#flirtatious aegon

[chloe-petrichors]

seething, blooming // jace x reader

your father has always been something of an opportunist, but trying to marry you off to the blacks while he courts the greens? this is taking playing the game to a whole new level.

the rose discovers she is an instrument of war. —victor hugo.

fandom; house of the dragon pairing; jacaerys velaryon x f!tyrell!reader (no use of y/n) warnings; canon au (set after aegon takes the crown but before luke's death bc luke will never die in my eyes), altered timeline (jace and reader are in their 20s), arranged marriage, mention parental death/death in childbed (reader's mother), love at first sight vibes, jace is a flirtatious little shit with his betrothed, tooth rotting fluff, love confessions. word count; 6k+ notes; one day i might write for another man. but that day is not today. jace velaryon u have my heart. i'm not majorly pleased w this fic but it's given me enough trouble and it's as good as it's gonna get! this was longer originally, and was meant to be a bit more political at first hence the blurb/quote choice, but i haaated some of the scenes so ended up scrapping 'em. she's not as long as predicted as a result but still an ok length i think. some of the scenes i scrapped were tragically the smut ones, so have this fairly pg one-shot with the promise of the smut-shot sitting in my drafts coming ur way soon. fair warning that the scrapping of scenes has fudged with the pacing a bit but honestly i can't take this fic sitting in my drafts any longer so here u go!! i have a taglist now, mostly cos eldrith keeps telling me i have to tag her in everything, so lmk if you'd like to be added to it! requests; are open !

the rising sun paints highgarden in shades of pink and gold.

you stand upon your balcony, finger curled loosely over the pale marble as you stare distantly out over the rolling green fields and blooming gardens. the faint bubbling of the river mander in the distance adds to the peaceful morning, the early wash of sunlight coaxing the sleeping world into life. a cool breeze carries the sweet smell of roses and you take a steadying breath, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your face up to the sun.

it's a morning that starts like many others. you’ve always risen from bed early, the slow blooming of morning stirring you from slumber more often than not. birds chirp and bees buzz and the river flows and you rise with it, like part of you calls to the breaking dawn.

if not for the thick sheaf of parchment discarded on your father’s desk, it could be a morning like any other. but the parchment is there, and this day will be like no other before it.

today, a dragon is expected at highgarden.

a targaryen has not stepped foot in the reach since before you were born. you don’t think even the princess rhaenyra – queen, now, according to some – had come this far on her marriage tour years ago. but your father has taken it upon himself to invite a prince to your home.

you love your father deeply, but in this you think he must be a fool. as lord paramount of the reach he is, in theory, the power of this kingdom. but anyone with a lick of sense knows that it’s the hightowers that the people look to; oldtown is home to the starry sept, the citadel and, perhaps more importantly, the dowager queen’s family line.

the tyrells have only been in power for a few generations, and people’s memories are long. too many know the truth of how house tyrell had been only a steward when the gardener kings had ruled before the conquest. and so too many see tyrell as a house grasping for power that should be beyond their fingers, and your father is apparently determined to prove them all right.

he’s been careful about his neutrality as war threatens to break out between the targaryen kin, brother and sister both claiming their right to the throne and the realm splitting down the middle. your father has not officially allied with either side, walking a careful tightrope to appease both. up until now you had assumed he sided more with the greens, but he’d sent your assumptions crumbling with only a few sheets of parchment.

your father has always been too ambitious for his own good.

gods, how you miss your mother. when she’d been alive, she’d tempered the worst of your father’s foolishness. she’d been a stark before she’d married, steadfast and sensible in the face of your father’s folly. she’d been a woman unlike any other you’ve known; ferocious and a little wild, but with a good heart and a warm smile for any she’d met.

she’d taught you how to be a lady, but so much more than that – she’d taught you to know your own mind. to know when to mind your tongue and when to speak, how to grow your roots so deep you will always stand tall, flourishing and growing like the most determined of flowers. she’d taught you a little of that northern ice, too, reminding you oft that for as much as you were a rose of highgarden you were equally a wolf of the north, and the wolf’s blood has always run thick in your veins. 

she’d called you her little winter rose; delicate and steely and a rare bloom, indeed. she had loved you so fiercely you’d flourished with her tender care, just as the patch of winter roses she’d brought from the glass gardens of winterfell had bloomed ‘neath her careful ministrations. a piece of the north she’d brought south with her, a tiny bit of her home that she’d cradled and cared for until the day you’d lost her to the birthing bed.

your little brother is nearing six, now, and many moons have passed since the sudden grief of your mother had overwhelmed you. but, in recent days you have ached with her loss more often, wondering what she would think of your father’s plans, what she would say to soothe your storm of anxiety. with your looming marriage you find yourself missing your mother acutely, the grief a reopened wound in your chest.

because you are a betrothed woman, now, to be married to a stranger, a prince who is sure to be fighting a war against his kin in the moons to come.

the velaryon prince arrives on dragon back as the sun reaches its peak in the sky.

he dismounts his winged steed in an empty stretch of land a distance from the keep itself, and your father greets him there with a host of staff to accompany him back to the entrance courtyard.

your brother leo bounces in place beside you where you stand with the rest of the household in the courtyard, fairly vibrating with energy at the prospect of seeing a real-life dragon. since the news of the prince’s arrival was announced a sennight ago, leo has done little else but babble about dragons and magic and targaryens. you wish you could share his excitement, his sheer uncomplicated joy, but this visit comes with too many conflicting emotions for you to enjoy it at all.

you’ve always known you would not marry for love. you are the eldest child and only daughter of the lord of the reach – love has never been a factor you could afford to consider. you would do your duty and marry for your house, to seal whatever alliance your father deemed important enough. you’d resigned yourself to this fate as a young girl when your mother had told you in slow, halting words the fear she had felt coming south to marry your father.

but you’d not expected to marry a total stranger. you’d thought your father would at least do you the courtesy of allowing you to meet a suitor before betrothing you to them, but in his feverish ambition to sit his blood on the iron throne he’d promised you to a man you’ve never laid eyes upon.

you don’t want to be queen.

frankly, you think yourself a touch unsuited for it. your father has many times bemoaned your wildness, the wolfs blood that drives you to stubborn recklessness. though you’ve mellowed a little with age and experience, you think you’re still a bit too prone to chaos to be queen of the seven kingdoms one day. never mind the complexities added by the fact that queen rhaenyra’s claim is so fiercely contested, and her half-brother is the one currently physically sitting the iron throne.

thinking about the mess you’re marrying into too much makes your head ache, and the blazing noon sun does little to ease it. leo beside you continues to whisper rapidly about everything he knows about dragons, which is actually quite a lot considering his young age. you think absently you might need to have a word with the maester’s again; leo has wrapped most of the household around his finger, and the elderly maester is prone to indulging your brother when he fixates on a new topic of interest instead of sticking to his lessons.

the sound of hooves on cobble stones startles you from your meandering thoughts, and you straighten your spine as your eyes take in the unfamiliar man riding into the courtyard beside your father while your brother finally falls silent.

he’s handsome, at least; a tumble of dark curls brushing his shoulders, a sharp jaw and a strong nose. though you like to think yourself more than superficial, it eases at least some of your worries to know the prince is attractive to you. your mother had done you the courtesy of explaining what was expected of you on your wedding night after your first moons blood, and in secret since you’d perused the library for books detailing more lustful acts in an effort to satiate your unending curiosity.

you’re worried enough about completing your wifely duties without having to worry about finding the man lying with you repulsive, and so you allow yourself a few moments of relief at his pretty face.

your father dismounts first, gesturing for you to step forward as the prince gets down from his own horse. leo moves forward with you, eyes wide and shining with something akin to hero worship as he gazes at jacaerys. you have a wry thought that perhaps he should marry him since he is so clearly already enamoured, but you brush that aside as your father and the prince approach.

“i am most pleased to introduce my daughter, your grace, as well as my son and heir, leo,” your father says as they reach you, his satisfaction in his successful planning clear as he smiles smugly.

you dip into a perfect curtsey as leo bows a touch clumsily at your side. as heir it would traditionally be leo’s job to greet the prince, but when you send him a sidelong glance you see he is too busy making moon eyes at the darkhaired man to say anything, and so you take it upon yourself to speak.

“welcome to highgarden, my prince. we are honoured to host you,” you greet, finally meeting jacaerys’s eyes. they’re a warm amber shade, the noon sun turning them to liquid honey as he looks at you, and you feel your cheeks flush with the appreciation you can see in his gaze as he drinks you in. it seems he does not find you repulsive either, at least.

he sketches a quick bow, eyes never leaving yours, and you feel your heart start to race in your chest at his attention. “it is an honour to be here, my lady, and to finally make your acquaintance.” he smiles at you then, small and a little crooked but there, and your flush deepens. “i look forward to getting to know you better in the coming days.”

you swallow, hoping your budding attraction is not as obvious as you fear it is. your father is looking increasingly smug as he watches the interaction, though it seems to war with some paternal annoyance as jacaerys lightly flirts with you.

“and i you,” you return softly, a smile quirking on your lips.

“—can i meet your dragon?” leo bursts out, seemingly unable to contain himself any longer, and jacaerys blinks down at him in surprise as you resist the urge to press your palm to your face.

“leo,” you scold immediately as your father chortles at his heir’s enthusiasm for dragons. “the prince has had a long journey. you should give him a chance to settle in before demanding anything of him.”

“right you are, my dear.” your father waves to the household steward before turning to the prince. “alyn will show you to your rooms, your grace, so that you might freshen up, and then we have a feast prepared for this evening to welcome you to highgarden.”

jacaerys nods easily as the greeting crowd begins to disperse, the maester corralling leo to take him for his lessons with fond exasperation even as the boy loudly protests. you mean to go walk the gardens, and so you stay standing in place as the prince trails after your father and steward alyn.

he pauses beside you, though, a slight smile on his face as you look up at him questioningly. your eyes catch on the smattering of freckles on his face, and it takes a moment for you to process his words. “i look forward to speaking to you further at the feast, my lady.”

you smile back at him, cheeks flushing once again as his eyes linger on your mouth for a breathless moment. “i shall save you a dance, my prince,” you return a touch coyly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“only one dance?” he teases, eyebrow arching.

you hum, head tilting to the side in mock consideration as something like satisfaction gleams in jacaerys’s eyes. “i shall have to use the first dance to judge your dancing skills, your grace, before i risk promising you another.”

he laughs then, a little surprised but no doubt pleased as his eyes crinkle with his wide smile. “then i shall do my best to meet your standards, my lady.” he dips into a quick bow of farewell, then, as you finally take note of your father lingering on the steps to the keep with raised eyebrows.

“we shall see,” you return as you curtsey.

you allow yourself a moment to watch his retreating back, eyes dragging over the strong line of his shoulders before you internally shake yourself and head to the gardens, thoughts swimming with honey brown eyes and tanned, freckled skin and a slow dawning certainty that while this betrothal may be unexpected, you doubt it will leave you unsatisfied.

the feast is in full swing by the time the prince arrives at the hall.

the minstrels are playing a jaunty tune as couples twirl on the dance floor. you sit at the head table with leo and your father, watching with a careful eye as your brother cuts up his food. he’s only just mastered the art of eating his food without spilling half if it down his doublet, but as distracted as he is by the festivities and the prospect of seeing a dragon close up, you worry he’s at risk of making a mess of himself regardless.

so absorbed in your task you are, it takes a long moment for you to realise jacaerys has arrived. it’s only when your skin prickles with awareness that you look up from leo and catch sight of the prince winding his way across the floor to the head table, eyes fixed on you. your head tilts to the side slightly as you watch him move, graceful and controlled, through the crowd.

he’s in black and red again, just as he had been when he’d arrived. it seems your father had been right when he’d stated that jacaerys favours his mother’s house colours. you smooth your hand over the skirts of your dress, the deep wine-red of the material feeling less out of place now, before standing with your father to greet the prince.

you all exchange pleasantries quickly as the noise in the hall dims, people realising the prince has arrived. your father ushers jacaerys into the empty seat between you and your father as he raises his goblet to the hall before speaking in his booming voice.

you don’t pay attention to your father’s speech, too aware of the warmth radiating from jacaerys who stands only inches from you to focus. you risk a glance at him from the corner of your eyes only to find his dark honey eyes fixed on you, and you cannot help but smile to yourself even as you flush, turning your eyes back to the crowd.

rousing applause and cheers draw you back to the moment, and you catch yourself in time to raise your wine in toast with your father. you go to sit back down as the crowd returns to its revelries, but the soft brush of a hand on your arm halts your movement. you turn expectingly to the prince, a soft smile on your lips.

“yes, your grace?”

“would you do me the honour of a dance, my lady?”

your lips quirk into a sly smile even as you bob your head in a nod. “i suppose i did promise you one, did i not?”

“that you did, my lady, and i have thought of nothing else since.” dark honey eyes sparkle with mirth as he offers you his hand, and with a quiet giggle you take it and allow him to lead you to the dance floor.

you feel the heat of his hand on your waist like a brand even through the layers of your dress, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. you inhale deeply in an effort to steady yourself as you rest your palm on his strong shoulder, and are immediately overwhelmed by the woodsy scent of him as he claps your hand in his and begins to dance.

you start the dance in comfortable silence, both of you taking a few moments to get a feel for the other and settle into the steps, and when you feel comfortable enough you speak.

“how are you finding highgarden, prince jacaerys?”

“jace, please,” he entreats, and elaborates only when you blink at him in confusion. “my friends and family call me jace, not jacaerys. we are to be married, my lady. it would please me a great deal for my future wife to refer to me as such.”

you nod in acceptance, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his eager expression. “jace it is, then,” you say, and try not to feel the way your heart flutters at his radiant smile in response. “although you have not answered my question. how are you finding highgarden?”

he hums, twirling you as the dance requires and then pulling you closer before responding. “your father has been very hospitable, and it is certainly beautiful here. the grounds especially, though i’m afraid i’ve not had the opportunity to see much of them as yet.”

“a shame we shall have to rectify, i think.” you offer him a small smile as you press just an inch closer, finding yourself wanting to be nearer him. “perhaps i could show you the gardens on the morrow?”

“yes,” he agrees a touch too quickly, and you giggle as his cheeks turn pink. “that is to say— i should like that very much, my lady. very much indeed.”

you lapse into silence once more as the dance reaches its crescendo, and you find yourself reluctant to leave the comfort of his hands as the music pauses while the minstrels ready their next song.

jace seems to share the sentiment, it seems, as his eyes linger on your entwined hands for a long moment before returning to your face. “have i met your standards enough for another dance, then?”

you take a moment to pretend to consider it, eyes narrowing slightly as you hum. he shuffles on his feet as he waits for your response, and you find the nervous motion far too endearing.

“i suppose so,” you concede after a moment, grinning at his smugly pleased smile as he tugs you closer.

“and what about the dance after that?” he asks lightly, something cheeky in his eyes as the music starts up again and he sweeps you along the floor.

“you should not press your luck, jace,” you say imperiously, although the effect is rather ruined by the silly smile on your face as he laughs with you.

jacaerys smirks. “my lady, since meeting you, i have felt nothing but a lucky man.”

you smother a snort, shaking your head at his unrepentant expression. “you are incorrigible.” it comes out a touch exasperated and yet far too fond.

“yes,” the prince agrees readily, a sly twinkle in his eyes. “but i think you rather enjoy it.”

your startled laugh is loud, though thankfully not so loud as to be heard over the minstrels. “perhaps.”

after that, the night is lost to flirtatious banter and dance after dance in your betrothed’s arms as a seed of affection is planted deep in your heart. and when you wake in the morning after dreaming of nothing but jace’s lips and eyes and words, you can think only one thought;

gods, i am in so much trouble.

time passes in a slow trickle of syrupy summer heat.

as the days go by, you find yourself spending more and more time in jace’s company. you’re always chaperoned, of course, a household guard following at a respectful distance wherever the two of you choose to roam. you find the whole thing a touch ridiculous; jace is to be your husband. it’s hardly like spending time together alone would be a significant scandal in light of your impending marriage, but your father insists there will be no doubts about your honour before the marriage actually takes place and so ser dickon is assigned as your reluctant shadow.

the date of the wedding itself remains unset as you and jace start to know one another. your father wishes for the marriage to wait until the war is done – a last-ditch chance to keep his options open, perhaps. Or, if you are feeling generous, a way to try and keep you safe from the greens when war inevitably rages. jace’s mother wishes the marriage to happen as soon as can be arranged – a way to try and ensure further heirs with the uncertainty of war looming, you assume.

you find yourself hoping the queen’s will wins the day as time creeps on. jace becomes ever dearer to you the more you learn about him, and soon you think of your impending marriage with nothing but hope and warm desire.

because oh, how you want him. from the first moment you’d laid eyes upon him you’d been attracted to him, but the more you get to know him, the more your heart opens to him – the more you ache for him. for his mouth on yours, his fingertips on your skin, his voice in your ear. if you were a less reckless woman, a little less shameless, you’d be embarrassed of how easily you think of him in your moments apart.

but late at night when the candles burn low and you are alone in your bed, there is no shame to be found, only the wildness of your wolfs blood and liquid heat as your hand drifts between your legs and you find completion with your betrothed’s name on your lips.

beyond the desire, though, is a slow blooming affection. it feels like every time you learn something new about him or share a new experience together, another petal of tenderness unfurls in your chest. when your father had first told you about your betrothal, you’d not dared to hope for more than civility with your husband-to-be, but now you find yourself harbouring deep fondness on top of steadily burning desire, and you look to your future as his wife with little else but excitement.

you’re not sure if jace feels the same. you don’t doubt he desires you; his flirtation and the weight of his gaze on your form is too frequent a thing for you to think otherwise. but desire is not the same as affection, and though you hope desperately that the way he always seeks your presence whenever he steps into a room means what you want it to mean, you can’t be sure.

after a week passes, you both start to chafe at the relentless presence of ser dickon. it feels like every time you so much as think about inching closer to jacaerys, ser dickon is there with his stern glare of disapproval. and so, when one morning jace suggests taking you to meet his dragon, alone, you are quick to agree.

you leave your guard long behind at jace’s instruction; he doesn’t want vermax crowded with strangers, he explains, but you personally think he seems a little too gleeful at the idea of being alone with you for that to be sole reason behind his insistence ser dickon stays far away. you don’t say anything since you’re equally pleased to finally be spending some time with your betrothed without feeling others curious eyes on you.

your excitement starts to waver, however, as you and jace get closer to his dragon. you’ve only seen vermax from a distance before this, and though it perhaps shouldn’t the size of him startles you. he’s just so large and fierce looking, the sharp spines on his back catching your eye. the beast yawns as you slow to a stop, jace sending you a quick smile before he continues on to greet his dragon with fondness, and the glimpse into vermax’s open maw – gods, there as so many teeth – has your palms starting to sweat.

jace stands beside his dragon, murmuring soothing words in high valyrian that you don’t understand as his hand smooths along his snout. your heart races in your chest, nerves making your hands shake when faced with this great beast. you curse your reckless curiosity, your northern stubbornness that makes it impossible for you to refuse a challenge. you have no idea how jace can look so at ease, the line of his shoulders relaxed and the slightest smile on his face as he talks to his winged steed, but there he stands.

“you can come closer now.” he turns to you, brown eyes shining with excitement and, yes, a hint of challenge.

he expects you to back out, you think, and that realisation has you straightening your spine and pressing your lips together. you twist your fingers in your skirts to hide the way they tremble as you step cautiously forward, eyes darting from jace to vermax and back. when you’re within touching distance of the velaryon prince, he reaches for your hand. the shock of his bare skin against yours arrests you for a moment, the slide of calloused fingers around your wrist startling in how easily it sparks desire in you.

you’re so distracted by the feel of him that you don’t realise until it’s too late that jace has tugged you closer, guiding your hand until it’s pressed to vermax’s scales, and then you’re too busy being surprised by how soft they feel to be annoyed that he’s so easily coaxed you into this position.

you still as the dragon rumbles, swallowing thickly as your fingers twitch against green scales. he blinks lazily at you, an alien intellect gleaming there as he seems to consider you for a long moment, and as you blink back at him some of the fear in your chest shakes loose.

because this is not just some beast, you realise. this is fire and blood and magic made flesh. there is life and intelligence in vermax’s eyes, not one you recognise but one you immediately respect. being this close to the dragon is a heady rush of awe and adrenaline; the knowledge that vermax could so easily harm you at any moment but is choosing not to because he trusts his rider. it’s staggering and wonderful and beside you jace is beaming, eyes shining with happiness at seeing you greet his draconic companion, and you are helplessly, hopelessly, wholly overwhelmed by your affection, your desire, by jace.

you kiss him.

it’s barely a kiss, more a breathless press of your mouth against his, and he startles at the sensation even as his arm loops around your waist. you break apart for the barest moment, nose sliding against his as you tilt your head, and jacaerys sighs out your name with heavy relief before he captures your mouth once more.

you’ve been kissed before, so you know the mechanics of it, but it’s never been like this. his lips move smoothly against yours as his hand flexes on your waist, drawing you closer until your chest is pressed against his. your hand tangles in his hair, fingers twisting in the soft curls and he moans with it, hand dragging up your back to cradle the back of your head tenderly as his tongue sweeps over your lips.

the gentle pressure of it has you gasping and he takes the opportunity immediately, tongue sliding against yours as heat pools in your core. your thoughts tumble wildly, incoherent as you can think of nothing but of how desperately you want more. the taste – the smell – the feel of him is drowning everything out that isn’t jace and you cannot resist it, do not even want to.

you want to kiss him forever, want his hand in your hair and his tongue in your mouth for always. you think he might even let you with how relentless he is, barely giving you a moments pause to catch your breath before consuming you in another desperate kiss.

you finally part only when vermax grumbles, cheeks blazing with heat as you step out of jace’s arms. jace murmurs lowly to his dragon in valyrian, and he nudges his great snout against jace’s shoulder in response before stepping away and curling down into the long grass to sleep. you take the moment to properly catch your breath again, hand pressing to your heaving chest in an effort to soothe your racing heart.

when you peek up at jace from beneath your lashes, you flush deeply at the sight of him. his curls are a mess, his lips swollen and cheeks pink beneath his tan. he looks almost debauched, and it sends a rush of desire through you. you suddenly can think of nothing other than him looking like this only flusher and skin glistening with sweat and in your bed.

the thought startles you into dropping your gaze to your feet, and you shuffle uncertainly. you feel – unsettled. you don’t think there’s anything wrong with sharing a kiss with your betrothed, and yet something like guilt curdles in your stomach as you worry at your bottom lip. you had kissed him. for all that he’d kissed you back, you worry that now he will think differently of you. think worse of you.

a knuckle tucks under your chin, then, lifting your face so that you meet jace’s eyes. you feel small and strangely vulnerable in the aftermath of your kiss, like you have somehow shown him something you never intended to, and the urge to shy away remains. but you are not a winter rose for nothing and so you tuck the doubt away as jace runs his thumb soothingly along the line of your jaw.

“i have been thinking of doing that since the moment you first smiled at me,” he confesses, a hint of shyness in the quirk of his lips even as he stares steadily into your eyes.

“oh.” you blink at him once in surprise, the uneasiness in you finally settling at the fondness in his gaze. “oh. that’s— good.” you curse yourself for your lack of wit in this moment as jace snickers.  “i-i mean, i’m glad that it was not… unwelcome.”

your betrothed looks at you with deep affection, then, cupping your cheek and ducking down to press a fleeting, butterfly-soft kiss to your mouth before reluctantly parting from you. “it was most welcome, my lady. most welcome, indeed.” his eyes sparkle with mirth. “i find myself looking forward to the next time you greet vermax, if this is the kind of response such a thing garners.”

“jace!” you narrow your eyes at him in pretend annoyance, even as you smother a giggle with your fingers. “you should not expect me to indulge in such desires again, then, if you persist in being so smug about it.”

his laugh warms you as the two of you fall into easy banter, leaving vermax to his rest and returning to the ever-watchful ser dickon, and all the while all you can think of is how much you cannot wait to kiss him again.

as the air cools with the dying light of day, you lead jace to the gardens.

in the week since your first kiss, jace has oft tugged you into shadowy corners for more kisses any chance he’s had. his desire for you is matched only by your own for him, and as your confidence in your mutual attraction has grown, you have been equally as likely to pull him into a dark alcove to trade sweet words and sweet kisses in secret.

it’s thrilling and exciting and wonderful, but as the week passes you find a growing doubt whispering in the back of your mind.

while you cannot doubt jace desires you, not when he is so relentless in chasing after your smiling mouth, neither of you breathe a word of any feeling between you beyond attraction. perhaps it is reckless of you, foolhardy to fall for him so quickly – but then you are your parent’s daughter, all wolfs blood and deep roots, and you know no other way of being than this.

so you take him to the gardens as the moon rises in the sky, sneak past the night guards and out into the fresh air. you guide him through the blooming flowers and swaying trees, stopping along the while when the fancy takes one of you to stop and examine an interesting bloom or inhale a sweet scent. at least three times he stops you to slot his mouth against yours, to swallow your breathless giggling with feverish kisses, and each time he does it takes longer and longer for you to disentangle yourselves from each other.

eventually, with swollen lips and mussed hair, the two of you reach the winter roses. your effervescent mood becomes sombre as the moon shines on the blue flowers, turning the petals almost silver, and jace seems to recognise the change in atmosphere, a seriousness overtaking him as he watches you approach the flowers.

“my mother planted the first of these roses,” you tell jace as you kneel at the edge of the flowerbed, uncaring of the risk of dirt on your dress as you brush fingers over the pale blue petals tenderly. “winter roses, they are, from the north. from winterfell. she was born a stark, you see, and when she was betrothed to my father the only thing she asked was to be able to bring a few blooms from the glass gardens. she used to call me her little winter rose when i was a child, and she would bring me here and show me how to tend to them.”

jace kneels beside you, glancing at the side of your face before turning to look curiously at the blue flowers. “they’re beautiful,” he tells you sincerely.

“i’ve always thought so, too,” you agree almost absently, stroking the petals in an effort to calm your racing heart. “everyone told my mother she’d never be able to get them to grow so far south. they’re very rare, you see, and need very particular conditions.” your lips quirk up into a fond smile. “but my mother, for all that she became a tyrell, was always a stark at heart. stubborn, you know. and now look at them, thriving.”

you gesture out at the carefully tended rows of roses. “nobody else comes here, now, other than the gardeners and me. i think… i think my father finds it too hard, being here. it makes him miss her too much. so i come here when i need to be alone. or when i wish to be reminded of her. it's the one place in the world where i feel i can be wholly myself, without any pretence or worry.”

jace’s gaze is fixed on you, now, eyes almost black in the faint moonlight as understanding dawns on him. “thank you for bringing me here.”

you nod once, climbing back to your feet, and jace follows you. he watches you so intently, like he’s afraid that you might disappear if he dares to look away. you feel a little like you might, feel tenuous and vulnerable and a breath away from cracking your chest open.

“i’ve never brought anyone else here,” you confess quietly, flexing your fingers with nerves as jace’s lips part in surprise. “i wished… i wished to share this with you. to share who i am, myself, with you, i suppose.” you laugh a little self-deprecatingly. “however pretentious that sounds.”

“it doesn’t,” jace denies immediately. you sense he wants to say more, but he seems to understand that you’re building to saying something yourself, and so he stays quiet, expression earnest and open and fond as he gazes down at you.

“i know it’s perhaps too soon – we have only known each other a few weeks. but i… when i first found out we were betrothed, i was so scared. i worried you would be some arrogant princeling, and i dared not hope for anything more than civility between us. i’ve always known i would not marry for love, but i did not ever consider i would marry a man i had never met.”

you pause for long enough to suck in a breath, feeling a little like the floodgates have opened and you simply can’t stop speaking, can’t stop the feeling pouring freely from you. “and then i met you, and you were so unlike anything i’d expected. i know we still have so much more to learn about each other, and i know that things are— complicated, with the war, and that our marriage may be a ways off yet, but still— i find myself feeling for you, and i cannot hide it anymore. i don’t wish to hide it from you anymore.”

you let the open affection in his face buoy you as you steel yourself, pressing your shoulders back in a mimicry of confidence. “i wanted to show you this part of me, this place, because i….” you hesitate for a breathless moment, biting your lip, before gathering every scrap of courage you possess and diving in headfirst. “i am falling in love with you, jacaerys.”

you inhale the sweet scent of the pale blue petals deeply, let the familiar scent soothe you as jace stares at you with wide eyes. the winter roses are something that, until now, have been so uniquely yours. as you’d told jace, none other than you and the gardeners comes to this corner of the gardens now. the staff that tend so carefully to the flowers know to leave you well enough alone if they stumble across you, skirts splayed on the ground and fingers diligently caring for the roses. you’ve never even brought your sweet little brother, though you can admit that’s for practicality as much as anything else – his childish energy is a bit too boisterous for these delicate blooms.

bringing jace here, bringing him here to confess the deepening affection you harbour for him, feels raw. feels like you’re tearing your heart out of your chest and offering it up to him for perusal, hands bloody and soul bare. feels like saying ‘this is all that i am and all that i have been and all i will ever be and i hope, i hope, i hope it’s enough.’

jace finally, finally speaks, sighs your name, soft and sweet and tender, and hope blooms in your chest.

“oh, my sweet lady,” he murmurs, crowding into your space as he cups your cheek, and the smell of woodsmoke and dragon and jace floods your senses. “i am falling so unbelievably in love with you. only, it does not feel so much like falling as it is like choosing it, like walking into love with you with my eyes wide open and seeing nothing but you.”

it's almost unbearable, the blazing heat of his gaze as he presses his forehead against yours, and it makes you tremble as your hands clutch as his elbows in an effort to ground yourself to this moment, to him. “our betrothal was decided for us without care or consideration for our own desires,” he says, lips brushing against your own with every whispered word. “i know that as well as you, but i need you to know that if i had the choice i would choose this. i would choose you, your stubborn heart, your fierce spirit, your gracious soul.”

his hand slides from your cheek to your hair, holds you so tenderly like you are something precious, and it steals your breath from your lungs as you revel in his unbridled affection. “i care not when we marry, if we marry, in truth, because in my heart you are already mine just as i am already yours.”

he kisses you, then, a desperate and greedy thing, as if he can no longer restrain himself from devouring you whole. and you are just as needy, hands fisting in his doublet as you press yourself against him and somehow finding yourself wishing to be closer still. the world narrows down to him and him only; his mouth, his hands, his hair. you can think of nothing else, and do not wish to, because in this moment you are wholly yourself and he is wholly himself and it’s enough, it’s wonderful and delicate and it’s enough.

and, there beneath the moonlight and amongst the winter roses, deep and enduring affection, the kind of love the bards sing songs about, takes root.

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[zaldritzosrose]

Make Me Want To Sin (Aegon x Betrothed!Reader)

Summary: He'd heard it so often, it must be true. "It's still innocent if our clothes stay on". And Aegon has every intention of living by that, especially with a betrothed as beautiful as you.

(Thank you to @lynnbeth5172 for sending me the most Aegon coded tweet ever!)

TW: She/Her pronouns, afab reader, dry humping, fingering, mentions of loss of virginity, innuendo, profanity, Aegon being himself.

Words: 1743

No beta because I like living on the edge!

Aegon counted himself lucky. Not only had his betrothed been chosen for him, but marriage had also never been something he’d sought out himself. But his mother had chosen someone beautiful. One of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, he’d wager, and Aegon had see a lot of women.

You were a lady of a Great House, as expected. His marriage was never going to be one of love and romance, Aegon knew that. He was a prince after all. Though romance wasn’t really his forte, he had to admit it.

Pleasure. That’s where his expertise lay, in his own opinion. And you were sweet and chaste. A follower of the Faith, nothing more could be expected from someone chosen for him by his mother. Of course, she’d want someone like that.

Aegon, however, found every excuse to tease and tempt you.

“Come now, my dear, I have heard it said time and time again,” Aegon cooed, his fingers linking with yours as you walked the gardens, “As long as we remain clothed, it is all innocent.”

This wasn’t the first time he’d tried this. Stolen kisses in secluded hallways were one thing, but you’d had it ingrained into you that you needed to remain pure for your wedding. Meaning, of course, no intimacy. But Aegon was determined. He knew, from the way you’d sigh his name whenever he’d touch you a little more intimately or kiss you a little harder, that you wished for it as much as he did.

But you were a far less sinful person than he was.

“And I have told you, it is tradition for a betrothed couple to wait until their wedding night.” You answered, not hiding the roll of your eyes.

Four months you had been betrothed and Aegon was insatiable. But never forceful. Something that had surprised you, based on the stories you’d heard. And maybe, that was what slowly broke your resolve. Not that he knew it was breaking.

Two week until your wedding, that was all that remained. But Aegon seemed even more impatient. You took it as a compliment, of course. Or at least, he would tell you that you should. That he was so hopelessly attracted to you that he couldn’t wait a moment longer to have you.

Each compliment, each lingering touch, each flirtatious whisper in your ear at dinner, was breaking down your wall more and more. And Aegon knew it.

When you didn’t chastise him for the way his hand now rested on your silk covered thigh at dinner, he knew he was getting closer to his goal. He wanted you to want him as he did you.

His fingers squeezed at your flesh ever so slightly, watching as the pink flush crept up your chest and higher to your cheeks. But you didn’t ask him to stop, as you usually did. Aegon took a little confidence in that, slowly drifting his hand higher until he stopped short of the apex of your thighs. Inches from where he wanted to be the most.

“Aegon…” you warned, and he simply flashed you that smile you had grown to love.

His hand remained where it was for the rest of the dinner, but he knew he could get a little further next time.

It was a week until your wedding now and your willpower was almost at its end. It seemed like now, everything Aegon did in your presence was arousing. And he could see it. How your eyes would linger on his hands when they held his wine cup, or on his lips when he spoke. He had you, almost.

Aegon was sat in the library with Aemond, though the younger prince was the only one reading. Aegon came here because you enjoyed it and spending time with you was what he enjoyed. The corner you had chosen was quiet and as Aemond wandered away in search of something else to read, Aegon saw his opportunity.

With a gentle pull, he tugged you from your chair to his lap, revelling in the small squeak of surprise you let out.

“Aemond could return any moment...” you whispered, trying desperately to ignore Aegon’s hand on your shin, trailing a path beneath the fabric of your gown.

Aegon only hummed in response. He couldn’t care less if Aemond returned, his only focus was you. Knowing he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon, you tried to return to your book. But the words were nonsense as Aegon’s hand dipped between your thighs, toying with the fabric of your smallclothes.

“Aegon, here? Really?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly as his fingertips dipped beneath the undergarment.

Again, you only got a hummed response, as Aegon’s lips found the sliver of exposed skin at your shoulder. As if on instinct, your head tilted, giving him more access to your body. You could feel him beneath you, the hard length of him pressing against your backside. You knew you shouldn’t, but it was getting more of a challenge to resist.

“Do I make you want to sin, my lady?” Aegon whispered, his voice taking on the low tone that always had you shivering.

His words sent a rush of heat down your spine, pooling between your legs. And you knew he could feel it, his fingers slipping your smallclothes aside.

“If our clothes stay on, it is innocent, that is what you said?” you asked, repeating the words he’d said time and time again.

Aegon grinned into your neck. He had you and the time he’d waited now was worth it.

“Yes, my sweet girl, that is how it works.” His voice was soft in your ear, but his words had you whimpering, combined with the slow movements of his fingers against your pearl.

Aegon wanted to feel you, just a little something to sate him before your wedding night. Something to tempt you, prepare you for what was to come.

His hand delved deeper, a single digit slipping between your folds now. The groan he let out as your heat enveloped his finger was near sinful. He’d pictured this, time and time again alone in his room. But nothing would compare to actually feeling you. The slick heat of your arousal that was already dripping onto his skin. His own cock pulsed against your backside, and he couldn’t help but grind his hips up into you. He needed more.

“Oh…Aegon..” your voice was like music to his ears. The library was quiet at this time, but he captured your lips and swallowed your moans. Just in case. He couldn’t afford to be caught now.

He sped up, slipping another finger inside and rolling his thumb against your pearl. Your head falling to his shoulder, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt a tight knot in your stomach. Aegon could feel it, you were so very close, and he wanted to see you come apart for him.

And it didn’t take long. He curled his fingers inside you, chewing on his lip as he felt your muscles clench and hold him inside. And only seconds later, the most delicious moan of his name fell from your lips, thighs closing around his wrist as you peaked.

“That’s it. You are so very beautiful when you come, my lady…” Aegon purred, slowing his movements until he stopped.

Your head rested against his shoulder, your breath coming out as pants as you came down from your high. You’d never felt anything quite like it, but the way Aegon’s hand continued to squeeze at your body, you knew he wasn’t done with you.

With practised moves, he maneuvered you to straddle him, bunching your gown just high enough to expose the flesh of your thighs. The new position sent a shot of pleasure up your spine and you instinctively rolled your hips against him.

“You are insatiable, my prince,” you mused, Aegon’s hands now rested on your waist, urging you to move again.

Aegon only chuckled, the feel of your body against his knocking all thoughts from his head. This was what he’d imagined, what he’d wanted. And now he had it, he didn’t know where to begin. Something about the way you looked at him now, chest still heaving ever so slightly. Skin flushed from your peak. You had never looked more beautiful.

“Still innocent…” he mumbled, bucking his hips up against you as he helped you roll your hips.

His lips found yours, hands slipping from your waist to your backside. You could tell by the way he held you tight, kiss messy and rough, that he was close to his own end. And you’d be damned if you didn’t please him as he had you.

You braced yourself against the back of the armchair, trying to keep your movements as fluid as possible. And the groans that left Aegon’s lips told you were doing something right. The feel of his cock pulsing and twitching under his breeches felt better than you could ever imagined. It wasn’t long before his grip became bruising, slamming his hips up into you, chasing the friction despite the clothing between you.

His face glistened a little from the exertion, hair sticking to his skin. Your lips found his jaw, as they had many times when your past kisses had got heated. But this time was different. Your teeth nipped his skin as the rut of his hips hit your core in just the right rhythm to have you peaking again.

“Yes, fuck…” Aegon was lost to pleasure now and feeling you peak again was enough to have him following with his own. With the last few ruts of his hips, his head fell back against the chair and his eyes closed.

Both of you sat quietly. You’d expected to feel ashamed, like you’d done something you shouldn’t have. And yet looking at your betrothed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from your kisses, you felt both satisfied and proud.

The silence was only broken when Aegon chuckled, a deep sound that had your head tilting in confusion.

“I knew I would tempt you,” he smiled, pulling you down for any other kiss.

You smiled into it, relishing the slight hiss he gave when your hips pushed down against his. Your thoughts wandering to exactly how your upcoming wedding night would be.

“You were right,” you whispered, lips brushing against his.

“You do make me want to sin.”

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[bumblesimagines]

Prayer

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader Summary: Alicent finds herself unable to escape her desire for a new face in court.

AHEM.

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Her long, forest-green gown dragged along the cold floor, picking up the dust-caked along the stones. Her hands remained curled around each other in front of her, her head held high as she approached her typical prayer area. Those in the sept bowed to her and scurried away once she passed them, for the last thing they wanted was to disrupt the Dowager Queen's prayer time. It reminded her of the loneliness that plagued her, looming over her like a dark storm cloud. She'd been a lonely child, a lonely mother, a lonely queen. Nobody truly understood her, nor did they bother trying. 

With a soft sigh, she carefully lowered herself down onto her knees and lit one of the many candles, careful not to get hot wax on herself or the sleeve of her gown. Alicent swallowed and spared a glance around her. Ser Criston and another knight stood by the entrance where she'd entered and two handmaidens lingered by them. Enough distance for her to speak of her sins without worry of rumors spreading. Alicent turned back to the candles and stared at the flames, her fingers lacing together. 

Alicent had many things to feel guilty about; her unsalvageable friendship with Rhaenyra, her crumbling relationship with her own children, the pain in which her husband had been in for much time before passing, the self-pity that filled her veins whenever she looked upon her daughter. She thought about it all constantly. But the thing that'd led her to seek out the Seven that day... had not been among the things she truly felt guilty about. Sure, there'd been a prickle of guilt, but primarily felt because of her husband who hadn't passed that long ago. 

Her eyes fluttered shut and she bowed her head, whispering her apologies into the quiet, chilly air filling the sept. She apologized to Rhaenyra for failing her, to her children for being thrusted into duty before they could mourn their father, and to Viserys for not being there in his final moments. But her voice faltered when she thought of him. Her fingers squeezed tightly around each other as heat enveloped her face and traveled down the rest of her body, making her itch for a quick return to the castle so she could plunge herself in a bath. 

The Small Council's newest Master of Ships: (Y/N) Roxton, younger brother to Jon Roxton the Bold. Alicent had been uneasy the day he'd arrived at King's Landing with his devilish eyes and smirky mouth but Aegon had been delighted with him when they met, cementing his spot amongst the council despite merely being a few years older than Aegon and by far the youngest council member they'd thus yet had. Alicent attempted to keep her worries in check but they soon soothed when (Y/N) proved to be rather well-mannered despite the bloody reputation he and his brother had garnered throughout the years, although his youth showed through his flirtatious nature. 

Alicent found the attention pleasing, surprisingly enough. Her father had deprived her of the chance of a love-filled marriage and King Viserys had hardly given her the attention she would've wanted from a husband as he only paid her attention to fulfil his own desires. She enjoyed the flirting, even if she dismissed him with shakes of her head or gentle scolding, but the smile that toyed on her lips only led him to continue. Dreams plagued her sleep and bitter jealousy began filling her veins whenever she noticed him flirting with someone else. 

Her eyes snapped open and she inhaled sharply, the heavy scent of smoke and incense filling her senses. Despite how badly she fought against the thoughts circulating her mind. She was a devoted woman of the Seven who ought to still be mourning her husband instead of thinking of such impurities. Alicent rose unsteadily to her feet and turned swiftly, retreating from the sept and toward the awaiting carriage. She refused to meet the eyes of her handmaidens as they returned to the castle and ignored Ser Criston's questioning stare when she entered the castle and moved down the halls until she stopped before the doors to his bedchambers. 

"(Y/N) and I will be discussing some pressing matters at hand, Ser Criston. I do not wish to be interrupted." She told her Sworn Shield. Ser Criston's lips pressed into a thin line, head bobbing in a small nod before he opened the door, letting her step inside before shutting it and standing guard outside. 

(Y/N) lifted his gaze from a letter in hand, nursing a cup of wine in the other. "Your Grace," His lips curled pleasantly. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" 

"I must... speak with you about... things."

"Things? There are many things we could speak of, Your Grace. You'll have to be more specific." (Y/N) grinned at her and a heat bubbled in her stomach. She cleared her throat and strode across the room, managing to keep her composure under his piercing stare. Her eyes slid around the tidy room, the only sign of mess coming in the form of a table with papers scattered across it. Plans for new ships and other things Alicent had little interest in. 

"I believe you know." She spoke gently once she stopped at his side, trailing her stare away from the papers and raising it to look at him. He huffed a quiet laugh and finished what was left of his wine, his lips darting out to swipe over his lips. (Y/N) raised his hand toward her face, calloused fingers brushing over the soft skin of her cheek. His knuckles bumped against her earring, fingers dipping slightly into her auburn hair and curling, palm pressed to her cheek. 

There was a sweet warmth to his touch that had Alicent leaning into his hand, relishing the idea of being touched so gently for the first time in a long while. Her eyes fluttered shut when his head leaned toward hers, their lips locking together and sending a jolt down her spine. Her hands raised, planting themselves against his chest and curling around the fabric to pull him closer. She sighed softly against the kiss, her parted lips giving him leeway to explore uncharted territory. Her skin flushed immediately, only pulling away to release a soft gasp and take in some air when he effortlessly raised her up and onto the table. 

She felt giddy again, pleased as she used to be back when she and Rhaenyra would spend every waking moment together. Her heart hammered in her chest, both nervous and thrilled. Finally, she could take matters into her own hands. Finally, she could choose who she wanted to be with without someone else deciding for her. Alicent gently pulled him back in, rolling her eyes at the snicker he released before pressing their lips together again. His fingers balled up the fabric of her skirt and tugged it upwards past her knees until it pooled at her lap. The cool air nipped at the exposed skin and Alicent resisted the instinct to tug the fabric back down, her mind drifting elsewhere when his hand grasped the flesh of her thighs and squeezed. 

"How long until someone requires our presence?" He murmured against her. 

"We have plenty of time."

So there Alicent remained in his bedchambers; Ser Criston stationed outside dismissing any maids and such who wished to enter for whatever reason.

Much time had passed, nearly a full hour, but there she remained, her long loose curls sticking to her glistening, sweat-covered skin. Her dress had long been abandoned on the floor by the bed, discarded rapidly before it could be torn to shreds. His arms were wrapped loosely around her waist, keeping her flush against his bare chest and pressed down on his lap. Her nails dug into his shoulder, her hazy mind attempting to catch up while her body recovered, her hips and sticky thighs aching.

She'd have to drink moon tea, the rational part of her realized, but she merely slumped against him.

A breathy squeak escaped her when he moved them, her back meeting the silk sheets beneath. He chuckled into her throat, teeth dragging lightly across her skin and making her shudder against him. (Y/N) leaned back with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm not finished with you yet, My Queen."

[idkyetxoxo]

Harwin Strong - A Whisper of Worth

Summary - During her brother's name day celebration, she escapes the court's gossip and encounters a charming Lord, sparking intense jealousy in Harwin. Following her to a secluded field, Harwin passionately asserts her worth deepening their bond beneath the stars.

Pairing - Harwin Strong x Targaryen reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2238

Masterlist for Harwin • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

I sat on a chair, a goblet of wine in my hand, surrounded by the ladies of the court who were eagerly sharing gossip and news, both real and imagined.

Their chatter was a relentless drone that seemed to sap every bit of my patience. I sipped the wine, but it felt like a poor remedy for the emptiness gnawing at me. 

The thought of the evening stretching endlessly before me made me wish I could vanish from this scene altogether.

Suddenly, I stood up, startling a few nearby courtiers. I plastered on a wide smile and excused myself, making my way outside where most of the men were occupied with various activities.

It was my brother Aegon's name day. Rhaenyra had cleverly evaded the festivities by feigning illness, despite our father's insistence on her presence. I regretted not doing the same.

As I aimlessly kicked a small pebble, a hand on my shoulder made me jump.

"Princess, I apologize. I did not mean to startle you," said a lord whose face I only vaguely recognized. I laughed lightly, placing a hand over my heart before waving off my surprise.

"It is quite alright, my lord. I was lost in thought," I replied. He smiled warmly at me, a young man with dark hair, piercing dark eyes, a slight tan, and an incredibly chiselled jaw.

"Arryn Blackwood, Princess," he introduced himself, placing a soft kiss on my hand.

I glanced around, my eyes briefly meeting my father's as he played with Aegon, then locking onto another pair of eyes, those of Harwin Strong, who watched me intently. I frowned slightly, shaking off the weight of his gaze and turning my attention back to Arryn.

"You seemed rather bored, Princess. Is something not to your liking?" Arryn asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"I had hoped my displeasure wasn't so apparent," I admitted, chuckling softly. Arryn laughed along with me, his charm easing some of my earlier irritation.

We continued to talk, his lightheartedness a welcome distraction. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, Harwin's eyes never straying far from me. He was undoubtedly jealous, though he tried to hide it. 

After all, he knew me better than anyone, and the sight of me engaging with another man was more than he could bear.

"Perhaps it is something I can remedy," Arryn shamelessly flirted, his voice dripping with charm. 

I contemplated shutting him down or playing along, deciding that the latter sounded far more entertaining. Besides, I thrilled at the sensation of jealousy emanating from the pair of eyes glued to us.

"You are quite bold, Lord Blackwood," I said, placing my hand briefly on his arm. He responded with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly taken aback by my unexpected reaction.

"I apologize, Princess. It is not often I am graced with the pleasure of speaking to such a beautiful lady," he said, his eyes sincere. A slight blush tinged my cheeks, and I smiled, enjoying the flattery.

"You are too kind," I replied, thanking him with a warm smile. 

We continued our playful banter, exchanging flirtatious comments and subtle touches. The courtly atmosphere seemed to fade away, replaced by the excitement of our interaction.

As our conversation flowed, my eyes drifted towards Harwin again. He stood rigid, clutching a dagger in his hand, his knuckles white from the pressure. The intensity of his gaze was palpable, a mixture of frustration and longing that only added to the thrill of the moment.

"Lord Blackwood, it has been a pleasure, but I must bid you farewell for now," I said, gently withdrawing my arm from his.

"The pleasure has been all mine, Princess. Until we meet again," Arryn said, bowing slightly as he kissed my hand once more.

I turned and walked towards the stables, feeling Harwin's eyes follow me the entire way. I mounted a horse with ease, casting a final glance back to see Harwin standing rigid, his expression a storm of emotions.

The ride provided a welcome escape. The wind in my hair and the open space around me offered a sense of freedom and exhilaration. I pushed my horse into a gallop, heading towards a large, empty field.

As I reached the field, I slowed my pace, letting the horse trot leisurely. 

The vast expanse of the field stretched out before me, a sea of green under the setting sun. I dismounted and walked a little way, feeling the soft grass under my feet and breathing in the fresh, crisp air.

Sitting down on the grass, I gazed up at the sky, watching the clouds drift lazily. The field, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, seemed like a world apart.

The sound of approaching hooves made me look behind myself. As expected, Harwin rode up and came to a stop next to me.

"Ser Harwin," I greeted nonchalantly.

"Princess," he replied, dismounting his horse with ease. He stood over me, his presence imposing.

"You seem angry," I said with a teasing smile, biting my lip. He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident.

"Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice tight. I smiled, leaning back on my elbows and stretching my legs out in front of me, savouring his reaction.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees beside me, and I gasped quietly. With effortless movements, he straddled me, his hands pushing my elbows back, forcing me to lay flat in the grass.

"Don't toy with men who aren't worth your time," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite the intensity of his words.

"Why not?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as he cupped my face in his hands.

"Because you are worth so much more," he said softly, his eyes locked onto mine. I smiled, a mix of defiance and anticipation.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with mine, exploring and claiming with a fervour that took my breath away. His hands threaded through my hair, holding me close as if he feared I might slip away.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and demanding. I responded with equal passion, my hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

Harwin pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "You drive me mad, you know that?" he murmured, his forehead resting against mine.

"Good," I replied with a mischievous grin, my fingers tracing the contours of his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're insufferable," he said, but there was a softness in his eyes that belied his words.

"And yet, here you are," I pointed out, my voice teasing.

"Indeed," he said, his tone turning serious. "Because no matter how much you frustrate me, I can not will myself to stay away from you."

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions, desire, affection, and a deep-seated connection that words couldn't fully capture. 

"Then don't," I whispered, my voice full of invitation and promise.

He kissed me again, slower this time, savouring the moment. As his lips moved against mine, I felt a sense of certainty settle over me. 

He began removing his clothing slowly, a tantalizingly deliberate pace that made my pulse quicken. His eyes never left mine, a smile playing on his lips as each garment fell away. The sight of his bare skin caused a warm flush to spread across my cheeks.

His hands moved to untie the laces of my dress next. He gently peeled away the layers, the cool air of the empty field brushing against my exposed skin.

"So this is what I'm worth?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and teasing challenge as he laid me back onto the soft grass. His fingers trailed down my body, sending shivers through me as they tickled my skin.

"No," he replied, parting my legs with an ease that left me breathless. I lifted my head in confusion, my gaze searching his for an explanation.

"Your worth isn't imaginable, Princess," he said, his voice a husky whisper. His fingers teased my entrance, eliciting a gasp from me.

Harwin's touch was both tender and commanding, a contradiction that drove me wild. He knew exactly how to coax the most exquisite reactions from me, his fingers worked their magic with practised skill. 

My breath hitched, and I felt my body respond to his every movement, arching towards him, craving more.

"You deserve nothing less than complete devotion," he murmured, his lips trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs, each one sending jolts of pleasure through me. "And I intend to give you just that."

I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued.

Harwin's mouth found its way to my core, his tongue exploring and teasing with a skill that left me trembling. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he offered. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he worked, his eyes flicking up to watch my reactions with a satisfied gleam.

"Harwin," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He paused, looking up at me with a grin that was equal parts mischief and adoration. "Yes, Princess?"

"Don't stop," I managed to say, my words laced with desperation and need.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. "As you wish."

With renewed focus, he continued his attentions, his tongue and fingers driving me to the brink of madness. My moans grew louder, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. And then, with a final, skilful flick of his tongue, I shattered, the waves of my climax crashing over me in a torrent of bliss.

As I lay there, panting and spent, Harwin crawled up my body, his expression one of pure satisfaction. He kissed me deeply. 

"You see, Princess," he whispered against my mouth, "your worth is beyond measure. And I will spend every moment proving that to you."

I smiled up at him, my heart full of affection and gratitude. "Then don't stop," I whispered back, my fingers tracing patterns on his skin. "Prove it to me, again and again."

Harwin's eyes darkened with desire as he positioned himself above me, his gaze locked onto mine. Slowly, he pressed himself against my entrance, his movements deliberate and sensual. 

He entered me with exquisite slowness, a low groan escaping his lips as he did. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection that left me gasping. Harwin moved with deliberate care, each thrust slow and measured, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice a husky murmur in my ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

I nodded, unable to form coherent words, my body responding to his every movement. He continued his slow, sensual rhythm, each thrust deep and purposeful, driving me closer to the edge once more. 

My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath my fingers, the heat of his skin against mine.

Harwin's mouth found my neck, placing gentle kisses along my collarbone, his breath hot and ragged. His hands explored my body, caressing and teasing in ways that made my pulse race. 

The connection between us was intense, a bond that felt unbreakable in that moment.

"You are everything," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "And I will spend my life showing you just how much you mean to me."

With each slow, sensual thrust, he drove us both higher, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. The world around us ceased to exist, replaced by the raw, intimate connection we shared. My moans mixed with his groans, a symphony of desire that echoed in the empty field.

As the tension built within me once more, I clung to Harwin, my nails digging into his back. He increased his pace slightly, the rhythm still measured but with an added urgency that drove me wild. I felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

"Harwin," I breathed my voice a desperate plea.

He responded with a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue exploring mine with the same slow intensity as his movements. The kiss was a promise, a declaration of the depths of his feelings for me. 

As he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine.

"I've got you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me over the edge, my climax crashing over me with a force that left me trembling. Harwin followed soon after, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found his own release. 

We held each other tightly, our bodies entwined, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through us.

We lay there in the grass, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat between us. Harwin's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we caught our breath. The stars above us shone brightly, a silent witness to the profound connection we had shared.

"Don't ever forget your worth, Princess," Harwin said softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my back. "You are everything to me."

"I won't," I replied, my voice filled with contentment. "As long as you're here to remind me."

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, the world around us forgotten. In that moment, under the vast expanse of the night sky, we were simply two souls entwined, bound by love and desire.

A/n - giggling because wdym 'you deserve nothing less than complete devotion' like WDYM by that..

[asoiaf-bambii]

𝔖poilt

summary: Aemond finds himself chasing after his reckless sibling, who has taken to the streets of King’s Landing in search of excitement and trouble.

paring: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

Aemond stood outside the gambling den, the stench of cigars, cheap ale, and sin thick in the air, clinging to the back of his throat. The two-floor inn was a far cry from the grandeur of the Red Keep, its faded, splintering wood and smoke-stained walls a glaring reminder of the depths to which you had sunk. He scowled, his silver-blonde hair catching the faint light of a lantern flickering above the door.

You were a spoilt brat, Aemond thought to himself bitterly. It was bad enough having to chase after Aegon during his late-night benders, dragging his drunken, debauched brother out of whatever filthy corner of King’s Landing he’d found himself in. But now you—his little sibling—were following in those same disgraceful footsteps. Running off in the middle of the night to do gods-know-what, leaving Aemond to hunt you down in places like this.

He adjusted the black patch over his missing eye, the faint pressure of the sapphire beneath a reminder of the battles he had faced—of the pain and loss that had forged him into the fierce and unforgiving man he was today. Yet despite all that strength, despite his unyielding will, it was you who tested him more than any opponent ever could.

Aemond pushed open the door, his tall, imposing figure drawing the attention of the patrons within. The den was dimly lit, the haze of smoke swirling in the low light. It was filled with the raucous noise of drunkards, gamblers, and women selling their company for the night. The clatter of dice, the clink of coins, the murmur of hushed deals—it all grated on Aemond’s nerves. This was a place of vice and indulgence, a place where nobility had no business being.

And yet, here you were.

His sharp violet eye scanned the room, ignoring the startled glances of the men as they noticed him. He moved with purpose, every step a threat. His nightblack armour, chased with gold, caught the flickering light of the hearth, a silent warning that he was not to be trifled with. Aemond had no patience for the filth of the city and even less for the scum that dwelled here.

Then he saw you, lounging in the far corner, surrounded by the dregs of the city. You were draped in your usual finery, rich velvets and golden lace, utterly out of place in this den of sin, yet commanding the room’s attention with your mere presence. Your silver-gold hair fell in soft waves down your back, your deep purple eyes glinting with amusement as you flirted with the men around you. Your bodice glittered with pearls and diamonds, your fingers heavy with rings. A vision of nobility amidst the filth.

Aemond’s jaw clenched as he strode towards you, his anger simmering beneath the surface. You were completely unaware of the trouble you courted, basking in the attention of those beneath you. It made his blood boil.

You noticed him when he was only a few feet away, your eyes locking onto his with a spark of defiance. You didn’t flinch, didn’t cower, even as the men around you grew silent, shrinking away from the danger that radiated from your brother. You merely smiled, a coy, flirtatious smile that only fuelled his anger.

“Aemond,” you drawled, your voice dripping with amusement. “Come to join the fun?”

Aemond’s gaze hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. “Enough of this,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. “Get up. We are leaving.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his words as you took a slow sip from your goblet. “Leaving? So soon? But I’ve only just begun enjoying myself.”

The casual arrogance in your voice grated on his nerves. You were always like this—flirtatious, bold, pushing every boundary just to see how far you could go before Aemond’s patience snapped. And tonight, you were pushing him to the edge.

“I will not repeat myself,” Aemond said, his voice a growl now. “Get up.”

You leaned back in your chair, a smirk playing on your lips. “You always take things so seriously, brother. Can’t you relax for once? Enjoy yourself?”

“I’ll relax when you’re safely back at the Keep,” Aemond snapped, stepping closer until he was towering over you. “You don’t belong here. These men—” he gestured sharply to the gamblers and drunkards who had now fallen silent, “—are not your equals. They are vermin, and you’re playing a dangerous game by being here.”

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with an unsettling calm. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“No,” Aemond said, his voice cold, “you don’t. You think you are untouchable, that your name will protect you. But one wrong move, one misstep, and even you won’t be able to talk your way out of it.”

You laughed softly, the sound both mocking and indulgent. “You underestimate me, Aemond. I’m not some helpless child.”

“You’re behaving like one,” he spat, his temper flaring. “You are coming with me. Now.”

For a moment, your eyes flickered with something unreadable, a tension in your gaze that belied your calm facade. But then you sighed, setting your goblet down on the table with a soft clink. “Fine,” you muttered, rising from your chair with a slow, deliberate grace. “If you insist.”

As you stood, Aemond caught the slight shift in your posture—the faintest trace of reluctance in the way you moved. Despite your bravado, you knew the game you played was a dangerous one, and deep down, you understood the risks. Yet you would never admit it, not to him.

You brushed past him, your fingers grazing his arm briefly as you did. “You always think you know best,” you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “But one day, Aemond, you’ll have to let me go.”

Aemond’s jaw tightened as he followed you out of the den, his eye never leaving your form. Let you go? The thought alone stirred something uneasy in his chest. No matter how wild or reckless you became, no matter how many times you defied him, he would always be there. Always pulling you back from the edge.

As the two of you walked back towards the Red Keep, a charged silence lingered between you, neither willing to break it. You cast glances his way now and then, the barest smirk on your lips, clearly finding amusement in his tense stride, in the fire that still simmered just below his controlled surface.

After a few minutes, you couldn’t help yourself. “Tell me, brother,” you began, feigning an innocent tone. “Are you truly this overbearing, or do you just enjoy shadowing my every move?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened, his eye fixed straight ahead, unyielding. “If you gave me no reason to, I wouldn’t have to.”

You chuckled, the sound light and almost teasing. “You act as if I’ve committed treason, Aemond. I was enjoying an evening out—nothing more.”

He finally turned his gaze on you, violet eye burning with frustration. “An evening out,” he repeated, the words dripping with incredulity. “In a den of debauchery, risking your safety among men who would see you as nothing more than a game to be won.”

The glimmer of mischief in your eyes softened briefly. You glanced away, almost uncomfortable under his intensity. “I can take care of myself,” you said quietly, though even you seemed unconvinced of that now. The recklessness that fuelled your late-night escapades suddenly felt less like strength and more like fragile defiance.

Aemond sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “You think me cruel for following you,” he murmured, his voice losing some of its edge. “But it isn’t cruelty. It’s the only way I know to keep you safe.”

For a long moment, you walked in silence, the bustle of King’s Landing gradually fading as you approached the quieter paths leading towards the Keep. His words echoed in your mind, and an unfamiliar sense of warmth crept into your chest. You and Aemond had always seemed like polar opposites—your fire to his icy resolve. Yet, somehow, his words stirred a new understanding between you, a delicate balance between your defiance and his fierce protectiveness.

“Perhaps,” you murmured, almost to yourself, “I don’t give you enough credit.”

He shot you a sidelong glance, his eye sharp with surprise. “Is that an admission?”

“An observation,” you replied, lips curving into a small smile.

Aemond’s brow lifted, and for the first time that night, his expression softened, just a fraction. “You are as incorrigible as Aegon sometimes, you know that?”

A feigned gasp escaped you. “Aegon? You wound me, brother.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, though he quickly suppressed it, masking any trace of humour with his usual cold composure. But you had seen it, that faint crack in his severity, and it lingered in the space between you, making the tension from before feel lighter, less burdensome.

As you crossed through the gates of the Red Keep, a newfound quiet fell over the two of you, one that felt neither tense nor dismissive. There was an understanding now, even if unspoken—a sense that while you may push the limits, Aemond would always be there, steadfast.

“Thank you, Aemond,” you said suddenly, and he turned to you, surprised.

He nodded once, the barest hint of a smile in his eye. "For now,” he murmured, his tone gentle but firm, “try not to test my patience quite so often.”

“I make no promises,” you teased, though your gaze softened. As you slipped back into the familiar corridors of the Red Keep, you felt something shift—some silent accord reached, some fragile connection you hadn’t realised was there.

For perhaps the first time, you sensed a closeness with Aemond, a recognition that beneath his severity lay something unspoken: a fierce, loyal love that would always bring him back to you, no matter how often you strayed from the path he set.

[cynic-spirit]

Dragonsoul ii

Warnings: very long very fluffy

Read part 1 here

Aemond’s frustration simmered beneath the surface, but it quickly morphed into a steely determination. He wasn’t going to let Aegon’s reckless behavior dictate his fate. He had come too close to discovering his soulmate to give up now.

There was still one way he could find her. He recalled the faces of the guests from the night before—their reactions, the fleeting glimpses of their expressions as they’d watched the chaos unfold. If he could retrace his steps and gather information from those who had been there, he might be able to piece together who had caught his attention just before everything had gone awry.

“I need to talk to the staff,” he thought decisively. The waitstaff and security would have seen everyone come and go, and they might have noticed something he hadn’t. They could help him identify who had been near the piano when he felt that spark of connection.

He stood up, feeling a renewed sense of purpose as he dressed in his usual all-black attire, the fabric feeling like armor against the world. “I’ll ask around,” he resolved, his mind racing with possibilities. “There has to be someone who saw her. Someone who can point me in the right direction.”

As he made his way through the Targaryen estate, Aemond’s thoughts turned to the woman who had unknowingly ignited something inside him. Her beauty, her talent—it had all captivated him in a way he hadn’t expected. “I need to find her,” he thought fiercely. “I need to know her name, her face. I can’t let this slip away again.”

Aemond navigated the hallways, seeking out the staff who had been present during the party. He would approach them with an air of authority, making it clear that he was serious about finding the woman whose golden thread had momentarily connected with his own.

“Today is the day,” he thought, his determination hardening. “I will uncover the truth and discover who she is, no matter what it takes.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, Aemond stepped into the bustling corridors of the estate, ready to hunt for the answers that would lead him to the one he knew was meant for him.Aemond made his way to the security office, his heart thumping in his chest. He could barely contain his anticipation as he approached the guard on duty, a burly man with a serious demeanor. “I need access to the recordings from last night’s party,” Aemond said, his voice steady.

The guard raised an eyebrow but nodded, pulling up the footage on the monitor. Aemond leaned closer, his pulse quickening as the video flickered to life. The vibrant chaos of the party unfolded on screen, the music and laughter echoing faintly through the room.

He watched as guests mingled, glasses clinking, laughter ringing out. Aegon was in the corner, his arm draped around a couple of giggling women, his carefree attitude radiating through the crowd. Nearby, a group of businessmen were deep in conversation, gestures animated as they discussed deals and connections, oblivious to the world around them.

Across the room, a couple danced closely, lost in their own little world, while others lounged on plush sofas, exchanging flirtatious glances. The atmosphere was alive, vibrant, a testament to the high society that had gathered.

But Aemond’s attention sharpened as he continued to watch, the chaos blurring into the background. He focused on a single figure moving through the throng: the pianist. Y/n stood at the edge of the stage, her long black hair cascading down her back, her expression contemplative as she prepared to play. Unlike the others, who were absorbed in their conversations and laughter, she seemed poised and serene, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of activity around her.

As the moment of her entrance approached, Aemond felt a stirring in his chest, an electric sensation that mirrored the burn he had felt in his wrist. The instant she sat at the piano and began to play, he watched in awe as the golden shimmer reappeared on his thread, igniting with a warmth that swept through him.

“Could it be?” he thought, a rush of hope flooding his senses. He leaned closer, eyes narrowing as he replayed the moment. The music enveloped the room, pulling the attention of every guest, but Aemond’s focus remained solely on her.

He felt the realization wash over him, clarity dawning. Y/n—the pianist—had not only caught his eye but had ignited the connection he had been longing for. This was the moment when the burn began, when his thread transformed in response to her presence.

Aemond’s heart raced as he absorbed this new understanding. “This is her,” he thought, a sense of determination igniting within him. “I will find her. I will make sure she knows what she means to me.”

With renewed purpose, he leaned back in his chair, ready to unravel the mystery of Y/n and to claim the connection that had nearly slipped through his fingers.

Y/n sat at a small café table with her colleagues, nursing a cup of tea as they recounted the chaos of the Targaryen party. The laughter and teasing of her friends swirled around her, but the memory of Aegon’s drunken antics still weighed heavily on her mind.

“Never again am I going near Targaryens,” Y/n declared, shaking her head with an exasperated smile. “Aegon started shooting! I couldn’t even find my soulmate with all that chaos!”

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, mischief lighting up their eyes. “What if a Targaryen is your soulmate, huh?” one of them teased, waggling her eyebrows.

Y/n rolled her eyes, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “No, no, no. It can’t be. I heard the one-eyed mobster, Aemond Targaryen, still carries a black thread.”

The mention of Aemond sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a mix of fear and intrigue. “It cannot be. It shouldn’t be,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Aemond?” one friend pressed, leaning in with a teasing smile. “You mean the devilishly handsome one? The one with the dangerous reputation?”

Y/n tried to suppress the flutter of her heart at the thought of him. Aemond was strikingly attractive, his presence commanding attention wherever he went. His silver-blonde hair fell just above his sharp jawline, accentuating the angular planes of his face. Those piercing violet eyes seemed to see right through you, filled with a brooding intensity that could captivate anyone.

He had a rugged allure, a sense of danger wrapped in the sophistication of his all-black attire. The way he carried himself exuded confidence; every move he made was deliberate and measured. His chiseled features, combined with that signature scar across his eye, added to the enigmatic air that surrounded him.

Yet despite his undeniable charm, Y/n felt a pang of insecurity. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t want someone like me,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of doubt. “I’m just a music teacher, nothing compared to his world of power and crime.”

Her friends exchanged glances, sensing the internal struggle she faced. “Come on, Y/n,” one said, nudging her playfully. “You’re talented and beautiful! Anyone would be lucky to have you, even a Targaryen.”

Y/n shook her head, biting her lip as she considered the implications. Aemond was everything she had never expected to want, but the thought of him being her soulmate filled her with both excitement and dread. “Maybe it’s better if he’s not,” she said softly, glancing down at her tea. “The last thing I need is to get tangled up with someone like him.”

Yet, as her thoughts drifted back to Aemond’s piercing gaze and the connection she felt in his presence, a part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that their paths were destined to cross again.Aemond stood in the dimly lit office of his family estate, a file in his hand that felt heavier than it should. The front of the file bore the name “Y/n” in elegant cursive, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation and intrigue as he opened it.

Inside, he found a wealth of information that painted a vivid picture of the woman who had unknowingly captivated him. Y/n had an elder sister, married with two children, a detail that struck Aemond as both heartwarming and grounding. It told him that she valued family and had responsibilities beyond herself.

But as he continued to read, he learned that Y/n had lost her father and that her mother lived in India, a reality that tugged at his heartstrings. The loss and distance in her life made her journey even more poignant. Here was a woman who had faced challenges yet continued to strive for a better future.

Aemond’s gaze lingered on the details about her profession. Y/n was a well-liked music teacher at a reputed university in King’s Landing, known for her talent and dedication. The thought of her inspiring young minds with the beauty of music made him feel something he hadn’t expected—admiration. He imagined her in the classroom, passionate and engaged, a stark contrast to the world he inhabited.

She also played for private parties to supplement her income, a move that showcased her ambition and determination. It was clear that she was supporting herself while pursuing a PhD in music. The idea of her pouring herself into her studies, driven by a desire to grow and improve, struck a chord within him. He found himself increasingly drawn to her strength and resilience.

With each detail he absorbed, Aemond felt an unfamiliar stirring in his chest. “I didn’t even want a soulmate,” he thought, a hint of frustration creeping into his mind. “It’s a weakness. It makes you vulnerable. Why am I wanting to know her?”

The conflict within him deepened. He had always believed that emotions were a distraction, something to be pushed aside in favor of power and control. Yet here he was, captivated by a woman who embodied everything he had denied himself—the warmth of family, the pursuit of passion, the ability to inspire.

“Is it because she’s beautiful?” he wondered, recalling her long black hair and the way she had captivated the room with her music. “Or is it something deeper?”

He felt drawn to her spirit, her determination to forge her own path despite the obstacles she faced. It was a stark contrast to the cold, ruthless world he operated in, where weakness was exploited and vulnerability was a liability.

“Am I so desperate for connection that I’m willing to chase after a woman like her?” Aemond thought, grappling with the realization that he didn’t want to just be a faceless mobster in the shadows. He wanted to know her story, her dreams, her fears. He felt a longing that he hadn’t anticipated—a desire to break through the barriers that had kept him isolated.

“Y/n,” he whispered to himself, the name rolling off his tongue like a melody. “I have to find her.” In that moment, he made a silent vow that he would not only uncover the truth about her but also confront the emotions stirring within him. Aemond was determined to seek out the connection he had been blind to for so long.“Are you smiling?” Aemond’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by his brother’s voice, filled with mock surprise. Aegon had a talent for barging into his office without knocking, a habit that often grated on Aemond’s nerves.

“What’s this?” Aegon continued, reaching for the file in Aemond’s hand, his eyes glinting with curiosity. But before Aegon could catch a glimpse of its contents, Aemond swiftly snatched it away, clutching it tightly to his chest.

“Nothing of your interest,” he snapped, irritation flaring. He couldn’t bear the thought of Aegon ruining yet another opportunity to learn more about Y/n, the woman who had unexpectedly captured his attention. Aegon had a knack for turning serious matters into a joke, and Aemond was in no mood for that.

“What do you want?” Aemond asked, his voice laced with impatience, as he tried to redirect the conversation away from the file. He could feel his pulse quickening, the need to protect the budding connection he felt towards Y/n overriding his annoyance.

Aegon leaned against the doorframe, a playful grin plastered across his face. “I just wanted to see how my dear brother was doing,” he replied, feigning innocence. “But it looks like you’ve got something more interesting on your mind.”

Aemond narrowed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. “I’m busy,” he said curtly, refusing to let Aegon pry into his thoughts or his plans. “If you don’t have anything important to discuss, I suggest you leave.”

“Oh, come on,” Aegon persisted, undeterred. “You can’t hide behind that file forever. What’s got you all worked up? Is it a woman?”

Aemond’s heart raced at the implication, but he quickly masked his reaction with irritation. “I said it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” he replied, his voice low but firm.

Aegon raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes danced with mischief. “Alright, alright. Just know that I’m here if you need advice on women. You know I’m a natural at it.”

With that, Aegon turned to leave, still chuckling to himself. Aemond watched him go, the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. “Just stay out of this,” he thought fiercely, refocusing on the file in his hands. He couldn’t afford to let Aegon interfere, especially when it came to someone as intriguing and unique as Y/n.

Once he was alone again, Aemond took a deep breath, returning his attention to the file. “I have to figure this out,” he murmured to himself, determination coursing through him. “I won’t let anyone ruin my chance to know her.”In the bustling halls of the university, Y/n's friends, Jenny and Eliza, had started to notice subtle changes in her. Y/n had always been the quiet one, often keeping to herself, but lately, there was a new lightness in her step, a faint smile that lingered on her lips even when she thought no one was watching.

As they sat in the campus café during a break between classes, Jenny couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and narrowed her eyes playfully at Y/n.

“Alright, spill,” Jenny demanded, her tone light but insistent. “What’s going on with you?”

Y/n looked up from her coffee, caught off guard by the sudden question. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she took a sip of her drink.

Eliza, who was sitting next to Jenny, chimed in, a knowing smile on her face. “Oh, come on, Y/n. We’ve known you for years. Something’s different. You’ve been smiling more, and you seem... I don’t know, more confident?”

Y/n felt her cheeks warm slightly under their scrutiny. She wasn’t ready to reveal anything about Aemond, not yet. The relationship was still so new, and she wasn’t sure how her friends would react if they knew who her soulmate was. So, she decided to deflect.

“Really, it’s nothing,” she said with a small laugh. “I guess I’ve just been focusing more on my music lately. Things have been going well, you know?”

Jenny wasn’t convinced. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she studied Y/n’s face. “Just music, huh? That’s all?”

“Yes, really,” Y/n insisted, nodding a little too quickly. “I’ve been getting more opportunities to play at events, and it’s given me a lot more confidence. I’m just... happy with where things are going.”

Eliza leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you. But if there’s something—or someone—you’re not telling us about, we’ll find out eventually.”

Y/n smiled, grateful that they didn’t press her further. “I promise, it’s just the music,” she said, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Speaking of which, I’m thinking of playing something new for my next gig. Any suggestions?”

Jenny and Eliza exchanged a look but let it go, shifting their focus to the discussion of music. Y/n joined in, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn’t ready to share her secret yet, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before her friends started asking more questions. For now, she was content to keep Aemond to herself, savoring the connection they were building, one day at a time.Jenny wasn’t ready to let Y/n off the hook just yet. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “Bach and Mozart, huh? I’m sorry, Y/n, but I don’t believe for a second that it’s just classical music putting that glow on your face.”

Eliza chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, unless you’re having some secret love affair with a grand piano, there’s gotta be something else going on. Come on, spill!”

Y/n felt her heart race a little, but she managed to keep her composure. She shrugged, forcing a laugh as she waved off their teasing. “I swear, it’s just the music! Maybe I’m just getting better at it, or maybe it’s all those late-night practice sessions. But really, that’s all there is to it.”

Jenny and Eliza exchanged skeptical looks, but Y/n didn’t give them a chance to press further. She quickly changed the subject, her eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. “But speaking of fun,” she said, “it’s been a while since we’ve gone out dancing, hasn’t it? Why don’t we go to a club tonight? It’s the weekend, and I’m pretty sure we’re all free.”

The sudden shift caught both Jenny and Eliza off guard, but they didn’t mind. Eliza grinned, clearly excited by the suggestion. “That sounds like a great idea! We haven’t had a night out in forever.”

Jenny, still eyeing Y/n with a hint of suspicion, eventually let the matter drop, her excitement for a night out winning over her curiosity. “Alright, fine, I’ll let it go—for now. But don’t think we’re not coming back to this later, Y/n. In the meantime, let’s dance the night away.”

Y/n smiled, relieved that the conversation had shifted. “Deal,” she said, raising her coffee in a mock toast. “Let’s meet up after classes and make a night of it.”

As they made plans for their evening, Y/n felt a mixture of relief and anticipation. She knew she couldn’t keep her secret forever, but for now, she was content to keep Aemond to herself, even as she enjoyed a night of fun with her friends.Aemond felt the weight of realization settle deep within him as he learned about Y/n. The idea of having a soulmate, someone destined for him, was difficult to grasp. He had always imagined that if he had a soulmate, they would be as hardened and ruthless as he was—a partner in his darkness. But Y/n was nothing like that. She was an incredibly talented and beautiful woman, a gentle soul that seemed at odds with his own cruel heart.

The need to clear his mind overwhelmed him, and without a second thought, he made his way to the stables. There, his black stallion, Vhagar, stood tall and imposing—a beast that no one else could tame, that no one else could even get near. Vhagar was a reflection of Aemond himself, a creature of power and darkness, loyal only to him.

Without hesitation, Aemond leapt onto Vhagar’s saddle, feeling the familiar thrill of control as he took the reins. “Run,” he commanded, and the stallion obeyed, galloping out of the stables and into the open fields.

The wind whipped against Aemond’s face as Vhagar tore through the landscape with untamed speed. The powerful rhythm of the horse’s hooves pounded in time with Aemond’s racing thoughts. Y/n’s face, her gentle smile, her soft voice—all of it consumed him. How could someone so pure be meant for someone like him? The very idea seemed impossible.

As they rode, Aemond tried to make sense of his emotions. He had spent years perfecting his control, burying any vulnerability beneath layers of cold indifference. And yet, Y/n was unraveling all of that without even trying. She had slipped past his defenses with her kindness, her talent, and her beauty, making him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

Vhagar’s pace didn’t falter as Aemond pushed him harder, trying to outrun his thoughts, his doubts. But no matter how fast they went, Y/n’s image remained, haunting him, consuming him. She was everything he wasn’t—light where he was dark, soft where he was hard. The contrast was undeniable, and it terrified him.

But as much as he tried to resist it, there was something intoxicating about the thought of her being his. Aemond had always believed he was destined for a life of solitude, that no one could truly understand or accept him. And yet, here was Y/n, a woman who seemed to see beyond his scar, beyond his reputation, to the man he was beneath it all.

He didn’t deserve her, he knew that much. But the idea of her being his, of having someone like her by his side, was a temptation he couldn’t ignore.

By the time he finally slowed Vhagar to a halt, Aemond’s heart was pounding not just from the ride, but from the realization that he was falling for her. Harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Y/n had awakened something in him, something he didn’t know he was capable of feeling—a desire to be better, to be worthy of her.

He dismounted Vhagar and stood still, his breathing heavy as he stared into the distance. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the fields, but Aemond’s mind was still racing.

He would need time to fully accept this new reality, to come to terms with the fact that Y/n was his soulmate. But one thing was clear: he would protect her with everything he had. Even if it meant facing the darkest parts of himself, even if it meant changing in ways he never thought possible.

Aemond reached out and patted Vhagar’s neck, the horse’s breathing heavy and warm against his hand. “Let’s go back,” he murmured, more to himself than to the stallion. Vhagar snorted in response, as if understanding the gravity of his master’s thoughts.

As they made their way back to the estate, Aemond knew that this was just the beginning. His life, his very soul, had been irrevocably changed by Y/n. And no matter how difficult the path ahead might be, he was determined to walk it with her by his side.s Aemond guided Vhagar back toward the estate, their pace had slowed to a relaxed trot. The earlier rush of adrenaline had faded, leaving Aemond alone with his thoughts and the steady rhythm of the stallion beneath him. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape, but Aemond’s mind was far from serene. It was consumed by thoughts of Y/n.

Talking to Vhagar had become something of a habit for him. The stallion, like him, was a creature of strength and solitude, and Aemond often found it easier to confide in the beast than in any human. Vhagar understood him in a way no one else did—he was a loyal companion, one who didn’t judge or question, but simply listened.

“I’ve found my soulmate, Vhagar,” Aemond said quietly, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar on his tongue. “She’s… everything a man like me doesn’t deserve.”

He let out a slow breath, the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily on his chest. “She’s kind, talented, gentle… She’s like the light, while I’m the darkness. How could someone like her ever be meant for someone like me?”

Vhagar’s ears flicked back as if acknowledging his master’s voice. Aemond reached down, running a hand along the stallion’s powerful neck. The simple gesture was grounding, reminding him of the strength he possessed—the strength he would need to protect her.

“I suppose I’ve always been lonely,” he continued, his tone reflective. “Even with all the power and the people around me, there’s always been something missing. But with her… it’s different. She makes me feel different. Lighter. Better.”

They rode in silence for a few moments, Aemond’s thoughts churning like a stormy sea. Protecting Y/n would be his highest priority, but there was more to it than that. He wanted to make her happy, to show her that she was more than just a soulmate in name.

“You know,” he mused aloud, “I’ve been thinking… How should I introduce myself to her properly, Vhagar? I want to make an impression, something more than just the dangerous man she’s heard about.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head at the absurdity of asking advice from a horse. “I should probably get her a gift, don’t you think? But what?”

Aemond’s mind began to race with possibilities, each more extravagant than the last. “Diamonds?” he suggested, glancing down at Vhagar as if expecting a response. “A diamond crown, perhaps? Or maybe something more… practical. A Rolls Royce? What do you think, Vhagar? Any ideas?”

Vhagar snorted, the sound causing Aemond to smile despite himself. “You’re right,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe I’m overthinking this. She’s not the type to be swayed by material things. She’s too genuine, too… pure. But still, I want to give her something that shows how much she means to me.”

He paused, the idea striking him suddenly. “How about a grand piano?” he murmured, more to himself than to Vhagar. “She plays beautifully—like Mozart or Beethoven. Maybe a grand piano, one made of gold and embellished with diamonds. She deserves something as grand as her talent.”

The thought of Y/n sitting at a piano crafted just for her, her delicate fingers gliding over the keys, made Aemond’s heart ache with a longing he hadn’t realized he was capable of feeling. It wasn’t just about the gift; it was about showing her that he understood her, that he appreciated her for who she was.

“Do you think she’d like that, Vhagar?” Aemond asked softly, almost as if seeking the stallion’s approval. “I want her to know that I see her, that I value her. She’s more than just a woman—a soulmate. She’s my light.”

As they approached the estate, Aemond’s thoughts were still swirling, but there was a determination in his heart now, a resolve to make things right with Y/n, to be the man she deserved—even if he didn’t believe he truly was that man.

“Maybe someday, I’ll bring her to meet you,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he were sharing a secret. “She might be a little scared of you at first, but I think she’d come around. She’s stronger than she looks, and she’d see that in you too. Maybe then, she’ll see that there’s more to me than just the darkness.”

Vhagar let out a low, rumbling neigh, almost as if in agreement. Aemond smiled, patting the stallion’s neck one last time as they approached the stable. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You’d like her. And maybe… she’ll learn to like me too. For who I really am.”

As they came to a stop, Aemond dismounted, his thoughts still lingering on Y/n. The future didn’t seem as daunting now, not with her in it. He knew there would be challenges, but he also knew he would face them head-on. For her. For them.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said quietly, more to himself than to Vhagar. But as the stallion snorted and tossed his head, Aemond couldn’t help but feel a sense of reassurance. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.As Aemond made his way back from the estate, his thoughts were still centered on Y/n and the plans he was crafting in his mind. He was so deep in thought that he almost didn’t notice his mother, Alicent, approaching him from the opposite direction. Her presence, always calm and composed, had a way of grounding him, even when his mind was swirling with emotions.

“Aemond,” Alicent called out softly, a warm smile on her face as she reached him. “I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to inform you that we’re having a small gathering later today. It’s for Helaena’s entomology fundraising effort. We’ve invited a selected group of people to the estate—it’ll be held outside, in the garden.”

Aemond nodded, his thoughts still partially elsewhere, but his attention now focused on his mother. “I see. I’ll make sure to attend,” he replied, his voice steady, though his mind was already beginning to shift gears. A gathering at the estate wasn’t unusual, but the mention of Helaena’s event made him wonder who the guests would be.

Alicent’s smile grew a little wider, a hint of excitement in her eyes as she continued. “I also wanted to tell you… I’ve invited a particular artist to perform at the gathering. Do you remember the young woman who played the piano a few evenings ago? I was so taken by her talent. I thought it would be wonderful to have her play for us again.”

Aemond’s heart suddenly leaped into his throat. Y/n. His mind immediately conjured the image of her sitting gracefully at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys. The thought of seeing her again, so soon after their last encounter, sent a wave of nervousness through him—a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to.

He tried to maintain his composure, but the realization that Y/n would be at the estate, performing for his family and their guests, made his heart pound in his chest. He swallowed hard, his voice a touch more strained than before. “I… I’m sure it will be a beautiful performance,” he managed to say, his thoughts racing.

Alicent didn’t seem to notice her son’s sudden nervousness, as she continued to speak with her usual grace. “I thought you might enjoy hearing her play again. She has such a gift, doesn’t she? I’m looking forward to it.”

Aemond could only nod, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of what the evening might hold. The prospect of seeing Y/n again, in a setting where their paths would inevitably cross, both thrilled and terrified him. He wasn’t sure how he would react—how she would react—but he knew one thing: he couldn’t wait to see her.

As he walked with his mother back toward the estate, his thoughts were no longer consumed by the plans he had been crafting earlier. Instead, they were entirely focused on Y/n, and the anticipation of what the evening might bring. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation for someone who was usually so composed.

But as much as it unnerved him, it also excited him. Meeting Y/n again, so soon after their last encounter, felt like fate—like something that was meant to happen. And this time, he wouldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He would make sure she knew how much she meant to him, even if it terrified him to admit it.

As they neared the estate, Aemond took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Whatever happened tonight, he would face it with the same determination he faced everything in his life. But this time, it wasn’t just about him—it was about Y/n, and the future they might share together.Aemond stood in front of the large mirror in his room, his reflection staring back at him with an intensity he hadn’t felt in a long time. Normally, his appearance was the least of his concerns—his intimidating aura, sharp features, and the scar that marred his face were all part of the armor he wore in the world. He knew he was attractive in a dark, severe way, and he used that to his advantage. But today, something was different.

For the first time, he was nervous about how he looked.

He ran a hand through his long silver hair, ensuring it was perfectly in place. His eye, the one not hidden beneath the patch, scanned the various suits laid out on the bed. He wanted everything to be perfect. The right suit, the right look—something that would make her see him not as the feared mobster, but as a man. A man who, for reasons he couldn’t fully understand, desperately wanted to make a good impression on her.

He reached for one of the suits, a deep, midnight blue that complemented his pale complexion and contrasted strikingly with his hair. As he slipped into the jacket, he adjusted the sleeves, making sure the fit was impeccable. He wanted to look his best, not for the people who would be at the gathering, but for Y/n.

His gaze shifted to the collection of colognes on his dresser. He never put much thought into such things before. A scent was a scent, and he was always one for simplicity. But today, he found himself carefully considering which fragrance to wear. He wanted something that would linger in her memory, something that would remind her of him long after they’d parted ways.

Aemond picked up a bottle, one with a subtle, warm scent—a blend of sandalwood and spice. It wasn’t overpowering, but it had a presence, much like he did. He dabbed it onto his neck and wrists, inhaling the scent as he did so. He’d never cared this much about how he smelled, about how anyone perceived him beyond the fear he naturally commanded. But today, he wanted Y/n to remember this about him. To associate this scent with the moments they would share.

He stepped back from the mirror, his heart beating faster than he liked to admit. He had faced countless enemies, made decisions that affected lives without a second thought, but this—this was different. This wasn’t about power or control. It was about a woman who had unwittingly come to mean more to him than he ever thought possible.

Aemond adjusted his tie, straightened his jacket one last time, and took a deep breath. This was uncharted territory for him, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He just hoped that when Y/n saw him tonight, she would see more than just the scarred, fearsome man the world knew. He wanted her to see him—the man who was ready to lay everything on the line for her.

With one last glance in the mirror, Aemond turned and left his room, ready to face whatever the evening might bring.Aemond entered the gathering, the soft glow of the evening casting long shadows across the estate. The hum of conversation faded into the background as his senses focused on something far more captivating—the faint, melodic sound of a piano. The notes floated through the air, delicate and precise, as if each one was calling to him. He recognized the piece instantly—Elgar's Salut d'Amour, Op. 12.

He stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. She was already here.

His eyes scanned the gathering until they found her, and his heart skipped a beat. Y/n was seated at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys. She was dressed in a stunning midnight blue gown that hugged her figure gracefully, the rich color a perfect contrast to her long black hair, which was elegantly tied up in a bun. The way she looked—poised, serene, and utterly beautiful—left him momentarily breathless.

Aemond's own appearance, with his long white hair left loose, felt starkly different beside her, yet somehow, he couldn’t help but think they complemented each other perfectly—night and day, dark and light. He caught himself adjusting his suit again, a small gesture of nerves that he rarely experienced. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wanted to look his best, to leave a lasting impression on her.

As he stood at the edge of the gathering, he let the music wash over him, each note resonating deep within. His gaze remained locked on Y/n, who was oblivious to his presence, completely absorbed in her performance. The golden light of the setting sun bathed her in an almost ethereal glow, making her appear like a vision from another world.

Aemond's heart pounded with a mixture of emotions—admiration, longing, and something deeper, something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time. He wanted her, not just as a soulmate, but as a partner, someone he could protect and cherish. The realization of how much she meant to him struck him with full force.

As the final notes of Salut d'Amour hung in the air, Aemond felt a quiet resolve settle within him. He wasn’t just a man who had found his soulmate—he was a man who was ready to do whatever it took to win her heart. Tonight, he would make his intentions clear. He would show her not just the man he was, but the man he could be for her.

Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his suit one last time and stepped further into the gathering, his eyes never leaving Y/n. His heart thumped harder as he moved closer, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. Tonight, he would make sure she remembered him—not just as the mobster she had heard about, but as the man who was completely captivated by her.“This is my second son, Aemond,” Alicent introduced him to one of the benefactors, her voice warm but formal.

“Ah, Aemond Targaryen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the benefactor said, extending a hand. “I’ve heard much about your family’s business. Quite impressive, I must say.”

“Thank you,” Aemond replied, his voice steady. “We strive to uphold our family’s reputation.” His mind, however, was elsewhere, his single eye repeatedly drifting toward the piano, where Y/n had been playing just moments ago.

As the conversation continued, Aemond nodded along, offering polite responses, but his thoughts were consumed by her presence.

“Aemond, pay attention,” Alicent chided gently as the benefactor excused himself. “This is important. Where is your mind at?”

Aemond hesitated, caught off guard. “I—uh, I’m sorry, Mother. Just… admiring the music.”

Alicent raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re more than just a listener at these gatherings. You need to engage, especially with potential partners in business.”

“Of course,” Aemond replied, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But—”

“Just keep your focus, Aemond,” Alicent interrupted, her tone softening slightly. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but it’s important to make connections.”

He nodded, but his heart raced as he looked back toward the piano, eager to catch another glimpse of Y/n. However, to his dismay, she was no longer there. The space she had occupied felt emptier without her presence, and an unfamiliar sense of anxiety gnawed at him. Where had she gone?Aemond stood by the open patio, feeling out of place amidst the laughter and chatter of the gathering. The dimly lit room was filled with people exchanging pleasantries, and he felt like a ghost in the midst of their bright spirits. The laughter of the guests felt distant, their conversations swirling around him like an endless fog.

Every time he tried to engage in small talk with someone—Tom, Dick, or Harry, as he mentally labeled them—his mind drifted back to the piano, to Y/n. She had been a vision in that midnight blue gown, and the way she played tugged at something deep within him. Yet, as the minutes stretched into an eternity, he couldn’t shake off the gnawing feeling of restlessness.

“Excuse me,” he said abruptly to the last man he had been conversing with, a boisterous man who spoke far too loudly about his latest business ventures. Aemond had lost interest long ago, and now he just wanted to escape.

He stepped outside, the cool evening air washing over him like a balm. The sounds of the party faded behind him as he made his way toward the stables, feeling the weight of his unease settle in his chest. He needed to breathe, to clear his mind of the chaos inside.As Aemond approached the stables, a sweet sight greeted him, one that instantly melted the tension in his chest. There was Vhagar, his majestic black stallion, standing with his head lowered, enjoying gentle caresses from Y/n. She was perched on the stall door, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she offered Vhagar sugar cubes, giggling at the way he nuzzled her hand.

The sound of her laughter was like music to Aemond’s ears, pulling him from the dark thoughts that had clouded his mind. He stood frozen for a moment, watching her interact with the beast, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. The contrast between her and the massive stallion was striking, yet there was a beauty in the moment that captivated him.

“Look at you, you big sweetheart!” Y/n said, her voice soft and affectionate, as Vhagar happily accepted another sugar cube. She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn’t even notice Aemond standing there, watching her with admiration.

Aemond felt a rush of warmth flood through him, a mix of protectiveness and longing. Here was Y/n, so carefree and joyful, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit. She was nothing like he had ever known—a gentle soul that brought light into his often dark and tumultuous world.

“Are you trying to spoil him?” Aemond finally spoke, stepping closer, his voice a mixture of amusement and affection.

Y/n turned to him, her eyes widening in surprise before a grin broke across her face. “He deserves it! Look at him, he’s so sweet!”

Aemond chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his lips as he joined her at the stall. “You might be creating a monster, you know.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly as she continued to pet Vhagar. “Maybe, but I can’t help it. He’s so charming.”

As Aemond watched her, he realized that the unease from the party had melted away, replaced by the warmth of the connection they were building. In that moment, he felt as though he had found a little slice of happiness amidst the chaos of his life.“Not many people would call him charming,” Aemond remarked, his tone teasing yet reflective.

“Most people are afraid of him,” he continued, watching her interact with Vhagar, the stallion leaning into her touch.

“Afraid? Why? Look at him! He’s adorable!” Y/n responded, her eyes sparkling with delight as she offered another sugar cube. “Sure, he looks scary and big, but he has a heart too.”

Aemond felt a jolt at her words, as if she were unknowingly drawing a parallel between the stallion and himself. There was a tenderness in her voice that struck him, a reminder that sometimes appearances could be deceiving. The way she saw Vhagar mirrored how he wished to be seen—a creature capable of love beneath a fierce exterior.

“Maybe you’re right,” Aemond said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “He might be scary to some, but he’s fiercely loyal.”

“Just like you, I bet,” Y/n replied, her gaze meeting his with a warmth that made his heart race.

For a moment, they simply stood there, lost in each other’s eyes, the bond between them deepening in the quiet of the stables. In that instant, Aemond felt a flicker of hope that perhaps he could let her see beyond the surface, just as she had done with Vhagar.“Do you want to ride him?” Aemond asked, his excitement evident.

Before she could respond, a voice called out from the gathering. “There you are! Come on, they’re asking you to play Rachmaninoff. No one plays it like you do!”

Y/n looked up, surprise crossing her features. “I—I have to go,” she stammered, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She turned to Aemond, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “It was nice meeting you,” she said, offering a polite bow before excusing herself.

Aemond felt a pang in his chest as she walked away, oblivious to the truth that lay between them. He watched her go, wishing he could hold onto the moment a little longer, to reveal who he truly was. But for now, he remained in the shadows, hoping for another chance to share with her what he felt.Aemond approached Vhagar, the massive black stallion, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. “So you like her now, don’t you?” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the stable door. “You like her more than you like me, don’t you?”

Vhagar responded with a low, rumbling neigh, nodding his massive head as if in agreement. The stallion's large, intelligent eyes seemed to sparkle with understanding, as if he were sharing a secret.

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Traitor,” he muttered, feigning indignation. “I’ve spent years training you, and now you’ve decided to abandon me for a woman who hasn’t even realized I’m her soulmate?”

Vhagar snorted, nudging Aemond playfully with his muzzle, clearly unbothered by his master’s mock outrage. Aemond couldn't help but smile at the stallion’s antics. “I suppose she does have a certain charm,” he admitted, running a hand over Vhagar’s sleek coat. “She’s beautiful and talented, and she even makes you behave.”

As he spoke, Aemond’s mind drifted back to Y/n. Her laughter as she fed Vhagar sugar cubes had been music to his ears, and the way her face lit up in delight had made his heart race. “What am I supposed to do, Vhagar? I can’t just tell her who I am. She doesn’t know about the world I’m part of—the danger that comes with it. What if she runs away?”

The stallion stood quietly, listening, his warm breath billowing softly in the cool air. Aemond felt a strange comfort in confiding his thoughts to Vhagar, the only being who truly understood him. “You know I’ve never been good at this,” he continued, his voice softer. “I’ve built walls around myself for so long, convinced that I didn’t need anyone. But with her… it’s different. It feels real.”

Vhagar shifted, stepping closer, as if sensing Aemond's turmoil. “What do you think I should do? Should I bring her here more often? Maybe she’ll see how gentle you really are. If she knows you, maybe she’ll understand me too.”

Vhagar whinnied softly, nuzzling Aemond’s shoulder in a show of support. “I know, I know,” Aemond sighed. “You’ve already claimed her heart. Just don’t forget who feeds you.”

The stallion responded with a playful nip, making Aemond laugh. “See, even you’re turning against me,” he said, shaking his head. “At this rate, I’ll be left with nothing but a heart full of longing and a jealous stallion.”

He took a deep breath, the weight of his feelings hanging heavy in the air. “But I can’t give up on her. She deserves to know the truth, even if it scares me. I’ll figure this out, Vhagar. I have to.”

Vhagar neighed again, almost in agreement, and Aemond felt a spark of determination ignite within him. “Alright then,” he said, straightening up. “Let’s make sure she knows just how special she is, even if it means battling my own fears.”As Y/n stepped into the elegant gathering, she felt a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. Clad in her finest gown—a midnight blue that accentuated her figure and complemented her long black hair, which she had carefully styled into a graceful bun—she was ready to captivate the audience with her music.

After a few hours of mingling and playing various pieces, she finally settled in front of the grand piano to perform Elgar’s Salut d'amour, Op. 12. Each note flowed effortlessly from her fingers, the melody weaving through the air like a delicate thread. The music enveloped her, transporting her into a world of beauty and emotion. As she played, she lost herself in the moment, the audience around her fading into the background.

When she finished, a wave of applause washed over her, and she smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time for a short break. She stood and stretched, feeling the tension leave her body, and made her way toward the stables nearby.

As she approached the stables, a sweet sense of serenity enveloped her. The sound of horses softly whinnying greeted her, and she stepped inside, her heart racing with anticipation. What she saw took her breath away.

Before her stood the most magnificent horse she had ever seen. A massive black stallion with a glossy coat that shimmered under the soft stable lights. His presence was commanding, yet there was a gentleness in his eyes that captivated her instantly. Y/n couldn’t help but feel drawn to the beast. He was beautiful and powerful, a true testament to the majesty of nature.

She cautiously approached, her heart pounding with excitement. The stallion seemed to sense her presence, lowering his head and letting out a soft whinny as if welcoming her. “Hello there,” she whispered, extending a hand toward him. “Aren’t you a beauty?”

As she fed him a few sugar cubes she had taken from a nearby bag, she giggled at how he nibbled gently from her palm. His large eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a little greedy, aren’t you?”

The stallion nuzzled her, making her heart swell. In that moment, all her worries about the gathering and the expectations placed upon her melted away. It was just her and this magnificent creature, sharing a quiet connection that felt incredibly special.

“Do you like it here?” she asked him, leaning in closer, her fingers brushing against his mane. “I can see why. It’s peaceful.”

She spent a few moments enjoying the calming atmosphere, feeling the gentle thrum of life around her Y/n didn’t notice the time passing or footsteps approaching. Then she heard a voice " “Are you trying to spoil him?” "Y/n felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment was somehow significant.Y/n had only ever heard whispers and stories about Aemond Targaryen—the dangerous and ruthless heir of the Targaryen family. In the dim light of the stable, however, those tales paled in comparison to the reality standing before her.

As he stepped closer, she took in every detail of his appearance. Aemond was striking, almost ethereal. His long, silvery-blonde hair fell in soft waves around his shoulders, glimmering like moonlight. Each strand seemed to have a life of its own, moving slightly as he shifted. His chiseled features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, spoke of power and nobility. His single sapphire eye, sharp and piercing, held a depth that captivated her, while the eye patch only added an air of mystery and intrigue.

He wore a perfectly tailored suit that hugged his form in all the right places—dark and elegant, it contrasted sharply with his pale skin, giving him an aura of both danger and sophistication. Each button gleamed as if polished to perfection, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle or blemish to mar his ensemble. He moved with a grace that was both commanding and fluid, a testament to his confidence.

Y/n couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. There was an undeniable charisma that radiated from him, a magnetic pull that drew her in, making her heart race. She could see why people feared him; there was an intensity in his gaze that could easily unsettle the unprepared. But in that moment, all she felt was a mix of admiration and intrigue.

Her mind raced as she compared the stories she had heard—of a cold-hearted mobster who ruled with an iron fist. Yet, as he stood before her, she could see the layers beneath the surface. There was a vulnerability hidden in the depths of his gaze, a flicker of something softer that made her heart ache with curiosity.

He was truly carved by the gods themselves, she thought, marveling at the perfection of his form. His presence filled the stable, a blend of danger and beauty that was both overwhelming and intoxicating. For a moment, she forgot all about the gathering, the pressures of expectation, and the uncertainty that loomed over her. All that mattered was the man standing before her, a figure of strength and allure that captivated her in ways she never thought possible.

As their eyes met, she felt the weight of the world fall away, leaving only the two of them in this serene moment. Y/n realized that the stories surrounding Aemond Targaryen were merely a glimpse into a far more complex being, one who was both terrifying and beautifully human.

He held the conversation with him as much as she could and finally was thankful when she was invited back to the party.  With one last look at Vhagar, she turned and walked away, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Aemond. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper beneath his intimidating exterior, a connection she had never felt before. As she walked back to the gathering, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder, catching sight of him watching her leave, and her heart fluttered once more.

Throughout the party, Aemond's gaze remained fixed on Y/n, his heart racing as she lost herself in the music. Each piece she played was a testament to her talent, and the elegant melodies flowed effortlessly from her fingers. The notes filled the air, weaving a spell over the gathered guests, transforming the usual drudgery of the fundraiser into something enchanting.

Aemond leaned against a wall, a glass of whiskey in hand, completely captivated. He found himself smiling at her joy as she played one beautiful classical piece after another. Each note resonated with a part of him he didn’t know existed—one that craved beauty, warmth, and connection. He could see how she poured her heart into every performance, and it made the atmosphere come alive in a way he had never experienced before.

“Who knew a fundraiser could be this captivating?” he murmured to himself, a small smirk forming on his lips. Usually, he would’ve been bored, mentally plotting his escape after a few obligatory conversations. But tonight was different. Tonight, Y/n was at the center of it all, and her passion was infectious.

As she played Rachmaninoff, her fingers danced over the keys with such grace that he felt as if he were witnessing magic. The way her expression changed with each crescendo and decrescendo, the way she swayed slightly with the rhythm, it was mesmerizing. Aemond felt an overwhelming urge to protect that joy, to cherish it, and to be a part of her world.

“Look at her,” he thought, a sense of warmth spreading through him. “She’s incredible.”

Time slipped away as he lost himself in her music. It made the usual mingling and forced small talk with guests fade into the background. He was finally grateful for the fundraiser, for the opportunity to see her shine. He could hardly remember the last time he felt this way, the last time he had been able to forget the weight of his family’s legacy and his own reputation.

Just then, the music came to a soft, gentle end, and the room erupted into applause. Aemond’s heart raced as he joined the others, clapping for her with genuine admiration. He could see the flush of pride on her cheeks, and it ignited something inside him. He wanted to be the one to tell her how amazing she was, to support her dreams and ambitions.

As the applause died down and Y/n took a modest bow, Aemond knew he couldn’t let the night end without speaking to her again. The connection they shared—though still undefined—felt like something he wanted to explore, something that could shatter the barriers of his lonely existence. And so, he steeled himself, determined to make his way through the crowd and find her once more.

Aemond stood at the edge of the gathering, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm light over the guests. He was still lost in thoughts of Y/n when Helaena approached him, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

“You never stay till the end of any party, brother,” she said, arching an eyebrow playfully. “I wonder what made you stay till the end for this one.”

Her tone was light, but Aemond could sense the knowing glint in her eyes. He felt the heat creep up his neck, his heart racing at the thought of what she might be implying.

“Uh, Vhagar kept me company whenever I got bored,” he replied, forcing a nonchalant shrug. It was a flimsy excuse, and he knew it, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice.

“Of course, Vhagar,” she replied with a knowing smirk, the corner of her mouth quirking up. “Always the loyal steed, right?”

Aemond couldn't help but roll his eye at her playful banter. Helaena had always been good at reading him, and he wasn’t about to let her see how much he was actually affected by Y/n's presence.

“Just keeping an eye on the horse, Helaena,” he insisted, trying to sound dismissive.

“Right, because that’s what you do at a fundraiser. Keep an eye on the horse,” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “Just remember, brother, if you’re going to stay, you might want to take a few more risks. Maybe even talk to a few people?”

With that, she gave him a playful nudge before walking away, leaving Aemond to contemplate her words. He felt a mixture of irritation and gratitude for her lightheartedness. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew he needed to talk to Y/n again—and soon.As the fundraiser began to wind down, Aemond found himself trapped in a series of small talk conversations that felt painfully tedious. Each polite laugh and forced smile wore him down, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/n.

His gaze drifted toward her across the room. She was standing by the grand entrance, slipping on her coat, her movements graceful and deliberate. Even from a distance, he could see how lovely she looked, her midnight blue gown shimmering softly under the low lights.

His heart raced as he fought against the impulse to approach her. This was his moment; he had finally found her, the woman who had captured his thoughts so completely. But the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him.

What if this isn’t the right time? he thought, anxiety creeping in. There are too many people here. What if someone sees? What if someone tries to hurt her? The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine. Y/n was his only chance at love, and the last thing he wanted was to make her vulnerable in front of a crowd that could easily turn hostile.

He clenched his fists, wrestling with his instincts. But I can’t let her leave without at least saying something! He felt a wave of desperation rising within him.

“Excuse me,” he muttered to the person he was speaking with, his attention now fully fixed on Y/n. He took a step toward her but hesitated, knowing that the gathering was still buzzing with laughter and chatter. If only I could protect her, to make her see I’m not like the others.

The conflict within him raged on as he watched her finish fastening her coat. He couldn’t let this moment slip away. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever might come next. I’ll have to be careful, he thought, but I need her to know who I am. I can’t let fear dictate my actions anymore.

With renewed determination, he made his way toward her, each step heavy with purpose and longing.Aemond felt a surge of frustration as Aegon grabbed his arm, pulling him away from his thoughts of Y/n.

“Brother, let me introduce you to Katie,” Aegon said, his tone far too cheerful for Aemond’s liking.

Aemond’s irritation deepened. Has he decided that he won’t let me meet my soulmate ever? he thought, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Delighted,” he replied coolly, his voice dripping with formality as he turned to face Katie. She stood there in a dress that left little to the imagination, her hair perfectly styled, but to Aemond, she was nothing compared to Y/n. He couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust wash over him. She doesn’t even hold a candle to Y/n, he thought bitterly.

“How can I help you, Miss Katie?” Aemond asked, his tone distant and uninviting.

“Maybe you two can find love together,” Aegon chimed in with a mischievous wink, clearly enjoying the situation.

Aemond’s patience wore thin. “Find love? Please,” he scoffed. “I have no interest in pursuing something so… trivial.”

Katie leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against Aemond’s tie, a calculated move to seduce him. “Oh, come on, Aemond. You’re quite the catch. Why not have a little fun?”

He stepped back, his expression hardening. “Do not touch me,” he snapped, his cold gaze fixed on her. “You’re clearly not worth my time.”

Katie’s smile faltered, but Aegon only laughed, clearly entertained. “You’re just playing hard to get,” he teased.

“I’m not interested in games,” Aemond said, cutting through the banter. “Especially not with someone who doesn’t know the meaning of modesty.” He turned on his heel, leaving them both behind as he stormed away, his mind consumed with thoughts of Y/n.

The last thing he needed was to be distracted by the likes of Katie. All he wanted was to be with the woman who truly mattered.As Aemond stepped outside the grand estate, the night air hit him like a cold splash of water, but it was nothing compared to the jolt he felt when he spotted Y/n. She was climbing into a car, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the headlights. The sight struck him like a punch to the gut.

Not again, he thought, his heart sinking. It felt like watching sand slip through his fingers, a fleeting moment he could never grasp. His soulmate, his only chance at love, was leaving him again.

He knew that small things had never come easy for him—his family, his reputation, his very existence had always been marked by struggle. Why would something as precious as Y/n be any different? But this time, he was determined. No one could take her away from him. Not the gods, not fate itself.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he stood tall on the driveway, watching the car pull away. He felt a new sense of resolve washing over him, a fierce protectiveness igniting within.

“I will find you, Y/n,” he murmured to himself, his voice steady and low. “You’re mine now.”

With that thought, Aemond turned on his heel, the shadows of the night swirling around him, a silent promise etched in his heart. The challenge ahead no longer felt daunting; it felt exhilarating. He was ready to face whatever came his way, ready to fight for the love he had never dared to believe he could possess.As Aemond made his way back through the estate, he found Helaena waiting for him, leaning against a marble pillar with a knowing smile on her lips. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she watched him approach.

“Well, well,” she began, her voice teasing. “It looks like someone enjoyed the music tonight. And here I thought you hated these events.”

Aemond tried to play it cool, but his discomfort was evident. “The music was... fine,” he replied, his tone deliberately neutral.

“Just fine?” Helaena raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “I saw the way you were looking at her, Aemond. You were practically mesmerized. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so focused on anything that wasn’t a battle strategy or your horse.”

Aemond frowned, trying to deflect. “I was merely appreciating the artistry. Y/n’s an exceptionally talented pianist.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Helaena teased, stepping closer, her smile widening. “I’m not blind, brother. You were completely captivated by her, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you followed her with your eyes the entire evening.”

“She’s... interesting,” Aemond admitted, though his voice was guarded. “But it’s not what you think.”

“Oh, really?” Helaena tilted her head, feigning innocence. “So you weren’t just now at the stables, watching her feed sugar cubes to Vhagar? I’m sure it was purely coincidental that you ended up there at the same time.”

Aemond’s lips pressed into a thin line as he realized how transparent he’d been. “I didn’t plan it.”

“Sure, you didn’t,” Helaena said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Come on, Aemond, you can be honest with me. It’s obvious there’s something more here. You looked like you were about to challenge anyone who got too close to her.”

Aemond sighed, knowing there was no use trying to fool his sister. “She... she might be someone special,” he admitted reluctantly.

Helaena’s smile softened, her teasing giving way to genuine curiosity. “Is she your soulmate?”

Aemond hesitated for a moment before nodding, his expression conflicted. “Yes, she is. But Helaena, please don’t tell anyone. It’s too soon, and there are... complications.”

Helaena’s eyes widened with delight at the revelation, but she quickly composed herself, nodding in agreement. “Your secret’s safe with me, Aemond. But you know, I might want something in return.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, knowing his sister was merely teasing him. “What do you want?”

“Maybe your black card to use for a day,” she said with a sly grin, expecting him to hesitate.

To her astonishment, Aemond reached into his pocket and handed her his black card without a second thought.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. “She doesn’t even know you, and you’re already so whipped...”

Aemond rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You can have the card, but keep the secret.”

Helaena laughed, tucking the card into her pocket. “Deal. But don’t think I’m letting you off that easily. We’ll talk more about this later.”

As she walked away, Aemond shook his head, amused by his sister’s antics. Despite her teasing, he knew she would keep his secret safe. Still, her words lingered in his mind—he was already willing to give up anything for Y/n, and she didn’t even know who he was yet. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead, determined to claim his soulmate and keep her safe, no matter the cost.

In the dimly lit room of the Targaryen estate, the atmosphere was one of luxury and routine. Helaena was carefully inspecting the pieces of black market jewelry that had arrived earlier that day, taking hertime to select the finest items before the rest were sold off. Aegon lounged lazily on the couch, his attention more on his phone than on the glittering array of diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds before him.

Aemond, on the other hand, sat in a chair by the window, a file open in his lap. He made a half-hearted attempt to read through it, but his mind was elsewhere, occupied by thoughts of Y/n—the way she looked, the way she played the piano, the way her presence seemed to fill every room she was in.

Helaena, ever the observant sister, noticed Aemond’s distraction. She glanced over at him, her lips curling into a sly smile as an idea formed in her mind. Picking up a small sapphire brooch, she held it up to the light, examining the way the deep blue stone caught the rays of the afternoon sun.

“Say, brother,” Helaena called out, her tone light and teasing as she turned the brooch over in her hand, “What do you think of this one?”

Aemond barely looked up from his file, his response automatic. “It’s fine,” he muttered, clearly not paying attention.

Helaena wasn’t about to let him off that easily. “Fine?” she repeated, feigning surprise. “Just fine? But look at the color, Aemond. It’s a sapphire, like your eye.”

Aemond finally looked up, narrowing his eye at her. He could sense the teasing lilt in her voice, but before he could respond, Helaena continued.

“You know,” she said, her tone now more thoughtful, “Brooches are often worn by musicians. They like to keep things simple, elegant... understated. You can see a lot of them with something just like this on their lapel or their dress.”

Aemond’s fingers tightened around the file in his lap, but he said nothing. Helaena, however, was relentless.

“It’s such a subtle piece,” she went on, holding it up against her dress and turning to show Alicent, who nodded approvingly. “Perfect for someone who enjoys music—someone who plays it so beautifully. Don’t you think?”

Aegon, half-listening to the conversation, glanced up from his phone and snorted. “Who cares about a brooch, Helaena? If Aemond really wants to impress someone, he should just go all out and buy them a damn tiara or something.”

Helaena shot Aegon a withering look before turning her attention back to Aemond, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Sometimes, it’s the little things that matter most. The thoughtful gestures. Like choosing a brooch that perfectly matches someone’s style, their personality... their talents.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched as he finally met Helaena’s gaze, the corners of his mouth pulling into a tight line. “What exactly are you getting at, Helaena?”

She shrugged innocently, though her eyes gleamed with amusement. “Oh, nothing at all, dear brother. I’m just saying that some people—especially musicians—appreciate simplicity. It shows that you notice the little things about them. That you care.”

Aemond’s thoughts immediately turned to Y/n, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she would indeed like something like the brooch Helaena was holding. Something understated, but meaningful. A gesture that showed he had been paying attention to the details that made her who she was.

Helaena watched as the gears turned in Aemond’s mind, satisfied that she had successfully planted the idea. She placed the brooch down on the table, casually picking up another piece of jewelry—a delicate diamond necklace this time—and continued with her inspection, pretending to lose interest in the conversation. But not before adding one last, carefully placed comment.

“Of course,” she said, turning the necklace over in her hand, “If you’re not sure what someone likes, you could always ask them... or, better yet, pay close attention to what they wear. Musicians, for instance, have a certain style. But then again, I’m sure you already know that, don’t you, Aemond?”

Aemond’s gaze lingered on the brooch as he processed Helaena’s words. He knew she was teasing him, but there was also truth in what she said. Y/n did have a style—a grace that was reflected in everything she did. And perhaps, just perhaps, a thoughtful gesture like the one Helaena was hinting at would be a step in the right direction.

His lips curled into a faint smirk as he returned his attention to the file in his lap, but not before throwing a quick, appreciative glance at his sister. Helaena had always been able to see right through him, and while her teasing could be relentless, she often had a way of guiding him in the right direction—whether he liked it or not.

“Thanks, Helaena,” he said, his tone begrudging but genuine.

“Anytime, brother,” she replied with a wink. “Just don’t forget to get me something nice the next time a consignment comes in.”

Aegon looked up from his phone, raising an eyebrow at the ongoing conversation between Helaena and Aemond. He had been half-listening, but now his curiosity was piqued. "What is with you and musicians all of a sudden, Helaena?" he asked, his tone laced with mild irritation. "So musicians wear brooches. Big deal. Who cares?"

Helaena didn’t look up from the necklace she was inspecting. "It's not just about the brooch, Aegon," she said patiently, though her eyes twinkled with amusement. "It's about the thought behind it. Musicians appreciate subtle, elegant things that reflect their craft."

Aegon rolled his eyes, still not seeing the point. "Okay, but why are we talking about musicians? Who even cares about that? It's just jewelry."

Helaena finally looked up, giving him a sly smile. "Oh, I don't know, Aegon. Maybe someone around here has taken an interest in musicians lately. Or perhaps... in one musician in particular."

Aegon blinked, completely missing the insinuation. "A musician? What are you talking about? Who's a musician?"

Helaena sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if disappointed in Aegon’s lack of perception. "Really, Aegon? You can’t piece it together? It's not that hard."

Aegon frowned, his confusion deepening. "Okay, so who is it? Who’s the musician? Is it someone we know?"

Helaena exchanged a quick glance with Aemond, who remained stoic and silent, his face betraying nothing. "Let's just say," Helaena continued, "that someone we know might be more interested in a musician than they’re letting on."

Aegon squinted, trying to connect the dots. "Someone we know... interested in a musician..." He glanced between Aemond and Helaena, searching their faces for clues. "Wait, is it someone from the party last night? Is it... no, that doesn't make sense... Who could it be?"

Helaena let out a light laugh, clearly enjoying her brother’s struggle to figure things out. "Oh, Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you’re deliberately obtuse or if it just comes naturally."

Aegon huffed, feeling frustrated and slightly embarrassed. "You’re just messing with me, aren’t you? There’s no musician, is there?"

Helaena smiled sweetly at him. "Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. But you’re right about one thing, Aegon."

Aegon perked up, hoping for a clear answer. "Yeah? What’s that?"

"Brooches really don’t suit you," Helaena said with a teasing grin, her tone playful.

Aegon groaned in exasperation, giving up entirely. "You know what, Helaena? You’re impossible." He stood up, deciding it wasn’t worth trying to decipher whatever cryptic conversation his siblings were having. "I’m out of here. You two can keep your weird secrets."

As Aegon turned to leave, Helaena waved him off, still smiling. "Bye, Aegon! Don’t worry, maybe one day you’ll figure it out."

Aemond watched Aegon go, his expression neutral, though a faint hint of amusement lingered in his eye. Once Aegon was out of earshot, Helaena turned to Aemond, her playful demeanor softening. "He really is clueless sometimes, isn’t he?"

Aemond simply nodded, appreciating how Helaena had managed to keep the conversation veiled just enough to protect his secret. He owed her for that.As Aegon finally disappeared from the room, Helaena turned her attention back to the sapphire brooch she had been holding. The gemstone gleamed under the soft light, its deep blue color mirroring the shade of Aemond's remaining eye. She held it up for Aemond to see, her expression shifting from playful to thoughtful.

"She might like this one," Helaena said softly, her voice carrying a tenderness that only she could manage. "Maybe not right now, but whenever you feel the time is right."

Aemond's gaze fell on the brooch, the sapphire catching his attention. He reached out, taking it from her hand, turning it over gently as if already imagining it in Y/n’s possession. "It’s beautiful," he murmured, his tone more reflective than he intended.

Helaena watched him closely, her eyes full of understanding. "It matches your eye, you know," she pointed out with a small smile. "It’s like a piece of you that you can give to her."

Aemond looked up at his sister, his stoic demeanor softening for a moment. "You really think she’d like it?"

Helaena nodded, her smile widening. "I think she’ll love it. She appreciates things that have meaning behind them, not just the sparkle. This brooch... it’s more than just a pretty accessory. It’s a symbol. Of you. Of how you feel."

Aemond considered her words, the weight of them settling in his chest. He knew Helaena was right. Y/n wasn’t someone who was swayed by material wealth or grand gestures. She valued sincerity, and this brooch, with its deep, meaningful hue, seemed like the perfect way to express something he couldn’t quite put into words yet.

"Thank you," Aemond said quietly, his gratitude evident in his voice.

Helaena gave a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don’t have to thank me, brother. Just… make sure you take care of her. She’s special. I can tell."

Aemond nodded, slipping the brooch into his pocket as if he were already safeguarding something precious. "I will," he promised, his voice firm with conviction.

Helaena reached out and squeezed his hand gently. "I know you will. Whenever you’re ready to give it to her, it’ll be perfect. Just trust yourself."

Aemond met her gaze, the connection between them strong and unspoken. With a final nod, he let the brooch settle in his pocket, knowing that when the time was right, it would find its way to the one who was meant to wear it.Y/n sat at a small café with her friends, the warm afternoon sun casting a gentle glow over their table. They had gathered for their usual weekend catch-up, but today, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn. Her friends were buzzing with curiosity, and she could sense their excitement.

“So, tell us everything!” Sarah leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “How was the Targaryen party? I heard it was beyond lavish.”

Y/n smiled, stirring her tea thoughtfully. “It was… definitely something,” she began, trying to keep her tone casual. But even as she spoke, memories of the night flooded back—the grandeur of the estate, the elegance of the event, and of course, the enigmatic presence of Aemond Targaryen.

“And what about Aemond Targaryen?” Lydia chimed in, her voice low and conspiratorial. “We’ve heard so many rumors about him. Is he as intimidating as they say?”

Y/n paused, carefully choosing her words. “He has a very commanding presence, that’s for sure. But I didn’t really speak to him much,” she lied, not ready to reveal just how much the Targaryen prince had occupied her thoughts since the party.

“Oh, come on, Y/n!” Sarah nudged her playfully. “You must have noticed something about him. Is he as cold as they say? Or is there more to him?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s… well, let’s just say he’s a bit of a mystery. I didn’t spend enough time around him to really get a sense of what he’s like.”

Her friends exchanged glances, clearly not satisfied with her vague response. “You’re holding out on us,” Lydia teased. “But seriously, was there anything interesting about the party? It must have been incredible.”

Y/n nodded, eager to shift the focus away from Aemond. “The party was beautiful, really. The Targaryen estate is even more impressive in person—massive chandeliers, marble floors, everything you’d imagine and more. And the people there… they were all so elegant, like something out of a movie.”

“But did anything stand out?” Sarah pressed.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly as a memory surfaced. “Well, there was something… or rather, someone. There was this horse in the stables, a magnificent black stallion named Vhagar. He was absolutely stunning—strong, proud, and surprisingly gentle. I got to feed him some sugar cubes.”

Her friends listened with wide eyes, clearly enthralled by the image she painted. “A black stallion named Vhagar? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel!” Lydia exclaimed.

Y/n nodded, feeling a strange warmth at the memory of the moment. “He was really something. And despite his size, he was so sweet. I couldn’t help but giggle at how he kept nudging me for more sugar cubes.”

Sarah sighed dreamily. “That sounds amazing. But still, Y/n, you have to admit, Aemond Targaryen is the most interesting part of this story.”

Y/n shrugged, trying to keep her voice light. “He’s… well, he’s definitely intriguing. But honestly, the whole party was just so grand and opulent. It was hard not to be overwhelmed by it all.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Y/n’s attempt to downplay her interest. “I get the feeling you’re not telling us everything, but I suppose we’ll let it slide—for now.”

Y/n laughed, grateful for the shift in tone. “Maybe I’m just still processing everything. It was a lot to take in, you know?”

Her friends nodded, finally letting the topic drop, but Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Aemond Targaryen had left a much bigger impression on her than she was willing to admit.

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Aemond and Alys

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•Warnings: p in v, an*al, smut, taking of sexual themes, toxic relationship, domestic abuse, dubcon, Alys.•

Modern!Aemond x Modern!Alys

“If you weren’t that much of a freak, I would actually spend some time with you.” Alys shouts at him.

It was rare to see Alys shouting, or angry at all. She was always composed, calm.

Aemond knew she was the perfect woman in appearance. Just in that. In three years of relationship with her, he had been able to be happy only the first month. Maybe.

She approached him first, he was out in a club with his brother, Aegon. He only agreed to come just to make him shut up after his complaints that he never had fun in his life.

Aegon was dancing, trying to approach any kind of human being, as he was sitting at the bar, sipping his water, annoyed. He saw Alys get closer, her makeup perfect, her dark brown eyes fixed on him, her long lashes only intensifying her gaze, her red stained lips curved in a flirtatious smile, as she came closer swaying her hips. She was wearing a dark green dress, with a low cleavage and its skirt long to her knees. Her curves were perfectly accentuated, Aemond was just enchanted. it was obvious she was older, but after a first glance at her, he didn’t care. She was beautiful, perfect. Aemond felt his cock twitch at her sight. He groaned and went back to look at his glass of water, when he felt Alys’s hand on his thigh.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

She had been his first experience with everything. She taught him how to treat a woman in bed, she changed his way of dressing, he told him to grow his hair. She made him a man, that’s what she always said. She basically made him move to her house. She was sweet, caring, and present. He wanted her to meet his parents, he wanted her to be part of his life forever. She always refused to be a bigger part of his life, she said it was too soon. Aemond knew it, he did, but he just loved her. She was his first love, his first kiss. The first person to actually appreciate him despite the ugly scar on his face.

Aemond’s mother's concerns grew with time, and having Aegon helping him out did not reassure her.

Then, he really met Alys. 

Alys who goes out even if he doesn’t want to, Alys who disappear for a whole day, Alys that only comes to him for sex.

Alys who manipulated him.

Tonight was just one of the same shitty arguments they kept having. Alys went out, to dance, she said, but Aemond knew. He knew. He didn’t have the proof but he was sure, and he hated it. She hated that she had gone off to someone else when he was waiting for her in her house. He hated her. He was addicted to her, he loved her. He hated her.

He quickly walked to her, as she stepped out of her heels, Grabbing her wrist tightly, and tugging her towards him. He had grown over the years. He was taller than her, when she was not wearing heels. She stumbled and almost fell at his harsh movement.

“What the hell do yo-” She was angry, her face was getting wrinkles around her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t you dare speak to me like this.” He growls, his face close to hers. She chuckled. She fucking chuckled at his face. Amused by his anger.

“Oh, you think you are such a big, grown man, don't you?” She laughed. “You are-” 

He squeezed her cheek in his hand before she could finish her sentence. Before she could fuck his mind even more. He was tired. He was angry. He felt humiliated.

“Are you stupid or what? Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Whore.” He let go of her wrist and he threw her away by the grip he had on her face. Alys stumbled and looked at him confused. He never spoke to her like that. He never raised a hand on her, not even slightly, if it was not for sex. He never used that tone with her. All Aemond knew was that he was angry. So fucking angry.

“What do you think you are doing?” He warned him, but this time, he was the one to almost laugh. He walked towards her as she kept stepping back, She looked almost… afraid? Aemond didn’t even know she could be afraid of something. She was always sure of everything. He liked this. He liked it a lot. He smirked as he grabbed her by her neck, forcing her to follow his lead, as he brought her into her bedroom.

“You’ve been using me for months now. For years probably. Now I get it. You’re only good to fuck.” He pushed her back as he let go of her neck. She slapped him soon after. It wasn’t the first time Alys hit him. He never reacted to it, usually just stepping back and leaving. This will not be the case.

“You son of a bitch. You should be grateful for what I gave you. You should lick my feet for even having had sex with you, especially because of your ugly fa-” Again, Alys couldn’t finish her phrase. Aemond already had his hand back on her neck as he kept squeezing, tighter and tighter. Alys’s looks at him, her face slowly turning red as she looks at him in disbelief as she keeps clawing at his arm and kicking her legs. He stayed like this just a second more, then he threw her on the bed, as she gasped for air, he took her ankles pulling her back at him and raised her skirt.

“Wha- Aemond!? What do you-” He grabbed her silk chemise and ripped it open, making pop up all the buttons, as he stared at her big breast in her nice lingerie. He puts his hand on her breast, massaging it aggressively.

“Is this what you like, uh? Who’s the fucking freak, whore?” He slapped her breast. He remembered every disgusting thing she liked, every little detail she had told him. He knew he liked this, he knew she liked those disgusting things she was doing to her. He wanted to throw up. She whimpered and she dig her perfectly manicured nails in his arm as he grasped his breast again.

“Aemond, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” She screamed but he just laughed. He laughed at how fake Alys was. Now, with her lipstik ruined and her hair messy, she looked more like… a witch. 

“You won’t. You know why?” Aemond unzipped his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers just enough to take out his cock and give it a few pumps. “Because you’re a fucking whore. You’d do anything for a promise of another fuck with me.” He growled as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her even closer, shoving her panties to the side. “Because no one-” He aligned his cock as Alys kept trying to squirm away from him on the bed, but he managed to thrust inside, in one single motion till the end. She moaned, she was wet. She fucking liked this. “-Knows how to treat you-” He started trusting hard and rough, basically using her body as he fucking wanted. He slapped her hips and he harshly pulled her hair, making her lean her head back. “-better than I do, uh?” He slapped her face. “You’re a fucking slut. Nothing more.” She moaned out loud as she clenched her hands on the covers beside her head.

“Fuck- Just- ah - Just like that, baby- Yes!” Aemond sped up his thrusts even more, grabbing her ass and lifting her waist from the bed, as he kept moving her like a sex toy. He didn’t care anymore, he was so tired, so angry and he felt just a stupid for even believing her all this time. He wasted years of his life, when she was just using him, using his feelings for her own pleasure. He gripped her ass tighter and he slapped her repeatedly, until his own head was burning. She just kept moaning, trying to move to meet her his thrusts.

“You’re disgusting. A useless woman, no more than a fucking sex toy.” He felt his feelings for her die, everything just turned into anger. He kept just thrusting harder, faster, chasing his relief. He closed his eye and tried to exclude everything from her. Her sounds, her smell, her voice. He groaned as he kept moving his cock in and out, he looked down at what he was doing to her, but he could still see her face. He pulled out, making her whine for her loss, and he turned her on her stomach. He took his cock in his hand, moving the tip from her entrance to her back.

“What are you waiting for? I thought you said you’re a man.” She mocked him with that spiteful tone of hers.

“You never know when to shut that fucking mouth, do you?” He growled, as he kept looking down at his cock and her ass.

“I’ll make you shut up.” He spat on his cock, and he started to force his cock inside that puckered hole of hers.

“What- Aemond! Wha- AH!” She cried out loud, trying to escape him, grabbing the covers of the bed to crawl away, but he was stronger than her, and he kept her still as he kept forcing his cock in her ass. He almost moaned at how much she was tight. She kept whining and crying out.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” He growled. He leant forward and pushed her head down as he forced his cock completely inside. He let out a grunt of satisfaction as he leaned back up, as he slowly started thrusting, keeping up the pace just as long as he wouldn’t be able to go faster.

“Aem-Aemond- fuck - careful, it hurts…” She cries out with grunts of struggling. He doesn’t listen, he doesn’t want to hear her again, he wants to fucking destroy her. He starts speeding up, feeling his orgasm close, and he just let himself go, fucking her uncontrollably, like a hungry beast, as she keep whining louder. Then he finally cummed. He groaned out loud and filled her ass with his seed. She didn’t cum but he didn’t care. Not this time. He just wanted to get out of there and forget all about her. He takes a deep breath and pulls out, going into the bathroom to wash himself. When he went back outside to her bedroom, she was still laying there.

“I’ve packed. We’re done.”

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[yanderes-galore]

Just curious, what would a yandere concept of Aegon II Targaryen be like?

Oh boy! I can't wait to write him pathetic. Be warned of mature themes, this is AEGON II after all.

Yandere! Aegon II Targaryen Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Trauma/Issues with attachment, Neglect, Intimacy/Sex mentioned (Not in detail, but this IS Aegon-), Hedonism, Drinking, Violence, Death, Medieval themes, Possible Targcest (Aegon + Helaena) mention, Affairs, Possessive behavior, Kissing/Biting, Delusional behavior, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Aegon is a man who never wanted to be king.

He's hedonistic, he'd rather attend parties, bed women, and drink excessively.

He's nearly always drunk and is often very acquainted with the maids.

Even as king, he neglects his wife except for heirs and mingles with others.

Part of me thinks this is because Alicent, his mother, didn't entirely show him any support.

Aegon seems like he acts very dominant and controlling, but with his obsession he becomes putty in their hands the moment they show they care.

Aegon's obsession would have been his first love, someone who didn't see him for his title but himself.

Honestly, the man probably just needs a loyal friend who isn't his younger brother or dreamer sister.

You could be a servant or another royal that has taken an interest in him and decided to speak with him.

Now I'd be lying if I said Aegon didn't try (and possibly succeeded) in sleeping with you.

Although, you weren't like any other person to him.

You really were someone he could have a connection with, the intimacy was just a bonus.

Aegon becomes smitten with his darling.

His darling just sees him as a friend they've experimented with, but Aegon loves the connection you have too much even as a young prince he's planning marriage.

However... his mother would never allow it.

He's to marry Helaena and that's that.

Even when he does go through with it, his gaze never leaves you.

As king he'd either make you his personal servant or part of his court depending on your status.

Aegon likes to keep his obsession close, always has since he was a young man.

In front of others and sometimes in private he seems controlling, flirtatious, and overbearing.

He is... but when he calls you to him in private, he can take a massive switch in attitude.

Sometimes he pulls you into his lap to hold you, sometimes he just wants to lean against you...

The softest touch from his obsession leaves him wanting more, be it caressing his cheek or kissing his lips.

Your relationship is... dubious.

Do you do this with him because you love him and want to support him?

Or are you just listening to your king?

Despite me seeing Aegon fall into the pathetic yandere category at times, he can be scary and intimidating.

Piss him off and he will not hesitate to execute the one who's near his beloved.

He would much rather have you as his partner than Helaena.

His current wife is just out of duty.

But you? You're his love... you have been since you were both young.

However, if he can't have you in marriage... he'll have you in other ways.

Affairs are not new with Aegon.

No, at this point Helaena is used to it.

He's with so many other partners, but none as much as you.

With you, he doesn't just want sex, he wants a connection.

Sure, he can go about and screw any other person, but even then he likes to pretend they're you when you're not around.

Aegon is possessive, often pulling you in private with him to kiss your neck and whisper about how you're his and always will be.

Sometimes he even nips you, grinning once he hears the cute gasp you make.

He knows what he wants, as king, he should get what he wants.

He often expresses disappointment at the fact he can't have you as his spouse.

So instead he hides himself in fantasies, pretending you and him are together... once again neglecting his wife.

Even when you try to snap him out of it and beg him to just see you as an ally, he shakes his head.

Why should he listen to you?

He's king, if he wants you as his... he'll get what he wants.

Aegon is a spoiled brat, let's be honest.

He wants nothing more than to drink, screw, and have you.

Even though he's vulnerable with you, he will not be a push over.

Aegon seems like someone who would have you in his lap often, regardless on if anyone sees.

If someone has a problem with it, he'll have them removed.

If anyone flirted with you, Aegon himself would cut off their head... or have Aemond do it.

Even as the world collapses around him during The Dance of The Dragons, he keeps you snug against him.

You even try to apologize to Helaena, saying you never wanted this to happen.

She doesn't blame you, she knows her husband...

Although she does pity the obsession he has over you.

After all, you're probably the one person Aegon takes his job seriously with.

Aegon often offers you a drink with him, you're often in his bed eventually, and he is touchy.

Aegon craves connection...

With you, he thinks he gets to have that for once.

He seems to have some sort of attachment issue, especially as the war rages on.

Even when he's mangled by Rhaenys and Meleys, even when he loses one of his children, he doesn't stop clinging to you.

Aegon will find a way to keep you in his grasp until he is eventually assassinated.

You're one of the only ones who mean something to him...

Only his death will pry you from the usurper's clutches.

"Don't you DARE leave me... I can't bear to see you go...!"

[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 1: Lavender Haze.

A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Fem!Reader.

Summary: After an exhausting search, you finally seemed to find the perfect apartment, though you didn't expect to find three handsome guys living in it.

TW/Tags: mentions of cheating, cursing, mentions of sex(?, and that's it... i think.

Author's Note: here it is, the new girl au. it's prob going to be a long series bc i want to make justice to the slow burn of the tv show, so... i think this will have at least 15-20 chapters, lmao. they'll be short, tho, so it won't be too much. thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it!!💕

Word Count: 2.5k

NEXT PART

The intensity of his lavender haze met yours in an eye contact that lasted just a few seconds, but it was enough to make you stutter your first words. The guy in front of you cleared his throat, licked his lips and ran his hands through his silver locks before a charming smile appeared on his handsome face. A deep breath escaped you, before you smiled back at him in a less flirtatious and rather polite manner. 

He leaned over the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looked up and down at you, the file between your hands soon became victim of your sudden nervousness as your fingertips started to play with the corners of it. You felt the urge to turn around and escape, thinking that you might find another apartment that will be almost as perfect as this… but something within you made you stay.

“Hi,” you spoke first, softly and kindly, “is Jace here?”

“Who’s asking?” He asked back, arching his blond eyebrows and looking at the file in your hands.

“I’m y/n… I saw the ad online that said you were looking for a roommate,” you took a pause, waiting to see some reaction of realization on him, but you received no answer. “Jace told me to come today.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember hearing something about that this morning,” he nodded slowly, clicking his tongue before he stepped aside. Inevitably, you pecked through the space to the ample space behind him, and you couldn’t help but to love it. “Come in,” he said, “Jace and Aemond went to buy some food but you can come and wait inside.”

You blinked a few times, “Aemond?” 

“Yeah, he’s my brother, he lives here too,” he explained as you slowly stepped into the apartment and sighed. The intense smell of incense reached your nose while you looked around.

“Wait,” you turned to see him, “so there’s three guys living here?” 

“There were four of us, but our baby bro went to study abroad, and we need someone to help with the bills and all that shit…”

“Oh,” you simply said.

“Is that a problem for you?” 

He stood in front of you as you pressed your lips in a thin line. Then, you took the time to consider the options you had; live with three young guys you have never seen before, or return to your best friend’s house, who lived with her very-sexually-active boyfriend. It was one thing or the other, and the right answer was in front of you.

You shook your head, sighing as you purse your lips. “Nope,” you told him, “not a problem at all.”

“Great,” he said, “now, would you like a tour around the apartment while we wait?” 

“Sure!” You answered excitedly, a wide smile appearing in your face.

“I’m Aegon, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You replied with the same tone as before.

Aegon chuckled, “yeah, I know, you already told me. Now, come on, I’ll show you around.”

He tilted his head to sign the direction in which you had to walk. It was a small hallway that had five doors; three of them were rooms, one of them was the bathroom, and the last one was a tiny room that had the washing machine and the dryer. Once you reached the empty room, you looked around with dreamy eyes as you thought it was just perfect for you; the closet was huge, it had a lot of light for your plants and the space was more than enough for a king size bed. You started to dream awake, and, without even knowing the rest of the guys who lived there, you began to think about ways to decorate the space that could become your new room.

You looked at the door, where Aegon was standing, and you could not hide the enormous smile that appeared in your visage. He, on the other hand, remained serious, quiet, almost as if he was unsure of having you there. 

“This is amazing,” you said, “it’s so big!”

Aegon pressed his lips trying to suppress a smirk, for his dirty mind thought about the double meaning of your words.

“It is big,” he nodded. You didn’t hear the mockery in his voice.

“Are there other candidates?” You stepped a bit closer to him, “or am I the only one?”

“Uh… yesterday a guy came, but neither of us liked him.” 

“Why?”

“He was not what we were looking for,” he shrugged.

The main door was opened, and Aegon quickly turned to walk outside the room and into the hallway. Soon, two male voices were heard along with the sound of bags and keys falling onto a table. You peeked outside the room, leaning enough to see across the hall, finding two guys in the living room; one had long, soft-looking, silver hair, while the other had short and dark brown hair. You immediately recognized the brunette as Jace, the guy with whom you talked about the apartment. 

Aegon cleared his throat and soon the two pairs of eyes were looking at you. Aemond frowned, rolling his eyes with annoyance as he sighed.

“I told you not to bring them home today, Aegon,” he said sternly, “Lucerys will arrive soon and we don’t want him to see your profanity.”

It was inevitable for you not to frown, confused –and a bit offended– by his words, even though you were not entirely sure of what they truly meant. What you were certain of is that, by the look on his face, he did not want to see you there, which actually made you feel a bit bad. Aegon remained silent.

Jacaerys squinted his eyes as if he was trying to search for something in you –some clue about your identity, perhaps–, and a few seconds later his mouth was shaped in a circle as he saw who you were. His eyes widened and he pushed Aemond slightly, making a not-so-subtle gesture that you were quite able to perceive. He immediately realized what was going on and his eye looked at you with an apologetic stare.

“She’s not mine,” Aegon said, “I found her outside our door.”

“Don’t talk about her like a cat,” Jacaerys said, walking towards you. “Hi, I’m Jace, it’s good to finally meet you.”

“Same thing,” you replied politely, stepping out of the room. He stretched his arm to reach your hand and shake it.

“Come, let’s go to the living room so we can talk more comfortably.” 

You followed his steps, walking back into the living area. The smell of the recently bought Chinese food reached your nose and made your stomach growl. You tried to play it down as you sat in a comfortable chair right in front of the couch where the three men sat. Your hands were resting on your knees as you sighed, looking back and forth at his faces who were concentratedly staring at you. Jacaerys tilted his head, as if he was expecting you to say something first but you just remained silent. 

Aegon laid back, his arm hanging in the back of the couch as he clicked his tongue, seeming kind of bored, and before you could say something, Jace spoke,

“So, why are you looking for a new apartment?” He asked you, “are you new in town?”

Oh Gods, you thought. Now it was the time to tell them the humiliating story that brought you to this place, that made you look for a new home in order to move on. You opened your mouth, trying to force the words out of your mouth but they insisted on being trapped in your throat. You chuckled, a breathy laugh that showed your shame before you were able to speak.

“Weell…” you said, lengthening the syllable as you stared a t your hands, avoiding any kind of eye contact, “uhm… it’s- it’s actually a fun story,” you nodded, “I went to a trip abroad with my best friend, and when I returned… Uh… I found out that my- my boyfriend was kinda cheating on me.” 

A silence. The three guys stared at each other, and then Aegon was the first to talk.

“What do you mean with ‘kinda’?” He asked, “did he only put his tip on or-?”

“Aegon,” Aemond scolded him, “that’s not a fucking nice thing to say, the girl had just being cheated on. Have some respect.”

“She said ‘kinda’,” he shrugged, “I want to know what that means!”

“He fully cheated on me,” you explained.

Aegon nodded, “so that means he put his whole dick on-”

“Jar!” Jace shouted, “five coins, now.”

He rolled his eyes as he started to search for the golden coins in his pockets. Once he found them, he grabbed a jar in one of the small tables beside the couch. You squinted trying to read what the white tape around it said, and after a lot of effort —because the calligraphy was far from being neat— you managed to identify the words 'Douchebag Jar' written on the tape. You pressed your lips, holding back a chuckle; the jar was already half way filled.

“I’m sorry for that,” the brunette said, “and I’m sorry for what happened with your boyfriend.” 

“It’s okay.” You said softly. 

“So, are you currently working?” Aemond stepped into the conversation. 

“I am,” you said proudly, “it’s my first year as a teacher, so, yes, I am working.”

"That's good," Jacaerys smiled, genuinely, "do you have any pets?" 

“Used to have a cat,” you said, “but just like my boyfriend he found another owner and left me with nothing but memories.” 

“That’s depressing,” Aemond said. Jace gave him a bad look.

“Uh, are you guys siblings?” you asked, curiously, “it’s just that I’ve never seen people with white hair and now there’s two of you…”

"Just us," said Aemond, pointing to Aegon. "Jace is our nephew, but we accepted him because he helps us with the rent."

“I can help you with that too!” you joked, but none of them laughed. 

“Listen, we have to discuss our final decision, alright?” Jace said, “give us a couple of minutes. Guys, let’s go.”

Jacaerys excused himself, smiling as politely as he had been. You took a deep breath as they stood up and left the living room, walking towards a room at the end of the hall, which, thanks to the tour Aegon gave you around the place, you knew was the bathroom. 

Jace locked the door behind him, and immediately turned to look at his uncles, shaking his head. 

"Nope," Aemond muttered, "absolutely not."

"Why?" Jace asked, rolling his eyes, "she has a good income, in two years she will be earning more money than all of us."

"She's a girl!" Aemond said.

"So?" The brunette arched his eyebrow. 

"Aegon has the hormones of a fourteen year old," he screamed in a whisper, "if you get a girl in here, we'll have to find a bigger Douchebag Jar."

"I think Aegon is old enough to control his primal urges," Jacaerys defended him. 

"Is he, Jace? Is he?" 

"She's a good candidate," He defended you, "we might not have another candidate as good as her."

"The next candidate can be a man!" Aemond said. "Did you see the way he was staring at her? He was eating her with his eyes!" 

"He won't do anything, he'll know how to control himself," Jace told him, "he can behave."

"Why are you talking about me as if I'm not here?" Aegon interrupted the conversation, crossed arms in his chest as he leaned against the wall, "Look, I'm not going to fuck her if that's what worries you. We need the money, so…"

"So keep it in your pants," Jace finished his sentence, speaking sternly. It almost sounded like a threat. 

"I'll keep it in my pants," Aegon shrugged, "it ain't that hard."

"Promise it.”

Aegon frowned, "what?" 

"Promise that you won't try to- to…" Jacaerys struggled to say the last word without blushing. 

"Fuck her," Aemond finished. 

"What if she is the one that comes to me, huh? What then?" 

Jace scoffed, "please, Aegon, she seems like a smart girl. She won't do such a foolish thing."

Aegon looked at his nephew with a bitter stare, seeming a bit offended. However, he remained quiet, for he knew there was some truth in his mocking words. 

"Alright," he sighed, spitting in his hand and stretching his arm, "I promise I will never fuck the new girl. Let my cock fall off if it happens."

"Good," Jacaerys said, repeating the actions of the eldest and grabbing his wet hand, shaking it slowly. 

"Gross," Aemond muttered, disgusted. 

"So," Jace said, "shall we give her the news?" 

The three men stared at each other, and then, they nodded. Aegon was the first one to walk towards the door, grabbing the handle and opening it so fast that you barely had time to run away. He widened his eyes as you blushed, embarrassed for the position in which they had found you. 

You slowly took a step back, scratching the nape of your neck as you stared at your shoes, once again avoiding the stare of those three handsome guys. However, after hearing their final answer, you were trying so hard to suppress the giant smile that was threatening to appear on your face. 

"Were you… spying on us?" Jace asked. 

A sigh left your lips at the same time you dared to look up at them, all with furrowed brows; Aegon was the only one with a slight smile on his face, which gave you the confidence to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," you said, speaking quickly, "these situations make me feel so anxious, I just needed to know you didn't hate me."

“We didn’t,” Aegon replied, “congrats, you are the owner of the empty bedroom.” 

You jump out of excitement and it was impossible for you to resist the urge to hug them tight. Your arms wrapping around Aegon’s and Jace’s shoulders as Aemond just stepped back. Soft little giggles of pure and genuine happiness were heard from you, as you thanked them over and over again. 

“I can’t believe it!” you squealed, “I swear it on the Seven you won’t regret this decision!” 

Aegon’s chuckle was heard right beside your ear, as he carefully placed his hand in your waist as a habit. You stepped back, still with that sparkling smile on you. 

“I hope you’re not making a mistake,” Aemond whispered to Jace.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Jace assured him.

They were so focused on you that they were not able to see Aegon’s face, and the quite peculiar way his eyes sparkled as you started to chant about the good news you had received. He pressed his lips in a thin line, eyes fixed on you.

He was ignoring the unbeknownst feeling growing inside of him.

[darkestspring]

In a much happier Au where the dance doesn't happen, where Senya managed to grow up and become a teenager, what her personality would be like, I think she would still be sweet and kind, but I don't forget that she is the daughter of Aegon, so I think she would also be somewhat flirtatious, I feel that Aegon seeing Senya flirt with some noble boy would be his Karma.

senya always retains her sweet nature, decorating the castle with flowers, which her aunt, queen rhaenyra, definitely enjoys. senya remains kind but she does have a habit of flirting with noble boys that she gets interested in.

aegon watches on in pure horror. "why have the gods cursed me? what have i done to deserve this?"

helaena, rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, and aemond all give them side eye looks of "have you met yourself?"

aegon iii is not happy with this turn of events. he doesn't like it when his cousin flirts with random undeserving boys.

[sapphire-writes]

kiss it better ~ Aegon Targaryen

Aegon x Reader

summary: you are Helaena's companion, whom Aegon takes a liking to. He seeks you out after the royal family's last supper.

warnings: mentions of blood, reader is anxious & picks cuticles

word count: 0.8k

A/N: I see all of you Aegon lovers so I had to write this little drabble. Hope you enjoy it, requests are open so feel free to send an ask my way! 💚

The previous night had left tensions high between the greens and the blacks. Dinner had been an incredibly tense affair, and you had wished your attendance would have been excused. But Helaena insisted on having you there, and as her companion, you did not like to refuse her. 

You had resided in the Red Keep for most of your life, as your father was on King Viserys’ small council. You became quick friends with Helaena and found yourself always wanting to be around the Targaryen princess. 

There were not many young ladies at court and it could be rather lonely when Helaena was indisposed. Which was why you had looked forward to the arrival of the Velaryons. Having Baela and Rhaena to converse with was sure to be very pleasant. 

It was a pleasant evening at first. Until toasts were made and men were slammed into tables. The evening came to a sour end after that. The violence had rattled you, and you felt an anxiety deep within you that would not leave for the remainder of the night. 

You found yourself the next day in the gardens, still tense from the previous evening. As you moved to brush some dirt from your gown, you felt your finger snag against the fabric. You pulled your hand back, inspecting it.

The flesh around your cuticle was raw. You had a terrible habit of picking the skin around your nails when you felt anxious. Most of your fingers had suffered due to the previous night. Your middle finger had snagged on your dress, and a fresh bead of blood began to surface. 

“My lady,” a voice called and you turned, squeezing your fingers into your palm, ignoring the stinging sensation. 

“My prince,” you greeted Aegon Targaryen as he entered the gardens, giving him a curtsy. 

He smiled at you, giving you a once-over. Though you are close with Helaena, you and Aegon have always had a rather flirtatious relationship. Aegon can sense there is something going on with you. 

“Lovely day,” you tell him, breaking the silence. 

“Indeed,” he agreed, walking closer to you. “I was hoping to find you.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Me?” you question, teasingly.

“Yes, you,” he said, chuckling. Aegon wet his lips.

“I hope we did not frighten you last night, my lady,” he told her, concern in his voice. 

You smile at his thoughtfulness. Aegon’s kindness was a rarity to others, but not to you.

“It was a rather uncomfortable evening, I am afraid,” you tell him, a small smile on your lips.

Aegon adored your smile, though he had yet to confess it to you. He was married to your friend after all. 

“Yes, my nephews can be a bit rambunctious.”

“And you?”

Aegon’s smile seems to widen.

“Do you think I was rambunctious?” he asks and you chuckle. 

“You and Prince Aemond were rather uncouth.”

Aegon gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

“ME? Never, my lady,” he says, blowing a raspberry, “you are quite mistaken.”

You can’t help but laugh, your hand flying up unconsciously to cover your mouth. 

Aegon’s smile falters. 

“What have you done?” Aegon questioned, grabbing your hand in his. 

“Nothing!” you spat, jerking your hand away from him. 

He pursed his lips, reaching for you again. Aegon held tighter this time, making sure you were unable to pull away. It felt as though you were children again, as you made a noise in protest. 

“Hush,” he snapped, observing your injured finger, watching as a teardrop of blood pooled around your nail bed. You had picked the cuticle raw. 

Aegon had seen this before, on the hands he wished held him with love. His mother’s nervous habit caused her to maim herself as well. 

You watched as his brow furrowed before he suddenly wrapped his lips around your finger. 

Aegon closed his eyes as the salty tang of your blood washed over his tongue. He hollowed his cheeks sucking on the tip of your finger. 

Your eyes widened, as words failed you, a small squeak leaving your mouth as he opened his eyes. His eyes were half-hooded and the look he gave you made your cheeks redden and your stomach turn with nerves.

He released your finger with a pop, and you brought your hand to your skirts rubbing the prince’s saliva from your skin. 

Aegon wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, wiping a smudge of blood that stained his lip. His eyes met yours as he licked his thumb clean. You felt your mouth go dry, a strange feeling deep inside of you.

“Do not do that again,” he scolded, causing you to blink several times. 

“I can’t help it,” you tell him, finding your voice. 

He cocks an eyebrow, grabbing your hand once more. 

“Then I shall do this again,” he tells you and goes as though to bite your fingers. 

You shriek, a smile overtaking your features again as you attempt to tug away from him.

“You’re a sorcerer, you’re doing some Targaryen blood magic to ruin me!” you tease and Aegon laughs, pulling you closer.

“I wouldn’t need magic to ruin you, my lady.”

[ripdragonbeans]

Look At Me /modern!Aegon x Reader

My fic for the HOTD Big Bang! You can follow all the fics @hotd-bigbang

Lovely mood board, banner, and dividers by the beautiful @ewanmitchellcrumbs and my beautiful betaa were @asa-do-your-thing and @khaleesihel

WARNINGS: angst, smut, p in v, she/her pronouns, voyeurism???, oral (f and m receiving), physical violence (reader has some anger [not towards Aegon])

"God fucking dammit," you muttered as you reached out to open the unlocked door to your shared apartment with Aegon.

An unlocked door meant one thing: Aegon brought another girl back for a quick, thoughtless fuck. After countless years of suffering this, starting in your freshman year, one would think it would be easy to ignore without a thought. This night, however, was not the ideal night to handle Aegon’s shenanigans. Work had you tiresomely stretched out, often staying up all night to meet deadlines: an old habit you optimistically thought would cease after college. On top of that, lately it felt unbearing, that the universe seemed to have dismissed you, seizing every opportunity to strip you from an ounce of joy or serenity.

The small yet infuriating incidents from spilling coffee all over yourself or dropping a burger over your work attire, pens running out of ink at times you desperately needed them, your computer randomly restarting for an update, it was everything bundling and boiling up to breaking point… And it felt like tonight was that night.

Taking a deep breath, mentally trying to prepare yourself for the incessant and unfortunate familiar banging of the walls, alongside the mindless moans and grunts, you turned the handle and stepped into the room.

Nothing. There was nothing.

Worry pierced through your head. The door was unlocked so Aegon had to be here, right? You paced across the hall, keeping your steps as silent as possible when you arrived at Aegon's door. Pressing your ear against the door, hoping to idly eavesdrop into a conversation, yet all you could gather was silence from the other side.

"Aegon?" You enquired through the wooden shield of the door. "Aegon, are you in there?" Now ardently knocking on the door a little harder than you should. "Aegon, please! Please tell me -"

The door swung open to reveal a pissed off woman clad only in a matching set of lace underwear.

"Who the fuck is this, Aegon?" She looked you up and down with distaste

Aegon gave a little chuckle. "Don't worry, Sara, that's just my roommate."

You peered past her to see Aegon laying on his bed with only grey sweatpants on. He had a lazy smile on his face and gave you a knowing wink. Blush crept up your neck to your cheeks and you had hoped Aegon hadn’t caught a glimpse at your bashful state. Yet despite the mild distance between you two, you could see him scan your face. His smile grew when he noticed the pink shade across your cheeks. He rather enjoyed making you envious, basking in your natural reactions. All you needed was a little more pressure from him to admit the truth.

Or at least that's what he believed.

"You didn't tell me you had one," she glanced over you once again, "but I guess it's nothing to worry about."

"My roomie is no one, babe, I promise," he said as he gave her a flirtatious wink, a habit he seemed to share with the entire female campus.

"Hmmm…good." She slammed the door leaving you stunned and to some honest degree, honesty, irritated.

No one. He said you were no one, his harsh words echoing in your restless mind.

A tight sensation began to burden your chest, and hot tears threatened to fall, yet you shoved it all down, swallowing the large gulp painfully caught your throat, just like you always did. Consuming the raw heartbreak, you gather yourself and the mental walls, you hid yourself behind in defense, slowly making your return to the living room.

If you went to your room it was a given that you would hear everything that was a realistic and harsh possibility, yet you found your feet moving towards the familiar space. A few minutes passed until you heard a faint moan echoing from the direction of Aegon’s room and the light banging of the bed against the wall. Sighing in defeat, you place your noise canceling headphones on and searching up YouTube to mindlessly watch some video essay explaining this new ARG, Welcome Home. You found that submerging your senses to the very unnerving voice of Wally Darling was a great way to tune out the other background noises..

As much as you loved Aegon, you could never not be annoyed by this grotesque habit of his. Every other week was a new girl to fuck and mess about with, with no care nor implications in the world. None of them ever meant anything to him, you knew that much. No, you could tell. His lilac eyes never lit up when he saw them, his warm smile never reached his eyes, and he never talked about them willingly. The only times he would mention them was whenever he remembered to give you a heads up that he'd have one of them over for the night. You figured if he was inviting them over they'd be decent people, respectable enough to acknowledge your presence. You had hoped they'd be decent because Aegon deserved at least that. Whenever they'd show up you would do your best to be polite and welcoming in a weirdly humourous way, one time you’d even blurted to some poor victim of his hookup "hey you're here to suck my roommate", only to be disregarded and treated like utter shit. It was as though you didn't exist.

More so, you despised the way he acted when one of them came over, putting on some macho facade. Aegon would become old Aegon. The Aegon you initially met, the one who wore the mask of a guy who didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. He was snarky and cocky, with the only priority of having the highest known body count. Yet you knew better, you saw through that careless exterior. After being paired together on assignment you two started hanging out. About a month or two after the project was assigned, he opened up. He played the part of the college frat fuckboy flawlessly, yet you could see right through that. You did your best to be someone he could trust; you knew there was more to him. Soon enough, your assignment partner became your best friend, your go to person, a person you'd do anything for. And that's how you ended up sharing an apartment with Aegon.

But there was something else.

There was a tug drawing you to him. Whenever you were away from Aegon there was a palpable ache in your heart. Whenever a sorority girl stayed the night your heart shattered, only to be slowly put together the next day by your very own hands. At the time you didn't want to admit it to yourself but eventually you had to.

It wasn't terrible at first. You lived a domestic life with your best friend with no worry in the world. Until he started bringing friends home. Just the occasional random girl moaning in his room once a month or so but now it was every other week. You hate to admit it but it hurt. It hurt so fucking much. You wished it was you in that room but you wouldn't tell him. It would ruin your friendship.

You loved Aegon, not just as a friend but as something more. The only problem was that you loved Aegon so much that you'd want him to be happy, even if it meant seeing him being with other girls. Yet you could never see yourself with someone else, only with him.

After watching every single reaction video to Welcome Home, Sara finally left Aegon's room wearing one of his shirts.

"See you next time, roomie," she said as she gave you a mocking smile before exiting the apartment.

You rolled your eyes as you started to pick up your laptop to move to your room when you heard him enter.

"Done with your fucking for the night?" You refused to look at him.

"Yeah," he leaned against the wall. "Unless you wanna be my round two."

"I'm not interested in sloppy seconds, Aeg. Next time just give me a heads-up, yeah? I don't like coming home to your moans."

"Oh, you know you love coming home to my moans," he teased. He loved riling you up like this.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Unlike me, who has to endure your headboard slamming against the wall," you bit out.

Aegon was taken aback by your sudden hostility and couldn’t fathom a response. Taking his silence as confirmation that he didn't care, you finished gathering your stuff and headed to your room. But as you passed Aegon, he abruptly stepped in front of you, halting you in your tracks.

"Hey, you're not seriously mad at me, are you?" His brows furrowed worriedly. "It's been a few months of this and now you're getting upset about it?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I've been annoyed with this the whole time." You sighed and rubbed your tiresome eyes. "It wasn't too bad at first, I could ignore it fine but then it kept happening more and more often than favored. Each girl was more terrible to me than the last. And you never do shit about it, you never defend me. You seemed perfectly happy to let these one night stands walk all over your best friend, it seems." You glared at him, "You said I was nothing, Aegon.. I understand you put on this whole facade to get laid but that… that was cold, Aeg… Even for you. You're back to your old habits and it makes me want to run. Anyway," you took a deep breath, wanting this conversation to end, "I'm going to bed, I’m too tired for this right now… Night, Aegon."

He called your name and adamantly tried to follow you. You knew Aegon didn't like it when you were upset with him. You hoped he would try harder to get to you and say you were right and that he needs to look at himself again.

When you turned around to hear his side he shut down. Instead of saying anything he just blankingly stared at you. You could see his poor attempt to gather the courage to talk, yet no words fell from his soft lips. For the first time in weeks you two looked at each other, really looked at each other. The friendship between you has always been strong but you've been feeling it deteriorate, eating away slowly and slowly. You were hoping to see the bit of your best friend in those eyes, yet all you saw was regret.

When you turned to your door you found yourself saying more. "I'm tired, Aegon. I'm tired of this." You put your hand on the doorknob. "I miss you." You entered your room and locked yourself in before he could say anything.

You crawled into your bed and curled up, hugging your knees. Once again your chest tightened and tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. Only this time, you let them fall.

It's been weeks since Aegon invited someone to spend the night and it kind of pissed you off. You lost your cool one night and suddenly he just stops. It felt as though he was babying you, which was the part that was pissing you off. The other part of you felt relieved, hoping everything could go back the way it was before. You wanted goofy, vulnerable Aegon, not the one who was around a few weeks ago.

However, it didn't last. Just when you thought it was over, you came home to find Aegon's face buried between some random girl's legs. She still had her clothes on, as though Aegon couldn't wait to taste her. It was only her blouse unbuttoned and skirt that was bunched up and her legs spread that immediately clued you in to what was happening. Her head was thrown back, eyes were shut, and a silent scream left her body as Aegon brought her to the edge.

Anger bubbled inside you, threatening to pour over. The girl turned her head and smirked at you as though she knew you were there the entire time. She took her time slipping off the counter, fixing her hair into something slightly more put together. Once she painstakingly straightened herself up she fully turned to you and flashed the biggest smile.

"Oh, hey, roomie." It was Sara. "I didn't think I'd see you again. Aegon hasn't hit me up in a month so I thought he was fucking you." She laughed. "Sorry, I'm a little tle out of breath. He really knows what to do, not that you'd know anything about that, right?" She gave you a teasing wink.

All you could do was stare at her.

"I'm just joking, roomie. I know he'd never fuck you. Anyway, I figured I'd pay him a visit just be sure. Glad to see I was wrong."

She finished buttoning her top and smoothed down her skirt as Aegon got up. Sara quickly turned and pulled him into a mockingly deep kiss. You rolled your eyes when you spotted Aegon flexing his hands trying not to touch her. You walked in on him eating her out. His attempt to not touch her in front of you was an insult. You looked back at his face and saw his eyes glued on you while Sara tried to stick her tongue in his mouth. You've never seen him so uncomfortable with someone else like this. He looked almost apologetic yet he did nothing to move away from her. Sara finally pulled away, but not before grabbing one of Aegon's hands to run over her chest.

Sara turned back to you. "Same time next week? Maybe we'll try it in your bed, roomie. Gotta keep it exciting."

She gave you a demeaning wink before bending down to pick up her purse, obviously giving you a view of her ass. You looked over at Aegon, fuming, but only saw him trying, and failing, not to gawk at her backside. As though he felt your stare, his eyes shot to you and immediately looked ashamed. Sara was taking her sweet time getting up and gathering her things, steadily coaxing your anger with little comments here and there about how much she looks forward to next time, what they should try out, and what she wanted to do again. But it was her last comment that made you explode.

"You should move in with me, Aeg. You'll get sick of her sooner or later. You know I'm better for you anyway. She's no one worth remembering and obviously does nothing for -"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out," you growled.

Sara slowly turned to you and pursed her lips in mock sympathy. "Aw, is the little roomie jealous? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone desperate enough to fuck you."

Red flooded your vision as everything became blurry. You didn't have control over your actions anymore. You launched yourself at Sara with your hands curved into claws. She had no time to move before you tackled her down and dragged your nails across her face. As she screamed you pulled her hair to force her to look you in the eye.

There weren't any deep scratches on her but you drew blood. Sick pride washed over you when you looked at her. A mix of eyeliner, tears, and the slightest tint of blood splotted across her face.

"You can dismiss my existence and waltz around like you own the place but let me make something clear," you whispered. "You will never call me desperate, you will never call me being worthless, and you will never force me out of my home. This is my place, not yours. It never was and it never will be."

You took a deep breath before pulling her back up. Sara was standing with your hand still gripping her hair.

You made sure your next words burned.

"You will never have a place in Aegon's heart. I know you think I believed your smug confidence and the terribly misplaced belief that you were his but you were wrong. Not for one second have I ever believed that Aegon would actually love you. You want me to be nothing to him but that will never happen. You can't sleep your way to Aegon, you only think you can. The truth is that you know nothing about him. But I do. I'm the one who has Aegon's heart, not you."

Sara whimpered when you tugged on her hair.

"Now," you breathed, "you're gonna get the fuck out of here and never come back. Do you understand?"

Sara broke her terrified stare from you to a pleading one to Aegon. "Aegon, you know I'm better for you. She's nothing compared to me. You said it yourself, she's nothing."

Aegon didn't try to comfort her. He looked straight at her without any trace of emotion.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Sara."

"Seriously?!"

"You were a mistake. Every girl was."

You lips pressed into a tight smile as you dragged Sara, still by her hair, to the door. "If I see you here again," you growled, "I will do more than simply scratch your face." You threw her out with your final words and slammed the door shut.

Tension engulfed the room. It was as though The red in your eyes slowly faded away until your head cleared up. All you could do was stand there. You didn't realize how fast your heart has been beating, how hard you've been breathing, until you came back to reality. What you just did felt like a dream. There was no thinking involved, only instinct and anger.

Aegon coughed, breaking the silence. "Hey, so, um," he scratched the back of his neck. "I guess -"

"Don't." You turned to face him. "I'm going to take a shower, grab some whiskey, and crash in my bed. Maybe we'll talk later. Or maybe we can just forget this happened," you let out a mirthless laugh, "and you can go back to fucking someone new every week."

"Wait, hold up, we need to -"

You held a hand up. "Stop, Aegon, please. I said a lot of things in the heat of the moment. Don't worry about me."

It's been two weeks since you kicked Sara out, which meant that it's been two weeks since you blew up in front of him. Everything you said was true, whether or not Aegon wanted to believe it. If he was too much of a coward to admit anything then so be it. But since then he's been almost non-existent. He was never in the apartment when you were and if he was he kept his door closed. As much as you wanted to check in on him you also wanted to hold your ground. What he did was stupid and hurt like hell.

After working an exhausting ten hour shift, you dragged yourself into the apartment. The lights were off but you could see a figure sitting on the couch and hear a dull thump from something hitting the table. You creeped closer to get a close look at them.

It was Aegon.

He was wallowing in his own self pity, drinking as much as he could. There were two empty bottles of beer on the table. A third half-empty bottle was in his hand. Wearing worn out black sweatpants and a ratty hoodie, Aegon took a swig before muttering some curses to himself. As you got closer to him you could smell the alcohol.

"What a fucking idiot," he laughed. Aegon took another swig of whatever bottle he had in his hand and promptly slammed it down.

You wanted to keep your mouth shut. You knew it would be better to walk away but it's been so long since you've talked that your resolve broke.

"You better not be talking about me," you said when you slipped into a spot next to him.

"Fucking hell," he flinched, spilling the contents of his drink. "Great, now it's on the fucking floor. Thanks." He threw a pillow on top of the mess figuring it would be better than nothing.

The two of you sat there in taut silence. Aegon didn't even reach for another drink. You were simply sitting in the quiet darkness together. You were about to break it when he spoke up first.

"I fucked up."

You let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, you really did."

He turned to look at you. Even in the dark you could see his eyes were a bit bloodshot. "I'm fucking trying, okay?" He rubbed his face. "No, you know what, forget it." Forgetting the bottle was empty, he picked it up to drink. He muttered a curse before setting it back down.

He got up to leave but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further. It was as though time was frozen. The second you took it everything became still. Aegon's hand was limp but you gave it a small squeeze encouraging him to stay.

"We need to talk about this. I know I've been avoiding it but you've been avoiding it, too. Hell, you've been avoiding me, Aeg."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before sitting back down.

"What do you want to talk about? How you went fucking ballistic? How you basically confessed your love for me?"

"Yes. All of that."

He nodded his head, asking you to go on.

"You changed so much, Aeg, and I didn't know what to do. When we first moved in you were my goofy best friend. You know, the one I tell everything to. Then one day it's like back at university before we met. You starting bringing in girl after girl to fuck and it just drove me up a wall. What the fuck happened?"

"What happened was my dad dying." He picked up an unopened bottle of beer and took a swig.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "Your dad died so you thought fucking someone new would help?"

"No - I mean yes, but it was more than that."

"It was more than that? I know you didn't give a shit about any of them."

He yanked his hand away. "Maybe not, but they have a shit about me!" He exploded.

"Excuse me?" You dangerously whispered. That has got to be utter bullshit, you thought.

"Sure, it may have only been to fuck me but it was something!"

"Just because they fuck you doesn't mean they care!" You jumped up. "They didn't fucking care but I did!" You pressed a finger to his chest. "I always have and I always will. Don't you fucking get it? I've been here since the beginning and you try to blame me for your dumb ass actions?"

Aegon grabbed your hand and pulled you close. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have to distract myself."

"Distract yourself? Did the death of your dad really fuck you up that bad? I know he didn't give a shit and you didn't either. Don't pretend to be so beat up over it." You tried to pull away but he held you tight.

"It fucked me up because it made me realize that I can somehow be better than my dad by caring about people."

You laughed. "And you care about every single girl you've fucked. Absolutely believable, Aeg."

He let go of you, almost pushing you away.

He dropped his head before speaking. "You said you cared. If you cared you would've been able to see the change."

You were gentle with your next words, "I can't read your mind. Just because I know you so well doesn't mean I can figure out every emotion you have."

Silence.

"Aeg, just tell me what's going on, please."

Still refusing to look at you, he dropped back to the couch. "I fell in love with you, that's what happened. I don't know when but I did. For some godforsaken reason my dad dying set off everything. All I could do was ignore it and I did that by taking someone to bed almost every night." He brought the bottle up to his lips but didn't drink anything.

You sat down next to him.

You didn't want to believe him.

"I know you've been drinking all night. You're just saying things."

He scoffed and chugged the rest of the beer. "Just because I've been drinking all night doesn't mean I don't know what I'm saying."

"Okay, fine. Let's assume everything you've told me is true. You may love me but nothing more than a friend, right?"

"No, that's not true."

"You have a funny way of showing it."

He locked eyes with you. "I wanted to push you."

"Push me? What did you need to push me for?" You questioned. "Besides, I think you pushed me pretty good when I attacked Sara."

"I pushed you too hard, I know that now. I did it because I wanted to get you closer to me. I wanted you jealous."

"First off, that's a fucking stupid plan. Second, I'm already close to you. Or at least was," you murmured the last part.

Aegon rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You don't get it. You're so fucking smart but you don't get it!"

"What don't I get?" You challenged.

"You don't get that I wanted you to make the first move!" He settled down before continuing. "I see the way you look at me. I see your reactions. I know you want more. But for once I needed you to make the first move. If you wanted me it had to be on your terms." He took a deep breath. "And you're right. I didn't give a shit about the girls I fucked. The only one I give a shit about is you. But when you didn't do anything I did what I know best. I didn't want to distract myself from my dad's death. Again, something you were right about. I was distracting myself from you."

You searched his eyes for any trace of dishonesty but didn't find any. "If you had said something I would've said yes." You reached out for his hand. "What you did was stupid but…I get it. Kinda. You were scared."

"Yeah, I was scared."

You scooted close to him. "Then take the leap." You were gentle with your words.

Aegon pulled you in and lowered his head to yours. "I don't want to fuck it up." His lips brushed against yours.

"So don't." You pressed your forehead against his.

For a few moments that's how you stayed. It was just you and Aegon. When you separated you gave him a soft smile. His eyes darted to your lips and you took your chance. You softly brushed your lips against his before giving him a true kiss.

Your eyes fluttered close. His lips were soft and joined you in tandem. It wasn't rough. The kiss was pure love. Emotions poured into the kiss. He pulled you on top of his lap before deepening the kiss. You smiled against him as you moved your hands up his arms and to his hair.

More. You wanted more.

You nipped at his bottom lip and he gladly opened up. When you slid your tongue in he snaked one arm around you right while the other ran up your sides. His arousal was beginning to prod against you and it spurred you on even more. You slowly rocked your hips against him.

"Fuck," he pulled away and buried his face in your neck. He kissed his way up and nipped at your ear. "You are so much better than the others."

"Don't talk about them. Look at me," you commanded.

Aegon looked up at you with big eyes.

"Take me to your room and I'll show you exactly what you missed out on."

He pushed you off his lap only to grab your wrist and practically run to his room. But before he could open the door you pulled him back and trapped him with one arm against the wall. You gave him a mischievous smile before dragging your hand down his body and to his hard cock. He tried to suppress a groan when you began palming him over his pants.

"Let it out, babe. I want to hear every sound you make."

You took pity on him when you could feel his cock getting harder. When you pulled your hand away he couldn't help but groan at the loss of contact.

"This is what happens when you play with me," you smirked.

Releasing him from the wall you let him take you into his room. Immediately you grabbed him by his hoodie to pull him down to you to crash your lips against his. Gone were the soft kisses. Now it was pure passion and lust.

You moved one hand to grab his and the other to place on his chest. As soon as you pushed him to the edge of the bed you took a step back.

"Strip for me," you commanded.

Aegon was quick to rid himself of his hoodie and sweatpants. When he went to pull down his underwear you stopped him.

"Let me do this." You came up to him and lowered yourself to your knees as you slid his briefs down.

His cock was at full attention, red and angry. You licked your lips and cupped his balls, slowly massaging them. He threw his head back.

"No, no. Look at me. I want you to watch me take you in."

All he could do was bring his head back and nod.

You moved your hand from his balls to his cock and slowly worked him. Leaning in to the tip you gave him small kitten licks. Once you got him breathing heavier you took all of him in your mouth. Never did you look away from him. You slowly began bobbing your head back and forth, loving the feel of him in you. When you decided to push him a little more with a hum around the cock he twitched. You hummed once again and brought your hand to his balls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, I'm gonna cum," he breathed.

As soon as he said that you released him with an obscene pop. Aegon whined when he left your warm mouth.

"Don't worry, there's more. Now, lay back. No touching."

He nodded his head.

"I need to hear you say it."

He gulped. "I promise I won't touch myself."

"Good boy," you smiled.

You ran your hands over your tits before reaching down to brush yourself over your clothes. You brought your hands up to slowly take off your top. Once again you ran your hands over your tits, this time playing with your nipples through your bra.You looked over at Aegon to see him grasping the sheets and slowly rolling his hips into nothing.

"Are you so desperate that you have to hump the air? Aw, poor baby," you taunted. You reached down to the top of your pants and pulled it down. "This is a better view, isn't it?"

You walked to the bed and sat on your haunches between his legs.

"Be a dear and take off my bra for me."

Aegon sat up and ran his hands over your breasts and stopped to play with your hardened peaks before unclasping the bra and throwing it across the room.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," you chided. "That wasn't nice. I guess I have to punish you now. Lay flat on your back." You could feel yourself get wetter telling him what to do.

He did as he was told, shaking with anticipation.

You climbed up his body to his face and slowly lowered yourself down.

"I want you to make me cum. You deserve to have a mess on your face."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed your panties to the side and licked a strip up your folds. He moaned and grabbed your thighs to keep you steady. He left open kisses all over your pussy. A coil began to tighten in your stomach.

"Fuck, babe. You're so good at eating my pussy. Do I taste good?"

You heard a muffled yes and smiled to yourself.

He moved from your folds to your clit. You rolled your hips against his face as he sucked and licked your bud. Every swipe of his tongue had you throwing your head back in bliss. It was almost too much but he didn't stop. He was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Aegon moved away from your clit only to replace it with his thumb. He rubbed lazy circles as he dipped his tongue into your dripping cunt. He sped up his fucking and pressed on your clit sending you over the edge. The coil in your stomach released as you made a mess on his face.

You moved off his face. "What a good boy," you praised. "I think it's time for a reward."

You lowered yourself down his body. Wrapping a hand around his cock you worked him up to full hardness again. You gave him a few licks before taking the head in you mouth and sucking just a tiny bit. It was enough to make him moan and buck his hips up ever so slightly.

Letting go of him you chuckled when you moved to straddle him and lined up his cock with your pussy.

"Are you ready for me to ride you?"

"Yes, yes please."

"Good."

You slipped off your panties and let the drop next to the bed before sinking down on his cock. The stretch had you moaning, feeling every inch of him inside you completely. The way he filled you couldn't be described coherently. You began to move your hips slowly, taunting him. Aegon whimpered as he fought the urge to grab your waist

You leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You can touch me," you tell him. "I want you to touch me."

That was all he needed to let go of the sheets and attack your body with his hands. He ran over every single curve trying to commit them to memory. You swore you saw his mouth water when he reached up to play with your tits. You leaned down to give him better access. Immediately he took a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

You could feel that coil tighten again. Your hips rocked against him when he brought one hand to your clit. You had no choice but to sit up again and bounce on his cock.

"Holy fuck yes! Please, please, please, Aegon! Gods, you're so good at fucking me!"

He let out a deep groan as he pushed his hips up even higher. "You're tightening around me - oh, gods - you're gonna make me cum inside you," he moaned. His hands moved to your hips helping you ride him but he was getting sloppy.

"Do it." You were clenching around him tighter than you ever thought was possible.

"Do it, Aegon. Cum for me."

The thrusts became desperate and wild. You and Aegon let out a scream as you came together. You felt him empty himself inside you. His cock twitched weakly as you tried to control your collapse on him. He wrapped his arms around you.

"Can we stay like this?" He asked, his cock still inside you.

"Yes, of course." You turned your head and kissed his cheek. "I want this. I want you, Aegon."

"I know."

A few minutes passed before you moved off of him. You felt empty without him inside you but you got up anyway and kneeled on the floor so you head was by his. You ran a hand through his hair and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Let me clean you up, babe," you whispered.

"Okay." He reached over to cup your face and traced a small circle on your cheek.

You got up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up then returned with a wet towel. Giving him a small smile, you ran the towel over his body. You were extra careful around his lower regions knowing he was still sensitive. When you finished cleaning him you slipped yourself into his arms.

"Look at me, Aegon." You said. "You're not gonna fuck this up."

"I don't want to hurt you." His eyes filled with worry.

"We are not going to fuck it up," you paused. "I love you, too. Always have and always will."

[vsnyarbll]

the crown

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

words: 4.566

summary: Y/N's lovers stole Aegon the Conqueror's crown for her. And they have plans for the night.

warnings: incest, 18+, SMUT (dom!aemond, threesome, sub!reader, fingering, cum play, penetration, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial)

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. / This one is the first smut I've ever written. You have been warned. MDNI

"I can't believe what you said to Lady Lannister!" said Baela, unable to contain her laughter.

"Keep your voice down, Baela." Y/N said, laughing.

"What was funny was Lord Lannister's expression. Did you see that, love? I think he wasn't facing you," said Jace, shaking Baela's arm.

"I didn’t see it! How could I miss it?!"

“When we get to our chambers, I'll make an impression of him for you.”

"Shut up, both of you." She was afraid that her mother or one of her aides would overhear them. Her known disagreement with the Lords had always been a problem for her.

Their walk down the hallway was a little shaky. They were all almost drunk except Y/N. It had been a long, tiring day. They had gotten up early in the morning and gone dragon riding, and the afternoon had been all about celebrating the king's name day.

Y/N usually liked to get drunk. She enjoyed forgetting all her duties and responsibilities for a moment. But she didn't want to deal with a morning headache on top of a busy day.

Everyone had a great time at the celebration. But at the end of the evening, the lady said some unpleasant things about Prince Aemond. First, she criticized the desserts served at the celebration. Then how the traditions of the Targaryens don't fit in Westeros. Y/N didn't remember much of what she said next. But she remembered that Lady Lannister told her that Aemond was a monster who needed to be in the dungeons and said she felt very sorry for Y/N. What she'd said about Aemond had been enough to make her blood boil. She didn't need to remember how she had humiliated her family to lash out at her.

"Jace! I promised Grandma I'd stop by her room," said Baela.

"Where was her chambers?" he asked and held out his arm for her to take. "I don't know,” she said, taking his arm.

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the walls. They were standing in front of their grandmother's chambers. She was never this fool like them when she was drunk.

Right?

"We're in front of her chambers," Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, Jace! My love! Look, there's her chambers." She left Jace and walked towards the door.

"Do you have to go?" Jace said with tears in his eyes. Y/N held herself back from rolling her eyes again.

"I promise I'll be in our room in five minutes."

Jace grabbed Baela tightly around the waist and pulled her to him. "You promised, my beautiful wife."

"Yes, but I need to know what I promised,” she said in a flirtatious voice.

"I'd be happy to give you a little rundown," Jace said and pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, Jace's hand slid down to her lower back.

Y/N saw things escalating and grabbed her brother's arm and pulled. "We're leaving, Jace. Come on."

"I'm going to tell my mother!"

"Tell her what?! That Y/N stopped us from having sex in the hallway?"

Jace took a deep breath and turned to his wife. "My love. I'll be ready when you get back to our room."

"Jace!"

Baela ignored Y/N's protests and pulled Jace to her, bringing her lips to his. "Come on, leave Y/N in her chambers, darling, and I'll keep my conversation with my grandmother as brief as I can. i will be in our chambers in five minutes.”

Jace nodded reluctantly and offered his arm to Y/N, who took it. Just as they were about to continue on their way, Rhaena came up from behind, panting. "I still haven't gotten over tonight's perfection. Someone had to put that woman in her place."

"Can you shut up about this subject? All of you. If my mother finds out, it'll be the last time you see me."

"Y/N, I can't believe you're still tense. When was the last time you and Aemond made love?"

"Don't wake the dragon Rhaena," she said, mocking the sentence.

"Oh, I'm sure the dragon in you is awake. The question is, is Aemond's dragon awake?"

"Rhaena, you are supposed to be the good one among us!" They all laughed.

Y/N and Aemond's chambers were the closest ones to them in the hallway.

Rhaena, Jace, and Y/N continued walking down the hall arm in arm. "Good night, Y/N," he said as they came to the door of her chambers. "Good night Jace." they hugged each other briefly.

"I'm sure Jace will have a good night," said Rhaena. Y/N laughed to her respond and went into her chambers.

Y/N was surprised at the state of mind that alcohol had put Rhaena. She usually had a shy nature. Rhaena would never start a conversation unless someone spoke to her. Y/N liked that alcohol made her so outspoken.

xxx

It had been a long day, and she finally had the peace of being alone. She couldn't wait to get into bed and snuggle up to her husband. The last time she saw her husband was in the middle of the day. Then Prince Daemon called all the men and told them they had something important to do.

Since then, no one had seen any of the men in the family except Jace, who insisted on staying by Baela's side.

She felt her insides fill with longing for Aemond.

She moved further into the room, eager to get rid of her heavy jewelry and dress as soon as possible.

She had just taken a few steps away from the door when someone knocked. "Princess, I have come to prepare you for sleep," the maid said from behind the door.

"I will prepare myself tonight, Lola. You may go."

"As you wish, Princess."

"Good night, Lola. Dream of me," said Y/N with a smile.

"Good night, Princess."

Y/N walked to the vanity table. She reached up to her right ear and slowly removed the earring.

"Hello, wife."

She was startled by the unexpected sound but did not show it.

As she placed the earring in one of the boxes on the table, she replied. "Hello, husband." Her back was to Aemond.

She hadn't seen him when she entered the room. In her head, she briefly weighed where he might be when she entered the room. "Where were you when I entered the room?"

"I was on the couch, but I think you were too distracted to notice."

She nodded her head. Lord Lannister wasn't the only thought that troubled him. He was the least of her worries.

"Good evening, Y/N."

She sighed deeply at the second voice. Y/N could barely manage one of her lovers. And now they were both in the room.

"Aegon, I am too tired to do anything."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I could tell by your tone."

Aegon and Aemond looked at each other shortly.

Y/N put her other earring in the box. Then she reached for the necklace that matched her earrings. She put it next to the earrings and closed the box.

"We have a surprise for you. And I'm sure it will change your mind," Aegon said.

Y/N could hear the grin in his voice. "You finally convinced Cregan Stark to join us?

Aegon gave a fake laugh. "It wasn't funny the first time you said it. It's still not funny. "

"I think it's hilarious.”

"We will make you regret this whole Cregan Stark thing tonight. Maybe then you'll realize it's not funny."

"There will be no such thing as tonight, Aegon."

"I guess we will make you chew your own words too."

Y/N could hear her lovers whispering amongst themselves as she pulled the hairpins out of her hair. Her silver-gold, wavy hair fell over her shoulders.

Aemond kept his eyes on her as he spoke to Aegon, not wanting to miss any of her movements.

"Y/N, we stole something for you."

"You stole? What could you have stolen?" she said as she turned around. Why would a prince need to steal something?

Aegon grinned and raised the item in his hand a little higher. Y/N froze at the sight of Aegon holding a crown.

"You steal a crown?"

"It's not just any crown, Y/N. It's King Aegon's crown," said Aegon.

“I know. I'm the one who told you this crown was Aegon's.”

Aegon narrowed his eyes and looked at her with mock anger. “We had to pass a lot of guards to get into the crown room. Please, let's make this night worth it.”

Y/N walked towards her lover. She ran her fingers over the crown. The steel was cold, but it felt like it was burning her fingers.

The crown was more than just an object. It symbolized the most critical power in the world. Both Y/N and Aemond were aware of it.

Aemond had never seen Y/N with a crown on her head.

His greatest wish was to see her with a crown sitting on The Iron Throne.

Together they were the perfect couple. They both wanted power and each other more than anything else in the whole world.

On the other side, Aegon balanced them. He didn't want power or the throne. He just wanted to live out his days in Y/N's arms.

Aemond took the crown from Aegon's hand and carefully placed it on Y/N's head.

"It's going to be a great night," Aemond said. He reached up and kissed her forehead. "But if you drop the crown, we will end the night, and you will sleep like that, all needy."

Y/N wanted to squeeze her legs at that very moment. Aemond's words, especially the way he said them, had already made her ears burn with need.

Aemond took Y/N by the arm and brought her in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself, Y/N." He came close behind her until there was no distance between them.

Aemond pulled her hair aside, exposing her neck, and began to kiss the pale skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt Aemond's lips on her neck. "You look so powerful," he said and continued to place wet kisses on her neck. "Yet you need my permission to do the slightest thing.” He started running his hands along her arms. "Imagine a queen ordering people around,” This time, his hands went to the neckline of her dress, tugging at it as much as possible. Her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were exposed. "ruling a kingdom," He leaned close to her ear, making sure his breath touched her ear as he spoke. "subduing all the impudent lords." He put a sly smile on his lips. "But she can't even cum without her husband's permission.”

She gasped at his words.

Aegon was bored with the lack of attention he was getting.

And also, there had been an uncomfortable hardness in his trousers ever since they stole the crown.

He, like Aemond, longed to see Y/N with a crown on her head. He didn't care about the concept of power, but the thought that his lover had that power was exciting for him.

Her ascension to the throne was a big dream of his. Returning to their chambers, he imagined her on the Iron Throne and almost came in his pants.

Aegon took her by the arm and pulled her to the center of the room again. "I missed you so much," he said as he buried his nose in her neck. He inhaled her scent as if he wanted to fill his lungs with the scent.

Aegon's breaths tickled her neck. She giggled and said, "You only saw me this morning."

"We did more than seeing each other." Aegon's voice muffled in her neck.

Aemond snorted and turned her toward him. "It's my turn now, then."

Aegon moved dangerously close to her from behind and protested against Aemond. "You left her to go to sword training. Someone had to take care of your wife's needs."

"Unlike you, with all the sword training, I'll be able to protect her."

"Against what exactly? Dragons?” He said, referring to the nonsense fairy tales they grew up listening to sleep. They never understood why a knight had to protect a princess from a dragon. Y/N had always thought the princess could defend herself with her dragon. On the other hand, Aemond argued that an insignificant knight could not kill a dragon. He was right. He knew he was right. But he couldn't defend his idea too much because his brother Aegon had said he had no right to comment on such a thing. After all, he didn't have a dragon. At the end of that day, Y/N punched Aegon. She said he would stop all this nonsense, or she would cut out his tongue.

Surprisingly, the two brothers were on good terms after that day.

"That's why nobody loves you, Aegon."

“Did I say something wrong?”

Y/N turned around again. She held Aegon's face tightly. She knew how sensitive this was for Aegon.

He hadn't been loved or respected by his family. In everyone's eyes, he was a drunk, useless person.

Y/N didn't understand how people hated Aegon. He was a sensitive and gentle soul. But the people around him had forced him to be someone else. "I don't hate you, my love."

Aegon averted his eyes, and she tilted her head, trying to catch his gaze. "Neither does Aemond.”

Aemond reached out to either side of Y/N and took hold of Aegon's arms. "I don't hate you, Aegon.”

Aegon spoke, trying to hide his smile. “We'd better get to work before someone notices the absence of the crown.”

Y/N lifted her head and tried to reach Aegon's lips.

Aegon immediately granted her request. His kisses were calm and loving at first. But neither Aegon's soft kisses nor Aemond's hands on her waist were enough for her.

Y/N brought her hand to the front of his pants and pressed her hand against the hardness. Aegon was relieved to get some reaction, finally.

He put his hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips to her even harder.

Aemond started untying the strings at the back of her dress.

After loosening the last line of the dress's back, he ran his fingers up her spine without removing the dress. She shivered at the sudden sensation.

Aegon moved his lips to her neck, and Aemond pulled the sleeves of the dress away from her.

She was holding the front of her dress so it wouldn't fall. Aemond began planting kisses on her back and shoulders. The lips and tongues of her lovers running along her body made her feel so tense.

Aegon broke their kiss. He took her hands and interlocked their fingers.

The silk dress that hugged her soft skin slid down her body. Aegon studied her body with interest and hungry eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

Aemond pressed his hardness against her now naked arse.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. He turned her to him and began to kiss her, attacking her lips.

Wasting no time, he rolled his tongue into her mouth. He squeezed her breast with his right hand as he swirled his tongue around hers.

He put his other hand on her waist to support her. Y/N wrapped her hands around Aemond's neck and tangled her fingers in his long hair.

He brought his hand on her breast to her nipple.

At first, he started to draw small circles on the nipple. Then, when he didn't get a response, he pinched it hard. Y/N moaned into his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Aegon, whose presence in the room he had briefly forgotten. He had taken off his jacket and thrown it on the couch and was struggling to unbutton his shirt.

Aemond immediately parted his lips from hers. "Keep your clothes on. Tonight only she will be naked."

Y/N couldn't stop her body from trembling with desire. She pressed herself against Aemond's erection.

She was excited because of the idea that she was the only one of them naked. Aemond and Aegon smirked simultaneously.

"Y/N, sometimes I think you're a whore worthy of a brothel," he said and started buttoning his shirt. "And most of the time, you confirm it.”

Y/N snuggled up to Aemond. He started stroking her back and lowered his hand slowly.

"Lay down on the bed, Aegon."

Aegon did what he said.

Aemond walked towards him, still holding Y/N tightly. "Pull down your pants."

The other two watched as Aegon unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. When he pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, Aemond stopped him again. "Just pull it down enough."

"What do you want from me, Aemond?! I will die of frustration."

Without saying anything, Aemond began to run his hand over Y/N's stomach.

Then he gradually lowered his hand.

He ran his hand over her folds, but he still wasn't giving her the touch she wanted.

Y/N held on to his arm tightly.

"Do you think my brother deserves your cunt, Y/N?"

"Yes, yes! Please."

"Hmm, I think he was going well until just now."

He slid his long fingers between her folds. He slid his fingers up and down a few times. Finally, he pressed two fingers against her clit. She moaned softly and clung even tighter to his arm. "I'll let you fuck her if you don't touch yourself until I say so."

Aegon sighed at the sight in front of him. It was an almost impossible task, but he wanted to fuck her more than anything.

He nodded his head.

"Please do something, Aemond," she begged desperately.

He started circling her clit.

At first, he didn't apply too much pressure. When she got used to the stimulation, he increased the pressure.

Y/N could no longer hold back her moans. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming.

She felt like every part of her body was on fire.

"Are you close, my love?"

"Yes, I am so close. Don't stop." Her voice trembled with the need to reach her climax.

Then suddenly, Aemond stopped the movement of his fingers. Y/N made a strangled noise. "Why did you stop?!"

”It's Aegon's turn now, my dear. Get on top of him”

She did not want to leave Aemond's warm arms, but she also wanted to be with Aegon.

Y/N climbed on top of Aegon and sat on his legs. She ran her fingers over Aegon's cock.

She started drawing circles on the tip with her thumb. Aegon's cock throbbed with need. He lifted his hips, thrust himself into her hand, and moaned, wanting more.

“Don't tease him, wife.”

Aemond didn't need to say it twice. Y/N was already eager to fulfill his wishes.

She stroked Aegon's cock a few times. Then put her knees on either side of his legs and straightened up on her knees.

She placed his cock at her entrance and slowly began to sit on it.

They both moaned with relief.

Aegon's breathing quickened as she took all of him inside her.

Y/N felt his cock touch that spot inside her that almost made her lose her mind. No one but the two of them could have been so in tune with her and fucked her as well as they did.

Aemond pressed his body against Y/N's from her left side. The rough fabric of his suit almost stung her sensitive skin.

“Fuck yourself with his cock.”

Aemond's tone of voice was different in such moments. His voice would become more dominant with the feelings of desire. It was one of Y/N's favorite things to hear on nights like this, and another was Aegon's whimpers and moans.

She started bouncing on Aegon’s length. But even though she tried to speed up as she could, she was still too slow.

Aemond tsked from her side. “I know you can do better. Look at poor Aegon. You torment him.”

Y/N tried to pick up the pace, driven by the instinct not to disappoint Aemond. But all three knew Y/N wouldn’t make herself or Aegon cum without help.

“When you take one of our cocks inside, you lose all your functions.”

Y/N moaned in response to Aemond's words.

Aegon placed his hands on her thighs and squeezed hard. Her skin was already red, and she was sure that if he kept holding her thighs so hard, there would be bruises in the shape of Aegon's fingers.

She was already close to her climax. Aegon was no different from her. Aegon would have lasted much longer on a casual day, but seeing Y/N with a crown pushed him to his limits.

He could no longer resist her bouncing breasts. Aegon reached out and squeezed them. Y/N moaned loudly in response, and her walls tightened around him.

He knew she was on the edge of her climax. Whenever she was close, her walls became, in Aegon's words, 'delicious'.

Aegon looked at Aemond. He understood what he meant. "Are you close, my little dragon?"

"Yes, Aemond. Please!”

“Beg properly.”

“Please-“ Her words caught in her throat as Aegon lifted his hips and started pounding. “Please let me cum.”

“Good girl. You can cum after Aegon does.”

Aegon let go of her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Y/N threw her head back under the weight of the pleasure she felt.

And then the last thing she wanted to happen to her that night happened.

The crown slipped from her and fell on Aegon's legs.

Aemond stopped her movement completely. He pressed her hips against Aegon to prevent even the slightest movement.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes.

Aegon was frustrated that everything had stopped a few moves before he cum.

Aemond was looking at her with his usual expression. No one could ever tell from his facial expressions what he was thinking.

He lifted her off Aegon and sat her on the bed next to him. Her legs were aching with every movement.

“I told you if you dropped the crown, you'd go to bed needy.”

Y/N felt helpless under the weight of having her orgasm taken away for the second time that night.

Her eyes filled with tears.

But at the same time, it felt so good to feel Aemond's power over her. He was the one who decided when she would or would not have an orgasm.

“I'm sorry."

“You're lucky you're so pretty. Maybe I'll change my mind by the end of the night.”

“Thank you, Aemond."

“Good girl. You know when to say thank you.”

She nodded. Aemond felt weak at her submissiveness.

It was a perfect fit. Y/N was a perfect match for him.

“And what about me?” asked Aegon.

Aemond thought for a while, planning the rest of the night. “Get on your knees, Y/N.”

Y/N immediately got out of bed. She moved in front of Aemond and got on her knees.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N pulled Aemond's cock out. The tip was dark pink with need and dripping precum. She almost drooled at that sight.

She pumped his cock several times with her right hand. Then she brought her lips close to the tip. Y/N knew Aemond was an impatient man, and she didn't want to keep him waiting.

He moaned as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. The slightly salty taste of precum made her squeeze her thighs.

Slowly she began to take more and more of him into her mouth.

When his tip touched the back of her throat, she stopped and began to move back and forth along its length. She used her hand for the part she couldn't put in her mouth.

Aemond was not pleased that Y/N refrained from gagging. He tangled his fingers in her hair and began to push his cock slowly down her throat. She rested her hands on his thighs for support.

Aemond moaned again as she gagged around him. His cock brushed the back of her throat a few more times, and her eyes watered.

Aegon stood up and came over to them. He wrapped his right hand around his cock, trying to reach his orgasm. "You're perfect for us," said Aegon.

Aemond pulled his cock out of her mouth, stepped back, and began to try to empty himself with his hand.

Y/N sat on her knees at their feet, looking at them through her eyelashes. Her cheeks were wet with tears, drool running down her lips to her chin.

The sight alone was enough to make them both come on the spot.

Aegon was the first to cum on her breasts, and it was not long before Aemond followed.

Aemond walked to the bathroom as Aegon leaned over her. He took as much of the seed from her breast as he could with two fingers and brought it to her lips.

She immediately parted her lips and began to suck her lovers's seed from Aegon's fingers. She began to bob her head as she ran her tongue around his fingers.

Aemond came back from the bathroom with a towel.

Aegon removed his fingers from her mouth and let Aemond take his place. He wiped over her breasts, then took her arm and pulled her to her feet.

Y/N sat on the bed and waited for her lovers to change.

They both changed into their night clothes and sat on either side of her.

"I was good. I've done everything you asked me to do."

"What do you want, little dragon?"

"Please make me cum."

"Lay down on the bed."

Y/N did as Aemond told her and lay down on the bed. Aemond settled on her right side and Aegon on her left.

Aemond put his hand to her folds. He growled when he felt how wet she was. "You are so wet for us."

"Of course she is. You know how much she likes to suck our cocks."

Aemond slipped his two fingers inside her and played with her sweet spot. Y/N, still aroused from before, instantly turned into a moaning mess.

Aegon pressed his lips to hers and began to kiss her. With his left hand, he began to knead her breast. "Our whore," he said against her lips.

Y/N arched her back as Aemond began to play with her clit.

She reached the edge of her orgasm when Aegon lightly bit her where her neck met her shoulder.

"Aemond, I'm close," she said breathlessly.

Aemond drew a few more circles on her clit and withdrew his fingers. Aegon saw Aemond's hand stop moving, and he moved his lips and his hand away from her body.

Y/N looked at Aemond with red cheeks and tears in her eyes. "But you said I will cum."

“No, I said maybe I could change my mind. But when you dropped the crown and disobeyed me, you should have known the night would end this way.”

“Aemond, I'll do anything. Please.”

"All your orgasms belong to me. When you cum, you cum for us, not for yourself."

Y/N swallowed.

"Let's go to sleep now," Aemond said.

She turned to her other side and looked at Aegon.

"I'm sorry. You heard Aemond."

A tear fell from Y/N's left eye.

Aemond reached for the bedspread and covered the three of them.

Aegon took Y/N in his arms. Aemond hugged her from behind.

"Stop squirming and go to sleep, Y/N," said Aemond.

Y/N buried her head in Aegon's neck.

She fell asleep, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.

[immortalthunderstorm]

Aemond Targaryen and the Brothel Madam: A Case of Vulnerability? 

With the final trailer out and conversations running rampant, @liv000000 and I have been bouncing off ideas and theories on that Aemond shot and our thoughts on it. Obviously none of these are set in stone and need to be taken with a very sizeable pinch of salt as we don’t really have anything concrete to base it on, so a lot of this really is us just weaving scenarios together and trying to craft a narrative and character exploration based on a few crumbs.

Before we start off, we’d like to just say that we are not necessarily in favour of these. House of the Dragon has a history of often brushing over sexual trauma without giving those moments the recognition they deserve - we aren’t confident that this show is the right medium to accurately present such sensitive topics and that the writers really wish to do this in depth beyond victimisation and shock value. Neither is the fandom as we’ve now gotten to know it at large mature enough to accept and analyse these, especially if it involves a character they aren’t particularly fond of, as we’ve seen with the Alicent-Viserys rape scene or the ‘Foot Scene’ with Larys which got turned into a joke and yet again was squarely placed at Alicen’t feet as something that is somehow her fault and not the guy���s who was sexually assaulting her.

But, although we dislike the overall sentiment, we still want to try to make sense of it. 

We’re here to talk about this scene:

Some eagle-eyed fans have connected the hand holding Aemond here to the one of S1EP09’s brothel madam which he encounters with Criston Cole on their search for Aegon (there’s a scar beneath her knuckles that the actress, Michelle Bonnard, also has). For this analysis, we will pretend that this is confirmed.

For reference, we’re talking about this lady here:

A bit of background of what we learn of her and her ‘connection’ to Aemond:

“Aegon brought me to the Street of Silk on my 13th name day. It was his duty as my brother, he said, to ensure I was as educated as he was. At least that's what I understood him to mean. [...] He said, ‘Time to get it wet.’”

For his thirteenth nameday, Aegon took Aemond to the Street of Silk to lose his virginity, no doubt as a right of passage to essentially have him become a man, as fostered by Westerosi culture (we could write an entire other meta about this and Aegon’s perspective but won’t get into it here). Notice that Aemond expressed that he himself wasn’t sure of the advantage/purpose of this and just parrots what Aegon said to him without actively supporting this as his own opinion. It’s something he clearly didn’t really want to do himself but went along with because his older brother told him to.

Cole asks her about Aegon, while Aemond stands next to him, silent. At the end of the conversation, she says (flirtatiously):

“I wish you luck, good Ser. And my best to your friend. [to Aemond] How you've grown.”

This is personal, she recognises him. Was she the one to take his virginity? It seems likely. He clearly also hasn’t been back there since that day.

How does Aemond react to this?

He clearly still feels very uncomfortable around her even three years later, can’t maintain eye contact, shrinks away etc. This has no doubt ruined his perception of sex and engrained in his mind, the act of sexual intimacy is something unpleasant, humiliating, and potentially painful.

@darksvster also posted the script of this scene, which has Aemond ‘clearly shaken’ over being confronted with his abuser.

Since we know he hasn’t been back to the brothel since, him going there willingly now invites the presumption that this requires some sort of extreme trigger moment for him.

The two moments we’ll delve into for this are Blood & Cheese and Rook’s Rest, in which members of his family get hurt either directly or indirectly as a consequence of his actions. This also adds up with the leaks that the actress of the brothel madam is going to have a nude scene in either episode 2 (post B&C) or episode 5 (post RR).

Theory 1: Self Punishment

(we found this gif on Reddit, please let us know if you are or know who the original creator is and we’ll credit them)

In this shot, Aemond looks mentally defeated. His cheeks are wet, but he is not actively sobbing. He’s despondent and catatonic—empty. He also looks the most vulnerable we have ever seen him. His eye patch is off (something that we know from the book he rarely exposed on accounts of insecurity and ‘scaring the ladies’), he is naked and lying in a foetal position while someone (the brothel madam?) is holding onto his arm.

As we’ve explored how traumatic his first experience with her must have been, and how he was unwilling to even look her in the eye, much less seek her out for intimacy. This could be a form of utter self-punishment, a willing reenactment of the second most traumatic experience in his life. After B&C, he’d feel troubling amounts of guilt, so this is his way of putting himself through as much mental and bodily harm as possible. If this was about pleasure or comfort, it is doubtful he would go back to the woman who never gave him that feeling. Neither does his body language here show anything other than anguish. He’s partly disassociating.

There is also a theory floating about that rather than having 6 year old Jaeheara threatened with rape as in the book, this will be given to Helaena in the show (understandably so, as little Olive was only six at the time of filming).We could see the taunts being passed onto Helaena as her mother is tied up and can do nothing to help her, and it works just as well as it serves as humiliation to Aegon, as she’s his wife. In the shot below, Cheese has Helaena by the hair, very close to his body, and he’s delighting in her torment. This would hurt Aemond deeply, as he’s shown to be fond of Helaena and takes it upon himself to defend her whenever necessary. So, he’s essentially putting himself (guilty) to what his sister (innocent) was subjected to in his grief.

Theory 2: Emotional Incest

Emotional incest is a family dynamic that oversteps healthy boundaries between children and parents. It's a type of abuse in which a parent looks to their child for the emotional support that would be normally provided by another adult. The effects of covert incest on children when they become adults are thought to mimic actual incest, although to a lesser degree. It’s normally found in adults, but if you have people pleasing children (or parentification), they sometimes want to take on the role of the partner, rather than the child.

There are a few instances in this season, hinted at in the trailers and supported by the book, in which Alicent and Aemond won’t see eye to eye - she will not be happy with how he killed Luke and essentially ended all chances of peace. She also seems to advocate for caution and diplomacy alongside Otto whereas Aegon and Aemond will be out for revenge and full war. If we go by the book and Aemond also is the one to injure Aegon at Rook’s Rest, she will probably give Aemond the cold-shoulder after he’s willingly or unwillingly endangered his own brother. She’s shown to want to take the slow and diplomatic approach in this war, to avoid bloodshed as enough has been spilled, whereas her sons are eager for battle and war to get vengeance for the tragedy that has befallen them. She no doubt will give him an “I told you so” lecture, and Aemond will perhaps seek comfort, as he’s grown a twisted sense of his abuser after revisiting her in the brothel.

This adds to the theory that young Aemond chose the brothel madam specifically out of a need for comfort. In a situation like the one he was subjected to he chose a whore who at least looked like the person he feels safest around, his own mother who is a source of comfort for him and who he loves deeply. If that is the case, this paired with with the mental consequences of this encounter, it could develop into him being attracted to and seeking out women who remind him of her. This could also impact his later relationship with Alys Rivers.

We really dislike this, as much as it could make sense. Aemond is one of the few men in Alicent’s life who loves her without desiring or exploiting her, their relationship in season 1 was very soft and if the above is the case it adds a bit of a sinister and sexual note to a parent-child dynamic which so far has been relatively unproblematic.

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤCatch me if you can, working on my tan, Salvatore.

The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you, all this time, I adore you, can't you see you’re meant for me?

∴pairing: Sugar Daddy!Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

∴warnings and notes: age gap, reader is 20+ but her age isn’t mencioned, smut. Inspired by Salvatore from Lana Del Rey.

The first time you saw him was at an exhibition at the Targaryen foundation, which depicted life in Old Valyria. He was magnetic, intense and almost too attractive. Truly inaccessible, you thought, however, life wanted to positively surprise you with the opposite of that. You weren't used to going to sophisticated places, although you were a girl with expensive and demanding tastes, so when your friend invited you to the event your heart almost jumped out of your mouth. It was so exciting to be among such a select few of New York's elite, you could almost relax for a moment. Almost.

Underneath the subtle makeup and cheap clothes — perfectly chosen for the occasion —you were scared. Not out of fear of discovering your humble nature, after all that never embarrassed you, but fear of rejection, of the superb and elitist look in your direction, fear of humiliation by unhappy and mean people. At the start of the exhibition your figure stood alongside your friend and her friend, Aegon Targaryen, a fully representative specimen of the rich fuckboy stereotype — at least he was funny. However, as the evening progressed and people became more relaxed, you assumed you could move around and mingle with less tension around people. You've talked to some of the Targaryen/Velaryon youths closer to your age. Two of them, Jacaerys and Daeron were genuinely adorable and even a little flirtatious, which made you slyly recoil upon realizing their interest.

In this way, finding yourself in a corridor away from the small crowd, you began to contemplate some paintings placed on the wall that didn’t belong to the exhibition. One of them caught your attention and captured you for a long time, it was a night city in a cyberpunk aesthetic in the shape of the upper part of a male silhouette. You've never seen anything like that.

"Do you like it?" A male voice asked very close to you, on your side actually.

And then he appeared. Tall, thin, short hair, with a discreet smile.

“Uh, I'm not a big art connoisseur, but I appreciate a beautiful painting,” you said.

“And what do you think of this one?”

You returned to contemplate the painting again, before replying: “I like the futuristic aesthetic. It's aggressive, rowdy and intimidating, it reminds me of works like Altered Carbon, it's chaotic and dark and I can't stop admiring it. I don't really know if it's futuristic at all, but it resembles me. I think it was my favorite so far.”

He didn't hide his satisfied expression upon hearing your opinion, looking away from his handsome face to the screen in question.

“The reference was a troubled phase of my youth, I spent nights awake in galleries in downtown New York, Chicago and Paris. It was more underground than it is today and I certainly have some scars, but nothing that time can put us back on track.”

His eyes sparkled in self-realization. That was not only the author of the painting, but he was also a Targaryen. How did you not notice before? The short gray hair and violet eyes were distinctive enough to give away a Valyrian for miles. Maybe it was some mechanism in your brain to avoid associating him with a descendant of the dragon and making you nervous again, but it didn't matter now, not when he was already beside you in that beige linen shirt with the long sleeves and collar and sophisticated posture.

“Daemon Targaryen,” he said, holding out his hand.

You introduced yourself with a shy smile, greeting him back. “Are these all yours? They are very good."

He didn't need to look at the other pictures in the hall to nod. “Only a few, most are in my gallery.”

“Oh,” was all you said. “How long have you been painting?”

“I like to say I was born with brushes for fingers,” he chuckled with a hint of smugness. “And as for you, what were you born to do?”

"I don't know. I never really knew. I like my field, although I haven't graduated yet, but I never had a big dream or talent for arts in general.”

The look he gave you was understanding, almost affectionate, nodding. You stayed the rest of the night together, and even though you hadn't lived a third of what he had told you, the oldest Targaryen didn't make light of your experiences and aspirations for the future, quite the contrary, he asked a lot about your tastes, your dreams, your preferences and desires. Even if you were apprehensive about being around the most charming man you'd ever seen, Daemon was good enough to break through your preoccupation and wrap you up in a spiral of seduction veiled in sophisticated words and good conversation. By the gods, how you longed for that night not to end and you had to return to your simple and unglamorous life, to your heavy routine of studies and tiredness with uninteresting boys unlike the handsome man at your side.

“You have a beautiful face, you know, I would love to have you in one of my paintings,” he said as he rested his glass of white wine on the shelf beside him, “and I can already imagine how.”

"How?" You smiled in ecstasy, especially when he moved a piece of your hair to your ear and caressed your face. Your heart froze a beat and your mouth parted, a part of the smile still visible. It seemed too unreal to be true, but you would never object to what was about to happen.

“I'd love to show you,” he said before cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that made you float. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer and rose on tiptoe to reach him properly, only to find yourself deliciously pressed against the wall as he stole the breath from your lungs in the sexiest, most demanding way possible. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that your reality seemed fully magnified as he pulled back and stared into your face, still so close you could only get intoxicated on his expensive woody cologne. “Come to my apartment, I need you babygirl.”

Oh dear, an indecent sound nearly escaped your mouth at the nickname, your breathing turning into wheezes immediately. You've never been in a relationship with an older man, not for lack of interest, but there weren't any such attractive options close until tonight. It felt like a sensual dream, especially when he traced circular patterns on her neck with his thumb.

“Yes."

Daemon glared fiercely before pulling you gently around the waist and out of the room, opening the door for you to say goodbye to your friend and Aegon, hating the knowingly slutty look he directed at your figure. Your heart pounded with each traffic light the luxurious red convertible crossed, impressed by the ruby, blue and green lights that illuminated that part of town and even more by the large hand that was on your bare thigh. How you wished it would rise a little higher...

Luckily his dazzlingly modern apartment wasn't far away, with beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the sea of buildings and skyscrapers of the world's greatest metropolis. It was breathtaking. You couldn't help but walk to the center of the room, gently tapping the glass as a smile left your lips. "It's so beautiful."

“No more than you, I promise,” he whispered into your hair, next to your ear, sending shivers through the body. He curled one hand in front of your body, caging you between the glass as he brushed your hair away from your neck to sensually kiss your erogenous spot, making your eyes close and your hands rest on the glass. His vague hand ran over your waist and breasts, squeezing your flesh deliciously. “Have you been with a man before, babygirl? A real man, not these fuckers who don't know how to satisfy a girl properly.”

“No, I never have been,” you replied breathlessly, looking at him through the reflection.

“I will make sure you never forget this night.”

Daemon turned you around to kiss you, demanding to taste, lick, suck, and bite each of your mouths. He'd like to taste your sweet pussy right there, fucking your beautiful body against the glass, but he wanted more, so much more, he wanted to lay you on the bed while the blue light outside illuminated your body just like the painting he'd imagined. And so he did. He stripped you of your clothes before laying you on the white sheets, drinking in the masterful image before you. He leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck as he slid his hand down the length of your body to the wet spot between your legs, spreading your wetness with his fingers before massaging your clit incisively with the palm of his hand, making a long, breathy moan out of your throat as you held him from behind, desperate for more friction. He removed his hand from your legs to grab your breasts and bring them to his mouth, but was quick to repeatedly grind his clothed manhood against your needy, wet pussy. He smeared saliva on your breasts and continued to tread south, kissing and stroking your stomach with his big hands.

“Fuck,” he growled at the sight of your shimmering femininity, so eager for his attention. “So fucking pretty,” he said before kissing the inside of your right thigh, holding your hips in place to dip like a bee on your flower, eating you like no other has. You moaned loudly and squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto his hair as your legs unconsciously tightened around his head. He never wavered, devouring your pearl like a starving man only to feel your body relax beneath him, your orgasm coming so hot and wet it had you moaning pathetically as he licked for another moment. A proud smile appeared on his features, which was met by a shy and satisfied smile before your hands struggled to remove the last physical obstacle that separated them.

“Ready for me, love?”

You nodded during the long look at his beautiful member. How he would love to thrust into you with no hindrance, but that would be asking too much for a first night, he knew that. So when he returned to the bed with the condom on and settled himself between your legs, his hand on your knees, there was nothing to look forward to but losing himself in your wet heat, so deliciously hot and tight. He let out a guttural growl as you let out a sly moan, sagging in glee as your pussy was filled in a steady rhythm.

“Daemon,” you cried breathlessly, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He became deeper and faster in his movements. “Oh! Don’t stop!" Your whisper had him moaning in your ear and biting down on your bottom lip, fucking your sensual body hungrily.

“Fuckin' hells,” he growled as you squeezed him and milked him wet all over his cock, kissing the sensitive spot on your neck. He didn't last long after that, allowing himself to fully enjoy your heat to come hard over your body, rolling over to discard the condom and lying next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“That was amazing,” you said, smiling wide and tired, feeling your warm intimacy relax completely.

He just smiled and nodded silently, draping an arm over your shoulder. You didn't bother too much to stay awake, however, Daemon's low voice caught your attention.

“You said you never had great aspirations, but you also told me of dreams to be fulfilled, desires, everything you would like to have, see and live. Let me do it, babygirl, let me help you.”

Your eyes widened, looking up to meet his calm features. "Are you serious?" We don't even know each other well, this is a big step for both of us,” you said.

“We have enough time for that, I just need to know if you want it.”

This is definitely the best night of your life. Of course I do, holy shit I want it so bad. “Yes! I want it! I want it so much!” You kissed him sleepily, smiling against his lips. And that's how the dynamic between you began.

tag: my bestie @valeskafics cause she planted the idea of sugar daddy daemon in my head with this work here, check out her work! She's the queen of hotd content.

[unicorncornflakes]

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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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.