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Me and my friend have been watching Merlin for about a week now

And today we checked the cast

And we saw that Bradley James (Arthur) is 39

And I was like: "Damn...I like it."

Friend: "But he's twice your age."

@barcodegaybitch he can be trice(?) (three times) my age and I'll still be drooling over him !

If he's hot age doesn't matter

Missing (Part 7) [Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon]

Warning: Smut, fluff, angst.

Even though it snowed outside, you felt like you were being burned from the inside out. Heat smouldered through you, torturously curling into your belly, drawing out pained and desperate moans from you. Fingers trembling, they caressed the scalp of the dark haired Prince who was kneeling before you, his face buried, almost reverently, into the space between your legs.

"Jace, please…" You moaned, wanting to squirm away from his relentless ministrations yet unable to do so as he held your hips down with surprising strength. He licked into you, groaning appreciatively at the taste of your arousal, ensuring he drank every drop he was able to coax out of you. It colored your cheeks an alluring rose, the way your cunt wept so copiously for him.

Shuddering into the thin and worn mattress under you, your back arched as you climbed the peak he had already brought you to twice.

"It's alright, my darling," he murmured against you between gasps. "Let go for me, I'll catch you…"

Tears sprang into your eyes at the strain of trying to remain quiet, turning your head and pressing your mouth into the mattress to muffle your moans. It felt dizzying, the pleasure swelling so rapidly inside you that you felt like you were going to break into pieces.

"Jace, oh my…"

Even in the midst of this feverish storm, you felt the Prince gently pulling your hands away from his hair, lacing his fingers through yours and holding your hands down upon the bed. Keeping you grounded to him even as you shattered with a sob.

He led you through the blinding ecstasy, his hands never leaving yours, pinning them to the bed, even as he continued to work his mouth against you in kitten licks. Trying to prolong the euphoria.

Once you returned to him with a quiet whimper, you tugged at his hands with whatever strength remained in you, silently begging him to become one with you.

He climbed the length of your body with a path of kisses strewn across your bare, flushed skin until he was looking into your eyes with a warmth that drew your breath away.

Had you always been so blind to his love for you, you wondered, running your thumb across his lip to wipe away the traces of your wetness.

At your touch, Jacaerys closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, as if he were steadying himself.

"I know that you will never be able to love me the way you loved him," he said, pressing his lips into your palm. "But if I continue to keep denying myself from giving in to what you awaken in me, I'll die."

"Shhh…" you hushed him with a kiss, struck by his tenderness and care. "I need you, Jace. Inside me, please."

Feeling him slip into you, inch after glorious inch, felt indescribable. The two of you forcing yourselves to keep your eyes open and on each other. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing him all the way in with just a twinge of pain as he breached past your barrier. Your maidenhead.

Tears flooded into your eyes at the sensation of fullness, at how you felt like you were being split into two in the most exquisite way.

He stilled almost immediately, sensing the tension in your muscles. Bringing his forehead against yours, he urged you to breathe with him, hands running through your now undone hair.

"Gods, you feel like a dream, my darling…" he said, mesmerized.

It enthralled you, the rush of heat that seared through you when he gently withdrew before surging back in. It made you break contact with his intent gaze, the pleasure forcing you to cave in. Head falling back against the thin pillow beneath you, your eyes fluttered shut and you felt him bury his face into the curve of your neck as he found his rhythm.

Sedate and languid, he kept going, mumbling words of adoration and praise into your ear. Telling you how much he wanted you, wanted this. How much he loved you…

In the midst of it all, you wished to tell him that you loved him too, but it felt like something was weighing down your tongue, constricting around your throat. Reducing you to quiet moans and faint gasps. Running your hands across his shoulders and through his hair, you held him against you, your own hips rising to meet his thrusts. Chasing the intoxicating ecstasy.

"J-Jacaerys… I…"

"I know," he responded, his voice a gentle lullaby. "I know, sweetness."

It went on, for minutes or hours, you could not tell, your bodies intertwining ever so intimately and familiarly that you were left wondering of the depths of his yearning for you. It overwhelmed you, the way he held you, the way he kissed you, the way he worshipped you, the way he always knew what you needed, that you fell into a trance. Feeling your entire being become consumed by fire. For once, you truly understood how glorious it felt to be desired by someone.

Toes curling into the sheets, you arched against him, approaching the last crescendo with startling rapidity. He throbbed within your aching walls, now pushing into you with a breathtaking sense of urgency and want. Arrested and crazed by the desires he had evoked in you, you begged him to just let you come.

"Gods be good, where…?" he asked, rising from your neck, sounding just as wrecked as you were.

"Inside me. I want to feel you…" you sighed.

You broke against him first, nails digging into the sinew of his arms, drawing him to his own completion mere moments after, moaning into his ear at the sensation of him spilling over and over into your velvety walls.

After, you lay against him, your bodies covered by his cloak to shield you from the cold.

You looked at him with glazed eyes, swollen lips parted as you tried to regain your breath, fingers tracing aimlessly along his arms, revelling in his warmth.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his hand gently combing through your hair, sweeping it away from your face. "I'd kill for you, my darling. I'd die for you."

"Jacaerys…"

"When we win back the Iron Throne, I want you to be by my side when it passes to me in time," he said.

"I will be by your side, Jace…"

"…as my Queen Consort," he finished and the weight of the true meaning of his words took a moment to sink in.

Eyes wide, you placed your fingers upon his lips, shaking your head. "I couldn't possibly- You have no idea what you speak of."

He grasped your wrist, pulling you closer to him. "I know what I am saying, what I am asking of you," he uttered, his voice so calm and tranquil against your ear that you wanted to melt into it. "I am aware that he still lingers in your heart. Even if you do regret this in the morning and never want to look upon me again, all I want you to know that I will never hurt you like he did. I would rather die than forsake you. Just, promise me... You'll consider it."

"I promise, Jace," you said, pressing your lips to his shoulder, before leaning your head against it, wrapping your arms around him. "I just…" you trailed off and you knew that he understood you, like he always did.

I just need some time… To let go of him.

"Sleep now, my darling," he said, his chin brushing against your crown as he drew you into his embrace. "I'll wake you before dawn so that we can head back to the castle."

You hummed against his shoulder, sinking into a sleep so peaceful that you forgot to even dream, let alone stay awake and think about him…

For the first time in more than a decade, Aemond Targaryen felt the pain return. The searing agony he had felt at Driftmark, when the dagger's steel had forever stolen away half his sight.

Staggering, tears brimmed in his other eye, his knees buckling under the intensity of the pain he felt writhing around the sapphire in place of his eye. The leather of his eye patch felt suffocating and chafed against the smarting scar and the exiled Prince ripped it away. Cupping his lost eye in his palm, Aemond clenched down on his jaw to prevent himself from crying out from the phantom pain.

It was in that precise moment that he heard Helaena's voice scream at him:

The remedy is obscured in frost, enwreathed in darkened flames…

Seconds later, his mind deciphered the meaning of the words in startling succession.

Frost? Winterfell.

Darkened flames? Jacaerys Velaryon. A dark haired dragonrider.

The remedy? You…

Helaena's last words were leading him to you, he realized, bile rising in his throat.

"Help me, Gods…"

He felt a similar, rivalling agony burst through his chest, the sight of you intertwined with that bastard Strong playing repeatedly behind his closed eyes. His fingers twitched with the urge of wanting to grab his longsword and plunging it to the hilt inside that bastard's heart for touching you the way he had done.

How dare he… How could you…

Seven Hells, is this what you had been suffering from since he had left you for Vhagar at Driftmark? Is this the pain that you had endured for all these years in silence?

Was this the heartbreak that had made you turn against your childhood friend?

If that was the case, for just a brief moment, Aemond understood you. He understood what had motivated your hand to write those letters that had gotten him exiled.

If this was the pain you carried within you for years, the same pain that now made him want to burn the world to the ground, Aemond understood you.

He had come to Winterfell hoping to find you. Hoping to hear the confession from your lips, in your own voice. He had wanted you to admit that you had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

He hadn't wanted to hurt you, he hadn't wanted revenge for what you had done. He simply wanted you to confess the truth. He did not even expect an apology, for he himself had never apologized to you for what he had done.

Perhaps he had hoped that hearing you confess would have given him an odd sense of peace. A sense of closure. Helping him to move on with his life and leaving you alone to move on with yours.

But you had taken the knife you had already stabbed into him with those letters and cruelly twisted it into him, again and again, by allowing Jacaerys to…

Aemond shuddered and shivered under the sheer intensity of the pain that blistered through him. His emotions were a maelstrom of rage, agony and bitter jealousy. It spread like poison through his veins, piercing infinite needles into his heart. Now he was learning what you felt when you came to know the truth of his relationship with Helaena, the truth about Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. It felt like every beat of his heart sent a roar of dragonfire coursing through him, leaving a trail of despair and destruction in its wake.

"Punish me," he wept, tears now flooding down his cheek, becoming one with the snow on the ground. "Gods, punish me for what I've done but don't… Don't…"

Don't take her away from me so cruelly. Don't let her move forward with that whelp when I need her so.

He cried and cried, the pain never subsiding. Only growing.

Growing with a series of recognition of all he had lost.

His eye.

His mother.

His sister.

His children.

His dragon.

But last and most important of all, he had lost you.

It crushed him, the cognizance of his biggest mistake.

A broken laugh burst through Aemond's pressed lips.

You foolish boy, he scolded himself. His younger self. Look at what you've done.

For what wrong had you done? Nothing. You had been the one to defend him against his brother's and nephews' cruel japes. You had protected him from his mother's scoldings when he snuck into the Dragonpit for the umpteenth time. You had been by his side, guiding him with a gentle patience through his studies, teaching him where he struggled with his lessons. And if, in your innocence, you had ended up losing your heart to him, he should have held onto it. Protected it and cherished it just as earnestly as you had protected and cherished him.

Instead he had spat on your feeling with his arrogance and greed for power. He had taken your heart and crushed it into splinters with his own hands. It was only fair that you decided to run away. It was his utter stupidity to assume, just like everyone else, that you were dead. He should've tried to look for you, he should've not let you go, he should've…

A maniacal laughing fit took over him in the midst of his agonized tears.

This is the pain she has lived through for all these years, you idiot, he chastised himself. And you are going mad within minutes of feeling it? Can you even blame her for doing what she did to you?

He laughed and cried, all at the same time. Crazed with the torment.

For the briefest moment, as he lay curled on the snow covered ground, Aemond saw a vision of you emerging from the cabin…

..you saw him lying on the ground, in pain and rushed toward him. Gathering him in your arms, you kissed him, healing the anguish he felt in his heart. Erasing the heartbreak. You asked him to take you away from this war, away from everything. You told him that it was him and only him you had ever loved. He took your hand in his and flew with you on the back of your dragon to King's Landing to free Vhagar. Once she was free, the two of you took to the skies, flying far beyond Westeros and even the Free Cities to make a life of your own. He took you to be his wife in the custom of Old Valyria and the two of you lived to have a family of your own. Maybe a son and a daughter each? And you watched each other grow old together…

His maddened laughing fit ceased as he found himself suddenly struggling to breathe under the strain he felt in his chest.

He had lost his last chance at happiness. He had lost his purpose.

And now he had nowhere to go.

Nothing to live for.

The remedy is obscured by frost, enwreathed in darkened flames.

The words echoed in his mind in an endless chant. Somehow, Helaena had known that you were in Winterfell, known that you were going to give yourself to Jacaerys. And she had warned Aemond of this, but for what?

To prevent his heartbreak?

To make things right with you?

To bring you back to him?

To bring you back to him…

You thought you heard someone laughing, the sound awakening you from your sleep with a start.

Emerging from your place of rest against Jace's shoulder, you looked up to find his eyes shut.

He was sleeping so soundly, his handsome face a picture of absolute calm. If your younger self had any inkling of how much he had loved you, your life would have turned out to be so different.

Instead of wasting all the time you had on dreaming of Aemond's affections, perhaps you would have had something real to hold on to. Jacaerys' love would have kept your heart whole, not broken right through the middle as it had now become.

You would be betrothed to the oldest son of Queen Rhaenyra, perhaps married with a child on the way even. That life would have been so beautiful and almost dreamlike.

But in a way, you were thankful for what you went through. It helped you the person you were today: a proficient healer, a dragonrider and someone highly trained in the arts of combat, governance and diplomacy.

Looking at the man who lay asleep beside you, you felt your heart soften. The perpetual pain that you woke up to when you ever did manage to get some sleep felt somewhat eased. For the first time in a long time, you felt a ray of hope.

Exactly like the early morning sun that was just beginning to creep up the horizon.

Fuck.

"Jace…" you kissed him, before whispering his name in his ear, trying to wake him up. "The castle, we need to-"

"Mmmh," he pouted, his arm wrapping around your waist just in time to stop you as you made an attempt to rise from the bed. "Let's stay here forever."

"Lord Stark's men must be looking for us!" you insisted and it was hearing this that finally made his eyes open.

He released you with a defeated sigh, watching you stand and walk over to where your clothes lay in a heap on the floor.

"You look so good bent over like that."

"Jacaerys!" you exclaimed at his ribald comment before being overtaken by a bout of laughter. "Get dressed, you insatiable beast!" you giggled, throwing his crumpled doublet at him.

"Fine," he finally acquiesed with a grin, devilry dancing in his eyes. "But after we get back to the castle…" he waggled his brows at you suggestively.

"And what excuse will we give the Starks?" you asked, attempting to lace up the back of your dress.

Jace watched you struggle, before rolling his eyes and walking over to help fasten your dress. "We'll say that you fell ill."

"And we left the castle because I fell ill?" you countered.

"If Lord Stark presses us with too many questions, I'm commanding Vermax to burn him down," he mumbled petulantly.

"Jace!"

"Okay, okay, I won't," he tittered.

Once you both were dressed and sufficiently presentable, you started your walk back to the castle, hand in hand.

It felt incredible, happiness, true happiness, slowly taking root in your barren heart as you saw dawn break across the sky.

However, just as the two of you neared the Winterfell castle, you felt the deafening screech from the skies. It was unmistakable.

A dragon.

You panicked, knowing that Vermax and Aquerion rested safely within the walls of Winterfell's castle, where you had left them.

Looking up, you could see in the early morning sky, an immense golden dragon soaring toward the castle.

Your astonishment came to a sudden halt as recognition came and you spoke in unison with Jace, just as he squeezed your hand.

"Sunfyre."

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Among snakes I shall dance, ch. 3: Four moons

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 3.7K

Warning: SOFT!AEMOND, and possible allusions to smut at the end, kind of.

First moon...

With her face in his hands, and with the feeling that his heart had shrunk, even stopped, he began to see red. "That's... that's the truth, isn't it?" was all he managed to articulate.

She nodded slightly and tried to hide her face. "It is." She muttered trying to move away from his touch, which was gentle.

"I- I knew he's depraved, but-" he said letting her go. He stood up and without thinking went to where he held his sword. "Dare to touch a highborn lady? His own flesh and blood- YOU!?" He shouted wielding the weapon and heading for the door.

Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do? To his brother, now the King?

"No- Aemond." she said, rising awkwardly from the floor, and walking over to where her husband stood and to take his free hand. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don’t do anything stupid?" he asked, turning to look at her. His face was completely unhinged from the anger he felt, from the immense disgust his brother was giving him at the moment. "Gutting that swine doesn't seem stupid to me right now, my wife." He said in a tone that made her hair stand on end.

He was deadly serious.

"Please."

"Just give me a reason not to become a fucking kingslayer right now." He asked in a whisper, his expression changing to an altogether softer one as he rested his hand on her shoulder. "Give me a reason." He demanded.

"You said I could always count on your protection, you just did." She pointed out, bringing a hand to the necklace he had just gave her. "If you do anything to Aegon, I won't have the only person who's willing to do it." She gave him a pleading look, and rested her other hand on his, still placed on his shoulder. "Please don't start this marriage by letting me down."

Clank!

He dropped his sword to the ground, and firmly drew her body to his. She froze at the action. "If I heard he's trying to lay a finger on you, I'll destroy him with my bare hands."

Not if I do it first. she thought.

"I won't stop you."

"Hm." Was the only sound he uttered. He pulled away from her slightly and took a glance at her neck scar, then ran his thumb over it. She gasped at the gesture. "Believe me when I tell you that you can count on my protection, no matter what or who.”

Even against his own family?

"Thank you."

Second moon...

Living with Aemond that first month was strange. Not because he did anything that made her uncomfortable or forced her to do what everyone else expected of her. Rather because he gave her space, so that she could do what she wanted and when she wanted, but at the same time he was always attentive to her and everything that concerned her.

He gave her space, because deep down he wanted to believe that this was how she would realise that she could really trust him. But he knew, too, that he should have no illusions that this would ever happen.

The connection they once had was gone. They were ashes, and they belonged in the past.

"You have been more aggressive than usual in your training lately, my prince." Ser Criston commented, as he wiped a hand across his forehead, brushing away the sweat that beaded on it.

"In battle that is how things should be, violent. Not some fucking delicate dance." Aemond replied to him as he reattached his eyepatch.

"Is there something troubling you?" the Commander asked, leaving his sword leaning against the wall.

The prince took a sip of his water, before giving Cole a glance, who failed to decipher what he was expressing. "Nothing that concerns you. Marital matters, of which I don't think you understand."

"Oh."

"Indeed, oh."

"Has the princess done something I should take care of?"

The silver-haired man approached the kingsguard commander. "As I said, it's not your concern, Cole."

"I'm sorry for making assumptions and meddling in matters that are none of my business."

“Well said." Said the Prince resting his hand on the brown-haired knight’s shoulder, thus reminding him of his place in the matter. "But while we are on the subject, I will ask you a question."

"Of course, my prince."

"What do you think of the princess, of my wife?"

"I don't think you should ask me that question. It is not my place to give an opinion about the princess." Ser Criston replied.

"Oh, come now, Commander. It's a family matter."

Ser Criston Cole's eyes widened at the prince's words, as he turned pale. "My prince?" he asked with confusion.

"You need not play the fool with me. I know exactly which tree the apple fell from." Aemond chuckled at the look on the face of the person who for years had taught him to fight. "I know the bond you both share."

Fuck.

"That's why I ask the question."

"The princess is..." Cole tried to measure his words. "An intelligent, determined young lady. Very capable when it comes to doing whatever she sets her mind to."

"You would protect her from danger, wouldn't you?"

"Like any other member of your family, of course. That is my duty."

"Even from anyone who would try to harm her? Even if you served that person as well?" Aemond arched an eyebrow as he folded his arms.

"Of course. Protecting the innocent is what I'm all about."

"Very well. Good to know." The young Targaryen leaned close to Ser Criston's ear. "Protect your blood above all things, commander."

Meanwhile, from the terrace, overlooking the training grounds, the young Velaryon princess watched the scene unfold between her lord husband and her biological father. She sighed as she sensed what the conversation might be about, even she could see how tense the Commander of the Kingsguard, the kingmaker, was.

"Good day, princess." A voice spoke behind her.

The young woman looked over her shoulder and saw her husband's grandfather, with his hands clasped in front of his body. "Good day, Lord Hand." She turned her attention back to the two men still conversing on the training area.

"I hope these last few weeks have been comfortable." Otto Hightower spoke, coming up to her right side, as he too thrown a glance in the direction she continued to stare.

"They have not been… that bad." The princess admitted. "To what do I owe your visit, my Lord? Is there something I should know about?"

"It has come to my attention that Prince Aemond and you do not share a bed, that your marriage has not yet been consummated." Spoke the man as he now turned his full attention to the young woman.

"Where are you going with this conversation?"

"You see, princess. It is urgent in order to avoid war, that you bed the prince." The Hand of the King spoke.

"For what reason? We are already married, that was the only thing that was expected of me, not that I should fuck with the prince."

"By having arranged and performed your union, it is implied that you both do it so, so that..."

"In order to what? Warm my husband's bed? So that he has a hole to stick his cock in and be satisfied? I don't understand why you care so much about this. The prince may seek pleasure elsewhere, as we both well know his dearest brother does." The young woman spoke, crossing her arms and raising her face defiantly.

Ser Otto frowned briefly before relaxing with a sigh. "You need to give the prince children, boys if possible."

"Thing which I cannot control, I fear." The young woman spoke, ignoring her husband's grandfather.

"But you can control the fact that you can fulfil your obligations as a woman, as the prince's wife that you are."

She scoffed. "What happens in our private lives should not concern you so much, my lord. Surely Aegon needs your help with matters more important than this."

"Precisely that is why I am here, this matter concerns the realms, the well being of the realms." The Hightower spoke as he nodded at his own words. "And let me not forget to mention that it was the king himself who told me to come and encourage you, princess. To do your duty."

How fucking disgusted she was with Aegon.

"Aemond wouldn't want to do any of this with me."

"Please don't say that. Just look at him. He's young and he's got stamina, plus anybody can tell by the way he's been looking at you since you got here, that he’s been looking at you with hunger." The man looked at the princess one last time. "If it were up to him his offspring would already be assured. The only thing keeping him from making a move is yourself."

"Hm." She replied with disinterest.

"You should be grateful for him anyway."

"And why is that?"

"Because he doesn't share the same... tastes as the King, besides, his honour weighs most heavily on him."

"Good to know."

Third moon...

"Fancy going for a walk with me this morning?" Aemond asked his wife, breaking the silence in their chambers as they ate breakfast.

The young woman wiped her mouth with her napkin before placing it on the table. "Don't you have anything important to do that requires your attention?" She asked before taking a sip from her cup of milk.

"It's nothing that can't wait." Said the silver haired young man with a small smile plastered on his face. "I'd like to spend some time with you, and see how you're doing lately." He admitted.

She looked at her silently and tilted her head to the side, then nodded softly. "That's alright. It would be nice to have some company for once." She commented, smiling back at her husband.

"Delightful." He said, pushing back his chair. He stood up and walked over to where she was sitting, and moved her chair back in a gentlemanly manner. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.

"Thank you." She said accepting it.

Silently they both began their journey to the gardens of the Red Keep, watching as lords, ladies and servants alike watched and whispered to each other, as if they were a circus attraction. She stiffened under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Ignore them." Her husband said as he laid a hand on her intertwined arm.

"I am." She said as she fixed her gaze on the ground. "What's their problem?"

He gave her a fleeting glance. "There are rumours."

"I knew that." He laughed wryly. "It's about our unconsummated marriage, I assume."

"Among other things." Aemond commented. "They think you're a spy."

That's when she let out a laugh. "You can tell they don't have anything more interesting to do. Do they think I'd still be alive right now if I was one? Seven hells, what a bunch of idiots."

"They think you must have put a spell on me or something." Aemond gave a small smile to his wife.

"And why is that?"

"They can't explain how Aemond One Eye is able to be with the Red Mermaid without there being any kind of confrontation between the greens and blacks. Apparently two married people being civil to each other and respecting the space between them is something they can't come to understand." He joked in a whisper in her ear.

"Have I succeeded in bewitching you without realising it, Lord Husband?

"Hm, I'm not sure, my wife. Maybe not." He sighed a brief laugh. "Or maybe you have."

"And when would that have happened?"

"I have no answer to that."

In truth, he did know when it happened.

"You're lying." She joked, giving him a warm smile.

The silver-haired prince thought at that moment that his heart was going to burst out of his chest at how fast it was going. For the first time since they were children, after all they had both been through since they were last well, she was giving him one of those smiles that made him feel immensely happy and at ease with the world.

It was as if time hadn't passed in a way. As if nothing bad had happened. It was as if for the brief time that that beautiful, bright smile lasted, they were still just that pair of children who came to kiss each other nervously goodbye before leaving.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that." The prince commented, glancing at his companion.

She arched an eyebrow. "Sometimes I smile, just like you. In fact you do it more than I do."

"But only with you." The silver-haired Tragaryen confessed, as he looked away as he felt his face light up involuntarily.

"Ao jurnegon olvie mele,” You look quite red, she commented as that time years ago.

"Kostā ȳdragon Valyrio Eglie?", Can you speak High Valyrian?

"Nyke gūrēntan ziry, lēda se jēdri...", I learned it, over the years.

"Ao gaomagon naejot sagon olvie quba rȳ ziry, skori nyke sylutan naejot bodmagho ao" You used to be quite bad at it, when I tried to teach you.

"Daor dombo." Not anymore.

"Eman daor udra, ñuha riña." I have no words, my lady.

So it was that for the second time in a row, the one-eyed prince felt his heart racing.

Could it be possible that their relationship was beginning to make progress?

Fourth moon...

"How nice to have the whole family together." Aegon commented, as he gave a glance at everyone at the table, sharing a meal together. "How nice to share an evening with my dear sister, at last." Said the usurper king as he gave a rare smile to his sister-in-law, who clenched her jaw tightly at the comment.

"I am glad that after these past few months you were finally able to join us, my dear." The queen mother commented, giving the young woman a smile that seemed sincere. "And that you are feeling more comfortable here."

Sincerely? The only thing she wanted to do at that very moment was to stick the cutlery in her eyes. She couldn't tolerate anyone there, except for Helaena and Aemond.

"Thank you, for caring about me. But it's not necessary, honestly." She gave a very fake smile to both mother and son.

If she was doing that, it was for Aemond. She was sick of him having to excuse her every time her family got together for dinner.

"How are things between you two? Have you had sex yet?" Aegon, the imbecile, asked bluntly as he chewed his food.

"Aegon!" His mother scolded him.

"Oh, come on mother, I only care about whether my little brother's sex life is pleasurable. I want to make sure my dear sister gives him the pleasure he deserves." He said with a shrug and a smile that was meant to reflect innocence. Which he lacked of.

"Aegon, shut your fucking mouth!" Aemond exclaimed, dropping his fist on the table angrily.

Aegon let out a laugh at his brother's reaction. "I will make you an offer brother." The older brother spoke as he rested his face on the palm of his hand. "Why don't you let me give you two some private lessons? That way you both learn and know how to father a child, you know, make sure the family name lasts, and all of that."

Aemond stood up defensively, his fists were clenched on the table, they were white and his gaze was dark with anger. "You've already taken care of that with the number of bastards you've got, brother.

It was a matter of a second before Aemond pounced on his brother and made him regret his words. He was a matter of seconds away from cutting out the usurper king's tongue himself.

"Aemond, please stop it." His Valyrian-featured wife whispered, as she rested her hand on his. "Husband." she called out to him, trying to gain his attention. "Aemond..."

He looked at her, his face still unhinged from the anger he felt, but once he saw the pleading look on her face, his gaze softened. "Hm..." he slowly took his seat again, but not before giving a glance at his brother, who had a victorious smile now plastered on his stupid face. "Are you all right?" He asked his wife in a whisper that no one else heard.

She nodded slightly, taking his hand again, which was now on her knee. He rested his other hand on hers and intertwined their fingers. His gaze, which had been fixed on her grip, stopped on her face, making eye contact and noticing the tears that had formed in her eyes.

"I'm fine." She lied, faking a smile for all the people present. He squeezed her hand lightly, and she returned the gesture.

"With wounded pride, the beast will roar. The dragon will rise up and claim what is his." Helaena whispered out of nowhere, causing the young Velaryon who had been sitting next to her to focus her attention on her aunt.

"What did you say, your highness?" The younger silver-haired woman asked, looking at the now Queen.

Helaena leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. "With wounded pride, the beast will roar. The dragon will rise up and claim what is his, dear niece." The young queen repeated, before taking her hand. "It is only a matter of time, only a matter of time."

That night was the first time she slept without turning her back on him. When the candles had been extinguished and the only light came from the fireplace, she reached under the sheets for his hand and took it. She drew spirals on the back of his hand, as when they were children.

He was silently breathless, still for a few moments, processing what was happening. But realising that at last, she had opened herself to him, with his other arm he took her by the waist and drew her into his body. She hid her face in his neck and sighed in relief.

"I trust you."

And for the first time in his life, Aemond Targaryen, cried. He cried like a child, feeling a huge amount of relief.

She hugged him tightly and kissed him behind the ear. "I trust you." She repeated, resting her head on his pillow, and pressing her forehead to his. She ran a hand over his face and placed a kiss on the scar over his eye, still covered by the patch.

"I'll do my best to keep it that way." He said with a small smile, tears streaming down his face in silence. She kissed them.

"I know now, Aemond." He kissed her cheek and tried to pull her body even closer.

"Never, no one will ever hurt you again."

"I don't care if they do, as long as you're with me."

"Never doubt that I will."

And with those words, he made himself a promise. And that was that no one, nothing, would ever come between them again. Not even Aegon, not even his family.

And like that first time she kissed him, she took his face between her two hands and placed a brief, nervous peck on his lips. Unlike the first time, the instant their lips connected, he reciprocated the kiss, and when she pulled away, he placed one of his hands on the back of her neck and sealed his lips with hers again.

When they parted due the lack of air, she stood up and then sat down on her husband's lap, who was still lying down.

"I want to see you whole." She whispered, caressing his defined torso from all the time he had spent training.

"I don't want to do… it if you're not sure about it." He murmured, bringing his hands to her hips. "Don't do this because of what that cunt said."

She stroked his cheek. "I'm not doing it because of what he said, I'm doing it for us. Because I trust you, Aemond." She lowered her face and placed a kiss on his jaw, then on his cheek and finally one on his patch, for the second time that night.

"Iksā gevie..." You are beautiful, he murmured, as he sat back down and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his forehead.

He brought a hand to his eyepatch, and paused for a few moments. He stared at her and took her hand, leading her to his patch, giving her permission to be the one to uncover his eye.

As a sign that he was allowing himself to be fully exposed to her. He was willing to let himself look totally vulnerable in front of his wife.

"Surely you-?"

"-Yes."

"Good."

"Good..." he gave her a warm smile as he drew circles on her hips, encouraging her to proceed.

He closed his good eye, as she gently pulled the patch away from him. Once it was off, she dropped it on the floor, and for the first time she saw his exposed scar. Unlike the first time, it was not bloody and stitched. It had healed well.

"Aemond..." she whispered his name in that dimly lit room. "Let me look at you." She begged.

He slowly, and with some fear, opened his eyes, and for the first time showed her his blue sapphire. He tried to read her expression, looking for any sign of rejection, but found none. He only saw her eyes crystallise and she gave him a tender but sad smile.

"You're beautiful." She confessed to him, then planted a kiss on the scar that bore the sapphire. She caressed his cheeks and rested her forehead on his.

The young Tragaryen caressed the young Velaryon's back, then placed a kiss on her shoulder, now exposed after he had lowered her nightgown.

"I trust you." She told him once again that night. "Completely."

"And I in you." Was what he replied before he laid her down on the bed and kissed her.

This time showing her the hunger he felt for her, as The Hand of the King had told the princess he felt towards her weeks ago.

SUGA, N° 8

Eu não durmo a quase 24 horas!

Quando a gente se apaixona por alguém corre o risco de pagar um preço alto.

Revenge (2011-)

first date 

A Song of Ice and Fire

“Só o que tem que fazer é manter sua espada por perto e seguir em frente.” — Geralt de Rívia

The Witcher (2019-)

Eu sou a Ranger Amarela.

Protect the Boss (보스를 지켜라) SBS 2011

PART I: BARE YOUR SOUL

PART II: BARE YOUR HEART

ROOMMATE AU/SOULMATE AU

I finally figured out my titles! Thank you to all who helped me brainstorm and a big shout out to @sumzysworld for the winning suggestion. You guys are the best. This fic has fully taken on a mind of its own. I really can’t wait to share it with you all! I even made a banner! It’s a lot more understated than my usual style, but it really fits the tone of the fic and I’m very happy with it!

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GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

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Bridgerton S3.E1 ∙ Out of the Shadows

Tráiler Oficial de "Castlevania: Nocturne", la nueva serie de Netflix .

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