you vex me (aemond targaryen x reader)
part two now posted!
pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon fem!reader
warning: angst , pining, enemies to lovers ?? , incest (uncle/niece) it's hotd ofc.
word count: 1.5k
a/n: i couldn't help myself but use the iconic bridgerton line as a prompt for this. if y'all want this to be an enemies to lovers series let me know
The wind rustled the Weirwood tree, leaves drifting down from the branches above – your candle lamp being the only source of light as it illuminated the empty courtyard. The Godswood had become your escape from the endless politics that lived within the Keep. It started when you were a child as a place to hide from your siblings, now a place to hide from the world – since returning to King's Landing with your mother Princess Rhaenyra, and your siblings there has been barely a moment where there wasn’t an argument or physical altercation of sorts. The nightly visits to the old Weirwood tree had become a routine at this point, you had gotten quite good at sneaking out of your chambers without alerting your guards.
You breathe in the open air, the smell of poppy flowers and the candle wax that burnt aside you whifting through your nostrils. You had missed the beauty of the Red Keep, that is beauty that remained untouched by the Greens that now overrule the place you once called home. You sink deeper into the grass, propping the book you borrowed from Daemon on your lap, the candle lamp flickering as you read to yourself. You let your mind wander as you mindlessly study the text, enjoying your peace when you hear a loud groan followed by some hushed arguments.
Your personal escape invaded.
The darkness engulfed the courtyard as you extinguished the candle flame, a part of yourself nagging you to return to your chambers before you’re caught, the other wanting you to stay. Book in hand you hid behind the Weirwood tree when the sound of Aegon stumbling into the ground broke the silence, Aemond following close behind him.
“Oh it’s you fools,” you say curtly, stepping out from behind the tree. You glance at Aegon, still laying face down in the grass mumbling nonsense words to himself. “Seems like someone had one too many drinks,”.
“Where is your guard?” Aemond questioned, strands of his silver blonde hair falling over his shoulder as he struggles to hold up the now unconscious Aegon. Even in the darkness, you can see his muscles flex, bunching his leather sleeves up as he adjusts Aegon’s slumped body around his arm.
“Where is yours, Uncle?” You jest. Aemond’s eye rakes your figure up and down, with the whole distraction you had completely forgotten that you stood in the courtyard in your nightgown. You wrap your arms closer to your chest, using the book as a cover – despite that you could still feel his gaze on you.
“One might question your reasoning for being out during the hours of the owl, dear niece… given your mother’s reputation and all,” he steered, his words mocking – an attempt to get a raise out of you.
“Mmm, your words do not provoke me…” you reply, stepping towards him, “Given the position your brother is in, it is quite hypocritical no?” you continue now standing toe to toe. Neither one of you broke the gaze, he stood tall and agile – raising his hand he grazes his fingertips along a strand of your hair letting it fall. Your lips flatten into a thin line, not giving him the response he craves.
All of sudden, Aegon’s stomach lurched and gurgled as he retched into the bushes, Aemond unfazed by his older brother's unsavory behavior. Aegon wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes half open as he floundered through the courtyard yelling incoherent sentences. Cursing, Aemond attempted to quiet his brother, “Do you want to get caught, you idiot?”. His slender fingers gripped Aegon's collar as he attempted to drag him out, Aegon resisted, kicking his younger brother and causing Aemond to lose his grip. The two toss and chase one another around the courtyard, although it is an entertaining show it was beginning to become an issue. As much as you hate to admit it Aemond is right, if guards were to find that had snuck out of your chambers rumors would circulate, and albeit you have become attuned to the whispers about your family – it would do no good for your mother.
The siblings continue to wrestle with each other, “Oh for Heaven’s sake, will both of you stop.” you interrupt, “I would rather not get caught being out of my chambers… especially not with you two pigs,”. Aemond ignoring your words continued to hold his brother down, his hair flowing off his shoulder as he knelt down to Aegon – his hands curled into fists striking him unconscious. You jolt towards them, your face painted in shock, Aemond untroubled brushes his knuckles – the ends of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he watches your expression.
“You did ask for us to stop, did you not?” Aemond coaxes amused by your annoyance. You roll your eyes, deciding whether you should leave the two or assist. The latter decision winning, you walk past Aemond’s lean silhouette, using your full weight to pull up Aegon’s limp body. “What are you doing?”, he questions his eyebrow creasing as he watches you.
“As I said, I wish not to get caught… so let’s get on with it,” you commanded, struggling to hold Aegon’s motionless- self upright. He hefted Aegon’s body and held him against himself like a child, taking the majority of his weight off you. “Lord, he is deceivingly heavy,” you groan as you wrap your arm around him helping Aemond carry his brother back to his chambers.
“I thought you were strong? like your brothers,” Aemond’s jaw clenched as he stifles his laugh, a proud grin across his face. You abruptly come to a halt hanking Aegon’s arm back, causing him and Aemond to lose balance and stumble into the stone pavement.
“Oops, I thought I saw a guard, my mistake!” you remarked looking down at him. His eye darkens, pushing his body off the ground, he plants himself before you. Perhaps you had pushed him too far. His fingers snake under your chin and rest beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his stare.
“You infuriate me,” his grip tightened across your jaw, not enough pressure to bruise but firm enough to leave traces of his touch.
“And you vex me,” jolting your chin up, his finger tracing the lines of your face. You study his face, his sharp features prominent in the dark night. The faded scar across his face, although a symbol of the rivalry – fascinated you, it made you want to trace the lengths of it with your fingers but you resisted.
“You truly are the bane of my existence,” he mumbled, his body so close to yours you can feel his warm breath and his musky scent that lingered between your bodies. His blue eye pierced into yours. He places his grip down on your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could register it. Although your mind despises him, your body says otherwise. Aemond grins at your sounds, his middle and forefinger touching your chin and then brushing your bottom lip. Every nerve in your body is searing with heat from his touch. Your breath catches in your lungs as his other hand snakes into your hair pulling your face closer, your lips hovering inches away from his.
Aegon’s groans interrupt you both, “Fuck,” Aemond whispers, pulling away from you. You stood dazed. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten he was still unconscious on the ground. You did not know who to hate more, Aegon for ruining the moment, or yourself for feeling the way you feel for Aemond. You hide your disappointment, as Aemond steps away from you hoisting his brother upright. You slowly move towards them holding up Aegon on the other side, your face still flustered.
The shuffles of your footsteps echo the empty corridor nearing Aegon’s chamber. Aemond adjusts his grip on Aegon, his fingers graze your arm. The sudden contact hitches your breath, his fingers still on your arm, unfazed at the warmth underneath his touch. You let his fingertips linger on your arm as you both hauled the drunken Prince into his room.
You wait by the door as Aemond carries his brother to his bed. Despite the fight that had just occurred with his brother, Aemond is still careful placing him down. You struggled to comprehend how someone could be so vexing but so gentle. All you knew was that Aemond Targaryen intrigues you.
His lean figure appears from the darkness of Aegon’s chamber, you notice his expression soften as he sees you still waiting. You clear your throat, “I should make way to my chamber…” you pause a part of you hoping he would interject, “It is late,” you continue.
“Indeed,” His demeanor changed to the Aemond you knew, the Aemond you loathed. He stood tall with his arms behind his back – not bothering to make eye contact with you.
You scoff, “Goodnight Prince Aemond,”, you roll your eyes as you turn to make your way to your quarters when a sudden grip pulls you back forcing you to collapse into his body. You look down at his hand firm on your arm. Aemond’s mouth descends onto yours, you tense – but return the movements. His kiss is a hungry clash of tongue and teeth. His hand cups your face, the other entangled in your hair as he captures you in a firmer kiss.
“I still despise you,” you say in between deep kisses. You feel his smile as he murmurs, “I know,” into your lips, the inviting warmth of his tongue skimming along yours.
part two here
