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Set List

1. Escapism. & Genesis. - RAYE

Modern!Actor!Aemond Targaryen x Singer!Reader

Warnings: Angsttttttt, sexism, mentions of drug and alcohol addiction (just rumors), semi-meet cute

Word count: 2.4k

“Every song has a meaning for your relationship with Aemond Targaryen. Aegon has asked you to sing at one of his infamous parties and in the midst of dealing with your feelings for Aemond, you decide to let your set list do the talking.”

Note: This chapter explains how the reade met Aemond and the state of mind they were in during that time. Also, these characters are neither book or show accurate as I am taking some of the actor’s personalities in real life. Imagine Aemond wearing Ewan’s London premiere look for the second season!

How did it all begin?

That’s what everyone wants to know. Of course, they only want the good bits: when you fell in love, when you knew it was true, if he has a big dick… But no one wants to know what really happened, the truth and the darkness behind it all.

You arrived on the set of a short series you were having a small role in. In the span of five minutes, the series was struck from your schedule. Humiliated and angry, you stormed off of he set and back to your life.

Of course, rumors began to swirl as soon as the news broke that you were no longer attached to the project. The regular ones were there, saying you were too emotional, too much of a diva, maybe back on the drugs or alcohol…

No one knew that you didn’t touch either of the substances, but no one cared since it brought them views and clicks. The truth didn’t gain attention, didn’t get money. Regardless of it, you tried to pay as little attention to what people were saying online. Such is the beauty and pain of fame.

Without the series, it freed up more of your time. You tried to limit your screen time and did not allow yourself to comment or read the pop-up ads that came up with articles about you and the series director, the rumors and lies. What else were you supposed to do with the time?

Even as time slowed, you woke up early on a Wednesday morning for an event that you had been looking forward to since it had been booked by your team. It was the third season premiere of the high fantasy series that made Aemond Targaryen an instant celebrity. The second season is where he really got to shine in having an expanded role from the first season and everyone noticed the talent and charm that came with it.

You had been offered to write and sing a song on the second season’s soundtrack when your singles were dropping for the world to hear, and a producer listened to them and offered you the job. What you didn’t know is how much further it would skyrocket you into fame.

The success of the song brought you to this day, even with the rumors, to walk the carpet and to perform at the afterparty, thanks to Aegon, Aemond’s older brother. He had messaged you directly asking if you would perform. Your hands shook as you took in the message, and he must have been desperate to use the only social media platform you hadn’t blocked him and most of his family on.

You tried not to think on Aemond and his reaction to you accepting. You also couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one who suggested it to Aegon… You considered not accepting the offer as you would be fine without it, but you needed an outlet, not just from the humiliation of getting axed from the series.

London was closer to where you lived and while you knew of the memories that would linger from the last time you were there, you could not, and would not, allow the memories to get the better of you. You were performing and that was your job.

The second series premiere was easer. Besides writing the song, that wasn’t out at that time, you had no real reason to be there, besides being invited to the after party. You could have always declined but you thought it would be a nice opportunity to be social and make some new connections, both professional and otherwise.

You had success and money but still weren’t sure exactly what your image should be, not that anyone would probably know who you were. So, you wore a dress that complimented both your skin color and the way it hugged your figure, as well as matching sunglasses to protect against the flash of photographers.

You stepped into the space, alone, and took in the music coming from the speakers with the amount of people either dancing or mingling. You swallowed as the room seemed much smaller for the amount of people that were present. But you were calmed as you heard one of your songs playing over the speakers. You had made it here.

You did not touch alcohol or drugs, which you assumed was also being passed around, given the company of the Targaryen’s. You sipped your mocktail in a corner as you watched people move around and the excited chatter coming from the entrance.

People started to clap, and you assumed that it was the cast entering. You swallowed as the whole tone of the party shifted to them and their presence. Of course, Aemond was one of the faces of the show, but his fame extended to the whole Targaryen family. You weren’t sure if they were doing that on purpose, Aegon surely was, but the rest of them were a puzzle. Maybe that’s why people were so fascinated with them.

You moved from the corner as people were starting to press on you and you had no desire to feel compressed. You made your way back to the bar, where it was somewhat less crowded, and you could hear yourself think.

You heard someone sniff loudly beside you and you cleared your throat at the presence of obvious drugs. Aegon’s influence.

You felt someone nudge your elbow on the bar top, most likely by accident, and so you moved away. Some people didn’t have the special awareness. But if you had looked, you would have seen that it was Aemond and his nudge had nothing to do with needing more space.

“Hi!”

You turned to see Helaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Alicent and Viserys. You couldn’t help but raise your brow, even though she couldn’t see it from the sunglasses you still wore from the strobing lights.

“Hi,” you responded.

“I’m Helaena. I’ve been following you since you released ‘Revolve.’”

“Really? ‘Revolve’ was years ago! I’m surprised anyone still remembers my SoundCloud days.”

Even now, Helaena was the one who reached out to you when the news dropped of you being axed from the series you were some excited to do. She had asked if you wished to talk about it but you left her on read. You didn’t want your feelings to get back to Aemond, even with the series.

“I liked the reference about being hard as a cockroach. I really like insects.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Thank you. I like to throw in slight innuendos in a clever way, at least I think so.”

Helaena asked you more questions about your music, and if you had any more bug related quirks to throw in, which you said none at the moment, before she asked you a deeper question.

“What do you think about Aemond?”

You tilted your head a little.

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t you involved with the show?”

“Yes but I wrote a song for it. It isn’t out yet. I don’t think it has anything to do with him.”

Lie but you couldn’t reveal anything about the song and its significance since it wasn’t out and the news of the collaboration was scheduled to be released tomorrow.

“Oh. Aemond had said that there was someone writing a song about him, but maybe it was just a rumor.”

You shrug.

“It’s part of the show but that’s all I can say. Perhaps it is just a rumor.”

“Hel?”

You both turned to see Aemond. He had a drink in his hand that looked to have elderflower syrup in it.

“Aemond!” She exclaimed and hugged him before taking the drink. “Thank you and it looks so pretty!”

You took in his hair, dyed to look more like a natural blonde than silver and the elaborate pant ties that went up around the bottom of his legs. You couldn’t exactly place your hand on why he looked so interesting, but he did.

“It’s time!”

In the hotel room in London, you saw your assistant come out of the bedroom. She was texting on her phone and looks up to see you, almost ready.

“Do I look nice?” You ask.

The front is a simple green cocktail dress, and the back is covered by green tulle that has scale-like ridges that rest against your spine. It does represent Aemond’s character in the show, which you hadn’t thought of until the back piece went on. You just hoped people got the reference and didn’t think you looked like a lizard, which you were sure a meme would come out about it by morning.

“You do. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Too late, you thought. Why can’t people just say things simply? Oh, you look lovely. Oh, you look really nice, just to ease the worry.

You swallow down the racing in your chest as the ensemble is finally put together. Your team buzzes around you as you walk down o the lobby of the hotel and you know you are not the only one staying here from the presence of the paparazzi and people waiting outside. But that’s okay. You are not the most important thing to them today.

Camera flashes blind your vision but you are saved from most of it due to wearing the sunglasses. Your team ushers you through the clear line to the car and you are instantly greeted with subdued sounds of the people outside. The car starts once everyone is inside and you sigh.

“How do you find it?”

Aemond had turned his attention back to you as Helaena was admiring her drink. He raised his brow.

“Find what?”

“All this.” You gestured around you with a hand. “It’s a lot and I assume it’s even more on the carpets.”

“I don’t take it for granted.”

You sigh to yourself as you know that is the PR answer. You were hoping for some honesty, but you did just meet, officially. Him hearing your song second hand does not count since you weren’t in the room.

“She’s asking about you, Aemond,” Hel spoke.

You smiled a little as you took another sip of your drink.

“I don’t know the complexities of fame and success as you have. Must be different.”

Aemond looked at you for a moment before taking a sip of his drink.

“It is. Why stop when there is another chance to improve?”

You were going to speak when Aemond was bumped into from behind and the other figure vanished once more into the crowd.

“Excuse me,” he said and left.

“Don’t mind him. It takes him a while to warm up but I’m sure he appreciated the effort you put into the song.”

You nodded and kept to Helaena’s side for most of the party. If you had known just how much the song would have changed your life, you would have understood more of why Aemond was secretive.

Now you understand. But how were you to know?

You turn slightly to see Aemond already on the carpet with his name being screamed by fans and photographers. He remains cool and poised in his suit and Targaryen blonde hair cut short to the nape of his neck. You swallow, longing for his longer hair.

You turned away to step onto the carpet yourself, unaware that Aemond had cast a look to you as well. There was no point in leaning away from the obvious reference that your outfit had and reporters picked up on that, obsessing and cooing over the connection you showed to Aemond’s character. Of course, asking if there was more to the outfit than just supporting Aemond. You denied it.

You had almost forgotten about the axing of the series as msot questions were about your music journey from two years ago until now and then someone brought it up. You swallowed as you remembered the humiliation from on set but knew that it could not be avoided forever.

The microphone under your chin was a daunting sight for a moment before you took in a breath to ground yourself.

“I had a different opinion on what my character was going to be doing in a certain scene, and the director didn’t agree with me. I am not someone to be humiliated for someone else’s gain and so I left. I don’t want to be part of that environment.”

You stepped off from where all the reporters are and let your assistant take you to where the after party is being held. You would have about two hours to get everything together as they would show the first episode in the theater after a short cast q&a.

The time did not bother you. You felt lighter than you had in some time as telling the truth about the axing, even though it did not make you more money or allies, lifted a weight off of your chest. It is the truth.

There is a small alcove behind the stage that is filled with sound and stage equipment for use that you use as your dressing room. There are three costumes in total to showcase the change in tone. The first being a sequined red gown, similar to Jessica Rabbit’s, but with more coverage. The second is a pink mini dress and the third is a black suit with a matching sequined bralette.

As the first dress is being zipped up along your spine, you feel the beating of your heart increase. Aemond will know. Aemond will know.

You swallow it down as best as you can, not only for yourself, but also that your makeup won’t run. You know you can be strong, and it is a change to perform here. You allow that calming thought to rest as change can be scary, especially knowing that Aemond will be in the crowd.

But tonight is not about him. It is about you. You step up onto the stage to cheers and whistles with your smile, showing off the brilliant white teeth.

“Hello, everyone, and thank you for coming. As many of you well know, my performances often have acts and today’s will have three. There will be a 10-minute intermission between them to refill at the bar or use the restrooms. Until then, let the music take hold.”

You pressed the earpiece back into your ear to make sure you could hear the opening notes before taking a breath. Then you sing.

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