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NIV NISSIM and TAMIR GINSBURG Sublet (2020) dir Eytan Fox
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Niv Nissim, Tamir Ginzburg : Sublet (2020)
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John Benjamin Hickey and Niv Nissim in Sublet (2020)
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Sublet Eytan Fox. 2020
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Alessandra Sublet
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This is such an amazing start đĽš. I love their friendship ! Larys as a boss 𤢠our poor girl!
And the antique market???? Itâs one of my most favorite hobbies! Such a fun idea to add in the story.
I canât wait to read more and for her and Aemond to meet!
The Sublet - Roommate!AU
Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.
Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader
Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?
Notes: Well hello there my babies, hehe here is the little mini series I have begun for a modern!Aemond roommate AU. I'm super excited to explore this side of things as I have mostly been putting my focus into SFA. Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Hehe, slowish burn too <3 Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Christmas Beetle
The key scratched against the metal of the lock, your hand turning it as you opened the door to your flat, the smell of cooking curling around you as you stepped inside. From the kitchen you could hear your roommate Helaena humming to the music that played out of your speaker.Â
âHel!â You called out, dropping your keys into the dish by the door, toeing your shoes off as you moved inside the apartment.Â
âIn here!â Helaena sang back.
You moved your way down the hall, dropping your bag on the dining room table as you moved towards the kitchen.
Helaena stood barefooted in a singlet and pair of matching underwear. Her long silver hair piled atop her head, held together by a large butterfly clip.Â
âWhatcha cooking, good looking?â You asked, walking up behind Helaena who reached out to turn down the speaker that was currently playing Lana Del Reys âWest Coastâ.Â
Helaena turned her head, small silver butterfly earrings dangling from her ears, âBolognese!âÂ
The room smelt of cooking onion and tomato, and you breathed in deeply as she reached forward to put in some cut up carrots and celery inside of the ceramic large pot.Â
âYum. God I love you.â You sighed, leaning back against the counter as you watched her stir in the ingredients, âWhat did I do to deserve you?â
âAbsolutely nothing.â She grinned, reaching forward for the salt, sprinkling it atop, âWho else would feed you if I didnât?â
âHey! I can cook.â You frowned.
Helaena laughed loudly, âMi Goreng doesnât count.â
âIâll have you know I can cook more than that.â You crossed your arms around your chest as you kicked a foot out to hit her shin softly.
Helaena jumped back, âDonât be mean to the chef or you wonât get anything.â
You bowed, arm out in a dramatic flair, âApologies, Your Grace.â
âCut it out.â She pouted, âHow was work?â
Hopping up on the counter, you groaned, âDonât get me started. Larys was on my ass the whole day. Remind me why I work there again?â
âBecause you need the money, and I got you the job.â
âIt wasnât just you that got me the job.â You grunted, âI have a great resume.â
âOf course you do.â
Tossing your head back against the cabinets you looks at the cream ceiling, âUgh, how do you deal with Larys at all? Heâs such a fucking creep. I swear he is always looking at me with those beady little eyes. You know the only time he has ever been nice to me was when he complimented my new shoes.â You scrunched your nose up at the thought.Â
Your boss Larys Strong was a man who made your skin crawl. Lanky, with a crooked build, the brunette man always had a way of getting under your skin, and you could always feel his eyes on you when you worked in the office. He hovered around other workers, asking personal questions and prying into everyone elseâs personal lives, and yet you knew next to nothing about the man. A complete energy vampire.
âIâm sure heâs not that bad. Mum hasnât said anything about him and she works with him.â Helaena pointed out, bringing the spoon to her lips to try to sauce. She hummed loudly as she dipped it again, hand beneath it as she offered you a try.
You leant forward blowing on the spoon softly as steamed poured off of it, âYeah, but your mum isnât the most observant person, Hel.â You sucked the sauce into your mouth, eyes closing as you moaned loudly, âOh my god. This is heaven. If you werenât my best friend I would marry you.â
Helaena blushed and took the spoon back from you, swatting your thigh on the bench, âThat ship has sailed.â
You laughed loudly at the memory, âHow was I supposed to know you were hitting on me? You said I looked like a Christmas beetle.â
âChristmas beetles are beautiful.â Helaena said indignantly, âThey have many different colours and shades, and in the sun they glow.â
âDonât you go soft on me, Hely.â You teased, kicking your legs against the cabinet with a thunk, âBesides, you canât butter me up with this home cooked meal no matter how good it is. I canât believe youâre leaving me here alone.â You whined, throwing your head back, âAnd on break too!â
âLife is a cruel mistress.â She mocked you, âYou wonât even notice Iâm gone." A pale hand waved itself at you in the air in dismissal, "Itâs only for the month, maybe even less than that. You know I have to go see Daeron, heâs been studying at Old Town all by himself, the poor thing.â
âYeah well, not all of us can get into the prestigious Old Town University.â You huffed, âAnd I will notice youâre gone, who will cook me dinner?â
âI thought you said you could cook.â
âHel, you wound me.â You grabbed the front of your shirt above your heart dramatically.
Helaena snorted, âSuck it up. Besides, my brother is going to sublet the room for the month so you wonât be alone.â
âHel,â You whispered, head tilted in uncertainty, âPlease donât tell me Aegon is moving in. I love you, you know this, but your brother is a sex pest. Last time he came over he called me a Gazelle.â
âA Gazelle?â
âSaid I have long legs.â You grimaced.
âUgh. Gross. He is such a manwhore.â You hummed in agreement as Helaena scrunched her face up, mouth open in disgust, âBut no, Aemond is going to sublet the room.â
âHel, that isnât any better. Aemond?â You began, leaning forward as you looked at her uneasily, â'Canât pry a word out of the man', Aemond? 'Messy break up with his crazy ex', Aemond? Hel are you punishing me?â
âBe nice.â She slapped your arm, adding fresh basil into the pot that simmered gently, âAemond is sweet once you get to know him. Heâs just shy.â
âThe last time I spoke to him, I asked him how his day was and he just hummed at me. He hummed.â
Helaena laughed.
âItâs not funny, Hel! Who the hell just hums like that?â
A small laugh floated through her nose, âLook, Aemond was the only one I could get to sublet the room in such short notice. Especially someone I trust. Plus, he needs to get away from Harrenhal and move back to Kings Landing. Alys has really done a number on him, and I think if he gets some time away from her he will see itâs better that way.â
âCan't you ask your mum to cover the rent? Youâre not exactly scraping by.â
The Targaryens were richer than most, descended from ancient royalty, even owning an island called Dragonstone, a short boat ride away from shore, where a large fortress sat atop. Helaena would sometimes go for the summer to see her cousins, and had even taken you one year.
âI donât want anything to do with the family money. When I moved out, I made a promise to myself that I would make it on my own.â
You sighed, smiling at your best friend. She really was one of a kind, willing to go above and beyond for her friends and not freeloading from her generational wealth like her brothers did, âYouâre a good person, Hel. But youâre putting my head on the chopping block.â
âMm.â
âNot you too.â You whined.
âBetter get used to it," She grinned, enjoying your distress, "Aemond will be moving into my room at the end of the week. So I expect you to behave yourself while Iâm away and be nice to him.â
You gasped in mock offence, âIâm always nice!â
Helaena gave you a pointed look.Â
âOkay, well fine. Iâll be on my best behaviour for you.â You hopped off the counter, and put a hand on your chest and one in the air, âScouts honour.â
âYou werenât a scout.â
âNever too late.â You grinned.
Helaena scrunched her nose at you, âYouâre so annoying. Go shower, you stink.â
âI do not!â You said indignantly, turning your head to your shoulder to smell yourself.
âWell, thereâs too many chefs in the kitchen and I want to have an everything shower tonight.â
You opened your mouth in mock surprise as you looked at her, a soft gasp leaving your lips. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at your best friend, âAnd who are you shaving for?â You wiggled your eyebrows at her.
Helaena blushed, âNo one.â
âNo.â You said in disbelief.
âY/n-â
âPlease tell me youâre not.â
Silence.
âAre you seeing Sara again?âÂ
Helaena looked so sheepish as she went back to stirring the dinner, you moved to stand behind her, resting your head on her shin from behind as you watched her cook, âHel, what are you hiding from me?â
âGo away, you big gnat.âÂ
âI thought I was a Christmas beetle?â
âIâve changed my mind. Plus youâre one to talk, I saw Creganâs car out the front the other day as I left for work.â Helaena snipped, flustered and cheeks completely red. Her neck speckled with a blush that rose up from her chest.
âGlass houses. Besides, you canât say the Starks arenât scrummy.â You pinched her side and moved away from the kitchen, âIâm going to shower, and Iâll make sure to leave you some hot water so when Sara comes over tonight youâll be all squeaky clean.â You teased.
âShut it!â
The next morning you rose early to make yourself a cup of tea, you bumping into Sara on her way out of the house. The brunette was moving quickly out the door, hair knotted at the back of her head and lips blushed.Â
âMorning Sara.â You greeted her as she walked past you on the lounge, clearly not expecting to see you. You lifted your mug of tea up towards her in greeting and watched as her cheeks blushed a deeper red than the top she was wearing.Â
âMorning.â She responded, âSorry, Iâve got an early class to get to.â
âIts Saturday.â
âUh-â The Stark stuttered.
âAnd itâs break.â
âOh, shut up." She smirked, "Tell my brother I said 'hi.'â Smile pulling downwards on her lips playfully.Â
You laughed softly in the quiet of the room, and bid her a goodbye.Â
Sara and Helaena had been on and off for longer than you had known Helaena, and was actually how you met Cregan. Sara had set it up after a night of drinking together, and Helaena had only encouraged you to âlet your freak flyâ.
Cregan was amazing. Tall, kind, smart and with a handsomeness that only Northerners had, with these dark brown eyes that you could get lost in.Â
But in saying that, you werenât compatible in anything other than sex or casual friendship. You had been sleeping together for a few months when he wanted more, and you werenât ready for that. And so you had ended the little tryst that you had, and parted on good terms. Amicable terms.
For a while, the two of you hadnât spoken, letting Cregan have space from you to process what had happened, but eventually you had received a text to meet up for a coffee one day, and decided you were better off being friends.Â
Who fucked.Â
Occasionally.Â
Helaena exited her room shortly after, her silver hair messy and wearing an oversized t-shirt that hung to her mid thighs, a large centipede with a hat on the front.Â
âGood morning sleepy head.â You sang to her, watching as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.Â
âWhy are you up so early?â She grumbled, clearly not having gotten much sleep.Â
âThereâs an antique market down in the square and I thought we could go and get some trinkets.â You smiled, watching as her eyes came alight.
âTrinketville.â She spoke in a high pitched voice.
âYup!â
Shuffling her feet towards you, she leant over the back of the couch, âWhen does it start?â
âStarted around 7.â You grabbed your phone to look at the screen, âItâs only 8:40, so if you quickly get dressed I can drive us down and get us a park.â
âYay!â Helaena chirped, spinning back into her room suddenly alive.
As she walked away you called out to her, âSaw Sara sneak out.â
âHuh?â Helaena yelled back.
âI saw Sara this morning!â
Helaena stuck her head out from the door, hiding her naked body behind its frame, cheeks tinged pink, âPlease donât tell me you said anything.â She winced.
âI just said good morning.â You said coyly, watching as Helaena sighed in exacerbation before going back into her room.
âYou know,â You called out, standing to put your mug in the dishwasher, âYou donât have to hide her in your room. I donât hide Cregan.â
Helaena stepped out wearing a pair of pale denim overalls, and a soft yellow shirt underneath, socks and doc martins in hand, âYeah well, you havenât dated Cregan.â
âI mean we kind of did.â You shrugged, leaning against the side of the couch as she sat at the small dining table to put her shoes and socks on.Â
âFucking him on the couch doesnât count as dating.â
It was your time to blush, âClose enough.â
Helaena snorted, lacing up her boots, âArenât you going to get dressed?â She eyed you up and down, one brow raised.Â
You looked down at yourself. You were in an old busted t-shirt which had far too many holes to make it physically sound, and beneath you wore some old track pants and slides.Â
âWhats wrong with what Iâm wearing?â You asked, offence in your tone.
âWhatâs right with it?â Helaena grimaced, âGo get actually dressed you slob. What if thereâs someone cute at the markets?â
âI will have no time for cuties as I will be too lost in the joys of finding the ultimate trinkets for my collection.â You sniffed, raising your chin in defiance.Â
âBorderline hoarding at this point.â
You gasped, âHey! Says you Miss Insects.â
âGo get dressed,â Helaena insisted leaving no room for argument, âThen we will head out. Do you think theyâll have coffee?â
You laughed, âYeah, there should be a truck.â
When you were dressed and ready, you drove yourself and Helaena down to the markets, already full of people and bursting with life.
Many people brought their dogs with them and to your delight, an old man people called Maester Orwyle was seen walking his white Persian cat inside of a pram. The cat sat with her paws crossed in front of her as she watched everyone walking past, the occasional hiss given to the dogs that passed her or children who got too close.Â
Helaena giggled loudly as you both passed it, moving to look at another antique jewellery stand, Helaenaâs eyes immediately spotting a small, gold, dragonfly pin. Its wings had emeralds on its tips and a larger one as its head.Â
She held the pin in her hand, uncertain if she should get it or not, the old man behind the table trying to sell it to her.Â
âItâs real gold, 14 karats. Real emeralds too. A pretty broach for a pretty girl.â
Helaena smiled politely though you knew she wished to move away.
âCome on Hel, when will you ever find something like that again?â You encouraged her. Her lip was caught between her teeth as she thought.
Looking up at the greying man behind the table, you asked for the price, âHow much?â
â$70.â The man replied.
Helaena moved to put the pin back down, âItâs too expensive.â She said quietly.
âNonsense.â You whispered back. âIâll give you forty for it.â You looked at the man.Â
âForty is too low. Iâll do sixty.â
âFifty.â You counted.
âY/n.â Helaena hissed.
The old man hummed as he look at the two of you before he nodded, âFifty then.â
You looked at Helaena triumphantly and watched as she sheepishly gave the man the money, clutching the pin in her hand as the two of you walked away.
âI hate when you do that. It's so embarrassing. Youâre like my grandpa.â
âDid you just compare me to Otto?â You grimaced, remembering your interactions with the stiff older man. He was rather cold, and barely spoke a word to you unless to correct you, but he would brighten up when speaking to Helaena considerably.Â
âYou leave him alone, heâs old.â
You hummed in response.Â
âYouâll get along with Aemond just fine if you keep that up.â Helaena teased and you stuck your tongue out at her, moving to look at some old books.Â
You picked up an old heavy leather book, which looked to have been buried in dust. You opened the cover gently and looked at the front page. Your eyes widened.Â
âHelaena!â You hissed, grabbing her to your side as you looked down at the book in your hand, âThis is a First Edition.â You quietly whispered.Â
âLooks like the worst edition.â She giggled and you elbowed her in the side.
âSeriously Hel, these are so hard to come across! Itâs âThe Lovers of Queen Nymeriaâ too, this is like old old.â You explained, excitement racing through your veins, âThese are seriously hard to get a hold of!â
âGod, you and Aemond are the same. I swear my dad had that in his library.â
You snorted, âYeah, well, not all of us come from royalty, Hel. I come from a long line of peasants, which I-â
âOh, cut it out.â She griped.
You let yourself laugh, holding the book in your hands in wonder, âTheyâre probably asking for hundreds for this. God, I canât believe Iâm even able to touch it right now!â
Helaena looked up at the young man who had the stall, âExcuse me, could you please tell us the price of this book?â
âHel, itâll be way out of my price range.â You sighed quietly.
The man turned and came over, looking at the book in your hands, âIâll give it to you for $20.â He said with disinterest, looking at the worn cover.Â
â$20?!â You said in disbelief, shock crawling through you.
âWeâll take it!â Helaena responded quickly, handing he man $20 from her small silver purse.Â
âHel, Iâm paying for it.â
âNope!â She popped the âpâ as you moved away, holding the book in your hands in shock. âThis is my gift to you, plus you saved me the money for the pin, aaaand you can take it as me buttering you up because mumboughtmeanearlierflight.â The last part of her sentance was speedily blurted as she turned to look at you, offering you a remorseful smile.Â
âYou bitch.â You narrowed your eyes at her, âYouâre lucky I love you.â
You walked side by side, looking at the rest of the stalls, finding some fun little things before the two of you decided to go home, exhausted from walking around in the hot sun for hours.Â
When you arrived back at the apartment, Helaena slumped onto the couch the two of you had found on the street years back. It was a light brown velvet, with dark wood detailing. An absolute classic.
The silver haired girl sighed, tugging her bag onto her lap as she begun to line up her buys of the day on the table.Â
You joined her, placing your book on the table followed by a small, vintage, golden mirror and a large candle holder for your room. Helaena had bought her pin, a small blue skirt with little green beetles on it, as well as a large framed Luna Moth.
You let your head drop to her shoulder, âIâm going to miss you.â You whined, tapping your head onto the bone of her shoulder.Â
âYou big baby, Iâll be back in no time.â
âBut youâre leaving me on breaaaak. What about all the hotties we were going to pick up at the bars?âÂ
Helaena laughed loudly as she rested her head against the top of yours, âPlenty of time to do that when I get back.â
You grunted, âDonât act like you didnât tell me you are leaving earlier. You said end of the week.â You pulled away and looked at her with your eyes narrowed, âWhen are you leaving now?â
âTomorrow.â Helaena sighed.
âTomorrow?! What!â
Helaena began to fiddle with her hands in her lap, her pale fingers picking at the skin at her nails. You watched as Helaena became quiet, shut in, and a sudden wave of anxiety moved through you.Â
âHel, whatâs wrong? Has Sara done something?â You questioned, head dipping to try and catch her eyes.
âDads sick.â
Your brows furrowed as you looked at her, âHas he gotten worse?â You asked softly.
Helaenaâs dad had been sick for a long time, when you had met her she was worried, but knew there was nothing that she could do. Her visits to her family home back then were frequent, but as time went on, her visits became less, and she had assured you that his team of carers and her mother could handle it.
âItâs not good.â
âIâm so sorry.â
âItâs okay,â She gave you a sad smile, âIt was going to happen one day or another. Mum wants us to go back to see them at the Keep, so Iâm going to Daeronâs to get him and we will go together.â
âBut what about Aemond? Will he be going with you?â
Helaena let out a quiet breath, âDad doesnât have the best relationship with Aem and Egg. Pretty sure my sister will be at the Keep with my nephews, and well,â She paused, and you knew why, âYou know Aem doesnât have a good relationship with them.â
You remembered the day Helaena had told you about Aemondâs fight with Lucerys when they were kids and the accident. You had felt terrible hearing the news, but now understood why tensions in the family were so strained. Not to mention that Helaenaâs sister Rhaenyra, from his first marriage, was largely favoured over his other three children.
But from all accounts that Helaena had told you, Rhaenyra was a lovely woman, and incredibly kind to her.
You grabbed Helaenaâs hand and held it, âLet me know if you need me to come, yeah? Or need anything of me. I mean anything. You need me, Iâll be there.âÂ
Helaena gave you a gentle smile as she nodded, âThanks, but Iâll be okay. Maybe you could come to the Keep and stay a week or something once I'm settled.â
âWill that hunky Criston be there?â You waggled your eyebrows at her.
Helaena's face morphed into disgust, âEwww. I donât see what you see in him.â
âWhat? Heâs hot, plus him being your mums bodyguard makes it so much hotter.â
âHeâs not her bodyguard.â Helaena argued.
âSure, then he just follows her around like a lost puppy and is paid to look pretty. Anyhow, when is Aemond coming since you go tomorrow?â You rested your head back against her shoulder, fiddling with her hand in her lap as you wiggled her fingers with yours.
âHe said heâd be driving his old chevy Vhagar in, so who knows how long that will take. If it doesnât break down on the way.â Helaena snickered.
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The house, built in the 1850, is super charming and crooked. The entrance is up the stoop & goes up 1 staircase to 2 bedrooms (one is a converted office) and bathroom. Another set of stairs takes you up to the top bedroom, living room/kitchen. The entire building is 4 floors, but we have the 3rd and 4th to ourselves. Housemate lives upstairs on the 4th floor and has her own private bathroom.
Pictures below are of the bedroom, office, and bathroom on the 3rd floor:
The 3 month sublet (July, Aug, Sept 2024) includes the bedroom, office, and bathroom on the 3rd floor. $1700/month (includes utilities) and $600 deposit. Includes a large bedroom and large office, as well as a bathroom with a mini-washer on the floor. Nearest subway is Clinton-Washington G, but nearly all the lines are a 15-20 walk away (F/A/Q/B/2/3/4/5).
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Henry & Simone - two unlikely flatmates
#ts4#the sims 4#sims community#sims 4 screenshots#*mine#show us your sims#showusyoursims#simblr#will this be a story?? who knows... i have put some thoughts into this hmm#Simone's husband died some years ago and she wasn't able to afford her apartment by herself so she sublets one the rooms and it's currently#Henry who lives with her.. she's an artist btw while he .. well calls himself a streamer but he has so deliver pizza so he can actually#afford rent as well // uff that got too long and it's not even everything lol
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wait hang on that wasnât wakeâs sword. BoE donât use swords. thatâs a million times funnier oh my godddd
#imagine being a vengeful ghost and youâre just haunting some randomâs sword#what if it was already haunted. sheâs subletting#awake remembrance of these valiant dead#tlt#the locked tomb#blood of eden
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new home, new beginnings
#simblr#ts4 gameplay#g:archive#oc:brian#oc:fiadh#hello simblr#impossible thing happened#wolfavens has a sim post up#i moved them to sulani#priya is subletting their evergreen harbour place#notice the lack of new kit items#because if something happens to bri's face#i'm uninstalling this game and never looking back lol
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John Benjamin Hickey and Niv Nissim in Sublet (2020)
#sublet#john benjamin hickey#niv nissim#filmedit#lgbtedit#film#movies#mine#mine: gif#just look at this cute dilf
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eddie moves to texas, leaving buck in la, but crucially does not tell chris, just says heâll see him soon. chris and eddie spend time together, are doing okay, chris wants to know how long a time off bobby gave his dad to visit texas, eddie informs chris that he actually lives here now and thinks chris will like his new room. chris is horrified because he never wanted to stay in texas. a call back to eddie quitting the 118, âi thought thatâs what you wanted/i never said thatâ and chris is like well what now i donât want to live in texas i want to go home, whereâs buck? and eddie is once again tortured by the idea that heâs doing everything wrong because he uprooted his life, chrisâs life, bucks life, and none of them wanted it. chris tells eddie to call buck immediately and eddie does and then we cut to bucks loft, where heâs sitting on eddies old couch with red eyes, raises the ringing phone, glances at the name, and then silences it and puts it back down, raises a beer and drinks in silence, shot exactly like the post-breakup scene but without eddie.
#buddie#divorce round 3#I am ready for the angst#queue bucks realization#eddie so badly needs to get in contact with buck#Buck doesnât want to talk to Eddie because he just got left behind again#and it stings#and his sister is missing#and heâs left his manic baking era#for his depressed girl era#and he gets 45 tattoos in a week#especially on his thighs#please give him ostarks thigh tats#and then buck is going out on the town#let buck fuck#and heâs wearing his tiny running shorts and flirting with randos to ignore the eddie eddie eddie eddie in his head#and meanwhile eddie is fighting with his parents who want him to stay#but Chris wants to go#but eddie is already subletting their house#and buck wonât answer#he hasnât even texted eddie back#and chris tries to find buck on find my friends but his location is off now#and now eddie is frustrated because what the fuck buck#and heâs pissed at buck for not picking up and leaves an annoyed voicemail#apologizing but also telling him to call him back because I know youâre upset but this is ridiculous buck we donât do this#and then it turns out that buck was hit by a car leaving#and his phone was crushed which is why his location isnât working#and nobody calls eddie because he left#but Denny texts Chris that he hopes buck will be okay#and chris is like????
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i would have thrown a chair at him and i am so serious. because what's wrong with him.
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The Sublet - Roommate!AU
Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Angst, death, mourning, funeral, fluff, smut, daddy kink, breath play, spanking, slapping, fingering, face fucking, degradation, gagging, deep throating, dumbification, edging, creampie, crying, dacryphilia, dirty talking, name calling, rough handling, sadomasochist, sadism, spitting, spitplay, squirt, the correct method of choking, drugs (weed), alcohol, smoking.
Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader
Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?
Notes: Another monstrous chapter sitting at 10+k, because when I said this series was going to only be 15 chapters I meant it hahaha. Goodness, gracious me, here we are. We have come to the end of this series! Thank you so much for all your love and support this whole way through! I hope that you have enjoyed it, and I hope I did the ending some sort of realistic justice. I shall be getting onto my requests now hehehe, anyway, ENJOY! <3
Final Chapter: Stay
Waking that morning, you had not expected to be met with what you were. You had thought that the day would be spent with some awkward, uncertain glances cast Aemondâs way, with the others casting theirs towards you both. Then perhaps you would talk again.Â
Or fuck.
Or both.
Your little traitorous brain hoped for both.Â
But no, that's not what you woke up to that morning. You woke up to a nightmare come true. And although all had prepared for it for years, and in fact, the reason why all were back at the Red Keep, it still came as a bombshell that shook the family to its very core.
Viserys was dead.
Gone peacefully in his sleep, found by none other than his doting eldest daughter and wife.Â
You had woken to the bedroom door shutting, a peak of Criston Coleâs hair in the crack of the door. Helaena stood frozen by it, swaying slightly on her feet before she walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at the far wall.
âHel?â You sat up, hand coming to touch your best friends shoulder, âWhat's happened?â
Fear of the unknown settled into your gut.Â
Her lavender eyes turned to you.
âHeâs dead.â
The Keep was in disarray.Â
Rhaenyra and Daemon were in shambles, having lost a father and brother all in one. It was a most terrible thing to witness. You felt grief yourself for your friends, and for the family as a whole as they moved through the motions of his death, his leaving of their worlds. You felt akin to an invasive species as you sat amongst them, foreign, displaced, unfitting in their neat yet disturbed world.
Lucerys and Jacerys were grieving with their mother and step-father, the twins joining them. As for the other children of Viserys? That was another story.
Amongst the four of them, there was not a single tear shed for their father, bar Aegon in the early light of the morning, stained cheeks hidden in the shadows, red rimmed eyes, and a tiredness that no young man should have at his age, pulling down at his shoulders. But he had swallowed it quickly and quietly as he had for his whole life and went outside to smoke.
You couldnât however account for Aemond, as he was nowhere to be seen.Â
Sitting in the gazebo with the three silver haired siblings, you tried to offer condolences, a shoulder to cry on if needed, but all were content to grieve in their own way; Aegon smoking yet another joint, Daeron texting someone animatedly, and Helaena, simply staying quiet and composed beside you.Â
It wasnât what you had expected for people to have just lost their father, but you supposed that everyone grieves in their own ways, theirs being much different to your own.
Helaena stood from where she had sat, dressed in all black, something you had not once seen her wear, a stark change to the bright colours that she usually donned. Perhaps this was her way of showing her grief. Her mourning.Â
Her loss.
âWalk with me.â She said quietly, and you nodded, jumping up as you grasped her hand, letting her lead you down the garden to look at the various plants and trees that were in a part of a gated garden entrance.Â
Greenery of all sizes, shapes, and colours grew beautifully, small little plaques beneath identifying their scientific name. The Red Keep's garden had some of the rarest of flowers and trees in the whole of the realm. It even had the famed Winter Roseâs from the North in a special greenhouse that kept them in below freezing temperatures.Â
It was still early in the day, the sun only just rising to its peak as you walked together in silence, your hand in hers as you followed her lead, looking at the shrubs and immense show of wealth. If it werenât for the reason of your walk, you would have been more animated upon seeing some rare and beautiful orchids, perfectly potted and healthy.
Your steps crunched along the cobblestoned path, twisting around to an extended part of the estate that you hadnât been to. There, in front of you, was a most beautiful sight to behold.Â
Ruby red leaves sprouted out of ashen branches, twisting upwards towards the sky.Â
A Weirwood tree.
And a very old one by the looks of it.Â
âThe Godswood.â Helaena explained to you, taking you closer to it.
You were so entranced by its incredible beauty, thinking of how Cregan's description of his back home didn't do it justice, that you hadnât even noticed the man that sat amongst its roots, leant back on the trunk.
Aemond Targaryen sat beneath the branches and leaves of a tree that had been a symbol of the Old Gods to his family for hundreds of years. One leg was stretched out in front of him, whilst the other was bent, his long arms crossed over the top of his knee lazily.Â
He watched you as you came towards him, words caught in your throat.Â
The light that peaked through the tips of the branches shimmered down on his pale hair, causing it to glimmer with each parting of the leaves from the breeze that rolled through. His face looked flat, emotionless.
Blank.
Helaenaâs hand slipped away from yours and you turned to look at her. She gave you a soft smile, before she walked away without a word, leaving you in the small Godswood courtyard with her brother.Â
You stood for a moment or two, the both of you watching each other before your legs pulled you towards him. You moved to sit beside the long limbed man, pulling your knees up to your chest as you kept your eyes straight ahead, not wanting to make him feel overcrowded, or as if he was being observed. Instead, you hoped that your presence was, at least, the tiniest bit of comfort if he needed it.
You werenât sure what to do or say as you sat together, both staring off into the distance as the soft rustling of leaves moved overhead. If not for the death that had occurred in the early hours of the morning, the day would have been beautiful.
It was like that for a while, just the both of you. Basking in each others company silently, and yet you felt the need to do more. To say more. To show him more. To show him that you cared, to try and rebuild that bridge that had been torched between the two of you, in the way he had attempted to last night.Â
You felt guilt knowing that he would have woken up to not only an empty bed, but the news of the death of his father in a Keep he didnât want to be in, surrounded by people he so desperately tried to avoid.
Tendons and veins pulled beneath the skin of Aemond pale hand as he rubbed a thumb and forefinger together atop his knee.
It was always his hands. Something you had learned rather quickly about him. His hands always moved when in thought, when irritated, lost, or angry.
Any strong emotion caused the man to fidget.
It was a habit that he shared with Helaena, no doubt inherited by their mother.
With no other way to convey what you were feeling, you lifted your hand and placed it atop his. His hand was warm, and twitched beneath yours. Aemond, without wasting a second, flipped his over and held onto yours tightly, threading his fingers through yours atop his knee.
Silence stretched forever until-
âI donât mourn him.â Aemondâs voice moved with the breeze, soft and quiet, gently carried away from the courtyard, and you felt a pull of sorrow for him deep within your chest.
âWe werenât ever close. Cole was more a father to me than him.â There was a hollowness to his words which you would argue was grief, until he continued, âI donât grieve the man he was, I grieve the father he could have been to me. The father he should have been to me. Something that I never had.â
Tears prickled in your eyes for him.
Gods.
Why had life been so cruel to this man?
A soft chuckle floated from his lips, a stark difference to his demeanour before, âI used to try so hard to impress him when I was young. Studied, learnt our traditional tongue before any of my other siblings did, and even then, it wasnât enough for him. I was never enough for him. He was sick, yes,â Frustration bled from his shoulders, tense and closed in, âBut he had more time for them than us.â
There was the anger.
Sorrow.
Spite.
Aemond Targaryen had felt he had been in his nephews shadow his whole life.
And it showed.
âIt was worse for Aegon. First son and all. A shiny new toy for Viserys before his expectations became too high for Egg and he rebelled. Then nothing he would do could impress the man.âÂ
You squeezed his hand tightly, shuffling across the hard roots of the tree to get closer to him, leaning your shoulder heavily against his, so he could feel your weight, so he could feel the heat of your body. To comfort him, to be there for him, all while not being smothering.
âIâm sorry, Aemond.â
He shook his head, long strand of silver falling over his shoulder as he looked at you, âDonât be.â
Silence fell over you again, and you watched as a lone red leaf, pointed sides and all, slowly drifted from above the two of you down onto the grassy ground below. It swooped from side to side, spinning gently before soundlessly falling amongst green blades.
You didnât want him to be alone.Â
You didnât want him to feel isolated.
And in your restless, sleepless night, you had thought about him.
âItâs going to be okay.â You whispered, and watched as he turned his head to look back at you, his lone eye searching your face.Â
Your thumb soothed over his gently, your words having more than one meaning.
His bottom lip was pulled into his mouth by his teeth, and then his voice came up and out from deep within his chest as he gazed at you intensely, clouded eye unmoving, and the sun shining down onto his scarred side of his face.
âStay.â He asked you for the very first time.
A stark opposite to all the times you had uttered that word to him.Â
Asked him to stay with you.
It was first time he spoke that four lettered word to you, beneath the crimson leaves of the ancient Godswood in a home that he had grown in.
You heeded his request.Â
Together, you sat beneath the branches and looked up through them, side by side in a wordless promise to each other.
Stay.
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The next few days were a whirlwind. The funeral was held on the grounds of the estate, people from all over flying in to say their goodbyes to the patriarch of House Targaryen.
At first you had asked Helaena if you could go back home, not wanting to intrude on her families grief, but she had insisted, no, begged for you to stay for the funeral.
And so you had.
It was an intense and sad ordeal, but not once did you leave Helaena or Aemondâs side. You stuck by them both, and he always came to you.
Crossing the kitchen to come to you. Crossing the dining table outside to come to you. Crossing the hall to come to Helaenaâs room and sit on the bed with the two of you, happy to be just in your presence and not say a thing.Â
Aegon had silently cried at the funeral. The only child of Alicent to do so. You had watched as fat tears rolled down his rosy cheeks, eyes cast at the coffin of his father, as his mother stood stoically beside him.
Alicent Hightower had cried softly when she had read the eulogy, then followed by Rhaenyra and Daemon's. It was the only time that you felt you would ever see the pair look out of their usual controlled demeanour.Â
After the funeral, there was the service, where all came to Rhaenyra and Alicent to offer their condolences, the two women standing side by side in all black. At one point, you had watched as Alicentâs pinky reached out, searching for Rhaenyraâs hand. It had curled against the other womanâs, and you watched as the other tilted her head slightly in shock, before she made a larger move, and curled her hand directly around the auburn haired womanâs beside her.Â
It was days after the funeral before all of you were back together again, side by side.
It had been a long day, longer than the last, and the night had bled into the sky in a deep purple before turning to its deeper shade of blue. Aegon had done rounds, going to each and every room to tell all to meet him down at the pool for some well needed drinks.Â
Aemond had been sat at Helaenaâs vanity watching the two of you sit on the bed and softly giggle at a message Sara had sent her, your silver haired friend more intent on moving forward than looking back.
Hand in Helaenaâs, you led her and Aemond down to the pool, not bothering to put swimmers on.Â
It was dark outside, the usual lights strung about the garden having been turned off, the only source of light coming from the moon, the stars, and the smaller lights that edged around the pools perimeter.
The others were already there, you having seemingly been the last pitstop, passing around popped bottles of champagne, wine and beer. There was the sweet, dank smell of Aegonâs weed again in the air, the short haired man leant back on his elbows as he looked up at the sky, bottle of MoĂŤt in one hand.
It was awkward at first, what with Jacaerys and Aemondâs outburst the last time you were all together before the funeral, but before long, and with the help of your trusty liquid courage, all seemed to melt into the numb feeling that the alcohol brought them.Â
You laid back in one of the armchairs, Helaena, between your legs, head resting on your stomach as you brushed the silver strands away from her face as she looked up at the stars. Aemond watched from beside you, having pulled over one of the other poolside chairs.
The twins, and the brown haired boys were sat at the waters edge with Aegon, their legs dangling into the pool as they swung them softly back and forth, drinking and talking quietly amongst themselves.Â
Daeron, having disappeared for a moment, came back with his speaker, softly playing music through it to fill the gentle quiet that surrounded you all.
It was soft, calm, and peaceful enough for such a tumultuous time, and as the night got longer, and bottles of alcohol became drained, blunts were passed, and inhibitions were lowered, smiles and laughter were shared amongst all.Â
Even Aemond.
But that stillness was disturbed when the tipsy, brown haired Lucerys stood and faced everyone, bottle of red wine in hand. The smiles dissipated, and a serious energy floated amongst everyone again.
âI want to make a toast.â The young man said with drunken confidence, thrusting out the wine bottle towards Aegon, âTo Viserys.â
Jacaerys lifted his beer towards his younger brother, the twins following suit with their cans of fruity mixer.
Lucerysâ eyes fell on Aemond, before his lips pulled down solemnly, turning away to roam his gaze on everyone else, âHe wasnât a perfect man-â
Aemond quietly scoffed beside you.
â-But if it wasnât for him, none of us would be here.â
Aegon hummed in agreement, sipping deeply from his almost empty bottle of MoĂŤt.Â
Lucerysâs gaze fell to you as he scratched the back of his neck, âExcept you, Y/n. Youâd still be here. Well, not here here. But youâd still-â
â-Alright, move it on.â Baela joked lovingly at him as he began to ramble.Â
Straightening his posture, Luc thrust his wine up to the sky, âTo Viserys.â
All lifted their drinks up to toast, bar Aemond, hands bringing wine to their lips, beer to their mouths, or champagne to their tongues. You offered Aemond a small, sad smile, and he returned it, sipping at his beer in thought.Â
It wasnât a full toast per-say like the others, but he drank in the mans honour regardless.
A large palm opened up towards you, pale fingers lazily spread in offering. You looked at his long digits, signet ring on one.
âCome here.â Aemond hummed, gentle look in his eye.Â
Helaena pulled herself from your lap and looked at her brother, âI thought youâd never ask!â She chirped playfully, and he rolled his eye at her.Â
A small giggle fell from your lips as you looked at his hand again. Still outstretched towards you in front of everyone.
In front of everyone.
Your heart raced in your chest as you stood, placing your hand in his, the warmth of his palm spreading up your arm as you moved over to Aemond, who pulled you between his long legs in a similar way you had done with Helaena. His legs were bent on either side of you with your back against his chest. You felt his chin dip to rest at the top of your head, and a warmth spread through your chest like wildfire.Â
Helaena smiled at your warmly as Aegon craned his neck backwards to look at the two of you.
âHow long has this been going on?â He teased, glassy eyes narrowing on the both of you.
Lucerys, who had sat back down beside his brother after his toast, turned around with Jacaerys to observe. And when their heads turned, the others followed.
Heat rose in your cheeks and you felt a sudden shyness at it all. The urge to hide was strong.
But really, what was this?
You didnât know.
But it was something.
Something more than before.
But still, you didnât have an answer, so you moved to respond.
âOh, weâre n-â
â-A while. I was just a dick about it.â Aemond interrupted you, and your heart soared.
Did he -
Did he just-
Did he just confirm your thoughts?
Did he just validate your feelings?
Answer all your burning questions that had kept you awake at night?
A while.
That implied that this was more.
That this had always been more.
That this was solid.
That this was-
âSo thatâs why you wouldnât fuck me.â Aegon pouted, smirk pulling at his lips.
Aemond sighed heavily behind you, âThat and the fact that youâre utterly repulsive.â
Aegonâs mouth dropped open as he stared at his brother, âYou wound me! Iâll have you know that there are plenty of people who havenât found me repulsive.â
âToo many, if you ask me.â Helaena snickered.
Aegon flicked his joint at his sister, standing straight as he looked down at everyone.Â
âGood thing I didn't ask you. Iâll have you know Iâm polyglamourous.â Hands on his hips.
âPolyamorous.â Daeron corrected his brother.
Aegon grinned, victory in his cheeks, âI meant what I said.â
Aemondâs hand rubbed up and down your thigh soothingly as the night moved on, goosebumps rising on your flesh with each stroke of his long fingers. His chest was warm against your back, and you felt that you could fall asleep from where you were.
Helaena squealed at her phone loudly, breaking you from your fatigued thoughts.
âWhat is it?â You turned to face her, watching as a large grin pulled at her lips.
âSara got us tickets to see the Phantom of the Opera!â
âWhat!â
âYes!â She shook her phone in her hand whilst she screamed in excitement, âI canât believe she remembered!â
Aemond chuckled from behind you, chest vibrating against your back, âOf course she'd remember. Sheâs in love with you.â
Your best friend suddenly became shy, a blush rising on her cheeks rapidly, turning them a bright red that even in the darkness of the night, you could see, âI know that. I just canât believe it.â
âIâm jealous. Ask her where my ticket is.â You teased, âSo I guess this means Iâll be seeing more of Sara again?â
Helaena gave you a knowing smirk, and you gave her one right back.Â
You were happy for her.
Really happy.
They were perfect for each other. And you always knew that they would get back together again. That and Helaena always told you so, and Helaena was never wrong.
Aegon having come round to where you sat, snatched his sisters bottle of Prosecco, downing the remainder in one gulp, a refreshed and exaggerated gasp filling the air as he ruffled her hair, a growl and swat of a hand coming for his arm which he dodged last second.
Aegon giggled, running around the rim of the pool, shoes kicked in one direction, socks thrown in the other, shirt torn from his back in one yank, and then came his pants. Your eyes widened as Aegon stripped himself nude before jumping into the pool with a yell.Â
He emerged from the cool water with a flick of his wet hair laughing, sending a hand splashing towards the twins and he smiled, âCome onnnn, live a little! Get in!â
Baela and Rhaena gave each other a shared look before standing, stripping themselves of their clothes before jumping in, hand in hand.
Before you knew it, you were all stripped bare, splashing about in the pool laughing and swimming around.Â
Even Aemond.
His cheeks were pulled taut by the grin plastered to his face as he swam towards you, tickling your sides as you screamed for backup from Baela and Rhaena, who swam towards you, a flurry of splashes and squeals until his large palms rose above the water and conceded.Â
Aegon pulled another spliff from the side of the pool and passed it around, and although it was dark, and you couldnât see the details of anyones bodies, you still felt slightly shy in knowing that not only were you naked, but you were naked with a certain someone pressed up against your back.
At one point, you could have sworn you felt his cock twitch against the cheek of your ass, but you shrugged it off, going to the others as they tossed a ball like piggy in the middle back and forth, little Lucerys in the centre trying to jump up to catch it with all his might.
Eventually the water grew cold, and as you swam to sip at some of Baelaâs drink, Aemond slid from behind you, hand wrapping around your waist. Heat spread through you as you felt him press up against you, mouth beside your ear.
âI think it's time for bed, donât you?â He whispered hoarsely.
You bit your lip turning your head to try and sneak a peak at him, but was interrupted by a loud and obnoxious wolf whistle.Â
Aegon grinned at you both, âNo fucking in mummyâs pool.â
âUgh, Aegon. What the fuck.â Helaena grimaced.
A laugh exploded from your lips as you turned to look at Aemond, who was chewing the inside of his cheek, desperate to hide the smirk that was rising on his face.Â
âCome on.â He urged you, tilting his head to outside of the pool.
You climbed out with his help, getting dressed, all the while Aegon continued to whistle at the two of you and make obscene noises. But it was short lived as Helaena pushed Aegonâs head under water with all her weight, Jacaerys and Luc clapping in laughter.
You saw this as your out and grabbed Aemondâs hand, racing him through the Keep in fits of giggles until you reached his room, anticipation strumming in your gut. You watched as he shut the door behind him, turning to face you. His hair was wet, much like yours, and he advanced on you slowly, energy bouncing around inside of you.
âCome here.â He beckoned you with a finger, soft smirk on his lips.
You shook your head at him cheekily, âNuh uh.â
His head tilted as he looked at you, âPlease.â
Your feet carried you towards him, a magnetic pull dragging your chest to his. He smiled warmly down at you, cupping your cheek with one hand as the other dragged a wet strand of hair away from your face.
âBeautiful.â He praised you, before dipping his head down to kiss you.
Aemond bent slightly as your arms wrapped around his neck, large hands wrapping around your thighs as he hoisted you up into his arms, carrying you towards the bed as you didnât once break the kiss.Â
It wasnât hurried like the last time.
It wasnât frenzied.
This time, you took your time with each other.Â
Aemond stripped you of your wet clothes and brought you to your peak on his tongue, his name whispered from your mouth like a prayer. He hovered above you as he slid in, watching the way your mouth opened and brows furrowed at the stretch, his lips pressing sweet kisses to the side of your face as he slowly moved through your folds, the tip of his cock rubbing against every point within you.
âSo fucking beautiful.â He praised you as you fell apart once again on his cock, walls gripping his length tightly as you keened and whined, hands gripping the sheets for dear life as he smiled sweetly at you.
This was a side of Aemond you hadnât seen before, and a side you hoped to see more.
He came with a quiet moan of your name, head dipping down into the crux of your neck as he planted kiss after kiss there.
You spent the rest of your night together curled in each others embrace, falling asleep with one word echoing in your mind.
Stay.
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Waking up in a dark green and black room was disorientating at first, probably exacerbated by the steady strumming of a slight hangover in the back of your mind. But the warmth of two strong arms wrapped around you, and the familiar scent of Aemond that filled the space between, reminded you of where you were, and who you were with.Â
Your eyes opened as you looked up at him. His good eye still shut, chest rising and falling slowly.
Everything had happened so fast.
It was as if a match had been lit and set you both ablaze. The two of you burning together hotly, in more ways than one. Your tempers. Your stubbornness, but more importantly, your desire to be with one another.Â
It was different with him.
Unlike anyone else before.
Passionate.
Fiery.
All encompassing.
And you relished in it.
Relished in the fact that not only was it real, not only tangible, but Aemond had made it open last night as he had pulled you into his lap in front of everyone, and verbally confirmed what had been happening all along.Â
You werenât âHelaenaâs roommateâ.Â
You were more.
You knew that now.
His confession for his love for you however, was something that the two of you would dissect on a later date. But right now? You would be lying if you said you didnât feel the same way. Didnât feel the same pull in your heart towards him when he would smile, or laugh, or just look at you. Or how your body would be set alight with even just a touch of his hand.
Aemond Targaryen had you well and truly under his spell.
And there was no other place youâd rather be.
Aemond shifted beside you, eye blinking open sleepily before he looked down at you.
âMorning.â His voice crackled with sleep, mouth opening in a small yawn before he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.
Your heart raced in your chest.
âMorning.â
Aemond squeezed you to him tighter as he stretched out the fatigue in his limbs, a whiny grunt escaping his lips.
That was noise you hadnât heard before.
He sounded content.
Comfortable.
Safe.
But there was still one final thing.Â
You wanted to be sure that last night wasnât just a drunken little display, or a declaration emboldened by the grief around the others tainted by possessiveness against Jacaerys.
âWhat happens now?â You asked quietly, watching as he blinked at you again.
âWhatever happens, happens.â His voice was deep, lulling you into a calm, âBut I know I want to be with you.â
Here it was.
âAre you sure?â Your eyes searched his face.
This was it.
His last chance to back out.
His last chance to say no.
âIâve never been more sure about anything in my life.â
You couldnât contain the grin that creeped on your face, hands pulling him down into a relieved kiss, pouring your adoration and care for him into it as much as you could.
He returned it equally with fever.
Heat ran through you as you pressed yourself closer to him, gasping into his mouth as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. Aemond groaned into the kiss but pulled away.
You looked at him in confusion.
âCome on, we got to have breakfast with the others.â
You whined, plopping back into the pillows with a huff, âI donât want to.â
Aemond chuckled from beside you, sitting up in the bed as he ripped the sheets away from your body, exposing your naked form. You rolled over onto your stomach, hiding your face in the pillow as you whined.
Two light smacks landed on the cheek of your ass, and you cried out in surprise, âCome on, grumpy.â He teased, âIâll give you what you want after. But first, we need to eat.â
At the promise of getting what you wanted, you rolled out of bed, begrudgingly, looking at your semi wet pile of clothes in disgust.
You could do a run down the hall to Helaenaâs room, but you could also be spotted running nude through the estate, which to you, didnât seem appropriate considering the funeral held there only a few days past.
Aemond must have noticed your predicament, âHere.â He came over to you, handing you one of his black shirts and those grey sweats you loved so much.
You threw them on, the top coming down to your mid thigh. The pants however, didnât stay up, and kept sliding down your legs no matter how much you tightened the strings or rolled them at your hips.Â
Aemond laughed at you as you stepped out of the pants and threw them at him in a huff.Â
âI need pants.â You whined, searching his room.
âWould prefer it if you didnât.â He raised a brow at you.
Your core clenched around nothing as you looked at him, his stance challenging you to obey.
So this is the game he wanted to play.
Smirking, you turned to the door, opening it up, âCome on. We will be late.â
You left without looking back, not getting to see the way Aemondâs tongue poked into his cheek, watching you trot out of his room clad in his shirt.
Only his shirt.
The others were seated at the table outside picking at the spread. They all greeted you both as you moved sit down, except Aegon, whoâs head was in his arms atop the table as he groaned dramatically and loudly for all to hear.
âIs he alright?â You asked Helaena, watching as she rolled her eyes at her older brothers antics.
âHeâs fine. Heâs just a drama Queen.â
âDrama King.â He grumbled back.
You ate together for a while before catching Helaenaâs attention, it wasnât something you wished to do, but it was something you had to nonetheless.
You had to go home, and what was more, you had to go back to work.
âHel, is Criston around today?â You asked, plopping a sweet piece of watermelon into your mouth.
âI think so. Mumâs home today. Why?â Her head leant against her hand as she twirled one of her dragonfly earrings in between her fingers.
âI have to go back to work. Iâve used far too much of your mothers generosity, and uni starts back up next week.â
Helaena sat up straighter, âHoly shit, thatâs next week?â
You nodded, âYep. Not looking forward to Orwyleâs Citadel History class. Man could bore you to tears. I think Iâve actually cried once or twice.â You joked, rolling around a slice of starfruit on your plate before plopping it into your mouth, enjoying the sweet nectar that coated your tongue.
âAre you going to take Rhaenyraâs offer?â Helaena asked, eyes flitting from you and then to Aemond.
âWhat offer?â Came the grumbling groan of Aegon, his head lifting momentarily to look at you.Â
If he wasnât speaking and breathing in front of you, you would have mistaken the man for being dead. Dark rings sat beneath his eyes, and his pale skin had a sallow dullness to it that made him look almost grey.
âRhaenyra offered her a job at her firm.â Helaena confirmed.
Aegon grunted, dropping his head back into his arms.
âI didnât know she offered you a job.â Aemond looked at you from the side, brows pulling slightly.
Why did you feel a slight stab guilt in not telling him?
But how could you have?
It had been a whirlwind since she spoke to you.
The offer.
Aemond returning.
Your spat.
Your make up.
Viserysâ death.
It didnât seem like the right thing to bring up at that time, and if you were being truly honest, you hadnât even thought of it since his arrival.
âI didnât have the chance to tell you with everything thatâs happened.â
Aemond hummed, and so you continued, turning to face Helaena, âI think so. I need to give it a proper thought when I get home though.âÂ
Helaena nodded at you, âIâll speak to Cole after breakfast.â She promised, and resumed her eating.
You thanked her with a smile before doing the same.
âYou should take it.â
His words came as a surprise.
You placed your fork back onto the plate as you looked at the man at your side. His face was honest and open, there wasnât a sneer or grimace, or even the straight line that his lips did when he was upset.Â
He was being genuine.
You brows twitched as you wordlessly urged him to continue.
âMy sister, despite everything, is a hard worker. Sheâll look after you and make sure youâre taken care of. Besides, her firm is likely more your style anyway.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â You probed casually, trying to hide your real intrigue behind another piece of fruit in your mouth.
âMoreâŚâ Aemond thought for a second, and then it came with a cheeky smirk, âWoman led.â
-
Helaena stayed true to her word and had Cole come to take you home, or at least, back to the private runway where that sleek jet picked you up once again.
You said your goodbyes to all, giving everyone a tight squeeze, especially Alicent Hightower, who you thanked for her endless generosity in having you there at such a tough time.Â
However, you wouldnât be going home alone. Aemond was coming with you, citing the need to be with you, and the need to get away from a place he hated.
When you moved to say your goodbyes to your best friend, you asked her when she would be back with you, mind wondering when you would need to part ways with Aemond's presence.Â
âIâm going to stay here for the next month." She told you, "Iâve already emailed uni.â
âThe next month?â You felt sadness in your chest. Another month without your best friend.
You were going to miss her.
âYeah,â She kicked at the gravel at her feet, âMum needs me here for the solicitors and the Will and Testimony reading.â
âOh? Are you going to be okay?â
Helaena pulled you in for a hug and whispered into your ear, âIâm going to be taken away in a straight jacket by the end of this.â Before pulling back to smile again, cheekier this time, âBesides, Iâm sure Aemond will keep you company.â
His smooth voice came from beside you, âI have no plans on leaving.â
The flight home was quick with his company, and on more than one occasion, you had to swat his hands away from you as he whispered the chance of joining the mile high club in his mothers jet.
-
It felt good to be home as you stepped through the front door, dropping your keys in the empty bowl, followed by the sound of Aemond dropping his in beside it.
It made you smile, the familiar scent of your apartment, the soft glow of light, it's tidiness perfect for your arrival home. You turned back, grin tugging on your lips to look at the man behind you, only to see him looking at you hungrily.
You continued forward, butterflied erupting in your stomach as you felt the warmth of his gaze behind you. You dropped your bags in the lounge room and stretched your arms up high, the day dress you were wearing sliding up your thighs.
Aemond watched you with a hooded eye, and the heat you had felt that morning came back tenfold.
And then you remembered.
âYou didnât make do on your promise.â You smirked.
Aemond raised a brow at you as he dropped his bags next to yours, hands flexing at his side, urging you to elaborate.
âYou said youâd give me what I want after breakfast." You purred, "Itâs past lunch.â
The silver haired manâs lip twitched as he looked at you, tongue in cheek, âLook whose gotten all bratty the moment we get home.â
Home.
The word sent heat straight to your core.
âNot my fault you're a liar.â You teased back, feeling confident to push him now that you knew where you stood. Now that you were home, away from his family, away from it all. It was now just the two of you.
You and him.
âA liar?â
âUh huh.â
âDid I say when I would?â
You brows furrowed, âAfter breakfast.â
âAnd is lunch not after breakfast?â
Your eyes narrowed at him.
âDick.â
Aemondâs demeanour changed entirely, posture straightening which gave him an extra inch of height. He looked down his nose at you as he watched you take a smirking step back, âCome here.â
You had to push down the flurry of excitement that almost unleashed a giggle into the room, âMake me.â
Your chest rose and fell sharply as you watched Aemond take a slow step towards you, and then another.
âLast chance, baby. Come here.â
"No."
Spinning on your heel you ran towards your room, Aemond's boots beating on the floorboards behind you coming closer. Hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up, squeal erupting from your chest as you tried to wriggle out of his grip.
âThat was very naughty of you.â His voice whispered hoarsely at your ear from behind, hot breath fanning down your neck.
You stifled a whimper as his fingers dug into your skin before he threw you down onto the bed, face first. Your hands flew outwards, catching yourself as your hips hit the end of the bed. Aemond was on you in an instant, pawing at your dress as he ripped it off of you.
âThis what you want, huh? Want me to put you in your place? Little brat.â
Your hands moved behind you to tried to slap his arms as he yanked your panties down your legs in one long swoop. Aemond tutted from behind you as he kicked your legs apart, your lip caught in your teeth as you tried not to whimper.
âLook at you. Already soaked. Such a dirty little slut, arenât you?â
His hand cast down onto the flesh of your ass and you cried out, back arching as the delicious sting spread through your skin. He pulled your cheeks apart roughly and spat onto your dripping entrance.
âFilthy little fuck hole.â Aemond growled, and you mewled as you felt his spit run between your thighs and drip down onto the floor below.Â
His fingers smeared his spit into your folds, parting them easily as he looked down at you and cooed, your head craning back to watch him as he chuckled darkly, âWhat am I going to do with you, hm? You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy, baby?â
Your legs tried to shut so that you could apply pressure with the squeezing of your thighs, but Aemond's legs were in the way, preventing you from getting any release of the tingling that spread through your aching centre.Â
âPlease.â You murmured, pouting at him the best you could in the hopes that it would entice him to take you right then and there.
Another chuckle rumbled in his chest as he let one long finger circle around your entrance, the tip of it just barely pushing inside before it came back out again, teasing you.
âI donât think you deserve it.â He hummed.
âPlease, Aemond.â
âNot my name, sweetheart.â
A shiver ran down your spine, your eyes sliding shut, âPlease daddy.â
The warmth from his body disappeared as he stepped back, your eyes opening to find him looking down at you with a stern face. Your heart raced in your chest, his height towering over you, dominance dripping from his every fibre of his being.
âKneel.âÂ
Gods be good.
Your eyes widened as you stared at him, his hands coming to undo his belt buckle slowly, watching as you didnât move. He pulled the belt slowly from the loops, to soft flipp loud in the room. The belt dropped to the floor with a thud.
âI said,â Aemond moved quicker than you could react, grabbing a fist full of your hair and dragging you off of the bed onto your knees, âKneel.â
The wooden floor bit into the skin on your knees sharply, but it was dull in comparison to the sheer desire to be ravaged by the man in front of you.Â
Long fingers slowly dragged down the zipper of his pants, opening it with languid movements as he kept his eye completely and utterly upon your face.Â
âWere you being bratty to get a reaction?â
You watched as he pulled his hard length from his briefs, running his fist from base to top slowly, the tip leaking a drop of precum that he smeared down his shaft.
Aemond hummed, âWhat? Canât talk now?â
You shook your head defiantly as he took a step closer, âIâm going to ask you one last time,â His voice grew deeper, darker, and it added to the slick that was settling in the crux of your thighs, âWere you being bratty to get a reaction?â
You shook your head.Â
No.
Liar.
Aemond clicked his tongue at you in disappointment before sighing loudly, âThought youâd say that. Iâve got a better use for that mouth of yours.â One hand in your hair, he tugged you forward, âOpen.â
You donât know what it was about this man, or what he did to you to make you the way you were with him. The way he absolutely ruined every inch of your mind and thoughts, the urge to both please him and defy him coursing through you all at once, but you wouldnât give in. No, you needed him to react, you needed him to take what he wanted from you with force.Â
So biting the insides of your cheeks to keep you from smiling, you defiantly kept your mouth shut as you looked up at him from your knees.
The corner of his lip twitched as he hummed at you.
The sting across your cheek came quickly and stunned you enough to open your mouth in a gasp, exactly as he had planned when he slapped you. He grabbed your jaw with the entirety of his hand and squeezed at the joint meanly, mouth falling open further in pain.Â
Aemond slid his cock straight into your open lips, his heady weight sitting upon your tongue as he looked down at you, still holding the base with one hand, your jaw in the other.
âThere you go. Far more useful with my cock in your mouth.â He grunted, pulling out slowly as you curled your tongue upwards, running it along the underside of his shaft, pressing into the long vein that travelled along it.
Aemond began to thrust into the back of your throat, letting go of the base so that the whole length of him would slide into your mouth. His cock was salty on your tongue, hot, swollen, and heavy in your mouth as he forced you to take him as deep as it would go.Â
You gagged on his length, eyes watering as you shut them tightly.
Two little slaps on your cheek made your eyes open back up, staring at him as he looked down at you, âEyes on me while I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours.â
You moaned around his length, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the tension that was building between them. But it was fruitless. It wasnât enough. It wasnât what you needed, and what you needed was his fingers, his tongue, or his cock inside of you.
The silver haired man thrusted into your mouth the way he would into your cunt, deep, long and hard, his tip beating against the back of your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.
It was exhilarating, intoxicating, and exactly what you had wanted.
You wanted him to use you like this, to get it all out, to get out all the tension that had been hovering over him the minute he stepped into the Keep.
He needed this just as much as you did.
A thick line of saliva ran down your chin, dripping onto your thighs below as both hands wrapped around the sides and back of your skull, dragging your head up and down his length roughly. His brow was furrowed as he watched, mouth agape as he breathed shallowly and grunted.
âLook at you," He cooed down at you, "Just a hole for me to fuck. Just a little slut begging for daddyâs cock, isnât that right?â
You hummed around his length, sucking your cheeks inwards as much as you could. Aemond hissed at the pressure, eye sliding shut momentarily as his hips stuttered.
It was a glorious sight.
You below him, looking up as his head was thrown back, ecstasy breaking out on his features as his pearly hair cascaded around his shoulders.
Your head was pulled away, length slipping from your lips as you gasped for air, a line of spit connecting you to his tip as he cooed at you.
âOpen.â
You opened your mouth wider, tongue poking out for him. His cheeks hollowed and then Aemond spat onto your tongue, its warmth spreading from your mouth, all the way through your body.
You moved to shut your mouth to swallow for him like you thought he wanted, but he stopped you with a finger, pressing down on your tongue as he smeared his spit along the wet, pink muscle messily.
With little care, two fingers slid down to the back of your throat as he looked at you, your mouth still open waiting for a command. Aemond slowly fucked your throat with his fingers, grinning at the small gags that he elicited from the action, before pulling his fingers from your mouth, smearing his spit and yours across your face, the wetness sticking to your heated cheeks.
âSuch a messy girl. So dirty.â He purred, lining his cock back up to your mouth which you took with ease, except this time, Aemond didnât fuck your throat.Â
He slid his length all the way down your throat, cock pressing into your gag reflex and blocking off your air. Your nose met his pelvis as he looked down at you, shaking your head slightly side to side on his length.Â
âHold it.â He growled, watching as a tear ran down your cheek as you tried to not cough or splutter on his length, chest heaving as you gagged, no air being able to pass through your nose.
Your head grew dizzy as you looked at him, lungs beginning to burn, but still he didnât let you pull back. Holding you down onto him by the back of your head.
Your hands flew to his thighs for grip as you tried to pull away, but Aemond kept his cock nestled deeply in your throat.Â
âYou can do it, pretty girl." He told you, "Five more seconds.â
Another tear slid down your cheek, the weight of him in your throat making your core flutter around nothing.Â
âFive.â He began to count down, watching as you squirmed below him.
âFour.â Your nails dug into his flesh harshly as you tried to keep on him, throat swallowing around him tightly in reflex, causing a shiver to roll through his body.
âThree.â
âTwo.â He grunted, pulling you down harder on his length causing more tears to fall from your eyes.
âOne.â
Aemond pulled you off his length, your lungs burning as you gasped in a lungful of air, spluttering and coughing at his feet.Â
âGood girl.â He praised, wiping the tears from your cheeks that had left wet tracks down your face.
You coughed softly, throat aching and head spinning, feeling embarrassed and aroused all in one. The head rush from lack of air was almost as intense as the head rush you got from your desire.
âOpen.â
You licked your lips and swallowed doing as you were told, feeling Aemond slide his cock slowly into the back of your throat again, but this time, you inhaled a large lungful of air in preparation. He pulled your head down all the way, nose nestled into the hair at his base as he looked down at you.
âGood girl, baby. Look at you.â You moaned around his length, feeling tears in your eyes again as he nudged your gag reflex.
âHold it.â His voice cracked, watching a tear slide down your cheek as he brushed hair away from your forehead gently, âYou're going to hold it for ten this time.â
Ten.
Oh shit.
You didn't know if you could.
But you wanted to please him.
You wanted to be good for him.
âTen.â Aemond began to count down again, pushing his hips slightly forward, making his cock go even deeper than you thought it could, throat bulging slightly from his length, your eyes widening as you squirmed below.
âNine.âÂ
âEight.â
âSeven.â Your core clenched as he counted, watching through blurry eyes as he looked at you on your knees before him.
âS-ix.â He moaned, eye sliding shut as he felt your throat closing around him as your body tried to swallow the blockage that was his cock.
âFive.â
The room spun slightly and you began to shift below him, brain controlling you as it tried to pull you away to get air into your lungs instinctually.Â
âFour." Heat rose in your cheeks as you squirmed, head trying to move backwards from his grip.
"Stay still." He growled down at you. Despite his command, you still wriggled, slick sliding between your thighs as it began to drip down onto the floor below.
âAlmost there, baby. Three.â
Your arms tried to push yourself back, pure instinct taking over, your hands on his thighs, vision in the corner of your eyes going dark.Â
Was he purposely counting slow?
Oh Gods.
He was.
âTwo.â
You were almost there. Your fingers fisted against his thighs, and despite his face being blurred by your tears above, you couldnât help but notice the sadistic smile that pulled at his sharp lips.
âTwo and three quarters.â
Dick.
Your eyes narrowed at him, causing the man to chuckle.
âOne.â
You ripped yourself away with a gasp, falling backwards onto your bum as you coughed and spluttered, drool hanging from your lips as you tried to steady your breathing.Â
Aemond knelt in front of you, swiping up the spit on your chin, âGood girl. Such a good girl for me - You did so well.â You keened at his praise, leaning into his hand.
Aemond helped you to stand, pulling you over onto the bed as he stripped himself bare, watching as you still fought to catch your breath, devouring him with lust filled eyes and swollen lips.
âLet's see how wet you are from me using your mouth like that, hm?â
You parted your legs on instinct, giving him view of your glistening folds.
Aemond inhaled sharply, âLook how fucking wet you are. You're dripping all over the bed.â
You nodded your head dumbly, brain feeling light as a feather. You didnât know if it was from the lack of previous airflow, or if it was the way he was treating you, slowly sinking you down into the comfortable little space you loved to float in with him.
âAre you all dumb, baby?â He meanly cooed at you with a sadistic pout, stroking the hair atop your head.
You nodded again as he chuckled at you, running his fingers through your slick folds, the sound of him parting them obscenely wet.
âJust from being daddyâs little fuck hole?â
You moaned, pushing your centre into his hand as he swirled a digit around your swollen clit, sparks of pleasure flying up inside of you. His finger dipped inside of you, immediately crooking upwards into the spot you needed it most.Â
âLook at this needy little pussy sucking me in. Do you need daddy to help you?â
You moaned at him, thrusting your hips downwards onto his hand as he added another finger, beginning to fuck them inside of you.
âUse your words.â
It took whatever remaining braincell that was left inside your head to string together one measly word, âPlease.â
Aemond smirked, âPlease what, little dummy.â
You whined, shutting your eyes as heat flooded your cheeks.
âCome on. Use your big girl words or you wonât get anything.â
âPlease, daddy. P-please fuck me.â
Aemond smiled victoriously, kissing a tear that was drying against your cheek, âThere we go. That must have been real hard when you're all dumb, wasnât it?
You whined at his teasing, and then again when he removed his fingers.
âShh.â He hushed you, âDaddyâs going to give you just what you need.â
And he did.
Aemond slid into you immediately, aided by how wet and open you were for him. He sighed into the crook of your neck, your legs immediately wrapping around him as he began to fuck into you, slowly building up the pace.Â
Your breasts bounced with each thrust, his hips snapping into your own as pleasure bloomed within. You moaned and cried beneath him, his pelvis rubbing against your swollen bud with each deep and rough thrust he gave you.
âYou gonna cum already? I can feel you gripping me.â He huffed, watching his length disappear into your folds.
âPlease.â You wailed, hands gripping the sheets beside you tightly in your fists as you begged him with your eyes.
Aemond took pity on you and slid a hand down to your pearl, rolling it in time with his thrusts, âCome on then. Cum on my cock.â
It took four sharp thrusts before your eyes screwed shut, stars appearing behind them as you came with an earth shattering cry. Aemond fucked you through it, hips and hand not once still until you were a sobbing and slick mess beneath him.
âFucked the brat right out of you, didnât I? Pretty little baby.â He moaned, rutting into your centre as the sound of your arousal surrounded you, the hair at the base of his cock soaked with your release, âJust needed me to fuck you stupid, didnât you?â
You couldnât form any words, mouth hanging open as little whines and pants flittered off of your tongue. It was overwhelming, and the pleasure of your first peak was yet to settle, bliss sizzling and burning within your gut in a way that continued to mount as he kept rubbing your pearl.Â
It was almost painful.
âGive me another.â Aemond grunted, pressing his fingers against you again harder, watching as you tried to shift your hips and escape his circling digits.Â
But it was no use, and Aemond ripped yet another peak from you with precision, your head lulling to the side tiredly as your body was thrust up the bed with his hips. You laid limply beneath him as he continued to fuck you, lip pulled into your mouth by your teeth as you whimpered.
âFuck.â He gritted out through his teeth, hand releasing your clit out of mercy as he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, fucking into you harder and faster than before, beating the air from your lungs with each thrust.
âGonna fill up this little pussy.â He moaned, watching as your brows pulled together, walls fluttering around his length.
âYou want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum? Want me to fill you up?â
You nodded your head, tear leaking from the corner of your eye as he continued to rut into you rapidly, hands leaving your hips to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides to prevent the blood flow to your head whilst allowing for air, amplifying your pleasure and making you float even further.
âGonna cum in your cunt.â He moaned, using the grip on your neck to pull your weight down onto his cock, spearing you open with each thrust.
It was too much.
It was-
Oh Gods-
You were-
Your brain went blank as ecstasy shot through it, scrambling any thought that you had. You heard his cry as he came deep within you, his warmth filling you up, but there was a second wetness that you noticed, that soaked the sheets below you.
It took a while to come back down to yourself, held in Aemondâs arms as he brushed gentle hands over you, holding you to him. You felt warm, safe, and completely and utterly exhausted. You shifted to look up at him, watching as his eye opened to look down at you.
âBack on earth?â He asked softly, watching as you weakly smiled at him, nuzzling into his bare chest. His chuckle vibrated against your cheek.
âCome on, we got to get you cleaned up.â
You buried your head deeper into his chest, âDonâwanna.â
Lips pressed at the top of your head, âCome on. I need to change the sheets.â
This caught your attention.Â
Had you gotten your period?
Were you sweatier than you had thought?
You lifted your head to look at him, to which he gave you a smug little smile.
âYou made quite the mess.â
You frowned, embarrassment creeping into your chest.
âNothing bad.â He reassured you, kissing your forehead, âYou ever squirted before?â
Squirted?
âAs much as I love watching your mind turn and work, Iâm lying in your wet patch.â He chuckled, shifting to lift you out of the bed.Â
Low and behold, there it was.
A large wet patch below Aemond that spread out against your sheets, proof of your pleasure and the peaks that Aemond took you too. And despite having no shame, and being roughly and thoroughly fucked not too long ago, heat still flooded your cheeks at the sight.
After lazing in bed for only an allowed moment more, Aemond helped you to the shower, your legs weak like jelly as he washed you and brushed your hair, taking off your makeup with gentle steady hands that made your heart flutter in your chest.
Ever the gentleman, he popped you on the couch as he changed your sheets, remaking your bed before he put on the load of washing. It was entirely domestic, and watching him as he moved, as he doted. on you, as he fluttered around your space which had irrevocably also became his, it only seemed to make the little part of him that had burrowed into your chest go deeper.
-
You ordered in that evening, getting pizza in a strange reminder of what it had been like when he first moved in. The same pizza order, the same pizza place, the same two spots on the couch as you ate.
The two of you had come a long way since then. A very long way, and in many ways, coming to a place that you would not have thought possible or even to have thought to cross your mind.
You watched his favourite movie in comfortable silence after eating your dinner, before suddenly you remembered something. You jumped up from your spot, hissing slightly at the soreness between your thighs as you ran to retrieve two spoons from the drawer, then opening the freezer door to dig around inside.
Ah.
There it was.
The forgotten tub of ice cream you had carelessly thrown inside when a certain person was in your home.
You held it triumphantly as you walked back to the couch, holding it as you would a prized jewel on show for him. Aemond chuckled at your antics as you pulled the lid clean off, offering him a spoon.
âThe first dip, My Lord.â You joked, bowing your head to him.
Aemond huffed a laugh, the pressure of him digging into the tub with his spoon pushed into your wrist.Â
âĂuha RiĂąa.â
The accent sent a pulse straight to your core.
Down girl.
You dipped your spoon in after him, lifting it to your lips, âWhat does that mean?â
âMy Lady." Aemond hummed, returning his attention back to the tv.
You savoured the ice cream, the tub becoming half full in no time as you slowly but surely demolished it together. It felt good to be at his side, to know where you both stood. To know what you both wanted, and for it to not be a secret anymore.
But you still couldn't get your mind to stop thinking about the way his tongue had rolled when speaking High Valyrian.
âAemond?â You turned your head to look at his profile, watching as his tongue darted out to lick at his spoon.
âHm?â
âWill you teach me?â
His brows furrowed, âTeach you what?â
âHigh Valyrian.â You asked him shyly, suddenly feeling like perhaps you shouldnât have asked him that at all. Maybe he wouldn't want to teach you that. Maybe it was a family thing only.
Was that weird of you to ask?
Would it be a reminder of the tension back at home?
A reminder of his father?
Your swirling thoughts of doubt were cut short as a soft smile spread across his shape cheeks.
âHen rhinka.â Of course.
âWhat does that mean?â
âYouâll have to find out, wonât you, Ăąuha jorrÄelagon.â
My love.
-
That night you slept in each others embrace, fresh and warm sheets on the bed, surrounded by his scent. It was no wonder that you drifted off to sleep so easily after the romp you had had earlier, not to mention how tumultuous the days before had been.
Yet when you woke the next morning, you felt refreshed, ready for a new start.
A new day.
A new beginning.
With him.
Aemond wasnât in bed with you, but rather than feeling any sort of panic or anxiety about his absence, you crawled out of bed and went to where you knew he would be.Â
Standing tall, leant against the bench, Aemond sleepily sipped from his coffee in the kitchen as he blew the smoke from his cigarette through the open window. He was clad in only black shorts, his silver hair messy and tangled, and the press of his pillow embedded in his cheek.Â
Hearing your approach, he turned to you and smiled.Â
Your stomach did flips.
âMorning.â
âMorning.â
The familiar sound of porcelain on the bench scraped in your ear.
There, at the base of his fingers, was your steaming mug of tea.Â
You took it gratefully from him with a smile before sidling up to his side, leaning your head against his chest as he wrapped one arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.
âWhat do you want to do today?â You looked up at him, watching as he smiled down at you.
âAnything you want.â
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