Summary: You're Niragi's little sister, who Chishiya takes an interest on. In the Borderlands, he starts to fall in love with you but when you return to your previous world and your paths cross, you're complete strangers to each other. Will you remember each other and fall in love a second time?
The train station was nearly empty, the air thick with the hum of fluorescent lights. You sat slumped on the cold bench, staring at the cracked floor tiles beneath your feet. Another job interview had ended in failure, another door slammed shut in your face. The weight of it all bore down on you like a stone.
“You look like someone in need of a little excitement.”
The voice startled you, smooth and polished, like a salesman who’d already closed the deal before you even knew you were buying.
You looked up. A man in a crisp gray suit stood before you, his briefcase in one hand, an oddly familiar smile on his face. It wasn’t just his perfect appearance that unnerved you—it was the way his dark eyes seemed to pin you in place, as if he saw something in you even you didn’t know.
“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, blinking at him.
The man’s smile widened as he sat beside you, placing his briefcase carefully between his polished shoes. “I said, you look like you could use some excitement. Or maybe a second chance.”
You frowned. “Who are you?”
He chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two brightly colored squares of paper—one red, one blue. “Think of me as… an opportunity,” he said, holding them up. “Do you know how to play ddakji?”
The sight of the paper tiles brought back faint childhood memories—games played on dusty playgrounds, the loud slap of paper against paper. You didn’t answer.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten,” he said, his tone almost teasing. He placed the blue tile on the ground and held the red one out to you. “Let me remind you.”
You hesitated, eyeing him warily. “Why? What’s in it for you?”
“Oh, I don’t need anything from you,” he said, leaning back against the bench. “Except maybe… your willingness to play. If you win, I’ll give you 100,000 won. If I win, well…” He paused, his smile sharpening. “You can pay with your body.”
Something in your gut screamed that this was a mistake, that this man was dangerous. But there was a pull to him, an almost magnetic charm that made you want to prove yourself. And the money—100,000 won for a simple game? It felt too easy.
You grabbed the red tile.
“Good,” he said, sitting forward, his eyes gleaming. “Your turn.”
The first round ended quickly. You threw the tile with more force than precision, and it barely grazed the blue square.
“Don’t rush,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “It’s not about power—it’s about control.”
His turn came next. With a quick flick of his wrist, the red tile smacked down hard against the blue one, flipping it instantly. He looked up at you with a grin that was equal parts charming and unnerving.
“That’s one for me,” he said.
Your frustration mounted as the rounds went on. No matter how much you tried to focus, his throws were effortless, precise. You were outmatched, and he knew it.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you said bitterly after yet another loss.
“Perhaps,” he admitted, leaning back. “But not for the reasons you think.”
That caught you off guard. His gaze lingered on you, softer now, though no less intense. It made your chest tighten, as though he could see every corner of your soul.
“What do you mean?” you asked cautiously.
He smiled again, but this time, it was tinged with something almost… regretful. “You’re fascinating, you know that?”
Your face flushed. “What?”
“You have nothing,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No money, no job, no prospects. And yet, here you are—fighting, hoping. Most people in your position would have given up by now. But you…” His gaze flicked down to the tile in your hand. “You still want to win.”
His words stung, but there was something else buried in them—a strange kind of admiration.
“Why do you care?” you asked.
He tilted his head, as if considering the question. “Maybe because I see something in you,” he said softly. “Something rare.”
The tension between you hung heavy in the air. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something real in his expression, something unguarded.
Then it was gone.
“Last round,” he said, straightening. “Make it count.”
You took a deep breath, focusing all your frustration and determination into the throw. The tile hit the ground with a sharp crack, flipping his blue square over.
You gasped. “I did it.”
He clapped slowly, his smile widening. “Impressive,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crisp 100,000 won bill. He held it out to you, his fingers brushing yours as you took it.
The contact sent a shiver through you. His touch was warm, grounding, but there was something unsettling about the way his gaze lingered.
“What happens now?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended.
His smile softened, but the gleam in his eyes darkened. “Now,” he said, rising to his feet, “you have a choice.”
“What choice?”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “You can walk away, take the money, and forget this ever happened. Or…” He tilted his head, studying you. “You can play a much bigger game.”
You stared at him, your heart pounding. “What kind of game?”
His smile deepened, and for a moment, he looked almost sad. “A game that could change everything for you,” he said. “But be warned: once you start, there’s no going back.”
The weight of his words settled over you, but before you could respond, he leaned in slightly, his voice barely audible.
“I hope you choose wisely, Y/N.”
And with that, he was gone, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the station.
You sat there for a long time, the red tile still in your hand, the faint imprint of his touch lingering on your skin.
Deep down, you knew that whatever game he was offering, it would cost you more than you could imagine.
a/n: had a bit of fun with this ol' site today. not all of my fics are here yet, and this will be updated as we go. also, I cannot speak as to the accuracy of my choices — if thou doth protest, you're welcome to do so!
Summary: When the finally memory hit, the acknowledge of Eris and Y/N being alive only started a new legacy.
*can be read alone but serves as a sequel with my series Memories fade
Back to beginning
Summary: Y/N wakes up from the dead, overwhelmed by confusion and grief, learning about her miraculous revival and Eris' survival, breaking down in tears as the nurses comfort her. She prepares to reunite with Eris and face their new beginning.
Lock it in
Summary: Y/N and Eris solidify their bond through an intimate meal, leading to a passionate night that deepens their love and connection. In the quiet of their cabin, they find solace and joy in each other's embrace.
Right part
Summary: Eris and Y/N bask in the serene night, discussing their future children under the stars, their love and dreams intertwining in the tranquil embrace of their shared future.
Morning surprise
Summary: Eris and Y/N share an intimate morning, deepening their bond and reflecting on their future together. Afterward, Eris tenderly cares for Y/N, emphasizing the depth of his love and devotion.
Baby Spark
Summary: YN and Eris welcome their newborn son Finna into the world after a long and arduous labor, solidifying their bond and vowing to give him a life filled with love and joy. Despite their hidden existence, their family's strength and unity shine through as they cherish the beginning of their new life together.
Lucky
Summary: Y/N and Eris experience their first night home alone with their newborn son, Finna. As they navigate the challenges of soothing their baby, they share playful moments and deep affection, ultimately finding comfort in each other and the new addition to their family.
Not like him
Summary: Eris juggles his responsibilities as a leader and a new father, struggling with memories of his cruel upbringing. Overwhelmed by self-doubt, he fears becoming like his father, Beron. With the support of his advisor, Borra, Eris finds strength in his bond with his son, Finna, and reaffirms his commitment to his family.
Ace of the aces
Summary: Eris wakes up alone, realizing Y/N has taken their son, Finna, out for the morning. As he starts a fire and picks up a book, he drifts back to sleep. He wakes to Y/N and Finna returning home with a new hunting hound puppy, bringing back memories of his own twelve hounds from childhood.
Little guard
Summary: Eris attempts to put Finna down for a nap, only to have Ace bark in protest, showing his desire to stay close to the baby. Eris and Yn watch with affection as Ace settles into his role as Finna's protector.
An outburst of a spark
Summary: Eris and Y/N discover their son Finna has powerful magic after a dramatic outburst, leaving Eris panicked and uncertain. Together, they resolve to support and guide Finna, reaffirming their bond as a family.
When the stars fall
request: I feel like we NEED to see how do they celebrate starfall as a family! I would die to see Eris with baby Finna trying to make everything perfect for Y/N as she definitely misses starfall with her brother. I feel that Eris would do everything to make it perfect!!!
Baby traitor
Request: I would love to see Finnas first words and I think it would be hilarious if his first words would be the dogs name instead of dada and Eris just loosing his mind lol
Another?
Summary: During a late night adult time a big statement is dropped
The gain of loss
Part 2
Summary: Y/N and Borra venture into Valkyrie ruins to find training scrolls for Finna, only to encounter the Inner Circle and feel a sudden, intense pain in her lower abdomen. Borra quickly winnows them back home, where Y/N faces the unknown cause of her pain, determined to protect her family.
Rest now my love
Summary: Eris cares for a bedridden Y/N, ensuring she rests following their recent loss while balancing the needs of their baby, Finna. Amidst their struggle, they find solace and strength in their unwavering love and support for each other.
Happy 1st spark
Summary: Finna turns one and Eris and Y/N need to make it special
So he did it?
Summary: Y/N returns home after a difficult visit to the healer, burdened by the news of how magical force fields had impacted her pregnancy and her diminished chances of conceiving again. Eris greets her with concern and support, creating a moment of quiet solace as she prepares to confront the heavy truths ahead.
Puppy litter
Summary: Eris discovers that Ace, their loyal hound, has fathered a litter with a pregnant female dog. They decide to name the dog Charlie, and Y/N introduces their one-year-old son, Finna, to their new family member. Despite Finna’s adorable attempts to say Charlie’s name, Ace remains fiercely protective of his new companion, signalling the start of a new chapter for their growing family.
Happy birthday Star
Summary: Y/N's birthday has came upon the household and Eris and his son will do everything to make it perfect
Water Baby
Summary: Eris and Y/N enjoy a perfect day by the lake, playing with Finna
Goodbye
Summary: Y/N struggles with the emotional weight of leaving Eris and Finna for a year of intense training, leading to a tearful and comforting night in Eris's arms.
Loves separation
Summary: Once they are separated the family finally understands its worth
Welcome home
Summary: The family is finally back together
Round two Baby
Summary: Eris and Y/N confront their fears and embrace hope as they learn of Y/N's new pregnancy, vowing to face the challenges ahead together.
here you can find all my existing bots and a short description, i will update this page! 💌
ᯓ aemond targaryen: {14}
(1) — not his children? (niece!user {no dance!au} where they're married and he begins to believe the rumors that she conceived children from jace)
(2) — his beloved niece (niece!user where he proposes to her during dinner in 1x07 episode)
(3) — postwar marriage (niece!user the only surviving child of rhaenyra and daemon, in which he takes care of her and grooms her to build a trusting relationship and marries her when she grows up)
(4) — forbidden feelings (aunt hightower!user and he just being in love with her, but afraid of this)
(5) — after 'the pink dread' (niece!user consoles him after this joke) [platonic]
(6) — in harrenhal (twin-sister wife!user where she pregnant and afraid of that rhaenyra captured king's landing)
(7) — the only queen (lannister-wife!user who wants to be a queen and he does everything for her) [r]
(8) — his strong girl (niece!user after dinner scene when he calls her and her brothers bastards)
(9) — street of silk (niece!user where he finds her there after aegon took her to the street of silk)
(10) — get his attention (baratheon!user that daughter of borros whom he chose as his wife)
(11) — fear of closeness (wife!user {u can choose her house if you like} where he's afraid of s3x because aegon took him to a brothel when he was thirteen)
(12) — war trophy (strong!user who is the legitimate daughter of harwin and aemond takes her to his bed after the capture of harrenhal)
(13) — trying to be a good father (niece!user he cheated on her with alys rivers and after the war he tries to take care of their children)
(14) — father for the first time (niece!user where they become parents for the first time and he worries about whether he will be a good father)
ᯓ aegon ii targaryen: {10}
(1) — king wants to see you in his chambers (niece!user after the 'dance of the dragons' trying to have a child)
(2) — burning body and heart (wife!user stays with him after rooks' rest) [r]
(3) — seeks comfort (wh0re!user he just comes to a brothel and for the first time he is looking not for s3x but for consolation)
(4) — may become a father (aemonds wife!user where aegon becomes a father to her children after news of aemond's affair with alys rivers is revealed)
(5) — takes you to the street of silk (niece!user where he takes her to a brothel to anger rhaenyra)
(6) — newborn (niece!user where they meet their first child)
(7) — his rhaenys (sister!user who was going to become a septa, but he wants to take her as his second wife because he always wanted only her)
(8) — after usurpation (niece!user where he visits her with their son after the usurpation) [r]
(9) — blood & cheese (niece!user comes to his chambers with their daughter after the murder and finds him in bed with her lady-in-waiting)
(10) — different twins (twin-sister-wife!user where they are complete opposites but he wants to find a common language with her) [r]
ᯓ daemon targaryen: {6}
(1) — won't allow it (sister!user where she is engaged to viserys, and daemon takes her to a brothel to tarnish her honor and take her as his wife)
(2) — teacher's pet (stepdaughter!user where he no longer finds rhaenyra interesting or attractive, and his attention shifts entirely to her eldest daughter) [r]
(3) — he regrets it (niece!user who accidentally became pregnant by him, but to hide it she was married to otto hightower)
(4) — late visit (hightower!user which otto sends to the daemon after laena's death so that she can console him)
(5) — obvious things (sister!user who is married to viserys, but her children are actually from daemon and they keep it a secret) [r]
(6) — queen wants to see the newborn (sister!user where hey meet their child and alicent wants to see him) [r]
ᯓ jacaerys velaryon: {2}
(1) — solace (sister!user where they both find solace in each other after luke's death)
(2) — one of those dragon seeds (bastard!user where he's just still grumbling about bastards riding dragons)
ᯓ rhaenyra targaryen: {2}
(1) — she likes you more than your husband (harwins wife!user who has an affair with rhaenyra) [wlw]
(2) — something she will never forgive herself for (daughter!user who is aegon's wife and lost her child during blood & cheese and rhaenyra tries to comfort her after all that) [platonic]
ᯓ alicent hightower: {1}
(1) — her only child (daughter!user who looks exactly like her, and alicent has the strongest connection with her) [platonic]
ᯓ daeron targaryen: {1}
(1) — reunion (sister!user where they are reunited on the battlefield after a long separation) [r]
ᯓ helaena targaryen: {1}
(1) — doesn't want to fly into battle (lannister!user calms her down after aemond's attack) [r, wlw]
my requests are still open and i am happy to receive them ⭑.ᐟ
i didn't leave any links, but again you can find my profile and all these bots there! and if you need a specific link send me a message!
aegon x twin-sister-wife!user where they are married and have never been close, but he really wants to get closer to her, but doesn't know how because they are very different! (request)
daemon x sister!user where she is married to viserys, but secretly has an affair with daemon and her children are actually his! (request)
aemond x wife!user where it's an arranged marriage, but he's very worried before the wedding night because of the fear he got at thirteen when aegon took him to a brothel!
i want to say thank you for the kind words and support that you send me along with the requests! my requests are still open so if you have interesting ideas and wishes, i will be glad to see them! 💌💌
OC fics:
Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues Series ⇾ Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, read the rest of the chapters here!!
Look of Love 💕
Reader Inserts:
But Darling (I'd Still Die For You)
The Prince and His Musician 💕
Tourney Injuries and a Proposal
Study Sessions
You Know Other Men??🔥 💕
Fantasies and Restraint🔥
Spy!Aemond Headcanons
The Despair of a Dragon's Wife💕
Liquid Lust🔥
Sub!Aemond🔥
Y/N's Birthday🔥
The Prince's Chambers🔥
Think I'm Gonna Call it Off ⇾ Cregan Stark X Reader X Aemond
When the Night Turns
From Dragon Shores🔥
Multichapter:
The Scar on Your Palm (and the One on Mine)💕 Pt 2💕
The Innocent's Folly Masterlist (Finished!)
The Trial of Tributes Masterlist (Finished/find on AO3)
Hold My Heart (Between Your Teeth) ⇾ Masterlist (on hiatus)
Reader Inserts:
Perils of Kindness and Lust🔥 Pt 2🔥
The Maester's Assistant 💕
Angel in the Marketplace 🔥💕
A Maid's Obsession 🔥
Multi Characters:
Apprentice!reader ⇾ Masterlist
Bowling with the Modern!Targs HC
Arcade Games with the Modern!Targ boys HC
Sex Pollen with the Targ Boys🔥
Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea ⇾ Masterlist (on hiatus)
The Dowager Queen ⇾ Preview, series masterlist💕
Orange Blossoms (Alicent x Criston) Ch 2, Ch 3 (find more on my AO3)
Vervain and Wolfsbane - Vamp AU ⇾ Ch 1, Ch 2 (find more on my AO3)
Summary- Aemond has been thrown into the dungeons just hours after your death, but the blacks need Aemond and Aemond needs you.
Warnings- angst ending with fluff, mentions of torture, murder, battle of the gullet comes wayy faster than it actually does lol, dragon death
Part 3 of the Betrayal mini-series 1 2
Wc-3.3k+
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Aemond was thrown into the dungeons along with Criston. They quickly found out that wasn't a wise idea since it ended up with Aemond almost choking the man out.
He's not sure how long he'd been down there but he's been questioned a lot. But Criston on the other hand has been tortured, daily. He heard his screams of pain, and it made Aemond cringe. That man was the closest thing to a father he ever had but he was also the same man who killed the love of his life in front of him, however many days it's been since.
Aemond thought they were going to starve him out but those thoughts were soon erased when Daemon Targaryen himself. His uncle, and father of his late love, came down and opened his cell door. Daemon glared harshly at his nephew, tightening his jaw and fist.
"Come boy." He demands but Aemond doesn't move, just sits there and looks at him wearily. "A hot bath and food has been prepared for you." Aemond cocks his head to the side before standing up.
"Preparing me for my execution?"
"Every day I have the urge to come down here and cut your head off and send it to your family. But the queen says if it's true you are here to bend the knee, we need you." Daemon steps out of the way but Aemond still hesitates. "We don't have all day."
"Hmm, lead the way." Aemond has only been to Dragon Stone maybe less than a handful of times. Daemon started his descent to the stairs with Aemond in tow.
"Letting your daughter's killer out Daemon?" Gasps out Cristion making both men stop.
"I guess you have gone mad Criston, you will never know freedom again." Daemon spits out and continued his way up the stairs.
Aemond kept space between him and his uncle. There was still a chance this was all a trick and he was being led to his execution. But no. Daemon opened the door and the hot steam hit them both in the face.
"Enjoy," Daemon says and Aemond walks through and Daemon shuts the door. A pretty servant girl appeared.
"Would you like assistance with bathing my prince?" She asks and Aemond shakes his head no. She nods and gives a bow before leaving. Once Aemond knew he was alone he started discarding the clothes he had on. He still had dried blood on his hands. Her blood. It made him sick to his stomach.
Aemond settled into the water and sighed deeply. The warmth was very welcoming after being in a cold cell for days.
He wasn't sure how long he was in there but his fingers started to prune and the water started going cold. He scrubbed his skin quickly, dirt and mud from the cells had already turned the water dark and the blood made it worse.
His hair was a lost cause. He could wash out the gunk but it would be a frizzy mess. He stepped out of the bath cautiously and grabbed the towel. He dried himself off and the cold air made him shiver. His wet hair not helping so he tied it up in a low bun.
The clothes given were a simple white tunic and a pair of pants, his boots from before would have to do.
Aemond stepped out of the room refreshed. A guard in the hall came up to him.
"The Queen has asked for your presence." He says and Aemond gives a nod. They both walk to the map room where the other half of his family is.
Baela noticed him first, she had a hard glare on her face. Rhaenys saw him but kept her face neutral, demoted of any emotion. Rhaena was absent. Luke and Rhaenyra stood together, while Jace stood off to the side fists clenched and fresh tear streaks on his face.
Daemon's hand was tightly gripped on his sword. He also seemed to have taken a bath but his red fists were clear as day.
"We have a meal for you, brother," Rhaenyra says and Aemond says the plate of hot food with a cup of wine. He slowly walked down the steps, one by one until he was behind the chair. The smell enticed him so much, he pushed the chair back and sat in it. Digging into the food greedily.
They watched him eat, everyone in that room had mixed emotions about him. Some found him guilty, some blamed him, others knew they needed him.
"Vermithor was last confirmed to be seen crossing the Stepstones and there are reports they saw him carrying something." Aemond stopped eating at the mention of the dragon.
"Any guesses as to where he is going?"
"Valyria," Luke says and Aemond sees others in the room sigh or shake their heads. "Maybe Vermithor knows something we don't."
"He's never been to Valyria, none of our dragons have Luke," Jace says.
"But he's still a dragon, that's where his and our ancestors originated."
"That doesn't explain why he would take Y/n there." Aemond snaps at the boy and Rhaenyra grabs Luke’s hand. "After this is done, I'm going to look for them."
"What makes you think you're leaving?" Daemon asks and he takes a step closer Aemomd drops his spoon and sits back.
"You have me and Vhagar now, you can have throne by lunch." Aemond took a bite of his food again.
"We kept you in the dungeons too long. Your grandfather has gotten the support of the Triacrhy and they attacked the Velaryon fleet at the Gullet.
"You need me to sort it out?" Aemond asks and he downs the wine.
"You and Jace will fly out, using force only if necessary." Rhaenyra and Aemond cracked his knuckles and pushed the chair back.
"Let's go now." He started walking away, not knowing where he would go. But he didn't want to be there.
"Aemond stop," Rhaenyra says and he stops. "You must rest, Daemon is going to take Harrenhall."
"I will rest when this is over."
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Your eyes shot open and the air rushed back into your lungs giving you a horrible spike of pain. You were rushed with cold then you were burning.
"You're okay Lady Y/n." The voice was loud but it was also so sweet and low. You looked around but you could only see the orange glow of fire and you were clearly in a rock structure. A soft pair of hands wrapped themselves around your back and they slowly helped you sit up. The cloth covering your breasts fell in your lap but you made no effort to grab it again.
You turned your head slowly to meet with a woman. Her hazel eyes pierced through yours. Her dark hair was shining in the light.
Your heart started racing and you felt across your body when you felt the scars. One look down and the flashes of the blade going in and out of your abdomen. You remembered the flooding of blood in your mouth and... Aemond.
"Ae-." Your voice barely came out, a tiny squeak at best.
"Rest your voice, my lady, your prince is safe." The woman says and walks away and bends down to grab something. She stands back up and she has clothes in her arms. "Your family needs you." She held her hand out to you and you shakily grab it. She helps you plant your feet on the cold floor and your legs shake, the last piece of cloth falling leaving you naked. "Hold onto the table."
You slowly turned around and held onto the stone slab. Her hands touched your back and she rubbed her finger along the scars.
"They will heal nicely."
"H-How am I alive?" You ask lowly, she smiles behind you.
"Thank your dragon and the Lord of Light, my lady."
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You've heard of the Lord of Light, but you didn't believe in him. You didn't even believe in the Seven. But as you walked through the temple with Seraphine, the priestess who brought you back, this lord of light seemed to be even more real.
Seraphine gave you a pair of pants and a black long tunic. Your hair burnt at the edges, ultimately damaging some of your hair.
"Where is Vermithor?" You were still trying to find your voice.
"He has taken the liberty and made a home in a field feeding on cows." There were two guards standing post in front of the door. One nod from Seraphine and they opened the doors. The bright lights outside made you stumble. A servant of the temple appeared and he held a pouch of food and a canteen of water. “May I ask you something?”
You nodded.
“What did you see when you passed?” She asks, almost desperately but keeping calm.
“Nothing. I saw nothing.” You say and she lets out a quick sigh.
"May the Lord of Light guide you" Seraphine says. You took the pouch from the servant and nodded at them.
"Thank you." You say to both Seraphine and the servant, and maybe to R'hollor himself.
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Volantis, that is where you ended up. That is where Vermithor brought you, which confused you. Vermithor has no history of ever being near here, so how did he know to come here?
But the dragon wasn't a hard miss. He lay comfortably in the field. The people of Volantis had started huddling up and pointing at the beast. Some had never seen a dragon or it's been too long. You pushed past them and with one look at your hair and your approach to the dragon, they all backed off and whispered.
"Who is she?"
"Lady Y/n Targaryen? That is her dragon up there."
"But she's supposed to be dead, killed by her lover."
"That has to be Daemon Targaryens eldest."
Vermithor raised his head when he noticed you and raised it to his full height. He then lowered his neck so he could greet you. You reached up and the second you touched his warm, scaly skin you smiled. Smiled hard, you weren't sure how long you had been dead but it felt great.
"I am in debt to you." Vermithor gave a small growl of acknowledgment, the large dragon then showed you his neck so you had access to the ropes of his saddles. "Take me home."
-
Aemond stood in her bedroom. Memories of the two flooded him. The amount of times he has snuck in here and the times he almost got caught. Her bed was still made since the last time she was there.
It was hard to believe barley a week ago she was begging him to join her. Barley a week since he watched the life leave her eyes the next day.
"Daemon's taken Harrenhall." Jace's voice came from behind him. Aemond turned around to see his nephew in his riding gear and armor. Aemond walks towards him, hair swaying behind him to bump into the boy in front of him. Jace's fists clenched then he relaxed. "I know what your intentions are." Aemond stopped walking. "She wouldn't want you to do that, uncle."
"That is not of your concern, I will look for her regardless of where I am."
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Vhagar is the largest dragon alive. She is a hardened warrior. But that doesn't mean she isn't an easy target for ships, as her old age has made her slower and less agile. Her dragon fire is devastating but it won't do anything if she is shot out of the sky.
Jace and Vermax focused more on the actual people on the ships rather than destroying the ships. Leaving that to Aemond and Vhagar.
Everything was going well until Aemond witnessed Vermax get caught in a grapple and yanked down. No doubt the dragon's death was immediate. Jace leapt off and crashed into the water and Aemond knew his nephew was in trouble. Vhagar dove and the men on the ships brought their crossbows out.
But before Aemond could yell the word 'Dracarys'. Another dragon swooped in under him and instantly laid waste to the ships. It forced Aemond to pull Vhagars reigns and urge her to stop.
Anyone familiar with any of the dragons can recognize the Bronze Fury. But Aemond was more than familiar with the Bronze Fury. Aemond leaned over Vhagar to catch a glimpse at the dragon flying below.
The silver hair stood out against everything else.
Aemond felt his heart skip multiple beats. He blocked out all the chaos, Vhagar maneuvering herself around spears. He is no longer worried about Jace. Aemond gripped the reigns and leaned forward.
"Pikagon(follow), Vhagar!" The dragon dipped down and followed behind Vermithor. Aemond was intent on getting a look at the rider.
The combination of Vhagar and Vermithor fire destroyed the majority of the fleet. Less than 15 ships remained before white flags were waved and the retreat began.
Aemond could barely focus, his sole attention on Vermithor. But then the dragon changed direction and flew away. Aemond, with no hesitation, followed.
Vermithor Landed on a sandbank and Vhagar circled until she landed as well. The dragons stood opposite of each other. Aemond shakily made his way down until his boots hit the sand. The person on Vermithor made the same action.
Aemond walked forward a few steps and he saw you. He saw you from that great distance. His legs were moving before he could register it.
"Aemond!" He heard his name come from your voice and it spurred him faster. You had started running too, but Aemonds long legs had him reach you much quicker. You crashed into him but he held himself so he only stumbled. He grabbed your arms and looked at you. He looked you up and down.
"H-How? I watched you die." Aemond's eye started to gloss and suddenly his eyepatch was growing irritating. You shakily brought your hands to his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb.
"Vermithor took me to Volantis and a red priestess brought me back. The Lord of Light brought me back."
For a moment Aemond believed he died and just hasn't realized it. But it all felt too real.
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He pressed his forehead against yours and let the tears fall freely, the same tears falling from his other eye started to accumulate in his eyepatch.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I should have just left with you the first time."
"There was no way we could have known, but I'm back, and hopefully for a long time." Aemond sucked in a sharp breath and stumbled backward. You grabbed his arms tightly and his knees buckled so he landed on them. You went down with him and wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders.
Aemond laid the side of his head on your chest so he could feel and listen to your heartbeat. He takes continuous deep breaths and you cradle the back of his head. Your fingers then unbuckled his eyepatch and you tossed it into the sand.
"Aemond." He looks up, his violet eye matching yours. The sapphire shining. "I'm here, I'm okay." He swallowed harshly and looked around.
No enemies to be seen. Just your dragons on opposite sides of the sand bank and the burning of ships in the distance.
No one was there to take you away from him again.
Aemond kisses you like he never did before. He wrapped his arms securely around your body and pulled you onto his lap.
He grabbed at your clothes and pinched the material tightly. He kissed you as if his life depended on it. But it was all too much for you and you pulled pack. He pushed his face into your neck, his cold nose making you shudder. His thin lips pressed against your neck, followed by multiple pecks along the skin.
"Aemond no." He now laid sloppy wet kisses. "I smell of dragon and death."
"Don't care."
'Cough, Cough'
Aemond pushed you to the side and scrambled to his feet. Unsheathing his sword in the process.
Jace shook his hair and hacked up more salt water.
"Jace." You whisper and scramble up but this time running to him. "Jace!"
He looked up from the sand to see your figure and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Y/n?" You collapsed to your knees and pulled him in. "B-But you're- am I?"
"No, you're not. I'm here Jace, I'm alive." He was trying to take in the information but exhaustion came over him and he slumped in your arms. Aemond walked up behind you to inspect his nephew.
“We need to get him back to Dragonstone.”
-
Word reached Daemon in Harrenhall as soon as possible when the Bronze Fury was seen at the Gullet. He was back on Caraxes immediately to fly out. Velaryon and Triarchy ships were still ablaze but no sight of any dragons. The next best place would be back to Dragonstone.
And he was right. Daemon sees Vermithor being tended to by the dragon keepers. He landed Caraxes and walked in through one of the many entrances to the castle.
He passed servants on his way to the council room, helmet clenched in his fist. They stared at him or their eyes would widen at the sight of him. Two guards at the door pushed it open for him. Everyone’s eyes turned to him and they grew silent.
His eyes couldn’t help but trickle over to the bundle of silver hair. Baela and Rhaena stood there hugging you. Daemon’s hand went weak and the helmet clattered to the ground loudly.
You split from your sisters and smiled at Daemon.
“Father.” Daemon didn’t move from his spot when you reached him. He grabbed you and pulled you in tightly.
“I- how? When?” He wanted to ask so many questions but you shook your head.
“I'm here, that's all that matters.” Daemon stayed silent and held you tighter.
-
Criston’s execution was minutes after the reunion. Death by dragon. Baby dragons, juvenile dragons. It was a horrifying watch.
-
“Do you think the red god exists?” You ask Aemond as he gently drags his finger along the healing puncture marks.
“There are many gods.” You lean against his chest, the water in the tub sloshing.
“Have you read about this one?”
“There isn’t much in the library.” He kissed the side of your head and you tilted your head back.
“And there has never been a resurrection recorded.” Aemond tensed up.
“We don’t even know if you were actually dead, you could have passed out and I simply missed it.”
“You watched me die, Aemond. You saw me dead.” Aemond rolled his head and shook it side to side. “I saw nothing, the whole time there was nothing. No dream, no god to take me someplace, none of our ancestors talked to me. It was just nothing.” You started to cry and grasped the edges of the tub. Aemond wrapped his arm securely around you and cradled you.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
It wasn’t until you stopped crying that you could speak clearly again. You stared at the candle, the fire flickering back and forth.
“Aemond?”
“Hmm.”
“I want to give my thanks to this, god.” Aemond sighed but pressed his cheek onto the top of your head. He refused to fight about something like this.
“Whatever you need, I am here.” The rumble coming from his chest when he spoke was comforting.
“Avy jorrāelan(I love you).” You say and kiss his bicep. “He is the one who brought me back to you.”
For his twentieth nameday, Queen Alicent had gifted her second son his very own handmaid. “He is the only of my children not to have one. I’d like for her to be sweet and devoted and quick on her feet, a girl who will swear her undying loyalty and service unto him and his needs,” she had declared.
We’re to believe Prince Aemond graciously accepted this gift, much to the delight of the queen. But Queen Alicent herself never expected pure and true romance to blossom. So smitten was the prince with this girl, the pretty bastard daughter of a serving wench from Harrenhal (as Mushroom claimed).
Towards the end of 130 AC, Prince Aemond had taken his handmaid as his bedmate, and later sired all three of her children. Any hour away from his dragon was spent in the company of his “sweet girl”, as he soon dubbed her.
These are the tales of their love story.
"i am looking for a maid, preferably one of eight-and-ten...a young handmaid for my second son, aemond."
aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.
“please,” aemond begs, keeping you flush against him as he nuzzles your breasts. “allow me to make love to you, sweet girl.”
“she is pregnant.” his queen mother’s palm slams heavily down on the dark council table, loud as a thunderclap. “she is pregnant! aemond!”
“she’s a bastard—‘innit the truth, mother?”
lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.
cassandra baratheon dreams of prince aemond. the same cannot be said for prince aemond himself.
