Could I Request A Harwin X Targaryen Reader? Like Shes The Twin Or Sister Of Rhaenyra And Is Somewhat

Could I request a harwin x Targaryen reader? Like she’s the twin or sister of Rhaenyra and is somewhat sickly/quiet and never got out much until Aegon’s name day, so harwin sees her and its love at first sight?? I’m just dying for harwin fluff

I love this request! You guys honestly have the best ideas. I hope this alright!

Don’t Be A Stranger

warnings: targaryen!f!reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s twin, mentions of illness, not proofread

summary: you’re finally allowed out of the keep for Aegon’s name day hunt.

author’s note: let me know if you guys want a Harwin’s POV of this 👀

You had been a prisoner of the red keep since your birth. Perhaps it was some cruel stroke of fate- some god laughing from high above as he cursed your family with another ill-fated child.

'At least you lived,' Rhaenyra told you once, holding your hand with the lightest of touches- scared you would break if even one breath touched your fragile skin.

Was this living? It couldn't be.

Day in and day out, confined to your bed. Your quarters. Perhaps the corridor, if you felt up to it. You were a prisoner, yes. A prisoner in your sickly body, in your frail bones and pale skin.

You longed to see the world. You dove headfirst into history- the seven kingdoms, Old Valryia, lords and ladies of the realm- anything and everything you could get your hands on to imagine a world outside of that damned bed.

It was enough, until it wasn't. You begged Rhaenyra to sneak you out. Begged her to help you live. She refused.

The realm knew your elder twin as 'The Realm's Delight'. They knew you as 'The Ghost Princess'. You thought the name was suitable, even if your sister and your father and anyone who dared to get close tried to comfort you about it.

There was nothing to comfort. You had tired of comforting. You wanted to get out and see something other than the stone walls of the keep before you lost your mind along with your health.

And so, you formulated a plan.

You had seen Alicent a few times throughout your years. She had seemed kind, until she had wronged Rhaenyra- but there was not much you could do about that.

However you felt about Alicent, you could not deny that you were grateful for her actions at this moment.

"Aegon's name day is coming up," Rhaenyra told you one day, sitting in her usual spot on the side of your bed. Her thumb traced little circles onto the back of your hand. "There's to be a big hunt in honor of it. Bit ridiculous, if you ask me."

You snorted, knowing very well that your and Rhaenyra's name day was also a famously extravagant affair- even if you could not join the festivities.

"When's the hunt?" You asked her.

"A fortnight. Preparations have begun now, of course. The keep is quite mad at the moment. Be glad you do not have to experience it."

You frowned slightly at her statement, glancing towards the lone window in your room.

"Apologies, sister, I did not mean-"

"It's alright, Rhaenyra. I understood." You turned back to look at her, nodding your head in reassurance. She gave your hand a light squeeze.

Although she was still annoyingly cautious around you, Rhaenyra had realized that over the years, you would not break at the slightest touch. So, she had stopped fretting over the smallest of brushes of skin. Mostly. You'd take what you could get.

"The Maester says I'm doing much better," you commented, watching your twin's face as you spoke. "Perhaps I will be allowed to join everyone for the occasion."

Rhaenyra's eyebrows rose in surprise, pulling her hand from yours. "I do not know if that is a good idea. We're to ride to the Godswood, and it can be quite a bumpy journey-"

"I am not glass, Rhaenyra. I will not break at the slightest jostle."

"I know, I just worry-"

"You and everyone else," you huffed, cutting her off. She frowned, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at you.

"Is this something you really want to do? These hunts are famously boring. You will be forced to sit and listen to the ladies of the court complain and throw insults disguised as compliments at one another."

"I want nothing more," you smiled, to which Rhaenyra shook her head.

"Please, sister. Tell me truthfully."

"Yes. I long to leave these walls, even if my first breath outside is my last."

"That was quite dramatic," Rhaenyra spoke after a moment. "You should be a poet."

"I've pondered that thought," you told her, to which she laughed.

The two of you fell silent, Rhaenyra looking at you with a conflicted expression. You could not tell what she was thinking, and you were almost positive she was going to tell you that it was too risky.

But then she said, “I’ll speak to father.”

Your eyebrows lifted, eyes lighting up in glee and excitement. “You will?”

Your sister nodded her head, lips spreading into a small smile at your glee. “Of course. I cannot guarantee what he will say, but I will fight for you.”

“Thank you, Rhaenyra. I am in your debt,” you told her, reaching forward to grasp one of her hands. She looked down at your fingers as they intertwined.

“Nonsense. I am simply doing what you would do for me should the roles be reversed.” Rhaenyra said, and you hummed.

She gave your hand a light squeeze before pulling her’s from your grasp, leaning forward to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“I will go speak to father now. I’m to see him about a few matters anyhow. I will et you know as soon as I can.”

You nodded as you watched her stand. “Thank you, sister.”

She nodded before turning and leaving. When the door shut behind her, you closed your eyes tightly and prayed to whatever god was listening that your father would say yes.

—

Viserys had said no.

Rhaenyra had argued with him for an hour over the matter after she left you, but he had not budged. He could not bear to lose another child, he said. Rhaenyra had scoffed.

She had not told you of your father’s words. As a matter of fact, she did not return to your quarters at all after seeing your father. She didn’t return the next day, either. Or the next.

You had been confused, but you knew what Rhaenyra’s absence had to have meant. Viserys had said no, and she was too busy preparing for the hunt to tell you the news. She probably didn’t want to, anyways. She had always hated seeing you upset.

A week after Rhaenyra had said she would speak to Viserys on the matter, she returned with a grand smile. She practically burst into your quarters, the wooden door slamming into the stone wall it attached to.

“He said yes!” She cried, rushing to your bedside. “Apologies for being absent, I was quite taken with preparations and arguing with our father–” she spoke fast, the words fighting to leave her tongue. “But he finally acquiesced. You are to join us on the hunt, as long as the maesters say you are fit to do so.”

“Oh, thank you Rhaenyra!” You squealed, leaning forward to throw your arms around her in an embrace. Slightly shocked, it took Rhaenyra a few seconds to hug you back.

“Of course. I look forward to having you by my side. I will not have to field the questions of the ladies by my lonesome,” she grinned at you as she pulled back, and you laughed.

“I cannot wait to be pestered with questions.”

“Oh, dear sister,” Rhaenyra sighed with an air of knowing, tucking a strand of your silver hair behind your ear. “You will regret saying that.”

—

After Rhaenyra had shared the news with you, you had been the happiest you had ever been. The servants who tended to you noticed– and they were glad to see such an upbeat mood from you.

The maesters had quickly cleared you for travel, much to your delight. They would come along for the journey at the King’s request, but you did not mind. At least you were being allowed to leave.

Like Rhaenyra said, the keep was quite mad with preparation, especially so close to the date of departure. Numerous servants entered and exited your quarters throughout the days, showing you dresses and packing needed belongings into chests to bring along. You quite liked all the attention. It was a nice change of pace.

When the day came to leave, you were practically bouncing in your bed. Servants came in to help you from your bed, dressing you in a pretty but simple leather dress with black embroidery. You were beaming the entire time.

Rhaenyra came in shortly after, wearing an almost exact copy of your own attire. The embroidery of her ensemble was red, however. She smiled at you, taking you in.

“You look amazing. How are you feeling?” She asked, coming to your side to help you walk.

“I’m fine,” you waved her hand away as you moved for the door. You wobbled slightly, but stayed afoot. Rhaenyra watched you silently before joining you once more, giving you your independence, but ready to help should you need it.

The pair of you made your way slowly out of your room and down the corridor, towards the direction of the courtyard. You passed numerous servants and guards who looked surprised to see you out and about, and you gave each and every one of them a small nod.

When you reached the courtyard, more stares found you. You ignored them as you made your way towards the coach, Rhaenyra following close behind.

“Do you need help to get up?” Your sister asked. You shook your head as you began to climb the steps to the coach. You made it up with only a small wobble, ducking inside to take a seat on one of the cushioned benches. Rhaenyra entered behind you, taking the seat next to you. She smiled widely.

“I’m so glad you’re coming with us. This is going to be more bearable now.” She told you, to which you laughed.

“That’s a sound I haven’t heard in a while,” Viserys’ voice chimed as he ducked inside the coach to join you. Alicent followed behind, Aegon babbling in her arms.

You smiled at your father, grateful he had said yes. He took a seat across from you and Rhaenyra, joy obvious in his expression as he gazed upon his two daughters.

“You two look lovely. It’s good to see you together, smiling.”

“All because of your generosity, dear husband,” Alicent chimed in, settling in beside Viserys.

“I would not say that–” he began, but you swiftly interrupted.

“Yes, thank you father. I appreciate your decision.”

He looked from Alicent to you, nodding his head. “Of course.”

The coach fell silent save for little Aegon’s babbling, and although it was slightly awkward, you would not have traded the moment for the world.

Moments later, the coach began its journey, and you could barely contain your excitement. Viserys and Alicent were speaking about something, but you paid them no mind as you glued your eyes to the small window in the side of the coach.

As Rhaenyra had said weeks ago, the journey was a bit bumpy. You could feel your family watching you intently throughout the ride, but you paid them no mind. You were fine, and even if you weren’t, there was nothing that was going to stop you from going through with this.

When you finally made it to the campsite, you were ecstatic. You could hear all the clamor outside, and it excited you. Rhaenyra looked at you with an amused expression, teasing you, but you ignored her.

The coach rolled to a stop and you sprang from your seat.

“Just wait, dear sister,” she spoke into your ear as she moved to stand beside you. “Father and the Queen will go first. Then you and I.”

You nodded, wishing Viserys and Alicent would put some more haste into their movements. The door to the coach swung open as a servant laid a step stool before it. Viserys gave you a smile as he passed, working his way to the ground with a small huff. Alicent followed, Aegon in her grasp. She was much more graceful.

Rhaenyra moved next, glancing at you from over her shoulder. “Ready?”

You nodded, and she turned her back to you as she hopped down from the coach. You stepped out after her, and it was like the entire camp stopped.

Eyes were all on you stepped onto the grass. Rhaenyra stood beside you, one of her hands grabbing yours protectively.

“Alright?” She asked you quietly, and you nodded.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, taking everything in. People slowly started to resume their tasks as the shock of seeing you wore off. Perhaps the news of your incoming presence had not been widely known.

Rhaenyra tugged lightly at your hand as she made to move, and you raised a foot to follow her, but then your eyes met his.

A man, across the field, was staring at you. Not hungrily. Not in disgust. In something you couldn’t quite place.

He was tall with a large build and a dazzling smile. He was smiling at you, you realized. You looked him up and down, noting his curly hair; his unshaven face; his attire. A house sigil you suddenly could not recall adorned his tunic.

“Rhaenyra,” you called to her, not taking your eyes from the man. “Who is that?”

Rhaenyra turned to follow your gaze, lips breaking into a wide grin as she saw the man you were fascinated with.

“Ser Harwin Strong, of House Strong. I am surprised you did not recognize the sigil, sister.” She was teasing you, you realized.

“No, I did. I just…” you trailed off, still looking in his direction. He nodded to you from, and you felt your cheeks heat as you finally ripped your gaze from his.

“Should I expect to be attending your wedding at the end of this hunt?” Rhaenyra continued and you rolled your eyes before moving in the direction your father and Alicent had gone.

“Nonsense. I do not even know him.” You told her as she fell into step beside you.

“But you would like to, would you not?” Your sister poked your side lightly. You swatted her hand away with no force.

You said nothing more, and Rhaenyra took your silence as an end to the conversation.

—

Rhaenyra had been right.

The ladies of the court were boring.

You were situated in a plush chair (brought specially for you) beside Rhaenyra as the pair of you listened to gossip and subtle criticisms.

You had thought the ladies would jump at the chance to pester you with questions, but it was almost as if you weren’t even there. They paid you little mind, opting to pester Rhaenyra instead. Perhaps it was because they were afraid that if they even acknowledged you, you would break.

“Ladies,” a man spoke up as he moved to join the group. You looked up to see another member of house Strong, judging by the sigil on his tunic. Not Harwin– perhaps a cousin? A brother? Judging by the image of Harwin still plastered in your mind, they looked similar. They had to be related.

“Mind if I join?” He asked, soft spoken. The ladies nodded, going back to their gossips as the man made his way to an empty chair.

“Larys Strong,” Rhaenyra leaned over to whisper in your ear as if reading your mind. “Harwin’s brother.”

You looked at the man curiously, now obviously seeing the resemblance. Larys met your gaze with a small smile.

“You must be the other Princess. It is nice to make your acquaintance. I certainly see the resemblance.” He gestured between you and Rhaenyra.

The ladies had stopped talking now, opting to listen to you and Larys.

You gave a kind, small laugh. “Of course. It’s a pleasure, Lord Strong.”

“Oh, I am not a lord, Princess. That title is my father’s.”

You nodded. “My apologies.”

“None needed,” he replied, eyes watching you intently. “It is quite a surprise to see you here. Many were starting to believe you were a myth.”

You cocked an eyebrow is surprise. Rhaenyra’s hand fell atop one of yours. “Is that so?” You questioned. Larys nodded.

“Yes, Princess. There were many whispers that you had died and the King would not admit it. Whispers that you were part dragon, and that is why you were not allowed out of the keep.”

“That’s enough of that,” Rhaenyra spoke, her tone firm. “We need not speak of whispers and stories. My sister is alive and well, right next to me.”

“Of course, Princess,” Larys nodded. He was still looking at you. “You and I are more alike than one would think, Princess. Both younger siblings. Both hidden away. Both a source of shame–”

“I think I should like to get some air,” you announced, standing from your chair. Rhaenyra rose to your side without a word, but you shook your head.

“Alone, please,” you whispered to her, and she reluctantly nodded as she lowered herself back into her chair.

All eyes watched you as you made your way out of the tent, into the darkening sky. The lowering sun cast a beautiful variety of colors over the horizon. Pinks and oranges and yellows you swore you had never seen before. You tilted your head back, staring up at the sky and inhaling deeply.

You did not know why Larys’ words had bothered you so much. You knew you weren’t purposefully hidden away, that you weren’t a source of shame for your family– or were you?

The House of the Dragon needed to present a strong front. A sick, weak Princess did not exactly aid in that image.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion from the day creeping into your limbs. You fought to keep it at bay. Should you show even the smallest hint of fatigue, your father would whisk you back to the keep and never set you free again.

“Princess?”

A man’s voice, deep and warm and concerned. You opened your eyes, lowering your gaze from the sky. Harwin Strong was approaching you, brows scrunched together in worry.

“Are you alright?” He questioned and you nodded.

“Of course. Just getting some air.” You watched him as he came to a stop in front of you. He was handsomer up close, you thought. Deep brown eyes and messy hair.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. Lord…?” You trailed off, knowing full well who he was thanks to Rhaenyra’s earlier words.

“Ser Harwin Strong, Princess.” He told you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Ser Harwin, of course,” you nodded. “I just met your brother. Interesting, to say the least.”

Harwin sighed. “Apologies for him, Princess. He has… a certain way with words.”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “He certainly does. Tell me, Ser. Did you believe me to be part dragon before today?”

Harwin raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Of course not, Princess.”

“And did you think I was dead, and my family was lying about health?”

“No, Princess.” He confirmed, and you nodded.

“Even if you did, I doubt you would say so.” You gave a humorless laugh, but he shook his head.

“I would tell you the truth, Princess.”

“Even if it meant you’d hang?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Why?”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips as he pondered his words.

“Because you deserve the truth.”

You went quiet for a moment, averting your eyes back to the beautiful sky. Harwin’s gaze remained on you.

“Even if you were part dragon,” he spoke. “You would still be the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

You looked back at him, a blush painting your cheeks pink as you searched for a hint of a lie in his expression. You found none.

When you didn’t say anything, he continued.

“Rhaenyra speaks of you, you know. To anyone who will listen. She’s told me of you more than once.”

“When do you speak to Rhaenyra?” You asked in surprise.

“It makes sense she would not tell you of such trivial matters,” he said. “I guard her from time to time.”

You nodded. That made sense. You knew you were guarded at all times, even if you rarely left your chambers. Of course Rhaenyra would be, too. Probably more so than you.

“Good things, I hope?” You asked, and Harwin grinned.

“Of course, Princess.”

“Good,” you smiled. “If she ever speaks bad about me, you tell me about it.”

He laughed at that, and you closed your eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit you once more.

“Princess?” Harwin’s voice was full of concern again as he reached a hand out to lightly touch your arm. “Are you alright?”

“Tired, Ser.” You inhaled deeply, trying to overcome the small feeling of nausea rising in your stomach.

“Should I fetch a maester?” Harwin asked, but you shook your head. You opened your eyes, reaching for his forearm as you slumped slightly. He supported you weight immediately, an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright.

“I don’t need a maester. If you would just help me to my tent, that would be appreciated.”

“Of course, Princess. Do you need me to carry you?”

“No, I can walk,” you assured him. He nodded without question as the pair of you started in the direction of your tent.

“Thank you for this, Ser Harwin.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

You walked the rest of the way in silence, thankful for the darkness filling the camp to make your walk less obvious.

When you reached your tent, Harwin helped you inside and to the comfortable cot. He placed you gently onto it, taking a step back as he waited to see if you needed anything else.

“I believe I can take it from here, Ser. Once again, I thank you for this.” You looked at him, your expression sincere.

“No thanks needed, Princess. Whatever you need, I am here.”

You have a small nod as silence fell between the pair of you. After a moment, you spoke again.

“If you don’t mind Ser… please keep this between us. My father would–”

“No worries, Princess. I will take this to the grave if I must.” He gave you a dazzling grin, and it almost pained you to send him away.

He bid you goodnight before slipping out of the tent, and you watched him go, hoping you would see him again soon.

Hello love!! I was wondering if you could do a Aemond imaginé where you are rhaenerys first daughter so you are a strong and in order to prevent the war you are offered to marry aemond but when you guys have kids they come with their dark hair so everything about bastards comes back to hit aemond with. Reader worries he won’t love their kids because of their color of hair

New parents

Oh this request is so good!!! Here it is I hope you like it nonnie <3

word count: 2.5k (one shot)

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor angst

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"GET OUT! GET OUT! FOR THE LOVE OF SEVEN FUCKING HELLS GET OUT!" the princess cursed as she once again fell  back on her husband's firm chest , tired from all the stress these labors were inflicting upon her. "You need to push princess!" the maester said. The poor man already being kicked twice by y/n, inside the birthing chambers. "Oh really?!" y/n scoffed, "and here I am trying to keep the child inside of me!"  Aemond tried to stifle a laugh finding it amusing that  his wife still had her wits on while she gave birth to their child. Their child. Aemond thought. Never had he been so anxious and excited about the prospect of a new life. His child. He just couldn't  help but once again kiss his wife on the top of her head casting down a smile to her.

 "I'm glad my misery amuses you, my love" y/n said as she glared at him, saying the latter part of it with gritted teeth. "It doesn't amuse me my love but your wits sure do." Aemond said smiling at her. Y/n's gaze softened before she let out a scream holding Aemond's hand tighter, fearing she'd almost break it. She was laid across the bed in the chambers, with her upper half entirely slumped on Aemond, one of her hands holding his while the other one being held by a midwife for her support. She closed her eyes once again, gathering all the strength she had to push. Letting out an agonizing scream of pain. Y/n looked up at Aemond, her eyes heavy lidded with the tears of frustration leaking from the corners down on y/n's nearly angelic face.

"Aemond....gods Aemond I- I- cant do this, please it's just-"

Y/n sobbed as she brought her and Aemond's joined hands towards her face. Their fingers interlinked together. She let go of his fingers and took his hand in her own, slowly pressing his palm on her pale cheeks as she leaned into his touch feeling the warmth of his large hand seeping through her. She closed her eyes as she let go of his hand and caressed his forearm, leaning into his touch.   Aemond took notice of her exhaustion as he quickly took her hand from the midwife's hold into his while another one of his hands now caressed her as he brushed a piece of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ears. "Y/n , y/n look at me, look at me," he said his voice full of urgency and command. "Y/n you've done so well, you're almost there just one last push my love. "    

 Y/n's eyes fluttered open as she looked into the dark amethyst of Aemond's eye, and started to  brace herself for one last push, as she held both of Aemond's hands tightly, screaming once again, pushing with all that was left inside of her. Soon the agonizing screams that could be heard from the other side of the hallways seized completely and the cries of a new born babe filled the chambers.  

"A girl  princess!" The midwife exclaimed with joy, wrapping the new born princess in soft linens and placing her in y/n's hands. 

"Oh my...oh a girl...a princess" y/n said as her eyes glistened with tears of happiness as she looked towards Aemond, his eyes focused on the child in y/n's arms. He couldn't believe he was a father. The joy of seeing their daughter in his wife's arms was something that overpowered every emotion he ever had. The sight itself made him fall in love with his y/n and their child for a lifetime.

"She is healthy right?" Y/n asked concern written all over her face, swallowing a lump down her throat. At this Aemond turned his sights  towards the maester as well. Worry gracing his sharp featured face.

"As healthy as any other babe I've ever seen" The maester assured them with a smile. 

The Maester and the midwives soon left once y/n was deemed healthy enough after the birth. Congratulating the prince and princess on the birth. Leaving the two of them with their princess inside.

"It's a girl", Aemond said, mostly to himself his eyes fixed on the babe, before breaking out into the biggest grin y/n had ever seen on his face, "IT'S A GIRL Y/N! I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE A GIRL!" he grinned ecstatically hugging both the child and y/n, his arms engulfing the two of them, he wished to truly never let go of this moment.                      

"My beautiful beautiful girls." He said kissing the babe on the forehead and leaving the softest kiss on y/n's lips.

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Aemond left the chambers to inform other members of his family, when y/n stared down at her daughter. Taking in note of her every little feature she could. Mesmerized at how someone could be so perfect. She had Aemond's eyes. Something that y/n was glad of. She loved how his eyes sparkled the violet she so loved. And now her daughter had the same ones. 

However y/n was worried. Worried that her daughter had inherited the dark brown locks she proudly owned. The history between y/n, her brother's  and Aemond's was not at all smooth to say the least. She remembered the times Aemond called her a "strong girl"  and she called him a dragonless dragon or no dragon at all. She was the first daughter of Rhaenyra. And after the events at driftmark, a betrothal was set between Y/n of house Velaryon and Aemond of house Targaryen, to prevent the war and the bad blood between the family.  She remembered crying to her mother that night telling her about how Aemond said that they were bastards and that they would all die screaming in flames just like their father, as Rhaenyra consoled and lulled her to sleep. 

Y/n hadn't fancied the idea of marrying Aemond at all. However as the years passed by she found a friend him. Reading Valyrian histories together, riding their dragons together, her first flight on Vhagar with him, doing all sorts of mischief that would end up in Alicent reprimanding  both of them. Leaving the red keep at night, putting Helaena's spiders in Aegon's bed, telling Alicent when Aegon and Aemond pulled pranks on her, enjoying when they were being scolded and belittled for behaving with her like that , and finally seeing him the first time without his eye patch. She had kissed his scar and told him that he was the most handsome man ever and apologized to him saying he should never have gone through something like that. Aemond telling her he loved her right after.

She was drowning in the constant worry when she heard the door open, her guard came in and announced the arrival of the Queen, princess Helaena and prince Aegon. She shifted in her bed, a smile overtaking her features as they entered. Alicent bent down kissing y/n on the head, sitting down on her side, Helaena did the same as she sat on the other side. "May I?" The queen asked as she looked at the babe in Y/n's hands. "Of course." y/n replied handing over the little girl to the queen as she turned to Helaena. "Congratulations y/n, you've done so well!" Helaena exclaimed hugging her, "I must say you and my brother make beautiful children" she further added. "That I agree." the queen replied not taking her eyes off the babe gently cooing at her. Y/n took in the scene and smiled at it. "Congratulations sister! You have indeed given me a lovely niece." Aegon said as he placed his hand upon y/n's shoulder. "Thank you, my prince." she replied with a grateful smile. Aegon had sort of become a brother to her. Always challenging her to do all sorts of things which were either stupid or would get them a long lecture from her septa with him. She had saved him many times from boring lectures or his grandfather's one of many lessons, also chastising him about his habits , telling him to treat Helaena better and comforting him as a friend when his mother, father and grandfather became too much for him. She had cherished the bond formed with him and he had as well. 

"You know it would never matter to my brother or me or any of us, this what you're concerning yourself with. Aemond has skipped the council meeting today just because he doesn't want to be away from you and your princess even for a moment and trust me he wouldn't do that if even if it was lava falling from skies and everyone had to run for their lives. He loves the two of you so much and that goes without saying." Aegon whispered as he  bent down and pressed a kiss against y/n's cheek.  "Take care sweet sister." Aegon said as he exited the rooms, Helaena and the queen trailing behind shortly afterwards. Letting y/n and the princess rest.

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The entire day had been perfect. Everyone coming over to congratulate y/n and Aemond for becoming new parents, and subtly dropping hints about the sleepless nights they were to follow.

They were still in awe from the birth of their daughter and how much their lives had changed for the better just in a day.

Y/n was taking a bath, trying to relax since she still couldn't settle her bubble of anxiety that was within her about her daughter's brown hair. She felt terrible for even thinking like this even after she had been reassured by Aegon for which she was really grateful but she also knew the entirety of the relationship between Aemond and her family. It was clear they just tolerated each other for her sake and held little-to-no love for eachother. And it bothered her that the one thing her husband loathed all his life was her brothers and the fact that they weren't fathered by Ser Laenor. The indication of it being their dark brown locks. She was also one of them but he had loved her. Deeply too, that she had known. Though she feared what would he think about his daughter's hair.

Y/n was about to check on her daughter, after dressing herself in nightclothes. Her silk robe hanging loosely around her. She exited her chambers to enter the connecting nursery by their shared chambers. Y/n and Aemond both had decided to keep a nursery adjoining their own room to keep the babe close to them. When she entered inside she was surprised to find Aemond singing to their daughter in his arms, swaying her side to side. This scene brought a relief to her heart. She knew Aemond would love their child just as much as she would.

Y/n laid on the bed as Aemond entered their chambers. He smiled upon seeing her. "I thought you'd be asleep by now." Aemond said moving behind the screen to change into his nightclothes. Removing his shirt and putting on only breeches he approached y/n as he laid beside her. His one arm went to her waist and the other by her neck as he pulled her closer to him, his movements careful to not cause her any pain. Still mindful of the fact that she gave birth mere hours ago. He slowly kissed each of her brows, the same with her cheeks on each side before pressing his lips against her own. Kissing her softly. Her lips parting to give him access to her tongue.

Y/n pulled away first. Panting heavily with the need to breathe. She looked at Aemond and contemplated telling him about how she felt. She bit her bottom lip and Aemond noticed the tension on his face. He quickly propped up on his elbows, his brows furrowed together. "What's wrong? Does something hurt? Shall I fetch the maester-" he began questioning her, fearing she wasn't feeling well enough.

"Aemond" y/n interrupting him, "No, I'm quite fine my dear husband, I was just- just worried over a silly matter. Now that I'm assured that it was nothing like I thought about, I'm not worried anymore."

"What were you worried about?" Aemond asked her, causing y/n to rethink whether she should've just lied and said that yes she was in pain.

"It's nothing" she replied quickly looking away from his intoxing violety gaze that shone in the moonlight.

"Y/n please tell me the truth. Did someone say something to you? Tell me who said it I'll-" He rambled on worrying that someone had commented her on something and if they had he'd not hesitate to cut them down.

"Aemond no, no one told me anything and no you're not cutting anyone down." Y/n replied sighing interrupting him once more.

Before he could say anything y/n decided to tell him and best be done with it."You know our daughter has your eyes.." she said taking in a heavy breath before saying, "just as she has my hair. Now I know what you feel about that. How frequently you voiced your opinions about my and my brother's hair colour back when we were kids, and even now at "family dinners" your toasts are quite targeted. I just feared that... You'd never like her enough because of it," Y/n looked away tears in her eyes not wanting to say any of this, "And you'd hate me forever for that."

Aemond blinked. Not following that she felt scared that he'd hate her? How could he? She was his like his sunshine on a rainy day. He loved her to an extent he couldn't define. He felt bad for making her feel like that, he hated that she felt he'd not love their daughter enough, "My love," Aemond said feeling at a loss of words, however he wanted to make this right, and remove all doubt in her mind that she ever had regarding his love for her and their little girl.

"Up until yesterday..." Aemond said cupping her face forcing her to look at him. "I was just prince Aemond. Even today I am prince Aemond, but today I became a father. " Y/n looked at him as he continued. "The birth of a child is the most spine chilling and the bravest thing a person ever does that I've seen. It takes courage you know. Courage only a woman can form. Today you brought a new life into this world, our little princess. And if the gods didn't make you beautiful enough, when you held her for the first time, you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I couldn't even describe it. And I'm glad that..our daughter has been blessed with your beautiful hair. No matter whatever her hair or eyes or anything be, I shall love her as eternally as eternal goes. Because she is our daughter. The moment she was born I promised myself to protect her from anything that caused her harm. My father sadly he...he never paid any attention to me or my siblings. It pained me greatly." He said as he set his eyes on y/n's she sobbed and sat up to embrace him.

"You know when I held her right now. I noticed how lovely and full of warmth and innocence she is" Aemond said embracing her back, " The world isn't an entirely kind place y/n, you and I both know that. But today I made a vow, to her and to you as well that as long as the two of you draw breath there's nothing I wouldn't do to fight all the ugliness and keep you girls safe from it. And I intend to honour that vow until my very last breath. And you my love, I can never hate you.Because all the things I love and I ever will are the two of you." He said as he moved his fingers down her hair, and y/n further sobbed into him.

"It's unfair how you always know to say the right things." Y/n said pulling back between sobs. Aemond wiped her tears with his thumbs, "there now, do you feel better about it?" He asked her. "Mhmm better, so much better." She replied. "Quite a day it's been." Y/n said once again. "It has, now let's rest my wife, you aren't as strong as you usually are mhmm I suppose the day was tiring miss?" He replied with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. "Gods I can't with you.." You trailed off before Aemond pulled you to his chest and made you comfortable there. Wrapping an arm around your back as you tried to sleep, "It was only a compliment, don't you think yourself as strong my love?" Aemond teased you. You kicked his legs causing him to wince and let out a laugh, "I love you." He said kissing the crown of your head as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Dress: Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Aegon, Helaena, and Jace are placing bets on what yours and Aemond's relationship status is.

Pairing: Modern!Aemond x Reader Word count: 3581 Warning: 18+, minors DNI. Smut.

Song inspo: Dress by Taylor Swift A/N: Reposting this because I accidentally deleted my original account.

“Our little brother is uncharacteristically antsy tonight. Why do you think that is?” Helaena asked as she picked up a canapé from a passing tray, approaching her older brother and cousin.

“From the look of him circling the room twice by now, I think he’s looking for Y/N.” Aegon chuckled, gesturing to where Aemond was now making his way through the room. “He thinks he’s slick trying to look all serious and unaffected but he’s already downed three glasses of bubbly.”

“Do you guys reckon that he’ll finally make a move?” Jace chimed in.

Helaena snickered as she took a sip of champagne. “Gods, I hope so. I don’t think I can take being in the same room as those two anymore. It always feels like I’m intruding.”

“Pre-tty sure they already are fucking.” Aegon shrugged when Jace and Helaena glanced at each other, sharing a look that they disagreed with Aegon’s statement.

Before any of them could add more to the conversation, their subject matter had approached them. Aemond sighed as he downed his glass and grimaced at the taste.

“Did you get stood up by your girlfriend?” Aegon teased.

“What do you mean? Y/N and I are just friends.” Aemond shrugged as he attempted to subtly scan the room once more, ignorant to the knowing looks the other three shared with each other. Aegon didn’t even specify that he was talking about you.

Where were you? As much as he was mentally preparing himself to face you, he would have hated it if you actually didn’t show up as it would ruin his plans. Had he managed to scare you off?

As if the gods had heard his pleadings, you finally make your entrance to the party. 

Aemond could only stare at you in awe as you sauntered over to them, looking like the picture of perfection. 

You gave each of them a hug and when you got to Aemond, you let your hand linger on his arm even after pulling away. Aemond couldn’t concentrate on anything else as you struck up a casual conversation with his siblings and cousin, inquiring them on their wellbeings. 

All he wanted was to pull you in for a searing kiss and tell you how much he loved you. He couldn’t bear this back and forth that had transpired between you two anymore. But knowing that his older siblings could be meddlesome little twats, he schooled his features and exercised restraint in front of them. 

You excuse yourself once the conversation met its natural end and promise to come back to them once it was time to sit down and eat dinner, giving Aemond a small smile as you walked away. 

 Aemond left shortly after when their mother, Alicent, asked for assistance regarding one of the many lavish decorations that adorned the manor.

Once you and Aemond had left, Helaena leaned closer to Aegon and Jace to whisper, “Respectfully, I disagree. There’s no way they have hooked up and still have that much tension between them.”

“I meaaaan,” Jace dragged out the word. “Maybe it’s more than just sex. You cannot tell me that those two don’t harbour any romantic feelings for each other the way they…” The blond siblings chuckled at the brunette’s musings. 

Aegon laughs and slaps him on the back, interrupting his rant and causing him to jump. “You’re such a sap, cousin. Those two? They’re definitely doing it.“

“I don’t think Jace is necessarily wrong.” Helaena mused. “I just don’t think that is what’s happening right now.”

“Care to make a wager on that?” Aegon grinned wickedly, eager for something interesting to focus on at this sordid event.

Jace and Helaena sneak a glance at you making your way towards the bar to order a drink. They watched as you down a shot of vodka you had requested as the bartender handed you a glass of red wine. Just like Aemond, you also seemed anxious this evening and was trying to soothe your nerves with alcohol.

“We’re on.” They simultaneously declare. 

“My bet’s on them already been hooking up for like,” Aegon scoured his mind for changes in his younger brother’s behaviour. “I’d say two or three weeks.”

“I’m calling that they’re finally doing it tonight.” Helaena stated decidedly.

“I think they’re in love and will finally admit it to each other.” Jace sighed dreamily before sobering. ”Wait, what does the winner get?”

”How about a week at your parents’ beach house up in Dragonstone?” Helaena suggested, her eyes twinkling at the prospect. Aegon nodded enthusiastically.

Jace rolled his eyes. ”Sure, but that’s not much of a prize for me now, is it?” 

”How about you get Sunfyre for a week if you do?” Aegon raised his eyebrow, knowing that his cousin won’t be able to resist the offer of being able to parade around in his precious gold Lamborghini.

Just like he predicted, Jace let out an incredulous gasp. ”Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, why not?” Aegon shrugged, taking a swig of his cocktail before smirking. He was confident that he was going to win anyway.

“Deal.” Jace eventually agreed and held out his glass towards them.

“Deal.” Helaena and Aegon chimed as they clinked their respective glasses with Jace’s.

You had spent the majority of the afternoon stressing out on what to wear for the Targaryens’ annual dinner party.

Normally, you would settle for one of the many dresses you already possessed. But tonight, you wanted it to be special. You headed off to town for last-minute shopping, and as if the stars had aligned, you found the perfect one.

Aemond seemed to agree as he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a black halterneck dress with a dangerously low back and hugged every curve of your body. 

As soon as you arrived at the party, he had been following your every move even when he was helping Alicent with decorations. A few weeks ago, that would have made you a nervous bumbling mess, but now you have come to realise that you quite liked his attention on you.

It had been years of tiptoeing around each other and merely boiling down your relationship to being just friends to everyone else’s chagrin and disbelief. You always felt like there was something there but could never really discern what it was exactly. You had also grown comfortable with never questioning it and confronting yourself if it was more than platonic, despite all the failed relationships you and Aemond had with other people over the years.

One night and a bottle of Dornish strongwine shared between the two of you was apparently enough to derail that notion.

What followed suit was nothing out of the ordinary, at least to people around you. You and Aemond would still spend time with each other, but this time with more kisses and inappropriate touches whenever you were alone. 

It was daunting the way this new adjustment settled so naturally in your routine, as if it was always meant to be like that, and it was downright frightening when you realised that you wanted it to stay that way. 

At the most, you had gone down on each other just like the first night but never really dared to go all the way. Your flatmate or Aemond’s family could have walked in on you or heard you, take your pick. Whichever excuse it was, it was a feeble attempt to guard your fragile heart. You felt like if you did go all the way that one of you, most likely Aemond you surmised, would call the whole thing off and your childhood friendship would turn into acquaintanceship.

You wince as you let the cool liquor slide down your throat, leaving a burning sensation in its path. Tonight was hopefully the night that would cease your concerns.

After gathering yourself and with the assistance of some liquid courage, you head on over to the table that had been reserved for you alongside Aemond, Aegon, Helaena, and Jace.

The dinner was pleasant enough. It was a five-course meal that was carefully selected by Alicent so it had clearly been delicious. The company was great as usual if you didn’t count Aegon and Jace constantly bickering about something inordinately mundane, causing the matriarch of the Targaryen family to throw an annoyed glance their way. Aegon smiled sheepishly at his mother and mouthed a “Sorry!” before resuming his antics but with a lowered volume.

Helaena was for the most part quiet except for small contributions in a casual conversation with you and Aemond. Eventually, she turned her attention to the other two in the table, leaving you and Aemond to your inside jokes and gossiping about the guests around you. You had leaned forward towards Aemond, chin resting on your hand as you looked up to him endearingly as he told you a story about the couple in the next table. Aemond grinned as he gauged your reaction to the gossip, concluding that he could never grow tired of seeing you smile.

Unbeknownst to you two as you were wrapped up in your own little world, the three were cautiously watching, not wanting to miss a moment that could declare them victorious.

A song that you recognised as the one was playing when you two first kissed a couple of weeks ago started playing. You look up to him with a playful smile on your lips, causing him to blush as he realised what you were insinuating.

“Come dance with me, Aemond.” You say, grabbing his hand to lead him to the dancefloor.

Aemond grabbed your waist as he pulled you in his arms to slow dance. Instinctively, you leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt him leaning in as well.

“I don’t want to alarm you, but I think Jace and your siblings are looking at us.” You murmured, casting a glance on the table where they sat. They thought they were being subtle by making sure only one of them was watching you at a time, but they swapped turns like clockwork that it looked comical.

Aemond swiftly turned you two around in time with the music and looked over to his siblings. “They’ve been doing that during the whole dinner. I think they’re curious to see if we’re dating or not.” He chuckled.

Your voice came out thin and quiet that Aemond would have missed it if he wasn’t so close to you. “Oh.” You stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating whether this was the moment you were waiting for.

Aemond, who wasn’t able to see your reaction, felt panic wash over him. Before you add anything more to your response, Aemond added, “But d-don’t worry, I told them they were being silly since we’re just friends…” 

“...Right. Just friends.” You muttered. 

Damn it.

Feeling discouraged, you release yourself from his embrace and mutter a weak excuse about needing to get some fresh air before making a beeline for the bathrooms.

Little did you know that Aemond hadn’t bought what you said and followed you suit. You didn’t notice until you tried to slam the bathroom door behind you as you entered but Aemond had quickly stopped it with his foot so he could go in as well. You heard the door click shut followed by another sound, indicating that he had locked the door.

You sighed exasperatedly as you turned around to face him who was already looking at you with a concerned yet wary look on his face .

There was a pregnant pause before Aemond decided to break the silence. “I don’t think bathrooms are your best bet for getting fresh air.” 

“I just need a moment.” You declared, turning on the sink to splash some cold water on your face.

“Moment for what?” Aemond inquired, frowning. “Have I done something?”

“Yes!” You shook your head as you corrected yourself. ”No! To be fair, I haven’t either and I guess that’s the problem.” You chuckled darkly as you circled him, exasperated.

”I-I’m not sure I follow you anymore.” Aemond admitted, puzzled.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself from the declaration that had been itching to escape your lips the whole night. If there ever was a time to say something, you thought, it was now.

“I don’t want to continue this whole thing,” You gestured back and forth between the both of you.” unless we define it. It’s been driving me crazy these past couple of weeks pretending that I’m cool about it- Which I am- You’re uh- v-very good at giving head and a very good kisser- but I don’t want to go on never acknowledging our feelings for each other. I know you can fucking feel it too-”

In an abrupt flash of movement, Aemond closed the space between you and moulded his lips to yours. You weaved your hand through his hair as you pulled him in even closer to deepen the kiss, eliciting a groan from him.

“I thought that if we didn’t talk about it,” He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths. “W-we could continue like this and I wouldn’t have to hear you rejecting me.” His voice was soft and almost reluctant, afraid that you would decide to leave him at his current vulnerable state.

“Reject you? I thought you were going to reject me. Or worse, you’d stop being my best friend.”

“Oh, Y/N. There’s nothing in the world that would ever change that, especially being in love with you.” He chuckled lightly before looking up to meet your gaze, his pupils blown out by desire. ”But right now, I don’t want to be just your best friend.”

“I’m in love with you, Aemond. I think we’ve both felt it for a long time but never really understood it until now.”

That was all Aemond needed to hear as he recaptured your mouth with a new urgency and swiftly undid the knot of your dress. You expertly unbuttoned his shirt and within moments, he was now barechested before you. 

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you the whole night. You look absolutely breathtaking in this dress but,” You felt the slinky smooth garment drop down to your ankles when Aemond tugged them down from your hips, his fingers sliding up to graze over your now exposed breasts. “This is a sight I rather prefer.”

Your breath hitched as his other hand skimmed over the bare skin of your back, gliding his fingers along your spine.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Y/N.” He murmured lovingly as he lifted your chin up so you could look at the reflection in the mirror. Your face was flushed and expressed nothing but wanton desire for Aemond as he kissed soft, pillowy kisses against your neck and shoulders, his lilac gaze never breaking eye contact with you.

Shit, this was really happening.

You clutched the marble sink in front of you, gasping, as his hand found its way to your clothed core and started rubbing your clit through your lace knickers. You silently grant him permission to do more by spreading your legs wider. Catching on to your eager response, his long fingers shift your underwear to the side to be able to dip them fully inside of you.

His fingers pumping in and out of you felt like heaven. Granted, it was nothing compared to what he could accomplish with his mouth, but it still felt pretty fucking tremendous.

“Aemond, I want this. I want you. I crave you so badly.” You say as you push your back against him, feeling his erection pressed against your bum. You look back at him through the mirror to gauge his reaction. He was positively aroused, that was for sure. The way Aemond looked at you at the moment could only be described as greedy appreciation.

The warm, sweet notes of your perfume clouded his thoughts and completely chipped away the last iota of his self-control. He fumbled to unlatch his belt and remove his trousers along with his boxers, also letting them drop to the floor. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t you have preferred a bed for this? At least for the first time.” He paused, contemplating what was about to happen.

“Yes, I’m very sure- Besides, we’re going to have more opportunities to do so.” You held his gaze through the mirror as you bent over the sink, removing your knickers at the same time. He could only apprehend the sight before him as the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, seeing you all needy and practically begging for him to ravage you.

Fuck it, he thought.

He reached forward to touch you down there once again, but stopped right by your soaked entrance, eliciting a whimper from you whilst you tried to buck your hips against his fingers. Aemond lowly chuckled at your enthusiastic response.

“Aemond, baby, please.” You pleaded, making his cock twitch at the sound of your voice.

Aemond eagerly complied as he positioned himself at your entrance before he pushed himself into you, drawing out an incoherent mewl from you at the sudden sensation.

“Keep your eyes on me, love.” He coaxed as he angled his hips as he continued to thrust his length into you, ravelling in the sweet sounds you made. “That’s it.”

Your attempt to keep eye contact through the mirror was growing more precarious as he picked up the speed. Aemond’s cock was hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and it took all of your might to not to scream. You were probably making a bunch of noise already and had no wish of getting caught.

Using your one hand to stabilise yourself against the sink as he ground himself deeper into you- you reach down to your clit, applying pressure and rubbing circles around it, introducing your body to an even higher level of pleasure.

“I’m c-close. S-so close-” You moaned, his hands gripping your hips harder.

“Come for me. Gods- Fuck.” Aemond groaned, absolutely blissed out. “Yes- come for me, love.”

Your walls fluttered around him as you reached your climax, letting out a strangled cry in pure bliss. It felt like you could catch fire at the sheer intensity of it, your hand finding his and gripping it so tightly that you barely knew where you ended and he began. 

His own orgasm followed soon after, the sight of you coming undone before him being his undoing, leaving both of you a panting mess.

Your legs were still slightly wobbly as you ungracefully picked up the discarded dress off the floor, making you and Aemond giggle. You both helped each other get dressed and gathered yourselves before pushing Aemond against the wall, ambushing him with a passionate kiss.

“Shall we?” He asked, offering you his arm and opening the bathroom door.

You linked arms with him and offered him a quick peck on the cheek, before descending down the stairs and joining the party once more. “We shall.” 

What you failed to see in the other corner of the hallway was Aegon, Helaena, and Jace whom Aemond had turned around to give them a pointed glare, letting them know that they had been caught. They had followed you upstairs to eavesdrop on your conversation. The latter two looked positively aghast at what they had just heard.

“HA! I fucking knew it!” Aegon rejoiced as Helaena grimaced and downed the drink she held in her hand, wishing she could scrub her ears clean.

“How are you not fazed by hearing them have sex?” Jace asked, shocked.

“Well, my sweet virginal Jacaerys.” Aegon clapped his cheek lightly. ”Sex is a very natural thing and there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Jace scowled and swatted his hand away, muttering pathetically about having had sex before.

“I think he meant that we just heard our brother doing it, idiot.” Helaena pinched her nose. “I guess that’s what we get for being nosey little bitches.”

“Well it’s not like they were being quiet.” Aegon snickered. “They’re lucky no one came up here during that.”

“We did!” Helaena exclaimed.

“Look at the bright side sister, you were right!” 

“Yes, but at what cost?” She murmured.

“I thought they were just going to talk.” Jace admitted.

Aegon rolled his eyes. “They went to a more secluded place for privacy and locked the doors behind them. Be for real, cousin.”

“W-wait. We were all correct. What now?” Jace asked.

A couple of days later, Aemond had decided to surprise you with a road trip. You lean back in the passenger seat, enjoying the scenic route Aemond had taken.

“So, where are we going?” You ask as you scrolled through your phone, looking for the perfect playlist to listen to during the trip.

Aemond smirked, recalling the conversation he had with his siblings and cousin. “I-uh, called in a favour from Jace so he’s letting us stay at his parents’ beach house for a week.”

“That’s awfully kind of him.” You mused. “Although, what’s wrong with your car that you had to pick me up in this?” you grimaced. At least the car’s interior was a standard black that you could momentarily forget how obnoxiously gold it was on the outside.

“Aegon never lets anyone else touch this car, you know. I simply couldn’t resist the offer when he asked.” Aemond shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, gauging if it was worth asking if they had been up to something, but opted not to as you two enjoyed a leisurely drive on Sunfyre towards Dragonstone.

When Pride Married Prejudice part two

[ part one ]

[ series masterlist ]

prompt: moments at the beginning of your marriage.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 8.6k+

warnings: cursing, nothing but filler and fluff, marriage smut, stop giving author internet access cause literally what is this ? not edited.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

Your wedding was something small by other royal comparison, but neither you nor Aemond seemed to mind; he was the one who wanted it much smaller, but the King was feeling festive. So, the whole of the court was invited - minus your family, which felt glaringly obvious.

You married in the Sept and hosted a banquet in the Red Keep's Great Hall. The King hummed along with the music, tapping his fingers in rhythm, before exhaustion set in and he was being escorted back to his rooms. The Queen departed soon after, and your new husband lead you away rapidly right after that. Behind you, there were a few inappropriate comments hurled your way; but Aemond was quick to shield you from them.

He moved his body as if to physically protect you from their vile words, an arm protectively around your waist to guide you forward; your first sign of his deep-running loyalty.

When you got to your new shared chambers, you found the room in disarray - gasping your shock and wondering if someone had ransacked his room. "Were you robbed?" You had asked.

"No," his cheeks flared, "I was trying to move things around, make room for you, but I realized I did not know what you would arrive with, so, it has come to... This..."

"So, what I'm hearing is that your room needs organized, huh?"

He smirked at you, "I'll order us some wine, but yes, if you'd like," he gestured you forward.

That perhaps was your second sign of his unwavering support of you.

The third was when, during your room-rearrangements, he promised to not share your bed, "unless you ask me to."

His hands also idly toyed with your own, the two of you facing one another; his fingertips tracing down the scar on the palm of your hand. He was quiet as he did, but you weren't bothered - he was usually always quiet.

Anyways, your marriage wasn't consummated that night, but you got to know Aemond on a much deeper level after proposing a drinking game where you each told three statements - two that were truthful, and one that was a lie. It made you both snicker gently and lounge on the bed together after the room was put in relative order.

He did not share your bed, as promised, for a full week after your wedding; but he spent time with you after his training sessions in the courtyard. Apparently, his mother thought it important you and he bond, so, Aemond was excused from afternoon lessons in favor of spending time with you. You both liked to stroll through the gardens, sometimes with a book shared between you both; other times, with an escort through the city streets.

But only eight days after your wedding, there was a rapid knock at your chamber door, and just as you rose from your vanity to answer it, your husband was entering. He swung around to shut the door and lean on it for a moment, making you smirk. "Well, hello there. Nice fo you to pop in, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry for the intrusion, my Lady," he sighed, shaking his head, "but Aegon was being his usual self and I needed to get away - then apparently he followed me and I didn't need him seeing me waiting..."

You nodded, "You know, you're allowed to stay here, too. I would not put you out."

"I do not wish to crowd you."

Your shoulders shrugged, "I think I'd like it, actually."

"Oh?" He breathed.

"Sure," You nodded in agreement. "I mean, we should get used to one another, should we not? I do not wish to put you out."

"Lady - "

"Please, stay?" You pouted dramatically. "C'mon, maybe I'll let you do my hair, huh?"

He chuckled and pushed off the door, glancing at the hand you outstretched. Aemond slowly reached for it, taking a moment to breathe before speaking softly, "I did not mean to interrupt you."

"You're not," You assured softly. "I was getting ready for bed, but between you and me, I'm kinda into this book right now."

"So, you're not tired?" He smirked slowly.

"I'm almost afraid to answer that," you eyed him up and down. "Why?"

"Perhaps you'd like to get dressed? We can sneak out," he sighed some. "Think I could use some air, thought perhaps a walk around the city would do us both some good?"

Your grin slowly stretched as you considered his offer. "All right, yeah. But we go in disguise."

"You think we'd walk around, bare?"

You shrugged and moved for the wardrobe. "I only mean to show you some places and it wouldn't be exactly proper if word reached the palace of our misdoings."

"I thought I was sneaking you out?"

"You are," You assured with a grin, "but perhaps I'll show you a thing or two while we're out."

"All right," he sighed, nodding softly and wiping his palms on his pants nervously. "Whatever gets us out of here."

"What did your brother say that upset you?" You asked, eyeing him slightly before moving for the changing screen. "C'moooon, I know you wanna tell me. I can see it on the tip of your tongue."

He chuckled some, "He's just tiresome."

"Noooo, really?" You mocked gently as you changed from your nightdress into something plain.

"We were at dinner..."

"Mhm."

"And he had choice comments about something that doesn't pertain to him in the slightest."

"Might I ask what that was, husband?"

There was silence as you laced the trousers on. "Our marriage," Aemond finally admitted.

"Hmm," you considered, situating the tunic. "And what was said? What were these choice comments?"

Aemond sighed heatedly, "Something - I don't even know. It was about how you won't let me near you, how this marriage is like all others and it's a farce, telling me to get used to you being absent - and that my one obligation is to put a babe in your belly, but it was the way in which he spoke that drove me up the fucking wall."

"Mhm."

"As if he even gets an opinion on this..." Aemond ranted as you stepped out from the screen, moving for the vanity again to wrap your hair up in a tangle of scarves. "As if his own marriage isn't some sham!"

"Is it?" You wondered gently.

"They were betrothed as children, Helaena's never known different but Aegon does as he pleases - no matter his marital status."

"So, your older brother doesn't respect you," you sighed gently, still fixing your hair to hide it. "But you know what's different now?"

"Hmm?"

"You've a wife who does," you turned to smirk at him, hands dropping to slap your thighs gently, "and Aegon can be jealous all he wants. It's not gonna be a concern of ours, we don't live the same truths."

He paused for a moment, nodding, "You're right..."

"But when you're feeling stressed," you offered your hand again with a grin, "your wife is here to sneak out with you for a bit of fun."

He chuckled and took your hand with his, "We'll need to stop at my room."

"Kinda hate that, but okay," you mused gently, letting him lead you from what was supposed to be your shared quarters. However, just as you were about to pass into his room, Amira rounded the distant corner, and your husband called for her.

"Could I ask for a discreet favor?" He asked, opening his door to lead you both inside.

"What is it, my Prince?" Amira asked, looking you up and down. "Oh, no, you're sneaking out, aren't you?"

You only shrugged with a broad smirk, making her sigh as your husband found his cloak. "Might you bring my things to our room?" He asked your hand maiden.

"Oh," she blinked, nodding, "yes, of course, my Prince. Um...?"

You smirked at her, "I didn't realize the lengths my husband went to to ensure my comfort, so, I've invited him back to our rooms."

"Oh, that is good to hear," she breathed, patting your shoulder. "All right, yes, I'll move your things, my Prince. Might I ask the reason for discretion?"

"Aegon's a dick," you shrugged, making Aemond say your name in reprimand. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Well, no - "

"So, that's the reason," you told Mira, "and we'd appreciate Aegon, you know, not knowing about this, so discretion is paramount."

"I gotcha," she winked, nodding with assurance. "I got this... Yeah, I got this... This is nothing..."

"Mira?"

"Hmm?"

"You got this?" You checked, Aemond tucking his hair beneath his hood.

"Oh, yeah, for sure," she sighed, waving you off. "Just be careful tonight, please. The city's changed, Princess, lots of crime has gone up in rate. Stay close to your Lord husband."

You chuckled, "Maybe I'll save his arse, you never know."

"You'll probably start a fight and he'll have to rescue you," she laughed you off. Aemond offered his hand silently, leading you to a hidden passage at the back of the room.

It was easy enough to sneak through the back passages of the Red Keep, and you quickly realized that this must've been common enough for Aemond - given how well he knew his way around. When you broke free of the Keep, you breathed deeply.

"All right?" Aemond checked, tightening his hand in yours.

"Mhm," you assured, needing to jog slightly to keep up with his long legs and quick pace. "Where to first, Princey?"

He chuckled dryly, leading you down around a few turns. "Perhaps a drink?"

"Hmm," you considered, peaking around alleyways.

"No?"

"I didn't say that," you chuckled. "But could we go this way?" You pointed.

"Why?"

"There's a few fun vendors this way," you smirked, leading him away. For the remainder of the night, you and Aemond crept around King's Landing - hopping around taverns, and you're pretty sure you didn't stop smiling once since leaving the Keep.

Aemond seemed different, too.

He was quiet, still. But he was relaxed, kept a hand on you at nearly all times. He chuckled when something was funny, smirked when someone made a fool of themselves, but mostly, he sat beside you all night. His legs straddled the benches to keep you close to his body, and you'd feel his idle touch as time passed.

Touches to your hand, waist, ribs, back, shoulders, and once even, he smoothed his hand over the back of your head in an affectionate gesture when you had made a particularly funny joke.

It was as if your warm touch reassured him.

So you did not mind, and in fact, found you reveled in it. It was your first real indication that his love language was primarily physical touch and while words did not come easy, his touch lingered.

And when you snuck back into the Keep, the ale you both consumed made your steps clumsy and for you both to snicker as you tried to shush each other. When you fell into your room together, you noticed Amira had, indeed, packed the Prince's things and moved them into your rooms.

It became a comfort that for each night the following five days, Aemond would read aloud from your book as you organized his belongings and clothes around the room. He liked pausing to consider the passage read, making the both of you bicker gently - even if he didn't have a varying opinion, he liked pushing you to see how far you'd go to make a point. You caught onto his game and didn't find it as annoying as when Jace or Luke did it.

Then came your first 'family' dinner that you'd attend at Aemond's side. He paced nervously by the window, watching the sun sink, and you perused your wardrobes for something to change into.

"You're nervous," you mentioned softly, laying a gown out to the bed.

"A bit," Aemond agreed.

"Is there reason, husband?"

He sighed, turning from the window with hands behind his back. "Father's not doing well..."

You nodded slowly, "He's been on a decline for quite some time now."

"And now it's enough for Mother to call for weekly family meals," he sighed, wiping a hand down his mouth.

"'S all right," you assured, "might be kinda nice."

"Nothing's really nice with Aegon around," he frowned, shaking his head to send some strands of gloriously long hair around his shoulders.

"Still mad about what he said?"

Aemond sighed, shrugging some. "In truth, I am unsure what I feel."

You nodded slowly, "That's alright. Family's a confusing matter."

"It is," he eyed what you had laid out for him.

"Yet, I must ask for your forgiveness," you smiled at him, stepping closer as he slowly turned to lower himself onto the bed. He reached for you, taking your hands to pull you between his wide-set legs.

"For what, my wife? I have not been wronged," he sighed, fiddling with your fingers.

"I have let you endure this alone the past two weeks," you spoke gently, slowly raising your hands to pet over his silver locks. "That's not what a wife does, hmm?"

He let his own hands raise to gently wrap around either of your wrists. His eye examined the one as his fingers caressed your skin, leaning in to gently press a kiss to the appendage. "It is of no trouble," he told you, "because you're here now, yes?"

You smiled at him, "Yes, I am here now. The support of a wife, something your brother does not know - should you need to use that to your defense."

He chuckled and tugged you so your hands went to his neck and his own settled heavily on your waist. "Something tells me with you there, wife, I will have little reason to defend myself."

You chuckled at him, giving his cheeks a quick squeeze, "Yes, yes, you get a wife and personal attack dog - aren't you lucky?"

"Terribly," he smirked, leaning forward slightly to rest his forehead against your stomach. He groaned, "Must we go?"

You chuckled and let your arms wrap around him in a hug, folding slightly to peck the top of his head. "Yes, we must. C'mon, it will not be for long."

He sighed, "Might I use you as an excuse?"

"Depends on the excuse used," you teased gently.

"Hm... What if I cited newlywed duties?" He picked himself up to stare up at you with a growing smirk.

"I think I'd kill over from embarrassment," you gasped, nudging his shoulder; making him grin at you. You found, each day, he loosened up - but always tensed up when others were around. When it was just you two, my Gods, he was entirely different; making you feel grateful that you could see him as such.

He sighed and let his hands settle back on your waist, "All right, maybe not. But, perhaps, I could say it to Aegon? Yes?"

You chuckled, hands caressing his jaw to force his eye to your own. "All right, yes, but do not let your Mother hear - please. Or Father. He's still my Grandsire and while I know he knows what happens in a marriage, he does not need be reminded."

"All right, deal," he agreed, sighing again.

"It will not be so bad, come now, we should change," you chuckled, gently pulling away from him. His hands fell from your body, and you instantly missed the warmth.

Though, after changing behind the screen, his hand was back in yours to lead you from the room. You swung your conjoined hands gently, smiling at him when he offered you a curious look. He ended up cracking a smile, unable to help it, but quickly sobered up when you arrived at the private dining room.

It was mostly just an outside terrace with a long table, but it made do for tonight's gathering. And with the fortunate weather, you were almost excited for the meal, if only for the location.

Aemond lead you both in stoically, and surprisingly, you were the last to arrived. Even Viserys beamed, teasing, "Well, this is a surprise."

"Apologies, Your Grace," you offered instantly. "We did not realize the time."

"No, no, no need, I was once newly married," he chuckled, waving you offer as both you and Aemond froze momentarily. You were quick to laugh at the King's joke, and with your hand to Aemond's arm, discreetly directed him towards the only two chairs left at the head of the table. Apparently, it became Aemond's common seating arrangement after the loss of his eye, but you didn't mind much.

Otto was in attendance, and Heleana greeted you happily; all but jumping from her seat when you neared her. You kissed her cheek in greeting, giving her a loving squeeze.

Aegon looked mildly annoyed but hid it behind his cups of wine, slouched in his seat; and making you ponder what seed he came from, since surely, it was not Royalty.

"Here," Aemond muttered to you, dishing something onto your plate. "You've gotta try this."

"It looks strange."

"Just a taste," he nodded, smirking at you. You sighed, eyeing the food with disinterest. "Come now, you mean to say you do not trust me?"

"Well, that's a loaded question."

He chuckled, "Let this be a test, then. Go on, just a taste. For me?"

"Well, way to guilt me," you teased him, nudging his arm before taking a taste from your fork. You pondered the feeling on your tongue, manicured hand over your lips as you chewed and considered the flavors. "It is... Strange."

"Is it?" Aemond smirked.

"I do not think I dislike it," you nodded at him, "though, I am unsure if I like it, either. Hang on," you moved for another bite, and before long, you'd finished the bit he'd spooned to your plate. "What was that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "You told me on our wedding night you fancied those mangoes from Pentos, did you not?"

"I did," you nodded, narrowing your eyes at him at you glanced at the dish. "Do not tell me..."

"Apparently, stewed mangoes is popular over there," he shrugged a bit, glancing up to his family to ensure they were all still in their own conversation. They were.

"Would you do me a favor then?"

"Hmm?"

"Bit more?" You smirked, nudging your plate once. He chuckled and reached for the dish, dolloping another spoonful before you scooped a bit of rice to your plate and mixed them together.

"How's that?" He wondered in genuine curiosity when you tasted the new dish.

"You know what?" He nodded at you. "I don't hate it. Here, try it."

He nodded slowly and took up his own fork to try a bit, making your head cock in wonder as you waited for his opinion. "'S not terrible," he agreed with you, chuckling dryly before reaching for his goblet.

"So," Viserys boomed down the table, making you jump slightly. "How is married life treating you both?"

You smiled at the King, "You've raised your son well, Your Grace." Your eyes cut to Alicent, knowing she was who truly raised the children. "Married life is... Going well," you glanced at Aemond.

"Like a built-in companion," he mused to the table, taking a sip as Viserys chuckled.

"It is good to know you are getting along," he granted. "Surely, we'll see your face more often, Princess?"

"Of course, Your Grace," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, smiling lightly.

"Unless my brother actually manages to get it up," Aegon snickered into his, oh, maybe, third cup in an hour? "Then, we'll never see you, will we, sister?"

"I'd mind my tongue, Aegon," you mused, taking another small bite of your meal. "Might start to sound jealous. Though, we know your brother has the injury and one less eye, you've always been jealous of him, heaven't you?"

"Aegon," Alicent warned when his face heated in anger.

Aemond chuckled a bit and let his hand drift to hang off the arm rest. You silently reached for his hand, finding relief when it fell naturally to your lap - turning over for you to hold. The other hand rose his goblet again.

"Do you think you'd like to take lunch sometime this week?" Heleana asked you, leaning over. "I've some questions of my own," her voice lowered to explain.

"Sure," you agreed easily, nodding at her with a smile.

Aegon rolled his eyes, "Oh, what questions could she answer? She's been married all of two weeks."

"I wouldn't take that tone, brother," Aemond warned.

"Boys," their Mother snapped. "Not now."

"Not ever, hopefully," You offered a sweet smile with your words.

"I'm not quite sure how it was done in your Strong Family," Aegon sneered, sitting up in his chair, "but here, we - "

"If your only means is to insult a silly rumor pertaining to my family, then, I'm afraid you might want to silence yourself," you chuckled, staring your uncle down with anger burning your gut. "You are only making my point for me."

"Please," Alicent asked of the whole table, "can we not get along for a single meal?"

Your hand tightened in Aemond's, asking him, "Surely, this is not common?"

"What, sweetheart?"

You paused at the use of the nickname, finding you enjoyed it more than you should - before finding your voice again, "Your brother thinking it is appropriate to speak in such a manner?"

He smirked at your tactic to publicly embarrass his brother, nodding at you, "You will grow used to it, sweetheart, I promise."

"Hmm," you mused, leaning into his arm more as his hand released yours in favor of holding your inner thigh instead.

"So," Otto cleared his throat, "how're you finding the city, Princess?"

"Very well, yes, thank you," you assured with a nod of your head. "Aemond and I might've gone out almost everyday this past week."

"The weather held," he shrugged a bit, cheeks heating at the knowledge that his family knew he was soft on you. It was obvious, if the time together was any indication.

"It was nice," you assured, one hand holding his forearm and giving a squeeze. "I'll have to take you sailing some time."

"You know how?" Otto asked in surprise.

"Yes, my father and his father took me out," you smiled softly. "Taught me how to fish, too, if you'd believe it. Never thought I'd live long enough to watch Corlys Velaryon fish for his own meal. But I must admit, it was incredibly satisfying. Father and I caught this sort of tuna," you told Otto - who was staring at you with the slightest amount of pity, "it must've weighed some 80 pounds." You chuckled at the memory, sniffling lightly, "Father and I nearly fell in trying to wrangle that bad boy from the waters."

It was quiet for a moment before Aemond cleared his throat, lowering his voice, "We did not yet find the time to extend our condolences for your father, my wife. And how sorry we all are for your loss."

"Mother got your letter," you nodded softly. "But thank you for verbalizing it."

With a returning nod, your husband tried to focus on his meal; but before you could, his sister was starting a new conversation. He was quiet most of the remaining meal, just content to listen; and any time Aegon got lippy, even Alicent started to sit back - because your wit outmatched all of their own. You easily fended the boy off.

Heleana simply adored you, and let that be known.

Viserys was oozing pride, as if taking personal responsibility in the match made between you.

Alicent smiled and actually asked a few questions to better know you.

Otto was just as ever - kindly, old, and soft spoken. He also knew some really good riddles that you liked to try and work out - his grandchildren giving up on most of them. Imagine your surprise when you asked, "Is it a mountain?"

And Otto beamed, "Yes! Dear girl, yes! I've been telling that riddle for months and none has solved it!"

It was an overall nice dinner, but truly, by the end, you were exhausted from keeping appearances. There were a few times you wanted to snap at your brother-by-law, but held your tongue; doing little to hide the irritation in your tone when you shut him down.

When Viserys was taken away for bed, Otto escorted Alicent away, and to your surprise, Aemond ushered you to your feet, "C'mon, come with me."

You let him pull you by your hand, jogging again to keep up with his long strides. When you were out of the dining room, you looked around and wondered, "Why're we in a rush to get to bed?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "Got something on my mind."

"Wanna share?"

"In our rooms," he nodded, glancing at you only as he kept his quick pace - ignoring your whine of annoyance. The moment the doors opened, he pulled you in and shut them after you - pushing your body against the wood as his nose pressed into your neck.

"Aemond," you gasped in shock, holding onto his shoulders; not pushing him away.

"I-I wanted to let you come to me," he rushed, hands bruising your hips. "Yet I do not think I can wait longer."

"What changed?" You smirked, petting over his cheeks as he nuzzled your neck. You wanted to feel his mouth, but he did not dare yet - showing an ounce of restraint.

"Dinner," he sighed, sounding as if he was straining. "Watching you with them all, Gods... I know I am not who you wanted, but I think I need to start giving thanks for having a wife who can keep up."

"That got you going, did it?" You smirked against the shell of his ear; hands petting down his neck. His hands tightened and your hips rose up the wall to let his growing bulge press into you. Your breathing stuttered as his head lifted to leer over yours, your fingertip ghosting over his bottom lip.

"In truth, it's been hard to give you space," he breathed, "but yes, my wife, seeing you with my family was enough for me. You showed no fear in talking to the King and Queen..."

"Hmm?"

His lips pulled in a smirk, hands moving up to hold the base of your ribs. "It was impressive," he whispered, "and listening to you put Aegon in his place? Lady wife," he chuckled, slowly letting a leg raise to press between your thighs, "that did something to me I cannot explain nor control."

"Power turns you on, does it?" You chuckled.

"Only a bit," he nodded, "now," his thigh pressed more securely, "might I kiss you, Lady wife? Or might you haunt me further?"

You chuckled, but he clocked your nod before surging forward to connect your lips in a searing kiss. You let out a shrill whine when his hands drove you down onto him, his bulge more prominent.

"Aemond."

"Tell me, sweet girl," he spoke in your ear, letting his tongue flatten against skin that made you moan, "what it is you want."

But worry knotted your stomach.

"Wait, wait," you pulled back as much as you could, but pushed his shoulders some; making him pull away.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just," you sighed, head thumping back to the door in exasperation. You sighed through your nose.

"You can tell me," he nodded, lowering his leg to give you room to breath. His thumbs started to swirl comforting circles around your hip bones. "You want me to trust you, but it goes both ways, pretty girl. Speak your mind."

"Well, for one, in truth, I think I prefer being called pet names rather than the name my mother gave me," you chuckled some, hands drifting down his chest.

"Noted," he nodded, leaning in to rest his forehead on your own. "Come - tell me what bothers you."

"I've not done this," you whispered. "I worry it will not be satisfying."

"With the way I've been ramped up the past two weeks, there is little you can do to dissatisfy me," he chuckled. "Though, might I tell you a secret?"

"Mhm."

"Think you got me started the day you saved my life," he whispered, "and I never even thanked you for it."

"We share blood, Aemond, I would not have walked away. You needed help, and I knew how to give it."

"Thank you," he nodded, sighing. "I never got to thank you for what you did, but I am grateful."

"'Twas a dramatic night, there was little room for anything else."

He hummed before telling you, "Look, you do not need to worry, this is another learning experience for us to endure together."

"Oh, you must 'endure' laying with me?" You whined, heat flaring up your chest and neck.

"I did not mean that," he relented softly. "Only that I am no expert, either, but this is something between us - something we will learn to do together. As husband and wife."

You sighed, nodding, "Just be patient."

"I know it does not mean much now," he let his lips peck over yours, "but this is between us, sweet girl. You can do no wrong with me."

You sighed, "You say that, yet..."

"Yet?"

"I do not know of a single marriage where either, nor both, were ever happy. I fear that this could be a partnership, but not much else. I understand you've an obligation to sire children, but I am only nervous - "

"You do not need to be," he sighed softly. "It's just me."

You nodded, brows crinkling gently. "It's just you..."

"Your husband."

You nodded, "My blood."

"I am not here to wrong you, nor harm you," he promised. "And while I agree, I do not know of a marriage myself that has been... Happy... I do know that marriages are between spouses, and we get to not just make our own rules, but play by them, as well."

You sighed gently. "How you've been without a Lady all this time is beyond me. You might be the sweetest man I know, and my father was Laenor Velaryon."

He smirked against your lips, letting you gently pull his cheeks to kiss him to time. "None ever bothered to try and know me," he whispered. "You are different, pet, and you always have been."

"You are different with me," you noted, nose rubbing up his. "Why is that?"

He sighed, "You... Provide me with a sense of safety, I think. It is difficult to explain - "

"'S not," you smiled at him, "because I understand perfectly well. I fear I might feel much of the same, as well."

"Hmm," he considered, "that is good. I would hope my wife feels safe with me."

"I do," you nodded in assurance. "That if you'd like to move for the bed, I would not disagree..."

"Are you sure?" He asked, frowning.

"If you're willing to take this slow?"

He chuckled, "As slow as I can bare."

You laughed against his lips, leaning in to trap him in another kiss. "I have to admit..." You pulled back to peck his lips, "You're mildly addicting to kiss."

He grinned, licking over your lips slowly. "Might find more than my kisses addicting,"

"Oh?" You laughed, holding onto his neck tightly as his own arms snaked around your waist to hold you against him. He sighed, nuzzling into your neck as a hand pet down the back of your head before settling around you. "All right?" You whispered.

"Mhm," he hummed, "just appreciating the feel."

You smiled against his temple, laying a kiss there as the mood in the room shifted; and his hands bore the weight of the world. "Aemond?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you show me all of you?"

You felt him pause against you, but his sigh was sad, "Not tonight."

"But would you?"

He nodded as he pulled back; leaving your cheeks brushing against one another. "One day," he sighed, making your heart plummet in sadness. The abuse the boy endured was more than you were willing to admit, but you'd try to understand it best you could and offer him comfort. "For now, let me see you," he whispered in your ear, the fire crackling behind you both as the room flickered and glowed in the light. You did not protest when his hands rose to undo the laces at your back; pulling apart to loosen your gown.

You feared he would not like what he found, but your resolve was crumbling as his mouth opened against your neck. You moaned faintly as his hands easily yanked behind you, freeing more of your flesh for him to grab at.

He pulled back first but you could not meet his eye. His fingers tipped your chin up to let your eyes meet, breathing one breath as his lilac gaze raked you in.

"You're absolutely stunning," he whispered, holding your gaze, and making you feel like he was staring through you. But his eye did not drop from your own as his hands pulled at your dress, freeing your shoulders and upper body.

Your lungs shuddered in nerves as you helped pull the garment down, freeing your breasts, and then down to your hips. His hands moved, his eye did not; only bowing to his knees to hug your waist, looking to the floor, and pulling the clothing from your hips.

Your hands shot back to hold your position against the wall; keeping balance as Aemond freed your legs of shoes, stockings, then your hips of any under garment. But he kept his gaze on the ground as he rose, letting your hands mimic his from earlier, and tip his chin so his eyes met your own.

"See me," you requested in a breath; holding it then as his eye soaked in all you were.

"Gods," he breathed, taking half a step back to get the full image. When his eye met yours, it was almost as if he could not stop the words from flooding out, "You're breathtaking."

"We are married, you do not need to compliment me," you teased gently, leaning back to the wall. "Do you need a moment?"

"I might," he mused. "You're incredible... And you're truly mine?"

"That's what the law now says," you teased. "You know, standing here, naked, 's bit cold."

"You don't say?" He chuckled, reaching a hand out to sweep his thumb over your pebbled nipple. But that was it - that was all he did. "Come, lay on the bed, pet."

He turned from you to give you space, bare feet muted over the bare stone as you moved on the balls of your feet. Look - standing in the nude was one thing, but sitting in the nude? That was something entirely, and you reached for a pillow to hold against yourself the moment you reached the mattress - and climbed upon it.

Aemond turned from the window to look you over, then started to undo his jerkin. "You've never been with a man?"

"Never even kissed one till we got married," you admitted.

"So... You're all mine, is it?"

"Seems so," you chuckled. "Though, I am afraid to ask in return."

His head cocked, wincing, "Lost my virginity at ten and three."

"Truly? To whom?"

He freed his upper half of the leather jerkin, revealing a thin tunic. "A whore, no less."

You hummed in thought, watching him undress without abash. "That was it?"

"If you'd believe it," he pulled the tunic off his torso.

"And how is it you've come by scars when there is no war?" You asked, letting the pillow fall to the side in favor for drawing a single leg up and into your chest.

"Same way I came to lose an eye, pet," he sighed, now avoiding your gaze. "Though accidents - no matter how unfortunate."

Your heart weighed to your feet, slowly finding them as your fingers nervously twisted together. He was distracting himself with pouring a goblet of wine, but stiffly turned when your hands deftly asked him to. They smoothed over rigid, pink-going-on-white scars, asking, "Where did this one come from?"

He glanced at your hand on his upper arm. "That was a lancing accident gone wrong."

"Hmm," you nodded. "And this?"

Your fingertips pressed to his pectoral. "Swordplay with Aegon... Gone wrong."

You smirked, "And this one?"

He breathed uneasily as your hand pushed at the scar on his lower belly. "Hmm... That was from a spoiled organ."

"Come again?"

He smirked as your hands rimmed the hem of his pants. "When I was, possibly, oh, maybe ten and five? There is a little organ that, if ruptured, can ooze toxic waste back into the body. Maesters were quick to remove it."

"How interesting," you spoke softly, watching his throat bob as he took a drink. "And this one?" Your lips asked, nearing his ear.

"Which?" But he flinched with a laugh when you bit his neck. It wasn't hard enough to break skin, but against his pale skin, it was enough to leave a small red mark. "Oh, you devil of a woman," he chuckled, letting an arm wrap around your bare waist.

"Apologies, dear husband," you smirked, reaching your arms around his neck to allow your breasts to press into his chest without barrier.

"Perhaps I can be persuaded into forgiving you," he hushed against your lips, licking over them before trapping you in a kiss so searing, it pulled a moan from your throat.

"Just ask it of me," you whispered to him, daringly letting your hands drift when he pulled you in for another kiss; fondling his growing length over his trousers.

He hissed lightly into your mouth, muttering, "Perhaps this will be new for us both, after all... Gods."

You smirked against his mouth, feeling emboldened to now sweep your tongue over his lips and into his mouth; hand solidifying around his neck to keep tight. He blindly set his wine to the table beside him to then press both hands into your warming flesh under your rib cage. His hands pushed, and you were lead back towards the bed; where you were sat on the edge for your husband to gaze down at. His hand cupped your jaw, gently caressing your cheek; yanking the laces of his trousers at the same time.

"Let me," you whispered, mostly curious - reaching for his breeches, and keeping eye contact as you unlaced him.

You fist the material by his hips and yanked down, still staring up at him - even when his cock sprang free to gently bob in your face.

"Fuck," he seethed, reaching to pull your hair back. "Might I teach you something first?" When you nodded, he almost grunted, "You can use your mouth."

Your brows furrowed, "On your cock?"

Aemond let himself chuckle, "Yes, sweet girl. But not your teeth..."

"I think I could've figured that one out, Aemond, Gods!" He laughed with you, but sharply inhaled when your hand reached for his thick member; giving a few curious strokes. "I can ask you something?"

"With my cock in your hand, you can ask me anything," he breathed in tune to your pumping hand, twisting wrist. "What is it, pretty girl?"

Your breath fanned across his public hair, head tilted to gaze up at him and wonder, "It... Will fit?"

He snickered, "Yes, sweet girl."

You nodded, "And are they all... This size... A-And girth?"

"Perhaps not, but I'm not running around, whipping my cock out to compare it to others,"

"Pity," you pouted at him, seeing his teeth flash in amusement, and lean in to take a tentative lick. His hand tightened in your hair and you understood what he meant; slowly, surely, and very sloppily, figuring it out. What your mouth didn't fit, your hand twisted around; and Aemond's knees were slowly buckling.

"Slowly, slowly," he whispered to you, thumb sweeping a tear from your cheek when you tried to take more of him. "That's my girl, good fucking girl," you preened at his praise. "Easy, don't over do it - that's it, good girl. Use you spit - fucking Gods, that's right - there - wait, wait, less teeth, sweet girl - slow yourself."

You listened to him as you went, feeling sweat start to slowly streak down your skin as heat sweltered in the room; skin at the base of his cock turning salty from his own exertion.

"All right," Aemond hissed, nodding to himself as he took hold of your cheeks and pulled his cock from your mouth; leaving a trail of saliva. "Seven fuckin' Hells, girl, I told you I'm not fucking anyone else, you're not in competition here."

You grinned up at him, rolling your eyes right after as you understood his teasing tone. "C'mere, please," you whispered up at him, hands curling around his neck to thread into his hair when he loomed over you. Your lips met in a frenzied mess again before one of his hands held his balance and the other pushed your knees apart.

"Easy," he whispered against you, tracing slow patterns up your inner thighs. "This is where trust comes in, sweet girl. I've got you."

"Yeah?" You nervously checked, nodding at him; hands holding onto him as if a lifeline.

He sighed softly, "I'll always have you, sweet girl. Today, and everyday."

You pet down his chest and tried to relax as his lips met yours again in a frantic mess of lips, tongues, and teeth. His fingers then were dusting up your crotch, and you all but flinched as a jolt of pleasuring electricity shot through your veins.

"Aemond," you breathed as one hand darted out to wrap around his bicep; fingers sweeping up and down your wetted heat. "Gods," you squeaked when he pushed to let his face rest against your neck; arms tight around his neck for anchoring, letting a finger sink deep into you. Your legs opened wider to accept him.

"Good girl," he growled, your hand feeling his arm flex as he started to pump his finger messily through your sopping folds. "So fucking wet for me, Gods. I heard rumor virgins were wetter, but fucking hell."

"Or perhaps it's just for you," you whispered in his ear, holding on tighter as a coil slowly tightened in your lower belly. Almost on instinct, your hips moved to hump into his hand.

"Hmm," Aemond considered, "say that again, but without the perhaps."

You chuckled, pausing for a moment before telling him in his ear, "'M just so fucking wet for you, and only you, my Prince."

"Gods," he groaned, pulling his hand free to straighten up. "On the pillows, love, go on." But you paused to beam obnoxiously at him. "What? What is it?"

"You called me 'love'."

He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss you happily. "Got issue with that, Lady wife?"

"You will not hear complaint from me, Lord husband," you assured.

"Good - back on the pillows, then." When you pulled yourself back over the bed, he was quick to follow overtop of you; pressing another kiss to your lips as he settled between your legs. "I will warn you, there might be some complaint the first few minutes."

"Oh," you nodded, "yes, I-I was warned of that. And it is common for there to be a bit of blood, too."

"Good to know," he smirked, pecking your lips. "You need only tell me if it's too painful, but it will be before the pleasure takes over. But if it's too much, just tell me."

You nodded and pet over his cheek, promising, "I will."

He smirked, "Spread your legs, pretty wife."

You both paused, shaking your heads at one another, and you deciding, "'Pretty girl' is a solid option, 'pretty wife' sounds strange to my ears."

"Strange on my tongue, too," he agreed. "Pretty girl, it is."

You hummed in agreement, bringing his lips to yours as he helped shift your hips slightly. Then, his cock's head was sweeping up and down your slick - like his fingers had - and just paused to linger at your entrance.

"Hold onto me," he whispered, slowly pushing in - and feeling you instantly freeze.

"Fuck's sake," you wheezed as he went.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"There's more!?"

Aemond was unable to fight off his laughter, leaning down to push his tongue into your mouth before pressing forward the rest of the way - pressing his hips to yours in full.

"Fucking hell," you whispered against him. "Oh, wow, okay, okay..."

"All right?"

"I don't know," you admitted. "Feels very strange."

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly. "Tell me when it's okay to move. This will be uncomfortable until you're acquainted, and then it'll feel better - I swear it."

You nodded, "Go ahead."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whispered, moaning when his tongue swept into your mouth again. "Holy shit - Gods be good," you whined when he began to retract his hips and push forward again; the friction created something mouthwatering.

"Fuck," Aemond panted, humping a little faster. "Ah, shit, you feel fucking divine, sweet girl. Fuckin' made for me."

You readjusted your hips again and let him work at a new angle. His mouth hung open for a few thrusts, eye fluttering close as your hands gripped anywhere they could reach. And with his motions, you started moving your own hips; fucking him back, to his approving groan. His mouth found purchase against your neck, biting, sucking, licking; humming into flesh as pleasure coursed.

"Aemond, fuck, fuck, fuck, harder," you pleaded, letting your knees reach your chest as his hands pushed the backs of your thighs in a new, bruising grip. His balls slapped against the apex of your cunt, creating something of a rhythm amongst the room that met the chorus of your moans, groans, and his grunts.

"Take it," he growled, hands sliding up to hold the back of your knees. His hips were relentless. "Oh, fuck, good girl - 's my good fuckin' girl. Feel so fuckin' good, taking all of me your first time," he smirked down at you, reaching a hand for your throat when he felt your walls tightening as his cockhead pounded into that soft, spongey spot.

You whined against the pressure on your throat - not enough to constrict but enough to feel all the way down into your toes.

"Gods," he groaned when your velveteen walls stroked him for all he was worth, "look at you, so fuckin' ready for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, reaching for his neck to yank him closer. "Please, please - "

"Tell your husband what you need, Princess," he smirked, dropping his lips to stick to yours - and pull apart messily.

You whined lowly in your throat, "Wanna cum."

"Where?"

Your hands shook as you held his cheeks in your grip, "Around you."

"That's my girl," he purred, moving himself at a renewed pace. "Where do you want me, pet?"

"In me," you didn't even realize you moaned that aloud until he groaned from deep in his chest; brows furrowed, and one hand holding himself up as the other dropped to your cunt. "Wait, wait, wait - "

"That's the feeling, my girl," he promised, fingering your pearl. "Chase it, let it come for you - let it come, good girl," he praised, catching your body when you arched into him and came with a soft cry.

"Ae-Aemond," you begged still, eager to please. His hands held your hips in place, face held to your neck; hips pumping relentlessly to chase his own end now. "Please - oh, fuck!"

He came with a shout of his own, hips swooping to thrust into yours once, twice, a third time, then grinding to a slow halt as his balls contracted to release his load in your warmth.

"Shit," he panted, body giving up some to collapse into your own. It pushed his cock further up, making your mouth open in shock; arms coiled around him to keep him against you.

"Yeah," you agreed, letting a hand smooth down his hair. His breath fanned across your collarbones, and readjusted your hold on him to press a kiss to his forehead. "All right?"

"Yeah, yeah, good," he chuckled, pecking his lips up your neck. "Are you all right?"

"Mhm," you nodded at him, noses brushing together before his lips met yours - again - slowly. "So, that's what we've been avoiding?"

He smirked, "Well, you've been avoiding, Lady, and I've been dreaming."

"How'd it match up in life?"

Your husband offered a soft smile, "'S like you're a dream come into my arms. If there is a heaven, I think I've found it."

"Oh, please - "

"No, truly, Lady," he nodded, letting his lips peck yours again. "Here, with you, I am at peace."

"Then make a bargain with me?"

"Cock's still in you, so, ask anything of me - 's yours."

You giggled lightly and rolled your eyes as he fixed himself up to his elbows to keep the pressure off your chest. "Spend some time alone with me in the next few days?"

"Lady - "

"No, I mean, let us take a period of time away from everything and just," you shrugged a bit.

"Hump?"

Your eyes rolled, "I was aiming for something a little more poetic, but sure, yes, yes, stay with me and fuck me properly."

"My Lady wife," he teased, "I did not think you so brash."

"You've not been paying attention," you teased. "Please?"

He chuckled through his nose, nodding as he shifted himself towards your side - huffing a bit when his cock pulled free of your warmth. "Whatever it is you want in this life, wife, I'll give to you," he decided as he crashed to the bed beside you, offering an open arm for you to curl against his chest.

"You sound smitten, Prince," you accused gently, nestling into your new home - at his side.

"Perhaps I am, Princess," he told you, eye taking in your entirety. "Perhaps you have me enraptured, and I am unwilling to leave your clutches."

You hummed and let your lips press to his, slowly increasing the tempo as your own libido felt newly heightened. How strange, the moment you lost your virginity, you suddenly crave the action of another warm body - or perhaps, you craved the body of your husband.

None the less, Aemond let loose the faintest of moans; hand coming up to hold the back of your head, mouths moving in sync.

When you pulled back, it was only just to mutter, "Perhaps the feeling is mutual."

"Good," he whispered, licking into your mouth again. He hummed and pressed one last hardened kiss to your mouth, then pulled back. "Give me time to nap and I will spend days worshipping you. Yes?"

"Deal," you agreed against his swollen lips, breathing stuttering when your teeth caught his bottom lip and pulled.

"Devil woman," he whispered, hand wrapping around your throat. "Behave."

"You're not making the point you think," you whispered.

"My girl likes my hand at her throat?"

"Only in this sort of position," you smirked, lips catching his own again to tangle together in a frenzied dance of passion and newly found, newly formed love.

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A bet between lovers [B.B]

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A/N: This starts out before Daphne and Simon are married, around the 2. episode.

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Words: 1.9k

Summary: You believe that Daphne and the duke will be engaged before the end of the season… your husband on the other hand does not - why not bet on it?

Warnings: Major fluff, dialogue heavy and allusions to sex but completely SFW, also this skips a bit back and forth in time.

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“May I just say that you look quite handsome this evening, Mr Bridgerton,” you spoke over the music with a smile, a cheeky glint in your eye at the tightening of the hand on your waist.

“Oh, how you flatter me, dear Mrs Bridgerton,” Benedict grinned, holding you closer to him than what was socially acceptable, yet not close enough to cause a scandal in front of the ton - not that Benedict really cared if he caused a scandal or not, that much you had learned.

In Benedict’s mind, it did not matter if everyone thought him indecent; he wanted everyone to know that somehow, with the help of some higher power - god perhaps - he had managed to convince you to love him as he loved you. He had never seen himself as the type to marry or settle down, but you… you were the only exception. Even if your mama initially planned for you to woo and be courted by Anthony - things turned out a little different.

Benedict swung you about the room, making you laugh at his ridiculous antics. He was proud to make you laugh, to be the one to provide you happiness, even if he was making himself look absolutely ridiculous on the dance floor with you in his arms.

Once the last note of the music was strung, your breathing was heavy, and you had to practically haul Benedict from the dance floor and keep him from pulling you in for yet another dance.

“A break, please, my love… I will hardly be able to stand tomorrow if we were to keep dancing,” you breathed, gladly accepting the champagne flute from Benedict as he swiftly snagged two glasses from the passing waiter.

Benedict hummed with a smirk forming on his lips, “Ah, my dear, I do not think walking will be an option for you either way, with what I’ve got planned for you,” he said lowly before lifting the champagne glass to his lips to conceal his grin.

You gasped audibly, smacking him lightly on his arm, hiding your face behind the glass as well to hide the rising heat that crept up your neck.

Benedict chuckled, presenting his arm for you to hold onto as you stood and observed the madness of one of the many extravagant balls of the season.

You watched in delight as the duke of Hastings danced with your dear sister-in-law, smiling at how fond they had seemed to grow of one another in this short period.

The smile on your face only grew as you looked at Benedict, who seemed to frown at the happenings - not because of the dancing… no… but because of the possibility of him losing a bet to you… one made only this morning.

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“The duke will propose within the next couple of weeks, I am sure of it… did you not see the way he looked at Daphne during last night's ball?” You had concluded, clinging to Benedict as you enjoyed the soft morning sun shining on you through the large windows in your shared bedroom.

The chuckle Benedict let out vibrated below you, his hand softly tracing odd shapes down your back.

You unburied your face from his neck, looking at his amused expression, “are you laughing at me?”

Benedict tried to cover up another laugh, grinning at your feigned shocked face, “of course not, my dear… I was only laughing at how you love to jape,” he said with a kiss to your forehead.

“It was not a jape, Benedict! I am being perfectly serious,” you said, poking at his chest.

“Well, in that case, I would have to disagree with you, my love,” he said, pulling you closer to him - if that was even possible - breathing in as you relaxed against him once more.

“And why is that? The duke is certainly the most perfect suitor for Daphne… he’s rich, of good standing … and handsome.”

“Handsome?”

“Oh hush, you would have to be blind to think otherwise,” you giggled, kissing his chest lightly as he chuckled.

“Alright, go on, but enough about Simon Basset’s handsomeness,” he grinned, pinching your waist.

“All I am saying is that it is a match too perfect to ignore.”

“That might be true, but I can promise you, the duke will not marry… he has said so himself,” Benedict argued.

“You and I both know that minds can be swayed… for the right person,” you spoke softly, moving up to kiss your husband’s cheek.

“That is true, my dearest one,” he whispered, connecting your lips in a slow kiss. Parting your lips with his tongue, he stroked your cheek gently, soaking up the sweet sounds of your almost silent whimpers.

You breathed heavily as your lips parted, your forehead rested against his, “as I was saying… Daphne is the right person to sway the duke's mind.”

“I don’t believe the duke's mind can ever be swayed, my love,” Benedict mused, pulling you entirely on top of him, holding onto your hips with gentle hands.

Many thoughts ran through your mind, your hands resting against Benedict’s bare chest, fingers scratching idly.

Finally, an idea popped into your head, making you smile giddily.

“What is going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Benedict grinned, grasping at your chin.

“I propose a bet…- I win if the duke and Daphne are engaged within the season,” you smiled proudly, “and if for some completely ludicrous reason that they are not, you shall win.”

“How ludicrous indeed,” Benedict smirked, squeezing your hips, “but I accept the bet… and what exactly are we playing for, my sweet girl?”

“I shall play for pride… but I suppose you are free to choose your own prize,” you grinned, leaning down to leave a soft kiss against his lips.

“In that case, I definitely accept the bet,” Benedict chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you tight against him.

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“Are you not having a good time, my love? You look quite troubled,” you said as earnestly as you possibly could, trying your hardest to cover your smug grin behind your glass.

“You, my dear wife, are a teasing minx if I ever met one,” Benedict spoke quietly, an amused grin twitching on his lips.

“Oh, I see… you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I am to win our little bet… I hate to say I told you so, but this is why you should always listen to your wife,” you sing-songed jokingly, squeezing his arm in your grasp.

Benedict only smiled, looking at you with true fondness in his eyes, shaking his head at your large grin that seemed to light up your face.

“I am sorry for teasing; you know I cannot help it,” you apologised with a smile, keeping your eyes locked with his as the sounds of the ton faded into the background.

“No need to apologise, darling…- and besides, the duke has not proposed yet,” Benedict winked teasingly.

You squinted your eyes at him, pursing your lips with a hum, “I suppose we just have to wait and see.”

Benedict mimicked your face but couldn’t hide his smile as he did, “yes, I suppose we do.”

Your staring competition quickly came to a halt as Anthony came scurrying over, “Benedict, go dance with your sister.”

Benedict’s eyes landed on his brother, frowning at him for interrupting your moment, “why shall I?”

“Go on! Might be good with a break from staring at your poor wife,” Anthony groaned, pushing at Benedict’s shoulder, causing him to let out an annoyed sigh.

“Very well,” he caved, placing his champagne flute on the windowsill behind him before turning to you and taking your free hand in his, “I shall be back before I can miss you too much,” he winked, kissing your glove covered hand.

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The many evenings passed with various balls ensuring you your win, until one day it seemed as if Daphne and the duke were a thing of the past.

Of course, Benedict would never gloat in the same way as you would, but he still carried a smug smile whenever Daphne danced with the Prince of Prussia instead of the duke.

You would only say, “the season isn’t over yet, my love,” with a knowing smile, trying to pretend that you weren’t absolutely terrified that your intuition was wrong and you should end up losing.

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The sun slowly rose above the fog, slowly casting light on the grey morning.

You sat, in bed, staring out of the large window as you waited for Benedict’s return. You weren’t exactly nervous that anything would happen to him, more so of him being arrested for taking part in aiding an illegal duel.

Not long after the morning fog had cleared did the trotting of a horse capture your attention. You rushed to the window looking as a very solemn looking Benedict rode up to your shared house, handing the reins to a servant as his boots landed on the gravelled ground.

Your feet padded against the floor as you ran down the steps to meet your husband at the door.

A surprised grunt left Benedict’s lips as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tight before checking him for any injury, “Is everything alright? Did anything happen? Is Anthony alright? Is Simon?” You rambled, cupping his cheeks in a gentle grasp.

“Everyone is alright,” he assured, holding onto your waist as he leaned into your touch.

“Then tell me what has happened? You look as if someone has died,” you worried, stroking his cheek to ease his distress.

Benedict sighed, “no one has died… but I do have terrible news.”

“What?”

“Daphne… is to be married… to the duke,” he finally said after a long pause, hanging his head.

It took a mere moment for the words to process in your mind; a confused frown etched in your brow.

Only when you saw the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips did everything fall into place.

“Benedict Bridgerton, you absolute menace!” you exclaimed, hitting lightly at his chest as he chuckled.

You squirmed as he pulled you against his chest, holding you to him in a tight hug, “life would be quite dull if I weren’t, wouldn’t you think, my sweet, sweet girl?”

“Dull or peaceful?” You grinned into his chest, squealing at the pinch you received on your waist.

You let yourself enjoy his warm embrace for a moment before a thought struck you, forcing you to unhide yourself to stare up at his face with a smug grin.

“This means,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his nose.

“Yes, my dear… you seem to have won our little bet… most surprisingly,” he grinned, whispering as you did.

“Surprisingly,” you grinned back, gripping onto the lapels of his coat, kissing both his cheeks slowly.

With slow steps, Benedict walked you backwards until your back hit one of the square pillars that decorated the foyer of your large estate - heavy breathing echoing through the hall.

“I have changed my mind… I no longer want my prize to be only pride,” you sighed between kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Benedict smirked, gripping onto the thin fabric of your nightdress, “and what would you prefer instead?”

You gripped onto his face, pausing his exploration of your throat with his hungry mouth, forcing his gaze to meet yours.

“I wish for whatever you had planned if you were to win,” you whispered, leaving a sweet kiss to his lips.

As you pulled away, you were met with the look of your now very giddy husband.

“Your wish is my command, my love,” Benedict spoke quietly with a smirk.

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Summary: Neteyam is jealous of Aonung after he mentions you should be with the real future Olo’eyktan. He’s so jealous, in fact, that he ends up hurting you during sex.

angst, smut, angst, comfort at the end dw <3

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Neteyam was good at hiding things, his feelings especially. He was a good son, good brother, good partner, even. He always obeyed, never said how he misses his true home.

But, could anyone blame him? Of course he did. He was a soon-to-be Olo’eyktan back home. He was well loved, a skilled hunter, strong warrior, he was… well, important. And suddenly he was nothing but an outcast and a “demon blood.”

Truth be told, there were light moments when he really loved the sea. Like when the Tulkun returned, that day you saw him grin like he didn’t in a long time. Or when Tuk ran around collecting shells and splashed in the sea water, obviously seeming happy. And then, there were dark moments, and you were the only one ever seeing those. He never allowed his family to see that. To see how he just wanted to go back, to go home.

You felt special, seeing his occasional break-downs, but not the good type of special. You were incredibly sad. For you the sudden change was not that impactful, you never felt like you truly belonged even back home, and the sea was beautiful, it was something new, refreshing, a chance for a new beginning.

But…

It was the third night here, you were both sitting at the beach, enjoying the fire next to you and the starry night. Neteyam had his arms wrapped around you - he really never took them off at this point. Always keeping you close, afraid you’ll disappear. You noticed his frown as his mind wandered off.

“‘Teyam, my love, what is it?” You whispered, brushing your nose on his neck. He stayed silent for a moment, his hand midlessly brushing through your hair. “Do you miss home?”

“Yes. Of course I do. We all do.” You nodded. He mumbled a quiet mhm, and then hesitantly said:

“You know…” his touch on you became loose, less firm. “Do you…” he tried to find his words. Not wanting to offend you, but also he couldn’t keep it in anymore. He felt insecure. Suddenly he was no-one. Did you see him that way? “Do you still want to be with me? I can barely be an Olo’eyktan here.” He scoffed, making it sound like a little tease, like he usually did, like a light thought. But you knew that thought was more heavy than anything else.

“Neteyam,” you said, moving closer to him and wrapping your right arm, your leg and your tail around his body, “is that what you think of me? That I was in love with you all those years just to be the chiefs mate?”

“No…” he mumbled, embarassed. Of course you didn’t.

“I love Neteyam. I see Neteyam. I don’t care about any title attached to that name, my love.” You whispered, finding his fingers with your own, holding his hand.

But those insecurities didn’t leave him. And as usual, he kept silent, keeping it all in. Thinking about what could have been in his own head.

But it got very bad around the time Aonung was close to courting someone. And all those Metkayina na’vi along with him. You were his mate already. You were his. He had to remind himself that.

You, on the other hand, barely noticed anything about some Metkayina boys wanting to court someone. Truth be told, you used to be insecure and afraid too. Back in the forest, Neteyam was well loved, admired and… wanted.

But. He was yours. And he always pushed any na’vi female that even spoke to him away. He knew you felt protective, and you didn’t like it when they admired him for too long, so he didn’t even hesitate to be rude to them when they wanted to cross boundaries. And he always shrugged them off and found his way to you.

That was the thing. You were both loyal. To your death.

The situation turned around, but you were the same now as he used to be. Pushing anyone away, remembering the conversation on the beach. But even tho you told them to leave, some boys would pretend they didn’t hear it.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Aonung grinned, two boys following him like his own personal dogs. You were collecting some shells for Tuk in the shallow water, while Neteyam was helping with nets on the beach. His ears immediately perked up, his gaze shifting to where you were standing.

“Leave.” You said simply.

You didn’t like Aonung. He was mean to Kiri and Lo’ak. You thought that the only sibling he somewhat respected was Neteyam, but… well, apparently not, since he was just checking his mate out.

He laughed, accepting the challenge and grabbing your tail playfully. “Don’t be such a wuss, I came in peace.” He smiled at you, and as he did, he pulled you to his chest by your tail.

Neteyams heart started to race, he immediately got up and stormed to you two, but before he got there, Aonung whispered to you, “Already got a mate?” He said, mockingly. Everyone knew you and Neteyam were together.

“Yes,” you hissed and pushed him away.

Neteyam was about to beat the shit out of him, but then he froze in place.

“Come on, don’t you want to be with the real Olo’eyktan?” He laughed.

You turned around to face him, ready to smack him yourself, but you saw Neteyam a few steps behind, frozen, sad expression on his face. You frowned.

“I would rather die.” You growled at Aonung. Pushing his shoulder as you went to Neteyam.

“‘Teyam?” You said softly when he wouldn’t move after you grabbed his hand to pull him to leave. He softly let you go and, before you knew it, he was on top of Aonung, beating the shit out of him.

“Neteyam!”

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“Ow, owww!”

“Shut it.” You mumbled. You tried to stay firm, let him know that getting himself bruised so much by three guys wasn’t worth it. But… deep inside you felt warm. Loved. Protected. You kissed one of his wounds when you were done patching it up.

“You are a big dummy,” you whispered, reaching for the herbal mix to apply it to bruises on his hands.

Neytiri and Jake gave him an angry lecture, yelling at him about disappointment and how he should apologise. But Neteyam shook his head, “I will not apologise for protecting my mate… sir,” he said to Jake, holding his gaze.

You kissed his knuckles. “Big stupid baby,” this time you smiled and placed your hand on his face. “But thank you.”

Jake, Neytiri, Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk left off with Tonowari, Ronal and Tsireya to the middle of their island. Tonowari’s family wanted to show them some local specialities. Jake decided that Neteyam is staying behind tonight, here, at their hut… with you. Neteyam almost wanted to laugh at his father. Yes, alone time with you. The worst punishment.

“I wanted to kill him.” He whispered back, his hand finding it’s way to your waist, pulling you close to him. You were his.

“Me too, my love. I hate him,” you used strong words, to let Neteyam know that there wasn’t a chance of you liking Aonung. Not a single bit. “He’s annoying, and mean, and the exact opposite of you. I love you.” You mumbled, kissing his lips gently.

Neteyam smiled into the kiss. When you were done wrapping up his bruised hands, he pulled you closer, on top of him. You chuckled, allowing your body to rest on top of his. “You were very brave.” You then admitted, laying your hands on top of his chest, sliding them lower slowly. Neteyam’s breath stopped, his heart beating faster. “My brave warrior,” you said, kissing his neck softly.

His hand squeezed you tighter, pulling you closer. He found your lips and kissed you. Showing great passion, and sadness, but most importantly love. He loved you so much.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, brushing his canines on your lower lip. “You are mine. I protect what’s mine.”

“I am yours, ‘Teyam.” You whispered, grinding softly on his lap.

He groaned, feeling you so close.

“Ride me, babygirl,” he then whimpered, not really handeling the tension anymore. Oh, and he learned that term from his dad. He heard it once or twice, and ended up for some strange reason liking it. So he stuck with it. And you seemed to like it too, as you blushed and pushed the bit of cloth covering you aside.

“That’s good,” he breathed out as you brushed your lips on his dick for a moment, teasing him. “Ah,” he mumbled, grabbing your hips to force you to sit down on him.

Neteyam was a passionate mate. Patient lover. Slow. Romantic. Gentle. That’s how you knew him, so when he grabbed your hips so roughly and forced you to move on his dick, not even giving you your sweet usual time to adjust… you were intrigued. And you felt yourself getting wetter than usual.

“C’me here,” he whispered, bringing one of his hands to your hair, pulling a bit and bringing your face closer to his. He thrusted into you as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, teasing.

“Nete~ mpmh,” you whimpered, grinding on him to allow yourself some friction. He breathed out, feeling some of his wounds opening up again. Ah, what a pity, and you took care of them so well. His whole body was burning, either from what you were doing to him, or from his fresh cuts from when Aonung threw him at some rocks.

Aonung.

No. He shouldn’t be thinking about this while he’s fucking you.

He opened his eyes to look at your pretty dumb-fucked face as you were riding him so well. So pretty. His.

“My sweet girl,” he moaned, growling and arching his back to thrust into you deeper. He pulled on your hair to stop your movements, his other hand holding you in place by your hip, thrusting into you deep, rough.

“‘T~Teyam,” you whined, shutting your eyes as he was giving you so much pleasure you didn’t know how to handle.

Come on, don’t you want to be with the real Olo’eyktan?

His stupid laugh. Holding your body. Your sweet body pressed against Aonung.

He growled, low and angry. Which… surprised you. You opened your eyes to look at him but you didn’t really get a chance to. He grabbed you, his grip so tight and firm it’ll definitely leave some marks, and he swiftly pushed you on the ground, towering above you now.

Ow.

You thought as he smacked you on the cold ground.

He didn’t wait again, entering you, pushing your legs apart with his hands, squeezing the sensitive skin on your thighs.

His mind was fogged. Yes, he was fucking his most precious treasure right now, but his mind was somewhere else. And you knew. You could see it on him.

“Neteyam,” you wanted to say, but really you just moaned it as he started to thrust into you again. His hands found your wrists, pining them firmly to the cold ground. Pinning down what was his. Only his. His knee pushed your legs more apart, exposing you to him.

His mind was racing with what could’ve been. Who he could’ve been. With you by his side. His pretty girl. And their home.

He growled again, hissing, his one hand now holding both your hands down as he allowed his free hand to grip your hair again, swiftly pulling it, turning your head to the side so he could attach his canines to your neck, leaving marks.

You whined, the cold ground was scratching your skin as he was moving your bodies with his harsh thrusts, and he was pushing so hard and deep you actually felt tears in your eyes. It hurt.

“Neteyam~ ah,” you tried again, and tried to move a bit, move from him, but your bodies just clashed again.

He was stuck here. In this goddamn village, with these boys wanting their hands all over you. No.

He tastes a bit of blood from the mark he left on your neck. His animalistic instincts driven by the sweet taste.

The ground was cold. Against your bruised face and back, and your whole body was shaking, hurting, your legs were getting numb.

“Neteyam,” you whimpered, actually feeling a tear roll down your cheek, “NETEYAM STOP!!”

He froze.

What?

Fuck.

No.

He immediately pulled out of you, pushing you close to his chest, “No, no, sweet girl I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry baby,” he mumbled, wrapping his hand around your waist as he sat and pulled you to his lap, shaking and holding you so gently as if you were about to break right there.

“Im sorry. I’m so sorry baby,” he mumbled into your hair, feeling his own eyes burning. You never yelled at him. He never hurt you before. What was happening to him?

You sighed out, still shaking. Your body was sore and on fire, but he was apologising, holding you so gently, stroking your hair. You started to breathe normally.

Neteyam was trembling, he saw the little red marks on your back, cursing himself.

He ran a hand along one of those bruises. “I’m so sorry babygirl,” he whispered. You hugged him, allowing him to hold you closer, and you sighed out into his chest. Slowly it was getting better, your legs started to feel normal again and the anxiety in your chest disappeared.

“Im okay,” you whispered.

But he didn’t let you go. He didn’t dare. What if you disappear.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, defeated. “I swear to Eywa I would never hurt you.”

“Neteyam, I know,” you said, pulling away a tiny bit so you can cup his head in your hands. Your thumbs were softly caressing his cheeks. He leaned into your touch instantly, the warmness melting him and calming him down.

“What is it with you these days, my love?” You dared to ask. Neteyam stayed silent for a while, keeping up the perfect warrior wall, but you were melting him so quickly.

“My love, please,” you whispered, your big puffy eyes staring into his, looking for answers. Your Neteyam was sweet, caring, responsible and sometimes a little smug. Not this. You wanted to help.

“I miss home so much,” he broke down, pulling your body closer to his, holding you tightly with his arm and his face finding the comfort in the crook of your neck.

“Me too, my love.” You brushed your fingers through his braided hair softly.

“I just wish I could give you what you deserve.” He mumbled. “I wish I could become the Olo’eyktan you always deserved by your side.”

“Neteyam~” you said softly, forcing him to look at you. “It’s you I want by my side. You. My sweet lover. Olo’eyktan or not, I don’t care.”

He stared into your eyes, searching for any doubt, any lie, anything. But he just found love. Gosh, he was so stupid. “I’m sorry, my love,” he said.

“I would follow you to the ends of Pandora.” You admitted. He breathed out, relieved. Then he pulled you closer, to kiss you. Slowly, this time, and truly passionately, letting you know what his words couldn’t. You kissed back, holding him close to you.

You were his home.

“Can I take care of your bruises now?” He whispered against your lips.

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BONUS: Neteyam makes it up to you😙 (smut)

Two days passed. He was so much calmer, so much more secure. You both even spent some time with the friend group (Lo’ak, Tsireya, Kiri, Tuk, Aonung and Rotxo), hanging around in the back and just listening in to the conversation.

Aonung didn’t even dare to lay an eye on you. You were proud to see his black eye. Neteyam was proud to show off his marks on your body.

Lo’ak was asking about the tulkuns, while Tsireya and Aonung explained their history and culture to him. Kiri was braiding Tuks hair as they were both bored of the conversation. You were sitting on Neteyams lap in the back, purring at his soft touches on your thighs and hips. He was teasing you so much, the lost spark re-appearing in him.

Later that day you were both alone again, on the same place at the beach where he first told you how he missed his home. And while yes, he still did, whenever the thoughs of his home crossed his mind, the thoughts about you right here with him were stronger.

“Mpmh,” you whimpered as he laid on top of you, kissing you gently, taking his sweet sweet time cuddling and making sure you felt loved. His hands were roaming your body, and his knee was pushing between your legs, allowing you to release any friction you needed on him.

“‘Teyam,” you whined, pulling on his hair gently, squeezing his bicep. He chuckled for himself. “Yes, sweet girl? What is it?” He whispered to your ear, pulling his knee back.

“No, no,” you sighed, “do it again, please.”

“Do what again?” He smiled, his usual smugness back.

You, on the other hand, blushed. The tips of your ears being bright red. “Y’know-“ you mumbled shyly.

He watched you, amused. His yellow eyes were glowing under the night sky. “Mhm?” His lips trailed soft kisses on your neck, collar bone, tummy, and there he stopped for a moment, his canines brushing against the little string holding your piece of cloth in place. “You want this off?”

“Yes,” you told him, shifting closer to him, needing to feel something between your legs again or you’ll go insane-

His teeth pushed the cloth away, leaving you revealed to him, under the moonlight sky. Oh, and so, so soaked. You must have been suffering. Poor thing.

“What do you want me to do now?” He smiled softly, his breath touching your wet lips, his mouth so so close. You groaned.

“Neteyam, stop.”

“Oh?”

“No, no! Don’t stop.”

He laughed. And you giggled too.

“Stop teasing, please,” you corrected yourself.

“Alright, baby,” he mumbled and gave you a quick lick. Tasting your sweet taste for himself.

“Ah, more, please,” you whined. You were so needy, he could get drunk on it. He gave you another lick with his tongue, long, patient one, staring right into your eyes as he did it. “Like this?” He whispered and gave your sensitive spot a quick kiss.

“Yes, again please,” you moaned out, arching your back, hoping to find his mouth yourself. He smiled at that, and decided to give you what you wanted. His lips attached to you, he started to suck and twist his tongue based on what made you make the most noise.

“Mpmh,” you whined again, arching your back and grinding your pussy against his mouth. “‘Teyam.”

His canines quickly brushed against your lips and it made you squirm even more. He felt drunk, drunk on those beautiful sounds you were making, all for him. Drunk on the taste and all the wetness he was licking. He moaned himself, sending vibrations to your core.

You were moaning, grinding against his tongue, a crying mess. All for him. His hand reached out for your queue, connecting it to his.

He let out a silent growl, feeling all your arrousal, all your pleasure, all the tugs he was causing in your tummy.

You couldn’t hold on for much longer, grinding against his mouth, you squeezed his head with your thighs, arching your back, letting him know you were cumming. On his tongue, like his good girl.

He kept sucking until he felt your pussy pulsating against his lips. Eating it all out, licking your juices, kissing the insides of your thighs. Your legs were sore again, you couldn’t move, you were barely breathing. All you could manage was to reach for him, he was so beautiful. With your juices leaking down his chin, his face wet, all from you, under the night sky, glowing like that under your touch.

You pulled him close to you, kissing him passionately, tasting yourself off of him, tongue exploring his mouth. You were thanking him.

“I-“ you breathed out, sensitive in every single place. “I see you, Neteyam.”

He chuckled at that, giving you another kiss. “I see you, sweet girl.”

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A/N: This was first avatar fic i wrote 🤓 and i felt like including the bonus to show that after that, everything was truly okay. Feel free to send any requests or ideas you have for Avatar fics!