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Wings of Salvation Chapter one

Graverunner rolled off the pile of mud and moss that constituted for his bed and lay back down on the cold hard mudstone floor under him. His cell was a cold, damp, and dirty dugout under some random Mudwing military camp. He could not even keep track of how much time he had been in the cell because the window was inside facing, so the only light he got was the dim flickering of the torches. The Mudwing soldier that was supposed to be standing guard for his cell was leaning against a wall and his spear in a deep sleep.

Graverunner groaned and rolled onto his feet and slowly started to get up. His joints cracked and popped as he stood up. He did a downwards stretch than a forwards one, his spine loosening up. He did his best to stretch his binded wings, but they were just as stiff as ever. “Ohhhh yeah! That is the spot!” Grave said as he scratched under his wing. He did his best to look at himself. He was already a pale Nightwing to begin with, but not seeing the outside in a very long time was starting to make him look borderline albino, if it wasn't for the mud covering him, he guessed he'd glow a pale gray. He curled his tail back in so it wasn't touching the back wall as the cell wasn’t small, actually it would be considered a bit large by some tribes, but Grave was a very large dragon. He stuck his snout out of the bars on the wooden door to shout at the Mudwing guard. “Hey man! Can I get some water in here?”

The guard startled hard. He instinctively reached for his spear before he remembered where he was. “Yeah yeah. One second.” He muttered as he slinked over to a well of water and dipped a large wooden pail into it. “I’ll get you food.” The Mudwing said as he slipped the bowl of water through the flap on the cell’s door. Grave took the bucket and started lapping up the water. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was until he started drinking, managing to empty the entire bucket by the time the guard came back with food. He slid it through the flap before going back to leaning on his spear.

Grave took the bowl of alligator slop the Mudwings seemed to like and took a sip. He retched at its horrible flavor but fought to keep it down. Once the lump of alligator slid down his throat he looked at the bowl and stared off into space. Every day it hit him that he was going to die here, in some unmarked prison without seeing the sun. He had been rejected an execution after he attempted to kill himself before getting caught. “Couldn’t even do that right…” he laughed darkly to himself. It wasn’t that it was a funny thought, but it was such a bleak reality that laughing was all he could do to keep from breaking down.

He put the slop down on the floor and rolled back into his bed. “I really am starting to lose my mind.” He said with a mix of a smile and scowl. There was just something in the back of his thoughts that he could feel was missing. He was not distressed or bothered by that. To him it was just a cold fact. Just as true as the moons smiling down at night, or the sun rising. “Or at least from what I remember.” He murmured. His brain had blurred the line between thought and speech ages ago.

Grave could not be sure when he dozed off, but he awoke when he felt something cold and sharp jab into his ribs. “So this is it huh?” He muttered, not opening his eyes, fearing he would just see a knife or spear sticking out of his chest. He felt a very strong claw grab him by his shoulder, and lift him roughly to his feet. “Very funny. Let's go.” A gruff male voice said with a slight grunt from the effort of lifting him. Grave let out a yelp of surprise and pain when something cracked. As he steadied himself he opened his eyes to see two Mudwing guards in his cell, the big one was still holding him and the younger one was holding a torch. The big one guided Graverunner out of the hall of cells he was in, and into another long hallway. They stopped in front of a room that was bigger than his cell but still small.

“You are wanted in there.” The big Mudwing points down the room. Grave nods and tentatively walks in. Inside there were eight guards and a dragon Graverunner did not expect to ever see after his sentencing. “Queen Moonhorn!” He exclaims in surprise as he drops into a deep bow, his head and neck on the floor.

Moonhorn scowls at him. “Graverunner” Her voice is low and poisonous. She adjusted her posture to make herself look as big and queenly as possible. She sighs, seemingly trying to choose her words wisely. “I did not plan on letting you out of that cell ever again, but here we are.”

Graverunner bowed again. “Are you going to change my verdict?” Part of him hoped he was about to be executed. He really did not want to rot, no matter how much he made it seemed like it didn't bother him.

The Moonhorn shook her head. “You must have a guardian angel. Because some dragon in the Talons of Peace wants you. why? That is beyond me, and I truthfully do not want to give you up, but I am not in a position to argue the order for official reassignment.” She had a pause where she took a few breaths before bringing her head down to make eye contact with Graverunner. “But know, just because I am letting you go does not mean you are forgiven. You were found guilty of espionage and spying, that is a penalty of death. If you come back here ever again, I will have you killed on sight. Do you understand?”

Grave nodded. He understood completely, he knew better than even Moonhorn. He was wondering why in the name of the moons the Talons would want some failed Nightwing agent. He could feel Moonhorn glaring at him waiting for a response. He lifted his head to make eye contact. “I understand and am glad to comply, your highness.”

Satisfied with his answer she lifted her head back up and relaxed into her stance. “There is a Talons agent waiting for you upstairs. You will be led to her and your custody will be given to her, and then you are free to go.” She spat out the last part, displeased with what she was having to do. Grave stands as the two Mudwings from earlier grab him and lead him upstairs.

A very pink and rather young Rainwing was sitting in the entrance to the mud cave with a scroll and quill clutched in her talons and a leather satchel hung around her neck. When they came up she brought the scroll to the Mudwing guards and each of them signed it. She gave the scroll to them and they unlocked his wing restraints then walked back down the hall they had come from. Grave let out a sigh of relief as he stretched his wings as far as he could before putting them into an actually comfortable position.

She turned to Graverunner and pulled her head back in shock and blinked. “By the moons! You look halfway dead! Have they been feeding you well? Have you washed yourself once?” She handed Grave a small mirror she had in her satchel.

Grave looked at himself again and suddenly noticed how skinny he was. His once muscular form was now scales covering his tendons and bones. Large gaps where there had been muscle were now nothing but stretched skin. He could see his ribs and most of his outer skeletal system clearly through his scales. “Oh, I do look bad.” He flinched every time he looked into the mirror. He touched his face and could feel how fragile and thin his scales had become, they were giving way and painfully cracking to just the small amounts of pressure he was giving. He let out an audible sob and went to cover his face, but had to put his bony talons back down when it hurt to touch his face. “What have they done to me?”

She gave a concerned look to Grave as he inspected himself. “We are going to stop by a river on our way to the Talons.” She took her mirror back as Grave gently handed it to her. “Oh, where are my manors? My name is Raspberry, but you can call me Razz. I am an agent for the Talons of Peace.”

“I assume you already know who I am, but for formalities sake I am Graverunner.” He tried to force a smile, but he was still trying to process all the emotions of being released and what had become of him. “Should we get going?”

Raspberry nodded and started walking out of the cave. Grave trailed behind and got the mouth and pushed the alligator skin drape they were using as an exit. He pushed it aside and walked outside for the first time in moons knows how long. He let out a scream of pain, closing his eyes and turning his head away from the sun as fast as he could. “It is so bright! Aggghhhhh!” He moaned. It felt like his eyes were being pushed inside his skull. Every sound was magnified tenfold, making things that he wouldn’t notice normally deafeningly loud. The rustling of leaves on the trees around them and bubbling water from the nearby stream were causing him a headache. His nose burned from all the smells he was experiencing.

Thirty heads turned to look at him, a mix of confusion and sympathy plastered on their faces. Raspberry stopped and frowned at him. “How long has it been since you have been outside?”

Grave was slowly opening his eyes, everything was a blurry silhouettes against the harsh light of the sun. His ears still rang from all the sounds, but they were starting to adjust and tune things out again. He shrugged a little and muttered. “Months at least, but I lost track of time a while ago.” As he continued to blink his color vision was starting to return, but his eyesight was still blurry. He could half make out her writing something down on a spare scroll.

Razz took a moment to let him adjust. “Just let me know when you are ready.” She gently said to Grave. He spent a few more moments doubled over before giving a claw up signal and raised his head. His eyes were still squinted and super dilated. “Are you sure?” She asked again. He took a couple of pained deep breaths before breathlessly gasping. “Yeah yeah. Let's go. I'm ok.”

Razz nodded. “There is a nice shallow river bend not far from here, we can get you washed up there.” She said as she started to take flight.

Grave took a moment to remember how to fly. Once it came back to him he spread his wings and pushed upwards with all his strength. He yelped and fell back down. A sudden sharp pain radiated all throughout his wings. Raspberry stopped and looked back at him. “Can you fly?”

Grave rubbed his wing joint and got back up. He grumbled. “Yes. Yes I can. That was just a test.” He pushed back into the air, he managed to hold himself in the air, but every wingbeat caused him to flinch in pain. Razz gave him an anxious look. “We can walk if you need. I do not want you falling apart on me. Just tell me and we can land.”

It wasn’t meant to be insulting when she asked that, but it poked Grave in the wrong spot for some reason. He was not a helpless dragonet. “Well ok, I am close, but still!”

He only realized that was said out loud when Raspberry looked at him funny. “Sorry, did you say something to me?”

Grave felt really stupid in that moment, everything was falling apart in him, and he couldn’t even keep it to himself. “No, sorry, just talkin’ to myself.” He whispered under his breath.

Razz shrugged and gestured for him to follow. She flew very low and slow over the muddy swamp, following the bends of the river beneath them. Grave flinched hard at the sharp pain every wingbeat brought him. He tried his best to keep pushing speed to appear strong, but he secretly appreciated that Raspberry was going slow for him.

They flew in silence to the mouth of a canyon where the river did a lazy bend out of it. The crystal green water was a wide, slow moving and shallow ford. The red canyon walls jutted into the sky from nothing, making it look like the doors of a fortress. They landed on a small beach made of small rounded rocks. Grave splayed himself out onto his belly, the rocks beneath him were radiating a gentle heat. Razz landed next to him and snickred at the sight of him.

Grave slowly started to crawl his way to the water, only standing the bare minimum he needed to move. His front claws dipped into the water, ripples forming where his knuckles protruded. The water was cold, but not uncomfortably so. He slid more of himself into it, stretching as much as he could. He was submerged to his wings and spine. He reveled in how good it felt to be in the water again. A trail of mud was floating off behind him. He stood back up and let the water drip from him, taking layers of mud with it.

Raspberry waded in after him. She watched him rub his scales with his claws. He let out a slight grunt as he lowered himself back into the water. “So why did the talons want me anyway?”

They did not tell me, but I get the feeling they liked your resume.” She shrugged.

Graverunner splashed water on his back and wings, trying to clean them as best he could. “Ah yes, my skill set. A spy that was caught during the easiest mission in all of dragonkind. That sparks so much confidence in me.”

“I have seen some of your previous jobs. You have skills. Infiltrating the Skywings is no easy task.” She splashed some water on her face to cool down.

Grave rolled his eyes as he started wading back to the bank. “I guess. Yet There are better Nightwing agents floating around out there somewhere. We had quite the program going before the volcano. So why the one in prison?”

Razz rolled onto her back, doing her best to maintain eye contact with Grave. “I think you just answered the question. You were in prison. Easy to access and you do not have much of a choice.”

Grave sneered at her. “I can always go back to prison. That is a choice.”

“But would you?” She countered. Grave shook his head ‘no’ as he flattened himself on the warm rocks. “That is what I thought.”

“Be honest with me, was getting me your idea?” Grave rolled onto his back, having to avert his eyes from the sun. He was starting to worry a bit as his vision was still a bit blurry.

Razz lay down next to him and let out a sight of comfort, her scales turning a gentle aquamarine. “The decision to get you happened way above my head. I was just elected to be your handler, so like it or not, you are stuck with me.”

Grave rolled his eyes. He didn’t dislike Raspberry, but he couldn't help but feel like she was treating him like a small dragonet and he did not like that. “Not like I get a choice.”

She didn't respond, just made a small gesture that Graverunner could not decipher, so he let the subject drop. They sat there for a little bit, listening to the burbling of the water and wind sing through the canyon.

Razz was the first to stand up. She tapped Grave who was starting to doze off. “Alright, the tops will start to wonder where we are now. Let's get a move on, don’t want to get a lecture day one do you?”

Grave groaned and slowly rose to his feet. His scales felt better now that they had been cleaned off and dried. He spreads his wings and flaps them a couple of times to shake dirt and water off of them. “Alright. I am ready.”

Razz nodded and took off into the air, Grave flexed his legs and took a few uneasy wingbeats to get altitude before following.

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unicorncornflakes · 2 years ago

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As always, thank you very much Ammo. I also adore each of your comments :D They encourage me to keep writing seeing all the love my stories receive :DD

Yes, finally! I think it was about time that the two of them clarified what they feel for each other (I know it has taken a lot to get here, but it was necessary to make it so magnificent: D). I'm so glad you found such an intimate scene. It really is a point where there is no turning back. Both have already made it clear that it is what they want and what they want. They have seen that their lives are not fulfilling if they are not together and they have finally decided to be. I think it's a very sweet way to confess. I think it's an accumulation of many things that leads Aemond to confess, but the moment he sees her in that state of anxiety and has to take her to the hospital is the turning point (That Cregan also told him that was a call from attention, because I think he really thinks that in her mind there is only room for him, and perhaps it is true, but that Cregan confesses in that way when he is clear that in that meeting he tries to distance himself, it is one more aggravating factor) . That moment of despair while he is taking her to the hospital, is when in her head there is only an internal monologue of how he is going to end up killing her all for her pride, so I think it is the great turning point.

I'm so glad you liked the Smut scene (because I have to admit I'm so dumb at this stuff that I spent like two whole days writing it. I'm too bad at writing hot stuff so I'm glad you liked it). In the scene you can see how Aemond changes her dynamics completely from her, all for her, but we also see how he continues trying to maintain control, which is what he really likes. You can see a more intimate Aemond, which has nothing to do with what he normally is. he's not a romantic guy, but here he shows that he can be most vulnerable when he's with her, and only her. Don't worry, because I can tell you that there will be no regrets between either of us. They are already together, they have established how much they want and want each other and Aemond is not going to back down at any time. The anguish will come from other sources, from other relationships and from other situations. We have to keep reading to find out what will happen ;)

She has missed the Aemond that we are going to read about in the following chapters through a series of Flashbacks, we will see how deep her relationship was. Aemond is like that only and exclusively with her. As she always says, she was her little dragin when she was a little girl. The level of connection they had was exceptional and we'll see if now that they're involved in a relationship that's also loving, they get it back or not; D

The reader is not in love with Cregan. I think she likes him on many levels and senses, but her relationship stems from her need to feel loved. A friend of mine is always talking about how many relationships can be established in love, and Cregan would be a provider, while Aemond is a lover. They are very different, with both she establishes a loving relationship, but it is very different. She is in love with Aemond (The fact that her first boyfriend looked quite alike is proof of that :P).

Alys is going to be one of the fundamental pieces in the following chapters. It is true that in the previous chapter, Aemond discovered that it was her and in the next we will begin to see how there is a change in the relationship between them. And we'll see what happens and what happens, but Alys is one of the main agents for change.

Finally, tell you that I´m on this way only because I have all of you who encourage me to continue writing every day. And I feel super happy that you enjoy each chapter. It means a lot to me. Thank you so much. :D <3

Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 9

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

I want to apologize with this chapter. This week has been a terrible nightmare and I didn't have the time that I normally have. Thanks for all the waiting, I really hope you will like it :D

Word Count: 8K

"Fuck," Cregan moaned through his teeth. All of his fingers had dug into your skin with force, almost cutting off circulation. He held your hips as if his life depended on it. Sweaty and panting, he was right below you. He had indeed reached his climax. He had cumed after a couple of hip movements that you had made a short time after having placed you on top. His eyes were still closed, but he finally opened them a little and gave you a smile. “Fuck… you're too tight for me…” he slurred again and you laughed flirtatiously as he continued to hold on to your hips. You looked at him with half-closed eyes, in a sensual look that promised him much more, and he swallowed to end up resting his head between the cushions of that hotel room. He laughed again. And you laughed with him, but the truth was... it was the third fuck you'd had that afternoon and you still... you hadn't cumed. You had asked for the afternoon at work exclusively for this and, although Aemond had denied it saying that you had many coffees to serve him, Aegon had finally said that you could go, that he would talk to his brother. And so you had packed all your things and headed for the hotel room where Cregan was waiting for you. Everything had flowed well until you found yourself unable to let yourself go. You could only think of Aemond. Would he also covet your hips like that? Would he also end up with a smile on his face, as if it had been the best shag of his life? “I love you…” Cregan whispered, waking you from your musings. He looked at you with sincere eyes and full of joy, waiting for your reaction, while you continued on him. At that moment, you landed on your reality. You were with Cregan and he was confessing in the worst possible way. It wasn't what you needed at the time. It wasn't what you needed at all. His huge hand traveled from your hips to your face and caressed you. That hand was so big that he could encompass it without difficulty. He brought your face closer to his so he could kiss him. And you couldn't anymore. You didn't want him to love you. You just wanted to disconnect from everything. You couldn't answer 'And I love you too', because it was a lie, and you couldn't lie about something like that. You started to feel bad. Right at that moment you separated from him and got up to pretend that you were looking at some message on your mobile phone, which you had left on the nightstand, and Cregan seemed to be turned off by your attitude. You saw him sit on the bed with difficulty while he took off the condom and tied it in silence, almost regretting having confessed like that.

“Would you like to go to dinner? I have the whole afternoon free” you told him going back to bed, pretending you hadn't heard that confession. And he just threw the condom in a bad way into the trash can that was next to one of the nightstands. “Then we could go back and continue…”

"What you want. I'm going to take a shower” you saw him leave angrily and awkwardly, as if he was tired from all the fucking you had that afternoon. You followed him, worried. You didn't want to lose him either. You were being selfish, but you couldn't lose Cregan. He seemed to be the only one who cared about you. You saw him turn on the shower. “(Y/N), I haven't said 'I love you' to you in a way that I don't mean or in response to a good fuck. Really, I…” he started telling you, but you quickly cut him off.

"I don't like being told. That's all" you replied approaching him. "People say ‘I love you’ in a very easy way, but in the end it's not true" you told him seriously, while your arms went around his neck. He kissed you with feeling, your lips came together slowly and were even slower to separate. Your father had ever told you ‘I love you’, few, very few, and fewer were the times that he had shown it to you. Aemond had told you ‘I love you’, on many more occasions, before last summer, but when push came to shove, he hid feeling like a cornered monster. You hated being told that "I love you" thing. It was almost like a way for them to laugh in your face, to try to show something they didn't feel. I love you. I love you. I love you. But in the end there was no one to demonstrate that feeling.

"Really, I do" Cregan replied caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "And I don't know what kind of shit people you've met, but when I say it, it's because it's true" he replied and kissed you again. As you kissed him, you thought of Aemond. I wish that ‘I love you’ that he had said to you a couple of weeks ago, just before you left with Cregan, had been real. I wish it was. You had only said once in your life to someone ‘I love you’, and that had only been to Aemond.

“It's a pretty good proposition for lining the new models,” Daeron commented, as he looked at the plans on the table. Aegon was also in the same room, although he was only getting up to pour himself another whiskey. Aemond was at the head of the meeting table. However, he had paid little attention to this encounter with Cregan Stark. The northerner had made an appointment with them several weeks ago to sell them his new idea. The one-eyed man had put it off until it had been unavoidable. He had endured stoic absolutely the entire meeting. His head was not there. "What do you think, Aemond?" Daeron asked him, but he only took out a cigarette and put it to his lips. One could feel the tension in that room. He lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. He blew smoke, daring Cregan to go through with his proposal.

"I'm not interested" that was absolutely all he said. He hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't interested her in the least. He wasn't going to do business with that mangy wolf. That was all. He would not lose money. Aemond Targaryen never lost money.

"You haven't thought it through" Cregan stressed, trying to make his former boss think about his proposal. The Worg had left the company shortly after Aemond took over, but whenever he had made proposals as an outside consultant your uncle had accepted them with little reservation. That was before he touched his stuff…before he touched you. You hadn't spent that night in the Targaryen house. You'd just come back that Saturday morning smelling of the same cheap hotel gel Aemond could smell on Cregan's skin.

"Yes, I've thought about it all I had to," he replied, not looking at the incredulous faces on Aegon's and Daeron's. Cregan had always made them money and they didn't understand why he was saying something like that. Aemond took another silent drag, daring Cregan to speak further. He had already settled the matter, but he liked when they crawled in front of him. "I'm not interested"

"I guess we can think about it some more, huh?" suggested Aegon. He said it quite annoyed. The truth is that your father was comfortable in Cregan's presence. The old wolf seemed to make you happy. You spent a lot of time with him…it was the complete opposite of who he was. And he couldn't be more pleased. He didn't want you to end up with someone like himself, unable to take care of you.

"Is this all because I'm sleeping with (Y/N)?" asked Cregan bluntly. The northerner had your uncle as your true father figure. For the person who had cared for and protected you up to that moment. And he could understand why Aemond would worry that his little girl was now with someone so old, even that you were with someone. Cregan felt much the same way about his daughters, but that didn't cloud his judgment. As always, he misinterpreted the feelings that Aemond had towards you, because perhaps his way of interpreting them was the correct one, the natural one...

Aemond's jaw tightened for the first time in that encounter. At last a gesture other than indifference had appeared in that meeting with Cregan. Seeing him like this, a revelation appearance in Daeron´s mind. Indeed, it all had to do with you. The bathroom scene was beginning to make sense. Something had happened between you two, but he wasn't going to investigate it. He would never dare go against his brother. The only thing he was wondering was how it was possible that Aegon was so blind and that Aemond continued to have that attitude towards you.

“I don't know what bothers you about me being with her. I take care of her. I protect her…” he began reasoning “I love her. If her father isn't upset that she and I are together… “Did he love you? Who the hell did Cregan think he was? He didn't want you. He didn't love you half as much as Aemond did. And he did know how to take care of you and protect you. He had been doing it all your life. You were his everything, and now his everything spread her legs almost every night for Cregan…he had been an asshole…those words were stabbings into Aemond's heart…

“You are not together. I don't hear her address you as my boyfriend, or my partner,” Aemond shot back. Cregan was nobody to you in your uncle's way of seeing him.

"Because she doesn't want to, but for practical purposes…" Cregan tried to explain.

"...She sleeps with you because she's bored" Aemond completed the sentence as it suited him, because he knew it was true. Cregan was your nothing. He lifted one corner of his lip in a sneer as he watched Cregan look at him as if he was going to kill him with his stare. “That's all. She feels lonely and bored. She ends up in your bed because she has nothing better to do all day”he sentenced and took another puff, blowing smoke through his nose.

"You don't know her at all" For the first time, the Northerner had darkened his gaze, as if he was trying to glare at Aemond with his eyes. His sincere and cheerful look had become a reflection of the contempt he felt for the one-eyed man.

"The one who doesn't know her is you, Cregan" Aemond replied amused. He was willing to kill Cregan any way he could. “(Y/N) is a Targaryen. She's not going to end up with a Stark, or do you already imagine you taking her to the altar to end up divorced from her? I think your three ex-wives could prove me right…” he finished adding.

"Don't say another word, Targaryen," Cregan threatened, getting up from his chair, as if he had hit him where it hurt the most.

"Why?" Aemond faced. He didn't plan to lose that matchup.

"Aemond" Aegon tried to rebuke him, but his brother just looked at him as if he were a complete stranger, as if he was losing sight of him in this confrontation.

“Do you want your daughter to end up with someone who is the same age as you?” His brother answered with that excuse. Actually, the only thing that mattered to him is that the man you were with wasn't him.

“You don't need to humiliate me, Aemond. You are not interested in the project that I present to you. Good. I don't care about” Cregan replied “I'll sell it to the competition”

“With the simple gesture of making a phone call, I can end your career, Cregan. Don't tell me that you're going to sell it to the competition" Aemond scolded him, as if that wasn't with him, as if he hadn't said or done anything to piss off Cregan... he had threatened him, but Aemond could afford it. He could afford what he wanted.

"As your lawyer and adviser, I recommend that you think coldly" Daeron replied. 'And don't think with the tip of your dick' he wanted to add, but he kept quiet. He almost always remained silent. They saw Cregan storm out of there and Aegon approached his younger brother, hands in pockets and sorry he had to call his attention.

“I understand little, Aemond, but it is a good project. It's best if you say yes at (Y/N)'s birthday party,” Aegon told him, as if he was trying to convince him. And then Aemond looked at him as if he were trying to put him down. "I don't know what happened to you, but..."

"Is he coming to (Y/N)'s birthday party?" he asked annoyed and Aegon looked at him with an incredulous smile at his reaction.

"It's her partner, Aemond, even if you don't want to see it" his older brother replied "(Y / N) asked my permission to him come, and I think that if it makes him happy that's what we have to do.”

Aemond didn't answer, didn't even bother to look at his brother again. You, in his head, were just doing these things to make him jealous. Last year he had taken Alys to your birthday with the desire to distance himself from you. This year you were going to take Cregan to make him jealous. Aemond returned to manifest a feeling that he had not had in years: that of being screwed.

“For the seven. There are men who don't know how to be ashamed” in a scene very similar to the one she had experienced years before, Alicent was with her middle son, watching a happy couple, but she didn't like it. She had the same disapproving look when she looked at Cregan that she had when he looked at your mother at her birthday party twenty years ago.

Aemond, just behind her, sipped his wine in silence, just as he had done so many years ago. They both thought in silence how to solve that situation, but both for very different reasons: Alicent was doing it for your good, for decorum, you... you had to find a good boy your age... Aemond did it because he wanted you, because if someone deserved to be sitting next to you while one of his hands caressed your knee and his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, it was him, he was the one who deserved such a reward... not the mangy Cregan, as he was just now. He laughed like an asshole at some bad joke Jace made and you returned his caresses by intertwining his fingers with yours.

They were all around the garden table, where they had dined together to celebrate your birthday, but Alicent and Aemond had been the first to get up, while the others were still there, celebrating, drinking and laughing...

"This can't end well" Alicent said as she watched as Cregan kissed you on the neck and you laughed in front of everyone. “The faith of the seven teaches us…” Alicent continued to speak, but Aemond only watched her in silence. You were wearing the black dress he had bought you, your lips were painted his red lipstick, you almost looked like you were made for Aemond that day, and yet you were going to end up in the bed of Cregan's cheap hotel room… He had taken Alys the year before, you this one to Cregan. You were hitting him where it hurt the most and he didn't know what to do to get you back again...

You ended up opening presents, like every birthday. The gifts at your father's house had always been better than those at your mother's. They had always tried to make up for the absence of the year with lavish and enormous gifts, which had made you excited as a child, but which over time had only seemed ridiculous to you. Your Uncle Daeron had given you a new cell phone. Helaena and Jace some very expensive headphones that you were going to return along with your mobile phone and buy yourself a graphics tablet to draw... your grandmother had followed her line and bought you a discreet sweater so you wouldn't be cold in winter. You smiled at her and thanked her, it was almost the best gift of all… until Cregan arrived. He had given you a rather modest box of charcoals that he told you could use at Sunspear School of the Arts, and you thought you would burst into tears of happiness. You felt for a single moment that Cregan was the one…he was too sweet and chivalrous. However, all that happiness and stupid smile wiped from your face when you opened your father's gift.

“Come on, open it, open it. I think you'll love it.” Aegon smiled as he handed you a huge box. Coming from your father and knowing how little he knew you, you expected anything. You opened the wrapping paper and took the lid off the box. "And good? Do you like it?" Your father asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck almost anxious to please you, and you just looked away as you closed the box again, almost with tears in your eyes. Aemond raised an eyebrow, sitting across from you, and Cregan knew nothing of what was happening to you.

"Alright. Thank you, dad” was all you said, but seeing the same bandolier bag that Aemond had given you a couple of years ago with only the heraldry of your mother's house, it broke your heart. You always said that you would change your last name that year, but it was one thing to say it and... quite another to see how your father gave you something like that with only the coat of arms of your mother's house. It was almost like an invitation for him not to feel like one of his family. He had excluded you without realizing it. You closed the box and put it to the side of the lawn chair where you were sitting.

"It's that I saw that you had the other one, very old and destroyed and you had removed our shield... so I thought that with everything you liked and used it, you needed a newer and better one" your father tried to explain to you happily and you just looked towards other side. With that stupid gesture that Aegon thought he had made to make you happy, he had only made you sadder by emphasizing an obvious fact: you weren't a Targaryen, not even in his eyes, and you never would be. "(Y/N), are you alright?" he asked you and Aemond rolled his eye in annoyance before you could even speak.

"Why the hell haven't you put the heraldry of our family?" he asked his older brother rather peevishly.

"Aemond, don't start, please," Helaena tried to say, as she rocked one of her children in her arms. They all looked like they were going to accuse him of the same thing. His obsession with her last name and his house.

"I have asked you a question, Aegon," Aemond replied. He was dying to give you the little box of that expensive jewelry. Inside was his gift, a symbol of love from him to you. You heard them start arguing, but you couldn't stop thinking about how your father had excluded you with such a foolish gesture like that. The rebellion you had in mind was one thing, another for your father to reaffirm an idea that you tried to maintain as crazy. However, at that moment, Cregan's phone rang, and from that moment on, while everyone was arguing, your life changed forever.

“I'll take the first flight. I won't be long in coming. Tell him I'll be there as soon as possible” you heard Cregan speaking on the phone. He had gone into your room looking for privacy. You entered silently and closed the door behind you, not wanting to disturb him. He looked at you at that moment and you knew something wasn't right “Yes. I will be there as soon as possible. Goodbye” he repeated again and hung up. His phone quickly ended up in his pants pocket.

"All good?" you asked coming closer and Cregan just sighed before speaking and pinching the point of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He seemed suddenly tired, as if he was overwhelmed by this situation. Actually, he would never have confessed to you, but he always felt that he had spent too much time in King's Landing, playing lovelorn children with you. He had a family and a responsibility, and that call had brought him back to his reality, in which you were barely a part.

"No. Not really” he sighed and moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling you in like that, as if he knew that this was going to be the last hug he gave you. "My eldest son, Rickon, fell off the stupid motorcycle that he insisted that we give him for his last birthday, so he broke his leg" he explained quite tired. At that moment, he saw a side of Cregan that you had never seen before, that of being a father, and you were more aware than ever of the age difference that separated you.

"I'm so sorry" you answered, while your hands began to caress his chest. You wanted to comfort him. It really was what you wanted seeing him really so tired.

"Thank you" he whispered defeated and exhausted. “I have… I have to go see him, (Y/N). I have to be with him."

“I understand and it's the best you can do” you told him, sounding sincere, and he really thanked you. He always would. He thought you were quite generous, but it was largely because you wished your father had done the same for you.

"I'm going to take the first flight to Winterfell... I´m sorry" he apologized, because he knew he was leaving you there alone, on the day of your birthday celebration with your paternal family. Alone and surrounded by dragons, each one more indifferent towards you.

"I could come with you" you told him automatically. You didn't want to stay there without Cregan's company, it could be that you weren't in love with him, but you needed him. He seemed to be the only one who cared about you. You could accompany him to his home, be with him and support him while his son recovered... you could go far away from everything that bound you to King's Landing. You were sure that if you walked away from Aemond, things with Cregan would flow even better. The prospect did not excite you, but it did give you hope that you would feel better.

“(Y/N)…” Cregan walked up to you and kissed your forehead, almost in a goodbye gesture. His hands grabbed your face and he gave you a sad but sincere smile. "I will be back. I promise you and things will go back to the way they are now... but... you're not ready to come with me" she tried to explain to you "Rickon is 19 years old... and I don't think he could accept me being with a girl his age" he swallowed, but finished smiling at you "I have to protect you from that" he tried to explain, while in his head he was trying to find a correct way to present his children as his... Well, Cregan didn't know how to define you. You had never put a label on what you had and he didn't think you were going to put it on now. You were nothing, and if you now proposed to accompany him, it was a good sign to Cregan that things were beginning to work out. However, for Cregan, unlike for your father, his children were his priority.

"I can protect myself from that, myself" you replied. It wouldn't take long for you to pack your suitcase, to follow him, to accompany him. You would help him with whatever was needed. However, Cregan knew that this was neither your place nor your responsibility, at least for the moment. He wasn't going to be so selfish as to drag you North with him and then keep you hidden from the rest of his family. It wasn't fair to you, and it wasn't fair to him.

"I promise you. I'll come back as soon as Rickon gets better” he told you, ending the conversation, kissing you sweetly on the lips. "I love you" he answered you at the end of the kiss, and you didn't answer. Because you weren't in love with him, because at that moment you were hurt, because at that moment… the only hope you had in King's Landing was running away from there.

You sat at the window of your room. All alone again and abandoned, you clutched your knees. Your head rested on them and, through the window, you watched in silence as Cregan got into the taxi that he had ordered a few minutes ago. You understood why he wanted to go alone, but... as always you were the one who suffered the consequences. You weren't in love with him, but you were trying. He was a good man, you have taken care of yourself and protected yourself all this time. He had offered you everything you had asked for. Perhaps, he didn't even want you to go with him as a measure to protect you from something you weren't prepared for... At least, he cared about his children... and that made you jealous when you compared him to your father. When had Aegon caught an emergency flight to see you? Whatever the situation? Never. That was all you could think of. Cregan had told you that everything would be the same when he returned, but even he didn't know when he would return, and you also understood that you were the last of his worries. You were nothing to anyone. You felt the tears come to your eyes and you buried your head between your legs in a terrible anxiety attack. You couldn't breathe and your throat ached from it. You thought that when you were there you only had a sore throat from crying. Never for laughing. You missed him. You missed that pain that caused you to laugh until you ran out of breath... you kept crying trying to silence your crying.

You felt how you grabbed your hair, how your hands were lost among the roots and you screamed in a devastating scream that must have been heard throughout the house. You didn't want to be there. You didn't want to continue carrying your father's last name... he had excluded you with that stupid gesture of the bandolier, but you couldn't take it anymore... you needed to escape from there... and yet, at that moment you couldn't think of anything else that you wanted to disappear from there… you were just alone… your heart raced, you felt palpitations, you thought you were going to die, and you felt another involuntary tug of your hands on your scalp… you were having an anxiety attack… you hit your back against the wall and all your body slipped, you fell to the ground and continued crying. There seemed to be no salvation for you anymore, what was it that you had done wrong to get to that situation?

You heard your father scream your name and then arms grabbed you as you continued to cry. You were no longer there. That anxiety crisis had left an empty shell... you heard voices... you heard how your father and Aemond argued... but you didn't understand a single word... you weren't there anymore... your chest and throat hurt. You couldn't breathe anymore...

"I just went up to her room and found her like this, I didn't want to..." Aegon followed Aemond as he carried you into his arms, ready to take you wherever you were need. He only cared about you. That was all that mattered to him. This was all his fault, or at least in part, but he would never accept it. Your grandmother followed close behind.

"I already knew that all this nonsense with that Stark was going to cause us problems" Alicent commented while Aemond ignored them all, carrying you easily towards his car. "I told you to control her, Aegon, that this was not going to end well..." his mother told him.

“I… this summer… I tried to do my best…” your father tried to explain, following his brother. At that moment, Aemond stopped. His shoulders tensed and he turned, still holding you, so he could look at his brother.

"Well, do us a favor and go back with your whores, or snort cocaine, or get drunk... we've done better in previous summers without you..." he snapped coldly, and Aegon froze, as if he didn't know what to answer. He felt his face turn pale. Aemond was right... you were better off without him... your father only knew how to be wrong...

Daeron and Helaena looked at Aemond as he walked out the door of the family home, ready to take you to the hospital, wherever it was needed to make you feel better. They knew the truth. Aemond had not only been cruel with those words towards your father, but he was also being selfish towards you. Now he wanted to seem like the hero of that whole story, when in reality he was just another of the culprits.

Aemond ended up driving in his car at top speed. He carried you in the passenger seat while you continued crying, almost out of breath, choking on your own tears. You were alone and he wanted to hug you. Whisper to you that everything would be fine, but he needed to take you to the hospital. You weren't okay. He was terrified that you would never be again. It reminded him of the anxiety attacks he had when he was young when he looked in the mirror after losing his eye... he only felt guilty, and his money paid the best specialists in those emergencies where he took you, in that very expensive hospital... his money was only used to pay for the attempts to mend all the damage he had done to you... he almost couldn't breathe now it was him... he felt a pressure in his chest. He couldn't think. The only thing that reigned in his mind was the fear of losing you... the fear of not having you... the doctors told him that you needed to rest and that they had given you some painkillers. Aemond almost felt cheated, was that all? Yes, he really was. For the doctors it was something that would have to be monitored, but it was nothing alarming... Aemond was destroying your life... your father was destroying your life... the Targaryens did it because they had impunity for it... and Aemond felt cheated, because nobody It seemed to slow down the monster inside him, almost seemed to encourage it... and he hated himself for all that he had made you suffer...

“I don't want to go home,” you whispered as Aemond drove in silence. He didn't even dare look at you. He just swallowed. He felt guilty. If you had reached that situation it was because of him.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked you frankly, honestly, with…concern. You had ended up in the psychiatric emergency room of the most expensive hospital in the city. The money that Aemond had worked so hard to get was now only serving to keep you in a sleepy but calm state. Aemond didn't know what the doctors had made you take, but they had made you calmer and more manageable. Tomorrow would be the hard day. He didn't want to face tomorrow. That anxiety attack you had suffered was proof that he did not want to lose you, that he could not lose you.

"I don't know, but don't take me home" you repeated, on the verge of tears. Your hands found hers as he kept her on the gear stick. That touch sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Actually, Aemond didn't need to talk about anything right now. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He was really anxious. He frowned, the scar aching. That only happened when he was stressed or really worried. Pain throbbed in his eye socket. He needed to get home, remove the patch and put on ice, drink something, or just stop thinking for a moment. Nevertheless. The first thing at that moment was you. So he stopped driving in the direction of the family home. He knew where he was going to take you.

You two ran across the lawn so as not to get wet. The sprinklers were on that night, and Aemond was leading you through the dark. He tried to run so as not to get wet, but it was impossible. He heard you laugh and his heart sped up. Your laugh sounded every time a sprinkler hit you. He ended up taking you in his arms and your arms went around his neck, while your face was cradled in his chest. You heard his heartbeat accelerated by your closeness, by your proximity, and you laughed sweetly. That was the place where you should be. This was definitely the place where you belonged. You breathed hard, filling your lungs with his scent. You did not know what they had given you at the hospital but you began to feel better, with a warm feeling in which the rest seemed not to matter.

He left you once you reached a bank and there he took off his huge jacket and put it around your shoulders and you hugged yourself half drugged to the warm sensation it produced. You liked it because it just smelled like him, because it belonged to him. He smiled when he saw you smile under his coat and stroked your chin, only to end up sitting next to you and lighting a cigarette with that characteristic click that Zippos have when opened. He took a drag and blew the smoke rapidly out of his mouth, in a rather nervous state for his liking. “I'd need smoke something much louder,” he commented with a half smile, and you resisted slightly, largely relieved that you weren't home. You looked around, quite disoriented, but finally recognized him. It was the park where he had taken you when you were his little dragon, when you were just a little girl who adored his uncle. All that adoration had now turned into an irrepressible desire that drove both of you upside down, that made you lose yourself on the fine line between moral and immoral, but then, in that park, you were just two lost people, but who they loved each other deeply. Each one in their own peculiar way, but love nonetheless.

“Do you remember that day I told you I wanted to break the world record for going high on that swing?” you told him pointing to one of the few swings that were in that park. You could tell that it was an elegant place, not very suitable for children, but that even so it had covered the needs that you had as a child in that regard. He looked at you with a half smile and then looked straight ahead, while you continued to stare at him, completely entranced.

"How could I forget it? I told you that we had fulfilled it when I went too far from pushing you and you fell. I remember telling you about it while he was tending your scraped knees. They had just called us to congratulate us" he laughed amused, remembering how happy he had been with you when you were a child, and that made him feel worse, how had he gotten to a situation like the one you were in? How had that been possible?

“I miss that time. You loved me ”you sighed resting your head on his shoulder, and Aemond sighed tiredly. He took another drag on his cigarette. You knew that he only smoked when he was feeling anxious, which led you to wonder if there was any time in those days when he was relaxed. This wasn't doing him any good, but he needed to talk to you, he needed to.

“I've always loved you unconditionally, (Y/N)” he breathed heavily after saying it, closing her eyes “And I need you…” he confessed “I need you the way you want… because I really want it equally …” he swallowed and you turned your sleepy head so you could look into his eyes. Your eyes met. Yours was of disbelief, his of acceptance. He couldn't lose you. He could never do it. His hand moved slowly to cup your face. Once he reached your face he drew you in a quick movement towards him and his lips met yours in an eager kiss. You didn't close your eyes. You couldn't believe what was happening after such a long day. You only contemplated him while he gave you a silent kiss. So, you finally closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by that endless kiss. That was for you to be home at last. Finally.

Aemond poured himself a whiskey in silence. He'd only had to make one phone call and the Hightowers' luxury hotel had the principal suite available for him and his date. No one had asked questions. No one had talked about how he would be billed for that night and that act. He had just arrived driving his Ferrari, he had left it at the door and you had gone up in the private elevator of the hotel. No one had seen you enter. No one knew who the Targaryen Industries CEO's girl was that night, but no one asked questions, it was better that way. The illuminated city greeted you that full moon night. The dim light of the moon entered through the window and illuminated the enormous room. Aemond stood with his glass in front of the bed.

You sat on the bed and looked at him. Your eyes were still sad. You must have looked terrible. That wrinkled short black dress, your disheveled hair, bare feet, and mascara smeared all over your cheeks… Yet to Aemond there was no more beautiful sight. You were completely broken, but so in need of him that he could die of happiness. That was how he liked you. He needed you to need him. He wanted you to love him. He loved that you loved him. However, his face didn't seem to harbor any emotion… he took a sip from his glass of whiskey while he watched you. His free hand in his pants pocket. He wasn't going to let you see the terrible erection that pressed against the fabric in an almost annoying way. You looked at him and tried to smile. You were sad, lost, upset... but, you had him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you uncrossed your legs, inviting him to come with you at once. You saw how his imperturbable face paled when he saw you slowly unfold your legs. You opened them laughing in a sweet but flirtatious way, almost like a whore who knew what Aemond wanted. All your pussy soaked just for him. Your uncle took another sip, though he only licked his lips. He had before him something that he wanted much more than that glass. You smiled biting his lower lip when you saw him moisten his lips without losing sight of what he really wanted...

He finished his drink in one gulp and set the glass down on the table where he had picked it up. "Take off your panties" he ordered, still not approaching you. He watched how you obeyed him with a feigned innocence, you slowly passed the wet cloth over your legs, letting them fall to the ground due to all the weight produced by the accumulated humidity that was now in it. You saw him smile pleased. "Good girl" he whispered to you as he moved closer to you. He caressed your lower lip and you looked at him with bright eyes as he continued to stand in front of you. Aemond grabbed your head, tugging at your hair with a smirk. You felt your whole body arouse with sheer anticipation, but you did nothing more than look at him with a smile on your lips. Your uncle pulled your hair again, as if he expected you to unbutton his pants, and you smiled at him proudly and pretty. You weren't going to kneel before him. You didn't mean to, not for a single moment. "I want you to suck me off" was all he whispered to you with a smile on his lips, and he pulled my hair once more, as if you hadn't known about his wishes from the beginning. Of course you knew what he wanted, you weren't stupid. You have never been stupid.

"What a pity! I don't feel like it today" you told him in a sensual and childish tone to which he only knew how to respond like a predator and squeeze your hair even more. You saw him clench his jaw in response as he breathed heavily. You saw how that lump rose before your refusal. It turned him on when you contradicted him, as if it were something to break or break. Aemond had to have everything under control. He had always been like that. "Get down on your knees" you told him daring and excited and he looked at you as if he didn't believe what he just heard... you saw him debate whether he should do it or not, but in the end he did it. His knees dropped with all his weight against the ground. Aemond was at your mercy... you laughed as you felt how his hands now coveted your hips. Without a word, one of your hands rested on your uncle's head while you slipped into bed, giving way to what now you wanted... his eye did not leave yours. Parted lips. Fascination on his face. You felt his hands moving up your dress to your hips. His breath against that soaked area made you emit a small moan... you removed the patch and the bluish prosthesis greeted you... you returned to caress his head with only your fingertips and he smiled delightedly...

Your uncle brought his face closer to your pussy and you smiled at him again. Aemond never ate anyone's cunt in those days. Perhaps when he was younger he had been quite good at it, but now he didn't do it to anyone. That would have been lowering himself, but with you he could do it, because you were special enough or he was crazy for you enough to do it. You were a Targaryen, just like him and that made him cross limits that he hadn't crossed for a long time. He kissed the inner side of your thighs, while his hands gripped your hips. His grip was strong, almost as if he thought you could escape at any moment, as if he really needed your body. Aemond didn't think he'd ever lost his head for anyone so much in his entire life. His lips kissed the soft skin of the inner face of your thighs again. He looked at you waiting for an answer and saw you with your back arched, a small moan escaped your lips, almost as if that brief contact of his lips with your skin was enough for you to reach the climax. He smiled to himself as he thought in wonder at the power he had over you. That was how he liked it. You might think you were the one in control, but you weren't. Aemond was always the one who held him like an iron leash, held tightly between his two hands. He kissed you again on the inside of your thighs and then again, and again... he played at making you want him, asking him to eat you. You had told him to kneel and he had but only to get to this moment. He kissed you again on Mount Venus, but his lips avoided contact with the area where you really wanted them. He saw you laugh. He liked the sound of your laughter, but he also saw how your eyes full of passion asked him to continue.

"Tell me what you want" he whispered to you, playing with you. His violet eye fixed on you. He stuck out his tongue ready to lick, but just as you brought your hips towards the target and he continued on the trajectory, he backed away with a mischievous grin.

"Aemond" you moaned at him, halfway between anger and excitement. Still smiling.

"You haven't told me what you want yet," he replied, rubbing his face on the inside of your thigh, his gaze still on you.

"Are you going to make me beg?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Your index finger stroked his chin and he smiled, almost victorious.

"It wouldn't be bad" he answered you while you felt how one of his hands released the grip of your hips. He put one of your legs over one of his shoulders to get better access to your cunt. One of his fingers slowly caressed the crack of your pussy and a shiver of pleasure ran through his body. All your skin stood up.

"Aemond" you moaned again, closing your eyes. He turned to smile and then his entire tongue ran up and down your pussy, savoring all the slippery juices that had gathered from that foreplay. Your eyes narrowed and your lips parted, emitting moans that guided Aemond in what you like or not. His lips and his tongue seemed made to eat that part of your body. One of the times when he stopped while you writhed, you saw how his entire chin lit up from the moisture that had adhered there. All coming from your body. But he wouldn't let go, you writhed but he seemed extremely hungry, enough to not take a breath. His lips surrounded your clitoris and he sucked, at that moment you felt even more pleasurable pressure build up in your stomach. One of his fingers entered you while he kissed, licked and sucked on your clit. "More" you asked him in a moan and he put another finger inside you, pressing that indicated and spongy place inside you. You almost thought you were dying while he looked at you arrogantly, satisfied with all he could do. You writhed with pleasure thanks to him. There came a point where you couldn't and you cumed all over his face while he continued to lick it almost clean and you lay back trying to catch your breath. That was how it had to be, you were finally together as you should be. Aemond then simply dropped his pants while you were a drenched mess in that black dress where your aroused nipples could be seen through the fabric. You trembled with pleasure, but you needed more, you both needed more. Your uncle positioned himself between your legs and gave himself a couple of quick pumps with his hand. The red tip greeted you, pre-cum dripping, in agonizing anticipation. He moved over you, resting his hands on the mattress, and then he kissed you. You could taste your flavor on his tongue.

Aemond entered you. His cock surrounded by the warmth of your pussy. Tight and soaked. His eyes closed and his teeth clenched in a muffled moan. He believed that he would cum soon. Your legs encircled his hips. Your eyes met and you laughed as he started to ram you into the mattress. Slow but strong. This was for Aemond to be home at last. Finally.

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