Strawberries and cigarettes
Aemond ‘One-Eye’ Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon
Modern au
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Aemond loves smoking, being the family’s headache, Vhagar, and making his nephew lose his tranquility. In no particularly order.
Jace hates making his mother and step father disappointed, hates disorder , his curly hair and cigarettes.
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“You shouldn’t smoke, They’ll kill you.”
“I will gladly die if it means getting out of those dreadful dinners.” Aemond turns to the person that belonged to the voice, He take a look at him. Head to toe. Puberty did wonders to Jacaerys. Except it came short to his height. He smirks at his joke.
Still had those big eyes and freckles.
Jace eyes narrow, like he knew Aemond was bad mouthing him.
“I quite enjoy them. It’s the only time we see each other. All of us.”Jace adds in case Aemond gets the wrong idea. Too late.
Aemond rolls his eyes. Of course perfect goody two shoes enjoys these awkward dinners that his father demanded of them. Expecting them to be a happy normal family. They were all far from it, more like the dysfunctional incestuous mad family.
Daemon had no shame in that. Maybe the only one.
“You miss me?” Aemond jokes. Only half of it.
Jace scoffs. “No.” Raises his chin and stands up straighter. Ouch.
Aemond inhales the smoke in his lungs to distract himself from the sting. He deals with it that way he knows how. By saying something mean,“You straighten your hair, nephew.” He blows the smoke in front Jace making the boy cough.
It was the first thing he notice when Jace walked in..
“Next thing you know I’ll see you with blonde hair.”Aemond sneers,”Desperately trying to fit in?”
“Fuck off.” Despite Jace glare, his shoulders shrink and lowers his head. Hunching was Jace bad habit or Jace just really has bad posture. Reminds him of a cat meme standing in its hinge legs.
He hears Rhaenyra call for Jace. They’re leaving. They never overstay their welcome.They both hear Daemon laugh, the man probably made a crude joke or made fun of his mother.
His jaw ticks. His finger itches to grab him. But remains glued to his spot. Jace pushes his pouty lips out and huffs. And leaves.
A bit dramatic for his taste.
“Jace.”
“Uncle.” Jace halts but doesn’t turn around. It’s alright Aemond gets to see his lovely behind.
“Next time,”He creeps up behind him. Letting himself get close, leaning down to his ear.Aemond held the urge to sniff his hair. that was a bit creepy. He could faintly smell the cologne, and something underneath, something sweet.,“Please your favorite uncle and don’t straighten your hair.”
Aemond didn’t get an answer. Jace upped and left like it burned him to be that close to his uncle.
It’s his father birthday when he sees his nephew again. His nimble fingers itches for a cigarette, when he sees he brought someone with him. That Stark boy. The guy making Jace laugh. In that moment Aemond want to test out if the new expensive hideous looking vase his mother just bought was actually fragile against the human skull. Aemond lips curve into a smirk when he takes a good look at Jace. His nephew brown curls framing his pretty face beautifully.
Aemond’s mother raised him right. He will go and introduce himself properly.
