[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]
Summary: Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity
Word count: 4.9k+
Warnings: fluff & Angst! English isnât my first language<3
A/n: hello beauties!! Hereâs the 2nd chap of our summer romance!!! A bit of a build up and messy Aemy because why not? The next chapters will be longer but this one no and Iâm so sorry I was dealing with a writerâs block this week but I managed to get this one out!!! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated<3
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Chapter 2: under the Weirwood tree
âAemond!âÂ
Aegon bangs on the library door like a fucking toddler, making Aemond sigh and groan as he continues to slam his fist on the wooden door.
âWhat?â He says with a jab in his tone, his fingers toying with the edge of the page he was reading a few seconds ago, âOpen the fucking door already, or youâll break it down, idiot.â
âThatâs not a nice way to talk to your older brother,â Aegon kisses his teeth as he pushes the door open, an unbelievably large smile on his face. He strides towards Aemondâs desk with a mug of black coffee in his hand, walking with a skip in his steps, âespecially now that you will spend your summer with us! How lovelyââ
âShut up already and give me my coffee,â Aemond grumbles, reaching for the mug but Aegon pulls it back, keeping it out of his reach.
âTsk, tsk, absolutely not!â Aegon says, faking a frown as he looks at his younger brother, âYouâre being so rude for someone who wears glasses with one prosthetic eyeââ
âFor fuck sake,â Aemond groans, grabbing the glasses before he takes them off, pinching the bridge of his nose, âwhy must you always be so insufferable?â
âWhy shouldnât I?â Aegon shrugs, plopping down on the seat in front of Aemondâs desk, âitâs my responsibility to make sure you are entertained and not bored to death with theseââ he scrunches his face as he fiddles with his younger brotherâs book, âwhat the fuck is this? Are you reading a history book in High Valyrian? Youâre insane.â
âWhen was the last time you read a book?â Aemond looks at his older brother with a smug expression, âAt least between the two of us someone is using his brain.â
âNo wonder Alys left youââ
They both freeze, not a single sound can be heard in the room as Aegon very very slowly looks at Aemond, gulping when he sees his younger brotherâs good eye glaring daggers at him.
âShitâIâm, fucking shit, Iâm so so sorryââ he tries to get up and hug Aemond but all he receives is being pushed back on his seat with a defeated sigh from the younger Targaryen.
âDonât talk for a moment, I want to enjoy my coffee in silence,â Aemond shakes his head before he brings the hot mug to his lips, taking a gentle sip from it, âdid you make this?â He asks, his good eye wide and surprised as he looks at Aegon.
âNo, why?â
âItâs perfect,â he whispers as he takes a huge gulp from the coffee, humming as the hot steaming liquid hits his tongue, âyou could never make a cup of coffee like this.â
âYou have Helâs bestie to thank for that,â Aegon shrugs, âbesides, I hate coffee, can never understand how you drink this stuff.â
âOf course, only horrible cocktails can keep you on your toes,â Aemond scoffs, finishing his coffee with a hum of pleasure, fighting back a smile when he hears you have made his coffee, âhow did she know how I like my coffee?â
âDonât know, donât care,â Aegon leans back, his eyes never leaving Aemond, âhow are you feeling?â
âHmm?â Aemond asks, confused and surprised by his brotherâs question.
Their relationship is⊠quite complicated. They love each other, but at the same time, they want to strangle and knock the breath out of the otherâs lungs. They wish to be able to have civil conversations, but in Aemondâs head, Aegon always says something that makes him see red.
âWe havenât talked much ever since⊠you know,â Aegon sighs, running a hand through his tangled hair, âI understand though, not that I understand it as if I have experienced it or ever for that, Iâll probably never do because I mean who would want to leave someone like meââ
âI get it,â Aemond raises his hand to stop his brother, âyou try to be sympathetic, I appreciate that, but you suck at it,â he says, standing up to put the book back in its place, waking Vhagar up with a few head scratches before he makes his way toward the door, Aegon following behind.
âYeah, not my thing,â Aegon shoves his hands in the pockets of his shorts, walking side by side with his brother, entering the buzzing kitchen together, âwell, good morning ladies and you kid!â Daeron fakes a cry when Aegon pats his back roughly, making him choke on his tea.
âLeave him alone,â Hel announces, walking towards the kitchen island with two big plates filled with waffles and ice cream, âheâs had a rough night.â
âWhy?â Aemond asks before spotting you behind Helaena, walking with a plate of fresh fruits, âhi.â
âGood morning, Lil nerd! How did you sleep last night?â You ask him, giving him a quick hug, sitting on your chair next to him, âHopefully not stuck in the library like the past week?â
âNo,â chuckles, taking his seat, âI actually went to bed, I had to put away a few things Alys sent back from the house.â
âOh, did she contact you?â You ask hesitantly, plopping a small grape into your mouth as Helaena cuts the waffles for everyone, âyou donât have to answer, I didnât mean to pry.â
âNo, no, donât worry,â he shakes his head, reaching to take an apple from your plate, âshe didnât contact me, well, she kind of did but it was just a note in the boxes she sent.â
âSheâs such a bitch.â
âHelaena!â You laugh out loud, throwing your head back when Aegon says her name in shock â one thing Helâs family doesnât know about her is how fiercely protective she is of her loved ones, even if itâs mostly in secret.
âSisterââ
âSorry, sorry!â She sits down with a soft laugh, âshe gets on my nerves, you know? I canât control it.â
âWe know, babe,â you pass her the fruit plate, bringing a bite of waffle to your mouth after you say, âDonât think about it anymore, weâre trying to get your brother to move on!â
âYeah!â Aegon tries to join the conversation but soon gets distracted, âdamn girl, how can you eat a whole ass plate of berries and grapes this early in the morning?â
âItâs near noon, dumbass,â Daeron scoffs, leaving the kitchen with a hot cup of tea.
âShe loves to have fruit for breakfast, especially sweet oranges and tangerines!â Helaena exclaims.
âNot sure when it started but itâs now a part of my morning routine,â you shrug, handing Aemond a few strawberries to put on his waffles, âand what about you? How do you manage to have Gin Tonic with your breakfast?â
âI havenât had any since I arrived here!â He whines, pouting as he stands up and steals a few grapes from your hand, âfuck off you know my cocktails are the best.â
âIâm not boosting your ego until you give me a good Sex on the beach.â
âAtta girl!â He high-fives you before making his way towards the refrigerator to grab a snack for himself even though heâs had breakfast with you.
âMorning, darlings,â Alicent walks in, her auburn curls moving with each step as she stands between you and Aemond, reaching to pull Aemond in for a half hug with a kiss on the crown of his head.
âMorning, Mum,â he replies, rubbing her forearm with one hand, giving her a rare smile he only gives her and Helaena occasionally.
âHow are you? Are you feeling better?â She asks her son, putting her hand lovingly on your shoulder, âI hope youâre settling in nicely.â
âI am, I have you and others to thank for that,â Aemond answers, glancing at you, giving a quick smile before he looks back at his mother, âWell, no thanks to Aegon whoâs been up my ass since I came hereââ
âI was nothing but nice to you, little shitââ
âStopââ Alicent tries to end their banter, but to no oneâs surprise, she is not successful.
âShould I thank you for that?â Aemond cranes his neck to look at his older brother whose jaw is on the floor, the sandwich is frozen mid-air close to his lips, âbecause thatâs the least you have done.â
âAs if I didnât help you carry that huge fucking vanity mirror upstairsââ
âYou just held one corner of it, you childââÂ
âStop, just fucking stop!â Alicent yells, making everyone gasp when she swears, âWhat now?â
âYou swore,â Helaena says, grinning at her mother.
âItâs not my first time, Iâm not a kidââ
âBut you always tell us to mind our language,â Aegon matches Helaenaâs grin, walking to stand beside you, âunlessâŠâ
âLeave her alone, please,â Aemond stands up and kisses Alicentâs forehead, âsheâs been hanging with Criston for far too long, Iâm afraid.â
âHush you!â Alicent slaps his arm playfully, âHow have you been, truly? Is there anything me or all of us can do for you?â
âIâm okay, Mum,â he tries to budge, to not let anyone see through the facade heâs been holding up since Alys sent his things to him, or what in particular has been sent, âdonât worry.â
âHow can I not worry, darling? You havenât talked to anyone about it! You are ignoring your grandfatherâs callsââ
âI could care fucking less about what he has to say!â His voice booms through the room, shocking everyone to their core.
You had realized how short his temper had become ever since the incident, but to raise his voice at his mother was not something you would see coming. Maybe he is hurting more than anyone â even himself who says itâs okay, itâs alright, Iâm fine â ever imagined.Â
âI apologize,â and with that he leaves the kitchen, stealing Helaenaâs cup of tea on his way as he enters the TV room, finding Daeron wandering through the channels, stopping only when a headline catches his attention.
Aemond Targaryenâs ex-fiance spotted with a new lover!
Hello and good morning to our lovely audience! Iâm Simon Strong and we are here with the newest celebrity gossip of Westeros! It wasnât long ago when we heard the news of our very infamous coupleâs break up, and now, only a month gone, Alys Rivers, Aemond Targaryenâs ex-fiance was spotted being too friendly with a colleague of hers!Â
But that is not the only news we have for you!
A few days ago Miss Rivers had done an interview with our reporter, she said and I quote; âBeing with a man who canât stand up against others who hurt you is a bad choice. I waited and watched him treat me as if I meant nothing to him, and it is something Targaryens are most famous for â their money and huge egos!â
The sound of a loud crash makes Daeron jump, and he sees the hot tea run down Aemondâs wounded hand â he breaks the cup in his fist and drops the remaining on the floor.
âAemond, shitââ Daeron jumps over the back of the couch, grabbing Aemondâs hand as he examines his bloodied palm. The cuts arenât deep but many little open and bleeding wounds cover his skin.
Aemondâs head is foggy, he canât think or function at that. Alys moving on was something he was ready to deal with, he knew she must have been cheating on him during their relationship, but to say such hurtful words to the press made him question everything.
What was the point of their relationship if all Alys wanted to do was ruin him and his reputation? Surely after being dismissed by his father at the council alongside Aegon, his reputation became nonexistent.
Alys was everything to Aemond, she was his light, the only glimmer of hope in his darkest moments. She was the only person who would curse this world with him and keep him safe in their bubble of joy.
Apparently, it was only Aemond who felt that unconditional love.
With a heavy heart, he pulls his hand out of Daeronâs grasp, and with heavy steps, he walks upstairs to his room, ignoring the calls of his name as he did on his wedding day.
No words have been spoken between Alys and him for the past month, absolutely none, except for the note she sent with that cursed box. To see her being so happy and doing interviews about their relationship makes him see red, but somewhere beneath this blinding rage, Alysâ words poke at his open wounds, having him bleeding from the gaping holes worse than before.
He pushes his bedroom door open, standing in the doorway for a second to gather his thoughts; the thoughts he has been burying deep down so he wouldnât have to deal with them for a long time.
He sits on the edge of his bed, his fingers shaking with an unknowing fear. He knows everyone must have seen the news, his father, his grandfather, his sister, and her children.Â
The humiliation is inevitable now, thanks to his ex, even though he tried his best not to get caught in the whirlwind of the questions the media threw at him. Nothing can be changed now, not his public image, not his personal life, and certainly not how his family perceives him.
He runs his hand over his face, exhaling shakily as he repeats the words he heard on the news; being with a man who canât stand up against those who hurt you is a bad choice. And all his life, through the years he stayed by her side, she did not need to ask him to stand up for her because he was already beating the guys to the pulp, getting into fights for her, but when it came to him she never reciprocated.
He remembers how he caught her texting one of his fatherâs employers on his twenty-first birthday, and he was so naive and stupid to let go of it when she said she just wanted to apply for a job to get closer to him, to Aemond, and he so easily believed her honey-coated words.
The sound of his phone ringing brings him out of his thoughts, making him sigh in exhaustion as he reaches into his pocket to pull it out, his grip tightening when he sees his grandfatherâs name on the screen. He has probably seen the news and is ready to blame Aemond for the mess like he always does.
âMorningââ
âHow could you not see this coming?â Ottoâs voice is loud enough for him to distance the phone from his ear, closing his eye as he listens to his grandfatherâs yells, âWe worked so hard to keep your relationship out of the public eye, but now thanks to your idiocy the world knows about how you treated her!â
âNo one knows anything about our relationship,â he replies, his tone cool and collected but he knows deep down he is one single moment away from breaking, âher words are nothing but liesââ
âLies or not, you threw your reputation away because of a woman who was nothing before meeting you! Now itâs not just you who will pay the price, itâs your family, itâs our company!â Otto says, his words cutting Aemond like a knife being twisted in his ribcage, and what hurts the most about it is that Otto is not wrong.
Aemond introduced Alys to their company, and to his friends, got her a job, and made her famous, hell he even paid for the last year of her law school! He was an idiot for believing she was there for him, but what else could he do?Â
He was in love.
âI could care less about Viserysâ appearance and company! She left me, I canât control what she says, I canât control what she fucking does!â Aemond yells back, his patience finally being ripped away, âMy reputation was shattered the moment you let Viserysâ daughter get her hands on our lives. She set the cameras up when Alys left the church because no one knew when the wedding would take place and you turned a fucking blind eye to it!â
âYou need to sort out the mess you created by letting that witch take advantage of your generosity,â Otto groans in annoyance, ânot generosity, no, your idiocy, your childishness and immaturity. You were a fucking child when you started seeing her! The scandal we had to cover â when the twenty years old younger son of Viserys Targaryen kissed a twenty-eight years old woman in Kingâs Landing â spread like fucking fire in Westeros and all our stocksâ worth droppedââ
âMy fiance left me!â Aemondâs voice finally breaks when he looks up and sees you entering his room with a worried expression, his eye glistening with tears, âShe left me on our wedding day! How cruel can you be? I spent days away from the streets to protect your precious status and reputation, I isolated myself for weeks because I didnât have the strength to stand up and walk outside! Did you even think about how I felt? Did you, Otto, or all you could care about was Rhaenyraâs next move? How will the world see us now?â
You sit next to him on the bed in silence, and for once, he hate your presence, he hates the way you look at him with worried eyes and open ears, ready to take his pain away, trying to be his friend.
âI do not have time to deal with your childish tantrums, either you will accept that you are ruining this family and help me clear up your mess, or we will have a fucking problemââ
âListen, Otto, I wonât do anything about this. Youâre a fucking asshole for kissing Viserysâ ass for so long that you have forgotten how horribly he is treating us. All you care about is to make him look better, so no, I wonât take responsibility for something I havenât done!â He hangs up, throwing the phone on the bed before he groans in disbelief, hiding his face in his hands, âwhat do you want?â
You look at him, confusion is evident on your face as he asks you the question in a very serious tone. He knows he shouldnât be treating you, out of everyone like this, but at this moment he canât help but let his anger consume him.
âI thought I should check up on you,â you respond quietly, looking at him with a sympathetic smile, âI saw the news.â
âWho hasnât,â he scoffs, shaking his in annoyance, looking down at his bruised and bloody hand before he meets your gaze, âthatâs very sweet of you.â
âMaybe I can be of help somehow if you tell me what you needââ
âI donât need help,â he glares at you before huffing out his breath, his nails digging into his wounds as he fists his hand.
âLet me see your hand,â you try to reach out and grab his wrist gently but he pulls back harshly, startling you with his attitude, âAemond, pleaseââ
âWhat do you gain from this?â He asks suddenly, âWhat do you achieve by being nice to me? I donât get it, you have everything you need; money, friends, a good job, I canât give you anything.â
âYou are my friend, I want to help you because youâre going through something so so hurtful and I donât wish to see you so upsetââ
âPity,â he chuckles sarcastically, standing up to pace his room, âso you pity me! How very generous of you to come here with an excuse to check up on me while all you feel for me is fucking pity!â
âThatâs not true,â you shake your head desperately, standing up to reach and take his hand in yours but he puts a good distance between the two of you, his glare never faltering, âI understand your pain and despair! Iâve been through the same situation. I know how much you must be doubting yourself, how you think all of this is your faultââ
âYou have no idea what Iâm feeling. You, the self-centered childhood friend of my sister who has seen so little of how Iâve been treated, think you know me,â Aemond raises his voice, his tone cuts deep into your bones and he sees it, he sees how your eyes fill with tears and how you shake your head in disbelief.
âIâve been there with you all of your life, Little nerd. I watched you grow up, and I donât pity you because I understand you, and because youâre my friend,â you sniff, wiping the single tear that falls on your cheek, âyou should be upset about everything, hell you should be so fucking mad, but to say I pity you? I could never even think about upsetting you, let alone showing some fake sympathy to gain what? I want you to be happyââ
Aemond looks at you for a long minute, his hands balled into fists on his side as he tries to keep his breathing under control, his mind reeling with regret and anger; at himself, at Otto, at everyone but you. And yet, he treated you worse than others.
He leaves you alone in his room, marching downstairs to the library without glancing at anyone, especially Alicent who calls his name pleadingly. Aemond locks himself in there with Vhagar who jogged alongside him to the room, huffing and barking happily while he sits on the couch near the window, letting his tears stream down his cheek.
He doesnât go out of the room for lunch and isolates himself from the outer world, letting himself get distracted by his books and Vhagar who happily cuddles him with her huge body while he reads.
After a few hours near the sunset, he hears a soft voice telling him that everyoneâs going outside to the backyard near the Weirwood tree, spending the nice afternoon outdoors.
He doesn't respond, just grunts, and goes back to reading, even though he knows he should stand up and follow you there, beg for forgiveness, and apologize to you, but he canât bring himself to do so. Not when he feels so ashamed of how horrible he has treated you.
After much thinking, he decides to get up and take a walk with Vhagar towards where you said youâd be. He grabs Vhagarâs favorite ball and claps for her to follow him. The pair walks outside the house, the fresh evening wind blows over their heads, and Aemond feels he can finally breathe.
Vhagar happily wiggles her tail as he spots the group sitting on the grass with Aegon telling a shitty hilarious story while drinking beer together, sharing a laughter or two. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre, Aegon & Helaenaâs Golden Retrievers, are playing together, running and jumping on each other under the sunlight.
He spots you lying on the grass, resting your back on Helaenaâs chest while the two of you listen to Aegon and Daeronâs bantering, giggling, and sharing a can of beer â you look so happy, and that makes Aemond stop dead in his tracks, having him second guessing whether he should be approaching you and others after how he talked to you.
âOi, why are you so late?â Aegon asks, bending down to grab and throw a can of beer at him, âYou almost missed the sunset.â
âI didnât know if I wanted to come and tolerate your stupid jokes,â Aemond catches the beer, throwing Vhagarâs ball for her to catch before his good eye finds yours, but he looks away immediately, too ashamed and disgusted by his earlier behavior to even look at you.
âIgnore him,â Helaena says to her older brother then looks at Aemond, patting the place next to her for him to sit, âCome on, join us.â
âFine,â he whispers, catching you giving him a small encouraging smile. Vhagar runs back with her ball caught between her teeth, dropping it before she makes herself comfortable on top of you, resting her head on your stomach.
âHello, my old lady,â you coo at her, scratching behind her ears and back, chuckling at how happily she starts waggling her tail, âIâve missed you so much.â
âSo!â Aegon claps his hand to gain everyoneâs attention, âI was talking before our gracious pirate interrupted meââ
âI havenât used my eyepatch since I moved out,â Aemond grunts, thanking you quietly when handed him your beer so he doesnât need to open his.
âWhatever, it still doesnât change the fact that you look like a fucking pirate even with your prosthetic eye!â
âLeave him alone!â Daeron whines, âPlease just continue whatever you were telling us.â
âAlright, soâŠâ
Aemond doesnât listen to what Aegon has to say, his eye trails from Vhagarâs sleepy face to yours, smiling and laughing at Aegonâs story. He canât bring himself to think about how bad his words must have hurt, especially since he made you cry.
You turn around, meeting his gaze, reaching to grab the beer from his hand, giving him a reassuring smile in return, mouthing a silent âlaterâ so he knows you two will talk and you wonât be left in the dark.Â
âShut up now, wanna watch the sunset without your annoying voice,â Daeron pulls his brother down to sit next to him, their backs resting against the Weirwood tree as everyone looks at the orange and pink hue of the sky, the sun slowly hiding behind the mountains.
âGet up kids, dinnerâs on me!â Aegon smacks the back of Daeronâs head playfully, making the youngest Targaryen whine in pain before he also gets up and follows his brother inside the house.
âOrder something in case he burns the house down,â you and Helaena get up as well, laughing at what Daeron said.Â
âYou know what,â you say quietly, unlacing your fingers with Hel, making her turn around and look at you, âI think Iâm gonna stay a little more.â
Aemond looks at his sister, nodding at her as she leaves the two of you alone. He watches you turn around and step towards him, sitting on the grass next to him just like you did on his wedding day.
âHey you,â
âHey,â he laughs softly, resting his head on the tree as he looks at you, matching your smile, âIâm sorryâŠâ
âI know you are,â you take a deep breath, looking up at the sky, âyou are under lots of pressure now, Little nerd, I understand that.â
âDo you forgive me?â He asks, his voice so fragile and little as if he were a child, âbecause Iâd hate to ruin your summer just because of my temper. Iâm sorry, Iâll get on my knees and beg you too.â
âYou are forgiven,â you laugh softly, âbut I meant it when I said that I understand. I wholeheartedly understand how you feel, Aemond, it wasnât out of pity.â
âI know, shit, I know but I was so pissed at Otto I couldnât get my emotions under control,â he sighs, ânot that any of these are good excuses, and Iâm really sorry.â
âDo you remember that time when I wouldnât come over here at family gatherings? Hel must have told you all about my breakup.â
âYeah, I rememberâŠâ he says, nodding as you continue.Â
âIt was a rough four months of trying to get my shit together after Jason fucking Lannister stood me up,â you smile bitterly at the memory.
âHe did what?â The shock on Aemondâs face only makes you laugh harder, âwhy didnât we know about this?â
âBecause I told Hel not to say anything,â you shrug, âyeah, youâre not the only one who had the pleasure of being stood up by a jerk. Anyway, we were together for a year, and everything wasâŠhmm not too good but not too bad either. I liked him, maybe loved him even I donât know I think I saw a future with him and I wanted my parents to meet him. I called him one day, took him out, paid for everything so I could tell him about the dinner my parents were planning.â
âAll of this just for him to be a douchebag?â He teases you.
âOh yeah,â you both laugh, âat first he was so open and lovely about this idea, but then⊠well the date came my parents and I were all looking around the restaurant all dumb and upset⊠I was the dumb one because I trusted a Lannister of all people but I liked him so much, and when I received a text from him after two hours of waiting for him, I broke down.â
âWhat was in the text?â Aemond asks, reaching for your hand, âYou donât have to tellââ
âHe said he used me, that was it. Just sex and pleasure for over a yearâŠthat was all I meant to him,â you tear up a little, squeezing his hand as the two of you look at each other, âI may not understand your feelings completely because your situation is different, but I get it, I know how you feel to some extent.â
âIâm sorry you had to go through thatâŠyou deserve someone better than Jason Lannister.â
âYou too! You deserve someone much much better than Alys Rivers,â you run your thumb over his knuckles, âwhen you asked me what I would gain from this friendship⊠happiness, Aemond. You might not be my best friend but, youâll always have a friend in me, and I like that we have shared interests, and your little jokes and banters with Aegon make me laugh. I like that, and Iâm so sorry if you felt I was pitying you.â
âDonât be sorry, I should be the one apologizing,â he smiles when you rest your head on his shoulder, juts how he did on his wedding day with you, âI like that too.â
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love this guy btw đ©·
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~Socks Moodboard~
Requested by @hunny-beeee !
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I don't really believe in the idea that hating a certain character makes you a bad person, but I genuinely think that hating c!Tommy makes you a bad person
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I have a doodle request đ draw Dream on a school rooftop singing Fight Song đđđđđđ -đ
Edit:(remembered my dad doesn't like the word hate because it's a strong word so...)I DISLIKE YOU VERY MUCH*sobbing*
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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:
The L'Manberg wall in fall
I feel like I couldâve been more creative but i havenât drawn dsmp at all in years
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personal goals for 2024:
remember that itâs ok to rest
actually rest :â))
remember and appreciate the ones that support you and the ones that keep you grounded
do and go for the shit you want
release 3tan physical copies for at least volume one and volume twođ
tickets to hobi tour??? jk. unless?đđ«Ł
a secret seventh thing
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I find it really funny that in the character book ranking for Least/Most Likely To Get Married they simply did not include Kisaki, even though this man getting rejected in every timeline is a major catalyst for the whole series ...
I can't tell if Wakui just didn't include Kisaki because he has very few fans and the fans want to see which other characters wouldn't be married/wouldn't want to get married, or if he actually thinks Kisaki would get married before these guys, but either way, this is quite funny to me!
I personally think Kazutora wouldn't allow himself to have a relationship because he is guarded and feels he doesn't want or deserve a relationship because of the chance of getting hurt or hurting others. I headcanon Mikey as being aromantic, but I think we can say for sure that Hakkai is not, and the fact that he is ranked below Kisaki is hilarious. Hakkai, you miss 100% of the shots you never take, smh đ
If Kisaki saw that he wasn't last he'd probably be so happy LOL
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i've been thinking about my muse love languages and it's so interesting to think about. i'm just listing my four main muses here:
nami would be a little more reserved at first at expressing it vocally but very openly expresses love through physical touch; hugging her friends, leaning on them, being around them. i feel like she used to say "i love you" all the time to her mother and sister but after everything with arlong, it just became something difficult to say. so when she does feel comfortable, it's something she would express often. loves the little things of being able to spend time with her friends, talking about books or being allowed to express her interests while the others are doing their own thing. it's a good balance.
artemis is definitely an acts of service/physical touch kind of person. her dad clearly was a piece of sh*t, and while it's obvious her mother and her have a loving relationship, artemis has a lot of abandonment issues. she also grew up in the rougher side of gotham and around assassins, so showing emotion was considered weak. but she triesâshe'll buy really thoughtful gifts, is surprisingly good with letters. she loves expressing her emotional connections through things like hugs and other physical acts. but the moment she says i love you, that's her solidifying everything. she never says it. she'd trace it on skin, sign it, but to vocalise it? oh god, she does love you. she trusts you.
misty is a quality time/words of affirmation person. while she loves gift giving and things like that, she likes people to know she's thinking of them and knowing that they think of her. send her a funny photo that made you think of her? yep. go to cerulean city just for a quick visit? yep. she'll surprise you by dropping in to wherever you are, even knowing how dedicated she is to her job, and will delve into your interests even if she isn't interested. read with her, go to the beach with her, train with her, tell her you love her, and she'll express all of that and more to you.
ochako is a little harder to pinpoint because at least to me, she can be considered all of them. she's so thoughtful and sweet, that i do think she would love gift-giving. but she's also the kind of person who loves what can be considered menial things, passing by "i love you"s, tracing of her fingers, simply cooking together, etc. and she has shown grand gestures where she is willing to defend her friends and give passionate speeches about how important they are, so words of affirmation to. she's a mixed goody bag. i think she'd adapt to those around her as well, but as long as she knows it in some way, ochako is happy.
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[TANGERINE DREAMS]
summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity
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Chapter 1: runaway bride
He shouldnât be stressed, should he?Â
Everything is in the right place; groomsmen are standing behind him while fixing each otherâs coats and reassuring him, bridesmaids are in front of him as they talk and giggle, the guests are whispering and the priest is tapping his fingers on his watch.
Alys is a few minutes late, but itâs just a few minutes, thereâs nothing to worry about. Aemond knows she must be even more stressed than he is. Itâs their big day after all and naturally, the bride is the more anxious one. Surely thatâs true, right? But why are his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his coat uncontrollably, why is rocking on the ball of his feet? He canât be that nervous.
He looks around, finding his mum biting her nails. She searches around the room, looking for someone, anyone, to come and tell her about her bride-to-beâs whereabouts. His eye finds Helaena, watching as she caresses the flower petals before meeting his gaze, smiling broadly at him. He smiles back, but it doesnât reach his eyes to convince her heâs doing alright. He is alright, just a tad bit too stressed for everyoneâs liking, especially Helaena who can sense his nerves buzzing with excitement and fear.Â
The church Alicent chose for his wedding has been used by Targaryens for years and passed on for generations. The walls covered in royalty tapestries of mythical Valyrian gods have seen many weddings and unions, and now, they will see his wedding.
He sighs, wanting to run his fingers through his hair but remembering his hair is in a low bun and his Mum would kill him if he ruined his perfectly done hair. He sighs again, looking up at the ceiling, his brow furrowing in worry.
What is taking her so long? She should have been here ten minutes ago.
Aemond turns around and looks at Daeron, their eyes meeting for a brief second before his younger brother nods and walks to the corner of the hall before slipping out the door without any hesitation.Â
âDonât worry, brother, sheâll come around,â Aegon says, his breath stinking with the three glasses of champagne heâs had from the bar in the garden attached to the church grounds, where they will host the party.
âThis isnât another simple date she can be late to. This is our wedding, Aegon!â He exhales shakily, his voice barely above whispering.
He knows he is right, even Aegon knows he is right, but there is little they both can do. They need to wait for her to show up eventually. She will, wonât she? Of course she will, it was Alys who was too eager to marry, start a family, and take a step towards their shared dreams. She reassured him of his hesitation, and he agreed to do this with a heart full of love.
âSir,â the priest calls him, âIâm needed for another ceremony in about an hour and the ride there will take a longââ
âShe will come,â Aemondâs response is more of a reassurance to him than the priest, âyou must have seen this more than us, Sir, the bride always shows up.â
âYes, yes, my apologies,â the man nods his head, going back to do whatever he was doing before.Â
With every second that passes and Alys doesnât show up he grows more restless, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. Aemond is a closed-up person, not really used to showing his feelings and emotions outwardly, but now, he is tapping his foot on the ground while his eye swipes at the guests, finding his half-sisterâs family behind his Mum â he averts his eye quickly. The last thing he needs is to get furious over his sisterâs goblins.
âWhat is taking her so long?â He hears someone say from the guests, even their stupid gossip is not enough to distract them from how late the bride is. He is growing desperate at this point, the muscles in his shin are growing tired with how fast he is tapping his foot on the floor, his fingers can no longer fidget with his coat instead his nails are digging into his sweaty palm.
Please, please, Alys, just open this door⊠He thinks to himself before spotting Daeron sneaking inside the hall with you on your toe. He watches as the two of you make your way toward Helaena, whispering something in her ear before she and Daeron leap out of the hall in a second, catching everyoneâs attention.
The hall grows noisier, and the hushed whispers turn into loud accusations and questions; âWhere is the bride?â
âI have always known she was problematic!âÂ
âEight years older? How scandalous!â
âHow did Viserys Targaryen let his son marry her?â
âI have heard she has quite the reputation with men, always after their moneyââ
Now his hands are shaking, he hides them by locking them behind his back before he looks in front of him, trying to mask out the noise. Aemond catches your eye, watching as you give him a reassuring smile before taking slow steps towards him.
âHey you.â
âHeyâŠâ he replies as best as he can without his voice breaking, âyou look beautiful.â
âSo do you, little nerd!â You reach to fix his bowtie, trying to calm him down a bit, ânot so little though, right? Youâre getting married before me!â
âYeah, Iâm younger and I beat you to it,â he chuckles a little, silently thanking you for keeping a leash on his nerves.
Itâs always been like this since the two of you remember. Growing up close to the Targaryens as Helaenaâs kindergarten friend until now, you have grown to know each of the siblings like the back of your hand, especially Aemond who was a constant presence in your games with Helaena since he could walk â sometimes it feels like you are his best friend and not Helaenaâs with how attentive you are to him. As much as he wishes for that to be true, he knows the bond you share with his sister is something so precious and special that no one can break it.
âJust so you wait, Aemond, you wonât be invited to my wedding when the time comes!â You tease him, trying to lighten his mood, reaching to fix a few strands of hair that have fallen out of his bun.
âThatâs not fairââ
Everyone falls silent when the door is pushed open, revealing a heaving Daeron and a very anxious Helaena. You both turn around to look at the siblings, meeting them halfway with Aegon following you closely.Â
âWeâŠâ Helaena starts, but she canât talk. Something bad must have happened for her to be so speechless.
âWhat?â You ask gently, resting your hand on her shoulders in hopes of trying to get her to talk.
âWe found Alys,â Daeron looks at Aemond with an unreadable expression, âbut sheâŠâ
âSpit it out for fuck sake!â Aegon whispers through gritted teeth, his hand shoved in his pockets as he waits for Daeron to finish his sentence.
âShe doesnât want to get married,â Helaena blurts out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looks at Aemond with sad sympathetic eyes.
âHel, this is insane. Did she say it herselfââ you say, frowning slightly.
âCriston is holding her back from running away. Thereâs a car parked outside, I thinkââ
Aemond canât listen to these words anymore, so he pushes past his siblings and you, jogging out of the church towards the attached garden, finding Cole and Alys tangled in a messy fight as she tries to escape from his grasp.
âAlys!â He yells her name, making the couple freeze, but in a second, she knees Cole in his stomach and runs past him, her long white dress drags across the grass as she bolts out of the gates too fast for Aemond to be able to catch up, and once he does, he watches the car leave.
The noises around him vanish, and all he can hear is the thumping of his pulse in his ears, and the sharp breaths he takes. The world around him seems to disappear, and his good eye follows the path the car is taking, his fingers are tingling, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he tries to regain his grip on himself.
He sighs, finally his senses coming back as he looks around him, finding you, his Mum, and his siblings running towards him. Aemond doesnât wish to talk to anyone, he wants to stay invisible, for the world to swallow him whole and keep him away from the humiliation that is about to be unleashed on him.
âDarlingââ
âAemondââ
The group reaches him, Alicent cups his face in her warm hands as she looks at him with tears stinging her eyes. Aemond can see how devastated she is about him, how she desperately wants to say something and ease his pain but the words are lost in the air when she opens her mouth to utter them.
He reaches and holds her wrists gently, pressing her palms against his cheeks as they silently communicate their emotions â no words need to be said, they understand, Alicent understands his pain, and he knows that she would take it away if she could.
âWe should tell the guests,â Aemond says before letting go of his Mumâs hands, striding past his siblings and you towards the salon attached to the church, finding many of the guests already there â his half-sister and her kids with a few other relatives.
He knows they are waiting to hear more of this mess just to taunt him and make his day worse. Everyone knows they are looking for one mistake from him and his family to ruin their reputation, and now, with Aemond Targaryenâs runaway bride, they must be ecstatic.
âWhat happened, nephew? We thought we were invited for a traditional wedding, but all we see is a lonely groomââ
The glare Aemond gives his uncle and nephews is enough for them to shut up. He tries to put up a strong front, head held high and hands folded behind his back, but if you squint you can see how his resolve is crumbling with each second that he spends in their presence.
He decides not to give in to their silly games and walks towards the bar before he snatches the pack of cigarettes on the stool, leaving the room without saying a word. His mind is foggy as he tries to walk past everyone, he is handling many things at the same time but the bitter and heavy feeling in his chest crushes his strength to process it.
The sound of chatter and gossip fades away as he walks through the back garden of the church; a few little benches and a fountain in the corner hidden from the eyes of the guests with a wisteria tree.
This area could have made a romantic core memory for Aemond and Alys if only things had gone differentlyâŠ
With a deep sigh, he sits on the ground, his back against the fountain as he fiddles with his bow tie, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, his coat falling on the ground next to him. He opens the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out before he reaches in his pants for a lighter â something he is sure youâd scold him for as you always do, teasing him lightheartedly about his obsession with lighters.
When he inhales the smoke, his mind gets clearer, and he can think a little better, but he is not sure if he would really like to do so. His ex-fiancé left him just a few minutes ago, and his mind fills with dreadful thoughts.
Was it him?
Was he too young for her? Too immature?
Did she change her mind because she loved someone else?
Was he too strict and selfish?
Was it really him who brought this on himself? On his family?
He blows out the smoke, resting his elbow on his knee as he reaches to untie his bun, his hair falling freely around his shoulders while the droplets of water land on the soft silver strands from the fountain.
It is the beginning of the summer, the spring chill of the weather is replaced with an increasing heat, the birds chipper and he can see the peachy hue of sunset in the sky from between the leaves of the tree.
He feels numb, a dull ache in his chest blooming as the reality hits him. Aemond takes another drag of his cigarette, throwing his head back, and letting his hair fall inside the water fountain. He sniffs, closing his eye to keep his tears from flowing down, the storm of his thoughts wrecking his mind once again.
He loves her, she was his everything from the start â his first kiss, first girlfriend, first fight. Alys was his everything, and now, she is nothing but a memory, a memory he wishes to wipe away quickly.Â
How can you claim to love someone and leave them without any remorse?Â
There is guilt and sadness, but mostly itâs the doubt and self-hatred that makes him want to sob. Many questions are swirling in his head about how he is the reason she has left. Maybe she was right about leaving him, no one would like to be the wife of a man who deals with heavy pain daily.
He takes another drag, relishing in the feeling of the soft evening breeze that kisses his heated skin, cooling him down a little. The smell of smoke grounds him in this world, making him forget about the mess that is probably happening in the church. He is sure his siblings and Mum are trying their best to talk to Alysâ relatives and other guests, explaining the situation in a hurry.
âYour suite must have cost thousands,â you say casually, announcing your presence as you walk with your long dress in hand, careful with how uneasy your heels feel on the soft grass, making your way to where he is sitting.
âNothing compared to the decorations she ordered,â he scoffs, putting out his cigarette on the edge of the stone of the fountain before he straightens his neck and looks at you.
âYeah, I saw them,â you sigh, fisting your skirt before sitting next to him, shoulders touching subtly, âshe has a very⊠interesting taste. Whoâd thought a lawyer would be into witchcraft?â
âShe likes things no one can understand,â he says, gazing up at the wisteria tree, âI also paid for the dress you are getting wet grass stains onââ
âThat was irrelevant because Hel bought it for me! She knew how much of an ass youâd be about it,â you chuckle a little, watching as a ghost of a smile finds its way to his face before it falters and his eye drops to the grass, the smile no longer visible.
âYeah, maybe thatâs why Alys left,â he scoffs in disbelief again, shaking his head a little as he thinks of every bad trait he has, considering all of them could be the reason she decided she was better off without him.
âHer loss,â you say softly, âyou are too funny, little nerd, even for someone who can be a stuck-up ass sometimes.â
âYou are lucky my sister loved you enough to keep you around because Iâd get rid of you the second I could,â he mumbles, huffing out a small laugh when you punch his biceps playfully.
âThatâs not nice, Aemond!â You laugh together, rubbing the place where you hit him, âYou love me too, thatâs why you will never get tired of me,â saying this, you can see his shoulder tensing â love, what a weird word to use.Â
Does he love you? Does he even love anyone?
Maybe he does, but it wasnât enough to keep his fiance with him.
Maybe his love was too much for Alys to bear.
âHow did you find me?â He asks, his voice hoarse and thick, âI was trying to be invisible.â
âGive me thatââ you grab the pack of cigarettes from him, pulling one out and waiting for Aemond to light it for you. You inhale a puff, handing it back to him before looking up at the sky, âdo you remember when youâd steal my books and go into your old stables to read?â
âI do, no one could find me,â he takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before he talks, âbut you did.â
âI believed you would do it because you wanted someone to look for you,â you look at him with soft eyes, âand I always did. Your siblings had no idea where you would go, but I knew you like the back of my hand. Or maybe I just wanted my book back!â
He matches your smile, but you can see the pain in his eye, this is not a time to beat around the bush. He wishes to let it out â whatever it is. Perhaps itâs anger, frustration, betrayal, maybe itâs his ultimate desire to vanish into thin air to save himself from the press and humiliation that heâll be going through.
âWhat did I do wrong?â He asks, and you must be able to see the agony he is in, he is in grave distress, and the cloud of doubt is causing a tornado in his head that will kill the remaining of his confidence, âdid I not give her enough love, show her how much I wanted her?â
âYou gave her your heart, something you would never do for someone you didnât like,â you reach and squeeze his shoulder, âyou did your best, gave her your everything. We all saw how devoted you were, it is not your fault.â
âThen why? Why?!â He asks desperately, looking at you with his wide teary eye, the ocean blue orb staring into your soul with need, âI thought I was everything she wanted, she said it herselfââ he looks away before he can cry, throwing his head back to stop the tears from falling, putting the cigarette between his thin lips.
âYou are more than enough, Aemondââ
âShe wasnât worth it, was she?â He cuts you off, âshe took me for granted,â he sounds so little, so fragile, and he feels so.
âYou loved her! Iâm sure, Aemond, that your love for her was so beautiful and precious, it was Alys who couldnât be better.â
âShe was the one who wanted to get married as soon as possibleâŠâ he whispers, closing his eye as he talks with the cigarette between his lips, âeven Aegon made fun of me for not saying no to her, he said I needed to grow up and not give in to her whims.â
âAegon is a little shit, he canât even keep one girl in a one-month relationship. He should be the last person on earth to get advice from,â You nudge his shoulder, grab the cigarette, and pull it away from his lips, âloving your partner is not a crime. So what? You liked spoiling her, did you not?â
âYeah, I didâŠâ he says, looking back down at his fingers rubbing over the fabric of his pants, âAlys used to tell me I was a kid too, that I needed to grow up or else I wouldnât be a good husband.â
âOh, AemondâŠâ
He averts his gaze towards you, tears brimming in his eye, âI did everything I could,â he is helpless, the gut-wrenching feeling is eating him alive.
âDonât bottle it up, little nerd,â you reach and push a few strands of his hair behind his ear, âyou can cry, Iâm here.â
And he does; he rests his head on your shoulder and starts sobbing quietly, tears falling on his scarred cheek.
âIâm here,â you whisper, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, making him feel safe enough to pour his emotions out.
Aemond has been avoiding the situation as best as he can; ignoring his grandfatherâs calls, not leaving the house for a few weeks, and trying to get a hold on his life again.
All his efforts are in vain.
He still lives in the same apartment in Rosby he and Alys bought a few months ago, their photos and pictures hanging on the walls, the bed they used to sleep on together, their bathroom, their kitchen â everything feels like an old movie reel, a twilight zone he doesnât know if he likes to leave or embrace and drown in it.
Aemond has been keeping contact with his siblings throughout the past week, refusing their help to come and live with him for a while, saying he wanted some time alone to figure out what he wished to do from then on.
The media is filled with pictures of him standing outside the garden catching the car speeding away â how the paparazzi get there? No one knows but the fingers are pointed at his half-sister and uncle. The pictures are all over the news and the internet, mainly using his Targaryen name to drag him into the dirt.
He plops down on the couch, unlocking his phone only to be greeted with thousands of texts from his Mum and Daeron, begging him to come home and stay the summer with them in Targaryen residency. Itâs not an idea he hasnât entertained before, in fact, he would like to go back home and take some time off for himself. So he texts Alicent and tells her heâll move in with them for a while until he is better and ready to come back to this forsaken apartment.
He starts packing a few hours later, dirty clothes thrown into the washing machine while he sits on the floor with a huge suitcase ready to be filled. Suddenly his phone starts ringing, startling him greatly. He reaches for the phone on the bed, looking at the screen to see whoâs calling him. You. Your name lights up his phone, making him smile a little, thinking probably the word has spread like wildfire.
âHey,â
âHey yourself, little nerd!â You say enthusiastically, âheard you wanna move back into your Mumâs place.â
âHmm, yeah,â he sighs, securing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he talks to you, âa change would be nice, especially for the summer.â
âThen youâre in luck!â You reply, âHel asked me to come and spend the summer at the mansion too!â he chuckles when he hears you groaning over who knows what before continuing, âAnyway, Iâll come to your place whenever you want so I can help you pack whatever youâd like to take there and then drive to Kingâs Landing.â
âSounds great, I really appreciate the offer,â he agrees, grabbing the phone as soon as the washing machine stops, âIâd like it if you could take some time and come here tomorrow?â
âOf course, just send me the location, alright? The sooner we pack, the sooner we can have some of Aegonâs magnificent cocktails!â
âUrgh, that loser will be home too?â He feigns a groan, breaking character when he hears your snort.
âStop being mean to him, he makes the best Sex on the Beach!â You both chuckle, knowing you are right, Aegon does make the best cocktails known to humankind, âWeâll have fun there, and Iâve missed Vhagar so much!â
âI missed her too,â Aemond says fondly, âthank you again for helping me out, I wouldnât have reached out if you didnât call me.â
âOh I know, thatâs why I called. You can always count on me! Anyway, Iâll come tomorrow and help you pack.â
âAlright, thank you, Iâll text you the address,â Aemond says, grabbing the basket to empty the wet clothes from the washing machine.
âSee you tomorrow, Little nerd!â
âYou should have told me you have a Chevy Camaro, I doubt we can fit anything in this little car!â you hug and greet him when he opens the door, âI brought my things too if itâs okay with you.â
âYeah, sure, the sooner we pack, the sooner we can leave!â He replies, grabbing your suitcaseâs handle, and leading you inside his apartment, âDonât worry, my car has carried much larger things. This is nothing.â
âWhatever you say! Nowâ woah, you are packed already?â You look around the room, a few boxes neatly put on top of each other and labeled, one backpack and another half-filled suitcase on the floor.
âI just need some help with my clothes and whether I shouldâŠâ he points at the framed photos on the walls, photos of him and Alys, âthrow them out or send them to her with her belongings.â
âWell, I think you should give it some time before you do something you might regret,â you squeeze his shoulder lightly, âit seems we can go tonight, right? You donât have many things left to pack.â
âYeah, just a few clothes! You can get the snack while I put them in the suitcaseââ
âNo, no, lemme fold your clothes! You should start putting the boxes away, Iâll get everything ready,â you pat him on the chest, walking towards his bedroom to fold his clothes for him.
He nods silently and thanks you before he grabs the boxes and leaves the apartment. You both work quickly, taking a break and having tea together, you ask about how heâs holding up, and he dismisses your questions as best as he can, not really wishing to entertain the thoughts thatâll disturb him.
âAemond, do you want to bring your books too?â You ask him, groaning as you drop the heavy box on his bed, âbecause I doubt weâll have enough space to take all of these with us to Kingâs Landing.â
âJust those that are already tucked away!â He yells from the kitchen, finishing cooking for you, âWeâll finish it after dinner, câmon.â
âOkay,â you sigh tiredly, not really expecting the packing to drag on for so long. After all, he said he only needed a few clothes, not half of his wardrobe with his expensive watches and sunglasses.
âI think we have packed enough for at least ten spontaneous parties Aegon will be throwing this summer,â you mutter, sitting behind the island in the kitchen.
âI doubt heâd let an occasion like my birthday let go so easily now that Iâm back home,â Aemond shrugs, handing you a plate, âhe mostly ignores the occasion but Iâm sure he and Mum will do something, and make a huge deal out of it. Thatâs why I need to be prepared.â
âWell, itâs the first birthday in a while that Iâm attending too so it better be something good!â You tease him, thanking him for the delicious meal.
âIt will be, or at least Mumâs plans will be great. She has Daeron as her non-assigned assistant now that Iâm gone and they make quite the duo. They always host the best gatherings together.â
âAlicent is a perfectionist, of course, sheâll be the best person to throw a birthday party for you,â you agree with him, âbut you canât deny that Aegonâs parties are always better! Heâs reckless, and the drinks are the best.â
âOnly the best for the oldest Targaryen son, right?â He sighs again, looking down at his plate, âSorry, it slipped my tongue, I shouldnât have said it.â
âItâs okay,â you reach and rub his forearm, âyouâre dealing with lots of things now, I understand, we all do.â
âI hope I donât ruin your summer with us with my stupid sappy attitude,â Aemond jokes â or at least tries to.
âSappy or not, you are my best friendâs brother, and I watched you grow up! There is nothing you can do to make my time with you miserable,â you smile at him softly, finishing your plate before you both stand up to get ready and leave, âIâll take care of the dishes, you go close your suitcase and we take whateverâs left to your car.â
Time passes quickly and you find yourself getting inside Aemondâs car later than you expected. He makes sure everything is packed and safe both in the apartment and in the trunk before he gets inside the passenger seat â he canât drive at night because of his eyesight so youâll drive to Kingâs Landing. Itâs not a long ride fortunately; four hours by car and youâll be there in no time.
Aemond, despite trying to keep up with the conversation, falls asleep halfway through the road, and you let him take a nap before you arrive there and get bombarded by questions left and right.
When you pull in front of the entrance gates, Cole is already waiting for you, ready to take your bags out and park the car even though someone else could be doing it.
âHi, Cole,â Aemond greets him with a thick voice, rubbing his sleepy eye before he gives Criston a halfway hug, patting his back.
You shut down the engine, get out of the car, and greet Cole after you hand him the remote, following Aemond in the path leading to the entrance door with a few boxes in hand as you help him take a few of his belongings inside the house.
Alicent is already waiting in front of the door anxiously, slowly rubbing her throat and neck as she waits for Aemond to reach her before she brings him in a tight embrace, not minding the sharp points of the boxes digging in her sides â just having her son with her is enough to remedy all of her pain.
âMy darling,â she tears up a little, caressing his hair and kissing his cheek, âIâm so happy you decided to come home, I missed you so much.â
âI missed you too, Mother,â he pulls back a little to put the boxes down and hug her completely, resting his head on top of hers as she wraps her arms around him.
Everyone is interrupted when a series of barks echo in the house, and in a second, a huge fluffy black Chow Chow jumps on Aemond, licking his face happily. Vhagar, oh, how he missed his old lady. He chuckles and scratches behind her ears, ignoring all the stares as he reunites with her.
âBabyyyyyyy!â Helaena squeals before she runs towards you to help you with Aemondâs things, kissing you and giving you a side hug, âThank you for agreeing to come! Iâm sure weâll have lots of fun together.â
âThank you for having me, lovey!â
âIâm so thankful you helped him, darling,â Alicent pulls away from the pair nearly lying on the floor while one of them is having his face licked, her hand caressing your back as she draws you in her arms as well, âThank you for bringing home, Iâm in debt to youââ
âOh, no, it was nothing!â You look at her before giving Aemond and Vhagar a cheeky smile, âIt was the least I could do, Iâm glad I could help.â
âCome, come! You must be tired, your rooms are ready. Cole will take your bags,â she says, leading the way with Aemond who has his free arm wrapped around Daeron, and Vhagar jumps next to his feet while you and Helaena follow them.
âAegon is asleep, you know him, he has big plans for this summer, especially now that Aemond can use some distraction,â she bumps her shoulder to yours, âmeaning weâll have the time of our lives!â
âYeah,â you smile at her before looking ahead of you, catching Aemond turning around to give you a quick smile, âWhat a summer itâll be.â
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The canonical dsmp ending doesn't exist in my head.
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The way you drew shattered big is just him canon-accurate (he's 6'4) you need to make him ginormous I think -đ
IS this BETER!,!!??!!!?,,!,'wilalllsl,xko,l
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/wave im awake
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