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Hush (modern Aemond x fem Reader)

Summary: Aemond has been crushing on you since forever but is too shy to tell you. One night while watching a movie with your friends and cuddling underneath a blanket he shows you just how much he desires you. Based on this little prompt "What if I pull your panties aside, and finger you in a public place…?"

Word count: +3700

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, hand job (sort of), mild choking,

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Aemond’s mind was everywhere except focussed on the movie playing on the big tv in front of him. Lord of the Rings the Two Towers just finished a few minutes ago and the intro for Return of the King now filled the screen. Aemond adored these movies, they always managed to get him out of his own head and distract him from whatever was happening in real life.

But tonight, even Frodo and Sam didn’t succeed in changing his low mood.

If it were up to him he’d be in his room right now, wallowing and hiding away from the world.

But his friends had insisted he’d hang with them for their weekly movie marathon. Part of him was grateful they looked out for him and cared enough, but another part of him just wanted to be left alone.

You’d been gone for over 5 hours now and he hadn’t thought of anything else since, how beautiful you looked with your hair down and that short, sexy black dress you only wore on date nights. Not that he would know anything about that. You had dated half his friend group but never him.

Of course not him, why would you?

He grabbed another handful of popcorn and tried to focus on the beginning of the movie but it was no use. He knew he’d go to sleep with you still on his mind, like he had so many night before in the past 3 years since he’d known you.

It was completely pathetic, but what was he to do? You were his best friend. He was the first one you ran to after every single one of those dates, sometimes to talk about how amazing the guy was and how you hoped he might be the one, but more often than not it was to cry on Aemond’s shoulder after another asshole broke your heart. 

The jealousy was enough to drive him insane sometimes, but still he was only too happy to lend you his shoulder and his arms whenever you needed them.

You always seemed so comfortable around him and in return Aemond could let his guard down with you, which was rare for him. Your friendship was the most important thing in his life, he’d rather die than lose you, and he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. So he kept his feelings locked away deep down and played the part of supportive best friend while you went on one date after the other with a bunch of guys who never stuck around for very long. 

But he always would. Until maybe one day you would see…

He knew that was a dream he should stop indulging in but he just could’t help it, he was too far gone for you and tonight was a low point. He craved you so bad just the thought of you in that black dress had him growing hard in his sweatpants.

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You opened the door of the apartment as quietly as you could, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. You knew they were all watching the movie and maybe if you were careful enough you could just slip past everyone and get to your room without having to explain…

“Y/N!”

Shit.

Helaena’s voice made everyone look up at you. Your friends were all spread out across the living room, on the couches and on the floor, covered in blankets and surrounded by cozy lights and candles. The whole setting was very inviting yet you wanted no part in it right now, you just wanted to get to your room before you would burst out in tears.

But when Helaena got up and put her arms around you that plan failed.

“Oh, honey, no…what’s wrong?” she looked at you with concern on her face.

“Bad date,” you sobbed,”Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay,” she caressed your hair,”Do you wanna watch the movie with us? We just started Return of the king.”

You shook your head,”I just want to crawl into my bed and disappear.”

But Helaena didn’t let go of you and shook her head,”No, I can’t allow that.”

“Can’t allow that?” you couldn’t help but smile through your tears.

“Come join us, you can cry over that asshole later, the people who care about you are right here.”

You sighed.

“Please?” she added with her sweetest smile, pulling you over the edge easily. You knew she was right, you deserved to end the night surrounded by friends instead of alone in your bed crying over some guy who wasn’t even worth it.

“Fine,” you caved,”just give me a few minutes.”

“Take your time, grab some popcorn and a drink from the kitchen and come find a spot.”

You did as she suggested, making a quick stop in the bathroom first to wash off your make up and exchange your dress for some comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. Then you got some snacks from the kitchen table and a soda from the fridge before making your way back to the living room. 

Much to your dismay everyone was sitting in pairs, even Helaena who seemed very cozy next to Jace. You instantly wanted to turn on your heel and go hide in your room anyway. But then you saw him, the only one who was sitting by himself. 

Aemond.

He was already looking at you when your eyes met his and he gave you a little smile, mouthing,”You okay?”

You shook your head.

“Come here,” he beckoned and he lifted up his blanket, an invite to join him and you didn’t hesitate.

You placed your drink and snacks on the table and crawled into the empty space next to him, Aemond was quick to cover you with the blanket.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, his hand on your lower back to pull you to him and place a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Hey, Aem,” you smiled weakly.

“That bad, hmm?” he asked.

You laughed bitterly, feeling the tears well up again,”Yeah, that bad.”

“Want me to go beat him up? Run him over with my car? Set fire to his place? Just name it. I can make it look like an accident.”

Your laugh was sincere and his lips curled up into a smile of his own while his hand squeezed at your hip.

Despite your best efforts a tear ran down your cheek anyway.

“Hey, baby, don’t,” he whispered while his hand gently cupped your cheek, brushing your tears away,”Don’t cry, sweet girl.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest and Aemond wrapped his arm around you, gently caressing your hair while he held you.

“You liked this one, didn’t you?” he asked with a sigh.

“No, he was a total jerk.”

Aemond’s other hand gently cupped your cheek, his eye meeting yours,”Then why the tears?”

“I’m just…so tired of meeting these assholes. He flirted with the waitress the entire time, right in front of me, even gave her his number, like I wasn’t even there and…it just made me feel so…unlovable.”

Aemond’s jaw tensed up and you could see anger boiling in his one good eye.

His thumb traced your jaw,“Give me his name and I will make him regret it.”

He sounded so intense and serious you weren’t sure if he was still joking or not and it made a shiver run up your spine.

“When you talk like that I almost think you mean it,” you pointed out.

“Almost?” he gave you a teasing little smirk and you shook your head, leaning into his touch and Aemond didn’t hesitate to wrap both arms around you and pull you into him. You melted into his arms and let the rest of your tears fall freely, knowing Aemond would hold you through every last one of them.

You felt like the luckiest girl alive having him as your best friend.

He tightened his hug, soothing you with sweet, comforting words while his hand softly stroked your hair.“It’s okay…I got you, sweetheart..it’s okay, he doesn’t deserve you…please don’t cry…It’s alright, baby, I’m here.”

This wasn’t new, you crying your heart out in Aemond’s arms, it happened way too often, but something felt different tonight. The pet names, the way his touches lingered and how hungry he looked at you in between made your stomach flutter. And you didn't want it to stop.

Your tears were soon forgotten and the horrible date faded into nothing but a distant memory as you relaxed under Aemond’s attention.

You were stroking up and down his back when you accidentally slipped your hand underneath his shirt, a small whimper left his lips at your unexpected touch. It encouraged you to do it again, letting your nails drag across his back, this time he let out a small moan and his hand tightened in your hair.

“Aem,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in and making him shiver. He was biting his lip to keep from moaning again as you continued to touch him. When you placed a soft, innocent kiss in his neck he lost that fight.

You couldn’t help but smile seeing the effect you had on him and you kissed him again, this time letting your tongue trace lightly over his skin until he shivered again. You pulled back.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, grabbing the back of your neck to hold you close to him,”Please…please baby, don’t stop.”

His one hand moved down your back to cup your ass and pull your one leg over his, your knee bumping up against his growing erection.

There was no way you were going to stop now.

You kissed his neck again and Aemond pulled the blanket up a little higher, making sure no one else could see what you two were doing but everyone seemed too distracted watching the movie anyway.

Your hands moved underneath his shirt to touch his chest and stomach, his skin was warm, hard and soft at the same time and you could feel him shiver again, his hungry eyes begging you not to stop.

Aemond was losing his mind, your hands all over him were driving him crazy and when you started kissing his neck again he was suddenly rock hard in his sweatpants. He needed to take control back fast, he grabbed your wrists to hold you back.

“Turn around,” he begged in a husky voice, still breathing faster than usual.

He manoeuvred you into a different position so you were lying with your back up against his chest. You instantly missed the feeling of his skin under your hands but it was forgotten about quickly when Aemond gently moved your hair to one side, exposing your neck to him and then placing soft, hot kisses on your shoulder.

Now it was your turn to try and stay quiet and you were losing the fight just as quickly as he had, letting out a soft whimper when he started kissing and sucking your neck.

“Aem,” you breathed.

His mouth was right next to your ear,”You want me to stop?”

There was a teasing, smug tone to his voice, he knew damn well you didn’t want him to stop.

His hand moved up your hip, over your stomach to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple while he continued placing wet kisses all over your neck.

Your eyes closed in pure bliss. “Please,” you begged,”Touch me…under my shirt…please.”

You could feel his lips quirk up in a smile and he gave you what you asked for, pushing up your t-shirt and caressing your tits again, pinching your nipple in between his fingers while his teeth grazed your ear.”I’ve wanted to put my hands on you for so long…touch you just like this…fuck, you have no idea what you do to me…how hard you make me.”

To accentuate his words he carefully lifted his hips to push back against your ass, letting you feel his aching cock.

You squirmed in his arms.

“Shhh,” he purred,”You need to keep quiet or I have to stop, okay? Can’t let anyone see what we’re doing.”

You bit your lip and quickly nodded your head. Your hand was on his leg and you were squeezing hard while you pressed your own legs together trying to relieve some pressure.

To say you had never lusted after Aemond would be a lie. You had always found him gorgeous and intense in a very sexy way, but he was your best friend, somehow you had never allowed your mind to really go there. Until tonight, and now that you had opened that door there was no end to how much you desired him.

“Feel,” he breathed into your ear while he took your hand and placed it on his cock,”Feel how hard you make me.”

You rubbed him through his pants, making him growl into your ear. Before you could do it again he pushed your hand away and kissed your neck again.

“You’re squirming so much, little one, what is it?” he teased, an amused tone to his voice,”Is there something you need, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathed and you turned your head just enough to make brief eye contact with him,”I need you to touch me, Aem.”

You didn’t need to give him anymore details, he knew exactly what you meant.

“Can you be quiet for me?” Aemond checked, his tone serious.

“Hmm,” you confirmed.

He placed a soft kiss on your jaw while his hand moved down to your hip and then your inner thigh.”Spread your legs for me,” he whispered in your ear while placing your leg over his, spreading you open for him. You moved with him so easily and eagerly he cursed himself for not having done this sooner.

He caressed your hair and then placed his hand in the back of your neck, massaging softly and pulling your shirt down so he could kiss more of your shoulders and your back.

“Aem,” your voice was shaking,”Please…please.”

You had never begged so much in your life and every single one of your pleas was music to Aemond’s ears.

“Shhh, I got you,” he whispered, carefully untying your shorts and then slipping his hand underneath, teasing you by dragging his fingers over your panties,”Fuck, these are soaked right through. You are so wet, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but whimper at his words and Aemond grabbed your chin with his thumb, making you look back into his eye,”You really need it, don't you, sweetheart? Is that why you’re dripping all over my hand, hmm? You want it that bad?” 

You nodded and bit your lip,”I want you that bad.”

His cock stirred at your words and the feel of your hot, wet pussy under his hand was becoming too much. Fuck it, he should just drag you to his bedroom right now and fuck you into his mattress, give into what he'd been craving for so long now. But he also wanted to save that part for later, when all your friends had gone home and he could have you all to himself, take his time to really worship you the way he always dreamed of.

This right here, teasing you and feeling your body burn up under his touch, was turning him on beyond reason and it would have to be enough for now.

His breath was hot and heavy in your ear,”You want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

He gently pulled your hair back, placing his lips on your ear as he whispered,”You want me to push your panties to the side and finger you right here, with all of our friends in the room? Would you like that, my sweet dirty girl?”

All you managed was a quiet moan in the back of your throat but it was enough confirmation for Aemond to continue.

“God, you’re such a bad girl,” he purred, licking the spot right below your ear,”You’ll be quiet for me, yeah? Otherwise I can’t continue, okay, baby?”

“I’ll be quiet,” you nodded,”I promise.”

You were lying, you couldn’t promise him a damn thing and you were pretty sure he knew that but both of you were too far gone to stop now. He could suggest fucking you right here with all of your friends as witnesses and you would probably still say yes, that’s how badly you needed him.

Aemond carefully pulled down your shorts and then pushed your panties aside. His long delicate fingers teasing your clit, circling it slowly and spreading your wetness all over your folds.

You bit your lip to keep your moans quiet.

“Good girl,” Aemond praised,”Good fucking girl…lean back against me.”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder and Aemond caressed your hair, nuzzling your neck and your cheek, his other hand still rubbing perfect circles over your most sensitive spot. He continued until he noticed you started breathing harder and faster, your nails digging into his thigh, your orgasm within reach.

His finger moved to tease your entrance and you were no longer able to hold back the quiet little moans escaping your lips. You wanted to beg and scream but you also didn’t want to make a single sound and be so good for him. Aemond didn’t stop, pushing his long delicate finger into your fluttering walls and the both of you gasped for air for a moment.

“Fuck,” he breathed,”Oh god, you’re so tight…so warm….and so fucking wet for me…fuck, baby, I can’t wait for you to take my cock.”

You moaned at his words and he was quick to cover your mouth with his free hand.

“Shhh shhh,” he insisted but he didn’t pull back, instead he added another finger and then just held them there without moving,”You can’t do that, sweetheart, they’ll hear us. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You nodded quickly, desperate for him to move his fingers again.

“Here, bite my thumb,” he suggested, letting his finger brush over your lips. You were quick to take him into your mouth, sucking slowly and dragging your tongue all over it. Aemond instantly regretted his choice because now he was the one losing control again. The feel of your hot, wet mouth on him went straight to his cock and the thought of that mouth swallowing him whole was enough to almost set him off.

“Slow down,” he begged,”Please, baby, slow down…fuck, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants like some horny teenager if you keep doing that.”

You looked up at him with feigned innocence while you sucked harder, keeping your eyes on him.

“Stop!” he pulled his thumb from your mouth and you couldn’t help but smirk this time.

“Aemond, you have to be quiet,” you teased.

Aemond’s hand moved to your neck, not choking you but holding you still while he started fucking you with his fingers, taking back control.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“Maybe I should just keep teasing you, hmm?” he grunted in your ear,”Bad girls don’t get to cum and that…was very bad of you.”

He kept fucking you with his two fingers, curling them just right but as soon as he hit the sweet spot he pulled back.

“No, no please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Aem.”

He added pressure around your throat and started kissing your shoulder again, soft sweet kisses turned rough and he sucked your skin until it bruised, all while adding a third finger and fucking you faster. You were falling fast, biting down on your own hand now to stop from making too much noise.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled in your ear, while his thumb found your clit again,”I knew you could do it, sweetheart."

You were so close, your pussy clenching around him over and over, your climax was right there, all you needed was that last little…

“Cum for me, my sweet girl,” he whispered softly, teeth grazing your ear,”Come on..god, fuck you’re squeezing me so tight…shit….cum for me, baby, please. Please.”

He choked on his last word and you came hard, but not before moving your hand to his cock, rubbing him through his sweatpants until Aemond buried his face into your neck, muffling his own moan and spilling into his pants.

“Fuck, oh god you fucking little brat…fuck,” he breathed hard, wrapping both arms around you to hold you close to him. You stayed like that for a while until you turned around to be able to hug him back. Your eyes finally meeting his fully and the soft smile he greeted you with warmed your heart.

Aemond gently cupped your cheek.”Hey,” he whispered, suddenly shy again while biting down on his lip.

“Hey, you,” you smiled.

“Come here,” he leaned in to kiss your lips, slow and deep and so soft it was making your head spin again. You kissed him back with the same fire, melting into his embrace.

All those bad dates and horrible guys and you could have been doing this all along. Regret filled your senses and Aemond noticed the sudden serious expression in your eyes.

“Hey, you okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, concerned,"Was it too much? Did you not like all the teasing?"

"No, no god that was perfect," you reassured him,"I just…wish we’d done this sooner.”

His lisp curled up into the biggest smile, warming your heart,”Me too, but we’ll make up for lost time, I promise, my sweet girl.”

He leaned in to place another soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

It was Aegon’s loud and obnoxious voice that pulled you both out of your haze:”Are you guys about done so we can get back to watching the movie now? Jesus fucking Christ, the bedrooms are right there, you couldn’t have done that in there or waited until the movie was over? Fucking horny bastards.”

“Oh god,” you buried your face against Aemond’s chest in embarrassment and he hugged you close, shielding you from the others and giving his brother the finger but also unable to keep the happy grin off his face.

Then he did what Aegon suggested, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him towards his bedroom, under loud cheers from most of your friends.

Aemond turned around one last time to wink at Aegon,”Better turn up that volume cause we're not going to be quiet this time.”

He closed the door behind him just in time to dodge the pillow Aegon threw at him.

“All yours” (modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au, part 1)

🔥 part 2: First time for everything

author’s note: the idea came out of NOWHERE. I reread my The Greens (modern!au) — and then this thing happened. to keep up with the tradition I’m posting it as it is (I may regret it when I wake up lmao), hopefully, some of you can enjoy this silliness! ✨ • Aemond doesn’t lose an eye but he still has a big scar (let’s pretend Luke missed by a couple of inches) • I originally said that he’d be into sports however I’m yet to pick a sport for him so the description is very vague (I’m open to suggestions!)

words: ~3000 (I TRIED to cut it short... but alas)warnings: none, I think? they just swoon over each other (and a cheeky blond makes an appearance again ;)

⋙ It’s impossible not to know who Aemond Targaryen is when pretty much every girl on campus has a crush on him. The tall athletic guy with chiseled cheekbones and bright eyes who wins one tournament after another, manages to stay at the top of his classes but barely talks to anyone and has a handful of friends. Even the scar on the left side of his face — a faded red stripe from his temple and down to the cheek — only adds to his appeal although you suspect it’s mostly due to people not knowing how he got said scar. Come to think of it, there isn’t much to know about him at all: he’s not on social media, rarely goes to parties, stays out of trouble and doesn’t even like his pictures being taken. There is a certain charm to that mystery yet you also can’t help but respect his intelligence and perseverance. (And you may find him attractive, but that’s a given.)

⋙ You share a few classes with him, and he usually sits nearby although you think it’s purely a coincidence. He once gave you his pen when you forgot yours, and he also sometimes stands behind you in line for coffee in the nearby cafeteria but you never really interact. You catch him looking at you a couple of times and you don’t think much of it. You might’ve thrown a glance or two at him, too, since there’s no crime in that.

⋙ You get paired up for a project by mere chance: your best friend fell sick and his mate missed the class for whatever reason so you and Aemond are the only ones without a partner, and Mr. Harrold tells you to work together. Aemond approaches you when the class is over.

“Hi” — “Hi” you say in unison. There’s a glint of a smile on his lips, his eyes studying your face.

“I’ve got two training sessions today, can we maybe start tomorrow?” he suggests.

“Sure, tomorrow sounds fine,” you nod. “Meet me in the library at 3?”

You quickly discuss the books you’ll need, and he casually asks for your number so you could text him the details. While you’re typing it, you miss the grin that appears on his face. Truth be told, you’re too busy thinking of how good his arms look with his sleeves rolled up.

⋙ The next day, he’s only five minutes late. You don’t even notice, wrapped up in reading, until he rushes in, a tad disheveled and very apologetic. You are about to tell him it’s no big deal when you notice blood on his hand — or more so on his knuckles. He looks like he wants to avoid the subject but you are truly shocked at the sight.

“Should I worry about the other guy?” you muster a smile, looking him over with concern.

“He deserved it,” Aemond mumbles as he sits next to you, averting his gaze.

He goes to dig some books out of his bag when you take his hand — you do so without thinking, it almost comes out as a reflex. While you examine his bruised skin, Aemond pretty much forgets how to breathe.

“It’s not that bad but will swell up in the morning, so you need to apply some ice,” you tell him, fingers gently brushing over his. “Here, this is the next best thing I can think of,” you grab your cup of iced coffee and put it to his knuckles. When you glance up at Aemond, you see him looking at you with a stunned face expression, and you realize that you might’ve overstepped a little.

“I’m sorry, you probably already know what to do without my advice,” you move to pull back the cup, but he suddenly covers your hand with his other palm.

“Don’t,” he breathes out. “This feels nice.”

Within a few seconds, his cheeks turn red.

“The ice, I mean, you were right about applying the ice,” he corrects himself, and you can’t help but smile. The most popular guy on campus is blushing because you held his hand, and there’s something very endearing about this moment. Or maybe it’s just him.

You push that thought away and divert the conversation to your assigned project. He keeps his hand intertwined with yours for the rest of the evening, both of you acting like it’s no big deal.

⋙ The next time you see him, he brings you coffee, and somehow he guesses your order perfectly. You meet up a few times a week, and he makes sure to come in time. Always prepared and polite, he buys you coffee and insists on carrying all your books. You now sit together in classes, he shares his secret Spotify account with you and you learn that you share a passion for reading. Aemond also gives you his hoodie when he notices that you’re cold on your way out of the library one evening. He pulls the hoodie up over his head and his T-shirt comes up, too, exposing his lower abdomen and the tight lines of his abs. You take a deep, long breath, pretending that you didn’t see a thing.

And sometimes his hands brush yours and his gaze lingers on your face. But it’s another thing you try not to think of.

⋙ He mentions in passing that his training will get more intense as the competition season begins. At this point, you’ve been meeting for a couple of weeks pretty regularly, and you feel a slight twinge in your heart at the realization that you’ll see him less often. What you don’t expect is for him to stand you up. At any other time, you might’ve cut him some slack, but it just so happened that you are in a really bad mood since the moment you woke up, and him not answering your texts only rile you up.

You are so annoyed, you come into the locker room with little to no hesitation. Most of the guys already left but you still hear a couple of them whistling at you, and you flip them off. Aemond just got out of the shower and when you see him, he already has his jeans on and stands next to his locker searching for a clean shirt.

“Dude, your girl looks pissed,” one of his mates comments, and Aemond gives him a perplexed look. And then he turns to see you, your eyes burning holes in him, and his face pales.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “We were supposed to meet, weren’t we?”

“Yep,” you drawl with a frown, and his face falls even more.

He doesn’t have time to explain as you hear another whistle.

“Nice ass,” it’s Jeff, one of the frat boys who’s famous for not keeping his hands to himself. You are about to shut him off but when Jeff looks up at you, his smirk disappears.

“Woah, I didn’t know it was you!” he raises his hands in defense. “My apologies to your ass,” he glances behind your back, terrified. “...To you, I mean my apologies to you!” he backs off. “Hey, it was meant as a compliment, tell your boyfriend I’m not his punching bag!”

“You need to google what a compliment is, you idiot,” you scoff at him, and Jeff all but runs off.

The room is awkwardly quiet, and Aemond’s friends quickly get out, leaving you two alone. He barely has time to open his mouth before you press your hand to his chest, making him stumble back purely out of surprise.

“Care to explain what the hell was that?” you hiss at him, your gaze burning. “My boyfriend?!”

“I didn’t say that, he made an assumption,” Aemond clarifies.

“Jeff was the one you got into a fight with?” you suddenly figure out. “But why?”

“He was talking shit about you,” he says, clearly displeased.

“And you decided it was worth a fight? I could not care less if he — ”

“I do,” Aemond cuts you off. “And I think it was worth it,” he punctuates with so much certainty, it takes you aback.

In the next second, you realize that your hand is still on his bare chest — it’s warm and toned, his muscles tense under your touch — and you are standing very close to each other. It’s very, very hard not to think of.

“Um, thank you, I guess,” you step back with your gaze still on him. “I-I shouldn’t have barged in here, it wasn’t very —”

One of your legs bumps into a bench, your eyes widen — and you are about to trip over when Aemond catches you. With a blink of an eye, his hands are on your waist as he brings you closer again, and this time the distance between you two is even shorter. You involuntarily look at his lips and when you glance back up, you catch him looking at yours.

If he kisses you right now, you won’t mind. In fact, you will probably enjoy it. Probably a lot.

Aemond clears his throat and pulls back.

“I’m sorry that I stood you up, the coach didn’t let us rest for a minute,” he explains with a repentant tone. “I wanted to send you a text, I really did. And then it just went out of my head.”

“It’s fine, I get it,” you give him a wan smile. “You warned me that you would be busy.”

“Still, it was rude on my part,” he insists. “You have any plans for the evening? We can still go to the library, I’m all yours for today.”

The way he phrases it makes your heart skip a bit. You bite the inside of your cheek to concentrate.

“They closed earlier,” you sigh. “Something about updating the catalog.”

Aemond only thinks for a second.

“I, um... Live close by. Maybe you can come over? No one will bother us there,” his smile looks sheepish and unsure but there’s a hint of eagerness in his voice. And he is still very much half-naked.

“I happen to be completely free,” you say as your concentration goes out of the window.

⋙ Aemond apologizes again, profusely. He gives apologies in the locker room, on your way out, in the cab — and when you get out of the car and he opens his mouth again — you turn and firmly place your hand over it.

“I think I got it the first time,” you tell him, and he looks amused with your act.

You feel him smiling, his lips tickling your palm, and you move your fingers away as your cheeks heat up.

“Quiet fierce, aren’t you,” he remarks.

You don’t notice a sidewalk curb but Aemond does — his hand finds yours when you are a moment away from stumbling again, and he tugs you closer. He doesn’t comment on it, asking you about your day instead. There are a few other parts of your body where you want him to put his hands on, you think.

⋙ His apartment is unexpectedly huge — four bedrooms and a living room, high ceilings and large windows, and you can’t hide your bewilderment. He half-heartedly explains that his dad left it to them after the divorce.

“Oh, so it’s not just yours,” you conclude, relieved. “Makes it look like less of a palace.”

“I have my own, actually,” he almost looks ashamed, and you find his modesty ever so adorable. “I’ve repainted the walls, and the place needs some air. So I’m crushing here at the moment.”

He tells you that his older brother Aegon mostly hangs out in his gallery, Helaena took a week off to visit her friends, and you already know that their youngest — Daeron — studies abroad.

“Mum recently moved in with her boyfriend,” Aemond nonchalantly adds while showing you to his room.

You realize that it’s just the two of you. The thought of it warms up the lower part of your body, anticipation tingling in your abdomen, but you do your best to keep it together.

Luckily, you get easily distracted by the beautiful interior, his sister’s plants and paintings, and rows of photos on the walls, and you try not to gawk at the surroundings. Aemond tries not to gawk at you. You both fail.

“Feel yourself at home, I’ll go look for my charger,” his hand grazes your back after he opens the door. Aemond leaves you standing but the feeling of his touch remains. You have to pinch yourself to get back to reality.

⋙ You see his bookshelf that stretches from one end of the room to the other, and excitement bubbles in your chest as you rush to take a closer look. There’s a plethora of books of all colors and genres, paperback and hardcover, and you energetically look through the rows filled with them. You reach for one of the books on the upper berth, standing on your tiptoes but it causes you to lose balance. The only reason you don’t fall flat on your back is because Aemond’s hand swiftly lands on your waist, steading you. He turns you around to him, and your faces are suddenly only inches apart.

“Are you always this clumsy?” he chuckles lightly, his breath fanning over your skin.

Only when you are around, apparently.

Aemond’s lips part, his brows raising, and he stares at you, surprised. And then you realize that you said it out loud. Before you get a chance to correct yourself, he lets out a laugh, and you feel your face flushing. You close your eyes in embarrassment, trying to steady your breath, and his laughter dies down. He firmly locks his hands around you.

“What’s on your mind?” Aemond murmurs after a minute of silence.

You, you, you. Fearing that there’s still a chance that you are misreading the situation, you vaguely respond:

“A lot of things,” but your voice comes out strained and quiet.

When you don’t hear him replying, you open your eyes — your gaze immediately meeting his. The warmth from his hands slips into your body.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” Aemond asks in a low tone, his eyes a shade darker in this lightning. You shake your head because talking seems like an actual challenge right now.

“Kissing you,” he confesses, maintaining eye contact.

You inhale sharply, a wave of relief washing over you. And then something else sparkles inside, tightening your chest, and the well-known burning sensation blossoms right under your navel.

“You should,” you tell Aemond, and it’s the only confirmation he needs.

He crashes his lips into yours with fervor, pulling your chest flush against his and knocking the breath from your lungs. His hand cups your face, guiding you even closer, his mouth greedy and intent with its every movement, and your head goes dizzy with longing. The kiss is both tender and heated, and you lose yourself in the moment, only thinking of how soft and supple his lips are, and how ineffably good they feel.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Aemond mumbles against your mouth.

“Only been a month,” you manage to say while his lips move from your jaw to your neck.

“Long before that,” his words burn the spot just below your ear, making you shiver. “Ever since you argued with Mr. Harrold that Zelda Fitzgerald wrote ‘The Great Gatsby’ and her husband was a total — hmm, how did you call him? Yeah, a total nitwit,” he cackles.

You glance at him with your mouth ajar.

“Aemond, that was last semester.”

“I didn’t know how to approach you,” he admits, abashed. “And I didn’t want it to be weird or to mess it up and — ”

You shut him off with another kiss, and he hums in satisfaction. His thumb softly rubs your cheek while he deepens the kiss, his mouth exploring yours. His other hand dares to move lower, squeezing your hip and making you sigh at the alacrity of his. It’s simultaneously overwhelming and not enough but he still holds back a little, not crossing the line just yet.

“Wow, can’t believe this is finally happening!”

You break the kiss, startled by someone’s voice. A blond guy is leaning on the door frame, a pair of glasses and a grin on his face. Aemond groans into your shoulder, his hands moving to your waist.

“It’s Y/N, right? I’m this dipshit’s brother,” he shamelessly walks closer and extends a hand. You reluctantly go for a handshake, but he plants a quick kiss on yours.

“Aegon,” Aemond says with a warning tone.

“Oh, don’t grumble at me, I’ve been listening to you talk about her for months,” his brother’s smile widens. “Now Hel owes me 50 bucks.”

“Why is that?” you squint at him.

“We made a bet. I said he’d grow a pair and ask you out before the year ends. Glad I was right,” he snickers.

“Well, technically...,” you can help but laugh.

“He still didn’t?” Aegon fakes a gasp. “I apologize on his behalf, I taught him better than that!”

“Can you please fuck off already?” Aemond glares at him, irritated, and Aegon rolls his eyes but takes the hint.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, kids,” he winks at you and walks away.

“I like him,” you exclaim.

“I don’t,” Aemond retorts and pulls you in for a kiss as soon as the door closes. “But I will let him win the bet.”

“Is that so?” you cock your head with a smile.

“Yeah,” he pauses, his face getting serious, and he almost looks scared while asking: “Will you go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to,” you agree without a second thought, and his lips twitch upward, making your heart swell with affection. “Where do you plan on taking me?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Aemond says cryptically, his eyes never leaving yours. “May be more than just one date,” he sounds both daring and pleading. You gently trace the line of his scar, and he relaxes at the movement.

“So you are all mine for a while, huh?” you joyfully assume, earning a laugh from him, and he leans in, his hand lovingly caressing your face.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” he whispers before closing the distance between your lips. ➡ part 2: First time for everything

• listen, I looked at his face and I thought there’s no way girls won’t find him attractive, with or without a scar. so yeah, this version of Aemond is more confident. I may do a second part? maybe more headcanons (love confessions, meeting his family, moving in together, etc.)

• I kinda want to write for Aegon, too... I mean, just look at the original photo and tell me he doesn’t seem like the sweetest fuckboy ever! tagging @greenowlfactif, @kyuupidwrites since you asked (I hope that’s fine 🥺)

my recent fic: “My first choice” (she’s Aegon’s bestie, inspired by “Little women”) English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes!

the first fall of snow

modern au!aemond targaryen x reader

summary: he’s been gone a week and it’s been seven days too long from his side

tags: modern au, young and in love, winter season, modern aemond eats kopiko because i say so

note: i know nobody asked for rich and madly in love couple aemond/reader, but it came to me and i had to write it because i'm a sucker for the version of modern aemond i have in my head (i say rich but it's literally just implied lmao)

It’s winter in King’s Landing and Aemond breezes like a maelstrom into the lobby of your apartment building where you wait for him, nodding at the doorman and opening his arms to catch you as you throw yourself forward. You laugh, delighted. He’s been gone a week and it’s been seven days too long from his side.

“My love,” he chuckles, and when you present your face he stoops to kiss your cheek dutifully. You turn your head at the last moment, catching his mouth with your own.

“I’m glad to see you, too,” he says, when you pull away, red tinting his cheeks and you reach up to touch his face.

“Sorry,” you apologise, smiling bashfully and tucking yourself further into him. He lets you, arms coming around your waist and resting comfortably there. “I’m just excited. You’re here!”

“I am,” he agrees, a pleased lilt in his voice. He bows his head then, to murmur in your ear. Over his shoulder, you distantly note the flurries of snow, and the smell of coffee that clings to him, lingering on your tongue from where he’d kissed you. You know if you reach into the depths of his coat pockets, you’ll likely find the empty coffee flavoured lolly wrappers, alongside three or four more, and the stray butterscotch candy he likes. It’s a habit he’s kept from your university days and the taste of espresso has since become your favourite, though only when it is on his tongue.

“Are you going to allow me to take you out, or must you ravish me here for Gunner to see? I think his dear old heart wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Sure enough, when you turn to look behind you, your elderly concierge stands at the front desk eyeing the both of you warily. You turn back to look up at Aemond, and the amused glint in his eye does little to help stifle the giggle that bubbles forth from your lips, hiding your face in his chest. The furs that line his coat tickle your face and you hear his chest rumble, a telltale hint of laughter barely suppressed.

“You’re awful,” you murmur, pulling away from him. “Come.”

You slip back into your usual habit as the both of you push out of the building, your hand settling comfortably in the crook of his elbow, fingers curling around his bicep. The wind bites at your cheeks, and you only regret your decision not to bundle up more for one brief moment when Aemond steers the both of you to the side of the pavement and wrangles his scarf off and onto your neck. Nimble fingers brush against your neck and you shiver under his touch, half him, half the cold.

“Aemond,” you begin but he shakes his head.

“I’ve been gone only a week,” he says, sounding aggrieved and you can only smile softly at him as he fusses over you, wrapping the soft, warm, material around you. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Woman?” you laugh incredulously, even as he shoots you a cross look. “For your information, I only forgot my scarf today and that was because I was beside myself with excitement. I don’t know if you’ve heard but Aemond Targaryen is back in town.”

He raises a brow. “I had no idea,” he says dryly. “You’ve got a crush on this fellow, then?”

You hold his arm once more as the both of you begin to walk, beaming up at him. “Well, he’s the handsomest, most intelligent man in all of King’s Landing. It only seems fitting.”

You hear him snort, but he continues to play along, pursing his lips doubtfully. “I don’t know about that. He sounds like a bit of a twat.”

You jostle his arm, shaking your head. “No way. And mind your language. Between you and me, I’m going to marry him one day.”

Aemond falls silent at those words, but your attention is diverted from the stunned part of his lips, violet eye widening, when a car backfires as it rumbles past on the busy street. You jump in surprise, a startled laugh falling from your lips. When you look back at him, he composes his face, grinning softly back at you.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he says, and you shake your head, pouting playfully.

"You have not. I'm starting to feel a little offended."

"How awful of me," he remarks, reaching his spare hand to brush against your jaw. "You took my breath away, when I saw you."

"Oh, you," you mutter, batting at his hand but you giggle all the same, face warming in pleasure.

You turn onto a tree lined street, branches empty of their leaves but magical all the same as the snow comes down around you. Aemond tells you about the last seven days as you walk, expressing frustration with his older brother and sister, who had accompanied him on the trip out of the city. He talks to you about the lack of leisure time he’d been given as a result of an over abundance of work, and you see for the first time since your reunion the fatigue that lines his eyes, smudges of purple below his eyes that rivals his iris. You’d do anything to wipe that expression away.

"How would you feel about going away with me, one of these weekends?" you ask him, when the both of you have ducked into your favourite cafe, sitting down at a table with your drinks. His legs trap one of yours between them and you feel 17 again, giddy with the flush of young love.

"I was going to ask you that, actually," he admits, taking a sip of his tea. "Aegon, apparently, suggested to our mother that I be given time off. I'd think it a nice gesture if I weren't sure he only wanted to get rid of my company for a bit. Regardless, I thought it over and I realised we haven't gone anywhere in a while."

"I'll send him a bouquet of flowers, as a thank you for giving you back to me," you joke. He frowns at you and you have to bite back a laugh.

"You'll do no such thing, please. Gods know his head is fat enough," he mutters, rolling his eye. You know you shouldn't laugh, but Aegon's ability to rile his younger brother up so easily makes it so hard not to.

"If you insist," you concede, and hold a piece of cake out on your fork. "Try this."

The first time you had offered him a bite of your food, he had flushed a red so deep you had worried you'd overstepped. Your relationship had still been new, and though Aemond put on a quietly confident, intimidating front, you had come to realise he was also quite shy. Now, having spent several summers loving each other, he just bends his neck to take a bite–he doesn't even take the fork from your hand, like he might've before–and you wait expectantly.

"That's nice," he hums, and you brighten.

"Not too sweet," you agree, and he nods, a small smile curving his mouth upwards. "So. Holiday?"

Outside, the snow falls heavier, a sea of white that blankets all it touches. But in here, with your foot trapped between both of Aemond's, feeding him bites of cake in between discussions of your holiday, you’ve never felt warmer. And, by the lightened expression on his face, you think he might feel the same.

fin.

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our little vignette

aemond targaryen x reader

summary: you give him what you think is your best smile, but it feels cheesy, wide and childish like you've won an award at school assembly. it feels cheesy and it feels true

tags: modern au, domestic fluff, casually dominant aemond, the aemond + kopiko agenda continues

note: i imagine this to be set in the same universe as 'the first fall of snow' just because i love the idea of these two coming home after a date night and just relaxing together (also one specific part was inspired by that one video of that girl who's boyfriend was taking her shoes off </3 i think aemond would so casually be a gentleman as a bf)

You turn the key to your door with ease, other hand clasped firmly in Aemond’s as you step inside. He’s quiet, but attentive, as you talk. Mindful of the late hour, you make sure to keep your voice low but chatter his ear off as you flip the switch, lighting up your apartment. A small meow greets you and you pause in your tirade to gasp, bending your knees to meet the milky white kitten that pads up to you. 

“Calypso,” you coo, perhaps a little too excitedly. She startles, still wary of loud noises, and scampers away leaving you pouting on the floor. Above you, Aemond coughs to mask a snicker and you look up at him unamused.

“You startled her,” he murmurs, offering his hand to help you up once more. When you stand, it slides down to settle on your hip, tugging you closer into his arms. “What did you expect?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you mutter. He hums, conceding, bending his head to ghost his lips over the corner of your mouth. Your eyes slip shut under the phantom-like sensation, leaning into him. 

“Tonight was nice,” you breathe out, fingers flexing against the arms of his jacket. He kisses your jaw gently, and you take it as a sign of agreement. “We haven’t had night out in a while.”

“I’m trying to kiss you, my love,” he says, amusement in his voice, shoulders shaking lightly. “Will you let me do that, hm?”

“What’ll you give me for it?” you quip, but it comes out rather breathless as you feel his teeth graze ever so slightly against your pulse point. His mouth curves against your neck when you let out an audible sigh, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Don’t be difficult,” he whispers, kissing your collarbone and looking at you. “We’ve had such a nice night.”

You roll your eyes, guiding his face closer to kiss him properly, pressing your lips to his. You can taste the coffee lolly he’d had in his mouth during the walk home, on his tongue. The both of you linger in the hallway like this, trading espresso flavoured kisses until at last he pulls away, catching his breath.

You admire the sight of him like this, lips swollen and reddened, hair mussed and a little dazed. All by your hand. He catches you grinning up at him, and his expression softens even more. He presses one more kiss to your mouth, short and chaste, before he lets go of you.

“Come on. These must be hurting you,” he murmurs as he sinks to his knees, tapping your leg gently. You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as you raise it. His fingers fiddle with the clasp of your heels and slide the shoe off, setting it aside and turning his attention to your other foot. It’s a relief to no longer balance yourself on the gorgeous but admittedly impractical shoes, and Aemond’s fingers wrapped around your bare calf is a grounding sensation. He presses kisses to the inside of your knees before rising once more.

“Go get changed,” he orders softly, and you nod. “I’ll get tea started.”

“You’re a dream, Aemond Targaryen,” you declare, delighting in the pink flush your words bring to his cheeks. You blow him a kiss, lovestruck and giddy as you make your way to the bedroom.

When you emerge, having washed your face and changed, Aemond switches stations with you to shed the suit he’d worn to dinner. Your teas have been set on the coffee table in your living area, and you grin at the sight of your favourite mug. Years together hadn’t ceased his thoughtfulness. If anything, you were sure the both of you had only grown more besotted, Aemond with his quiet acts of service and unending support drew you deeper into his orbit each day. 

You look through the fridge, and retrieve the fruit you’d bought earlier that day. By the time Aemond comes back, you’re carrying the bowl of blackberries to the sofa and curling up under the blanket. You watch as he turns on the electric fireplace, flames flickering behind him as he joins you.

He kisses you hello and you smile into his mouth as if the two of you haven't seen each other in an age, instead of the few minutes you've just spent apart after a night out together. When he pulls away, you reach into the bowl and hold a blackberry out to him. He eyes it dubiously, but lets you feed it to him anyway, not once complaining at the tart flavour. He copies you, and you have to stifle the giggles that threaten to rise out of you when you bite the fruit.

Later, when the bowl empties, he kisses the blackberry juice off your fingertips, and draws you in close to him, tucking you into his side. The events of the night begin to catch up to you as you sip your tea, head lolling against his shoulder and eyelids growing heavy.

"Tired?" he murmurs and you nod into his neck. He rubs your back comfortingly. "Come on, then."

It takes you a moment to gather the energy to rise, when he staunchly refuses your proposal of sleeping on the sofa – You're going to ache in the morning and then we'll both be miserable for it – but you stand slowly and let him guide you to the bathroom.

Teeth brushed, you press your face into his back as he shuffles into the bedroom, arms wrapping around his waist and following close behind. He reaches behind to steady you when, eyes closed, you bump into his feet and giggle.

"To bed with you," he orders in quiet voice, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Kiss me first," you demand sleepily as you curl up under the sheets, tilting your face up to him. He raises an eyebrow at your tone and you add a sheepish, "Please."

You give him what you think is your best smile, but it feels cheesy, wide and childish like you've won an award at school assembly. It feels cheesy and it feels true.

When he kisses you, you're thankful you didn't hide it.

fin.

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”

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It was a quiet morning in your shared apartment with Aemond. You were still nuzzled up in the warm bed sheets while Aemond prepared breakfast.

As you slowly gained consciousness your head turned to the night stand which had a calendar on it. Today was marked with a red heart, it wasn't your anniversary but Valentine's Day. Your heart skipped a beat at the thoughts of what Aemond had probably planned.

The smell of fresh pancakes filled the apartment, and the Targaryen man swiftly worked around the kitchen.

It took Aemond weeks to plan the perfect Valentine’s day for you, it would start with breakfast in bed, then your favorite movie – Legally Blonde – followed by a living room picnic given it was raining heavily and at the end of the day a night filled with sex.

Aemond was proud of himself that he thought about this all by himself as he was not the biggest romantic.

Meanwhile you sneaked out of bed with the sheets wrapped around your body to keep the warmth.

There he stood, your boyfriend. His long white hair bound into a man bun, he wore no eye patch and he was also topless, giving you the opportunity to admire his abs.

Aemond took out the plates and while turning around to put them on the kitchen aisle he noticed you standing there. You looked at him with innocent eyes, then walked over to him.

He sat down and opened his arms to embrace you, “good morning,” you mumbled against his chest. “Good morning my love,...why did you not stay in bed mhm?” he questioned you in a soft tone.

“I wanted to be with you,” you returned, tightening your grip on his waist. The man gave a light chuckle. He loved your sleepy state, you were like a kitten. You wanted to cuddle all the time and were needy.

In one swift motion he picked you up in bridal style and walked you back to bed. Confused, you looked at him as he placed you on the smooth cushions.

“You stay here and I will bring breakfast to you,” he promised and kissed the crown of your head before leaving. If your eyes could, they would take on the shape of hearts. Sometimes you wondered how you deserved someone like Aemond.

Five minutes later your boyfriend came back with a tray, filled with two plates, pancakes, strawberries, whipped cream, two hot chocolates, cutlery and syrup. He placed the tray in front of you and then joined you, “it looks beautiful Aemond,” you praised him and kissed his cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said before cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

Smiling into the kiss you felt butterflies in your stomach. Aemond retreated back and took a strawberry from the glass bowl, dipped into whipped cream he held it up to your mouth. Gladly you took a bite from the strawberry.

“What else have you planned huh?” you grinned at him, “well we will watch a certain movie, then have a living room picnic before an eventful night of pure pleasure,” he said in a seductive voice against your neck, placing light kisses on your skin.

“Fifty Shades Of Grey?” you asked with wide eyes at the mention of a movie. Aemond looked at you bewildered, “what? No, Legally Blonde.”

Your face fell in embarrassment, “well then don’t say ‘certain’ like that!” you scolded him playfully and slapped his chest.

“Not my fault you have a dirty mind,” those words of Aemond Targaryen earned him another slap and a nose covered in whipped scream.

After breakfast Aemond didn’t even let you help him clean up, instead he told you to put on the movie. He came back and got back under the covers, lifting his arm to invite you in a cuddle session which you gladly accepted.

As the movie went on you couldn’t help but wonder when he was gonna ask you to be your Valentine.

After the movie ended Aemond instructed you to pick out a blanket for the picnic while he would get everything else. The task was rather easy it seemed but with how many blankets you had it became difficult to decide.

Meanwhile Aemond cut various kinds of fruits, took the champagne from the fridge and chocolate along with some pre-made sandwiches and glasses.

When he was finished and entered the living room he expected to find you there but it seemed you still hadn’t found a blanket. Shaking his head with a smile he sat everything down to help you with the decision, “need any help my love?” he teased you as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Nope, I got it,” you responded and looked between a green blanket and a black blanket, “green doesn’t fit…but black doesn’t either…maybe we could use both? Have them be together,” you thought out loud.

“Sounds good to me, love,” Aemond agreed and took the green blanket from you to walk to the living room with you following close behind.

You laid the blankets on the ground and then placed the food as well as the champagne and glasses on it. Aemond then sat down and held his hand to you to signal you to sit in his lap, “your throne my queen,” he jested, causing your cheeks to warm up and a giddy smile to graze your lips.

Together you enjoyed the picnic, after thirty minutes even the sun peeked through the gray clouds and shined through the floor to ceiling long windows.

You laid your head back against Aemond’s shoulder, enjoying the sun as it warmed your skin. It was already six in the afternoon as you cleaned up and the missing question clouded your mind once again.

“I thought you’d ask me to be your Valentine…,” you spoke your thoughts to Aemond who stopped what he was doing instantly.

He walked over to and gripped your waist to pull you against his broad chest, “we’ve been together for three years, I thought this was a given.” Tilting your head up you shook your head, “nope, it is a question to be taken seriously.”

Aemond rolled his eyes playfully, “would you do me the honor and be my Valentine?” He looked down at you with a teasing smirk.

You pretended to think hard, “well…, I don’t know…,” you played the game and were tickled in response, “Aemond,” you giggled. He stopped tickling you to capture your lips in a breathtaking kiss, it knocked all air from your lungs.

“Yes, I will be your Valentine,” you said breathlessly after Aemond pulled back. He grinned at you and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Very good choice my love,” he praised you, bucking his hips into you.

Call It What You Want - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

💞Valentine's Day💞

I Wanna Be Your End Game: Modern Aemond Edition

Summary: Your boyfriend Aemond utterly loathes Valentine’s Day. You on the other hand love it. So, you had to find middle ground. And that middle ground was a Targaryen-Hightower-Velaryon Failentine’s Day party hosted at their house. But, as much as you enjoyed that, you simply enjoyed your time with Aemond more.

Words: 1.8k+

Note: The Aemond edition of a Valentine’s Day one-shot where all the family lives at the same house. So it’s just a little bite sized baby. Enjoy love or whatevaaaa

Valentine’s Day was an incredible holiday. I was, definitionally, a lover not a fighter. Love songs were the soundtrack to even the hardest times in my life and I lived to see the hero get the girl in the end - hell, even the villain sometimes if the story called for it. At the end of the day? Even with Valentine’s Day being such a radically commercialized holiday, I still adored it. And for the past four years before this one, my boyfriend had taken it like a champ, even though he loathed the holiday. That was the quiet kind of sweet that Aemond was. The kind that just went to show you didn’t need to have someone screaming their love from the rooftops to know that you are loved.

This year, our fifth consecutive Valentine’s Day felt different though. His family had agreed to host another Valentine’s Day party. But, it seemed like this year Aemond was set in a mood to be…difficult about it. First, he insisted that it wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day theme. No red, pink, or white. No, it had to be a theme for failed love - a Failentine’s Day party as he declared it, draped in blacks and reds alone. And after he somehow got his little brother Daeron to back him, the rest of the family had no choice but to submit to their will. So began the theme and his endless frustration with planning the party that he’d hate regardless of what the theme would end up being. 

Even so, the strangeness didn’t end there. When we woke up this morning, Aemond hardly wanted to stay in bed, hardly wanted to spend a moment together to just appreciate each other’s company. Instead, we woke up and went on a double date with Helaena and her girlfriend for breakfast and then made our way back to the house. And by the end of the day, even though we’d spent time together it hadn’t necessarily felt…romantic.

I sat on the floor of Aemond's bedroom in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup for the night, and listening to my favorite playlist about love. How could I do anything else? It was Valentine’s Day after all, even if Aemond and his brother had demanded that the party be Failentine’s themed instead of Valentine’s themed. Said boyfriend sat on the bed behind me, scrolling through his phone and scowling at my music choices like a disgruntled puppy would. Rising to my feet when I was done, I turned in a dramatic little circle. Aemond didn’t even look up. I pouted.

“How do I look, Aem?” I asked him.

He sighed and sat up, looking at me. He smiled. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” he said. “Obviously.” 

He reached out a hand for me and I took it, letting him pull me into his lap. I went happily and narrowly resisted the urge to bury my face in his neck while my makeup finished setting. He ran a hand up and down my waist, smirking while he looked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. I brushed a strand of his fine platinum hair back from his face and blew a kiss at him trying to avoid smearing my lipstick.

“Thank you, baby,” I said grinning.

“Of course, Y/N,” he said. He looked serious. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I assured him, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. “Every day. Endlessly.”

“You’re sweet,” he said, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. He smiled slightly. “Do you want me to give you your present now, my love?”

My smile brightened slightly, surprised. “You got me a present? You didn’t have to,” I said.

“So you tell me every year,” he said, rolling his eyes. He gently maneuvered me off of his lap and stood up, walking to his closet. “And yet I do. Every year. Because it’s your favorite holiday for some reason. So stop. I’ll keep getting you gifts.”

I smiled, and leaned back on my hands, watching as he searched for whatever he’d stored in the closet for me. “Then yes. I will take the present now. And I’ll give you yours,” I stated. I rose to my own feet and moved over to my bag, pulling out the gift that I’d carefully wrapped for Aemond weeks prior. Then, I made my way over to the bed and sat again, crossing my legs so he’d have space to sit down again when he came over. I thrust the gift into his hands immediately, nearly making him drop the gift he held in his hand - also wrapped, surprisingly. He glared at me, I merely smiled back.

“You open first,” I insisted.

“What a shock,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to my temple, even as he playfully rolled his eyes.

He carefully started to peel the wrapping paper off of the gift that I’d gotten him and I nearly vibrated in my excitement. As the paper fell and he actually registered what he was seeing, he looked at me in utter shock. I nodded eagerly and he took the gift out gingerly, a look of utter reverence on his face. I grinned at his reaction as his eyes drank in the sight before him. It was an early edition of Friedrich Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy. A book that he’d been searching for over the course of the past two years at least. Something that I had pulled every string I’d ever had to find and acquire in time to make this happen.

“Y/N…holy fucking…how did you get this?” Aemond asked, wonder in his voice.

“Love can make magic happen,” I said, grinning at him. He looked at me, unimpressed. “I just had some feelers out looking for it. And someone was able to come through. That’s all.”

He leaned over and held my face in both hands, leaning his forehead against mine. “You…you are a fucking goddess, my love,” he said. He looked at me, frowning. “You’re making my gift seem inadequate.”

It was my turn to frown. “You could give me a used napkin and I’d save it for a scrapbook about us, you nerd. Shut up,” I said fondly.

“Thank you, my love,” he said reverently, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Of course,” I said, eyes sparkling. “Happy to do it. Thrilled, actually.”

He sighed and placed the book very gently on his nightstand where there was no chance of it getting disturbed. Then, he reached over and gingerly picked up my gift, putting it in my hands. Before I could open it, he caught my hands and looked at me. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too,” I replied softly, adoration tinting each word. I grinned at him and then started to gently unwrap the gift. Based on its shape I’d been expecting a jewelry box and I hadn’t been disappointed. I opened the lid gently and gaped at what I found. My voice raised at least an octave. “You thought I’d be disappointed with this?”

Sitting, gently cushioned in the box, was a matching necklace and ring. Both had marquise-style sapphires at their center, surrounded by halos of diamonds. I looked at them in awe, holding them up to my face just so I could see their brilliance up close. I looked at Aemond, my jaw falling open and tears filling my eyes.

“Sapphires?” I asked, voice wobbling.

“Sapphires,” he said, taking my free hand in his. “Do you want me to help you put on the necklace, my love?” I nodded, sniffling. He gently did so and then I looked down at the ring, half-leaning into his side. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Consider the necklace a reminder that I’m always with you.” He turned my face to his. “And consider the ring a reminder of the promise that I want you to be my wife someday.”

“Aemond,” I said, on the verge of tears. I took the ring out and slipped it on my finger just so I could throw the box out of my way and throw my arms around his neck. I squeezed him a moment, relishing in the feel of his arms around me. Then, I pulled back from the embrace and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you. So much.”

“And I love you too,” he said. He paused a minute as he held me and then let out a sigh when I pulled back, dabbing away the scarce few tears that had fallen. “Do we really have to go downstairs?” And he was borderline pouting as he asked. 

If I listened hard enough I could hear the faint music playing from downstairs calling to me, begging me to come downstairs and dance. I frowned looking at my boyfriend. Then I glanced down at the gift I still held in my hands. The most heartfelt present that he’d ever given me - and gods be good that was saying something. Something big. And in my heart, it didn’t matter at all how alluring the party downstairs was. There’d always be another party. But today? On Valentine’s Day? All that mattered to me was Aemond.

“No. We don’t,” I declared.

He immediately looked surprised. “Y/N I was just kidding,” he stated. “We can go, obviously.”

“No,” I refused. “I’d rather be with you.” I laughed. “I wish we would’ve decided before I’d put on makeup, but hey, you win some you lose some.” I slumped back onto the bed, sprawling out and stretching my hands behind my head. “But I’m not moving from this room. I’m just not. All I want today?” I reached out and took his hand. I looked down at the sapphire ring that was on my finger…at our intertwined hands. Yeah. I didn’t need to go downstairs. “All I want is you.” I smiled at him. “You are what makes Valentine’s Day special. You. Your love. That’s it. No one else’s. I’ll be damned if I waste the time that I have where I can remind you of that.”

“You are a fucking angel, my love,” Aemond said, leaning over to kiss me deeply. I sighed into the kiss, moving happily as he led. When he pulled back he laughed. “Your lipstick does not pass the kiss test, Y/N. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn’t go down if you were going to look like a clown the moment I kissed you.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” I complained. “Get your ass back over here and keep fucking it up then. Make it a real fucking disaster for me to get off later.”

He smirked and leaned down, hovering over my lips for a moment. “Your wish is my command, my love,” he said in a faux innocent tone. Then, he finished leaning over and captured my lips once more as if to devour me. I eagerly let him.

A very happy Valentine’s Day it would be, indeed.

modern!aemond x fem!reader where they live a nice, domestic life. they loveeee their morning cuddles with eachother. (and sometimes shower sex too)

they decide to go out one night and go to a local bar/pub. as aemond heads off to get their drinks, a man walks trying to start a nice conversation with her but slowly starts flirting with her as well. aemond sees that and manages to get the man to leave. aemond then takes her out somewhere secluded and away from the bar showing her who she belongs too.

please?

thanks for the lovely request, i tried to do my best, hope you like it. requests are open!!

it's a soft morning with your boyfriend aemond targaryen. sunlight in the room, you in the bed wrapped around him. almost every morning comes and goes like this one, feeling like there is nothing else other than you two.

his mornings belong to you; cuddling, kissing, having sleepy talks about the day and he loves this. he usually wakes up before you, but today you have the chance to see him asleep, as you wake up before him. his face looks relaxed and free of worry wrinkles he gets because of his family or his studies. his mouth slightly curved and his platinum blonde hair spread on the comfortable pillow. his arm is around your waist like it always is.

you get closer to him and position yourself on top of him, your elbows are on his pillow next to his head, you start kissing his neck, little and soft kisses but they are enough to wake him up. he brings his arm to your neck, holding you there and not letting you go. soft mumblings as you kiss his neck and louder groan when you bite a sensitive spot teasingly. he switches your places, kissing you when you're under him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

"good morning, baby girl."

"good morning, love."

"slept well?"

"yes, but i think we need to get out of the bed, i have an early class today."

"i know your class schedule, we have enough time for a coffee and quick breakfast."

"hmm, what about shower?" you have a smile on your face, you know he can't resist anything when you smile like this, joyful sparks in your eyes, "would you like to join me?"

"well, you know i can't say no to you."

you get out of bed, taking off your shirt and your underwear. you are completely naked in front of him, he gets closer to you. he takes off his clothes and you wrap your legs around him, let him carry you to the bathroom.

under the water, you let yourself relax against your boyfriend's muscular chest, his arm sneaks around your waist, your hair slowly gets wet and falls on your shoulders. still holding on to him, you feel his hardness against your backside. you turn around facing him, holding his free hand and leading it between your legs. he looks so good under the water, his hair wet and shiny, waterdrops on his muscles. you desire him, your arms around his neck, not breaking the eye contact, he has his fingers on your swollen clit. he slowly rubs it, your eyes close for a moment.

"tell me what you want and it's yours, my love."

"your fingers. inside me, please."

"just my fingers?"

you shake your head, dizzy with the pleasure of warm water on your body and his skillful fingers on your clit. 

"aemond.."

"it's alright, i know what you want."

his fingers are inside you finally, you lean against the wall, his other hand holding your waist to help you with your balance. he moves his fingers in a way that you can't explain even in your right mind, his touches are only the ones you can get from someone who knows your body well, like him.

he feels your walls clenching hard around his fingers and once he makes sure you're ready, he lifts you up, your legs around him and his cock inside you. your arms around him, moans and whimperings make echoes in the bathroom. he is strong enough to control both of your bodies. he moves inside you, too beautiful and too sweet.

"i'm so close, aemond."

"i can feel it love, let go of yourself i will hold you."

you completely trust him and with a silent scream of his name, you come around his cock. he lets you have your peak, then pulls his cock out of you and comes on your lower abdomen. his breathing is quick, while yours is slow. after a delightful minute, you are on your feet, smiling satisfied. 

"feeling okay?"

"hmm, it was perfect."

he smirks at your words, starts washing your hair. he massages your scalp which feels so good, you can sleep right here. after your hair, you help him with his hair, almost jealous of how soft and beautiful it is.

with your bodies cleaned as well, you and aemond get out of shower, drying and wearing your clothes for the day. drinking coffee with a quick breakfast, both of you leave home for your classes, in the university you both attend.

today feels like the busiest day ever, you are about to burst into tears. after the blissful morning with aemond; because of your classes, assignments and lectures you feel like the morning was only a dream and you're stuck in this university-looking reality. finally it's over and you can take a deep breath. you don't see aemond during the day and you call him, only to find out he is just as tired and bored as you. 

he offers to go to a local pub, but not the one that has half of school every night, the one which has more quiet and calming vibe, possibly just a few people from school. you happily accept the offer and decide to meet him there. 

turns out, you both need a night out, talking, listening the songs the band plays and drinking. you are the type of person who gets drunk easier when you're tired, so you feel dizziness coming to you after a few drinks. he drinks slower than you, enjoying the moment, listening your words carefully and answering you, talking about anything and everything.

you finish your glass and realize his glass is empty too.

"another one, sweetheart?"

"yes, please."

he nods and walks away to get drinks. you pay more attention to the song playing when he is not here, it's one of your favorite songs, you start mumbling the lyrics and smiling. you see a man approaching you, not aemond, someone you don't know. you don't think he will talk to you, and don't really want to meet someone right now so you wait.

to your suprise, he actually talks to you.

"you like this song? i saw you singing to yourself, it's one of my favorites."

he seems kind and harmless so you answer back.

"yes, it's one of my favorites too."

slowly the conversation turns into something about songs and bands. he is a nice guy, handsome and charming maybe but you don't care. you already have the man who is nice, handsome and charming. you just enjoy a nice chat while waiting for aemond.

after a few minutes, you look around for aemond but he is not there. the guy who talks to you leans closer and says,

"do you wanna go somewhere else to drink or dance?"

you shake your head, and feel a hand on your lower waist. your boyfriend is there leaving your drink in front of you and looking at the guy with curious, stern eyes.

"she's with me."

the guy seems suprised, looking at you with a slight, stupid smirk on his face.

"we've been talking for minutes now, and she didn't say anything."

you look at him with confused eyes,

"why would i say something about my relationship in a normal conversation about songs?"

aemond senses your uncomfortable state, clearly you don't see the guy's real purpose. he starts to feel angry and tense.

"well, beautiful, you should have said that you have a boyfriend so i wouldn't waste my time here, talking with a girl who's not available."

you stare at his face with frustration, ready to make a comment that will put him in his place but your boyfriend is faster than you.

"if you don't want to waste your time in hospital, full of bruises i'd suggest you apologise for your shitty words and leave here without looking at her side again."

his voice is the coldest you hear, so calm yet so dangerous. the guy holds himself back, his eyes looking elsewhere.

"i'm sorry."

you don't say anything, he leaves. aemond holds you and helps you stand up. he cups your face around his hands,

"are you okay, my love?"

"yes. just angry maybe. can we leave?"

"of course."

he leads you out of the local pub. holding your waist, walking fast. there is a dark alley after a few blocks and he holds your hand, walking towards it. you walk with him but don't understand why he brings you here.

"aemond, why did we c-"

he holds you against the wall of a building, there is no light so you can't be seen by people. it's just you and him. his breathing hot against your lips.

he kisses you hungrily, holding your cheeks, caressing your hair. he keeps kissing you until he gets enough of it.

"are you okay, my love?"

he nods. he is angry, still but doesn't want to show it to you. there is something wrong with the situation, the way a man can think of his girl that way makes his blood boil. he gets jealous easily which doesn't help.

he thinks of anything that can harm you when he's not there, you are slightly drunk and don't think badly of a person who approaches to you and talks to you. there is nothing wrong with you. you are perfect and aemond wants to protect you from those who can think wrong of you.

"i just need you all for myself for a moment."

"i'm safe, aemond. i can take care of myself."

"i know you can take care of yourself, love. it's not about that."

he kisses you again and you don't resist, you know what he means. you bring your hand to his belt and open it, his trousers next. you take his cock out of his boxer and stroking it slowly.

"relax, love. you know we belong to each other."

he kisses your neck while touches you under your skirt. pulls your underwear to the side and puts his fingers inside you. the thought of your boyfriend touching you in a dark alley makes your legs shaking.

"you like this? being touched by me in an alley where anyone can walk in?"

"they will not see anything even if they come."

"yes, but they can hear your pretty sounds meant for me. can you be quiet for me, love?"

"hmm." you nod.

"good girl."

he lifts you and puts his cock inside you, the same position you have in the morning. this time he is not the calm, relaxed man; he is angry and fast who makes you wetter with groans in your ear and hands cupping your ass. his thrusts become faster and faster, you try to be quiet just like you said you would be, but it's too hard not to make any noise when it's so good. you bite his neck, bruising it, marking your spot.

he slows down and enjoys the last moments of your wetness, his breathing is slow as well.

"i'm going to come."

"inside me, aemond."

he relaxes and comes inside of you while rubbing your clit. your silent moans become a song meant only for his ears. finally you feel yourself clenching and coming around him. your legs are limp, you hold on to his neck to keep your balance. he stays inside you for a few more seconds. when you're on your feet, he helps you with your skirt and you help him with his trousers and his belt.

he kisses you, this time he's tired and calmer. you look at him with a knowing smile on your face.

"it's not about fucking possessing you. i just can't stand the idea of you with another man."

"we just proved ourselves that we belong together my love. i'm yours. not about the fucking possession, but still yours."

he kisses you with love. "and i'm yours."

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morning sex and aftercare with modern!aemond

as always he wakes up before you. the sunlight slowly makes its way into your room and aemond opens his eye with a frown on his face. he doesn't like waking up this early all the time, but it's a inevitable habit of his because he works too much.

he looks at you, sleeping next to him soundly, white sheets wrapped around your waist. visions of last night come to him slowly, you on top of him, under him, next to him; relieving all the tension you have, coming around him, trying to make him understand how much you love him. he teases you, try to make you come as many times as you want, you kiss him, your nails on his back as you mark him yours.

you must be exhausted after last night, he thinks. his good girl. he brings his long, elegant fingers to your hair; absent-mindedly playing with your soft locks. he tries to enjoy this stolen moments, too early in the morning, he can see and admire how beautiful you look with the sunlight on your body. he doesn't want to leave your bed, your warmth that he loves so much. he can stay here a little more he thinks, it's still early for responsibilities.

he holds you closer, you make soft noises as his arms cover you. slowly, you open your eyes, your back leans into his muscular chest. you can feel him behind you and sleep leaves your body as you teasingly touch his half hard cock with your ass. he brings his hand to your lower abdomen and pulls you closer. your breathing quickens as you feel him between your legs. you want to keep teasing him as he did to you last night, but it's so sweet to have this friction on your slightly wet cunt. you move back and forth again, try to make him believe you're still asleep. he whispers to your ear,

"i know you're awake, sweet girl."

you pretend not to hear him, softly mumbling sleepy words. you move again, having him trapped between your legs.

"the first thing you do in the morning is teasing me, hmm? my perfect girl. go ahead, pretend you're asleep and use me for your pleasure."

you sigh, sleepy but awake. he holds you closer again, moves his fully hard cock between your thighs. you don't like this position, you want all of him inside you. you know he doesn't give you what you want when you pretend you're asleep. you have to reveal your awakeness for the sweet release you want.

"still not giving up? i know you want this my love, turn around and open your eyes for me."

with a swift movement, you are on top of him, your nails are on his chest.

"you want me awake? i'm sure that can be arranged."

"there you are, my wild girl. what will you do now, hmm?"

you have a fake pout on your face, he thinks you look incredibly charming when you do that. you have the control of him, he loves it.

"i wanted to feel you, but you're a stubborn man, not giving me what i want."

"wrong. i always give you what you want, only not when you tease me."

you move your hands lower, to the center of his desire. he doesn't stop you, wants you to touch him, to control him the way you need. you lick the palm of your hand and take his cock in your hand stroking him.

"you like this, my love?"

"fuck, yes." he hisses. "just like that."

you keep stroking him with your fingers, you know how he likes you to touch him, you memorized every sensitive spot on his body through your relationship. leaning into his chest, you let him feel your teeth around his nipples or on the soft spot between his neck and his shoulder. he groans, arching his back to you.

"i'm going to come if you keep doing that."

"that's the point of it my love, let yourself have this pleasure."

you move your hand faster around him, his breathing quick and impatient. you feel how close he is, he is moments away from relaxing. finally, one last touch of your fingers and he comes around your fingers with a soft groan. he looks gorgeous like this, his face without that stern look he has for everyone and his body is limp under you. you are deeply in love with him, it feels like your heart is clenching for him and the way he looks right now.

"you look perfect my love." you say with a smile on your face.

"i believe you with that baby." he touches your thighs and brings his hand between your legs.

"you are so wet from giving pleasure to me, aren't you?"

you lead his fingers inside you. one finger, then two. moving on top of him while his fingers are inside you.

"it's not enough, aemond please."

"shh, beautiful. let me help."

he lays you under him, you look exquisite with all the sunshine inside the room. he watches the way your breasts move with your quick breath. he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and bruising it in a perfectly painful way. you hold his platinum hair, pull him closer to your breast. his fingers are on your other nipple, giving you the attention just the right way. his fingertips are on your skin, moving down to your cunt. he finds your clit, pressing it, you are already sensitive and his fingers on your clit are your favorite. you get wetter, like it's possible, coating his fingers.

"please, inside me now."

"so demanding. be patient baby girl."

"i didn't tease you, that's not fair."

he chuckles darkly, and you realize he is hard again. first, you feel him on your thigh, then on your cunt. he is inside you in one swift movement. you moan his name, arching your back and holding on to his neck. he holds you and pulls you on top of him as he sits down on bed. you desperately kiss his lips, moaning as he suddenly hits your g-spot.

"yes, yes so good."

"come on baby, just like that. you look so good on top of me."

you keep moving, grinding on him, love the way his cock hits on that perfect spot inside you.

"i'm so close, so close aemond."

he smiles, kisses you, and helps you move.

"this is perfect isn't it? you are so tight around me, so wet."

"aemond, faster please. i want it faster."

"as you wish my love."

he lays you on bed again, moving faster and harder inside you, feels how you get even tighter around his cock. it takes three more thrusts for you to moan his name deeply and arching your back to him. holding on to him as you come, your eyes closed and tears of pleasure come down on your cheeks. he kisses your lips as his second orgasm hits him. he comes between your tighs, falling on top of you. breathing heavily, he holds you in his arms, kissing your hair and your tear-covered cheeks.

"how do you feel, my love?"

"perfectly exhausted. i don't want to leave this bed, aemond."

"then stay here baby, i'll be right back."

he leaves the bed, goes to the bathroom and cleans himself with a soft towel. bringing another towel to bed for you, he makes you spread your legs and cleans you as well, taking the dirty sheets with him, puts everything into the washing machine. he puts on a clean underwear and sweatpants.

fixing his hair quickly, he goes to kitchen, preparing two cups of coffee just the way you like. he puts the coffee mugs on your nightstand, helps you wear a clean underwear and one of his t-shirts. he hands you the coffee mug and smiles, adoring his beautiful girl.

he loves to have all your mornings just like this one, sunlight fills your room, the time for your classes in university and his works in the office approaches, both of you satisfied and relaxed. he confesses his love for you, as you drink your coffee, kisses your lips once more and all ready for a busy day.

modern Aemond headcanons

I HAD A VISION

this one is born to succeed

his either into fencing or calisthenic, possibly even both

listening to classical music while studying

and he’s studying a lot, may I add

also, he’s reading a lot too, is a slut for Dostoyevsky

Crime and Punishment has a special place in his heart…

enjoys self-help books for personal development

something like atomic habits, 48 laws of power etc.

wakes up early, follows a productive morning routine

admires Machiavelli and Johan Liebert

has led lights in his room

and as we are talking about his room let me say it’s immaculate

Aemond's a history buff

enjoys discussing politics and philosophy especially

the Borgia family intrigues him deeply

perfectionist in various aspects, well organised

not a fan of going to the cinema

either avoids social media entirely or has accounts but rarely use it

has his !emo boy! moments here and there

likes to play knife game

speaks more than one language for sure

write from time to time, usually some thoughtful essays

listens to $uicideboy$ and phonk when he feels super edgy

is stargazing in secret

actually he’s quite sweet if you get to know him more

but it’s hard to get to know him more… :(

he wishes for someone who would understand

his day is incomplete without unhealthy amounts of coffee

helping Aegon do his homework even though he’s younger

genuinely likes spending time with his mother, they talk a lot and go on coffee dates

frenemies with Luke...

has soft spot for Helaena, would do anything for his sis

drives Helaena to her therapy sessions, always, without fail and never complains about it

likes the idea of stoicism but lack the patience, gets a little bit to silly sometimes…

wearing black (well, isn’t that obvious?)

is rocking that adidas black set look

or dark leather jacket with straight pants…

his hair is his crown, he puts much effort into it even though he denies it

Aegon teases him about it without no end

favours Calvin Klein boxers, wears them on a daily basis

plus points if wearing cool rings

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♡ when Aemond has a crush on you ♡ (modern) headcanons

he hides it well; Aemond is not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. At first, it's hard to tell he has a crush on you because he is cold and seems indifferent. he observes, weights his options

he keeps his distance at first; both emotionally and physically. his behaviour might even make you think he hates you, though it's quite the opposite of course, he just have problems with showing his feelings :((

but (!) his piercing gaze always finds you. his eye follows you discreetly, hungry and restless

when he's near you, his body language is a mix of nervousness and inner pride. he wants to please you which is a weird feeling for Aemond, so his fingers may fidget a little, but still; he stands tall

he quickly learns your daily routine and starts showing up in places you frequent. these "coincidental" meetings are his way of staying close without being too obvious (in his head at lest)

you quickly learn he uses a lot of sarcasm, but you learn to enjoy this side of his, actually he's quite funny

if you ask him for a favour, he might act like it's a bother, but he always does it, despite his outward coldness

sooo.... as you can see he's a little lost, unsure, but(!) this one time when his brother Aegon makes crude, inappropriate joke about you, Aemond's anger flares and that's when he truly realises his feelings for you may run deeper than he'd like to admit

Aemond tries to be more straight-forward at this point. he assist you whenever he can, subtly offering help here and there, giving you this little smirks of his

he often asks you random questions about your life (often very specific), wanting to know everything about you and it's quite endearing that he's so focused on you

stil he respects your space! or at least tries to. he doesn't want to intimidate you or make you uncomfortable with his presence (most of the time), even though being near you all the time is what he would prefer

he spent many sleepless nights analysing your conversations and overall every aspect of you

long walks; during those you talk about trivial things and deeper subjects like psychology, philosophy, or your favourite books and movies. Aemond is silently enjoying when you put your hand on his arm during those walks. these moments are when he feels most connected to you, when he melts more and more...

because finding someone attractive is one thing, but finding someone attractive and genuinely interesting is a whole new level and at this point Aemond is charmed, really charmed

encouraged by this connection growing between you, Aemond asks you out. and let me tell you- he's SERVING! like he arrives at your home to pick you up, greets you with a gentle kiss on the hand and a soft smile, the kind that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach

and he smells so gooooood!!!!! I just know it

at dinner he pulls out your chair, ensuring you're comfortable before taking his own seat. throughout the meal, he’s attentive and considerate, paying for dinner without hesitation (duhh)

his eye contact is intense, making it clear he finds you captivating

about the first kisss.... at first it's gentle and tentative, almost like he's testing the waters. he would begin by leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against yours lightly, his hand cupping your jaw. he would look deep into your eyes, waiting for silent approval and when he gets it, he smiles and you smile too

as the kiss deepens, you’d feel the intensity building. the touch of his lips would become firmer, his body pressing you closer as he wraps his arms around you. his grip might grow more insistent, almost aggressive, as he pulls you in tight, the kiss becoming more passionate and intense. there's a raw edge to it, as if he's letting go of the restraint he's been holding onto, revealing the fire and desire that’s been simmering just beneath the surface

when you gasp softly against his lips, Aemond is losing control. his hand moves down to grab your ass, pulling you even closer, your lips crash and then he suddenly halts. moving back just enough to regain some composure. he's breathing heavily, trying to steady himself, his eye fixed on you with a mix of desire and restraint

"We should probably slow down, but I really don't want to."

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— teach me how to break you

Sugar Daddy Aemond x Fem!Reader

Summary: Exhausted, trying to balance college student life with multiple shifts working at the small bookstore to make ends meet, you find yourself completely turned upside down when a platinum-haired CEO turns his attention to you.

Anne's note: this story is based on this request from a dear anon. Thanks for this and I hope you like it ;)

Dividers: @v6que

Visual inspiration for Aemond - @catb0yfriend

Rating: Explicit +18

PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

English is not my first language.

Some days, you feel like you're living through pivotal days and never paying enough attention to notice. The days came and went, a constant grind of collegework and double shifts that are so monotonous you would have believed someone had just copied and pasted it into your life. A repetition of more of the same. There were certainly some variations in the faces that passed through the little bookstore you work at, but for every memorable customer there was at least one regular to remind you that your life is subject to an endless routine.

There was only one face that broke the monotonous cycle of your life: a customer with white hair, wearing an eye patch and a gaze so blue that it almost looks purple under the store's warm lights.

Unlike most regular customers, who religiously stop by on their breaks from college and work, his appearance didn't seem to be planned. Sometimes you held your breath and twisted your fingers around each other wondering when he would arrive – because he always appeared at some point. Not every day of couse, after all, no one reads a book a day. But at least once a week.

That your break from the monotony depended on the arrival of an unpredictable customer is not lost on you, but there is something about him that always makes your heart stop. He's unfairly handsome, so much so that you almost forgot how the gift of speech worked the first time he appeared. You never exchanged words other than book requests and recommendations, and that's okay. Judging by the suits and clothes he always wore, it's obvious that he is stupidly rich and way out of your league.

But that didn't stop your heart from stuttering every time he walked through the door, practically exuding wealth and power just by his gait, someone clearly used to commanding an entire room. He always asked your opinion on what he should read this time, so you usually already had your lines planned for when he showed up.

“Good morning, sir”, you used to greet him, already with a book in your hands, ready to start your little, rehearsed speech about why he should really read it.

To which he usually curls his lips into something that looks more like a smirk than a real smile, but is dazzling nonetheless. He would take the book from your smaller hands, not even bothering to leaf through it to see if it was really worth buying (his confidence in your recommendation always made your breathing quicken) and say: “Thank you for this, princess.”

That had always been the extent of the conversation between the two of you, and maybe you were imagining things, but with each passing day it seemed like the heat in his blue eye seemed to grow, the quirk of his lips getting closer to something more genuine.

Breaking the sameness of your days depended on this man. But when he left, you went back to drowning in that sea of repetition and boredom.

But just when you thought you were really going to succumb to the drudgery and exhausting work your life has become, something happens to finally break your routine. A phone call, coming right after your lunch break, where the customer flow is low enough to leave your manager running the store alone, who smiles permissibly.

You enter the back room, frowning when you see the call is from your landlord.

"Hello?"

“Hello, Miss Y/N. This phone call will be accompanied by an email and a letter so you have everything in writing, but I am calling to let you know in advance that we will be increasing the rent on all rentals next month.”

You sigh and close your eyes tightly. "How much will this increase be?"

“For your rent, there will be a monthly increase of 30% of the current value.”

God. You could barely survive on rent, uni bills and daily expenses, and that amount would be almost an entire extra week of work.

“I know times are tough right now, Miss Y/N, that’s why I wanted to give you as much notice as possible. I'm very sorry."

“Thanks for letting me know,” you mumble, not feeling the least bit grateful. You hang up the phone, trying to take a deep breath to regain your composure before getting back to work.

You were doing your best not to panic, wondering how you could afford the rent increase. You were living paycheck to paycheck and didn't have enough saved for a deposit to move somewhere more affordable.

Your head was going crazy, and even though you had tried to get back into customer service, your manager, Catelyn, seemed to understand everything.

“You got some bad news back there, I presume?”

You bit your lip. “Would it be possible to increase my shifts at the store?”

“Increase your shifts?” Catelyn repeated in disbelief. “Honey, you already work twice as hard almost every day. You’re working yourself to the bone as it is.”

“Maybe I could take sundays?”

The older woman narrows her green eyes. “This is your only day off a week, Y/N. When will you have time for uni?”

“I know, I know...but they just raised my rent, Catelyn,” you said calmly, willing your voice not to crack. “I won’t be able to pay uni and rent any other way.”

Your manager pursed her lips. “Let me check the books, maybe we can give you a pay raise. I’ll try everything I can to help, girl.”

You almost lose your grip on your knees at the wave of relief that rushes through your body. “Thank you, Catelyn, really.”

The older woman clicks her tongue, offering you a motherly pinch on your cheek before she slips behind the store, leaving the customer management to you.

You look down the aisles of books, cheeks burning when you realize that he is standing near one of the shelves, blue gaze boring into you intensely. You blush from the roots of your hair to your toes, plastering an apologetic smile on your face.

"My apologies for the wait, sir, I'll show you what I've set aside for you today."

You take on the task of showing him a book you think would interest him, grateful for the distraction and the excuse to duck your head out of his sight, praying he hasn't heard too much of your conversation with Catelyn. The most embarrassing situation of your life.

When you slide behind the counter to collect payment, the real value of the book is replaced by one brilliant Benjamin Franklin. At first, you don't mind, taking the bill from his fingers as you politely ask, "How would you like your change back, sir?"

“Keep it,” he said with a shrug, like it was no big deal.

You paused, blinking your eyes wide. Astonished. “You don’t have to do that, sir. It’s very generous, but there’s no need.”

He just smiles, a subtle stretch of his lips, but this one is much more genuine than the others. "I insist. See you next week, princess."

Completely stunned, you split the $100 into the correct change, adding it to the tip jar. “Okay,” you murmur, touched by a stranger’s generosity.

That was until he tried it again the following week.

“Sir, I really can’t accept this,” you say firmly. “It’s very generous.”

He raises a perfectly groomed blond brow. “From what I heard last week, it sounds like you need some extra help.”

“I’m not looking for a benefactor,” you say immediately, cheeks flushing at the assurance that he had heard everything. “I don’t feel comfortable accepting that kind of money from a stranger.”

He just smiles and extends his hand. A large hand, with long fingers adorned with rings that were probably worth more than your apartment, veins high on his pale skin. “Aemond.”

"Sorry?"

“Aemond Targaryen. My name. So now we’re not strangers, right?”

You couldn't help your small laugh of disbelief, reaching out your own smaller hand to shake his. “I'm afraid that knowing your name does little to change the fact that you are a stranger to me.”

It takes him a moment to let go of your hand, and you cough a little to cover it up, shaking your head and handing the change back to him, but you can do little about the fact that he immediately puts the change in the tip jar and continues on his way to the door without saying anything else. Leaving behind only a gentle sway of his long silver ponytail down his back.

The next time he walks in, you point your finger at him threateningly, which he seems to find very amusing, if the raise of his brows and the small smile on his lips said anything. “I won’t recommend any book to you until you promise me you won’t leave me a tip, sir.”

He just tilts his head to the side. “That’s unconventional, I must say.”

You look at him with a heavy gaze, and with a sigh, he relents, raising his palms peacefully. “I promise I won’t tip you, princess. Better that way?"

You huff and turn your face so your hair covers your cheeks, to hide how red you get every damn time he calls you that way. But as you turn towards one of the shelves, you could swear you hear him laughing.

When it was time to get paid, to your relief, he actually didn't tip you. He just squints at you and says, “See you next week, princess.”

In fact, next week, Aemond returns to pay the actual value of the product, much to your peace of mind and his seemingly endless fun. And while you can control the overly generous customer – who at least now has a name – there's still the dilemma of being able to pay your rent and uni bills.

Honestly, sometimes it feels like you're going crazy.

“Yes, I still consider you one,” you state, raising an brow, your heart slightly racing as it always does in this man’s intense presence.

“Would you still say we are complete strangers to each other?” he asks you on a wednesday afternoon.

“What can I do to change this?” Aemond asks, leaning forward. That voice was like sex and sin and made the salivary glands in the back of your mouth yearn for more. He still hadn't paid for the new book – even though there was no one in row of payment, it makes you nervous, as you don't have any excuse to avoid the conversation. “Can I take you to dinner, maybe?”

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't tempted. But… “Honestly, Aemond, my schedule is crazy. I barely have time to eat a cereal bar, let alone go out to dinner.”

His lips twitched, as if trying not to smile. You can't even imagine what could have been amusing about what you said, but at least he finally handed you the money.

“I think I like it better when you call me sir.”

Something about the implication of those words made you feel like you'd swallowed a hummingbird, and it was still fluttering in your chest. Once again, you pray your blush isn't obvious when you hand him back his change, barely paying attention as he drops it into the tip jar and leaves.

You sigh shakily, allowing yourself to look from beneath your lashes at the man's broad back as he walks away. An arm with defined muscles is raised as his cell phone rings, straining gently against the thin, immaculately pressed white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up just below the elbow as the man begins talking on the phone. Silver hair swinging down the length of his back in its loose style today. Your eyes trail down his other arm which is buried deep in a dark blue pocket of expensive looking pants, pulling the material over the prettiest ass you had ever seen in your life. The man walked with a purposeful swagger that exuded so much confidence that it always left you weak in the knees.

Aemond Targaryen is an unattainable dream.

Totally out of your league.

Your heart skips a beat as you close the book cover with a loud snap, struggling to push it under your chest as you turn to look into your customer's blue eye. Aemond's smile is damning on the best of days, but directed at you now, in this specific situation, as he eclipses the soft light of the hallway entrance behind him - it makes your stomach tighten.

"What are you reading?"

You're still at work, but the book you wanted finally arrived at the store and you couldn't resist reading a little, taking advantage of the slow moving hours...

"No!" You widen your eyes and try to hold the thing in your fingers. But it's too late. Your breath catches against your chest as Aemond pulls the book up and towards him.

“A Court Of Silver Flames, hmm? Princess, I must say I didn’t know you enjoyed this kind of reading.”

You squirm in embarrassment, wanting to disappear off the face of the earth when he effortlessly opens the page you marked and were reading before he caught you in the act. Your face burns, your lips open and then close in abject horror as Aemond's single eye scans the filthy words of the book. His smile is particularly mischievous as he mutters: 'Cassian pounded into her, a hand moving from her hip to her hair, tugging her head back, baring her throat. She gave herself over to it, to him, and the lack of control was so heady, so pleasurable that she could barely stand it. He thrust harder, so deep with this angle that she might have been screaming again, she might have been crying.' - Y/N, darling...I'm blushing."

“You – this, this is none of your business.” you grumble with a frown, trying to reach for the book as he stifles a laugh at the sight of your futile effort. "Besides, I can read whatever I want. I'm an adult."

The smile slowly diminishes on his pretty lips until there is only a slightly mischievous line left, something that is hardly comforting. Dangerous. Even hungry.

"You're absolutely right." He hums slowly, closing the book and holding it out for you to take with a raise of his brow. "You're a big girl, right?" You lift your head to look at him, meeting his warm gaze. The way he asked that question, God. Low and almost animalistic, like a predator that is just stalking its prey. Playing before attacking.

You swallow hard and for a moment both just look at each other. His blue glow is dark as he studies your face with interest, searching for something you can't even begin to guess what it is. Finally, you shyly look away from him and turn to face your collection of books.

“Are you looking for anything in particular tonight, sir?” you ask, deliberately trying to change the subject, not supporting the tense atmosphere that had formed between the two of you.

He hums contently and you feel his gaze finally move away, allowing you to breathe once more. You smooth your hands over the folds of your skirt in an effort to stop the trembling in your fingers.

"Yes, actually yes. There. Pride and Prejudice, the first edition," Aemond states, bending down a little to point to one of the novels stacked among the others. “I'm looking to complete my collection of Austen's works. 'I'll be unhappy if you don't have an excellent library.'”

Oh.

“Huh, I didn’t take you as a Jane Austen type of guy,” you joke, lightly bumping your hip against the side of the bookshelf. “Although I think you can identify with some of the characters. ‘A single man possessing a good fortune’ and all that.”

He laughs softly, standing up straight and looking back at you. “What can I say? I have a bit of a weakness for classic romance.”

"You? A romantic?" You scoff playfully, rolling your eyes at him. “I would really like to see that.” your comment is provocative and amusing, spoken only to lighten the mood. But Aemond doesn't see it that way, apparently.

He stays quiet. Something undeniably shifts in the air as he slowly takes a step towards you to close the distance between the two of you. You look up at him with a shaky sigh and lean against the shelf with an awkward, unsure step as he lowers his head slightly towards you. He looks at you intently. Closely.

"You could?"

You find yourself backing further and further into the shelf behind, your breathing quickening. His arm slides to your side, pinning you against the stacks of books, the long black coat held in the crook of his other arm. You feel his all-masculine weight pressed against you. A delicious and unmistakable aroma of fresh mint, as well as something woody and earthy, envelops your senses like a soft blanket.

“M-Maybe,” you murmur, your slightly wide eyes sweeping over every inch of his inhumanly perfect face, his mysterious eye patch. His soft lips come so close to yours that you can feel him exhale. You close your eyes, preparing to feel his mouth on yours, but instead you feel his face brush against your cheek and you feel his warm breath brush past your ear.

“I could show you,” he purrs as you melt against him - like he’s not a stranger and like you’re not on your fucking work schedule. “I could take care of you, princess. In many, many ways. I would like to do that. I just do things a little...differently than the traditional way,” the last sentence leaving it like a whisper, like a secret. Every inch of your skin tingles as all of your body's feelings seem to focus on the spot between your legs. Your back arches and your nipples ache, straining where his broad chest crushes against yours. You tilt your head back, resting it on the shelf behind, exposing your neck to him. You shudder as you feel his warm bottom lip barely touching the sensitive skin there, a gentle whisper from a caring lover - or a cruel tease from a wicked man. The smallest of moans escape your lips.

And then, he stops.

Aemond straightens his posture and removes his arm from your side. The black turtleneck sweater perfectly hugs his upper body as he straightens up, the dark pants emphasizing the generous length of his legs. He runs his hand through the smooth, silver length of his hair once and takes a deep breath. As if he was seeking some sense of calm. You shiver and swallow hard, your eyes traveling over the pale expanse of his forearms exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater, the veins beneath his skin, the chain around his neck, the expensive watch on his wrist, the long fingers studded with rings...

He's so 'man' it makes your legs weak. If that made any sense.

“But don’t worry, I promise I won’t touch you until I have your legal permission. After all, we need to talk before that,” he states slowly. "Right?" his intense blue gaze refocusing on yours.

You fidget nervously against the bookshelf, playing with the hem of your skirt, your heart beating fast like the wings of a hummingbird.

"Talk about what?" You manage to ask, even though your mind is spinning at the man's unexpected proximity.

He seems to think a little.

"How have you been?" He asks genuinely after a few seconds of silence, looking at you with some concern. “Is college going well? Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Sleep? What is that?" you joke to lighten the mood, though the stern expression doesn’t leave Aemond’s face. You continue: “College is fine. I took two tests this week, but I'm satisfied with my performance. I studied a lot over the weekend.”

“Between the few breaks between working several shifts in a row, you mean,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “You really need to take care of yourself, Y/N. I'm worried about you."

You feel a small tug in your chest as you smile softly. He's worried about you. He, this man oozing wealth and experience from his pores, is thinking of you.

“I could help, you know,” he continues, staring at you and all you can see on his face is sincerity.

What is he looking for, anyway?

"Like what?" you ask, almost shaking with anticipation. You look up to meet his gaze, the air between the two of you becoming almost thick with anticipation.

“As you've probably guessed, I have an abundance of wealth,” he states matter-of-factly, as if asserting that the sky is blue, “but not much to spend it on. So I met you a few months ago." You swallow hard as Aemond continues, “The truth is, I'd like to make sure you're being taken care of, Y/N. It would mean a lot to me if you allowed me to do that."

“What do you mean,” you ask anxiously, “by 'taken care of’?”

“I want to ensure that your college expenses will be taken care of in full,” he replies confidently when you almost choke on your saliva, “both the remaining tuition and loan balance, as well as rent and any other bills you may owe. You would also receive a weekly allowance, which would allow you to just focus on finishing your course without having to work. Although I believe you enjoy working here and don't want to give up all your shifts. Anyway, that should start to cover the bases, right?"

"To start? What else could you want to say?!” you exclaim breathlessly, looking at him in disbelief.

He laughs softly, “Well, princess, there are gifts I would like to give you from time to time. I would really like to provide anything you want or need. Clothes, shoes, books,” he smiles along with the last word. “Anything that makes you happy. I want you to feel comfortable.”

You notice that your mouth has been dry, open easily for a good full minute. You urgently need a glass of water.

Why you? What does he gain from this? What does he want in return?

“And all of this would be in exchange for…?” you question, waiting for the decisive follow-up.

“Your company.” He responds, slowly and seriously. You raise an eyebrow at his response, your stomach sinking with a sensation that is both warm and cold.

The talk comes to a pause when your cell phone screams, startling you and indicating the store's closing time. You shake your head.

"I-I need to close the store. Do you mind...could you...?" Even the words are jumbled in your mind.

"Don't worry. I'll wait." Aemond smiles understandably, stepping aside so you could begin the closing routine.

The gaze is on you every step of the way, from the moment you check the cash register, to when you pick up the keys to lock the door.

“Allow me...” He whispers when you finish and grab your coat, the chilly breeze outside sending goose bumps across your skin. You nod shyly, letting him help you put on your coat, his fingers lingering a little longer than they should on your skin. "How do you plan to get home?"

Nervousness churns in your stomach as the two of you walk down the sidewalk, your hand just inches from his. The breeze hits the sensitive skin of your ears, though you can't do anything but focus on the strange wall of heat between the two of you, arms close enough to accidentally brush every now and then. Or is it on purpose?

"Uber." You answer.

"I think so. Come on, my driver will drop you off at home." He doesn't really give you time to respond, but you still gasp when you suddenly feel the gentle presence of his sizable hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards a stupidly modern black car. He nods to the driver, who politely opens the back door for the two of you to get in.

The interior of the car is cozy and as sophisticated as the outside, with a partition that separates the place where you are and the driver.

You mumble your address and Aemond repeats it to the driver, using an internal type of communication.

Aemond Targaryen is like Bruce freaking Wayne.

Not wanting to drop the previous topic, you whisper hesitantly, “So…exactly what does ‘my company’ entail in this case?”

“Of course,” he continues, chuckling lightly at you for returning to the subject of your own free will. “I would like to see you three times a week at least. Our time together will be treated with the utmost privacy. My priority is to keep you protected from the public eye. All power in this arrangement begins and ends with you, Y/N. You can choose to break the contract at any time. At that point, you can keep anything given to you, and all canceled debts will remain that way, without any refund.”

“And during the time we spent together?” you question, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Any activity of a sexual nature,” he responds, his blue gaze suddenly a little darker, “will be confidential and, most importantly, consensual. I've already asked my lawyer to email you the paperwork."

How the hell did he know your email?!

His head is spinning. Paperwork? Activity of a sexual nature? This all seems intimidating, yet somehow you remain intrigued. Curious.

“Don’t worry,” he states calmly, his hand resting on top of yours. Your panic must have been noticeable. You look up and see him looking at you gently. He resumes: “Paperwork it's like a protection for both of us. It's a basic confidentiality agreement, along with some negotiation about what you would feel most comfortable with. As I said before, if you choose this, I want you to be able to leave at any time without any losses. I've seen too many relationships destroyed by fame and notoriety. I don’t want this to hurt you too.”

You can already feel like you're going to say yes.

You look at him shyly as he removes his hand and settles next to you on the bench. You remember when you felt his warm breath on your neck in the back of the bookstore. His smell. Of the silver hair. You want that if it means being with him. If it means you can prove what he can offer. And on top of all that, you would still be taken care of, your debts would be paid off, and the weight of possibly being homeless would finally be lifted from your mind and shoulders. You can feel your body practically taking advantage of the opportunity, but you hold back for one more question.

"Have you done this before?" You ask, feeling some strange kind of jealousy bubbling in your stomach. “Were there others?”

You can see some concern behind his one eye as he hesitates, but then he blinks and replies, “Yes. There were two others. The first only lasted a few months. She only agreed to the deal to get “to the top,” so to speak. As soon as I realized that she had tried to leak confidential information to the press about our relationship, I immediately terminated our agreement.”

"And the other?" You press, brow furrowed in concern.

“The second one lasted about a year,” Aemond responds. “She chose to end the arrangement out of love, after meeting her now husband. We respectfully agreed to end things so she could move forward with this connection. It’s been a few years since we split up.”

This raises another important question.

“Huh, how old are you?” you ask, tilting your head.

Aemond snorts in amusement.

"Thirty-two."

Okay, ten years apart. It is not a big deal.

“I…” you mutter thoughtfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’d like to give you some time to think about this,” Aemond suggests, as you stare at your hands. “How about 48 hours? You can review the paperwork and contact me with any questions you may have.”

You turn your head to look at him, lip between your teeth as you assess his countenance. After all, he could just be messing with you, and you could die of embarrassment if you agreed only to find out he was making fun at your expense. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable, however. It's enough to warm you deeply as you watch him watch you, his desire so palpable it leaves you breathless. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and his eye go to your mouth.

This is the exact moment you abandon all reason and nod, a silent response to his offer of help.

“Yes,” you declare, quickly, hastily. “I mean, my answer. Yes. I'm in."

“Y/N,” he raises a blonde brow at you charmingly, something seductive behind his gaze. “I insist that you use the full 48 hours. I want to know that if you agree to this, when I have you, I will have all of you. No hesitation. Undoubtedly."

When I have you. Heat rises up the sides of your neck at the implication of those words. No hesitation.

“But -” you almost whimper, fingers tightening on the hem of your skirt.

“Y/N,” he utters in a low, deep tone, leaning toward your ear and placing a firm, warm hand on your knee. You feel goosebumps rising on the skin of your arms. "Think about it calmly. Be a good girl for me, huh?"

You freeze and a small moan leaves your lips. He smiles at you seductively, his finger brushes the soft skin of your cheek and your breath catches. His smile is almost imperceptible, but it's there. Like a feline cornering a prey.

So close you can smell his cologne again. Mint and sandalwood. You think it suits him, like a dark forest, but fresh and refined. You swallow hard, wishing that blue/violet gaze, so austere, would look anywhere else. You feel completely overwhelmed by his intensity, and he was making it impossible to think straight.

“I think you’re doing this on purpose.” You whisper into the tiny space between the two of you.

“Doing what on purpose?” He practically purrs the words.

Maybe it was the adrenaline of the situation that was coursing through your veins, but you find yourself blurting out, “Trying to make me regret your promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

His predatory expression doesn't change. "And do you regret my promise?"

It's a step too far for you to actually admit, but your silence is, in fact, admission enough. The smile that appears on his face makes you blush, especially when he leans in so close you can feel his breath, his mouth hovering right next to your ear.

“I take my promises very seriously, princess.” His voice is low, with a scratch so sensual it almost made you whimper. “So, I will keep my hands to myself until such time as our contract is properly signed. But that doesn’t mean you have to.”

You what?

He walks away with a wink, leaving you stunned as you contemplates his offer.

Would it be inappropriate to pursue something with him? It's too early? But to deny that you've wanted him from the moment he walked into the bookstore, when he seemed like a fantasy far out of your reach - would be a blatant lie. It's obvious he has money. A stupid amount of it, more than you'd see in your entire life, probably. It's also obvious that he likes you. It's not that bad to accept his stupidly luxurious gestures if you like him too, right? In a list of immoral things, don't you think this is the worst. You would not be compromising your core values.

You bite your bottom lip.

“You’re driving me crazy doing this,” he murmurs, breaking you out of your thoughts to see his gaze fixed on the way you’re biting your lip. He closes his eye for a few seconds and then looks at you again. “I have no expectations or demands for you, dear. I just want to help and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman I've admired for a long time, so I can get to know you a little better."

"How much time?" you find yourself asking.

“From the moment I walked into that bookstore and looked into those beautiful bright eyes. For your cute skirts and funny colored sweaters. You are stunning, princess.”

No one has ever described her that way.

“Tell me something about how you feel about me,” he asked; in his honeyed and serious tone. "Just one thing."

You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the truth you've never spoken out loud before, to anyone. “I-I wait for you to come in almost every day. I know it's silly because we barely talked before, but...every time the store bell rings I look up hoping it's you, and I'm disappointed when it's not."

He digests your words calmly.

“It’s not just me then,” he breathes after a few seconds.

“No,” you whisper, barely believing it. "It is not."

You barely notice that the car is stopping, having probably already arrived at your apartment building, what has settled between the two of you is something dense and heavy, too heavy to allow you to pay attention to your surroundings. It almost feels suffocating. Your eyes meet and you almost read the challenge that shines in his. The look that seems to say: 'are you bold enough, darling?'

Really, how many times have you made the safer choice because it was convenient? Because it was less scary? You could probably count on one hand how many risks you've taken in your life and none of them had as much to gain as the risk that was currently in front of you, smiling as if he had read your decision before you even made it.

Because all it took was a single movement of his tall body to adjust himself better on the expensive upholstery of the car, and you were in his lap. "I should be worried about you putting your hands on me, apparently." He breathes a laugh.

You playfully touch the long chain resting on his chest, sliding your fingers along it until touch the fabric of the sweater collar around his neck. "Are you saying you want me to take my hands off, sir?"

He hums, slowly and low.

“Far from it, darling. I want those hands and that pretty mouth anywhere you want to put them.”

At this point, you hardly need more encouragement than that. The fabric is pulled down, revealing the pale skin of his collarbone that you immediately trace with your mouth, leaving soft stains of your strawberry lipbalm that you're sure he'd wear as badges of honor. Aemond grunts in approval, tilting his head to offer you better access to his neck, so that's where your lips meet next. Then your teeth. Then your tongue.

You can taste a slightly salty taste on his skin, almost as addictive as his cologne, which is strongest where your face presses against his pulse. Your hands search the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his sweater. You pull away from his neck, smiling shyly at the love bite you left behind before meeting Aemond's intoxicating gaze. His hands are fisted tightly in the upholstery of the bench.

“I may have promised to behave, baby,” he reflects slowly. “But I will remember every little bruise you leave for me. Just in case I have the opportunity to pay it forward for them. So be careful right now."

You wonder, suddenly, if his fists are clenched as a form of self-control. Anticipation flows like an earthquake throughout your body.

He watches you very carefully as your smile evolves into something more teasing, something more sly and decidedly cheeky, but when you bend down to continue your bites, he clicks his tongue in the same way an adult would scold a child. A warning. A sound that begs not to be ignored. Part of you is tempted to press on, just to see what he would do, but the other...the other wants to hear him call you a good girl again. Then you blink your eyes apologetically and gently kiss the small bruise on his smooth alabaster skin.

“Good decision, baby, being a such good girl for me. I'll remember that too."

You couldn’t help but love the implication that there would be more, that Aemond was already planning what he would do to you when that happened. You have a sneaking suspicion that he won't have that much control then, a sneaking suspicion that this man definitely wouldn't take on any submissive role - in any aspect of his life.

You lean forward, fingers on the soft fabric of his sweater once again as you press open-mouthed kisses down his neck, moving up to his ear, breathing hotly against his skin until you feel him goose bumps.

You pinch his lobe. “And what do I get for being a good girl?”

His lips twitch into a teasing smile. “A bold question for someone who is supposed to be a good girl, don't you think? But you’re still learning what I like, I suppose.”

You hum something sweet and soothing, submissive. “And what exactly do you like, daddy?”

Aemond immediately goes rigid beneath you, and for a moment you panic. Were you wrong when you said that? It felt so natural that the word slipped out completely before you could think more clearly. But then Aemond practically growls as he spreads his knees beneath you, forcing you to move until you're straddling a single leg of his.

“Good girls can ride daddy’s thigh.”

He pushes his leg up until you shudder, applying pressure to your clit that almost makes you cry.

He continues, as if he isn't just rubbing the defined muscle of his thigh against your pussy. “Forgive me,” he says, his face lowering to the side of your neck, “but I have to…”

Your eyes close as he approaches. You expect to feel his lips finally meet your skin, but once again, he stops short of reaching. Instead, he inhales deeply, right under your ear.

“Vanilla,” he murmurs against your skin. You lean your head back even further, your skin begging for his touch. “And cinnamon.”

You whimper, rubbing gently against his thigh, breathless.

“You,” you whisper, pulling the hem of your skirt up, "aren't you going to kiss me?"

You watch his jaw tighten and his expression turn hard as he stares out the window for a second. “Fuck, girl. I already said that I prefer to wait until everything is resolved. I want you to be fully aware of everything this entails, everything you are getting yourself into, before you get any further involved with me.”

You can't think of anything you'd like more than to be involved in every position with him.

“But I said yes,” you lament. Driven purely by desire, you rest your hands just above both of his shoulders, lips tracing the outside of his ear. “I want you, daddy. You do not want me?"

He groans beneath you and you can feel him lift his hands, reaching out to touch you but stopping just before they come into contact with your back. Instead, he pushes them back down, one hand gripping the door handle for dear life while the other closes his fist against the seat once more.

“Yes, shit, yes” he grinds through clenched teeth. “I want you so bad, Y/N. But I can't. Not yet. I want to do this right.”

"Do you really want me?" You whimper, inches away from his mouth, pressing yourself firmly against his leg, seeking any kind of friction.

“Y/N,” he moans as you grind against him, the thin, wet cotton of your panties barely acting as a barrier between his thigh and your sex. "Can't you feel how much I want you, baby? You have no fucking idea. I want to do eviel things to your little body. I've been showing so much restraint. You can't fucking say that?"

Holy hell.

It's true, you think. You can feel him, hard and thick against his black pants, as you press into him. Your nipples harden against your breasts as you move faster, gripping the back of the seat for support as the tension builds inside you. You've never had a partner this big before and you briefly wonder if you can fit him in your mouth. You were certainly tempted to try.

"Already drooling on daddy's cock, baby?" he murmurs, noticing the look in your eyes. “My fucking God, you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? You barely finished riding my thigh and you already wants more."

His words make you blush. You're close, though. Especially if he keeps talking like that. The noises that escape you as you writhe against his thigh, staring at the shape of his cock and imagining what it would feel like inside you...The sounds were mortifying, to say the least, but the swirling desire in Aemond's gaze says he likes them.

Your breath begins to hitch as your pleasure gets closer and closer to that sweet pinnacle, his muscular thigh providing the perfect amount of pressure. You tilt your head back and moan, long and loud, as you snake your hand to pinch your nipple through your bra.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs softly, his breathing only slightly uneven, but his hands are clenched painfully at his sides. “Are you going to cum like this, princess? Rubbing your wet pussy against me in the back of my car? All because you can't just wait until you sign a simple piece of paper?”

“Oh my god,” you scream silently, something thrilling about someone being mere feet away from the two of you, behind the partition, as Aemond whispers the dirtiest words into your ear.

Aemond snapped his fingers as you felt yourself reaching the edge, and it drew your attention back to him as your legs shook. His blue gaze was burning. “Look at daddy when you come get me. Say my name, baby."

“Aemond,” you moan, the word barely formed as you rub desperately against his leg. You scream as the pleasure peaks, and the warm white light of the stars floods your veins.

“Daddy,” you pant, as Aemond takes over the work for you, moving his thigh to bring you to orgasm until you half collapse against him, burying your face in his shoulder as he continues moving his leg. “S-sir, please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“It’s too much,” you complain, shaking now as Aemond begins to stimulate you right after your orgasm.

“You can do it,” he encourages. "Don't you want to be a good girl for daddy?"

“I want it,” you whimper.

He hums thoughtfully. “I know you want it, Y/N. Maybe you can do something else for daddy, then. To make up for the mess you made on my thigh.”

With his thigh pressure now easing, you could have sobbed with relief. You sit up, watching with renewed interest as he runs his fingers through the wet spot on his pants and promptly brings it to his lips.

You gasp and he sucks on his fingers with a flourish that could belong to a satisfied customer at a fancy restaurant, smiling at you. “You are absolutely delicious, baby. Exactly as I expected."

You might have fainted if you didn't feel like you were already at the point of no return.

“Now,” said Aemond, sliding the full intensity of his gaze to your parted lips. “How would you feel if you tasted daddy in return, huh?”

You had been thinking about it since the moment you saw his outline through his pants. Maybe you fell to your knees on the floor of the car with great anxiety, but you smile shyly at the way he smiles at your gesture and tells you 'what a good girl you are for doing that'. You watch as he spreads his knees and leans back, giving you wide access to his lap.

In a different context, you would have thought he looked like an idiot with a huge, self-obsessed ego. But maybe that's why you adore him, after all.

With the care of someone opening a beautifully wrapped gift, you slowly unbutton his pants and free Aemond's hardened length from his boxers. Your mouth is already watering at the sight of the pre-cum that glistens on the tip of his pink head, like a drop of water on a flower petal.

Settling comfortably between his thighs, this is the first thing you decide to taste, holding it on your tongue as if it were your personal candy. Aemond grunts, his eye squinted beside his eye patch, watching you with laser focus. You decide to stick out your tongue to proudly show off the pre-cum wetness there, humming contentedly as you hear him growl (GROWL) as you swallow and return your lips to his head.

He's even bigger than you imagined.

Working up the courage to shove him down your throat, you start by first swirling your tongue along every inch you can find, covering him with what's left of your strawberry lipbalm. The guttural noise Aemond makes in his throat is worth it, and when you deem him adequately covered in saliva, you begin the process of taking him into your mouth.

Although he hasn't expressed his direct approval yet, you already know he loves it by the involuntary twitch of his hips. With the softest smile, you wrap your fists around his base, trying to move your mouth and hand in tandem as you slowly ease him down your throat.

You pause when you're halfway through, already fighting your gag reflex. Your eyes flicker to his, feeling proud when you notice that his cheeks are slightly flushed and his breathing is faster.

“You look so pretty with your lips around my cock, baby,” he murmurs, nothing but awe in his voice. “Do you think you can take more?”

You nod, the movement making him groan as you rock a little further down his length. “That’s it, baby,” he said, moving his hips slightly to encourage you to take more. “Just relax for daddy, you’re almost there.”

He thrusts his hips, with a little more force this time, and it made you choke when he scratched the back of your throat. Aemond curses vehemently. “Fuck, baby. I love watching you choke on my cock.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you fight to relax against your gag reflex, opening your mouth as wide as you can to take the rest of him. When your nose brushes against his soft strands of light hair, and he is fully seated, Aemond delivers a dirty litany of praise that has you humming with pride.

“So good for me, girl,” he grunts, starting to thrust into your mouth. "Your sweet little mouth feels amazing around daddy's cock."

You hum in agreement, because every time you do it seems to draw a string of curses from Aemond. He's fucking into your mouth with abandon now, and you've done your best to keep your jaw open and tongue relaxed. Although every time you choke, he seems to love it. And you start drooling down your chin, messing up the leather seat below - he seems to love that too.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he warns, his voice rough. “Swallow for daddy like a good girl.”

You comply readily, holding his dark gaze as he spills his release down your throat. You take extra care to make sure not a drop spills, and when he withdraws, you extend your clean tongue to him, making him chuckle with something akin to affection.

“That was amazing, baby,” Aemond whispers, voice softening. He leans forward as if he's going to kiss you, but hesitates. Instead, he offers you a smile. "You did so well."

You're not sure how much time passes as he pulls you to lie against his broad, warm chest, but your post-orgasm haze is broken at some point when you mutter that you really need to go upstairs and feed your cat - the grumpy little creature already must be scratching all your furniture demanding food.

Aemond smiles softly against your hair and gently lifts you off his lap and sets you aside as he gets out of the car. You try to compose yourself to a point before he opens the door and holds out his hand to help you. As you do, you avoid his gaze, starting to feel some sort of embarrassment at your behavior in the backseat before he lifts your chin with a finger.

“Thank you,” he says gently, “for sharing this with me. I hope it happens again someday.”

You blush as he presents his arm for you to hold. He walks you down the walkway to the door of your building and looks at you again.

“Think about it, Y/N,” he states with a warm gaze on you. “48 hours, minimum. Regardless of how you decide to proceed then, know that I enjoyed every minute I spent with you.”

“I promise, I’ll think about it,” you say sincerely. You marvel at the length of his eyelashes as he looks down at you, how they almost brush his pointy cheekbone. The icy breeze swayed the long length of his silver strands around his face and shoulders.

He's beautiful.

“Thank you,” he smiles modestly, delivering you to your door. “Good night, Y/N. Get some sleep, please?"

“I’ll try,” you respond, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. A small expression of surprise crosses his face as you turn to open the door. “Good night, Aemond.”

He raises an brow and twists his lips sarcastically and you struggle to hold back a smile as you close the door.

Your bright, deep eyes dance across your eyelids as you try to fall asleep that night.

Like a good girl.

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Snowfall Serenade [ONESHOT]

SUMMARY: Everyday, he steps into the little cafe for her easy smiles and free laughter - but he can never quite manage to gather the courage to ask her out. Soon enough, a dentist appointment gone wrong and a bit of the festive spirit finally pushes him to finally make a move.

PAIRING: Dentist!Aemond Targaryen x Cafe Owner!Reader [Modern AU]

WARNINGS: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Aemond being a nervous wreck is all I have lmao.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: What's this? A Christmas story from someone who has never celebrated Christmas or seen snow in her entire life? Ah well. This story is wacky and definitely miles different from the intense and sad stuff I'm inclined towards, and it is all thanks to this ask by @coffeeobsessedtrencher. The request was spun for my writing comfort.

I struggle with writing fluff so hard, but there's no better time to attempt a happy story than Christmas I suppose! Also - if I've gotten any of the holiday details wrong, please don't come at me, thanks! That being said, thanks to @sapphire-writes and @oneeyedvisenya for giving me the rundown on all things Christmas! Helped immensely to get me into the vibe.

Thanks to @targaryenrealnessdarling for the photo of Aemond in the moodboard - I looked about for a while but couldn't find anything that fit, so ended up blindly throwing hers in and it worked perfectly.

Also, Aemond drinks espresso because @ewanmitchellcrumbs and I have talked about it so much that it has now found a permanent place in my brain.

Lastly, to @humanpurposes my love, my everything, for giving the last lightest push to complete this by telling me that this is somewhat halfway decent. ily <3

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate! Here's a little something to make you laugh, I hope!

No beta. This is a first draft. We die like men. GOODBYE.

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

TEXT DIVIDER by @saradika

“SORRY, WE’RE CLOSED!”

He opens the door to the cafe, completely disregarding the little signboard that marks the premises closed. The door is always open for him, he knows - and is eternally thankful for the same. The quaint cafe, just a stone's throw from his dental practice, has slowly grown to become his place of comfort. Now, he cannot go a day without spending time there.

“Even for me?” He murmurs, his voice carrying a playful, questioning manner that is too light for him, yet somehow his own.

The mingling scents of coffee, sweet cinnamon, chocolate and the savory notes of roasted vegetables and baked goods permeate the air as he opens the door. The cafe is adorned with twinkling fairy lights, wreaths, and tinsel, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the space. Tables are topped with red and green checkered cloth, and there's a cozy fireplace adorned with stockings and plush cushions. Winter is Coming to Town, the latest Christmas hit by teen sensation Sara Snow - a guilty pleasure of his - plays in the background, adding to the ambience.

Aemond steps in and takes off his gloves - he drops them into his coat pockets and keeps his hands there for warmth.  She’s cleaning up the counters and has her back to him, and when she turns, she smiles.

“Well, perhaps I can take one more order for my favorite customer.” Her smile is sly and welcoming, and Aemond blushes at her tilted head - he blames it on the cold outside. “Hello doctor! Long day?”

“Festive season means more patients. Usually cousins with broken teeth from scuffles or just… freak accidents.” She lets her hands rest on the counter on either side of her, one of the hands clutching a crumpled cleaning rag. The first thing he picks up about her appearance are the stray hairs falling out of the printed mistletoe scrunchie she wears, and Aemond resists the urge to push them behind her ear. 

She scrunches her face at the thought of children with bloody teeth and wipes off the last of the crumbs. “That sounds nasty.”

“It is.” He clasps his hands together as he waits for her to finish up, keeping himself from fiddling with his nails. He has his mother to thank for the habit. With a hand on her hip, she leans on the counter and asks, “Are you going to give any of my Christmas specials a chance tonight, or will it be the usual?”

He chuckles at her attempt to get him to buy into the spirit of the holiday. Aemond is tempted - his functional eye roves over the little black board that has the season’s specials written in red, white and green chalk, with little Christmas trinkets drawn around. Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Latte, Toasty Chestnut Caramel Cappuccino, Spiced Apple Tea -

“Spiced apple tea?”

“You told me about your mum’s spiced apple cake a while ago, so I experimented. I hope you don’t mind. It’s quite nice actually! Will you have a taste? I’ll make it extra special for you!” He lightly smiles, just at the corner of his lip, appreciating how she remembered the details. Then, he chuckles at the speed of her speech and the excitement in her words, leaving her slightly breathless.

“I’ll have the usual, please.” She groans dramatically, whipping her head back and letting hands flay around as she walks over to the espresso machine. He can’t help but laugh ever so slightly at the theatrics as he follows her movements. 

“Triple espresso with seven sugars, coming right up! And may I just say, it is very peculiar that you’re asking your patients to not have much sugar for their teeth while pulling off this seven sugar stunt here with me.”

“I’m allowed my indulgences.” 

“Are they indulgences if you have them everyday?” 

He moves to get up. “Do I have to be harassed each time I want coffee? I hear there’s a new Starbucks nearby…” His words may seem curt and sound low, but his voice carries a playfulness that she recognizes well now.

“Oh sit down,” she playfully waves her hand at him, and he smiles - it’s all he’s capable of doing around her. He doesn’t say much - he never does - so she takes it upon herself to continue. The whirr of the machine is faint as she walks over to the display cases, catching his eye. “Anything to eat?” He does not miss how she’s pointedly looking at her Christmas specials, wiggling her eyebrows. He reads the names of the items off the little nameboards kept right next to them, matching the theme of the specials board.

Snowball almond cookies, Christmas tree brownies, red velvet cupcakes, fruit tart, Christmas quiche, holiday stuffed mushrooms -

“Chicken sandwich, please.” He grunts, but is very aware of the joke that it would become.

She slams her palm into her face at his blatant refusal to get into the spirit, and laughs. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were being disrespectful, Aemond.”

“I’m a man of habit, love.” He winks, and she is quick to turn away and blush as she assembles his sandwich. 

You’re being so silly, it’s cute that you have a crush, Helaena had said once. That was months ago.

I do not, he had said. Clipped and curt, hoping his sister would stop squealing. He didn’t want to risk drawing her attention from where she stood, smiling at one of her customers.

Not one to let the momentum of the banter be lost, she takes it upon herself to continue the conversation. “Christmas is only a little more than a week away. I thought you’d have gone home by now, Aemond.” He steps closer to the counter and takes his usual seat at the corner, smiling at her. He keeps his lips tightly pursed, trying not to get his excitement at her saying his name seem obvious. “Got a flight for Christmas morning, very early. It’s not a long trip, I’ll be at Oldtown in a few hours.”

“Ugh, Christmas morning flights are stuffy and so chaotic, why would you put yourself through that? Were there no other tickets available for earlier flights?” She huffs a breath as she slices into a loaf of sourdough, the sounds of her knife grating at his ears, making him wince ever so slightly.

Somehow, telling her that there is no chaos or noise on the private family-owned jet that his mother is sending for him seems snobby.

“It’ll be alright. I could ask you the same. You’re still here?”

“Oh, uhm. My parents are coming to visit here, actually! Besides, Christmas is good business, and I’d like to be able to keep the cafe open for the day at least. Close up early and take them out to see the lighting of the tree at the Square. They’ve been wanting to visit King’s Landing for a long time.”

The smell of his obnoxiously sweet and strong coffee hits him as she brings it over along with his plate of food. She slides the mug and ceramic plate across to him, and then goes back to bring her own mug and settle in next to him. Eager to distract himself from the peculiar tingling in his stomach whenever she comes close, he bites into his sandwich.

“It’s good.” The subtly spiced filling is just the way he likes it, and he takes a second bite.

“It has to be if you keep coming back for it,” she says and winks. He freezes for just a moment, debating for a moment as to whether or not he should tell her that it’s her that he keeps coming back for.

Her face flushes red as the heat from her espresso warms her tongue. They drink in silence as he recalls the day he’d first stepped in here, when his assistant had taken the day off and he’d been so angry that he’d chosen to take a walk and get his hot drink on his own. 

It was an instant crush. She’d smiled at him, and he’d felt his tongue failing him as he stumbled through getting the words out for his order. She’d guided him through the menu with the patience of a saint, and by the time he’d left, he was determined to get his own coffee from then on. More than a year later, he’d become good friends with her and spent at least an hour a day with her, making himself at home in what they have now come to recognize as his chair.

In the past year, he’s had the words at the tip of his tongue many times. Can I take you out? It should be easy, so very easy. And yet, somehow, he never manages to say them out loud for her to hear. He’s watched her go on dates and come back not wanting to meet any of them a second time, and each time he breathes a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand the overwhelming jealousy he felt whenever she talked about a planned date. On the flip side, there was a sense of calm when he learned that things hadn't worked out. But how long before she meets someone that she likes?

He wants to. He really wants to, but he simply can’t. Funny how that works.

He swallows and licks his lips to rid himself off the sticky residue and looks at her. Desperate for a distraction from his own flustered thoughts, he sighs. She brings a hand up mid-air, remembering something as she nods and sets her mug on the counter. “Hey! By the way, the appointment with you that I had scheduled for after the holidays…” He sips his coffee and holds onto the mug for warmth before she goes on. “Apparently, one of your patients postponed their appointment so your receptionist asked if I could prepone mine.”

“Did she now?” He’d always been the one coming to her, and the thought of her coming to him has had him flustered ever since she made an appointment with him. Now, the possibility of it being closer than ever dawns on him, and he resists the urge to blush. Using his best unbothered tone, Aemond mutters, “When is it?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

He does not miss the nervous way in which her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek. “Alright?”

“Yeah, just…” She chuckles, looking away from him. “Don’t laugh at me, but I’ve… I’ve always been scared of going to the doctor. Even if it’s just a consultation.” She giggles in embarrassment and then continues, running a hand over her mouth. “I know this is an elective procedure, so I’m literally asking for it even though there’s no need… but it’s still daunting to think of.”

“Hm… It’s not so bad. You’ll be fine,” he says. His free hand closes around hers in reassurance, and it amazes him how it fits right in his. He catches her eye and she smiles at him, the warmth of her going straight to his heart. “Well, if it’s the best dentist in the city, I suppose I’m in good hands.”

With their proximity, and the way she’s looking at him - all smiles and genuine adoration - it is very easy for him to believe that they’re together. But the truth is that he’s not even bold enough to take her out to dinner, and reality crashes onto him quickly when she stares at their conjoined hands with a red face. He lets go of her hand and clears his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. She looks down, and he catches her continuing to blush by the corner of his good eye. At a loss for words, Aemond clears his throat once more and gets up to leave, settling his bill. 

There is a moment when he catches her eye as she fetches his change, where he seriously considers blurting out his invitation to take her out. 

It would be simple, so simple. 

Her fingertips graze at his palm as she gives him the money and they stand, completely at a loss as to what to do. If he were a less careful man, he’d have chased after her touch. It’s embarrassing how quickly he melts, worse how despite the freezing temperatures outside, it is the absence of contact that actually makes him feel cold. “So, I… suppose I’ll see you at your appointment then,” he says. His hands clench mid-air before he pushes them into his coat pockets, and then he makes a move.

“Yes, you will!” She smiles just as brightly and widely as she always does, and the yearning in his chest only increases tenfold before it beats itself into oblivion again. She looks at him expectantly, almost as though she’s waiting for him to say something more, but a silent good night is all he can manage as he all but runs out.

THE DAY ARRIVES FASTER THAN AEMOND ANTICIPATES.

As he stands in his pristine dental office, clad in his customary white coat, he can't shake off the unusual nervousness that has gripped him. He glances at the clock, realizing that she should be arriving any moment now. He adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in his stomach as he taps his foot on the leg rest of his desk, incessantly.

The slow opening of the door announces her entrance, and Aemond looks up to see her step in. She wears a faint smile, but there's a tension in her shoulders that doesn't go unnoticed by him - he’s never seen her look so on edge. He greets her with what he hopes is a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat in the dental chair.

"Good afternoon. How are you feeling today?" he asks, his usual calm demeanor somewhat shaken by his own nerves. She hesitates for a moment before answering, "A bit nervous, I guess. I've never been a fan of visiting the doctor. Not even if it’s you," she says, the last sentence more playful than the rest.

Aemond nods understandingly, making a mental note to tread carefully. "No need to worry. I assure you it's quick and painless."

She nods, but the tension lingers. Aemond, sensing her discomfort, decides to explain the procedure in more detail, hoping it will ease her nerves. However, as he delves into the technicalities, he notices her fidgeting, her eyes darting around the room.

Realization hits him, and he stops mid-sentence. "You seem a bit more on edge than usual. Is everything okay?" he inquires gently.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know. I guess I just can't shake off the nerves. I hate the thought of someone poking around in my mouth."

Aemond nods sympathetically. "I understand. It's perfectly normal to feel that way. Tell you what, to make this a more comfortable experience for you, how about we use some nitrous oxide? It's commonly known as laughing gas. It'll help you relax during the procedure, and you might even find it a bit amusing."

Her eyes light up with a mix of curiosity and relief. "Really? That sounds... actually, that sounds like it might help."

Aemond prepares the nitrous oxide mask, explaining the process as he goes. As he gently places it over her nose, he can't help but notice her tension fading away, replaced by a subtle tranquility. The corners of her lips twitch into a small smile, and Aemond realizes that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Alright, just take deep breaths through your nose," he instructs as he starts the procedure. As the nitrous oxide takes effect, she begins to giggle softly. Aemond can't help but smile a little, relieved to see her at ease. 

As he works through her teeth, he takes one moment to look into her eye, only to catch her staring at him already. She’s chuckling now, but he knows very well that she’d have turned away in all her bashfulness if she was a bit more aware of what she’s doing. The laughing gas seems to have left her feeling uninhibited, but he’s not complaining. He quite likes it when she’s carefree and laughing, a stark contrast to the tensed girl that walked into the room moments ago.

She continues to stare before sighing after a loud laugh and saying, “You have a really pretty face, Aemond.” Aemond's cheeks flare up in a deep shade of crimson as he processes her unexpected compliment. The dental instruments in his hand momentarily forgotten, he glances down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. The air in the room is filled with the hum of the equipment and the occasional soft laughter escaping her lips.

She notices his sudden shyness and teases, "Aw, Aemond, don't tell me you're blushing! Do you not get told you’re pretty often? It’s a crime, you should be! I mean, look at you!" Her laughter continues, the effects of the laughing gas making her more candid with each passing moment.

Aemond tries to regain his composure, but her unfiltered praise catches him off guard. "Well, I... I appreciate the compliment. It's just, uh, not something I hear often," he admits, his voice slightly awkward.

It’s a lie. He's well aware of what the magazines and Page Six articles suggest. "Targaryen heir lives a private life away from the boardroom, and he's a sight for sore eyes," one wrote. Despite maintaining a comfortable distance from such papers, he never anticipated being confronted by them today, especially not from her. The fact that she's sharing it with her guard down only amplifies the impact, as it suggests she has likely pondered over it for a while.

She thinks he’s handsome. It makes him blush more than it should.

She grins mischievously, "Well, you should! You're like a real-life prince charming!” Aemond nervously continues with the task at hand, his blush refusing to fade. "I'm just a dentist, really. Nothing special."

She shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with sincerity - he holds her still by the side of her neck to continue the procedure. "No, seriously. You have this whole mysterious thing going on.” She looks at him like he holds up the sun, and Aemond finds that he wants for her to admire him, to think of him as handsome, to like him. He does not want to egg her on, but he certainly is intrigued about seeing himself through her eyes.

She does not disappoint.

As Aemond resumes, he can't shake off the lingering warmth from her earlier compliment. Her giggles persist, and she takes another moment to admire his work, her eyes studying his features. The effects of the laughing gas seem to have turned her into an open book, and she doesn't hold back in expressing her thoughts.

"Your nose is so cute, Aemond. I mean, really. It's like perfectly sculpted or something. Like you were made by a plastic surgeon, rather than God…" she says with a dreamy smile, her fingers reaching up to lightly tap the tip of his nose. Aemond, already blushing from her previous praise, simply nods in resigned acceptance - he’ll never admit to enjoying this.

She giggles, her laughter contagious and beautiful as he struggles to keep his feet on the ground. "It's one of those noses you'd see in those fancy magazines. I bet it makes all the other noses out there so jealous." His cheeks flush deeper, and he focuses on his work, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism. However, she's not done yet.

"And those cheekbones! Seriously, how do you get them so defined? Do you do facial exercises or something?" she asks, her eyes wide with wonder.

Aemond, flustered by the unexpected attention to his facial structure, manages a modest response, "I... I guess they're just natural."

Her laughter rings out again. "Lucky bastard! You've got the kind of cheekbones people would kill for. I know I would."

As he continues, she shifts her attention to his jawline, her gaze lingering appreciatively. "And your jawline, Aemond, it's like it was chiseled by the gods. Seriously, do you moonlight as a model?"

He chuckles nervously, "No."

Her compliments keep flowing, each one causing Aemond's blush to deepen. "And your teeth! I mean, of course, they're perfect, you're a dentist. But seriously, Aemond, you've got a killer smile, in the rare times that you do smile. It's dazzling. I always think you’re very pretty when you smile."

Aemond, now practically squirming from where he stands, mumbles a shy acknowledgment. "Thanks, I do try to take care of my teeth." She leans back, her eyes flickering mischievously. "And those lips! Ever consider a career in lip modeling? They're so... plump. In a good way, I swear. And soft too!"

Aemond, completely caught off guard, stammers, "I, uh, never thought about it.”

She laughs, "Well, consider it. Your lips deserve a spotlight. Made to be kissed, really. You should kiss me!" The words hit him like a freight train as he struggles to hold onto his professionalism.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to-

“And those eyes…” She trails off, her gaze focusing on his eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, his insecurity about his mismatched pair of prosthetic and natural eyes resurfacing. However, before he can voice any self-doubts, she surprises him. "Your eyes are the prettiest thing about you, Aemond. I mean it. I could look at them all day. Blue and violet… they're like different galaxies or something," she gushes, her words carrying a genuine admiration that resonates with him.

For years, he’s been terribly insecure about his eyes. He wore a patch for a long time until he got his prosthetic eye, and even then, the mismatched pair always reminded him of the bitter night when he lost his eye in a freak scuffle with his nephew. It’s always been a sore subject - until now.

He never quite considered that anyone would think his eyes to be beautiful.

Aemond, taken aback by her heartfelt words, finally meets her gaze. Her eyes, dilated from the laughing gas, hold a warmth that reaches beyond anything he had ever thought capable. 

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice touched with a mix of gratitude and newfound confidence. The fluttering in his stomach grows with each moment as he finds his footing. She grins widely, oblivious to the impact of her words on him. "No need to thank me. Just stating the truth. You should really hear these things more often, Aemond. You're amazing…. Amazingly attractive. Hot, really. Very hot. You must have girls throwing themselves over you… is that why you never ask me out?"

He doesn’t respond at all, the conversation veering from what he deemed appropriate for his workplace. But the wheels in his head turned, turned and turned.

Did she want to go out with him? Was she only waiting for him to make the first move? Had he wasted all this time being held back when he could have been dating her?

The remainder of the dental procedure unfolds with a surreal mix of professional precision and underlying tension. Aemond, still grappling with the revelation that she might have been waiting for him to make a move all along, navigates the delicate balance between his role as her dentist and the unexpected yet definitely welcome personal turn their interaction has taken. As he completes the procedure with expert finesse, the air in the room has undoubtedly shifted. Her laughter rings out and he helps her rise from the dental chair, offering a few reassuring words about aftercare and the success of the procedure.

Still under the influence of laughing gas, she leans into him, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she suggests, "You should kiss me."

Aemond's heart skips a beat in response to her words, his own desire mirroring her invitation. However, the ethical dilemma weighs on his mind. Despite the tempting suggestion, he's aware that she's not sober. While she might desire this moment enough to ask for it while uninhibited, the likelihood of her remembering it later is uncertain.

Just as the moment teeters on the edge of a decision, the opening door heralds the arrival of an unexpected interruption. A familiar waitress from her cafe steps in, her presence accompanied by a burst of laughter and vibrant energy. She rushes over to the girl, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Aemond.

"Hey there! Ready to go?" the waitress chirps, linking arms with her.

Aemond, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, nods with a polite smile. "Yes, she's all set. Just follow the post-procedure instructions, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call."

The girl, still giggling, nods in agreement. "Absolutely, Doctor… Aemond! Thanks for taking care of me!"

As they exit the dental practice together, the door closes behind them, muffling the sound of her laughter. Aemond rubs a hand over his mouth and jaw, feeling the lingering warmth that she leaves in her wake. The possibilities hang in the air, leaving Aemond with a mix of satisfaction and longing, knowing that the next move rests in his hands.

THE NEXT FEW DAYS ARE A BLUR.

In the days that follow, Aemond finds himself on edge, eagerly anticipating her return to her cafe, yearning for another chance encounter. However, it seems that the universe is completely against him. Each time he goes to get his coffee, she is nowhere to be seen. The staff, usually chatty and eager to talk, evade his questions with vague responses.

His impatience grows with each passing day, and the absence of her presence becomes increasingly unsettling. Aemond's thoughts oscillate between the lingering memory of her asking to kiss him and the frustration of not being able to find her again.

He hears snippets of conversations about her, catching glimpses of her through the cafe window or on the street, but every time he tries to approach, she slips away like a fleeting dream. Aemond begins to question whether their shared moment under the influence of laughing gas was merely a product of her altered state of mind or his hallucinations. With how she’s avoiding him, he is quite open to thinking that he imagined it all.

As he considers the possibility of rejection, self-doubt gnaws at him. The more he reflects on their interaction, the more he convinces himself that she never meant any of those words. Was it all just the effect of the laughing gas, a whimsical fantasy that had no basis in reality?

Aemond's pining intensifies as he misses their conversations, the easy banter that once flowed effortlessly between them. He replays their time together in the dental chair, the compliments that seemed too good to be true. It leaves him wondering if he had missed a window of opportunity - if he had hesitated for too long.

One day, he spots her walking down the street from a distance. Heart pounding, he quickens his pace to catch up. Just as he's about to call out her name, however, she turns a corner and disappears from sight. Aemond is left standing on the bustling sidewalk, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face.

The next day, he decides to take matters into his own hands. As he enters the cafe, he spots her sitting alone at a table, lost in thought. The place is empty save for them both, and he is thankful for the space they’ll have. Determination replaces his hesitation as he approaches her, ready to face the music.

"Hey," he says, a mixture of nerves and hope in his voice.

She looks up, surprised and something else flickering in her eyes. Aemond takes a deep breath, pushing aside his doubts. It's time to find out if she really liked him after all.

“Haven’t seen you around lately,” he says. He doesn’t want to say too much and scare her, so he takes it light and easy, just as they’ve always been. She looks flustered in his presence, and he wonders for a moment if he is genuinely welcome. But then, she pushes her hair aside from her face and tucks it behind her ear before she offers him a nervous smile, and he knows. She may be hesitant, but she’s certainly open to talk.

"Yeah, I've been busy," she responds, her voice slightly shaky. "We’re nearing Christmas so… bigger crowds. They want to try the specials, unlike someone." Aemond chuckles and then nods, a sympathetic smile on his face. "I get it, but I’ve missed you. You always… brighten up my day."

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she glances away momentarily. Aemond notices the subtle shift in her demeanor, and a quiet confidence begins to grow within him. Maybe, just maybe, she missed their interactions as much as he did. Maybe he wasn’t wrong to assume that she liked him back after all.

“Come sit.”

She gestures to the chair opposite hers, an invitation he gladly accepts. Aemond settles into the seat, their eyes locking for a moment before she breaks the gaze, a hint of vulnerability showing through. They sit in a brief, somewhat awkward silence, both seemingly hesitant to dive into the unspoken tension that hangs in the air. Aemond decides to break the ice, "So, about the other day at the clinic..."

Her eyes widen a fraction, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity flashing across her face. "Oh, that. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I said that. It was the laughing gas, you know? I didn’t mean to put you on the spot or anything." Aemond leans forward, his tone gentle and reassuring, "No need to apologize. No harm done."

She looks down, her fingers playing with the rim of her coffee mug. "I made a complete fool of myself. I must have embarrassed you."

Aemond reaches across the table, placing a comforting hand over hers. "No, not at all. I promise. I'm a dentist; I've seen this many times before. You didn’t embarrass me. In fact, I was more concerned about how you were feeling afterward." She meets his gaze, and a flicker of gratitude crosses her eyes. "You're too kind, Aemond. I should have been more careful."

His thumb gently rubs circles on the back of her hand. "You have nothing to worry about. Besides, it's a funny story. We can laugh about it now, right?"

She manages a small smile, a warmth spreading through the air as their hands rest together on the table. Aemond finds himself caught in the moment, feeling victorious at having made a breakthrough after days of radio silence.

He’s missed her smile, and it warms him up entirely now that it’s back. "Thank you for being so understanding," she says, her eyes meeting his gaze once more. "I thought you wouldn’t want to see me after all I said.” Aemond smirks, “Seven Hells! If anything, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I missed you."

A genuine smile graces her lips. "Really? I thought you'd find me ridiculous."

He squeezes her hand lightly, "Not in the slightest.” She glances at their entwined hands, a softness in her gaze. "I've been avoiding you, haven't I? I’m sorry about that. I just didn't have it in me to face you just yet."

Aemond chuckles, "Well, things got a bit weird, but not in a bad way. I promise. And if I may be honest, I've been going crazy trying to find you. I was worried you might be upset about what happened."

She bites her lip, "I was upset, but not at you. Just at myself. I let things get out of hand."

“Well. Suppose we’re good now?”

“I’d like that very much.” Her gaze softens, and she finally exhales, as if releasing a weight she'd been carrying. Aemond can't help but feel a surge of contentment. As they continue to talk and laugh, the world around them fades into the background. Despite the initial awkwardness, they are rediscovering the easy bond they share, and they are both grateful. And yet, the persistent question of their feelings for each other continues to rack his brain.

She offers to make him his ridiculously sweet coffee, and everything falls back into place as he shifts to his chair by the counter. She’s humming along the tunes as he watches her, calm and in her element as she reaches for the mug that he likes. She’s never looked prettier to him than when she’s comfortable and doing what she loves.

He could ask her out now, he knows. She made her feelings clear that day at the clinic, even though they never addressed it now. He knows now in his heart that if he were to ask, she’d say yes.

She brings him his coffee, and the chill of the snow makes him drink it as fast as he can, mug warming his hands comfortably. She joins him with her own mug, and when they’re both done with their hot drinks, they sit in a comfortable silence.

The tempo slows, mirroring the gentle descent of snowflakes outside, and he extends his hand towards her. He’s not so good with his words, but the sincerity in his gaze conveys a silent invitation that he hopes she would accept. She meets his touch, a subtle flush warming her cheeks, and with a questioning lift of her eyebrow, she accepts his offered hand, intrigued.

They sway to the slow rhythm of Snowfall Serenade, yet another Sara Snow Christmas hit - the world outside fading into the background as they create their own little world. The cafe's ambient lights cast a soft glow, and the music brings warmth and comfort to the pair that’s been a long time coming. He leads their slow dance with a touch of uncertainty, but with every step, they grow in confidence.

With their bodies so close that neither knows where one ends and the other begins, he finds that he quite likes having her with him, like this. With simply each other and no one else. It’s taken them so many shy encounters and quiet smiles to get here, but neither of them would do it any differently. She takes his breath away as her hands lock around his neck, coming into contact with his spun silver hair. The gooseflesh that arises in the wake of her touch only empower him further, but before he can let the words tumble out of his mouth, she beats him to it.

“I meant every word, you know.” she says, the words confusing Aemond and breaking his reverie. He raises his eyebrows wordlessly as she smiles, before letting her face fall in embarrassment. He is quick to lift her face up by her jaw as they continue to carelessly move around, making her face him.

“About you. Your eyes, your nose …” Now it’s his turn to bashfully turn away, but she holds him in place. She looks at his lips eagerly and smiles softly. The next words are a murmur, holding the weight of the time and effort it took to get them here, finally.

“You should kiss me.” The same words she’d uttered the other day - only this time, they’re both very much in the moment, and light from the happiness of it all.

His hands move to untie her hair and he smiles in amusement as she leans in. He catches her lips in his as his hands curl into her hair at the back of her head, and neither of them have ever been happier.

When they part, she rests her head under his jaw and into his neck as she leans on him, and Aemond continues to move them around. He looks around the place as he registers the holiday decor and the snow outside. Happy couples, families, and friends are milling about outside as they prepare for Christmas, and the song continues as he holds her and moves - utterly precious, and his.

He bends down for a fraction of a second, and the scrunchie that he’d taken off her hair comes into view in his hold. He notices the little mistletoes printed on it, and he smirks.

He's never been much of a holiday man. But perhaps a bit of the holiday cheer is all the push they needed to finally make this happen.

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