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“Be Quiet.” // DILF!Aemond Targaryen x Babysitter!Reader // PART ONE.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS! (+200 now) so here is the awaited fic, celebrating a milestone <3 based on this poll, dilf aemond won at the end haha 💞

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WARNINGS: unprotected p in v sex, dubcon(?), oral (both f and m.), blowjob, cum eating, cum play(?), breeding kink, multiple orgasms, age gap (9ish years), DILF aemond, single father aemond, power imbalance(?), throat fucking, cunnilingus, lots and lots of kissing, + not proofread

WC: 7.1k (yeah...)

« part two // 🎄 special »

Getting fired from your job while trying to pay rent and gathering tuition fees isn't exactly ideal, you wanted to pursue a bachelor's degree after high school, but you didn't have enough money, coming from a family that was barely held by, nor were you eligible to apply for student because there were legal issues.

You moved out of your parents not wanting to financially burden them anymore, renting a decent apartment with just enough space for you to call it a 'home' you've been working for the past 2 years, a decent paying job but it was enough to get by and save up on the fees too, everything seemed to be going perfect until you suddenly got fired and your landlord decided to increase the rent.

You knew you'd have to cut into your savings to pay rent now, but you didn't want that, you halfway there to your goal, you were expected to get promoted and get higher pay, you calculated it, that it would only take one more year for you get enough amount to pay for the first few sems, and then maybe you'll be able to apply for a student loan by then.

But fate had different plans, and here you were on your couch scrolling through multiple apps to find any type of job, extremely desperate.

And that's when you saw it.

“Babysitter needed.” you thought how perfect of a job it would be considering the degree you wanted to so badly was based in psychology, child psychology specifically, and interacting with kids will probably give you some type of experience?

You quickly clicked on it and found the contact number, and decided to call it, you bit your lips nervously hoping they'd pick up.

“Hello?” you heard a cool voice say which sent shivers down your spine.

“Hello- yes uhm, Hi! I am calling because I saw the post on the app that said you needed a babysitter for hire?” you stumble over your words and mentally facepalm yourself for it.

“Yes, indeed. Are you interested in applying?” he asks and you quickly reply with a yes.

“Do you have any prior experience?” he asks and you reply with a quick yes, you've babysat a few kids throughout your highschool era for quick cash, as a way to not rely on your parents for menial things.

“Mhm alright, I don't want to bring your hopes up by saying you got a job, I'd like to have a personal interview first, if you do not mind.” he says and you say, thanking him and he hangs up the call.

You were fucking shaking.

It felt like applying for the first job of your life all again, the nervousness, the anxiety, the everything.

Aemond had saved your phone number and sent it to his assistant, Floris, asking her to run a background check on you, and to see if you had any criminal background, he read your name on the file that got delivered to him, sipping on his coffee while he scanned through your details.

You just turned 21, recently.

‘So young’ he thought, ‘Let me guess, she's probably looking for jobs in order to afford education.’ he guessed and he was exactly on the money with that one.

He wasn't that old himself, barely 30

He inherited his father's business at just age 23, being the only one capable of handling such pressure, his elder siblings couldn't stand a chance against him, and since then, he's maintained the Targaryen name perfectly.

He remembers falling in love with a woman older than him, he was 24, she attended one of the business parties he dreaded going to, Alys rivers was her name, they dated for 2 years before deciding to pace things up and get engaged since everything was going perfect for both of them.

Until Alys got pregnant, Aemond was overjoyed when he heard that news, but he didn't know that the child would suck the life out of her.

She died giving birth to their son, and he was devastated, being heart broken by her death, however he never once blamed his child, it was their choice to birth him, and it failed miserably.

But 3 years had passed since her death and he had moved on from her death, ready to love once again, yet it was extremely hard to find someone that wasn't after his money.

He knew he couldn't just live in the misery of heartbreak, and Alys would've wanted him to move on too.

His son, Aenys, recently turned 3 too, he inherited Aemond's purple eyes and silver blonde hair, typical targ features, but he saw how the softness of his nose, sharpness of his eyes resembled his mother.

But back to you at hand, he went through all your papers deeming you fit for the interview, he called a day later telling you the address where the interview would be held, his office.

Yes, his fucking office, as if you were applying for a job at his company, he justified it by saying that you were technically his employee.

When you got out of the taxi and looked at the company in front of you, it finally clicked in your brain that your employee was none other than Aemond Targaryen, and it only made your anxiety worse.

You went to the receptionist and told her your name, and she typed it in, giving you a small smile, telling you that you were exactly on time. She called his office to tell you that you were here and led you to his office. You looked around and noticed how big this company was, a bunch of employees working in their cubicles, typing away.

“Mr. Targaryen?” she called out and you heard a small ‘come in.’ Before stepping inside and pushing the door open for you to enter, you did and she stepped outside, closing it gently behind you, leaving you alone in the room with the man.

Aemond hadn't looked up from his files until the door closed, and when he did, he felt his breath caught in his throat.

“You may sit.” he says and you nod, sitting across him on the opposite side of the table, you felt so small under his gaze, it was so intimidating but you put up with it.

He began the interview by asking questions about yourself, and all relevant things, but there was one question that caught you off guard.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks and you furrow your brows, “Excuse me?” you question, noticing how odd of a question it is.

“Don't get me wrong, the previous babysitter had one, and she used to bring him to the apartment and…” he cleared his throat and you immediately caught on to what he was implying, “Oh! No! I do not have one, and even if I did I would not do that!” you reassure him and he gives you a nod.

He was fucking lying.

But you didn't know that.

The previous babysitter was an old lady, who Aenys liked a lot, but sadly she had to leave the city.

“I hope you know that you're expected to work full time? I leave for the office at 9AM and return back at 7PM, and you'll need to be ready to work those long hours, and sometimes I might not even return till late at night if there is extra work.” he says and you nod, and before the question can leave your mouth he cuts you off.

“Do not worry, you'll be paid for those extra hours.” he confirms and you nod smiling at him.

And then came your terms, which he agreed to, he made you sign a one year contract, and you did it without hesitation.

Frankly the pay was so high you would barely need to work 6 months to reach the full amount, but you still did an extra 6 months considering how having extra money at hand doesn't hurt.

And with a handshake, he accepted you.

You were practically going to spend most of your awake time with the kid, it sounds hectic but the pay was too good to pass up on, I mean, $80 per hour? fuck yes, you'd be having around $230k by the end of the contract. Aemond was filthy rich.

It was finally your day to go to his house and you already knew it was going to be big, but you were still shocked when you arrived to the destination, it was a 20 minute drive from your house, and it was located in the richest neighbourhood to exist in the city, you felt embarrassed getting out of your taxi at an area where everyone probably had their own cars, heck, a collection of them even, but you paid the fare and the guard got up to question you, you told him and he quickly nodded before letting you inside.

It was early in the morning, you came quickly so Aemond could show you around the house and introduce you to his kid, you stood there nervously as you rang the doorbell, Aemond had checked through the security camera before the door opened, revealing the house interior.

You quickly stepped in and he closed the door behind you. You expected him to have maids and a bunch of staff, but you were surprised when you found none. No wonder he asked if you can cook, you'd probably be doing all the work here besides the cleaning.

“Aenys is in his playroom, let me take you there.” he says cooly and you follow him, taking in your surroundings.

He opens the door to the playroom and you immediately find a kid, who you assumed to be older than 2, playing with his dragon toys, making rawr sounds, and yelling the word ‘dracarys.’ you smiled at the cuteness.

Aemond cleared his throat which caught the attention of Aenys and he smiled brightly before he jumped in his arms, “Papa!” he yelled, before he turned his attention to you and looked at his father in question

“Hey aeny, do you know how the previous babysitter had to leave town?” he asks gently and Aenys nods, “And papa needs to be away for work top right? So I got you a new babysitter who will take care of you.” he points towards you, explaining and Aenys looks at you tilting his head slightly

“Hey, Aenys.” you give him a small, waving your hand, he shyly waves back before he hides his face his fathers chest, you chuckle at the cuteness.

“I'll go give her a house tour okay? And then I will visit you once again before I leave, have fun darling.” He says and puts his son down, and Aenys looks at you once again, inspecting you, observing you, you smile at him once again, and this time he gives you a shy smile.

Aemond leaves the room and you wave a quick temporary goodbye to Aenys and follow him.

“Aenys, doesn't have a mother, or at least he had to grow up without one” Aemond randomly begins and you look at him confused. “My fiancee-” he sighs before halting his footsteps, “She- she had died while giving birth to him.” you watch as he takes deep breaths, “It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now, we have a lot of time anyway, just open up to me when you are ready, sir.” you tell him and he looks at you, giving you a nod and resumes the house tour.

It was fucking big.

Just like he said, he visited his son once more before leaving for work and the entire day you spent it with Aenys, getting to know him, observing his behaviour.

You noted that he was extremely shy at first but then he eventually warmed up to you, he still had his guard up of course since you were fairly new and a stranger in his life, you introduced yourself and he did the same.

He showed you all his toy collections, which you were genuinely fascinated by, he had so many dragon figurines and remembered each one by their name, his favourite was vhagar.

“It waass papa's once, when he was jus like mee.” he babbled cutely, the way he pronounced the words were so cute too, you swear you could die at it.

“Vhagar belonged to your papa?” you felt awkward saying the word papa, but you knew you had to considering that it was the term Aenys was used to, he nodded, smiling.

“Yesh! He gwave it to meh.” he says and you smile.

Aenys had quite a developed vocabulary for his age, though he pronunciation was a bit off, but you knew it would improve with time.

And just like that, you and Aenys grew close, he was always cheery to see you, you cooked and looked after him, feeding him vegetables in a way he would enjoy, and Aemond was surprised when he found out, considering Aenys refused to eat vegetables.

You put Aenys to sleep one day, singing him a lullaby and caressing his hair as he fell asleep in his bed, he watched you with big doe eyes, which were slowly beginning to get droopy as sleep overcame him. He closed his eyes and his brows were relaxed. You sat there for a while, watching him sleep, and you look at the time, 8PM, Aemond was running late, but you didn't mind, by the time he usually fell asleep, Aemond would've been there, listening to you sing to his son and when he finally fell asleep, you would leave, politely saying goodbye to Aemond, but this time you had stayed, since Aemond was late.

You noticed how Aenys eyebrows furrowed before you saw tears coat his eyelashes

“Mam… mama… I want mama...” he mumbled in his sleep and you swear you felt your heart wrench at that, then you heard small sniffles.

He was crying in his sleep.

Is this what usually happens after you leave? You felt extremely sad, you remember how Aemond had told you that Aenys grew up without a mother, how she had died during childbirth. You never really thought about it much but you realised how tough it must've been for Aenys, then suddenly you remembered all the times you played together or watched cartoons, how he would say the word "mother" longingly when he was referring to a mom dragon, or how he stared in a daze when a cartoon showed a mom taking care of his child.

He was beginning to notice an absence of a parental figure in his life.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sniffling getting louder, and Aenys was beginning to borderline cry out, you quickly picked him up and carried him, pacing around the room gently as you patted his back, his hand clung tightly onto the sleeve of your arm and he rested his cheek on your shoulder.

“Shhh, Aenys, it's okay.” you try consoling him but he kept repeating the words 'I want mama, mama.' in his sleep over and over again.

Not knowing what to do, you began to feel bad, so you did what you thought was the best.

“Aenys, Mama is here, it's okay hush now..” you coo gently into his ear and that's when he finally stops sniffling, 'mama?' he mumbles and you hum, “Yes, it's mama, do not cry anymore okay? Mama is here.” you caress his hair and he finally relaxes, you were so entranced in comforting him that your brain managed to ignore the presence of Aemond himself, who had arrived when you picked him up and paced around in a panic, he was going to interfere but then he heard you say those words.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed him, heat climbing up your face as you realised he probably heard everything and also you were stricken with fear too cause you likely overstepped.

You gently placed Aenys down on the bed and got out of his room, anxiety coursing through your veins as you realised what you had done

But you were only trying to comfort him.

Aemond soon followed you out the room as well and you turned around to face him when he closed the door.

“I apologize— I'm so sorry—” you began.

“Don't. It's fine, I can understand why you did that.” he cuts you off, and you wince.

“He- he's been noticing.” you began and Aemond nodded, “I've noticed too.” he replies and sighs.

“Aenys has changed a lot since you've started babysitting him in a good way , and I've noticed it, he's becoming more and more aware of the world around him.” He moves to the living room, sitting on the couch and you do the same, sitting on the one opposite to him.

“I've made sure that he never felt a lack of anything in his life, but I guess it's only natural for a person to desire something he can't have.” he says.

“Aenys can have a mother, if you remarry, that void will be fulfilled somewhat.” you suggest and he looks at before chuckling “I've thought of that too, my mother said the same thing, but i cannot trust anyone, especially considering how many are after my money, who knows if they'll be kind to him, or whether Aenys will like them or not.” he sighs.

“That is true.” you agree with him and he looks at you.

“Unless… ” he begins, eye scanning your entire being and you look at him, your heartbeat quickening, just as he was about to say something, your phone rings and it cuts off the trance-like state you were in, and you look at it to see who it is.

It was a spam call.

But then your eyes bulge out of your sockets when you look at the time, “Holy shit it's late, I'm sorry sir but i have to leave now, or else it will be too dangerous.” you say and quickly apologise and he nods, dismissing you. That was the first night, sleep came to Aenys peacefully.

But it didn't to Aemond, he was lost in thought about everything, but then his mind wandered off to somewhere it shouldn't go.

The way you comforted Aenys stirred something inside you, the moment was perfect, you cooing in Aenys' ear that you were here, pretending to be his mother.

It was so perfect.

Almost as if you were made for that.

Aemond felt his heart flutter.

For the first time in years.

He couldn't help but accept the pull he felt towards you.

Aenys doesn't seem to remember the incident, probably cause he was literally just sleep talking so it was left at that, but you and Aemond however grew a bit close after that incident, he came back home early as he can, so he could spend time with his son and you, he was subconsciously trying to get his son used to both of them being around, both present in his life as parental figures.

You obviously weren't able to leave early just because he got home early because those were your mandatory hours, so it became your new normal to spend time with him and Aenys.

You couldn't deny that there was something definitely blooming in between you and Aemond, he would often throw appreciative comments in your way, which made your belly pool up with heat.

You noticed how he wanted to stay by your side, physical touch lingering, he had suggested that you 3 should go grocery shopping, and you found it odd considering he could literally order his clients to fetch them for him, but you agreed anyways, using it as a chance to get outside and let Aenys interact with other people. Aemond was heavily against sending him to the daycare, because he was scared for his son, it was understandable but it also set Aenys behind a bit.

“Mama, I want this!” you hear a kid yell at his mom and you watch as she refuses it gently, telling him no and that she will buy him the next time they come back here, and the kid just pouted, you chuckled at the sight.

You turned your attention to Aenys who was staring at the scene too, and you realised how he was in a daze once again as well, you looked at Aemond who also seemed to notice.

Aenys quickly ran in another direction and you panicked and almost ran after him before he was back in front of you again, grabbing the same toy the other child had grabbed earlier and showing it to you. “Ma-” he cut himself short before pushing the toy to show you “I want this!” he says and Aemond was confused at first and he was about to agree to buy that toy for Aenys until you butted in, “No Aenys, we can't buy it right now! We'll buy it next time when we come back here okay?” you say and he smiles sheepishly at you, before pretending to pout and put the toy back in a random shelf.

You chuckled at the childishness, he just wanted to feel the same type of experience that others do. Aemond knew it was just you both playing around, he didn't miss the way Aenys almost called you his mother, and it spurred him on further, the way you acted as a genuine mother.

Those type of random moments became often, and it pushed Aemond further and further to the edge, the way you would act like such a perfect mom made him want to bend you over any surface and fuck you, filling you up with his cum.

Aemond then suddenly started joining for lunch, he would usually eat at his office, but he made extra effort to drive home so he could eat with his 'family.' He loved your cooking, you made it taste like home, he would watch as you cut smaller pieces of fruits and vegetables for Aenys so he could properly chew and eat. He imagined how perfect you would be as his wife and like an official mother to his child, or better, children, all of these small things were pushing him to the edge

And soon it would push him off it.

Aemond cursed himself when he drove through the rain, already running late, he looked at his watch and read the time, it was 10PM, the meeting in the afternoon stretched over two hours long which set back the rest of his schedule by a lot, he quickly parked his hair before making his way inside his house, open the door with the extra key carried before shutting it close.

“Look Aenys! Dada's here.” he heard you say and he was immediately spun around, he didn't expect you to stick around this long, but then he realised it was raining heavily and you always went by taxi, there probably would've been no taxi available in this weather.

“Aenys didn't go to sleep yet?” he asks, undoing the suit he was wearing before throwing it on the couch, approaching both of you, taking Aenys into his arms.

“He wanted to wait until you got home, he was worried for you, though he seems tired hmm.” you pinch his nose playfully and he scrunches it up, “I'm not twired…” he says but then yawns earning a chuckle from both you and Aemond.

“I'll put him to sleep, you go freshen up.” you say and Aemond nods, giving him back to you.

Fuck everything about that interaction felt too domestic.

And Aemond had lost his resolve.

He found you sitting on the couch, scrolling through something, he sat down next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asks and you look at him, “Trying to book cabs, but there are none available at the moment due to the weather.” you sigh before placing your phone down.

Aemond should've offered to drive you home but instead he offered to let you stay.

“You know you can stay over, I do not mind it.” he says and you look at him “Really? I don't wanna be a bother—”

“Oh please, you are never a bother.” he cuts you off and smiles at you. “You should freshen up for the night, you've been here since morning.” he says but you pout. “I do not have any clothes.” you say and he simply shrugs, “You can wear mine.” he pushes the buttons, wondering how far he can get away with it, he knew offering you to let you stay at his house already broke the employee boss relationship, hell, the moment he desired you was when it already broke.

“Mhm okay! Where is the guest bathroom?” you ask and he shakes his head, “The water heater is broken in that one, it's better if you use the attached bathroom in my room.” he says.

The water heater wasn't broken.

He was lying.

And you believed him.

He watched as you got up and made your way to his room, which was right next to Aenys', considering he has to react if something happens to him, he followed you inside opening the cupboards and giving you his hoodie and fresh pair of boxers which you thanked him for.

He left the room to give you privacy, but oh gods his mind was racing with all the thoughts.

He paced around, trying to contain himself, and he stood there in front of the door.

And then you opened it.

His hoodie reached to your thighs, and you looked at him, shocked to find him in front of the door, lips parted.

He snapped.

He quickly pushed you inside and shut the door behind you, slamming his lips against yours, and kissed you fervent hunger, you stumbled back and you almost fell but he caught you by your waist and pushed deeper into the kiss, moving his lips hungrily against your.

He pulls away, silently giving you a way out if you need it.

You should refuse this.

You should push him away.

But you don't, instead you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a deeper kiss, he groans when he feels you kiss him back, he pulls away once again, before grabbing you by your arm and pushing you onto the bed, making you fall on your back, your hoodie rising up, revealing your stomach, which he kissed lovingly before he pulled the hoodie even more further up, exposing your tits and pressing kisses to the nipples, causing you to gasp.

He pulls the hoodie off of you completely, and you raise your hands to assist him, he pulls off his shirt too, exposing his naked chest, and you bite your lip at the view, next he takes the boxes off you, doing the same, leaving you both completely bare to the room.

He pushes you upwards to the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing your face, neck, collar bones and valley between your breasts, his hands grab the flesh of your tits before he kneads them, massaging them, thumbs flicking the nipples making you arch your back.

One of his hands trails down to your core, dipping into the heat, he outright moans when he finds you practically leaking, collecting the arousal and bringing it upwards your bud. Rubbing small circles which makes you gasp.

He pulls his hand away and brings it up to lick at the wetness that has accumulated on the fingers, humming in satisfaction before he pressed kisses which travelled downwards until his mouth stopped right at your core, giving a small kiss to it to, you shivered when you felt his hot breath against it, the way the air he exhaled would hit your clit. He kissed the inner part of your thighs first, making you needy with want, wishing he'd just take you into his mouth.

And then he does, his tongue strides upwards from your opening to your clit, giving you one long lick before he captures your clit with his mouth, suckling on it, causing you moan his name loudly, both of his hands wrap around your thighs and he pulls them further apart, his fingers digging into the flesh as he hungrily devours your cunt, tongue flicking the bud constantly, you grip his hair and buck your hips, practically rutting against his face, you felt his tongue travelling down and lick at the wetness, the tip of his nose pushing against your clit, you felt your core tighten as the movement of his tongue sped up, causing you to topple over the edge and your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you whine loudly.

He greedily licked everything up before he placed wet kisses on your thighs, the residue of your wetness sticking to them before he sat back on his knees between your parted legs, you watched as he got up slightly, making his cock come into view.

Your eyes widened slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by Aemond, this stroked his ego very much.

He was big, bigger than any you've seen before, it was pale with a tip that was flushed pink due to the blood pumping, oozing precum out of it, he pumped his cock in his hand to ease the area, coating his dick in his own precum before he positioned it against your entrance, you bit your lip in anticipation but then you felt him slide against your folds, covering his dick in your wetness as well before slapping your clit with the tip of his dick, making you whimper.

He then lined himself against your entrance and pushed in, and you arched your back at the stretch, it was so delicious, you felt so full.

He leaned on top of you and gave you a passionate kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you taste the tanginess, he supported his weight on his elbows which were on either side of you, gripping yours, fingers intertwined with yours. You were locked in a missionary position, a position that felt intimate.

Then you felt him move, thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, causing you to moan his name, the thrusts made you jolt up the bed, breasts bouncing due to the force emitted from it, his grip tightening as he grunted on top of you, rutting into your wet heat, his hair dropped his shoulders, cascading around his face, and you gasped at how godly his looked like this.

Then you felt his tip hit your gspot, constantly, which caused you moan extremely loudly, “Fuckk! Ahh~ Aemond!” you mewled, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, his hand left one of yours to cover your mouth as he continuously slammed into you.

“Shh, be quiet, or he'll wake up.” he whispers, referring to Aenys who was sleeping in the next room and you nodded, you felt him pull his hand away but his thumb traced your lips, you opened your mouth which made him put his thumb inside and you sucked on him, and you felt him groan, then he pulled it out, hand going back to grip yours, and you bit your lip to hold back your moans from slipping out.

You felt your core begin to tighten again and it snapped once more, causing you to arch you back, pushing your breasts against his chest and he muttered 'fuck' feeling the way you clenched around him.

His thrusts begin to grow sloppy and lose their rhythm, indicating that he was close, “Fuckk, I'm gonna cum inside you.” he says and you whine, “I'm going to get you pregnant, watch you grow round with my kid…” he growls, thrusting into you again and again, “You're going to give Aenys little siblings, You will, right? He looked so lonely, I think he'd appreciate that.” he grunts and you nod quickly, mind too hazy to even comprehend or acknowledge the complications behind you agreeing to this.

“Good girl.” he says before he finishes inside you, and paints your walls white, shooting up his seed far into you, riding his orgasm out.

You felt him pull out and thought that was the end until he pushed you over onto your back, and sat on his knees, he grabbed your waist and pulled it up, and you immediately switched to supporting your on your knees as you arched your back, stretching like a cat, your hands on the side of you.

He groaned when he watched his cum drip down your thighs before he scooped it up and put it in his mouth, tasting your combined essence.

He was still hard.

So he wasted no time, shoving himself back inside you and you whined at the way your walls felt overstimulated, not knowing if you can handle one more orgasm consistently.

He sheathed himself inside your walls, and moved with fervent speed like before, his balls slapping against your thighs, the room was filled with erotic noises, he gripped your waist for support, until his hand travelled slightly upwards, catching one of your tits before gripping it tightly, and rolling the nipple in between his fingers.

“I can't wait to watch them swell.” he grunts.

“You'd look so pretty with my child in your belly, the way your tummy will swell? Gods fuck, that is a vision.” he moans

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, like you are meant to.” he notes, thrusting in and out, watching as the previous cum leaks out.

He clicks his tongue

“So much is going to waste, tsk, it's okay I'll fill you up again, make sure you get pregnant.” he groans and you moan, “Ye-yes fill me up.” you say, and he smirks at that, “Good girl, taking my cock like one.” he leans against you, your back pressing to his chest as he leaves kisses on the back of your neck, and you once again, topple over the edge for the third time.

He finishes too, inside you again.

You both fall besides each other on the bed, and realise the weight of the situation after the adrenaline and excitement of the moment fades away and the breathing becomes more stable.

“I- fuck.” Aemond begins not knowing what to say and you lay there quietly.

“Listen, ever since that day you walked in, I felt some type of pull towards you, I wasn't sure what it was, but it was as if we were meant to me, and I couldn't ignore the feelings brewing inside me.” you watch as he speaks.

“I- to put it in simple words, I fell in love with you. I really did, though it's fine if you do not share the same feelings, we can go back to pretending this never happened.” he confesses.

“I am in love with you too.” you confess, “I pushed these feelings away, because it wasn't appropriate.” you say and he looks at you this time.

Silence falls between you two.

A comfortable silence.

He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, hugging you, and you hug him back, the he places loving kisses atop you.

You felt something hard pressing against your inner thighs and you looked down, shocked to find him hard again, you chuckle.

“Again?” you tease and he playfully glares at you, “Yeah, you're so fucking irresistible.” he kisses your neck, hips mindlessly grinding against you. “I'm so sensitive.” you pout, but you get an idea, you quickly push him onto his back before getting on top of him, and then crawling down in between his legs, before taking his cock in your hand.

“Fuck!” he moans when he feels your warm hand wrap around it, before you gently tug on it, pumping your hand up and down, watching as the precum leaks out, you collect some with your tongue, poking the slight hole making him groan and grip the side of your head.

You trail kisses down to his balls, before giving them wet kisses as your hand pumps his cock, you lick a long stride up his length before taking him in your mouth, as best as you can, hands resting on his thighs to balance yourself.

You bob your head up and down, swirling the the tongue around him, pulling away time to time to breath before descending onto him once again, the grip on the side of your head tightened and you watched as he sat up slightly leaning on his elbow, before his hips thrusted upwards, and so you let him take control.

He collected your hair into a makeshift pony before gripping the back of your head tightly and thrusting his entire length into your mouth, the tip teaching the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, causing tears to well up in your eyes, you closed them and tried to breathe through your nose as he thrusted upwards and fast, essentially fucking your throat.

You felt him twitch slightly in your mouth, knowing he was close, you sucked him and hollowed your cheeks, he threw his head back at that, he felt steady pleasure rising within him before such a force expelled from his body, causing him to peak, shooting out ropes and ropes after cum into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat, causing you to swallow unknowingly, before he slightly pulled out, cause the remaining to fall in your mouth.

He pulled out completely and watched your face, flushed and hair dishevelled, you held his cum in your mouth, waiting for his command, “Swallow.” and you did, obeying him, opening your mouth to show that there was none left, he groaned as he watched the remnants of his seed drip from the side of your mouth before he collected it with his index finger and shoved it back into your mouth, and you click his finger clean, he grunted before you upwards and kissing you, tasting himself in your mouth, hands squeezing your ass before he gave one of them light slaps, causing you to wince.

You pulled away and breathed heavily, he smiled down at you, before he left the bed to clean both of you up, collecting the clothes and getting dressed before he pulled beside him in the bed, going to sleep while hugging your form.

You dreaded the next morning, wondering how you'll explain your relationship to Aenys, you woke up to an empty bed, you read the time, it's was just 8AM, you felt sad but then you quickly got up and went outside finding Aemond and Aenys awake, sitting at the table conversing, your heart warmed at the sight, Aenys spotted you and ran over to you, lifting his arms up, asking you to silently to carry him, and you did, you picked him up before placing a small kiss to his forehead.

“Mama!” he said and you froze, before you looked at Aemond, who gave you a small smile and nodded and your eyes softened at it, it seems he had done the explaining.

“Mama! Mama!” Aenys grabbed your face making you look at him and you chuckled, “Yes Aenys, it's mama.” you say and he smiles brightly.

“I'll go get ready for work.” Aemond says, getting up from the spot he was sitting on and coming over to both of you before he pressed a kiss to Aenys forehead, and doing the same to you and going inside his room and getting ready.

You put Aenys down on his chair and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you made simple eggs on toast, and just on the time, Aemond came out of his room, looking all ready and you placed three plates down, along with fruits cut into small pieces of Aenys.

“I made breakfast.” you say and Aemond smiles at you, before sitting down and the three of you ate breakfast.

Applying for this job was the best thing you've ever done.

Who knew your life would change the course of it in the span of just a few months.

There were other things to discuss, and you knew it was plaguing Aemond's mind as well, but you both decided it will be best if discussed later and so you both basked in this moment, listening to Aenys babbles.

“So i hwave a mom now rightt?” he asks Aemond who nods, “Are you happy?” he asks and Aenys nods quickly, “Yesh! Aenys is wery hwappy! But…” he trails off and you feel your heartbeat quicken.

“I want a sibling too…” he murmurs

Oh gods.

Your eyes flickered over to Aemond who stared at you, you blush and look away as you remembered the details of last night.

“I wwant a swister… ! or a bwother!!! Hmm any is fine…” he babbles on, not knowing what he is asking for.

You look at Aemond again, who didn't seem to take his eye off you at all.

He smirks.

Oh fuck.

You quickly get up and collect the empty plates before going behind the kitchen counter and placing them in the sink, washing your hands, focusing your attention on them, until you felt arms wrapped around your waist before one trailed upwards towards your breast giving it squeeze, you quickly looked up to see Aenys was watching until you realised he was nowhere to be seen.

“He's in his playroom.” Aemond whispered in your ear, grinding slowly against your ass.

“Heard that? He wants a sibling so badly, surely you can't deny him right?” he asks, pinching your nipples through the fabric causing you to gasp.

He places kisses down your neck, before he spins you around and kisses you on the mouth, making you wrap your arms around his shoulder. He pulls away before kissing you on the cheek.

His phone rings and he notices the time, 9:15AM, he was running late which was the first for him, and it was his assistant calling him.

“Fuck, mood spoiler.” he grunts before shoving his phone back in his pocket before placing a kiss to your mouth once again.

“Don't think I'm done with you yet, it's gonna be one hell of a ride when I get back home.” he presses one final kiss to your neck before pulling himself away from you, granted it was so fucking difficult considering how he wanted to fuck you on the kitchen counter just moments ago.

You nod and follow him to the front door.

“Have a nice day, Aemond.” you say, and he smiles at you, coming to kiss you but then Aenys comes running towards you both.

“Is dada going to work?? BYE DADAAA” he screams and Aemond chuckles, before waving a small 'bye' to Aenys, and leaving from the front door.

He barely left and he already couldn't wait to get back home from work.

And you gulped, nervous in anticipation.

Oh seven hells.

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[vsnyarbll]

A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden pt5

atpiahb masterlist, part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

main masterlist

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader

words: 3.896

summary: right after part 4

warnings: 18+ (making out), angst, mentions of death, explicit language

a/n: English is not my native language. / Viserys wasn't sick. / Rhaenyra gave up her claim to the throne years ago. / And I felt the need to say: I love Alys Rivers. This is just fiction.

When they reached their room, they both breathed a sigh of relief. 

y/n wanted to sleep, but she also wanted to spend time with her son. He was asleep, but even watching him sleep was enough for her.  

She looked at Aemond as she rocked her son in her arms.

"Are you free today?" she knew he didn't like to be idle. If he had nothing to do with his mother or the small council, he either went to Vhagar or practiced sword.

"I suppose I am. I've been on the small council non-stop or out for duties for months. It wouldn't be so bad to have the day to myself." 

"Sure," she said shortly. 

She carefully laid Maelor in his crib and stood in the center of the room.

Aemond was always out during the day, so she didn't know what to do with him. 

Were they going to have a conversation? 

About what? ...Maelor? Their child was still very young. They had nothing to talk about him.

What about Aegon? What was he doing right now?

Aegon.

As the previous night began to replay in her mind, regret and a sense of not knowing what to do took over her body.

She looked at Aemond again to dispel her thoughts. 

He was already sitting at the table eating the cakes. "Aren't you coming?" he asked.

y/n looked at him as if she didn't realize Aemond was talking to her. Then she nodded and sat down next to him. 

"The cake is pretty good. Would you like some?"

y/n's face showed surprise. "Sure, I could eat a slice." 

She watched the movement of Aemond's hand and the strength of his grip on the knife as he cut a slice of the cake. 

His long fingers and large hand made the knife look small, but y/n was sure it was big. 

The veins on his hand were becoming more prominent with every movement of his hand, and it was creating a delicious image. 

Aemond caught her hungry gaze as he put the cake on the plate and grinned. 

"You are very interested in the knife."

y/n gasped. "It's quite a nice knife."

Aemond didn't need to hide his grin. "Sure, it is." 

y/n took a forkful of the cake and let the icing mash on her palate. The icing was slightly sour, not to her liking, but as Aemond had said, it was a beautiful cake. 

Aemond Targaryen. He was right. As always. That bastard.

"I liked your dress."

y/n looked at it as if she had forgotten which dress it was. "Yes, it's a nice dress. The colors of your house." 

Aemond glanced down at her dress again.

"Nice collar."

y/n still couldn't understand why he was commenting on her dress and looked at it again. 

The neckline was lacy and left most of her breasts exposed. 

She understood the reason for Aemond's insinuations. 

y/n frowned slightly and looked at Aemond, who laughed at her reaction. Then he coughed to cover his laughter, but a small smile remained on his lips. 

He turned his head and looked at the cradle where his son lay.

"He's always looking for you. Even my mother couldn't calm him down today."

y/n started playing with the handle of her fork. "He is my son, after all." 

Aemond nodded briefly. "My mother wants him to have a religious education. She always wanted her children to have. Which, as you can imagine, Aegon failed to provide. Neither did Helaena. I concentrated on sword and history lessons after I claimed Vhagar. Daeron partly fulfilled her wish. He's in Oldtown, after all, but we don't know how he's doing. Sometimes I forget he exists, you know." 

y/n listened to her husband with her eyes wide open. 

It always amazed her how the man who was cold and introverted outside could be so talkative when alone in their room. 

His shoulders and posture, always tense when he was outside, relaxed in his chambers. 

Sometimes he would smile and laugh. 

But the one thing Aemond never did during their marriage was take off his eye patch.

y/n had never seen him without it, and she never asked him to take it off because she didn't think he would feel comfortable.

"If we agree and my father finds out Maelor has a religious education, he'll go mad, which I don't want him to get a religious education either."

"I thought you wouldn't want to. But I wanted to ask you anyway."

y/n couldn't help a small smile appearing on her lips. Aemond should have consulted her anyway, but she liked that he did.

They sat in silence. y/n played with the cake on her plate with her fork, and Aemond sat expressionless.

"I-" said Prince Aemond, but before he could continue, there was a quick knock on the door. 

y/n and Aemond stood up at the same time. 

There was a strange tension in the room. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do. 

y/n went to the door. But Aemond gestured for her to stop.

He quickly picked up his sword that he had left on the couch and went to the door. He was careful to hide his sword behind the door.     

Aemond paused when he saw his mother's maid at the door.

Talya's appearance in their room was already unusual, but her face, white with worry or fear, made him even more uneasy.

"What happened?"

"My prince," she said. And she pressed her hand to her mouth. She would have sobbed if she hadn't stopped herself.

"My prince. The queen sent me. She gave strict orders that no one was to leave their chambers."

A thousand thoughts raced through Aemond's mind. 

Was the castle occupied? Would the invaders kill everyone connected to the king? His wife, his son, and his siblings. Aegon.

As Talya looked at the prince with fearful eyes, Aemond's hand tightened around his sword.

"What's wrong?"

"My prince. The king-" she paused again, but Aemond already knew what had happened. He still waited for her words, just to be sure.

"The king was found dead in his chambers. Not even ten minutes ago. Your mother made sure nobody knew. It is not even certain if there will be a funeral."

y/n came up from behind and put her hand on Aemond's arm. She seemed to be trying to comfort him involuntarily. 

"But I don't understand. Shouldn't the whole kingdom be informed?" asked y/n. 

"The queen fears Prince Daemon may come for the throne, my lady." 

y/n's eyes darted between Aemond and Talya. "But Prince Daemon is not even fifth in line for the throne." 

Talya nodded. "So the queen worries that Prince Daemon could remove anyone between him and the throne." 

"You mean like... killing us?"

Talya nodded. 

Aemond swallowed. He couldn't believe his mother was letting her worries destroy her from the inside again. 

"I need to see her," he said, and Talya shook her head as he walked through the door. 

"The queen does not want anyone to leave their chambers. Please, my prince, for your lady wife. For your child." 

Aemond weighed everything in his mind. The safety of his wife and child was critical to him. He didn't care about the kingdom compared to them.

Finally, he nodded and closed the door in her face. 

He locked the door and walked into the room. He swung his sword across the armchair where he had picked it up. 

"Aemond, calm down." 

Aemond ran his hands through his hair. "They will make him king." 

y/n felt the blood drain from her veins at the mention of Aegon. 

"Wasn't that the plan all along?" 

Aemond went in front of her with a few steps. "He doesn't want to be king. He can't do it, anyway. How many times do you think he's been to the small council in his life? My mother and I have been taking care of everything since the king got bored and decided to shut himself in his chambers and stopped coming to the council less and less each day."

"But you knew he would be king one day. You knew this day would come." 

"Yes, but I hoped it would happen when we were in our fifties." 

y/n looked at him. "You want to be king?"

"Everyone in the realm wants to be king except those who are smart enough." 

"So you think Aegon is smart?"

"No, y/n." he laughed, thinking the truth was obvious. "Aegon does not refuse the throne because he is wise. He refuses because he likes to avoid his duties at all costs. He is the exception among the unwilling."

y/n looked at Maelor out of the corner of her eye. He was still asleep. 

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." 

y/n sighed and sat on one of the empty armchairs. Aemond immediately sat down next to her. 

"Do you think Daemon will come?"

"He's too loyal to Rhaenyra to take the iron throne. If he comes, he comes for her. But Rhaenyra gave up her right to the throne years ago."

"Then your mother-"

"My mother." he smiled bitterly. "She lets her worries get the better of her too easily. But to be fair, she is trying to keep her children safe." 

"But if they don't send a raven to the Dragon Stone, that's when they'll go crazy."

Aemond squeezed the arm of the chair. Aemond did not answer for a while. He knew Prince Daemon would be furious if they didn't report his brother's death directly to him.

"Aegon doesn't want the throne," he said again. 

"There have always been unworthy kings in history. There have been cruel kings. They all ruled the realm in one way or another."

"Yes. There have been unworthy and cruel kings in history. But they all wanted the throne. Maegor fought for the throne. There is a big difference between not deserving the throne and not wanting it," he said. He couldn't understand why y/n was still trying to defend his brother. 

How could she not see that it was her husband and not Aegon who should be the king?

Aemond laughed sarcastically. "The council is all cowards. They don't want him on the throne. But they refuse to tell him to his face." 

"I wish Princess Rhaenyra were the queen. Then there would be no problem."

"There would be a great war, y/n. My grandfather is a greedy man. He would do anything to have his blood on the throne. Daemon wouldn't let him. And the realm would not easily allow a woman to sit on the throne. The lords would see it as a threat to their own heritage. Dragons would fight against dragons. It would bring the Targaryen family to a great fall." 

"I hate the lords and the realm. What makes them say a woman can't rule?"

Aemond lowered his gaze to his lap. "Fools. The ruling has nothing to do with gender. I know you can rule. You would be a great ruler." 

y/n began to play with the lace on the cushion beside her. "I think I would." 

Aemond turned to her. 

y/n felt herself trembling at the similarity between the night before and this day. 

She would burn in seven hells for yesterday, but at least her husband would be with her, would burn with her.

"Looks like we're trapped here all day." 

Aemond smiled. He carefully watched her every move. He was aware that she was distracted. 

He would sacrifice himself on the spot to find out what was on her mind. If someone were bothering her, he would destroy them. 

He thought of his old days - as he had been doing for a few weeks. 

He remembered how it made his heart race when she told him about her day in that excited voice.

Every terrible scenario that could have happened to them that day disappeared from his mind because he knew y/n was with him. His son was with him. The greatest gift his wife, his beloved, had ever given him.

"y/n, I owe you a proper apology."

y/n turned to him. Her eyes widened in surprise. 

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," she said mockingly.

"I'll tell you everything." 

y/n nodded without saying anything. She was afraid that if she interrupted him, he would stop. 

"There's so much to tell... I don't know where to start." 

"We have plenty of time." 

Aemond sighed. It wasn't easy to explain. He knew he was wrong, even though he had his points.

"Alys Rivers." he paused. y/n's face instantly crumpled. 

"I liked her. At first, before I met you. When I was nineteen."

Aemond fiddled with his engagement ring. "She was a strong woman. The few times I went to Harrenhal for the name of the crown, she caught my attention directly. The lords in Harrenhal told me to stay away from her, but I didn't listen. I wanted to be the one running away from responsibility for once."

y/n listened to him intently, no matter how much it hurt. 

"The first time I went to Harrenhal, she saw me but didn't care. Then she probably found out I was a prince and came to talk to me the second time I went. I was attracted to her. I was only nineteen, and life was pretty dark except when I talked to her." 

y/n averted her eyes. Life was pretty dark except when I talked to her. That was it? Her husband was talking about another woman as a light that illuminated the darkness in his life, and he expected her to sit there quietly and listen to him. 

As she got up from the couch, Aemond grabbed her arm and pulled her down again. "Aemond, I don't want to listen to your bullshit. You're supposed to be apologizing. But you're only making things worse."

"I don't just want to apologize to you. I want to tell you everything that happened to me. But not to win your sympathy or to justify me. Whether you forgive me or not or how you treat me afterward is up to you." 

y/n tried to free her arm from Aemond's powerful grip but failed. She turned her head away instead. 

"Please listen to me."

y/n sighed. "I will listen to you. But only because I have nothing better to do, and we're stuck in this fucking room," she said harshly.

When she turned her head towards him, he looked at her desperately. 

"y/n, I swear to you, whatever feelings I had for her disappeared within two months. She was completely in love with power, and I realized she was only interested in me because I was a prince." 

"Why didn't you let her go then?"

"I don't know what you know about her, but she is a witch. I've seen for myself what she's capable of. She knew I loved you when I married you. She told me she would kill you if I didn't keep seeing her. She would. I know she would."

Aemond curled his right hand into a fist to suppress his anger at himself, perhaps at Alys.

And with an increasingly desperate look, he searched her face for the slightest trace of emotion - she was expressionless. 

"I couldn't let that happen, y/n. You have to understand." 

y/n raised her eyebrows, torn between disbelief and belief, her heart screaming to forgive him, to open her arms to him again. 

And her mind was telling her that this was not a sufficient explanation.

"So that's why you kept seeing her?"

"I swear I tried to rid of her. Then she found out you were pregnant and nearly lost her mind. She screamed at me for hours. When I told her we couldn't see each other anymore, she said she'd kill our child with you." 

"Then why did she get pregnant with a Dornish's child and run off with him?"

"He wasn't just any Dornish, y/n. She was pregnant with Prince Martell's child. She needed powerful threats to keep me but not to keep him. He was truly in love with her. She took the easy way out and ran away with him."

He reached out and took her hand in his. "y/n, that's why I've been so cold to you. I couldn't tell you anything. It was better that you didn't know. That's why I waited until now." 

y/n kept averting her eyes. Aemond tilted his head and tried to catch her gaze. "I stayed away from you because I wanted you to be able to hate me more easily if one day I had to leave you to protect you."

y/n swallowed. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"y/n, I swear to you-"

y/n shook her head. "You knew I was afraid of childbirth. You weren't with me when I was in labor..." she said. And her eyes filled up quickly. 

"I didn't know... y/n... I really didn't know. If I had known, I would have come to you immediately." 

"Don't lie to me, Aemond! Don't lie to my face. They sent you a raven the moment my labor began."

Her eyes began to fill more, and her vision began to blur. "I know they sent you a raven because I asked them to do. I wanted you with me." 

"That's the problem... I never got the letter. y/n... please, you have to believe everything I say today. I would never hurt you."

"But you did, Aemond... and then you didn't let me go. You didn't set me free."

"y/n, I realize I've hardly said this to you. I... I love you. I acted like a fool because I couldn't afford to lose you."

"If my life was in danger with you, Aemond, you could have just left me."

"My father-"

"King! Hah! You could have told everyone everything. You're a prince. They'd believe you." 

"It's not a question of whether they'd believe me, y/n! They couldn't have done anything. You don't understand. You don't see the magnitude of her power."

y/n could no longer hold back her tears. Aemond reached out and wiped her tears with his thumb. Then he stroked her cheek for a long time.

"I promise you everything will be all right," he said - his voice was a whisper.

"I want to believe you, Aemond, and you make me feel stupid for wanting to believe you." 

Aemond brought his face closer to hers - his forehead almost touching hers.

"Believe me, y/n. I will never let you down again. I have suffered for the past two years. If you want me to suffer more, I will. But I will never make you feel alone again."

y/n pulled her head away. "I'm sorry about your father."

She knew he wasn't sad about losing his father.

y/n just wanted to get away from the subject. She wanted to rethink everything he had said later when she was lucid and not at the point of losing her mind with sadness.

Aemond nodded briefly. 

He didn't know what the concept of a father meant to him. He'd never understood. He was just a name in his life. 

His father would never look out for him and never once patted him on the back and told him he was doing a good job.

There was no difference for him between not having his father in his life before and having lost him now.

"I will not be a father like him." 

y/n nodded. "I know." 

Then Aemond began to run his left hand through her hair. The first time he had seen her, he had seen her from behind, and the first thing he had noticed was her hair. 

He had always dreamed of running his fingers through it. 

Then he had seen how she stood up to the king. He had marveled at how loud her voice had been in a patriarchal order. 

He never thought he could marry for love. If his mother wanted him to marry someone, he would do it. Marriage was a duty - a duty to the realm. 

But he married the one he loved. 

And then he did a lot of stupid things during their marriage. Some he could help, and some he couldn't.

Looking back, he realized he could tell her why he had been so cold. He could. But then a pair of dark green eyes that came into his mind reminded him why he decided not to tell.

Alys Rivers was dangerous. 

Aemond came close to her face again. y/n looked at him with big eyes. 

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. y/n said nothing. 

He kissed her forehead, the top of her nose, and the corner of her lips. 

Sometimes he wrapped his hands in her locks, sometimes in her arms.

Aemond pulled back and looked at her face - silently asking for permission. 

When y/n nodded calmly, he leaned in for a kiss. 

y/n didn't know how to feel. Had she forgiven him - absolutely not. What about Aegon? Should she tell Aemond about him? What would Aegon do now? 

She was so confused, but she surrendered to the kiss of the man in her arms.

y/n moved her hands to his back and stroked him gently. She felt the muscles in his back under her hands. 

Aemond leaned in even more. 

He took her legs between his. And he slid his kisses down to her chin but quickly returned them to her lips. 

Aemond whimpered as y/n lifted her hips and pressed herself against his hardness. 

y/n opened her eyes in surprise. Aemond was always silent. He had always tried to be quiet because he was insecure about it. 

But this time, Aemond didn't care that he made a sound and began to kiss her harder and press his hardness against her. 

Aemond let his hand slide down her body, caressing her legs and waist as far as her dress would allow.

Then there was a knock at the door. Aemond didn't stop - he just kept kissing her harder.

When the door knocked again, y/n pulled her head back.

"Aren't we going to answer the door?"

Aemond sighed. "They'll go away." 

y/n put her fingers on Aemond's lips when he leaned in again. "It might be important," she said.

Aemond got up from the couch with a sigh. They both smoothed their tangled hair and wrinkled clothes.  y/n sat and waited for Aemond.

He turned to look at her and opened the door. "What now, Talya?"

"The coronation is in an hour, my prince. Everything is ready in the Dragon Pit."

Aemond turned briefly to his wife in amazement. "If I had asked for dinner, you would not prepare this quickly, but you can prepare a ceremony in an hour that would take months?"

Talya looked at the prince, not knowing how to answer. "My prince-"

"Okay, Talya. We'll get ready in an hour. And we'll go to the dragon pit."

Talya nodded. "Shall I send lady y/n's maid?"

"Yes," Aemond said shortly. 

Talya bowed and left. 

"I didn't expect it to be so fast," he said as he closed the door.

y/n nodded, wondering how she could bear to see Aegon at his coronation. 

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[flowerandblood]

The Prince and The Fox (4)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing and fluff, just weird teenagers ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school.Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don’t ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adultin the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I’m writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that’s all you expect, this isn’t the fic for you.

I don’t want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

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She and Helaena lay side by side, watching the second and first parts of Shrek, laughing out loud, speaking their favourite dialogues from memory, however, her thoughts kept running back to what happened a few hours earlier. She clenched her eyelids at the mere mention.

They kissed.

She had no idea if that was good or bad.

Did he now think of her as easy to get?

Did he despise her now?

She had a lot of doubts swirling around in her head and for some reason she felt like crying again, even though the experience itself turned out to be incredibly pleasant for her.

It was her first kiss ever.

During the night she couldn't sleep, twisting from side to side, restless, listening to hear if perhaps he was up or walking down the corridor.

There was complete silence.

She shuddered when, a few hours later, her phone's display lit up and vibrated loudly, waking her up and blinding her; for a moment she struggled to open her eyelids and adjust to the light.

After a while she succeeded and unlocked the keypad. She saw with a pounding heart that she had received a message from him.

She swallowed loudly, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the cold sweat on the back of her neck.

Fuck.

She wrote him back quickly, deciding that just 'no' would sound too dry and might let him think she was angry with him.

He didn't write back for a long time and she was afraid of what he would reply, that he would write back to tell her that it all made no sense, that it was a big mistake and that he regrets that they did it.

She felt like she was about to cry and vomit from stress and fear at the same time, all she could hear and feel was the hard pounding of her heart.

She jumped down on the bed next to Helaena when a notification suddenly displayed on her phone that she had received a new message from him.

She drew in a loud breath, tightening her lips and swallowed hard.

She rose silently, slipping the duvet off her, walking slowly barefoot towards the door. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed the handle and pressed it, the door began to open with an unpleasant creak of wood.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Helaena, horrified, but she merely turned in bed, sleeping on.

She left without closing the door, afraid that another sound like that would surely wake her, and ran on tiptoe through the corridor towards his room. She knocked quietly feeling that her whole body was quivering in terror.

She thought he preferred to tell her what he thought of her to her face.

He opened it for her and looked around the corridor to make sure no one had seen anything, letting her in and closing the door behind him.

The only light in his room was his lamp standing on his desk, surrounding the whole space with a pleasant, warm glow.

She stood in place playing with her hands, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.

"Did you want this? You know…what we did." He muttered wearily, his fingers rubbing against each other in a nervous gesture.

She looked at him surprised, his face stony, she had no idea what he was thinking. She swallowed loudly, not knowing what to answer, looking at him with her lips slightly parted.

"Yes." She admitted with shame, feeling herself tremble all over.

Silence.

A long one.

She felt like she was about to die.

"Me too. What now?" He asked, as if he wanted her to tell him the result of a maths equation.

She looked at him in disbelief, not believing he had said that. They both seemed extremely surprised by this discovery, by what had happened.

She licked her lower lip, which was almost burning with nervousness, having no idea what to answer.

"I... I don't know. It's probably too soon to… you know." She muttered, and he stared at her in silence, she felt that she couldn't very well convey what she was feeling, what she was realising.

Good God, she was attracted to him.

She really was, but it was too early to talk about a relationship, they barely knew each other.

What was she supposed to tell him?

"I…I just wish I could spend some time with you occasionally. Or just text you. If you feel like it too, of course." She said quickly, lowering her gaze again, feeling like she was in kindergarten when she couldn't express herself properly.

"I like the way things have developed between us over the last few weeks. I don't want to ruin it with unnecessary haste. But I don't regret what we've done." She said finally, lifting her uncertain gaze to him.

She saw him nod and swallow loudly, letting the air out of his lungs, as if he felt relieved, as if he didn't know himself what to make of it all, what to think of it, how to behave towards her now.

"Mmm."

They stood like that in silence, looking away again, not knowing if they should add anything more, she could feel the tension growing between them again, his hands clenched into fists.

"Do you want me to go back to Helaena now?" She asked uncertainly, scratching her shoulder, feeling with embarrassment how much her hands were trembling.

He looked at her and hesitated for a moment.

"…Yeah." He muttered, lowering his gaze, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black sweatpants.

She nodded, feeling an ache in her heart for some reason, knowing, however, that it was the right thing to do. She walked past him and glanced at him standing next to the door.

"Good night." She said softly, looking over her shoulder, his lips tightened.

Silence.

He looked like he wanted to say something else and she didn't know if she should leave or not.

They stood like that for a moment, she heard him swallow loudly, he wasn't looking at her.

"Do you wanna kiss again? Before… you know. Going back to normal." He grunted out in a low trembling voice with difficulty and embarrassment, as if he didn't believe those words had left his mouth.

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, feeling her heart pounding fast, heat spilling over her lower abdomen.

Oh God.

She didn't know whether she was more terrified by his request or by the way her heart squeezed with joy, a wave of heat flowing through her body.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

She muttered embarrassed at how desperate she was, how hot she was at the thought that he wanted to touch her again, that he liked it too.

She swallowed loudly as he drew his hand towards her, looking down at her with his lips slightly parted, his gaze dark and hazy. She gently grasped his fingers and approached him feeling her heart pounding hard, feeling butterflies in her stomach and a pleasant tickle between her thighs.

For a moment they just stood looking at each other, his trembling hand gently slid her hair off her shoulder behind her back. She felt a pleasant shiver at that touch, close, intimate, filled with some kind of affection.

She felt his thumb on her cheek as it dug in and ran over her soft skin, his healthy eye looking at her as if half asleep, dreamy, his warm breath enveloping her face.

He leaned over her and their foreheads touched, she parted her lips slightly in a hastened breath feeling as if they were burning with the desire for him to touch her already, to relieve her.

It seemed to her as if he had read her thoughts, his lips clung to hers in a soft, warm, calm, loud kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed, reciprocating his gesture by placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

He groaned and kissed her deeper, suddenly clamping his hand in her hair and pulling her tighter, surprising her completely, making her sigh loudly into his mouth, throwing her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

The tips of their noses rubbed as their lips danced and brushed against each other, sinking into each other's soft texture, spreading each other's moisture and saliva, both of them panting quietly, his pleasant, warm breath, his closeness calming her.

She knew she should pull away, that this was supposed to be just one kiss, but instead their lips found each other again and again, their hands stroking each other's hair and cheeks.

He pulled away from her for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go from his embrace.

"− maybe − maybe stay with me, just for a little while longer − if you want −" He whispered in a low, trembling voice, as if he was afraid of what he was saying and of her reaction, that she would laugh at him, that she would spurn him.

Hey, Cyclops, do you have a girlfriend?

She pressed her lips together at the thought that he might have thought he was repulsive for her.

She nodded her head.

"− do you want to lie down? − I - I won't do anything to you −" He muttered, adding a second sentence quickly, afraid she might misunderstand him and get scared. She felt her throat dry up and couldn't get anything out, so she nodded again.

He took her hand gently and set himself down on his bedding, laying on his side, facing her, his head on his pillow. She lay down right next to him, looking up at his face.

He put his hand on hers, stroking it with his thumb, and just looked at her, sighing heavily, as if what was happening now required a lot of effort on his part. She smiled at the thought, and he blinked.

"What?" He muttered, wrinkling his brow, embarrassed, his hand stopped in mid-motion.

"I like you." She said softly, sincerely, warmly, feeling wonderful and safe, never had anyone been close to her like this before, no one's touch gave her such pleasure.

She heard him swallow hard and lower his gaze, embarrassed, his thumb began stroking her hand again.

"I like you too." He whispered softly and looked straight into her eyes, there was something intimate, private about it.

She lifted her hand slowly and touched his cheek, running her fingers over his face as if she were treading water with them, she heard him sigh quietly and closed his eyes, drawing in air loudly.

She moaned as he leaned closer, their lips naturally clinging to each other in a hot, wet kiss, he pulled her to him, she could feel the warmth of his body, the trembling of his hands, his restless, laboured breathing.

She blinked when she felt something in his trousers pulsate hard, hitting her stomach. He drew in a loud breath and pulled away immediately, looking at her shocked.

"− I − I'm sorry − I didn't mean to −" He mumbled out embarrassed, and she looked at him surprised, not knowing what he was actually apologising to her for.

"What was that?" She asked amused, raising her eyebrows and he looked at her with parted lips, she had never seen anyone so embarrassed and horrified before in her life.

He licked his lower lip in a nervous gesture, she had a feeling he was never going to get out what he wanted to say, complete chaos in his mind.

"− I − I think I just like you a bit − too much now − you know what I mean − right? −" He asked uncertainly as if to see if she knew what he was talking about, not believing that she could have been that unaware.

She blinked and pressed her lips together, opening her eyes wide when she realised what he meant, felt her cheeks turn all red and swallowed with difficulty.

"− I − if you're uncomfortable, then go − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to − fuck, God, why −" He growled, pressing his face against his pillow, unable to look her in the eye, clearly embarrassed that he was unable to restrain his physical instincts.

She looked at him in disbelief.

He desired her.

"− no − I mean − nothing happened − I felt good about kissing − I know you won't hurt me − it's okay, really −" She mumbled out sincerely believing her words.

He pressed his lips together, looking at her as if in pain, and sighed heavily, lowering his head back down, pressing it to her forehead, stroking her cheek and hair.

They lay like that without saying a word, just looking at each other, breathing quietly, she felt her eyelids growing heavier as she drifted off into sleep, her fingers trailing over the exposed wrist of his other hand.

"Sleep. I'll carry you to Helaena later." He whispered softly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and she hummed quietly under her breath and closed her eyes, concentrating only on the pleasant touch of his warm hand, his thumb stroking her skin.

She felt safe.

She shuddered, not knowing where she was or what was happening when she felt someone lift her, darkness all around her.

She squealed quietly and he hushed her, stroking her back, grabbing her under her hips, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

"− shush, Foxy −" He whispered, opening his door quietly, walking slowly towards Helaena's bedroom. He stepped inside trying not to make any noise and placed her gently on the bed beside her, looking at her for a moment longer.

He just ran his thumb over her cheek before lifting himself back up and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him.

She fell asleep feeling a pleasant heat in her heart.

She was falling in love.

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[chronicowboy]

When Buck shows up on the Diaz doorstep with a vacant frown, Eddie is struck nauseous by the wave of hope that crests in him and the swoop of deep concern in his stomach. He leads Buck into the kitchen without a word, sets him down in a chair and fetches them both a beer from the fridge. He pops the caps off, sets one down in front of Buck, and retreats to lean back against the counter just in case this isn't the conversation he thinks it is.

They drink in a stifling quiet. Eddie watches every tiny micro expression that twitches across Buck's face, catches every tic of his fingers and jump of his leg. He watches and waits and most of all he sees.

"I misunderstood," Buck murmurs eventually, and Eddie has to physically bite down on the hope that rears its head at the words. He thinks back to a pink and yellow heart, an assignment failed correctly in Eddie's opinion.

"How so?" Eddie pushes gently when Buck wavers. Buck's eyes meet his then, for a single moment, heavy with something beyond the fizzle of a three-week-old relationship.

"I never actually asked her out." Buck takes another swig of beer, shakes his head. "She asked me for coffee that first time, but we really only talked about me."

"And the lightning?" Eddie asks. Buck nods.

"And then, we kept meeting up." Eddie holds a gulp of beer in his mouth to distract himself from the sharp stab of pain behind his sternum. "But we kept getting interrupted every time I tried to find out more about her. Every time I tried to talk about more than my death."

"Maybe the universe was screaming at you?" Eddie suggests just to hear Buck's huff of disbelieving laughter.

"Yeah, well, it was wasting its time." Buck leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath. "Natalia said enough for the universe."

Eddie swallows another mouthful of beer, washes his heart back down his throat and into his ribcage for safekeeping. He'd known, of course. He'd known this was going to happen. Eddie sees Buck, so of course he sees Buck's relationships too. He saw Buck still pining after Abby even when it was clear how it had already ended. He saw Ali's hesitance in the hospital waiting room and just knew this was too much for her to handle. He saw Taylor from the very beginning. And he saw Natalia too, even though he didn't really. But he knew a death doula asking death's best friend for coffee couldn't end well.

"I actually managed to ask her out on a date at lunch today." Buck sighs, deep and turbulent. "She was very nice about rejecting me. Seems, she thought I knew this was more of a professional interest than a personal one." He scoffs, drops his head into his hands. "Thing is, I know that now. Not just because she told me, but because I realised I was only really using her to come to terms with... everything?" He brings his head out of his hands, sets his chin on his palm, gazes up at Eddie with something breathtakingly honest in his eyes. "I just... I thought she could make my death mean something. I needed it to mean something."

"Buck," Eddie sighs, sits himself down in the chair opposite, "you know that's not how it works. There's no rhyme and reason to death. As much as we might want there to be. You can look for a reason all you'd like, but that's how people drive themselves insane." Eddie folds his arms over his chest.

"But I survived, Eddie," Buck says it like he's pleading, "surely that has to mean something."

"And it does," he concedes. "It means you're still here. With the people who love you." And maybe that's too honest for the quiet of the kitchen at half ten, but Eddie finds he doesn't care when Buck looks at him like this. He sits upright, braces himself on the tabletop. "You think any of my near deaths meant anything?" Buck flinches a little at that, looking down at his bottle chastened.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "But the helicopter brought you home, right? In the end?"

"Well," Eddie swallows every drop of bravery he can muster, "maybe the lightning brought you home too. In the end."

"Eddie," Buck breathes, "what?"

"You came here, Buck." Eddie smiles weakly, lets his eyes speak for him. "You came home."

Buck opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, clenches his jaw shut. He glances around the kitchen, drinking in every inch of it, the square spoon in the drying rack that Eddie knows Buck brought from his apartment, the collection of kitschy, overpriced zoo mugs in the cupboard Eddie had left open at the knock on the door, the Hildy coffeemaker that had been one expensive prank.

"I came home," Buck repeats softly. His eyes find their way back to Eddie's. "And I fell asleep on the couch."

"Yeah," Eddie breathes a soft chuckle, "you did."

"Oh."

"The couch will be waiting for you, Buck." Eddie stands, drops his empty bottle into the recycling. "Whenever you're ready, the couch, the home, the kid, all of it, it'll be waiting for you."

"When I'm ready?" Buck croaks.

"When you're ready." Eddie smiles. "We've got time, so take it."

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[delusionalfanficwriter]

burn

“Y/N, we can’t discharge you until we know you are going to be taken care of at home. You can’t handle this by yourself.” Dr. Meed told me as I lay against the hospital bed. 

“Doc, all due respect, I can clean and change the bandages myself. There’s not need to worry anyone.” I try to convince him but I can see him not caving. 

“You’ve been here for almost 2 days and I am pretty sure you didn’t even tell anyone what happened. You don’t have a place to go to as far as I know. So I will not discharge you until I see someone in person who tells me that they will be there for you. You can be out as early as tomorrow morning.” I watch him say before making his way out of my room. I sigh and close my eyes knowing the repercussions if I make the inevitable call. Thinking strategically of a list of people, I figure out who I am going to call. 

As the phone rings, I come up with a script, but it all leaves my head when the voice on the other end answers. “What do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” 

“Hey, O’Hara, just wondering what you are up to tomorrow?”

“Planning on getting a coffee and furniture shop for the apartment. Want to join? I haven’t seen you since our game a few days ago.”

“I would love to, but I have a favor to ask you.” 

“No, you can’t drive my car or go to the animal shelter. You remember how emotional you got leaving the animals behind.”

She’s not exaggerating and I laugh at the memories. “No, Kel, I actually need you to pick me up.”

“Obviously dummy. You don’t have a car,” 

“From a different location.”

“So secretive. Where is this location I am picking you up from?” She asks, fully curious as if I am giving her tea.

“The hospital downtown.”

“Y/N… why would I be picking you up from there?” I pick at the blanket laying on top of me. 

“Something happened and I ended up here but I am okay. I promise. They just won’t discharge me without confirming someone can come pick me up and care for me.”

“Y/N!!! Why didn’t you call me sooner? What happened? You know what, I am on the way. We will talk.” She frantically yells on the phone before hanging up. I close my eyes hoping to get some shut eye before she storms in here. I groan as I hear my phone constantly vibrate and see messages from both my Gotham FC teammates and USWNT asking what happened and if I am okay…I’m going to kill O’Hara.

A half hour passes and soon enough not only is Kelley coming through my door but Kristie, Ali, and Sonnet. 

“What happened?!” Ali asks, approaching carefully looking at any damage she might find.

“I’m okay. My apartment caught fire and I got burnt in the process, nothing crazy.” I act as if everything is fine.

“Nothing crazy?! Y/N, you have burns!” O’Hara whisper yells. 

“Wait, Y/N, when was this?” Kristie observed knowing well enough I hate bothering people. 

I bite my tongue and whisper, “2 days.” That’s when all hell broke loose. 

The hospital room was filled with a cacophony of concerned voices as Ali, Kristie, Sonnet, and Kelley vented their anger and frustration at the situation. I couldn't help but wince at the onslaught of their emotions, but their presence meant the world to me. They were like a protective shield, ready to battle any adversity, even against their teammate's stubbornness.

"Y/N, how could you not tell us?" Ali's eyes blazed with intensity, a reflection of her passion on the soccer field. "We're your teammates, your friends. You can't just hide something like this."

Sonnet's voice, though calmer, was no less concerned. "And now you're telling us it's 'nothing crazy' when you have burns from a house fire? But two days in a hospital is not nothing.”

As we continue going back and forth, Dr. Meed, returned to my room with a surprised look on his face. He had probably expected a more difficult situation based on our previous conversation.

"Y/N, it looks like you have a support system in place," he remarked, a hint of approval in his voice.

I nodded, feeling grateful for the incredible people who had come to my aid. "Yes, doctor. They're going to make sure I'm taken care of."

Dr. Meed assessed the room, noting the presence of Kelley, Ali, Kristie, and Sonnet. "Well, I believe we can arrange for your discharge tonight if you got this team to care for you. I can have the nurses prepare your medications and instructions. You'll need to follow up with your primary care physician within a week."

My heart swelled with relief at the news. I had been eager to leave the sterile environment of the hospital.

"Thank you, doctor," I said, genuinely appreciative.

Dr. Meed nodded and started discussing my care instructions with the group. They listened attentively, taking notes and asking questions to ensure they were fully prepared.

Kelley stepped forward and shook the doctor's hand. "We've got it from here, doc. Thanks for taking care of her."

The doctor smiled, his demeanor much lighter now. "You're welcome. And you take care of yourself, Y/N."

… … … … … … … … … … … … 

Kelley left me no choice but to move into her apartment until I recovered and since Sonnet was visiting her, they figured two pairs of eyes and hands were better than one when it came to me. They had a routine set from the moment I left the hospital and today is a new day. Teammates have been stopping by and visiting. I laughed and smiled through every encounter after I got a talking to about hiding my injuries. 

“Is Y/N getting a little tired?” Lynn said as I seem to be drifting off. 

“Seems like it. She has had a long first day out of the hospital.” Kelley says and excuses the company in the room and says goodbyes to them and I mutter a goodbye as well. As they leave, Sonnet gets a new set of bandages ready for my legs as Kelley gets my antibiotics and pain meds. 

Sonnet carefully peeled off the old bandages, her touch delicate but precise. The adhesive clung to my skin, making it an uncomfortable experience. As she pulled the bandages away, my breath caught in my throat, and I bit down on my lower lip to stifle any cries of pain. I could feel the slight tug and sting as the bandages left my raw, sensitive skin.

Kelley, sitting by my side, offered an empathetic smile. "We're almost through this part, Y/N," she assured me, her fingers lightly tracing circles on my forearm.

Sonnet continued her work, unwrapping each bandage with the utmost care. Her face was a mix of concentration and sympathy as she revealed the burns on my legs. When the fresh bandages came into contact with my wounded skin, a sharp wave of pain coursed through me, causing me to clench my fists tightly.

"Easy, Y/N," Kelley murmured soothingly, her hand slipping into mine and offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great."

Sonnet nodded in agreement, her expression filled with understanding. "We're trying to be as gentle as possible, but I know it's still painful. Just a bit more, okay?"

I mustered a nod, grateful for their presence. The pain was a reminder of the challenging journey I was on, but the unwavering support of my teammates made it bearable. Sonnet continued her task, her movements swift and precise.

Once the bandage change was complete, Kelley handed me the antibiotics and pain medications. She watched me closely as I swallowed the pills, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and care.

As I leaned back against the pillows, Kelley and Sonnet took their seats beside me.

Fatigue threatened to overtake me, I clenched my eyes shut, resisting the pull of sleep. I knew that once I closed my eyes, the nightmares would return, vivid and tormenting. The darkness had become my enemy, and my reluctance to face it was exhausting.

Kelley noticed my struggle and squeezed my shoulder gently. "Y/N, you need to get some rest," she whispered, her voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my lips forming a weak smile. "I know, Kel. It's just... the nightmares. I can't handle them."

Sonnet shifted closer, her touch soft and reassuring. "We won’t leave your side, Y/N.”

Despite their comforting words, the fear of what awaited in my dreams persisted. The mere thought of reliving the traumatic experience made my heart race. I bit my lip, fighting back the anxiety that threatened to consume me.

Kelley's fingers brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, and her gaze met mine. "Y/N, you're not alone in this. We'll be here to wake you up if those nightmares come knocking. But you need sleep, okay? You've been through so much."

I nodded, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. The room seemed to blur as my eyelids drooped. Sonnet's hand still rested on my knee, and she leaned in, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Close your eyes, Y/N.”

As much as I resisted, I couldn't hold onto consciousness any longer. My eyes closed, and I was plunged into the unsettling abyss of sleep.

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[maidragoste]

Two Rhaenys

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

part 7

Masterlist Serie

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You couldn't sleep. This time it had nothing to do with nightmares about your family's ghosts trying to kill you while calling you a traitor. It also had nothing to do with Cregan Stark's letter agreeing to come to King's Landing in peace. You still weren't sure that the war won't continue but at least you could rest assured that the lord of the North agreed to have a talk with you. You were hoping that you could convince him to bend the knee and that he would end this martyrdom once and for all.

The people who kept you awake were your husbands. Ever since Aegon and Aemond had returned to King's Landing you could feel the pressure from court and council. They knew that you had not yet shared a bed with the king. After how your wedding ended it was normal that you hadn't slept with Aegon but now you had no excuse, you were already recovered from the poisoning and he had returned from Harrenhal, not doing your duty. You had to sleep with Aegon and give him a baby. If possible you knew you had to be pregnant before Lord Stark came to town.

You weren't afraid of having sex with Aegon. You knew him and you knew he would do anything to spare you pain. Besides, it's not like you're a virgin. The problem was actually that you were afraid to enjoy it. Aemond would be in the room. At first, you were okay with it but now you didn't like the idea. What if you enjoyed being with Aegon and Aemond got mad at you? Would it count as cheating even though Aegon was also your husband? Would it ruin your marriage to Aemond? Since you knew the truth about Alys Rivers things had improved but sometimes you can feel a kind of tension between the two of you whenever Aemond finds you and the twins with Aegon in the nursery or walking through the gardens.

You already feel guilty for making out with Aegon in front of Aemond. Even sometimes just by holding his hand, how could you see Aemond's face after having sex with his brother in front of him? You'd like to have a conversation with Aegon the Conqueror to find out how the hell he handled having two spouses. Though you didn't think it would be much help either considering everyone knew how he spent one night with Visenya while he spent ten with Rhaenys. You didn't think it was a deal that would work with the three of you.

“What are you thinking about?” Aemond asked, grabbing your attention.

"I thought you were sleeping" you replied turning around to look at him.

"I was but your sighs are so loud they woke me up"

"Fuck you. At least I don't snore"

"I don't snore" your husband denied "Tell me what is worrying you," he asked as he caressed your waist. I knew that if he continued with the "discussion" about whether or not he snored then you would end up distracting him and not telling him why he kept you awake.

You hesitated before answering. You didn't want Aemond to be mad at you but sooner or later the two of you would have to talk about this. There was no point in delaying this conversation, maybe it would even save you some future headaches. Maybe it could even make you feel better.

"I was thinking of you and Aegon" you admitted causing the prince to raise an eyebrow.

"Are you finally going to tell me that you have feelings for my brother?" He said with obvious jealousy, remembering the last few days.

Now at council meetings you always sat next to Aegon, it makes sense because you're the queen but what doesn't make sense is the two of you spend the whole damn meeting holding hands. It also doesn't make sense that you're smiling at Aegon every time he says something sensible in meetings. It's his damn job as king, it's not like he's doing anything extraordinary.

Another thing that bothered Aemond was that now whenever he finished his training and went looking for you and the twins, he found them with Aegon and Jaehaera. Every time he saw you all together his stomach ached from the discomfort and jealousy he felt seeing that you seemed like a perfect family. As if he was always meant to be this way as if he and Helaena didn't exist. He hated to see how natural Aegon looked with his children. He hated the softness in your eyes every time you looked at his brother with the children. He hated when Baelon laughed at Aegon's silly faces. He hated when Baelon burst into tears when he separated him from Aegon. He hated to see Aemon so comfortable in Aegon's arms. They are his family, not Aegon's.

"What?" you said totally surprised.

"I'm not stupid. I see how you look at Aegon. Before the war, you didn't look at him like that." Aemond could see the surprise in your eyes as if you hadn't even realized it yourself. "My mother told me how close you two became in the war."

When you gave birth Aegon was by your side, it was he who held your hand and gave you strength when you thought of giving up. Aegon was the one who helped you calm the cries of the twins at night. Aegon was the one who listened to you and I don't judge you, but he made sure that you understood that you weren't a bad mother when you confessed to him that even though you loved your children, sometimes you wished they hadn't been born because you wanted to go back to your brothers. Aegon was the one who saw you at your worst when Jacaerys died. He was the one who ordered that the twins not be taken away from you when Alicent and Otto claimed that you were unstable and could hurt them after you tried to kill yourself, unable to bear the pain and guilt of Jace's death.

Alice was not lying. You and Aegon were always close, perhaps drifting apart for a time in your teens when Aegon's drinking problem worsened, but became closer in the war. The two supported each other. You couldn't hate him, it didn't matter that he had usurped your mother's throne, it was impossible to hate him when he saw the pain that the death of little Jaehaerys brought him. You saw him alone and you couldn't stand it, you accompanied him in his duel and you treated him as always, you offered him some humanity while the rest of the world only seemed to care that he was the king who had to win a war.

And when Aemond left, for the first time you felt alone in your own home, you were surrounded by enemies. You weren't locked in the black cells but it was obvious that you were a prisoner, there were always guards outside your door and you couldn't go anywhere without them. Something told you that if you weren't pregnant with Aemond's child then Otto Hightower would have had you killed. They let you live but it was clear that no one wanted the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Then Aegon returned the favor, he accompanied you in your solitude. Every time he had a free space from royal duties he would come to see you. On sleepless nights you two always had each other's company. You and Aegon knew that when one of you couldn't sleep you could always knock on the other's door and there would be no problem. At dawn they submerged remembering their childhood and the good times before the war. Sometimes Jaehaera was even with you—since the death of her twin, it was hard for her to sleep and when she did, it wasn't for many hours at a time—on those nights you and Aegon tried to make her sleep by making up stories. It was funny because Aegon could come up with things that didn't make the slightest bit of sense.

When Daemon and your mother took over King's Landing, you were so scared for Aegon. You felt your breath come back when you heard that he had managed to escape before they could capture him. You prayed every day for his safety and well-being. There wasn't a day you didn't think of him. But that doesn't mean you'll love him romantically right? Anyone would be worried about a family member.

Aegon was your greatest support during the dark times. He was the only one who could bring you some joy together with your children. Your heart always warmed when you saw him with Jaehaera, Maelor, Baelon, and Aemon. He didn't have to take care of the twins but he was always ready to ease your load and help you with your babies.

It was normal for your love for your uncle to deepen after seeing him soothe your children's cries, sing to them and talk to them despite never getting a response from the babies, and watching him play with Maelor and them. How could you hate him when he treated your kids like his? How could you hate him when he always looked out for you and was ready to come to your defense? When he was the only person who comforted you and understood your pain?

But you weren't in love, were you? Did you ever think about what it might have been like if you had married him? Yes, but you blamed the wine. You weren't thinking straight. You only love Aemond. Do you love Aegon? Yes, but not in a romantic way.

Was there a moment when you got more excited about meeting Aegon again than Aemond? Yes, but that was when you thought your husband had cheated on you and before Aegon murdered your mother. When he returned to King's Landing, a part of you wanted to hug him and be by his side, you wanted to return to his safety and the early morning together. But you took it upon yourself to bury deep down any kind of love you felt for him. Aegon murdered your mother, traumatized your little brother, and imprisoned your cousin. You couldn't love him. So you ignored Aegon and focused on comforting your brother and trying to fix your marriage.

You didn't marry Aegon because you were in love, you only married to keep the peace and prevent the war from continuing. You don't have any romantic feelings for Aegon…So why do you feel guilty every time you kiss him? Why do you always crave his touch as much as he craves yours?

"I love Aegon," you said more to yourself than to Aemond. You took another moment of silence to assimilate your discovery "I'm sorry" you apologized feeling like a hypocrite. You got angry with him when you thought he had been unfaithful and during all that time you had fallen in love with another man. "I love you both" you assured him instantly as you moved closer to him. You felt relieved to see that he didn't move away from you "To be honest I didn't realize it until you said it"

"I regret telling you" he growled and you bit your lip thinking what to say next to leave him alone.

"This doesn't mean that things will change between us." Aemond looked at you, raising an eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "I mean, it doesn't have to be a bad change. My feelings for you remain the same."

"So you won't leave me out?"

The question took you by surprise "Of course not." You instantly replied, "You are my husband and I love you." You kissed him tenderly, hoping to show him at least a part of how much you loved him.” I would never leave you aside. I could hardly bear to be without you when you went to Harrenhal” you said causing a small smile to appear on the prince's lips.

"I don't like the idea of sharing you, much less with Aegon," he admitted, making you wince. "But I know I have no other choice. I don't want you to be unhappy. So I'm willing to accept some sort of deal. Just promise me that I won't be your Visenya."

“There is no Visenya in this. I only have two Rhaenys" You kissed him again "Thank you for trying to understand. I know it's not easy” You caressed his cheek.

“You know that I will always make an effort for you”

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[gayofthefae]

I just realized Buck says that he has a consistent flaw of jealousy and insecurity like that, and he does,....but it has never once been an issue in his romantic relationships.

He and Abby broke up because she left, their relationship itself was going well. He and Ali broke up because she couldn't handle the risks of his job. He and Taylor broke up because she was prioritizing her job too much and their main issues occurred in an episode where he felt unwanted by Eddie. He and Natalia broke up because their interests didn't align.

He's had this issue present in platonic ways in the firefam too, so to say that this doesn't become an issue in his relationships is to say they're not serious, to the audience or to him. He never cared enough to be jealous.

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"A Serbian website, kurir.rs, interviewed Zoran Bihać during his visit to Belgrade's FEST film festival. Among others, Zoran discusses Rammstein, his work with the band and Till's solo projects, provides details on why he stopped working with Rammstein explains the story behind the videos for "Platz Eins" and "Till the End". He also shares an intimate story of Till Lindemann's visit to his mother's house. Excerpts:

"Till pushed me, I pushed him, we were a perfect symbiosis, but a bit brutal. I worked with him honestly and wholeheartedly, and he with me. What he's doing now with other people is like Rammstein from Ali Express. He sees that too, but he only says it out loud when he gets drunk."

"When he went into a solo project, it was in a way the breakup with Rammstein. That's why I wanted to do videos for his independent project in a completely different way. I made a music video for the song "Praise Abort" with a message explaining that situation. The video starts with "Rammstein Till" and then "solo Till" comes in with a pig face and kicks him off the stage. A lot of people didn't understand that. After working on Till's solo project, the other members of the band told me that I would no longer do Rammstein videos. They couldn't handle Till's success without them. So they decided to stop working with me. Till knew that, but I didn't, that was the price I had to pay."

"People only see what is brutal, the scenes from that video ("Till the End" - ed. note) are images from their nightmares. They don't see what I wanted to say with such a video. It is a story about a man who is always hungry and, no matter how much he eats, he cannot be satisfied. And he is the loneliest man in the world and he cannot find the love he is looking for. A lot of people understood that, but we didn't want to offend anyone with erotica, but only to cause a shock. It created a lot of problems for me in Germany, several jobs were cancelled."

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[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart VI

Jaenara was waiting in the great chamber staring into the fire for Aemond's return, it had been a rough few moons, and aemond had kept to his promise and taken Jaenara night and day as well as keeping her trapped in the solar. The last time she was out was when her nameday arrived just around the corner, jaenara was relieved, to say the least when aemond told her of the celebration that viserys wanted to throw for her. She couldn't help but be giddy, after so long she was finally going to see her family.

It felt as if a large stone was lifted from her back making her able to breathe again, nothing could deter her excitement, not aemond, no one. She was so excited to see alys again and her aunt, she had been sending letters but she had yet to have one sent back to her making her wonder if they were mad at her. She wished she could have visited them, she had tried to leave the solar once by breaking the handle of the door only to find Ser Ashford and Ser Krey there standing guard in the corridor.

She remembered the disappointment that spread through her heart and the anger that soon replaced it when Ser Ashford shut the door in her face with a sneer.

But, like everything else that goes bad in her life, a day before her nameday she got a letter from her mother telling her that their family wouldn't be able to make it. It put a damper on her mood, and she spent the whole night sulking at the table while all the lords and ladies danced and had fun.

Deep down Jaenara only wanted her family to come to console her aunt about aemond, and possibly take her back home to Dragonstone.

Jaenara sighed looking away from the fire, she put the palm of her hands against her eyes as she started feeling herself get sleepy. She shook her head trying to stay awake, she needed to stay awake for aemond, hopefully, he get here soon. She thought his lateness would benefit her, and prepare her for what she was going to tell aemond when he came, she hoped he finally is pleased with what she had to say.

The sharp snap of the door made Jaenara flinch, she got up and turned towards her husband, and a sick feeling made its way into Jaenara's gut as she looked at Aemond's callous face. Aemond walks further inside his attention on the letter in his hand, he looks disgruntled and a bit sad.

"Husband." Jaenara greeted softly.

Aemond didn't acknowledge her as he stopped and kept his gaze on the letter, jaenara bit her bottom lip anxious, she was curious to know what it was on that letter that made Aemond look so angry.

"Aemond...I have news." Jaenara says fidgeting with her fingers as she watches Aemond warily, but it seems Aemond didn't hear or just ignoring her, he does that sometimes, "Aemond--"

"What," He pique making Jaenara clamp her lips shut from his heated glare.

Jaenara didn't say anything as she dipped her chin, he was angry and whatever it was that was on the letter made him that way, she knew he was going to be in a sour mood for the remainder of his stay. Maybe, it was best to tell him tomorrow, when he calm down.

"Nothing." She looks up at him, "Just wanted to say, I wish you a goodnight, husband." She said walking up to him, Aemond watched her closely as if at any moment she might pounce, but she just walked past him a headed to her chamber.

She prayed he wouldn't fellow, pray that he was too angry to lay with her, she couldn't handle an angry aemond right now, especially during intercourse. 

"Wait." He commanded, Jaenara stopped just a couple of steps behind him.

She turned to look at her husband to see him clenching the letter in his fist, Aemond was facing her when he began to walk toward her. Jaenara looked away from Aemon when she caught his eye, but Aemond's hand went to her jaw making her look at her.

"Do not think I forgot about you, dove." He said, sending a chill down her spine, "I expect you ready for me once I am finished." Jaenara swallowed as she wondered what he meant.

"I...Aemond, I do not feel very well--" Jaenara gasped when aemond's hand squeezed her jaw painfully, Aemond let out a growl as he stared down at his wife. 

"Do not start, woman. I am in no mood for your perversity, nor am I in the mood for your griping." Jaenara stumbled forward putting her hand on Aemond's wrist, "Now, do as I say, and wait for me in your chamber." He finally let go of her, jaenara's hand went to her jaw looking at her husband as she rubbed her jaw, aemond didn't spare the princess another look as he looked back at the paper in his clenches.

Jaenara was in no mood to deal with him either, she didn't summon him here for his company but to finally put an end to this nightmare.

"Aemond--"

"Are you still here?" He asked harshly looking at her again, Aemond was already dealing with a pressing issue and it seemed this cretinous creature he had the misfortune of marrying was giving him a headache.

"I-I just thought since my condition, we would take a break and talk." Aemond raised a brow at her with an exasperated look, jaenara's teeth gaw at her bottom hoping that he take the bait.

"What condition." He grits out.

Jaenara exhaled softly before taking a step closer to Aemond, the young prince squinted at her before catching her wrist when she moved her hand up to push her hair behind her ear. Jaenara looked at his hand on her wrist before looking back at him, she swallowed the lump in her throat before moving her other hand to gently touch his wrist before rubbing her thumb over his pulse making him look down at the gesture.

"The maester visited. I would have thought he would have spread the news." Aemond looks at Jaenara expectantly with frown brows.

"And what news would that be." Jaenara gave Aemond a small smile, Aemond let go of her wrist as Jaenara pulled at his hand and placed his palm against her stomach, Aemond gulped as he looked down at his hand.

"He confirmed it." Aemond glances up at Jaenara, "I am pregnant with your child, Aemond." Jaenara watched Aemond carefully as he looked back down at his hand against her stomach.

Jaenara's heart pounded against her ribcage nervously as she waited for Aemond to say something, his hand moving along her stomach noticing the small curve.

"How far?" He whispered still looking down in wonder.

"3 moons." Aemond look at her making her give a bashful smile, "I wanted to wait a little long just in case..." She said looking down at her feet.

Jaenara flinched slightly at Aemond hooking his finger under her chin to make her look at him, the young prince surprised himself when he pulled Jaenara forward for a kiss, and Jaenara's eyes widened at the soft lips that were her husband's. She couldn't remember the last time he ever kissed her, that's a lie the last time he kissed her was at their wedding, but the gentle kiss had Jaenara leaning in making aemond wrap his arm around her shoulder pulling her against him. Jaenara couldn't help but melt into the kiss, this was all she ever wanted, her sweet husband, the man who captured her heart and showed her his tenderness and love.

Aemond pulled away making Jaenara stare up at him daze as she clung to him, jaenara fluttered her eyelashes as aemond brushed the tip of his nose against the side of her face.

"You have no idea...how happy you made me," He whispered after pressing a kiss to her hairline.

Jaenara was taken by surprise again when Aemond dropped to his knee to come face to face with her stomach, she couldn't help the smile that came on her face when Aemond gazed at her stomach in awe and cooed as he talked to their babe.

"So...Does this mean I can leave the solar, now?" Jaenara asked meekly, Aemond looked up at her with a look that she couldn't work out.

Jaenara became rigid when Aemond stood from his knee, she shied away when his hand came up to caress her hair.

"Yes, dove." Jaenara exhaled relieved, "You should be out feeling the sun and getting fresh air for the babe," A small smile made its way up to Aemond's lip as she looked down and rubbed her belly, "...I can't wait to tell Mother, she gonna be over the moon." He said slightly giddy.

Jaenara drone, she forgot that they had to tell Alicent, she didn't want anyone to know at the moment. It still felt too early to tell Aemond.

"What's wrong, dove." Jaenara looked at Aemond as he stared at her with a hint of concern, making something deep inside Jaenara flutter.

"I don't want to tell your mother or anyone else for that matter," Jaenara sighs lowly, "I don't want to give anyone hopes up, I was already contemplating on telling you today. I just don't want to be a disappointment again." Aemond frowns feeling a ping of guilt on Jaenara's crestfallen face, he moves his hand to cover Jaenara's hand on her stomach.

"If you wish to wait, we will wait."

"Really?" Jaenara asked surprised, Aemond nodded his head.

"Of course. My mother will understand, but for now, you get some rest and relax." Jaenara smiled gratefully at Aemond.

"Thank you, husband." Jaenara leans up on her tippy toes catching Aemond by surprise as she presses a gentle kiss to his cheek with the scar, when she pulls away she sees how his cheeks grow a light pink.

She bowed her head walking around him, Aemond watched her before looking down at the letter in his balled hand.

"Jaenara." He called looking up at her as she stopped by her door to look at him with a curious look, "Maybe. If you want...I could join you and we can think of names for the babe." Jaenara looked at Aemond with a surprised look before she smiled and nodded.

"That would be most appreciated, husband," Jaenara says trying to refrain from smiling even bigger, Aemond gives a small smile.

"You go ahead. I must take care of something." Jaenara bows her head before continuing inside her room leaving the door open for Aemond.

The young prince played with the balled letter in his hand as he walked over to the fireplace, he looked at the fire that laminated his face, Aemond opened the letter to reread the words his lover sent him.

...I will not return to King's Landing, Aemond, I will not continue to go back and forth from home and there just so you can fuck me and send me away. I deserve better than to be your whore, this a goodbye aemond...

Aemond's heart broke the first time he read it and it hurts still, he wishes she knew how much it pains him that he made her feel like just a whore. But, he had no choice but to have her come back and forth, his mother wouldn't allow her to live in the castle even though she would have been living in his chamber. Too risky, she said. If rumors of Aemond, the good child, being unfaithful to his wife got out, Alicent fears that it would make their house look bad.

Aemond sighs, he tosses the letter into the fire watching it slowly burn. He may never see his lover again, but at least he has Jaenara and the babe. They will distract his broken heart for now, hopefully by the time the babe comes, alys willing fold and come visit him in King's Landing.                            

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

During the past four moons, Aemond and Jaenara have found themselves spending a lot of time together. With the news of Jaenara's pregnancy, their bond grew closer with each passing day. Aemond made a conscious effort to support and protect Jaenara, accompanying her on long walks under the pale moonlight, talking into the late hours of the night, and sharing moments of tenderness and care. Together, they ventured into the realm of parenthood, discussing hopes and fears for the future, and making plans for their growing family.

Despite the challenges and uncertainties, Aemond and Jaenara found solace in each other's presence during this time of change. Their shared experiences have forged a deep, unbreakable connection between them, as they eagerly anticipate the arrival of their child, unified by their love and commitment to each other.

Jaenara thanked the gods for blessing her with her child and making Aemond love her again, it took a while for her to truly let Aemond back in and she was happy she did.

So, when she woke up alone in bed, her heart sank reminding her of the last time she woke up alone, but she shook those thoughts away as she carefully got out of bed, jaenara puffed out as she put her hand on her large belly. She slipped into her flats before waddling to her door, confused and anxious, she walked to her door hoping to seek him out. 

But, rather than seeing Aemond in the great chamber, she sees Enith holding a tray in her hands, "Good Morning, Enith. Have you seen, Aemond?" Jaenara asked standing on the threshold of her door looking at the solar for her husband before looking back at the woman.

Enith's hesitant demeanor made Jaenara furrow her brows as she watched her, a sick feeling in her gut made Jaenara sway as the silence was becoming deafening.

"Enith?" The handmaiden looks from the floor to Jaenara.

"Uh, I haven't seen him this morning, m'lady." She replied, walking up to Jaenara before sliding past her to get inside the room.

Jaenara narrowed her eyes and followed after closing the door behind her, she watched as Enith set the tray on the aemond side.

"Do you have a clue where he is?" She asked again, Enith took a short moment to answer making Jaenara grow suspicious.

"...umm, no...but I could ask around." Enith suggested nervously, jaenara glanced down as Enith played with her skirt before looking back at her.

"Where is my husband, Enith," Jaenara asked crossing her arms over her chest, Enith looked at Jaenara with wide eyes before shrugging her shoulders.

"I-I just told you--"

"What is wrong with you?" Jaenara asked causing Enith to become tongue-tied, "You are acting skittish, are you hiding something from me?" Enith gulped before shaking her head.

"Of course not--"

"Then, where is my husband, you must know something if your acting this way." Enith didn't know what to say, jaenara had become rather observant lately, and the young princess seemed more aware of certain nowadays, "Fine. If you won't tell me then I guess I will have to find out myself." Jaenara turned on her heels making Enith snap back to reality.

"No, wait." Enith nearly screams causing Jaenara to look back at her with a raised brow, Enith sighs sadly before rubbing her hands on her skirt nervously.

"He is in his chamber," Enith said dreary.

Jaenara furrowed her brows at Enith's words, her husband was in his chamber which wasn't surprising nor worrying.

Jaenara scoffed making Enith look at her mistress, "In his chamber? By the gods, Enith. I thought you were going to say something bad, in his chamber." Jaenara shook her head humorous smile as she walked to her side of the bed.

Enith bites her tongue not wanting to finish her sentence, she helps Jaenara onto the bed before taking a seat at the edge. She watched as Jaenara picked berries from the bowl and popped them into her mouth, soon Enith started up a convention trying to distract her mistress from her missing husband.                              

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

After Aemond didn't come back to Jaenara's chamber, she couldn't help but worry about her husband and what he was doing. It was unlike him to be gone for so long without sending word. As the week passed, her concern grew deeper, and she found herself falling into a dark void of fear and uncertainty, unable to shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest.

She tried to convince herself that Aemond was simply caught up in some important matter or had lost track of time, but her instincts told her otherwise. She knew her husband well, and something felt off about his absence.

As the days wore on, Jaenara found herself spiraling, her thoughts consumed by anger and despair. She tried going for a walk to clear her mind but was stopped by Ser Ashford and Ser Krey, she was confined in the solar again on aemond's command, jaenara shook her head at the knights.

"For how long?" She questioned them impatiently, they both glanced at each other before looking at her.

"He did not say." Ser Ashford replied, jaenara scowled and crossed her arms.

"I can not stay in this solar, the babe and I need fresh air." She said.

"Open a window." Ser Ashford said tersely with an eye roll, he reached to close the door but Jaenara's hand caught the other handle.

"All I wish is to go for a walk, please, it won't even be for that long." She pleads looking between the men, Ser Krey gives a sympathetic look before looking at Ser Ashford, but the older man ignores the look Krey is giving him.

"No. The prince's orders." He said gruffly making Jaenara pleading eyes turn to glare.

"Well, I am the princess and I wish to go for a fucking walk." She snapped catching both knights off guard, Ser Krey looked between the princess and Ashford as they glared at each other.

Ser Krey stepped between the two and looked at Jaenara with a sincere look.

"I am sorry, princess, but not tonight, maybe tomorrow." Jaenara looked at Krey with a dangerous look making the young knight splutter, "A-And if you wish I can talk to the prince about letting you go for a walk, I am sure if I mention it's for the babe, he would do it, don't you think?" Jaenara thought for a minute, she glanced at Ser Ashford who was still glaring at her, and she sneered looking back at Krey.

"Fine." She said tersely, Krey sighed out of relief before he could say anything else, jaenara slammed the door in their faces.

After that whole ordeal, jaenara's anger turned to despair and desperation, and she missed Aemond lying next to her. She missed his soft kisses, his soothing voice when he read to her, and the babe in high valyrian, even though she was mad at him she still missed his presence around the solar. It seems the only thing that could get her to rest is crying herself to sleep, and she knows, she knows she shouldn't be worrying herself, especially with how close the baby is coming.

Jaenara wiped at her eyes as the door to her room was opened, she looked up to see Enith coming in with an emerald gown.

"What is that?" She sniffs.

"It's your gown to the jubilee," Enith says coming towards the bed and laying the dress out, jaenara frowns glancing at the dress before looking at Enith.

"Jubilee? When is it?" Enith looked at Jaenara with raised bows.

"Tonight," she drawls out, "Did no one tell you?" Jaenara gave her a look.

"And due tell who would have told me this news, Enith. The useless knights or my absent husband." Enith bit her bottom lip as she tried not to smile, she was beginning to like this jaenara, and she gave her mistress an apologetic look before taking a seat next to her, "Do I have to go?" Jaenara asked with a sullen look.

"The queen demands it," Enith says.

Jaenara rolled her eyes before looking down at her belly, she caressed the top feeling a flutter making her smile a bit.

"I can always tell the queen, you not feeling well, my lady." Jaenara drones glancing away from her belly to the emerald gown on the bed.

"No..." She starts, "I'll go but I'm not wearing that gown." She says scootching out of her bed with Enith following suit.

"Okay, what gown did you have in mind." Jaenara looked at the new gowns that aemond brought her, she looked through the various colors and fabrics before stopping at a pretty crimson one that reminded her of a portrait of rhaenys targaryen.

"I think this one will do." Jaenara pulled out the long gown before smiling over at Enith who looked at the gown in awe.

"I think it will do more than just do." Enith giggles taking the gown from Jaenara and heading toward the bed.

As Jaenara took a seat online one of the settees, her hand resting on her belly thinking, she wondered if she saw Aemond.                    

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Jaenara was proud of herself for choosing the perfect crimson gown to wear to the jubilee, the deep red fabric hugging her baby bump in all the right places. As she entered the great hall, every eye turned to her, admiring her radiant beauty as she made her way to the table where her extended family was seated.

But as she approached, Jaenara's smile faltered. Aemond, her husband, was standing next to a woman with striking black hair, engaged in an animated conversation. Jealousy and suspicion gnawed at Jaenara's heart as she watched the pair, and she felt a surge of discomfort as she realized just how close they were standing to one another.

Trying to shake off her unease, Jaenara joined her family at the table, plastering on a smile and exchanging pleasantries as she tried to ignore the way Aemond and the dark-haired woman kept stealing glances in her direction.

"Jaenara, you look absolutely beautiful," Alicent complimented making Jaenara give her a gracious smile, "But, what happened to the gown I picked out for you?" Alicent asked.

"Oh, you sent me a dress?" Jaenara asked pretending like she didn't know.

"Yes, a gorgeous green gown with jewels around the neckline and wrist, I gave it to your handmaiden." Jaenara made a show of realization before she took a seat beside her younger cousin, Daeron.

"Oh, yes, I saw it pretty dress, but I did not feel like it was for me." She said nonchalantly. 

"Mmmm." Alicent hummed as her sweet smile nearly faltered, she turned away from the girl to take a sip of her wine.

Jaenara glanced away from her step-grandmother to look at Aemond and his guest, they were at the end of the table still talking. She glances away feeling her hands get clammy making her wring out her fingers, she distracts herself with Daeron, who pulls her into a conversation about her dragon, Vermithor.

"...I heard from Mother that you and alys went into Dragonmont to claim your dragons, were you scared?" The young boy asked making Jaenara smirk.

"I was terrified but Alyaena..." Jaenara trail off thinking about her friend, "...well Alyaena wasn't scared, she was brave and she saved my life." Daeron's eyes widen in admiration.

"Wow." He said wonderstruck causing a low giggle to come from Jaenara, "I wish I was as brave as her." Daeron said deflating a little, jaenara put her hand on Daeron's shoulder giving him a sweet smile.

"I'm sure there is a brave bone inside you somewhere, you just have to wait for it to show its face." Daeron smiled back at Jaenara before they were interrupted.

Aemond cleared his throat catching his brother and wife's attention, he glanced at Jaenara who was looking past him at the people dancing on the floor before looking at his younger brother.

"It's getting late, daeron. You should go off to bed." The youngest targaryen frowns at his older brother.

"But, I'm not tired." He whines making Aemond give him a look.

"Mother's orders." He said tersely, jaenara looked at Daeron who pouted, she leaned close to Daeron making the boy look at her.

"If I were you I escape before they start talking politics, I know I would give my left leg just so I don't have to listen to them talk non-stop about boring politics." Jaenara pulled a face making Daeron consider her words, he hated politics they always made him want to go to sleep.

"On second thought, I am feeling a bit tired," Jaenara gives a small smirk as she watch Daeron push back his chair and get up, "Goodnight, Jaenara. Goodnight, Aemond. And good luck." Jaenara covered her mouth with her fingers as she hid her chuckle, Daeron waved back at Jaenara and aemond as he was escorted to his room by a knight.

Jaenara turned her eyes away from the youngest targaryen to her half-eaten plate, a sudden body pressed her side making her glance at Aemond, she looked away trying to find the dark-haired woman he was talking to just hours ago. She turned her eyes to the floor to find her, she watched as the woman was being twirled by a man, jaenara side-eyed aemond to see him watching the dancers as well. She notices how he clenches his jaw before glancing down at his hand on the table that he flexes into a fist before opening his hand, jaenara sighs low putting her hand on her belly.

She looks at the dark-haired woman as she laughs and flips her hair, her heart skips when she makes eye contact with her, jaenara looks away before pushing back her chair. As she stood, Aemond's hand caught her wrist making her look at him.

"Where are you going." He asked, his attention still focused on the floor.

"My chamber." When she pulled her arm, Aemond's gripe tightened a bit before he turned his gaze away from the woman.

"You must stay and keep me company," He said with a glint in his eye, "Leaving now when I just took a seat seems a bit rude, don't you think." Jaenara raises a brow at her husband before glancing around.

"You know what is also rude, husband," Jaenara says looking back to Aemond find him staring at the woman again.

"Mmmm, what." He said remiss, a pit inside Jaenara ignited at his diversion, and she moved her hand over his wrist gently caressing it and making him look at her.

"Having a husband like you that abandons his pregnant wife for days on end, without a word." Jaenara dug her nail into Aemond's wrist over his pulse causing him to hiss before she shove his hand off her.

She absconded away causing Aemond to get up out of his seat with a scowl, he heard someone clear their throat making him turn to see his mother give him a look. Aemond swallowed down his anger and marched after Jaenara, it didn't take long to catch up with her, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of sight of the guests.

"Do not touch me." Jaenara chided pulling her arms away from aemond as they stood hidden away behind the pillars.

"How dare you--" Aemond growled.

"How dare I what?" She snapped looking at him with so much anger that could make even the dead shake in their coffins.

Aemond was taken back by his wife's tone for a second before his face twisted into a scowl and put his finger in her face, "Have you lost your mind, talking to me like this--" Jaenara gave an eye roll before turning her back to her husband, Aemond splutter at her action and grab her elbow before she could take another step.

Jaenara turned back slapping Aemond's hand from her arm, the young prince gave her a look that told her he was getting fed up.

"Jaenara." He grits angrily through his teeth, "Whatever is going on with you, you better fix it quickly before you make me do something I might regret." Jaenara scoffs a chuckles out making Aemond tilt his head to the side as he stares at her.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." She mocked making Aemond clench his jaw, "I doubt whatever you do to me is not going to be worse than having me locked in a room all by myself worried sick about you."

Aemond stood quiet, he glanced away mildly ashamed. He didn't mean to leave her there all by herself when he got word that Alys returned to King's Landing. He couldn't help himself but go to her.

"Jaenara--" Jaenara put her hand up stopping him.

"I don't care. Whatever you gonna say I don't care." Aemond frowned slightly at the defeat in Jaenara's voice, "Just go back to your lady friend and leave me be." Aemond swallowed as he watched her walk away from him, he looked over at the crowd of dancers and saw Alys happily dancing with another man, oblivious of his absence.

Aemond caught up with Jaenara catching her hand causing her to snatch it away as if it were a hot stone, she looked back at him annoyed as she hid her sadness, why was he still bothering her?

"Aemond, I am not in the mood. Go back to the celebration--" She commanded, the tone hard and tense, making a stir appear in Aemond'a's stomach before he brushed it away.

"Not without you." Jaenara rolled her eyes.

"I told you I'm going my chamber--"

"Then, I will accompany you."

It was Jaenara's turn to clench her jaw, she didn't want him near her, why was that so hard for him to understand?

"As sweet as that is, aemond. I would rather return to my chamber alone." Jaenara glared at Aemond as he caught her hand again, he tightened his grip when she tried to pull away.

"For god's sake, jaenara. Stop acting like a  brat." The words rang in her head like a bell, echoing in her mind, causing her to glare at Aemond once again.

"The only brat I see is you, my prince." She spat, "Why don't you go back to your whore, I'm sure she's missing you by now." Aemond's hold loosened making Jaenara pull her hand away.

His hand twitched by his side as a thought passed through his mind, Aemond swallowed down his indignant choosing to ignore what Jaenara said about his lover, and instead took a step forward making Jaenara take a step back, Aemond sighed and looked away before looking back at her with the sincerest look he could muster.

"Jaenara...she is no one." He says, making Jaenara roll her eyes before casting her eyes sadly away.

"I'm not blind. I see the way you look at her." She said quietly, "It's nowhere near the way you look at me, she must be someone really special." She looks back at him to see Aemond with a small frown.

"...she is--was...but she means nothing to me now."

Jaenara dipped her chin, she couldn't believe it or maybe she did, it would explain why he changed so quickly and where he had been in the last couple of weeks. Jaenara's heart grew heavy, she wondered how long it had been going on, was that woman the only one or did Aemond have more paramours around? Was it her name that he called that night during their rendezvous?

"Go to her." She whispered making Aemond furrow his brows.

"What?"

Jaenara looked back at him with tears in her eyes, a flicker of pain stabbed him in his heart at her distraught features.

"You love her, so go to her. I won't stop you." Aemond glanced away from her, jaenara took a step closer making him look back at her as she stared up at him with pleading eyes, "Just do one thing for me, please..." She asked making Aemond's frown deepen, "...let me go," Aemond looked at her dumbfounded, before staring at her with an uneasy look.

"Jaenara--"

"Don't please." She stopped him making him purse his lips, "I know what happens to a woman who is put into a loveless marriage, they become depressed, sad, angry, bitter, resentful individuals." Jaenara sighs shaking her head, "My mother..." Jaenara stopped herself as she trailed off, aemond looked at her worried before she continued, "My mother was a bitter woman, she resented my aunt and uncle's love for each other, and that made it hard to live with her." She looks at Aemond with sadness.

"I...I don't want to end up like my mother, I do not wish to turn my hatred onto our child because you couldn't love me back." Jaenara swallowed and reached to grab aemond's hand with both of her hands and placed them over her heart, Aemond looked at his hands and hers before looking at Jaenara," So I ask, no, beg you husband to spare me, spare me the heartache and misery, and if can not do it for me then our child." She gently begged.

Aemond was speechless. He couldn't form the right words to say to her, he loved Alys, she was his whole world but she left him and he tried to move on and when she came back it was like he was under a spell and he needed to see her. Aemond could understand what Jaenara was saying, after all his father did the same to his mother in a way, and his mother put so much pressure on him and his siblings.

Just look at Aegon, the man was a waste of space and didn't deserve to be considered to be next line for the throne. Then, there's Helaena, his sweet Helena, she had no choice but to marry their idiot of a brother just to make aegon seem more appealing to people. And finally, there was him, the good brother, the scholar, the one who lost an eye and became a hideous monster no one can love, until Alys anyway.

But, he couldn't go against his mother, out of everybody in the castle, he was the only one that she could depend the most on. He had to think about his family's reputation and his own, if he wanted to keep the peace between their families.

Aemond bowed his head so he leaned his forehead against Jaenara's, he let out a soft sigh as he brought his other hand up to cup her jaw. Jaenara closed her eyes, can't help but lean into aemond's touch, why was it so easy to melt into him?

Aemond brought his lips to her temple before whispering in her ear.

"My loyalty lies with you, not her not anymore--" Jaenara tried to pull back but Aemond brought her hands against his chest and his other hand mother to the side of her neck.

"Aemond--" She whined looking away as she tried to pull away not wanting to hear his lies.

"Please, dove." He begs to make me look back at him, he looks so genuine, "Please, let me escort you back to our chamber, let me be with you and our child." Jaenara stared at him thinking what she should do.

She didn't trust aemond to not break her again, she wanted so badly to believe him. But, he was with her. All this time while she was alone and worried, he was with her, doing things only they should be doing. While that woman gets the sweet and soft aemond, jaenara must endure the cold and mean him. How is that fair? How can he make love to his paramour, but fucks her like some whore he found in a brothel. None of this is fair. She doesn't deserve to be put through this--

"I love you, dove." Jaenara flutters her lashes as she snaps out of her daze to look at Aemond, "I am so sorry for being a fool and allowing myself to lose sight of you and our family, I will forever live in shame that I hurt you and brought you pain." Aemond's hand landed on her belly making her stomach churn as he rubbed it gently, "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please let me earn it back, let me be the man that you deserve...that our child deserves." Jaenara couldn't help the tears that blurry her vision, she put her hands on her face trying not to sob, she didn't know why she was crying his words did little to assure her.

"Come now, let me take you to bed." Jaenara couldn't form words so she nodded, making aemond wrap his arm around her shoulder and guide her toward the exit.

As he was about to leave he looked over his shoulder to see Alys looking at him with a small frown as she stood in the middle of the floor while everyone else continued to dance, Aemond swallowed and turned his head away, guiding Jaenara out of the great hall with a clenched heart.

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On-Going Fics

you're under my skin (burning in my bloodstream)

steddie | rockstar au | explicit | 40k+ | 3/7

Read it Here Steve's not sure why he keeps betting on things with Robin when he knows he's going to lose. Except this time the bet ends up with him getting his nipple pierced and it seems like the guy who's about to run a needle through his skin is hotter than Steve expected and he's having trouble keeping it together. But after a charged first encounter, Steve has no way to get in touch with Eddie and thinks he lost his chance until he runs into him in the most unexpected of places and finds out Eddie is a lot more than Steve initially thought. OR; Eddie gives Steve a piercing and Steve is clueless about his true identity.

If I fall for you, I'll never recover

steddie | supernatural elements | explicit | 30k+ | 7/10

Read it Here Befriending Dustin Henderson and the party come with the added bonus of weekly family dinners at Steve Harrington's house, of all people. Eddie expects him to be a jerk but he is not. He's actually... Nice? It's a shock for him, too All of a sudden, it's like Steve is everywhere. It's like Eddie fits in with them in a way he never did before, and it feels nice, even if Steve is super territorial about the people he cares about. Eddie just didn't think he would ever be one of them. He also didn't think he would care so much about Steve. On some nights he even thinks this crush of his might be something else. Something that dangerously looks like love.

Completed fics under the cut

Steve Harrington's (not so) Secret Advent Calendar

steddie | christmas themed | explicit | 19k | One-Shot

Read It Here What do you mean friends don’t make friends super elaborated Advent Calendars just for the sake of it? Or; Eddie and Steve had been fooling around for a year when Steve decided it was time to make a move and make things official in the form of 24 presents right before Christmas.

To-Do: Eddie Munson

steddie | Modern AU | explicit | 14k | 4/4

Read it Here Steve started sending his to-do lists to famous rockstar Eddie Munson as sort of an inside joke. It wasn't like Eddie would ever look at the DMs from a no-one called Steve Harrington. Right? Or; Steve's been using Eddie Munson's DMs as his personal notes up until the day Eddie actually replies to him.

The World Ends With You

steddie | Apocalypse AU | Explicit | 70k | 13/13 | Steddie BigBang #019

Read it Here After the world ended and the undead creatures were everywhere, Steve Harrington survived by isolating himself. Completely alone in a house, he barely knows what to do when someone breaks in. Injured and alone, Eddie Munson slowly wins Steve’s trust as they navigate surviving together in the middle of the Apocalypse and their relationship grows into something Steve can’t quite understand. But just as he has his share of secrets, Eddie has some of his own and this might be enough to get in the way of whatever they were building together.

Just a Lost Boy (not ready to be found)

steddie | Stripper AU | Explicit | 90k | 12/12

Read it Here Steve desperately needed an out. He couldn't handle his own life anymore, he needed to leave everything he'd ever known behind. And yet, he couldn't. His husband wouldn't let him leave like that. Not when Steve felt like a prize to him, something to be owned. And Steve didn't have the money to leave him because he'd been dumb and trusting and in love. And then, there's Eddie. Who might be just another client but he makes Steve feels things and Steve doesn't want to fucking feel anything right now. He just wants to leave. OR; Stripper Steve meets Eddie at work and Eddie can be precisely what Steve needs. Can offer him the chance of leaving his own life behind, if Steve plays his cards right.

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Hot Take

BUCK IS THE BEST PERSON TO GIVE DATING ADVICE TO CHRIS, HEAR ME OUT.

Okay, I know we're all laughing about women fleeing Buck and how awful he is at relationships, but I don't feel like that's true.

First of all, just because a relationship ends, doesn't mean that it FAILED. Dating is as much about getting to know YOURSELF, what you want out of a relationship and what your own boundaries are as it is about getting to know the person you're dating. It's about growing, and learning from your mistakes, and I feel like Buck HAS done that. I'm not saying he's a perfect dater (the Taylor/Lucy thing, wtf was that?) but also, he has gotten better.

With Abby, he grew from fuckboy Firehose to someone that is considerate and thoughtful to his partner. (I don't LOVE that we credit Abby for his growth, since he was the one that made the initial boundary to not meet up right away because he didn't want to fall back into that sleep with anything that moves mindset, but she is mostly credited with it canonically, so we're going to use it.) Also, she didn't leave because Buck was a bad boyfriend or anything. She left because she needed to find herself after her mom died, and that's it.

With Ali too, she left because of his job, because she couldn't handle being with a first responder, which is a genuine concern for a LOT of people. It's hard to love someone with a dangerous job like that, and not know if they're going to come home at night. It had nothing to do with who Buck was as a boyfriend.

With Taylor, that whole relationship was a mess, IMO, them getting together when they did was a recipe for disaster. Obviously, Buck shouldn't have asked her to move in because he was scared to tell her about Lucy, but I'm not saying he's a PERFECT dater, I'm saying he's learning, and that's what's important. When he did admit to the kiss, Taylor is the one that decided that it wasn't a hard line for her, or she would have broken up with him, living together or not. It probably would have been awkward and complicated, but it was all of those things when they DID break up later in the series. From this relationship, Buck learned that it's better to be alone than it is to be with someone for the wrong reasons.

He has had a lot of growth from s1 to the end of s6, and that is clear in his dating.

Now, everyone that's saying Eddie should go to Bobby or Chim for advice, I'm going to say this: It's easy to date when you immediately find the person you're going to marry.

Let me be clear, I'm not saying that Madney & Bathena don't have their own struggles within their relationships, but Bobby and Chim got pretty luck, they found women that they clicked with and then eventually fell in love with almost as soon as they went looking.

When Bobby decided he was ready to move on from Marcy, the ONLY person we actually see him dating in the show is Athena, and they end up married.

After Tatiana leaves Chim, and he decides that he's going to be himself and look for a genuine connection, Maddie is conveniently placed in front of him.

I'm not saying that either of them are bad daters, or bad partners or anything, but we don't really SEE them date. Maybe it's because they're older and they already know what they're looking for and what they can and can't accept in a relationship, but realistically, it's wild to think that you're going to fall in love and get married to the first person that you find when you start dating. The majority of people have to date around and actually look to find the person they're meant to be with, not magically find them right out of the gate.

Especially for a FIRST first date, it's all about figuring out how dating works, what is and isn't expected and acceptable and navigating getting to know a new person, as well as yourself, and I think Buck is the clear best option when it comes to experience about women. He's had several girlfriends and also convinced only God knows how many people to sleep with him, so he's obviously charming, and pleasant to spend time within a romantic situation.

Also, God knows nobody is asking Eddie for dating advice, since the man only married his girlfriend bc she was pregnant and then had to be told (BY BUCK) that he deserved to be happy in a relationship instead of sticking it out for everyone else.

Anyway, this has been on my mind ever since that interview came out with everyone making fun of Eddie for going to Buck because he's had (based on what we're reading about Natalia's character) 4 "failed" relationships, but again, I truly believe that a relationship ending does not automatically mean it failed.

Also, Eddie goes to Buck because they're CO-PARENTS & SOULMATES but all of this other stuff too 😂

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #christopher diaz #buck x eddie #Buck is learning and that's what dating is all about #9-1-1 season 7 #9 1 1 abc #Eddie also just loves Buck and wants to share everything with him #so of course he's going to call his kid's second dad when said kid mentions going on his first date #they're going to freak out together like that summer camp arc #but way more because it's CANON that they're co-parents now #Ali Martin #abby clark #taylor kelly #This has been plaguing my mind for like a week and I needed to get it out #Stop making fun of Buck because it hasn't clicked that he's not straight and in love with his best friend yet lol

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Obviously, I'm just speculating, but taking from what Schneider said last year - I don't think the rest of the guys were ever jealous of Till's solo work. Why would they be? Especially after Emigrate. Richard and Till clearly need a bigger let out than Rammstein can provide, and if it doesn't interfere with Rammstein, then why not? But unlike Emigrate, Lindemann went on tour. Garnered negativity that reflected onto the band. And most importantly, unlike Richard, Till got further away from them. He didn't want to and couldn't spend more time with them as individuals and as a band member. He got a new friend group, new entourage, which integrated into Rammstein and put an even bigger wedge between them. Till even stopped flying with them! And that what might've caused resentment caused by fear. Is Till quitting Rammstein? Is he even still our friend?

And Richard had a fight with Zoran before the backstage bj video which btw was tasteless and lowkey offensive to the band and the crew. Mein Teil is a great video but they've made some masterpieces since then. None of which had to involve sado masochism veiling itself as "being misunderstood".

I've nothing against Till doing what he's doing, he has every right to it but I also believe that last years incident should've been a massive eye opener (not the fucking young women part. He made it very clear with his poem that he doesn't care what we think about that) but that if he wants Rammstein to continue, he cannot lead a double life. Richard managed to separate Rammstein-self and Emigrate-self whilst still maintaining both full time. Till completely failed that, clearly deeply hurting 5 other individuals in the process. It was easier for him to do what he wants and ice everyone out. It's better if they took a long, long break than ruin 30+ year relationship with silence.

As for Zoran. He's just bitter. If post Zoran Rammstein videos are Ali Express, then wtf does that make him? Because no one even knew of him before the band and certainly he's not making any headlines post band. His only saving grace was Till but even then, his Lindemann videos aren't even the best ones..

Hi and thank you for the time and effort you put into writing this out 👋

I will work my way through this message and will add some of my own thoughts to it - this will be subjectiv and not everyone has to agree with everything.

It is true that Till and Richard both needed an additional outlet for their creative processes - the difference is that Till treats his solo project like a normal band and likes to go on tour (Richard mentioned this in one interview once that touring is a vital part for Till's creative life), while Richard treats his more like a studio project. Going out, touring with a stage show like his, putting out videos in this very style which is seen as 'typical Till' by now I might say - all this can serve as a target for misunderstanding, resentment, problems in general.

I do sometimes wonder why he takes these risks (after last summer more than ever). I know he as an artist has his own visions and wants them to come to life, which is his right - but I sometimes ask myself if it's worth it. If it's worth it that others have to deal with the problems his work/behavious has caused. But then again: it's none of my business and he has the freedom to do as he pleases.

I used this ask as an impetus to read Schneider's statement again (something which still triggers me a bit and which i haven't done in over half a year), and Schneider writes this: "Till has distanced himself from us in recent years and created his own bubble. With his own people, his own parties, his own projects. That made me sad, definitely." While I never understood this as being criticism towards Till having his musical side project, I do see it as criticism on how he treats it and how he handles things around it - between the lines there is (at least from my point of view) definitely discontent and concern. So I do believe the band doesn't see anything wrong with having side projects (in Richard's case they were even happy and relieved about it), but maybe in the trend of side projects demanding too much attention or developping possible unpleasant characteristics/outgrowths.

One can only hope that the last year really served Till as a wake up call to overthink some structures which gained influence around him.

"It's better if they took a long, long break than ruin 30+ year relationship with silence." I'm honestly not sure about this and I don't know what good a break would do in this case - since seemingly nothing incriminating had happend, there's no reason for a break in this regard, and maybe, just maybe, it's good for the band to work together this year, in their anniversary year, to actually feel close to each other, to reminisce together, something in this regard.

Regarding Zoran: Like I said in the post I reblogged, I find it highly conceited of him to quite literally say that every thing that came after him music video-wise, every art work from another director is inferior to his work in its quality (hence the 'AliExpress' metaphor). If he really means it that way, it's quite laughable to be honest. In my opinion, he is resting too much on his laurels he garnered from 'Mein Teil' - which admittedly had an immense effect and gave us Frau Schneider, and from "saving" 'Mein Herz brennt', but to say that the music videos of 'Deutschland', 'Adieu' or 'Zeit' are below his standards is mind-boggling to me (if I understand his allusion correctly).

Zoran's Lindemann videos are not my taste, and saying he wanted to express lonliness and insatiableness with a porn-video seems hypocritical and sends out 'oh I'm an artist, of course nobody understands me correctly'-pick me vibes. I'm not surprised that a lot of people who respects their own work didn't want to work with someone anymore who made a project like 'Till the end'.

#rammstein #zoran bihac #till lindemann #ask #personal opinion #this is long and nobody will read my answer but this was interesting to think about again

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (10)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: drinking blood, violence ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond sent a messenger with a letter for Ser Criston. He needed him. He needed him like never before in several hundred years of his life. He knew that he couldn't handle what his future wife was going through alone. He couldn't leave her for a moment, and he had to replenish his blood supply, which was slowly running out.

Miss Whaterfield alternately howled in pain, slept a stony sleep, and then awoke, her eyes wide open and terrified. She couldn't get used to the fact that she could smell someone, someone's blood even before she saw him in front of her.

She lunged at him, uncontrollable, her body acting automatically. Her fangs dug savagely into his neck, causing a hiss to escape his mouth.

He hugged her each time, feeling the tears streaming down her face, her silent sobs of horror as she drank his blood like a madwoman. He stroked her hair reassuringly, pressing his lips together in pain, thinking only of not letting her escape, not letting her kill anyone. He knew that she wouldn't forgive him. He kept her locked up in his bedroom, letting her drink his blood.

"Shhh. It's okay. Drink." He whispered, burying his nose in her face, now slightly cool, bright, shiny, as if it were made of porcelain. He thought that she was even more beautiful, even more delicate than before.

When she quenched her thirst, she let him go, panting heavily, trembling all over with terror. She was unable to utter a word, it seemed to her that everything was spinning around her, she was half aware of what was happening around her. She would fall asleep in his arms, exhausted, and everything would repeat itself over and over again.

Criston arrived on horseback after two days, riding as fast as he could in the full sun. Aemond appreciated his dedication.

He felt relieved when he saw his friend at his door. Criston stared at him accusingly, incredulously. Aemond knew what he was thinking.

“Alys found her while I was away. By the time I got back she was practically dead." He said, his voice trembling slightly. He thought it sounded pathetic and weak. Criston looked at him coldly.

"You should have let her die. You would show her more mercy." He said as he walked past him, stunned, embarrassed, up the stairs.

Aemond followed him into the bedroom. Criston looked at Miss Whaterfield sleeping on the bed, pale as they were, her nightgown covered in blood. He sighed softly, running his hand over his face, clearly not believing what was happening.

"Cancel her parents' visit. She'll kill them." He said, stepping closer to her, placing his hands on his hips, pacing the room restlessly. “It will be a month before she calms down. Maybe two.”

Aemond pursed his lips at his words, looking at her.

"They will be here in three days. It's too late."

Criston opened his mouth wide and laughed desperately, shaking his head, burying his face in his hands.

"How do you imagine it? And how will you explain my presence to them?" He asked, shrugging.

Aemond walked over to the bed and sat down next to her and took her soft hand in his. He noticed that despite the transformation her skin was still slightly warmer than his. As if her body wouldn't give back the remnants of humanity she had inside her.

"I don't know. She doesn't act like I did when Alys turned me. She is calmer. After she drinks blood she just falls asleep. Maybe if she had been under our control all the time she would have held out." He said helplessly, staring at her blankly.

Criston sat down on the floor by the window, thinking hard, leaning the back of his head against the wall.

"You're risking a lot." He murmured. He wanted to say more, but they both flinched when they heard her soft sound, as if she was dreaming. They both turned their gaze on her.

Her eyes opened lazily, as if she had just woken up from a very long, tiring sleep. She looked around, rising slightly. She felt her head spinning, but regained consciousness.

She looked down at her chemise, which was covered in blood, and began to breathe faster, panicking. In her mind she was seeing this woman, feeling her brutal bites and this terrible, terrifying feeling of dying.

And then, this searing, crippling pain, as if her body was on fire.

This desire, this thirst.

She was shivering all over. Aemond moved closer to her and stroked her cheek, trying to calm her down.

"What happened? What's wrong with me?” She asked, looking around uncertainly, breathing raggedly.

It terrified her to feel everything so intensely. His scent, wonderful, beautiful, making her saliva dry in her throat. She could hear his heart beating, his blood flowing through his veins. She couldn't stop thinking about the sound, couldn't focus on the words he was saying.

"Easy. Breathe.” He said softly, horrified by her condition.

Her eyes immediately shifted to Criston. She thought, smelling his scent, that he probably would have tasted different.

Not as good as Aemond.

She felt herself lick her lips involuntarily at the thought, then flinched, tears welling up in her eyes, her body starting to shake again.

"I'm scared of myself, Aemond. God, what have you done to me?" She sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

She felt him wrap his arms around her quickly, pressing her against him. She heard his chest heave uneasily. She knew that even though he tried to hold back any sounds, he was sobbing along with her. They sat like that for a while, hugging each other.

She couldn't stop thinking about the taste of his blood. About how delicious it was. Filled with his feelings for her, hot, infinite, so wonderfully satisfying her thirst. Although she tried to stop herself, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her face traveling to his neck.

He didn't stop her as she bit into him, this time more gently than before. She began to drink his blood, and he stroked her hair, kissing her shoulder once in a while. Criston stared at it without saying a word.

She pulled away from him after a moment, trying to control herself. She wiped her face and started sobbing again. It was all she had the strength to do.

Cry.

After a moment, however, she froze and fell silent, her eyes widening. She looked at Aemond, horrified.

"Tell me you canceled it. That they won't come." She said in a trembling, cracking voice.

Aemond stared at her in pain, his lip quivering slightly, his body shaking. Only now did she see how many scars from her bites, barely healed, he had on his neck.

"It was too late. They have already sent their luggage to us." He whispered helplessly.

Miss Whaterfield sobbed loudly, broken, burying her face in her hands. Aemond wanted to hug her, but she pulled away from him and lay down, curled up in a ball, covering herself with the covers and crying like that, hiding from him and the rest of the world. Aemond looked at Criston helplessly, but his friend had no words of comfort for him.

Miss Whaterfield drank his blood every day, but said nothing to him. As soon as she quenched her thirst, she climbed back under the covers, turned her back to him, and sobbed. She didn't want him to hug her or touch her. His heart broke at the sight, and he felt remorse that was unbearable.

Even if she wanted to break off her engagement to him she couldn't go anywhere alone. She was afraid of accidentally killing someone. He thought that even if she didn't let him touch her for the next fifty years, he would be there for her.

Just her presence was enough for him.

Every night before he left the bedroom he wanted to tell her that he loved her, but the words wouldn't leave his lips. He knew that now she would think that he was saying that to soften her up.

The day of her parents' arrival came. He heard her get up in the morning and take a long bath. She combed her hair and put on a dress, a beautiful, blue one, that clung wonderfully to her slender waist. As she descended the stairs, her legs were shaking all over, her lips were trembling. She was pale, but at the same time it seemed to him that she was shining. She didn't even glance at him.

She sat down next to Criston at the large table, already prepared for hospitality. Servants Aemond had hired for a few days scurried about the house. All three of them must have been very careful about what they were doing. Miss Whaterfield's hands tightened on her gown. In the morning she drank the entire cup of blood that Aemond had prepared for her, and at night she drank his blood as well.

Despite the fact that she was theoretically full, the smell of bustling people strongly stimulated some of her animal senses which awakened in her after her transformation. She found herself thinking about getting up and following these people, watching them from a distance, stalking them like a wolf on a deer. She lowered her eyes, trying to divert her thoughts from what was going on in her head.

After a while, they heard the sound of a cab approaching and voices coming from outside. They all stood up, staring at each other in horror. Aemond looked knowingly at Criston. He was not to leave Miss Whaterfield an inch and pull her out of the drawing room if he noticed any dangerous symptoms.

A servant opened the door, and her mother entered first. Mrs. Whaterfield burst into tears at the sight of her and ran to her, hugging her tightly. Miss Whaterfield froze at the intense smell of her mother, sweet, overpowering, nauseating. She felt like she was about to throw up.

Her father didn't put his arms around her, however, he immediately turned his words to Aemond, enraged.

"What's this confusion supposed to mean? Do you know, my Lord, what humiliation it is, a daughter kidnapped from a convent? How do I know that she's still untouched?" He asked, pointing at her with his top hat, as if she were a dog in a show.

"Dad…" She whispered weakly and menacingly at the same time, feeling that she could tear out his artery if he didn't close his mouth.

She felt her heart begin to pound at the thought, Criston stood closer to her, watching her warily. Aemond swallowed hard, trying to focus on the answer and not look at her.

“I know what it looks like, Mr. Whaterfield. I swear I haven't touched your daughter, and I wish from the bottom of my heart to marry her. I would really like to marry her as soon as possible, if you agree, maybe even tomorrow.” He said softly, Miss Whaterfield gave him a horrified look. Her mother covered her mouth with her hands, shocked.

"But how is it? What will people in Mantfield think? After all, it is tradition for the bride to get married in the city of her birth!” She said, terrified at the thought that anything could go differently than according to her plan.

“I would like to avoid unnecessary gossip. It would be better if we showed up in Mantfield as a married couple." He said, glancing uncertainly at his fiancée as if waiting for any kind of objection from her.

She knew that despite her rage at him she needed him. No blood tasted as delicious as his. It was the only thing that satiated her, kept her from going out of her mind, from becoming a monster. Even though that she didn't want to look at him, she couldn't leave him.

She had to be his wife.

Her parents looked at each other uneasily, apparently really considering his words. Her father cleared his throat loudly as he put down his top hat, the maid helping him take off his coat as he spoke.

"Perhaps it would be better that way. There would then be no doubt about the nature of the relationship." He spoke low, impatient, his wife swallowing loudly.

They sat down at the table in a rather heavy atmosphere, the servants gave them soup and roast to eat. Lady Mantsfield helped herself to a little soup, but as soon as she put the spoon in her mouth she thought that she was going to throw up.

She felt like she was drinking plain, thick water, with no flavor whatsoever. She wanted to cry at the thought that she would never enjoy the wonderful taste of food again. She looked at her future husband reproachfully, saw that he was looking at her with pain.

She knew perfectly well that he was suffering, that he wasn't sure if he had made the right decision by turning her. She had screamed several times over the last few days that he should have let her die, and he had taken those words with silence and humility.

His attitude annoyed her even more, she wanted to hit him and bite him constantly. Nevertheless, she always ended up sobbing in his arms, intoxicated by his wonderful scent, drinking his blood.

She shuddered at the thought, her eye involuntarily going down to his throbbing artery. Aemond saw this and glanced quickly at Criston.

"We have a small gift of apology for you." Aemond said, rising slowly from his seat. “For all the inconveniences that you had to endure because of us. Miss Whaterfield?” He motioned for her to get up and follow him.

She stood up, shivering, walking slowly up the stairs with him. He didn't resist as they entered the room, and she pressed him against the door, quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

She bit into his neck like a sweet fruit, and he sighed softly as if he felt pain and pleasure at the same time. She drank his blood in loud, long gulps, and he stroked her hair. There was something calm and intimate about this brutal act.

"I love you." He whispered, and she froze, slowly sliding her fangs out of him, trembling.

"I love you and I will always love you, even if you don't forgive me for the next thousand years."

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[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

Hello!

I hope I'm not being invasive by posting this ask.

My names is Zade and I run a blog dedicated to Baldur's Gate 3.

Both the game and its fandom have a huge racism issue.

About the game: There is only one black core companion in the game, Wyll, whose story ties directly to the events of the game. He is a textbook prince charming. He also is the companion with the least amount of content and a lot of it is bugged. The writers even publicly mock him and dismiss the issues he faces in-game (he is subdued by a devil that is white-coded). Fans have been sending reports to the developpers for months and are consistently ignored in favour of fans of the more popular (white) companions/NPCs.

A new patch was released a few days ago where Wyll was once again sidelined. This led to a lot of outrage and some responses to that outrage tap directly into the fandom's antiblackness.

About the fandom: Since the game was released, gamers have repeatedly dismissed Wyll as being boring and go to great lenght to justify why they don't interact with him. They purposefully ignore the fact that the character was rewritten late in production in-part because people who played the beta version of the game couldn't handle him having flaws and depth. As of today, he is the least represented in fanarts and posts concerning him will generally receive less engagement than those featuring his white counterparts.

It's no mystery that a lot of Wyll's fans are POC. Those same fans are consistently called aggressive and hostile by the white fandom when they demand that all main companions are treated with the same amount of care. They refuse to see the racism the only black companion faces both inside and outside the game. Our reactions and demands are described as disproportionate and entitled.

I thought this ongoing issue could be of interest to you.

Bonus: A petition is going around to tackle his lack of content and care by the developpers here.

hey thanks for messaging us!!! this ask is not a bother at all :D this is what we're here for. Sadly I know more about bg3 because of the fandom antiblackness against Wyll than anything positive at this point. (I found this article which was similar to an ask one of our blogs got I'm so sorry I can't seem to find it https://www.themarysue.com/baldurs-gate-3-is-the-latest-target-of-racist-dog-whistle-mods/)

Thanks for this summary, blog promotion, and fandom racism breakdown I looked through the first page and it looks great so far!!!

Followers please go give Zade a follow on the blog @absansombre and check out the petition!

mod ali

#wyll ravengard #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #fandom anti blackness #whitewashing mods #video games #racism in gaming

[buckttommy]

Something bothers me....if Tommy stays for too long they will make him the bad guy just like they did with all LI...they will do everything to take away the fun :'(

Not every love interest has been the "bad guy" and that's such a narrow way of looking at it. Taylor? Undoubtedly evil. Fuck her forever. Ali? She was just scared. She didn't like, and knew she couldn't handle, the stress of her boyfriend being in danger all the time. Abby? Not the bad guy, even though how she broke up with him sucked. Her mom died, she needed time to reconnect with herself. You're just placing values of "good" and "bad" on things that are neutral at least, and nuanced at best.

#jack answers mail

[maidragoste]

I'm sorry

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

part 6

Masterlist Serie

Hello, sorry for the delay, I hope you like the new chapter. I warn you that from now on I will probably upload drabbles or one shots of the story before publishing chapter 8 Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated

Some words are repeated a lot. especially "child" because Aemond refuses to call his son by his name and neither the Queen or Aegon know what his name is

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

"I should go with you" you insisted looking at Aemond, who was your only company in your rooms since Aegon had gone to prepare for the travel to Harrenhal.

As soon as your husbands woke up from their nap, you asked your servants to bring them dinner. While they ate the three of them had planned their next moves, of course first Aegon and Aemond told you who were the ones who conspired for your murder. The truth was that you weren't surprised to hear that your first husband's lover had been part of the conspiracy, what surprised you was that she would give herself away by sending the poison antidote. What was even more surprising was that Borros Baratheon had been a participant. You knew that he is a proud man but you did not think that he would commit treason just because Aegon had not chosen one of his daughters as his wife. By the end of dinner, it was decided that you would stay in King's Landing and handle the execution of Borros Baratheon while your husbands would go to Harrenhal and handle Alys Rivers. You wanted to go with them, you wanted to meet Aemond's mistress and see what was so special about her getting your uncle to share a bed with her. Above all, you want Nix, your dragon, to be the one to devour the woman but you were weak to fly, you had to recover your strength and they couldn't afford to waste time waiting until you recovered. Both the king and the prince were afraid that someone would inform the witch that she had been found out and she would escape from her so they would not even wait for her to wake up but would leave right now and surprise the woman.

"You have to rest" he reminded you caressing your hand.

"I could fly with you or with Aegon," you insisted. You knew that Vhagar and Sunfyre would not harm you. Also, it would not be the first time you would fly with them.

"No"

"Why don't you want me to go?" you moved your hand away causing your husband to frown “Are you afraid that I will do something to the child? He would never hurt her"

"Don't you want me to get rid of the bastard too?"

"Of course not" you answered, startled, unable to believe that he was asking you that. You hated his mother, you hated that your husband had cheated on you, and the child was the living memory of Aemond's infidelity but that was not why you wanted his death, the baby was not to blame for your husband's decisions. Killing him wouldn't make you forget your husband's slight or make you feel better. "It is not the child's fault that you cannot keep it in your pants and that you have been unfaithful to me"

You hadn't even finished speaking when you noticed the fury in the prince's eye. But as fast as he saw him he disappeared.

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you until this enters your brain but I didn't sleep with that woman because she wanted to. She put a spell on me I wasn't in her bed of my own free will ”Aemond's voice was suddenly tired, unlike the previous times when he denied having had an affair with Rivers, it denoted anger“ And I don't want the child, I hate him. He is the reminder of everything that witch did to me. That child is going to be my great torment." For a moment you thought you heard your husband's voice crack. You realized that it had not been your imagination when he cleared his throat and avoided your gaze. For an instant, it came to you. memories of a little Aemond ashamed and devastated for not having a dragon "I hate myself for being such an idiot and letting myself be bewitched by that woman. You have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to sleep with her. She bewitched me.", got something in my wine or food. I swear"

You couldn't bear to see the suffering on your husband's face. You felt so guilty for having turned a deaf ear to her words, for not having believed him, for having made fun of him, for letting yourself be carried away by your anger and resentment. Before you could start apologizing the prince kept talking.

"Every time I heard that woman being named, I just felt anger and hate. Sometimes I even feel like throwing up thinking about…

"Aemond. I believe you" you interrupted him and took his face between your hands. You couldn't stand him continuing to torture himself remembering the witch "I believe you" you repeated caressing his cheek "I'm so sorry" you said trying to ignore the lump that formed in your throat. It was not your time to cry. Now it was about your husband, he was the one who suffered at the hands of that witch. If you wanted to murder Alys Rivers before, now even more. You wanted to make her pay for every time she hurt Aemond. "I should have heard you before"

"What matters is that now you believe me," said the prince, feeling like a burden was lifted from him. He didn't think he could ever completely forget what had happened in Harrenhal. But at least now that didn't come between you and him. Now you believe him.

"I love you" you kissed his forehead and you saw the hint of a smile on Aemond's face so you decided to do what when he was upset or discouraged "I love you," you said again, this time kissing him on the nose. You distributed more kisses all over his face, while you told him how much you loved him and you left his lips for last. You felt your heart warm at the prince's smile. "I love you" before you could kiss him yourself your husband stepped forward and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Aemond, we should be leaving now," Aegon said, entering the room.

Reluctantly you turned away from the prince. He looked annoyed at his brother for interrupting the moment.

"Have a good travel" you gave him one last kiss and watched him walk towards the door "Aemond" you called out to him before he left "It wasn't your fault what happened"

You didn't have to say more for Aemond to understand that you were talking about what happened in Harrenhal. He was surprised before your words. I didn't think you were right but it still felt good to hear them. He didn't know what to say so he just nodded in your direction and left the room. He didn't want to see you say goodbye to his brother so he decided to go ahead of Aegon and go find Vhagar.

Aegon looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for an invitation, you couldn't help but snort in amusement at the image of him.

"Come," you said, patting your bed and Aegon soon sat next to you "Have a good trip"

You didn't know if the first to reach the other's lips was Aegon or you. You couldn't help but feel guilty for enjoying the kiss. You felt as if you were betraying Aemond in some way as if you were cheating on him. Wanting to stop feeling that way, you pulled away from Aegon. He made a face, he wanted to keep kissing you. For him, he was never going to get enough of you but he knew he had to go.

"Wait, Aegon" you took your hand when he was getting up making him settle back "I need you to do something for me"

"Anything" he answered instantly causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow for not even thinking about it before.

"You will take care of Aemond and avoid something he might regret," you asked although the truth sounded more like an order.

"In general it's the other way around" replied the king with a hint of amusement "But I'll try"

"I'm serious" you sighed, hesitating to tell him what you really feared but needed him to take care of "I don't think Aemond would hurt the boy but I'm afraid that in a moment of anger, he made a decision he may regret. You guys they're just going to get rid of Alys Rivers. If he hurt the child people will think we're cruel and we'll just give them another reason why the Targaryens shouldn't rule."

Some people already thought of your family as monsters for committing relative murder. Mostly people talked about Aemond, how cruel he had been for murdering your 13-year-old brother, and how sadistic he was for killing all the men except Larys of the Strong family. If your husband were to hurt the child, his own child, his reputation only gets worse. You couldn't let that happen if you wanted him to be Hand of the King one day. They could not build the kingdom again with only fear in your favor. "Then what should we do with the child? Bring him to court?" Aegon didn't even know his nephew but he already felt sorry for him imagining him growing up in the court. He was sure that he was hearing the word bastard wherever he went. He was even sure that not even his own mother would accept it. Alicent loved her grandchildren but couldn't imagine her mother taking care of Aemond's bastard.

"No" you answered instantly remembering your first husband's words, Aemond would not be at peace in his own house knowing that the child was there “The child will stay in Harrenhal. Just take care of finding someone to take care of him."

"You say that as if it were easy," said the king. "There is no lord in Harrenhal to care for him."

"I'm sure you'll find someone. Some childless couple or a servant who has lost their own child in the war. In addition, the crown will take care of sending him coins for the care of the child "

"The council will not agree," Aegon said with a grimace, already thinking of the future headaches he would have during council meetings.

"The boy has Targaryen blood, we can't leave him to his fate" you frowned.

"I said that the council would not agree, not me," said the king raising both hands as a sign of innocence. He didn't want you to be upset with him "I'm on your side"

"Thank you" you gave him a small smile "You should go before Aemond kicks your ass for taking so long" Aegon sighed exaggeratedly making you roll your eyes.

"And whose fault is it?" he replied before giving you one last kiss and leaving.

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It wasn't in your plans to go to your brother's room but after executing Borros Baratheon you didn't want to be alone and your own mind would start to eat away at you. You need to distract yourself from the image of your mother being burned by Sunfyre. Yes, you ordered Nix to burn the man alive. Maybe you should have chosen to cut off his head yourself because now you couldn't stop thinking about your mother.

"Egg" you didn't even bother to knock on the door you just went inside.

You felt relieved to see that he wasn't busy with his lessons but your relief didn't last when you noticed that he didn't react to your call and that he was once again sitting and looking out the window in silence. You walked towards him making as much noise as possible but he still didn't react. "Egg" You touched his shoulder slowly hoping not to scare him but still, he flinched at your touch. "I'm sorry" you moved your hand away not wanting to bother him but he took your hand and began to play with your fingers without saying anything "What were you thinking?" you asked, unable to stand more in silence. In general, it is always you who starts the conversation.

"At your wedding," he replied without meeting your eyes. He didn't want you to see that he was still scared. He almost lost you. You're all he had left besides Rhaena and Baela. to Baela. If you died, he would be left alone.

"Master Finnian told me that you helped him find the antidote"

"It didn't help anyway. I didn't save you" your brother said angrily with himself. He had felt so helpless seeing you unconscious and unable to help you. He felt just as helpless as when he had watched Sunfyre helplessly burn her mother. When he saw you delirious with fever he thought that again he would have to watch another member of his family die.

"Egg, don't be hard on yourself," you asked and with your free hand, you took his chin and caressed his face gently. For a moment Aegon closed his eyes and pretended that the person caressing him so tenderly was his mother. Tears slipped down her cheeks and you felt guilty so you tried to calm her down "That poison was invented by a witch and she was the only one who had the solution. But we don't have to worry anymore, the king and the prince will take care of her" you said without knowing that you just broke Aegon's spell, bringing him back to reality.

"I'm always going to worry. Now they'll take care of the witch but what if someone else shows up?" Your heart ached to hear your little brother's words. He was just a child, his only worries should be his lessons and being able to steal sweets from the kitchens without being discovered. You hated that you couldn't have protected Aegon's innocence. The war had taken your grandparents, your mother, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Viserys, but it had also taken Egg from you. You were sure that he would never be the same again and you couldn't blame him because you would never be the same as before. But you wished with all your heart that Egg would be the same innocent and happy boy as always. How you wanted to hear him laugh again.

"Now the whole family will have a taster, we'll be more careful" you assured and you wiped his tears with your fingers "And if someone wants to fight us then we'll respond with fire and blood" you felt stupid when you saw how Aegon seemed more anguished at your last words. You clearly made me remember your mother's death again "I'm sorry" you apologized with a shaky voice. It hurt you that you couldn't even say the words of your house without making your brother suffer. It pained you to think that Egg would always be scarred by war. It hurt you to think that he would never want a dragon again, that he would never live that bond again. "I'm sorry" you repeated and this time they were both in tears.

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