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First Flight

Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Fluff. You are sworn to price Aemond and he decides to show you how worthy you are of his affections by giving you the gif you’ve always wanted, flying on a dragon.

First person pov

What a wonderful thing it would be to see a dragon. Especially the largest and most magnificent dragon, Vhagar. She’s the largest in the world currently. Her beautiful green scales seem to shine in the sun and the way she flies is almost graceful, or so I have been told. She’s a dragon of old and has memories of times long past. To be near her would be such a delight. I’m jealous of Prince Aemond Targaryen, who is Vhagar’s sworn rider. To even ride a dragon would be a honor, however I have no blood of old Valyria. I do not posses the blood of a dragon. My house is that of the wood. We provide lumber for the realm as well as game and weapons. My house is know for being strong fighters and skillful blacksmiths. I am proud of my house, yet I desperately wish to fly with the dragons. At least I would be free.

Currently, my father and I are in the capital as honored guests. My father was requested to discuss trade with the high council. They wish for his support in the war that is to come as well as swear himself to the king. I’m return they offered to wed Aemond Targaryen to my fathers oldest daughter. My father accepted gladly, in fact he was very eager about it. The only problem was that I was my fathers oldest child. I had no say in these affairs, but I never do. I wished to marry someone I loved. I suppose something that sweet could never happen now. My only hope was that my soon to be husband would be kind to me. I was given my own quarters in the back of the castle overlooking the beach. I have yet to meet my soon to be husband, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I knew this marriage would be political and I knew that it was my duty to serve the realm.

Looking out at the sea from my balcony, I saw how beautifully the colors glistened as the sun began to set. It was a marvelous sight and I was thankful I was witnessing it. However, my sights were interrupted when when I heard a loud roar overhead. Looking up I saw the thing I do longed to see. It was Vhagar flying overhead. She was magnificent and so much larger in person. After a minute she landed on the beach and let out a mighty roar as she did so. Soon my husband to be climbed down from her and began walking towards the gates. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked. His long silver hair swayed as he walked. He was a handsome even with his eyepatch. I fact I thought it made him appear more mysterious, almost like his dragon. This man was to be my husband and I just hoped we could get along with one another. And something told me we would.

It was now nighttime and I found myself still looking out from the balcony. The moonlit sky cascaded on the ocean making the scenery beautiful. I wondered if all of my nights spent in the castle would be like this. It gave me comfort knowing that at least my sights would be beautiful. I was so fixated on the sights before the that I did not notice the person standing right next to me. I only noticed the person standing there when I felt a hand brush my cheek. Quickly I turned to face the figure and noticed that it was my soon to be husband Aemond Targaryen. This is the very first time I’ve gotten to see him in person. The first thing I notice about it is the eye patch and the scar on his face. To me, it made him look handsome and alluring. His hair was a brilliant silver and it seemed to shine in the moonlight. He was quite a tall man and his figure loomed over mine. His remaining eye was a icy blue. He was looking at me in a way that I have never been looked at before. It wasn’t a sinful nor lustful look that men normally give. Rather it was one of wonder and fascination. I felt my cheeks heat up and I could not keep my eyes off of him. And for awhile we were in a comfortable silence simply looking at each others features. Soon enough he broke the silence.

“If I had known you were to be this beautiful, I would’ve come to you much sooner” he spoke in a whisper.

“Thank you my prince, you’re too kind”

“We are to be wed soon and I wish to know my bride to be. Unlike my brother I desire to take care of my lady wife. I believe she could be of help to me. And from what your father told me, you are quite an intelligent lady. One whose knowledge of the has helped your house produce more funding than it ever had in recent years. How a woman could be so heard by her house I would not know and yet I find myself intrigued by you.” He spoke.

“My prince you honor me with your words. My father has found my word be useful in recent years. Although I’m afraid it took him a long time to see that my knowledge was useful. I am a woman and if I may speak openly we are not so easily heard.” I responded

“Quite true, and I find your honesty inspiring. Tell me your greatest wishes” He said

“If you so desire, my prince. I have a few but my greatest desires is to be close to a dragon. I believe they are quite beautiful creature and to be near them for me would be such a treasure. Especially your dragon, Vhagar for she is the largest living dragon.” I said honestly.

“You desire dragons, then I would be happy to oblige that wish for you. It’s only right that I do so as your future husband.” He said whilst looking in my eyes.

“Oh goodness, thank you so much. It’s such a honor.” I said filled with excitement.

“What is another wish you have, my lady?” He questioned while tucking a hair behind my ear.

“To be treated with love. To be able to give my council without needing to go through my father. I’m actually quite surprised my father spoke so highly of me. Considering he takes my council and acts like he was the one to council himself.” I spoke

“Perhaps he’s a foolish man” Aemond spoke harshly

“Perhaps he is, but he is still my father and I’m just glad that at least he can listen to reason. At least one in awhile.” I sad calmly

“Forgive me if I caused insult, my lady.”

“It’s no matter, you spoke the truth.”

“My lady, would you do be the pleasure of meeting me in the early morning on the beach?” He asked

“What for, my prince?”

“I have something I’d like to show you, if you’d let me?” He said while cupping my cheek and rubbing it with his thumb softly.

“Very well then, I shall see you early then my prince.” I said with a smile

“Very well then, and please call me Aemond.” He insisted

“Very well then Aemond.”

“Sleep well, and may your dreams bring you comfort this night, my dear”

He then came closer to me and I felt myself shiver despite the warm night. His hand touched the top of my head and sat there comfortably. I looked up at him and my face felt warm. His nose touched mine and I felt his breath on my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he instead placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. After he parted, he looked at me and smiled. Without thinking, I reached my hand out and touched his scar. I felt him flinch then allow me to touch him. I traced it gently and slowly.

“Does it bother you?” He questioned

“No, not at all. I actually like it. I’m just sorry that you had to go through the pain of losing it”I said

“Thank you. It makes me gals to hear that. Most people are frightened by it. It’s good that my soon to be lady wife is not” he spoke

With that he turned around and walked out of my quarters. I stood there still on the balcony with my mind still fuzzy from the interaction with Aemond. I found my self thinking that I could fall for him. Smiling wildly, I questioned what his surprise might be? Perhaps he will take me to see Vhagar?

Third person pov

What you did not know, was that he had a small smile on his face from the interaction as well. When he first heard that we was going to be wed to some highborn lady, he thought nothing of it. He simply accepted because he knew that it was his duty. Your father talked to him about you and the help that you’ve been with your great house. He was impressed, but he had to speak to you for himself. He was glad that he did. He found himself happy with you and your personality. He began falling for you and how bright and wonderful you are. He knew what he needed to do to truly win you over. Aemond was looking forward to the early morning surprise he has planned for you. And for the future marriage that was arranged. He walked into his own quarters with a smile on his face thinking about you.

First person pov

It was early morning and I was already dressed and on my way to meet Aemond at the beach. The morning was beautiful and warm. The colors in the sky has not yet graced the sky, so I carried a small torch to help guide my way. It took me nearly ten minutes to reach the beach. And just as he said, he was there also holding a torch. As soon as he saw me he smiled , which caused me to smile as well. I had heard that he was a cocky man, yet here he is smiling at me with excitement on his features. He made his way to me and softly grabbed my hands.

“Good morning, my lady” he said

“Good morning, my prince”

“Forgive the early morning, I find that my surprise is best looked at whist the sun is rising for the day” Aemond commented

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll like it”

“Follow me then” he requested

I nodded my head and followed him further down the beach. The sun was just starting to peak through the horizon, so it was slightly easier to see. We walked in a comfortable silence and I wondered just what he was showing me. A few minutes later, I noticed this large mass in the distance. As we got closer, I saw it was the creature I had longed to see. It was Vhagar. I gasped with excitement which got Aemond’s attention.

“Yes, this is what I wish to show you. You mentioned last night that you wanted to see my dragon.” Aemond said confidently with a smirk on his face.

“Yes, I just did not expect you to show me her this soon.” I said a lot quicker than I would’ve hoped.

Aemond chucked and said “I wish to please you and this was a perfect way to do so. I wish for us to get a long, so I figured now is better than later, my Lady.”

As we approached Vhagar, Aemond walked slightly faster as to show he was there. He greeted his dragon and began petting her. Saying words in a language that I did not understand. Seeing her this closely brought tears to my eyes. She was truly the queen of the skies and I felt blessed to be in her presence. I was so lost in looking at her. Who wouldn’t be? My thoughts however were interrupted when I felt a hand slip in mine. Aemond said nothing and brought my hand up to touch Vhagar. When my hand touched her, I felt no fear. I she was beautiful. Vhagar shifted slightly at my touch, but stopped.

“She likes you” Aemond reassured.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, if she didn’t she would have eaten you” he joked

“Thank you for letting me be this close to her. And thank you Vhagar for allowing me to touch you, it’s an honor.” I said to the both of them.

“Ride with me” he demanded

“Are you sure, my prince” I questioned

“Of course, it’s what you want isn’t it” he whispered

Aemond then helped me onto Vhagar. It’s took a little while because of how large the dragon was. Despite the advantage of having a large dragon, it sure is hard climbing up to mount it. After a small while I was standing on Vhagar with Aemond seated on his saddle. He turned to me with his hand stretched out.

“Come and sit behind me, my lady. And when you do be sure to hold onto me tight. Wouldn’t want my lady wife to be falling off” Aemond said

I did as he said and sat behind him on the saddle. It a slightly tight fit, but I managed. Than slowly I wrapped my arms around his torso. Despite him wearing leather, I felt his warmth. I held onto him tightly slightly nervous that I could fall. I heard him say a word to Vhagar in a unknown language and suddenly I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. I held onto him even tighter with my eyes shut. This was a foreign feeling for me.

“Relax, look out and see the skies, my lady. I promise you will not regret what you see.”Aemond yelled

Reluctantly I opened my eyes still holding tight to him and looked out at the sights before me. It was simply breathtaking. The colors have broken through the horizon making the skies glow. We were flying over the sea at speeds that I had never felt. I felt almost free on dragonback. The wind kissed my face and blew my hair back. I breathed in deeply and felt myself drown in pure bliss. I just hopped this wonderful feeling would be one that I could feel often.

“How are you feeling?” Aemond yelled

“Wonderful, simply wonderful. I was scared at first, though.” I answered honestly

“I’m sure you were. We will be landing soon but rest assured after we are married I promise to take you flying again and as much afterwards” he spoke

“Thank you my prince, this was a most generous gift.” I said while putting my head in his shoulder. I then proceeded to place a kiss on his cheek. I felt him smile as I did so.

After some time Vhagar landed back on the beach. The landing was tough but I felt in time I would get use to the feeling. My desire to see a dragon came true. Yet I never actually pictured myself riding one. After we climbed down Aemond and I began walking back to the red keep. Before we left, I thanked Vhagar for allowing me to ride her. We talked about the flight among other things. He was quite nice to talk to and I found myself getting excited to marry him. After some time, we were at the red keep. I felt saddened by this but part of me knew that today would happen again. I turned to speak to Aemond.

“Thank you for the kindness you have shown me this morning. I do hope that we can do this again.” I expressed graciously

“Anything for my lady” he spoke

I smiled at him and began walking up the steps until I felt him grab my arm softly and spin me around. I came face to face with him. A blush fell on my features as he put his hand on my cheek. His thumb went across my lip and my breathing got heavier. He then said something that sent shivers down my spine.

“My lady, would you allow me to kiss you?” He questioned

I nodded and slowly he put his lips on mine. His hand still holding my face. It was soft and so warm. His kiss made me feel fuzzy and craving more. He then pulled away and looked straight into my eyes with a look of desire. Without a moment further, he kissed me again this time deepening the kiss. I felt his tongue intertwine with mine. The kiss wasn’t rough it was filled with passion and I truly felt myself falling for him. Aemond broke the kiss and then spoke with his hand still resting on my cheek.

“Please join me today I would like to spend more time with you.” He whispered

“Thank you for the offer, and I accept.” I whispered back with a smile on my face.

“Good, now my lady why don’t we go library?”he questioned

“I’d love to, my prince.” I responded

“Please, you are to be my wife. I would prefer if you called me Aemond. And soon enough I wish for you to call me husband.” He spoke with a smile gracing his features as well.

“Of course, Aemond” I spoke.

We shared one last quick kiss and he then extended his arm for me to take. To which I gladly accepted. As we walked to the castle, I thought about how happy this moment made me. My desire to see and ride a dragon came true because of Aemond. And for that, I shall always be grateful to him and to Vhagar. I was glad that he was to be my husband.

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Aemond Targaryen | Ewan Mitchell

House of the Dragon Season 2

Half my soul

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x twin!fem!Reader

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“ You are betrothed to Cregan Stark, but your twin brother isn't happy about it, sulking and being rude — you finally confront him.” [ wc: 1.1k ]

.⁠｡✧Jealous and possesive behaviour, fluff, talks of eloping, angst, hand fiddling, soul mate talks, incest ( no sex but there's lot of obsessing and justification like ‘ we shared a womb dumbie, you belong with me’ jokes ) .⁠｡✧Please be kind to yourself xoxo !!! credits to @strangergraphics-archive for text dividor

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“ Aemond...Ae—” You ran with your dress dangling around your feet, rushing ahead with your footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

“ What ? ” Aemond snapped back, his hair whip lashing as he turned back to you, his mouth perched close to disadain.

“ You— why are you like this ? ” You narrowed your gaze at him, he leaned back, straightening up to his full length.

“ Like what ? ” He asked, tapping his feet on the floor, you could have punched him for his nonchalance.

“ Like mean.” You supplied, “ I can't help but notice it, you aren't like..like this Aem, this—” you vaguely gestured the whole of him, “ I don't like this.”

Aemond stopped his tapping, eyeing you, no he was devouring you with the way his intensity deepened, before he cleared his throat.

“ You're mistaken, sister.”

You scoffed on that, crossing your arms against your chest.

“ Are we done ? Because I have things to do.”

“ No.” You said simply.

“ No ? ” He huffed, mouth tightening in a scowl, arching back his brows.

“ Come with me, to my chambers.” you offered, before he could refuse, you held his hand and dragged him face first.

“ I have some—” He was walking behind you, making whiny faces that you no longer had to see to know, you could feel him, he was your brother, your blood, half your soul.

“ No, you are just going to sulk in a corner or indulge in some not so fancy buisness.”

“ you mean the silk street ? ” He suggested and you merely bristled at the mention, it was common amongst men, especially men of court and it shouldn't bother you if your brother is spending time with some whore in exchange for gold. But he's your brother, he belongs to you first and no else.

You shared a womb for seven heaven's sake he was yours first, out of all, his time and company was yours to enjoy. It was your right, always have been.

“ You never learnt how to talk to a lady.”

You turned back to him, as both of you entered your bed chambers.

You settled on the couch with a little ‘oomp’ as he watched you, these days he either watched you or sulked at you and sometimes both.

“ Ofcourse...” He bristled, sitting across from you, “ You already like that stark.”

“ Cregan Stark.” You raised a brow.

Aemond looked away with an eye roll, fiddling with his rings, his slender pretty fingers, you frowned but he took no notice of your concern, sighing you took his hand in yours, calming his nerves down.

“ You don't like him ? ” You meant it as a question but Aemond already looked like he had made a point. He had stopped fiddling, letting you take half his misery—half his pain.

“ I don't need to.” He said, what he felt like a very neutral tone but reeked of malice, “ You are betrothed to him, you like him ! ” He raised his voice in accusation, you couldn't bear that, no, Cregan Stark was an amazing man, a true lord but he's no-one when it came to your brother, your Aemond.

“ But you're my brother, your opinion matters to me.” You leaned, bringing his hand to your lap, fingers entwinng like they were made for each other, because they were —moulded by the old gods and new, ofcourse they would be, He's your blood, your brother, your soulmate.

Something flickered in his eye, the one not covered in his patch, something so close as hope, blazing like fire that ran in his blood.

“If I don't like him then you won't marry him ? ”

You could have laughed, could have hung your head and shaked him because no, ofcourse there was no way out of this marriage, it was your duty towards your family but Aemond was your first family, and if something could make him happy then so be it.

“ I don't think mother will let me see the sun if I denied.” You said, because it was true, He almost winced, “ But I could elope away.”

“ Alone ? ” He asked, now getting cosy as he rested his head on your shoulder, letting his hair prick you on your arm where you cradled his wrist, making small cosmic stars.

“ No Idiot, I was thinking of taking vhagar and you.”

“ Oh.” He said, so sweet that your heart melted, this was your Aemond and not the one who scowled and turned away from you, but this, sweet boy who's your brother, who loves you the most.

“ How far we could go ? ” You asked him, tilting your head to his side, your nose taking his scent.

“ To the world's end.” He said in your shoulder, his voices rippling like waves inside you. You chuckled softly, kissing his forehead.

“ I missed this.” you told him, “ I missed us.”

Aemond pulled back, worrying his jaw but saying nothing, he withdrew his hand to undone the patch on his eye, his blue eye shining at you. You smiled at him.

“ I don't know what I would when you will be gone.” His mouth moved, his lips soft as petals, how many nights you had kissed him goodnight until he stopped coming. Aemond was very soft like his throat would collapse were he any loud.

But you would know him anywhere, just the way his mouth moved or the way he took his breath, you would know him.

“ North isn't so far, is it ? ”

“ It is.” Aemond shaked his head, softening because how could he not, “come here.”

He cupped your face, pulling you closer till your forehead rested against his. You closed your eyes just like him, letting your souls connect in their mist

“ You can come and meet me, we can go around riding vhagar, they say north is beautiful.”

“Just snow.” He hummed, his breath on your cheek, warm and slick.

“I love you.” you whispered, opening your eyes and he was already looking at you, breath drawn in.

“I love you more.” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzled in your face for some moments, making the moment stop.

“It's going to be okay.” you smiled, smearing your thumb across his cheek and he pulled you until you were on his lap.

“It will be.” He sniffed in your sweet hair, wrapping his arms around your whole body like he wouldn't let you go and he wouldn't.

You were half his soul, there was no one else you could belong but him, all his, only his.

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Playing with Fire (part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

summary: Your wedding approaches along with the bedding ceremony and wedding night. Your husband has a delicious surprise prepared.

warnings: 18+ nsfw, explicit spicy scenes (p in v, all the bases being covered, oral, fingering), do not interact if you don't want spice

word count: 3.7k

note: thanks for being patient, I hope this gives you all the spicy feels!

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“I cannot believe this day has come,” your mother says, with tears in her eyes as she smoothes the gown you wear. 

It is beautiful, a creamy ivory color made of silks that cling to every curve of your body, the skirts cascading towards the floor.

“Now, my darling,” your mother says, clasping her hands in yours, “there are responsibilities you need to attend to tonight.”

The bedding ceremony. When the lords and ladies who attend the feast tear at the bride and groom, ripping the silks from their bodies like paper from a package. Gooseflesh appears as you think about it.

“The marriage bed is nothing to be afraid of,” your mother assures you, eyes kind and warm. 

You feel conflicted with the different stories you have heard from other ladies losing their maidenheads. 

“Prince Aegon shall be kind to you,” your mother says, stroking your cheek.

Will he? Aegon is many things, but kind you are not sure is one of them. In fact, Aemond had told you as much. 

The wedding ceremony itself is a blur, a whirlwind of silks and smiles as you are carted to the castle sept and presented before Aegon. You feel as though you are in a dream as he places the cloak of House Targaryen on your back. 

Now you suppose you are a dragon as well.

Aegon smiles at you and kisses you sweetly as a prince should when your vows are spoken. His eyes are lustful, his smile predatory. Now he has you in his jaws, your neck stuck between his teeth. The feeling both terrifies and excites you. 

“Congratulations, my lady,” Aemond says, giving you a soft smile later at the feast. 

Your heart flutters hearing his voice. Aemond was rather stoic during the ceremony, keeping off to the side alongside his sister Helaena. You had tried speaking to him after your engagement was announced, but there never seemed to be time. Aemond was an evasive creature, hard to catch like one of Helaena’s butterflies. 

“Aemond,” you breathe him in, “many thanks, my prince.”

You stand beside him in silence for a moment as the feast continues around you. Aemond places his hands behind his back as you take a sip from your cup.

“I must admit, I did not expect to be chosen,” you tell him, warm from the wine. 

“You are an excellent choice,” Aemond insists, causing you to blush. 

“You are too kind, my prince,” you tell him, “your flattery shall go to my head.”

“I should hope so,” Aemond says, causing you to look at him. 

He notices your empty cup, before wrapping his fingers around it, expelling it from your grip. His fingers leave a tingling sensation behind on your own. 

“You are a delightful woman, you should be understanding of that,” he continues, giving the cup to a servant who passes by. 

You bashfully glance toward the floor. Aemond was a kind man, something you felt ashamed to admit you never thought of before meeting him. The tales of the cold prince fluttered throughout the ladies of court just as much as Aegon’s lecherous reputation.

“Are you nervous about your wedding night?” Aemond asks, and you feel yourself blush. 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you ask and he chuckles.

“You needn’t be afraid, my lady,” Aemond assures you. 

There is a look in his violet eye, as though he is sure of the words he speaks. Without a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he speaks the truth. You wet your lips, looking toward the head table. Aegon is seated, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers. He has just finished speaking with his mother when his gaze falls on you and Aemond.

Aegon’s eyes are half-lidded, and a lazy smile appears on his face revealing his teeth. A dragon lapping its jaws. His eyes flicker from you to Aemond, before he raises his goblet, as though toasting you both. You can feel your face drain of color. 

You do hope you have not upset him. 

“I suppose I should attend to my husband,” you tell Aemond, who nods in agreement. His gaze flickers about your face, as though attempting to read your thoughts. 

Aegon stands when you reach him, arm lacing around your waist.

“What says, my brother?” Aegon murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear causing you to shiver.

“He wished to share his congratulations,” you inform him, as his hand reaches to stroke your cheek, maneuvering himself so he can continue to kiss your neck.

Something you’ve begun to learn about Aegon is that it is never just one kiss, a trail of them follows. 

“Mhmm,” Aegon seems pleased by your answer, continuing his adoration of your neck, down to your collarbone. 

You feel the color returning to your face, and spot Aemond watching from across the room. So very strange, you think to yourself, to always be passed between the stares of the dragon princes. 

Later that night, the door closes behind Aegon, clicking shut.

Aegon circles you; he is a predator finally cornering his prey. His eyes hungrily indulge in your form that shows through your sheer shift. Your gown had been removed long ago, as lords prepared you for the bedding. 

A chaotic moment it was, to feel tens of hands on you, pulling and tearing at the fabrics of your gowns, pulling the ornaments from your hair. Aegon was stripped as well, Cassandra Baratheon had pushed herself to the front helping herself to tear at the laces of his breeches. 

Your skin feels hot under Aegon’s gaze now as you stand so bare before him, as though his eyes produce dragonfire searing your flesh. 

You wonder if you’ll ever stop feeling this burning for him. 

Aegon walks over to you, only wearing a loose white shirt. He reaches for a cup that lies on the table, taking a quick sip, before holding it out to you. 

You take it from him, mirroring his actions. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks, voice rough with desire. He is clearly holding himself back from ravishing you on the stone floor. 

You feel your cheeks grow warm. This is it, this is truly happening. You find yourself nodding, eyes cast toward the floor. You wish you were not so shy, so embarrassed under his gaze. You know his experience, and you wonder what he expects of you. 

Aegon clicks his tongue, placing a finger underneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“There is no need to be,” he assures you, giving you a comforting grin. 

You cannot help but smile back, there is something about Aegon that does that. He melts the fear from your body like freshly fallen snow. He cups your cheek with his hand, bringing your mouth to his. 

The kiss is passionate, he slices your lips open with his tongue before plunging it into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth sends a sharp feeling of desire trickling down your navel to the place beneath your small clothes. Aegon’s hands are very busy, the one that guides your face trails down to hold your waist, pressing you against him while the other cups your bottom. 

All the while he is walking you backward, toward the bed. He is very skilled; you cannot help but notice how easy it is for him to guide you, to touch and squeeze you in places that have you gasping against his mouth. 

“Do not be afraid,” Aegon murmurs, “I prepared this evening with only your utmost pleasure in mind.”

As he says this, his fingers find their way underneath your shift, touching you through your small clothes. He lets out a moan at the wetness he finds there, before pushing his fingers past the barrier, stroking them through your silky folds.

You let out a dramatic whine, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the lewd sound. Aegon merely takes this as encouragement, teasing at your entrance with his finger. 

“I have to get you ready,” he tells you, through his kisses, before pushing a finger into your constricting, wet heat. 

He curls the digit within you, pressing his thumb against the sensitive bud that lies at the top of your folds, causing you to writhe against him at the newfound bliss.

“That’s it,” he says, drinking in your mewls and moans, before slipping a second finger inside of you. 

“Aegon, oh,” you moan against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, slowly working you open. He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and something peaks inside of you, causing pleasure to roll across your skin, down your spine, all the way to your toes. 

Your legs wobble, as Aegon leads you toward the bed, tearing your shift over your head, leaving you naked before him. His eyes trail down your figure, truly devouring you as though a man famished. A smile breaks out across his face.

“Lay back, my love,” he instructs, removing the remainder of his clothes as you obey him. 

He climbs on top of you, kissing you again, lips trailing down your neck, over the swell of your breasts. He lavishes the peaks of your breasts with attention, tongue swirling around your nipples. You can feel his cock nudging at your entrance and take a breath. 

“It’s alright,” he tells you, kissing the tip of your nose, “I’m right here with you, bite on me if you need.”

You nod as he begins to push into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. It is much more than his fingers, and you find yourself taking him up on his offer, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

Aegon whines at this, hips slapping against you. The pain ebbs at that moment, a wave of pleasure rolling through you. 

You make love like that for quite some time, Aegon finding his release, emptying his seed deep within your womb. But he is not a man easily satisfied. Nearly moments after his release, his cock hardens, and he turns you around on your hands and knees to take you as though he is more beast than man. 

You do not mind, the new position sends moans pouring from your mouth as he plows you into the feathered pillows. 

There is a sharp knock on the door, causing your head to snap up. You turn slightly to look behind you at Aegon, panic flashing across your face. His smile is wide as he continues to drill into you so hard your arms shake trying to hold yourself up.

“Enter!” Aegon calls.

“Aegon!” you desperately call, earning a sharp slap on your backside. 

What the seven hells is he doing?

The door is heard opening, and footsteps in the antechamber. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you can’t stop whimpering as Aegon’s cock splits you in two. 

“Come in, come in,” Aegon says, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder, faster. 

Your eyes are wide as you hold up your lolling head, prepared to meet the eyes of some knight who shall surely be utterly horrified at the sight of Prince Aegon ruining his new bride in this animalistic position. 

You instead see Aemond Targaryen.

Shame courses through you, and you feel as though your entire body has ignited in flames. You meet his eye but quickly look away, letting your elbows fall into the feather mattress. Aegon’s strokes slow, but do not stop. 

“Brother,” he says, rather formally, “was there something you needed?”

Aemond is staring at you, watching as you try to hide your face, your body from him. 

“My lady,” Aemond addresses you directly. Always a polite man. Seven hells. 

You do not answer, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed. Perhaps Aegon can fuck you so hard into the mattress you shall disappear altogether. Aegon has different plans. He tangles a hand in your hair, lifting your head, and forcing you to look at Aemond. 

“My brother addressed you, dearest,” Aegon says, “do not be rude.”

A whimper leaves your lips.

“My prince,” you someone managed to say, as Aegon has begun to increase the rhythm of his strokes. 

Aemond nods, slowly walking closer to the bed. You do not know where to look, you wish he would not approach you. Surely whatever he needed could be attained at a different time. 

“Tell me, my lady,” Aegon asks, “do you think me unobservant?”

His fingers dig into your waist, as he snaps forward. Your head is spinning from the pleasure, the embarrassment, the excitement, and the confusion. Surely you are dreaming. 

“What?” you ask, voice a strangled moan. 

“I see the way you look at him,” Aegon says, a matter of factly, “much like how you look at me.”

Aemond is right in front of you now, watching as Aegon plunges himself into you. Your breath comes in pants, sure that Aegon is displeased, that he means to punish you in some way.

“Do you like how my brother fucks you?” Aemond asks, bringing a hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

The question stuns you. Tears spring from the corner of your eyes.

“Yes!” you cry out and Aemond hums at your response. 

“I told you Aegon was not usually kind,” Aemond said, letting his thumb stroke over your bottom lip; a shiver rolls through you.  

“She likes it, brother,” Aegon says, snapping his hips against you. 

“I do,” you moan in agreement, as Aegon’s cock massages a spot within you that makes your vision blur and your thighs tremble. 

“That’s it,” Aegon says, bringing his hand towards the apex of your thighs, using your slick arousal to fondle the precious pearl that lies hidden there. 

You release a moan, a tangled mess of both their names. 

“Hear that brother?” Aemond teases, “even with you inside of her she calls for me.”

Aegon yanks you up by your hair, a deliciously painful sensation on your scalp as he drags you flush against him. He remains nestled inside of you, as his lips find your ear. 

“Do you like him better?” Aegon taunts, placing a wet kiss on your neck. You can feel his smile; he is teasing you, taunting you. 

“No..” you moan, “I want…I-”

How can you possibly tell them what you want? What you desire?

“What dear wife?” Aegon says, lazily thrusting up into you, “tell me what you desire and I shall make it so.”

You whimper against him, as he holds your hips guiding them up and down on his thick shaft. 

“I want you both,” you murmur, an embarrassed whisper. 

The brothers are silent for a moment, the sound of soft, wet slapping the only noise in the room despite the small whimpers that leave your mouth. 

“You heard her,” Aegon says, causing your eyes to snap open.

“Say it again,” Aemond demands, still standing at the foot of the bed, watching you intently. 

“I want you both,” you repeat, more confidently this time.  

“Greedy, greedy wife,” Aegon purrs, as his hand curls around your breast. 

He lifts you from his cock, twisting you onto your back before re-entering you, placing one of your legs on his shoulder so he can thrust into you deeper. Your head hangs from the side of the bed, as he pounds into you. 

“What am I to do with such a greedy, lustful wife?” he taunts, placing a kiss on your breast, and stretching your hamstring until the burn is almost unbearable. 

You wonder if this is what it shall be like to be married to a Targaryen, always a constant state of burning. 

“Brother?” he calls, never relenting his strokes, “help me with my wife, will you?”

Aemond moves to the side of the bed, and within an instance, his breeches fall revealing his cock. It is not as thick as Aegon’s though it still has a girth that makes your eyes widen. 

“Get him ready,” Aegon tells you when you do nothing but gawk at Aemond’s cock that stands erect in front of you.

“How?” you ask, unsure of the next steps. 

“With your mouth,” Aegon directs, “get him nice and ready and I’ll let him fuck you kindly.”

A thrill runs through you at the thought and Aemond steps forward. You unhook your jaw and let him slide his hot length through your parted lips. 

Aemond’s pace is different than Aegon’s, as though he is holding back from fucking your throat relentlessly. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. 

Aegon moans at that. 

“Do that again,” he says, lifting your leg off his shoulder to hold it in the air. 

Aemond rolls his hips forward gently, causing you to gag again. Aegon groans at the noise. 

“Fuck that’s a pretty sound,” Aegon moans, rolling his hips in such a way that makes your toes curl with pleasure.

“Seven hells,” Aemond hisses when you hollow your cheeks, and experiment with moving your tongue. 

Aemond brings his hands to your breasts, tweaking and pinching your pebbled nipples.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Aegon says, “I knew the moment I saw her I had to have her.”

“As did I,” Aemond says, causing you to whimper around his cock. 

You feel so unbelievably full from both ends, unaware that it was possible to feel this amount of pleasure. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, as you feel Aegon’s thumb begin to circle the sensitive pearl at the apex of your thighs. 

You feel your thighs begin to tremble, as Aegon continues his attention. Your moans and gags grow louder around Aemond’s cock, the room filling with wet sounds. The pleasure builds and you find your release, cunt clenching around Aegon’s cock. He makes a breathless noise as he feels you tighten around him.

“Seven hells,” Aegon moans, before unsheathing himself from you, “what a good girl you are.”

You cannot answer, due to Aemond’s cock in your mouth and your hazy brain coming down from your orgasm. Aegon chuckles. 

“Go on then,” he says to Aemond, “be sweet to her.”

Aegon climbs off the bed, positioning himself in a chair, and fisting his still-hard cock. Aemond removes his cock from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting you to the tip. Aegon bites his lip at the sight. 

Aemond maneuvers you on the bed, gently cradling your head until it rests on a pillow. His touch is different from Aegon’s, not as rough, not as hasty. You look at your husband, his eyes are dark with lust. 

“What about you?” you ask, voice shaky. He grins at your words, head tilting backward.

“I know,” he purrs, “I’m being awfully generous, and on my wedding night as well.”

He pumps his cock again using the slick from your cunt, his flushed tip weeping precum. 

“You are my wife,” Aegon says, as though reminding you.

You turn your head toward Aemond, who now hovers above you. 

“May I kiss you?” he asks, eye flickering to your lips.

What an odd question to ask when his cock has already been in your mouth. 

“Yes,” you breathe, and Aemond leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

You can feel his thighs brush against yours, his heavy cock nudging your legs apart. He reaches a hand down, barely having to try with how wet you are, sliding inside your tight warm heat with ease. 

You moan against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. Aemond is different, he feels different inside of you. He slowly rolls his hips against you, a gentle, even pace that has you clutching the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Aemond moves his mouth to your neck, kissing the hot flesh. Your head turns to the side, watching Aegon tug himself at the sight of Aemond fucking you. His mouth hangs open, lips curling into a smirk. Aemond’s head is buried in the other side of your neck, his pants music to your ears. 

You drop a hand from Aemond’s shoulders, reaching toward Aegon. He rises from the chair almost instantly and you wrap your hand around his neck. He covers your mouth in a hot kiss, laying beside you. Aemond lifts himself up, before unsheathing himself from you, laying on the other side. 

You turn to face Aegon, as Aemond lifts your leg, to continue to fuck you as you lay on your side. Your mouth falls open at a new angle, the tightness allows your cunt to swallow Aemond’s cock. 

Aegon kisses you, his hand reaching between your legs. A desperate moan is swallowed by your husband, and you reach your hand to stroke him as well. 

“That's it,” he says against your mouth. Aemond bites into your shoulder.

“Gods,” you breathe a pathetic whine that causes both men to chuckle.

“Close,” Aegon murmurs, “this is how a queen should be treated. Do you agree?”

You nod desperately.

“You are a dream,” Aegon purrs, “a delectable dream.” 

You cry out as your second orgasm washes over you, you feel Aemond find his release as well, spilling his hot seed inside of you. 

Aegon continues rubbing you until you’re pushing against him, pleading with him to release you. He does not, only rolls you off Aemond’s softening cock and onto his, having you straddle him. Aegon pulls you down, not allowing you to ride him (that shall be for another occasion). Instead, he holds you flat against his chest, beginning to jackhammer up into you, chasing his release.

You become a babbling mess, clenched so tightly when Aegon finds his release, your cunt milking him for all he is worth. You droop off of Aegon, falling in the space between the brothers, shaking from the pleasure you received, their mingled releases spilling from your entrance. 

You feel Aemond place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, as Aegon moves a strand of hair from your brow.

“I am afraid some of my reputation, holds water,” Aegon admits, fingers trailing down your chest. 

You hum, unable to form words.

“But I am not a selfish lover,” Aegon continues, “you are my wife, and I shan’t deny what brings you pleasure.”

You can feel Aemond growing hard again, as his cock presses against your backside. Aegon’s hand cups your breast, squeezing it softly. 

“Is that alright?” Aegon asks, though his amused expression seems to already know the answer.

You flutter your lashes at him, leaning into Aemond, before answering with a tired smile and a nod. 

It was to be a long night, shared between the dragon princes. 

note: I couldn't pick and I wanted both SUE ME 😤😩🥵

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…Bel… my beloved Bel

If you do not post some NFSW headcanons for our equally horny ass depraved GOT men

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AND AGAIN POSTING WHILST I’M AT A PUBLIC GYM

NSFW Headcanons for Aegon Targaryen II, Aemond Targaryen, Cregan Stark, and Jacaerys Velaryon (x Reader)

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her reader, afab reader, daddy kink, mommy kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, ye olde bondage, spanking, choking, size kink, p in v sex, oral, semi public sex, exhibitonism, literally everything

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Aegon Targaryen II

-loves having you on top, this man is EXTREMELY lazy, so having you ride him is a dream come true, especially when he can watch your tits bounce as you move your hips, his hands coming up to squeeze them, or if he’s feeling extra energetic, he sits up and helps you ride him, taking them into his mouth

-loves fucking you raw, drives him absolutely feral

-he WILL cum first but he has great recovery time and will go multiple rounds especially if you’re on top

-hardcore mommy kink, loves it when you dom him, choke him, leave bite marks on him - he just wants to be your good boy, lives for getting praised by you

-push him too far though and you might just unlock dom aegon, bit of a daddy kink and a bit of a sadist, but this side of him doesn’t come out to play very often

-absolutely obsessed with your tits, uses them as pillows, literally will cry and beg just to get to touch them or suck on them

-whimpers like a little bitch the minute you pull away from him but with how deep his voice is, also lets out the sexiest groans when the two of you are fucking

-loves teasing you and getting you riled up enough that you make some excuse for the two of you to just run off and fuck (fingering you under the table, grinding himself against your back etc - he's literally a bitch in heat 98% of the time)

-extremely loud in bed, has no qualms about the entire red keep knowing just how good his lover is making him feel

-doesn't necessarily have a breeding kink but his favorite place to cum is inside you

Aemond Targaryen

-mr "i have no taste for depravity" is the most depraved motherfucker on the planet

-daddy AND mommy kink, loves domming you but also absolutely loves having you on top, tugging on his hair, telling him to be your good boy

-enjoys receiving oral but VASTLY prefers giving, loves the way your thighs shake, the little sounds you make when he tastes you, loves it when you sit on his face, loves rubbing his nose against your pearl, loves how fucking responsive you are to his lips and tongue

-favorite position is him on top followed very closely by you on top, likes being able to meet your gaze while the two of you are fucking

-way way way into spanking and also light bondage - loves tying you up and can and will tease you for hours

-overstim king, wants you a shivering, trembling mess beneath him, loves how much you need him, how clingy you get, how you beg for him

-loves your ass, but is fucking obsessed with your tits (also thighs), while he's fucking you, if he ain't kissing you he's sucking on your tits, can't get enough of them (and if you show cleavage in one of your gowns bet that he's going to drag you back to the bedchamber and rip that off of you)

-loves the intimacy of fucking naked but also very much so gets too desperate to wait and will just lift your skirts and undo his breeches just enough to get his cock out and fuck you like an animal

-breeding kink, both because he loves seeing you pregnant AND because he needs to further the targaryen family line, also lactation kink while you're pregnant (this all falls in line with his mommy kink and obsession with your tits let's be so real)

-also very much so into choking (both receiving and giving)

Cregan Stark

-cregan stark is the greatest lover in all of westeros, daddy kink + breeding kink are his main ones but shit, he'll try anything once

-not particularly vocal in bed, but will let out these quiet little grunts and moans of your name, growling in your ear when he fucks you about how your tight little cunt feels so perfect and is meant for him

-loves fucking you from behind because he is an ASS MAN, will pull you up so your back is to his chest and bite down on your neck as he continues railing you (yeah, he's a biter 100%, loves marking you up)

-EXTREME BREEDING KINK, loves pushing your knees up to your chest, filling you up, telling you how he's going to breed you, fill you with his seed, watch you grow round with his child, and then fuck another one into you (pushes his fingers inside you after fucking to make sure his seed takes)

-possessive and jealous, very easy to rile up and get him to drag you off to fuck you in some dark hallway in winterfell

-loves spanking you, watching your flesh jiggle as his strong powerful hands come down on it, hearing you whimper and beg for his cock

-not averse to you being on top, but very much so a dom, will try being a sub for you if you want that, but truly? it's just not his favorite

-you're typically the one who teases him at feasts, a hand a bit too close to his cock, squeezing his thigh has him all but tossing you over his shoulder and heading off to the nearest bedchamber to fuck you

-loves it when you get a little bratty because then he'll just fuck it out of you

-edging king, loves bringing you so fucking close to your peak and then stopping, making you beg for him and promise to be his good girl

Jacaerys Velaryon

-jace seems so sweet and unassuming but he is a fucking animal once you get him in the bedroom

-the first two or three times he fucks you, he's gentle and attentive, but after that, prepare for dom jace - DADDY KINK FOR DAYS

-similarly to cregan, he loves fucking you from behind, grabbing onto your waist or tits as he pounds into you

-he's big, like so girthy you can't enclose your hand around his cock and it's long, like it will take you time to get used to this man but he stretches you out so fucking perfectly

-loves speaking high valyrian to you in bed, and if you speak it back, calling him "my king" or "my dragon", he will go absolutely feral

-loves finding the stupidest reasons to punish you and give you a nice little spanking till your ass is raw before fucking you again

-insane breeding kink, but also a pregnancy kink, loves the way your breasts are so full, how radiant you look, your stomach swollen with your unborn child, evidence of the love you two share, cannot get enough of fucking you while pregnant, only ever cums inside of you

-if you want to, he'll def let you be on top, it's just that he prefers being the one domming you

-let's out the hottest moans, loves dirty talking, whispering the filthiest things in your ears while he fucks you

-a bit of an exhibitionist in that he'll fuck you knowing full well aemond or aegon can hear and wants them to know that it's him getting you to scream

-the perfect face to sit on, loves grabbing you by the thighs, rubbing his nose against you, obsessed with tasting you

Ok, so I’m a little delirious from NyQuil and congestion. But I thought of a possible HOTD fic idea that I would like some opinions on. I haven’t watched the show, but I love reading the fics. Jace and Aemond are my favorites to read about out of all of them.

So let’s say that reader’s mom was a childhood friend for both Alicent and Rhaenyra, and she was actually a very talented seamstress. Both Rhaenyra and Alicent were lowkey obsessed with reader’s mom and wanted her for themselves. But one day, reader’s mom got sick and died, and the only person that comes close to having the same talent in designing and sewing is the reader, her daughter. Alicent and Rhaenyra kind of latch onto reader bc they remind them so much of their mother. It goes to the point where Jace and Aemond have also developed obsessive feelings of love toward the reader. But the reader is very aware of the Royal family’s obsessive tendencies, and does everything she can to avoid them. She isn’t grateful for the attention, she’s terrified. She doesn’t want to be noticed, she just wants to do her work quietly who taking care of her ailing father. But as time passes, Jace and Aemond continue to obsess over the reader and keep trying to put her in compromising positions so that the reader would have no choice but be their personal seamstress that would stay by their sides at all times.

Jace is a very soft boy who wants to woo the reader. He wants nothing but you. Seducing you with warm kisses and kind words. Sometimes reader thinks he’s too soft, but he has his moments where he’s in command and truly like a dragon. It brings him into a whole different light. Reader can’t help but long for his warmth and wonder what it would feel like if he placed his beautiful and warm lips on her skin.

Aemond is a tremendous storm with a powerful temper, and he wants nothing more than to possess the reader’s everything, body and soul. He calls the reader horrible names, “slut,” “whore,” etc. He’s horrible, but sometimes he will be so vulnerable and let down the walls he puts up. Reader can’t help the ache she feels between her legs at the thought of his hands on her body.

Sexy times ensues, there may be some dp-ing, who knows?

Also Alicent and Rhaenyra don’t like reader’s dad, because her mom fell in love with him and they blame him for her dying.

Any thoughts? I’m very tempted to write this out, but what do y’all think?

Tagging: @valeskafics, @aphroditesmoon, @jacevelaryonswife, @barbiedragon, @its-actually-minicika, @arcielee, @asa-do-your-thing, @dreaming-for-an-escape, @foxyanon

Okay, the Seamstress!Reader fic I’m writing, I may have accidentally outlined it to the point where it’s a three-way competition between Jace, Aemond, and Baela

Maybe a four-way competition if I throw Helaena in there too…

Soooooooooo…..this should be an interesting plot to write out 🙃

Ok, I want to write up an Aemond x reader fic as a Christmas Gift for a friend, but I’m at a crossroads here since I don’t know which direction to take the story.

On one hand, it’s Christmas and there should be a fluffy theme and happy endings bc of the holiday season. Aemond here falls in love with someone, and there’s inspo from a scene from Love Actually. But Aemond and Reader are in love and happy here, canon is irrelevant.

On the other hand, I’ve have a tendency to favor the stories where Aemond is a rat bastard who suffers bc of his affair with Alys. There might be a scene where he pathetically cries. Not very Christmas themed, but let’s say the setting takes place in the winter.

Both stories WILL involve smut (however cringey it is)

Warmth & Stories - Aemond Targaryen x Wildling!Reader

Next Part

Summary: Love can bloom in the most unusual ways. The love between a stoic prince from the South and a wildling storyteller will be written in history as one of the strangest but truest of loves.

Author's Notes: To my very lovely and wonderful friend and beta reader Bel, aka @valeskafics, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year's! This is the first part of this fic gift I wanted to give you, and I promise the next part will have smut! I hope you like this fic and can feel my love and appreciation for you. Bel, you are one of my favorite writers of all time and a huge reason I began posting fanfics and writing in the first place. I am so grateful that you opened a whole new world for me, and I hope this year gives you lots of happiness.

Warning(s): Slight cursing, Reader's parents were killed, Daemon's an ass, Viserys is a negligent father, Westeros is Westeros, dysfunctional family shenanigans

Prince Aemond Targaryen was known to be many things. Proud. Serious. Studious. All things one should be proud of in a young man’s position. Every single one of his teachers and wet nurses sung praises of the young prince since he began to toddle. And although it might seem cruel to admit it, the second prince was the apple of the Queen’s eye and the clear favorite of her four children.

Her sweet Aemond was a mild, studious young boy who practiced his faith in the Seven despite his blood lineage belonging to the Old Gods of Valryia. Besides Aegon, he had always been respectful to his siblings–especially to his elder sister, Helaena. Aemond would often humor his sister’s strange ramblings and gift her with little creatures he found as he wandered the ancient walls of the Red Keep. Helanea, despite all her reclusiveness, only seemed comfortable enough to be touched with her younger brother and often offered comfort whenever he complained about how unfair it was that he still had no dragon. His sister was as fond of her younger brother as he was of her and would usually humor his requests.

Except now.

“Please?” Aemond had been pleading for over an hour, reaching a point where most would pity him.

“No,” replied his sister sternly, “I’ve already told you my answer won’t change.”

“But why?” he pathetically asked as his voice cracked. It was good that Aegon was still in his room, too drunk to start the day. Aemond would never have lived it down without allowing his brother to see him like this. “I won’t ask for anything else from you, I swear it.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“But why?” demanded Aemond. “I would never harm (Y/N). Name one person in the Seven Kingdoms who would treat her better than I?”

Too upset by his sister’s refusal, the prince stormed out of the room in a near-blind rage.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was no noblewoman or someone with any particularly wealthy connections or background. You weren’t even someone born within the Walls in the North.

No, you were from a tribe of wildings that hailed outside the Wall and were brought within the borders after your parents were caught stealing. The Starks decided to spare when they realized their daughter was just a tiny child with an incredible talent for storytelling. Within a year, the tales that Y/N wove with her tongue had reached the ears of Aemond’s father, King Viserys of House Targaryen. The King was fascinated by the young girl beyond the Wall, who spun tales of giants and spirits from the Land of Always Winter. He spared no expense in bringing you to King’s Landing.

Aemond could remember the day so clearly, as you arrived very shortly after his bastard nephew took his eye in Driftmark, and his father did nothing but protect his whore of a half-sister. When brought into the keep, you could hardly present yourself to a room full of nobles, let alone the King. You stood before his father and family barefoot and filthy. Your clothes looked closer to rags and torn cloth, and your (h/c) mane was wild with a few braids and feathers. But that hardly mattered. As soon as you opened your mouth, it was as if everyone in the Great Hall had been transported to another world.

The story you told started with a young princess given a toy soldier named the “Nussknacker.” The young princess loved her little toy soldier so much that her sweet Nussknacker came to life one night. He told the princess a prince to a winter wonderland full of fairies, sugar plums, and magic. His home had been overtaken by a maniacal Rattenkönig, and he turned the prince into his current form. The soldier and princess had to face many trials, but they were successful in defeating the evil Rattenkönig and saving the prince’s kingdom. The Nussknacker turned back into the handsome prince he had always been, and he and the princess married to lead his kingdom into prosperity.

By the time you finished telling your story, the Royal court went ablaze with applause. Your pretty words and skillful tongue enraptured every noble. They longed to hear more of your stories and were starved for entertainment. His father was in an especially jolly mood after hearing your tale. He immediately appointed you as the troubadour of the Royal Court held in protection under the Royal Targaryen House. A proclamation that horrified both the king’s Hand and the Queen, to say the least. It was no secret that Aemond’s mother and grandfather did not look favorably on you. More than once, he heard his mother seethe in anger at the attention her husband gave to you as you sat beside him during his father’s pain flares. In her eyes, you were a savage hellion who likely spread her legs up from the Wall in the North to the Great Hall of the Red Keep in the South.

But in Aemond’s eyes, you were an angel. It was not only his father’s pain you soothed with your stories, but also his own. He tried his best to keep his distance from you, but it wasn’t long until you gained his sister’s favor. From then on, whenever he spotted Helaena, you were by her side. The tall and icy walls he tried to maintain around you came crashing down before he knew it. His mother so loved him because he always did as she instructed, including to remain far away from the new child from beyond the North.

But one night, the scar on his eye had been so painful that he gained a fever that lasted for nearly a week. The maesters weren’t sure if he would survive the sickness, as it was a result of his lost eye being inflamed. His mother had resigned herself to crying by his bedside while his sister would sit with him and talk about her day. But one night, when he was delirious with pain, you somehow managed to sneak in from one of the secret tunnels within the keep’s walls. He couldn’t see you, but he recognized your voice. He wanted to scream for you to leave his room, threatening that he would call over the guards standing outside. But then you spoke, and it seemed as if his world of pain had just washed away. You spoke to him about the history of Old Valyria and the beautiful tales of dragons and knights that were lost in time. This continued on every night during his ailment.

“Do you miss your parents?” Aemond asked you one night. But he immediately regretted his question when he saw how your shoulders tensed.

“Sometimes,” you replied after a few moments of silence, “I understand that they are in a better place, wherever they are. But sometimes I wish they were here so I wouldn’t be alone.”

“But you have Helaena to be with you. Even my father adores your company.”

You only scoffed in response.

“Helaena is wonderful,” you bitterly continued, “I am glad to have a friend as sweet and kind as her in this poisonous hellhole you call home. But your father-” you paused a moment to lick your lips to figure out how to phrase your thoughts – “all he sees me as is a toy. A commodity. A funny little object that he bought to entertain him. He never mistreated me but does not respect me as a person, let alone as a subject.”

The tears in your eyes welled to the point where they almost spilled, and you immediately stopped talking to prevent further incriminating yourself.

“You have no idea what it’s like-” you let out a bitter laugh before continuing to cry – “to have your family taken away from you. To watch your parents be executed before your eyes when you were only a small child. And for what? Stealing a loaf of stale bread? What should that matter to the Starks? They have their pretty castle with warm fires and fur blankets. My mother and father worked for everything they had in order to care for me. Now here I am, away from the silver winter I called home and stuck in the shit-odor that covers precious South.”

“However much you hate your family, at least you still have them. I have no one. No one to share my culture and past with, no one to understand your customs and way of life. Call my parents whatever you want. Savages. Thieves. Scum. But they loved me. However little it was, they taught me to be proud of myself. They were my whole life, and now they’re gone.”

You ran out of his chambers and back into the wall. Aemond didn’t see you for several days, even after his fever broke and the maesters told his mother he would live. Two weeks passed, and Aemond felt as if he were going mad. When he finally spotted you in one of the more secluded areas of the library, he grabbed your arm before you could scurry off.

“Tell me,” he told you. “Tell me everything about your parents, your home. Tell me about how the air was clean and clear. Tell me about how everywhere you looked, you saw white snow and clear ice. Tell me how much you loved your family, pets, friends – if you had any. I don’t care what it is. Tell me everything.”

At first, you only stared. He couldn’t tell if you were furious or in shock. But soon, your eyes lit up as if you had been given five hundred gold dragons.

“Where do you want me to start?” you asked him, eyes wide with joy and a heart finally learning to trust.

Lo and behold, he found his heart beginning to feel the same.

“Wherever you want.”

The smile you gave him was worth more than all the money locked within the Royal Treasury.

So many nights since that day, you would sit by his bedside, speaking so prettily that even the most brutal of their acts and customs fascinated Aemond. You would burn the midnight oil, telling him about the adventures and raids of the Free People beyond the Wall. That’s how you referred to yourself as a “free woman.” While you despised the title “savage,” you did not mind being labeled as “wilding.” You claimed that since you were born outside the Wall, the laws of Westeros did not apply to you. You have been seen as wild, but you knew in your heart that you were born free. And what was more impressive to Aemond was how you honestly and sincerely believed that you were born as a free woman.

He saw it in the way you would make little shadow puppets shows to bring a smile from Daeron after it was announced that he would leave for Oldtown.

He heard it in how you got the cooks to spit on your name after stealing bread from kitchens and then giving it to the small folk children living in impoverished areas of Flea Bottom.

He smelt it in how your hair would always smell like the wind in the Godswood to ride his horse when you were supposed to be learning your letters with the Head Septa.

He tasted it when you let him take a sip of that rotten ale you made in secret when you went through one of your horrible bouts of homesickness.

He felt it in how you raced to his chambers to hug him after he woke up from another nightmare of the memory of that night when he lost his right eye.

You were the strangest mystery Aemond had ever and will ever know. No matter how long he spent searching for answers in his favorite corner of the library, Aemond could never understand how someone with a heart as warm as (Y/N) could come from the frozen wasteland she loved to call home.

With a single but powerful stroke of his blade, Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s upper jaw fell as the rest of his body dropped to the floor. Visenya’s Dark Sister had once more bathed in its victim’s blood. Gasps and shrieks filled the Great Hall at the sight of dark blood oozing from his corpse. The members of the Royal members all had varying reactions. From his mother’s side, Helaena immediately covered her eyes and turned away – utterly horrified by the swift mutilation. Aegon grimaced but was otherwise unaffected. Not surprising. He’d seen similar carnage from the illegal fight rings run in Flea Bottom. Aemond took a slight step back in shock as he gaped at the now-deceased lord in mild admiration.

He had no idea tongues were so long.

Prince Daemon Targaryen stood before his ailing brother, tall and proud. There was not a twinge of remorse or regret on his youthful visage as he towered over the spilled blood soaking his boots. Undoubtedly, this man carried the blood and fire of the proud dragons that graced their house.

“He can keep his tongue.”

Brutish as Daemon was known to be, Aemond respected his uncle’s instinct to remove objects that voiced slander against his wife. However much of a whore his half-sister may be, she was still of royal blood and their father’s firstborn.

However, he wasn’t sure how much that last fact mattered, considering how she spread her legs to swill only to produce bastards as her heirs.

His grandfather ordered the Kingsguards to disarm his uncle, but Daemon only scoffed as he wiped the blood off his ancient blade with an old rag. Moments later, Aemond’s decaying father collapsed on the Iron Throne in exhaustion after over-exerting himself. His mother immediately rushed over to aid him when she heard his pained groans.

“Call the Maesters!” she shouted before reaching him. And when his father fell into her arms, that was the first time Aemond saw you throughout this entire proceeding.

You stood close to the walls, remaining present but unseen. It was not until his father called for you by his side that he removed you from your hiding place. You and an apprentice Maester took Viserys to his chambers, leaving behind his wife, children, grandchildren, and every member of the Royal Court. As Aemond watched you carry his hobbling sire to his chambers – likely to recite to him a passage of the History of Old Valyria or one of the many tales surrounding Queen Visenya’s practice of the dark arts – his blood froze as he noticed Daemon’s gaze was focused not on his brother, but on you.

An hour had passed since Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s unfortunate passing, and Aemond was still no closer to finding you. He felt as if he was going mad in desperation. He checked everywhere. The kitchens, catching you sneak bites of freshly baked honey cakes. The stables, to find you feeding the mares and stallions carrots and apples. Your chambers, spying through the keyhole as you sat at your desk writing new stories. He even went so far as to ride to the dragonpit, hoping that you were reading to Vhagar again. He was close to announcing an order to search for you to the closest Kingsguard when he spotted you standing underneath the Heartstree. When another figure approached you, the one-eyed prince was about to call out your name.

Daemon. And judging by the way his violet eyes leered at your womanly form, it was clear to Aemond that this meeting was no coincidence. Aemond stepped out of view and pressed himself close to the garden’s entrance. The silver-tressed prince cursed himself for not publicly claiming you so everyone knew you were his and his alone. Differences in stations mattered little when you grew up so beautifully.

A fact he was sure that did not go unnoticed by his uncle despite meeting you for the first time.

Not for the first time did Aemond find himself cursing the gods for creating perfection in a single woman. Time had been unkind to many but seemed to spare you of any misfortune. While you were far from the polished and perfect image of a proper lady, you slowly but surely assimilated yourself to life in the South of the Wall. You traded your hides and furs for dresses and trousers. Your wild (h/c) mane became untangled by his sister’s ladies-in-waiting frequent brushings. Regular meals and proper care took a starving child with sharp, bony jabs to a woman with soft, feminine curves and beauty rivaling the Maiden herself.

“How have you found your time so far from the wall, little wilding?”

“I spent every waking second soaked and flushed from sweat and heat. To make it worse, I can’t escape the shit and piss that stains and bathes your pretty keep. Tell me, does that answer your question, my prince?”

Daemon barked a short laugh, amused that his brother took in someone so clearly different from the court’s usual vultures.

“When I heard my brother had taken in a little girl from outside the wall as his little entertainer, I was expecting a hobbled cripple caked in dirt with no sign of grooming. But here you stand, appearing more like a proper lady than a savage wildling.”

“You can take the girl from the North, but you can never take the North from the girl.”

No truer words had ever been spoken.

Aemond smiled at your quick wit and tongue. You were still every bit of the girl dragged before his father when he was only ten name-days old, even if you changed a little bit.

You still styled your hair with the little braids commonly worn in the North, but sometimes, he would catch Helaena tucking feathers in your locks.

You still carried your father’s old hunting knife on your person, but you also kept the Valyrian steel dagger Aemond gave you on Yuletide Eve from three years past.

You still made frequent trips to pass the bread to the small folk in Flea Bottom; you always made sure to help lead Aegon back to his bed after he drank himself stupidly.

It was a challenge, but you’ve adapted and made a life here with the Royal Family, whether you liked it or not.

“Do you ever plan on coming out from behind the wall, my prince? Or do you plan on renouncing your title and becoming Master of Whispers on your father’s small council?”

Realizing that his cover has been blown, Aemond brought himself in view to face the wildling girl who had stolen his heart almost eight years ago. He was relieved that his uncle had left the gardens, probably to inseminate his half-sister once more. It was as if she needed more children to convince all of King’s Landing that her claim on his brother’s throne was legitimate and valid. It did not matter that the evidence of her whorish nature was growing before their eyes.

“Careful, my lady,” replied Aemond, “one might think your words as treason towards the prince.”

“Please,” you scoffed, “the only people who continue to insist on taming my tongue are your mother and grandfather. And we both know my opinions of both parties.” Your cheeks began to flush, and your demeanor grew shy as you whispered your following words. “Besides, why would I need to be afraid of anything when I have you?”

Oh, how his cold, bitter heart grew ten times warmer with your sweet words. He removed his black riding gloves, reached for your hands, and was taken aback by how cold your skin felt against his own.

As if afraid of his voice, he cradled your hands softly as if he were the hunter and you were a little snow rabbit on the edge of running away. Your unblinking observation persisted as you silently watched your silver-haired prince raised both of your hands to his pink lips. He took in a deep breath before exhaling out. The heat of his breath against your fingers sent chills down your back. His mouth was opened just enough for you to see his tongue, bringing a deep sense of shame to wash over you as you dreamed of how good it would feel to have his tongue feast on your cunt.

“What possessed you to come outside without a cloak?” The low timbres of his voice broke you from your lust as you just now realized that you brought yourself into his trap. “It is already winter (Y/n). You could grow sick if you are not careful.”

“You forget yourself, Aemond,” you replied, tearing your hands from his grip. You almost wept at how profoundly you felt the loss of his warmth. When did his hands become so rough and big? “I have the true North in my veins. Such meek and pitiful clouds and winds could never get me ill.”

“Why were you outside at all?” Aemond had hoped to find you in one of the rooms with a fire roaring inside. Even if you were not alone, you would have been warm.

“Thinking about home, I suppose. I was tiny, but I would help gather whatever wood was available and put it in a big pile. We would put on our ceremonial furs and robes, along with masks we painted from the skulls of our kills. After that, the adults would drink themselves stupid on ale and heated yak’s milk as they and the children would gather around the wood pile and then burn it. I remember dancing with my parents around the fire as we sang praises for the old gods and yelled out prayers for the sun. A few boys would probably try to sneak some kisses from the girls with mistletoe.”

The silence that followed only added to the tension.

“I think I would have been stolen by now.”

“Stolen?”

“Your Southerners version of ‘marriage,’ I suppose,” you stated as you lightly shrugged, “at my age, if you weren’t stolen, it meant that something was wrong with you. If I remained with my tribe, some man would have stolen me by now and pumped me full of his babies.”

Aemond saw red. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles further paled to an almost translucent view of his veins as he imagined some savage, wildling man forcing himself on you. He wanted to ride Vhaghar beyond the North, if only reaching beyond the Wall and burning it all to the ground. No man other than him was allowed to touch you. He had only touched your hand and already decided that the rest of you belonged to him and him alone.

Taking a few steps closer to you, he removed his leather patch and lifted your chin between his fingers to force your focus on him. His ears caught a slight intake of breath when you saw his sapphire eye as he was so close that he could practically feel your heart racing in anticipation. He preened in satisfaction when he caught your perfect (e/c) irises dart down to his lips before resting his face again. Aemond didn’t need to look down to know that you were clenching your thighs in an attempt to stop your arousal from leaking.

His sister’s approval be damned.

If your traditions dictated that you must be ‘stolen’ to be a wife, then he would be the one to steal you.

“Sweet (Y/n), you’ve grown so cold.”

Do you wish to go back?

His face was so close to yours that you could feel breaths mix with your own. You could smell the fine leather of his tunic, and the fragrance of spices from his silvery locks wrapped you in a blanket of comfort. His violet eye’s gaze showed a vulnerability lost since that night in Driftmark. The night when he gained a dragon at the cost of becoming a cripple. If Aemond was to risk everything he’s worked for, he had to know.

Would you, a Free Woman, let yourself be called as his?

“No, my Aemond” - you took his hands in yours to tenderly kiss his knuckles- “not anymore.”

I am right where I belong.

And he believed you.

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Warmth & Stories - Aemond Targaryen x Wildling!Reader Part 2

Summary: Love can bloom in the most unusual ways. The love between a stoic prince from the South and a wildling storyteller will be written in history as one of the strangest but truest of loves.

Author's Notes: I had to get this out before January ended. This part does have smut! It is the second part of the holiday fic gift I gave to @valeskafics .

Warning(s): MDNI 18+, sex, breeding kink, blowjobs, 69 sex position, clothes ripping, loss of virginity

Usually, when it was late, you would often find Aemond in the library. You and he would swap stories about your day that often resulted in both of you giggling and gossiping like two shopkeepers’ wives. So when you find yourself in your two’s usual section without him, you think it a bit strange but do not enough to leave. You figured he was still enjoying supper with his half-sister and nephews. However, when the grand doors swung open to reveal a raging one-eyed dragon, you deduced that the dinner was less than a success. You were prepared to de-escalate his temper when he grabbed your arm. He then dragged you out of the library and inside his room.

He promptly caged you in his arms when he violently closed the doors shut.

“Aemond, what are you –”

Your outrage was silenced when your prince slammed his mouth against yours as he locked you in a crushing embrace. His lips were moving so feverishly that you could hardly match his pace. You tried your best to remain angry, but you quickly felt your body melted with his and realized that you wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him.

So efficient, your prince, he had managed to both quell your fury while also driving you mad with lust.

So often, you’ve dreamed of kissing Aemond, your sweet silver-haired Southern boy who captured your heart when he asked you about your life in the real North. You never expected to feel these feelings, let alone for a Southern man, let alone for a prince as beautiful as he. So many nights, you brought pleasure from your fingers by just imagining how his lips would feel against your skin. It was by no means as delicate as you imagined, but it was damn satisfying.

As he crowded you against his door, all of your senses felt heightened by his presence. Despite the cold winds blowing in from the window, you remained lost in the heat and haze that came from being loved by Aemond Targaryen. Pulling away for a moment of reprieve, your chest heaved in an attempt to catch your breath as Aemond made no effort to hide the ocean of love and lust in his eye. When enough air finally reached your brain, you could focus your vision enough to see the tips of your prince’s ear turn pink from his actions.

You closed your eyes as you inwardly preened at knowing that you made such a stoic man fluster. However, you may not have hidden your expression as well as you believed, given how Aemond shot his hips forward and let you understand how mad you’ve driven him. Even underneath the layers of fine leather and underclothes, you could feel the outline of his hardened cock press against your stomach. You tried to rub your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to ease away your arousal, but Aemond saw through your scheme. Nudging his knee between your legs, he lifted his leg until your wet center was grazing against his leather-clad thighs. His head dipped, and you wondered if he could feel your breath shaking under his lips as he mouthed along your jaw and down your neck. Meanwhile, his leg remained steady, and you continued to grind against the firm muscles of his thigh.

Riding on Vhagar certainly did wonders for his physique.

Ecstasy overtook you as you pathetically cried out your pleasure as Aemond’s lips continued down your body and lathered the swells of your breasts from your dress with his tongue and kisses. There was a knot inside you that coiled tighter and tighter as you ground your cunt in hopes that it would cause your release.

Aemond raised his head as he felt you ground harder down his thigh. When he saw the state you were in, he damn near tore your dress apart and threw you on the bed. But he refrained from any movement to aid you in your plight, delighted by the sight of you so completely enraptured by his actions as he was from your presence. But when he witnessed you thrusting your hips so pitifully, he couldn’t stop the smirk creeping on his face as he leered down at you. Lowering his head till his lips barely grazed your ear, you could tell how much it pleased him to feel how desperate you were for him.

“A few kisses,” he breathily whispered, “and already you’re thrusting your hips like the whores in Flea Bottom.”

“I ’m-I’m not a-a w-whore,” you whimpered out.

Gods, it mortified you at how pathetic your voice sounded. You tried to steady yourself by placing your hands on the stone walls of his room, but all it achieved was making you appear more vulnerable to your one-eyed dragon.

“Oh really?” Aemond was having so much fun teasing you. “Because only whores would try to reach their peak with such lustful abandon. Is that not your cunt currently soaking my trouser leg? Gods, you’re leaking so much I can practically smell it from here.”

Ever so swiftly, he moved his hand underneath your dress and immediately plunged two of his fingers into your sopping cunt. The knot inside you coiled so tightly that it snapped. Your eyes shot open, but all you could see was white and stars. Your body trembled as you opened your mouth, but no noise was made. The pleasure you just experienced was too great for words to describe it.

Aemond knew that you did not need to be prepped for his fingers, but he did not expect you to peak so quickly.

You felt your face ablaze in embarrassment. Where did your stoic yet kind prince go? Where was this silver-tongued cad come from? You reminded yourself to swap Aegon’s favorite wine with vinegar and beetroot juice. While the concoction would not deter him from drowning in his cups daily, you hoped it was enough to keep him in bed for at least a day.

You wondered if your prince could see you were lost in your thoughts and no longer paying close attention to him. He must have since his eyes showed a new determination. He flipped your position so that your chest was hard-pressed against the walls before firmly grasping the back of your dress. With half-lidded eyes, you opened your mouth to question him.

Rippppp

Immediately, your eyes shot open as you quickly realized that Aemond had ripped a clean tear down your dress and underclothes, leaving you as bare as the day you were born. Not even having enough time to shout your indignation, your prince swung your body onto his shoulder like you were just a flour sack. In a few short strides, he reached his bed and tossed you on top of the covers. Each curve on your body, from your full breasts to your soft thighs, beckoned him like a moth to a flame. Your tresses framed your face like a (h/c) halo, giving you an aura befitting of a divinity. Aemond had dreamed of this sight for as long as he could remember since he met you. It was almost enough to make him kneel before you and weep his praises while begging for your love and devotion to belong to him and him alone. He instead stripped himself of every layer of clothing until he was as exposed as you.

You watched in enraptured adoration as he continued tearing away each layer that hid his beautiful physique. It was torture to wait, but it was more than worth it. You felt your breath hitch as you took in each line and shadow of that creature, this magnificent being. Aemond was by far the most beautiful person you ever had the pleasure of witnessing. To see him with any clothes almost seemed like a crime with how he presented himself to you. The growth spurt from his thirteenth name-day, along with years of training under Ser Criston Cole and riding Vhagar brought forth the Warrior in mortal form. Your Aemond had a likeness that resembled a marble sculpture, with his lean and firm muscles under the unblemished pallor that made up the tall, elegant man standing before you.

But as much as you trusted Aemond, a small part of you was also scared. You were no Southern beauty. For the first ten years of your life, you had to hunt and fight for your right to survive. Such skills were remembered. You have grown beside royalty for eight years, but many would still find you lacking. And the pain - the pain terrified you. The women in your tribe and the small folk maids would warn against noblemen. Such men would often break a young girl’s maidenhood without any regard for her reputation – only to throw her on the streets to fend for herself.

Sensing your discomfort, Aemond realized he had acted too brash. While you would always be a wildling at heart, you spent years hearing horror stories from the maids of what happened behind the chamber doors of the highest nobility. He remembered how much Helanea had cried after her first night with Aegon, and he cursed himself for behaving as brutish as his pathetic brother. Leaning forward until he just barely hovered over you with his arm to keep him steady, Aemond softly dotted kisses across your face – your temple, your cheeks, your eyes, and even your nose – before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

“My sweet, wild girl,” he cooed, “I swear to you that I will make sure that this will be enjoyable for us both. Such love between two equals, such as us, means that we were meant to be each other’s firsts and lasts. But if you do not wish to continue, I swear we will stop and only have each other’s company as proof of our love and devotion to one another. There is nothing but time for us.”

“Aemond,” you whispered, “you would do that? Would you truly wait for me?”

“(Y/N), your love is everything and more. So long as I have that, is there truly a need for anything else?”

Searching in his eyes to see if there was any trickery or deception, you only saw unadulterated and steadfast adoration. If Aemond were true to his heart, so would you. You summoned as much courage as you could and leaned forward from your back to kiss him this time. Relief filled your heart when he kissed you back.

Cupping your beasts with gentle hands, your silver-haired prince broke away for you to catch your breath and for him to look in awe at your naked splendor. The sight of you flushed and gazing at him with lust and reverence, with your breasts perfectly fitting in his hands, made his cock twitch. Pinching one nipple between his two fingers, Aemond watched with enraptured worship at your reactions. Boldness overtaking him, he lowered his mouth on your other breast and sucked hard on your mound’s peak. Breathless gasps and high-pitched sighs played a symphony in his ears. Having his fill of one, he switched his ministrations to the other. Your voice and desperation were growing only stronger.

“Aemond!” you exclaimed. “Something’s coming. It feels – it feels s-so strange!”

Knowing you were reaching your peak, Aemond took his free hand and flicked your clit. When he heard your wails, it pleased him more than any duel won. He began to press more against your soaking button, taking in the song of your lust.

Biting your lip, you squirmed and squealed at the shock of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Why was Aemond touching that place? And why did it feel so good?

“A-Aemond!” you keened as tears trailed down your cheeks. “What’s happening?”

“Let go, my darling,” he purred, “let me give you more pleasure than you have brought for yourself.”

The coil snapped, and your release was so much stronger than anything you have ever done to yourself. The release that Aemond provided for you was so powerful that you soaked the sheets and Aemond’s abdomen when you came. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, and you swore you saw white at your peak.

“Aemond,” you sighed, “I wish to taste you.”

“(Y/N),” he stated with widened eyes, “there is no need. I do not expect such things from you.”

But you only asserted yourself by raising your torso from your elbows.

“Ameond, I want to taste and please you. Won’t you let me?”

“Alright,” he agreed, “but only I am allowed to do the same for you.”

“How would that be possible?”

His leer brought butterflies fluttering in your heart. “Let me show you.”

“There you go, my love. Spread your legs – let me see you. Gods, you’re perfect. Your cunt is so pretty and pink. Your scent alone is driving me mad with want. Do you not see the evidence of it before you?”

By the Old Gods and New, you have never felt so exposed in your entire life. Even your capture by the Starks and being brought before the King dressed in heavy chains and torn rags was less humiliating than your current position.

“Did he have to be so vocal?” you thought. “Is he trying to make me pass out from his words alone?”

Seeing you tremble from his voice as your arousal further soaked your lower lips brought such perverse fulfillment to the prince underneath you. Taking his hands from your waist, he palmed the cheeks of your ample bottom before spreading them for a better view.

“So nervous, aren’t you? There’s no need to fear my little wildling. There is only us in this room – there will never be another whom I will taste that way I will for you.”

You were only half-listening to your beloved prince – as you were still enraptured by the sight of the stiff, long, hot rod standing upright before you. His tip was pink with a bead of his pearly seed just leaving it. Being so close, you breathed in the scent of its musk of leather, sweat, and dragon’s smoke. Its pungency – although strong – captivated you and made you salivate instead of putting you off. So often, you would sneak into his chambers while he was riding, take any clothes put away for washing by the chambermaids, and breathe them in.

Just last year, your boldness allowed you to steal one of the undershirts he discarded. It was soaked and stained with his sweat from a particularly challenging sparring match with Ser Cole. You knew that he would not miss one out of dozens of similar articles of clothing, so you tucked it under your skirt and hurried away to the secret tunnels before you were caught.

It remains under your pillow, and you wear it to sleep every night.

“Are you going to begin? Or do you need my help?”

“Shut up!” you hissed with flushed cheeks. “Don’t rush me.”

“Just make sure not to use your teeth.”

Leaning forward, you stuck your tongue to kitten-lick the bead of his pre-cum. When you heard his guttural groan, you continued by swirling your tongue over the tip before wrapping your lips around the head. You then lowered your head so that your mouth could try and take as much of his length as possible.

“Oh, fuck!” Aemond gasped at the feeling of your warm, wet throat enveloping his cock. “Gods, you feel so good. Take more. Take my entire length down your throat. Oh, fu– yes, just like that. Now bob your head up and down.”

Doing exactly as he instructed, your eyes watered, and tears spilled as saliva dribbled from your mouth. How was he so big? When you took his entire length in your mouth, the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You nearly gagged, but you fought against the impulse to keep bobbing your head down to take him in your mouth. His scent became only more potent as you continued, and you wanted so badly to taste his essence.

Watching your head moving up and down his cock only strengthened Aemond’s appetite for you. Finally, focusing on your lower lips, he slowly swept his tongue across your cunt. You were still soaked from your previous climax brought from his fingers, so the taste of your body’s nectar was heavy on his tongue.

What use was wine if he could get just as drunk from the ambrosia that came as the evidence of your pleasure from his actions?

Just a taste was enough to make Aemond’s mind rave with lust. Plunging his tongue into your heat, he was eating you out as if he were a peasant man who had been starved for months instead of the prince who lived in comfortable luxury. To Aemond, you tasted beyond exquisite. You were the greatest treasure in the entire keep.

Meanwhile, you were going insane from his tongue as you tried to keep up with pace. Faster and faster, you bobbed your head to quicken his release. You weren’t able to hold out for much longer, and you wanted him to come in your mouth at least once before you came twice from him. But the feel of his velvet tongue was too much to bear, and the coil in your stomach had tightened once more. Before you could even recognize the signs, Aemond’s mouth dragged out your release faster than before. It was not as strong as your first, but it was enough to make you release his cock from your mouth as you cried out your pathetic whines. You had not collapsed from the shock of it, and you maintained your position on your knees.

Fighting back the tears in your eyes, you once more wrapped your lips around his pink head. But this time, you felt a slight twitch in your mouth. Realizing that he would soon spill his release, you took the entire length of his cock in your mouth and stayed there. You only swirled your tongue across the veins on his member. Aemond’s lower muscles tensed as he felt his seed fighting to escape.

“FUCK!” he yelled out – loud enough for the entire castle to know what the two of you were doing.

 Soon, your mouth was filled with his white and thick seed. Aemond slid his limp member, and despite your face hidden from his view, he spied a small stream of white fluid dribbling out of your mouth.

“Turn around,” he ordered, “and face me when you swallow my seed.”

Slowly turning your body, your cheeks bulged from the volume of his release. When you swallowed his cum, he could see it go down your throat. When you felt the last of his spent trickle down your throat, you crawled up to lay your head on his chest. You laid little pecks down his throat and across his collarbone.

Having your body lain on top of his without the barriers of fabric and station blocking their love was heaven. A few minutes had passed before he felt himself harden again, and Aemond had one question left to ask you.

“Are you ready to be stolen?”

Tilting your head up to face him, your (e/c) irises were drowning in your want for the man in front of you.

“Yes.”

“Lay on your back with your head against the headboard.”

Positioning yourselves to be ready for what was to come, Aemond looked at you again for your approval. You slowly nodded, silently informing your royal love that you were prepared to accept all of him and his devotion.

He took his member, leveled it to your center, and slowly pushed the head in. He tilted his head to whimper and gasped at the profound heat surrounding him. When he pushed further, he marveled at how tightly your body gripped him despite him only being halfway inside you. The whimpers that left your lips implied him of your pain. But you dug your nails into his arms when he tried to stop.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you ordered him, “you sweet, wonderful fool.”

When he fully inserted himself inside you, you opened your mouth – but no noise left. There was pain, but you were so aroused that the sting only added to your ardor. Aemond leaned forward and pressed his forward to yours – it did not matter how you would insist he push on. This was your first time – and his too. You both needed a few moments to adjust.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked you when a few minutes had passed. “Are you sure you wish to continue?”

You nodded in confirmation. “Yes, my dragon prince. Please – I think I am ready now.”

Spreading your legs further apart so he could push himself deeper inside you, he thrust into you back and forth just slowly enough for you to feel every inch of him inside you. He prayed to the Seven Gods that you were drowning in the same ocean of desire he was. He listened to each gasp and sigh pass through your lips. If he focused himself enough, he was sure he could recognize the beat of your heart apart from any person in his father’s kingdom.

You wondered if you were in a dream with how much joy overflowed inside you. Cradling his cheek, you brought Aemond down to kiss him to show him the depth of your feelings. You brought him into your arms without breaking the kiss while wrapping your legs around his waist.

You wanted him to devour you.

Breaking the kiss, Aemond was in your arms as both of your chests were pressed against each other in each other’s embrace. Feeling your arousal wetting his cock, he began to quicken his pace.

“A-A-Aemond!–” You were gasping for air, but it would never be enough. “–I feel you! All of you – you’re so big! Oh Gods!”

Aemond bit the inside of his cheek for the pain to distract him from your cervix tightening around him.

“How does it feel to be stolen? Do you feel how tightly you’re gripping me?” he knew he was being cruel in his taunting, but he wanted to show that there was only him for you – not some barbaric hunter who didn’t bathe and likely lost all his teeth.

“You are mine – only mine. You were made for me (Y/N), as I was made for you.”

Placing one elbow on the spot next to your head and pushing himself up, he slid one hand down your body to press against your swollen clit. Your pupils dilated at the additional pleasure your silver-haired dragon knight gifted you. As your cries confirmed him of your satisfaction, he pistoned in and out of you.

“Tell me,” he hissed, “could another man bring you such pleasure – such love and devotion as I have for you? Do you think there would be another man who could provide more than I, the rider of Vhagar? If you must be stolen, it will not be done by anyone but me. Not my father, not my brother, not even by fucking Daemon – only me. Do you understand?”

You could only frantically nod. But it was not enough to satisfy your prince. He gave you a very hard thrust.

“Answer me!” he ordered.

“YES!” you answered. “Only you! There was and will only be you, Aemond! I am yours – please don’t stop! Don’t stop – I want your seed inside me! I want to carry your child!”

Taking a handful of your (h/c) tresses, Aemond pressed his nose to the crook of your neck. His scent was mixed with you – a harmonious combination of the trees in the Godwoods you took from and dragon smoke locked into his skin. He bit your neck before sucking it enough for it to turn into a lovely purple hue by the coming morning.

You only screamed out for more.

“Come for me, (Y/N). Soak my cock with your nectar so that I can implant my seed into your womb. Our child will hold the powers of my Old Valyria and your Old Gods. Can you see it? Do you want to see our beautiful child?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Using his fingers to pinch your clit, he gave you one final order.

“Then come.”

“AEMOND!”

Intense pleasure flooded your entire body as you screamed out his name, and you entirely gave all of yourself to Aemond. The waves of desire crashed and rocked the boat that held whatever was left of your sanity as your vision flashed white. A dull thudding pounded in your head, and your body continued vibrating as a result of your powerful climax.

Gasping at the feel of the vice grip that your cunt had on his cock, Aemond took all of his previous inhibitions and threw them to the wind. Babbling out his declarations of his love to you, he wildly thrust deeper and deeper into your cervix until the tip of his cock hit the entrance to your womb. And spilled everything inside him into you – holding himself there so that his seed would take.

The world around him disappeared. Everything outside of you and him faded into the background as white noise and the sound of your heavy breaths filled his head. He collapsed on top of you, bringing the sheets and blankets to cover your bodies as sweat sheening on your pair’s skin cooled. Aemond shifted his weight to next to you and took you into his arms.

He was exhausted – both of you were – but a feeling of contentment and serenity filled the room as you basked in the love you showed one another.

“Your mother and grandfather,” you whispered, “they will never accept me. They will never accept our child. Our child will be a bastard – the very thing you hate the most in life.”

“My love,” Aemond tried to alleviate your fears, but you only continued.

“It’s true, my dragon.” Your eyes held your strength but also showed your terror of what was coming. “Do not attempt to play me for a fool. Do not dare disrespect me in such a way.”

The prince knew every word you spoke was the truth. On the brink of war, his happiness mattered little to his mother and grandfather. They would tear his child out of your womb with their own two hands if it meant that his hand was free for political alliances.

All to keep Rhaenyra off the Iron Throne.

But there was a solution. It was one he wished wasn’t the only option left – but it was the only one he saw could work and keep you and his child safe. In a solemn voice, he revealed his plan.

“I could swear to Rhaenyra.”

Not believing the words left from his mouth, your jaw dropped as you openly gaped at your lover. But anger replaced shock only seconds later.

“Aemond, that is not funny.”

“It is no joke, my (Y/N). Listen to me.”

He explained that he and you will travel to Dragonstone by daybreak tomorrow. With Vhagar on the Blacks’ side, the threat of her ancient fire burning everything to mountains of ash would stop the war before it could even begin.

“For compensation, I will only request that you and I be wed in the tradition of both of our ancestors.”

“Yours,” you interjected, “just yours.”

You softly giggled at the befuddlement on his face – the sweetness of the picture was such a stark contrast to the events that just transpired.

“You have stolen my heart so long ago already. And now you have stolen my body. Have I not told you that this is my people’s way of marriage?”

“Of course,” Aemond chuckled, “now all that is left is for us to be wed in the traditions of Old Valyria.”

He leaned in close to press a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you are prepared, little wildling. By the latest, at the end of this week, you will no longer be a free woman – but the wife to a prince and the mother of his children.”

“Our children,” you insisted, “the mother of our children.”

“Yes, dearest. Our children.”

Stories were legends, and legends were lessons that ring with truth.

This was the first lesson your mother shared with you.

You learned every story you told in court from your mother. Your favorite story was about how the Children of the Forest sometimes gave that child a rare gem when a free child survived their tenth winter. But to prove themselves worthy, the children needed to endure many trials and meet many new people.

On your tenth winter, you traveled South to Winterfell with your parents to steal a loaf of bread. Your parents were killed, but alone you remained. You cried and cried until your body no longer had any tears left to cry. You cursed the Children of the Forest. You cursed the Old Gods your parents swore would protect you.

You met a boy with only one working eye during your third and tenth winters. His other had been slashed and taken by his nephew. It was replaced by an orb of the prettiest blue stone you had ever seen.

It was your fourth and tenth winter that you learned that his eye of blue stone had a name, “sapphire.”

You were eight and ten winters when your and your dragon’s hearts beat to the same tune, and your bodies joined together as one.

You were still eight and ten winters when you realized that the Children of the Forest kept their word. They had indeed gifted you a rare gem – they just didn’t tell you that gems could be people.

Aemond was your gem, and you were his.

And Aemond and you raised your 12 kids in Westeros peacefully while Rhaenyra reigned as Queen of the Iron Throne and Daemon and Alicent take turns having sex with her!

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I am so sorry if I forgot to tag you! It's hard to keep track bc I lost the list

♡ when Aemond has a crush on you ♡ (modern) headcanons

he hides it well; Aemond is not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. At first, it's hard to tell he has a crush on you because he is cold and seems indifferent. he observes, weights his options

he keeps his distance at first; both emotionally and physically. his behaviour might even make you think he hates you, though it's quite the opposite of course, he just have problems with showing his feelings :((

but (!) his piercing gaze always finds you. his eye follows you discreetly, hungry and restless

when he's near you, his body language is a mix of nervousness and inner pride. he wants to please you which is a weird feeling for Aemond, so his fingers may fidget a little, but still; he stands tall

he quickly learns your daily routine and starts showing up in places you frequent. these "coincidental" meetings are his way of staying close without being too obvious (in his head at lest)

you quickly learn he uses a lot of sarcasm, but you learn to enjoy this side of his, actually he's quite funny

if you ask him for a favour, he might act like it's a bother, but he always does it, despite his outward coldness

sooo.... as you can see he's a little lost, unsure, but(!) this one time when his brother Aegon makes crude, inappropriate joke about you, Aemond's anger flares and that's when he truly realises his feelings for you may run deeper than he'd like to admit

Aemond tries to be more straight-forward at this point. he assist you whenever he can, subtly offering help here and there, giving you this little smirks of his

he often asks you random questions about your life (often very specific), wanting to know everything about you and it's quite endearing that he's so focused on you

stil he respects your space! or at least tries to. he doesn't want to intimidate you or make you uncomfortable with his presence (most of the time), even though being near you all the time is what he would prefer

he spent many sleepless nights analysing your conversations and overall every aspect of you

long walks; during those you talk about trivial things and deeper subjects like psychology, philosophy, or your favourite books and movies. Aemond is silently enjoying when you put your hand on his arm during those walks. these moments are when he feels most connected to you, when he melts more and more...

because finding someone attractive is one thing, but finding someone attractive and genuinely interesting is a whole new level and at this point Aemond is charmed, really charmed

encouraged by this connection growing between you, Aemond asks you out. and let me tell you- he's SERVING! like he arrives at your home to pick you up, greets you with a gentle kiss on the hand and a soft smile, the kind that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach

and he smells so gooooood!!!!! I just know it

at dinner he pulls out your chair, ensuring you're comfortable before taking his own seat. throughout the meal, he’s attentive and considerate, paying for dinner without hesitation (duhh)

his eye contact is intense, making it clear he finds you captivating

about the first kisss.... at first it's gentle and tentative, almost like he's testing the waters. he would begin by leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against yours lightly, his hand cupping your jaw. he would look deep into your eyes, waiting for silent approval and when he gets it, he smiles and you smile too

as the kiss deepens, you’d feel the intensity building. the touch of his lips would become firmer, his body pressing you closer as he wraps his arms around you. his grip might grow more insistent, almost aggressive, as he pulls you in tight, the kiss becoming more passionate and intense. there's a raw edge to it, as if he's letting go of the restraint he's been holding onto, revealing the fire and desire that’s been simmering just beneath the surface

when you gasp softly against his lips, Aemond is losing control. his hand moves down to grab your ass, pulling you even closer, your lips crash and then he suddenly halts. moving back just enough to regain some composure. he's breathing heavily, trying to steady himself, his eye fixed on you with a mix of desire and restraint

"We should probably slow down, but I really don't want to."

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you can find more of my works about aemond ♡here♡

♡ Aemond as your boyfriend ♡

(modern) headcanons

meetings in the middle of the night, piercing glances and desperate kisses, Aemond is a little bit obsessed about you

when he's with you, the hard lines blur, revealing a softness that he's kept hidden from the world

when he kisses your palms, he does it slowly, with such devotion. one finger at a time, his eyes never leaving yours

and when you’re not close he needs to know where you are, who you're with, and what you've been doing. he acts like it’s just concern, but there's a possessive edge in his questions

when you're around other people, especially if they're attractive, he becomes extra possessive. he won't outright tell you he's jealous (duh), but you'll notice how he puts his arm around you or touches your shoulder, keeping you close. and that little smirk of his appearing

he holds your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your skin

Aemond doesn't usually like sleeping with someone glued to him, but with you, he makes an exception. over time, he even grows to enjoy it, finding comfort in your warmth

he spoils you, he'll run hot baths for you, and when your shoulders are sore, he'll give you massages (that often lead to something more…just sayin) and let me tell you he’s surprisingly good at it, using his hands to work out every knot while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he makes you feel important, he makes you feel wanted

when you're asleep, he can't help but touch you. he caresses your cheeks, runs his fingers through your hair, or traces the outline of your hips, silently watching and swallowing you whole with his eye

going back to spoiling you…he might leave a piece of tasteful, expensive jewellery by your bedside, or bring you bouquet of red roses out of the blue

though he may appear distant at times, he's actually attuned to every word you say. he absorbs your conversations, and if you express even the slightest interest in something, you can be sure he'll get it for you

even though he’s serious with others (and often very stiff), he loosens up with you. he might put on a sheet mask when you're watching a movie, just because you asked him to, and he’ll do it without complaint

and about movies, he'll watch every horror movie with you, never flinching at the jump scares or gory scenes. but he's secretly thrilled when you curl up into his arms, hiding your face against his chest, squeezing him tightly. He'll calmly whisper when the scary moment has passed, gently coaxing you to look at the screen again, reassuring you that it's safe to watch now

also I think that he’s the type to show up at your window at 3 AM dressed in black, just because he missed you and your heart races at the sight of him smiling at your surprised expression

he takes you in his arms and kisses you like he's been starving for it, his hands tightening around your waist as if he'd never let go. and every time you gasp in his lips, he loses his mind a little

about intimacy…Aemond is not shy, he likes it rough, raw, and intense. he grips your neck with just the right amount of force, whispering filthy words into your ear that send shivers down your spine. his touch is possessive, he's fascinated by your body—obsessed, really

his mouth finds every inch of you, trailing a line of wet kisses down your lovely skin. he adores the way you squirm beneath him. when he thrusts into you, it's with a force that leaves you breathless, and he bites your nipples with a primal hunger

his hands explore with a kind of need that leaves bruises, but you crave that pain. he is unrelenting, his fingers digging into your hips, your thighs, anywhere he can find purchase

yet!! for all his intensity, he is mindful of your pleasure. he ensures you come first, savoring every ripple of your climax, holding you tightly as you shudder against him

he releases his hot ropes of cum deep inside you (if you’re up to it), and even then, he doesn’t let up. his hips continue to move deliciously, slow and deliberate, milking every last drop of his orgasm. wanting to stay inside you for as long as he can, it feels so good inside you

Aemond’s gaze stays fixed on yours, his breathing ragged and uneven

and after, he treats you with the gentleness of a lover who understands the aftermath of such raw sex. he cleans you up, wiping away the sweat and sticky remnants, kisses your forehead, murmuring how beautiful you are, how good you are for him, but even in those quiet moments, you can feel the intensity of his desire, a fire that never truly goes out. he’s restless when it comes to you

in moments like these, when Aemond is close to your naked body, his hands tracing the contours of your soft skin, he becomes vulnerable, as if the touch of your flesh unlocks something deep within him

you see he often struggles with his emotions and how to put them into words, hence his presents and little gestures, but in moments like this when the world is reduced to just the two of you, he breaks open a little, revealing the depths of his feelings

love is not a word he uses lightly. so when he whispers it to you for the first time in the quiet of the night, when the only sound is your shared breathing and the rustling of sheets

your heart skips a beat. it's not just a word—it's a confession, a declaration of something timeless. the weight of it is enough to crush you, and when he says it, you know he really means it

as he speaks, you can feel the hesitation in his voice, the rawness of his emotions. it's hard to open up to someone like this, despite he tells you that he would do anything for you, that he's at your service

it's funny because at first, you'd think he had you wrapped around his finger, completely under his control. but as time went on, you realised it was the opposite—he was the one utterly at your mercy

these intimate confessions, shared in the darkness, become a sacred bond between you. it's not just about physical closeness; it's about laying bare the heart, exposing the vulnerability that he hides so well from the world

after Aemond's confession, you feel a profound shift in the atmosphere, a change in his touch. it's as if, for the first time, he don't want to just fuck you, he wants to make love to you, you in his arms

you melt into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels almost reverent

the urgency and roughness that usually accompany your moments of passion are replaced with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Aemond's hands explore your body with a gentleness that surprises you, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. his lips move across your shoulders, your collarbone, and then up to your lips, kissing you with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. it's a kiss that tells you that you are cherished, that you are loved

his movements are unhurried. he holds you close, his forehead resting against yours as he moves within you, his gaze never leaving yours

the way he holds you, the way he touches you—it's all so gentle, so intimate, and it feels like he's pouring his soul into every gesture

when it's over, Aemond holds you even closer, his breath warm against your skin

the rest of the world fades away, and it's just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet comfort of the night

@venmondiese ! ! !

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you can find more of my works about aemond ♡here♡

Snowfall Serenade [ONESHOT]

SUMMARY: Everyday, he steps into the little cafe for her easy smiles and free laughter - but he can never quite manage to gather the courage to ask her out. Soon enough, a dentist appointment gone wrong and a bit of the festive spirit finally pushes him to finally make a move.

PAIRING: Dentist!Aemond Targaryen x Cafe Owner!Reader [Modern AU]

WARNINGS: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Aemond being a nervous wreck is all I have lmao.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: What's this? A Christmas story from someone who has never celebrated Christmas or seen snow in her entire life? Ah well. This story is wacky and definitely miles different from the intense and sad stuff I'm inclined towards, and it is all thanks to this ask by @coffeeobsessedtrencher. The request was spun for my writing comfort.

I struggle with writing fluff so hard, but there's no better time to attempt a happy story than Christmas I suppose! Also - if I've gotten any of the holiday details wrong, please don't come at me, thanks! That being said, thanks to @sapphire-writes and @oneeyedvisenya for giving me the rundown on all things Christmas! Helped immensely to get me into the vibe.

Thanks to @targaryenrealnessdarling for the photo of Aemond in the moodboard - I looked about for a while but couldn't find anything that fit, so ended up blindly throwing hers in and it worked perfectly.

Also, Aemond drinks espresso because @ewanmitchellcrumbs and I have talked about it so much that it has now found a permanent place in my brain.

Lastly, to @humanpurposes my love, my everything, for giving the last lightest push to complete this by telling me that this is somewhat halfway decent. ily <3

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate! Here's a little something to make you laugh, I hope!

No beta. This is a first draft. We die like men. GOODBYE.

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

TEXT DIVIDER by @saradika

“SORRY, WE’RE CLOSED!”

He opens the door to the cafe, completely disregarding the little signboard that marks the premises closed. The door is always open for him, he knows - and is eternally thankful for the same. The quaint cafe, just a stone's throw from his dental practice, has slowly grown to become his place of comfort. Now, he cannot go a day without spending time there.

“Even for me?” He murmurs, his voice carrying a playful, questioning manner that is too light for him, yet somehow his own.

The mingling scents of coffee, sweet cinnamon, chocolate and the savory notes of roasted vegetables and baked goods permeate the air as he opens the door. The cafe is adorned with twinkling fairy lights, wreaths, and tinsel, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the space. Tables are topped with red and green checkered cloth, and there's a cozy fireplace adorned with stockings and plush cushions. Winter is Coming to Town, the latest Christmas hit by teen sensation Sara Snow - a guilty pleasure of his - plays in the background, adding to the ambience.

Aemond steps in and takes off his gloves - he drops them into his coat pockets and keeps his hands there for warmth.  She’s cleaning up the counters and has her back to him, and when she turns, she smiles.

“Well, perhaps I can take one more order for my favorite customer.” Her smile is sly and welcoming, and Aemond blushes at her tilted head - he blames it on the cold outside. “Hello doctor! Long day?”

“Festive season means more patients. Usually cousins with broken teeth from scuffles or just… freak accidents.” She lets her hands rest on the counter on either side of her, one of the hands clutching a crumpled cleaning rag. The first thing he picks up about her appearance are the stray hairs falling out of the printed mistletoe scrunchie she wears, and Aemond resists the urge to push them behind her ear. 

She scrunches her face at the thought of children with bloody teeth and wipes off the last of the crumbs. “That sounds nasty.”

“It is.” He clasps his hands together as he waits for her to finish up, keeping himself from fiddling with his nails. He has his mother to thank for the habit. With a hand on her hip, she leans on the counter and asks, “Are you going to give any of my Christmas specials a chance tonight, or will it be the usual?”

He chuckles at her attempt to get him to buy into the spirit of the holiday. Aemond is tempted - his functional eye roves over the little black board that has the season’s specials written in red, white and green chalk, with little Christmas trinkets drawn around. Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Latte, Toasty Chestnut Caramel Cappuccino, Spiced Apple Tea -

“Spiced apple tea?”

“You told me about your mum’s spiced apple cake a while ago, so I experimented. I hope you don’t mind. It’s quite nice actually! Will you have a taste? I’ll make it extra special for you!” He lightly smiles, just at the corner of his lip, appreciating how she remembered the details. Then, he chuckles at the speed of her speech and the excitement in her words, leaving her slightly breathless.

“I’ll have the usual, please.” She groans dramatically, whipping her head back and letting hands flay around as she walks over to the espresso machine. He can’t help but laugh ever so slightly at the theatrics as he follows her movements. 

“Triple espresso with seven sugars, coming right up! And may I just say, it is very peculiar that you’re asking your patients to not have much sugar for their teeth while pulling off this seven sugar stunt here with me.”

“I’m allowed my indulgences.” 

“Are they indulgences if you have them everyday?” 

He moves to get up. “Do I have to be harassed each time I want coffee? I hear there’s a new Starbucks nearby…” His words may seem curt and sound low, but his voice carries a playfulness that she recognizes well now.

“Oh sit down,” she playfully waves her hand at him, and he smiles - it’s all he’s capable of doing around her. He doesn’t say much - he never does - so she takes it upon herself to continue. The whirr of the machine is faint as she walks over to the display cases, catching his eye. “Anything to eat?” He does not miss how she’s pointedly looking at her Christmas specials, wiggling her eyebrows. He reads the names of the items off the little nameboards kept right next to them, matching the theme of the specials board.

Snowball almond cookies, Christmas tree brownies, red velvet cupcakes, fruit tart, Christmas quiche, holiday stuffed mushrooms -

“Chicken sandwich, please.” He grunts, but is very aware of the joke that it would become.

She slams her palm into her face at his blatant refusal to get into the spirit, and laughs. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were being disrespectful, Aemond.”

“I’m a man of habit, love.” He winks, and she is quick to turn away and blush as she assembles his sandwich. 

You’re being so silly, it’s cute that you have a crush, Helaena had said once. That was months ago.

I do not, he had said. Clipped and curt, hoping his sister would stop squealing. He didn’t want to risk drawing her attention from where she stood, smiling at one of her customers.

Not one to let the momentum of the banter be lost, she takes it upon herself to continue the conversation. “Christmas is only a little more than a week away. I thought you’d have gone home by now, Aemond.” He steps closer to the counter and takes his usual seat at the corner, smiling at her. He keeps his lips tightly pursed, trying not to get his excitement at her saying his name seem obvious. “Got a flight for Christmas morning, very early. It’s not a long trip, I’ll be at Oldtown in a few hours.”

“Ugh, Christmas morning flights are stuffy and so chaotic, why would you put yourself through that? Were there no other tickets available for earlier flights?” She huffs a breath as she slices into a loaf of sourdough, the sounds of her knife grating at his ears, making him wince ever so slightly.

Somehow, telling her that there is no chaos or noise on the private family-owned jet that his mother is sending for him seems snobby.

“It’ll be alright. I could ask you the same. You’re still here?”

“Oh, uhm. My parents are coming to visit here, actually! Besides, Christmas is good business, and I’d like to be able to keep the cafe open for the day at least. Close up early and take them out to see the lighting of the tree at the Square. They’ve been wanting to visit King’s Landing for a long time.”

The smell of his obnoxiously sweet and strong coffee hits him as she brings it over along with his plate of food. She slides the mug and ceramic plate across to him, and then goes back to bring her own mug and settle in next to him. Eager to distract himself from the peculiar tingling in his stomach whenever she comes close, he bites into his sandwich.

“It’s good.” The subtly spiced filling is just the way he likes it, and he takes a second bite.

“It has to be if you keep coming back for it,” she says and winks. He freezes for just a moment, debating for a moment as to whether or not he should tell her that it’s her that he keeps coming back for.

Her face flushes red as the heat from her espresso warms her tongue. They drink in silence as he recalls the day he’d first stepped in here, when his assistant had taken the day off and he’d been so angry that he’d chosen to take a walk and get his hot drink on his own. 

It was an instant crush. She’d smiled at him, and he’d felt his tongue failing him as he stumbled through getting the words out for his order. She’d guided him through the menu with the patience of a saint, and by the time he’d left, he was determined to get his own coffee from then on. More than a year later, he’d become good friends with her and spent at least an hour a day with her, making himself at home in what they have now come to recognize as his chair.

In the past year, he’s had the words at the tip of his tongue many times. Can I take you out? It should be easy, so very easy. And yet, somehow, he never manages to say them out loud for her to hear. He’s watched her go on dates and come back not wanting to meet any of them a second time, and each time he breathes a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand the overwhelming jealousy he felt whenever she talked about a planned date. On the flip side, there was a sense of calm when he learned that things hadn't worked out. But how long before she meets someone that she likes?

He wants to. He really wants to, but he simply can’t. Funny how that works.

He swallows and licks his lips to rid himself off the sticky residue and looks at her. Desperate for a distraction from his own flustered thoughts, he sighs. She brings a hand up mid-air, remembering something as she nods and sets her mug on the counter. “Hey! By the way, the appointment with you that I had scheduled for after the holidays…” He sips his coffee and holds onto the mug for warmth before she goes on. “Apparently, one of your patients postponed their appointment so your receptionist asked if I could prepone mine.”

“Did she now?” He’d always been the one coming to her, and the thought of her coming to him has had him flustered ever since she made an appointment with him. Now, the possibility of it being closer than ever dawns on him, and he resists the urge to blush. Using his best unbothered tone, Aemond mutters, “When is it?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

He does not miss the nervous way in which her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek. “Alright?”

“Yeah, just…” She chuckles, looking away from him. “Don’t laugh at me, but I’ve… I’ve always been scared of going to the doctor. Even if it’s just a consultation.” She giggles in embarrassment and then continues, running a hand over her mouth. “I know this is an elective procedure, so I’m literally asking for it even though there’s no need… but it’s still daunting to think of.”

“Hm… It’s not so bad. You’ll be fine,” he says. His free hand closes around hers in reassurance, and it amazes him how it fits right in his. He catches her eye and she smiles at him, the warmth of her going straight to his heart. “Well, if it’s the best dentist in the city, I suppose I’m in good hands.”

With their proximity, and the way she’s looking at him - all smiles and genuine adoration - it is very easy for him to believe that they’re together. But the truth is that he’s not even bold enough to take her out to dinner, and reality crashes onto him quickly when she stares at their conjoined hands with a red face. He lets go of her hand and clears his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. She looks down, and he catches her continuing to blush by the corner of his good eye. At a loss for words, Aemond clears his throat once more and gets up to leave, settling his bill. 

There is a moment when he catches her eye as she fetches his change, where he seriously considers blurting out his invitation to take her out. 

It would be simple, so simple. 

Her fingertips graze at his palm as she gives him the money and they stand, completely at a loss as to what to do. If he were a less careful man, he’d have chased after her touch. It’s embarrassing how quickly he melts, worse how despite the freezing temperatures outside, it is the absence of contact that actually makes him feel cold. “So, I… suppose I’ll see you at your appointment then,” he says. His hands clench mid-air before he pushes them into his coat pockets, and then he makes a move.

“Yes, you will!” She smiles just as brightly and widely as she always does, and the yearning in his chest only increases tenfold before it beats itself into oblivion again. She looks at him expectantly, almost as though she’s waiting for him to say something more, but a silent good night is all he can manage as he all but runs out.

THE DAY ARRIVES FASTER THAN AEMOND ANTICIPATES.

As he stands in his pristine dental office, clad in his customary white coat, he can't shake off the unusual nervousness that has gripped him. He glances at the clock, realizing that she should be arriving any moment now. He adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in his stomach as he taps his foot on the leg rest of his desk, incessantly.

The slow opening of the door announces her entrance, and Aemond looks up to see her step in. She wears a faint smile, but there's a tension in her shoulders that doesn't go unnoticed by him - he’s never seen her look so on edge. He greets her with what he hopes is a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat in the dental chair.

"Good afternoon. How are you feeling today?" he asks, his usual calm demeanor somewhat shaken by his own nerves. She hesitates for a moment before answering, "A bit nervous, I guess. I've never been a fan of visiting the doctor. Not even if it’s you," she says, the last sentence more playful than the rest.

Aemond nods understandingly, making a mental note to tread carefully. "No need to worry. I assure you it's quick and painless."

She nods, but the tension lingers. Aemond, sensing her discomfort, decides to explain the procedure in more detail, hoping it will ease her nerves. However, as he delves into the technicalities, he notices her fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room.

Realization hits him, and he stops mid-sentence. "You seem a bit more on edge than usual. Is everything okay?" he inquires gently.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know. I guess I just can't shake off the nerves. I hate the thought of someone poking around in my mouth."

Aemond nods sympathetically. "I understand. It's perfectly normal to feel that way. Tell you what, to make this a more comfortable experience for you, how about we use some nitrous oxide? It's commonly known as laughing gas. It'll help you relax during the procedure, and you might even find it a bit amusing."

Her eyes light up with a mix of curiosity and relief. "Really? That sounds... actually, that sounds like it might help."

Aemond prepares the nitrous oxide mask, explaining the process as he goes. As he gently places it over her nose, he can't help but notice her tension fading away, replaced by a subtle tranquility. The corners of her lips twitch into a small smile, and Aemond realizes that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Alright, just take deep breaths through your nose," he instructs as he starts the procedure. As the nitrous oxide takes effect, she begins to giggle softly. Aemond can't help but smile a little, relieved to see her at ease. 

As he works through her teeth, he takes one moment to look into her eye, only to catch her staring at him already. She’s chuckling now, but he knows very well that she’d have turned away in all her bashfulness if she was a bit more aware of what she’s doing. The laughing gas seems to have left her feeling uninhibited, but he’s not complaining. He quite likes it when she’s carefree and laughing, a stark contrast to the tensed girl that walked into the room moments ago.

She continues to stare before sighing after a loud laugh and saying, “You have a really pretty face, Aemond.” Aemond's cheeks flare up in a deep shade of crimson as he processes her unexpected compliment. The dental instruments in his hand momentarily forgotten, he glances down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. The air in the room is filled with the hum of the equipment and the occasional soft laughter escaping her lips.

She notices his sudden shyness and teases, "Aw, Aemond, don't tell me you're blushing! Do you not get told you’re pretty often? It’s a crime, you should be! I mean, look at you!" Her laughter continues, the effects of the laughing gas making her more candid with each passing moment.

Aemond tries to regain his composure, but her unfiltered praise catches him off guard. "Well, I... I appreciate the compliment. It's just, uh, not something I hear often," he admits, his voice slightly awkward.

It’s a lie. He's well aware of what the magazines and Page Six articles suggest. "Targaryen heir lives a private life away from the boardroom, and he's a sight for sore eyes," one wrote. Despite maintaining a comfortable distance from such papers, he never anticipated being confronted by them today, especially not from her. The fact that she's sharing it with her guard down only amplifies the impact, as it suggests she has likely pondered over it for a while.

She thinks he’s handsome. It makes him blush more than it should.

She grins mischievously, "Well, you should! You're like a real-life prince charming!” Aemond nervously continues with the task at hand, his blush refusing to fade. "I'm just a dentist, really. Nothing special."

She shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with sincerity - he holds her still by the side of her neck to continue the procedure. "No, seriously. You have this whole mysterious thing going on.” She looks at him like he holds up the sun, and Aemond finds that he wants for her to admire him, to think of him as handsome, to like him. He does not want to egg her on, but he certainly is intrigued about seeing himself through her eyes.

She does not disappoint.

As Aemond resumes, he can't shake off the lingering warmth from her earlier compliment. Her giggles persist, and she takes another moment to admire his work, her eyes studying his features. The effects of the laughing gas seem to have turned her into an open book, and she doesn't hold back in expressing her thoughts.

"Your nose is so cute, Aemond. I mean, really. It's like perfectly sculpted or something. Like you were made by a plastic surgeon, rather than God…" she says with a dreamy smile, her fingers reaching up to lightly tap the tip of his nose. Aemond, already blushing from her previous praise, simply nods in resigned acceptance - he’ll never admit to enjoying this.

She giggles, her laughter contagious and beautiful as he struggles to keep his feet on the ground. "It's one of those noses you'd see in those fancy magazines. I bet it makes all the other noses out there so jealous." His cheeks flush deeper, and he focuses on his work, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism. However, she's not done yet.

"And those cheekbones! Seriously, how do you get them so defined? Do you do facial exercises or something?" she asks, her eyes wide with wonder.

Aemond, flustered by the unexpected attention to his facial structure, manages a modest response, "I... I guess they're just natural."

Her laughter rings out again. "Lucky bastard! You've got the kind of cheekbones people would kill for. I know I would."

As he continues, she shifts her attention to his jawline, her gaze lingering appreciatively. "And your jawline, Aemond, it's like it was chiseled by the gods. Seriously, do you moonlight as a model?"

He chuckles nervously, "No."

Her compliments keep flowing, each one causing Aemond's blush to deepen. "And your teeth! I mean, of course, they're perfect, you're a dentist. But seriously, Aemond, you've got a killer smile, in the rare times that you do smile. It's dazzling. I always think you’re very pretty when you smile."

Aemond, now practically squirming from where he stands, mumbles a shy acknowledgment. "Thanks, I do try to take care of my teeth." She leans back, her eyes flickering mischievously. "And those lips! Ever consider a career in lip modeling? They're so... plump. In a good way, I swear. And soft too!"

Aemond, completely caught off guard, stammers, "I, uh, never thought about it.”

She laughs, "Well, consider it. Your lips deserve a spotlight. Made to be kissed, really. You should kiss me!" The words hit him like a freight train as he struggles to hold onto his professionalism.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to-

“And those eyes…” She trails off, her gaze focusing on his eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, his insecurity about his mismatched pair of prosthetic and natural eyes resurfacing. However, before he can voice any self-doubts, she surprises him. "Your eyes are the prettiest thing about you, Aemond. I mean it. I could look at them all day. Blue and violet… they're like different galaxies or something," she gushes, her words carrying a genuine admiration that resonates with him.

For years, he’s been terribly insecure about his eyes. He wore a patch for a long time until he got his prosthetic eye, and even then, the mismatched pair always reminded him of the bitter night when he lost his eye in a freak scuffle with his nephew. It’s always been a sore subject - until now.

He never quite considered that anyone would think his eyes to be beautiful.

Aemond, taken aback by her heartfelt words, finally meets her gaze. Her eyes, dilated from the laughing gas, hold a warmth that reaches beyond anything he had ever thought capable. 

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice touched with a mix of gratitude and newfound confidence. The fluttering in his stomach grows with each moment as he finds his footing. She grins widely, oblivious to the impact of her words on him. "No need to thank me. Just stating the truth. You should really hear these things more often, Aemond. You're amazing…. Amazingly attractive. Hot, really. Very hot. You must have girls throwing themselves over you… is that why you never ask me out?"

He doesn’t respond at all, the conversation veering from what he deemed appropriate for his workplace. But the wheels in his head turned, turned and turned.

Did she want to go out with him? Was she only waiting for him to make the first move? Had he wasted all this time being held back when he could have been dating her?

The remainder of the dental procedure unfolds with a surreal mix of professional precision and underlying tension. Aemond, still grappling with the revelation that she might have been waiting for him to make a move all along, navigates the delicate balance between his role as her dentist and the unexpected yet definitely welcome personal turn their interaction has taken. As he completes the procedure with expert finesse, the air in the room has undoubtedly shifted. Her laughter rings out and he helps her rise from the dental chair, offering a few reassuring words about aftercare and the success of the procedure.

Still under the influence of laughing gas, she leans into him, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she suggests, "You should kiss me."

Aemond's heart skips a beat in response to her words, his own desire mirroring her invitation. However, the ethical dilemma weighs on his mind. Despite the tempting suggestion, he's aware that she's not sober. While she might desire this moment enough to ask for it while uninhibited, the likelihood of her remembering it later is uncertain.

Just as the moment teeters on the edge of a decision, the opening door heralds the arrival of an unexpected interruption. A familiar waitress from her cafe steps in, her presence accompanied by a burst of laughter and vibrant energy. She rushes over to the girl, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Aemond.

"Hey there! Ready to go?" the waitress chirps, linking arms with her.

Aemond, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, nods with a polite smile. "Yes, she's all set. Just follow the post-procedure instructions, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call."

The girl, still giggling, nods in agreement. "Absolutely, Doctor… Aemond! Thanks for taking care of me!"

As they exit the dental practice together, the door closes behind them, muffling the sound of her laughter. Aemond rubs a hand over his mouth and jaw, feeling the lingering warmth that she leaves in her wake. The possibilities hang in the air, leaving Aemond with a mix of satisfaction and longing, knowing that the next move rests in his hands.

THE NEXT FEW DAYS ARE A BLUR.

In the days that follow, Aemond finds himself on edge, eagerly anticipating her return to her cafe, yearning for another chance encounter. However, it seems that the universe is completely against him. Each time he goes to get his coffee, she is nowhere to be seen. The staff, usually chatty and eager to talk, evade his questions with vague responses.

His impatience grows with each passing day, and the absence of her presence becomes increasingly unsettling. Aemond's thoughts oscillate between the lingering memory of her asking to kiss him and the frustration of not being able to find her again.

He hears snippets of conversations about her, catching glimpses of her through the cafe window or on the street, but every time he tries to approach, she slips away like a fleeting dream. Aemond begins to question whether their shared moment under the influence of laughing gas was merely a product of her altered state of mind or his hallucinations. With how she’s avoiding him, he is quite open to thinking that he imagined it all.

As he considers the possibility of rejection, self-doubt gnaws at him. The more he reflects on their interaction, the more he convinces himself that she never meant any of those words. Was it all just the effect of the laughing gas, a whimsical fantasy that had no basis in reality?

Aemond's pining intensifies as he misses their conversations, the easy banter that once flowed effortlessly between them. He replays their time together in the dental chair, the compliments that seemed too good to be true. It leaves him wondering if he had missed a window of opportunity - if he had hesitated for too long.

One day, he spots her walking down the street from a distance. Heart pounding, he quickens his pace to catch up. Just as he's about to call out her name, however, she turns a corner and disappears from sight. Aemond is left standing on the bustling sidewalk, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face.

The next day, he decides to take matters into his own hands. As he enters the cafe, he spots her sitting alone at a table, lost in thought. The place is empty save for them both, and he is thankful for the space they’ll have. Determination replaces his hesitation as he approaches her, ready to face the music.

"Hey," he says, a mixture of nerves and hope in his voice.

She looks up, surprised and something else flickering in her eyes. Aemond takes a deep breath, pushing aside his doubts. It's time to find out if she really liked him after all.

“Haven’t seen you around lately,” he says. He doesn’t want to say too much and scare her, so he takes it light and easy, just as they’ve always been. She looks flustered in his presence, and he wonders for a moment if he is genuinely welcome. But then, she pushes her hair aside from her face and tucks it behind her ear before she offers him a nervous smile, and he knows. She may be hesitant, but she’s certainly open to talk.

"Yeah, I've been busy," she responds, her voice slightly shaky. "We’re nearing Christmas so… bigger crowds. They want to try the specials, unlike someone." Aemond chuckles and then nods, a sympathetic smile on his face. "I get it, but I’ve missed you. You always… brighten up my day."

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she glances away momentarily. Aemond notices the subtle shift in her demeanor, and a quiet confidence begins to grow within him. Maybe, just maybe, she missed their interactions as much as he did. Maybe he wasn’t wrong to assume that she liked him back after all.

“Come sit.”

She gestures to the chair opposite hers, an invitation he gladly accepts. Aemond settles into the seat, their eyes locking for a moment before she breaks the gaze, a hint of vulnerability showing through. They sit in a brief, somewhat awkward silence, both seemingly hesitant to dive into the unspoken tension that hangs in the air. Aemond decides to break the ice, "So, about the other day at the clinic..."

Her eyes widen a fraction, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity flashing across her face. "Oh, that. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I said that. It was the laughing gas, you know? I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything." Aemond leans forward, his tone gentle and reassuring, "No need to apologize. No harm done."

She looks down, her fingers playing with the rim of her coffee mug. "I made a complete fool of myself. I must have embarrassed you."

Aemond reaches across the table, placing a comforting hand over hers. "No, not at all. I promise. I'm a dentist; I've seen this many times before. You didn’t embarrass me. In fact, I was more concerned about how you were feeling afterward." She meets his gaze, and a flicker of gratitude crosses her eyes. "You're too kind, Aemond. I should have been more careful."

His thumb gently rubs circles on the back of her hand. "You have nothing to worry about. Besides, it's a funny story. We can laugh about it now, right?"

She manages a small smile, a warmth spreading through the air as their hands rest together on the table. Aemond finds himself caught in the moment, feeling victorious at having made a breakthrough after days of radio silence.

He’s missed her smile, and it warms him up entirely now that it’s back. "Thank you for being so understanding," she says, her eyes meeting his gaze once more. "I thought you wouldn’t want to see me after all I said.” Aemond smirks, “Seven Hells! If anything, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I missed you."

A genuine smile graces her lips. "Really? I thought you'd find me ridiculous."

He squeezes her hand lightly, "Not in the slightest.” She glances at their entwined hands, a softness in her gaze. "I've been avoiding you, haven't I? I’m sorry about that. I just didn't have it in me to face you just yet."

Aemond chuckles, "Well, things got a bit weird, but not in a bad way. I promise. And if I may be honest, I've been going crazy trying to find you. I was worried you might be upset about what happened."

She bites her lip, "I was upset, but not at you. Just at myself. I let things get out of hand."

“Well. Suppose we’re good now?”

“I’d like that very much.” Her gaze softens, and she finally exhales, as if releasing a weight she'd been carrying. Aemond can't help but feel a surge of contentment. As they continue to talk and laugh, the world around them fades into the background. Despite the initial awkwardness, they are rediscovering the easy bond they share, and they are both grateful. And yet, the persistent question of their feelings for each other continues to rack his brain.

She offers to make him his ridiculously sweet coffee, and everything falls back into place as he shifts to his chair by the counter. She’s humming along the tunes as he watches her, calm and in her element as she reaches for the mug that he likes. She’s never looked prettier to him than when she’s comfortable and doing what she loves.

He could ask her out now, he knows. She made her feelings clear that day at the clinic, even though they never addressed it now. He knows now in his heart that if he were to ask, she’d say yes.

She brings him his coffee, and the chill of the snow makes him drink it as fast as he can, mug warming his hands comfortably. She joins him with her own mug, and when they’re both done with their hot drinks, they sit in a comfortable silence.

The tempo slows, mirroring the gentle descent of snowflakes outside, and he extends his hand towards her. He’s not so good with his words, but the sincerity in his gaze conveys a silent invitation that he hopes she would accept. She meets his touch, a subtle flush warming her cheeks, and with a questioning lift of her eyebrow, she accepts his offered hand, intrigued.

They sway to the slow rhythm of Snowfall Serenade, yet another Sara Snow Christmas hit - the world outside fading into the background as they create their own little world. The cafe's ambient lights cast a soft glow, and the music brings warmth and comfort to the pair that’s been a long time coming. He leads their slow dance with a touch of uncertainty, but with every step, they grow in confidence.

With their bodies so close that neither knows where one ends and the other begins, he finds that he quite likes having her with him, like this. With simply each other and no one else. It’s taken them so many shy encounters and quiet smiles to get here, but neither of them would do it any differently. She takes his breath away as her hands lock around his neck, coming into contact with his spun silver hair. The gooseflesh that arises in the wake of her touch only empower him further, but before he can let the words tumble out of his mouth, she beats him to it.

“I meant every word, you know.” she says, the words confusing Aemond and breaking his reverie. He raises his eyebrows wordlessly as she smiles, before letting her face fall in embarrassment. He is quick to lift her face up by her jaw as they continue to carelessly move around, making her face him.

“About you. Your eyes, your nose …” Now it’s his turn to bashfully turn away, but she holds him in place. She looks at his lips eagerly and smiles softly. The next words are a murmur, holding the weight of the time and effort it took to get them here, finally.

“You should kiss me.” The same words she’d uttered the other day - only this time, they’re both very much in the moment, and light from the happiness of it all.

His hands move to untie her hair and he smiles in amusement as she leans in. He catches her lips in his as his hands curl into her hair at the back of her head, and neither of them have ever been happier.

When they part, she rests her head under his jaw and into his neck as she leans on him, and Aemond continues to move them around. He looks around the place as he registers the holiday decor and the snow outside. Happy couples, families, and friends are milling about outside as they prepare for Christmas, and the song continues as he holds her and moves - utterly precious, and his.

He bends down for a fraction of a second, and the scrunchie that he’d taken off her hair comes into view in his hold. He notices the little mistletoes printed on it, and he smirks.

He's never been much of a holiday man. But perhaps a bit of the holiday cheer is all the push they needed to finally make this happen.

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The Midnight Relief - Part 4 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW

Summary: Your relationship with Prince Aemond has changed, so much that you tend to forget not only who you are but who he truly is.

Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Breeding kink, Dubious Consent, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Angst and Fluff.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. I have been very busy with work lately so I couldn’t find time to focus on writing this story. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter nevertheless. Next chapter will probably be the last one. Tell me how you imagine the end of this fan fiction. And please do not hesitate to like or reblog this chapter (it is the best reward for any writer)

         Your eyes opened slowly at dawn, woken up by the first rays that shone through the large lancet windows. They did not dazzle you – they were too orange and dim for that - but you blinked a few times with a smile upon your face, not because of the light but to make sure the blurry pale silhouette that was slowly taking shape before your sleepy and lidded eyes would not disappear as quick as dew in the morning sun. Aemond looked so peaceful when he was asleep. It was as if the ferocious aura he carried within him all day long disappeared during the night to allow him a short moment of serenity. Seeing him like this was surprising and unexpected. You always thought he would be the kind of man to sleep with a frown and with his fists clenched … and possibly a dagger underneath his pillow.       You chuckled silently at this idea, finding it more amusing than formidable and you wrapped your naked body in the soft sheet with a happy grin on your face to enjoy the view and the comfort of Aemond’s bed a little longer. You had never slept in a bed like this one. All you knew were poor thin mattresses on the floor and scratchy patched blankets that couldn’t keep you warm at night. But you definitely could get used it: the mattress as soft as a pile of delicate feathers, the fine cotton sheets so pleasant to the skin and the naked handsome prince sleeping by your side. They could almost make you believe you belonged here and not in a humid crowded dorm. If only the whole world was just this bed. Life would be so much easier.

You didn’t know how long you gazed at Aemond, your fingertips connecting the few moles on his milky chest by tracing invisible lines like an astronomer would draw constellations, but when you began to hear the growing hubbub in the corridors outside the prince’s room, you thought it might be time for you to leave your waking dream.         You instinctively pecked Aemond’s shoulder and reluctantly abandoned the warm sheets to get out of the bed and go back to your harsh reality. But before you could put a toe on the stone floor, a sleepy raspy voice stopped you.     “May I ask where you’re going? I did not dismiss you and I certainly did not order you to stop what you were doing.”       You glanced briefly over your shoulder and beamed away from Aemond’s sight, amused by the domesticity that warmed your heart.   

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Synopsis: Time flies by quickly, tensions rise in the court of King Viserys the second, his wife and daughter take opposing sides. (y/n) finds herself in the middle of the conflicts, as her marriage might change the tides of history.

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It has been three years since the lady (y/n) Martell has arrived in King’s Landing. Numerous letters have been shared between her father, step mother and her younger brother Quentyn. She described what life was like in the court of king Viserys and the queen Alicent.

In turn her father spoke of the life in Dorne, the birth of his son Mallor, the seventh sibling of the princess. Her father often spoke of marriage as it was one way of securing the family line and gain allies to the house Martell as well as keep yn safe in a foreign land.

The noble lady was approaching her tenth and fourth day of birth, the Queen and the sick king have decided to throw a celebration in the name of yn Martell.

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You knew what it meant to be a lady of such noble birth, half Dornish half Targaryen. Your own mother was betrothed to your father around the same age as you are now, and soon after the ceremony, she was with child.

The princess Rhaenyra took a liking to you, inviting you to join her strolls through the gardens, any meals that she ate with her sons as her husband the lord Laenor was somehow occupied. The dragon princess treated you like her own daughter that she never had. You studied with her sons as well as the children of queen Alicent, sharing more lessons with her daughter as most of the lessons were for men, not women. That was something you never experienced in Dorne, you studied the same subjects as your brother. You learned science, arithmetics, history, art and swordsmanship, but here in Kings landing it was different. You were not allowed to do certain things as a woman, or were frowned upon if you have done something unladylike. Loudly laughing, running, sharing your opinions on multiple topics but especially politics as that was the field for men, women were supposed to be dutiful wives and mothers. Nothing more than an objects which’s only job was to squeeze out heirs, tend to her husbands urges and repeat.

Things were not the same in your homeland, your step mother was a woman of science, your siblings raised the same way, not divided by gender.

Her grace Queen Alicent also treated you with fondness, as you were the best friend of her only daughter Haelena. Talking of the many insects that the princess took interest in, as well as embroidering together and going on walks in the gardens of the keep.

You were present during the birth of the twins Jahaerys and Jahaera, holding Helaena’s hand during her labours, as prince Aegon was occupied with a goblet in his hand. You were fond of the little children, and took care of them along with their mother.

Helaena was a sweet girl, completely different from her brothers, Aegon the drunk who almost always was in some brothel in flea bottom, and Aemond a rather quiet, cunning and talented swordsman, he was made fun of by his own brother and his nephews for lacking a dragon. You didn’t support their antics, it was rude and childish. So Aemond found some comfort in you, he would spend time with you in the library, talking of history and art, going on rides on horseback through the forests of kings landing, the activities and interests you shared were endless. He didn’t treat you as a frail object, nor did he dismiss your interests in science and the arts, he actually encouraged them. Studying together and exchanging theories was something you often found yourself doing with Aemond.

“My lady?” Your maid’s voice interrupted your scribbling on the gentle paper of the letter to your father.

“Yes, Talana?” You answered, putting down your quill and glancing at the woman.

“His highness the King has requested your presence” She spoke quietly, playing with the hem of her burgundy dress.

“Really?” You muttered, it wasn’t often you spent time with the King as his health was worsening by the day. But you enjoyed the talks you had with his grace, he spoke fondly of your mother and grandmother. Viserys found comfort in your presence, you worked with him on the Valyrian sculpture, and talked of the great civilization, but that was the only topic you were allowed to talk about with his grace. He was not interested in your other thoughts, dismissed your talk of the current political situation in the country, as well as conversation about his later children.

“Talana could you help me change?” You asked the servant girl and she nodded. She brought a black and emerald green dress, and helped you in it, she braided your hair in an updo adorned with a hairpin that held many onyx gemstones.

The Kingsguard escorted you to the kings solar, the heavy doors were opened by the guards stationed outside. You thanked the two men and gracefully stepped inside, you noticed that the King was sat in front of the crackling fire that warmed the stone quarters.

“Your grace?” You spoke gently moving next to the king, you held his hand as he jolted awake. Probably falling asleep waiting for you.

“Ah, my sweet (y/n)” He spoke breathlessly, you smiled in return and took a seat next to the king.

“You have asked to see me your grace.”

Viserys looked your way, his thinning hair, lack of arm and a tired look on his face made him seem as if he was on the verge of death, but you knew better as the King’s health was deteriorating for over ten years, but he still kept fighting. His disease was greatly hidden by the small council, but any fanatic of legends could match the symptoms of the ailing king to the curse of the iron throne.

“As you know your fourth and tenth celebration is coming, which makes you a woman now. Gael was your age when she wed Morion, a grand celebration it was. Grandmother was sad to see her only living daughter being wed and shipped to the south, but she knew it was for the best. An alliance with Dorne was desperately needed, and Gael sealed that treaty giving birth to you.” He spoke fondly of his cousin and you knew where this talk was going, you were to be wed.

“What a fine woman she was, kind, beautiful, compassionate, a bit naive but that made her even more endearing.” Viserys smiled at the memory of his cousin. “Now (y/n) it is your duty to continue to strengthen the house of the dragon.”

You nodded at his words caressing his hand gently. He coughed slightly, you jumped towards a goblet of wine to help him ease his throat. He gratefully took the drink and gulped it down.

“You will make a fine wife (y/n).” He mumbled when he stopped coughing. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the words of the king.

“Thank you, your grace. I just hope to share my life with a decent man.” You mumbled quietly suppressing your displeasure of the way you were perceived.

“Rhaenyra and I have been thinking of a possible match for you.” You smiled at the mention of her highness, this meant that your match wouldn’t be half bad, and you wouldn’t be shipped of to gods knows where.

“We think that Jace would make a fine husband.” He mumbled. “But the Queen proposed to wed you to Aemond.

You stayed silent, the thought of marrying either of them didn’t bring you any emotions, you cared for both of them. They were your good friends, but any fool could see that this was a power play. If you married Jacaerys you were a supporter of Rhaenyra as heir to the throne, and if you married Aemond you would stand being Aegon as king. That was not something you would like to see happen, Rhaenyra would be a much better monarch, but kings landing was the Queens domain, and you had to play right to not be shunned or worse. This was a game of life, death and the throne.

“Your children either with Jace or Aemond would become dragon riders, and serve loyally to Rhaenyra once she becomes queen.” He smiled at the thought of his beloved child.

What he missed to mention was if you married Jace, you would become queen once Rhaenyra has passed. Of course that would only happen if Jace would outlive his mother, and be crowned King, but you knew the realm would not stand for that and certainly the hand of the king lord Otto would oppose. The Hightowers and the Queens loyalists spread rumors that Rhaenyra’s sons were illegitimate, sired by the commander of the city watch ser Harwin of house Strong.

“I am honored that you think I’m worthy of marrying their highnesses.” You murmured to the sickly King, a fit of coughing interrupting his speech. “I should call a maester.” You announced standing up and walking back to the guards, your dress swaying behind you elegantly. That put your conversation of marriage to an end, your engagement is a state matter, and will be treated as such, meaning that a meeting of the small council will decide your fate. Men you do not know will decide your marriage, your fate for the “good” of the realm.

You wanted to scoff at that prospect, some puny lords shall decide whom to wed you to, not even your father has been alerted of the news. As his opinion did not matter much when the king was involved, his decision was the final one. But perhaps the King would not want to start war with the south over the mistreatment of the princes eldest daughter.

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This was new information, you were to be married off. Either to Jacaerys, opposing the Queen and ignoring the rumors of illegitimacy. They did not know that the blood of the dragon ran thick, princess Rhaenys, the queen who never was had Baratheon blood, she had dark thick curls from her mother. That could easily explain the chestnut hair that Rhaenyra’s sons possessed.

And then again there was Aemond, betraying the Heirs trust. He was only the second son of King Viserys and his second wife Alicent Hightower, rather thin and half the size of his brother at birth but nonetheless ferocious. Bold, willful and hot tempered just like a true dragon. But that was his downfall a lack of steed that his brother and nephews possessed. He was bitter about the lack of a dragon, and the rage and humiliation bubbled inside him until one day it will explode.

The rift between the blacks and the greens were worsening by the day. Queen Alicent and princess Rhaenyra once best of friends, now enemies that could not stand each other. The King did not do much to fix the tensions rising in his court, more possible was the fact that he was oblivious to any happenings in kings landing.

The only reason that the princess Rhaenyra stayed at court was the Kings health, she knew that her father was weak and on the verge of death. When the King dies, the power rested in the person quicker to crown the new ruler. That could not be done if the crowned heir was hundreds of leagues away on dragon stone.

You understood politics and were rather clever, so the succession crisis was no strange matter to you. Even with your knowledge you were not sure of what to do. Turning to a trusted person such as your father for advice was the only thing on your mind at the moment. Maybe your father would have a wise word to say as to who would make a finer husband and a better ally.

“My lady Martell”

The voice of the prince Aegon, echoed through the stone hallway of the red keep. You stopped dead in your tracks and took a deep breath preparing for a unpleasant conversation with your cousin.

“My prince” You answered and turned around gently and curtsied before facing the white haired man. He was slightly slurring his words, probably to over indulgence in wine or other alcoholic beverage. He was often that way, drunk or suffering from morning fog, it depended on the hour of the day.

“You are growing more beautiful by the day” He murmured walking over to you with a slight limp, he draped one of his hands on the small of your back. “Tis a shame that my lowly dragon less brother will be the one to steal your virtue.”

You swallowed thickly at the sentence that left his lips, probably the Queen told him of her plan for you, to marry her favorite son. You knew of the lack of fondness between the brothers, the difference of personalities as well as their contrasting opinions have made it impossible for them to have a good relationship.

“Has her Grace told you so?” You answered with a bit of a bite in your tone, but not enough to startle the prince or insinuate any ill motives.

“Ah mother, she barely tells me anything.” Aegon murmured sadly “No, one of the maids that serve her told me over a passionate evening.”

You clenched your teeth at the mention of the mistreatment that the prince has put countless women through.

“Is that so? His grace my uncle proposed that I either marry your brother, or your nephew.” You answered smugly, taking Aegon by his arm.

“That bastard?” He sounded almost shocked. “Pardon my language my lady but Jace is no more than a son of a lowly knight, he is not fit as your husband.”

“You should watch what you say my prince, what you’re saying is treason. His highness Jacaerys is the son of the princess Rhaenyra and lord Laenor.” You said, your voice hard. Bastard or not he was the son of Rhaenyra, a dragon.

“Oh you don’t have to be so uptight with me princess, we both know he’s a bastard.” He mused, you stayed silent at that comment, preferring to hear what the prince has to say.

You have known Jacaerys for a long time now, he was just and bold as well as caring and protective of his family. He may have not been fathered by ser Laenor, but his mother was still Rhaenyra. The heir to the iron throne, Jace was the next in line of succession.

The brown haired teen was a great friend to you, you spent time together, learning, playing, dancing. So hearing Aegon insult his name did not sit right with you.

Aegon walked you to your room, not exchanging much words between. He was rather monologuing, not saying anything important or of value, rather talking of his daily life, like a diary. You curtsied gently to the prince, as was the custom, once he walked you to your chambers.

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✧My precious boy✧

{Your son is an ugly reminder of the boy Aemond used to be}

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Aenys wasn’t like his brothers, he was more reserved preferring to sit by himself in the library reading about dragons and old Valyria, the boy was only seven yet he knew more about the histories of Westeros then than his siblings.

He had an impeccable talent with the brush, painting beautiful pictures of whatever was on his mind, he often spoke through them more than actual words you found.

Aenys however was dragon-less and often missed out on sword practice much to Aemond’s dismay, “He is seven and has yet even tried to acquaint himself with a dragon let alone even visited the dragon pit” your husband sighs in frustration his arms wrap around your waist bringing your back into his chest.

He stands behind you in contemplation taking in the warmth of your soft body, eye patch discarded somewhere within the room, “Perhaps you should talk to him” you smile taking one of his hands and pressing a meaningful kiss to his knuckles before he moves away from your warmth.

The horrible truth is that Aemond doesn’t know how to talk to Aenys, his youngest son, he doesn’t know to stop seeing his own reflection deep within his child how to stop the burning hate that seems the spread across his skin whenever he looks Aenys in the eyes, the remainder of himself almost taunts Aemond in ways he couldn’t describe, and he hates himself for it.

A horrifying reminder of all Aemond used to be, a fragile, scared little boy who was in desperate need of a gentle loving mother, clinging to her side whenever he felt less than others, and a father that he needed who could show him right from wrong teach him how to be strong so he needn’t clutch at his mother’s dress.

He hates the guilt that drowns his heart whenever he looks at his youngest son, how he wishes he didn’t feel such anguish towards his boy.

He doesn’t reply to your suggestion instead he hums quietly, “Mother!— Mother!” You smile at Aenys who comes running around the corner with a very tired knight following behind him, “Look! I painted this for grandsire” he beams with a huge smile splayed across his face small specs of paint staining his hands and cheeks.

He shows you a beautiful painting of Balerion flying amongst clouds during sunrise, “Oh my precious boy, this is wonderful” a sense of pride blooms in your chest as you look down at your son holding his artwork, “I’m sure Viserys would love this my dear” you smile pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You glance back at Aemond who isn’t even looking, “My dear isn’t this amazing?” You tug on Aemond’s sleeve trying to catch his attention but you get nothing just a simple ‘hmm’ before he walks away leaving your son with a disappointed smile.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure your father is very impressed” you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “Let’s go take this to Viserys, Hmm?” You suggest as Aenys nods his head enthusiastically, you take his small hand in yours leading him to the king's bed-chambers.

“Aemond, would it kill you to at least try and talk to him? He is your son— he is your blood” you beg, the hour is late and you’re tired but you can’t let another day go by where Aenys is met with isolating silence from his own father, “Please Aemond” it’s a final desperate plea, looking at him as you thread your fingers through his soft hair.

He looks at you with a concern painted over his sharp face moving from your gentle touch, “My sons will learn how to wield sword and shield, my sons will ride dragons, they will become warriors”

Frustration creeps up on you lighting your skin on fire.

“Aenys is no son of mine” it’s a painful thing to say, and the words catch in Aemond’s throat leaving a horrid taste in his mouth.

You look at him with disgust in your eyes and it sends a cold shiver through Aemond's lean body, “How dare you.” You whisper through gritted teeth your nails digging crescent shapes into your palm, “He looks up to you Aemond, it would break his heart to hear you speak like this— talk to your son” you sigh in frustration and there’s an uncomfortable feeling that wedges itself between you and your husband.

“TELL ME HOW!” He screams desperation straining his voice as his eye well up with tears that carry a mean mixture of guilt and anger, “Tell me how— how can I talk to him without feeling hate coursing through my body” his voice trembles, and you’re left in shock.

“And what exactly do you mean by that Aemond?— I would be very careful with your next words if I were you” he looks at you hurt very evident on his face.

Aemond sighs heavily sitting by you on the bed you move away from him slightly, “When I look at him all I see is myself— I am reminded of the things they used to say about me, their laughter mocking me-“ he trails off hands running through his hair, “- I can not stop seeing myself within all, all the terrible memories” he doesn’t make eye contact with you far to scared of your reaction.

“Aemond, you fool— of course, you will see yourself in him, he is your son” you shift closer to him, “Aenys thinks that you hate him for no good reason, and you need to fix that Aemond because I will not stand by and watch anyone, especially his own father treat him with anything other than kindness and respect” You kiss his cheek before standing from the bed.

Aemond looks up at you with curiosity, “There is more to bond over your son with than swords and strength, talk to him about old Valyria, teach him high Valyrian take him to see the dragons, you have more in common than you allow yourself to believe. Talk to your son Aemond, do not take after your father" And with that, you walk out of the room leaving your husband confused and hurt with much to think about.

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☾⋆AN// another piece I found in the depths of my notes app that I’m currently trying to clean up, anyway I hope you enjoyed it!! <3

Requests are open btw! <3

My precious boy

{Aemond learns to love his son the hard way}

You can read part 1 here!💕

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They say you don’t truly love something until it’s gone, until the thought of never seeing them again is suddenly a possibility, Aemond woke up to an empty bed, and his heart dropped when you came bursting into your shared bedchambers.

The first thing he noticed was the tears that poured from your pained eyes, how shaken you were, and his mind spiralled with horrid thoughts as he immediately made his way towards you, taking your shaky body in his arms.

“What is it?— my love what happened?” He asks, as you gasp through sobs, you couldn’t speak, the words catching in your throat.

You shook your head frantically, hands grasping at your chest as you heave, “Aenys- my boy” you choke, a blocky feeling stifling your breaths as your trembling hands grasp at Aemonds shoulders.

His chest tightens at your broken sentence, and he wants to scream and demand answers but he sees the fear that swims within your eyes, so he takes a deep breath, “What happened?” He asks, his thumb wiping away your stray tears.

“He— he’s gone! He’s gone! I can’t find him Aemond— I can’t find him” You feel your knees buck underneath the weight of the situation, as your hands grasp around his arms trying to stabilise yourself.

He looks around at the room full of guards as he guides you to your shared bed, sitting you down before demanding they prepare for a search, he tells them no one is to eat unless his Son is found and they’re quick to leave the room, each one of them getting ready to look for the missing prince.

The sun is barely rising and already the entirety of the castle is awake, most were woken by your gut-wrenching screams and they’re quick to rush to see what the problem is.

“I will find him. If I have to burn Westeros to the ground I will find him” he tells you, although you can’t really comprehend his words, your mind fuzzy with panic, he can see the despair that hangs around you and it makes him feel hopeless.

Alicent walks into your bedchambers a hand against her chest, news travels fast in the castle, and by the look in her eyes you could tell she already knows what has happened, “My dear, we will find him” she says, hand on yours as you nod weakly.

She watches as her son frantically paces the expanse of the room, taking his sword with his brows knitted together in anger, Alicent walks over to him with a delicate hand on his shoulder, “Aemond, she needs you- stay with her” she says, and he can’t bare to look at your distressed eyes the fear that contorts your face, it hurts him too much.

“I can’t mother- she—“ he trails off, they both look over at you as you rock yourself gently, “I’m going to find him,” he says, with so much determination it leaves little room to doubt his words.

Hours upon hours have passed since this morning, and you haven’t eaten, the thought of it makes you feel queasy and your tears have subsided far too exhausted to bring yourself to cry anymore.

You walk around Aenys’ room, as you look at all of his paintings and books, and your heart shatters at the thought of never seeing him again, you’re so wrapped up with your own thoughts you don’t see your husband walk into the room.

It’s quiet in the room, a lot quieter than you’re used to, you look over at Aemond and you can see the tears that well up in his eye, “Have you eaten?” He asks, voice quiet and broken, he frowns as you shake your head with a small ‘no’, the sun is beginning to set.

“I can’t Aemond— I can’t- Please find my son” you sigh, gently holding one of his paintings, it’s of you and him, and you feel like you can’t breathe, Aemond looks down at the artwork, it’s breathtaking, and he can’t quite believe his boy, of seven, made that.

An overwhelming feeling of regret crashes against him, and he bends down to level with where you’re sitting, “I’m going to find him, my love, I promise you— I will find our son” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your hand reaches for his,

“He’s just a boy Aemond, he's so small he can’t protect himself— what if-“ He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, he can't even bare the thought.

“-Don’t, he’s smart,” he says, and your eyes look at his watching as he stands up, “Everyone is looking, my love and we won’t stop until he is found” he promises and you watch as he leaves the room with a solemn heart.

You spend the rest of the day beside Alicent as she tries her best to comfort you, her hand soothing your back as you both wait and wait for any news, the sun has set as you lose hope, and your mind hasn’t stopped reeling with horrifying thoughts.

Alicent asks for some food to be delivered to the room and you’re about to reject the offer yet again but Aemond comes rushing into the room, demanding for Maesters with Aenys in his arms, and you choke at the sight, gasping as you scramble to sit by your sons side as Aemond lays him on your bed.

“What happened?— Where was he? Is he going to be okay?” You panic watching as the Maesters quickly get to work.

“He was in the Dragon pit” Aemond sighs, catching his breath as he sits down beside you, his hand holding Aenys’ small one, as your fingers brush through his hair, you lean to press a kiss to his forehead focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest, and you cling onto the small amount of hope you have.

The moon hangs high casting its ominous light upon your shared bedchambers, and you watch Aemond light candles around the room as you still sit next to your youngest son.

“Rhaegar, pass me the cloth please my dear,” you ask watching as your oldest son of ten, as he wrings the cold water from the washcloth before handing it to you and you thank him softly before placing it on Aenys’ forehead.

“Will he be okay, Mother?” He whispers, looking down at his brother with saddened eyes and the sight makes Aemonds’ throat close up.

He walks over to you, looking down at his youngest son, “Yes, of course, he will, the blood of the dragon runs within him” he says, looking over at your exhausted face and it pains him deeply to see.

You nod with agreement, “He will be fine” you say, squeezing your husband's hand gently. He looks up at you with a gentle smile.

“Brella, get Rhaegar ready for bed and make sure he has eaten,” Aemond says, watching as the Maesters walk back into the room, and she nods curtly guiding him out the room after you kiss his cheek wishing him goodnight.

“Hold this under his nose, it should wake him,” Maester Orwyle says, gently handing you a small cup of crushed herbs the scent itches at the back of your throat, a second goes by and you watch, worry etched into your face, as your son stirs from his sleep, rubbing at his eyes.

And you sigh in relief as his eyes flutter open, gasping as you take your son in your arms crying with joy as you rock him gently, “Aenys, my precious boy, oh— my sweet sweet boy” you gasp, you pull away hands clasping either side of his face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask, studying his face, and he nods, mumbling about how his head is hurting just a little.

Aemond tells Maester Orwyle and he’s quick to prepare some tea. Your husband shuffles to sit next to you bringing you both into his arms, his head resting against Aenys’ and he’s never felt so thankful in his life, his boy is okay.

Aemond smiles as his son snuggles closer to you both, his tiny arms trying their best to wrap around you both, and you laugh at his attempt.

You pull away slightly, “I’ll get you some tea for your head,” you say smoothing down his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You thank the Maesters' watching as they take their leave before walking over to the table and preparing the herbs for the tea, you feel Aemonds arms wrap around your waist as you turn to face him.

“Here let me do this, my love, you go eat something,” he says quietly, he can tell how tired you are, how exhaustion lingers in your eyes, and the last thing he wants is you burning yourself.

You nod, your thumb grazing over his cheek, “Thank you Aemond, thank you so much” you whisper leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, and you both go quiet. You hear small giggles as you look over back at the bed, and you both smile at the sight of your son, book in lap as he reads away.

Aemond smiles at the familiar cover, it’s one of his personal favourites, and he comes to slowly realise that perhaps there is more to bond over his son with and he makes a silent vow to you and Aenys to do better by you both.

That night the castle rested calmly knowing the missing prince was found, and you and Aemond both slept very happily with your son between you both, snuggled and safe.

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SERVE ME — House of the dragon

PAIRINGS: Aemond Targaryen x maid!reader

SUMMARY: you’re aemond’s favorite maid, his favorite maid gets special treatment if she does right by him.

WARNINGS: afab reader. sexual content. secret relationship. unprotected sex (he pulls out bc he don’t want no bastards). spanking. choking kink. hair pulling. minor subspace. pain kink. power imbalance kink?

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

The flickering and cracks of the fire burning was the only sound that filled the room as you walked in. Aemond was sat in the chair closest to the fire. He gazed into the burning flame, his attention locked on the movement of the fire.

"My prince." You bowed down to him, even though his eyes were drawn away from you. You had set down the tray of wine you were holding down onto the table next to him, grabbing a glass and pouring him some wine.

“No need for formalities, sweet girl. We’re all alone.” He said as he took the cup from your grasp, sipping on the dark color liquid.

You smiled as you stepped behind his chair and laid your soft hands on his broad shoulders. The leather made your warm hands rather cold, which you didn’t mind much.

Your fingers began working into his tight and tense muscles, massaging out any knots he held. You could feel him ease at your touch, “tell me what you need, my love.” You said. He continued to sip on his wine, before putting it down on the table.

“Come here.” He flicked his fingers in a commanding manner. You take your hands back from his shoulders, moving around the chair to stand in front of him.

You watch as he takes in your form. Your servant outfit barely did you any justice and your hair was tied back in a ribbon.

“Take off your clothes.” He said nonchalantly. Your face dropped in confusion, “what?” You asked, nervously playing with your fingers behind you.

“You heard me, Gevie riña. Take your clothes off, and serve me.” He demanded as he took his cup back in his hold to take another sip of the liquid, his eye never leaving yours as he did so. (Beautiful girl.)

You gulped, your fingers reached up your back and pulled onto the tie of the apron, letting the bow fall and you pulled it off all together. You began to unbutton the dress. Your skin grew hotter as you revealed your skin to your lover.

The dress fell from your body, leaving you only in your small clothes. You stripped yourself naked and your bareness was revealed to him. You slowly pulled onto the ribbon the held your hair, letting it cascade down your back.

A sly smirk was plastered on the prince’s face as he let his eyes rake down your body. His gaze made you burn up in arousal, the sight of his trousers growing tight only made it worse.

“Now, undress me.” He said as he stood, towering over you.

Your hands shook as you unbutton his tunic. You peeled the leather off of his torso, feeling the warm skin underneath as you caressed his bare chest and let the tunic fall to the ground.

Your fingers dance down to the waistband of his trousers, you pull him impossibly close to you so your chest pressed against his.

“May I kiss you, my prince?” You asked, making him smile. “You may,” he said as he dipped down to your level. You pressed your soft lips against his, becoming one with him. As your lips move against each other, your hands pull at his belt, flinging it off of his body and onto the stone floor.

“Naughty girl..” Aemond groaned into your mouth.

Aemond sighed, pulling himself away from you and sitting back down in his chair and spreading his legs in an attractive way.

“Take out my cock.” He commanded.

You kneeled before him, you knew your knees would be sore the next day from the rough stone floor. You dip your hand into his trousers and pull out his hard cock.

Aemond was big. He was bigger than any man you’ve ever seen, and being a maid, you’ve seen a lot.

You could see the pre cum drip down the side of his thick cock as you stared at his length. The sight of him made you drool and fantasize about all the things you’ve done together in secret and behind closed doors.

Before your thoughts had even processed, your mouth was on him. You were licking and sucking at the tip of his cock, taking whatever he would give you.

Your mouth moved up and down on him, you took him until he hit your throat and stroked the rest you couldn’t fit down your throat. You felt his hand run through the strands of your hair and rested it down on your head to guide you down further on his cock.

You peaked up at the sound of him quietly groaning. Aemond was never a loud man, in public or in bed. So, the little sounds he did make, you cherished.

“Just like that.” He growled, almost bucking his hips into your face. You felt his cock throb in your mouth, he pulled your head off of him and took your jaw into his grasp, making you look him in the eye.

“You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” He asked. You nodded your head eagerly, “so happy to please your prince, sweet girl.” He smiled at your obedience.

He pulled you up from the floor and into his lap. Your back rested against his front as he fixed your legs on either side of his thighs, your ass hovering over his cock.

Suddenly, you feel the tip of his cock run through your slit. You gasp at the feeling of him entering you, the stretch never letting up even after every time you take him.

“You take me so well..” he groaned.

“Please- move, my prince..”

He began to move his hips, thrusting himself into your dripping cunt. The way his hips snap into your ass, making the flesh jiggle have his eyes glued to your bottom.

With on hand on your hip, his fingers dig into your hair and pull it into a ponytail. He grips it as he is riding at horse and you are the reins.

The pain from him pulling at your hair and his cock pistoning out of you made your head foggy, all you could do was feel.

The pleasure was so overwhelming. Your skin was scalding hot and your mind was somewhere in the clouds, no where to be found. Not one thought in your head.

“Such a sweet cunt..” he cooed.

“Aemond-“

He cut you off with a smack to your ass. The hit made you flinch in his hold. “Quiet.” He commanded.

You bit your lip to keep the sounds within. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. Your only motive was to serve your lover.

“What an obedient girl,”

The lewd sounds of his hips slamming into your and his low groans were music to your ears. Your peak was close to come, the burning arousal in your belly kept your legs from giving out.

His cock began to throb inside your tight walls. You were so close to the edge, it felt as if you were going to explode.

“Close!” You managed to shout out.

His low laugh only made you closer. With his hand gripping your hair, his cock moving in and out of you, the blistering hot arousal bursted within you. You had never felt anything as intense in your life.

He quickly pulled out and began fucking his own fist against your back as he removed his hand from your hair to hold your waist. His warm cum painted itself onto your skin, you looked back to see him looking as ethereal as ever.

His white hair splayed out, his toned torso glistening with sweat, and his lips apart as he panted.

He used a napkin from the tray you brought him to clean your back. You sat yourself against his back and pulled him into a soft kiss.

“You did so well, sweet girl.”

“Only the best for you, my prince.”