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DÉPAYSEMENT // xi.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, fingering, p in v sex, tiddy succin, nipple play, fluff and angst, feelings of helplessness, anxiety(?). + not proofread A/N: HERE Y'ALL GO!! sorry for the slow ass updates it's just been so hard to write since I had writers block hit me in the face with multiple stressful situations irl as well. <;- <- prev // next ->

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“Aemond?”

You question as soon as you open your eyes, waking up due to sunrays hitting your face, hand searching for the side of his bed only to find it empty, this causes you to jolt awake and sit up suddenly.

You sigh out of relief finding him sitting near the table, he seemed to be surprised by your sudden rise, looking at you with concern in his eye.

Lately you've been having terrible visions.

Of him dying.

Losing in the battle.

You're not sure if they hold any meaning, but they are extremely vivid, detailed, almost like a memory, you swore it was if you witnessed his in person.

But the only thing, is that they were not repetitive.

Each and every vision showed a different outcome, in some, Aemond would try and dodge his uncles attack, only for him to slip and fall into the waters below.

In some, he would successfully kill his uncle, but caraxes would end up attacking him, resulting in vhagar to fight it, and then they all end up falling in the water.

In one vision, where he successfully escaped without dying, vhagar is the injured one, unable to fly on her wings anymore and then plummet down into the water with aemond on her back.

Though the death was different, they all ended the same.

Him falling into the water.

You were scared.

“Ñuha rūklon (my flower), are you alright?” his question retreats you from your thoughts, and you swallow heavily nodding, not knowing what to say.

And before Aemond could converse any further, there was a guard knocking before entering and announcing that Queen Alicent had requested Aemond's presence in the small council.

He frowns, wondering what has happened now.

He gets ready to leave, composing himself and making sure his attire was appropriate before kissing you and leaving.

A habit he had developed, though it be for even the smallest things.

And now you were left to deal with the loneliness, and instead of dwelling on those dreams and visions, you got yourself up and had the maids dress you up, wearing a dress with a color that compliments the sapphire valyrian steel necklace aemond had gifted not to long ago.

Your fingers graze the sapphires as the maid places it on your neck, hooking it in behind to secure it, the sapphires were cool to the touch and calming, it had been the only piece of jewelry you'd wear nowadays, developing an unexplainable attachment to it.

You sigh in content as the maids do your hair, partly braiding it and brushing through the rest. You decided you wanted to go to the library and read today, instead of going on a walk to the gardens.

And so here you were in the library, reading through the contents of the books, history books to be exact, and you did not know how many hours had passed, you found this one particular book had no markings, nor a title, and just began reading the doom valyria.

And as you got through the contents, reaching to where it was recorded that Rhaenys was De-inherited by the small council and how Viserys was the one to get the throne you boiled with rage, but still continued reading.

It's not like you never read the history before, but these were in much more detail of what happened, since it's only been a few years since the events occurred, and you expected the book to end there, but it didn't, and it kept going.

Until you reached the page titled, the dance of the dragons.

What?

You skimmed through the contents, shaking as they were in exact detail of what went on, even recording Aemond's visit to harrenhal.

And then you flipped the pages once more.

Your heart dropped.

“Aemond Targaryen fell into the waters of the God's eye, his body was found in the depths of the water, along with vhagar.”

No.

No. No. No.

This can't be it.

“Daemon Targaryen has allegedly fallen as well, though his body was never found, except his dragon, Caraxes, only his body was found near the shore.”

You let out a sob.

“Y/N?” you heard Aemond's voice and looked up from the book, tears welling up in your eyes, dropping the book off your lap and immediately going to hug him.

Crying onto him, clinging to his body as you let out loud sobs.

“What has happened, Ñuha rūklon?” he asks, caressing the back of your head, comforting you.

“Don't go.” you mutter.

“Hmm? Don't go where?” he asks and you pull back, sniffing, he holds your face with both of his hands, tilting your head to look up at him, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“To harrenhal, to God's eye, to fight your uncle.” you say and he frowns, “You won't survive.” you tell him and he shakes his head, “I know I will.” he says firmly, “I have a plan.”

“Aemond please, you won't make it out alive- you're doomed to fall into the waters, you're going to fucking die and I won't want to lose you!” you scream, voice echoing through the library and his face darkens.

“It will put an end to the war.” he says sternly, withdrawing his hands from your face, “I will not die, I will return to you, it is a promise.” and tears fall further from your eyes, “Please, Aemond.” you beg him.

“This is the only way, I was informed that my uncle had been terrorizing the locals of riverrun, asking for me, not knowing I had returned to the keep, and I have to leave on the morrow, before he does any further damage.” he tells you and your breath hitches in your throat, panic arising in your throat.

Is this how it's meant to be?

Was his death inevitable from the beginning?

Why were you bought here then?

You feel his warm lips press against your forehead, hand on your head, caressing the hair, and you stare at him, “I-”

“Shh. Don't. It is my promise to you.” he shushes you before you speak anything, holding your hand and leading you out of the library, taking you to his chambers.

The pages of the book, that was on the floor, flipped as the wind blew against it, and the text in the book flickered and altered, its contents changing, but you didn't stay long enough to see that happen.

You would never know what was actually written in it, and the book disappears into thin air.

The walk back to his chamber was painfully slow, though he was dragging you and walking swiftly, the world around you moved slowly as you tried to process what had just happened.

But then you realised one thing.

You were never mentioned after the fact that you were a mistress he took in.

Is this because your role was small? You had not really contributed to the war besides being with Aemond and telling him the future, and nobody knew that you were from the future too.

Why were you even bought here in the first place?

If it was truly your fate to save them, that wouldn't have been written in the books, which means you failed to do your job.

“Aemond.” you call out to him as soon as he shuts the door behind you, after entering his chambers.

Will there be another way?

“Aemond,” you call out once again and he turns to look at you, “Please-”

“Enough.”

You immediately shut your mouth, biting your inner cheek, you sigh in defeat, shaking your head and turning away from him.

You feel him wrap his arms around you, nose nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know you're worried, but trust me. I have a plan.” he tries reassuring you, but the dreams and the text combined has made you lose any further hope.

“Can I come with you?” you ask, turning to face him.

“To harrenhal?” he questions and you nod, “I want to be with you, Aemond.” you tell him and he thinks about it for a moment.

“You'll be in danger.” he replies, “It doesn't matter.” you intersect. “I can't put you in danger.” he sighs, “Then don't fight.”

“I need to put an end to this, killing him will weaken rhaenyra to the point she has no other choice but to surrender.” he explains to you.

“Then take me with you.” you try to bargain.

He closes his eye, sighing frustration, he grabs you by your shoulders, firmly and tightly holding them, “I can't, I'm sorry.” he apologizes.

You go silent, unable to do anything.

Will he truly survive?

He notices your silence, and his hand cups the side of your face, tilting your head upwards, he leans down, connecting your lips with his in a passionate kiss, you close your eyes, basking in this momentary of false calmness and kiss him back, wrapping your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss, while his other hand wraps around your waist.

You pull away slightly, taking a breath before reconnecting your lips with his, but this time more wildly and fiercely, moving with hunger, his grips on your waist tightens, pulling you flush against his body as the hand on your cheek travels to the back of your head, tugging on your hair as he returns the kiss with the same amount of hunger.

He pulls away, breathing heavily before picking you up and throwing you on the bed, hiking up your skirts and holding your legs apart, causing your core to be revealed to him.

The cool air causes you to shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin.

You push yourself up the bed, giving space for him to join you and so he does, climbing onto it with his knees, his hands travel to your bodice, pulling the material, causing you to loosen up and spill your breasts out.

He grabs them with both his hands, squeezing them, the small amount of flesh spilling from in between his fingers, causing you to gasp as they feel extremely sensitive, his thumbs graze your nipples, and then he leans down, to take your breast in his mouth, suckling on the nipple.

His tongue flicks up and down the bud, before he engulfs it entirely, making lewd sucking noises and you moan, hand tangling in his hair as you push him further. His other hand plays with your nipple, twirling it in between his index and thumb finger, before he pulls meanly while simultaneously biting your other nipple, making you squirm and shut your eyes tightly.

He leaves your breast with a pop, and his hand moves down towards your core, and he sighs in content when he finds it wet, he brings the wetness up towards your clit and rubs slightly and you buck your hips involuntarily.

His movements are painfully slow, almost as if he's trying to torture you, you sit up on your elbows, giving you view of what he was doing to your cunt, you watch as he dips his fingers down and prods at your entrance, pushing one finger inside, and you throw your head back at that.

His mouth finds your breast again, and you feel him insert another finger inside before pumping them in and out, and curling them upwards from time to time, you gasp when as his thumb presses against your clit, amplifying your pleasure, and soon you can feel the familiar band tighten in your lower abdomen.

You let out a loud moan of his name as you reach your peak, and his mouth leaves your breast, muttering a small 'fuck' as he pulls fingers out.

He undoes his breeches with one of his hand and climbs on top of you, he wraps his cock with the same hand that was fingering you and smudges your juices all over himself, pumping his hand up and down to find some relief as he was painfully hard.

You spread your legs wider to accommodate him, and he uses that to insert his cock into your cunt and you whine at the delicious stretch he's providing, almost feeling as though he was splitting you in half, he sighs in content as he pushes himself further inside, until he's your cunt is fully engulfing him.

He draws his hips back before pushing them forwards, thrusting into you, causing you to jolt up the bed as his hair curtaining around your face, you hold his face and pull him in for a kiss, all the while he thrusts into you.

He pulls away and changes position, settling on his knees, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you on to him, before he thrusts in like a wild animal.

“You're so fucking beautiful like this.” he groans when he watches your face, looking up at him innocently as you whimper and whine, all while the act that was happening was anything but innocent.

And soon you can feel his thrusts grow sloppy, indicating that he is near, his hands moves over to your clit before he pulls and pinches it and rubs it with fervent speed, the band in your stomach tightens once again and you peak, back arching, a loud moan falling from your lips.

He spills himself inside you with a grunt, his eye closing at the pleasure of his own peaking coursing through his body.

He stays like that for a while, before finally pulling out and lays next to you, pulling you close into his arms.

Your eyes automatically started drooping as you felt tired, Aemond pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I will return to you, my love.”

“It is my promise.”

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youraverageaemondsimp · 7 months

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DÉPAYSEMENT // ix.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, blowjob, oral m receiving, cum play, cum eating, fluff. + not proofread.

A/N: this chapter is short but this is basically the calm before the storm before shit will finally hits the fan!!

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“I'll marry you on one condition.” you say laying next to him and he uses his elbow to prop himself up, “what condition?” he asks, caressing your face, “do not take in a lover, please.” your voice croaks at the please.

Aemond chuckles, “Why would I do that? I love you–”

“Alys rivers.” you cut him off, her name rolling off your tongue bitterly.

Frankly you shouldn't be jealous, cause Aemond was always supposed to end up with her, she was his lover in the history books, one that bore him a son, she was a witch, and you remember looking up to her as a woman in history who was a complete badass. Which was rare.

But now? You feel jealous, because you love Aemond, and the possibility that the same fate might repeat is setting you on the edge, you know you can't stop it if it's what the gods desire. You cannot go against divine power, so you can at least try to talk about it with Aemond.

“Who?” he asks, genuinely confused as his head tilts.

Right, he doesn't know who she is.

“Your lover.” you say and he raises an eye brow, “Alys rivers? a rivers. Which means she is a bastard, why would I take in a bastard as my lover?” he asks and you shrug.

“You took her as your bedmate and a spoil of war in the history books, some sources believe you loved her, she gave birth to your son.” you try to explain without shaking, the thought of him being with her making you sick.

He seems even more confused.

“You see- back then, you took more than half the men to reclaim harrenhal from the blacks, however that caused the fall of King's Landing, in the hands of Rhaenyra and Daemon, the gold cloaks still listen to Daemon Targaryen since he is their commander, there are many spies in the city as well, though there are no names mentioned.” you dump it all at once and he clenched his fists in anger and you noticed.

“With the same anger and fury, you killed off house strong, taking out your rage on them, but spared her, alys rivers, for she was a witch and was rumoured to have bewitched you, if I remember correctly.” you finish.

“Alys rivers.” he says in thought, and you wince at the way her name rolls off his tongue so delicately and making you feel heartbroken for an odd reason.

“I shall do no such thing.” he says and you look at him, “Are you not planning on marching to harrenhal?” you ask and he shakes his head, “I do, but we need to take care of the spies in the city first, do not let them suspect anything.” he whispers and places a small kiss on your forehead.

He pulled you close and you felt his hard cock against your thigh, you smirked at it before your hands trailed down his abdomen, tracing his abs before you gripped his cock gently and he gasped, looking down.

You slowly pumped up and down, thumb rubbing against his silt causing him to groan sensitively, you pushed him on his back before getting in between his legs, about to take him in your mouth when you felt him pull you away by your hair with a furrowed brow.

“Why are you doing?” he questions, “I want to taste you.” you reply, “You shall do no such thing, you are not a whore, only whores do such things” he says so seriously that it makes you chuckle, “Giving head to the person you love isn't whoring, and it's quite common for couples to engage in such sexual acts to show love for one another.” you reply back, and he let goes of your hair.

“But it is not proper for a lady—”

“I want to taste you, my dragon.” you say sternly, you watch as he gulps, before he slowly nods and you shoot him a smile before descending your lips onto his cock, mouth wrapped around it tightly, before you start moving your head up and down, he was too much to fit in your mouth but you tried to take all of him anyway, and then you gagged when you him hit the back of your throat.

You pulled away and placed kisses at his tip, giving it kitten licks, lips moving down side to his stones to give them a kiss as well before you sucked on them slightly, which made Aemond grip your hair, moaning.

You kissed up his length again, and then took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him off, hands playing with his balls, giving them a tight squeeze from time to time, Aemond was controlling himself extremely hard, trying not to fuck your mouth into oblivion, letting you do this at your own pace, and soon he felt warm erupting in abdomen, a fire licking at him before he spilled himself.

You pulled away the moment he came, continuing to pump him with your hand, you watched as his spend spurted out, leaking down his cock and pooling on to his stomach, you bent down and tasted it, and moaned at the taste before you licked him clean, swallowing all his remnants.

“F-fuck that was so good.” he breathes heavily, as he processes his orgasm, he pulls you up and kisses you again, before he presses you flush against him and cuddling you to sleep.

He had not forgotten what you said, dealing with the city spies in one of the main things he has to do now, knowing the threat that Daemon and Rhaenyra can pretty much invade the city and ruin it is enough to set him a paranoia high, and so he orders commands, to take note of any odd behavior exhibited by anyone, he dismissed almost all the city watch guards, sending them away before appointing new ones, the ones he trusted.

It took him well over two weeks to do this, remove and reappoint based on suspicion, and it seemed to have worked perfectly, considering how the intel the blacks were receiving has been significantly weakened, and Aemond went as far as to make up fake intel, give them fake leads, which wasted their time.

The entire two weeks passed by quickly and there was another problem at hand.

How in the seven hells was he supposed to announce your betrothal, he had realised that you are from no notable family at all, and your last name was extremely foreign.

He gathered the small council, and had invited you, you had noticed the confused looks the other members had given you, and some even looked at you in disgust, you simply put your head down, that was until alicent walked in, she gave you a warm smile and you smiled back.

“I intend on marrying Lady Y/N.” Aemond announces, earning gasps from everyone.

“But my prince- she is from no notable house and on top of your whor-” before one can protest, he shot them a glare which shut them up.

“Is that what you truly want, son?” Alicent asks, she was against this idea as well, but seeing her son like this, was so rare, he looked so happy with you.

In protecting her kids, Alicent had completely forgotten about their happiness or needs, she just wanted them to survive, they used to be bright when they were younger, the childhood innocence which wasn't tainted by the world, until they had to be involved in this game for the throne.

She had never seen any of them the same again.

Until you, Aemond was happy with you.

She cannot rob her son of happiness again.

“Yes, mother.” he says and she nods, “I understand, I approve.” she gives him a smile and he was visibly shocked at that, but he regained his composure, nodding.

Everyone gasped at the Dowager Queen's decision, but kept silent nonetheless, they knew they cannot say anything now that the decision has been made.

So you stood there, happy and elevated, trying to contain yourself, you felt lightheaded, happy, joyous, you felt like jumping around but you remained calm.

It felt like receiving a good score on your test again.

Weird comparison but it checks out.

And soon, the meeting turned to discuss other matters of the realm before everyone was dismissed, they all left, bowing to Aemond.

And then you were left alone with him.

You immediately faced him and jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug, his hands held your waist to keep your balance and you hugged him so tight to the point it was suffocating, you heard him struggle to breathe and you pulled away quickly, sheepishly looking down.

“Sorry- I didn't mean to choke you.” you apologize shyly, and he smirks before he pulls you into a hug as well.

And then he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You both go to his chambers that night, and cuddle each other to sleep, you go to sleep basking in the comfort of his warmth, hoping things will be like this forever.

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youraverageaemondsimp · 8 months

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DÉPAYSEMENT // viii.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, gentle sex, p in v, slight breeding kink, tiddy sucking, boob lover aemond, ooc(?) aemond, intimate sex, lots of feelings involved, fingering, cumming inside, extreme canon divergence. NOT PROOFREAD.

A/N: the moment we've all been waiting for hehehehehehe 😈

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You had no idea why Aemond would request your presence, that too late at night, after an entire week of not talking to one another.

Or maybe you knew.

You walked nervously alongside Ser Cole, a robe thrown over your chemise clumisly when you were getting ready for bed but then Cole had some with the news. It felt awkward, in his eyes you are Aemonds lover, maybe someone who he slept with often, if not daily.

So Cole was likely thinking that he requested you to warm his bed, because he hadn't seen you for a week, you felt embarassed and even more awkward at that thought that Cole might exactly be thinking just that, but he didn't show it on his face.

He didn't show any disgust either, but kept his distance out of respect for you, he didn't hold the same gaze many held when they looked at you, considering how you were known to be Aemonds lover, they took you for a whore. You honestly didn't mind it, because you knew the truth.

They looked at you as if you were the most worst thing to exist in the world, even alicent did the same when she first saw you, except it softened by the end of your interaction with her.

You were chewing on your lip nervously, mind racing with many thoughts and that's when Cole came to a halt, you almost bumped into him so you quickly stepped back and stood in front of a door, a guard present next to it. Cole nods to the guard before he knocks on the door, and the guard announces your presence.

The doors open almost immediately the moment your name leaves the guard's mouth. Aemond looking at you as breathed heavily, he quickly pulled you inside, not acknowledging anyones presence before slamming the doors shut in their faces once again. This shocked both Cole and the guard, it was so uncharacteristic of him.

Cole blinked slowly before clearing his throat, and turned around to leave.

Aemond slammed you against the wall, caging you in his arms before he buried his nose in your neck, he took a deep breathe, you felt hot air blow at your nape.

He was breathing heavily, head buried in your neck, arms holding your waist as he flushed his body against yours, pushing you into the wall, you held his shoulders for balance, making small circles with your fingers.

He missed you so fucking much.

Having not been able to see you for a week.

You were so addictive, that withdrawing felt like death. It was by choice he withdrew, he got busy with his new duty, spending his hours away in his study, having meetings and discussions in the council, returning to his chambers only to sleep. He wasn't able to visit you, at all.

And his high sex drive did not help either.

With Floris now gone, he could have you entirely now, the thought of him marrying you set his imagination wild, he would often daydream about you, how you'd moan and whimper as he has his way with you, how he would make you peak so many times, how your arousal would coat his cock.

How he'd impregnate you, watch you swell with his child, belly rounded and breasts swollen, looking all pretty and cute carrying his heir, how you'd waddle beside him, how your breasts would leak with milk to feed his babe, but he would also indulge in it, and after you gave birth to his child, he would knock you up once again, have multiple [your hair color] and silver haired babies running around.

He was clearly not having a good day.

He groaned and pulled back, and you looked up at him, his eye hooded and pupil blown with lust, he leaned down and captured your lips with his, it was full of hunger, passion, desperation.

You kissed him back this time, wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair pulling him further in, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to enter inside, it was dirty, it was foul, it was lewd, but it was perfect.

You pulled back with a wet click to breath, only for Aemond to recapture your lips with his once again, lips moving against yours in pure hunger and lust, his hands travelled to your robe and pulled the tie, causing it to expose the thin chemise beneath it, translucent in nature.

He pulled back to take in the view, almost morning out loud when he spotted the outline of your naked body beneath the chemise, your hardened nipple poking through the material as your chest heaved up and down, he pulled you off the wall before carrying you over to his bed, you shrieked when he threw you over shoulder before throwing you on the bed, looming at the edge of the bed.

You bit your lip in nervousness and he climbed on top of you, showering kisses down on your neck before he pulled your chemise down at the shoulder, revealing your tits, he gasped at the sight of them before he greedily took one in his mouth, causing you to whimper in the sudden pleasure which bloomed at the area, his other hand massaged and played with the other breast, rubbing your nipple between his thumb and index finger as he swirled, licked and nipped at the other.

He pulled apart, and rested his head atop your chest, “I missed you.” he says nuzzling into your warmth, “I missed you too, Aemond.” you say and he lifts head a little to look up at you, before giving you a smile, and proceeding with his actions on your breasts, kissing the flesh.

“I am no longer betrothed.” he begins.

“You are not.” you repeat.

His breath becomes shaky and he balances himself on his arms atop of you, his hair curtaining around your face, his working and sapphire eye staring at your face.

“Gevie.” [beautiful.] the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it and he is taken aback. Nobody had called him beautiful ever since the eye incident. He was only ever considered beautiful or handsome when he was wearing his eye patch, covering the damaged part of his face.

When he had it out in the open, people were rather terrified, but he didn't feel bad but instead revelled in the scared expressions, nobody would look him in the eye when the other side of his face was revealed. It wasn't a big insecurity, since it served some purpose for him, but nobody had never looked at him wholly and said such a word.

“Uh- I'm sorry- i-” you start apologizing, considering how rude it might've been to say it out of the random, I mean, you aren't supposed to say random things according to etiquette manners and only give relevant responses based on the topic of the conversation.

But... This wasn't a conversation, neither was it a normal situation.

You immediately shut up when Aemond opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. So he kisses you once again, this time more gently than before, his hand roams down your body and pulls your chemise up to your hips before parting your legs, you squeal when felt him cup your sex.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down, parting your folds with his finger and rubbing against your clit, he groans at the sight, he pokes at the entrance of your vagina, gathering the slick that was being released up to your clit and rubbing it. You sigh in content.

He repeats it a few more times before he notices that your entrance has opened up slightly to take something and he wastes no time shoving one of his fingers in, you gasp at the feeling, the stretch unfamiliar to you. You had pleasured yourself with your own hand but Aemond's fingers were much longer and slightly thicker, and you can feel the slight roughness of his skin, likely from the years of training.

His hand slowly moves in and out, and he turns his head back to shower you in kisses, he kisses you neck as he moves his fingers in and out, he watches the way your chest heaves up and down before he takes one of your pert nipple into his mouth again, suckling gently, causing you to cradle the back of his head, you brush the little strands of hair that fell into his face away from it.

He hums in content and leaves your breast with a wet pop before taking the other one into his mouth, but not before teasing you with kitten licks at the bud first.

“Jaelan naejot ūndegon zirȳ hōzigon.” [I want to see them swell.] He pulls away before saying that, showering more pepper kisses on the flesh of your breasts. He looked down again, watching how your cunt takes in his finger, he adds another finger and you moan.

“F-fuck!” you gasp, trying to adjust at the stretch, he curls his fingers upwards causing him to graze over the rough patch making you arch your back.

“Konīr issa.” [there she is.] He says so proudly as if he finally found a treasure that was hidden away for thousands of years, he hits that spot repeatedly with his fingers and before you know it, your peak hits you like a train, making you moan out loud into the chambers.

Aemond prolongs your release and lets you ride your orgasm out before he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, “Ao sylutegon sīr dōna, rūklon.” [you taste so sweet, flower.] The high valyrian was driving you crazy, the way it rolls off his tongue so perfectly, sounding extremely smooth.

He wanted to be buried inside your cunt so badly, spilling his seed far into it for it to take and give him a babe, he so desperately wishes and desires for, the way your body would change with pregnancy, your stomach would swell, stretchmarks appearing as a result of his babe growing inside you, breasts will leak milk and you would look so full, complete.

He groaned at the thought, he wanted to impregnate you so badly.

Would you even let him?

But wait, would you even let him fuck you? He was no longer betrothed so it shouldn't matter.

“Y/N.” he says your name and you stare at him.

“Is it okay if-”

“Yes.” you cut him off.

“Are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“Jaelan ao, ñuha zaldrīzes.” [I want you, my dragon.] You say and he swears he almost peaked at the way you said it, he kisses you once again, excited, finally he would be able to have you.

He wastes no time in planting himself in between your legs, pulling back and sitting up, undoing his breeches and pushing them a bit down so he can take out his cock, he was hard already, but still he pumps himself a little bit till his tip leaks precum before positioning it against your cunt.

He slaps your clit with his cockhead making you twitch, before sliding it against your folds, he groans at the sight of it, he slowly slides his cock down to your hole before poking at your hole with the tip, causing you to sit up on your elbows in nervousness as you watch his actions.

He puts one of his hands on your hip and slowly guides his cock to enter you, you wondered if you would be able to take him at all, considering he was above average and thick and it was your first time too. His tip slides in with little difficulty, and it didn't hurt as much, but that was until he slowly started pushing his girth in, causing a painful burning stretch, making you grip the sheets below and sob a little.

He was taking it extremely slow, letting you adjust to him, you fall back on the sheets again, trying to relax your body so it hurts less, and just when you think the pain subsided, he pushes another inch inside when he feels your walls relax, causing the burning sensation to come back again. He repeats the process slowly, trying to desperately control himself from pounding into you like a man gone to madness.

And finally he is fully sheathed inside of you, your walls clenching onto him tightly, and feels he wouldn't be able to last much longer, he starts his movement with small thrusts, so you can get used to it, those small thrusts help in relaxing your walls, making you relax around him, and that's when his thrusts become more bold and bigger.

He pulls out almost entirely before slamming it inside you, it hurts but not as much as it should, you wrap your legs around his hip and he balances him on his hands beside your waist before he slowly moves again, thrusting in and out with a pace that keeps increasing.

The pain you felt bloomed into sinful pleasure as you feel him inside you, the way he moves against your walls, pleasuring arising in your core.

You pull him slightly upwards by your legs and he positions himself, his face directly hovering above yours now, it feels more intimate this way and you grab his face and pull him down to kiss you and he returns the kiss back.

It was so loving.

So gentle.

So thoughtful.

So intimate.

He was letting you take your time, being careful with you, not hurt you, he poured his love and care for you in his kisses as well as in his thrusts.

You felt so loved.

You never thought you would be experiencing your first time like this, with a man you read about in history, the man known to be cruel, being so gentle with you, you felt like crying out of happiness.

When was the last time you felt like this?

So content to the point of crying?

He pulled back to breathe and you smiled at him, caressing the cheek of his scarred side, he looked so pretty it physically hurt.

“I love you.” you whispered and he halted all his movements, looking at you in shock from above. He looked like he was processing what you just said and when he did, he smiled at you.

A genuine smile.

Then you felt something drop on your cheek, something warm.

It was his tear drop.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck before breathing your scent, and you held him there.

“I love you too.” he barely said above a whisper, voice shaky, if you weren't paying attention or listening closely you would've missed it, but you were.

He sniffed before he started thrusting into you again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him in that position, caressing his hair as he pounded into you.

“H-harder, Aem.”

Aem.

He didn't need you to say that twice and set his pace into a fast one, causing your body to jolt up the bed, he pulled away from your neck and kissed you on the mouth, muffling both your moans.

You felt the band in your stomach begin to tighten, the tip of his cock hitting the rough patch every time, making you moan into his mouth, he could tell that you were close and so was he, so he pulled away from the kiss and focused on thrusting into you, pace set faster than before.

And then the band snaps, sending hot pleasure up your nerves, making you arch you back and whine his name out, your walls clenching tightly around him, that was enough for him to peak as well, his thrusts became sloppy and he spilled himself deep inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

He rode his orgasm out, before he stayed buried like that until his cock softened, and only then did he finally pull out, his seed dripped out of you at that action, he scooped it up before shoving it back into you with care.

“Want you to give me babe.” he voices his desire out loud and you gasp when you felt his fingers enter and exit out of your sensitive hole as he was shoving his cum back inside you.

“I want you to carry my children, give me multiple.” he says as he pants and you nod at him dazed.

“I'll give you all you want.” you say and he smiles at you.

He props himself beside you before engulfing you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

“Become my wife.” he says so randomly and you look at him shocked and he looks down at you.

“Your wife? Are you asking me to marry you?” you ask, “Yes.” he confirms and your heartbeat picks up in your chest.

“What about alliances and–”

“They don't matter anymore, we already have an upperhand in everything. You need not worry about them.” he says and you go quiet for a bit, thinking of everything.

“So?” he questions.

“I'll marry you.”

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DÉPAYSEMENT // iii.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: nothing much, 18+, male masturbation, Aemond busts a nut at the end, canon divergence, not proofread I'm sorry aaaa.

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You drifted off into slumber, having been anxious about the entire outcome of the unavoidable situation, you didn't know whether or not Aemond had killed Lucerys, maybe he did, maybe the war was inevitable.

When you awoke, it was to loud and wet footsteps and your heart started heating loudly in your chest, expecting aemond to tell you that he had killed lucerys but to your surprise he says nothing, he's way too calm for someone that could've probably just murdered someone.

“He's alive.”

You didn't know how glad you were to hear those two words, your eyes filled with delight, maybe you can prevent the war, you just kind of did. You had stopped the main brick from falling over, now you just had to stabilize the rest of the foundation.

“You're- drenched.” you say and he scoffs, “Yes, I am aware, I came straight to you.” you felt your face heat up when he said that, he probably meant it as nothing but you felt warm.

You give him a small smile.

His breath hitches in his throat before he clears it and acts as if nothing happened.

“What is your name?” he asks so nonchalantly, and that's when you realised he doesn't even know your name- well he didn't bother to ask. And you kind of felt offended at that.

“Y/n.” you say sharply, “Y/n...” he repeats, a small smirk winding itself up on his face, you felt your core tighten at the way your name slipped off his tongue, you reminded your self to come back to your senses.

“Is there anything that you wanted to know?” you ask, trying not to make it awkward.

“Oh yeah, when will my marriage to Floris Baratheon take place?” he asks and you felt a sting your heart at that, what was wrong with you? it's not like it mattered who he married anyway, he had you here against your will and you felt pity for him? Textbook stockholm syndrome symptom.

You didn't know what to say, you just bit your lip in thought before looking back at him again, his gaze darkened.

“I- I do not know how to explain— from what I saw, you never got married.” you say, wondering how to explain the entire blood and cheese, harrenhal, alys rivers, God's eye part to him.

But then you realised.

You didn't just prevent Lucerys from dying, you also prevented from blood and cheese from happening.

A son for a son would not happen.

Because Lucerys was still alive.

You felt glad. That Jaehaerys would live.

“I never get married?” He asks and you nod, his eyebrows furrow in thought, and before he can question more, you interrupt him, “I told you might foresight is limited, and with lucerys not dying, fate might change.” you say and he hums.

Quietness falls between you two.

You move, wincing when your sore muscles contract, lying on the hard mud floor isn't exactly good for your body, and the mud even got into your hair, and you don't know how long it had been since you last took a bath or washed your face.

Aemond takes notice of this, feeling bad seeing you in such condition, but he doesn't understand why he feels bad, you were a literal peasant.

Even then, before he can stop himself words fall out of his mouth.

“Are you not comfortable here?” He wanted to punch himself, what kind of question was that? Of course she isn't comfortable here, she's literally jailed inside a dungeon, he felt stupid.

She looked at him baffled at the stupid question but quickly controlled her expression before answering, “No... It's not comfortable.” she was baffled but also confused on why he would care for her comfort.

“Hmm, Shall I have you residing in more comfortable chambers above then?” he asks, you didn't know if he was mocking you or genuinely asking you, but nevertheless you nod and he thinks for a moment.

“But we need to make a deal first.” he says and you groan, before agreeing, you would literally do anything to get out of this situation, you can't stay like this forever.

“You must not tell about your powers to anyone.” he says, “Okay.” you say

“I will have a guard outside of the chamber at all hours, if you want or need anything, inform him.”

“Okay.”

“And if you try to escape, know that I would not hesitate to separate your head from your body.”

“Got it.” shivers run down your body in fear.

“Great, I will let you know once I have arranged everything for you.” he says and you nod, he leaves before you can ask him a question.

What exactly do you tell people if they were question why you were here with him? or why he bought you here.

Aemond hadnt thought of that.

He felt stupid that he didn't because now his mother was on his back, questioning what his relationship with you is.

“Aemond! How can you just take the girl as prisoner and then shift her to vacant chambers?!” His mother questions and Aemond takes in a deep breath, “She is useful.” he says and his mother scoffs, “For what? Warming your bed?? What would others say?? That the prince Aemond had taken in a lover? In the KEEP?!” she shouts but aemond remains calm, he held back a smile at the thought of you being his lover, blood rushing to his cock at the image of you in his bed, he had gone mad. His silence makes alicent think that you were in fact his lover.

“What would Lord Borros think?! What about your honour?!” Alicent continues, “You were to marry his daughter Aemond! How could you take in a lover?” she groans, Aemond takes a deep breath before answering, “It is not uncommon, mother.” he says and alicent sigh disappointedly.

She knew it wasn't, paramours are quite a common occurrence in noble houses, many had taken in mistresses while married, and they were not looked down upon, the only image it ruined of was the wife's and not the husband's who was at fault, she didn't want her son to turn out the same way, but alas he had.

Aemond knew his mother was disappointed in him, and for the first time in his life, he had disobeyed her, he felt bad, disgusted even, but he couldn't just reveal your secret, your powers.

It didn't matter what others thinks. He thought.

Alicent just sighed, but then she heard Aemond apologize, looking down in guilt, and she felt her heart clench, the same way he had looked down when he was bought to her by the guard after he had entered the dragonpit after the pig incident.

A mother's love is sometimes a curse they say, if she can forgive Aegon for all that, why couldn't she forgive Aemond? She sighed before holding his arms and looking up at him, “I do not mean yo scold you Aemond, I'm simply— telling what's best, but I understand.” she just accepts, knowing that no matter what she will do, it wouldn't change his mind.

He gives his mother a small nod before he departs from there.

You were in the chambers, in a bathtub the servants had brought in to clean you, you dismissed them when they had tried to help you clean up, telling them that you would be fine on your own.

It felt odd to have others bathe you and do everything for you.

You stripped bare and got in the tub, relaxing at the temperature of water before laying your head against the end and closing your eyes.

The contrast from the modern era to this era was still unsettling to you.

You didn't know how much you would miss your daily boring life until you got here.

Waking up at 7AM to get ready for the day, home made coffee or just going to Starbucks if you felt lazy, having a part time job to pay off bills while you studied at college, you had taken up physics and chemistry as your major. If you could go back in time and prevent yourself from participating in that time travel experiment, you would.

Or rather go forward? You didn't know anymore.

You realised how everyone would find you batshit insane if you started solving physics numericals, or explain the concepts of force, gravity, motion, speed, velocity, etc, they wouldn't understand chemistry.

Maybe you could be the one to discover gravity? And take credit instead of newton, you chuckled at the thought.

“What's so funny?” you heard a voice say and you screech, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest, It was Aemond. “DUDE, GET OUT.” you scream panicking and he stands still.

“Do not command me.” he says you groan in frustation, “Please leave, come inside when I'm dressed, it is indecent.” you say it in a way he would understand, and it seemed that's when it dawned on him that you were naked and his gaze darkened before he looked away and went outside the room, closing the door.

You swear to the seven that this guy is an airhead or high on drugs because what the fuck was that interaction just now.

You got out of the tub, dried yourself before pulling out an extra pair of clothes you had kept in your backpack, and wore them, and you heard a knock on your door, voice of aemond, asking if he can come in.

Why was he so eager to see you?

You said yes and the door opened, aemond opened his mouth to speak but closed immediately looking at your attire and raising an eye brow.

You were wearing wide leg jeans and a black top, they were comfortable to wear.

“This will not do, your attire is extremely weird, you wear pants as if you are a man.” he sighs.

“There's literally nothing wrong with this outfit, it's decent enough to match your medieval standards of decency.” you roll your eyes, “Plus I do not have many clothes, it's not I was supposed to know that the experiment would've worked.” you mutter the last part.

“I shall have someone prepared for you then.” he says and you look at him, “why are you doing all this? for me?” you genuinely ask and he goes quiet, not knowing the answer to this question himself.

“truth be told, I have no idea.” that's all he says and you just stare at him with pursed lips before sighing and sitting on the bed.

“Now what.” you say aloud into the room and see aemond move towards you, standing in front of you as you look up at him.

“I have told people you are my lover.”

“Oka— WAIT WHAT.” you jump up, causing him to stumble back as to not bump into you, you looked at him baffled, and blinked.

“Listen-” you cut him off before he can explain, “oh my gods now I'm gonna be known as your lover, I will have people whispering about me, I thought the main focus was to not draw any attention to me?!” you yell.

“I had no other explanation! I couldn't reveal about your powers!” he lightly shouts.

“You could've just said I was your friend?!” you say, but then you realise that he can't do that because a friend that popped out of nowhere seems suspicious. “Actually nevermind.” you groan plopping down on the bed in defeat.

“It's okay I understand, but I hope you don't have any weird thoughts though.” you mutter and he stays silent.

“Great, now I'm going to be known as Y/n, lover of Aemond Targaryen!” You groan sarcastically, the devil in your ear whispers that it actually doesn't sound bad but you push it away.

“At least, I hope, I don't have to act like one.” you stare at him questioningly.

He remains silent, his eye fixated on you, and you felt shivers run up your spine.

“I hope not.” you say again but he doesn't say anything, and turns to leave your chambers, you furrow your brows in confusion.

Aemond rushes back to his chambers, in thought, your words ‘great, I'm gonna be known as Y/n, lover of Aemond Targaryen’ keeps resonating in his mind, he loves the idea very much, his lover, you as his lover.

He swears he is going insane, how are you consuming every part of him that easily? You are plaguing his mind, infecting him like a diesease.

‘Lover of Aemond Targaryen.’

Your voice keeps repeating in his head, and from earlier, your naked form too, although he didn't see quite much, the flesh of your breasts were visible through the gaps of your arms.

He slammed the doors of this chambers shut, immediately going down to lay on the bed before pulling his pants down, his cock painfully hard.

He runs his fingers up and down, trying to imagine anyone but you, to try and gain his self control back, a false feeling of control, he tries imagining floris, his future wife, the way she will take his cock in her cunt on their wedding night, in her shredded wedding gown which he ripped apart to reveal her flesh, but he groans, not enjoying it.

But then he imagines you.

In the same shredded wedding gown, he wraps his hand around his cock tightly, imagining how tight your cunt would be as he thrusts up into his palm, the way your breasts would bounce as he takes your maidenhead, the way you would moan his name, call him your husband, plead him to give his seed to you, so you can have his heirs.

He felt himself rapidly reaching his high.

‘Wife’ how he would mutter that word into your ear, watching you whine and buck your hips against him, he would bring you to your peak many times.

He remembers your soft breasts from earlier and his peak hits him like a shock, as he let's out a loud moan into the chambers, he breathes heavily, coming down from his high.

He cleans himself up before laying back and closing his eyes and drifting off to slumber imagining you.

‘Y/n, lover of Aemond Targaryen’

Y/n, Lady Wife of Aemond Targaryen.

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DÉPAYSEMENT // i.

Summary: you had volunteered to parttake in a time travel experiment, thinking that this attempt would also fail just like the others but never giving up an opportunity to learn, so what happens when the experiment does end up successful? trapped in the period of the greatest civil war, you try to not interfere between those events while trying to figure out a way back hopelessly, until you bump into none another than Aemond targaryen.

Aemond targaryen x Modern!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter but keep in mind that this is a 18+ fic cause this will contain mature themes and smut so minors please do not interact, changes in canon plot, kind of book!aemond(?)

also this is my first ever story, and my writing is really amateurish 😭 so please forgive me, + not proofread.

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You had not realised what you were signing up for, when you volunteered for participating in a time travel experiment, eager to learn about how these experiments are conducted. All the previous experiments have failed, and this might too, or so you had thought.

Until you blinked and found yourself in an unknown place, a place all too familiar but also different at the same time, and it was only then it had dawned on you that the experiment was successful. Doom settled in your core, this wasn't what you had expected.

As you took in your surroundings you had realised how helpless you were in the situation, with no way to go back to your era unless they come to fetch you, surely they must've been surprised that it had worked and overjoyed but you just felt fear, hoping they would not abandon you and find a way to bring you back, till then all you have to do is avoid drawing attention.

It was more easier said than done, you noticed the confused stares of the commoners, they had simply assumed you came from another land due to your attire as they were uneducated, the backpack you carried, which thankfully came with you, had food, and slowly you were beginning to run out of it, you thought it would be okay since you had money.

But once again you realised that paper currency was not a thing, nor were your credit or debit cards, they were now just pieces of paper and plastic cards that had no use in this era. You might as well be considered a peasant now.

And just as you were strolling through the streets, you bump into someone running which causes you to stumble and fall along with the person who bumped into you, his cloak fell open and his short hair was revealed. You had immediately recognized the man, It was Aegon ii Targaryen.

He grunted and got up from the floor before he ran again, not even bothering to apologize to you first, you just brushed it off, deciding not to dwell on it too much as it was not your place, if you had assumed right, this would be the event when Aegon had ran away until he was caught by his brother, Aemond Targaryen.

During history lessons back in high school, you were taught about your nation's history, which included the Targaryens, they are still very much alive and prominent in the modern world too, but not as rulers since the days of monarchy came to an end. Yet now it's odd to see how different they are.

A few moments have passed since your last encounter with Aegon, you had realised you ended up in Lanes of Silk Street as you noticed how the attire of the women had changed, revealing more of their skin and legs. And that's when you notice a person wearing a hooded cloak and another dressed in common attire strolling down the lanes, you obviously were able to recognize aemond, the cloak making it obvious that he's hiding his hair and the most noticeable thing of him, his eyepatch.

You had hoped they had not noticed your presence and foreign attire as you looked down and went past them, thinking you made it safely you let out a sigh of relief, way too loudly than you intended to. Which caught the attention of Aemond and he turned to look at you.

“Stop right there.” you heard him say which made you freeze up in your spot and you turned to look at him, he looked at you questioningly before he moved and stopped in front of you, the brown haired man follows him before whispering in his ear, telling aemond that they don't have any time to waste on you.

He nods before giving you a questioning look and making his way back again, you had let a false sense of safety come over you, thinking that he would never find you again, that you can escape and that these encounters had changed nothing, why would they? They were just minor interactions after all.

How wrong you were.

The butterfly effect is real.

Small changes leading to bigger impact in the complex system.

You bumping into Aegon had delayed him, and Aemond has caught him way quicker than he was meant to, changes in time intervals shouldn't affect anything right? I mean, what is wrong with Aemond catching Aegon quicker than intended?

Everything was wrong with that.

You see, disturbance in time can lead to everything spiralling out of control. And you were indirectly or directly the cause of it.

That's how you found yourself in this situation, with Aemond Targaryen holding you hostage, catching Aegon quicker had left Aemond with more than enough time on his hands to pursue after you, and he had caught you.

“So, tell me. Why is it that you sighed out of relief earlier?” He questioned as he had you kneeled in front of him, seriously? all of this because you sighed? your brows furrowed. “Is there something wrong sighing?” you asked annoyed.

“There isn't but... Considering your attire, the way you tensed up when you saw me and cole, and then sighing out of relief when we passed you is enough to draw suspicions, and it seemed you had recognized me too, considering how you looked down.” He explains.

Oh fuck this guy for being so observant.

You didn't have anything to say for yourself, you fucked up big time, you should've taken the other lane and not went past them, it all seems like a cruel play the gods have subjected you to.

Maybe that's what you get for bending physics, and defying the laws of nature.

You thought this was your end, dying by the hands of Aemond Targaryen, and you braced yourself for it, you were stuck here anyways, with no way to go back, so dying might not be a bad idea, you had mentally prepared yourself, thinking how you lived a good life.

But then he says something unexpected.

“You're coming with me.” he says before tugging you off your knees and pulling you with him, you were confused, was he not going to kill you? why is he taking you?

And just like that you were taken to the red keep, imprisoned in the dungeons while aegon got crowned above.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt genuine fear, not like the one when you first landed here. You had tried to ignore it and cope with living in this era, taking it lightly to not stress yourself out, to remain calm, to remain nonchalant to each and every situation, hoping that someone or anyone from your time will return to take you back, believing that everything will be fine.

Only now, inside of the dungeon, shivering from the cold, with an empty stomach and messed up attire had you realised the weight of the situation.

You weren't afraid of death, no.

Otherwise you wouldn't have braced yourself to die at the hands of Aemond.

No. What you were really afraid of was the uncertainty and what's to come. You knew what would happen. It's the feelings of knowing everything but also nothing that is eating you on the inside out, you knew how everything would play out, but now with your involvement, you were unsure.

The sound of footsteps broke you out of your thoughts as you looked at the owner of the noise, the dungeons door opened and he stepped inside, you glared at him and he just looked at you amused.

“We did not have the time to get acquainted.” Aemond says make you almost scoff. Acquainted my ass, you think, he literally imprisoned you.

“So now, where were we? You may speak.” he says, hands behind his back as he leans back on his right leg, his left leg jutting out.

Do you tell him? Explain to him what actually happened? Would he believe you? Why you were here? How you knew the future?

“You wouldn't believe me, even if I tried.” you say and he raises an eyebrow at that before humming “Hmm, it depends on what you say.”

“Let me go, and I will never cross paths with you again, please.” you beg hoping he'd consider the idea. “No.” he simply says and it leaves you baffled.

“What?” you ask in disbelief, “I said no, I shan't need to repeat myself again.” he says.

“Bro, please you literally have no use of me, just let me go, or at least kill me.” you say annoyed, he furrows his eyebrows at the word ‘bro’

“I am not your brother, how dare you, a stranger, associate yourself with me?” he says and literally fight the urge to face palm, you forgot that you aren't in your era.

“I'm sorry my bad, I shall learn not to do it again.” you tried your best to mimic it, he just raised his eyebrows, “Interesting.” he notes and you look at him questioningly. “What's ‘interesting’ if I may ask.” you mock.

“How we both speak the common tongue, yet it rolls off your tongue quite clumsily. You are not from here, or rather, from a different existence.” You tried your best to control your expressions of shock because of the way he hit the jackpot right then there.

Would he believe you if you told him?

“I-” before you could begin, a guard comes to inform Aemond that his mother had requested his presence, that it was something regarding gaining their allies.

Your eyes widened, you know what this meant.

The death of Lucerys Velaryon

Which inevitably started the war.

Aemond didn't fail to notice the shocked look on your face, he was observant after all.

What do you do? Do you tell him? Do you try to prevent it? Or let it happen? This was a major event which will set the events of the future sway, but this is also a reality you would be living in now.

Everything could go horribly wrong or incredibly right, your interference had already led things astray, and you knew that it would continue to do so. Because you were not meant to be here.

“Don't—” you choke out when Aemond turns to leave, he stops turning to look at you, head tilting, you take a deep breath. “Don't chase after him.” you say which causes Aemond to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Lucerys Velaryon, Do not chase him.” This only made him more confused as to why you are mentioning Lucerys, Why would he chase him? All these questions left unasked when the guard rushed Aemond to go meet his mother.

You just sat there as you watched him lock the dungeon door, wondering what will happen, you had not revealed anything too major, just an advice, questioning whether he'll take it or not. Whether you can prevent the death of Lucerys.

But, what would happen if you did? and what would happen if you didn't? you had no idea, do you save them from unnecessary bloodshed or let it happen? So it goes the same way it did in history.

While you were lost in your thoughts, Aemond had reached the council room, where everyone was present, discussing and his mother looked at him before the meeting begin.

“Aemond will fly to storm's end to secure the alliance of House baratheon.” his mother suggests, “How so?” one of the members ask

“By proposing a marriage, Lord baratheon has four daughters, Aemond can betroth one of them.” she says and aemond nods.

It was a strategic plan, marrying into house baratheon isn't as bad, and aemond would perform his duty, to once again prove to his mother that he was her perfect son.

But, your words kept ringing like a bell in the back of his head, ‘Do not chase him.’ what were you saying exactly? He was snapped out of his thoughts by his mother, the room was empty now, only leaving him and mother, she came and held him at the arms.

“Are you alright?” she asks and he simply nods, she gives him a tight lipped smile before they part ways, his footsteps carry him towards the path leading to the dungeons, almost as if there was magnetic force pulling him towards you.

That's until he spots helaena, wondering what she's doing here, he goes up to her, “Sister.” he greets her, and she gives him a small smile, “What are you doing in this direction?” he asks directly.

“I'm not sure, my feet bought me here as I was wandering around, I think I might have gotten off track.” she sighs, and he hums, then he notices her zone out, the way she always had when she had things shown to her, she was a dreamer, Aemond had known. It was confirmed after he lost his eye on that fateful night.

Although it is quite tough to decipher the words.

“Not belonging here, a soul misplaced, shall be the saviour.”

“A change of fates.”

“All rewritten.”

She says before blinking and Aemond parrots her blinking, lost in his thoughts trying to decipher what she means, she quickly excuses herself before Aemond could ask anymore questions.

A change to fates? All rewritten? A saviour?

Your words and His sisters words plagued his mind to no end.

A soul misplaced.

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DÉPAYSEMENT // iv.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing too explicit but this is a 18+ fic so mdni! aemond being selfish and greedy, horny thoughts, reader having a mental breakdown, not proofread!

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Aemond groaned when he woke up the next day, awoken by a knock on the door to his chambers, he yelled a ‘come in’ and the maids entered the chambers, preparing a bath and everything for him.

As they bathed him, he thought about what he did last night, the way he came undone at the thought of you, you were driving him insane.

After the maids finished bathing and dressing him, he went on to do his duties, handling the duties of his brother who was too drunk to do anything else, aegon did get a sense of responsibility after he was crowned, but old habits die hard.

The word of Aemond taking in a lover has spread like wildfire throughout the realm, it was damaging to his reputation, and soon enough he expected the baratheon to call of their betrothal and change their support to rhaenyra.

He wished that they did that.

But that didn't end up happening, the only Raven that was sent from them was to ask when the wedding can take place, this pissed off Aemond for an odd reason.

His mother and grandsire decided that it would be better if it's as early as possible, so they decided in two moon's time. His grandsire and Mother have also been planning on terms to settle this civil war, their only threat was daemon targaryen.

“The marriage will take place in two moons time, Floris Baratheon can start staying in the keep from the next moon.” his mother informed him, he felt like screaming, but he simply nodded his head and left the council.

He didn't know what was happening to him. The once oh so dutiful son who was willing to sacrifice everything for duty is now frustrated when the time came to fuilfil it.

He didn't want to marry Floris Baratheon, no, what he wanted was right there with him, you.

The last time he was this passionate about wanting something was a dragon. He would have you no matter what.

The idea of you being just his lover didn't make him as happy as it did before, not after what he imagined last night, you in a ripped wedding gown, as his wife.

He was getting greedy, and he knew it.

His feet led to your chambers, he knocked and waited, not wanting to accidentally come inside while you were in a compromised state, though it was less about respecting your space and more about his self control.

He heard your voice yell a small come in and he entered the chambers, his breath hitched in his throat when he saw you.

You were wearing a sapphire dress, like the one in his eye, with black fabric mixed in, your hair in a targaryen style braid, it seemed the dresses he had ordered for you had come.

You greeted him with a smile “Yo.” you said awkwardly, which caused him to raise an eyebrow, you wanted to facepalm.

“I meant, hello. Uhhh do you need anything?” you felt so awkward, this was literally your first normal interaction with him, he looked handsome, you noted.

The gowns had arrived this morning, it didn't surprise you when most of them were green, with a few black ones and a sapphire one, they were all simple, not too extravagant.

You decided to wear the sapphire one since it looked really cute, it was unwearable by yourself alone so you had to ask the maids to help you, which they were glad to do so.

But now you are realising that you're kind of matching with him, the sapphire in his eye.

What a way to fuel in the rumors of being his lover.

He took in your appearance, eye pausing at your chest as the mounds of your breasts were softly pushing against the material, he wondered how they would feel in his mouth.

Would they swell with milk when his seed takes?

Would you let him indulge in the sweet taste of it?

‘I have no taste for such depravity’, what a lie.

You practically undid him.

“You look beautiful.” the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them, this makes your face heat up as you look down, fiddling with your hands, “Thanks.” you say, blushing at his comment.

“Why are you here? Did you need something?” you ask him, hoping it didn't offend him, to your surprise, he closed the door behind him before he made his way towards you, he was standing so close as his gaze was extremely dark.

You put distance between you two.

“Let's leave some room for the Father.” you say jokingly, he just seems confused at your question, you shake your head and look at him, awkward silence falling between you two.

“I uh—”

“I am to be married to Floris Baratheon in two moons.” he blurts out, cutting you off.

“oh.” you simply say, your heart stings at the thought of that for an odd reason, were you getting too comfortable with him?

“uhm? Congratulations—”

“I do not want to marry her.” he says again, looking at you with such an intense gaze.

“oh.” you say once again.

“You can see the future right? Who will I marry?” he asks you, stepping closer, and you gulp, “I do not see everything, the future I saw was changed by you leaving Lucerys alive, so it might change.” you say truthfully, and Aemond buys your words.

“Hm, that's true.” he hums.

“Who do you want to marry then? I feel it's best if you follow your heart.” you comfort him, you knew it was a stupid thing to say regarding his position and duty but you had nothing else to say.

‘you.’ he fought the urge to say that.

He brushed a stray strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, you felt your heart race. His gaze flickered to your lips before he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours.

You froze, not knowing what to do.

The guy you barely knew was kissing you.

Well, barely would be a lie, you practically knew everything about him.

But he was just someone who you learnt about in high school history class, and that same man now has his lips pressed against yours.

It felt weird, but also tingly.

He pulled away, and you looked up at him.

You didn't know what came over you but you bought his face down with both of your hands and kissed him, he was caught off guard at first, but his hand left your cheek and wrapped around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, holding you tightly as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away before tilting your head slightly and then kissing him once again.

You had tried to avoid the feelings.

Ever since you first met him, you felt something bloom in your chest, at first you thought it was anxiety, well it was, but it was also an emotion you couldn't describe, but you felt it get stronger and stronger as each day passed.

You barely met him a week ago.

You wouldn't lie to yourself, but as you both were kissing right now, you felt complete for the first time in your life, as if a missing component had finally been found.

He groaned and he bit your lip, causing you to gasp and he took that as an opportunity to push his tongue inside yours.

One of his hand travelled up to the back of your head, pressing your face tightly against his.

He would lie if he said that he didn't feel just as complete as you did.

You both pulled away panting and gasping for air, he traced his thumb over your bottom lip before he leaned in to kiss you again but this time you pulled back and pushed him slightly away, hands against his chest.

“I— we shouldn't.” you say simply, feeling guilty.

Aemond doesn't say anything, “You are to be married soon- we were only supposed to pretend- I'm not okay with the idea of being your lover, making you cheat on your spouse, I do not want to be an actual homewrecker.” you say shakily.

“Hm.” Aemond hums, and you look into his eye with a pleading expression, and he finally steps back putting some distance between you both before he licks his lips. His lips tingly and also missing the feeling of your lips.

You open your mouth to speak again but he slams his lips against you once more, you are shocked, he pushes you backward and you back collides with the wall, his arms once again wrap around you tightly as he continues his ministrations, your mind becomes foggy and you kiss him back, hand gripping his hair.

You soon come to your senses once again and push him away with all your strength.

“Don't— please.” your voice cracks.

“There is nothing wrong with this-” he tries to explain but you cut him off.

“Yes there is! I was willing to pretend to be your lover, not actually become one! We cannot do this Aemond, we agreed not to.” you yell.

“We did not agree on shit.” he growls.

“You are already known as my lover anyway, so what's the issue to be my actual one? Your reputation is already tainted, and It seemed the Baratheon's did not mind.” He tries to reason with you.

“I'm aware! But I do not feel good, there is a difference between pretending and actually being one, I would be self assured regardless of what people would consider me because I would know that I did not do that, but this? It would forever make me feel guilty knowing I am ruining a marriage, I would loathe myself.” you explain.

“It is not uncommon here—”

“It's very much uncommon from the time I come from! You cannot two time and jump between women! That's immoral. That's disgusting, and me willingly being your lover while knowing you are to be married doesn't make me any less worse, let's just stop this, pretend this never fucking happened.” you take in deep breathes.

His eyebrows furrow.

“It's either I am your only one, or no one, I cannot bear otherwise.” you say sternly.

“What do you mean by the time you come from?” he asks, and you bite your tongue, fuck.

“I- I simply meant from the uh. The hometown I'm from.” you try to cover up. His faces becomes that of an untrusting expression.

“You're lying.” he accuses.

“I'm not.” you defend yourself.

“Tell me, do you even have the power to forsee the future? Or is it a lie as well.” his tone suddenly grows sharper.

“You know what, fuck this, I'm sick of pretending.” you decide.

“Pretend? So you do not have powers after all- tell me the truth, what exactly are you?” his face turns into a scowl, he steps closer, hands gripping your face.

Jeez, this dude's mood swings are insane.

“You will not believe me, even if I try to say so, but all you need to know is, I do not belong here.” you say.

“Speak plainly, I want the truth and the truth only.” he grits his teeth and you sigh, prying his hand off your face and goes to the bed to sit down before patting the space next to you, indicating that he should also do the same.

He walks cautiously before propping down next to you, you look at your hands.

“I am from the future.” you say and expect him to react, call you a liar, do anything, but he remains silent, allowing you to continue.

“I do not belong here, I'm from a different era, way into the future, 700 years later is the era I come from, where technology has developed significantly—” you look at his face and watch as his expression furrows at the word 'technology' an unfamiliar word, once again.

“Listen, I come from a very advanced time, I took a part in a time travel experiment, and that's how I ended up here.” you try to make it as short as possible.

“We tried to bend the laws of time and physics, but it never succeeded, however it succeeded this time and I ended up here, I want to go back.” you mutter the last part.

“So-” he gulps, taking in the information that you just unloaded onto his brain, “You are from the future? And you ended up here as an accident?” he questions and then it finally clicks.

“And the things you told me earlier, to prevent a war, has that event happened in history in your future?” he asks and you nod.

“You killed Lucerys Velaryon, which inevitably started the war, Poor helaena had to watch Jaehaerys die, a son for a son. The event was titled blood and cheese.” You say and his eye widens and then he blinks.

“But I didn't kill him this time-” and that's when you realise something too.

You jump up from your seat and Aemond looks at you, tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” you mutter.

“What's wrong?” he asks, you pace around the room anxiously.

“I changed the future.” you say and he furrows his brow, confused as to why you are panicking, wasn't it a good thing?

“That means- the course of events that will happen will also change.” you tell yourself.

“which means- by me- helping you- the events changed, and new events will occur, unrelated to the previous one I came to know or from my time.” Your voice breaks.

“I've created a completely different universe by changing the events, a different world.” you finally breathe out and Aemonds eyes widen.

“Which means—” you gasp.

“You are completely trapped here.” he finishes your sentence and the dam inside you spills, tears fall down your cheeks and Aemond immediately comes rushing towards you, hugging you and consoling you.

“What do I do? What- I should not have interfered, I shouldn't have- now I can't go back to my time Or rather- they can never fetch me.” you sob in his arms.

“Shh, it's okay, it's okay.” he coos, his mind boggled at all the information you have told him, he was cool on the outside but on the inside he was shaken to the core.

He felt bad that he felt slightly happy.

He was anxious when you he considered the possibility that you might be able to return to your future, but now that isn't the case.

You can stay forever here with him

He knew he was being selfish and greedy.

Your sobs died down as you collected your thoughts, you knew you would be stuck here, and had killed any hope of returning back, but no matter how much you try to put it out, there's always a tiny flame that flickers, a wish that some miracle happens and that you'll be able to return.

This realisation was like throwing water on that leftover flame.

You should not have interfered.

But you did.

The consequences of your actions.

But then again, you thought.

Was this always meant to happen? Would you have ended up here even if you didn't participate in the time travel experiment? Was this a fate you couldn't escape? Was this meant to happen?

You hadnt noticed the signs then.

You noticed how sometimes few places would bend, at first you thought you were seeing things due to your lack of sleep and the caffeine in your system, but then you would drop one of your belongings and they would disappear into nothingness.

Where they were gone to was a mystery you didn't bother to unwind.

You pulled away from Aemond, going across the room to stand by the window to look outside, taking in lungful of air and breathing out shakily. Aemond watched you, slightly with fear, hoping you had not gone mad and were planning to jump off from the window.

You took a step back but then your feet planted on something, causing you to lose your balance and fall, you fell on your butt. Groaning at the pain.

Aemond immediately rushed over to help you get up, you looked and saw what you had tripped over, your eyes widenening at the sight.

It was your mascara bottle.

The same one which you kept on the bathroom sink when you were getting ready for college as you put on some lipstick few months ago, the same one which rolled and fell and disappeared, never to be seen again.

What was it doing here?

And then you realised.

You were going to end up here no matter what.

If not by the time travel then you would've fallen through a bent space and end here.

It was your fate.

“Y/n?” Aemond called your name and you snapped out of your realisation-like daze, before you chuckled, confusing Aemond.

Was this a cruel joke? You tried to remain calm, anxiety piercing through your skin, filling your every nerve. You were shaking visibly.

You shook your head.

That's when Aemond remembered Helaena's word, his brain linking everything as he uttered those words out.

“Not belonging here, a soul misplaced, shall be the saviour. A change of fates. All rewritten.”

Your head snaps to his direction, eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?” you ask him and he swallows thickly, “My sister- uttered those words to me.” and that was enough to confirm everything.

From the beginning.

You were meant to end up here.

Rewriting fates?

Your head started pounding, all the things catching up to you now, you immediately went back to the bed and layed there, not caring if that was disrespectful, you could care less, you rubbed your head, trying to ease the nerves.

Aemond looked visibly concerned before he called the maids in, asking them to get a tea that relieves headache from the maester, and they obeyed swiftly.

“Here, drink this.” he said calmly, placing the tea beside the bedside table and you looked up at him, the way his hair fell when he bent to place the cup, he looked so pretty, you thought.

But you had no time for those thoughts, you were in a dilemma on what to do.

“You.” he uttered before he left the chambers and you were confused on why he suddenly said that, mind too preoccupied to even think as you fell off into deep slumber, exhausted.

He was answering your question, from earlier.

‘Who do you want to marry then?’

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DÉPAYSEMENT // v.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none! But keep in mind that this is a 18+ fic, reader and aemond having bonding time, Floris appears!!! reader feels out of place, gentle aemond?????? + not proof read :(

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It has been a few days since your last realisation that you're completely trapped here, and it took awhile for you to make your peace with it, everything you knew will never be the same.

The fear of being in an unfamiliar place, an uncomfortable era, it was very hard to move on and accept, you missed the stupidest of things, like when cars would honk outside your apartment, being stuck in traffic, being able to go to a grocery shop and buy them, receiving a minimum wage pay check, junk food.

Your survival skills from your era are not useful here, the only thing that was useful was you knowing the history, and you used the card way too quickly, and the world has changed and shifted along with it, and now you didn't know what would happen.

To your surprise, Aemond was patient with you, he made sure you are every meal, to not have you starving, he even asked what you liked to eat once so he could have it prepared it for you. You had explained your favourite dish from the modern world but he didn't understand so you just left it there.

You just laid in your chambers all day, bored to death, mostly sleeping through everything to fight it.

Aemond on the other hand was busy, dealing with the matters of the realm, he had flown out to get the alliance of multiple houses, strengthening aegon's claim while weakening rhaenyra's.

While you were there, you had learnt many new information left out from the history books, about the surroundings, why rhaenyra was actually ursurped. It was more than just her being a woman.

The realm was ready to accept rhaenyra as their queen, not wanting to support the claim of aegon but she had made a big mistake of marrying daemon, who everyone wanted to keep away from the throne as he would rule with madness, giving him power was equivalent to giving a knife to a toddler.

And Viserys never backed up her claim to the throne except for the time he officially declared her as heir, which is why everyone believed alicent when she had said that viserys changed his mind, because she herself thought the same.

Rhaenyra had never known duty, nor sacrifice, she wasn't fit to inherit throne not because she was a woman, but rather that she was never given an opportunity to learn about them. She doesn't know how to rule properly, Viserys had never trained her to, instead he was dead set on marrying her off and sending her away from the realm.

And her children? That's a whole other headache.

You noticed how Viserys was a common factor in all of the problems which arose, his decisions have been stupid, he tried to eat his cake and have it at the same time, his rule was long but stupid, half of the time he wasn't even present and it left otto hightower dealing with the realms matters.

You sighed when you thought about all these things, and just then Aemond had entered your chambers and you sat up watching him. He took off his gear and leaned it against the table before taking off his long coat and coming to sit next to you.

You and Aemond have gotten a little close after that shared kiss, it was deathly awkward at first but you got used to his presence, and his constant need to touch you, he hasn't done anything else after the kiss, only small forehead kisses and holding hands.

“What's the matter?” You ask when you hear him sigh, “She will be here in two days time.” he replies, annoyed. “Who— oh.” you realised he meant his betrothed. You closed your mouth immediately at that. “I do not wish to marry her.” he groans.

“Then don't marry her.” you say.

“But it is my duty.” he replies.

“Then marry her.” you say again.

“But I do not wish to.”

You groan this time, “Dude, just make up your mind.” you say annoyed and he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “It is not that simple, It is a duty, which I have to complete, but not what I want, im- I'm torn.” he confides in you.

It was a common occurrence since that kiss, he had been coming to you, telling you all the problems to which you listened to intently, and giving him ideas to overcome and he did exactly that, but you didn't wish to talk about Floris Baratheon. You felt jealous and annoyed at the topic.

“Floris is- I do not know, she is pleasant on the eyes but it's not who I want.” He complains and you get more annoyed, “I literally could care less.” you say before getting up from the spot next to him and moving away to the window.

“There is war brewing Aemond, just because you have not killed Lucerys doesn't mean that Aegon can get away with usurping the throne. You need to work in the favour of your side.” you say, tone clipped, reminding Aemond of his duty.

“Seven hells.” he mutters under his breath before everything falls silent.

“Do you plan on going to the crownlands soon?” you ask before turning to look at him, changing the topic, “Yes, there have been invasions of the blacks and rebellions, they are trying to claim Rook's rest.” he sighs.

“Aegon will get severely injured in that fight.” you tell him and he looks at you shocked, he had not mentioned that aegon will be going with him, “What is to happen to him?” he asks shakily.

“I am not sure if it will play out exactly the same, but Rhaenys will arrive with her dragon there and burn several hundreds of your men, yet you and aegon defeat her. However...” you trail off, you have not used any titles to refer to her, yet it didn't surprise Aemond as he was used to it.

“However?” he questions.

“Aegon will suffer from burns, severe burns, and sunfyre will lose his ability to fly as he will also get injured heavily due to Meleys.” you finish, “You must be careful, although you have your victory, it comes at a cost.” you sigh and Aemond gulps.

“I shall plan to it accordingly.” he says, turning his torso around to leave, “Aemond.” you call out and he halts in his place.

“Blood will be spilled, it is a war after all, but make sure that it isn't unnecessary one, you must be careful.” because I want you to be safe.

Those last words never leave your throat and he looks at you longingly before he comes to you and takes his hand in your hands, brushing your knuckles with his thumb, “I won't.” he says before his eye meets yours.

He leans down to kiss you, but you turn your face away and push him slightly, indicating that you do not want him to kiss you, so he stops abruptly, his heart twinging.

“When will you leave for Crownlands?” you ask him, he swallows thickly, “In 4 days time, I have to stay here in the keep until Floris arrives, mother's orders.” he grits his teeth at the thought of that, in just a month he will be getting married to her and not you, he wasn't able to be honest about his feelings to his mother, he didn't want her to be disappointed in him.

“Okay, you may go now.” you say dismissively, Aemond sighs, “Y/N, please do not dismiss me like that.”

You just hum, pulling away your hands from his grip and plopping yourself down on your bed, grabbing the book that was laying in the middle of it and proceeding to read it, ignoring Aemond.

Deep down you were seething, you and Aemond had a connection, you both knew, it was why you're here after all, there's no way the gods are that cruel to send you here only for you to save him and watch him become another woman's man. Or maybe they are.

You knew you could accept being his lover, it would be much easier, you could have him, but you knew deep down that he would never truly be yours and you'd just be labelled as a whore he spends time with. Just like you are being referred to now.

Yet that didn't hurt much because you were not actually his lover, you knew in private, you can only imagine how much it would hurt you if it was true.

You know it is stupid to toil after a man, especially not knowing what he actually wants from you, his actions convey that he indeed loves you, but never his words, he never expresses how he feels about you, not to you, not to anyone, only to himself.

You knew he had been trying, he is trying to understand you, the differences, know everything about you, he knows that he fell in love with you, it doesn't take much time to fall deeply, he is showing through his actions, but never through words, because he cannot express his feelings, you were the first person that he ever expressed his feelings and opinions too, however he couldn't bring himself to confess.

He tried to understand why you wouldn't be his lover, but it never made sense, he would be yours by heart, maybe you're worried about the children being bastards? He could simply legitimize them by asking Aegon, for he was King, he couldn't understand why.

He turned around on his heel and left your chambers, and you laid on your side, tears beginning to drip down your cheeks as you tried to hold them back.

Two days have passed and Aemond only ever came to visit you to make sure you ate, you decided to go out and take a walk in the gardens today rather than being stuck in your chambers all day.

The weather was perfect, air crisp and wind blowing lightly, if you were in your world right now, you would've gone cycling around, or just hung out with your classmates, you missed those days so badly.

You wondered if they noticed your absence, do they remember you at all? You can feel the familiar headache coming back, you were about to leave the garden and make your way to your chambers but you stopped dead in tracks when you saw two figures in the garden.

It was Aemond and one girl next to him, she had dark hair and a soft face, her hair put up into a braided hairstyle, the jewelry on her looked so perfect, back straight, shoulders back, and head up, she walked graciously next to him, a proper lady, for this era.

You assumed that she was Floris Baratheon

You looked down at your state, donning a simple green gown, no jewelry at all, hair loose and slightly messed up by the wind, you were the complete opposite of her, and it made you feel alienated, like you didn't belong here.

You didn't.

She was talking to him, and he was listening to her with a neutral expression on his face.

What were they talking about? You felt jealous.

Your heart stopped beating when they both spotted you, Aemond's eye widened and Floris looked at you, looking up and down before her face twisted to that of a slight disgust, she likely figured out you were his lover.

You walked past them and you heard her loud gasp which made you turn around and look at her questioningly. “You! You dare pass the Prince of the Realm and not greet him? Who do you think you are.” she scolds you, and you look at her with a bored expression before turning to Aemond.

“My prince.” you say before bowing half heartedly and turning once again to leave but Floris speaks up again, “And now you are ignoring his betrothed! His future wife! You really have no manners at all.” you breathed in calmly, trying not to snap because your mood was spoiled.

Aemond visibly flinched when she called herself his future wife.

You turn to her, give her a tight lipped smile before bowing, “Lady Baratheon.” you say before your face drops into an annoyed expression and you began to walk away again.

“She's is extremely rude.” Floris murmurs to Aemond but he doesn't pay attention, watching the natural sway of your hips as you walk away from them, a smirk winding up his face as he tilted his head, he felt his breeches tighten when you bowed earlier, giving him a glimpse at your cleavage.

“My prince?” the annoying voice of Floris snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked at her, his face returning to that of a neutral one and nodded, “Apologies My lady, please continue.” he says stiffly.

Aemond never wanted the ground to swallow him, he wanted to do nothing except go to your chambers and bask in the familiarity of them and the comfort of your presence.

Floris continued to talk about herself and her family but he just zoned most of it out, not interested.

He was forced to go on a walk with her by his mother, ‘bonding time’ as she called it, alicent has been alarmed finding out that her son had taken in a lover and spending most of his time with her, so she suggested this, he couldn't refuse.

“That woman earlier, is she the one you took in as your lover?” that question snaps him out of his daze and he looks at her, “Hmm.” he hums in confirmation, and Floris' bursts out laughing which leaves him confused.

“No offence my prince but she is not a proper lady of refinement, I had expected your lover to be graceful but she's all messy, that poses no threat to me.” She admits blatantly and controls her laughing.

Aemond wanted to choke her at that moment, but he controlled himself, his head turned to the side before he hummed in a dismissive manner before leaving and left her standing alone, to which she was confused and baffled by.

Aemond was seething and annoyed, angry at the way she had mocked you, his feet led him to your chambers before he slammed the door open before closing it just as roughly, staring ahead and breathing heavily.

You jumped at the noise and looked at him confused, and he finally looked at you, surprised to find you in your foreign clothes, the same top and bottom.

“You changed your attire.” he commented.

“Yeah.” you answered simply, not wanting to explain why you changed back, it was a weird sort of feeling, watching other women who were all dolled up, perfect example of a Lady, while you had none of the elegance because in your era nobody gave a fuck about it.

But here they clearly did, getting that judgmental stare from Floris was your final straw, so you pulled off the dress that hung to you awkwardly and basked in the comfort your pants and a top provided.

You missed home, the busy streets, being able to wear short skirts, dresses, outfits of the modern era without being judged for being unladylike, you for sure knew if you were to show your legs in that manner everyone would lose their mind.

You had accepted that you won't be able to go back, so you tried getting accustomed to here, but no matter how much you tried, you wouldn't be able to. You didn't even know the basic etiquette of this era, you wanted to fit in, but you know you never will.

“Is something the matter?” he asks coming and sitting opposite to you. You shake your head, not in the mood to tell him your problems.

Aemond for once, is able to read the room and put everything together, that's when it dawns on him, you were feeling out of place.

He was able to understand your behavior because he knew your truth, but others on the other hand didn't. So he went in deep thought, wondering how to help you.

“I shall hire an etiquette teacher for you.” he says and your head snaps to him, and you look at him with wide eyes, “w-what?” you swallow thickly.

“And I will order new dresses to be made for you, I will send a person to get your measurements they are perfectly fitted, and about jewelry, since you prefer simplicity, I shall have some pieces made for you.” he continues and your heart raced.

“You- you don't have to, I'm fine staying like this-” you begun but he cuts you off, “This is the least I can do, I realised that not everyone knows that truth about you, and to them you may seem odd, just like how you seemed odd to me at first, and I do not want you face their judgmental stares.” he speaks.

You blinked.

Who is this Aemond? Where is the cocky, annoying and frustrated one disappear to?

He was being understanding.

“Thank you.” you say shyly, not understanding his sudden kindness.

“No need to thank me, ñuha dōna rūklon.” (my sweet flower)

You blushed hearing those words leave his mouth, and he was surprised, “You can understand high valyrian?” he asks and you nod before giving him a smile, “I took it as a side subject during highschool, ñuha zaldrīzes (my dragon) ” you tease him.

“Highschool?” he tilts his head at that, and you chuckle, before explaining the entire concept of schooling to him, he smiles, “It's nice that the privilege of receiving an education can be shared amongst the common folk too.” he comments and you are slightly shocked. You expected him to be kind of classist, but to your surprise, he genuinely seemed to care for common folk.

“Thank you once again, Aemond- oh erm should I say My prince?” you correct yourself and he shakes his head, “Just Aemond when we're alone or... like you called me earlier, aōha zaldrīzes (your dragon)” he smirks causing your face to heat up, before you nod.

“I shall take my leave, dōna prūmia (sweetheart), finish my duties, I will visit you once again tonight, if you do not mind.” he says and gets up, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

You nod, and watch him leave.

And that's when reality crashes down on you, bursting the little bubble you both were in a few moments ago, the bitter truth that you can never truly have him weighed down on you.

You silently prayed on the inside.

Prayed to the gods to allow you to have him.

Prayed for the gods to be each others completely, not just his lover.

Prayed that he doesn't marry Floris Baratheon.

Prayed for the gods to make him is yours.

Your dragon.

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Aemond Targaryen x Modern!Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing explicit but remember this is a 18+ fanfic so mdni, aemond being rude (aka himself), canon divergence, reader is still in the dungeons (I'm sorry), aemond starts to catch feels????????

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You laid there on the ground, cold, and shivering, the hunger pangs growing from time to time, you reached a hand inside your backpack, which surprisingly wasn't taken away from you, and found a half eaten chips packet, the last of your stock and a plastic water bottle with little left in it.

You were going to eat a chip until you felt someone snatch away the packet and throw it on the ground, confused and angered you looked up to see Aemond, you had not even heard him enter.

“DUDE?? WHAT THE FUCK?” you yelled in anger, “Mind your tongue.” he simply said furrowing his eyebrows once again at the slang. “Oh jeez, fuck off, I was fucking hungry.” you snapped when you felt another hungry pang in your stomach.

“'Twas food?” he asked confused and you just glared at him, “Yes, Mr. Genius, why else would I try to put it in my mouth?” you scoff.

“I do not understand, you and whatever.. it was. It doesn't look like food. More like something you obtained from witchcraft.” he says bluntly, with the most serious face ever in history.

“.... Do not tell me you suspect me of witchcraft.” you say baffled and he shrugs, “Considering your foreign tongue, and out of place attire and behavior, my suspicions are rightfully valid.” he says and you just roll your eyes, “I'm no witch.” you simply say, “'t would take more for me to believe.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are insufferable?” you ask annoyed and immediately withdraw what you said after seeing his reaction, you need to keep in mind that you aren't in the modern era, and people take offense really easily, and with Aemond being a prince, he could easily have your tongue for that.

“Sorry.” you mutter before silence falls in between you, only to be broken by your stomach growling which makes you groan. Feeling another hunger pang.

“I shall have the guards send food to you.” he states after hearing the noise which made you feel embarassed and you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Only if you clear the doubts I have.” of course there's always a fucking catch.

“What doubts do I have clear?” you ask and Aemond is quiet for a while, trying to collect his thoughts.

“What did you mean by earlier?”

No hesitation.

Directly to the point.

Which means he took note of your words.

You didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or scared.

You went quiet, lost in your own thoughts, doubt plaguing into your mind and body.

Can you prevent it?

But what would happen if you did?

Would the world end?

Do you just let the war and everything occur?

So it goes the way you remember, the way it went down in history?

You look at Aemond, staring at his face, analysing his every feature, a man who you had seen paintings of when you learnt of him, though they were not exactly accurate, the man who was known as the kinslayer, cursed forevermore, whose death was brutal.

You remember the depiction of the battle above God's eye in a painting. Daemon Targaryen's Valyrian sword, Dark sister, in his remaining eye, which killed him. At that time, when you saw that art piece in a museum, you thought it was beautiful, but now it makes you feel bad.

He was the only one justified in his hatred for the blacks, the man who lost everything, yet gave everything, a dutiful son, a dutiful brother.

The man who wears a sapphire beneath the eye patch to replace his lost eye, the man called Aemond one-eyed, was standing in front of you.

Your reality.

He was in front you.

Alive, breathing.

Real.

Not just a piece of painting.

Do you tell him?

“I- i cannot say.” you choke out, “It could end up bad.” you take in a deep breath, Aemond just stares at you, before getting closer and grabbing your face with his hands. He takes in your features.

Beautiful, he thinks, but he quickly brushes it off.

“If you don't tell me, it will end up bad too.” Aemond retorts, indicating that he might have you tortured, but those words are understood differently to you.

You take a deep sigh, “Lucerys Velaryon is to die by your hands.” you spit out which makes him surprised, and his grip on your cheeks falter.

“Or rather, Vhagar eats him. Not sure if that was what you had intended.” you continue, and Aemond's mind is overloaded with many questions but he only asks one, “How do you know?”

“I-” do you tell him the truth?

“I saw it, in a dream” you say, hoping he'd buy into your poor covering of the truth, making it out to be your power, taking inspiration from alys rivers, considering how it was said that she was a witch who had powers, and to your surprise, he believes it, “You see the future in your dreams?” he asks and you nod, “Well, not always, but when I do, they're as clear as a memory.”

His face showed that he had many questions, but he didn't bother to ask any of them, you didn't know whether lying to him would help, maybe you could've just told him the truth but, it would sound crazy.

Considering how you'd have to explain how humans have moved forward in terms of technology and that a machine sent you back into the past, the physics of it all. Which would sound insane to him, considering all the modern discoveries had not happened until and after 300AC.

“Hmm.” he hums, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it in thought, “Will this occur when I leave for storms end?” he asks and you shake your head, “When you depart, after securing the alliance of House Baratheon, which Lucerys fails to do so.” you tell him.

Aemond chuckles at that, “Of course, the only thing strong about him is his tainted bastard blood.” he says meanly, scoffing, which makes you twitch. “Thank you.” he says which shocks you.

“I shall order the food to be delivered to you.” he says before glancing at you one last time and leaving the cell, not before locking the door.

You groan, your gaze drops to the fallen chips on the floor, tainted by the dirt from the ground, you observed it, noting how it looked so off, like it didn't belong here, looking extremely misplaced.

Just like you were.

And once again the anxiety of you in this situation had clawed it's way back to you, no matter how many times you calmed yourself, told yourself everything would be okay, you still couldn't get over the fear. The anxiety, you know it would last, until you adjusted to everything.

The guard had bought in a tray filled with a bowl of soup and some bread, you groaned at the unappetizing meal, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, and you were really hungry.

So you ate it.

While you were eating, Aemond was in his chambers, preparing to fly to storm's end, it would take a while to go there, and for an odd reason, he did not want to leave you alone, but he had to. To fulfil his duty.

Aemond would always fulfil his duty, he doesn't want to disappoint his mother, he has to show that he isn't his brother, who had abandoned all his sense of duty. He knew that his marriage would always be for a political alliance, he prepared himself for that, accepting that he might be in a loveless marriage only to produce heirs and secure the targaryen bloodline and he would fulfil that, as it was required.

But why does his heart show distaste now? He couldn't understand.

The reason was you, and he knew that, but he couldn't explain why he felt an attraction towards you, he barely knows you, yet- he feels some type of pull in between you and him. Perhaps your beauty had enamoured him? But Aemond was never the type to only fall for such a trait.

He wondered what to do with you, you would be of great use to him, considering how you saw the future, maybe even help his side win the war.

Your words constantly rang in his mind, although you were telling him important things, his gaze remained on your lips, he wished to kiss them—

What is happening? Had he gone mad to lust?

Aemond thought in annoyance, surely you must've bewitched him.

He was to be betrothed soon, and thoughts like these are unnecessary.

But it would be a loveless marriage anyway, he hadn't met the baratheon sisters before, but he had heard about them, and none of them sparked his interest.

Perhaps he could take you as his lover? A bedmate—

He had to stop.

He wondered if the gods are testing him, playing a cruel joke on him, he didn't even know her, and he realised, he doesn't know her name, or rather, he never bothered to ask.

He felt guilty.

It was odd.

Why should he feel guilty? it doesn't matter if he doesn't know your name, you are nothing but a peasant he captured.

Yet, he feels a disaster.

Groaning, Aemond quickly leaves the keep, and awaits in the dragon pits entrance, vhagar was too big for the dragonpit, so she often resided outside of King's Landing.

But she knew when Aemond needed her, she felt it through her bond, she feels a strong connection to him, a lot of people believe that their dragon bond isn't strong, but only Aemond and Vhagar know that it isn't true.

So she flew and Aemond had boarded her, departing to Storm's end.

It took a while to reach there, rests in between, the place surely lives up to it's name, there were dark clouds everywhere, forming lightning and thunder.

Things proceeded as such, Aemond was to be betrothed to Floris Baratheon, she was the prettiest, he noted, though her beauty can never compare to yours— Stop.

It was all going well until the guards informed of Lucerys' arrival.

This was his first time seeing him after the dinner, the dinner where Lucerys had mocked him, the pig, he never felt so humiliated, all Aemond could think of their shared childhood, the pig, the mockery, the loss of his eye. His eye.

A justice he never got.

Only his mother had ever tried.

Aemond felt pure disgust and rage.

He observed the interaction that went down between Lucerys and Lord Borros, he failed to get his support just like you had said, Aemond's lips lifted slightly at that, Lucerys had turned to leave but Aemond spoke up.

“Wait, My Lord Strong.”

He saw how Lucerys twitched slightly at the name, “Do you really think, you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?” Aemond says.

“I will not fight you, I came as a messenger, not a warrior.” Lucerys sternly says, Aemond wanted to scoff.

“Fight would be little challenge.”

“No, I want you to put out your eye, as payment for mine.” Aemond removes his eyepatch, revealing his maimed eye, a blue sapphire in its missing place.

“One will serve, I would not blind you.” He pulls out the knife underneath his coat and throws it onto the floor, “Plan to make a gift of it to my mother.” he says.

“No.” Lucerys says.

Aemond saw red in that moment, his lip twitched.

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor.”

“Not here.” Lord Borros says loudly.

Aemond's patience was running thin, driven by pure rage, he lunged forward.

“Give me your eye! Or I will take it bastard!” he grabbed the knife he threw on the floor

“NOT IN MY HALL,” Lord Borros stood up, which made Aemond halt with the knife in his hand, “The boy came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof.” Borros continued.

“Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon, Now.” he commanded the guards and Aemond just watched him be escorted as he put the knife back in its holder.

Aemond felt pure bliss as he made a plan in his head, planning to scare him.

He went on to mount vhagar.

He would chase him through the storm, he thought.

It would frighten him real good.

But then.

Your words rang inside his skull.

‘Do not chase him.’ and it seems only then Aemond seemed to break out of this spell of pure rage and finally think with a clear head.

Aemond is a cruel man, yes, but his intentions were to never harm his family, regardless of whether Lucerys is a bastard or not, he did not want to taint his hands with the blood of his newphew.

He knew that killing Lucerys would start a war.

But he also felt angry.

After a few moments and the constant war between his thoughts, He and Vhagar took off into the skies.

He did not go through with his plan.

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DÉPAYSEMENT // x.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst? nothing much really, alys rivers plotline slay + not proofread!

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT IK IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE I UPDATED THIS BUT I WAS SO BUSY 😭😭

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Alys Rivers, a wet nurse and a bastard of the house strong, was all she was ever known for. Her 'family' had seen her as more of a pest since she was young, never treating her decently, and her life became even more difficult with the passing of her mother.

However, Alys had visions.

She sees much and more.

The dreams and visions that came to Alys had always been true, it was a power she had, the sight of the future, predicting things that would happen.

She had seen how her house would fall to a Targaryen prince, but he would spare only her, take a keen interest in her, she saw him in the fire used to cook supper, in the water puddles that remained when it rained heavily. Visions of him and herself, together.

However, those visions changed drastically in recent days, no more was she able to see him, he did not appear in her dreams anymore, and the only time he did, he appeared to be with someone else.

Alys cried that night, in desperation, wanting to be set free from her house, but also be alive and her only salvation was Aemond Targaryen who has appeared to have done that in her visions, yet now all hope seems lost.

She watched the skies for many days, wondering if he'd come on his dragon, wishing to spot a huge beast in the sky, but it did not happen, and so she gave up.

Until there was chaos.

He was here.

She ran outside the hiding place, and spotted him, in all his glory, armor clinging to his body with the blood of her family members on them, if she could even call them that. He commanded no one to be spared, every child, bastard, woman, old man, to be killed, to end the official house of strong end.

He felt a burning gaze on his back, and when he turned to look, he lost his breath.

Emerald green eyes, looking at him.

She appeared young, her long dark hair falling perfectly on either side of her face, flowing down graciously as she stood there in all her glory.

His heart wrenched at the sight of her.

“What's your name.” he asks and she doesn't look away, “Alys rivers.”

It suddenly felt as if cold water was poured all over him, and he snapped out of his daze, the warm feeling inside his chest disappearing immediately when his thoughts travelled to you.

His gaze became cold, and he grew his sword, yet the way she stood there, not fearing him, but instead looking at him longingly and it couldn't make him hurt her.

She was his lover.

Be it in another life.

It doesn't change the fact that he had possibly loved her.

But he doesn't love her in this life.

He loves you.

He takes a deep breath, “Leave before the guards find you.” he says, tone final and she looks at him wide eyed, “I am sparing you, my guards won't, it's best if you run away now.” he speaks once more and Alys is shocked.

He's sparing her.

Setting her free, without killing her.

She didn't need to hear it again, before she took off, clinging onto her skirts as she ran, far away.

He watched her frame become smaller and smaller, his heart feeling light, a smile winding on his lips as he realised that all she ever wanted to be was free. He shook his head, finishing the task at hand.

He could not wait to return to you, tell you about everything that happened, and you would be there listening to him like you always did, he did not know why but somewhere deep down in his heart he felt as if he was betraying Alys, though he doesn't know her.

Did she really bewitch him in his alternate life? Or did he just fall for her, because of her bravery? He couldn't tell, but he knew for sure that it wasn't the first option, otherwise she would've bewitched him too now, making him fall for her, but she didn't.

He wrote letters to you while he was at harrenhal, seizing it from the blacks completely, he has to win this war, for the sake of the realm, so that the targaryens can prosper and protect the realm as it was Aegon's dream.

It had been ten days since then.

The rain was pouring heavily, and you were in the chambers of your red keep, watching the sky as the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, you wondered if Aemond would be able to return safely, praying to the gods to keep him safe, asking the crone to provide him with wisdom and guide him, asking the father to protect him, and the smith to help him through his battles.

Spending time with Alicent had improved your prayers, she would visit you to keep you company, take you to the sept with her and she would talk passionately about the gods and her faith in them.

“Whenever I pray, I feel at peace, as if I am with my mother all over again, she would often bring me to the sept to pray, I miss her, a lot.” she said that once.

And since then you often accompanied her.

You watched as the skies show no signs of clearing up and you sighed heavily to yourself, going over to the bed and propping down on it, curling up into a ball at the thought of Aemond not showing any signs of returning.

Aemond had written you letters, but he never went into explicit detail on what happened between him and alys, just briefly saying that he spared her and you knew it meant that he let her go, but the paranoia in the back of your mind kept chipping at your sanity, telling you that he'd probably taken her as a bedmate. Like he was meant to.

But then you heard a loud dragon roar in the distance, which made you get up from the bed and rush to the window again.

And there she was, vhagar, undoubtedly with Aemond atop her, travelling through the rain.

He had returned like he promised.

You waited patiently, as it would probably take a while for him to arrive back in the keep, half an hour or so, all of your paranoia went away upon his arrival, you knew that he would never betray you like that.

You heard the chamber doors open and you looked to see Aemond who was drenched from the rain, breathing heavily as he probably ran from there, you immediately went to him and hugged him, not caring if the water got on you.

You took in his scent, he smelled just like how mud would smell when it would first rain, the pleasant and earthly smell he had calmed you, he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you close.

“I missed you.” you pull away and tell him and he holds your cheek lovingly, “I missed you too.” he murmurs before joining his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

Your hands on his chest as he holds your face gently, lips moving against one another, he pours all his love into the kiss, his other hand grabbing you by the waist to push you even more closer to him, pulling you flush against his body.

He pulls away to catch his breath, caressing your cheek and you lean into it, “What happened to Alys?” you ask and he looks away, “I spared her, and she left.” he says and pulls himself away from you completely, removing his drenched leather coat and placing it on the chair nearby.

You put your hand on his shoulder and he looks at you, “I- I wasn't able to kill her, I'm sorry.” he apologizes and you furrow your eyebrows, confused why he was apologizing, “Aemond, I didn't want you to kill her, just not to betray me, and it's completely okay if you spared her, you did love her in another life.” you reassure him and he smiles.

“I guess. When I looked at her- I wasn't able to bring myself to kill her, she was there, standing all brave in front of me, not scared. As if she knew that i would arrive.” he sighs, “She was said to have visions.” you reply, tilting your head and he looks at you.

“My Alys?” he questions

Silence falls between you both and your hand drops from his shoulder, and that's when he realised what he said, and the sad smile you gave him broke his heart further, “Yes, your Alys.” you look away.

“Shit- I'm sorry, I do not know why I said that.” he apologizes, immediately grabbing your face to make you look at him and you looked into his eye, he genuinely seemed sorry, and you sighed, “It's fine.” you tell him before pulling yourself away from his touch.

He felt grief.

“When I was in my world, I visited a museum.” you start speaking suddenly, and he remains silent, “The Museum is a place where historical pieces are kept and preserved, so the history isn't forgotten, and it had all kinds of westeros history, including the targaryen dynasty.” you continue.

“When I first visited there, I saw your painting, felt my breath hitch and i was naive, not catching the signs that we were connected, at that moment. but that isn't why I'm telling you all this.” you sigh, not wanting to go off topic.

“When I revisited it, I went through everything even more carefully, and there it was, a valyrian steel necklace with emeralds, such a beautiful piece.” you tell him and turn to look at him. “It belonged to Alys.” you tell him and he's confused and before he can say something, you interrupt.

“You must be thinking 'How can a strong bastard have a necklace as valuable as that? Valyrian steel is rare.' Right?” you ask and he nods, “You gifted it to her.” you tell him and he is shocked. “You did love her a lot, I can only assume, and I can understand why you feel that way towards her in this life as well, but just please- please do not betray me.” your voice cracks at the end and he looks at you before coming close to you.

“I would never.” he presses a kiss to your forehead and then you smile at him, but then he purses his lips, “I wish you had not revealed that necklace thing.” he whispers and you look at him confused.

And that's when he pulls out a valyrian steel necklace with sapphires.

You try your best to hold back your laughter and he playfully glares at you, “Do not laugh.” he says and that's when you couldn't contain it anymore and start bursting into fits of giggles.

“Oh gods Aemond, the timing.” you giggle.

“Shut up.” he rolls his eye, and you give him a toothy smile before turning your back to him. “Well what are you waiting for?” you lift your hair up, indicating for him to put the necklace on you.

He does and hooks the two ends together, and the necklace looks so perfect.

You turn to look at him, “How is it?” you ask, caressing the sapphires on it gently. “Suits you.” he says embarrassed but you chuckle, “Aemond it's fine.” you tell him and he pouts slightly, “You know, I wish I gave it to you sooner before you revealed all of that.” he sighs.

“Yeah but you were too busy kissing me.” you tease and he smiles, “Your lips are too addicting.” he says, making you blush.

“I love you Ñuha rūklon (my flower) , I really do, I do not know what I would do without you.” he confesses and you give him a smile, and hold his cheek, “I love you too Aemond.” you press a kiss to his scar.

“Mother said we can progress our marriage in a moon's time.” He tells you with a smile on his face but your hand drops and you shake your head, “Zaldrīzes, I'm scared.” you tell him.

“Whatever for?” he asks

“For you, there is still one thing standing in our way, your uncle.” you say, looking him in the eye

“My uncle?” he questions and you nod.

“In your other life, you had died during the battle with your uncle, he mounted off caraxes, with the dark sister blade, and plunging down unto you and vhagar, shoving the blade into your remaining eye.” you trace his other eye and grips your hand, jaw twitching.

“Why is it that I never know peace, everything keeps happening one after another, I'm sick of this.” he tells you, and you just hug him, rubbing your hand up and down, reassuring him.

“It will be okay, Ñuha zaldrīzes, nyke gīmigon kesā sagon sȳz, syt emā se ānogar hen iā zaldrīzes, perzys isse aōha ānogar.” (My dragon, I know you will be fine, for you have the blood of a dragon, fire in your blood)

You reassure him, and he pulls away from the hug,

“Jaelan bisa naejot mōris, nyke sepār jaelagon iā biare ābrar lēda ao, ñuha rūklon.” (I want this to end, I just want a happy life with you, my flower.)

He sighs, closing his eye in displeasure wanting nothing but the war to end already, and you caress his face in a gentle manner, “Soon.” you mutter.

“Where will I fight him? Is he going to burn Kings Landing?” he asks you and you shake your head no, “God's eye.” you tell him and he tilts his head, “The lake?” he asks and you nod “Above it, in the skies, you later fall into the water with your dragon.” you tell him and he grits his teeth, and that's when you realise, you shouldn't be telling a very much alive person about his own death.

“Sorry.” you quickly apologize and he shakes his head, “It's fine, you are just trying to help me.” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“A battle above God's eye huh? Interesting.”

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DÉPAYSEMENT // vi.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: none! but keep in mind this is a 18+ fic. Mdni, reader and aemond bonding more and more slay, things might escalate in the next chapter hehehehehe. not proofread!!

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Aemond had visited you once again that night, he talked about what went on in the small council, how they have been spies in the city but cannot locate them. He laid on your lap on the bed as he told you all these things, you caressing his hair, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

“I'm planning not to take Aegon, to avoid him being hurt.” he says while sighing contently as you play with his hair strand, “But he insists on coming, saying it is his duty as king.” he sighs once again, but this time in frustration.

“Maybe take him with you, but just protect him, since you'll know what will happen.” you suggest, looking down at him, he stares at you, watching the way your hair curtains your face as you look at him, he hums, “Do you think I am capable..?” he asks weakly.

“You are more than capable Aemond.” you smile at him, he props himself off your lap and onto his elbow and you tilt your head as he stares at your face, eyes flickering to your lips before he sits up straight, making you look at him.

He leans on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth and comfort you provided.

He could never really wrap his finger around it, the way he felt immediately comforted when he was with you, he could be raging, mad with anger or hurt with sadness, yet as soon as you invite him into your arms, all of those emotions fade and he feels light again.

He feels the same as he felt when he first claimed vhagar, when she took him to the skies, when he travelled in the skies, the pale moonlight shining ever so brightly as the wind hit him, he felt so much joy and relief, as if his worries have been washed away.

You had changed him, he thought.

If he had told himself a few moons ago, that a lady would arrive and change his life completely, making him fall deeply in love with her, he would've laughed in his own face.

But here you are.

He felt his heart clench at the bitter realisation that he would be marrying someone else. He felt like screaming, helpless, he was torn.

You gazed upon him ever so gently, the lit candles illuminating the contours of your face and your eyes shining bright with light, you looked so ethereal in that moment, he thought.

And when he realised that he can't marry Floris Baratheon, allies be damned.

He cannot do that, while you're right here in front of him, he knows the moment Floris and he get married, all these moments will end, you had allowed yourself to be close with him in this way because he was yet to be married, but you only ever allowed light kisses, never going further than that, not even allowing him to kiss your lips.

And he knew, that they would all stop.

He would go insane.

He decided he will break off the betrothal after he comes back from Rook's Rest, he cannot bear losing you.

“I am to leave on the morrow.” he says and you look at him confused, “I thought you would be leaving day after tomorrow?” you ask, “Yeah,” him using that word made you smile a little, “But the rebellions are getting worse, so I have to act as soon as possible.” he closes his eye.

“I'll pray for your safe return.” you say with a smile, pushing a strand of stray hair away from his face before leaning to kiss his scar.

He grunted, grabbing you by the back of your neck before shoving his lips against yours, in a small kiss before he pulls back, “I-” he breathes the words stuck in his throat.

“I will take my leave now, nūha rūklon (my flower)” he says and gets up, you just nod, your lips feeling tingly, you fought the urge to pull him into a deeper kiss. You watch him open the chamber doors and leave, your heart twinging at the fact that he cannot spend the night here with you.

Not because anyone would say anything but you both wouldn't have self control.

You sigh, laying down the bed and drifting off to sleep.

It was a fine day, you were taking a walk in the garden again since you loved the scenery and the gardens, Aemond had departed early morning, the loud roar of vhagar waking you up, you rushed to your window to see him fly off, sunfyre next to him, and prayed that everything would be alright, and also for his safe return.

Your feet led you to where the godswood was located, but you were surprised to find someone already standing there, looking at the leaves, it was Alicent Hightower. She had not noticed your presence, too busy gazing at the tree, almost in a trance.

You didn't know what to do, so you turned to leave, however the rustling of your feet caught her attention and she turned to look at you, “Your grace.” you bowed, remembering to greet properly.

She nodded at you, and you stood straight once again, awkward silence befalling between you both, “You are Aemond's lover I believe? It is my first time seeing you.” she begans and you nod awkwardly, “Uh, yes your grace.” you confirm with words, she nods once again.

“I've never seen him like that.” she says and you are confused, “Aemond, whenever a topic about you arises, I've never seen his gaze soften like that.” she explains, “At least, not since he was a child, before the incident.” she recalls with a slight troubled expression on her face.

“At first, I thought you were just his spoil, that every he takes to bed, to satiate his appetite, but- it seems you are more than that to him.” she continues talking, wincing when she has to talk about indecent topics like that.

“I spotted him leaving your chambers last night, and his expression- looked so content, I've never see him that relaxed, he always used to look as if though he was at a war with himself.” she sighs and walks towards you.

“I do not know what you have done, but, he looks happy, and I'm willing to tolerate anything if I can see him like that again.” she says, looking directly at your face, “You love your son a lot.” you say and she nods, “And yet people call you a bad mom.” you blurt out and she looks at you confused, “Oh uhm, nothing, these are just baseless rumours I've heard somewhere, likely sabotaging your reputation.” you explain, hoping not to offend her.

“And what exactly are those?” she raises an eye brow and you swallow, “That you do not love your children at all— but! I now know that they are not true, you have always wanted the best for them, putting yourself in situations to ensure they're happy, even tolerating my presence, regardless of how dishonorable it is, you are a good mother.” you speak out and you watch as tears well up in her eyes.

“Uh! I'm sorry- your grace! If my words have offended you!” you apologize quickly and she shakes her head, before blinking her tears away, “No- it's just that- I've never been told those type of words before.” and for the first time you see her genuinely smile, “thank you, for your kind words.” you felt your heart break when she said that no one had ever told her reassuring words.

“It was difficult, being so young and given a huge responsibility, but I still tried my best, doing what I can, I am aware some paint me out to be a bad mother, and frankly, maybe sometimes I am, but it's not like I'm not trying.” she looks down, a single tear drop falling from her cheek, “I've done nothing but what was expected of me, I sacrificed, performed my duty, and yet sometimes it still isn't enough.”

“I am proud of you, my queen, you have always done your best.” you give her a warm smile, you knew those words were offensive and that someone of your status shouldn't be saying those to a dowager queen, and she knew that too, but in that moment it didn't matter, all her life she had done everything but was never once appreciated.

The damn she was so desperately holding back broke and she sobbed, you didn't know what to do and frankly you were pushing your limits and stepping out of line, but you wanted to comfort her, so you took in her hand in yours and rubbed small circles in a soothing manner, and she relaxed at that.

A few moments pass and she collects herself, “I apologize, you had to witness this.” she says and you let go of her hands, “No your grace, I am sorry if I had said anything offensive.” you say back but she just smiles at you, “Nonsense, you didn't say anything offensive darling.” she says.

“Your grace—” Ser Cole interrupts and looks at you both shocked, “your father is requesting your presence, to discuss the matters of the realm since King Aegon has left for battle.” he finishes, and alicent nods, “It was pleasant being in your company, I guess I can finally understand why my son.” she let's out a small laugh.

“I shall take my leave, I would love to meet you again soon.” she says and you nod, you watch her back as she leaves, wondering what just happened.

You quickly leave the place as well after her and make your way to your chambers, that's when you bump into someone, you wince and step back to find Floris.

She gives you a glare, “Focus on your surroundings when you move, whore.” she mutters and you fight the urge to slap her, she pushes past you and you stumble.

Not wanting to spoil your mood, you quickly go inside your chambers to find someone already in there, “Hello Lady! I've been ordered by Prince Aemond to take your measurements, I entered the room when I got no response, and was about to search for you.” the old lady smiled at you, and you smiled back.

“Sorry, I went out for a walk.” you apologize, “No need to apologize my lady.” she smiles and gestures you to stand in front of her.

She quickly takes your measurements and notes them down on a small parchment paper.

“All done! The dresses will be done in a week's time, do you have any color preferences my lady?” she asks you and you shake your head no.

“Very well, I shall take my leave now.” and she leaves and closes the door after her. You sit there, feeling excited at the thought of gowns that are tailored specifically for you.

Just then you hear a knock, you tell the person to come in and they do, “Greetings my Lady, I am Septa Mylla, I was told by prince aemond to have you taught etiquette.” she smiles kindly and you nod, “Oh yes please! I am, I am not used to it.” you smile at her back.

And soon, your lessons began.

Etiquette was much harder than you thought, you first started off by learning how to greet, what to say as a conversation staring to someone who belongs to the higher status, how to greet based on their titles.

Learning wasn't the issue, putting it into practice was, the septa had told you how important the basics are, and once you are done with them, you would soon be co-learning with helaena on sewing, and other duties that make a lady, you didn't understand why the princess needed classes even to this age, but understood that it might be because that is her only comfort zone.

The week long wait was over, your new dresses arrived and new jewelry, you noticed how most of them were emeralds and sapphires, and only a few being rubies, ‘projection’ is what you thought when you saw them.

The dresses were the same situation as the jewels, mostly green and blue and some black, you noticed how they all looked simple but also elegant at the same time, they were perfect.

You asked the help of the maids to get dressed in them, finally being able to stop wearing this loose off fitting dresses.

You sat down, corrected your posture, back straight, shoulders back, and head lifted, with small hands placed delicately in your lap, and looked at yourself in the mirror, you were shocked at how beautiful you looked, like a princess, a proper lady.

The maids braided each of the strands on the side of your side before pulling them back and joining them, a ribbon tied firmly to keep it all together, they had then given you the jewelry to choose from, and you did.

You gasped when you looked into the mirror again, it didn't look like you at all, you were shocked at your own appearance.

But then your back gave up and you slumped into your natural position.

Yeah, years of sitting hunched over a desk, preparing for exams, writing, doing your work, will not suddenly be fixed in a week's time, but you would try your best.

Suddenly you heard a loud roar from outside and you ran to your window to see two dragons making their way back, and you knew that aemond and aegon had returned, you hoped nothing bad happened to them.

You returned to your seat and waited, but then you heard hurried footsteps outside of your door, you opened it and saw few servants rushing here and there, all in panicked state.

“Whats wrong?” you asked, stopping a servant in front of you, brows furrowed as you felt a pit in your stomach.

“King Aegon has been injured.”

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DÉPAYSEMENT // vii.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: none for this chapter! but this is an 18+ fic! this chapter is a little short but things are changing heavily for sure, the next chapter is gonna be escalating things 🤭 + not proofread.

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Aegon was injured.

Panicked coursed through your veins like a wildfire as soon as the servant had informed you, you wanted to rush to Aemond, but you knew better, he must be extremely devastated and tired considering how he was gone for days.

So you waited.

Waited and waited for felt like years.

The sun which shone so brightly, setting down before basking the realm with the darkness that came with its departure, only for the moon to rise and illuminate a dim light.

You couldn't find peace, not with the panic, the anxiety, the dread of the situation, you felt isolated and alone, the only exception was when the maids had some to light the candles in your room when the sun had begun to set, but they left just as quickly, in a rush.

You sat down on the chaise, bouncing your leg to calm your nerves, a habit you had picked up in school, whenever you used to give any tests.

Just then, the door had opened and you shot up from your seat and you saw Aemond, who looked extremely tired, you rushed over to him, pulled him to sit on the chaise before you closed the door and then propped yourself in the chair opposite to him.

“Is Aegon okay?” you ask, the question which had been running through your mind along with many others and Aemond sighed, “He was burnt.” he replied, and you felt air leave the room.

“But they are not as severe.” he says which causes you to breathe again, “What is the condition?” you question and he looks at you.

“The injuries are not severe, from the way I remember you describing them, sunfyre did not lose his ability of flight, however Aegon will need time to recover, the maesters predicted at least two moons.” he fills you in on all the info, and you finally calm down, your leg still however continues to keep bouncing as you are lost in your thoughts of what this could mean, until you felt his warm hand on your thigh.

“It is alright, do not panic.” he says, rubbing your thigh up and down, causing you to halt the bouncing of your leg.

“What does this mean for the realm?”

“Grandsire suggested that i take rule as prince regent until Aegon recovers.” you can hear how nervous his voice sounds. “I had always wanted this, do you know? but not at the cost of my brother.” he closes his eye in thought.

“I am afraid.” he confesses and you get up from your seat and sit next to him, rubbing his back as he leans forward, clasping his hands together, resting them on his thighs in thought, before groaning and running his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling at the tresses.

You quickly grab his hands and pry them away when you notice him pulling on the strands a bit to harshly, “You'll do good Aemond, I know it.” you grab his face to make him turn to look at you.

Oh gods, how you love this man.

He observed your face, which held nothing but a reassuring expression, no sign of mockery in your voice or face, just pure trust that he will indeed do well.

He never imagined anything like this before.

He was a hot blooded man, as the dragons blood courses through his veins, he was known to be cruel, merciless, calculative, manipulative.

The layers and walls he built around himself, shaped himself to be known as the person, to prevent him from being hurt once again, to protect himself, to protect the inner child that once suffered so much.

You broke the walls so easily.

Aemond would rather die than show his vulnerability to anyone, he would rather die than admit he was scared, he would rather die than admit his mistakes.

But here he was, telling you how afraid he is.

He expected you to judge him, but you didn't, instead you offered him comfort.

He faced you and leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, grabbing your head to push deeper into the kiss, pouring his feelings into it, you could feel how desperate he was, he pulled away and just then noticed your appearance.

He smiled.

“Gevie. (beautiful.)” he said, making you blush and you whispered a small thanks, he brushed the strands of the hair that had fallen loose and tucked them into your ear, eyes holding nothing but pure love, he leaned in once again, brushing your lips with his, and you looked at him half lidded, leaning up so your lips can make contact again, but then your moment was broken by a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Aemond asks, annoyed, before the door opened, revealing the person, and your mood immediately turned sour, Floris Baratheon.

Aemond grit his teeth.

She raised an eye brow when she saw how close you both were sitting, before you stood up and Aemond felt cold air hitting from his side where you once sat, missing your presence.

“What is it?” his tone was stiff and controlled, void of any emotion.

“Nothing, betrothed, just wanted to see you. You have not come to see me since your return, I was expecting you to be with that whore, turns out I was right.” she says, the word whore dripping off her tongue venomously which you glared at her for.

Aemond stood up.

“You saw me, you can return.” he says.

“So you can bury your cock inside her cunt?” she asks, expecting Aemond to not say anything.

“Watch your tongue.” Aemond threatens her, which causes her to be momentarily shocked.

“It was never my intention to offend you, your grace, but- you should be spending time with me, your future wife.” she apologizes.

You didn't know why but you felt as if though someone stabbed you multiple times right in your heart, the reality hitting you once again.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Aemond asks, annoyed, Floris huffs before muttering a small 'no' before leaving the chambers, shutting the doors close with a loud slam, showing that she was frustrated.

Aemond rubs his temples, trying to relieve the tension there which was caused by Floris's existence before he turned to you and tried to hold you.

But you stepped back, putting distance between you both.

His heart shattered, and his eye widened.

He felt bad. You refused to meet his eye. He simply looked down before storming out of your chambers, you felt like crying.

Are you doomed to love a man who is never meant to be yours? Doomed to be just his lover.

It was becoming too much and you so badly wanted to give in, fuck your morals, floris was a bitch anyway.

But you didn't, it didn't matter.

So you sat quietly in your chambers, before the maids came and prepared you for sleep, bringing in the food for you to eat, you only ate a little, the events from today making your appetite to die out.

And then it was time to sleep.

Sleep did not come to you. No matter how you tried.

Your interaction with Aemond earlier, Floris calling you a whore. You wanted to scream. You wanted to leave. You were so done with everything.

No matter how much you tried, you seemed to always miss your life the way it was before, it was so simple. No complicated things, no war.

No love life. Ouch.

Yeah you were a virgin as embarrassing as it is to admit.

You had no interest for love in high school, too focused on your grades, and after that, you became busy since you chose the most difficult combination subjects of all. You didn't have time.

But it was still better than whatever this was.

You laughed at the thought earlier, on how you felt embarrassed that you were still a virgin, funny how it's quite the opposite here.

Your mind soured at the thought how purity culture is prelevant here, they were just idiots who lacked basic anatomical knowledge of women.

Your mind was lost in all these thoughts, you thought how much knowledge you must've lost considering you weren't actively recalling the subjects you've learnt, but how can you? they weren't a thing here.

Maybe you should really get to gravity before newton does.

And with those silly thoughts, you fell asleep.

It was the next day, you had finished your lessons and came out for a walk in the gardens, trying to find peace, admiring the infrastructure of the red keep, which always facinated you.

You were slightly in a better mood.

Well that didn't last when you spotted Floris Baratheon rushing her way towards you, you raised an eye brow when she stopped in front of you.

“It is all your fault.” she chewed on her lip in anger, glaring at you and you just looked at her confused. “Lady Floris Baratheon, it is time for you to depart, the carriage is awaiting you” you heard a guard come up from behind her and tell her and just then you but back a smile.

She was leaving.

She shoved you backwards in frustration before stomping off like a school girl, you watched her disappear from your sight before bursting out in laughter.

You felt mean for laughing, the way her angry face was, eyes filled with tears, her throwing a tantrum.

You wondered what happened.

And soon you found out.

After Aemond crowned himself as prince regent, he immediately called off the betrothal to Floris and proposed his younger brother, Daeron's, hand in marriage to the youngest Baratheon daughter.

Not only that but he humbled her.

Like really really bad.

“What is the meaning of this my prince?!” Floris stormed in, when the cancellation was announced, bursting into his chambers, inappropriate of a lady.

“My lady, what you have done right now is unladylike of you, extremely rude, unsuitable behaviour for a lady of refinement and utmost treasonous, raising your voice at a prince above your status.” he quirked his eyebrow in annoyance, using the same words she had once used to describe you.

He was never going to let them go.

“Apologies your grace, but what is the meaning of this? I thought we had a bond.” she says and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Bond?” he asks and she nods, “The love we shared, I felt it for sure.” she says and he chuckles meanly before shaking his head.

“What we had is not love, it will never be. It was me merely tolerating your presence in the name of duty, you are a fool to think such.” he says, he knew he was being mean, but he had to be honest with her, he had nothing to lose anyway at the moment.

He didn't feel bad when tears fell from her eyes, before she stormed off in rage, instead he felt relieved, it meant he could finally be with you.

You will be his.

He will have you no matter what.

You didn't know whether to feel bad for Floris or be happy for yourself.

But it has been a week since then, Aemond got even more busy dealing with the realm's matters, the greens have been steadily developing more and more allies who support Aegon's claim, what you were worried for was Aemond's march to harrenhal, to reclaim it from the Blacks, but you were scared. It meant that King's Landing was soon going to be attacked, due to the lack of manpower.

And in that fit of rage, he kills off the entire strong house, everyone besides one, Alys rivers, a strong bastard who came to be known as his lover and speculated to be his wife.

You were lost in thought, wondering how you can prevent it, Daemon was a big threat, he was a rouge, hot blooded and not as calculative as many believed him to be, however his swordsmanship is something that cannot be matched.

The night was beginning to fall again, the sun setting.

The same old routine, the maids coming into the room to light the candles.

You were getting dressed for bed but then you heard a knock, you expected it to be Aemond but to your surprise, it was not him, but rather Ser Criston Cole.

“Prince Aemond has requested your presence in his chambers.”

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DÉPAYSEMENT // drabble.

Mini drabble of how the reader's life was before she ended up back in the past! chapter seven will be out on Saturday!

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You looked at the clock and it read 3AM, you yawn before closing your laptop, turning off the your phone and closing all the books and notes, before arraging them properly and going to lay on your bed, sleeping hitting you immediately since the day was extremely exhausting.

They gave you a lot of work, understanding the concepts in physics took a lot of work and imagination, it isn't simple at all, and with it accompanied the many numericals you spent past 2 hours solving, practicing and revising.

When a normal person is asked to describe what motion is, they would reply with "oh when something is moving" which isn't wrong but in physics you had to be exactly precise.

"The change of position of an object with respect to time"

Yeah you had no idea why you took up this subject.

You woke up at 6AM, it was a weekend, you had nothing planned so you decided to sleep some more and woke up later at 11AM and got of your bed, making yourself a quick breakfast before going to shower.

You sat down at your desk again, with many post-it notes attached to the wall, and you looked at your notes from the night and chuckled at how messy they looked, before revising them, re doing all the sums you got wrong, you were done with physics and moved on to chemistry and biology.

You had no idea why you decided to take subjects that absolutely had no relation combined together, unless it was a pair. But here you were suffering the consequences.

The entire day was spent studying at your desk, getting up to do other chores inbetween, eating lunch, dinner before you decided you didn't want to pull all nighter again so you slept early.

You planned to go to a museum tomorrow, since it was nearby and you wanted to take your mind off of studying so much, you know it was getting to you when you started dreaming about those physics formulas.

You woke up and it was a Sunday, you quickly got ready and drove to the musuem nearby, it was a 15 minute drive, you parked your car in the underground parking slots before going up, it was big museum, that held everything, the prominent historical pieces of Westeros. It came no surprise to you that it was owened by Targaryens, most of the history was their legacy after all.

You walked inside and took in all the pieces, the statues which were crafted, all the paintings, the jewelry, the weapons, the armor of the time, and you were extremely fascinated with each and everything.

Then you came across the iconic green dress which alicent hightower wore when she silently delcared war, and next to it was rhaenyra's black gown and dragon riding gear. You imagined how funny it is, to have something you wore be put in a museum hundered of years later, your eyes drifted to the next piece to them, the many wine collection cups of Aegon II Targaryen, and the Conqerors crown and the outfit he was coronated in it.

You remember learning about them in highschool, such a tragedy the dance of dragons was which set off the extinction of dragons, who didn't fully go extinct, but rather evolved into smaller beings.

And then your breath hitched in your throat when you spotted a sapphire, placed in the middle of a red cushion, with glass protecting it and you looked at it with awe, you smiled and thought how beautiful it was and then your eye drifted to the painting of the person who owned the sapphire.

Aemond Targaryen, The One-eyed prince, The Kinslayer.

You were caught in a daze like state as you stared at the painting of his, his eye boring in your soul, as if he was able to see you too, the detail of his iris and the sapphire in the art, his accentuated jawline, everything.

You didn't even noticed it but you felt a tear slip down your cheek for an odd reason, which you quickly wiped away, you had gotten something in your eye, a dust speck.

You looked at the clothing which was displayed, it was his riding gear, all black and leather.

And then your eyes trailed off to the painting next to him, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at it.

The depiction of the battle above God's eye.

"So beautiful." You admired the art and the details, how Daemon Targaryen seemed to be jumping from his mount, Aiming his black sister sword at Aemond Targaryen before inevitably shoving it into his goodeye before they both fell into the water.

You didn't know how you felt about it.

The art was beautiful, yes, but for an odd reason, you felt as if you were watching someone you loved dearly die in front of you.

You quickly shrugged off the feeling before moving on and looking at other pieces.

You couldn't avoid the feeling of doom gnawing at your stomach, when you looked at his painting again, your chest tightening before your eyes landed on the sapphire. Eyes darting back and forth as you tried to control your breathing.

It was off-putting.

And so you decided to leave the museum, unable to avoid the feeling of anxiety you felt, as you drove back home. You probably that it was because you had a test tomorrow, and you convinced yourself that was exactly the reason.

When you got home, a small ping alerted you.

A notification.

A text from your classmate.

C1: “They are conducting a time travel experiment next weekend, anyone interested in joining?”

C2: “meh, not really, it has failed so many times before, literally a waste of time.”

You felt delighted at the thought, you knew time travel was impossible but you know you would learn a lot of things if you part took in the experiment, you'd be able to understand the concept of time, if it is ever possible to bend it, you remember Einstein saying that time travel was indeed possible, but only in one direction, which is moving forward, his famous formula confirms it, but going behind? backward? would it even be possible? Of course not! The idea was so silly to you.

You didn't want to pass up an opportunity of learning so with shaky hands, you typed in the message.

“I'm in.”

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