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onakomiyaki · 2 days

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just a silly crush (not) pt.3

pairing : daniel ricciardo x childhood friend-brabham!reader

summary : turns out you're not as stong as you think you are, and you were sure that you've made a mistake. or are you?

warning : unedited and rushed work, harsh words, slowburn.

a/n : GOSH THIS WILL BE A LONG ONE IM SORRY-

there is nothing better than to be able to sat on your own bed, any 5 stars hotels will never beat the comfort of your own bed and you know it very well.

"finally." you said as you plopped onto your bed, falling head first to your king-sized mattress.

you inhale deeply as you close your eyes before exhaling slowly through your mouth.

"no one can ever replace you..." you mumble to your pillow as you close your eyes.

you always love your own bed. the familiar lavender scent, the lovely satin pillow, and most importantly your navy blue hand-made knitted blanket that you got for your 17th birthday.

it was one of those chunky knitted blanket that everyone obsessed about back in 2017. and you're proud to say that you did it first in 2007, ten years before that thing even trending. well, actually, daniel gave it to you so he did it first.

you remember how adamant you are about him buying you gifts for your 17th birthday. you knew he would spent lots of money because he was is that extra, and you knew money is not a problem for him.

"c'mon (y/n), let me buy you gift for your birthday before i move to italy."

and you can't say no to that. but of course you gave him a budget and told him no expensive shit because it won't be special (since you can buy it also) and daniel happily agree.

so when he gave you a huge blue box, you'd expected something like a huge teddy bear. but you remember telling him that you hate teddy bear.

"open it, open it!"

and when you open the box you let out an audible gasp as you pull the blanket out of the box. the soft merino wool engulf you, and you squeel in excitement as you put yourself in a cocoon of the blanket. daniel watch in amusement as he ruffle your hair.

"i asked one of my friend's sister to make it for you. i paid her don't worry!"

and now back to present day, 14 years later, the blanket still there with you. although its not as fluffy as it used to be, you still snuggle with it when you having trouble to sleep. but of course no one knew about that, not even daniel himself.

the navy blue blanket is draped over your sofa, sitting there snuggly. you always put it on your sofa since the accident that almost cost you that blanket. it was 3 years ago and you remember you're about to cry when you saw that the threads is coming lose because you accidently pull the blanket too hard when you were having a 'guest' on your bed while doing the devil's tango.

the phone on your back pocket vibrate and you relucantly take your phone out and answer the call. must be important.

"hello?"

"(y/n) this is lando norris."

you sat down now, sitting with your legs pulled close to your chest. why the hell lando would call you at this hours? its 1 past 15 a.m right now.

"oh, yeah. what's up bud?"

"we're in budapest right now and daniel is wasted... and i heard that you live here, can you pick him up? i can't take him back with my car since i'm here with my plus one, and calling uber at this hours seems dangerous–"

"god i am not a good driver, when did it all went wrong??"

'– daniel don't go there its dangerous! daniel– oh god i have to go he's about to walk to the pool!"

"what? lan–lando? hello?"

your exhaustion seems to gone instantly, make you shoot up from your bed. you grab your purse and car key as you running to your garage, almost tripped when you descent from your the top of the stairs.

thanks to baby jesus you're still in fairly 'decent' clothes so you don't have to worry about changing it. what you didn't think about was grabbing a coat, and boy the cold weather bite your skin.

but you could care less about being cold. daniel is your top concern. him being drunk is something you rarely see because of his high alcohol tolerance, and you know the situation is bad if he is wasted. you don't know what happen, but maybe it had to do with the hungary grand prix. you have not watched the race so you don't know what happen.

you drove out from your garage as you fumble with your bluetooth connection. your aston martin dbs roar in the almost silent road as you finally able to connect your phone.

you clicked a call button from your car, quickly calling lando again as you drove like a maniac. budapest is almost two hours drive from your place in szeged, so you have to turn yourself into an f1 driver.

"lando, drop your location i'm on my way from szeged."

"szeged? you don't live in budapest? (y/n) its two hours drive, will you be fine? should i go order uber instead?"

"yes i'll be fine lando, just drop the location."

"okay i'll send you the location."

"i'll be there as fast as i can, you keep an eye on daniel okay?"

"okay, will do. thanks (y/n). drive safely– daniel get back here!"

you cursed under your breath as you maneuver through the quiet road. thank god the tram is already stop working in this wee hours and the street is fairly quiet.

beads of sweats starting to form on your forehead as you watch your speedometer. god you really drove like a robber who got chased by the police.

you watch your navigation and gosh it still 1 hour and 20 minutes despite you driving like your life depends on it.

"fucking hell..." you said as you accelerate your car, hitting your record on the fastest you ever drove a normal car.

lando bit his lip nervously as he hold daniel, basically hugging the man from wandering away. daniel sobs quietly as he slump against lando, eyes half closed and the younger man watch in sympathy.

the reason of the man drinking carelessly was his race result today. p11, not even scoring for the team after his p5 at silverstone. lando had dnf-ed so he understand the frustration, but deep down he knew that its different for daniel.

he remember how daniel had avoided everyone like a plague, including him. so when daniel invite him to go to the club he immediately agree, only to find him already drinking and half drunk on the bar.

"where i went wrong lando?" daniel asked for the umpteenth time that night.

lando sigh as he softly rub the older's arm.

"its just one race daniel. you're not wrong at all." he said.

lando's plus one had gone to buy some mineral water as him and daniel sat down on the curb. he watch as the older man start to aggressively hit his own chest, lips pouting. the sight of drunk daniel is a little adorable. a little.

"its my fault... i'm sorry i can't score for us lando. sorry i finish empty handed."

"lan, i got the water." luisinha give the cold water bottle to lando.

"thanks lu, sorry you have to run i need to keep an eye on this baby."

luisinha laugh as she sat down beside lando, watching how daniel mumble incoherent words. "its all good... beside, he need you right now." she said, fanning daniel's face with her hand.

"what he need is (y/n) honestly," he said as he wipe the sweat on daniel's temple. "daniel, drink this." he said as he sat daniel straight, bringing the bottle close to his mouth.

daniel grumble as he open his mouth, taking the bottle of water from lando's hand and slowly emptying the bottle. some trickles of water slide to his throat.

there is a screech of tires not far from them. lando turn his head at the noise as he watch you half running to their direction. his eyes widened at the sight of you. just how fast you drove here? its only been an hour and fifteen minutes since he sent you his location.

you were wearing a white camisole and some black sweatpants, a white nike air force and hair in messy bun. lando was sure she saw you shivering a little from the cold and he watch in awe as you kneel down in front of daniel.

"is he okay?" you asked, voice trembling.

"well see it for yourself." lando said.

there are some tears stain on daniel's cheeks and your heart ache at the sight of him. you slowly caress his cheek and he lean into your touch, eyes still closed.

"you've been driving only in those? aren't you cold?" lando asked pointing your decent outfits

"yeah, it is cold. and yeah i am driving basically topless. i also run past few red lights." you answer, huffed as you lightly tap daniel's cheeks.

"what?!"

"i'll be okay. i'll pay for the fine if they caught me," you shrugged. "do you know where he stayed?"

lando nods his head as he stand. "same hotel as me, i'll lead the way. just follow my car. how fast you drive?"

"mate, you don't want to know."

"fine... i just want to know if you got that racer blood in you."

"just-help me with daniel, please." you said as you put daniel arm around your shoulder, ready to hoist him.

"hey, let me." lando said, stopping you before kneeling in front of daniel, back facing him. he swiftly move daniel arms around his shoulder.

lando hoist daniel on his back, and the sight is so bizarre. lando grunts as he walk to your car and daniel's legs drag lazily since he is significantly taller than him.

you and luisinha walk side by side ahead of the briton in comfortable silent. she had offer you lando's jacket which you politely refuse since she is also in sleeveless dress.

"sorry for ruining your date." you smile apologetically to her and she just wave you off with a smile.

"its not a big deal, really." she smile.

"(y/n) open the door–ugh–quick! he is so heavy." lando grunts and you open the passenger door.

he drop daniel down slowly before strapping the seatbelt on his body. his chest rise and fall in rapid motion as he slowly close the door of your car.

"well that's a workout." he simply mumble, hands on his hips.

"thank you lando... you don't have to do all this but you still did, i appreciate it." you said, pulling lando to a hug.

the young briton laugh as he reply your hug, patting your back gently. "no problem y/n. now, lets go before you get hypothermia." he said.

you drive slowly pass the empty road, following lando's car in silent. every now and then you stole a glance to your friend, who is sleeping rather soundly. you slowly stroke his hair since he lean towards you, almost falling from the seat.

"y/n..." daniel softly calls your name.

you stop your movement as you watch how his face seems to contort in sad emotion. he looks so hurt.

"i'm here big guy." you whisper as you return your hand to his hair.

after another help from lando, you manage to somehow put daniel on the bed. you had bid you a goodnight with luinsha before entering the building with a hug. lando, who originally insist on staying, give you a concern look.

"you sure you want me to go?" lando asked one more time as you lean on the door, hand folded in front of your chest.

"c'mon now, i've known this man even before you learn your a b c, norris." you answer, rolling your eyes at the him.

"we're not 20 years apart, y/n. in fact lewis is older than you and daniel. stop treating me like a kid." he protest.

you give him a ruffle on his hair, messing his already messed up curls. "i'll be okay, i can handle him. now go, don't make lui wait even more."

lando give you a nod as he walk away, waving at you before jogging down to his car where his date is waiting for him to return her to her hotel. you waved back at the briton, waiting for him to dissapear. as lando took a turn and gone, you close the door as you walk to daniel–who currently sprawled on the bed.

you slowly starting to take of his shoes along with his socks. carefully, you turn his body so that he lay down on his back. you take a deep breath as you carefully unbutton his tropical shirt, and you had to close your eyes for a bit.

"can i bite you instead?"

you stopped your hand as you reach the last two button of his shirt, opening your eyes to watch daniel and how his chest rise and fall slowly.

goddamit control yourself, y/n.

you bit your lower lips as you continue your task, finally manage to unbutton his shirt. you slowly move your hands, slowly undressing the man and hoping you won't disturb him.

but your breath hitched when you feel a steel grip on both of your wrist, and your eyes widened. daniel had open his eyes, staring directly into your soul with half-lidded eyes.

and you are basically on top of him, jerking your body back so you won't fall on top of him.

"y/n?" he sofly call you.

"hello big guy."

"wha- i'm-"

"you're sobering up. lemme get you some aspirin and water." you said as you slowly taking both of your hands from his grasp.

daniel drop your hands as he sat down, rubbing his eyes and and holding his pounding head. he stare down at his-now unbutton-shirt, before shedding the cloth opting to go shirtless. he aimlessly throw his shirt then laying down again, this time massaging his temple.

you took the aspirin from your bag and then walk towards daniel, not forgetting the cold water bottle.

"drink this. and please put on some shirt." you said as you rolled your eyes, handing him both the aspirin tablet and water.

"why don't you put on shirt first?" he answer, sitting down once again as he drank the tablet and washing it down with water.

"well, thanks to you, dickhead, i forgot my coat. i had to turn myself into a f1 driver just so i can get you here." you said as you sit down on the sofa, right across him.

he feel his soberness coming back to him slowly and he feel how his stomach churn. so he walk towards the bathroom, washing his face with cold water.

"you've been driving in those?" he asked, half shouting from the bathroom.

"yeah." you answer, eyes on your phone as you let out a small yawn.

"who called you to pick me up?"

"lando norris. and also what the hell man, i thought you're wasted."

"my head is still pounding y/n, i am wasted."

"well, you're sober enough to nags."

daniel took a small towels from the shelf as he look at his reflection, noticing the redness of his eyes and his tears stain. he wash his face once again, making sure he got rid his tears stain. then he make his way to your direction.

"y/n its... 3.25 a.m, aren't you cold?" daniel asked, small towel on his hand after he pat his face dry.

"m' fine." you said.

when you finally look up from your phone, your eyes instantly widen. daniel is standing in front of you, still shirtless as he look up at the ceiling. he seems to not noticing how you're struggling to look away from him as he close his eyes to flex his sore muscle.

"gosh i'm getting old, a little drink got me wasted." he said, still unaware how you are a flustered mess.

you slap his stomach, earning a grunt from your friend. he touch his stomach, shoulder hunched as he dramatically fall to the floor.

"you hurt me, i can't believe this." he said with overexagarate tone.

"just put on some goddamn clothes, ricciardo." you said as you lay down on the sofa, ignoring the dramatic aussie.

and so he did. he rose from the floor and walk to his suitcase, and taking a random t-shirt. he also taking his flannel shirt (that he didn't know he have) and throw it at you. you swiftly catch the flannel before it hit your face.

"what is this?" you asked as you open the shirt.

"its a shirt, dumbass" he said as he wear his t-shirt.

"and why you throwing this at me?"

daniel, who currently struggling with his jeans, looking at you silently. "wear that. and also turn you body, i want to take off my pants."

you rolled your eyes as you turn your body, facing at the head of the sofa as you drapped the shirt daniel gave you over your body.

"what you're hiding behind your pants anyway. its not like i'm gonna stare and oogle at your body or something, you won't affect me." you said.

"well turn around and face me then. see if i dont affect you." he challanged.

"no! what? i won't do it you creep."

"face me yourself or do you want me to flip your body myself?"

"i am not gonna face you, you bogan." you said with a huff.

truth be told you are scared of what gonna happen if you turn your body to face him. you don't know if you can see him in the same way you've seen him for this past 20 years.

but you felt his hand on your shoulder, and before you can react daniel already turn your body. you let out a gasp as you dumbly stare at daniel who is hovering you, trapping your body on the sofa.

daniel look so hot from this angle. has he always looked this good? 20 years of friendship and you just see how good-looking this man is when he hover over you?

he give you a smirk as he inching closer to your face. you can smell his perfume mixed with whiskey and you can feel his breath fanning over you.

"you said i won't affect you. but you are as red as a tomato now, y/n." he whisper, hand cradling your jaw.

"its hot in here, move away." you said, looking away from him.

red alert, this is dangerous.

"really? because i believe it is cold in here. i saw your body shivering y/n." daniel said, inching closer to your ear. you can feel his nose ghosting over your skin.

"daniel..." you called, trying to warn him.

"y/n..." he reply.

"danny you don't want to do this, you are drunk."

"but i want to. for a long time." he whisper as he nuzzle to your neck.

okay, you really need to get out of here before its too late.

"y/n, please?" he beg, lips almost attached to your neck.

he sound so desperate, so wounded, and you almost choke on your own spit.

ah screw this.

you turn your face, hands grabbing his face as you lean in for a kiss. daniel grunts as he slowly lower his body, hands immediately went to your waist. he kissed you back, finally tasting your lips after what felt like eternity.

you tilted your head when you feel his hand at the back of your thigh. he guide your leg wrap it around his waist as your body pressed together.

oh you're so screwed.

you both finally let go of the kiss, staring at each other with that mixed feeling. and with last ounce of sanity left in your body, you jerked your body up, pushing the poor daniel aside.

daniel fell with an oof, and you quickly stand up.

"this is wrong this is wrong." you mumble as you walk to the table, grabbing your purse and key.

"wait–y/n wait!" daniel said as he struggle to stand on his feet. "don't go–i'm sorry."

you basically run towards the door, opening the door harshly as daniel chase you. he calls your name but you ignore him, as you close the door behind you and immediately went for the elevator.

when the elevator door open you quickly enter and pressing the basement button. daniel was about to get you but the door is closing in.

"y/n–"

as the door finally closing, you lean on the wall before sinking to the floor. you hide your face in your hands, breath ragged from all the adrenaline rush.

"what the hell." you muttered.

as the elevator finally reach the parking lot you bolted out, quickly running towards your car. its not hard to find your car since its the only aston martin there. you quickly enter your car, revving the engine.

there is a ring from your phone and you believe that it's daniel. so you decided to ignore the call and just drove away from the hotel. you nervously bit your bottom lips, contemplating on what just happen back then.

this is not good.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #dr3 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #dr3 x you #daniel ricciardo x you

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murmel-malt · 3 days

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Hedaera Targaryen - 92 AC

Viserys Targaryen x Hedaera Targaryen (OFC) prev / next wordcount: 1.6k summery: my answer to the question: what if Viserys and Daemon had a little sister? canon divergent dance of the dragons au featuring canon and original characters.

chapter summery: After Aemon Targaryen's death on Tarth, King Jaehaerys names his second son Baelon Prince of Dragonstone and also decides on the future of Prince Baelon's children. His plans are not well recieved by his youngest granddaughter.

A/N: note that english is not my first language so there will probably be some grammar mistakes.

92 AC - Kingslanding

Once Hedaera had thought that changes happened slowly, like the changing of the seasons. It took years for summer to pass into autumn and for autumn to pass into winter. So slowly that one barely noticed it until a raven came from the Citadel to announce it. But now she knows better. Now she knows that things can also change in the blink of an eye; and she hates it.

Just last week they had celebrated uncle Aemon becoming a grandfather. It had been a grand family dinner, where Rhaenys announced her pregnancy to the rest of the family. Grandmother had been thrilled and even Grandfather had looked less sour than he usually did. Everybody had been happy.

Now her uncle is dead, killed on Tarth. Drowned in his own blood by a crossbow bolt to the throat, that’s what the messenger had said as Daera had her ear pressed against the door, eager to catch some of the things the adults never let her hear. Her grandmother always said that she was too curious for her own good.

Rhaenys had admonished her for eavesdropping when Daera had gone to comfort her afterwards. While they are not as close as Daera is with Aemma or Gael, Rhaenys is her cousin too and she loves her no less. She had felt silly, stumbling over her words of comfort. After all, what comfort could she - a girl of only eight - offer her - a grown woman of eight and ten and mother to be? But her cousin had only pulled her into a hug and thanked her with a gentle and watery smile. They had talked for a bit afterwards about Rhaenys’ baby and Driftmark, which Daera had only ever visited for her cousin’s wedding two years ago.

They stand together now in the throne room. Grandmother and Rhaenys wear a pinched expression of carefully masked anger and Daera hates that she is too small to be told or asked anything of importance. Grandfather is sitting up on the Iron Throne, this ugly and dark and jagged and pointy thing that is quite dangerous to climb up if you are unsteady on your feet. Not that she had ever tried and nearly tripped over the uneven steps.

But Grandfather had always been sure footed when taking his seat at the top. Just like he had this time. His intense gaze sweeps the hall before he speaks and Daera’s world shatters.

Her father is heir now and she is to marry Viserys.

“My sweet”, Grandmother says gently, reaching out to cup her cheek as she always does. Usually Daera would appreciate any and all gentle affection from the Queen, but not now; not like this. With a small cry she slaps her hand away, ignoring the admonishing warning from her father and furiously rubs at her eyes, trying and failing to keep the tears away. She hates that she is crying like a little girl. They will never take her seriously like this.

“No,”she says in between a sob, “I don’t want to marry Viserys.” She has lost count how often she had told them by now and still nobody seems to listen to her. “I won’t! He is stupid and boring and- and old. He never listens to me and only talks about boring things.” Her hands are fisted in her dress, dark splotches where her tears hit, marking the soft golden fabric. “I don’t want to marry him”, she repeats weakly.

Grandmother smiles gently as she kneels in front of her. Something dark and angry in Hedaera wants to make that smile drop from her face.

“You are still young, Daera”, Grandmother tells her. “And Viserys is too. He will grow up and so will you. You will come to appreciate each other and when he is King” - Alysanne’s expression twists for the blink of an eye - “you will be his Queen, and your children will be the princes and princesses of the realm.” Her stomach twists at the thought and she suddenly feels sick.

“But I don’t want to be Queen. And I don’t want to marry Viserys”, she screams the way she had always been admonished for and Alysanne and Baelon flinch at the shrill break of her voice. Hedaera continues undeterred: “Tell him! Tell grandfather I don’t want to marry him. Tell him to find someone else. Please!”

“Daera”, her father sighs and she looks to him with teary green eyes. He beckons her closer but her feet remain glued to the ground. There will be no safety in his arms today. She can see it in his face. He had once said he would protect her from anything that would ever try to harm her, but apparently not this. She feels even more sick.

“I know this seems scary but it is for the best. Viserys is a fine young man and your brother”, Baelon says. “He will treat you well and you will be happy together. Just like your mother and I have been.”

Understanding hits her. She will get no help from them. Father and Grandmother won’t listen to her. They will only tell her that she is still young and will change her mind; that she will come to love Viserys and that they will be happy together.

“And how has that ended for my mother?” She watches as all color drains from her Father’s and Grandmother’s faces at the reminder of Alyssa Targaryen’s death. The dark, angry thing in Hedaera rejoices at the pain she has inflicted. And she does not feel bad about it. If they so easily condemn her to a miserable future as her brother’s wife, she will make them equally as miserable.

Without another word she storms out of the room, ignoring their calls and slamming the door behind her as she goes. Outside she finds her cousin and aunt. Aemma and Gael must have been waiting for her and Daera wants to throw herself into their arms and cry her eyes out. They get her, they listen to her. Aemma immediately takes note of her cousin’s mood and tear-stained cheeks and dress and her expression falls. She herself is still grappling with the revelation of her own future.

Just like Jaehaerys has decided that Hedaera is to wed Viserys, he has decided that Aemma will wed Daemon. She knows that her grandfather’s decision has raised some eyebrows as it left his own daughter still unwed but Gael doesn’t seem to mind and Daera is happy for her; and a bit jealous.

“What did they say?” Aemma asks nervously, hoping that maybe, hopefully she has read Daera wrong.

“They don’t care what I want”, she replies bitterly.

“I’m sorry, Daera.” Her cousin tries to give a smile. “It’s going to be alright though. We will still have each other.” It is as much reassurance for herself as it is for Hedaera. Daera knows she is nervous about her match to Daemon. Truth be told, if they had given her the choice between her brothers, Daera would have picked Daemon over Viserys. At least Daemon is fun; very annoying but fun.

She stops thinking about it before the ugly thing inside her makes her lash out at her cousin.

Instead, she goes looking for Viserys. If they won’t listen to her, they will surely listen to him. Her brother is five and ten, almost a grown man, and with their father now Prince of Dragonstone, he is his heir, the future King. They will have to listen to him. The thought leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. It should be Rhaenys. She should be Princess of Dragonstone. She is uncle Aemon’s only child; it is her right.

She finds her brother, of course, with his new miniature. The model is still small but quickly growing, and will probably be taking up more and more of the room in the coming months as Viserys adds painstakingly recreated building after building. Daera would have been more interested if she hadn’t been bored half to death several dozens of times by him talking about it before.

He barely notices her as she enters, as absorbed in his work as he is and Daera wants to scream at him. Their lives are being decided for them and he just sits here with his stupid, tiny city. Only when she steps in front of the window, blocking out the light he needs to work, does he finally look up with a frown. His mouth opens, undoubtedly to complain but Daera beats him to it.

“Tell him to find you someone else”, she tells him shakily. “Tell them you don’t want to marry me! Grandfather will listen to you.” But Viserys only sighs the way he always does. Hedaera hates it.

“It won’t change anything, Daera”, he says, as he picks up the small sculpture again.

“You don’t know that”, she accuses angrily. “You haven’t even tried!” You never do. You never do anything at all.

“This is not about what I want. Grandfather has made his decision and there is nothing to be done about it.” There is no regret in his voice, no sign that he is unhappy with this; because he isn’t, Hedaera realizes with a sinking feeling.

It’s not defeat that keeps her brother from doing anything about this, it’s complacency. He doesn’t mind that they are going to be married and he doesn’t care that she doesn’t want to. He thinks they are going to be their parents some day just like Grandmother and Father told her; that she is going to be his Alyssa: spirited and stubborn but happy - no, eager - to do her duty and ‘give him a thousand sons’.

“It will be alright. You’ll see”, Viserys tells her and Hedaera wants to smash his stupid model to pieces.

a/n: cannot believe I am actually posting this. the only other thing I ever wrote and also published was the first four(?) parts of my Daensa Skyrim!AU.

#my writing #oc: hedaera targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon oc #hotd oc #fyeahhotdocs #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction #fic: hedaera-verse #the effort it took to press that button actually post this. i am still paranoid that i missed some obvious spelling mistake #so uh please be kind?

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moonlightazriel · 21 hours

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Day 1: Family

For: @ruhnweek

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Ruhn puffed the smoke out through his nose, his eyes glued to the two females in the front of their private booth. Y/N held a microphone awfully close to her lips, trying to conceal breathing, singing, laughing and the weight of Bryce’s body on her back as his sister piggy rides his mate. The two females sang so loudly that he was sure the rest of the clients were able to hear.

Some pop music he didn’t even know the name of, but the beauty in the moment wasn’t their voices, but the bright smiles both of them wore, bursting out laughing randomly throughout the song. He allowed the calmness of the mirth-root to settle in, carrying his mind to a memory so distant in time…

“Wait, so you’re telling me you have a sister I never heard about?” She placed her hands on her hips like a mother ready to scold her disobeying child.

“You know that my asshole father likes to pull these moves.” Ruhn sighed, his face seeming tired. She moved towards him, his shirt riding up, that was all she wore. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she looked at him worried.

“How do you feel about it?” She inquired and he rested his hands on her hips, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he spun her around, placing her on the counter he was leaning seconds ago.

“It’s weird, and she’s much younger. How do I even approach a teenager?” She pulled a strand of hair behind his ear, prompting him to pull her in for a kiss, her warm lips brought him peace.

“I’ll be there with you, it’s going to be fine.” She promised as they parted the kiss, and he believed her.

—--

Bryce Quinlan was much younger than he expected, just a thirteen year old girl, scared to be in the presence of her father for the first time. Her eyes curiously roamed around, trying to find some comfort in such a hostile environment, her father's clear distaste for her presence hurt her young heart, but she didn’t allow it to show on her face.

She eyed the female again, her kind eyes softening whenever she caught Bryce staring, making the younger blush. The female had pretty, pointy ears in display like hers, her silk hair on a bun and she wore a summer dress. Bryce had caught her rolling her eyes to her father’s voice a couple of times, clearly displeased to be near him.

Ruhn groaned internally, he wanted to tell his father to shut the fuck up, his harsh words towards Bryce’s looks and education being so out of hand that he could even feel Y/N’s anger growing through the bond they shared.

“You can go to your room after the meal.” Einar ordered, making Bryce deflate, she was so excited to meet the city. But Y/N cleared her throat.

“I would like to invite Bryce to go have some ice cream with me and Ruhn, we can take care of her for the day.” She blinked at the teenager.

“She can go.” The autumn King dismissed.

They haven’t even finished their meal, but Y/N got out of the table, offering her hand to Bryce and being escorted by Ruhn, she would always spend as little as she could in his presence, going months without even visiting her father in law if she could avoid it.

She ignored the scoff the male loudly let out. She knew Einar hated her, but he knew that when the mating bond snapped, there was nothing he could do to prevent her and Ruhn from ever getting together, not without losing his son completely, so he just ignored her most of the time.

—--

“Where would you like to go?” She turned to Bryce, Ruhn was by her side, his sister shyly trying to keep eye contact with them, she had looked at him with such admiration when he arrived that he had almost cried.

“Are we not getting ice cream?” She asked, her head whipping around trying to gather all the information FiRo had to offer.

“Oh we are, but now you’re free to choose what you want to do. We want to know about you.” Bryce seemed radiant when she heard that, she had researched about Lunathion before going there, she wanted to go to museums, parks and so many places.

That day, she held Bryce’s hand, allowing the younger girl to drag her around, from shop to shop, park to park. They walked around the whole city, Bryce was so happy, the two chatting like they knew each other since his sister was born. Ruhn watched as his mate and sister bonded, Bryce giggling and trying to keep her ice cream away from Y/N’s reach, the female scooping bits of the teenager's sweet treat to make her laugh.

All the rude words and distance from their father was long forgotten, he knew how much it meant to her all the attention the both of them were giving to her, he just didn’t know how much.

So when Bryce went back to her mother’s house, they would always visit her, Mrs Quinlan had welcomed the two of them with open arms, for being so good for her Bryce she had claimed. And whenever his sister would go back to Lunathion, it was in their shared house she would stay.

Ruhn then remembered when he and Bryce fought, the harsh words he condemned his father for saying to her coming out of his lips. Y/N had come home in that exact moment, gasping and shoving him aside, pulling Bryce towards their bedroom and locking him out.

When she got out, was only to give him a pair of blankets and his pillows, stating that she couldn’t even look at him right now. It took almost as much time to get her to forgive him as it did for Bryce.

When Bryce moved to Lunathion to attend college, they would always meet and have a girls night, despite being a few years older, the two of them had created a bond of their own, just as unbreakable as their mating bond and Ruhn loved it. The two females he loved the most in the world, shared a love just as big.

—--

Ruhn wiped the tears that gathered on the corner of his eyes, being startled by Y/N plopping herself on his lap, Declan was the one singing now. Bryce sat with her feet across Hunt’s leg, her cunning eyes scanning him.

“Our performance was that good that brought you to tears?” She mocked, wiping an invisible tear from her own face.

“He just can’t resist, we’re too good of a duo.” Y/N said squeezing his cheek and placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you two are just too good, I'm glad you two get along.” He said, his eyes going back and forth between the two.

“She’s more my sister than you’re my brother, asshole.” Bryce flipped him off and he laughed.

“And this makes me so happy, I love you two.” Y/N squeezed his face against her chest and Bryce jumped on the two.

“We love you too.” She had said. “I’m glad to call you two my family.” Y/N kissed Bryce’s forehead.

“Hey,stop this or I'll throw up.” Tristan said, rolling his eyes.

“FUCK YOU FLYNN.” The two females yelled in unison.

“You heard my ladies.” Ruhn said, feeling his heart swell with happiness of seeing them both safe after everything they had gone through. His favourite girls.

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Until the end and beyond // Bodhi Durran x reader

A/N: Based on this request. I tried my best, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, obvious Ironflame/ Fourth wing spoilers, possible grammar mistakes (it will be the death of me :()

Picture is from pinterest: torysacrux

Jealousy was an ugly feeling. But it became even uglier when it was over something so nonchalant.

Y/N knew the marked riders wouldn't be thrilled with her even before she signed up to become a rider. It would have been odd if they weren't at least a little biased towards her, considering she was King Tauri's niece.

She never resented them for their hostility towards her and was understanding. She would’ve probably hated herself too.

One morning though, she ran into Bodhi Durran. Verbatim. She had forgotten her books in her room and was racing back to her room after breakfast to get to class on time when she bumped into Bodhi, his hand shooting out to keep her from falling.

Of course, she knew him before that, his beauty always embarrassed her, and when he smiled, she melted.

From there, the history wrote itself: they became friendly with each other, then friends, and by the end of their first year, they finally became a couple.

She couldn't force his friends to like her. However, it still hurt. They were Bodhi's family and although he was quick to shut down Imogen's or Xaden's snarky comments, he was powerless to do anything when he wasn’t there to witness them.

Violet's arrival didn't make things any better. Y/N knew the others were friendlier to Violet because Xaden's life depended on hers, but she couldn't suppress the jealousy: it was unbearable to see how easy they talked to her when her mother had done just as horrible things as her uncle had done. She envied Violet and felt terrible about it.

-----

''My muscles have been aching all day,'' Violet grumbled as she massaged her left arm. ''You should tell Imogen to ease up on the training.'' Rhiannon replied. The students, both riders and flyers, stood outside the house, all waiting for their respective professors.

She was in the second wing at Basgiath College, but since few of her wing had come with her to Aretia, they were spread out and she ended up in the fourth wing, at least that way she was always close to Bodhi.

However, she earned angry looks not solely by the marked ones now, but by the fliers too.

''You should look out for lavender and make an oil out of it. Rubbing Lavender oil on the sore muscles can help relieve the pain.'' Y/N said in a timid voice and gave her a shy smile.

,,Oh god! I completely forgot about that. Thanks!'' Y/N was about to say something back when Imogen approached them. She grabbed both Rhiannon and Violet and pulled them away by the arms. ''We have work to do''.

-----

That evening, she layed with Bodhi as usual, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. He ran a hand through her hair and breathed kisses on her head consistently.

"How was your day, darling?" he whispered. ''Like any other, the best part of my day is when I'm with you.'' She replied, which made him grin. ''Coincidentally, that’s the best part of my day too.'' ''Hm…That is a weird coincidence.’’

He tickled her side and broke into a grin once again when he heard her giggle. He could be having the worst day of his life, but the sound of her laughter would make it a good one. ''Did my friends act like immature little children today?'' he finally asked, and Y/n shrugged. ''I didn't really see them today,'' she answered, and Bodhi nodded thoughtfully. He left it at that and decided for now not to call her out on her obvious lie.

The straw that broke the camels back came about two weeks later.

Y/N had just packed a lavender oil mixture in a small bottle and set off in search of Violet. Her feelings of guilt over the jealousy gnawed at her and she decided to help the girl. She spotted Violets distinctive brown and silver hair in the great hall, where she stood by Xaden, Imogen, Garrick and Bodhi. The latter smiled when he spotted her and held out his arm to her.

"There you are, my dear. I missed you.'' she grinned and let him pull her in his arms and he pressed a kiss to her temple. Y/N didn't miss Imogen's eyeroll ''What do you have there?'' ''Lavender oil. Violet? For your sore muscles.'' She said, holding out the small bottle to the younger girl. ''Oh, thank you! You're a savior-'' Before Viole could reach for the bottle, Xaden knocked it out of her hand.

"Xaden!" "What are you doing?" Bodhi and Violet both exclaimed at the same time, one angrier than the other. ''Don't trust her! Who knows what's in there!'' he hissed, and Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes. They would never change their mind on her, no matter what she did, they would only see her as an enemy. Never an acquaintance and certainly not a friend. She disentangled herself from Bodhi's arms and gave him a forced smile. ''I'll see you later.'' she pressed another kiss to his cheek and with that, she left without waiting for a reply.

''She made me a lavender oil for my aching muscles! "And that doesn't seem strange to you? ''Why should it when I told her myself that I've been having problems lately?'' 'I've been telling you; you can't trust her!''

"What are you implying?" Bodhi interrupted him in a calm voice as he turned back to his cousin. ''You know what I think of her. So you know what I meant, too''

"Are you being serious right now?" Bodhi asked with a humourless laugh. 'I'm sick and tired of you treating her like this. She has never done anything to you and has always treated you with respect, even though none of you deserved it. You should know how shitty it is when people treat you badly because of your family. We all welcomed Violet with open arms when she was General Sorrengail's daughter and not Xaden's girlfriend, but you couldn't do the same for my girlfriend? I love that woman more than anything and I couldn't even protect her from you. I failed as a boyfriend in every way. It's a bloody miracle she didn't break up with me until now! And to be honest I would not blame her if she did: She has every right to,'' Bodhi's voice broke and he turned his head to the side. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of those assholes. Xaden paused, Imogen sought Bodhi's gaze, and Garrick stared at the floor. Guilt crept through all three of them, one more than the other. "Honestly I can’t stand to see any of you right now. I'm very disappointed in you guys.''

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Was she such a monster? Did they think she had so much hatred that she would deliberately poison someone?

Violet stood outside her room door shortly after the incident and begged her to let her in, apologizing repeatedly, but Y/N pretended not to hear her. Violet had given up and shortly after that, Bodhi arrived, whom she also left standing there.

The embarrassment was running too deep, and the thought that she had put Bodhi in such an awkward situation with his family time and time again made her sick.

Bodhi, being the understanding and wonderful person he was, left too, understanding that she needed to be alone.

When the knock came for the third time, hours later, Y/N was still holding the pillow to her face to stifle her sobs.

"I know you're in there, open up, I want to talk to you." Y/N froze when she recognized Imogen's voice. She still hesitated and swore she heard a sigh from the other side of the door.

''I'm not here to insult you any more than I’ve already done. I'll be nice, I promise.'' Y/N thought about it for a moment, but then decided to go for it. What else did she have to lose that she hadn't already gambled away?

Without worrying about her swollen eyes and red nose, she pulled open the door and stared at Imogen. "Are you going to let me in?’’ she wordlessly stepped aside and gestured for her to come in and closed the door.

Y/N sat back on her bed and looked at Imogen expectantly. The pink-haired rider sat down next to her.

"No matter what I say, it won't make up for the way we've treated you for the past two years, but I'll say it anyway: I'm sorry." She said, looking at Y/N. Even though she would never admit it to anyone, her heart broke at the sight of her shaken form.

''Why the change of heart?"

"Realization. We made Bodhi's life difficult; we made it difficult for you and that only because you guys fell in love. It's no excuse but pretty much all the rest of us follow Xaden's way of thinking. We owe everything to him, and his intuition has rarely let him down. If he sees an enemy in someone, it's usually true.''

'Not all of you follow his way of thinking,' Y/N replied, glancing at Imogen, who gave her a sad smile.

''Liam was a great exception in every way possible. None of us will ever live up to him.''

''I expected even before I started at the quadrant that we wouldn't necessarily be the best of friends. I totally understood where you guys were coming from, but it's one thing to avoid a stranger and another to make your best friend's life a living hell because he fell in love with the wrong person. I don't care how you treated me, but I will never forget what you did to Bodhi. Just as I will never forgive myself for being the cause of his suffering.'' Fresh tears sprang to her eyes and Imogen placed a hesitant hand on hers.

I have never seen Bodhi as happy as he is with you. We all have a long way to go to make it up to you. I'm not good at this emotional stuff, but I want the people who are important to me to survive. And you are now one of those people, which is why I'm expecting you for training tomorrow morning before breakfast. You can never work enough on your fitness and physical strength.'' ''Only if I can give you a crash course on medicinal and toxic plants afterward. I don't want a repeat of the lavender oil incident.'' Y/N countered, and Imogen snorted out a laugh. ''No, you should be bland I can’t actually start to like you! Otherwise, I'll feel even worse than I already do.''

''You're forgiven. I want to put this behind me and concentrate on what's in front of us. My only condition for my forgiveness is that you apologize to Bodhi, too.''

''First thing in the morning-'' Imogen was interrupted by a knock on the door. The girls both looked at each other puzzled, and Y/N went quietly to open the door, only to reveal Bodhi standing behind it. His hair was tousled, he was already in his pyjamas and he had a hopeful look on his face.

"Can we talk? '' ''Yes, yes of course come in.'' When Bodhi stepped into the room and caught sight of Imogen, he raised his eyebrows prompting.

''I came with a white flag and will leave you two alone. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Imogen asked, heading for the door. ''Well-rested and ready to go. Have Good night.'' ''You too.'' With that, she left, and Bodhi and Y/N were alone in the room. He turned to his girlfriend curiously: ''What was this about?''

''She asked for forgiveness.'' Bodhi couldn't help the grin that spread across his face and Y/N swore she was falling in love all over again.

"Really?" she nodded and swallowed.

''Bodhi, I'm sorry I didn't open the door for you earlier...'' ''Hey, it's all right, you don't have to apologize. You needed time for yourself, and I totally understand that. If anyone must apologize, it's me.''

''Bodhi-''

"I love you and I can see what their behaviour did to you, and I should have done much more about it. I should have stood up for you more. I failed and I am so incredibly sorry...''

'Bodhi, I would never blame you for that. Don't say that you can't even think that, I love you. I'm sorry that our relationship has put you in such a position with your friends in the first place.'' She murmured and Bodhi closed the distance between them with two steps, taking her face in both hands.

'I've never had doubts about our relationship. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and ever will. I thank every god that there is and heaven for you and not a day goes by that my love for you doesn't grow. I want to spend my life with you and never be a day without you.''

''I don't want that either.''

''Good, because I'll be yours for as long as you want me.''

''I want you until the end and beyond that.''

'Until the end and beyond it is then.''

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The Lost Dragon 2 - Letters.

Summary:

A series of letters that Aemond wrote to Vaelys, but never sent.

Warnings - Angst, Drama, Language, Allusion to Smut, Discussions of Events from Lost Dragon, Future Events.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

Word Count: 9507

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Dear Vaelys,

The halls of the Red Keep feel emptier without you. Even though it has only been a few days since you went to Dragonstone, it seems like an eternity has passed. I find myself wandering through the corridors, expecting to see your smile around every corner, only to be met with silence and shadows.

You were my only friend, Vaelys, the one person who understood me in ways no one else could. With you gone, I feel a profound loneliness that I cannot shake. It is as if a part of me has been torn away, leaving an aching void in its place. I miss our conversations, our shared laughter, and the comfort of knowing that someone cared for me not as a Prince, but as simply Aemond.

Dragonstone is now your home. Yet, I selfishly wish you were still here, by my side. The burden of our family's name feels heavier without your presence to lighten it.

All my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I write to you with a heart heavy with sorrow, having heard the news of Laena's passing.

We are to gather on Driftmark for her funeral, to honour her memory and pay our respects. Yet, in the midst of this sorrow, I must confess to feeling a pang of something I should not—a glimmer of anticipation.

I know it is selfish of me, but the thought of seeing you again brings a light to my heart that I have not felt since you left King's Landing. The days have been long and lonely without you here, and the prospect of being in your company, even under such mournful circumstances, brings me a measure of solace.

I have missed you terribly, Vaelys. The thought of seeing you again, if only for a short while, gives me something to hold onto in these dark times.

I hope you are well and finding strength amidst the sorrow. I look forward to our reunion on Driftmark, though it is shrouded in the grief of loss. Until then, please take care of yourself and know that you are in my thoughts.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I-I don’t know how to start this. Everything hurts. My eye-or where it was-the pain is-it's too much. I can’t think straight, can’t do anything. The simplest things are so hard now. Writing this-it’s near almost impossible. My handshakes, and my vision blurs.

I need you. I need you here, with me. I can’t-I don’t know how much longer I can endure this. The pain, the frustration, the-the loneliness. It’s like a storm in my mind, and I’m drowning in it. I don’t know what to do. I’m so lost without you.

Please, Vaelys, come to me. I need your help, your presence, your-your everything. You always knew how to make things better, how to-how to make the world seem less dark. I can’t do this alone. I’m breaking apart. I don’t know how to be whole again.

The nights are the worst. The pain doesn’t stop, and I-I can’t sleep. I just lie there, thinking, hurting. I need you to help me, to make the pain bearable, to-to be my friend again. I’m begging you, Vaelys. Please, come.

I can’t write anymore. It’s too much. But please, know that I need you. More than ever.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I-I do not hate you for what happened on Driftmark. I know you were scared. What happened to my eye was not your fault. It was your brother's actions that led to this.

All I wanted was a dragon. I was tired of being picked on, tired of being seen as lesser because I did not have one. Claiming Vhagar felt like the only way to prove myself, to finally belong.

The loss of my eye is a burden I will carry for the rest of my life, but it is not a burden I place on you. I miss you, Vaelys,

With all my love,

Aemond

Dear Vaelys,

I hesitate to write to you about this, but I feel I must.

On my thirteenth name day, Aegon took me to the street of silk. He said it was time for me to ‘get it wet’. I-I tried to refuse, but he wouldn’t listen. He pushed me into that place, and I did what he said because I felt I had no choice.

I felt nothing but shame and disgust. I didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to do what he said. But I did it. And now I am left with this sense of filth that I cannot wash away. I feel so ashamed, Vaelys. So deeply ashamed of what happened, of what I did.

I beg you, please do not hate me for this. It was not something I wanted, not something I chose. Aegon made me do it, and I feel like a part of me has been tainted forever. I am so afraid of what you will think of me now.

Please, Vaelys, understand that I am still the same person you have always known. I am lost and in pain, but I am still Aemond. I need your forgiveness, your understanding, now more than ever.

P-Please d-don’t hate m-me.

With all my love,

Aemond

Dear Vaelys,

I have immersed myself in the study of history and philosophy. The ancient texts have provided a welcome distraction and have opened my mind to new perspectives. The wisdom of those who came before us is fascinating.

In addition to my studies, I have been training with the sword daily. The discipline and physical exertion help to clear my mind and strengthen my body. It is a way for me to channel my energy and focus on something productive. I feel myself improving with each session, growing more confident and skilled.

A few days ago, I took Vhagar for a flight across the Blackwater. The experience was exhilarating, the wind in my face and the vast expanse of the sky around me. We flew for many hours, and eventually, I saw the silhouette of Dragonstone in the distance. My heart raced with the thought of flying further, of coming to see you.

But as I neared, I lost my nerve. Doubts crept in, and I turned Vhagar back towards King’s Landing.

I wanted to let you know that you are always in my thoughts, even when I am far away.

With all my love,

Aemond

Dear Vaelys,

I cannot help but wonder why you have not written to me.

We made a promise to each other in front of the weirwood tree, a promise that I have held close to my heart. Do those words mean nothing to you now? How could you cast me adrift like this? Do you not realize how much I need you?

I feel abandoned, Vaelys. I feel as if you have turned away from me, and it tears at my soul. You were my closest friend, the one person who understood me better than anyone else. Why have you turned on me?

I find myself questioning everything. Did our bond mean so little to you? Have you truly forgotten the connection we shared? I am struggling to understand how you could simply let go, how you could leave me to face this world alone.

Please, Vaelys..

With all my love,

Aemond

Dear Vaelys,

It feels both comforting and ridiculous to write to you again after so many years. These letters, unsent and unseen, have become a private sanctuary for my thoughts. I suppose it is my way of holding onto something that has long since faded.

I miss you, Vaelys. I miss the closeness we once shared, the bond that felt unbreakable. Yet with each passing day, the distance between us grows, and our promise in front of the weirwood tree seems less likely to ever be fulfilled. I often wonder if you think of me as I think of you, or if I have become just a distant memory, a shadow of your past.

It is strange, this compulsion to write to you when I know these words will never reach you. Perhaps it is my way of preserving the connection we had, a connection that seems to slip further away with time.

Life has moved on, as it inevitably does. I have continued my studies, my training, and my duties, but there is always an ache, a sense of something missing. You were my friend, the one who understood me in ways no one else could. The absence of your presence has left a void that nothing seems to fill.

I often find myself at the window of my chambers, gazing out at the horizon, wondering what you are doing, where you are, and if you are happy. I wonder if you remember our promise if it still holds any meaning for you. For me, it is a bittersweet reminder of a time when the future seemed so certain, so bright.

I fear the distance that has grown between us, both physical and emotional. I fear that the years have changed us in ways that make it impossible to bridge the gap. Yet, despite these fears, I hold onto the hope that somewhere in your heart, you still remember and care.

This letter, like the others, will remain unsent, a testament to my thoughts and feelings that will never reach you. But it feels good to express them, to put into words the emotions that have long been buried.

Know that I miss you, and that you are always in my thoughts, even as the years continue to pass.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

You are here, in the Red Keep. After six long years, I finally saw you today. Oh gods, Vaelys, you are so beautiful, my breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded in my chest the moment I laid eyes on you.

But you wouldn’t look at me. You were so close, yet you seemed so far away, hovering near those bastard Strong brothers of yours. It made me angry, Vaelys. Why won’t you look at me? Why do you stay so close to them and not come to me?

I had hoped that our reunion would be different, that we would find our way back to the connection we once shared.

I have missed you terribly, and to see you so close yet feel so distant is unbearable.

The sight of you today has brought all my feelings rushing back, feelings I thought I had buried deep within. The memory of our promise in front of the weirwood tree haunts me still. Do you remember it?

Please, Vaelys, I need to know. Look at me, speak to me, let me understand what has happened between us. The years have been long and lonely without you and seeing you today has reminded me of how much I need you, how much I still care.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I find myself unable to shake the feeling of anger and resentment that gnaws at my soul. The petition for Driftmark, my father's sudden resurgence from his sickbed to defend his favourite child once again, and the ploy for power by Vaemond.

And then there was the feast. Forced to break bread with people I despise, to smile and nod and pretend to be civil when all I wanted to do was scream. And through it all, you still wouldn't look at me.

Why, Vaelys? Why do you turn away from me? Am I no longer worthy of your attention, your friendship?

It feels as if we are strangers, ships passing in the night with nothing but silence between us. I yearn for the connection we once shared, for the warmth of your smile and the comfort of your presence.

Seeing you here has stirred things within me. My cock grows hard at the thought of you and forgive me-I have fucked my fist many times this night. I wish to know what it feels like-to touch you with my lips, my fingers and my cock, would you let me sheath myself within you and never leave? I long to be the only man who will ever know you in that way-to take your maidenhead and keep you as mine forever.

I know that these words will never reach you. But I cannot keep them inside any longer.

Please, Vaelys, look at me. Speak to me.

With all my love,

Aemond

Dear Vaelys,

The King is dead, and my wastrel of a brother Aegon has been crowned. Your mother was the named heir, but he is the Kings first born son, it was the right thing to do, the proper thing to do but I feel the uncertainty swirling within me.

You are Rhaenyra’s heir; you would have been Queen one day. But now, with Aegon as King, that future has been snatched away from you, and I helped to do it. I-I cannot bear the thought of what this means for you now.

My grandsire has commanded that I fly to Storm's End and choose a Baratheon for a bride. A political alliance, a marriage to secure support for Aegon.

I-I don’t want to, the thought turns my stomach-of taking a woman I do not desire, to again be forced-but I must.

But I want you to know that this is duty and nothing more. I will NEVER love her.

For in my heart, there is only one woman I desire, only one woman I long to call my own.

It is you, Vaelys. You are the one. Please, forgive me.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I beg of you, forgive me. Forgive me for my foolishness, my arrogance, my selfishness.

I heard the words you spoke, Vaelys. I heard you declare your intention to marry Cregan Stark, and something inside me snapped. I was consumed by rage and jealousy.

I chased after you in that wretched storm, blinded by my rage and my desperation. I did not think, I did not consider the consequences of my actions. All I knew was that I could not bear to lose you, that I could not bear to see you in the arms of another.

And now, your beloved dragon, Archonei, lies dead, and you are a prisoner in the Red Keep. The guilt is like a weight upon my chest, crushing me with its enormity.

Seeing you bleeding and bound in chains is something I will never forget, and neither is the fire you spewed forth-I’m shameless in my admittance that my cock grew hard when you refused to bend the knee.

It brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction to hear your words.

Your truly are a dragon-the revelation that you are the daughter of Daemon doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, you’ve always had that rogue quality about you.

What my brother wanted to do to you-I couldn’t allow it. I know marrying me after everything that’s happened isn’t ideal, but it was the only way to save you.

I brought you here, this is ALL my fault.

But I beg of you, Vaelys, find it in your heart to forgive me. Forgive me please.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

I find myself at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the events that have transpired between us. Our union, our marriage, was meant to be a joyous occasion, a celebration of our love and commitment to each other. But instead, it has become a nightmare, a twisted mockery of everything we hold dear.

To be forced to consummate our union in front of witnesses, to have our most intimate moments laid bare for all to see—it sickens me, Vaelys. It fills me with a sense of shame and disgust that I cannot shake. Our first time together, tainted by the prying eyes of others.

And afterwards, when it was over, and we were left alone in our chambers, you begged for me to hold you. You sobbed in my arms, your tears a bitter reminder of the pain and humiliation you had endured. I wanted to comfort you, to soothe your fears and wipe away your tears, but I felt powerless to do so.

I am haunted by the memory of that night, Vaelys. The look in your eyes, the sound of your sobs—it will stay with me forever. You deserved better.

I know not what the future holds, Vaelys. I know only that I cannot bear to see you in pain, to see you suffer, I will do whatever it takes to protect you, to shield you from further harm.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Dear Vaelys,

The war rages on. And now, my brother, has made a demand of me that I cannot bear to think of.

You, Vaelys, have become a pawn in his twisted game of power and ambition. Your friendship with Helaena, your admiration for the beauty of the gardens—I cannot help but laugh at your fear of bugs.

But then, my brother summoned me, and the laughter died on my lips. The war was not going well, he said, and having you as a hostage was not achieving the desired results. And so, he demanded that I get you with child—another hostage to be used against our enemies, a pawn in this game of thrones.

The very thought of it fills me with revulsion, Vaelys. To think that a child born from us could be used in such a manner.

Forgive me, Vaelys, for the pain and suffering that I have brought upon you.

With all my love,

Aemond.

Vaelys,

I cannot begin to express the fury that consumes me in this moment. After everything we shared, after the passion and the intimacy we experienced together, you dared to try and escape from me. How could you, Vaelys?

You said you chose me, that you wanted to be with me, and yet you tried to leave. Do you not understand what you mean to me? Do you not realize the lengths I would go to in order to keep you safe, to protect you from harm? I killed Ser Erryk, because he dared to try and help you escape. I would not have you taken away from me, Vaelys, not now, not ever.

You belong to me, body and soul, and I will not allow anyone to take you from me. You are mine, Vaelys, and you will remain mine until the end of time.

Do not think for a moment that you can escape from me again. I will not hesitate to take whatever measures are necessary to ensure that you remain by my side, where you belong.

Remember this, Vaelys: you are MINE, and nothing and no one will ever change that.

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I find myself torn between fury and tenderness, anger and love, as I sit down to write to you. The events of the past days have tested me in ways I never thought possible, and yet, despite everything, my feelings for you remain unchanged. No matter how much I try to deny it, I cannot escape the truth—I love you, Vaelys, more than words can express.

I lied to Aegon for you, Vaelys. Despite my fury at your attempt to escape, I could not bear the thought of any harm coming to you. And so, when he demanded answers, I protected you.

I allowed you to write to your mother, even though I knew I should not have. It was a risk, a dangerous game to play, but I could not deny you this small comfort. You are trapped here, as I am, and I know how much you long to be reunited with your family. I could not deny you that, not when I have already taken so much from you.

And then, you found the drawings—the ones you gave me all those years ago. I had kept every single one of them, tucked away in a secret corner of my chambers. They were a reminder of you, of our love before the world tore us apart.

We spent the most wondrous time together in bed, Vaelys, lost in each other's arms as if nothing else mattered.

Oh gods, it was unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. It was everything.

I love you, Vaelys, more than words can express.

With all my love,

Aemond.

My Darling,

The gods have blessed us. Your womb carries our child, a precious gift that fills me with an indescribable sense of wonder and gratitude.

Oh gods, Vaelys, I can hardly contain myself. The thought of our child, our flesh and blood, growing within you—it fills me with a sense of awe and reverence that I cannot put into words.

Everyone expects a son. And yet, as I sit here and ponder the future that awaits us, I cannot help but wonder what it would be like to have a daughter. A precious little girl, with your eyes and my hair, to dote upon and cherish for all eternity.

But regardless of whether our child is a son or a daughter, one thing is certain— they will be loved beyond measure. They will know nothing but warmth and affection, surrounded by the love of us both.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

Last night, men sneaked into our chambers, their blades glinting in the darkness as they forced me to my knees, holding me at knife point.

In that moment, I feared for my life, Vaelys. I feared that I would never see you again.

But then you came, like a beacon of hope in the darkness. You begged for my life.

That if they spared my life you would go with them willingly. The thought of you wanting to leave me again—it tore at my soul, Vaelys.

But I was wrong to doubt you, for in that moment, you proved yourself to be a true dragon, fierce and unyielding.

You seized a weapon, and you struck one of the men with a fury that took my breath away. It was a sight to behold, Vaelys, to see you defend me with such courage and determination. In that moment, I felt a swell of pride and admiration for you, my beloved wife, as you fought to protect me.

With your brave actions, you gave me the opportunity to dispatch the intruders quickly, to ensure that we both emerged from the ordeal unscathed. And for that, Vaelys, I am eternally grateful. You risked everything to save me, to protect our love, and I will never forget it.

We moved into Maegor’s Holdfast at my mother’s insistence and I’m not ashamed to admit that my sexual appetite for you that night was ravenous.

Fucking you as many times as I was able to, left me thoroughly satisfied beyond all measure and I must say the way you bite your lip as you peak around my cock has left me wanting to see it again.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Love,

We have a daughter.

Sovia, my byka grēges. She is such a sweet little girl, with your eyes and my hair, a perfect blend of the love we share.

Never did I imagine that I could create something so beautiful, so precious. To hold her in my arms, to feel her tiny fingers wrapped around mine—it is a feeling beyond words, a love beyond measure.

She is our legacy, our hope for the future, and I am so proud to call her my daughter.

I cannot thank you enough, Vaelys, for birthing our child. You are the bravest, strongest woman I know, and I am so proud of you, Vaelys—proud of the woman you are, proud of the mother you have become. You have given me the greatest gift imaginable, and for that, I will be forever grateful.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

Another child, another precious gift to fill our lives with love and laughter—it is more than I could have ever hoped for. In the midst of war and uncertainty, the thought of our growing family brings me a sense of peace and joy that I cannot put into words.

Life with our little Sovia has been a whirlwind of joy and wonder, each day filled with new discoveries and precious moments shared together as a family. She is growing so quickly, and now, to know that another little one will soon join our ranks—it fills me with a sense of awe and gratitude that I cannot fully express.

Thank you, Vaelys, for blessing me with your love and the gift of our children.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My sweet wife,

I cannot help but feel torn between my duty to my family and my duty to my king. The war between the Greens and the Blacks still rages on, consuming everything in its path, and yet I find myself caught in the middle, torn between conflicting loyalties and obligations.

Your father still holds Harrenhal, your mother remains on Dragonstone, and Aegon grows tired of our grandsire's inaction. He has removed him from his position as Hand of the King and temporarily promoted Ser Criston Cole instead, his strategy aggressive and one that promises to bring an end to the conflict once and for all.

Admittedly, I am reluctant to leave you and Sovia behind, to ride into battle once more and risk everything for a cause that seems increasingly futile. But I know that I cannot refuse. I ride the largest dragon in the world, and I am expected to defend my King, no matter the cost.

I cannot promise that I will return unscathed. War is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, one that takes as much as it gives. But know this—I will fight with every ounce of strength and courage that I possess, not for glory or honour, but for the safety and security of our family.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Dearest Vaelys,

The battle at Rook's Rest has come and gone, but the memory of what transpired in the skies above will haunt me for the rest of my days. Rhaenys and Baela appeared on their dragons, Meleys and Moondancer, and engaged us in a deadly aerial duel that shook the very foundations of the earth.

I knew that I could not harm your sister Baela, no matter the cost. I could not bear the thought of you hating me for the rest of our days, knowing that I had taken the life of someone you loved. And so, I made a choice—

I directed Vhagar towards my brother's dragon, Sunfyre, and the two beasts collided with a force that even the sky seemed to shake. Meleys and Sunfyre engaged one another in a deadly dance of fire and blood, until finally, both dragons lay dead upon the ground.

Rhaenys and Aegon were badly injured in the battle, their bodies broken and battered by the violence that surrounded them. I knew that I could not allow Baela to suffer, and so I made her promise to escape, to take her grandmother and leave before it was too late.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Love,

Aegon's injuries have rendered him unfit to rule, and I have been crowned Prince Regent in his stead.

But with this newfound authority comes a clash of wills and ideologies. My grandsire, the one who should be guiding me through these turbulent times, insists that we attack Dragonstone, that we strike at the heart of our enemies and crush them once and for all. But I cannot ignore the voice of reason that whispers in the back of my mind, urging caution and restraint.

He claims that my love for you clouds my judgment, that I am incapable of making rational decisions when it comes to matters of the heart. But he does not understand, Vaelys—he does not see the strength and courage that you have instilled within me, the unwavering support and love that sustains me through even the darkest of times.

I will not be some puppet king to be manipulated and controlled. I will not bow to the whims of others, no matter how powerful or influential they may be. I will do things my way, Vaelys, for the good of our family and the future of our house.

With all my love,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

The news of your poisoning has left me reeling, my mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance and justice for the harm that has been done to you and our unborn child.

I cannot begin to express the depth of my sorrow, Vaelys, for the loss of the babe you carried, the child that we would never know. The weight of that loss weighs heavy on my heart, a burden that I fear I will carry with me for the rest of my days. But know this—you are not alone in your grief, my dear wife. I am here for you, now and always.

It took many weeks for you to heal, Vaelys, both physically and emotionally, but you did. And yet, even as you found the strength to carry on, I could not shake the rage that burned within me, the need for vengeance against those who had wronged us.

I have found the ones responsible, and I have dealt with them accordingly. Larys Strong, the snake who orchestrated this vile act—he is dead, his life snuffed out by my own hands. I watched as the light faded from his eyes, a small measure of justice for the pain and suffering he caused. And yet, even as I sought vengeance against him, I could not bring myself to end the life of my own mother. She has been locked away in her chambers, to face the consequences of her actions in solitude and shame.

But my sweet wife, the pain and loss you have endured—I swore to keep you safe, to protect you from harm, and yet I have failed. I cannot bear the thought of you suffering any longer, Vaelys, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are safe and protected from harm.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Love,

I cannot begin to express the depth of my sorrow, Vaelys, for leaving you vulnerable to my brother's disgusting actions, for failing to protect you from harm when you needed me the most.

I should have been there for you, Vaelys. I should have stood by your side and shielded you from the darkness.

I killed him, struck my sword straight through his throat. Gods, there was so much blood, so much pain and suffering that could have been avoided if only I had been stronger, braver, better.

But you are safe now, Vaelys.

With all my love,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I have written to Rhaenyra and informed her of Aegon's death, knowing full well that she will come to take her place on the Iron Throne. And when she does, I know that my time will most likely come to an end, by the blade, Dark Sister.

I keep a brave face on in front of you and our daughter, for I know that you both deserve nothing less. But inside, I am filled with a sense of resignation, knowing that my fate is sealed yet strangely, there is a sense of peace that accompanies this knowledge, a sense of contentment that I have finally done what is right by you and our daughter.

I know that my actions may have cost me my life, Vaelys, but I do not regret them. For in the end, all that matters to me is that you are safe and protected from harm. I would gladly lay down my life for you, my dear wife, and for our daughter, knowing that I have fulfilled my duty as a husband and a father.

So as we await the arrival of Rhaenyra and the inevitable confrontation that will follow, know that I face death with a sense of calm and acceptance. For even in death, I will find solace in the knowledge that I have done what is right, and that you are safe and loved beyond measure.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I did not expect to live. When your father's blade was poised to strike me down, I resigned myself to my fate, prepared to meet my end with a sense of calm and acceptance. But then you, my fierce and determined wife, stepped in to save me once again, casting yourself between me and the blade, risking your own life to protect mine.

And for that, I am eternally grateful. Your love has saved me in more ways than one, and I will spend the rest of my days repaying that debt to you, however I can. But alas, it seems that fate had other plans for me, for I soon found myself being locked away, stripped of my weapons and bound in chains, awaiting judgement for my crimes.

When the time came for my judgement, my heart broke at the thought of being separated from you and our daughter for two long years. To be exiled from your side, to miss out on watching Sovia grow and flourish, it is a punishment far greater than any I could have imagined.

But know this, my dear wife—I will endure this exile with a sense of resolve and determination, knowing that it is a small price to pay for the love and happiness that you have brought into my life. And when the time comes for us to be reunited once again, I will hold you and our daughter in my arms and never let you go.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Dearest Love,

As I sit down to write to you now, the memories of our final night together weigh heavily on my heart. There was no better way to spend it than with you and our sweet daughter.

The joy of hearing her say her first word, 'Da-Da' filled me with a sense of warmth and happiness that I will carry with me always.

But as the night grew quiet and the world around us fell into darkness, I found myself consumed by a hunger that could not be sated. The thought of being separated from you, my beloved wife, for two long years filled me with a sense of unrestrained longing, an ache that echoed in the depths of my soul.

And so, in the quiet of our chambers, I was unrestrained and ravenous, my appetite for you unyielding. I wanted to memorize every curve and contour of your body, to imprint the taste of your lips upon my own, knowing that it would be the last time we would share such intimacy for a long time to come.

I will miss you, Vaelys, more than words can express. I will miss the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace. My heart is broken at the thought of being away from you, from Sovia, for so long.

But know this, my dear wife—I will carry you both with me always, in my heart and in my thoughts, as I endure this exile and await the day when we can be reunited once again. Until then, know that I love you more than words can say, and that not a moment goes by that I do not long for your presence by my side.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Love,

As I sit here in this lonely exile, the emptiness around me echoes the despair in my heart. Each passing day feels like an eternity without you by my side, and the longing for your presence consumes me like a relentless flame.

My heart breaks at the thought of being separated from you, my beloved wife, for such a long period of time. The pain of our separation is a constant companion, a heavy burden that weighs me down with every passing moment.

I cannot help but wonder if our sweet Sovia will even remember me when I return. Will she still recognize the sound of my voice, the touch of my hand? The thought of being a stranger to my own daughter fills me with a sense of sorrow and regret that cuts me to the core.

But I know that I must endure, my dear Vaelys, for the sake of our family and our future together. This exile is a cruel punishment, but I will not let it break me. I will hold onto the hope of our reunion, the promise of a brighter tomorrow when we can be together once again.

Until that day comes, know that you are always in my thoughts and in my heart. I yearn for the day when I can hold you in my arms again, to feel the warmth of your embrace and the love that binds us together.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Queen,

It has been far too long since I last put ink to paper to write to you, my love.

In the years that have passed, our lives have been filled with both joy and sorrow, triumphs and challenges. But through it all, one thing has remained constant—the love that binds us together, unbreakable and enduring.

We have been blessed with more children, Daevyn, Aemon, and Rekara have brought immeasurable joy into our lives, their laughter filling our halls with warmth and light. To see them grow and flourish under your care fills my heart with pride and gratitude, knowing that they are the legacy of our love.

And now, to see you crowned as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, with me by your side as your King Consort—it is a dream that I never dared to imagine would come true. To think that we have come so far, to stand together as rulers of our realm, united in purpose and devotion—it is a testament to the strength and resilience of our love.

My dear Vaelys, as I write these words to you now, I am filled with a sense of awe and gratitude for the life that we have built together. Through all the trials and tribulations that we have faced, you have been my rock, my guiding light, my source of strength and inspiration. I am eternally grateful for your love, my queen, and I pledge to stand by your side always, as your devoted husband and loyal consort.

With all my love and devotion,

Aemond.

My Love,

I write to you now with a heart full of joy and anticipation, for we are soon to become grandparents. The thought of welcoming a new generation into our family fills me with a sense of wonder and awe, and yet, I cannot help but wonder if I am truly old enough to bear such a title.

The prospect of becoming a grandfather both thrills and terrifies me. I find myself wondering if I will be able to live up to the expectations that come with such a role, if I will be able to offer our grandchild the love and guidance that they deserve.

As I reflect on my own journey as a father, I cannot help but feel a sense of uncertainty. I tried my best to be there for our children, to offer them the support and guidance that they needed to flourish, but there were times when I feared that it was not enough. And now, as I prepare to take on the role of a grandfather, I can only hope that my efforts as a father have laid the foundation for success.

But amidst all the uncertainty, one thing remains clear—I am filled with a sense of love and excitement at the prospect of welcoming our grandchild into the world. I know that with you by my side, my dear Vaelys, we will navigate this new chapter of our lives together, with love and devotion guiding our way.

With all my love and anticipation,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

The loss of your brother Jacaerys weighs heavily upon me, a sacrifice that I feel unworthy of and one that has left me grappling with emotions I scarcely know how to express.

Jace and I have never been close, our relationship strained by the circumstances of our birth and the paths our lives have taken. Yet, in the midst of battle on the Stepstones, he chose to give his life to save mine. It is a decision that confounds me, for I cannot fathom why the bastard boy would make such a sacrifice for me.

As I ponder his actions, I am forced to confront a truth that I have long denied: Jace was a man of incredible bravery. Despite our differences, despite the enmity that often lay between us, he showed a courage and nobility in his final moments that I cannot ignore. Though I would never admit it aloud, I have come to respect him deeply for that.

His sacrifice leaves me feeling unworthy, Vaelys. I question what it is about me that merited such a noble act, and whether I will ever be able to live up to the honour he bestowed upon me. The burden of his death is a heavy one to bear, and I fear that I may never fully understand his motives or reconcile myself to his loss.

Yet, amidst this turmoil, I find solace in your presence, my love. You have always been my anchor, and I am grateful for the strength you provide.

With all my love and sorrow,

Aemond.

My Love,

Never in my wildest imaginings did I think I would find myself in the position I was mere days ago, assisting you in bringing our newest child into the world. A hidden pregnancy, the Maester called it—something rare and unforeseen, yet it has blessed us with another precious life.

The shock of realizing that you were in labour was profound. We had no inkling that you were carrying another child, and I had thought my days of siring children were long behind me. Yet, as I held our tiny son in my arms for the first time, all I could feel was a profound sense of love and gratitude.

In that moment, there was only one name that came to mind: Jacaerys, in honour of your brave brother who sacrificed himself for me. Though Jace and I had our differences, his courage and nobility left an indelible mark on my heart, and it is only fitting that our son should bear his name.

As I write this, I am filled with a sense of wonder at the unexpected blessings that life continues to bestow upon us. Our family has grown once more, and I am grateful beyond words for the strength and resilience you have shown, my dearest Vaelys. You never cease to amaze me with your courage and grace, and I am honoured to walk this path alongside you.

With all my love and admiration,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I write to you today with a heart full of both pride and concern for our grandson, Vhalarr. He is a remarkable boy, and it has become increasingly clear that he possesses a rare gift—a gift that both intrigues and troubles me deeply. Helaena believes he is an exceptionally gifted dragon dreamer.

However, it is precisely this gift that burdens my heart with worry. The dreams Vhalarr experiences are vivid and often disturbing, filled with images and premonitions that a boy of his age should not have to bear. Helaena assures me that in time, he will learn to make sense of what he sees, but until then, it is a heavy burden for one so young.

I find myself questioning how we can best support and guide him through this challenging period. The weight of such visions is immense, and I fear for the toll it might take on his young mind and spirit. It is a rare and precious gift, but one that comes with its own set of trials and responsibilities.

I hope that with our guidance and love, he will grow into his gift and learn to wield it with wisdom and strength.

With all my love and determination,

Aemond.

My sweet Vaelys,

It has been many years since I last wrote to you, and I find myself almost at a loss for words, so accustomed have I become to sharing my heart with you face to face. But today is a day of such significance that I feel compelled to return to the written word, if only to capture the depth of my emotions.

Our son Jacaerys is getting married today, and not to one, but to two loves—Vhalarr and Saeryna. This is a union that not seen since the days of Aegon the Conqueror, and I find myself reflecting on the weight of this moment. To think that our son, born in such unexpected circumstances, would come to embody such a rare and profound love is beyond anything I could have imagined.

The wedding of Jacaerys, Vhalarr, and Saeryna fills my heart with both pride and hope. I see in them a bond that is both strong and true, a love that mirrors the unity and strength we have always strived for in our own marriage. Yet, I cannot help but recall the history of Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya, and the challenges they faced in their unique union.

I pray that their marriage will be filled with harmony and understanding, that the love they share will fortify them against any trials they may face. Our world has changed much since the days of the Conqueror, and I believe that with our guidance and support, they can create a new legacy of love and unity.

You and I have walked a long and winding path together, Vaelys, and it is our enduring love that has been the foundation of our family. I see that same strength in our son and his spouses, and I am filled with hope that their journey will be one of joy and fulfilment.

As I watch them take their vows, I will be reminded of our own journey, the trials we have faced, and the love that has sustained us. I am grateful beyond words for the life we have built together, for the children and grandchildren we have raised, and for the love that continues to grow within our family.

With all my love and deepest hopes for the future,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I find myself struggling to put my thoughts into words, so great is the sorrow that fills my heart. The Maesters, with all their knowledge and skills, have been unable to find a cure for your ailment, and each day I see you grow weaker. It is a torment unlike any I have ever known, to watch the love of my life suffer and feel so helpless.

You have always been my strength, my guiding star, and the thought of losing you is unbearable. We have faced so much together, from the tumultuous days of war to the joys of raising our children and seeing them flourish.

I think back on our journey, the promises we made beneath the weirwood tree, the love that has only deepened with time. You have been my constant companion, my confidante, my everything.

You have given me so much, Vaelys—more than I could ever have hoped for. Our life together has been a tapestry of love and adventure, woven with threads of joy and sorrow, triumph and hardship. Even now, as you face this cruel illness, you remain a beacon of light and hope, reminding me of the beauty and resilience of the human spirit.

I pray each night for a miracle, for a cure that will restore you to health. But in the absence of such a miracle, I want you to know how deeply and completely I love you. You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I will be by your side, through every moment of this journey, offering you all the love and support I can.

If there is any solace to be found, it is in the knowledge that our love is eternal. No matter what happens, that love will endure, a testament to the bond we share. I am grateful for every moment we have had together and for the family we have built. Our love will live on in our children and grandchildren, a legacy of the extraordinary life we have shared.

With all my love and unwavering devotion,

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

You are gone, and my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces. Writing this letter feels like a cruel mockery, a way to pretend that you might still hear my words, though I know you never will.

You died in my arms, and as I held you in those final moments, a part of me died with you.

How do I live in a world where you do not exist? Every breath feels like a betrayal, every heartbeat a reminder that you are no longer here. I do not know how to carry on without you, nor do I want to. The very thought of facing each day without your presence, your smile, your love, is more than I can bear.

You were my everything, Vaelys. My strength, my joy, my reason for living. We built a life together, filled with love and memories that now feel like hollow echoes in your absence.

I do not know how to go on without you. I do not know how to wake up each morning and face a world that has lost its light. The days stretch out before me like an endless, empty void, each moment a reminder of what I have lost. I find myself longing for the end, for a way to be with you once more, wherever you may be.

Our children and grandchildren need me, I know this. They look to me for strength, for guidance, for the love that you and I built together. But how can I give them what I no longer possess? How can I be a father, a grandsire, a great grandsire when my own heart is broken and bleeding?

You were the best part of me, Vaelys. Without you, I am a hollow shell, a man bereft of purpose and joy. I miss you with every fibre of my being, and I curse the fates that took you from me. How cruel it is to love so deeply, only to have that love torn away.

I do not know how to live without you.

Until we meet again, my love, my heart, my everything.

Aemond.

My Darling,

Today we laid you to rest. The streets of King’s Landing were filled with people expressing their sorrow for our beloved Queen. Flower petals lingered in the air, and the city came to a standstill as they mourned you. It was a beautiful tribute, but it did nothing to ease the pain in my heart.

I could not bring myself to say the words for Vhagar to ignite the pyre. My tears were unending, and I felt as if my very soul was being torn apart.

Our daughter, Sovia, had to give the command. She stood there with such strength that I could not muster. Watching your pyre ignite and seeing the flames consume you was the hardest thing I have ever endured.

I feel lost without you.

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I have watched our children, Sovia and Daevyn, be crowned as the new Queen and King of the realm. They are strong and capable, and I know they will rule wisely and justly. I have remained long enough to see our children ascend to the throne, to ensure that our legacy lives on. But now, I find that I cannot go on any longer.

The world without you is a place of unending sorrow and pain. Every breath I take feels like a betrayal, every heartbeat a reminder that you are no longer here. I have tried to be strong for our family, to carry on as you would have wanted me to, but I can no longer endure this agony. The weight of my grief is too much to bear, and the thought of living the rest of my days without you is unbearable.

I want to be with you, Vaelys. I long to hold you in my arms once more, to hear your voice, to feel your touch. The pain of your absence has hollowed me out, leaving nothing but a shell of the man I once was. I cannot cope with this emptiness, this aching void that consumes me every moment of every day.

Sovia and Daevyn are strong. They will thrive and continue our legacy, just as you would have wanted. I am so proud of them, and I know you would be too. But I cannot find solace in their achievements, not when the ache of your absence is a constant, gnawing pain.

The thought of continuing without you is more than I can bear. I want to die, Vaelys. I want to be with you once more, to find peace in your embrace. I do not fear death, not if it means I can be with you again.

Please forgive me for my weakness, for my inability to cope with this life without you. Know that I love you with all my heart, and that love is what sustains me even now. But it is not enough. I need you, Vaelys. I need to be with you.

Until we are reunited, know that you are always in my heart, my thoughts, my every breath. I love you now and forever.

Aemond.

My Vaelys,

I hear your voice. Soft, like a whisper carried on the wind, calling to me. At first, I thought it was merely my mind playing cruel tricks on me, but now I am certain. It is you. Are you calling to me, my love? Is my time near?

I am ready, Vaelys. I have lived my life, seen our children ascend to the throne, and watched over our family as best as I could.

Come for me, my love. I am ready. I am ready to leave this world behind and join you in whatever lies beyond.

Please, Vaelys, come for me. I am ready to follow your voice, ready to find the peace and happiness that I have been denied for so long. I love you now and forever, and I am ready to be with you once more.

Aemond.

"More, mama-“

Daenerys smiled tenderly down at her daughter, her heart swelling with love. "There is no more, my love," she replied gently, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room of the Red Keep.

Closing the overflowing book, Daenerys held her daughter close, savouring the warmth of her embrace.

“He died of a broken heart, didn’t he?”

“Yes, my love," replied Daenerys, her voice soft with sorrow. "It was said that Aemond was a dragon who mourned the loss of his greatest treasure-that he couldn't exist without the other half of his soul."

A small smile tugged at the corners of the little girl's lips as she pondered her mother's words. "Maybe that's what my baby brother could be called," she said thoughtfully. "Aemond."

Daenerys' amethyst eyes softened as she looked down at her daughter, her heart swelling with love. "Aemond," she repeated, as she ran a hand over her round stomach.

"Vaelys,”

The little girl turned at the sound of her name, her face breaking into a radiant smile at the sight of her father.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, reaching out her arms to him.

Jon scooped her up into his embrace, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "How's my little princess?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Mama was reading letters to me," Vaelys replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And I had an idea for my brother's name."

Jon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What's that, sweetheart?"

"Aemond," Vaelys said eagerly.

Jon's heart swelled with pride at his daughter. "Aemond," he repeated, testing out the name on his tongue. "I think that's a wonderful idea-after all we can’t have a Vaelys without her Aemond”.

THE END.

A.N - Apologise for the long fic, but I just couldn't seperate it and yes I cried.

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