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A/N: While I continue to write my Aemond Targaryen fanfiction, here is a Tom Bennet fanfic I've had sitting in my brain for a while.
When Tom Bennet leaves for the war, you are already pregnant.
You spend nearly two years alone, carrying his child, surviving air raids, giving birth without him, and raising a baby he has never held. By the time Tom finally comes home, you are no longer the waiting wife he remembers. You are a mother, hardened by absence and forced independence.
TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Dubcon, Toxic, p in v sex, semi dark!Tom, no use of y/n, dirty talk, cockwarming, somno, drugging, lactation kink (with lactation), forced orgasm, creampie,
Reading Time: 12 minutes.
You remember the day you felt the changes.
The way certain smells made your nose turn up. The way your breasts had become more tender. The way you became emotional at almost anything that you thought of, heard or saw.
You remember the day it was confirmed. How excited you were. After months, years of trying, your dreams were finally coming true.
You were pregnant.
And when you told Tom? Well, he was more excited than you. Lifting you off the floor and squeezing you tightly. Not much had gone right for Tom in his life, but you. You were the one thing he hadnt managed to fuck up.
Yet.
Then the war started. And Tom was drafted. He'd miss it all, the sick days, the appointments, the first kick, the cravings. And God, he hoped he wouldn't miss the birth, but it was a possibility, a large one.
You cried, and he held you in his arms. He promised he'd be back in one piece, safely to see you and his baby. That he would keep his mind intact and come back whole to you. He'd write to you when he could and hoped he would receive any and all of your letters.
And so the day eventually came when you said goodbye to him. When you hugged him and cried into his arms once more. He kissed your forehead and held back his own tears, wanting to be strong for you.
Then he let go.
You found comfort in other women going through the same thing. Many were also pregnant or already had young children. You joined a group, and you had Tom's sister for support as well.
It was rough. Pregnancy alone with no emotional support, or at least not support from the person you wanted, was hard. You wrote letters constantly keeping him updated on every progress, but you rarely heard back.
Months went by. Your belly grew, you painted the nursery and built the crib. You imagined life with a second child, how Tom would get to do this on his own next time...if there would be a next time.
Those thoughts were the hardest. What if he didn't come back? What if he died? What if he couldn't keep his mind intact? You read stories in the paper of men who came back from the First War, broken. Would snap at the smallest sounds and at the people they loved most.
Would Tom ever snap at you? At your child? Could you be so sure that war wouldn't change him and he wouldn't harm you or the baby?
You pushed those thoughts out. Went day by day. Worked in a grocery store, making not much but decent money. You lived with Tom's sister before you could eventually afford your own place.
You were near the end now. Tom's letters held no hope for his return. He said sorry many times, saying how badly he wished he could be there to see his first child born, but that he would most likely miss it.
You wished he'd get injured, that something would happen that would force him back home...back to you. It was dark, you knew that deep down. But you couldn't help it, you couldn't help but be angry at the situation.
The birth of your son came and went. He was a beautiful baby, easy to. As if he knew not to give his mother more trouble than she could handle. Tom's sister helped when she could, gave money towards the baby and babysat when needed.
But more time went by, and no letters came. The last letter you sent held a Polaroid of you holding Henry, thats what you named him, Henry. Hopefully, Tom got the letter, hopefully the image would be enough to keep him going. You hoped he'd see he had something, someone to return to.
More time went by.
And soon your baby boy had turned into a toddler. Henry was one now and the spitting image of his father.
Your hope turned into resignation.
Your waiting turned into a routine.
Your patience turned into anger.
Your love turned into something you no longer recognized.
Your forgiveness turned into something he would have to earn.
Deep down, you knew you couldn't place the blame on him. You knew that he was forced into this as much as you were. That if he had the option, he'd have chosen to stay home with you and Henry.
Yet your heart no longer allowed for what felt like excuses.
And so you stopped waiting by the door. You stopped writing letters to someone you weren't even sure was still there. No more did you attend those mother group meetings. You couldn't stand their hope. You couldn't stand to listen to them one more time tell you that things will be fine and that you must be patient.
Fuck being patient. You couldn't care less who wins or loses this war. You just wanted your husband.
It was late at night after tucking Henry into bed. As you stared at the toddler, at the face of your husband. And you decided then, you needed to be strong. For Henry.
Anything of Tom's was packed away. His clothes were in a labelled box, shoved into storage. Any photos flipped over so you didn't see him. You couldn't be reminded of him.
And it worked. Overtime you became happier, focusing on your son and his future.
And then....it happened.
You were in the kitchen cooking, the radio on. Henry was playing with his toys as usual in the living room when you heard him speak.
"Hewo." It had been the one word he enjoyed saying. But normally, Henry would only say it to others. You peeked into the living room, your view only seeing Henry, but then you saw a shadow move. Panic filled your chest, and you grabbe dthe bat you had near and stepped further into the room.
And there he was. Tom Bennet.
His eyes were locked onto Henry. A tear slid down his cheek as he stared at the boy. He took a step forward, and before you could tell your body no, you reached for Henry first, pulling him into your arms, into safety.
Tom was shocked at first, snapping out of his head. When his eyes found yours, they softened, and a gentle smile came to his lips.
"Baby." He took a step forward, and you took one back. He sighed, understanding it was all a shock. "...he's beautiful...you look well..."
You look well? Thats what he had to say?
For some reason, the words filled you with anger.
"Say something...anything." He steps forward once more. You hold up a hand, stopping him from coming any closer. "Im not going to hurt you....I would never hurt you."
You knew that, God, you knew that deep down.
"It's just- a shock. I didn't expect you to come back, really..." It was brutal but honest.
"Well im here. Im here and im not going anywhere."
He sounded like your Tom. he looked like your Tom. He acted like your Tom.
Had war not changed him a bit?
"Two years alone...I gave birth alone. I raised him alone. Im just so angry at you for not being here...and I know it wasn't your choice but-"
"But you can't help it." Tom finished your sentence for you. Of course, he did the man knew you better than anyone else. "I understand, of course, I understand love. But im here now and im not going anywhere. I want to be here for you and our boy."
"I think I need time- we need time."
It hurt Tom to hear that; he had imagined this reunion going a lot smoother in his head, but he understood.
"Can I hold him before I go? Please." You could see the pleading in his eyes. Not even you could say no to him. You handed Henry to him. Tom held the boy tightly, smelling his hair and kissing his forehead. You could hear him repeating "daddy's here" over and over. It tugged at your heartstrings, but you would sooner cut those strings with a butcher knife than ever rely on your heart again.
After a moment longer, Tom stepped closer to you, handing Henry back to you again. He kissed Henry's forehead once more and then, making sure you were okay beforehand, kissed your cheek.
He promised to give you space but begged you to agree to see him once more this week.
But that week came and went by, and truthfully, you avoided Tom altogether. You had the locks changed. You switched routes to avoid areas you thought he might be in.
And Tom himself noticed that he could tell you were avoiding him. All this time, he worried about whether war would change him, but it seemed to have changed you. You had grown independent and cold. Guarded. And he blamed himself for it.
Many weeks went by, and a cold frustration settled in. He couldn't take it anymore. Tom wanted to be with his wife and so,n not living with his sister after being away at war for two years. He knew you needed the time, but how much time did you really need for you to remember your husband was back?
So he did research. After finding out more about where you went during certain days and time Tom caught you at the perfect moment. You were carrying groceries home, and Henry was waiting at the house with his babysitter. Tom crossed the street, coming in front of you.
"You've been avoiding me." His voice was rushed and low. "Why?"
"I-I told you I needed time." You try to walk around him.
"How much time do you need, love. I miss you and Henry so much. I just want us to be a family again."
"Were we ever a family?" The words came out before you could stop them.
"Don't say such things." Tom was hurt, his voice running cold. "Of course were a family. I didn't want to leave love! You know that. But im here now-"
"Well, now it's too late! I've learned to live without you, Tom. I've learned to be on my own. And letting you back in again could prove to be stupid if you end up having to leave me!"
"Baby-" Tom tried to reach for you, but you backed away. His hand fell at his side. "I know it can't have been easy for you. I don't doubt that. And I know you're worried about the future, but please, please don't let that be what keeps my son and wife from me. Im begging you."
You could hear the raw emotion in his voice. The last time you had heard him on the verge of tears was your wedding day when he read his vows.
"I just- I need time, Tom. Real time." Despite the war of emotions raging inside you, your voice held firm. Tom, seeing your determination, nodded and stepped out of your way so you could head home.
A month went by. Tom was driven to madness. Plagued by nightmares of what he saw, felt and could smell. The scent of death, the sounds of gunfire and bombs, was often all too much. He spoke to whatever doctors they said he should, but what did they know? They weren't out there. They didnt see what he saw. And no amount of medication or sleep could remove those memories.
The only thing that could help him was his family, his family which was only a couple minute walk away but yet so far out of his reach.
Tom's routine was abandoned. He stopped taking his medication, and he began drinking. He was waiting by the door constantly, hoping you'd knock, hoping youd show up ready to welcome him back in your life, but you never came. He wondered if thats how you felt, waiting for him to come home to you, but he never showed up.
And one night...he snapped.
You put Henry to bed. Sang him his usual songs, read the same stories and kissed him in the same spots. You changed for bed and read some chaptersof a book you recently bought while drinking your tea that was brewing while you had been busy tucking Henry in.
You didn't notice the change in taste. Or how quickly you fell asleep, your body luring you into that comforting darkness.
You don't know when you fell asleep, but eventually you felt yourself being pulled out of it.
There was a familiar feeling growing within you. Your mind was slowly waking, slowly taking in your surroundings.
Thats when you felt the warmth on your body, the hands between your thighs. The fingers swirling on your bud bring you pleasure, slowly waking you up.
"Wake up for me, love." You knew without a doubt who it was; only one man could have you close to your peak like this.
Your core clenched around nothing as he continued to tease your bud. You wanted to talk but felt all too weak to do so. Your limbs felt heavy and tired.
His fingers did not stop a beat. He could hear your breathy moans and knew you were close. He pushed a finger inside you, finding that spot that he knew could bring you pleasure. It only took mere seconds before you came into his hands. He removed his now-wet finger from within you. You could not see it, but he used the wetness to coat his cock, which was already hard. He moved himself so he was above you.
"So beautiful. My pretty girl." He kissed you gently. You hated how much you enjoyed it; his touch, which you had not felt in years, was like a wake-up to who you used to be. Who you were for him. His wife.
"I know this was wrong of me...but if I could just get you to remember. Remember how much I love you, and you love me, then I know we can get back to normal."
You managed to finally muster enough strength to move your arms, trying to use them to push him off you. He tutted softly and took hold of your wrists, bringing them down.
"Relax, love." He pulled your legs apart, nestling himself between them. "I know you want me." You could smell the rum on his breath; he was drunk.
You feel his cock push against you and sigh when you feel him fully enter you, filling you in a way no man ever could. You could feel his cock twitch within you, and you watched as he spoke gently to himself.
Despite war temptation, Tom had waited. He entertained no other woman like every husband should.
The stretch was painful, and you were grateful for the pause to let you readjust. Tom leaned his head on your neck as he rocked his hips with gently shallow thrusts. He left kisses on your neck and cheek.
Your arms lifted once more, but this time they didn't push him away; they wrapped around his neck. You could feel the head of his cock pushing against your cervix, and the stretch was still painful; a small whimper passed your lips.
"Shhh itll feel good soon. Fuck your tight. You just need time to remember me." Tom groaned as he picked up the pace. The bed rocking into the wall creates a soft rhythm.
"You don't know how much I missed this pussy. How much I missed your touch." The pain warred into pleasure, and the tip of his cock began repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you.
His hand comes up and grips your breasts before rolling your nipples between his fingers. They had become sensitive since breastfeeding. Tom watched with pleasure as some milk spilled out.
"Wouldn't want to waste that." He adjusted himself so he could bring his mouth to your breasts and use his other hand to return to swirling your clit and bringing you constant pleasure while he drank greedily. He switched to the other breast and gave it the same treatment before coming up to your mouth and kissing you deeply.
"I know I should have asked first. And I shouldn't have drugged you," he saw your eyebrows raise in confusion. "Easy to pick a lock, love. Docs prescribed Barbiturates, given to help with the sleep nightmares...knocks you out quick, wake up too soon and you feel immobilized, but don't worry...i just needed to use it for our first time back together."
His hips began moving once more. His hands found your waist as he held you for leverage and began fucking into you, his head fallen back in pleasure. Not even you could help yourself as your moans spilled past your lips, even picking up in pitch. He knew you were close once more.
"No one else could fuck you like this. No one else could have you like this. You're mine, my wife, the mother of my child." He kissed you once more.
"Im gonna fuck another baby into you, and I promise you im not going anywhere this time, hm? You want that?"
The pleasure was all too much, you mewled back to him, which he took for yes. Tom wraps a hand around your throat, one on your hip for leverage and keeps fucking into you.
"Fuck im almost there. Gonna cum inside my wife, gonna put a baby in her so we can be a family again. Fuck."
Tom releases your throat once more, circling your bud.
"Cum with me, baby. Cum with me and I'll know you forgive me, hm? Do it for me, do it for our family." Tom pulled the pleasure out from you and could feel you tighten around him. Broken moans fall from your lips. Just knowing you came had him spill his seed within you and collapsing next to your head, moaning in your ear and kissing you wth promises to love you and cherish you. You felt yourself slowly relax around him as he lay next to you and adjusted himself.
Though he stayed inside you, wanting that connection.
"Shh," he cooed, one hand on your stomach imaginig it round once more. "Did so good for me."
He pulled the covers over both of you and held you closely, still not removing himself from within you.
"I love you, baby, I'll always love you. And im not letting you go anywhere if it's not with me."
You felt the pull of sleep and exhaustion.
You didn't know what to think of what just happened. Part of you was disgusted that he would do something like this, drug you, then crawl into your bed. And part of you felt a release you didn't know was needed.
You had loved him once, but you weren't sure what to call this now.
But you were sure of one thought.
War did this to us.
A/N: Thank you to anyone who read! Im happy to be back into writing once more. Let me know what you guys thought, and if you wish to be a part of my general taglist then let me know in a comment! Love you guys!
Im currently sitting at my desk, Jan 16th, was about to upload chapter 5 of Mitchell Estates when I noticed there was an issue with the file.
The file is not only where I write the current chapters, but also the ENTIRE STORY PLAN! From chapter 1 all the way to chapter 17.
After trying everything, I can't seem to fix it. This is what I get for trying to switch to Microsoft Word instead of GoogleDocs Im not sure what im going to do now. I started this series in 2024 (thats how old the doc was) and just started picking it back up a couple of weeks ago.
That plan had everything I thought out. Unless I sit here and rewrite it, which would involve me trying to remember my plan, it seems as though Mitchell Estates is lost.
I hate leaving something undone, but it was already challenging to continue a project from two years ago, especially since my writing has evolved.
But everything has a bright side, since Mitchell Estates is finito, I will bring up the post date for my first-ever Aemond Targaryen fanfiction
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I'd appreciate it if you could watch out for that.
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A/N: Another short chapter im sorry, a lot of my time and effort is going into this beautiful HOTD fanfic im writing, which I can't wait to share with you guys, so bear with me when it comes to short chapters.
TW: Nothing to worry about, very pg!
Summary: Reading week rolls around, and with a break from classes, you indulge in some fun and romance.
Word Count: 1176
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The weather slowly changes into colder nights as the trees now stand bare, leaves on the floor. It's the season of pumpkin spice lattes and cafe shop study sessions.
You cram in the last of your midterm assignments before reading week and rejoice in getting to have a week off from school before stressing over final exams.
When reading week finally starts, it feels like you can take a deep breath. Finally, not having to worry about assignments, tests, due dates or begging professors for extensions, you decide to celebrate with drinks at a bar with a coupleof friends.
"So, how is the new place? Settled in yet?" You look at your friend Alivia as she sets down the drinks.
"It's nice. It feels like home now, more than a temporary solution. Cheap rent, can't complain, I guess." You shrug, grab one of the drinks, and take a sip. You take a sip of the drink while looking around the bar. You manage to spot someone from your building.
His name is Billy, and not the sweet one that's always blushing, but instead the one who rarely ever leaves his unit.
Time flies by as you dance with your friends and take more shots than you should've and could afford. Finally, toning down a bit, you head to the bar to get a glass of water. As you wait for the bartender's attention, you overhear the conversation next to you between Michael and some girl.
"I can't keep giving you money Billy." She sounds irritated.
"I'll pay you back-"
"When? With what money? You dont even have a job." She scoffs, you can almost feel the tension rolling of him, that struck a chord.
"Its not like I don't want one. Im trying to find one! I've been trying!" You can tell she doesnt believe him.
"Im not giving you any money...im so sick of this." She grabs her purse and storms out of the bar, leavingMichaell on his own. He orders another shot, his head in his hands.
You feel for the guy, even you werent having the best of luck getting a job. Your savings was slowly running out and you couldnt help but sympathize with his situation.
The bartender hands you your water and before leavig you turn to him.
"If its any consolation im struggling to find a job too." You drunkenly walk away back to your friends table missing the small smile that reaches Billy's face.
Its already halfway through rewading week. Time feels like its flying by and the idea of going back to the mundane routine of college feels depressing and annoying.
But joy comes in the form of Liam as you continue to baby sit him from time to time. Today the both of you spent time at the zoo since it was free admission, then spent more hours than you coud coulnt at the park and finally ending the day offf with some pizza and movies back at your place. By the time that Jack knocked on your door to pick Liam up, he was already in your bed knocked out.
"Thank you again for watching him. You've honestly been a lifesaver." Jack sighs as he sets down his work bag.
"No problem Jack. He's a good kid, I have loads of fun with him." You can see the strained and tired look on his face. "How about you sit for a bit, hes sleeping anyways....want some tea?"
Jack gives you a polite and grateful smile with a nod before sitting on your couch. Once the tea was ready you sat down next to him.
"I don't wish to pry but...Liam mentioned a long time ago that you took him away from your dad?" You took a sip before placing the cup down.
"Uh, yeah. My dad was...abusive. Not too mention he wasnt a good influence, would push me to do things that wasnt right. The second i grew a backbone i took Jack and ran. Been just us ever since." He stared at the wall as if he was lost in the memories.
"Wow...you're a great big brother."
"Am I? What am I really doing...living in a shitty one bedroom apartment. Barely able to afford anything." He sighs deeply. You can see the weight of the world on his shoulders. Taking care of a kid when your a kid yourself isnt easy. "I should get him up." He starts to stand up.
"Take a break. He can sleep longer, you're always running around-" You take his hand pulling him back down to sit wanting him to take a break.
"Im worried that if I stop ill mess everything up...Thank you for watching him, and for listening to me ramble on."
"If you ever need anyone to talk to. I will always be here." You both stared at each other for a while. There was a warmth in Jack's eyes as if he realises hes found a friend and a support system. Before you have time to reat he leans forward kissing you gently. Its soft and kind, not rushed or rough. And just before it goes any further you hear your room door open.
"Jack?" Liam walks out rubbing his eyes sleepily. Jack's head hangs low a bit before he pulls away from you. You cant tell he was dissapointed.
"Yeah Im here...you ready to head home?" Liam nods walking over to the door to grab his backpack. You walk them both out the door, Jack doesnt say much besides another thank you and a shy look.
Bright and early the next morning you enjoy a heart breakfast and your favourite shows when a knock comes to your door. You go to answer it only to find Jack standing there, he loooks nervous.
"Morning...I wanted to talk to you about last night. Im sorry I kissed you like that out of the blue it was wrong of me I didnt mean to take advantage of the situation. But also- Im not looking for any kind of relationship, i think its best i focus on raising Liam no matter how badly i wish i could date normally." He has a look on his face as if to say "dont hate me."
You understand instantly. It s another sacrifice Jack is makingh in order to focus his full attention on his brother.
"I understand...truly. And please dont let what happen stop you from asking me to babysit." Theres a sigh of relief as Jack realizes your not angry with him for his decision. You both talk for a bit longer before he runs off to head to work.
Part of you is sad truly, you wished something more could have blossomed between you and Jack. He would have been a stark contrast to the assholes you had dated in the past.
You hope Jack eventually eases up on himself and allows himself to live as well. And you hope you can find a man as good and pure as he is.
A/N: Once again, I am so happy to be back to writing. I absolutely loved this chapter; it was a stark contrast to how the reader has interacted with the other men. Most have passionate nights, but this felt so wholesome. I am still working on my secret HOTD fic. Which I hope to start posting in the new year (im building a chapter reserve lol.)
Otherwise, I hope you all have an amazing holiday. I will also be enjoying mine with some family. And you can expect chapter 5 soon! Love y'all.
A/N: WE ARE SO BACK! I hope you guys enjoy the shit writing but loads of drama! LOL!
//Dividers by@firefly-graphics
Summary: Another week has gone by in your weird apartment. Since your late night with Will, you both haven't talked since then, but have shared awkward glances. When you woke, you did notice the changes in your apartment but didn't question it.
VERY SHORT CHAPTER AS IT IS A FILLER
TW: Nothing at all, very PG!
Word Count: 1421 Words.
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The weather was beginning to get cold. The apartment pool is now drained, leaving little to do around here.
You take the time to catch up on some reading for classes, sitting at one of the picnic benches. As always, you observe some of your neighbours, the white haired man returned from a walk with his dog, who pulls him towards you. He stands off to the side, smoking while you play a couple rounds of fetch before he interrupts and heads home.
Maybe you should get a dog, your friends have been so busy lately with classes and their own lives, it wouldn't hurt to have some companionship.
As you return back to your reading Jack exits his apartment while on the phone, he looked deeply stressed.
"I understand that Mr Meyer but I can't come in today, my brother is sick-" you watch as he sits on the floor by his door defeated. "no i don't want to lose my job...." he pinches the bridge of his nose. "yes....ll be there soo- hello?" He looks at the phone and sighs loudly his hand unvolnatrily slamming on the ground.
You can't help but feel bad, clearly Jack was taking care of his brother alone. You stand up walking over awkwardly.
"Sorry to interrupt...I was being a bit nosy and overheard your conversation...I'm not doing anything today. I can watch Liam."
Jack looks up wide-eyed and quickly stands up. "Really? You would do that? I don't have the money to pay you-"
"You don't have to pay me, honestly, it's fine. I want to help." Jack smiles brightly and lets out a breath he was holding.
"Thank you! Thank you! He's an easy kid, there's food inside you can make him lunch using that and eat whatever you'd like!" Within 10 minutes, Jack was dressed for work and ran off to catch the bu,s leaving you and Liam alone.
Since it wasn't too cold, you both enjoyed the weather sitting outside as you showed Liam how to do leaf rubbings with some that had fallen off the nearby tree.
"So Liam, is it just you and Jack?" You ask as you doodle on the paper.
"Yeah. He takes care of me now." Liams voice goes sad as he stops drawing. "My dad used to be around but...he wasn't very nice to me or Jack...So Jack took us away."
"Wow...sounds like Jack loves you very much." Liam smiled brightly.
"He's my best friend." Liam continues his drawing and holds it up proudly.
"You did amazing!" As you look over his drawings the sounds of police sirens gets close. 4 cop cars pulls up to the apartment building and officers tell you to get upstairs. You grab Liams hand as you head up to the second floor ushering Liam into your house as you still watch from the railing.
Various officers pull out their guns, angling them at Will's door. You can't help but worry about what's wrong. They bang on his door.
"IT'S THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" They yell out and call a couple times before the door opens, Will, already dressed with his hands on his head. They take him to the ground, arresting him. "You're under arrest for robbery with a weapon, kidnapping, and first-degree murder." You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, you "
Your jaw drops at the list of charges. As Will walks to the police car, he looks up and sees you standing by your door. He smiles gently before he's shoved in.
As the police soon file out you notice another neighbor pearing out from behind a trash can the one that smokes, he quickly dashes to his unit and funny enough you see the con artist jump out the entire trash bin and run as well.
Clearly, you live with a bunch of criminals.
You and Liam hang out some more in your apartment, watching movies and playing games before he finally falls asleep. You carry him to his own unit and place him in his bed. You hang out in the living room, waiting for Jack to get back. Jack eventually returns from work and is grateful. You fill him in on what happened, and he's shocked to hear about it.
He thanks you again and tries to give you money, but you refuse, saying you'd be happy to watch him whenever he needed before leaving his unit. As you walk back to your unit, you see Ettore coming from upstairs. He looks at you, but then quickly looks away, something clutched in his palm.
Life had continued on as normally as it could be, the weather only getting colder. Will's apartment was cleared out as if he had never been there.
As you came home from school one day and settled on your couch with a bowl of noodles the news campe up flashing on screen.
"Breaking news tonight as police confirm the arrest of a man in connection with an armed robbery that happened at a small local post office in Derby."
You sat up straight as Will's mugshot came on the screen.
"According to investigations, the suspect and accomplices robbed a post office, which went wrong when they found a witness. The three masked men kidnapped the older man who worked at the post office and threw him in the trunk of their car. It is reported that the man arrested, named Will, was the one who eventually shot and killed the man."
Your hand covered your mouth; you had slept with a murderer. Video comes on the screen, it's dark and blurry, but three men are seen dragging someone to their car and throwing him in a trunk. Another video is shown of the same car and three men in some alleyway looking in the trunk, two of the men leave, and one is left behind. Will fires a shot into the trunk.
"One of his accomplices had come forward riddled with guilt, which led to the two other men, one still unknown, fleeing from their hometown. The police located Will where he was renting an apartment and arrested him two days ago. He has pleaded guilty to all charges including first-degree murder, armed robbery and kidnapping. The investigation is still ongoing for the third robber, and police are asking if anyone has additional information to come forward. We'll continue to bring you updates as more details become available."
You stare at the screen, dumbfounded to think that the very same person who had been inside you killed another person was wild. But yet you can only feel bad, it seems like a job went horribly wrong.
Later that day you head to some classes and study some more at the library, midterms are coming up for your first semester and your not worried but you know you cant fail. You spot the typical nerdy neighbors Micheal and Osferth both studying at the same table, they must be friends.
Once your done cramming information in your brain you head back home deciding to walk and talk in the scenery as you enter the complex you spot Shawn, the con artist, clearly up to something eyeing the package of the white haired man. He goes to grab it but you call out.
"Hey!" He looks over and scrambles off, running into his own apartment. You walk over and knock on the white haired man's door. It takes a while, but he opens the door in absolutely nothing but sweatpants and his hair tied back.
"Yes?" You hadn't realized you were staring.
You pick up the package off the floor and hold it out. "One of the neighbours was trying to steal it, just wanted to make sure you got it."
"Fucking Shawn..." he mumbles before gentlt taking the package. His dog comes shoving past him to say hello. "Vhagar no! Sit!" But she ignores him coming to you for some love which you give her. "shes obsessed with you clearly."
"Well, im obsessed with her." You give her a hug and kiss before standing back up.
"Well thanks for letting me know about this.." he gestures to the package in his arms. You wave it off with a "no problem" before saying goodbye and heading to your unit, as you turn you spot Ettore peeking out the management door before he slams it shut.
"Weirdo."
A/N: I am so happy to be back. This of course is a shorter chapter since its a filler chapter but the next one will be longer and spicier! Its already typed out just waiting to go!
SO much has happened in my life. Most of it is depressing, and I wouldn't want to sadden anyone's day, but after so long, I have felt a yearning to write again. I hope there is still a little Ewan Mitchell community on here, but if not ill still be writing lol. I will start off by finishing Mitchell Estates. I have already typed and read the next two chapters. And then I'll be working on a very long Aemond Targaryen fanfic. I have poured my heart into writing, and I am shocked many times that I wrote the words on my screen.
I hope you all enjoy what i write. I am stil in college so there be small pauses between work but I will be 100% transparent in my timelines.
A/N: This is short :/ but it's a cute ending and I like it so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Trying to speed run through my WIP's. Anywho here is the final part of Illusion!! Also sorry it took long, I'e been going through some stuff 😚
I do also want to mention that this isnt my best work. Because im finishing what past me started it was hard to make sure this came out good so...dont read to much into my shitty writing!
Summary: After Osferth saw you working at your night job you start avoiding him, embarassed about what he saw. He manages to get you alone and you both have a heart to heart.
TW: Virginity Loss, Smut, P in V, Alochol, Osferth being bold, Tiddy Suckkin
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Mortified.
That was the only way to express how you felt. You were utterly mortified.
Just when your life was getting better and things were looking up. It's almost as if the universe couldn't let you have a moment of peace.
Your brain ran wild as you drove back home. He would never see you the same again after this. There was no way he'd still want to go on that date. And you couldn't possibly go to his birthday party and face him.
You are quick to run up to your stairs when you finally arrive home. Not noticing the small boy in the living room who stayed up waiting for you to get home.
You didn't have work. You traded your shift the same day he asked you to go with him to his party. Your brothers had plans with friends from school and your mom was working all day.
You spent the first half of the day cleaning your room and the rest of the house. Not cause you had to but because what else was there to do.
For once in your life you had the house to yourself. And the only thing you wanted to do was sit on your couch with a fat tub of ice cream and maybe a hot pocket...or two.
So that's what you did.
Sweatpants, sweatshirts, and slippers. Ice cream, chips and your hot pockets were all you needed as you snuggled on the couch.
You binge-watched your favourite show you've seen way too many times, trying your best to push everything out of your head. You managed to get halfway through the first second season before someone rang the doorbell.
Crawling over the back of the couch miserably and walking over to the door while still keeping your eyes on the TV you open the door.
When you finally tear your eyes away from the screen to look in front of you Osferth is standing there.
Without thinking you slam the door shut in the face. You stand there staring at the now-closed door when the doorbell rings again.
Taking a deep breath and wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater you open the door again.
Osferth turned back around as he heard the door open. He walks back towards the door.
"Osferth liste-"
His hand is quickly holding on to the side of your face as his other pulls you flush against him. He dips down to kiss you silencing any objections.
You had always thought him to be too timid to do something like this. Too kind and gentle to kiss in such an intense way. When he finally pulls you away he doesn't let you go, continuing to hold you close.
"I shouldn't have approached you the way I did...I wasn't angry, disappointed or even disgusted..."
His fingers gently brush your cheek. His eyes take in all of your face as he's able to see you up close for the first time.
"I was jealous, I think, all those men looking at you I guess just got to me. Maybe I was also confused but that's all. I didn't mean to scare you off." Both his hands move to rest on your waist.
"I was just scared. Worried you would be. I should have heard you out instead of running. I was embarrassed."
Osferth listened to you as he rubbed circles on your waist comfortingly.
"And you had just invited me to your birthday, I was so scared tha-" You cut yourself off as something crossed your mind. "Wait- your birthday! What are you doing here? Your party started like an hour ago."
"I left...I couldn't celebrate without you there. I had hoped you would still come. When you didn't I asked around to find out where you lived."
"You have to go back! Everyone is there for you!" You tried to remove his hands to usher him back to his car but he held on to you tightly.
"I barely know half the people there. Plus, im not going back without you. I don't care if you strip I'm sure there's a reason you do it. And I won't ask if it's not something you want to talk about."
You contemplate telling him. It's not as if you didn't trust him but rather it was a pride thing. Most people wouldn't want to tell people about their family's financial struggles. Then again, if he was willing to overlook the fact that you danced half-naked for money to other men he deserved to at least know why.
"My dad had a gambling addiction. When he died his debts were passed off to us." Osferths hand held on to your lower back rubbing slowly in a soothing manner. "Loan Sharks came by a week after his funeral demanding their money. We paid them all we had in the bank but we still owe more. That's why I dropped out. That's why I strip."
"How much do you owe?"
"...not much left. I'll be done by the end of summer." Osferth nods. "Are you sure you're okay with the fact I strip? I know most guys-"
"Im not most guys. I get your situation. I just wish you had told me."
You smile softly. There is a moment of silence in between you two before Osferth leans back down for another kiss. This one is slightly different it's hungry and more aggressive. His hands slide down from your back to your butt giving it a playful squeeze.
Osferth walks you backwards into your house and uses his foot to close the door. As the kiss continues you soon notice a taste on your tongue, tequila.
You giggle against his lips, Osferths brow raises as he pulls away.
"What's so funny?"
"Did you drink before coming here?" His face flushes the tinniest bit as a smile creeps on his face.
"I took a shot in my car...liquid courage." It definitely gave him plenty of it. "I want you...so badly." He kisses the side of your face making his way down your neck, you tilt to the side giving him more access. "All of you."
You had never had someone say that to you. That they wanted you. Somewhere along the way you came to terms with the act that you could possibly never hear those words. But here they were, coming from the lips of the boy you least expected to say them.
"W-we shouldn't-" You pull your head back. You didn't know much about Osferth but you did know his family's religious standing.
"Yes-" He kisses you again before leaning down more so he can lift you up. "We should."
"Thought you were the wait until marriage type." Osferth smiles as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the couch sitting down with you straddling him.
"I can always repent." His hands roam up under a sweatshirt. "How about we take this off." You help him lift the shirt over your head. He takes a second admiring how good you look in your bra before reaching behind you to undo the clasps.
Once undone he flings your bra off to the side. He marvels over how perfect your tits fit in his hands. Gently rolling your nipples between his fingers before taking one in his mouth.
He sucks eagerly before releasing your nipple with a lewd pop and giving the other the same attention.
You could feel him getting harder below you, his cock straining in his jeans. You grind down on him as he gently grazes one of your nipples with his teeth watching your face for reactions.
You help him take his shirt off before leaning down to kiss him. Osferth was beautiful, despite the somewhat nerdy and shy look to him his body looked like it belonged to another man.
"Are you sure?" You understand like anyone giving your virginity is a big step. He nods and meets you the rest of the way pulling you against him into a soft kiss. He holds the back of your neck keeping you close as he continues rolling your nipple between his fingers.
He pulls away only to help you take off your sweatpants and to shimmy out of his jeans. You can only now see just how hard he is, the tip already leaking.
You reach in between you want to touch him but he gently grabs your wrists.
"I've wanted this for long I can't wait any longer." You lift your hips as he lines himself up. His face is fixed on yours as he lowers you unto his length watching every facial reaction, studying you.
Osferth's fingers grip your hips as you fully sit down. his breath coming in short pants as he leans his head against your chest.
"D-dont move yet. I want this to last." It takes him a moment before he starts to guide your hips to move slowly. You enjoy watching the pleasure plastered on his face.
You let Osferth take control as he pulls you against his chest planting his feet on the floor to gain leverage. You're taken off guard as he picks up pace not giving you a moment to breathe.
Motivated by your moans Osferth keeps going wanting to make you feel good, wanting this to be good for you.
"Osferth~" You rest your head on his shoulder his moans filling your ears. Those are the only sounds besides the crude sounds of his balls hitting your ass with every thrust.
His arms wrap around you holding as close to him as possible wanting to feel all of you inside and out.
"Does it feel good love?" his voice is sultry and only makes you clench around him. You nod back and can feel him smirk against your neck. "It must. I can feel you dripping down my thigh."
He stopped as he moved you both around laying you on your back, one leg over his shoulder and the other wrapped around the back of your thigh.
His eyes marvelled as he watched himself slowly slide in and out of you glistening with your arousal.
Seeing your body covered in a thin layer of sweat your eyes glazed over had his cock twitching within.
"I don't think ill be able to hold back much longer." He began moving once more picking back up in pace. The new angle had him hitting a spot within you that you had not known was there.
Osferth let go of one of your legs and has his hands found a way to your clit rubbing it gently. He could feel you tightening around him, your body writhing beneath him.
He watched as your orgasm washed over you. Your back arching off the couch, the way your eyes roll back slightly and you moan his name.
In his eyes, you looked like a goddess.
The view brings Osferth his own release he pulls out his cum painting your stomach.
You both sit for a moment minds racing to comprehend what just happened between you two.
"..how about we go shower then head to the party?" He stands up offering his hand, and you take it getting up off the couch.
Despite the doubt that crawls in your mind about if he's truly ok with your profession, you can't question one thing. He makes you feel loved and safe, a feeling you have not felt in a while.
And that there was no longer a need for an illusion.
A/N: AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK IF ANYONE STILL CARES. AND SORRY FOR THE SHITTY WRITING.
Four months should have been enough time. Should have been enough time to completely move on from the two-year whirlwind that was your relationship with the ever-elusive Aemond Targaryen.
Your relationship with Aemond Targaryen was difficult to put it mildly. You had tried. Really tried to make it work, but like with most things, there comes a time when things have simply run their course.
Aemond could be sweet, yet mostly, he was cold, closed off, and angry.
Aemond does not simply feel angry. He embodies anger. With each step he takes, he carries it around with him, like a festering wound he refuses to treat lest he forget the injustices he has suffered.
The smallest things could set him off, a harmless joke from his brother or his nephew simply breathing the same air.
the issue between him and his nephew, Luke, was simple enough to understand. You always thought it so tragic how an unfortunate childhood accident could tear a family apart at the seams. The accident had left Aemond blind in one eye, and as far as Aemond saw it, no one had ever paid for it. No one ever suffered for it, no one but Aemond that is.
His hate and anger ruled his life. It seeped into every facet of his being. Even being his girlfriend was not a shield from his rage.
This anger would come to a head when he ruined his father's birthday celebration, potentially the last one his sick ailing father would have. When he stood up and gave a toast insulting his nephews and calling his sister a whore, albeit using a roundabout way to say it. The ensuing physical altercation between Aemond and his other nephew, Jace, had been the final straw for you. No more would you live with this angry man. This powder keg that is just waiting to explode, this dragon grinding his jaw and salivating at any chance to tear apart those he saw as his enemies.
So, when you showed up for Helaena's birthday, a house party, Aegon is throwing. You were concerned about seeing Aemond for the first time since your split. You were over him. At least that's what you told yourself, and you believed it.
Until you walked in to see him, sitting on the sofa, cigarette in hand, smile on his face, and an arm around Floris' shoulders.
Floris Baratheon, a sweet little thing. Not a cruel bone in her body. The absolute visceral response you had to the scene was unexpected, yet you made sure to control your facial expression. You could not let him see you vulnerable or weak.
Yes, you were done with Aemond. You no longer wanted Aemond, but you did not approve of him to move on. To have someone else.
As you watch him sitting with Floris from across the crowded room of Aegon's flat, you feel your anger bubbling up. Four months, and he was already flirting about with a simpleton like Floris Baratheon? Had you meant so little to him?
You jump slightly as Helaena sneaks up next to you as you lean against the breakfast bar, drink in hand.
Helaena has always had this uncanny ability to seemingly pop up out of nowhere, with words of wisdom or nonsense. It truly was luck of the draw.
"There is no need to fight for what you don't want, just because someone else may want it." She muses thoughtfully.
"I'm not fighting for anything," you snap back. "She wants to deal with all of that. She's welcome to him."
"Hmmm," the light hum of Helaena's voice, usually a soothing sound, grates on your nerves.
"The two of you are more alike than either of you realize."
Your head instantly whips to the side, your eyes narrowed. "We are nothing alike," you hiss through gritted teeth.
Helaena simply hums in response before grabbing herself a wine cooler off the counter. "I hope you find some way to enjoy the evening."
"Hey," you call out behind her as she starts to walk away.
She turns and looks at you, with nothing but softness in her lavender eyes.
"Happy Birthday" You give her a weak smile.
"It will be entertaining, at least," she says dreamily before gliding off to welcome more of her friends who had just arrived.
With Helaena's final words lingering in your head, you knock back the drink in your hand and place the empty cup back on the counter.
Revenge is Aemond's favorite pastime. An obsession you have berated him for time and time again, yet here you stand, watching his faux gentleness that he seems intent on displaying for the fawn of a girl that sits beside him and all you can feel is the hunger inside you, willing you to take a bite out of him, sating that need for revenge of your own.
Aemond looks over at you briefly before his eye flickers back to Floris, carrying on their quiet conversation, which, from what you could gather, looked more like Floris speaking incessantly and Aemond, with his false patience, listening intently, or at least pretending to.
"What are ya drinking ya tart!" Aegon slurs as he leans over the counter, mixing himself another drink.
"Had a whiskey, looking for something else, though." You let your words trail off as your eyes search the countertop.
When you finally find the bowl of cherries, you turn to Aegon and bat your lashes. "Make me a tart cherry? You were always the best at making them. " You offer him a sweet smile as you lean over the counter. The short black dress you have on hardly concealing your rear.
"Ahh! A tart for a tart!" Aegon chuckles as he starts to make the drink, spilling liqueur all about the countertop.
You roll your eyes, careful not to let Aegon see. He's an idiot, but tonight, you will make him a useful idiot because leading Aegon is as simple as being kind for a fleeting moment.
"I may just be a tart tonight," you chuckle suggestively, taking the drink from Aegon's hand, slowly sipping at the contents. You can question a lot of things about Aegon. Pretty much everything about Aegon. But not his ability to make a strong drink.
"Let's sit. Catch up. We haven't spoken in quite some time. " You take Aegon by the hand and drag him to the sofa situated directly across from Aemond and Floris before Aegon has any chance to object.
"Right! OK then!" Aegon plops down on the sofa, his drink sloshing over the sides of his cup.
You slowly lower yourself down beside him, careful to make sure your dress rides up your thigh just enough so that the thickest part of your thigh is exposed to both Aegon and Aemond's lecherous glares.
"So Aegon," you place your hand on his thigh, gently running your hand up and down in a soothing motion. "How have you been?"
Aegon doesn't even respond before you feel the burn of Aemond's steely eye burrowing into the side of your face.
Aegon looks down at your hand on his thigh briefly before a lazy smile spreads across his face. "Good, grand actually," he answers as he scoots closer to you.
This is going to be easier than you thought. You could always count on Aegon and his never-quenched thirst for physical affection.
When Aegon lowers his voice to a seductive growl as he explains what he has been up to since the last time you spoke, you tune him out.
Your main concern was your body movements, now that you know Aemond's eye is on you. He is a complex man yet, still just a man.
You cross one leg over the other, your short dress riding up just a tad bit higher. You work hard to conceal the grin that fights to spread across your face as you can hear Aemond across from you uncomfortably shifting in his seat.
"Hmmm," you feign interest as Aegon goes on about passing all of his classes at uni this semester. Something he is most proud of given the unlikelihood of such a feat.
You pluck one of the cherries floating around your drink and slide it slowly past your lips and suck on it. You have yet to spare Aemond a single glance but are fully aware that his eye hasn't left you since you sat down.
"You ummm really like that cherry?" Aegon asks with a mixture of amusement and lust.
"I do," you answer, your voice soft and slow.
"Are you gonna ummm... eat it? Or just uhhh suck on it?" Aegon shifts even closer with this question, leaving almost no space between you.
"It's so sweet.... and a bit tart.... I want to enjoy it fully before I toss it away" You pull the cherry part way from your mouth, circling the small fruit with your tongue before biting through it with your front teeth, the juices dripping down your lip to your chin.
"Fuuuuck," Aegon whispers, his eyes trained on the trail of cherry juice as it reaches your chin.
"Whoops" You collect the juice around your mouth with your fingertip before popping it in your mouth and sucking the juice off.
You can hear Floris babbling about something and find joy in the fact that Aemond has seemed to have stopped responding to her.
Aegon brings his hand to your thigh, squeezing at the flesh there.
"Wanna go outside? Smoke a fag? Just... you and me?"
You go to respond but are cut off by Aemond, who is suddenly choking on his drink loudly.
You finally look over at him, his purple eye a ring of fire. There's all that rage, all that anger, what had driven you away seemed so pretty now.
"Are you alright?" You ask with a tone that's smooth like butter.
Aegon laughs loudly. "Seems my brother has chosen a drink that is too strong for him. This is something he does often. Here Aemond, give me your drink. " Aegon holds his hand out to Aemond. "I will drink it; I am typically able to handle the things thar are too tough for you." Aegon's eyes flit to you on his last word, and you smile at him.
"Is that so? That's a good thing to know." You stand up slowly, placing your nearly empty cup down on the coffee table. "I'm going to run to the rest room and then I'll meet you outside for that fag."
"Smashing" Aegon rises from his seat as you turn your back and walk off toward the restroom, each step calculated to make sure you sway your hips just the way you know Aemond likes it.
When you're done in the bathroom, you open the door to make your way outside, but instead of the empty hallway you expected, Aemond is leaning in the doorway. His shoulder pressed against the wood frame, his blonde bangs covering his bad eye.
"Having a laugh, are ya?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"A laugh?" You feign complete ignorance. "Sure, I've had a laugh or two. It's been a lovely evening. " You flash him a sweet smile and then move to the side, attempting to walk around him.
"A lovely evening?" He places his hand on your chest, pushing you backward into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"A lovely evening of flirting with my whore of a brother?" His voice is calm, not at all in sync with the tension of his shoulders as he towers over you.
"Well, that is an unkind thing to say. I was merely catching up with a friend." You push his arm from your chest, a movement with which he does not fight. "Who is currently waiting on me outside, so if you don't mind ..."
You again move to walk around him.
"I do, in fact, mind. Do you think this is a game? To tease me all night while using my idiot brother as a pawn?" He snarls, bringing his hands to your waist, his digits clenching around you.
"I have not teased you," you smirk at him. "If you would like me to tease you. ..." You stand on your tippy toes, bringing your lips to the shell of his ear. "I can certainly do that."
You watch with fascination as his skin prickles and his grip around your waist tightens. "Do not"
You smile knowing you have him now, that cold stoic man that is Aemond Targaryen is putty in your hands, and it hardly took any work at all.
You bring your lips to the softness of his neck, just close enough so that your warm breath skates across his skin. "Do not? Oh, Aemond, you sound so serious when you say it like that."
His breath hitches as you chuckle, your hands sliding under his shirt, your fingertips dancing across his toned stomach.
"You're playing a dangerous game, love," he hisses, his grip on your sides growing tighter, creating a pleasant ache.
"My favorite type of game." You run the tip of your nose up the side of his neck while your hands find purchase on the buttons of his expensive button-down shirt.
"Did I make you angry, my darling?" You ask, a teasing lilt to your tone as you slowly pop out button after button.
A sound comes from his chest, a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle, a sound that is completely Aemond. "And why should I be angry? Hmm?"
As you pop out the final button on his shirt, his hand slides into the base of your hair, gripping tight and pulling your head back. "A whore will do as a whore will do, there is nothing to be gained by being angry about it."
"A whore? Is that how you think of me now? A few simple months is all it took for your blood to turn to bile in my presence as well?"
You don't fight his grip. In fact, you crave it. He pushes you up against the sink vanity, lifting you up by your thigh, his other hand never leaving your hair.
"You left me, you betrayed me, like they all do," he nips along your jawline while grinding his hardness up against your heat.
"I left. I did not betray" you argue between pants. The friction of Aemond's movements against your heat, building a pressure in your lower stomach, a fire that gets slightly bigger with each rut.
"Same thing," he reaches under your dress, running his fingers over the damp cloth that is the only thing keeping his fingers from your heated flesh. "You don't want me, but you melt in my hands, like a dirty little whore."
A smile crosses your face, and you close your eyes as he slips his fingers underneath the flimsy cloth of your thong. Circling your nub with quick aggressive strokes.
"So quiet now? Where is that girl I know with the big mouth, hmm?"
You moan loudly as he slips two fingers into your slick entrance.
"Ahhh, there she is," Aemond begins rutting his fingers into you at a quick and brutal pace.
You try to lower your head back down. The need to feel his lips on yours feels like a burning ache.
"Oh no. You don't get to kiss me. No." He brings his thumb to your engorged clit while his fingers continue their relentless pace.
"Whores don't kiss me. They cum on my fingers, when I say so." He growls as he nibbles down the side of your throat, his hand not slowing its pace.
The heat that has been building in your stomach becomes all consuming, your legs involuntarily stretch further apart, and your mouth hangs open wide. "Aemond, Aemond," you pant, each stroke of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to that blissful edge.
"Begging for me again, what a beautiful sound. Cum for me little slut. Cum for me now." He nips on your ear and pushes his thumb down on your clit while continuing to rub his small, rough circles.
Your eyes remain on the bathroom ceiling as the mix of pleasure, heat, and even a little pain continue to rise rapidly with each of Aemond's movements.
"That's fuck... that's it" you dig your fingernails into the skin of his back as you are hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure, numbness temporarily traveling from your toes and up your legs as if the only feeling your body was capable of registering at this time was this feeling.
He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean, his one eye watching you intently as you finish riding out your high.
Without a word, he begins to button his shirt back up.
"So that's it then?" You ask frustrated at his cool and cold demeanor.
"Well, Floris is back on the sofa waiting for me and Aegon is waiting on you for that fag which...." he looks you up and down, a smug smile creeping onto his face " I assume you really do need now...."
The feeling of pleasure that had been swirling around your body is instantly replaced with a red-hot rage. "So, you return to Floris, and I return to Aegon?" You hop down from the vanity hastily fixing your clothes and patting down your hair.
You push past him, wrenching the bathroom door open to see Aegon in the hallway.
"Oh, sod off!" Aegon huffs in annoyance. "I knew you were using me to make him jealous. I just hoped he wouldn't go all Aemond on you before I actually got something out of it." He starts to stumble back down the hallway.
"Aegon, wait!" You begin to chase after him when Aemond grips your shoulder.
"Looks like your plans have fallen through."
You quickly shift out of his grasp. "Easy enough to make new plans."
"Go outside. Have your fag and I'll be there in 10 minutes" he says calmly walking past you back toward the living room.
"What?" You call out to his retreating form.
"I have to at least let Floris know I'm leaving. It's the polite thing to do after all."
"Leaving?" You ask incredulously.
Aemond sighs, turning back to look at you. "Yes, leaving. There is a heavier punishment you must suffer for your betrayal.... and I can't very well inflict that upon you in a fucking bathroom."
He turns away from you again, walking quickly. "Ten minutes, love. Give me ten minutes"
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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader
Warnings: Canon typical incest, dubious consent with allusions to no consent, smut.
Word count: ~4.6k
Summary: When Rhaenyra returns to King's Landing to petition Lucerys's claim to Driftmark, Aemond is eager for revenge for the loss of his eye. However, what he does not anticipate is the object of his ire becoming his niece instead of his nephew.
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Aemond sits in his chambers, beside the fireplace, one leg crossed over the other. His eyepatch is discarded on the table in front of him, his index finger absentmindedly running the length of the scar that ravages the left side of his face.
It had itched incessantly since he had learned the news that his half sister, Rhaenyra, and her family would be arriving in King’s Landing to defend Lucerys’s claim to Driftmark. His scar always grew irritated at the mention of Luke, a reminder of the boy who had permanently disfigured him and left him without an eye. It was a crime for which Luke had never been reprimanded, and so Aemond had spent almost a decade allowing his anger and resentment to fester, thinking of all of the ways he would seek revenge should he ever see him again.
He knows exactly when they have arrived the next day as he spars in the training yard with Cole; he spots the two dark haired boys circling, and takes a moment to lean against the table of weapons before him, steeling himself. He imagines grabbing a blade and carving out one of his nephew’s eyes in exchange for his. Luke had taken his left, perhaps he’d take his right, a fair exchange.
Snapped out of his reverie by Cole beckoning him forward, he picks up his blade and advances towards him. He knows that Jace and Luke will be watching, and so he works hard to put on a display that will show he’s no longer the sullen, little boy they used to torment. He is a man grown, a warrior that they should respect and fear. He ducks and weaves against Cole’s morningstar, throwing away his shield as it splinters under impact, until finally he seizes the advantage, the point of his blade directed towards his opponent’s neck.
“Well met, my prince,” Ser Criston tells him, “you will be winning tourneys in no time.”
“I do not give a shit about tourneys,” he utters, turning to face the two dark haired boys who stare up at him in shock. “Nephews, have you come to train?”
He is unable to stop the malevolent smirk that tugs at his lips, seeing fear in their eyes as they gaze at him. There is revenge enough in knowing that while he has advanced in training with the sword, transformed himself into a foe which any man would find themselves unlucky to cross blades with upon a battlefield, they have remained frightened, sniveling little boys that still cling to their mother’s skirts for protection. It is not enough to satisfy him though. Not yet.
Having bathed and changed, he joins his family in the throne room, as the court gathers to hear the petitions for the succession of Driftmark. He stands tall and proud beside his brother, sister and mother, as his grandsire sits the throne in his father’s stead.
His eye sweeps the hall, seeing Vaemond Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen and her granddaughter, Baela, standing to one side. On the other is Rhaenyra, Luke, Jace, Joffrey, his uncle, Daemon, and his daughter, Rhaena. And then he spots her.
Aemond had utterly forgotten of her existence; born a year after Jace, and a year before Luke, his niece. She is as tall as her mother now, and has her father’s hair - her real father’s hair - long, dark curls that, despite being half pinned up, fall almost to her waist. She is soft featured, with Rhaenyra’s striking blue eyes. It baffles him that a Strong bastard could be so pleasing to look upon, and he purses his lips in disgust, forcing himself to look away as he reflects back upon what she had been like as a child.
She never joined in with the relentless teasing that Aegon, Jacaerys and Lucerys had subjected him to. She had spent all of her time with Helaena, from what he can remember, the two of them sat side by side, Helaena holding up insects and describing them to her, as she flicked through the pages of books trying to see if records of them already existed, so that they could learn more about them.
The night that he had lost his eye, she had remained next to his sister, looking on with concern as he had his wound stitched closed. He remembered thinking it odd at the time that she was not with Luke and Jace, but his mind was so addled from the effects of milk of the poppy that nothing is clear, beyond the image of her mother bursting into the hall of Driftmark and tugging her away, back to her own family.
As the petitions are heard, even when his own father arrives unexpectedly, announcing he will sit the throne today, he finds his attention drawn to her, unable to focus on anything else. She appears to be a meek little thing, keeping her eyes downcast, seeming ashamed of her own presence in the room. A trait that all Strong bastards ought to possess, in his opinion. Yet as the moments pass by and she does not look up, he finds himself growing increasingly irritated that she won’t look at him, despite how desperately he wills her to.
“Her children are bastards!” Shouts Vaemond, before turning to Rhaenyra, his voice lowering, “and she is a whore.”
Elation spreads like a warm glow through Aemond’s body, his attention finally pulled away from his niece to look upon the horrified expressions of his nephews and half sister. Serves them right. Finally someone is saying it out loud.
When he casts his gaze back upon his niece, her eyes are still fixed upon the floor. However, he sees the subtlety with which her bottom lip trembles, the light flush of her cheeks. She is about to cry.
Look at me.
The room falls silent as Daemon’s sword slices through Vaemond’s head, and it is only then that her head snaps up, her eyes tear filled and wide with shock, meeting Aemond’s. He finds himself smirking again, a quiet victory. Not only had the legitimacy of Rhaenyra’s children been brought loudly into question once more, but now he had the attention of his niece. He had forgotten her in the passing of so many years, but now she is within reach again, he will ensure she certainly never forgets him. The next time tears fill her pretty eyes he wants to be the cause of them.
Aemond groans when his mother informs him that the following evening they are to dine as a family, a request from his father to unite them all, having reestablished Luke’s inheritance. He resents the idea of breaking bread with people he does not like, that do not like him, to have to sit at the same table and make pleasantries with the boy who half blinded him.
But she would be there. He wonders where she is now. Her mother had been swift to hurry her from the throne room after the decapitation of Vaemond Velaryon, and he is unsure of which apartments within the Keep she now occupies.
He finds himself stalking the corridors of the usually unoccupied quarters of Maegor’s Holdfast, his eye scanning every closed door, wondering which is the room that she occupies. He pulls to a stop at the top of a staircase as he sees familiar long, dark curls flowing down slender shoulders, disappearing into a doorway before it closes behind her.
Her chambers are unguarded, and before he has a chance to stop himself, his feet carry him down the steps towards them, his knuckles rapping at the wooden door. It’s only when he hears the rustle of movement from the other side that his mind begins to race.
What if she is not alone?
What did he even intend to do if she was unattended?
He briefly considers turning on his heel and leaving, however, no sooner has the thought occurred to him than his niece is opening the door, startling at the sight of him, lips parting in shock. She is even prettier up close, despite her reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks.
“Aemond?”
Despite the confusion that laces her voice, it is soft and dulcet toned. He wants to hear her say his name a hundred times over, for it has never sounded sweeter than coming from her lips.
He inhales deeply through his nose, preparing himself to speak. “You are understandably upset by that business with our uncle and Vaemond. I have come to check on you, to make sure you are alright.”
Her eyebrows raise for a moment, blinking a few times as she regards him carefully. “Oh…that is…kind of you. My mother has said I ought to rest.”
“Perhaps you might welcome some company?” He offers. “It would be unwise for you to be alone after witnessing something so bloody.”
She draws back a little at the suggestion, her mouth opening to speak before closing again, her brow furrowing.
Aemond fights the urge to smile at her hesitation. Reaching forward, he crooks a finger beneath her chin. “Do I frighten you so much you cannot bear to be in the same room as me?”
Gasping, she shakes her head fervently as his hand drops away. “N–no! It is just…it has been such a long time, and the last time I saw you, you…my brother…your eye…”
He cocks his head, pushing down the resentment that bubbles to the surface at the mention of what had happened to him. “But have you not heard? My father is hosting a dinner for us all tomorrow, to unite our families once more. There is no need for you to be so cautious, allow yourself to be reacquainted with your uncle.”
Her gaze lowers for a moment, as she appears to consider his offer. “Yes, I suppose that would be nice,” she finally says, looking back up at him.
She steps to the side, allowing him to enter.
Too easy, he thinks to himself as he steps inside. There would be almost no sport in this if the fight she means to put up is so feeble.
He strides into the room, hands clasped behind his back, noting the lack of personal effects within the space, a reminder that she is a visitor. This is his home, not hers. He has the upper hand.
“Apologies, Uncle,” she utters nervously, shifting from foot to foot as she fidgets restlessly with her fingers. “I had not anticipated your visit, this room is ill equipped for guests. I have no chair to offer you.”
“That is quite alright,” he tells her amicably, forcing a soft smile before sitting upon the edge of the bed. “We are family, are we not? Such formalities are not necessary.”
He pats the space beside him. “Come, join me, we have much to catch up on.”
She hesitates a moment, before sitting next to him. There is something about the feeling of the dip in the mattress beside him, combined with the floral scent of her filling his nostrils that sends the thrill of a shiver through his body, and he turns to look at her, eyeing her much like a cat would a mouse.
Such a pretty little thing.
“I am truly sorry, for what Luke did to you,” she begins, “I—”
He waves a hand dismissively, forcing down the anger that threatens to burst forth. “Let us speak no more of it. It is in the past. Tell me, how is life upon Dragonstone treating you?”
She chews her lip, hesitating a moment before she speaks. “Truthfully, it is lonely. I miss King’s Landing. Jace and Luke have one another, and mother is preoccupied with her pregnancy and Joffrey and the babes. Daemon pays me no mind, and while I am grateful for Rhaena’s company, I can tell she misses her sister. I am a poor substitute for Baela.”
He hums with faux concern, allowing a moment of silence to present his next words as thoughtful. “You could never be a poor substitute for anything. And I expect you will soon be away from there anyway. I can imagine you have no end of suitors all vying for your hand.”
The hint of a blush turns her cheeks pink as she casts her gaze downward. “No, not yet. I have overheard Rhaenys talking with my mother. They wish to betroth Baela and Rhaena to Jace and Luke. There are no such plans for me. What about you? Are you to be married?”
“Not yet,” he says softly, meeting her eye as she looks up at him. “I have been waiting for the right woman to capture my interest. Perhaps it is fortuitous that we both find ourselves unattached?”
“What do you mean, uncle?” She asks, her brow furrowing slightly.
“Baela and Jace, Rhaena and Luke,” he shifts his hand across the bed, entwining his fingers with hers. “You and I.”
She gasps softly, though she does not wrench her hand away as he had anticipated. “Is this some sort of trick, Aemond?”
“Not at all,” he reassures her, moving closer. “What better way to unite our family once more?”
“We hardly know each other,” she utters softly.
“And yet you have scarce left my thoughts all these years,” he lies. “Let me kiss you.”
Before she has a chance to respond, he is pressing his lips to hers. She stiffens at first, taken aback by his forwardness, but soon responds, her supple mouth moving against his. He brings his hand up to her cheek, cupping it softly, the skin soft as peach fuzz beneath his calloused fingertips.
She sighs softly as he deepens the gesture, her inexperience showing as her tongue retreats from his as it slips into her mouth. It serves only to stoke the fire that rages within, tightening his breeches as the sensation of her saliva causes his cock to swell.
Pulling away from her mouth, he moves his hand from her cheek, sinking it into her silky curls, anchoring her in place as he places hot, open mouthed kisses to her jaw and neck, making his way down towards her clavicle, relishing the way her head tips back slightly and her eyes flutter closed.
Tugging down the neckline of her bodice, he fights to suppress a groan of desire at the sight of her bared breasts, the hardened peaks ruddy and inviting. She is putting up so little resistance that it emboldens him to press forward, capturing a rosy bud between his lips and suckling as his tongue flicks against it, causing her to arch and mewl.
A whore, just like her mother, he thinks, shifting his attention to the other and repeating the same motion. His blood feels like liquid fire in his veins as her breaths turn to soft pants. One hand massages the breast that he is currently not latched upon, while the other creeps beneath her skirts.
It is only when his fingertips ghost upon the top of her stocking that she suddenly pulls free of him, eyes wide and breaths ragged as she hurriedly readjusts her dress.
“We should not have…forgive me, I…” she stumbles over her words, flustered and looking on the verge of tears again, before hurrying from the room, leaving Aemond alone on the bed.
He growls in frustration, smacking his hand down upon the edge of the mattress. “Ilibītsos,” he mutters angrily. Little slut.
When he returns to his own chambers, he comes harder than he ever has before, such is the force with which he fists his cock, imagining the entire time that his niece is splayed beneath him, sighing softly with pleasure as she had for him earlier that day.
As his pleasure induced haze wears off, a feeling of shame settles over him. He does not quite understand how his infatuation with her has taken hold so quickly, but now that it is, he is unable to shake it. Worse still, when she ran from her bedchamber, what if she had gone straight to her mother and told her of what he had done to her? It would be a disgrace from which he would never recover if his own mother were to be privy to such information.
He hides himself away the next day, embarrassed to face any of his family for fear they will know of his transgressions, until finally he is summoned to the feast that he has been dreading.
Much to his surprise, the entire day has passed without angry confrontation or a tongue lashing from his mother, and as he enters the dining hall there are no looks of shock or disgust to be met with, simply the shy smile of his niece as she looks up at him from her seat between her two brothers.
She has not told anyone, and she does not appear to regret what had transpired between them.
Aemond settles into his seat at the head of the table with a smug sense of pride. The dinner is a tawdry affair, musicians playing tunes he does not care for are stationed in the corner, while endless trays and bowls of food are brought out to them all.
He listens to his family toast to each other with a sneer, watching with barely concealed anger as Jace invites Helaena to dance. His only reprieve are the shy glances and smiles that his niece directs his way across the table. Perhaps all is not lost.
It is not until a suckling pig is brought out and settled before him that he is no longer able to contain his temper. Seeing Luke smirk at him, a reminder of the pig he had been taunted with in place of a dragon as a child, is too much. Is it not enough that his nephew has taken his eye, but now he continues to mock him too? He will not stand for such an insult.
Abruptly, he slams his first upon the table, halting the music and chatter within the room, as he rises from his chair, raising his wine cup.
“Final tribute,” he announces, eye scanning the room, careful not to include his niece in his speech, lest he foils the plans he has especially for her. “To the health of my nephews; Jace, Luke, Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”
The ensuing scuffle passes by in a blur for Aemond, resulting in him pushing Jace to the floor before they are all dismissed to their quarters. He hangs back, out of sight, waiting for Jace and Luke to disappear from sight, before striding after his niece.
She whips around, looking angrily up at him, eyes blazing with fury. “Why would you do that? You’ve ruined everything!”
“Forgive me,” he utters gently, taking her hands in his, “I lost my temper, but you have to know that my anger was never directed at you.”
She sighs, her shoulders sagging. “Jace and Luke’s betrothals were announced tonight. I was hoping we could announce ours too. Now my mother will never agree to it.”
Pride and satisfaction swell within his chest as he gazes down at her. He raises an eyebrow. “You wish to marry me? I had thought you were refusing my proposal, considering how quick you were to flee from me yesterday.”
“It all happened so fast. I have never been touched in that way before, and I allowed it to frighten me, I am sorry for it. But having had time to think on it, I do want to be your wife.”
He smiles down at her, seeing eye shining malevolently. “Then let the news of our betrothal be the balm that soothes all hurts upon the morrow.”
She smiles happily at him. “Then I shall bid you goodnight, Uncle.”
“So soon? I thought perhaps we might pick up where we left off yesterday.”
She flushes a delicate red. “Would it not be better to wait until we are wed?”
“I will not push you further than you wish to go,” he whispers, before kissing her deeply, walking her backwards into her bedchamber.
He is quick to cover her body with his own as she topples back against the softness of the mattress, kissing her fiercely as his hands push her skirts roughly up and over her hips.
“I thought you did not wish to push me?” She whispers breathlessly, pulling back from his lips.
“I shall not, talus,” he reassures her, his fingers absentmindedly stroking her the bare skin of her thighs, “but that does not mean I will not make you beg for it.” Niece.
Kissing her deeply once more, he shifts down her body, dragging her small clothes down and off of her leg in one fluid movement, before spreading the plushness of her thighs, his single eye drinking in the glistening sight of her cunt spread out before him.
He smiles to himself as he drags the tip of his tongue through her folds, hearing the way her breath hitches, his hands forcefully holding her down, keeping her still, as she attempts to buck her hips. He almost groans at the tart taste of her, his mouth quick to envelope her, alternating between sucking messily at her pearl and laving the flat of his tongue against her.
She writhes, pinned to the bed by her pelvis by his forceful grip, wanton sounds of pleasure escaping her as she clutches the bed sheets so tightly her knuckles turn white.
Lapping greedily at her as she falls apart against his tongue, he almost spends in his breeches taking in the sight of her arched back, tousled hair, ruddy cheeks and trembling thighs. But he is not finished yet.
The moment she settles back against the bed, her body spent and pliant, he begins his assault anew, this time crooking two fingers inside of her, rubbing urgently against the rough patch inside of her as his tongue focuses purposefully on her sensitive nub. The desperate sounds she makes are music to his ears. She is impossibly tight, he wonders how he will ever fit inside, but is all the more determined to find out as he sends her hurtling and crying out once more into the throes of another torturous release.
“Stop, stop!” She whines, attempting to back up the bed away from him, as he attempts to settle his face between her thighs a third time. “I cannot take it anymore.”
“If I am inside of you, it will not feel quite so intense,” he whispers, not moving an inch from where he lays between her legs, his chin shiny and sticky with her arousal.
“We are not yet married, Uncle, we should not,” she protests feebly.
“But we will be,” he insists, “so what does it matter? And I am afraid I have not had my fill of you, talus, so we shall have to continue as we are if you do not wish for me to be inside of you.”
“Gods…please…no…anything, just no more of that, it is too much.”
He smirks at her ruined state, bringing himself up towards her face, his voice dark. “Beg me for it.”
“Please, Aemond, please,” she cries, “put it inside, I cannot stand anymore.”
He grins wolfishly, as his fingers move to the lacings of his trousers, untying them and shucking the material past his hips.
Sucking in a steadying breath, he places the swollen head of his cock against the wetness of her opening, his eye flickering to her face for any signs of hesitation. She still looks utterly wrecked, her expression one of hazy bliss, her eyes glassy. Taking this as silent permission, he presses forward, hissing through his teeth at the resistance he is met with.
She whimpers softly, in clear discomfort, as he continues to push inward slowly, looking between her face, her brow furrowed and lips parted, and where their bodies are joining together.
He feels something give way, before he is fully rooted within her.
Her maidenhead.
Aemond fights the prideful grin that wants to spread itself across his face. His nephew had taken his eye, now in turn he had taken his niece’s virtue.
He stills, waiting for her to adjust, before moving slowly, dragging his hips back before pushing softly forward, repeating the motion. He desperately wants to snap his hips against hers, to make her cry out in pain, to disregard her comfort, but he is not a monster, he reasons. Her innocence soaking his length is payment enough.
Remembering how her body had responded so positively to his affections the previous day, he tugs down her plunging neckline with two fingers, freeing the softness of her breasts, leaning down to press gentle kisses against them, before suckling a nipple into his mouth.
She moans quietly, her body loosening up, becoming less tense beneath his, making it feel more pleasurable for him in turn. He means to be gentle with her, he really does, but feeling her grow wetter around him makes it impossible for him not to speed up his thrusts, driving into her faster, harder, causing her to whine and whimper as he trails his mouth across her chest. So lost in the sensation of her, he barely registers her delicate fingers clutching desperately at his hair and shoulders.
He knows he is done for when she squeezes around him, he knows he ought to pull out, to spill himself across the creamy white skin of her lower belly and thighs, but she is so warm, so wet, so tight around him that he cannot bring himself to leave her. He finds himself chasing his own end inside of her, his hips moving of their own accord, until finally, with a blinding white heat that tingles at the very base of his spine, he groans loudly, pulsating and spending inside of her in hot, powerful spurts.
Allowing himself a moment to settle against her, he basks in the warm afterglow of his peak, before pulling slowly out, disentangling his limbs from hers as his breath comes in shallow pants. He kneels up on the bed, pulling his trousers back over himself and fastening them. He allows himself to drink in the sight of her, her dress and hair in utter disarray, the sticky mess between her legs, her kiss swollen lips and faraway stare. Utter perfection.
It is not until he stands from the bed, smoothing over his clothing and hair with his hands that she finally comes back to reality and pulls herself up to rest upon her elbows. “Where are you going?”
“Back to my chambers,” he says coolly, “I have gotten what I wanted.”
“What do you mean?” She asks, worry lacing her tone, her eyebrows knitting together.
“Your bastard brother took my eye. Now I’ve taken the only thing that makes you worth a damn.”
Her voice wobbles, tears rimming her eyes as they widen in realisation, pulling at her dress to cover herself. “You said you would marry me…”
“I lied.”
“Why?! Why me?!”
He shrugs. “You made it easy. You might want to have the maester brew you a tea though, unless the bastard also wants a bastard.”
“I will tell my mother,” she whispers tearfully.
“Go ahead. I will deny it. Who will believe you? If you birth a silver haired babe, there is nothing to suggest that it is not a result of my brother forcing himself upon you, or perhaps our uncle. Your mother was younger than you, I believe, when he first started to show an interest in her. So if I were you, I would have the tea brewed and keep quiet, unless you wish to be branded a whore as well as a bastard.”
“You are a monster!” She spits, shoulders shaking as she sobs.
“Drīves, talus,” he utters, turning to leave her bedchamber. “Ñuha drīva issa.” Justice, niece. I have justice.
hi i wanted to ask what happened to the srries mitchell estates :(
Hi!!
I know i've been away for SO long.
Sadly someone very dear to me passed and I've kind of just been moping and grieving in my room. I've been online and reading and ocassionally writing.
And then there was some drama that showed up with another famous Ewanverse writer which also shyed me away from the community.
AND THEN, not to play into the whole "Every writers personal life is shit somehow" idea 🤣 but I am struggling to find a job right now. So ive been a bit busy with applying and finding other ways to pay rent.
But I do plan on coming back! I have not lost my love for writing and I still want to finish all my series.
A/N: This is the final part of Anti-Love Ettore. Sorry, this took me so long! School is finally over and im ready to get back into writing!
Summary: The three of you in forced proximity was never going to have a great end result.
TW: blood, murder, public masturbation, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, jealousy, rage sex, rough sex, choking, scent kink, sweat kink, fingering, degradation, name-calling,
Word Count: 4.1k
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To simply say there was tension aboard this ship would be an understatement.
It had only been a week on this ship and the energy that travelled through these halls was palpable.
Ettore had been quiet. Too quiet. Not once had he confronted you or Jarvis, instead he watched. You could tell he was planning something. The way he would stare at you or Jarvis wasn't exactly his best effort at being subtle.
He'd stand behind you any chance he could. When you did workouts he made sure he had the best view of you crawling. When you were getting meds he was pressed behind you even though there was more than enough space. He'd be sure to be around when you were showering or getting out of the box so he could use it after you. Knowing that you were just in there, wondering who it is you were thinking of. The thoughts made him angry but had his cock so hard to the point of pain.
Jarvis on the other hand didn't seem to notice what you and everybody else did. Either the fucker was stupid or just naturally blind. He sat next to you during all meals and talked to you whenever he had the chance. If you were on the bridge he'd be right there beside you trying to hold your hand.
You hadn't given any response back, no indication that you wanted him around. Truthfully you were pissed. You wouldn't even be here if he hadn't dragged you into that mission or left you behind.
above all, you didn't want to react knowing Ettore was watching. If he caught you feeding into Jarvis he'd not only kill him but you too...after he fucks your brains out of course.
Your day had been shit.
That doctor requested all the women to come to her office and did checkups on all of you. You shrugged it off assuming it was probably one of her tasks but it still hurt like hell whatever meds she was giving you guys had you all feeling like zombies.
After finishing laundry duty you had some downtime and like all the other women planned on spending it taking a nap hoping to get rid of the groggy feeling. The break room was small and didn't have much in it but it did have a nice couch.
You get comfortable on the couch slowly drifting off peacefully humming a tune that's been stuck in your head for days.
Stickiness between your legs.
That feeling in your stomach you hadn't felt in so long.
Gentle sleepy moans.
You're not sure how long you had been asleep but you were slowly waking up.
You could feel someone touching you. Still feeling groggy you try your best to lift your heavy eyelids.
But you don't have to know who it is. You can feel it. No one else knew your body better. What got you feeling the way you do now.
You feel a kiss on your temple and more making its way to your collarbone.
His hands move faster pulling out of your slumber. You're close and he knows it. Finally feeling awake you open your eyes.
Ettore is kneeling next to the couch a hand down your pants the other stroking your hair back.
"Who is he?" He doesn't stop moving his fingers but instead begins curling them against that spot he knows you love so much.
"E-Ettore-"
"Who. Is. He." The heel of his hand grazed against your clit ever so gently. As you ignored his question and enjoyed the feeling of being touched after so many months so close to cumming you feel it all stop as Ettore removes his hand. "I won't ask you again."
"My ex. Kind of." You were never in a committed relationship, it was more like a situationship. Though you acted like a couple he never asked you to be his girlfriend and you never asked for him to be your boyfriend.
Ettore licked his fingers clean then said nothing else before standing up and leaving the room.
You were worried. Anyone who knew Ettore would be.
He doesn't like sharing his toys.
Another two days go by of Ettore watching you from afar, only now? Now he has decided to flaunt around the ship with no shirt on. He goes to the box before you do and moans your name loudly knowing you're outside waiting. He knows you want him, knows that you miss him.
His eyes never leave your body and his hands touch you whenever they can. You had been fortunate enough that both you and Jarvis haven't been assigned to any jobs with him.
But everyone's luck runs out.
Your heart almost dropped when you saw Jarvis' name next to Ettore's on laundry duty.
It's not like you cared about Jarvis. He's the whole reason you were here in the first place, but you can't help but remember and love the memories you share with him. The only time you got to experience a normal and real relationship was with him.
You walk over to the laundry room, your heart beating with every step. When you finally arrive you don't bother peeking in first, you waste no time and just walk in.
Ettore and Jarvis are standing facing each other. While Ettore looks relaxed Jarvis's fists are clenched and anger is evident on his face.
"What's going on in here?"
They both turn to look at you. Ettore's relaxed face switches to a smug one. He gives you a wink before turning around and continuing his task.
Jarvis walks over to you and takes your hand leading you out of the room to a quiet part of the halls.
"That's him? The reason why you left your old town?" He wasn't angry but tense. And honestly, he had a fucking attitude.
You nod. "What did he say to you?" You knew he must have said something. Ettore couldn't help himself, he had no self-control.
"Nothing to worry your pretty head over. I can handle him." You do your best not to laugh in his face. His confidence was unmeasured. "Just. Stay away from him. Ok, princess?" And now you wanted to gag.
You hated when he called you that before and you don't like it now. Pet names didn't suit him. He leans in to give only what you can assume is a kiss.
Someone clears their throat. You both turn to see Ettore leaning against a wall watching the two of you.
"I don't plan on doing laundry alone," he mutters his eyes stuck on you.
Jarvis rolls his eyes and plants a quick kiss on your cheek before going back into the laundry room, promising to come find you after.
Ettore stays for a couple more seconds just staring at you. His eyes run over your body and you watch as his hand slides in his pants. He takes in a sharp breath as his hand wraps around his length. His eyes stay trained on you as he pumps himself, squeezing tight to mimic how tight your pussy is.
You keep watching as he speeds up. His mouth hung open as he strokes himself until he cums.
You can't help but watch. You knew just like he did that he was the only one who could truly make you cum. Truly makes you see stars, he was the only one who could have you begging for more.
As if sensing your thoughts he removes his hand.
"Soon." He mumbles before turning and heading into the laundry room closing the door behind him.
All you can do is pray he keeps his word. You're not sure how much longer you can wait.
The following day you resume your normal routine. Completing whatever tasks you're assigned. You spend time with Tcherny in the garden, the only place on this ship that reminds you of Earth.
You both lay on the grass talking about your old lives. Wondering what everyone is doing right now. It's nice and calming and probably the first mundane moment you've had in a week.
Well, that moment is interrupted by the sound of someone screaming. Tcherny stands up quickly and heads for the ladder to get back up. You follow after him praying that something bad hasn't happened. As you make your way up you can hear males yelling back and forth and already know your prayer wasn't answered.
You both make your way to where the screams and yelling are coming from, you see Boyse standing at the end of the hall.
You look down the hall to see Monte attempting to restrain Ettore, blood soaking his clothes as Dibs hovers over Jarvis who's clutching his face. Tcherny runs over to help Monte.
Jarvis' face is badly beaten and there's a gash on his eye. He's screaming in pain, while Ettore is yelling at him.
Dibs administers a random syringe in Ettore getting him immobile enough for Monte and Tcherny to get him to medbay and strapped down. Jarvis is taken away as well to be checked out.
It's a couple hours before you get the chance to talk to Boyse.
She said she had heard arguing coming from the laundry room. She was originally supposed to be there with Ettore but Jarvis had practically begged her to switch with him.
When she arrived Ettore was hunched over clutching his stomach and his shirt was soaked in blood. Jarvis had stabbed him with a shard of glass.
Wait...what? Jarvis stabbed Ettore?
Boyse had screamed catching Jarvis off guard giving Ettore enough room to knock him to the ground. He picked up the shard of glass Jarvis had dropped and stabbed him in the eye. Then he wouldn't stop punching him until someone pulled him off.
That's all she would tell you before wandering off humming that same tune that had been stuck in your head.
Jarvis must have planned it after whatever happened yesterday between the two of them. How stupid could he have been?
Despite your best efforts, Dibs shooed you off every time you tried to get into medbay with threats of upping your dose.
The next two days are spent on edge. Dibs gives no information and tells everyone to continue as normal. Ettore is still in medbay but you know he's awake from the thousands of times you purposefully walk by to get a glimpse of him.
Days were hard to count up in space but by the time Dibs came to give you all new information it had been a week since everything happened.
Jarvis was in a coma most likely due to a head injury. Ettore survived and was healing nicely. Dibs went on to say she knew Jarvis started the fight. Ettore was still being punished considering he had gone too far and would be on lockdown for one more week as punishment.
On the fourth day of that additional week, Dibs wakes you up with a light slap to the arm.
"Come with me." Tired and annoyed you shove the covers off of you and follow after her. As you walk by you look into the other room and see Ettore craning his neck to look at you, his face drowsy and drugged out.
She walks you to med bay and unlocks the door then closes it behind you as you step in.
You look behind you confused as you see her walk away without saying another word. You're about to call after her but then you hear the faintest whisper of your name. You turn around to see Jarvis looking in your direction.
His left eye was wrapped in cloth, the rest of his face still healing from the bruises. His nose was bandaged as well and you could only assume it was broken.
You walk over and take the seat next to his bed. His eye would close every now and then before they would pop open again. He didn't look good and despite him being alive now you knew he would probably die soon. Either succumbing to his injuries or Ettore would come and finish the job.
"S-sorry." He chokes the words out. He sees the look of confusion on your face. What was he sorry for. "I left you behind. I sh-should have taken you with me. I p-anicked."
You sigh as you understand what he's talking about. For the longest time, you wanted this conversation. You watch as he struggles to speak again. You shush him and bring the cup of water next to his lips, helping him sip through the straw before placing the cup back in its spot.
"I meant what I said. I wanted us to get away after it all. I fucked everything up...managed to get away. I was in the clear but the guilt was eating me alive." He opened his hand wanting to hold yours. You place yours in his and watch as he brings your knuckles to his lips.
"It's ok Jarvis. I for-"
"It's not ok." He cuts you off. "I shouldn't have dragged you with me in the first place." He sighs. "I had a cousin of mine in the same prison as you. She told me you were taking some deal. So, I turned myself in and they offered me the same thing. I took it knowing you would be here. I came for you."
Your heart flutters at his words. Your brain is wracked with thoughts. Would Ettore do the same for you? Give up the chance of staying on earth for you? Jarvis was in the clear, he could have taken that money and ran off and lived his best life. But he gave it all up just so he could be with you again.
"Ok, that's enough. Let's go." Dibs snaps you out of your thoughts. You give Jarvis a quick kiss with promises to come back.
While leaving you knock over a tray of stuff which Dibs curses you for as she cleans it up. She shoves you out of the office and walks you back to your bunk before heading off to her bed. In the dark room, you grip the key you snagged off her desk.
The next day goes by ever so slowly. Everything feels like it's being dragged on. In your downtime, you visit Ettore who seems still too drugged up to even say anything but he does his best to keep his eyes open so he can watch you.
You feel relieved when nighttime finally comes. You listen to the hum of the ship as you wait until you think everyone has gone off to bed. When you finally feel as though everyone's asleep you retrieve the key you shoved in the seams of your mattress and slip off your bed quietly walking towards med bay.
You unlock the door and step inside slowly closing the door behind you. Taking back the seat next to Jarvis' bed you gently brush his hair out of his face. It takes a couple minutes before he finally opens his eyes and looks at you.
You're reading the chart next to his bed. Catching up on everything Dibs hadn't told you.
"Not good to read your loved one's chart." You smile and put the chart back in its spot.
"How are you feeling?" You hold his hand.
"Like im dying." Though he has a smile on his face one doesn't reach yours. After reading his chart and Dibs' notes you know that even she doesn't see any progress. "Come on. Lighten up."
"Not funny." You gently rub your fingers over his hand.
"...I want to talk to you about something." You straighten up and nod. "It's about Ettore." You sigh already over whatever he's about to say. "Hey. Drop the attitude. I may have one eye but I can still see your brattiness."
His other hand grabs something from under the covers before he flips your hand over and places something in your palm. It was a syringe.
"It's a strong agent. Can stop the heart. Got it off Dibs." You stare at him in disbelief. "He's dangerous. And you're the only one who could get close enough to him to administer it. Please, it's for your and all the other women's safety."
Was he being fucking serious?! He wants you to kill Ettore...
"You really think you can convince her to kill me?" Everything freezes as you hear his voice. You look at Jarvis's face which is filled with fear. You turn around and see Ettore standing in the doorway.
You stand up as he walks in locking the door behind him.
"Ettore don't-"
"You're no good for her. I've read your file." You tell Jarvis to shut up but he doesn't listen. "She deserves better than degenerate trash."
You could literally see the anger radiating off Ettore.
"She ran from you and came to me. While you were rotting away I was fucking her." God you wished he would shut the fuck up.
"Jarvis that's enou-"
"No, it's not. Don't spare his feelings. Tell him how much you loved it. How many nights we spent together, my dick buried deep in you. He got locked up searching for the real thing not even knowing you were too busy getting your back blown out to worry about him."
Ettore started walking over and you stepped in front of him placing your hands on his chest.
"Please...don't." He looked down at you and ran his thumb over your lips as the other hand came to rest on your hip.
"Get away from her." Jarvis was seething as he watched Ettore touch you.
"He thinks he owns you, love" Ettore smirks as he turns you around bringing your back right up against him. He tilts your head to the side. "He thinks he knows you." He brings his lips to your neck gently biting the area then soothing the burn with his tongue. "The fucking idiot can't even see how every part of you belongs to me."
He pulls your head back by your hair to which you wince.
"Let go of her." Though Jarvis wasn't restrained whatever nighttime sedatives Dibs was giving him kept him weak enough that he couldn't muscle up the strength to even sit up.
Ettore laughs mockingly at his sad attempt. He watches Jarvis struggle as his hand comes around and dips under your sleep shorts. He nibbles on your ear as he runs a finger through your folds.
"She's already wet for me." You can feel him smile. "I wonder. How many times did she have to fake an orgasm for you? Or imagine it was me fucking her to get her through the night?"
His finger circles lazily around your clit. his other hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb slipping your mouth to pacify your moans.
"You don't know the first thing about her. You don't know how she likes it rough. How she will squirm and shy away but in reality she wants more. Her favourite position, angle, even all her dirty little kinks." He slowly slips two fingers in. "You were a distraction, a way for her to try and forget me." His fingers curl right into that lovely spot, teasing it. "But don't worry. I'll show you how much my girl loves me."
Ettore pushes you forward laying you against the bed over Jarvis' legs. Too far out of his reach for him to try and get Ettore off you.
He wastes no time pulling your shorts and his own down. He gives himself a few tugs and swipes the head of his cock through your folds. A shiver runs up his spine.
Months. Months he had begged whatever higher power there was that he could find his way back in between your legs again and it was finally happening. And despite him wanting to just fuck you like he used to there would be time for that later. Now? Well, right now he has a point to prove.
"Beg for it slut." His hand comes down on your ass hard earning him a whimper. He turns your head so you are looking in Jarvis' direction. His face is solemn as he looks down at you.
You want to feel bad, you really do. But the excitement at finally getting fucked the way you needed to was all too much.
Another hard slap accross your ass.
"You left me and thought you could replace me?" Another slap. "Do you know how badly I missed you? I know she missed me too." You feel just the tip slip past your folds. "Come on. Don't make her wait any longer."
You give Jarvis a sorry look.
"Please..." You feel the sting of another slap in the same spot.
"You know that's not what I want." He watches the handprint on your ass with a smile on his face.
"Please. Please fuck me Ettore. I need i-" You're cut off by the feeling of Ettore shoving himself fully inside you hitting your cervix effortlessly.
He keeps your head pushed down as the other rests in the dip in your back. The memories of the night before you left flooded your mind.
His pace is relentless and rough. You bite down on your lip probably drawing blood just to keep your moans from being too loud.
"Left without saying goodbye. Didn't even give me a chance. But don't worry, we're together again. And you can't leave this time."
You're practically drooling and crying on Jarvis' leg from how good this all feels. You open your eyes and look up at him. He's staring at your face and your body being brutalized by Ettore.
"You see Travis?" Ettore smirks as Jarvis glares at him. "See how her body responds to me? See how she arches just because she wants me deeper, if only you could feel how she spasms around me begging for my cum. Tell him you want it love."
He leans down and licks a bit of sweat off your back slowing his thrusts down and kissing his way down your spine.
"Tell him how much you love it." His nose rests next to your neck as he breathes in your scent. Something he had gone way too long without. You feel his hand snake around the two of you as he comes to pinch your clit. "Tell him." You wince and try to squirm away but he has you pressed tightly against the bed.
"I- I want it ssoo bad. So fucking good." You're rewarded by Ettore as he rolls his hips. He lifts you up slightly and wraps his arm around your neck so your head rests in the cook. One thing Ettore always took advantage of was your height difference. it made it easier for him to move you around like his own personal sex doll.
He squeezes ever so slightly, not enough to restrict your airflow but enough for you to feel some pressure. He kisses the side of your face.
"Good girl. Don't worry I'm gonna give it to you. Gonna show Jarvis how it's done and your gonna cum real hard for me okay?"
You mewl incoherent words back, too fucked out to keep talking. He stays deep in you only moving enough so he can keep hitting your G-spot repeatedly. His other hand comes around to circle your clit.
"Come on baby. Cum for me. Cum for me so I know you're sorry for leaving. I'll forgive you if you cum all over my dick." You lock eyes with Jarvis, it's only now you see the obvious print of his cock under the covers, clearly hard from what he's watching. "Be my good slut and cum."
And that's all it takes. Ettore holds you up as your knees give in and your body shakes. He coos in your ear but doesn't stop until he empties himself balls deep. Ettore kisses the side of your face muttering words of "good girl" and "my baby".
He helps you put your shorts back on and turns you around pulling you into a passionate kiss. His eyes watch Jarvis who stares, jealousy behind his pupils. Ettore pulls away and smiles down at you.
"You're gonna be good for me, you're gonna go back to your bunk and go to sleep. I'll take care of this." Your heart sinks as you understand his words but you know there's no arguing with him. Either he will do this with you in the room or with you gone. "Go on."
You look back one last time at Jarvis who now looks terrified.
"Wait! Please don't...call for help!" Jarvis pleads with you but Ettore already knows you won't listen to him you turn back around facing your back to him. "Fuck! I was good to you!"
You step on your toes and kiss Ettore on the cheek before going around him to leave.
You hear Jarvis' pleas for you to not leave him alone. He begs for you to listen about how sorry he is, and how much he loves you.
But no one will love you as much as Ettore.
Fuck Love
No one would ever adore you like Ettore does.
And he's all you need.
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:Aemond is not fully convinced of the wife chosen for him, he never had met her but once he does she becomes his weakness, his greatest love
Warnings: Aemond inherited Alicent’s nail picking, mentions of smut, descriptions of pregnancy/childbirth, arranged marriage
“The girl comes from house Tyrell, daughter of lord Tyrell” Alicent informed Aemond as he sat in front of the fire hearth in her chambers “you’ll like her I assure you, she likes to read, Lean about the histories, she does her best works in embroidery and music, she has a lovely voice I’ve heard, you will get along” she spewed some traits of the young girl but he continued to stare into the flickering flames of the hearth
“I am not Aegon mother I don’t need much convincing to do my duties” he finally spoke and she softly frowned, dinner was quiet as usual but not without a question from Helaena “what does Aemond’s betrothed look like?” She mindlessly asked “a beauty I hear, the people all over the realm say she is the most beautiful rose House Tyrell has ever bloomed” Alicent smiled at her daughter
And yet Aemond has his doubts, he was purely kind to all lady’s of the court because it was one of his many duties, but he knew beauty when he saw it, not that is mattered very much.
The day your carriage was to arrive he stood alongside his mother and his grandfather the hand to greet and welcome you, his father the king bedridden from his sickness, once you stepped out of the carriage his eye widened slightly by the sight of you
Your hair cascaded beautifully down your back and shoulders framing you beautiful face delicately, eyes shining brightly just as your soft kind smile, your dress beautiful embroidered with floral patterns and fine simple jewelry adorned you, his mother and all the realm was right, you were the most beautiful rose
You had curtsied gracefully “your Grace, my prince” you were well educated as well it seemed, “lady Y/n you are as beautiful as the people say” The queen was looking at you with approval and adoration, “My lady” Aemond’s voice was soft his rough hand holding yours to press a kiss to the back of your hand
“My prince” you smiled with a soft giggle making his heart flutter, that day you had dinned with the royal family and aside from Aegon’s very much disturbing presence all was well, as the days passed you and Aemond had stolen glances and small smiles as you’d pass in the training yard to see him wield his sword which he was very gifted at it made you blush
You found yourself reading the book of the seven, your mother was religious and as a form of respect you prayed and read the book very much to keep your faith, something the queen admired you for
Aemond found you sitting on the stone bench in the garden with the small book in hand, you looked heavenly and he got the courage to walk up to you, you had looked up and quickly scurried to your feet “My prince” you bowed your head “My lady please, no need for formalities, we shall be husband and wife, equals” he said and you blushed a bright pink as a soft smile found your lips “You honor me my prince” a small smile crept onto his face
“Aemond my lady, simply Aemond is fine” you couldn’t believe how kind the prince was, he was a dream really, you nodded chuckling happily “very well, you’re very kind” you giggled nervously making him chuckle “would you like to go on a walk my lady?” He asked and you nodded “Of course”
“My lady what do you enjoy to do?” He asked and you looked down at the cobblestone path your shoes clicked against “I do enjoy reading, especially about the histories, I enjoy needle work and dancing as well as music wether it be using an instrument or singing” you said “And you my pri-Aemond, what do you enjoy to do?” You corrected how you acknowledged him
“Well my lady I do enjoy reading as well, the histories of old Valyria are some of my favorites, and I am consumed with sword training and I seem to spend my days on dragon back” he said interlocking his arm with yours which made you smile, your cheeks red
“Vhagar, am I correct?” You asked softly and he proudly nodded “The largest dragon in the world, how admirable” you said and he chuckled “maybe one day you can meet her” he proposed and you shook your head softly with a sweet smile “what if she does not like me?” You asked
“Whoever I like, Vhagar likes, dragons feel their riders emotions, a dragon and it’s rider become one once bonded” he explained and you listened attentively “how interesting, well if you believe me worthy I would be honored to meet the great Vhagar”
He admired how you spoke freely yet respectfully, how you carried yourself. Soon you both took walks every evening, sat beside each other at all meals, sat in silence reading in the grand library of the keep, soon he snuck into your rooms at night to talk about your day, at times he would bring two lemon cakes for you both to enjoy, for the first time in his life Aemond would enjoy someone else’s presence, laugh until his belly hurts, smile widely and be in a great mood even towards Aegon and he tolerated his half sister and her children
You both shared a kiss for the first time under the gods wood, the night was dark but he snuck you from your rooms to have a few moments alone outside of the keep, the kiss was perfect, now you both have stolen kisses from one another, in the hall, empty rooms in the keep, behind the great shelves in the library, and even behind the tree’s in the garden
But only kisses, he would not tarnish your reputation before the wedding, he respected you greatly.
And not only did you form a wonderful relationship with Aemond, but you and Helaena became friends, you both spent hours in her chambers working on embroidery and gossiping, you would carefully hold the bugs she collects, they weren’t disgusting but small creatures which you respected and you both cared for her children, you and Alicent grew an adoration for one another, visiting the sept, praying together, walking along the gardens and keep, helping her and learning from her on how to run a castle, she considered you a daughter
You and the lord hand even have a mutual respect but you cannot say you liked him, and Aegon is passing by a hairline but he sometimes can be tolerable.
Your wedding dress was lovely, a beautiful white and gold gown made of the loveliest fabrics “You look beautiful, white suits you, like an angel” the queen smiled and Helaena grinned “it would look lovely with golden jewels as well sister” she added “I believe so as well, it is lovely your Grace” you giggled twirling around.
The wedding was beautiful, many lords and lady’s gathered in the dragon pit before a grand septon where you and Aemond married and declared your infinite love for one another, the celebration was huge, fine foods and deserts, everything was put together carefully and beautifully. The bedding ceremony was private thanks to the queen, only you and Aemond
It was great, oddly even after your septa told you how painful it would be, it was anything but, he had done things that weren’t taught to you or explained but you both became one that night just you two.
Soon during breaking fast smells would make you dizzy and sick, Helaena came to you smiling and holding your hands in hers “oh you are going to be so much like me yet so different, I shall find you two beautiful eggs from dreamfyre!” She was giddy and you smiled confused
Soon however a maester confirmed that you were with child, you rushed out to the training yard where Aemond was, he stopped his training before walking close to you, before he could get a word out you blurted the news with a bright smile your cheeks got sore, he never had been as happy as that day
He had your maids and ladies in waiting attend to you as if he ran an army of soldiers to war, he had your suppers made to your liking, made sure you had enough rest and you did nothing to hurt you or the babe, “My lady it seems that with the size of your belly and by my recorded documents you are with two babes” the maester mentioned and you looked at him as if he had two heads as did Aemond
“Good gods” you whispered placing a hand on your belly.
Helaena had spoke to you about her experience, “no need to fret sister, the pain in unbearable I will not lie but” she sighed putting her embroidery work down looking at the twins and Maelor playing at her feet, she grew a lovely smile on her lips “when you hold your babes it’s like there’s no better feeling in the world, so much love overcomes you” you smiled rubbing your swollen belly happily
However Helaena was not mistaken, the birth was terrible, your screams and cries were heard all over the keep as Aemond paced right outside the chamber doors, “Aemond you must stay calm, she is a strong girl she will be fine and the babes as well” Alicent tried to soothe her son to the best of her abilities, you were in labor for a long while and still not a babe had decided to present themselves
“I see the head!” A voice yelled and then again you were coached to push harder, until, the loudest cry you had ever heard rang in your ears making you cry yourself, a sigh escaped your lips while a maid took your babe in a white blanket and the pain spurred once more, “my lady push the second is always the easiest!” Your midwife did her best to encourage you
After more painful pushes you heard another loud yet beautiful cry, you felt relief as you laughed gloriously seeing the maester hold your second and last babe in his arms “a girl” he said, “a girl as well my lady” the midwife held your other daughter “healthy?” You asked out of breath “As healthy as can be” your midwife smiled happily passing you both you babies
They were perfect, absolutely perfect.
“They’re absolutely gorgeous” Alicent looked at her granddaughters “yes, but do not forget my lady a boy shall follow, the prince still needs his heir” Otto mentioned and you looked down softly but Aemond kissed the side of your head “I am perfectly happy with my daughters, as my father made my elder sister his heir I can always do the same” he said holding his beloved Aelora, Aelys and Aelora, the names you and Aemond chose “I brought them gifts!” Helaena gleamed and she held two dragon eggs, a light green egg for Aelora and a dark red egg for Aelys
Soon you both ended up with only two more children, another daughter and lastly a son, Naerys and Aemon, finally Aemond got what he wanted, happiness.
A/n: Omg so I had lots of fun writing this and I just thought to give poor Aemond some happiness lol, But I do hope whoever read my little oneshot enjoyed it and helped you escape mentally for a little bit 💗Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated but not required just as long as you enjoy! 💗💗💗
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(Not proofread, we die like men 🫡Im also just too tired I'll do it eventually🤣)
Quiet.
It was so quiet.
He waited. Aemond stood at the foot of your bed waiting...he knew by the look in your eyes that you somehow knew what happened.
He waits for some sort of reaction. For you to scream or hit him. Something...anything. Your silence deafining feeling heavy on his eardrums. Giving his brain room to think and go over what happened.
He silently begs for you to say something. To snap him out of his thoughts, to help get the images out of his head. He can't bare it. Any of it. He can see the anger that creeps on to your face, the pain that is starting to bloom in your heart. Can he survive you hating him? You not loving him knowing what he has done?
What has he done?
He's not sure how long you both stay in that silence. He knows once the first words are spoken its gone forever.
Finally willing himself to speak he takes a deep breath, licking his lip.
"...Iksan vaoreznuni."[I'm sorry] That is all he says, all he can say. What else is there really for him to tell you? He killed your brother. The war has started and you are trapped here. If you weren't a prisonner before you sure are one now.
"Get out..." that is all you can bring yourself to say, and he needs to hear. Despite everything in him willing himself to stay, to fight it out with you in hopes you would forgive him by the end. He knows that ending is unlikely. He's gone and ruined everything between the two of you and for what? Revenge?
He turns and leaves your chambers, his footsteps not making a sound. Aemond would not return to his chambers that night but instead would spend his time until the morning drinking his fill. Trying to push the face of Lucerys Velaryon out of his mind. Guilt eating him alive.
He sat on the ground in the old chambers of the boy he killed.
His face painted his memory. The last look Luke had before he was torn to shreds by Vhagar...by him.
He had not meant to kill Luke. He only wished to scare him, to envoke the same fear Aemond had felt when Luke took his eye. When he was ganged up on by 4 children, his family. Aemond only ever wanted to be one of them. To train his dragon alongside his nephews and brother. But instead he was mocked and ridiculed for not having one.
He watched his father dote on his sister and nephews and ignore the family he had wanted. The sons he wanted. Though Aemond disliked his older brother he knew that the balme for the way Aegon turned out was his father's.
He chose to take another wife. It was his choice to sleep with his mother, a mere child at the time and plant his seed in her. He wanted to a boy to carry on his name and when he got one he casted them to the side and named Rhaenyra heir and "his only child.".
How was Aemond to feel? How could he not feel resentment. Nobody was here for him. Nobody breathed for him or walked this earth in his name. He had no one.
Luke had everything he had ever wanted. Love.
Hollow. That was the only way to describe how you felt. The void the death of your brother caused was not one that could easily be filled.
Morning came and you remained in the same spot Aemond had left you in. You ignored your handmaids as they came to prepare you for the day. You ignored the sounds coming from outside your window.
Your heart hurt, your chest was heavy. Lucerys was gone. He was dead. Your poor mother...and here you were. Of no use.
Tears pricked your eyes once more. You begged them not too fall. You could not bare crying again.
Your servants returned once again. Leaving a tray of food. They begged you to let them get your washed and dressed but their pleas fell on deaf ears.
You thought of every moment you ever shared with Luke. He was a sweet boy. He was your brother. The tears that fell burned your cheeks. That hole in your heart grew ever so slightly.
Your sobs filled your room.
You remained in that spot for the entirety of the day. Tears no longer falling, your stomach empty and throat dry.
You do not remember when Alicent had come in. You do not remember her giving her condolences or trying to convince you to eat.
You didn't see Aegon smirking behind his mother next to his grandfather.
You do however remember the gentle touch of Helaena. She sat next to your her hand on yours. She was never one for touch. But even she knew you needed it.
You were in an ocean of your own emotions. Sorrow. Pain. Loss. Grief. Agony. It was pure agony.
How could you go on? You feel the love still in your heart when you think of Aemond. You were digusted by it. You still loved him even after what he had done. All while you hated him.
You hated what he has done not just to look but to the two of you. How could you both move on now? How could you marry your brother's killer. The chance at happiness, the chance at the life you always dreamed of having with him were gone.
There was anguish in your throat, all the way up to your chest.
How could you save this? How could you reverse what he has done?
You do not know when you stood up. You don't remeber slipping on your robes and your shoes.
When had it gotten so dark outside?
You opened your chamber doors. Your emotions controlling your feet as you walked towards the chambers accorss from yours. The hallway empty and quiet. Where were the guards?
You opened the doors and stepped inside. You looked around everything where it was the last time Luke was here. You walked over to a chest near the fireplace and opened it. All of his toys sat inside. His drawings, his memories...but he was not here.
He was in the water...you had to get him back...he was calling you to come and get him.
You returned back to your chambers and found a quill and paper. Your final words. You wrote three letters. One for Aemond, one for your mother and one for Jace. You got dressed quickly in your riding clothes with an added black cloak.
You left the letter for Aemond on your bed.
You opened the door again and peered out. The guards still not there you walked over to a different room. Your mother's. You knew of the passages inside it. You had listened to many stories of her escapades. You left her and Daemon's letters in here. You knew they would eventually come and would find them.
Your body moved on its own. Every twist and turn. You did your best to move slowly and cautiously. As one turn brought you down another hall you heard a footstep.
Halting all movements you looked ahead. Narrowing your eyes wondering what it was. You prayed its was a rat or some sort of animal.
You see another person turn the hall. But who it is does not send you running. Helaena looks at you shocked.
What is she doing here?
She does not say anything but lowers the hood of her own cloak and walks up to you. You don't get the chance to say anything before she pulls you into a deep hug.
She knows. Of course she knows. She must have seen it and came to say goodbye. Helaena wouldn't stop you. She loved you too much to keep you here nor to alert anyone of your escape.
With a final kiss on your cheek she walks past you and makes her own way down the passages.
It took you a while to locate Vermithor but you managed. He was excited to see you but could feel the pain you felt.
You got settled onto his back and rubbed his scaly back gently. You knew where you had to go. Where you wanted to be.
The flight was smooth but long. The sun had finally rised. You knew it wouldn't be long before the castle would notcie your dissapearence. As you finally arrived you spotted something on the beach. Something dark and large. You landed near it and as you got close your heart only broke more.
Arrax's bloody wing was nestled on the sand. For what felt like the millionth time you cried. Touching the wing gently. Evidence of the crim that took place only a day ago.
Luke was here...you could feel it.
You sit on the beach, enjoying a last moment of peace.
It is quickly broken as you hear the screech of a dragon. You look up to see the giant body of vhagar approaching.
"Don't be afraid." You turn your head back in front of you in shock. Luverys stands there. His clothes drenched. "It will be alright."
He turns around and begins walking into the water. You could hear Vhagar getting closer and Aemond calling your name.
Wasting no time you follow after Luke. Your shoes pooling with water. Aemond's only gets louder as he finally lands and rushes to get unbuckles to get to you.
Panic sets into his chest as he watches you get deeper in the water.
He finally manages to get out of the straps and climbs down vhagar. He kept his eye trained on you still screaming after you as you got deeper in the water.
You had not learned how to swim. It was not a skill you needed.
But you did not fight it. You did not fight it when water pooled in your lungs. You did not regret the choice. It felt warm and right. You opened your eyes. The dark water surrounding you as you sinked deeper and deeper into its depths.
Far down below you, you could see it. You could see Luke. He was looking at you with a smile. This was right. This was what you needed. Peace.
As quickly as the Dance of Dragons started it ended. When word of your death reached the ears of Daemon there was no stopping him. He had already sent blood and cheese to avenge Luke. But now. Now he had to avenge you. His daughter.
Your mother lost any hopes of this being a peaceful war. Of their being no bloodshed. She had already lost two of her children through no decision of her own. The Greens had started this and The Blacks would end it in red.
Daemon gathered everyone he could. Whoever could ride a dragon did. Dragonseeds were located and were quickly taught to claim and dragon. Though some died in failed attempts enough suceeded. There would be no waiting. And when word reached of Aegon's party he threw in honour Aemond for killing Luke and starting the war it only made him happier for the pain Aegon would soon feel.
It was easier then they thought it would be. The amount of dragons no match for theirs. The most shocking part? Vhagar and Aemond were nowhere to be found.
The Blacks seized the castle by nightfall. By the morning Rhaenyra took her place on the throne, her fathers crown nestled on her head. Daemon had found your letters and both him, Rhaenyra and Jace read them and by the end their eyes filled with tears. Though against Daemon's judgement Rhaenyra spared Helaena. Though it would do no good. Helaena already wracked with grief would later that day throw herself from Maegor's Holdfast and die on its spikes.
Alicent would die begging her old friend. Claiming she still loved her and that she regrets her choices. Saying she had no other choice and that she only did what was expected of her.
The word Dracarys would be said three times that day. Alicent, Aegon and Otto were all sentenced to die. Rhaenyra would not kill a child though. She could not bring it in her to kill Maegor or Jahaera, the two had already suffered losing their brother. She would raise them as her own.
It wouldn't be until a week after her official crowning that word of Aemond and Vhagar were to delivered to her and her family during their meal. They were all on edge assuming the prince would be coming to burn them inside the castle.
But were shocked when they were told where he was.
Aemond had throw himself into the waters of Storm's End. He had tried to stay alive, hoping he could do good by yoru memory but it was all to much. The death of luke and now you had taken its toll. And all he wanted was to be with you.
The memory of him desperately trying to find you in the water. Trying to swim down but the instinct of survival making him swim back up. He repeated the process over and over until he simply laid on the sand.
He knew the blacks would be coming for his family now. And honestly? He could not bring himself to care. What had his family ever done for him. You were all he ever wanted and needed and he couldn't see that. There was never a need for revenge cause he had already won. He had you. You would've been married to him, spent the rest of your life with him.
How could he not see that victory? It was an easy choice. He could stay and die alongside his family or die where you were. So that's what he did, he joined you in the cold salty waters and felt the same warm embrace you did.
He had left a letter of his own. For his big sister Rhaenyra. Her hands were shaky as she opened the letter, the eyes of her family on her. Her eyebrows furred together as she began reading Her eyes pricked with tears and a sob escaped her lips as she read the first line.
"To Queen Rhaenyra."
The letter detailed how sorry Aemond was. For what he had done. He begged her forgiveness for the death of both Luke and you. He blamed himself for it all and wanted her to know he never meant for it. Rhaenyra would quietly thank her brother and prayed to the Gods that he was at peace now.
Rhaenyra was named the "The Black Queen." but also "The Merciless.". She would sit the Iron Throne and Jace after her. She would never be the same though, happiness never rteurned to her as she would dream of her two beautiful children every day.
Surrounded by clouds light and warmth. You watch. You watch your family continue on, to build, to heal. You watch with a smile.
On one side of you your brother's hand in yours as he shares the same smile. And Aemond's arms wrapped around your waist on your other side. This was peace. And you didn't regret it, not for a moment.
You were no longer in agony.
A/N: Finally finished!! I hope it wasn't shit to yall but i cried while writing this. Recently re read "Smoke, Fire and Ash" by @asumofwords and it made my cry and put me in this mood.
To be honest I always imagined reader dying in this. I just had different ways. One was her offing herself after Aemond dies above God's eye. The next option was Aemond killing her himself while drunk and blinded by pain then he would off himself when he woke up. And lastly was both of them dying together, sharing a final moment before commanding their dragons to kill them.
I did not imagine them having a happy ending. Ecspecially since reader was alwyas conflicted about her family. She did not know what side to be on, and the death of Luke would only make her more confused. So it was easier for her to just not be anything at all.
Anywho. That's it! I hope y'all enjoyed this. I do plan on writing a full Aemond x reader series but i gotta plan it out properly!
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Summary: You wake up to unfortunate circumstances. It only gets worse when you finally get some answers. A dream confirms that whatever chance you had at having a normal life was gone.
TW: Blood, Death.
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You yawned as you sat up in your bed rubbing your eyes. You look over to the spot Aemond was in and simply see a flower. Blushing you reach over and smell the flower.
You look over to the bath on the other side of the room and notice there's no steam coming out of it. You stand up and grab your robe off of the armchair next to your bed.
You walk over to the door after you wrap yourself in the armchair and attempt to open the door. You're shocked when the door doesn't open or move an inch.
"Hello?" You try opening the door again but they don't budge. "Is anyone out there?" You wait but hear no response.
You're unsure of what to do now. You look around your room for something to do. All that you manage to find are some of your old toys and unfinished projects.
You sit in front of the fireplace trying to think of what could possibly be going on. You remember a piece of the wall that could move and search for it, trying your best to remember exactly where it was. You end up finding it next to your dresser.
The piece moves easily and you reach inside. Your hand touches something and you instantly remember. You lay down flat on your stomach reach in with both hands and pull out the wooden box.
You're filled with nostalgia as you sit down on your bed with the box. You blow off the smoke and open it up.
Inside lies a small journal which you place to the side already deciding you have to see what young you used to write about. Inside also lies a small cushion you had sewn for you and Halaena's dolls. One of your teeth which Aegon convinced you to let him take out by tying it with string to a door.
You're confused for a moment at the last item. It's a black handkerchief with gold detailing. You pick it up and stare at it a moment before you remember.
Aemond had found you crying in a corner of the library covered in dirt, mud and God knows what else. He had asked you what happened and although you didn't want to tell him he convinced you too. You admitted that your brothers had joined Aegon in tormenting you by throwing mud at you insisting it was just a joke.
Aemond felt bad especially since he understood what it meant to be at the end of their cruel jokes. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the mud off of your face before walking you to his mother's chambers.
Alicent cleaned you off and got you a clean dress before seeking out the boys and your mother. All three of them were forced to shovel horse shit while you, Helaena and Aemond watched and ate cake.
The memory brought a smile to your face. Aemond had asked you for the handkerchief back but you told him you couldn't find it.
You pick the journal back up excitedly and open it up to a random page.
King's Landing 117 AC
Dear Diary,
Today my brother was born. Father named him Joffrey, I personally think his name is stupid but I held my tongue. Septa Anne would be proud. I went with the boys to the dragon pit today. It was awfully boring. Aemond and I watched while they got to practice commands. AND YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID! They gave us pigs! PIGS! Called them the "Pink Dreads".
Sometimes I wish I could just gouge out Aegon's eyes and put them in his soup when he isn't looking...maybe I can get Helaena to catch a beetle for me...
Anyways. I went to the kitchen to get cake but then Harwin stole it! He said it was taxes? WHAT EVEN IS TAXES?
You can't help but laugh as you continue to read. You fall asleep while reading about the time Aegon fell out of a tree while trying to grab a bird.
You wake up and blink a couple times, clearing your vision. You sit up and jump back when you see Aemond next to you lying in your bed.
"Gods! When did you get here?" He has a smirk on his face as he continues to read while eating an apple.
"A while ago. You were sleeping peacefully I didn't wish to wake you." You nod and look at what he's holding. You quickly notice it's your diary and try to snatch it out of his hand but he's quicker. He clicks his tongue at you as you try to reach for it. "Im quite enjoying this. Listen to this one. Aemond gave me a flower today!"
"Aemond! Stop! Give it back" Your face flushes in embarrassment. "I was a kid!" He drops the apple and manages to grabs your hands with one of his and holds them down.
"He is so cute!" He looks back at you with a shocked expression. "You thought I was cute, princess?" Aemond pulls you to sit in his lap and you hide your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "Aemond smiled at me today!"
"Stop!!! Please I beg of you!" He laughs and puts the journal down.
"And this!" He lifts you out of his neck and waves the handkerchief in your face. "You swore to me that you lost it! Liar!"
Aemond begins tickling you and rolls you over caging you under him. He leans down and leaves a trail of kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.
"Aemond?" He hums back in response. "Why was I locked in my chambers?" He stops kissing you for a moment before he leaves a final one on your cheek and sits up.
"You need to break fast first...then we can talk."
Aemond calls for food and for your handmaids to prepare you a bath. You're shocked at first cause of how open he was about being in your chambers while you were fully undressed. You wanted to ask if the talk had gone well about the betrothal and if that's why he was ok with people seeing him here but you opted to wait.
He watches you eat occasionally grabbing slices of fruit off of your plate.
"If you want one you could just take from the tray you know?" He smirks as he puts another grape in his mouth.
"But they taste much better off of your plate." He leans over and bites the strawberry that you're holding.
"So." He leans back in his chair. "Are you going to tell me why I was locked in here?"
The atmosphere immediately changes and is tense. He sighs deeply.
"...King Viserys died..."
Your eyes widen and you drop the food in your hand back onto the plate. Your heart clenches at the news. You had spent much of childhood following him around, you had even willingly chosen to be his cupbearer in some of his council meetings simply because you wanted to be near him.
"...that doesn't explain why I was locked in my chambers Aemond. Matter of fact that is far from an explanation. If my grandsire died I should have been notified."
Aemond fidgets with his hands the same way Alicent does as he looks at the wall.
"Kepus. What are you not telling me?" He continues staring at the wall occasionally looking at you. "Aemond." [Uncle]
"Aegon was crowned king." He says it quickly with his head held high. "As the king's firstborn son, he is the rightful heir. He was crowned before the masses in the dragon pit."
Aemond watches as your breathing quickens and your facial expressions. Your lips are pressed together as you're clenching your hands so tight.
"Who made that decision?"
"It was the King's wish. He said it upon his deathbed to my mother." You roll your eyes and stare at the wall. There was a battle going on within your head. Part of you was understanding of the firstborn son point but the other part was devastated for your mother.
"Does my mother know? What of my grandmother? I was supposed to leave with her this mourning."
"...your grandmother interrupted the crowning. She was riding Meleys, many people died and just as many were injured." You cover your mouth with a shaking hand. "I believe she is already on her way to Dragonstone probably to speak to your mother..."
Meanwhile in Dragonstone
Rhaenys wasted no time heading straight for the princess. She had no time for formalities.
She walks into the room seeing them both by the fireplace.
"Thank you, Ser Lorent." Rhaenys stops at the head of the table. "Princess Rhaenys, might we hope for news of Lord Corlys' recovery?"
"Viserys is dead." Rhaenyra's face drops as Daemon turns around. "I grieve this loss with you Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father...possessed a kind heart." Rhaenyra struggled to comprehend what was happening. She knew her father would die soon but hoped she would be back to King's Landing in time to be there.
"There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor" Rhaenyra clutches her stomach as Daemon walks over.
"They crowned him?" Rhaenyra was looking off into space, grieving.
"How did Viserys die?" Daemon had a look on his face that no one could quite place. Was he sad? Angry? Or just plain confused.
"I could not say." They both look at each other.
"How long ago?" Rhaenyra asks.
"A day past, perhaps two. I was made prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her preparations."
"Viserys has been slain." Daemon watches Rhaenyra.
"Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon." It was not a question, Rhaenyra already knew that it had happened.
"She did. I refused her." Rhaenyra let out a shaky breath.
"And yet you are alive." Of course, Daemon was skeptical, when was he ever not?
"The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragonpit. I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys." Rhaenyra was still clutching her stomach.
"They crowned him before the masses." Rhaenys nodded.
"So that the masses would see him as their rightful King," Rhaenys responded.
"That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne. And you could have burned them all for it." Daemon's unknown emotion was now evident, he was angry, livid even.
"A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure. But that war is not mine to begin. I only rushed this warning to you out of loyalty to my husband and to my house." She took a deep breath. "The greens are coming for you Rhaenyra. And for your children."
"M-my children?" Rhaenyra's face contorted in pain. "My daughter! You brought her with you?" Daemon stood straight up.
"Sadly...no...Alicent had her chambers guarded well and her room had no passages. I'm sorry. I did not wish to leave my granddaughter either."
"You left my daughter with those cunts?" Daemon walked around the table to face Rhaenys. "You left her to become a bargain in this war?"
"I did my best Prince Daemon. We have allies within those walls that can get a message to her. Once I hear word she is alright I will be sending someone in to retrieve her."
"You have done enough." Daemon pointed at her. "I will retrieve my child from the snakes you fed her too."
"Enough Daemon..." Daemon turned to face Rhaenyra who was now hunched over gripping the table. "The babe... it's coming..."
King's Landing
Aemond watched as you paced around the room. You had requested he leave you alone for the a day only allowing in your handmaidens and refusing to see anyone else.
Since you had called for him this morning you hadn't said anything in almost an hour and instead paced around the room looking for the words to start this conversation. Occasionally you would stop, point at him and open your mouth but then you'd scowl and resume pacing again. He could tell you were conflicted.
"Ñuha jorrāelagon, kessa ao sit ilagon? Before you burn a hole into the floor." [My Love, will you sit down?]
"Now is not a time for jokes, Aemond! Do you know what your family has done? This is an act of war! They have usurped the throne right out from under my mother's feet. If you think she will let this go easily- no, if you think Daemon will let this go easily you are all sorely mistaken." you begin pacing again.
Aemond stood up and walked over to you and grabbed your hands.
"Gīda." [Calm] He pushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Everything is going to be ok."
"What will happen to me?" The thought had crossed your mind many times as you wondered what would be made of you.
"My grandsire and the King have agreed to our betrothal. They will announce it as part of the terms if she agrees to declare Aegon as the rightful King and kneel before him and the council."
"Terms?" You back away from him letting go of his hands. "Our marriage would no longer hold meaning Aemond. It would be seen merely as something my mother won in bowing to Aegon, a spoil of war. Either way, she would never say yes."
"Then Aegon will marry us anyway." He shrugs and pulls you back into him as if none of this bothered him. "He is my brother and he knows of the love I hold for you."
"And if I say no?" His face became stern.
"You wouldn't hurt me so."
"You mean the way that you have today?" He sighs deeply. "Why did you not come and free me from my chambers?"
"Because I knew you would leave at the first chance." You look away from him and he turns your face back towards him. "You're mine and I wasn't willing to risk losing what is mine."
You would typically enjoy this possessive air around him but you currently found it suffocating. You wanted nothing more than to put space between you but he was holding you tight against him.
"Aemond. This is not right. You must understand that?" He rolled his eyes and let you go.
"Who sits on the throne is none of my concern and not on my list priority."
"Then what is?" You step towards him angrily.
"You!" he snaps. "You are my only priority. If you say no to marrying me then you will be made prisoner here. You will spend the entirety of this war locked in here." You could tell he was being truthful. "Marry me and you will at least have some freedom."
"Some?" He walked back over to the table and sat down tired of this conversation. "What is some?"
"You will be allowed to walk freely around the castle with a guard of my choosing."
"And Vermithor?" You think of your dragon and where he could be. You had claimed him when you returned to Dragonstone after what happened at Driftmark. Aemond's bravery in claiming Vhagar led you to sneak into where he sleeps and approach the dragon yourself. You had also thought that if you claimed him you could ride to King's Landing and see him. You had learned the song Daemon would sing and tried singing it to him to calm him down. It worked despite almost being burnt to a crisp you had claimed him.
"I will visit him on Vhagar." He reached for your hand but you shied away. "You must understand that my grandsire worries about allowing you to have full freedom. After a while, you will be allowed to go riding."
"How long is a while Aemond?" He visibly gulped and bit the inside of his cheek. "How long?" Your voice was cold and made the hairs on his neck stand.
"Until you give birth to our firstborn." He said it quietly already knowing how you would react. It was smart you'd give them that. They know you wouldn't fly away while your child is in their possession. "My grandfather's decision not my own."
"And did you try to fight him on it?"
"Why would I?" He shrugged but soon noticed the angry expression on your face. "I want marriage with you, I want children." He tried to reach for you again.
"So do I Aemond! But not like this." You take his hand and he pulls you to sit on his lap. "I want us to marry because it is what we want. I want my mother to be there! This isn't the way I want to do this."
Aemond leans his head against your chest.
"My hands are tied, my love." You get off of his lap and walk over to the fireplace facing your back to him.
"I wish to be alone."
"Baby..." You hear him get up and walk over to you.
"Please go...now!" A few seconds later you hear him sigh and leave the room. You sit on the armchair and allow yourself to cry.
This was all too much for you. You worried for your mother and the rest of your family. Did they think you were a traitor now? Will they think you have chosen Aemond's family over them if you were to marry him?
You know there's no way your mother will kneel before Aegon, even if she decides to, Daemon would rather lock her in her chambers than agree to that.
How could they be so foolish? So reckless?
You walk over to your bed and lie down. You go over the pros and cons of agreeing to marry Aemond. You then think about ways you could escape. Maybe agreeing to a betrothal will at least get you the right to walk around, you could find your parent's allies within the walls and find a way back to them.
You can stall the wedding for a while. Aemond would understand you'd prefer to be married only after the war was over and your family could attend.
You soon tire yourself out with all this thinking and fall asleep.
You spend the next day alone in your chambers. Alicent had invited you to join her in breaking your fast but you respectfully declined. You needed more time.
You saw a boat sail out from King's Landing and knew it was most likely Otto heading out to deliver the terms to your mother. You knew it would not go well and they would be lucky if she didn't feed them to Syrax for their treachery.
It was only the following midday when you grew worried. You saw Vhagar fly away from the castle. Part of you wish you knew where he was going and the other part of you remained angry. You thought he knew you better, if he did he would have fought harder for your freedom right? He would have denied Otto's offer and not allowed him to make your marriage into something that they hoped would sway your mother into giving up her crown.
Gods you missed her, you prayed every moment for her safety. For all of their safety.
It rained that night. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones. You tried to sleep hoping it would calm your nerves. Your handmaid brought you tea to help you relax. You soon fell asleep but sadly even your dreams were disturbed.
You wake up on the floor of pitch black. Everything around you was dark. There was no light just darkness. You sat up and looked around.
"Hello?" Your voice echoed. You stood up and began walking around in the dark abyss not knowing where you were going.
"Gēlȳn enkagon jamela!" You hear Aemond's voice. [You owe a debt!]
You quickly turned around but nothing was there.
"Aemond?" You walked in the direction that you heard his voice. As you got closer you noticed your feet getting wet.
"Taoba!" You hear him again but in a different direction. [Boy!]
You turned again where you heard his voice and walked quicker in that direction. You felt something patter on your head and looked up. Nothing was there just darkness but you could for sure feel something wet as if it was rain.
There was a flash of a bright light to which you shielded your face.
"Daor Arrax!" Arrax? That's Luke's dragon.
"Luke? Luke, are you there?" You noticed your clothes clinging to your body as they were now soaked the scent of salty water filling your nose.
"Vhagar! No! No..." What had happened? Why was he saying no?
You look around you quickly trying to make sense of what it is you are hearing. The rain is heavier and you look at your hands. They aren't just wet...they're red. Your dress is now too stained red. You touch your cheek and look back at your hands and see the same red substance.
Something drops from above causing you to step back quickly. More pieces fall from the sky surrounding you. You shield your head and scream as the red rain grows heavier and more pieces fall.
When the rain softens and the sound of stuff falling ceases you open your eyes and look around you. Your face twists in pain as you see pieces of the body of Arrax surrounding you. It only gets worse when you see a human body part. You look closer and notice the hand.
"He got me." You hear his Lucerys voice and you instantly know it was his hand.
You wake up in a sweat your hair sticking to your neck and your pillow drenched. You look up and see Aemond standing at the end of your bed his clothes drenched.
And in that moment you knew.
The war had started.
A/N: So this is clearly turning into a series. Which I'm actually not mad about. Not sure where this is going but naturally the chances of any of this being 100% original is not possible. There are far too many HOTD fanfics for any ending or storyline to be original. I can only hope that it is 100% enjoyable.
I will still obviously do my best to come up with a unique ending but I feel like to have a unique ending people need to die. I need to start killing off characters like Grey's Anatomy 🤣
Anywho I hope y'all enjoyed this part! If you wish to be added to this Taglist or any other one please let me know!