An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower/Viserys I Targaryen, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen
Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Viserys I Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Meleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's Dragon, Caraxes | Daemon Targaryen's Dragon, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Criston Cole
Additional Tags: Dark Daemon Targaryen, this got very innuendoy, between daemon and aemond, sometimes a sword is only a sword, but sometimes, it means more, no beta we die like Criston Cole does in so many of my stories, is this one of them?, read and find out, read the author's note, for warnings, team black, aemond lives, lucerys lives, Fix-It of Sorts, I'm still bad at tags, Dark Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, kind of inspired by a fic, where Cersei Lannister dances with the Stranger, so to speak, but here we have Aemond thinking Daemon looks like the stranger
Series: Part 6 of Five Ways Aemond Targaryen Died and One Way He Didn't (5+1)
Summary:
Aemond can't sleep after the dinner, so he goes on a late-night stroll. He's never met Daemon Targaryen, not properly.
Or: One conversation, held in the very dead of night, changes history.
An ode to the first Tales game I’ve ever finished!
So, I wrote this back in December, and completely forgot I’ve written it. So...here it is! I hope you like it!
Luke was, quite honestly, at his wits end.
He didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to see Ashe smile, but he was determined to follow suit on his decision. The problem was that Luke really had no idea what to do. He didn’t really know any good jokes, he was running out of puns, and even he had enough common sense to know sharing childhood memories, as funny as they are, would probably bring only pain to the original.
The thought suddenly sunk it’s sharp little teeth in Luke’s heart. He knew that he was the cause of Ashe’s pain, even if it was unintentional. He now looked over at the other redhead, who was currently polishing his sword. The angry look never seemed to leave Ashe’s face. His brow was always so furrowed, his jaw set. That also could be because Luke was here, but the white-clad redhead tried to ignore that thought.
“Hey, Ashe?” Luke asked, his green eyes watching the other. Ashe merely grunted in response. That was a good sign, at least for Ashe. Luke took a breath and turned to him. “What-”
“If you have another pun to tell me, I will slit your throat in your sleep.” Ashe growled, not stopping his steady rhythm of cleaning. Luke blinked, a little taken aback. “Eh he...right.” Luke sheepishly responded, turning back to his own thoughts. He really thought he had a good one, that time!
Maybe it was because he felt like he was being too harsh, or maybe it was because he could just feel the unrelenting pouting from the other, but Ashe sighed and looked up at Luke. “Fine, tell me your pun.” Luke looked up and grinned, ready than ever! “Okay, why did the pickle laugh?” Ashe waited, the deadpan look in his eyes shaking Luke’s confidence slightly. “Because he was picklish!” Luke finished the punchline, raising his hands and shaking his hands in classic jazz style.
Ashe just continued to stare, completely unamused by his replica’s joke. He sighed and went back to his sword polishing. Luke pouted, unsatisfied but not surprised. He heard the joke from Guy many years ago, but usually the blonde would end the joke with a few quick tickles to Luke's ribs. The memory was equally embarrassing and strangely heartwarming to Luke.
Wait ...that's IT! Luke covered his mouth with one hand to hide the ever growing smile as he turned and faced the original Luke. Ashe was still lost in cleaning his blade that he didn’t notice Luke getting up and sneakily walking over to him. Luke grinned and crouched beside Ashe, his grin mischievous as he darted a hand out and poked the black-clad redhead in the ribs.
A loud, unexpected yelp escaped Ashe then, making him drop his blade. The metal clanged on the ground, landing safely on the carpeted floors of the inn. Ashe turning a ferocious glare on the redhead, but Luke was too quick for him, pouncing in Ashe with surprising grace. “What the hell, Luke!?” Ashe snarled, even more frustrated that Luke was now unfazed, too giddy with his new plan. “Ashe, I did it! I found out how to make you smile!” Luke cheered, not hesitating and immediately digging his fingers all over Ashe’s ribs and torso.
Immediately Ashe began to fight under him, biting back the bubbly laughter that was beginning to form in his throat. Damn his replica! Damn this too sensitive torso! Damn it all! “L-Luke! St-stahap!” Ashe demanded, a few giggles escaping his mouth. Luke giggled in delight, beyond ecstatic that his plan worked! “Haha! I knew it! You and I are the same, which means you’re just as ticklish as I am!” His spidery hands reached up and pressed into Ashe’s armpits, making the original shoot up with a sharp “HA!” before falling back in a fit of rusty laughter. His face was for once not set in a permanent scowl. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were squeezed shut as he laughed and laughed. “HEHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! STHAHAHHAAP! DAHAHAHAHHAHAHAMN YOHOHOHOHU!” Ashe howled, thrashing under his replica.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take a little tickling, hm?” Luke teased, making Ashe go redder. Finally having enough, Ashe jerked hard, sending Luke flying off of him. Thankfully nowhere near the fallen blade, Luke safely rolled onto his back, laughing despite the air being knocked out of him. “Hahahaha! That was great!” Luke cheered, his grin faltering slightly at the grave look Ashe gave him. “Hehe….Ashe, d-don’t kill me, alright?” Luke scooted back abit, paling slightly as Ashe picked up his fallen blade. Fortunately for Luke, the original put his blade in the weapons sheath, putting that against the wall.
“Just what the in the name of Lorelei where you thinking?” Ashe snarled, still flustered by the tickle attack. Luke mildly flinched at the tone, and Ashe reeled back some of the anger forming in him. “I just...you’re always so angry and upset...and I understand why, I know I’m to blame...I just wanted to see you smile and laugh for once.” Luke looked up at Ashe through his bangs, green eyes shamed and vulnerable.
Ashe felt the anger deflate from his body. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an exhausted sigh. “Fine, I’ll accept that answer. Just don’t do it again.” With that, Ashe stormed out of the room, leaving Luke still sitting on the floor.
The replica let out a sigh himself, standing up and running a hand through his short hair. He had a feeling this was how Ashe was going to reach, he just wasn’t sure why his heart felt so heavy. He might as well go see if Tear needs help-
“AHH!” Luke let out a shout and fell to his knees, giggles and laughs escaping his throat as Ashe’s determined fingers dug into every tickle spot on his torso. “Did you honestly think you could tickle me and get away with it?” The other man growled, barely heard over Lukes free flowing laughter as the redhead tried to curl up on himself. “HAHAHAHA! I’M SORRY! I’M SHAHAHAHAHHRRRY!” Luke begged, finding himself in the same predicament as Ashe from before. “That’s more like it!” Ashe growled, keeping up the attack. “Let's see just how many tickle spots YOU have, replica!”
The sounds of childish laughter continued throughout the inn. Jade, who was sitting with a warm cup of coffee just outside their room, laughed to himself. “So it is possible to tickle one’s self. How fascinating.”
Hehe! I hope you all like it! Thank you for coming to my Tales Talk
