Rhaenyra Targaryen: Your hands! Whenever Rhaenyra fidgeted with her rings you took hold of her hands. Whether it was to hold them on your own, rub soothing circles, or simply just a touch. She much preferred your fingers around her than her rings.
Daemon Targaryen: Your shoulders! He loves seeing you in dresses that show off your shoulders. Especially nightgowns that reveal all the sweet bites and marks he likes to leave. And see the jewels he gifted you, hanging off your neck.
Rhaenys Targaryen: Your eyes! As expressive as a dragon’s she’d say. Glimmer of happiness you saw she entered the room. Glowing with laughter on dragon back together. The mirror to your soul she could spend hours peering into.
Alicent Hightower: Your voice! Always so kind and accommodating for her, not because she was the Queen. But because you truly cared for her. Humming songs for her when she picked at her nails. Singing her soft tunes as she got ready for the day and night.
Harwin Strong: Your thoughtfulness! From untangling his hair gently after a long day of training. To dropping by the training grounds to catch up with each other throughout the day. It was the small gestures of your love he appreciated so much.
Criston Cole: Your hair! Long, short, curly, braided, dark, light. Whatever way you styled or wore it he adored your lovely locks. During moments alone he always had a strand between his finger tips.
Laena Velaryon: Your lips! Small sweet kisses throughout the day kept Laena joyful. Deeper kisses with hints of tongue, woke a flame in you. Lingering kisses on her cheek, hand, neck. Kept both of you awake through the night.
Corlys Velaryon: Your fearlessness! Meeting you during his adventures at sea. Diving into the thick of it with him, warmed his heart. Having someone like that by his side only fueled his love for you.
Helaena Targaryen: Your arms! Arms that wrap around her in the garden. Hold onto the insects she would show you. And the books she would read to you. Just you both holding each other brought Helaena much peace.
Jacaerys Velaryon: Your patience! Being a prince could be a high stresser, but luckily he had someone as cool headed like you around. Another thing he adored was how you cared about his siblings. Always kind to Luke and doting on the younger ones. Made his feelings for you grow.
Aemond Targaryen: Your Creativity! Your love for the art’s mirrored his love for history and philosophy. He cherished every painting, handmade gift, and love letter you gave him. Spending time together in the library were quiet moments he greatly appreciated.
Aegon Targaryen: Your body! It really isn’t a big surprise that any part of you Aegon could get ahold of would be his favorite. Hand’s roaming at any chance he got public or private. He just loved feeling your touch at all times.
𝐘𝐎𝐔 stared with disappointment at the shattered pieces of what was once your favourite jewellery box. It was given to you on your sixth name day, storing the pieces of jewellery you owned. Your mother, Princess Rhaenrya, had given the box bejewelled with rubies, telling you that Red was the colour of your blood that held the Dragons. You didn’t know why, but because of that, the box was very precious to you. And just a few seconds ago, you dropped it on the floor of your bedroom, pieces sliding all across the tiles.
Sighing to yourself, you wondered how you became so clumsy. You had Targaryen blood in you, you were supposed to be fierce and collected. But you knew that the second you stepped foot on the battlefield you’d most likely trip and fall face-first on your sword. Be that if you were ever allowed to be on the battlefield. Most likely not, but that didn’t erase the fact that it could still happen. You were the black sheep among your siblings.
Though being the eldest, your siblings Jace and Luke seemed to surpass you by a milestone with their gracefulness. You’d watch them often fighting in the courtyard, looking at their every move. Sometimes it almost seemed like dancing, and you wondered how it would feel to be coordinated. And though you found yourself envying your brothers of their fine combat style, it always seemed to be someone else who’d catch your attention.
Aemond Targaryen’s fighting style was sophisticated and precise. He danced across the gravel while evading Ser Criston’s attacks, in return striking his instructor successfully. During those moments, your eyes were stuck on his lean figure. He was graceful and above all valiant. Not only that, but he was a reserved man, not speaking often compared to your brothers. Despite knowing him ever since you were little, conversations with him nowadays were scarce, and you longed for more time with him.
Being brought back to your senses by the sound of your bedroom door opening, you turned around to see your younger brother Jace standing in the doorway, a sword held tightly in his hand.
‘’Where are they?’’ he said, panting. ‘’Where is the intruder?’’
You tried to suppress your laugh, seeing him all worked up by something which didn’t even happen. There was no intruder, it was just you.
‘’Dear brother,’’ you said, a big smile plastered onto your face. ‘’there is no intruder, just my clumsiness. I dropped my jewellery box. Mother’s going to kill me.’’
Jace’s defensive demeanour immediately dropped down, his expression showing you that he understood what had happened. He lowered his sword and looked at the mess on the floor. Giving you a sympathetic look, he chuckled.
‘’I should’ve known,’’ he said. ‘’A day never goes by without you not breaking anything or tripping on something. Really, sister, maybe dance classes would bring you good. You should try it sometime.’’
You huffed as you watched Jace laughing at his remark. You were not angry at him for saying it. How could you be, when it was the truth? You were sure of the fact that you could be crowned as the clumsiest person in all of Westeros.
‘’Alright, you had your fun,’’ you said, walking over to him and lightly shoving him out of the door and onto the hallway. ‘’Now, go to bed. Or else I’ll tell mother about all the pastries that have been missing regularly from the kitchen. I wonder who it could be?’’
Jace’s smug expression turned into a shocked one, ‘’You wouldn’t! That was supposed to be between us two!’’
Giggling, you lightly shoved him again, ‘’Then I guess you’d better hurry up to your bedroom.’’
Jace only nodded and as soon as he appeared, he left. Afterwards, you went back inside your bedroom to clean up the mess, carefully picking up the glass shards to not cut yourself. You temporarily stored your jewellery in a random box you had found deep in your closet, making a mental note to not forget that you had put your jewellery into the box. You planned to look for another jewellery box soon, but for now, this was the best you could do. Finally, you went to bed.
When morning came, the air was still crisp. You loved mornings like these, where the dew would still be on the grass and the sky coloured orange and pink. Just like any other day, you knew where you could find your two brothers and thus got dressed.
Making your way down a couple of stairs to the training grounds, you were suddenly met with your mother who seemed to be on her way to your bedroom.
‘’Mother!’’ you exclaimed, halting in your steps on the stairs. ‘’I bid you a good morning,’’ you said with a grinning smile. Rhaenrya chuckled.
‘’Oh, drop the formalities, sweetling,’’ she said as she waved her hand dismissively. ‘’I am your mother, not some nobleman. Now, what is the hurry with you? I wanted to speak with you, though I assumed you would still be sleeping.’’
You chuckled, ‘’I just wanted to pay my brother’s a visit. You know, the usual sisterly love.’’
Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow, and a little smirk played on her face. It was almost as if she knew the real reason you were heading to the training grounds, and you were quite certain she knew already. However, as long as she didn’t speak it aloud, it gave you no reason to talk about it.’’
‘’Uh-huh, I see,’’ she said. “Well, you may go, but first I wanted to talk with you about last night. Intruders, I heard?’’
You mentally groaned as it meant that Jace had told, though you pleaded with him not to. How would your mother come to think of you?
‘’I’m sorry, mother,’’ you apologized. ‘’I didn’t intend on breaking my box. It just, fell, out of my hand!’’
Rhaenyra chuckled, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ‘’I know, sweet girl, and I am anything but angry,’’ she said, which relieved you. ‘’Just, make sure you don’t break everything else. Can’t afford to renovate your whole chamber.’’
You smiled at her, though deep down it didn’t fail to bruise your pride. You couldn’t help but be clumsy, and it was one of your biggest flaws to you. Everywhere you went, disaster followed. You’d not be surprised if you’d smack your head into your betrothed when kissing once you get married. How could you ever fit into the royal etiquette when all you did was trip and destroy everything you touch?
‘’Well, enough talking,’’ Rhaenyra then said. ‘’Off you go, have fun, dear.’’
She kissed your forehead before waving you off, and you gave her a sweet smile in return. Your mother’s love never failed to make you smile. You loved her more than anything.
Finally arriving at the training grounds, you saw that Jace was already training with his instructor. Luke was nowhere to be seen, but watching from a corner stood Aemond Targaryen. His eye was fixated on Jace, and you wondered what he was thinking about. You found him hard to read, as his expression was almost stoic every time you saw him.
You quietly stood afar from Jace, watching his moves with a keen eye. His style was distinctive of Aemond, much rougher and more based on impulse. It didn’t make him less of a warrior, he was still one of the best swordsmen you knew.
Not being able to help yourself, you subtly glanced to your right and saw the one-eyed man. To your surprise, he too was looking in your direction and you quickly averted your gaze, a blush making its way to your cheeks. Maybe he was staring at someone behind you?
Finally, Jace was done training, and when he saw you he quickly made his way to you. You gave him a big smile and patted him on the shoulder.
‘’Well fought, brother,’’ you complimented. ‘’Almost as good as me, that is.’’
Jace snickered,’’ Come on, Y/n. We know that the only thing you’d hit with a sword would be your toes.’’
You playfully stuck your tongue out to him as he laughed. However, you couldn’t help but feel as if someone was staring at you. As much as you wanted to look around, you forced yourself to stay focused on Jace.
‘’Where’s Luke?’’ you then asked him, wondering where your little brother was residing.
‘’I think he had to go to one of his lessons, I’m not sure,’’ Jace answered. ‘’Why?’’
You shrugged your shoulders,’’ Just wondering.’’
Jace nodded, ‘’Well, dear sister, as much as I want to stay, I, too, have some unfinished business that I need to attend to,’’ he said. ‘’I’ll see you at dinner.’’
‘’You can just say you don’t like hanging out with me,’’ you sarcastically said. ‘’I appreciate honesty over sugarcoating.’’
Jace chuckled, ‘’There is no fun in that, is there now?’’
Rolling your eyes, you watched as Jace left the place, leaving you all alone. When you glanced back to your right, you saw that Aemond had left his place and instead moved to train with Ser Criston Cole. You saw how focused he was and you were pretty sure he’d notice every single thing happening around him despite his attention being on his instructor.
You couldn’t help but walk closer, watching the two begin to fight. It was mesmerizing, it captivated you as nothing else did. His moves were like dancing, lightfooted though very precise. His sword acted as if it was part of Aemond himself. His eye was focused on ser Criston Cole, never leaving his sight. You almost feared for the man, if it were not for the fact that everything Aemond had learnt was taught by him. Ser Criston Cole could easily defeat Aemond, yet it still managed to make you anticipate the outcome of this battle.
As you were walking, your right foot suddenly seemed to fold, making you fall as a sharp pain shot through your ankle. You landed on the gravel, cheeks becoming hot with embarrassment as you realized you tripped in front of everyone present. They saw the eldest of Princess Rhaenyra’s children simply fall. A Princess wasn’t meant to fall, you thought. And yet, there you were, on the ground with the pain in your right ankle only getting worse.
You heard a few gasps in the crowd, and you feared hearing someone snicker. You could never return to the training grounds. When you looked up, you saw that Aemond had stopped fighting. Briefly, you looked into his eye and it was almost as if there was a sense of worry in his expression. Like he wanted to help you.
‘’Princess,’’ a guard then said, walking over to you and getting you off the ground. ‘’Are you alright? Should I bring you to the maester?’’
You shook your head as tears began to form in your eyes, ‘’No, I’m fine,’’ you said. ‘’I just… I just need to leave.’’
You glanced back at Aemond and saw him talking to ser Criston Cole. Of course, he wouldn’t care if you got hurt, he would never feel the same way you felt for him. Not that you liked him or anything, not at all.
Quickly pulling yourself away from the guard, you walked as fast as you could away from the training grounds, no matter how badly your ankle hurt. You just needed to get away, away from the crowd. Away from him. You couldn’t afford to embarrass yourself one more time.
You quickly made your way to the one place you knew nobody would disturb you; the gardens. You were certain it was the most peaceful part of the castle. Rows of flowers, trees to hide behind and a place to breathe. You never broke anything in the gardens – trampled a flower or broke a branch, or even tripped. It was as if the gardens made you calm from the inside, made you act how you wanted to act. Agile, and graceful.
Walking up to a tree in the back of the gardens, a place where no one could see you, you let the tears fall. Partly because were terribly embarrassed by yourself and because your ankle hurt terribly. You were certain people would start to gossip, and servants of the castle would speak of your name with a bad mouth. They would talk about the Queen of Disaster, the creator of havoc. How could you ever tread in your mother’s footsteps when all you did was make a fool out of yourself?
Suddenly, you heard a voice speak up, bringing you out of your thoughts. Turning around, you saw Aemond standing a few feet away from you, his hand behind his back as he looked at you with the same look when you fell, though this time with a slight smirk.
‘’That was a nasty fall you made,’’ he said. ‘’I must ask you if you are alright, Princess.’’
You quickly wiped away your tears, not wanting to seem weak in front of him. You nodded.
‘’I am, thank you for asking,’’ you replied. ‘’It was nothing, just a silly accident.’’
Aemond hummed, ‘’then why did you run away crying, Princess?’’ he asked. ‘’I may look at the world with an eye less than the normal man, but you cannot fool me.’’
You didn’t know what to say. He was worried about you. He left his training to go after you and to make sure you were okay. Your heart was thumping incredibly hard. He made you nervous. If the ground would swallow you right now, you wouldn’t protest whatsoever.
‘’I…I,’’ you stammered.
‘’Is it hard to speak to me, Princess?’’ he said, walking closer to you. ‘’Do I frighten you?’’
Your breath hitched when he was standing mere centimetres away from you. If he’d be any closer, you were certain you could hear his heartbeat.
‘’It’s nothing, Aemond,’’ you firmly said, standing your ground. ‘’I am fine, thank you very much. Now that you know, you may leave now.’’
He said nothing. He just remained standing in front of you, looking down on you. His gaze pierced through your eyes.
‘’I said you could go,’’ you repeated. ‘’Shoo, go back to your training.’’
Aemond chuckled. It was probably the first time you had genuinely heard him laugh after the incident. You would lie if you’d say it didn’t warm your heart.
‘’You cannot command me, Princess,’’ he said leaning down. ‘’If I want to stay with you, I do so as I please.’’
You blushed. Never had you expected him to be so forward. Being at loss for words would be an understatement.
‘’Let me repeat the question,’’ he said as he straightened back up, ‘’why did you run away?’’
You looked down, ashamed of yourself, ‘’It would be worse to stay, Aemond. I am a disaster, I’ve always been. No matter where I go, life always finds its way to knock me off balance, quite literally. I am not as structured as Jace, or fierce as Luke. I am the eldest, yet I act as if I have never heard of the word ‘grace’. I am a Princess. Every lady in court that I’ve ever met is controlled, while I am a hurricane ravaging the halls. No one would ever love me in this state. Chaos is the only ally I’ve got.’’
Aemond was in silence yet again. You huffed – he had just forced you to open up and now he is saying nothing. If you could scream at him, you would. But, you were a Princess, as doing so would be incredibly improper of a lady.
‘’That is not true,’’ he suddenly said, catching your attention. He was still standing close to you, though you got used to it. It felt comfortable for some reason, and you realized just how much you had missed his company overtime.
‘’Don’t make a fool out of me, Aemond,’’ you said, raising your eyebrow. ‘’Trying to make me feel better by ignoring the obvious is not going to make me feel better. Just admit I am a disastrous clumsy wannabe Princess, and then we can both move on and get back to what we were previously doing-’’
‘’No, that is not what I meant,’’ he said, catching you off guard.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to what he meant, ‘’Well, then, what do you mean, Aemond?’’
‘’No one loves you,’’ he said, and first, you were confused if he was in fact insulting you right then and there, ‘’that part is not true.’’
You swore that you saw a blush on his face, almost as if he was getting shy. The stoic, reserved Aemond being shy? Not for a million years would you have ever guessed that you got to see this side of him. You were certain this side never even existed.
‘’What… what do you mean?’’ you hesitantly asked, looking directly into his eye which he had still focused on you. You never saw him looking this focused, not even while training. It almost scared you.
However, without saying anything, he put his hands on your waist. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to say anything. Was he about to do what you were thinking he was going to do? No, that could never be possible he could not lo-
And then, he leaned in. Time seemed to slow down. Nothing seemed real anymore. You felt his soft lips on yours and you widened your eyes. He was kissing you. Aemond, the boy whom you remembered as being the first person you loved. Your crush which you tried as hard to bury beneath all your feelings. The one who you thought hated you after the incident. He was kissing you.
Then, he pulled away, much to your disappointment. His eye was wide, and you were now certain that he was worried.
‘’I apologize, Princess,’’ he said quietly. ‘’I shouldn’t have done that.’’
His hands had left your waist and he took one step away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused if he wanted to kiss you because he really did love you or just because it was an impulse.
You huffed, not caring anymore about the consequences. You stepped towards him and kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You smiled as he wrapped his around your waist again and kissed you back. It made your heart flutter, you were actually kissing him and you knew he liked it. He liked you.
You then pulled away, despite the fact that you wanted to kiss him longer. Buy you couldn’t, you had to talk things out before committing. You knew that would be the wisest thing to do.
‘’It seems you are now the one that has to do some explaining, Prince,’’ you joked, your arms still wrapped around his neck. You felt his hands resting on your hips. You realized that you loved being close to him like this.
‘’I think you already know what that’s going to be,’’ he said, his tone low and soft.
Hii. I saw that your requests are open. Can you do "Injured and needing help out of their armor/clothes—slowly. " with Aemond x fem reader, please. Maybe some fluff with aemond being the one hurt. Thank you!
The sounds of clinking metal and labored breaths filled the quiet chambers. Aemond Targaryen, though known for his stoic nature and fierce battle skills, now found himself struggling, blood trickling down from a wound across his side. His usually composed demeanor wavered as he leaned heavily against the doorframe, the exertion from the day’s skirmish catching up to him.
His remaining eye was narrowed in pain, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He'd been in worse fights, certainly, but today had been a brutal reminder of his mortality. As the door to his chambers creaked open, you stepped inside, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him.
"Aemond..." you breathed, rushing forward to catch him before he crumpled entirely. "What happened?"
He gave a slight tilt of his head, offering a tired smirk despite the agony. "A minor setback. Nothing you need to worry about."
"Nothing I need to worry about? Aemond, you're bleeding!" you exclaimed, gently guiding him to the nearest chair. Your hands moved instinctively, trying to remove his armor, though he grimaced at the pressure.
"Slowly," he grunted, wincing as you began unbuckling the chestplate. "I can manage... just... need a moment."
You paused, taking a steadying breath. His pride often kept him from asking for help, but you knew better. Carefully, you slid the armor straps loose, each movement deliberate to avoid causing him further pain. Aemond’s expression softened at your tenderness, his features relaxing as you removed the heavy chestplate and then the leather tunic beneath it.
“Don’t think I’m helpless,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. “I can still manage on my own.”
You smiled at his words, gently pressing a cloth to the wound on his side, dabbing at the blood. "You can manage just fine, but not with this." You raised an eyebrow, brushing a lock of hair out of his face as you tended to him. "Besides, what kind of lover would I be if I didn’t care for you?”
His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, and despite the pain, he allowed himself to lean into your touch. His hand found yours, his fingers warm despite the cold edge of the wound.
"You never fail to surprise me," Aemond murmured softly, the words laced with an unspoken gratitude. "I didn't think you’d... care so much."
You gazed at him, brushing the damp strands of hair from his face. "I care about everything that makes you, well, you."
Aemond’s eyes softened with a quiet affection as you gently worked to remove his boots, your actions slow and thoughtful as you treated him with the care he seldom allowed from others. The silence between you was comfortable, filled only with the faint sounds of his breath and your soothing whispers.
Finally, when you had tended to the wound, cleaning it and wrapping it carefully, you sat next to him, your hand gently resting on his knee. Aemond, though still wincing slightly from the pain, looked at you with an expression that spoke volumes. "Make sure to have the maester tend to that.."
Aemond didn’t respond at first. Instead, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying. "I will be fine.." His words trailed off, as though he didn’t quite know how to put it into words.
Note from Lou: please do excuse any spelling mistakes, I can’t read English at times lmao and this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice❤️
Summary: Y/N is a very simple girl just wanting to get on with her normal day to day uni student life until she finds out that one of her lecture peers Aemond was mentally suffering, and through a harrowing loss the pair connect.
WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT :)
Warnings and TWs: angst, fear of loved one dying, ALS AWARENESS, funeral, dark themes
*note I don’t think I’ve missed any out but please do let me know if I have
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To the naked eye, it would seem that y/n was part of the furniture, a quiet, lonely girl who never bothered a soul sits at the back of the lecture theatre in her own world.
She was almost a star student, never missing a deadline and though her brains and humble nature were her most prominent attributes…she was drop dead gorgeous, with flaming locks of copper hair and eyes a misty blue she captured the hearts of many men including the lone wolf Aemond, he was one of the rarer types…more suited to Y/N than what she imagined but she never thought that he’d be hiding such a large burden on his broad shoulders.
The morning bell rang twice to indicate that it was time for you to head to your final lecture of the day, it was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon which meant that there wouldn’t be any decent seats available but luckily there was one good seat…right next to the absolutely dashing Aemond Targaryen the one with the most beautiful sapphire that would cut through your heart every time you saw it.
You were almost nervous when you say to him “Hi, is this seat taken?” To which he replies a simple “no” with an almost somber expression
This was odd behaviour from Aemond, you knew him fairly well and know that he wasn’t a chatty type an definitely not the type of guy that would flirt with you non stop all throughout the lecture but he’d normally be a little more…warm towards you, but today he just seemed off almost as if something had been bothering him.
The lecture finished sooner than expected and at 3 o’clock on the dot, Aemond gathered his things and sharply left the theatre which was definitely a cause for concern as usually despite his cold and icy appearance he was extremely nice and would do anything for you if you needed him and normally after a lecture he would sit and talk for a bit but but today he just left, not even a goodbye or any form of acknowledgment…just up and left.
Something is definitely wrong here, is he ok? I really hope he’s ok, did I offend him? I hope not.
So after the lecture you went on the hunt to find either Aegon, Helaena or Daeron (Aemonds siblings) to find out what is going on with Aemond, whilst on the look out for any of his siblings you ran into one of his philosophy professors Mr. Stark, you wasn’t overly keen on him as he seemed like he cared more about his paycheck than what he did his students and wether or not he made a difference to their lives, but you felt that he could possibly know where Aemond is and why he is acting this way, so you ask him:
“Professor Stark, i was wondering have you seen Aemond coming through here? He seems off and I’m worried about him” you ask knowing that Stark won’t give you a straight answer bc he is a straight up ass and he likes to be difficult but at your surprise he actually tells you
“Y/N, I know that you care very much for Aemond, but I think you need to stay out of it for your own good…he has a troubled home life but that’s none of your concern, he’ll figure it out soon enough” The coldness in Stark’s voice both enraged you and chilled you to your core because although you cared about Aemond, almost to the point of loving him, you needed to let him breathe because whatever he’s going through is his business and only his but at the same time you feel like he needs you as a shoulder to cry on and a confidant.
As you were walking away from Professor dickhead as many of the other students called him, you just so happen to run into Helaena, Aemond’s older sister and biology and ecology student, who of course is observing bugs on the campus grounds and mumbling to herself words that you cannot understand but through her incoherent mumbles you were able to make out
“Beneath the soil, a monster lingers”
Her words rang into your ears as clear as day, which made you realise that Aemond was not being strange…he was mourning a death but judging by the evident sternness of Helaena’s voice whilst mumbling “beneath the soil, a monster lingers” it seems that this person that he was grieving for wasn’t the hero of his life…but then again this was all an assumption, you couldn’t be sure until you heard it from the horses mouth so you continued to look for him all around the campus but as the typical uni day ended, you couldn’t find Aemond anywhere.
You got home fairly quick, quicker than normal actually rush hour was over so getting back to the comfort of home was easier than expected. Luckily for you your mom was out for the evening with her friends, so the kitchen was yours and you could do whatever you want for dinner…you normally preferred it this way as there was nobody in the house to boss you about and tell you how to do what you know best- cooking…it was a secret passion of yours, there were very few meals that you didn’t know how to cook, your favourite was spaghetti in a creamy pesto sauce, you knew this recipe like the back of your hand as according to your best friend Odette it’s one of the best things she’s eaten…you’ve always taken those type of comments to the centre of your heart as it feels lovely knowing that someone loves your cooking as much as you do.
During your usual cooking routine you find that you don’t actually have any pesto, one of the key ingredients of your famous recipe so much to your dismay you have to go to your nearest store to go get some. It’s not a far walk to the store but it’s enough to make you rethink your life choices.
During the trek to the store which felt like a lifetime away, you see a rather familiar looking motorcycle, black with a blue sheen to it, you’ve seen it before but don’t quite know where. With the store finally in sight, you walking speed increases and just as you walk into the store you hear a very familiar voice…it’s him…Aemond still looking as somber as he was in the lecture theatre. You thought about going over to talk to him but what could you say? He looks extremely sad…bless his soul.
You felt extremely bad for him, he looks like he’s going through something you can’t even imagine, you decide to go over and talk to him he seemed to be alone. You decided that in his best interest that you weren’t going to listen to Stark’s advice, I mean what does he know
“Aemond?” You said softly, whilst lightly tapping his arm “Are you ok, I noticed that you seem a little off”
He quickly turned and looked at you, the blue sapphire in the place of his right eye seemed darker than usual almost as if it reacts to his feelings
“Y/N? What luck that you’d be here, I can’t tell you what’s going on right now, it’s…tough” Aemonds voice seemed to crack after he told you that he can’t talk about it right now and as he turned away from you to walk away you grabbed his arm gently and said
“if you need to talk to anyone, please keep me in mind…loss is tough, I get that wholeheartedly but no one should go through it alone because you’ll make yourself ill”
“I wish I was the ill one-“ Aemond interrupted through a choked up voice. “I really can’t talk about it right now, if your available later tonight…we can talk about it then, I’ll ask Helaena for your number so you can give me the address”
Just as you was about to tell him your address, Aemond strode off in his usual fashion towards the checkout line, leaving you both sad and intensely interested in what was so intensely bothering him, later tonight couldn’t come faster.
You got what you needed from the store including some snacks because why not and you headed back to your apartment. As you were walking back from the store, the words “I wish I was the ill one” kept repeating in your head like a broken record, wondering what he meant by that, could it be that a close relative or one of his siblings were very ill? You truly had no idea, Aemond was very skilled in keeping himself to himself he never let anything bother him, or so you thought
Later on in the evening as you expected a phone call came through from Helaenas number, you loudly gulped down your hot chocolate as you waited for Aemonds arrival, you appeared to live not to far away from Aemond so as soon as he put the phone down, you were expecting a fast arrival from him.
About 15mins later, a loud ring was heard from throughout you apartment’s intercom system…it was him, still with the same somber look on his face as you saw him a few hours prior, you buzz him in and as you could hear his footsteps approaching the door, your heart thumped in your chest…as you opened the door he let down his hood and the blue sapphire lit up the room, as it normally did. Aemond strode through the hallway as you directed him into the lounge
“You’ve got a nice place here Y/N, much more…homely looking than my own place” Aemond said with a twitch of his upper lip, somewhat resembling a smile…the first you’ve seen since 2 days ago.
“I tried my best with the decor, I’m more of a…plain person if you will” you let out with a small laugh, the more you spoke to Aemond the more comfortable he seemed.
“Whenever your ready Aemond, please do tell me what’s going on…it’s utterly heartbreaking seeing you so sad” your comforting and warm voice seemed to coax Aemond into expressing himself, in a way that he hasn’t been able to do in some time.
“I’ve been going through it if I’m completely honest with you Y/N, about a week ago my mother fell ill…she’s normally fit and healthy but as of late she’s been finding herself having swallowing difficulties, she’s weak, she slurs her words…I decided to call the doctors a few weeks back and explained to her the situation and she told me that the answer probably wasn’t what I wanted to hear but she wants to run some tests…yesterday evening she called me and told me that her suspicions were right and that she had ALS…i don’t really know how to cope Y/N, just the thought of losing her haunts my dreams at night”
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Your eyes widened and couldn’t stop yourself from becoming emotional, you couldn’t quite believe it…how awful, just the thought of losing your mom was harrowing let alone actually losing your mom slowly.
With teary eyes you comforted Aemond and said “Oh Aemond, I don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry, now that you’ve told me we can work together so I can support you through this as much as I can”
As the days and weeks pass, Aemond slowly started to become more comfortable with sharing his thoughts and feelings with you and the deep connection became apparent to you both. But sadly as he got more confident speaking about his worries with you, his poor mother worsened, and the more Aemond saw her…the more frail and fragile she looked. By the time that Aemond turned 23 his mother’s condition had completely deteriorated to the point that you barely saw the Targaryen children around the small town you lived in.
On one dull gloomy day, the time came…the time that was inevitable to avoid, you passed the Targaryen household to give Helaena back her watch that you borrowed and all curtains, blinds and shutters were closed…Aemond’s mother had sadly passed away.
The church bells echoed throughout the town to mark the saddest death all year, everyone was super close with Aemond’s mother she was a staple council member…she was always the one that would organise all the summer fetes, Christmas markets and charity events…but now the village got so much quieter as her death was felt in everyone.
Summer passed with no summer fete, no markets were put up this year all notable charity events never happened and Christmas was just another day on the calendar. Her funeral was held on a solemn Friday, no laughter was to be heard and no joy to be felt, but in her wake the sun shone through the thick grey clouds signalling a new and brighter day was about to begin.
Two days after her funeral, things started to slowly go back to normal, small businesses started to reopen and the streets became busier. In memory of Aemond’s mother, you decided to throw a charity fete just how she would with all the bells and whistles…but this time instead of Cancer Research, you decided to host the fete for the ALS association…it seemed appropriate in light of the recent events…and to make sure that no expense was spared, all of the Targaryen children chipped in and gave their fair share of work. The planning of the charity fete went surprisingly smoothly, no problems seemed to arise from your point of view, everything fell into place as it should so that everything was perfect.
Two hours prior to the fete, you were setting out the final preparations and out of nowhere you were approached by a grief stricken Aemond
“You’ve done amazingly well with this charity event Y/N, I don’t think I could thank you enough for all your hard work to keep my mothers memory alive without even knowing her personally” despite his grief and sadness being evident in his voice, he seemed to have a glimmer in his eye signalling to you that despite his grief and his worst fears coming true…he still has hope that someone in his life could make him happy once again, you responded to him with a hug…the first hug he’s accepted and embraced since the worst day of his lifetime and despite Aemond not giving any form of emotion away, you felt something…as his true Targaryen nose buried into your soft skin you thought, could it be a spark between you and him?
The fete was amazing, a true representation of how brilliant and true his mother was and much to your surprise you raised £5,495 for the ALS association, such a grand amount which made you extremely proud to be part of such a loving community.
As the final cheque was sent of to the charity, you felt a hand placed lightly on your shoulder…it was Aemond once again but this time he returned with a big bunch of flowers, blue flowers at that.
“Thank you once again for your efforts Y/N, you’ll never know how much this means to me” and before you could respond he pulled you into a kiss, so deep that you could feel all the pain from his body slip away.
“I’ve been meaning to do that for quite some time, your a rare one Y/N and nothing would make me happier than to be yours” he said gazing right into your misty blue eyes, you knew now that this was the spark you were looking for…you’ve never been truly honest with yourself up until now, you’ve loved Aemond for a very very long time but you’ve always been to much of a chicken to admit it so when you saw him completely unfold his feelings to you on that day and when he thanked you for your charitable efforts, you just knew that you loved him.
One hundred percent sure.
“Nothing would make me happier for you to be mine Aemond truly, but first we should give these flowers to someone that i feel deserves them the most” you said holding up the beautiful bunch of flowers to your small aquiline nose.
You walked away from the post box both Aemond and flowers in hand and walked over to the cemetery where his mother was buried…you and Aemond went to go find her plot and the both of you, hands intertwined laid the flowers down in front of her marble headstone.
As the flowers were laid down in front of her name, a blue butterfly flew down and settled on both of your interlocked hands
It must’ve been her.
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A message from Lou:
Hi again! Thank you for reading my fic🩷it was a sad one huh? As I said above in the intermission, if your affected by any of the events in this fic please do get in contact via my twitter account @Louvuvv
