone to be taken seriously and not so much like a walking virtue. Everytime you entered a room eyes would be on you, the silent respect your new aura demanded was intoxicating. You knew who you were and what you were capable of, it was time for them now to know too.

It was empowering. You felt Immortal and unchallenged. To have them speak so nervously to you, the shy stares and permanent blushes. Your new change had prompted many curiosities but what captures people so was your attitude. Cunning, sly and quick witted, all the aspects of your being that you suppressed. You had never felt this in control all your life, like the tides were moved by your will.

All your life you've been taught to be one way despite your true wishes. You painted yourself as the image of what a lady was supposed to be without understanding why you were doing it. Or who you were doing it for. Perhaps this is why the change was so liberating, because you no longer chose to hide yourself. Maybe this was who you were all along and just needed a push to embrace it. You no longer felt like you were wearing a mask and truthfully you don't think you could ever put it on again. Not when they all doted around you. Not they all craved for you. Not when you had such power over desires.

They all fell into line... all but Aemond.... but you had something special for him. For now you let his judgment cloud him. You doubt that he's picked up on your facade faltering. It was quite strange to embrace the very values your teaching went against. Sensuality, unkept emotions, temptation. Having been guided to act one way only to realize that people yearned for the other more. To switch from being subdued to domineering. You no longer let people tell you what to do and how truly inebriating it was.

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"You are intoxicating...."

You know not how much time has passed, only consumed on Tyrin's lips as he grasped your body all over. Laughing when his teeth grazed your neck, you threw your head back in bliss. Maybe this was what the Septa was trying to keep you away from, the overwhelming sensations of sex. It rushes through you, sending your skin on fire in it's wake. God, he knew how to please you so. Giggling into your ear as his golden locks curtain the sinful things he whispered, Tyrin's fingers expertly yanks your skirt up. You let him pin you to the bed, a stupid smile spreading across your face. If such an act was so bad then why on earth did it feel so good?

How exhilarating it was to be desired, to be wanted and fondled with care. And to think, all this time you had spent rotting away in your bed chambers waiting for Aemond. If he would not satisfy you then you would satisfy yourself, fulfillment taking the form of a rogue lover. Perhaps it was messy to set your eyes on the men of the court but maybe that's what you wanted. You like the thrill of getting caught, liked the rumors that murmured through the halls. Although you hadn't slept with anyone but Tyrin, you couldn't contain yourself from teasing the occasional lord and lady. Naturally, word got around of your effects and of you and Tyrin's speculated affairs. And not so long after, word finally traveled to your dear stupid husband. Though it wasn't until he caught you in the middle of the act did he finally take it seriously. Up until this point they were but toothless claims, not believing his tight laced wife would ever be capable enough to find her own back bone.

"Faster.... faster..." You say through half lidded eyes, blurry vision locked onto the man in between your legs. Your fingers intertwined with his golden hair as you guide his head at your will. Body heaving and grinding up against his mouth. You pull at your skirts more to get a better view of his face.

All was falling into place and you would make your first strike as footsteps approached up the hall. You were nearing ecstasy as your eyes stay trained onto the door. You had perfectly timed everything and in a manner of seconds you would land such a blow so harsh that it would shatter Aemonds views of you. His boring and dull, obedient little wife coming undone by a man that was not him. You suppress a moan as Tyrin slips his middle finger in you, fucking you in and out as his lips wrap around your swollen clit. Almost there, almost there....

Oh it was all too much yet not enough at the same time. It floods you, sending you over the edge as you desperately grasp onto the bed covers. And at the sound of the door opening you let out a series of gasps turned moans as you lock eyes with the cause of your downfall. The look on his face was satisfaction enough, but you wanted more. Eyes closing in bliss as your head falls onto the bed, a laugh so sinister rings through the room. You pull your skirt over to hide your exposed skin as you smile up at Tyrin. Drawing him close to place a long loving kiss on his lips, you nod your head out the door, whispering empty promises of later. Aemond watches the whole exchange, mouth clenched and fists balled. As the man walked past him and out the door Aemond had to physically stop himself from mauling him and setting him on fire.

There was no doubt about it, he was angry. Shaking in place much like you had in your seat weeks ago. He didn't know what these emotions were blossoming in his chest but he didn't like it. It burned in a way so violent he fears that a hole may form in his chest. He does nothing for a few moments, simply standing in place eyeing you like a predator to it's prey. You do the same, putting all your body weight on your elbow as you laid on the bed unmoving. If he expected a stream of desperate apologies to fall from your mouth then he was not going to get it. You looked at eachother with much venom and alcohol. The gratification you got coursed through you as the image he had witnessed stayed forever burned in his brain.

Good. You wanted him to remember that forever. Much like you'll remember his actions towards you for eternity. Suddenly you were angry. Angry at him, angry at his fucking Alys, angry at Ser Larys. Snarling in hate as your gaze hardens you force yourself to speak.

"Get out." The words were cold, and for a moment Aemond flinches as it echoed through the walls. He does what you command, harshly shutting the door behind him and you fall onto the bed once more.

What had you done?

You were getting even. You wouldn't be here if he hadn't have provoked you first. Truthfully, you didn't know what scared you more, the fact that you could have potentially ruined your marriage or how absolutely addicting it was to inflict pain onto him. One things for certain though, you weren't done.

Aemond didn't know what to feel. He was a mess of emotions, lashing out at anything and everything in his way. A part of him knew that this was only fair yet why did it hurt him so bad? He thought he didn't care about you, thought you were a mere pawn in this game but it appeared that all this time you were playing him. All of it is a mystery to him as he begins to think on your relationship more. What parts of you were actually real, which was really you and which was his wife? Were your affections for him true and had he hurt you so? All this time he thought you were playing a role, or maybe you were. Because the girl laying on that bed laughing like the stranger was not his wife.

No, she was a demon. A succubus getting off on his pain. All of it is so confusing, the bruises you left dragging him down into the depths. Yet why did it excite him a little... Watching you like that.... Aemond feels as though he couldn't breathe, the remaining fragments of his heart shriveled at the thought of falling victim to weakness. He would not allow this, he wouldn't allow a man like Tyrin Lannister to best him and steal you away. The sorrow he felt was akin to an old friend, the bittersweetness that plagued his soul reminded him of his youth. This was a feeling he promised himself he would never endure again. The feeling of being less than and not enough. He had failed you. He had failed you so bad that you had to go seeking for another. Now he knew that he was being a hypocrite on that but he was vulnerable.

Being vulnerable was not something Aemond Targaryen was used to.

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"You aren't to see him again." Aemond yelled, trailing after the girl as you entered your shared chambers. The space thankfully empty as you ignored his impending attitude. Your breath quickens as you find yourself caught in a rather unpleasant situation. It had been merely an hour since that gurly sight with Ser Tyrin Lannister, and Aemond finds himself losing all remaining composure he had left with you.

"Huh?" There was something rather vexing about your tone that proved to be daggers in Aemond's ears. The way you expressed such profound boredom and taciturn, as if this conversation was an inconvenience to you. You displayed an tired exposure that puzzled him to no end because the confrontation has yet to begin. Your slack demeanor and annoyed undertone was both riddling and infuriating to Aemond.

"Ser Tyrin Lannister, you aren't allowed to see him again!" Deciding to forgo any avoidance, Aemonds tone was cut clean. He told you how it was, and he did not care about preserving feelings when you were showing such childish behavior. You would either accept never seeing that man, or any man for that matter again, or Aemond would turn to more extreme measures.

"Well... who knew it was possible to evoke such emotions from you. And here I thought you were incapable." Aemond's eye widen in shock as you put on an uncharacteristic display of theatrics. You scoffed and silently berated him with your inflection. This was a side of you he's never seen before. It was a tiny probe that was meant to provoke him by angling into his worries in a brash and unnecessary way. Aemond didn't know whether or not you were intentionally trying to anger him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care if it was deliberate or not.

"...I beg your pardon?" His words wry and barren with any emotions, genuinely taken aback.

"Well then kneel and start begging." You turn to him sharply, backing him against the door as he looked down at you in shock, yet you don't back down.

"You can't tell me what to do. But if you wish to keep believing that you have some sort of power over me, I will try my best to be more discreet with my partners." You wave your hand at him, as if done with this conversation but he was far from finished.

"I will not have you acting like a whore y/n! You are my wife and mine alone!" Aemond did not mean to call you that but as the words slip from his lips he soon finds himself regretting it. Watching the way you hesitated for a moment, a flash of hurt gleaming on your face before turning angry. He knew men have called their wives much worse but not him. His mother had always made sure he knew how to treat women. If only she knew how that back fired...

A whore....

He thought that you were a whore......

Normally you wouldn't let such meaningless words effect you so but that was exactly it, it wasn't  meaningless. Not when it came from the mouth of the person you once thought the world of. Aemond used to be everything to you, and to hear that coming from him was disheartening to no end. Yes you knew that he was just angry because you pushed him so, but that fact became irrelevant as you begin to feel claustrophobic from your emotions. You felt frail, burning with a thick blanket of insecurities and rage constricting you, like a greedy serpent, ready to prey and corrupt you whole. You felt like Alice, falling into a dark rabbit hole of anxiety and panic, despair beginning to pull you down. It was all too much, and you suddenly began to feel so small. Your once defiance now subdued and replaced with the image of a shaking girl maddened. You felt afraid... not of Aemond but of your emotions...

Compose yourself, you were not going allow such disrespect and you were not going to fall into your old ways again.

"Don't play the fool, Aemond. You started this. Quite honestly what did you think was going to happen?" You yelled firmly in his face, trying so hard to push your emotions away. But thoughts of Alys tainted your mind. He would never speak to her this way. He would never act this way around her. You let the bitterness hug and empower you. The same need to hurt him reignited.

"I am simply playing the game that you started." You were reticent but in a prolix and unnecessary way. You would not reveal that he had hurt you so. Aemond opens his mouth to say something but doesn't for a few moments.

"What prompted this change..." He sounded desperate, his words breaking as he desperately searched for an answer.

"I don't know! Maybe now I don't feel the need to hide behind a mask anymore." You say to him honestly. This need for revenge and affinity for spite and pettiness, it had always been there. Aemond just didn't look at you long enough to notice it.

"I'm tired Aemond. I'm tired of doing my best to please you only for it to not be good enough!"

It wasn't just about you or Aemond being possessive anymore, it was the fact that you had reached your end. Was it so wrong to want a partner that actually loved and cared for you? Was it so wrong to want to be loved? The more you thought the more empty and hollow you felt. You can feel your soul decaying all together as anxiety crept up on you. He didn't want you.... The little voice in your head spoke. He thinks Alys is better than you..... stop... Why do you try so bad? because I must... You don't deserve to be with him... yes I do... No you don't... The voices in your head taunted, feeling feverish and flushed, you took a step back from Aemond. Suddenly afraid to be too close to him. But it did no help to calm the mean words the whirlwind through your brain. It picked at you, in a way that the thought of Alys couldn't but funny enough it was the personification of her plaguing your mind.

He doesn't think you're good enough...

I don't think you're good enough...

He doesn't think you're good enough...

We don't think you're good enough...

It's not just her anymore, the voice that invades your head is your parents speaking to you..... Then it's the King and Queen screaming... And after that it's Aegon and Helaena laughing at you...

It's Aemond talking down to you, —it's everything, it's everyone, all at once, all-consuming, suffocating and demanding. And suddenly the ability to hear is ripped from you; it's nothing. You're forced into a pliable mass being sullied, your body isn't yours anymore. It's a vessel of flooding anxiety and negative thoughts.

"I want somebody that loves me...." You say, looking at the man with such betrayal.

Be strong....

"I want a happy life with a husband that can actually stand to be in my presence. I want children of my own to fill the hole you left." You spoke after a short minute, your voice small and fragile, pleading... Aemond watches you shake and cry from where you stand. He had done this to you...

"I have spent so long loving you but that love has never served me..." Your words were soft, a timbre of spite concealed with broken confidence. You hated this... hated how you got in your own head and ruined your own self esteem... Pain feeding off your scorched heart and the embers of your love for Aemond. It was agonizing... agonizing to watch him look at you cry like this. But perhaps he needed to see you this way.

He had hurt you so badly and the moment he finally got a taste of his own medicine he ordered you to stop. It was the consuming fear of not being enough for him that killed you so, the thought of not being able to live up to the expectations. And for Aemond to stand there and call you a whore when all you ever did was try to love him.

"Forgive me my dear wife... I did not know that you have been suffering so badly all this time. Had I known...." He softens for a moment, trying to get you to understand whilst failing to consider that you didn't need to, he did.

"But you did! You knew and you still went off in search for something I cannot give you. Had you have known would it have changed anything?" You scream in broken anger and despair.

"No..."

You never learn, hearing it in your own head was a lot different than hearing it out loud. It will never be the same, it will always be ten times worse. Aemond had just confirmed your words. Of course you knew that he thought this way but it hurt a lot more. Just like that night with Ser Larys. Your shoulders slump in defeat, frowning as tears began to prick at your eyes. Aemond takes notice of this, swiftly cupping your cheeks with his large hands and forcing you to look him.

"No, because either way you would have been discontent. I cannot give you the life that you wanted." Yet you can give it to her?

"Why not!?" You yelled with such anger and rage, ripping his hands off you. Your voice echoing through the room as you cussed the boy out. You were frustrated beyond measure and above all else heartbroken. Was it truly too much to ask for? You would lying if you said it wasn’t nice having him treat you like this. Maybe weeks ago you would've swoon at the thought of his hands caressing you. But that was then and this was now.

"I am not made for love..." You fear that you can slay Vhagar with the great efforts it takes you now to remain calm. That was his excuse? A pitiful one at that. He had you standing there.... sad and broken... and all he can come up with was that love wasn't in his nature? Pain is the perfect word to describe this sensation oppressing your chest at those words. This doesn't stop you from peering up at him in question. You felt a calling to yell at him but you couldn't, no matter how badly you wanted to you. Staying baffled, every cry dying in the back of your throat. Your visage contorting in somber at Aemonds blasphemy.

"I don't believe you!" You yell at him, pushing at his chest when he tries to hug you. You break down in his arms, collapsing onto the floor as you weep into him. Aemond desperately held you close, oh what has he done to you.... He felt a myriad of emotions wash over him. Guilt, sadness, shame... He was ashamed he pushed you to this point. So he held the woman he barely knew well enough to call his wife.

"Tell me Aemond! Does your heart belong to another? Tell me now, please and I'll stop." You didn't know what you meant by stop. Stop trying? Stop loving? But if he said the words you would end it so. Aemond looks down at you, hugging onto the portrait that was once his wife.

"No! No one has captured my heart, those who came second to you, they mean nothing. They are nothing..." He says quickly, his words ringing truthful. He didn't know what prompted this new change but he panicked at the thought of losing you.

"Prove it to me." You whispered slowly. Uttering the words in a tone so cold and firm, your gaze locks onto Aemond's. Your wide eyes morphing into something else as a small smirk pulls at your lips. Distraught gone from your face as the water flow of tears halt.

"Bring me the head of Alys Rivers."

"How do you know..." He looks at you in shock for a moment, your expression ridden of distress and replaced with something sinister.... Watching his expression carefully, you place your hands on his shoulders and leaned into his ear.

"Do it and I will be yours again." It came out as a pur, a tempting whisper urging him, and Aemond found himself liking the way it sounded. That was Aemond's cord. He was as possessive as he was jealous. Much like you, he didn't like being second to anyone, but would that be enough. Turning your head to meet his gaze, it would be so easy to kiss you but he keeps a firm hold on your waist.

"If not then I will take it myself." Nodding your head briefly, you remove his arms from around you. Standing up, you walk over to your shared bed, wiping away the rogue tears before sitting down. Aemond's brows furrowed in confusion, you were much more composed now and hidden behind your eyes was a sense of coldness.

"It appears that I have much to learn about you my lovely wife. But If it will please you then as you wish." Aemond stands soon after you, nodding his head as he planned to make amends.

"You're willing to kill her just like that?" Turning your head to him slightly, you questioned where his loyalty lied.

"I told you she means nothing to me... Did you think otherwise?" His sly expression displayed a certain vainglory that caused you to turn away. So maybe you had thought otherwise but your insecurities had to come from somewhere.

"If you're lying to me Aemond I will have your other eye." Threatening may not be the answer but you liked the hesitancy it triggered from him.

"I suppose this is my fault.... you don't trust me." Nodding his head as he walked slow steps towards you, Aemond kneels down in front of the bed and takes your hands in his.

"You have given me every reason not to trust you." With a stiff lip, you turn from him.

"I know... But let me make it right." Guiding your chin with his fingers to make you look at him, you noticed a hint of regret and shame swimming in his eye.

"The road to forgiveness will not be easy." You tell him firm.

"I know... my love." You ignore the butterflies that awoke from that title and watch as he rose to grab his riding coat. And so it begins...

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Autho's Note:

Let me know if you guys want more! There's more to this story but I chopped it up into two parts because I wasn't done and I wanted to have something out for you guys. I swear to god I drop fics unannounce then dissappear for months lmao.

- Armoni

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oh ok! thank you for telling me!

You're welcome!

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Hi! i was wondering where you got your profiles banner gif from? like where is it from cuz i am OBSESED with it.

It's from the og Suicide Squad movie with the Enchantress! I made and colored the gif myself but it looks about the same in the movie just my banner is a little bit more saturated!

(Sad she wasn't in the new remake, her character design was SUPERIOR 😪)

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hi babe, i started following bc of that venom within fic and also other works and i sent a request for more elaboration on y/n. i just wanna ask is this fic dead bc it’s acc so good. absolutely no rush but i’m just curious.

Answer: It's not a dead fic! I don't check my inbox that often so I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond 😭 rn I'm hyper fixating on other fandoms so I haven't had much of an interest in writing for Peter Parker 😪

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I hate to be that person but damn i miss your peter venom reader fic i always remember it every month like some type of muscle memory i just googled keywords to the story because it doesn't appear in the main tumblr search bar and because i couldn't remember your acc name. I had to remember it from like a storage memory of my brain lmao. Belated Anyways merry Christmas from this anon to you 🎄🎈

Thats so fucking sweet omg the amount of work you had to put in just to find my account again 😭 I keep getting notes about how that story left such impressions on people and it truly means a lot, I wrote that fic 2 years ago now??? when I was 16 and didn't expect it to have such a digital imprint on the mcu fandom that story will honestly always be one of my favorite things I've written. And Merry Christmas to you too!

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Warmth

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I find comfort

In what I can’t hold

The sun paints its rays

On top of my body

And I feel good

I feel alright, I can breathe once more

Reborn and touched by a star

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House of Metals

Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Some say the greatest battle a woman could ever face is motherhood, you on the other hand think that's bullshit... You're not so ready to trade your sword for an infant.

Your ethnicity is not specified and your features are never fully described, finally in this part we talk about your fucking giant snake.

Can be read as a oneshot but if you wish to read the previous parts my masterlist is pinned on my profile!

Word count: 4k

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Heaving a great sigh as you sat your place on the bed, you looked around the room in melancholy. The arid atmosphere was palpable, suffocating your skin and drying you out under the harsh environment. Furniture serving as more decor than anything else sat idly around your chambers, prompting a frown to befall on your face. You didn't know what caused such bitter feelings to blossom in the bellows of your stomach, but it all didn't feel right. 

Though honestly nothing truly did these days. Not your dress, not your hair, not the place you were supposed to call home. It all felt empty somehow, cold and lacking of comfort in every sense. The familiarity of the desert dunes no more as you come to recognize the Red Keep as your new definition of normal. It had been over a year now since you left the comforts of Sunspear, and despite having a hard time adjusting you were making it by. But with the constant pressure that oppressed you daily, living had been less than bearable. Preferring to spend your days in your chambers had become a constant routine now because of it.

You've always had a certain distaste for motherhood. The idea of spending nine long months carrying a child was something you never saw yourself enduring. Whilst you could never harboured animosity towards a defenseless child, you detest being so helpless, so debilitated. They say there is no greater battle than motherhood and childbirth, you begged to differ... 

Seeing yourself as a weapon shaped for combat, not a helpless maiden meant to spend her days locked up. The very idea of being bred never sat right with you. Opinions aside, you could bear the long months in wait of a child. At some point such fate was bound to happen but the gods have not blessed you yet. You knew it was your duty to provide the realm and Aemond with an heir, further carrying out the bloodlines of your great houses. And secretly, it would be rather nice to have a tiny version of the man you adored so much running around.

What a gift that would be. 

It was the societal pressure urging you to conceive children only for the good of the crown that you loathed so much. You would not bring innocent lives into the world just to have them be political vessels. Having experienced a life full of prejudice and misogynistic behaviors yourself because you were not born a male. That was a fate you did not want for your children. Growing up it had been hard to understand why you were treated so, but over the years the veil wore thin and people became more vocal for their distaste.

It was no secret that your mother had a difficult time conceiving, so with her healthy in mind your father thought it'd be best to stop trying for another. Leaving you as an only child, much to everyone's disappointment. You'd grown up with this treatment and have found your own ways of coping with it but as expected the Crownlands had their own ways of living. You knew this and have prepared yourself for it when you agreed to leave Dorne with Aemond. Though you had never expected them to have such backwards views on women. Had you have known you would have never left... 

Not that you'd reveal such thoughts to Aemond now, seeing that he was rather content and happy with being back home. So over the months you kept your mouth shut. You did not tell him how Queen Alicent already made preparations for a nursery, and never would you open your mouth about the rumours that circulated you both. How "battle had made you infertile" as the ladies in court claimed. Silly toothless assumptions with no backbone, you'd brush it off. But the callous words the men of the city watch whispered about you were seared onto the walls. Something along the lines of "the gods have finally punished the sand snake for her indulgence." You didn't know that meant but it bothered you... Regardless how the words annoyed you so, you'd endure it all just to see your love at ease... 

He was much happier here. Familiar and so well versed in the secrets of the palace and you cannot take that away from him. Despite the fact that this place was more of a hell hole than what meets the eye.

As it would seem, here in Kingslanding the only path for a woman is to be a highborn. A highborn meant to breed out heirs for their lord husband. And not everyone was rather pleased with your reputation. You've seen how they've mistreated women, powerful women like the princess and queen. And you've seen how they just stood there and took it. Whilst yes, you had no place to speak on how they ruled here you often found yourself shaking your head. If this was Sunspear you would never allow for such disrespect... however you were not in Sunspear... you were in Kingslanding and your duty, as said by many, was to produce Aemonds children. 

A duty you're not overly content with... Not ready to sacrifice your freedom just yet but it would seem that everyone expects it from you. Although it was not in your nature to go down without a fight. Deep down, you aren't opposed to having children, it was the idea of being just a mother that you hated so much. You wanted to be known for your glory and days in battle as the Queen of Dorne. Not Princess Y/n Martell, wife of Aemond Targaryen.... They used to call you the jewel of the desert and now you're known as nothing but the prince' barbaric wench. Your victories meant nothing here and without a child you meant nothing here... 

The thought made you uncomfortable in every sense, picking at the stray threads of your dress as you succumbed to the negative thoughts. You knew it wasn't wise to dwell on such ideas but it had been eating away at you for months on end now. All of it was so suffocating, you needed room to think, to breathe. Hence why you've chosen to lock yourself up in your chambers instead of facing the music. The overbearing sounds of gossip and chatter proving to be daggers in your ears. You know not how much longer you can endure the anxiety, having it consume your being till you're constantly on edge. 

You don't doubt that with the coming months, Queen Alicent's insistence on you producing a child would become rather imposing. And although you knew she meant well with the good of both houses in her heart, you felt like you were dying of asphyxiation. All of it was so smothering. The useless small talk with noble women, the constant need to uphold an illusion. You often found yourself biting back your tongue and making sure you acted appropriately for the sake of image. Perhaps in truth, the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself. Image was of great value here, so you've observed. The Targaryens were not perfect people, you never expected them to be but it was evident there was an underlining problem they tried to avoid desperately. Though you do not know what they were so afraid of, you stood in your place and did not get involved. 

It was rather puzzling to see a not-so-happy family try and act the part in front of the public. Back in Dorne the Martells never had to keep up such false illusions, you were peaceful people that truly loved one another. And despite your love for your dear husband, it was clear that the Targaryens were selfish people, all focused on themselves. You felt like a fish out of water and truthfully it was frightening. Your family had always been transparent with one another but here it would seem that everyone was divided in their own factions. All consumed in what they have to gain, moving in secret behind each other's backs. Was this the way of the dragon? Vulture and ophidian. Your father had always taught you that respect needed to be earned. Yet here in Kingslanding everyone demanded respect. And you weren't gifted with the patience to handle arrogance. 

Especially when it came from the mouths of the undeserving. How dare they speak such words about you. Your face twists into an ugly frown, suddenly turning angry and vengeful. Why were you the one hiding in your chambers like a meek prey? So caught up about frivolous gossip. Were you not the crowned heir. Suddenly you felt ridiculous, a myriad of emotions tackling you to the ground, constricting at your air ways like a boa. Malice, retribution, anger, spite. You felt it all, everything igniting the flames of your fury. They have no right to speak to you in such a way when they have not walked in your shoes. Perhaps all the suppressed emotions had finally over spilled but you suddenly couldn't find it yourself to give a fuck anymore. It was Aemond that truly worries you, what would he think of your newfound revelation. In his eye everything had been going so well, you were getting along with his mother and sister and in truth you were. But it came with the cost of losing yourself. 

"So deep in thought, my lovely wife... Helaena informed me that you weren't at breakfast today, may I ask why?" A voice calls out from behind you, causing you to turn and smile at the sight of your love. Making sure to do your best in erasing the remaining scowl on your face. 

"I didn't feel like eating this morning." Uttering the words plainly, you began walking towards him. It was true, your appetite had decreased tremendously these past coming weeks, only eating once or twice a day. 

"Again? That's the third time this week. Perhaps we should alert the Maesters..." Aemond says in concern, grabbing a hold of your hand to pull you out of the room. Immediately retracting your hand from him, you slap his grasp away when he tries to reach for you again, laughing at his silly behavior. 

"Nonsense! It's nothing truly." Shaking your head in a dismissive manner, you urge Aemond to sit by the fireplace. He lets you guide him, looking at you with a squinted eye as he tries to read your expression. You don't meet his gaze, finding it hard to for whatever reason. 

"I care about your well-being." He nods his head, finally yielding and taking his place on the armchair. Humming absent-mindedly to him, you brush a few stray hairs away from his face, taking the opportunity to observe his shape. He looks tired, more so emotionally than physically. It worried you to a certain degree as you knew he had a planchette for putting others needs first. Aemond pulls you down onto his lap by your waist, causing you to sit sideways on his thighs as you continue to fuss about his dishevelled shape. No doubt he just returned from dragonback. Your emotions from earlier dissipating.

"I am well." You say shortly, fixing the collar of his riding coat. 

"Hm...... I missed your old ways of dressing." Aemond hums in suspicion but says no more about it causing you to narrow your eyes at him. Looking down briefly to observe your gown, was there something wrong with it? You will admit it was unlike you, the dress thick in material compared to your fond silk and linens. The heat in Kingslanding was much more forgiving so you had decided on a dress with a high collar and long sleeves. 

"I thought it would be more proper if I adapted." Speaking the words simply. Not everyone cared for the way you dressed, deeming it as provocative. It was best to sacrifice your familiarity in exchange for sewed mouths. Although now you don't really give a fuck about others opinions, but Aemond grew up with these people and you can not have them thinking such crass things. It would tarnish his reputation and your honour. Gods forbid Aemond Targaryen beds with a snake. 

"Since when did you care about being proper?" His tone is much harsher now, the hostility directed at you foreign on his tongue. 

"Aemond...." You gave him a warning. You would not argue about this. 

"I do not want you to lose yourself, my jewel. Tell me, what troubles you?" You retreat within the confines of your mind at the mention of the name, my jewel. It’s hard to look him in the eye as the truth spills out, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to him. 

"It's just... I miss home.... I miss being treated like the heir, like the future Queen ---instead of a vessel meant to just produce. I know that makes me sound like a babe but I cannot stand being viewed as a property." 

All the worries, the fire, the hate, the insecurities it all comes spilling out from your mouth. You cannot do this anymore, you cannot keep pretending you are just his wife when you knew deep down you were meant for much more. Perhaps you had failed him in providing a child, but you cannot keep deceiving yourself that you were happy with the role you were given. Never would you question your love for Aemond but as the days drag on you begin to slip into depression. The darkness captivating you, swallowing your soul till you were nothing but a shell of the woman you were supposed to be. Your identity was not your own, feeling like a marionette dancing in the shoes of a doll. Being controlled by society and expectations. 

"Who prompted these emotions, my wife? Is it my mother? Is she bothering you?" Aemond panics for a moment, grabbing ahold of your hand to steady your shaking figure. You were visibly not well, for a while he's had speculations of your unhappiness and had tried his best to stand by you, but to hear the words from your mouth urges him into action. Aemond was aware of his mother's overbearing presumptions about you being of child, but he never thought it was to the point where you had begin to question your value. 

"No, no! Aemond it's not her, it's no one." Clarifying to him quickly, your heart melts at how protective he got immediately. 

"It's just... I am not ready to trade my sword for an infant... I would love to have your children! But I don't just want to be their mother. I want to be Queen of Dorne, I want to be remembered for me." Opening up to Aemond was no easy feat but you allow your walls to break down, revealing your inner most desires. 

"And you will be my sweet, regardless of whether or not we have children I never want to take away your weapons from you." The way he said weapons alluded to something much more, perhaps he was implying to power, you weren't certain. 

Aemond was aware how important it was for you to be in control of the dagger, and he would never make you give that up. You wield such great spirit and to see you so uncertain wounded him. He knows not who filled your head with such poison, extinguishing your fire but he would have their head for it. Aemond had never seen you like this, your once head strong persona gone and replaced with so much doubt. It hurts him, his heart aching as his mind searches for a way to make you feel better. 

"I truly do want to have your children...." The words came out as a whine without your intention but they were riddled with the absolute truth. 

"There is no rush, I do not blame you for drinking the tea." He looks at you with a soft gaze, now mirroring your gestures and tucking a few stray hairs away from your face. 

"Perhaps it is time to stop..." You have been drinking the moon tea for quite some time now. Not knowing when or why it started but it became a mutual understanding between you and Aemond. Or at least, if he had a problem with it not once did he speak on them and protested. 

"Perhaps it is time to go back to Sunspear. I've been thinking about it for quite some time and it would be better for us..." Eyes widening immediately at that, was he truly willing to sacrifice so much and make that decision for you? 

"Aemond I cannot ask that of you..." Shaking your head in protest, your eyes plead for him to think more carefully. 

"You aren't, I've decided on my own. You've sacrificed so much only for the people of the court to induce such poison in you, they do not deserve to have you. We'd be far better off at Sunspear." With a simple nod, he seemed so definitive about his decision. 

"What of your duties?" Raising a brow at him you question who would fill his role. 

"My duty is to be your husband, and if being here is hurting you then we can go at once. Aside from my mother I have no emotional ties with my family, unlike you. You left everything behind without question when you married me, you even left behind Nymeria... I can't even imagine if I had to leave Vhagar like that...." 

Your heart pounds at the mention of your beloved snake. Nymeria was previously deemed untamable, until she bowed to you... She was an old soul, having been around since the reign of her predecessor, Princess Nymeria herself. Over the years she moved unchallenged, growing large enough to circle kingdoms with her body. Nymeria was about the same size as Vhagar but three times longer, her skin black in colour serving as a warning to those that dared try her. 

They called her a monster, a great beast but she was neither of that. To you she was a dear friend, you were her first rider and it hurt to abandon her like that. But the journey to Kingslanding had its complications so it was best to leave her be. A bond with a snake was similar to a bond with a dragon, your souls interwoven with one another. Although Nymeria was intelligent she was an animal and she could not comprehend why you left her so. To feel her confusion and loneliness everyday had been agonising. 

The pain was almost enough to make you agree to Aemond's words, but you wanted him to understand the consequences of his absence. Yes, it filled you with great joy that he was so willing to leave at your command, his oblation not only comforting but also displaying his devotion to you. But he must be aware of what his hecatomb may bring. 

"Aemond." You warned once more. 

"There you go again, putting me first. I truly think this would be better for us, and who cares about princely duties when I will be king alongside you. We can fly back to Dorne at sunset and be there by morning on Vhagar, just say the word." His hands caress your waist, as if trying to persuade you and the more you think about it the more he made a point. Perhaps Kingslanding didn't need you both at all, Aegon and Helaena were here and although they were a little inadequate, Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon were just across the sea. You and Aemond would be better at Sunspear, and you were certain he would be treated right... 

"Maybe you're right... But tonight is too soon, we need to get our orders in affairs first and alert the king of our decision." Giving in to his proposal, you rose from his lap, beginning to pace the room as you continued your sentence. No doubt the king would want to give you guys a proper send off but you and Aemond would need to make it known that you'd prefer to leave silently. 

"That is best... And who knows, maybe once you're more comfortable we might actually start trying for a baby." Affirming your words, you turn to face  Aemond. The knowing look on his face implied that he wasn't just jesting, contrary to his tone. 

"Are you content with raising our children in the desert?" He smiles at your words, recognizing the woman he fell in love with. It had been a long while since you both had spoken to one another like this, the playful banter reminding him of your first meeting. 

"The desert made you lethal, they could use the life experience." Your husband held his head up high proud, certain that your children would be skilled in the ways of snakes with the roar of a dragon. 

"They'd be absolutely brutal, Aemond." 

"Perfect. The finest soldiers all of Westeros will ever see." He was rather sure of that fact, all this talk of raising children with you had made him yearn for a large family. Kids with your best aspects. And though he's never thought much of it since your wedding night, if you were willing to, he'd be more than happy to start a family with you. 

"Can you imagine it.... our children riding dragons and sand snakes." You whispered fondly, imagining a world you could build with Aemond. Giggling to yourself silently at the thought of little children having both a dragon and a giant snake by their side. By the gods, your offsprings will be terrorists... Though determining how that will be handled would have to come at a later date, for now you're content with just imagining. 

"I hope they have your hair..." Aemond spoke softly after a few moments, it was barely audible, the soft smile on his face prompted one to form on yours. 

"My hair?" It sounded so outrageous, why would he want your children to have your hair? You'd think he'd hold great pride in his silver mane. 

"Mhmm, it would be a change for once." You open your mouth to say something but the words get lost on you. Instead deciding to just look at him, oh how he was your entire world. You'd give your all just to make him happy. 

"Please do not say you hope they have my eyes." Aemond speaks, breaking you from your train of thought. 

"I wasn't!" You yell at him, laughing at his outrageous words. 

"The look on your face says otherwise, my dear." He's laughing with you now.

"hm... have you thought of names?" You prompt him as you start walking towards the bed. 

"Viserra and Vaelor." You think on it for a while, liking the way it rolled off your tongue. 

"Hmm.... Viserra and Vaelor, I love it..." Turning to face him, you catch your husband breaking into a grin. 

Finally settling in on an emotion you haven't felt for many moons, peace, as you watched the man you love so much get lost on the thought of kids. There was something rather touching about how open you both were to one another right now, and it makes you think. How did we get to here? Yes your marriage was entirely political but over time you had come to be grateful for what you and Aemond had.

To uncertain partners raised on different sides of the coin, to acquaintances greedy for one another's body. Eventually betrotheds figuring out the idea of love, and now this... Lovers planning a family. Maybe this was love, the imprint someone makes inside of your soul, the happiness they evoke from within you, how your whole world revolves around one another. Your story with Aemond was great and you couldn't have asked for a better tale. The promise of the future lingered in the air as you welcomed mirth with open arms. 

So he was not prince charming, but you did not care. Aemond Targaryen was a paradox made up of all the good and bad in his family. And it had been an honour to walk alongside him. Suddenly the fears of what hardships your children would have to face becomes irrelevant. It would not matter because you knew that you and Aemond will always be there to care for them and protect them. You were certain he would kill a hundred men that dared disrespect you or your daughter. Even take up the title kingslayer if your dignity was challenged.

To you Aemond was much more than a man with grey morals. He was your other half, he was your heart. And you were his jewel, you were the sapphire of his eye. A dragon and his snake. Although the future was uncertain it was clear that you were meant to burn together. A man inflamed with the abuse he experienced and a woman scorched from the fire she inflicted. Destiny had its plans for you both, a vortex of fate cradling your love as if it was the universe itself. You would create a safe haven for your children to come and burn any that tries to hurt them. Though they would not need the protection for long seeing as though they will be yours and Aemond's kids.

How your children would be absolute nightmares to the crown. You pray for the entire realm...

Part 1 Part 2 | More to come in the future....

Authors note:

Sorry for the late update, my best friend and her boyfriend broke up and I had to emotionally support the both of them until he showed up at her house and got kicked out for trespassing 🥺 Jokes aside, that's a true story, anyways if this flops I'm throwing eggs at old people. I'm not overly proud of this part but this opens up a gateway for me to write about yours and Aemond's kids.

- Armoni

[yoursinfulurges]

Can you continue the Peter Parker venom stuff? No rush or anything i’ve just been really obsessed with it for like months 😭 favourite fan fic ever tbh

THATS SO SWEET WOW, I genuinely thought no one cared anymore that's why I stopped writing it, ngl kinda shocked you remember that fic it was my first actual story lmao.

[yoursinfulurges]

hi sweetie just wanted to say that i love the way you write <3 since i read serpentine and my sapphire heart the concept of martell!reader x aemond has been living rent free in my brain and i'm not mad about it. have you thought about making another sequel? i would love to see the giant snakes do their job

Thank you so much, I'm glad you like the story so far! And yes I have so much planned for that series, the third part is in the works along with a bunch of other Aemond stories because let's be real, that man has a choke hold on me.

[yoursinfulurges]

My Sapphire Heart

Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen smut

Summary: Even after marriage you refuse to bend and bow to him. In which you and Aemond explore the idea of love.

Can be read as a oneshot but if you wish to read the previous part of this story here it is!

Warnings: The reader is implied to be shorter than Aemond, sizekink if you squint. Your ethnicity is not specified and your features are never fully described. The reader rides a giant snake so a lot of that is implied. Smut, angst, fluff, everything.

You asked and I listened, thank you all for the love on Serpentine, it truly means a lot!

Word count: 7k

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"I was never one to obey traditions." You mumbled slightly, taking in the way Aemond looked before your eyes return to the book once more. Suddenly finding it much more easier to be entertained by a piece of paper than the debonair prince.

The fiction at hand was a silly little story, one about dragons and knights, not so different from your ordinary life. Yet the only difference was the affection the characters held for one another. It was a wonderful tale about two people so completely enamoured with eachother, so much so that they defied morals. It felt ridiculous to be so taken by something so imaginary and make believe. But you were utterly consumed in the story, as any maiden your age would be. Yet as far as all fantasies go, they were simply just that. And no matter how badly you wished for a story similar, you knew it was but simple fiction.

Willing to admit that a love like that just didn't exist, and the old poets were just as much deceivers as they were artists. Yes, it was a beautiful thing to be hopeful, but you weren't entirely sure if you and Aemond would ever get to that point in your marriage. With your union only days away, you both were cordial with one another but it never goes far beyond that, aside from a few kisses prompted by the temptation. The possibility of love was there but it was a daunting thing... In truth it scared you... What if all the touches and shared kisses were simply just desires doing? What if beyond that there was nothing more?

"So I've gathered with how diligent you've been in trying to seduce me." He hummed, taking the impotent book from your hand and tossing it aside. You laugh silently at his bluntness, ignoring his disrespect to your beloved novel. Over time it had been a lesson you had come to learn that every conversation with the man went deeper than he let on. Every exchange was a show of sorts, hidden meanings or flat out words coated in roguery and devilment. You didn't know if it was a habit of his, but Aemond Targaryen had a sly tongue.

"I have not been trying to seduce you, Aemond. If I was you would've fallen to your knees by now." Nodding briefly you turn to walk away from him. A gesture he didn't take kindly to as he was hot on your trail the moment you got a few steps away from him.

"Do it again and see what happens." He commanded, taking your arm tightly in his hold, preventing you from walking away more. You look at him in offense, plainly annoyed with his behavior.

"Do what again?" You threw back with the same amount of threat as his statement.

"Amuse me." Smirking slightly at his words, you remember your night together in your private study.

You don't say anything for a few moments, looking at the way his face seemed to hold such a myriad of emotions, captivating you like Narcissus to his reflection. The switch from his attitude was so quick that it puzzled you, so rather than speaking you began reading him. What triggers such emotions in your future husband? What words bests gets under his skin? It was only then that you saw who he was. Who he truly was, not the persona he always kept. Sometimes it was so challenging to determine which Aemond you were speaking to as there was so many aspects to him.

There was the image he kept up in front of everyone, cold, disconnected but honorable. And then there was another side to him, more attentive and gentle, an actual human being that allowed himself to feel emotions. Aemond was a soul trapped between grey morals and vengeance. Holding the weight of his mother's expectations just like how Atlas once held the sky. Being pulled down to the ground, fighting against his obligations to keep himself alive. Aemond had spent so much time alone and being responsible for his siblings that he never really got accustomed to the idea of help.

Even now, you can see that he didn't quite understand that this marriage was a partnership. And you both were there to help strengthen one another. You can tell that he couldn't fathom the fact that he was not in control of you. And that it bothered a part of him as he always needed to keep everyone in check. Mainly his brother Aegon not more so his sister, but Helaena could do with the occasional reminding to be more aware. But you were neither a drunk or a dreamer, you did not need coddling. It was times like these that you were grateful for being a patient person. With time you'd hope to work with him on that but for now you would happily take him as he is. Breathing in few attempts to calm yourself, you let go of the underlining problem for now.

"Oh you quite like being amused don't you now?" You snorted, ripping your arm from his grasp and turning away. In a much more leisurely pace, you walked to your bedroom window to take in the evening sight.

"Yes, and.... would you like to keep amusing me..." Aemond purred in response, hugging you from behind and nibbling at the shell of your ear. His disobedient fingers circled and pinched at the skin of your waist. Satisfied with the rise he got out of you he twisted your head towards him, guiding your chin with two digits. You let him capture your lips, parting after a few moments, and exploring his face with your eyes.

"Now is not the time, Aemond." He laughed at how dismissive you became, hugging you tighter as he admired the view with you.

"When is it ever the time." You shivered at the way he whispered such words in your ear. There he was again, turning an innocent statement perverted....

"If I am to be Queen of Dorne and sit the Golden Throne then I will need a strong King by my side. Yet here you are practically humping me from where I stand. Compose yourself." Your prince laughed at that, the sound melodic and rare to hear. You feel yourself start to let go of all bitterness, surrendering to bliss. Smiling to yourself in content, your gaze wanders past the city walls to the orange dunes where a sleeping Vhagar laid. She looked ridiculous but at peace.... Ironic considering the fact that her sister died on these very sands...

Perhaps it's best if you don't share that thought with your betrothed.... Has the day truly gotten dull that your brain had resulted to intrusions for entertainment?

"When you say it like that it sounds so vulgar..." Aemond nudges you lightly, taking one arm away from your waist to gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Flinching away lightly, you avoid his ticklish touch as his finger trailed down from your ear to your neck before returning home once more.

"You like it when I'm vulgar." With a soft gaze he admired the way you held your chin up high, almost as if you were confident in that fact.

"I do. But you are right, my love..." Whispering in a tone barely audible, he laid his chin on the top of your head. Finding your lack of height amusing in it's own right.

"You haven't earned the right to call me love yet, Aemond." Speaking the words rather half heartedly, you can practically hear his thoughts as you pushed his head away. You hated when he used you as a head rest.

"Is that so?" He smiled, looking at you teasingly. Normally such words would bother him but he knew it was but simple jest. And regardless if whether or not you liked it, you were his. And he had the right to call you whatever he wanted...

"It is so." With furrowed brows you make it known, returning your attention to the window once more. Your husband-to-be has much to learn, but no matter, you would bend him to shape.

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Fidgeting with your dress slightly, you impatiently smiled a warm welcome to guests that approached the table. Almost all of the important and notable houses were in attendance, from Lannisters to Starks, all were here to celebrate. All but the house you cared most about... not a single blonde hair in sight... You knew it was a foolish thing to be nervous but you were deathly on edge, having never been one for parties, especially parties thrown in your honor. You hated having to keep up an image, hated socializing with fake aristocrats as they all seemed to have an ulterior motive. But being a woman of your status it was highly unavoidable, truth be told you were much of an introvert rather than anything else.

Perhaps it was the anxiety talking but even now you felt like they were judging you. Tonight began the celebrations for both you and Aemond's wedding, with your castle housing nearly two hundred noble men and women the welcoming feast was in order. You sat at the head of the table, looking like a proper bride adorned in a lovely grey-blue dress. The garment was rich in fabric, with a long linen cape draping from your shoulders.

You stood out well amongst the crowd. The dress had intricate pleatings with leather pieces interwoven on the bodice. In every sense it was opulent, worthy of the gods blessings, it hugged your body so perfectly that it felt like a second skin. But no matter how much of a lady you looked it did little to take away how callous you felt. In secret, you loathed all of these people. Detest the abhor things they'd say about you behind your back. Murder. Beast of a woman. Kingslayer. These opinions did not go unheard by your ears, you're well aware that these people viewed you in such barbaric light. But perhaps you liked it that way... You liked being feared, it was the prosthetic smiles they put on that you didn't like.

With the sound of horns ringing you were snapped out of your daze. Turning your attention to the carved sandstone doors as you anticipate their opening. In a few short seconds they revealed the Targaryens and Velaryons walking as one. You couldn't keep count how many of them there were but you take notice of princess Rhaenyra walking behind the king, beside her are her children and prince Daemon. What a treat...

"King Viserys of House Targaryen and his Lady Wife, Alicent Hightower. Their son, Sir Aemond Targaryen, future King Consort of Dorne." You mute out the rest of the Herald's words as your eyes lock with his. You care not about introductions, only the comforts of your betrothed. Finally feeling at peace now that his presence is here.

It felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs. Never before had Aemond felt such pride flow from within him. As you rise from your seat and walk towards him he has to refrain himself from walking ahead of everyone else. By the heavens you were truly a sight... Aemond was not well. He felt like he could have built Old Valyria with the efforts it took him to cling on to life and reason. Your very beauty had stolen all purpose to live from him. Oh how desperately he wanted to take you at this moment and fuck his heirs into you.

"My love." You would indulge him this time...

"My love." Aemond smirks.

He takes your hand in his, drawing it to his lips as he looks you in the eyes. You pay no mind to his family walking past you to take their seat. It was customary that the feast must be started with a dance between the bride and groom. As the music starts Aemond makes no point to release your hand, both pacing around one another in circles. He looks at you with pure amusement on his face, and you do the same.

"I was never much of a dancer." You say in hushed words, parting with him as you give a short bow.

"It's not much different to combat." Your partner uttered, returning your moves only to grab a hold of your waist, pulling you close. You look up at him in shock for a few moments. He wasn't supposed to do that... But you recovered quickly, ignoring the gasps of the crowd, you spin your body around. Your back pressing firmly on his chest as you remove one of his hands from your waist to extend your arms out in unison. Is this what marriage with him has in store? If so you didn't not complain.

"I shall hope for no blood shed." You whispered, not daring to look at him as your bodies move against eachother.

"You learn fast." Aemond's mirth was evident but you don't respond to him, instead you focus on the music, a familiar sounding flute floods your ears. This was the tune they used to enchant cobras... Fuck it, he had already changed the dance and you would not let him take control so easily.

With a swift spin you began moving your hips, paying no mind to what others may think, you danced in serpentine movements. Listening to the melody as you draw your left arm towards Aemond, swaying it back and forth in the same manner a cobra would dance in enchantment. And enchanted Aemond was. You were so captivating he could do nothing but watch in a daze as he stared deep into your alluring eyes. Your moves resembled that of which a snake, hips rolling in harmony and delight. It was so.... sensual...

He had never seen someone dance like that before, and up until now he didn't know it was possible to get excited from watching someone dance. He wanted to see you move like that with little to no clothing on. With a laugh, you bow to him once more, offering your hand to Aemond. He takes it, using this opportunity to pull him forward, causing him to stumble. Your face was so close to his, it would be so easy to kiss you here but he doesn't fall victim to such thoughts. You both looked at eachother, moves halting as the music comes to a stop and the crowd roars.

Although unplanned, it was a pleasant way of showing the unity between both dragons and snakes. House Martell has never married a Targaryen before so the significance of this marriage was great, as it not only united both kingdoms but families as well. And your dance was a perfect display of balance, a show to everyone that you were in sync. With interlocked hands you ascend the stairs with Aemond, taking your seat once more. Although peace was short lived as king Viserys stands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Be welcome as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only it's beginning. We honor both crowns, with House Targaryen and House Martell united, I hope to herald in a second age of Dragons and Snakes in Westeros!" He yells, a clear look of satisfaction and delight spread across his face as he signaled to both you and Aemond with his cup. Smiling in contentment acknowledging his kind words, your father stands. You take this opportunity to examine everyone, a clear look of happiness overtakes their faces.

Even Aemond's nephews are appeased, talking with their own betrothed about God knows what. But queen Alicent looks far happier than most, looking at Aemond with rich eyes. In truth, she thought you were the perfect match for Aemond. As the years dragged on she had purposely delayed a marriage pack with her favorite son. Because despite how much she loved him so, Aemond was a lot to handle. And Alicent wanted to ensure not only his happiness but his wife's as well, perhaps regretful of the match she made with Aegon and Helaena....

"And after tonight's small affair.. seven days of tournament and feasting, at end of it all. A royal wedding between my daughter, my heir, the future Queen of the Sands and Desert Sun, and Sir Aemond Targaryen, Protector of the Realm, Prince Regent, future King Consort of Dorne! Please join us is celebration! Laugh! Dance! Dine! Have your fill of wine till the gods punish you for your indulgence!"

Smiling at your fathers words as the crowd cheers in your honor. And at that the celebrations officially begins. No amount of scholars could describe how happy you were at this moment. In some unexplainable way it all felt right... Like you were meant to sit by Aemond's side. And although you still believed that irrevocable love like in your story was a thing of myths, what blossoms between you and your prince came a close second to perfection. In truth you know not what you signed up for but whatever challenges lay ahead was to be faced with a stiff lip. There was no greater defeat than admitting surrender before the battle. And you and Aemond's story had just begun.

The week came and gone as a blur, with many hectic moments surrounded by family and noble people alike, you had grown fond of your shared little adventures with Aemond. It was nice to be with him alone, the calm atmosphere contrasted the chaos of the outside world. Although after your dance your families thought it'd be best to keep a more watchful eye on you two. In fear of what may happen when they're not around. Assuring your mother that your will was stronger than that before falling victim to Aemond's words behind closed doors. Perhaps they were right to worry... But what happens in secret does no harm. What wounds can a few shared kisses and not-so innocent touches cause. It was no surprised that you both were so impatient to get the wedding done and over with.

You remember not of the ceremony, although in retrospect you blame the seven cups of ale you downed to calm your nerves. It was beautiful from what you can gather and piece together, but in all honesty it was a daze. You paid no mind to anything but Aemond, it was all so surreal in a sense yet so quick at the same time. Your marriage ceremony was done in the traditions of Old Valyria and it wasn't till the blade sliced your hand did you fully register what was happening. Standing frozen in place as the dragonglass cuts your lip, the faint sting pulling you from your thoughs. This was it...

With a kiss, you and Aemond were one. You found beauty in it really. The bloodshed and sacrifice you both made at that moment mattered not as it signified you being bonded to one another. Maybe there was cruelty in tradition leaving you both vulnerable and wounded, but that was how all marriage's went. What mattered most is that you face the dangers together. And reciting old words, Aemond thought it was a beautiful thing to be vulnerable. There was no greater honor for him to deserve your open heart. Your husband was a guarded individual, bearing more weight than no other.

The cracks of his family manifesting in the form of a missing eye and scarred face. Long ago, he made sure he would never be weak again, tired of the years of torment. But in truth, it was alright to be unguarded just as long as he it was you he gave his heart to. It mattered not that this marriage was entirely political with it's own hazards, you both would build a refuge for one another. Away from everyone else, Aemond was entirely content with just having you. You knew he was not a perfect man and you do not expect him to be, yet flaws and all, you would love him through all the days to come. And perhaps, that was what love was. Accepting eachother despite faults, completely unchallenged serendipity. So maybe the love in your story book isn't so farfetched...

"What troubles you, my love?" You look up at him for a few short moments, taking in the bright smile that glows on his face. It was akin to home, the familiarity of his features lulled your nerves to sleep.

"Have I earned the right to call you that yet?" Aemond continues when you don't speak, watching the way you unlace your dress. His eye trained on the smooth surface of your back as your wedding dress parts open to reveal your naked skin.

"Perhaps. Will you help me with the rest?" Turning to him as you held your hair up to show the tight lacing on your waist. Aemond forces himself to walk forward, guiding your waist so he has clear view of the ribbon. Slowly and as gentle as possible he tugs at your dress, listening to your breath hitch everytime he accidentally touches your skin. There was something rather intimate about the moment, not in the sense of hungry passion but mutual acknowledgement of want.

"You know what comes now do you?" Aemond spoke, channeling the words from deep within his throat. He wanted to make sure that you understood and were completely alright with moving forward. His mood was unparalleled to his previous attitude with going about the matter. Aemond didn't know why he was much more cautious this time. Now that he can fully have you he'd expected a much more primal instinct to overshadow him. But no, instead he moved in a molasses state, carefully reading you. As much as he wanted you, Aemond would never force himself onto you and if you wished to consummate your marriage another time he would be alright with that.

"In theory.... hopefully you." You spoke, breaking him from his trace as he grazed a line down your exposed back with his knuckle. His brows pull at your words, realizing what you had just said. Not giving him the opportunity to speak you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You peered up at him with a smile, and for a moment, Aemond didn't know what to do so his hands find comfort on your waist.

"Much like earning the right to call me love...." Your tone playful, almost teasing and Aemond found himself anticipating your words.

"You have to earn the right to fuck me." Oh how your very being makes him melt... Your dear husband was in such a state of paradise that he didn't notice you guiding him to the bed. It wasn't until the back of his knees hit the soft material and he came crashing down onto the sheets did he realize what you had done. You stand in between his thighs, reminiscent to how he once stood in between yours. You tap on his knees slightly, parting them wide as you watched him look at you in anticipation.

With a faint hum you slid the dress off your body and let it pool at your ankles. Enjoying the way Aemond's eye widened. He takes in the sight in shock, eye quickly darting on the artistry. On your upper navel was a small snake drawing, permanently etched onto your skin in black ink. It was so delicate yet intricate at the same time, how he managed to miss such sight before was astounding. The marking sat in between your breasts drawing his attention to your perky nipples, yet he cannot tear his gaze away from the snake. It looked to be a cobra, curving and winding in on itself. He'd desperately do anything wished at that moment. Aemond felt the need to pull you close to have a better look but he couldn't bring himself to move.

"Tell me, do you see yourself worthy." Speaking in such a deep tone, you look down at him in scrutiny, smirking at where his gaze is trained. You move slow, straddling his hips as you observe his widening eye. You take his chin in your hand, lifting it slightly to make him meet your gaze but it does little to break his trance. In amusement, you nudge his head to signal him to look at you.

"I see myself as a desperate man, craving for his wife."  Aemond says eagerly, returning to the drawing once more, you hum in satisfaction. Watching the way he impatiently licks his lips.

"What is that marking?" He asked finally, his question coated in whim and pure curiosity. Aemond lifts his hands, placing it below your breasts. His right thumb lightly touched the design, as if to make sure it won't rub off.

"Tis' a custom in Dorne. If you are a warrior then you must have your sigil engraved on your body as a show of honor. Mine is a snake. It signifies my vows as princess of Sunspear." You explain to him, watching the way he admired the ink, tracing the snake with his fingers.

"I've never seen anything like it before..." Aemond spoke after quite some time, his fingers now toying with your nipples.

"Not many have them." You throw your head back, enjoying the way he was playing with your body. Aemond sits up, pulling you close to him as his mouth latched onto your skin. He takes in your scent, licking one long stripe up your neck, purring at the sounds you make.

"You are a rarity... Please let me have you." Aemond growled in your ear, his hands subconsciously rocking your body back and forth on his lap. You laugh at that, letting your hands tangle themselves in his long blonde hair. Your grip tightens on his scalp, peering down at him with sultry eyes. With one quick move, you tug his head back fully, finding pleasure in the way his breathe hitched as you watched his Adam's apple falter. Perhaps this was heaven, to have Aemond Targaryen at the palm of your hands.

"I like you begging.... do it again." You whispered in his ear. He was hesitant for a few moments not knowing what to do, Aemond has never had a woman command him before. He's had whore's teach him how to fuck as a young lad but never in his life had he ever been commanded. As a prince he was used to making demands and getting whatever he wanted, so this was certainly a new experience for him. He didn't know what he feared most, that this was uncharted land or the fact that he was enjoying it so much....

"Please, please... Let me touch you, let me drive you into ecstasy and fuck my children into you." A part of him was humiliated for being so whiny and needy but God he must have you. And secretly, he liked how vocal you both were... Whilst Aemond was never one to seek for company, he did have his fair shares of temptations. Normally he liked them quiet, the overly fake moans proving to be daggers in his ears. But something about the constant urge to hear your voice further fed his ever growing desire.

"I don't think you deserve it just yet..." With a scoff you shook your head, feigning dissatisfaction. But in reality you just wanted to see how far he would go.

"What? Why! I'll do anything." Aemond quickly says in defense, his brows furrowing in question.

"You claim to want me so bad yet your clothes are still on and I'm the only one naked."

At that Aemond quickly flips you over, hovering on top of you and quickly pulling his shirt off. You take a moment to admire his well toned body, eyes drifting from his abs to his prominent V-line as he quickly undo his pants. In a matter of seconds he was completely naked in front of you and by the seven was he a sight. His body smooth in texture yet decorated with consolations of beauty marks and scars alike. Your gaze wanders to his cock, for a moment your lips part in shock before your eyes quickly meets his again. He was far bigger than any you've ever seen, although your virtues were still intact you did not stray from sexual manners. As a young girl you did what any boy your age was doing and explored. Although you've never participated in penetrative sex aside from fingering, you had a lot of experience. And by all accounts of those experiences, never in your life have you taken anyone capable of matching Aemond. He rivaled the very definition of Venus. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with yourself, settling with just admiring him, threatening to burn holes into the fabric of space.

With a chuckle, he climbed on top of you, capturing your lips in his. Eagerly returning the kiss, you sighed into his mouth in contentment. This was love. Your lips move in sync with one another, passion and fervent surging through your veins as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling Aemond closer. Vehement need to claim you as his flooded your husband's senses as a tumultuous spectrum of emotions overtakes his reasoning. He was drunk on your body. Drunk on your scent. God you were so soft. Aemond had you trapped in a state of insanity with his devine. He was well versed in passion, taking attentive care in worshipping you.

Humming, you take his lower lip in between your teeth, parting away from him slightly but still tugging at the skin. With half opened eyes you watched the way his eyelid fluttered awake, gazing down at you. Letting go of his lip with a smirk as you feel him slightly grind onto you. You felt your walls clench around nothing, wetness dripping from you as pleasure began to spark from within. Your body was more than ready for him.

"Don't hold back." Uttering when you feel him slightly restrain himself, you knew he wanted to take you at that moment but he was stopping himself. Whilst you appreciate his thoughtfulness, you were far too eager.

"Are you sure?" He says lightly, concern evident on his tone. Nothing could convey the worry Aemond was feeling, he was a rough man and he feared that he may be too much for you to handle.

"Fuck me."

At that a growl breaks free from his mouth, falling in ardor. Aemond quickly guides his hardened cock onto your dripping folds. Rubbing his swollen head up and down on your drenched skin before slowly sinking into you. A gasp falls from your lips followed by a desperate cry of want. More. You wanted more. But fuck. You were so tight. He's barely halfway through and already has to stop and compose himself. Aemond let's out a hiss, halting all movements as you clench around him. Whining impatient, you lift your hips up, causing him to sink into you a little bit. He scowled at that, glaring at you with a warning look, as if daring you to try that again. You almost wanted to just to see that look again...

Grabbing a hold of your waists, he pins them down onto the bed. His head falling to the crook of your neck. Aemond holds his breath for a moment before he fully thrusts into you. A breathy moan falls from your lips as you feel him deep within you. God he was big... You take a moment to adjust to his size, praying you might meet the angels as tears began to form in your eyes. It was painful, but not in the sense that you wanted him to pull out and stop, no. Instead you wanted him to fuck you through the pain, it hurt yes, but there was pleasure in the pain.

"Move." You commanded.

"I fear if I do now I may not last long." He whispered in your ear, groaning slightly as you clench around him.

"I don't care. I want you." You say back, turning your head so that you may meet his gaze.

At your orders he slowly began thrusting into you in a sedate, gentle manner. But peace is always short lived... His movements quickly grow faster till he was fucking you in a steady eager pace. This was ecstasy, rapture floods through you as the pain quickly subsided. It felt as though he had walked through the gates of heaven, all felt right in the world as he molded your body to his.

A song of moans and gasps fill the room as a symphony of skin meeting skin was heard with it. The walls welcoming the sound with open arms as the atmosphere becomes hot and heavy. You try and grab at the bed sheets despite Aemond's tight grip on your wrists, you needed something to ground you. Too much. It was all too much, but by the gods it felt so good. He fucked you relentlessly, using all his body weight to hold you down as he had his way with you. Never in your life had you ever experienced such bliss, the feeling was euphoric.

To have him fill you to the brim and claim you as his and his alone. No other feeling was comparable to this moment as pleasure overtakes your body, pulling you to the depths of madness. A string of moans and cries of 'please' breaks from your mouth. You don't know what you're begging for but you chant the words like gospel. A story of profanities was told by Aemond as buries himself into your neck once more, moving his grip from your wrists to lock hands with you.

You reciprocate the touch as you feel him pound into you much harder than before. Tightly squeezing his hands as you feel the pressure began to build. You cry his name out, your back arching off the bed from the pleasure. His cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, desperate for release. Ignoring the roar of his muscles, he quickened his pace and adjusted himself slightly, taking you in a much deeper angle. At this position his pelvis is able to rub perfectly against your clit, causing you to plead for him. He loves the way you say his name, so breathy and blinded by ecstasy. Aemond bites into your neck, the sensations becoming too much and your eyes roll back, mouth beginning to form an O as you feel yourself about to climax.

"A-Aemond!" You yell out, throwing your head back.

"I know. I know, my love." He says in hushed tones.

With one powerful thrusts he sends you both over the edge. Melody fills the air as Aemond soon finishes after you, spilling his seed deep within your heat. You grab onto the sheets once your husband finally releases your hands, heaving in an endless euphoric haste. Aemond is quick to lean over you, supporting himself with his elbows as he watches the way your chest rises and falls. Eye locked onto your hardened nipples and snake marking. Your body glew in radiance as a smile spreads across your face. For a moment Aemond didn't know what to do with himself as an overwhelming sense of love pierced his heart. You were so perfect. Especially now when you're fucked to exhaustion, body covered in his abuse, gleaming with sweat.

With a satisfied hum, Aemond stood upright, being careful not to pull out of you as he slowly began thrusting once more. He was a lot more gentle this time, looking down at his cock disappearing in you. His left hand steadied your shaking thigh as his other toys with your clit, his thumb pushing and rubbing at the swollen pearl. You let out a series of gasps and whimpers, unsure what his purposes are.

"I'm just making sure this one takes my love. I want to fuck my child deep in you." He speaks, not looking away from the sight. You hum lightly at that, closing your eyes, too exhausted to say much more.

After a while Aemond pulls out of you, and in a sleepy daze you feel him soothe your body with a wet cloth. Shaking his head as he takes in the red marks around your wrists, thanking the seven when the bite mark didn't stay. Once he was finished tending to your body he carefully lifted you up to lay properly on the bed, pulling the blanket over your shoulder. At this point you were conscious and not as tired as you were before, watching the way he claims his place beside you.

You observed silently as he sat on the bed, his back turned towards you. The muscles of skin were so prominent, for a moment you wanted to sit up and hug him. You almost did. But the thought gets lost on you as you notice him began to reach over his head to pull at the straps of his eye patch. For a moment your breath stills, closing your eyes as he gets under the sheets with you.

Perhaps he thought you were sleeping already? You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. After an eternity you opened your eyes to be met with all the wonders of the universe. Aemond was already looking at you by the time your gaze meets his. A small smile pulls at your lips as you take in the jewel. Aemond, quite truly had beauty in his eye. The sapphire was a vibrant blue, glowing as bright as the night sky, shining like a celestial body. It was like you were looking at sea of asteroids as the gem mirrored a supernova.

"Does it bother you?" Aemond speaks after some time, he was expecting you to say something but when you didn't he decided to.

"No. Never." You say with a smile, your fingers emerging from underneath the blanket to trace his scar. His eyelids closes for a moment, Aemond didn't know why but he suddenly felt so insecure.

"It looks like stars..." Eyes opening in shock as he heard the soft words. He reads your face, searching for the untraceable as your expression holds so much enamour. Never in his life had he ever heard that description. Hideous, a monstrosity perhaps. Ever since he lost an eye that was all he was ever told.

"You are a rarity." You looked at him fondly as you repeat his words from earlier, giggling when Aemond pulls you close to his chest. A similar chuckle vibrating through him.

Perhaps your love would never be like a fairytale but you have come to learn that there were multiple definitions of love. And you should not base your expectations on fiction. You don't quite understand what lays ahead beyond this point but for now you would not worry. There was no need to, you know that whatever troubles await you as Queen would be handled with Aemond by your side. In truth, nothing else mattered just as long as he was with you.

Much like Aegon conquered Westeros, Aemond had conquered your soul. And in return he gave you his sapphire heart. You were both such oddities, a princess kingslayer and a one-eyed prince but the universe had it's wonders. Perhaps all the years of waiting were well worth it as the love that he felt exceeds any of Aemond's expectations. He was not a perfect man, but that did not mean that he did not deserve perfect things. You were far too good for him and he knows that, but he was determined in himself to give you the future that you deserve.

Your love was sacred, it was home, it was a blessing from the gods. Your own little serendipity nexus. Aemond would do anything to protect it and keep it safe. He would burn Harrenhal if you asked him to. Give you the Iron Throne if you wanted it. His love had no limits, but all in do time...

All in do time.

Next part

Author's notes:

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm extremely out of practice when it comes to smut as this is the first one I've written in years so apologies. I'm trying to not be so harsh on myself when it comes to writing so for now I like with how this story went. As always my inbox is open for literally anything lol. Let me know what you want to read about, I have so much planned!

- Armoni

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So rude of fucking Tumblr to kick me out of the app every time I try and open it 🙄

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I got halfway through writing part 2 and 3 of Serpentine so wooooo!!!

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whats a movie/tv show u recommond ?

I was gonna say the Witcher but not anymore because they're fucking replacing Henry Cavil with Gale from hunger games 😀

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I highkey hope the martell lady will give a hard time to aemond, that lil bish needs to be disciplined 😏

Fr needa make him WORK FOR IT

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I was also affected by the disease and will also need about 10 more chapters of your Aemond x Martell reader fic

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DON'T WORRY I have so many ideas for it omg