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noeverse · 10 months ago

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Among Crowns, Prologue: The Wheel of Fate

Author's Notes

Be welcome to my first HOTD fic! I'm excited to share it with y'all and see where this story takes me. I hope you guys love Aurynn and her story as much as I do!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

If you wish to be tagged in this series, let me know in the notes and asks!

This series will contain canon-typical sexism, sexual themes, violence, infidelity, among other tags to be added, as well as some canon takes from both Fire and Blood and HOTD, and even some liberties of mine

Summary: Princess Rhaenyra, seeing the state of her court and claim to the throne, decides to switch her cards; her firstborn son will marry Lady Aurynn Mormont in order to have a shot with ensuring the North's allegiance, and Lord Rodrik Mormont shall take Baela as wife in Jacaerys' stead. With war at their doors, these siblings will play whatever tune its sang in order to live in a volatile enviroment.

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Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) Baela Targaryen x OMC (Rodrik Mormont), eventual Cregan Stark x OFC & Alyn Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) and OFC x OFC (Visella Targaryen @blood0fthedragon x Aurynn Mormont)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None (they will be added as the series progresses)

Tagging: @aeksion-aekse @mini-kunoichi @huramuna @blood0fthedragon

Princess Rhaenyra paced herself in her chambers, the thought of war coming soon heavy on her mind. Alicent had made her move already, and she was running out of time. For ten years, they had been playing the political chess. Her eldest son was of age. And Baela seemed perfect for him; however, she was not blind. She had seen the way Jace looked at the Mormont girl.

She was certainly a beauty, with a long cascade of brown curls, expressive brown eyes and a wit and charm that easily matched others. And she was from a beloved and fierce house from the North. Baela was a Targaryen, and a daughter of her beloved husband, however, it was clear that there was no attraction between one another. If Rhaenyra was to sway the North to her side, then a successful marriage between a Northern and her son would be the wise thing to do.

She also was aware of Rodrik’s eligibility. He was strikingly handsome, an accomplished warrior, a patron of the arts and cunning in politics. However, his wandering eye escaped nobody. Someone as brazen and ill-tempered as Baela could either make him better or worse. Perhaps, if she played the game right, it could be done well.

Summoning her advisors to the chamber, she asked “Tell me, my lords, about Lady Mormont.”

Both men looked at one another “Well, Princess, she is a certified beauty, and an accomplished one at that. A famous companion of the princes, and someone very much wanted in all of Westeros. Why, only on her thirteenth name-day we received numerous letters from all the places. Do you plan on arranging a marriage for her, Princess?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” She folded her hands.

Aurynn was brushing her very long hair, sighing as she performed her nightly dance with her Northern ringlets. It had been almost eight years since she arrived at Dragonstone after a pact between her late lord father and the princess. Life had been good, playing with the princes and getting to hone her courtly skills. And perhaps find a good marriage, one with a lord that would treat her well and give her beautiful children and a purpose.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see sweet Luke, doubt in his eyes. She had always seen him as a little brother, and the feeling was mutual. “I… am not interrupting, am I, Lynn?”

“Of course not, sweet boy. Do come, tell me what’s on your mind.”

He sat at the edge of the bed, used to seeing her in nightgown and her hair down, something that raised many eyebrows “As you know, Mother is to send us to gain alliances. With our dragons.” He was fidgeting, as he usually did. She got up from her seat and squeezed her hands in his, calming his racing thoughts.

“Take a breath. Order your thoughts,” he did as she told him “Now, speak slowly.”

“I’m afraid, Lynn. What if something goes wrong? What if Arrax gets sick? Jace looks so confident…”

“Just because someone sounds confident doesn’t mean that they are. And I know what you’ll say: ‘but Jace is perfect’. He is virtuous, yes, but he is but a boy. As am I. As are you. There is nothing wrong with being afraid every once in a while.”

“Are you ever afraid, Lynn?”

“Many times a week, my boy. That I will be betrothed to a cruel old man. That everything I’ve worked for isn’t enough. Of my house’s fate.”

Luke flushed “If it helps, I’d sooner marry you than ship you off to a cruel old man.”

Aurynn threw her head back and laughed, a melody that often calmed and soothed the young prince. Then, she kissed his cheek “Oh, Luke, my dearest boy, I’m afraid I’d be deemed to old for you. Besides, you and Rhaena seem to get along just fine.”

“The sentiment isn’t only mine.”

Aurynn frowned, amused “How come?”

Lucerys flushed, the face he did when he talked too much “I, uh, should go to bed. I have much to prepare with, uh, Arrax. Good night, Lynn!” Then, he sprinted away from the room, leaving an amused and confused Aurynn.

The next morning, Aurynn had dressed herself with a beautiful purple ensemble and had finally coiffed her hair in a complicated hairdo when her door was knocked “Who is it?”

A masculine voice replied “Princess Rhaenyra sends for you, my lady. I am to escort you to her.”

Feeling nervous and excited, she polished herself and opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she nodded “Let’s go then.” After crossing a corner, she asked “Do you know what business does Her Grace want to do with me?”

“I do not know, my lady. I am only following orders.”

They finally entered the room, where at the top of the table was Rhaenyra, Prince Jacaerys and Lady Baela. Curtsying to them all, she gave them a friendly face “Did you summon me, Your Grace?”

“Do approach the table, Aurynn. Would you like some wine?”

“No, thank you, I’ve had breakfast a few minutes ago.” It was a small lie. Her stomach was made of knots, and she prayed that none of them heard her intestine roar.

“As you know, you’ve reached age of marriage, and your presence has not escaped my allies. Men all over the Vale, the North and other regions have been sending me owls for your hand, offering you all sorts of luxuries. Even houses that are allied to Alicent’s party have offered to swear fealty to me if I were to give you your hand in marriage.” She looked around the room “However, my council and I have agreed that none of these men are a match worthy of you, and have thus come to a decision.” She then looked at her eldest son and proclaimed “You and my son Jace shall marry within the month, and you, Baela, shall marry Lady Mormont’s brother Rodrik. He is handsome, rich, young and a formidable ally. He is sailing to accept your hand as we speak.”

Aurynn’s gaze turned to an equally stunned Jace. They had known each other all their lives, and Aurynn had always admired Jace and had fancied him for long, even after his duties had taken over. They have had a strong connection that raised question of marriage before Princess Rhaenyra married Prince Daemon and betrothed his daughters to her sons.

Nevertheless, one couldn’t simply reject the formidable Prince of Dragonstone. She bowed to the princess and recited “I thank you for this privilege, Your Grace, and promise to be the loveliest, most dutiful wife to your son.”

Jace woke up from his shock and gave them a rehearsed smile “If it pleases my mother, it shall be done. Might I have a moment alone with my betrothed?”

He didn’t even wait for his mother to respond before they both curtsied and he practically dragged her out of the room.

“Jace!” Aurynn exclaimed, surprised at her reaction.

He didn’t seem to hear her, still in stupor. They walked and walked, his grip on her, until they finally got out, in the beautiful garden they used to chase one another and laugh and munch berries.

“Jace, you’re hurting me!” Lynn finally exclaimed.

Said words seemed to wake him from his stupor and let go of her hand, clearly embarrassed “Forgive me, Lynn. I didn’t think I was gripping you too hard.” He examined her hand and gave it some gentle strokes. Her breath caught. “I didn’t know that my mother would pull this off.”

“Jace, it’s alright—,”

“Lynn, being my bride is being in the eve of danger. I understand if you’re scared.”

She looked at him defiantly “I am a Mormont, Jace. I am not scared of a drunken prince and his desperate mother.”

He squeezed her hand, a small smile on his lips “I know that you are as fierce as a Northerner comes, but this is different. You’d be queen someday, if we aren’t betrayed. Besides, you deserve better than someone whom they call ‘bastard’ behind his back.”

“I don’t care about that, Jace. I care about your good opinion and your mother’s. If you don’t wish to marry me, say it. You have the power to undo the alliance.”

He smiled sadly “I am flattered that you think me of someone with power, but my mother’s made her choice. Your brother is on his way. And… I do like the idea of marrying you.”

Lynn looked at those tender brown eyes and swallowed “Truly, Jace?”

He gave her a tentative look “Do you, Lynn? Like the idea of marrying me as well?”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her gaze went to his lips, and he seemed to notice. Soon, his hands were on her hips, squeezing the light Dornish lace and stroked aside a wild ringlet.

“I—,”

“Jace!” A familiar voice called.

They both bolted away, clearly flushed. Luke was running towards them, Joffrey in tow, “Is it true? You and Lynn are to be married?”

It was Lynn who spoke “Yes, dear Luke. Your mother was generous enough to allow me to join our family.”

He smiled “Amazing! It’s just like when we were boys! You and Lynn married, in those imagine games we used to play when—,”

Jace, clearly embarrassed, placed his hands on his brothers’ shoulders and cleared his throat “Let me tell you all about it in our dragon pit. I am sure Lady Mormont has many preparations to make for my brother-in-law’s arrival, don’t you, Lynn?”

Trying not to chuckle, Lynn nodded, taking the opposite direction to the castle, wanting to busy her toes in the sand. When she reached the beach, she found a familiar silver hair. She slowly and gently approached her “Might I sit?”

Baela looked at her and nodded wordlessly. She sat besides her at a respectful distance and looked out at the sea “If you’re wondering, I am not angry. Neither of us asked to be moved around like chess pieces.”

Baela sighed “Isn’t that all we are? Chess pieces to move and discard to their heart’s delight?”

Lynn bit her lip “Gods, I hope not. I suppose that, to our fathers, we are, but Princess Rhaenyra is no man.”

“She ought to behave like one if she is to hold the throne one day.”

It suddenly hit her. Baela was tragically right. Being a woman was unsafe as it was in Westeros, and Princess Rhaenyra must’ve felt cornered by her rivals for her to make such sudden move. Jace was a great man, but a man nevertheless. As was Rodrik, and Luke, and everyone in the council.

She liked Jace, and with time, she might even grow to love him, but she was no fool either. She knew from a young age which role to play if she wanted to win the eternal game of survival in a world where women were feeble and discardable little things.

“Let them think that we are,” she declared “but we will know the truth. Let them believe the illusion that we are innocent, meek and playable things, as long as my will is made.” She looked at Baela “reforming a man like Rodrik is no easy task, but it is not impossible.”

Baela seemed to catch up “Go on.”

“Give him something that no common girl can give him. A reason to be with you alone. Let it be your bedding skills, or wealth, or the illusion of having the girl he’s dreamt of having, and he’ll be yours. Make yourself irreplaceable, and he shall be yours. Isn’t that what men want in a woman, after all? A gem so rare, so wanted, that if they do not take care of it, it may slip from his fingers.”

Baela smiled at her “I pray to the Gods that your brother is as cunning as you, Aurynn. We’ll need all the wit and conniving we are allowed to show in this tryst.”

#house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #oc: aurynn mormont #jacaerys velaryon #baela targaryen #oc: rodrik mormont #lucerys velaryon #mywriting*#hotd au

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mermaidslabyrinth · 3 days ago

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Thank you so much @alicent-archive for the tag. It helped me reorganize my WIPs.

I categorize them to help the asker choose what WIP subject they'd like to read.

Rhagerys and Aemond WIPS

King's Landing 134 AC [Both are 18]

Chat After Dance

Lying together

Rhagerys on the floor

Eighth Time, Kinslayer Discussion

First Time, Scar Talk

Second Time, Letter Discussion

[Dates Between 134 AC-138 AC]

Rhagerys and Aemond Roleplay

6 Days after Luke’s death

After Rhagerys and Aemond visit Aegon

Rhagerys with Aemond after a small council meeting

Rhagerys and Aemond Hand talk

Rhagerys and Aemond talk and argue

Aemond Contemplates Being King

Rhagerys and Daemon WIPS [TW: The majority of these have hints to father/son relationship]

King's Landing 134 AC

After Masque and Third Time with Aemond

Chat About Rhagerys Killing Someone

Evening After Sword Fight

Stepstones Talk

Dates Between 131 AC-140 AC

At the brothel in Pentos

Discussion About Rhagerys's unconsummated marriage

Night before leaving to King’s Landing

Rhagerys Learning He'll Marry [This one is straight up sex]

Rhagerys's Skulls Ruined and Cock Warming

After Rhagerys almost killed Jace

Rhagerys Questions his father about them

Rhagerys wants Daemon

Rhagerys Rejects Sex [This is my longest one so if I get a request for this one, I'll post 3 snippets]

Actually if you want to send more WIPs than one in an ask, I'll totally answer them. I'm gonna be real, there were a lot more, but I cut down to the ones that sounded interesting. Plus, I don't think I'll get too many asks, so...

I'll tag a few I know have stories here. You are absolutely under no obligation to do this: @sikudastoner. @rottengrowls. @blankfairy

WIP Ask Game

Thank you, mootie @backjustforberena for tagging me!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

ALRIGHTY, here are my WIP's for House of the Dragon. All but one of them features Rhaenicent as the main pairing.

let me wrap my teeth around the world

Alicent blearily stared up at the—very pretty and very angry—medieval LARPer with a sense of rising horror in her chest, “What the fuck.” (this one is very recent and has no title, just a few sentences.)

rather handsome

The Red Maiden

dayoftheday

consign me not to darkness

Security Camera #13: June 30th, 2018, 11am.

Number of Crew Alive: 1

(don’t) be afraid of me, I’m what you need.

Tag List:

@emilykaldwen @ewanmitchellcrumbs @targcooker @mermaidslabyrinth + anyone else who wants to have a go!

#Thank you for tagging me to do this #I don't think I'll get asks #Which is alright #I needed to have my WIPs laid bare #I needed to see how much work I've truly done (proud of myself)#And how much I still need to work on #My HotD OMC #Aemond Targaryen my little war criminal #Daemon Targaryen certified war criminal #HotD #Fandoms #Happy Moments

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queenielacy · 2 years ago

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Imagine Aemond having a male lover…

Aemond experienced little desire in his life. It had been instilled in him since he was a young boy that his desires didn’t matter, duty always trumped desire. His strongest desire, the only one he’d ever given into, was to have a dragon and he lost an eye to satisfy that desire. For him, it had been a fair trade. The few times he had experienced desire since then, it hadn’t been nearly as strong and he quickly figured out that giving in would do nothing for him. He would gain nothing, so he pushed the desire away and continued on his path.

The first time Aemond saw him he felt that same desire bubble up inside of him. It was the same as his desire to claim a dragon, maybe even greater than that desire. This overwhelming need to claim him as his own. The dragon within wouldn’t allow him to ignore the feelings, as any good son should do. Aemond’s thoughts were consumed by him. He dreamt of him and woke with his name on his lips. He couldn’t escape his desire. Aemond, despite his discipline and sense of duty, couldn’t take it anymore and gave into his desires. Luckily, his desire was reciprocated.

Aemond was careful, discreet, with his lover. He knew this behavior was not expected of him and his family (i.e. mother) would not be pleased. His lover also understood the importance of discretion, so it was easy to keep their affair a secret. They spent a long time in the shadows until one night at a royal banquet, Aemond became jealous of the attention his lover received from both men and women. His lover flirted back and danced with some of the women in attendance and the possessive dragon didn’t like that. His annoyance grew every time another man threw his lover a wink or a woman grabbed at his arm. After the banquet, he cornered his lover in a dark hall. He couldn’t wait until they returned to his chambers. His lover scolded him, complaining that someone may see but made no move to push him away. “Good.” Aemond whispered. He didn’t want to share his lover’s attention. He wanted him all to himself. It was only in these moments that he could.

Unfortunately, they were not alone that night. Ser Crispy Criston happen to see them and like a child running to his mother, he went straight to Alicent to tell her what he saw. She couldn’t believe it at first but knew deep down that Criston wouldn’t lie to her, especially about something like this. It was no matter. She was not worried, because Aemond was her good son. The son who, like her, put duty above everything. She blamed herself. It was her fault for not properly explaining why this sort of relationship couldn’t happen. If he was someone else, maybe, but as the second son of the king…She would sit Aemond down and explain her reasoning, and explain his duty, as she had done before on other matters, and Aemond would end whatever was going on between him and the other young man.

That is exactly what Alicent did the next day. She tries her best to ignore the small dark mark poking out from under Aemond’s collar and tells him that she knows about the affair. She explains, without anger or malice in her voice, that this cannot continue. She explains his role, his duty as the second son. His need to marry a highborn lady to form a strong alliance for his brother, so that he may safely come to the throne and rule. A silent moment passes between them and Alicent takes a sip of tea. Aemond often takes a moment to think and process the information after their talks, so his silence isn’t worrying. What is worrying is how calmly and gracefully Aemond says, “No”. Alicent almost spits out her tea at Aemond’s one word reply. She wasn’t expecting that.

The two argue. Alicent yells and Aemond keeps his voice low, but there is an edge to it. Aemond won’t bend and neither will Alicent. She speaks of sacrifice and Aemond reminds her that he’s always done his duty, sacrificed for a brother who doesn’t even want to be king, is not fit to be king. All his brother does is drink and lay with whores. He doesn’t study or train as hard as him. Where is his reminder of duty and sacrifice? They argue in a circle until Aemond makes a quip about Alicent being unhappy, and just because she is unhappy doesn’t mean the rest of them have to be. Alicent slaps him across the face before she knows what she’s done. It’s the only time he’s ever hit her son.

Aemond exits quickly after that and storms through the palace to find his lover. He soon finds him with Helaena. She was the only one that knew about them (before today). She knew they would be together before he did (because visions) as Aemond thinks back to all of the cryptic statements she made before they officially coupled and then the simple “He is good for you, brother” the day after Aemond bedded his lover for the first time. Aemond kisses his lover before he can even speak. He tells his lover that his mother knows about them, and his lover says with a sad smile that the kiss was a goodbye one but Aemond just smirks and kisses him again. This is only the beginning.

Helaena’s smile falters as she stares at her brother and his lover. “A knight steals from the dragon’s nest” The dragon must protect his treasure.

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mermaidslabyrinth · 1 month ago

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My OC Rhagerys Targaryen with the two people who he would do anything and everything for.

His younger half sisters, Baela and Rhaena. They mean the world to him. They are his weakness but also his strength to keep going. He is their big brother and has been taught to protect them at all costs.

The way I see the three are as the sun, moon, and stars. Rhaena is the Sun. Along with her dragon Morning. Baela is the Moon. Along with her dragon Moondancer. Rhagerys is the Stars. Along with his dragon Starsong. Each are present in one another's lives but in such different ways that people forget that they're connected to one another. That in some way they always will be.

This gorgeous artwork was done by the wonderfully talented @lonelymagpies. They did such marvelous job. The hair, the clothing, the jewels, their looks.

Also a special thank you to @dr-aegon. They reblogged a post mentioning that lonelymagpies was doing commissions. So, thanks to them, I was able to have this artwork created.

#The love and respect for one another these three have is so strong it makes me vibrate with happiness #The way @loneymagpies captured how they are around each other just makes me so happy #First there's Rhagerys and Baela #There is this air of confidence mixed with love. Like they both know what they are capable of when around one another #Rhagerys and Baela poke at each other. Each always wanting the last word #At the same time they are able to have deep conversations and just be there for each other #Then there's Rhagerys and Rhaena #The way she looks like she is leaning into him. That she feels 100% safe with him #Rhagerys will always make sure Rhaena feels safe/protected #He'll also make sure that she's happy. Even at the cost of his own happiness #I will say that growing up Rhagerys thought that he would marry either sister #And when that didn't happen it left a bitterness in him that he carried the rest of his life #Let's just say it's one of the reasons he hates Jace and really dislikes Luke. They took what he felt was rightfully his birthright #They're his sisters and he will always feel he should have been first choice. (Also the Targaryen arrogance/way is quite embedded in him)#Especially Rhaena. Bc he really thought he was going to at least marry her. He loves her and dedicated so much of his softer side to her #Bc he truly thought they would marry. Live at Strongsong. And have as many children as Rhaena wanted. Like Rhagerys had it all planned out #But sadly when ambition comes into play...what is a Prince turned Lord of some random House compared to the Lord of Driftmark and the Tides #My HotD OMC #Baela Targaryen #Baela the Brave #House of the Dragon Baela Targaryen #House of the Dragon Baela #HotD Baela #HotD Baela Targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #Rhaena of Pentos #House of the Dragon Rhaena #House of the Dragon Rhaena Targaryen #HotD Rhaena #HotD Rhaena Targaryen

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artemiseamoon · 2 years ago

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Writing round up

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Complete (oneshots, fics, etc) 🌸

***See more at @artemiseamoon-updates (more than I can list here) ***

A lighthouse in the dark (triple frontier, Ofc, the boys)

Make it out alive (ft Frankie and Will, part of Frightfest) - triple frontier

After this is over (Calderoni, Slate, Walt &crew) - narcos mx

A hermits journey (Jax, brother omc fc Garrett h.) - Soa

Nocturna sanguine (my indulgent vamp fic based off an original short story of mine. Ofc fc is Kat Graham ft modern Ivar and Roman Godfrey)

Milk & Honey (werebear Bjorn x ofc | Vikings)

Flirting with Danger (narcos Mc Ramón x reader)

Milk & Honey (Werebear! Bjorn x ofc)

Under a Golden sun (ft Benny and ATJ as an omc)

Outshine the sun (extended) (Frankie x ofc ft. Benny)

The Barmaid & the Spaniard (Pero Tovar x plus! F reader)

Neptunium (vampire John Wick x f reader)

Wisteria & moonlight (ft my Ocs and werewolf Will miller and Benny miller)

Previously started & In progress 💜

Original

Damage control (see link below)

Triple frontier

Damage control (ft private security Frankie)

Every breath, every heartbeat (will x ex fiancé oc) ✋🏾tba

Sweet Melancholy 👋🏾 tba

Mayans

Have you even seen a vampire

Narcos

Sin (Miguel, Pacho, RC) ✋🏾 tba

Playing with Fire (Poison x f reader/Oc) ✋🏾 tba

My world and yours (Barron x ofc coming mid January) - ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Reflections in the mirror (April or May 2023) Javi x ofc ✋🏾

Ezra

Werewolf Ezra x huntress Nyx - queen of poisons

Marcus Moreno

Tell me no lies ✋🏾 (April 2023)

Pero Tovar

the terms of enchantment -✋🏾(May 2023)

Ricky Hauk

It’s all poetry (Ricky x ofc) 👋🏾 tba

Vikings

Untitled - King Harald ( his pov to this) -✋🏾tba

When night comes - incubus Ragnar -✋🏾tba

Deep in the woods, the Goatman lives Satyr Ubbe -✋🏾(May move yo Halloween)

New to my masterlist!

Ryan Corr

HOTD

Ser Harwin

Laena Velaryon

The Gray Man

The Sandman

Chris Hemsworth

On the road (movie Garret H.)

Maurice Compte

Chopping block, might get canceled

MCU - what comes next -✋🏾

Not canceled but not sure when I’ll start again

Some kind of blue (Thomas Shelby x ofc)

Writing celebrations, challenges

Frightfest -✋🏾

Writer Iron Chef 💜

Writer Wednesday ✋🏾

Other challenges

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Triple frontier /Soa crossover x

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mermaidslabyrinth · 21 days ago

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Thank you for tagging me @livmondcole very thoughtful of you

Last song: All I Ever Wanted - Dean Lewis

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Book: No books at the moment. I’m in the middle of reading “The Maiden and the Drowning Boy” by emilykaldwen here on tumblr. So, I’ll count that.

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Sweet/savoury/spicy: Savoury. Had some pineapple fried rice today…so good.

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I Googled: What are some symbols of Psyche in Greek Mythology (It is for a piece of art I’m in the middle of drawing…I dusted off my art skills for a fic I’m reading)

Looking forward to: Finishing up my OC questionnaire I’ve been working on for a good month. Plus finishing up my fic that I’ve been working on since December (good gravy). The fic spans a week (on day 7 so almost done).

Current obsession: House of the Dragon. But more so people’s OCs. Y’all are so creative. I love hearing little snippets about them. Also my HotD OMC, always.

Anyone can do this. Have fun.

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TV show: Arcane

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet or savoury depending on the mood

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Last thing I Googled: Railway tickets

Looking forward to: Visiting an old friend plus seeing Romeo and Juliet musical, all in one day!

Current obsession: Yep, it's still Succession❤️

Tagging @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @heretherebebookdragons @livmondcole @vipervixxen and everyone who wants to do it😉

#Thanks again #And glad to hear you’re wading back into the fic writing #My HotD OMC #HotD #Mythology #Happy Moments #Sweet Moments

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with-blood-and-fire · 2 years ago

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Fic: Even Monsters Need a Gentle Touch Chapter 1

😊I have had the pleasure of only just being dragged onto the bottom!Aemond train. And I will not be getting off anytime soon. ❤You can pull bottom!Aemond from my cold dead hands. I am so excited to start writing fics for HotD. I hope you guys enjoy the first couple chapters of this one. It's gonna be a long-un.😀

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Title: Even Monsters Need a Gentle Touch

Summary:

Aemond is used to people steering away from him, avoiding eye contact and whispering about him behind his back. He pretends not to notice and not to care. But in truth, his heart aches at the thought that no one can love him with the scar on his face.

Luckily, someone comes along who will fix everything. Someone who will love him despite his scar. At least so Aemond thinks. Things go downhill and after a traumatic event, Alicent sends Aemond to negotiate with Rhaenyra at Dragonstone.

Unfortunately, Aemond is taken prisoner almost immediately by the Princess and her husband and is forced to reside in the castle with them. Thought it is a tough start to his new life, eventually Aemond finds that love and care is not so hard to come across after all.

Chapter: 1

Pairing: Endgame Aemond/Jacaerys, but starts out Aemond/OMC

Rating: Will eventually be NC-17, but starts out relatively tame

Warning: None for this first chapter, but I've linked the Ao3 story link so you can all view the story tags for what there will eventually be.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43665726/chapters/109800333

Monster. One-eyed beast. The disgraced and disfigured second son.

Aemond was not oblivious to the names he had been given. They echoed throughout the keep on a daily basis. He heard them whether he wanted to or not. He knew. Even if the ones who spoke the words attempted to keep their whispers quiet.

And it was not as if he could blame them, no matter how much each name made his heart squeeze painfully or raised his ire. But he would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him upset or angered. He was better than that. He would not let them know that he too, in the darkest of nights, thought the same of himself.

But no. He was the son of the late King Viserys. He was a prince and he conducted himself as such. As opposed to his older brother’s drunken and vile attitude and persona, he held himself as one of the Targaryen bloodline should. He was stern and imposing. But calm and kind when necessary, all the same.

The names meant nothing if he did not react to them. The servant’s fear meant nothing if he pretended he didn’t know why they wouldn’t look at his face when they spoke to him. He was a fierce soldier and a scholar. He would not react.

Lost in his thoughts, he begins to descend the grand staircase of the keep, this day too ignoring the cautious looks and the words that were murmured as he passed.

The slow and rhythmic clack, clack of his leather boots upon stone echo through the halls of the Red Keep. The sound was not an unusual one at this time of day. In fact the sound often heralded the moment Aemond and Ser Criston Cole left for the training yard, in preparation to spend several hours with sword and mace.

He reached the bottom of the stairs noting Ser Criston waiting for him there. The only greeting he gives is a nod, lips pursed in his perpetual frown.

“My prince.” Ser Criston bows to him, making him roll his one eye.

When Ser Criston returns to his standing position, Aemond audibly sighs. Now a man of twenty and one, he was tall and strong. Though Criston Cole still stood several fingers above him. Unlike Aegon, who had grown to be a short but broad man, Aemond had grown tall and willowy. He was lithe and graceful, with sinewy muscles hidden under his pale skin. Like his sister, he had left his hair long, trailing down his back in straight strands. His features they compared to his sister or his mother. Some had even called him pretty. Before he had lost his eye of course. After that the only mention of his features or characteristics were how strong he was, or how smart. Nothing about his looks, unless it was behind his back.

“My prince?”

Aemond snaps his one eye to the knight who was looking at him with concern.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you were ready?”

“Forgive me Ser Criston. My mind was….elsewhere.” He mutters.

The knight raises an eyebrow and his concerned gaze lingers.

“Are you well, my prince?”

“Fine.” Aemond grumbles as he begins to stalk towards the doors of the keep.

“If you insist.” Ser Criston says, though it is obvious he is not convinced.

Once in the training yard, knight and prince find a corner to themselves. Around them, squires and knights practiced skills of defense and offense, but all came to a halt when Ser Criston and Aemond took their place and prepared to fight.

Ser Criston is the first to attack, swinging his mace in a high arc over his head, aiming for Aemond’s left shoulder. Aemond is quick though, his lithe body making it easy to dodge the attack. In response, Aemond’s sword swings low, aiming for Ser Criston’s knees. Even with the mace, the knight is quick and steps back just in time.

“That was a close one, my prince. Again!”

Their dance continues for many hours, neither giving in or gaining the upper hand. The whole yard continues to watch in awe at the skill displayed by the two. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the Targaryen prince. Both had proven time and time again their skill. But Ser Criston still demanded Aemond ‘train’ each day.

Towards the end of their dance, Aemond catches sight of his mother staring solelmnly at him from the doorway into the castle.

Alicent wore black still, in mourning for his late father. Aegon had already been crowned King months ago, but still his mother mourned. It was bordering on ridiculous, if you asked him. Father was gone. And what of it? It is not as if the late King truly had any love to spare for Aemond’s lady mother. He had no love to spare any of them. It had all been used up by Rhaenyra and her brood.

It does not matter. I did not need his love. Nor do I now He tries to convince himself as he had many times before.

Aemond was jealous of Alicent. At least at times it had seemed as if Viserys cared for her. He was not jealous of their relationship, gods no. He would never want a relationship with no love. But if only someone would look at him as if he was anything other than a prince or monster. If only they cared enough to at least smile at him.

His thoughts, though upsetting and angered, give him the energy to fight harder, sending his sword swinging this way and that, forcing Ser Criston back till he hits the stone wall of the yard, Aemond’s sword at his neck.

“Aemond!” Alicent’s voice rings out across the training yard.

With a weary sigh and a roll of his one eye, Aemond steps back and re-sheathes his sword.

“You fought well my prince.” Ser Criston recovers and leaves his position at the wall.

“Hmmm.” Aemond hums, avoiding eye contact with Ser Criston and his mother as she approached.

“Ser Criston. You are dismissed.” Alicent nods at Ser Criston. With a flourished bow, the knight retreats, taking his mace with him.

“Mother.” Aemond nods, still refusing to look her in the eye.

“My son. I see your training is going well. Was it necessary to be so aggressive towards Ser Criston?”

“You are the one who wishes me to continue my training. This isn’t a child’s playpen. We fight here mother. I am not a babe.”

Alicent sighs, but does not press further. She must know it would be a losing battle. Instead, she steps aside and motions someone forward. A young man, perhaps one not much older than Aemond himself steps forward and bows before him. The man is dressed in the garb of a knight, in the armor of one of the kingsguard. When he stands again, Aemond takes in his features. He is tall, taller than him. And he had curly blonde hair that fell to his shoulders. A kind smile was on his tanned face and he was looking Aemond directly in his eye, something few dared to do.

“Aemond, my son. May I introduce you to Ser Ellion Lannister. The nephew of our very own Tyland Lannister.”

“My prince. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The knight bows again and his smile widens when he stands once more.

“A pleasure indeed.” Aemond responds automatically as his mother glares, ensuring nothing less than politeness from him.

“Aemond, Ser Ellion is a new knight of the Kingsguard. He will be protecting you from now on.”

Aemond snorts at that, terrifying smirk appearing on his face.

“Protecting me? What is it you mean?”

“Ser Ellion is tasked with protecting you personally, following you to ensure your safety.”

“Following me?” Aemond huffs out an amused laughs. “You must be joking.”

“I am not, my son. I am completely serious.”

“Tell me mother, why would I need such a thing? If I can protect myself easily enough, how is a guard going to help me?”

Aemond was right. He had to be. How could a knight he could break with his pinky finger serve as any use to him? He was a prince, a knight in his own right.

“It is necessary. Tensions grow higher each passing day in the council room. Your step sister is planning something. I am sure of it. I will not leave my son unguarded in case something happens.”

“I can protect myself.” Aemond protests.

“Then having Ser Ellion around will be all the better. You will have double the strength and protection.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Alicent glares at him. “You will listen and you will obey. This is for your own good. Now if you two will excuse me, I will be taking my lunch with Healeana.”

Alicent gives Aemond no time to protest again before turning heel and retreating from the training yard. He watches her go with narrow eye. He was a grown man. More than capable of carrying his own sword and protecting himself against any attacks from enemies. How could she not see it? Aemond is still glowering and ruminating in his angry thoughts when a kind voice cuts in.

“Prince Aemond?”

Aemond swivels to face Ser Ellion. The disarming smile upon the knight’s face only gives him pause for a second before he crosses his arms and looks up at the knight with his one eye.

“I care not for what my mother has said. I do not need you here. And I certainly do not need your protection. I am fine on my own.” He does his best to glare at the knight, but the man does not wither, only keeping the ridiculous smile upon his lips.

“I understand, my prince. But I am to follow the Queen mother’s word.”

“Whatever. I am going back to my chambers, alone.”

“I will escort you there!” The knight exclaims, dipping his head as the prince stalks past.

“Do not follow me.”

Ser Ellion does not listen and follows behind Aemond at a respectful distance, though he struggles to keep up with the quick strides of the prince.

Aemond seethes as he returns to the Red Keep, striding up the stairs two at a time. His anger must have been palpable, as servants, lords and ladies all alike cower and part like the sea as he all but runs up the staircase. Try as he might to lose him, the knight follows still, only just keeping up with him.

When Aemond finally reaches the door of his chamber, he turns to stare daggers at the knight, who stood there innocently with his perfect blonde hair and kind smile.

“Leave me! I do not wish to see your face again.” Aemond exclaims, shutting the door in the knight’s face.

“My prince.” Is all he hears from the other side before quiet footsteps fade from hearing.

Aemond shouts in anger before stalking over to the table in the middle of his chambers and seting his sword down upon it. He strides over to his dresser then and chances a glance up at the mirror on top. The leather eye patch stood out against his pale skin. With a violent surge of anger, he rips the thing off, staring at his sapphire eye and the terrible scar crossing it. The skin around his eyelid and undereye was cracked and red, making the feature even more horrifying to look at. He would need to get more moisturizing oil from the maester before the end of the day.

Fuck mother. Fuck father. Fuck Aegon and fuck Ser Ellion. He kicks the leg of the table in anger, wincing as pain shoots up from his toes. Why could no one just leave him be?

A quiet knock on his chamber door, interrupts his angered thoughts and he stalks to the door to rip it open. On the other side stands Helaena, a sad smile upon her face.

“Helaena….” He whispers.

“The laughter is poison.”

Aemond sighs, giving his dear sister a smile and inviting her in. He would ask about the cryptic sentence later. But first he’d much rather read in comfortable silence with her there. It was only her presence that calmed him. She was the only one he wished to spend time with these days. If only she wouldn’t scare him with her cryptic prophesies.

#aemond #aemond targaryen #alicent hightower #alicent #ser criston cole #ser crispy cream #helaena targaryen #aemond fic #house of the dragon fic #bottom aemond #bottom aemond fic #aemond x jacaerys #aemond x omc

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mermaidslabyrinth · 1 month ago

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My OC Rhagerys Targaryen with the two most important men in his life.

His cousin Aemond and his father Daemon. He loves them both dearly. But like any Targaryen it's not a normal/healthy love for either of them...

This wonderful art piece was done by the beyond talented @murmel-malt. They did such a great job at capturing the three of them. I especially love how Rhagerys is looking at Aemond. And how Daemon is so confidently aloof.

#The piece is like a duality to Rhagerys #On one side it is Rhagerys being grounded/safe (Aemond)#The way they hold each other's hands while being able to feel comfortable enough to do so #The way Rhagerys feels relaxed when looking at Aemond #The way he feels that everything will be alright as long as he has Aemond #The other side is him being controlled/subservient (Daemon)#The the little hints of dominance when it comes to Daemon with Rhagerys #I mean Daemon has his hand upon Rhagerys's shoulder closer to Aemond. When he could have easily placed it on the should closer to him #To me it's like Daemon is saying without saying 'I allow Rhagerys to be around Aemond in this way. Because in the end he is mine.'#I mean even Rhagerys's hand closest to his father is clenched instead of relaxed #That even though Rhagerys is looking at Aemond and feels at peace #There is always a feeling (physical or not) that it can so easily be taken away #I love how even in a calm setting Daemon has Dark Sister on his hip. Bc even in a 'soft' moment he has an edge to him #The layers I see in this artwork all thanks to the VERY talented murmel-mat #My HotD OMC #Aemond Targaryen #Aemond One Eye #Prince Aemond #HotD Aemond #Aemond #Daemon Targaryen #Daemon #HotD Daemon #House of the Dragon #HotD #HotD Art #House of the Dragon Art #HotD OC #House of the Dragon OC #Aemond x OC

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mermaidslabyrinth · 12 days ago

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Title: Happy Not Valentine's Day

Summary: A Holiday. A Fight. An...arrow? Rhagerys and Aemond have a memorable Valentine's Day.

Warning: Smut. Between two males. Oral (male receiving). A hint of a breeding kink (I'm sorry but they're Targaryens. I'm convinced all Targaryen men have this on some level). Cum stuffing. Cum licking. Cum sharing.

Author’s Note: I told myself that if possible for the last prompt was I was going to write smut. This isn't the first smut I've ever written. But it is the first one I've ever published. So, I am a little unsure how it will come across. Also, I am American, so any British words that may sound wonky or out of place, I did try.

Word Count: 6.6k

Written For: @hotd-bigbang

Dividers created by the wonderfully talented: @zaldritzosrose

It was a chilly late evening at Red Keep Estate. An expanse manor that had been in the Targaryen family for generations. There was powdery snow that was on the ground. It had fallen earlier in the day. There wasn't much, just enough to make the day feel colder than it should have been.

The members of the family had gathered together for Helaena’s twenty first name day. Her name day fell on Valentine’s Day, she would often lament that it wasn’t on July fourteenth, National Be Nice to Bugs Day. The bug theme this year was lovebugs. It sounded cute and right for the holiday but the decorations and cake said otherwise. For her special day all she wanted was her siblings and cousins to come to the estate and celebrate with her.

The majority of the family members either already lived at the Red Keep or arrived the day before. Save for two. Rhagerys and Aemond showed up mid morning of the celebration. The moment the two walked into where everyone else was, the other relatives noticed a tensity between the two. It didn’t ease up over lunch. The two did not want to sit beside one another. Nor in the afternoon when they refused to be on one another’s teams during any board game or other game played. Come dinner the two were not even talking at all. The meal was pleasant enough, Rhagerys and Aemond sat on opposite ends. Aegon tried to get Aemond to say something but was met with an icy glare. Daemon smugly enjoyed the tension between his son and his nephew. Even made some not so subtle observations during the meal.

When the pudding came, Aemond bid his good nights, gave Helaena a kiss upon the head wishing her a happy name day, and briskly walked out of the dining room. One could figure it was because Aemond was not one for sweets, but that night it was obvious he had his fill of being around Rhagerys. The glare he had given Rhagerys was the big indicator for everybody at the table.

Nobody asked or dared ask what was going on between the two. Daemon did corner Rhagerys after the evening meal and told him to either fix the problem or feign merriment come the next day. When Rhagerys gave him a confused look, knowing his father was enjoying the debacle, Daemon pointed out that it was upsetting Alicent. Which just made Rhagerys look more confused. That made Daemon admit that an upset Alicent means an upset Rhaenyra. It took everything in Rhagerys not to roll his eyes at that. What weird little relationship those three had going was not he ever wanted to dwell on.

It was not until very late in the evening when the topic that hung over the day was breached. The adults went to their wing of the estate. The three youngest boys were taken to their bedrooms by their nannies. Baela went to bed early, feigning being tired, Jace followed her rather quickly. Luke and Helaena had stayed up a little longer playing a few video games, with Aegon joining in towards the end. When they had their fill the two left to their respected bedrooms as well. Now it was just Rhagerys, Rhaena, and Aegon. They were sitting in a room with a roaring fire going. Each of them had a mug of cocoa to help warm them up. There was a couple plates of heart shaped biscuits sitting on the coffee table. The majority had been eaten and pilfered by Luke and the three younger boys.

“I have to address the elephant in the very small room.” Aegon handed his cocoa to Rhagerys so he could grab a few biscuits. He plopped down beside Rhagerys and took his mug. “What is going on between you and Aemond?” Aegon devoured a biscuit in two bites. “Because today was an experience.” Aegon continued with his mouth full. “So, dish.”

Rhagerys glanced over at Aegon. “Aemond hates Valentine’s Day.”

Rhaena picked up a pink and red frosted biscuit. She started to nibble on it. “That cannot be the reason he is,” Rhaena paused to swallow. “upset with you. How the day went, there has got to be a bigger reason.”

Aegon laughed. “Aemond was more than upset.” He leaned over to the coffee table and snatched a couple more biscuits off of the plate. “He was livid. No, something is bothering him.” Aegon took a quick sip of his cocoa and chewed on a marshmallow he as able to capture in his mouth. “he was stewing about something.” Aegon took a bite of the biscuit and turned towards Rhagerys. “So, what did you do?”

Rhagerys took a sip of his one cocoa. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” Aegon fake coughed.

Rhaena giggled behind her mug. “I do feel Aegon speaks the truth, dear brother.”

Rhagerys huffed as he leaned over and picked up one of the bigger biscuits. He sat back down before dipping it into his cocoa. “He seems to be upset that I got him some blue roses.” Rhagerys shrugged his shoulders as he took a bite of the now soggy biscuit. “I told him that when I saw them they made me think of him. How they matched his sapphire eye.” Rhagerys took another bite of his biscuit. “I couldn't resist.”

“And that made him mad?” Rhaena gave her brother a confused look. “I’d love to get roses. Especially today.”

“You did get chocolates.” Aegon pointed out. “In a heart shaped box I might add.” Rhaena bashfully smiled at that. Rhagerys looked between the two then stared forward in subtle annoyance.

“Anyway,” Rhagerys pressed on. “it’s Aemond. And now he’s upset with me for ‘wasting money’.” Rhagerys rolled his eyes. “Like almost five hundred pounds is going to bankrupt us.”

“You got him five hundred pounds worth of roses?” Aegon practically yelled. “Damn, no wonder he’s pissed.”

Rhagerys stiffened at that. “I was being romantic!” Rhagerys defensively stated. “And I said 'almost' five hundred pounds.”

“Now I know why he was so quiet at dinner.” Aegon grinned broadly. “Well, Casanova it worked.” Rhagerys looked at Aegon confusedly. “I mean you’re down here with us drinking hot cocoa instead of with Aemond getting some.”

Rhagerys was aghast. “Aegon! Rhaena is right here! Don’t be crude.” He nudged Aegon at such words. Which made Aegon have to balance his mug so it wouldn't spill.

“Rhage,” Rhaena wanted to get her brother's spike of anger away from focusing on Aegon. “I’m fifteen and I know what sex is.” Rhaena took a sip of her drink. “And you two live together.”

Rhagerys turned towards Rhaena, suprised at her nonchalant attitude. “And?” Rhagerys pressed.

“In a one bedroom flat.” Rhaena bluntly said.

“Yeah, Rhage, you’re not as slick as you think you are.” Aegon smiled as he lifted his mug up to take a drink. “And I guess your cock won’t b-”

Rhagerys flew up from his seat. “Alright! That’s more than enough! I’m leaving.”

“No, no don’t go.” Aegon said with laughter in his voice. “Sit.” Aegon sat his mug on the small table beside the couch. “I have a full proof plan to get you two back together.” Aegon got up and moved in front of Rhagerys. Aegon came to Rhagerys’s chest so he had to lift his hands up to place them on his younger cousin’s shoulders. He press down but Rhagerys didn’t budge. “Fuck, forgot how much stronger you are.” Aegon mumbled. “Please sit.” Aegon pressed down again, this time Rhagerys complied. “Stay. I’ll be right back.”

Aegon dashed out of the room. Rhagerys looked over towards Rhaena. “Do you have any idea what he’s going to do?”

Rhaena smiled, shook her head ‘no’, and took another sip of her cocoa.

A few minutes went by. Rhagerys and Rhaena idly chatted ate some biscuits and drank their cocoa. Rhagerys eventually got up and walked over to the floor to ceiling windows. He looked out towards the landscape. It had started to snow again, nothing too heavy though. Rhagerys watched the snow and how it delicately fell from the sky. He had his back to the door.

“Rhage!” Aegon’s voice called out from behind him. Rhagerys turned around.

THWACK!

Something hit Rhagerys square in the forehead.

“I knew those archery lessons would pay off.” Aegon boastfully noted. “Direct hit.”

Rhagerys’s eyes tried to look up at what had it him. A toy arrow. He ripped it off his forehead. “What is this?”

“It’s an arrow.” Aegon said as if it wasn’t obvious. “One of the boy’s toy.”

“I know but why did you shoot me with it?”

“I’m Cupid.” Aegon stated as if that should have been obvious as well. “Now go find Aemond and fall madly in love.”

Rhagerys rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh. “Aegon, Cupid’s arrow makes the person fall in love with the first person they see.”

The realization dawned on Aegon. “Oh,” he smiled. “you falling in love with me instead?”

Rhagerys made a frustrated face. “No! I-” Rhagerys stopped his train of thought and touched his forehead again. It was wet. “Did you lick this?” Rhagerys asked in disgust as he shook the arrow at Aegon. He realized his fingers that touched his forehead was somewhat wet as well.

“No.” Aegon answered.

“Then why is it we-”

“Sunfyre did though.” Aegon added.

Rhagerys yelled out and threw the arrow at Aegon. “Absolutely disgusting! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rhagerys started to storm out of the room. He paused by the coffee table and grabbed the plate that had more biscuits on it. “Now I have dog germs on me!” He shouted as he made his way out of the room. He was still loudly complaining as he went down the hallway.

Aegon turned to look at Rhaena. He smiled triumphantly. “Boy, I wonder where he’s going?” He mockingly asked.

Rhaena only smiled. She got up from her chair and sat upon the floor in front of the fireplace. She turned towards Aegon and gestured for him to come sit beside her. “Alright Cupid, you did wonderful, now come here.”

Aegon closed the door. He grabbed a blanket as he walked by one of the couches. Aegon delicately wrapped Rhaena up in it. He went to pick up the arrow that Rhagerys had thrown at him. He walked over to Rhaena and gently tapped her with the suction cup end. “Looks like you've been struck by Cupid's arrow.” Rhaena looked up at him with a smirk. Aegon turned towards the coffee table to grab the plate of remaining biscuits. He sat upon the floor beside Rhaena and placed the biscuits to his right. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Well, Cupid's arrow did hit his target. Twice.” Rhaena opened up the blanket so Aegon could join her. “You did good.” She gave a quick peck to his cheek. “Happy Valentine's Day.” Aegon smiled softly as he returned a soft kiss to her temple. Rhaena laid her head upon his shoulder. “Thank you for the chocolates.”

Rhagerys made his way the room he and Aemond were sharing. Aemond was lounging quietly on the bed reading. He watched Rhagerys burst through the door, slam it, set a plate upon the small table, and march towards the bathroom.

Aemond didn’t look up from his book. “And why are you here?”

“Because your stupid brother got dog germs on me.” Rhagerys angrily spat from the bathroom. He had a wash cloth and was scrubbing his forehead. “Otherwise I’d still be downstairs enjoying the late hour drinking cocoa, eating biscuits, and watching the snow fall.”

“You can still go back down once you’re done.” Aemond pointed out.

Rhagerys appeared in the bathroom doorway. “No, Aegon ruined it. Besides,” Rhagerys walked towards the bed. He climbed onto it and reclined next to Aemond. “I missed you.”

Aemond gave a very obvious eye roll. “I have been here since dinner ended.”

“Yeah, you missed some really good pudding.” Rhagerys lifted his hand up and tucked some of Aemond’s hair behind his ear. “Don’t worry, I ate yours. I did bring you some biscuits, though.” He gestured towards the small table across the room.

“I don't like sweets, you know that.” Aemond huffed and batted away Rhagerys’s hand as he untucked his hair. “Besides, I’m still mad at you.”

“All this over fucking roses.” Rhagerys muttered.

Aemond turned the page to his book. “Five hundred pounds worth.” He said under his breath.

Rhagerys gave an indignant look. “Almost five hundred.”

“Still too much for something that will die within a week.”

“Two weeks.” Rhagerys corrected.

Aemond lightly shook his head in frustration. “I don't know why you bothered.”

Rhagerys opened his mouth to say something but closed it. Rhagerys crossed his arms to emphasize his stance on the matter. “I’m not apologizing.”

Aemond turned another page to the book in his hand. “Then don't.” He bit back. Aemond went back to reading and ignoring Rhagerys.

Rhagerys sat quietly beside Aemond. He would glance every so often towards him. Aemond pointedly kept his eye on the book. Whether he was actually reading Rhagerys wasn't too sure. He hadn't turned the page for a bit and Rhagerys knew Aemond was a quick reader. Rhagerys took a breath in. He was upset that Aemond was upset. He was quite frustrated that Aemond would see getting flowers as a “waste of money” and that “doing such things was pointless”. Rhagerys chewed at his lip, trying to figure out how he could apologize without actually apologizing. He did the only thing that came to his mind. Rhagerys sat up, turned towards Aemond, and snatched the book from his hands.

“Hey! Give that back!” Aemond said with a raised voice as he grabbed at Rhagerys.

Rhagerys easily dodged Aemond's hands and got up from the bed. He dashed across the expansive room. “Make me.” Rhagerys all but taunted Aemond. “If you want it, come and get it.”

Aemond scoffed. “Don't be childish.” However, he rose up from the bed and made his way across the room to Rhagerys. He was a couple feet away when he stopped. “Hand it over,” Aemond crossed his arms and outstretched his right hand. “now.”

“And if I don't?” Rhagerys tested the waters. “What will you do?”

Aemond smiled at that. He retracted his hand and recrossed his arms. He tilted his head. “Nothing.” He stressed the word. “For some time.” He stared up at Rhagerys daring him to call his bluff.

Rhagerys immediately picked up on the implication. The smile he had dropped. “All this over a book?” He loosened his grip upon the said book. Aemond saw his chance and snatched it from Rhagerys's hands. “Seriously, all this over a book?”

Aemond exhaled in frustration. “No, this is not over a book.” Aemond shook said book at Rhagerys. “I am frustrated with you.”

Rhagerys knew why Aemond was frustrated. The gift of roses hung above the two like a broad sword ready to drop on them. He knew that being the one to admit fault first in this situation was needed. He gave a small smile as he looked to Aemond. “I am-”

Aemond lightly shook his head. He held his hand up to stop Rhagerys from speaking. “You don't have to apologize. I know you want to, but there is honestly no reason to.”

Rhagerys's eyes widened and he threw his hands up in the air. “Then what do you want, Aemond? Tell me and I will do it.”

“You don't need to do anything.” Aemond walked over to the small table and dropped the book upon it beside the biscuits.

Rhagerys followed Aemond. “Are you honestly that upset over the flowers?” Rhagerys reached out his hand but retracted it. “I'll remove them from the flat the moment we get back.” His voice was delicate.

Aemond didn't look at Rhagerys. He kept his back to him. “No, don't do that.”

Rhagerys took a deep breath in. “Aemond, you have to tell me what is wrong then.” His voice was raised just a little “I cannot read your mind.”

Aemond looked towards the window. He took in the snowy landscape. He clenched his jaw at, what he perceived as a ridiculous reason, even though he know it was not true. At least not with Rhagerys. “I'm upset with myself that I truly enjoyed that you got them for me.” A small smile danced across his face. “That I got so inside my own head at something you did for me.” He turned around to look at Rhagerys with an intensity. “That something as simple as flowers made me feel happy, wanted.” His face softened a little. “That something done out of love makes me feel...” He trailed off not wanting to finish his thought. He had been learning, with help from Rhagerys, to stop saying he wasn't good enough. He didn't understand that he could so easily tell Rhagerys to stop having those thoughts, but to him they were always at the forefront of his mind.

Rhagerys's mouth slightly fell open. He knew exactly what Aemond was alluding to. It was something the two of them have been slowly working on together. That they each are good enough, more than enough, for each other. “Oh, Aemond,” His voice as beyond soft.

“Don't.” Aemond warned as he took a step back. The intensity back on his face. “Do not patronize me.”

Rhagerys lightly shook his head. He slowly closed the gap between himself and Aemond. He engulfed him in a hug and pulled him close. “I would never.” He tightened his grip. “I gave you those roses because I wanted to see you happy.” Rhagerys started to run his hand through Aemond's hair. “I love you, Aemond.”

Aemond relaxed into the hug. He rested his head upon Rhagerys's shoulder. “I know, I know you do. It's just,” Aemond took a shaky breath in. “you do so much and I do so little.”

Rhagerys frowned at that to himself. “You don't have to do anything.” His frown turned into a soft smile.

Aemond tried to shake his head the best he could. “But I should, Rhage. You're not the only one in this relationship. I love you and I barely show it.”

Rhagerys pulled Aemond off his shoulder and gently moved him away from himself. He took a hold of Aemond's shoulders. “You show it. In so many ways, you show it. You're just way more subtle than I am.” Rhagerys chuckled. “You show it by cooking the meals, by doing my laundry and putting away my clothing, by sitting quietly with me while I watch some asinine show, by making the tea and having some cake with me,” Rhagerys laughed a little. “which I know you no taste for such sweetness. You'll still have a piece just for me.” Rhagerys smiled sweetly. “But when you just sit with me and we talk about our days those are the moments I cherish the most. Aemond,” Rhagerys squeezed Aemond's shoulders and looked lovingly into Aemond's eye. “You show it by just being with me. I don't need grand gestures, I just need you.”

Aemond shook his head again and looked away. “I hate that you know what to say.” His words sounded harsh but there was a smile upon his face.

Rhagerys gave a small snort. “You love it.” Rhagerys tilted his head to get Aemond to look at him. “So, did you really like the roses?”

Aemond looked up at Rhagerys. “I did.” Aemond smiled, genuinely. “More than you know.” He reached his hands up to cup Rhagerys's face. “I apologize for how childish I've been today.”

Rhagerys dropped his hands and placed them on his waist. “I'm not. Because I know you'll make up for it.” Rhagerys grinned. “And then some.”

Aemond narrowed his eye but kept the smile. “I’m not letting you fuck me because it’s Valentine’s Day.” Aemond moved to cross his arms. “It’s a stupid holiday and I won’t take part in any of it.”

Rhagerys took a step back and dramatically placed a hand upon his chest. “You think so low of me?”

Aemond quirked an eyebrow. “I am privy to your past work.”

“I can fuck you on every holiday but Valentine’s Day is out?” Rhagerys asked as he threw his hands up. “Fine,” he smiled slyly. “We’ll do everything but that.”

“Rhage it’s,” Aemond looks toward the clock on the mantle. “it’s eleven o’ clock. The day is almost over.”

Rhagerys took a hold of Aemond’s waist and pulled him close. “Then I better get started.”

~Midnight~

Rhagerys and Aemond lie in bed. The two are naked, under a sheet as Rhagerys held Aemond to him. He lightly stroked Aemond's back. Both had a bit of a blissed out look to them. The clock in the room chimed twelve times.

“It’s midnight.” Aemond offhandedly stated. “It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.”

“…Alright.” Rhagerys wasn’t sure what Aemond was getting at. “Happy not Valentine’s Day?”

Aemond sat up. Rhagerys’s arm fell to his stomach. Aemond turned towards his cousin and gave him an exasperated look. “It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.” He repeated.

Rhagerys just looked up at him with a little confusion. He raised his eyebrows and vaguely shook his head. “I heard the clock as well.”

Aemond huffed and ripped the sheet off of them. A smile crept onto his face. “Gods, you’re stupid sometimes.” He leaned down and gave Rhagerys a kiss upon the lips. He kissed along Rhagerys’s jawline, down his neck, to his chest. He moved to a kneeling position beside Rhagerys as he lightly moved his hair from his face. Aemond continued to kiss along Rhagerys’s chest, down his stomach, towards his destination.

That was when it hit Rhagerys what Aemond was wanting to do. “Aemond, you don’t have to.”

Aemond lifted his head up to look at Rhagerys, he gave him a smile and tsked. “I don’t like Valentine’s Day, but I love you. So, let me show you how much.”

Rhagerys reached out and took a weak hold of Aemond's arm. “I know how much you do.”

Aemond easily removed his arm from Rhagerys's grasp. “You pleased me, now let me please you.” Aemond got off the bed and went towards the end of it. “Spread your legs.”

Rhagerys instead moved to a sitting position with his back against the headboard. Then he spread his legs. “I want to be able to watch you.” A sly grin appeared on his face.

Aemond’s response was to climb upon the bed and go to where Rhagerys waited. When he got to Rhagerys, he gave him a quick kiss upon the lips. He then moved down, got into position, and took a hold of Rhagerys's cock. He gave it a couple pumps before he leaned down and slowly took it in his mouth.

A quiet, sharp breath came from Rhagerys. “Aemond.” he said above a whisper.

Aemond hummed at the acknowledgment. Which made Rhagerys take another sharp breath in and slightly grit his teeth. Aemond internally smiled at that. He continued to slowly take Rhagerys's cock in inch by inch. He pulled up when he was half way down.

“Too much?” Rhagerys had a grin upon his face.

Aemond looked up at Rhagerys and made a mock snide face. He moved his head back down to take Rhagerys's cock in his mouth again. This time he tried to do it in one motion. He made it a little further but Rhagerys's cock hit the back of his throat quicker than he was ready for. Aemond made a gag noise and pulled back up. He coughed a bit and took a couple breaths in to collect himself. “Maybe if your cock wasn't so big.” Aemond groused as he wiped the drool dripping from his mouth.

“You can't blame me for my cock size.” Rhagerys smiled. “Blame my father.”

Aemond was not amused. “What have I said about bringing your father up in moments like this?”

Rhagerys gave a sheepish smile. “Do it often and a lot?”

There was not even a hint of a smile upon Aemond's face. He started to get up from his spot.

“No, wait,” Rhagerys placed his hand to Aemond's shoulder. “I'm sorry,” Rhagerys moved his hand to lightly stroke Aemond's cheek. “but, my cock size isn't going to change. You know that,” Rhagerys smiled. “you've done this plenty times before. So, just go slow.” Rhagerys removed his hand from Aemond and placed it at his side.

Aemond nodded in agreement. “Fine. You're not allowed to move your hands from your side.” Aemond got back into his position. He took Rhagerys's cock in his hand and gave it a quick lick. Which got a sharp inhale from Rhagerys. “So, you better cling to those sheets if you want me to continue.” Rhagerys gripped the sheets on either side of him. He looked down at Aemond letting him know he could continue. “That's a good boy.” Aemond praised.

Aemond, once again, took Rhagerys's cock in his mouth. This time slowly, he got to where he was half way down. He took a breath in and made himself press on. Aemond was able to get down to the base. He instinctively swallowed around Rhagerys's cock. A small gag feeling was felt in his throat but he pushed it away. He pulled up slowly and gasped as he removed the cock out of his mouth. He gave a small lick to the slit as a little cum started to leak out.

Rhagerys gave a small huff at that. He reached down and lightly ran his hand down Aemond's face. “Keep going.”

Aemond stayed where he was. “I told you not to move your hands.”

Rhagerys retracted his hand and slammed it back on the bed. “Forgot. It's just that your talented mouth had-”

Aemond raised his hand to get Rhagerys to stop before he waxed poetry to him. “Alright, alright.” He took Rhagerys's cock back into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down. He made sucking noises every so often. He could feel Rhagerys's cock get hard in his mouth. He glanced up to look at Rhagerys through his lashes. He could tell Rhagerys was enjoying what he was doing, that he was getting close. Aemond pulled off of Rhagerys's cock with a wet pop. He sat up on his knees.

Rhagerys's grip loosened on the bed sheet. He looked up at Aemond. His eyes were blown with lust and his breathing was heavy. “Why did you stop?” Rhagerys asked breathlessly. Aemond only smiled as he moved to straddle Rhagerys. Rhagerys looked up at Aemond. “Never mind,” Rhagerys grinned as he lifted his hands up to help Aemond get comfortable. “Need my cock that bad, huh?”

Aemond gave Rhagerys an impish grin and removed Rhagerys's hands. “No touching.” Rhagerys lifted his hands up letting Aemond know he understood before he laid them back on the bed. Aemond slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing their cocks together.

“Aemond,” Rhagerys lowly warned. “I need you to-”

Aemond moved again wit a bit more friction. “What do you need?”

Rhagerys sucked in a breath through his teeth as he closed his eyes. “Aemond, please,” Rhagerys thickly swallowed. “I need you to stop teasing.”

Aemond tilted his head in mock sad face. “Poor boy.” A smile crept onto his face. “Let me help you.”

Aemond lifted himself up. “I don't have to prepare myself thanks to you.” That got a small smile from Rhagerys. He took a hold of Rhagerys cock, getting a hiss from Rhagerys. He slowly sunk onto Rhagerys's cock, and closed his eye at the feeling. He didn't make a noise until he was fully sheathed. A moan escaped his throat as he opened his eye back up and looked down at Rhagerys. “Gods, Rhage.”

Rhagerys was looking up at Aemond, eyes blown even more so with lust. “I live to serve.” Rhagerys placed his hands upon Aemond's hips. “However, if you don't move, I will move you.”

“I said no touching.” Aemond placed his hands on top of Rhagerys's and removed them from himself. He kept a hold of them as he slowly moved his hips. He lifted himself up and down on Rhagerys's cock. He silently enjoyed the feel of Rhagerys's cock over and over, inch by inch. He let go of Rhagerys's hands and placed his own onto Rhagerys's chest. He closed his eye and just enjoyed the feel from the motion.

Rhagerys dropped his hands to his side. He silently watched Aemond ride him. He couldn't help but smile as he looked up at his cousin. Rhagerys was happy to see him enjoy himself. “Mmph, fuck, Aemond.” Rhagerys gasped out at the sudden shift in Aemond's movement. “You keep that up, I'm not going to last.”

Aemond leaned down and gave Rhagerys a deep kiss. “You're not going to last regardless.” Aemond moved to sit up and then grinded on Rhagerys's cock.

Rhagerys swore quietly. “Fucking, hells, Aemond.” Aemond laughed at that. Rhagerys jutted his hips up in retaliation. Which made Aemond gasp out. “How do you like that?”

Aemond looked down at Rhagerys. “Do it again.” He commanded.

Rhagerys did as he was told but as he fucked up into Aemond, Aemond lifted up and sunk back down on Rhagerys's cock, meeting him in the movement. “Just like that, Rhage.” Aemond directed. He started to quicken his pace as he rode Rhagerys.

Rhagerys took a hold of Aemond's hips and stopped him from moving. A slight whine escaped Aemond's lips. Rhagerys smiled up at Aemond and started to thrust up. The sound of skin hitting skin was the only noise in the room, save for a handful of moans escaping each of them. Aemond threw his head back, his hair brushing against Rhagerys's legs as he enjoyed the feeling of Rhagerys's cock fucking him over and over again.

“Gods, you look beautiful.” Rhagerys breathed out. He slowed his pace as he marveled at the sight before him. “You take my cock so well.”

Aemond moved his head down to look at Rhagerys. A lust filled smile graced his lips. He moved so he could place his hands upon Rhagerys's shoulders and leaned down. “Claim me.” He hungrily kissed Rhagerys upon the mouth. Their tongues briefly battled for control, but Rhagerys relented and let Aemond have the control. Aemond moved his hands up to cup Rhagerys's face. The two continued their kiss until Aemond pulled away quickly. He leaned his forehead on Rhagerys's. “I said, 'claim me'.” Aemond moved away from Rhagerys and looked down at him with expectation. He grinding on Rhagerys's cock for emphasis.

Rhagerys closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He opened his eyes and answered by leaning up and pulling Aemond to him. He gently kissing Aemond's lips. He kissed his jawline, down his neck, back up to capture Aemond's lips once more. He pulled Aemond close to him, deepening the kiss. Rhagerys broke off the kiss and looked up into Aemond's eye. Both of their eyes were blown with lust. “I'm going to breed you.” Rhagerys lowly said. He took a strong hold of Aemond's body and pulled him close. Then with some maneuvering Rhagerys flipped Aemond onto his back. His cock slipped out of Aemond. “And I'll claim you all right.”

“All talk.” Aemond teased.

Rhagerys looped his arms under Aemond's knees and pulled him close. “And your bold words.” Rhagerys slammed into Aemond, making his cousin arch his back in surprise and pleasure. A groan ripped from Aemond's throat. “Am I still 'all talk'?” Rhagerys teased.

Aemond couldn't answer with words, but he reached up and pulled Rhagerys to him. He kissed Rhagerys with such fervent need. He broke the kiss off, panting heavily. He ran his hands up and down Rhagerys's chest. Aemond still didn't say a word, he let his actions show Rhagerys he wanted him to continue.

Rhagerys slowly pulled his cock out to just where the tip was still in. He didn't move, as much as he desperately wanted to. Aemond let out a whine and moved downwards. Rhagerys held him in his place. “Absolutely not.” Rhagerys pulled back. “You're mine, now.” Rhagerys leaned down a little. “And you know what I want to hear.”

Aemond let out a short, angry scoff.

Rhagerys didn't move. “And no sarcasm. I want you to mean it.” He slowly moved his cock into Aemond just a bit.

Aemond took a deep breath in and let it out. He looked longingly up into Rhagerys's eyes. “Please, Rhage, make me yours.” Aemond gave a hint of a smile “Ruin me.” he whispered.

Rhagerys grinned. “Stroke you cock while you ask me.”

“Gods, Rhage.” Aemond moved his right hand his own weeping cock. He took the precum from the tip and slicked up his cock. He started to stroke it, he closed his eye at the sensation. Aemond opened his eye back up, lust beyond evident, and looked up at Rhagerys. “Please, Rhage,”

“Fuck yourself on my cock as well.” Rhagerys bluntly said as his grin grew wider.

Aemond let out a sigh as he tried to look upset. Rhagerys pushed his cock a little into his cousin. Which made Aemond clench his jaw and stroke himself quicker. Aemond started to move himself on Rhagerys's hard cock, slowly getting a rhythm going. “Rhage, my love,” Aemond grunted at a particular sensation from an angle he moved his hips at. “I want, need you to claim me. Cum inside me, make me yours,” Aemond sunk completely onto Rhagerys's cock. “breed me.” He said in a heavy, lust filled voice.

Rhagerys gave a lust filled smile at hearing that. “Since you asked so nicely.” Rhagerys took a firm grip of Aemond's legs. He hooked Aemond's left leg over his shoulder. Rhagerys pulled his cock out to where just the tip was in. He slammed it back into Aemond in one quick movement. He started to move at a brutal, fast pace. “I know I'm not going, fuck,” Rhagerys moaned out. “last much longer.” Aemond could only groan in response.

No words were spoken between the two. Just skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans escaping from them as they crashed their lips into the others mouth. Their kisses started to turn sloppy as they both could feel their ends coming.

Aemond broke the kiss first. “Rhage, I'm,” Aemond started to stroke his cock faster, with more of a purpose.

“Cum for me,” Rhagerys grunted out as his own movements became a bit erratic as he chased his own end. “my lovely dragon.”

Aemond's eye rolled to the back of his head. He threw his head back and moaned. His cum splattered all over his stomach as he clumsily stroked himself to completion. He continued to meet Rhagerys's own thrusts. “Fuck me as I cum.” he directed.

“I don't know if I could stop if I wanted to, love. I'm almost at my end.” Rhagerys keep fucking Aemond. “Just a little more.”

Aemond was lying there trying to gather himself again. He moved his hand up to run his hand up and down Rhagerys's chest. “Fill me with your seed,” Aemond stopped his hand at Rhagerys's neck, he gave it a light squeeze. “breed me.”

That was all Rhagerys needed, he toppled over the edge. He buried himself deep into Aemond as he pumped his cousin full of his seed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rhagerys grunted out. He silently moaned. “I'm yours.” Rhagerys lightly collapsed into Aemond's arms. He was breathing a little heavily, trying to gather himself.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Rhagerys. “And I am yours.” Aemond lightly stroked Rhagerys's back.

Rhagerys slowly got up off of Aemond. He gently pulled himself out of Aemond. A little cum dripped out. Rhagerys looked up at Aemond, without breaking eye contact he pushed the cum back into him. Which got a low groan from Aemond as he arched his back. Rhagerys then moved up off the bed. “Stay here, let me get a wash cloth to clean you up.” Rhagerys made his way into the bathroom.

Aemond lazily placed his hands behind his head. “I'm surprised you don't want clean me up the other way.”

Rhagerys stopped. He looked behind him and saw the lopsided grin Aemond had on his face. A silent challenge in his eye. Rhagerys would easily rise to it. “If you insist.” He made his way back to the bed. He tucked his hair back as leaned down. With no hesitation Rhagerys licked up the majority of Aemond's cum from his stomach. He stood up and looked towards Aemond, mouth full of cum, and waiting further instructions.

Aemond looked at Rhagerys a long moment. “Well, since you've been so good to me, come and give me a kiss.”

Rhagerys moved over just a little then leaned down and kissed Aemond. He coaxed Aemond's mouth open by lightly sticking his tongue out and getting Aemond to open. He then spit some of Aemond's cum into his mouth. Rhagerys moved back and stood to his full height, he swallowed the remaining cum in his mouth loudly. He then smiled down at Aemond. “Swallow.”

Aemond closed mouth smiled at Rhagerys and did as he was told. He swallowed just as loudly as Rhagerys did. “Now you can go get a wash cloth.” He casually gestured.

Rhagerys nodded his head and went to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and wiped up the remaining cum on Aemond's stomach. He then balled up the wash cloth and tossed it towards the bathroom.

“Couldn't be bothered to take it back?” Aemond asked as he moved over to the left side of the bed.

Rhagerys climbed in on right side, pulled up the covers, and laid down. “That's a problem for morning me.” Before he could gesture for Aemond to come lie with him, Aemond was already making himself comfortable.

Aemond laid his head upon Rhagerys's chest, tucked his left arm close to him, and draped his right over Rhagerys's chest. “You say that now, but I feel that is going to be a problem for morning me.”

Rhagerys gave a light laugh at that. “No, I promise, I'll pick it up.” He wrapped his right arm around Aemond and tightened his grip. “How are you feeling?” He started to idly stroke Aemond's shoulder. “I wasn't too rough was I?”

“No.”

“You feel fine?” Rhagerys moved his hand up to Aemond's hair and started to gently play with it. “I wasn't too much for you?” Rhagerys smiled to himself. “My cock wasn't too much?”

“Crass.” Aemond gave Rhagerys a small, harmless slap upon Rhagerys's chest. “Your cock is more than enough. Now,” Aemond snuggled as close as he could to Rhagerys. “let's get some sleep. We're leaving tomorrow after breakfast.”

“Sounds good. I do hope they're serving porridge tomorrow. I'm craving it.” Rhagerys moved his hand from Aemond's hair and went back to lightly stroking Aemond's arm.

Silence fell between the two. The room was quiet. The only noises were the ticking of the clock. The crackling of the fireplace. Their soft breathing.

Aemond smiled as he closed his eye at the soft feeling of Rhagerys's fingers. “Thank you for the roses.” His words were above a whisper. “And I'll make sure the cook makes you porridge whether or not it is on the menu.”

Rhagerys smiled then leaned down and kissed Aemond's head. It was a quiet way of letting him know he appreciated how much Aemond cared for him.

Author's note: I do hope it wasn't too much or too dirty. I did hold back a little in certain areas and words.

And I don't know if England celebrates National Be Nice to Bugs Day but I couldn't resist. And I decided that Helaena having her name day on February 14th was just a cute idea.

In this story Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Alicent are that Parks and Rec meme with April and her boyfriends, but Daemon is April.

For the story Rhaena is 16. So that would make Rhaerys, Aemond, and Jace 19. Baela 18. Luke 17. Aegon 23. Helaena turned 21. It may be a modern setting but they're still Targaryens.

I'm also in the camp where Aemond doesn't like sweets but if he had to he would have some.

Also a little trivia: In my writing I always have Aemond sleep on the left side of the bed and Rhagerys on the right. So when they lay on their sides to face one another, Aemond can see Rhagerys with his one working eye.

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