#helaena targaryen fic
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Fall In Love With A Girl
❝she'll make you feel like the world is on your shoulder.❞
Summary: What can go wrong, will go wrong. That is until you meet the most beautiful woman you've ever seen and her brother's puppy.
Pairing: Modern Helaena Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: ~3.3k
Author’s Note: This is a re-write of an old fic of mine. I'm in my re-writing era and this is Megan's Version. I felt like this would be the perfect time to remind everyone that I love women.
Warnings: language, fluff, women loving women (if you are against this unfollow me?)
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always; you’ll never get used to those abuse cases or having to hold someone’s hand as they say goodbye to their beloved pet. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because both dogs and cats shed a lot! Especially Bella the Saint Bernard who was due for her yearly check up today. Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because it’s more likely than not that you’ll end up getting peed on by someone’s over-excited pup.
Even though you knew these rules by heart and you followed them every single day of your work life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell, Hankie, peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara. So, when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing hoping to find some cat food.
Today just wasn’t your day.
It was fifteen minutes until closing time, and you could feel the excitement and exhaustion in your bones. You were desperate for rest, to go home and take a shower, crawl in bed and watch terribly written romantic comedies on Netflix until you passed out. If only you could snap your fingers and make those last few minutes fly by, but that was impossible and unfortunately manipulating time wasn’t a superpower you had acquired yet, so instead you swept and mopped the floors for the sixth time that day.
And that was when you heard it.
The tiny bell over the door chimed, signaling that a customer had just walked in and you could hear the pitter-patter of doggie feet on the linoleum floors. As far as you knew, there weren’t any more customers scheduled for the day; the last appointment was over thirty minutes ago and they were a no-show. From your spot in the back hallway, you could hear your coworker, talking to the patient and before you knew it, she was charging through the back door. You took one look at her, knowing what her question would be before she even opened her mouth. That shit-eating-grin was always plastered on her face when she wanted something.
“No,” you said as you swept the dirt into the dustpan.
“Come on, bestie,” she whined. “I really need to get out of here on time tonight! It’s just a simple check-up and she seems really nice! Please will you take them?”
Not wanting to argue or cause an issue, you sighed, exhaling every ounce of oxygen in your lungs before finally giving in. She was practically beaming with excitement as your shoulders slumped, eyes rolling back as you sat the broom down.
“Oh, my God! Thank you so much! I owe you, big time,” she went to hug you but you stepped to the side, avoiding her embrace at all costs.
You simply nod at your coworker as you try to dust some of the cat hairs from your scrubs. It was no use, and you knew that, but still, you at least tried to look more professional. After the day you’ve had, you should have known that clocking out on time was just too good to be true, but you still put a smile on your face as you walked up to the front desk. One day you’d cash in on all of the times she owed you for, but today wasn’t that day. Everything that could have gone wrong today had already gone wrong, and at this point you were only giving in to her for the plot. What else could possibly happen?
When you got to the front desk, you looked over the counter to see the customer on one knee as she played with the tiny puppy; rubbing its belly and tickling its sides.
“How can I help you?” You asked with that fake customer service voice.
The young woman turned around and looked up at you, flashing one of the most brilliant smiles you had ever seen, and you could have sworn that a chorus of angels were singing in the background– or maybe it was just the classical music on the radio that your boss liked to play, who knows? She was absolutely stunning though, with her pale blonde hair and striking lavender eyes.
“Hey, uh- I had an appointment for this little guy,” she replied with a soft smile as she moved to stand.
“Okay,” you nodded, trying to remember to breathe. You could smell her perfume as she took a step up to the counter. “What’s this little guy’s name?”
“His name is Sunfyre.”
“Oh,” you realized that this was that no-show appointment that should have been here thirty minutes ago. It was then that you looked right past her good looks and lilac scented perfume and let the irritation settle back in. “You’re Mr. Targaryen? You had an appointment with us at 5:00.”
The woman rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and gave you a sheepish smile.
“Not Mr. Targaryen, that’s my brother. I’m Helaena,” then she lets out a sigh. “He’s out of town and forgot to mention that I needed to be here until ten minutes before I was supposed to be here and then there was traffic, and I’m really sorry that I’m late. I hope I can still get him in, I mean, if that’s okay. If it’s too late then I’ll just make another appointment, I guess”
Your eyes widened as she rambled on and then you smiled at her. If it were anyone else, you probably would have told them to make another appointment and kick rocks. But this girl was just so gorgeous and her smile was just so beautiful, and your hopes of getting home on time were already sacked, so you led her back to the exam room and told her that it was no problem.
“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long,” she mentioned as she picked Sunfyre up and sat him on the table.
Wait, was she actually rushing you?
“I’ve got this stupid thing I’m supposed to go to tonight,” she continued as you checked the puppy’s weight.
She really was rushing you.
“It’s a blind date that Aegon, uh-”
Before she could say ‘Mr. Targaryen’, you nodded your head to let her know that you understood who she was talking about.
“Yeah,” Helaena kept on, not really caring that you weren’t really listening. “He set it up and I’m just nervous. I’ve never really been on a date- well, I’ve been on dates, but never a blind one. With the way this day has been going, he’ll probably end up being an alien with six eyes.”
“I know how you feel,” you mumbled under your breath.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“Oh, I just agreed with you,” you replied, not really wanting to go into details about your day with a girl who was about to go on a blind date and probably fall in love with someone that wasn’t the vet tech with a piss stain on her leg. Besides, her blind date was with a man which meant your chances were pretty much shot. “About the way this day has been going.”
“You’ve had a bad day, too?”
“I’m going to let Dr. Strong know you’re ready and we’ll try to get you out of here as soon as possible,” you say, ignoring her question.
“Oh, okay. Thanks,” she replied as you shuffled out of the exam room.
Your boss looked up at you from his desk and raised his eyebrows underneath his glasses. You said nothing and only dropped the puppy’s chart on his desk with a thud, before turning back around and heading into the back hallway. You could hear that Helaena girl sweet talking the pup from behind the door and your expression softened for a moment. But that was only until you glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past closing time, and you should’ve been walking through your front door right now; maneuvering out of your bra and kicking off your non-slip, worn out tennis shoes. Your frown came right back as you looked over the front desk, making sure everything was in order before your boss eventually called you in for an extra hand.
You sighed as you saw that your coworker had bailed on stamping the outgoing bill statements, a job which was tedious and tiring, and usually ended in cramped hands and sticky fingertips. With a soft groan, you sat down, flexing your toes in your shoes and tried to quickly stamp as many envelopes as you could.
“Hey, kiddo,” Dr. Strong called from somewhere within the office. “Can you lend me a hand for a moment?”
You stood up and tossed the envelopes in the mailing bin before heading towards the back hallway.
“What’s up, doc?” You asked with a forced grin as you tried to lighten the mood. Your boss, Harwin, had been under constant stress ever since his partner veterinarian, Dr. Tully, quit the practice to focus on his family.
“Can you draw me up 1cc of Nobivac?” He asked as he scribbled something down in the chart in front of him. “And I’m going to need you in the room when I administer it, there’s a note in the little guy’s chart that says he’s not very good with shots.”
“Yes, sir,” you replied as you pulled the keys to the medical cabinet out of the front pocket of your scrubs.
Helaena smiled at you when you entered the exam room once again. The puppy in her hands jumped in your direction, tail wagging from side to side as he whined for attention. “I think he likes you,” the girl commented as she tried to hold the puppy back.
“That’s nice,” you replied with a soft smile, not really wanting to make small talk with Ms. I-Have-A-Blind-Date-Can-You-Hurry-Up. “But he’s probably not going to like me very much after getting poked.”
“Probably not,” Helaena laughed. You couldn’t help but feel a little light-headed at the sight of her smile, despite your tough facade. The sound of her laugh was just as attractive, if not more so. “But who knows, maybe he’ll forgive you.”
Dr. Strong stepped into the room, cutting your conversation short to begin his own spiel; informing Sunfyre’s short term owner of the possible side effects of the rabies vaccine, and also why it is important to have one. Information that, hopefully, Helaena would pass on to the absent Mr. Targaryen.
While your boss prepped the puppy for his first rabies shot, your job was to try and distract the little guy as much as possible and to keep him comfortable, of course. Helaena stood off to the side, letting the two of you work your magic, and within seconds- without even so much as a yelp- the procedure was finished and Sunfyre’s tail was still wagging.
“All done,” you cooed, placing a kiss on the puppy’s wet nose.
“Looks like he still likes you,” Helaena said as she hooked Sunfyre’s leash back to his collar. “I had a feeling he would.”
You went to say something, but Dr. Strong got there first, sticking his hand out to Helaena for a handshake and saying, “It was nice to meet you. Please tell Mr. Targaryan that we look forward to seeing him at the next visit, which you can coordinate at the front desk.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”
“You can follow me, this way,” you told her, ushering her and Sunfyre out of the exam room and into the lobby. “That’ll be $115,” you told her after tallying up the total sum of the visit.
She let out a low whistle and pulled her wallet from her back pocket, “is there any way to leave a tip for your excellent customer service?”
You let out a dry laugh, and bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something that would get you in trouble. “While I appreciate the offer, you should probably save it for your date tonight.”
“Date?” She asked as she signed the credit card receipt. “Shit, right, my date!” She exclaimed, thrusting the tiny piece of paper your way. “I gotta go!”
You made a face and hurriedly handed her a copy of the bill and a rabies tag for Sunfyre.
“Good luck,” you told her as she rushed out the front door. “And you're welcome,” you said with a frown after she didn’t even say ‘thank you’.
Happy that your day was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel like you had just been kicked in the gut. As you finished stamping the monthly statements, your mind was stuck on what Helaena and her blind date– who may or may not be an alien with six eyes– were doing right now. Was he smart? Was he making her laugh? Did he appreciate how absolutely breathtaking her smile was? Did she see him and immediately know that he was the one she had been searching for? Did time stop?
“Hey,” you heard Dr. Strong’s voice from behind you and realized that you had been standing in the same spot for minutes now, holding a stack of envelopes that you had meant to drop into the bin. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied as you came back to reality.
“Don’t forget you’re fostering Nugget tonight to make sure that he doesn’t pull out his stitches,” he told you before disappearing back into the hallway.
“Ah, yes, Nugget,” you replied, mostly to yourself, as you were sure your boss was out of earshot. “The overweight Chihuahua who looks like he ate one, too many nuggets. I couldn’t be more excited.”
After you locked up and had Nugget on a leash, you said your goodbyes to your boss; happy as ever that- even though it was well after dark- you were finally going home. You picked the chunky Chihuahua up, making sure not to touch his freshly removed manhood and placed him in the backseat, where he quickly made a home. Before you even pulled your seatbelt on, you pulled your hair out of its ponytail and ran your fingers over your tender scalp. It was the first step to comfort after what you were sure was the worst days you might have ever had. You’d take your shoes off if you could,, but you were sure there was some crazy law about driving barefoot, so you left them on.
Nugget stayed quiet for most of the way, until he unexpectedly started to whine. Thinking that he might need to go potty, you pulled over into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. He hopped out of your backseat gingerly, and led you over to the grassy area where he proceeded to squat and relieve himself.
“Fancy meeting you here,” you heard from across the parking lot and turned to see none other than Mrs. Blind Date herself, Helaena. Just when you thought this day was starting to get better, she began walking toward you with Sunfyre in tow.
“Oh, hi,” you replied, cautiously looking around for the hot shot that would inevitably be introduced as her date. You didn’t want to ask, but curiosity got the best of you and, “how was your date?”
“Well, I was supposed to meet him here and he never showed,” she replied, looking a bit dejected. “I’m honestly not surprised at all. I mean, if you knew my brother, you probably wouldn’t be surprised either. Besides, what else should one expect from a man?” You laughed at that. “I was just about to leave, but then I saw you, and figured I’d say hello.”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling again at her rambling, unable to help yourself when you heard that there was no date, and that this extremely attractive stranger was somehow still single. “Well, hello.”
Helaena smiled brightly before taking notice of Nugget, who was shaking at the thought of being petted by someone new, and dropped down to a knee so that she could reach him. “Who’s this little chunker?”
“This is Nugget,” you replied. “I’m fostering him for the night.”
“Fitting name,” she laughed, standing back to her regular height. “So, can I buy you an ice cream? I don’t think I said thanks before I ran out of your office earlier and I’d like to make it up to you.”
“Sure,” you replied quickly before you gave yourself a chance to say no. “I mean, yeah, that would be nice.”
Helaena smiled as you fell in step with each other, making your way to the front of the booth. Sunfyre and Nugget were playing with each other; romping around and playing together; putting you and Helaena into a few awkward positions as you had to unwrap their leashes from around each other’s legs. You learned that she was an artist, mostly oil paintings and photography, who lived on the quiet side of the city with Aegon, her brother. And you told her all about your bad day, and what it was like working in a veterinary office, and some of your funny stories from college.
Before you could even eat three bites of your ice cream, Nugget had coerced you into giving him most of it; which probably wasn’t what his actual owners intended for him to eat after his surgery. Helaena didn’t mind that the ice cream she had bought for you went to satisfying a fat Chihuahua’s sweet tooth, especially not when most of her own ice cream was being lapped up by little Sunfyre.
“Well, I should get home,” you told her after seeing the neon ‘open’ sign of the parlor shut off. “It’s getting late.”
She nodded, standing up from the bench that you had been sitting on, “It was really nice running into you.”
“I agree,” you replied with a smile.
“If you’d like to, maybe I can take you to dinner next?” She asked as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. You blinked a few times, wondering if you had heard her correctly or if it was your mind playing tricks on you. “You don’t have to.”
“I’d like to go to dinner with you,” you told her quickly and honestly.
“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean, that’s cool.”
“Should we?” You asked, taking out your phone to swap numbers and she laughed.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
You repeated the numbers twice to make sure she typed in the right ones, and after an awkward hug that seemed like it was almost a kiss on the cheek, you and Nugget happily walked back to your car. As soon as the driver’s side door was shut, you let out a joyous squeal and did a small dance in your seat. Your phone vibrated from the cup holder as you shifted into gear. You picked it up quickly and swiped at the screen until an unsaved number popped up on your screen. Your heart soared at the message that could only have been from one person.
212-555-6789
That was the best blind date ever! ;)
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Title: Moonshadow
Ship: Jacaerys x Helaena
WC: 859
Rating: Gen
Summary: Jace and Helaena tell stories beneath the light of the moon.
Written for the @hotd-bigbang prompt: Moon
Notes: Many many thanks to @acrossthesestars for her beta powers and helping me find the jace and helaena pictures and to @selfproclaimedunicorn reassuring me it wasn't terrible to begin with.
this story isn't specifically related to any of my other projects, but you are welcome to consider it part of Maiden canon, or for last year's entry, The Lighting of the Blaze
The pair of them sat atop Visenya’s tower - the tallest in the Holdfast. Jace’s heart jumped into his throat when Helaena had clambered upon the red ledge, the wind catching at her silver hair, her laughter dancing on the breeze.
“You’ll fall,” he told her, but followed, as he always did, to perch beside her. The height was dizzying in a way that flying did not quite catch. He thought it was, perhaps, because there was no safety of his dragon beneath him. Just stone, warm from the day’s sun and his own practiced balance to be safe.
He tangled his fingers through Helaena’s, not for a moment thinking that he’d be able to pull her back should she fall. No, instead he would fall with her. She had woken up, frantic and tearful, and found her way to his rooms a night not so long ago, gasping as she crawled into bed with him.
“I fell I fell I lost my wings I lost them they were taken I fell I fell.”
Helaena had babbled those words over and over until his neck and nightshirt were soaked with her tears and he had to keep her sobs muffled lest one of the guards hear and discover them.
Her fingers were delicate, deceptively fragile when he knew how strong her grip was; how those very fingers could turn to claws just as they could stroke gently down the line of his spine.
“The Red Priest in the market told a story,” she whispered now, months later, far less frightened than before. The night was bright; the moon hung heavy and round in the sky, the blanket of twinkling stars so beautiful and wondrous, streaked with distant clouds that caught the light.He felt so small beneath the expanse. “He said that Azor Ahai thrust his sword into the breast of his wife, Nissa Nissa, and her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the moon.”
“I don’t see a crack,” Jace mused, his gaze searching across the bright shine of it. Dark blotches, certainly, but no tell-tale crack of an egg. “That’s a cruel way to treat the woman he loved the most in the world.”
“Are you saying you would not use my soul and blood to forge a great blade that would save the world?” Helaena laughed, her breath warm against his ear as the stone was warm beneath him. Jace squeezed her hand and her fingers tightened around his, reassuring. “There’s another story. There were two moons, my maid told me. One wandered too close to the sun and cracked open, birthing the dragons.”
“One of my grandfather’s crewmen told me a tale from Volantis.” It was Jace’s turn now. “That a shepherd approached the only dragon, to tame it by feeding him sheep. They would meet beneath the light of the moon.”
“In the night?” Helaena asked, a curious furrow to her brow that he brushed a kiss against to smooth. “But why is the shepherd visiting a dragon at night?”
“Because she was watching the flock to protect them from wolves,” he told her, tracking along the pictures in the sky, seeking out the fish, the lion, the hunter. “A dragon, she thought, would surely be the finest protector of her flock, for what wolf or thief would dare rouse the anger of the dragon.” She hummed softly but did not interrupt, her fingers playing with his. “Each night she came, feeding him one of the sheep to sate his hunger, so he might trust her, and eventually the shepherd lay with the dragon. The moons turned and the shepherd gave birth to more dragons.”
Helaena’s teeth scraped against her lower lip. “So the shepherd lay with the dragon and the dragon… fit?”
He snorted. “She was a very special woman.”
She shivered, giggling. “So the shepherd lay with the dragon. There were no other dragons?”
“I guess not. That’s what the story says: it was the only dragon. And that’s how the other dragons came to be, I suppose.”
“They do say that Old Valyria was founded by sheep herders,” Helaena mused. He felt her carefully shift to rest her chin upon his shoulder, and Jace turned his head slightly to brush his nose against hers. She smelled of citrus, of lemon balm and mint. “Kivio biantys,” she murmured.
His cheeks turned red, his heart stuttering at the whisper. Promised shepherd, caretaker of the soul. Soulmates, as the Westerosi called it. His mouth went dry, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
“Did you dream this?” he asked, the Valyrian he’d learned from the cradle rolling off his tongue, the accent of his mother, of Laenor, of his grandmother coating the words. It was warm, different from the elegant polish of Helaena’s maester taught tongue. Sometimes he felt they should exchange how they sounded, to match their insides.
“Daor.” She blinked, soft and slow, matching lavender gaze reflecting the shine of stars, the pierce of moonglow that caught on her hair and Jace thought she was otherworldly with it - the woman of the tale he’d spun for her. “I just know it.”
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Beloved of my Dreams
pairing: Fanon!Helaena Targaryen x Male OC
summary: Helaena feels insecure and who better than her uncle/husband to comfort her
Word count: 1,9K
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Insecurity, Sad Helaena, Childbirth
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Rhaegal flipped yet another page basking in the silence that filled the room, it was just after supper and as usual he was in his solar reading through a book. He usually suppered with his wife but she decided to eat with her mother so he suppered alone, he did not mind at all of course.
He looked up when the door to his solar was pushed open. A grin grew on his face at the sight of a very pregnant Helaena step in. He abandoned his book on a table nearby before making his way over to her.
"I almost grew with worry, my love" Rhaegal leaned down to place a kiss on Helaena's forehead. She gave him a weak smile unlike her usual bright smile.
"Are you alright Helaena? Is the baby giving you a hard time?" He questioned fingers unconsciously sliding down to her belly feeling his child kick against his hand. Helaena debated telling him but chose to keep her worries to herself and smiled lightly.
"I am alright and so is he, I just feel tired" She answered. She pulled away from him and made her way to the bed. Rhaegal grew even more worried like this, she always tells him what happened with her and what her mother and her spoke of.
"Hel, you know you can always speak with me, right?" Rhaegal followed after her. She did not look at him and kept herself busy with the laces of her dress huffing annoyed when her fingers would slip. Rhaegal walked over and pushed her hands away to undo the laces himself.
Her hands now moved to her belly with a frown. She massaged the sore skin praying silently for her son to be born safely. She had seen it in a dream, a healthy son was going to be born and she could not wait for her to hold him in her arms but right now she just wanted him to stop his kicking.
"Hel?" Rhaegal leaned his forehead down to rest his chin on her shoulder. She closed her eyes leaning against him, she could not help it, she loved him. He has always been very nice to her and showered her with gifts meaningful to her, no jewellery unless it looked like an insect or books all about small creatures she liked and did not know from all around the realms. Once he traveled the Dorne on business and returned with a whole carriage filled with insects she has never seen before except in the book he gave her when he returned from his travels.
She was so happy she dared kissing him even though they were still not married back then. Now as a married couple she felt much more comfortable with him and she was thankful because if she were to marry Aegon she doubted she would have been able to trust his as she did her nuncle.
She gasped a little when Rhaegal's arms circled her belly and he lifted a little taking some of the weight off her feet. She whined relived leaning even more into him. She felt light on her feet again and even if it were for a couple of minutes she was thankful.
"Share your burdens with me" Rhaegal whispered in her ear. Helaena shook her head not wanting to remember the conversation she had with her mother earlier. She wanted the peace to last.
"I just want you to hold me" Rhaegal did not hesitate to move her to the bed and joining her still in his day clothes. Helaena felt tears rise in her eyes as she cuddled into his chest.
"Shh my sweet Helaena" He shushed running his fingers through her platinum locks. She wanted to stay in the safety of his embrace forever.
"Do you find me weird?" She questioned. She was unable to look up at him and see his reaction. Rhaegal was not expecting this question his mind took more towards insecurities over her appearance like Daemon once mentioned about Rhaenyra, when pregnant they can become insecure about their weight and such but he did not think she would question him about her personality.
"Come again, Love?" He pulled away a little to look down at her face but she refused to meet his eyes still. A tear rolled down her rosy cheek but he wiped it hating the sight of his beautiful wife in distress.
"Mother told me that I am too weird and if I keep being so you will leave me" She whimpered. Rhaegal sat up not letting go of Helaena for a second. How dare Alicent say such a thing to an angel like Halaena? He wanted to throw the queen from the highest tower in the Keep or drive his sword straight into her heart just like it felt to his own at the words leaving Helaena's lips.
"I do not think you weird" Rhaegal denied. She looked up at him with her lower lip quivering still.
"Do not lie to me" She urged. Rhaegal leaned down to kiss her lips sweetly.
"Do you think I would have asked for you hand if I thought you weird? I knew your father betrothed you to Aegon and still went to him and I was ready to beg him for you if he were to refuse. Do you think I would have done so if I thought you were to be weird?" He pushed her hair back so he could see her full face. She sobbed a little and hugged him tightly burying her face into his chest. Rhaegal felt his break at the sound of her sobs.
"No but still I am weird, I see weird dreams and visions. I say weird things and I like insects" she cried. Rhaegal tightened his hols around her frame wanting noting but to take all that sorrow away from her and throw at Alicent and see how she would react if he called her power hungry and revealed that he knew she was planning to put Aegon on the throne instead of Rhaenyra after Viserys passes.
"You are not weird" Rhaegal pulled away from her. He placed his palms on her cheeks looking her straight in the eyes.
"You are special. You see the future, a dreamer and I am lucky to have you as my wife. If you were not so you would not have known we are going to have a son" He spoke as if he was trying to drill those thoughts into her mind. She smiled a little at the mention of their child.
"So wipe those tears and forget all your mother has said to you, she does not matter nor do her words" Rhaegal kissed her on the lips missing the sweet taste of her lips. She hugged him tightly when they pulled away from each other. He helped her off the bed so she can wash her face.
"You are the beloved of my dreams Helaena and it physically pains me to see you so sad" Rhaegal surprised even himself with his words. He was not much of a silver tongue, yes he knew how to say sweet words and to comfort women but he was not much of a romantic.
"Really?" She felt guilty now. She caused him pain. She hugged him around the waist and rested her head on his beating heart with difficulty.
"I apologise, Kepus" Her words muffled by his shirt. He kissed the crown of her head.
"Nothing for you to apologise about, dear niece, it is your mother who should beg for your forgiveness" Helaena was shocked a little. She eyed Silverlight on the sofa a couple of feet away, she knew he would not hesitate to use it for her, yes she was insecure about her weirdness but she knew he would defend her with violence if it came to it, he has done so before. He once cut a guard when he called her crazy and almost killed him if it were not for Criston Cole and some other guards who had pulled him away from the poor bloody guard.
"She means well" Helaena dismissed his words. Rhaegal rolled his eyes at her words, the Hightowers never mean good.
"Aaa" She winced when she felt a sharp pain in her belly come so sudden and go so sudden.
"Are you okay?" Rhaegal panicked moving a step away from her thinking he held her too close and caused her pain.
"Nothing, just a cramp" She shook his worry off. She rubbed her belly to sooth the pain away. She was due any day and the master told her not to worry unless they were too frequent and close to one another.
"How about we return to bed and sleep those nonsense thoughts away, hmm?" Rhaegal wrapped an arm around her waist to help her walk now even more worried even though she assured him she was fine.
"Will you read to me?" She pointed at the bedside table. Rhaegal knew the book sitting there, it was his present for her on their wedding day among many others, he remembered every single one, he hand picked every present he ever got her.
"Of course, My dreamer" He guided her back to their bed still very worried. She looked pained and uncomfortable but he did not want to pester her.
"What is going on?" Alicent Hightower questioned making her way over to her daughter's chambers. She wrapped her robe tightly around herself to hide her sleeping gown. She was woken up by one of the maids telling her that the maester was brought to Helaena's room.
"Her highness seems to have started her labours" Helaena's handmaiden answered. Alicent looked around noticing the lack of Rhaegal by the door where most men would wait for news.
"Where is her husband? He should be here by her side waiting for their child" Alicent hissed glaring at the guards standing by the doors. She could hear Helaena's pained groan from the inside of the room but awaited an answer first.
"He is by her side, in there" The handmaiden pointed to the room. Alicent was shocked to hear that. Men were not supposed to be in the birthing room, that was not their place.
"Oh gods" She rolled her eyes and made her way towards the door but was stopped by the guards.
"His grace does not want in the room" One of the guards said stoically.
"Get out of my way! That is my daughter in there" Alicent tried again but still the guards did not budge or move away from the doors.
"I am you Queen! get out of my way!" Alicent yelled trying to push the guards out of the way but to no avail neither moved. The doors opened and Rhaegal stepped out with a scowl on his face.
"Keep it down! You are stressing my wife, my Queen" Rhaegal closed the door before Alicent could peak into the room and see anything inside.
"I should be by my daughter's side! This is her first child" Alicent screeched. Rhaegal rolled his eyes at and leaned down so their faces were on the same level.
"You act like a mother should and I will let you in next time" He smirked at her bewildered expression before stepping back into the room. She was not let into the room only after Vaemond Targaryen was born and cleaned along with his mother, by then the sun had risen and Viserys came as well to meet his nephew/grandson.
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50 Helaemond Kisses
day 14 - casually
Helaena and Aemond spend time with the children.
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"Jaehaera, kostagon vestrā Vhagar?"
Helaena smiles as she watches Aemond hold her daughter in his lap, asking her if she can say the name of his dragon. The little princess looks up at her uncle and touches the scarred skin around his sapphire. Gently, he takes her hand and guides it away, and gives her an encouraging nod.
"My love, what is the name of your dragon?" she asks softly. She crouches in front of them and her daughter gives her a special smile. It spreads so wide that bright peals of laughter follow.
"Morghul!"
"Kony drēje issa," Aemond praises quietly. That's right!
"My dragon is called Shrykos!" Jaehaerys calls from where he's playing on the plush rug, a stone dragon in his hand. He makes it soar through the air, making whooshing noises and roars.
"Ah, ah," Aemond chides. "Isse Valyrīha." In Valyrian.
The boy huffs. He ignores Aemond's command for a moment, focusing instead on his toy which flies around his head.
"Jaehaerys," Aemond says. In his lap, Jaehaera watches his sapphire eye closely. Helaena knows she likes the way light reflects off it, makes it sparkle.
Her son gets up with an irritated sigh, and drags his feet as he walks over to Aemond. He pouts slightly, but when Aemond straights up in the chair, the child mimics him. Helaena bites back a smile.
"Ñuha zaldrīzes issa brōstan Shrykos."
Aemond shakes his head. "That is the literal translation. Remember your grammar."
Jaehaerys sighs dramatically, and rests his hand on his uncle's leg. "It's too hard."
"You know all the words. Put them in the right order."
The boy looks over at his mother, and Helaena gives him a smile, nodding. "You know this. Show Uncle Aemond how hard you have been practising."
"I'm better than her," he says suddenly. He looks at his twin sister in Aemond's lap accusingly. "She doesn't even try!"
Instinctively, Aemond holds her a little closer, and Helaena sees him struggle to keep his face neutral. "Your sister tries as best she can."
"Mittys iksā!" the boy answers in frustration. You're a fool! He tries to push her, but Aemond shields her. Sharing a look with Helaena, he passes the child to her and bends on one knee in front of his nephew. To keep him in place, he firmly grasps his upper arms and forces him to look at him.
The children have never been frightened of him, not even with his missing eye. But they know to listen when he speaks. And so little Jaehaerys' attention does not waver now.
"Your sister is no fool," Aemond says quietly. It is loud enough for Helaena and her daughter to hear, though. It is important Jaehaera hears this. "She is a rare gift, one that you shall treasure in the years to come."
Confusion passes over the boy's face. "But she doesn't even talk!"
"She does," Aemond replies patiently. "When there is something important to say."
"Kepa, yn-!" But Father-!
"No," Aemond interrupts fiercely. The boy shrinks slightly. "Kepus." Uncle.
Jaehaerys, who looks so much like Aegon, purses his lips and furrows his brow, before sighing and nodding. "Kepus."
"Good. Do you trust me, young prince?"
In Helaena's arms, Jaehaera smiles at Aemond, and leans her head against her mother's shoulder.
He nods, his head tilted down slightly. "Yes."
"Then you must trust me with what I am about to say." Aemond glances at Helaena, before turning his attention back to the boy. "We are the blood of Old Valyria. You, and I, your mother and your sister, and your brother. Our family survived the Doom. And it is not just in dragons that we find our power - it is in dreams, too. Remember the story of Daenys?"
"She saw it in a dream, and she saved our family."
Aemond smiles slightly. "Good. There is power in prophecy, and it is given to those who heed it. Your sister is much like your mother. She will be a dreamer, too - and you must listen when she speaks."
"But-"
"Jaehaerys." Aemond's voice is firm.
The boy opens his mouth to protest again, but thinks better of it, and after a moment, he nods.
"You are to apologise for being unkind to your sister."
As if he carries the weight of the world on his little shoulders, the prince groans and drags himself over to his mother and sister. It's so difficult not to laugh at the theatricality of it, but Helaena just about manages. She crouches down so the twins are eye level, although the sister does not look the brother in the eye.
"Drējī usōven, mandia." I am very sorry, sister. Then he glances over at Aemond and grins slightly, clearly very proud of his Valyrian now. Aemond gives him a slight nod, and the boy puffs up his chest smugly.
If Jaehaera hears, she does not react. But she slips from her mother's arms and wanders onto the plush rug where the stone dragon has been abandoned. Careful fingers pick it up, and careless fingers let it drop.
As the children settle back into playing side by side - not necessarily together, but peacefully in companionship, - Aemond goes to his own sister. There are no servants here to see, and the children aren't watching. So he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her close and kisses her cheek. It's close to her lips, the tender touch, and she smiles.
So casual. So intimate. It makes butterflies appear in her stomach, the tenderness in his kiss. "You handle him well," she murmurs quietly.
"He is a good child," whispers Aemond close to her ear. "Aegon's son he may be, but Aegon he is not."
A soft laugh comes through her nose. "They love you as a father, I think. Jaehaera especially."
"I hope so. She does remind me of you."
"You have always been good at understanding me." She looks up at him, her sweet brother.
He meets her gaze with a softness that no one else will ever see. "Understanding is the least you deserve."
"And you give me so much more besides," she laughs. Looking back over at the children, she notices that Jaehaera's gaze is now fixed on them. She steps out of Aemond's embrace with a knot in her stomach, and then kneels beside her daughter to quietly ask her more questions about Morghul. It is one of the few things that will draw words from her.
Across the room, Aemond goes to Maelor's cot and lifts the happy toddler out of it as he comes out of sleep. He kisses his forehead and holds him close, bouncing slightly to make sure the little one is as content with the real world as he is with dreams.
"Kepa," Jaehaera says, her dreamy gaze on Aemond and Maelor.
"Kepus," Helaena reminds her gently. Uncle.
"Kepa. Se kepa Maelor hen." Father. The father of Maelor.
Helaena closes her eyes for a moment. It is not always the future that dreamers see. The past, the present, they are gifts and curses, too. But what is truth, really, other than the stories they tell each other? By the time she opens them again, her daughter's attention has returned to the stone dragon abandoned on the floor. Sighing softly, Helaena looks back at where Aemond cradles Maelor, and what fear momentarily cooled her, now dissipates.
Whatever risk there is, is worth it. They are a family, truly. Her, her children, and Aemond. Whatever that may mean, whatever consequence they must one day face, will be worth it for this moment now, this little piece of bliss.
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Venus in Furs
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Rating: E
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit smut
A/N: Venus in Furs is a poly Helaemond au. We have no idea how many chapters it'll end up being, but the story will progress as the relationship does. Sometimes a chapter might be a little kinky drabble, other times it might be an epic 10k beast. This story has just become such a vulnerable little happy place for @acrossthesestars and myself and we hope you enjoy it! Tags will be updated as the chapters go on.
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Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two - Seven Hells P.2 | Part Three
The sky above was clear, stars managing to peek out even from the thick veil of the city lights. It was loud, music blaring from cars and drunk revelers pouring out from the mouths of the surrounding bars and clubs. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the noise echoing loud over all the others and my hands curled into fists within my coat pockets.
'Don't lose your nerve,' I thought. 'You aren't allowed to chicken out.'
A sharp gust of near freezing wind ruffled my coat, blowing up beneath the short skirt of the black dress I wore under it, and I bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping nervously at the shock as I neared the building I had been looking for.
Seven Hells was a privately owned club, the red brick facade blending into all the others on the block. The only clue that I had arrived at the right place was the small gilded placard by the door that simply read "7" in an ornate script. My chilled fingers wrapped around a thick brass knocker in the shape of a dragon's head, rapping it gently against the wood. The door swung open and a handsome bouncer stared me down, the moment stretching on forever. He was older, with a close cropped silver beard, a bald head, and a thousand yard stare.
"Password," he asked, his voice rich and deep.
"Oh don't bother with all that, Harrold," a soft voice chirped from behind him. "She's with me. Isn't that right, Lady Grey?"
The door opened a crack wider, revealing a cloud of moon pale hair and the Cheshire Cat grin beneath it.
“Honestly, you express a tea preference one time.” Rolling my eyes despite the amused smile tugging at my lips, I stepped up onto the landing, close enough for the club’s warm air to twine invitingly around my bare legs, beckoning me inside. With an apologetic shrug to the stoic giant before me, I gave the password Helaena Targaryen texted me earlier that evening.
“Dreamfyre.”
He granted me a nod, as if in appreciation of a fellow rule-follower, and threw the door wide.
“Welcome to Seven Hells.”
If I'd thought the grandeur of our Neo-Gothic university campus was extravagant, with its ivy-clad walls, peaked windows, and rolling quads beneath venerable oak trees, the sumptuousness of this club delighted in proving me wrong. Stepping down into its shadowy interior, I couldn’t help gaping at the luxury surrounding me. Sleek, black leather couches sprawled along the edges of the cavernous room, all subtly tilted towards a low stage, the obvious focal point of the room. No one graced it, not this early in the evening, but a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting in the wings, eager for its first victim. It was the most obvious nod towards the club’s hedonistic character but the more I looked, the more secrets I uncovered.
Steel hardpoints graced walls and furniture, looking like so much industrial hardware until I realized their presence went beyond simple aesthetics. Mirrors littered the walls, affording endless views for performers and pleasure seekers alike. Stacks of silken cord lined low-running shelves, all in easy reach. It was an opulent, unguarded promise of sensuality.
A dare.
A shiver of anticipation licked up my spine, despite the warmth winding sinuously around my legs, caressing my chilled skin and urging me eagerly to shed my heavy wool coat.
“Come on. I can’t wait to show you everything.” Helaena seized my hand excitedly while I was still unwinding the glittering gray scarf from around my neck. I shoved it into the pocket of my coat as Harrold quietly lifted the garment from my arms before withdrawing to his post by the door.
My eyes weren't sure where to land. A pretty brunette winked at me from behind the bar and heat crawled up my throat at the gesture. My gaze darted from the couches to the stage to the people who had just started to trickle into the space before landing on the pale hand that grasped my own.
Helaena was divine, a gods damned painting, a water nymph come to life. Her white-blonde hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, her plump body sheathed in a tight powder blue dress, the hem hitting her mid thigh. When she turned back to wink at me, the light caught in the glitter she had painted over her eyelids, her pink mouth curling up at the edges.
"I love first timers." Her voice was soft, but I still heard every word.
I raised a brow. "Do you bring people here often?"
She squeezed my hand. "No," was all she said as she dragged me to the bar.
The energy of the club settled around us as I followed my new friend, all simmering possibility and the driving beat of music emanating from hidden speakers. When I slid onto one of the plush velvet barstools, Helaena perched alongside me, never letting go of my hand even as she raised her other to catch the bartender’s gaze.
“Two of the Wild Gin Brambles please, Talya”
My eyes widened in surprise as she named the exact cocktail I would have ordered from the specials menu. Despite the crowd of people surrounding the bar, jockeying to place their orders, no one looked surprised when, in mere moments, the bartender slid two glasses towards the pair of us.
“How did you guess?”
Helaena only smiled her enigmatic smile and raised her own drink to clink against mine.
Her violet eyes tracked every movement as I raised the sweating glass to my lips and took my first sip. Flavor bloomed on my tongue, tart and sweet, strong but clear, the blackberry syrup coating my mouth even as the gin traced a cool burn down my throat.
“That is delicious,” I said, having to raise my voice slightly to be heard over the sound of the other revelers.
“Let me try.”
Rather than lifting her own glass, Helaena leaned in and kissed me.
Startled, my lips parted on a gasp, but when I moved to cup the other woman’s cheek, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, a swift, gentle taste, and then she pulled back, her gaze searching.
“What did you think?” My voice was deeper, roughened with the desire already surging in my blood.
“Delicious,” she confirmed. Her starry eyes roved over my curves and I could swear they came to rest on the hollow of my throat. I wondered if she could see the eager jump of my pulse.
Helaena grinned when she recognized her stare was bordering on overwhelming, glancing down into the depths of her drink and taking a sip. I looked up, willing away the heat that had settled almost uncomfortably in my cheeks. My gaze settled on the mirror, a flash of silver catching my attention. From across the room, mismatched eyes pinned me like a butterfly to glass. The set of his full mouth was almost stern, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My heart hammered against my ribs but when I blinked, he was gone.
A wide smile broke over Helaena's face. Whatever had grabbed her attention lit her up from the inside out, a soft warm glow settling beneath her skin like a beacon. I turned and couldn't stop the soft "oh" that fell from my lips.
If Helaena was divine, then Aemond Targaryen was damned. He was her soul's twin and yet her opposite, hard and lean where she was soft and curved. He prowled toward the pair of us with all the violent grace of a predator stalking prey, the top half of his long white hair pulled away from his face, the rest hanging down his back like a curtain. He wore all black, a button down shirt tucked into fitted slacks. His face was hard, unreadable except for the flame in his left eye, the same shade of violet as his sister's. In place of his right eye, lost in some accident at the hand of his nephew, if rumor was to be believed, sat a sapphire, the facets swallowing up the low red lights of the club's interior. Helaena squealed and clapped her hands at his arrival, reaching for him. Aemond took her hand, pulling her close and bringing it to his mouth, his lips soft against her skin as he hummed in greeting.
"I'm surprised she came," he said by way of acknowledgement, his gaze falling finally on me.
Heat bristled up my spine, righteous indignation at being referred to as if I was of no importance.
"Play nice or Lady Grey won't come at all and where's the fun in that?" Helaena replied, poking at Aemond's middle.
Something tensed in my gut at that easy, playful gesture. A reminder of how these two belonged to each other, pale and strange as binary stars and just as entangled. How could I ever hope to join their orbit?
As if sensing that momentary flicker of doubt, Aemond raised one perfectly sculpted brow with all the cool poise of a marble god as if to ask “How indeed?” I bristled, drawing myself up to my full height, my spine set like steel. Damn him and his smug self-assurance. Helaena had approached me after all, invited me to join them in their pleasure den I’d only heard whispered about on campus, with all the dark, half-veiled insinuations that accompanied such an invitation.
“You tell him, Hel.” I slid my arms around her waist, glaring a challenge of my own at Aemond over her shoulder. “She was just wondering if there might be any dancing on tap for the evening, or is that too frivolous for the Eyes Wide Shut crowd?”
Aemond’s mouth twitched.
“Oh, I’m sure we could manage something.”
In the end, all it took was an imperious nod and his sharp gaze to some nearby staff member, and then the music shifted, turning to a low, throbbing beat that pulsed through the crowd. People moved as if summoned to the dance floor, a tangled knot of writhing bodies and reaching limbs. Aemond sketched a half-mocking, half charmingly outdated bow and extended a hand to me.
“Would she like to dance?” This time, the slyly intentional word choice felt less like a slight and more like an almost-apology, an unspoken admission of having chosen his words poorly. For the first time, I noticed how stiff his posture was. Maybe I wasn’t the only one unsure of how to navigate this evening.
I inclined my own head, amused despite myself, and said “She would.”
It was easy enough to follow him to the dance floor, Helaena close at his heels. Aemond spun me once before drawing me close, his hand finding the small of my back. "Dance, then," he said in an amused tone, his gaze raking over my body. I narrowed my eyes as he just stood there, trying to get a feel for whatever game he was playing. It was Helaena who rescued me, her hands finding mine and pulling me further from the edge of the dance floor.
She moved with a liquid sort of grace, the sort that left one utterly entranced. It was impossible not to move toward her, caught in her orbit as if she were the brightest star in the dark sky. Her lavender eyes were bright enough to light up the dance floor as her hands settled on my hips, turning my back to her front before pulling me flush against her. She smelled like violets and lilies and something earthier, something you would find in the forest after it rained. I wondered if later I would be covered in the body glitter she'd dusted all over herself, her skin shimmering in the glow.
"Can I touch you?" She asked, her voice low against my ear.
There was literally nothing I wanted more in that moment.
I nodded and she ran a hand up my throat to grasp at my jaw, tilting my head back until she could catch my mouth with her own. She tasted like gin and sweet lip gloss, strawberry maybe. My hips followed whatever sinuous rhythm she set as she curled her tongue around mine. I felt her smile against my lips and couldn't stop myself from mirroring the gesture. With one hand I reached back, carding my fingers through the moonlight strands at the nape of her neck.
One song melted into two and then three and I learned for a fact what I had already had an idea of: Helaena Targaryen was entirely captivating. She radiated a dreaminess, a sort of unexplainable out there feeling that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew I wanted to sink into. There was also an edge. She had teeth and claws and made a conscious choice to keep them sheathed. At some point I had turned back to face her and she smiled wide again, as if she had never considered not being so open, so real. Then her eyes drifted away, lighting up again when they landed on her brother. I looked too, because I couldn't help it. Aemond had taken up a perch on one of the large leather chairs, more of a loveseat, really. When our eyes met he raised his left hand and beckoned us forward with a crooked finger. Helaena drifted toward him as if pulled by gravity, her hand reaching back for mine and pulling me along after her.
I mirrored her movements, lowering myself onto Aemond’s outstretched right thigh while she claimed his left. When I did, his gaze snapped to mine, startled. The intensity there, the banked violet fire, ripped through me like a summer storm, leaving heat and electricity crackling in its wake. Before I could shift my weight or draw back, before I could even form an apology for overreaching, he caught me around the waist to keep me still. Slowly, deliberately, curiously, he flexed his muscled thigh beneath my legs, shifting it just enough to drag against me and make me gasp. Pleasure kindled in his hawklike stare and I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks.
We’d surprised each other.
Helaena tipped her head back and laughed, her carefree delight so infectious even her brother’s lips quirked into something like a smile. Pure, wild joy beat like wings within my chest when her lavender gaze met mine at the same time that Aemond rested a hand on my thigh. As if some hidden key had turned, the tumblers falling into place, everything slid open, the night suddenly wide open and brimming with potential. Something was happening and we were part of it. We were all of it.
The music fell away. All I could hear was the breath catching in Helaena’s throat when I leaned in and kissed her. The hiss Aemond sucked between his teeth when his sister’s hand slid up to cup my breast. I looked around, expecting shock or censure, but while the warmth of her palm moving over my dress made my heart race as if the world was ending, no one else seemed to even notice. Even so, I pulled back, heat flashing up my throat to settle in my cheeks. Aemond's hand tightened where it rested against my thigh and I turned to face him, my eyes downcast. He raised a hand, his forefinger catching me under the chin until I met his eye.
"There's no need to be shy, Grey." The nickname sounded different in his mouth, sharper somehow, then when Helaena said it. "You're free to take what you want here, without judgment."
My gaze darted between his mismatched eyes and his lips. "What do you want?" My voice was small.
He hummed, a low noise in the back of his throat, before using his hand to tug me farther up his thigh, my hands flattening against his chest as I fell forward. His shirt was warm beneath my palms, soft and obviously expensive. And then he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or gentle. It felt as if he would devour me. Where Helaena took her time, sensuous and explorative, Aemond went straight for the kill, licking into my mouth when it opened on a whine, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth. He broke the kiss and looked up at me, his high cheekbones dusted with pink, and pursed his lips, as if he was hiding a grin. I couldn't help it and smiled back.
Helaena ran a hand up my thigh, squeezing just enough to get my attention and jerking her chin toward the stage in front of us. "The show is starting," she whispered. There was a peculiar happiness in her eyes, a sort of feeling I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. She leaned back into Aemond's chest, his hand circling her waist to rest over her belly. The way they fell into each other was mesmerizing and I wondered if I'd ever felt that sort of easy acceptance before, the sort of muscle memory that had me sinking into someone else's softest parts.
I turned away, suddenly feeling much too raw, and looked toward the stage as the lights lowered, a single spotlight shining bright in the middle. Lying prone on the ground was a slight brunette, her hair tied up in a bun. She wore a rose pink dress, the fabric sheer enough to see the dusky outline of her nipples, her arms laying relaxed over her head. As she slowly woke, blinking away the sleep, the light softened, mimicking the dawn, and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Fingertips drew mindless designs over the bare skin of my thigh and the feeling left me burning as they drew over my hip and up, up, up my back to massage the nape of my neck. The feeling was near sinful, my eyes closing as Aemond worked out the tension. When I risked a downward glance, I found his eyes on the stage, his face infuriatingly neutral. I raised my hand, placing it back against his chest, playing at the top button of his shirt as I glanced back toward the stage.
From the shadows of the audience on the far side, a hulking shape melted through the crowd, lumbering up the two wide steps before crouching behind a makeshift barrier, watching the young woman on stage sit up and stretch. Helaena reached forward from her perch and placed her hand on my knee, her skin warm against mine, grounding me in the moment as the man in the mask began creeping closer toward the girl on stage. A Beast on the way to claim his Beauty, I realized with a thrill.
“Is it always fairytale-based?” I whispered the question into Helaena’s ear, so close my lips brushed against her delicate skin.
“No,” she shook her head, answering in the same respectful hush. “They do all sorts of things - exhibitions, demonstrations. But this seemed more… you.”
Before I could ask what she meant, Aemond’s broad hand tightened around my neck.
“Pay attention,” he commanded in a low, firm voice behind my ear, turning my head back to face the stage. From Helaena’s guilty start and the way she also turned her attention back to the scene unfolding before us, I guessed he’d given her a similar reminder. Normally I would have bristled against his domineering tone, but it sent a shiver down my spine instead, making me feel as deliciously helpless as the beauty the beast prowled towards. As if he knew, Aemond trailed the tips of his fingers down my neck and between my shoulder blades.
The task of watching the stage while he teased me like this felt Herculean, but I managed to keep my eyes on the performers, watching as the girl on stage finally registered the presence of the beast. Her brown eyes blew wide as he loomed over her and the two engaged in what could only be considered a dance. Their chemistry was a wild thing, crackling between them as they pushed and pulled, as she ran and he gave chase. The Beast reached for her, catching the pale pink ribbon that held her hair tied up, and it cascaded down her back just as he caught her, pulling her against his chest.
As his lips found her neck and his hands drew her skirt farther up her thighs, Aemond's fingers dipped below the hem of my dress. The touch itself wasn't indecent, was hardly anything more than innocent, but every nerve ending in my body lit up. He shifted his thigh beneath me, riding my dress higher, just as the beast shed the girl of her dress, her body now bare beneath the spotlight, and I fought the urge to reach back and pinch him for teasing me. But I was riveted by the performance as the actress finally gave in to the beast, succumbing to him and letting him lay her out over the stage, her back arched as he wedged himself between her thighs and devoured her.
Aemond's hand slid further beneath my dress and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath. I knew, logically, that no one was watching us, too engaged by what was happening on stage, or what they were up to in their own seats, but my cheeks still heated at the idea, at the clandestine nature of letting this practical stranger slide his skilled fingers beneath the damp fabric of my underwear. I bit back a moan as he did just that, parting my folds, teasing at the wetness he found there. I wanted to roll my hips, to chase the pleasure his touch promised. But I stayed still, afraid to call any attention to us.
In front of me, the Beast lay on his back, the girl, his Beauty, now straddling his hips, her face flushed from her earlier release on his tongue. She rode him, claimed him just as earnestly as he had claimed her, taking her agency and making him hers. They moaned in tandem, not the sort of practiced sounds I had heard in porn or made with partners I was more than eager to get out from under, but something more feral, more honest. As the Beast reached forward to clutch at her breasts, Aemond pinched lightly at my thigh, a hint to open my legs wider. I gave in, just an inch, and was rewarded with a lazy circle against my clit. All I wanted was to drop my weight back against him, to spread my thighs farther and see what his wicked touch could wring from me. But even as I saw other patrons doing exactly that, I knew I couldn't, knew I wouldn't.
This entire night had been totally unlike me. Taking Helaena up on the invitation had left me filled with nerves. We'd spoken often enough at school and I desperately wanted to call her my friend. She was impossible not to adore, and denying her anything felt wrong. We'd flirted and when I finally gathered the courage to ask her for her number, she'd slapped me right in the face with an invite to the most exclusive club in town. How could I say no? Especially when she mentioned the more mysterious of her brothers would be there too.
The Beast had planted his feet on the stage, his hands gripping bruises against his Beauty, driving himself up into her. Her face bunched with pleasure as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest to brace herself as he fucked her roughly. I felt my pulse quicken, my lungs constricting as Aemond slid a finger inside me, and then another. I couldn't stop myself, arching my back slightly to grind down against his hand. His fingers were long, slender and graceful. They felt divine inside of me and I knew it wouldn't be long until he worked me up and over that peak, the muscles of my thighs already twitching with it.
Suddenly Beauty came with a low groan, the blood rushing up her neck to settle in her cheeks as the Beast beneath her roared his own end, their bodies going rigid. She had thrown her hands above her head in a jubilant gesture as the Beast spilled inside her, as if unafraid for anyone, everyone, to see her pleasure. Then the music died and for a moment the room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing. I couldn't figure out where one breath started and the next began, which was mine or Helaena's or even Aemond's. The spotlight went dark and the melancholy instrumental music that had accompanied the performance melted back into the low, heavy bass from earlier.
Aemond's hand was out from under my dress before the lights returned to normal. I hissed at the loss of him, canting forward as if seeking him out. The neediness of the gesture left me feeling more than a little pathetic, especially as he growled, "on your feet." But his voice was strained, rough even, and that gave me more than enough satisfaction. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy and buzzing after being yanked so abruptly from what had promised to be a wild sort of release. Helaena stood first and offered me a hand, pulling me up on shaking baby deer legs. She just smiled like she knew and reached up to tug at the ends of my hair.
The crowd blurred around us as we moved past the stage, past the bar, and deeper into the club. I looked down, startled, when the click of my heels against the polished wood floors turned muffled, my footsteps suddenly cushioned by plush carpeting. We were in a hallway, the walls paneled in rich, dark wood, an expanse of wealth relieved only by a series of doors, each one different from the last. One a rich, blood red with golden accents, another gunmetal stark but littered with peepholes, the third a shockingly clear plate glass. I caught a glimpse of twining limbs and chains within and finally realized where we were headed.
“Why a private room? I thought the whole point of this place was taking what we wanted and no one caring?”
“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.” Aemond turned to me, one arm around his sister’s waist. My heart thundered as his gaze pinned me to the emerald green door we’d stopped in front of. Helaena leant back against him, a look of feline contentment on her features as she gazed at me through hooded eyes.
“What did you want when you came here, Lady Grey?” It wasn’t so much a question as a gentle prompting, an invitation to voice the desire that had drawn me to them like a moth to a bonfire ever since that first time I’d seen them on campus. They’d looked so out of place they might as well have been another species. Two fae royals slumming it with mortals for their own amusement, sampling whatever pleasures they wished to indulge in, and tempting the rest of us with wicked delights if only we’d be bold enough to seek them.
I ached to be bold.
“You,” I breathed. “Both of you.”
“Yes, that was it.” Helaena tipped her head up to meet Aemond’s gaze and said “See?”
“Hm.”
Before I could worry that I was failing some unspoken test he leaned in with that sleek, predatory grace and twisted the door knob by my hip.
“After you,” he purred.
Part Two
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I just thought that Helaena's interest in bugs would come in so handy if she ever decided she'd had enough of the dramas and take matters into her own hands.There are so many varieties of poisonous and stinging insects. I could see Helaena becoming an expert in poisons and antidotes for her bug bites and using it to her advantage, especially against Aegon if he decided to push past his already very thin limits.
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splendor in the grass
Beware, mortal crossing this forest path, for there be goblin-men who would lead you to doom and wrath.
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen
Rating: E
Warnings: Explicit smut, GRAPHIC violence and gore, EXTREMELY dubious consent, manipulation, accidental voyeurism
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A/N: splendor in the grass is a dark faerietale AU. PLEASE heed the tags and warnings. Big thank you to @emilykaldwen for screaming about this with me for days on end, and to @acrossthesestars for creating this amazing mood board!
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2433 words into chapter 10 of stray ! It's still not finished, I guess I'll get to my usual 4k more or less.
It's a funny thing because I used to think that I would have the whole the fic finished by chap 10, instead I don't know where I am, but it's still got many chapters to be written. And it'll be a slow burn for sure, but I don't see this story being written in any other way that would be believable.
The real fantasy is romance, wdym you like or love someone??? I draw the lines at dragons and magic, that's more believable to me.
This ✨extract✨ because Aegon is such a silly little dude in this fic (affectionate):
” Aegon sent a sour look her way and crossed his arms. "I'm not a child. And I think about food because I'm a growing boy."
Unwillingly a corner of Helaena's mouth quirked into a smile and out of the corner of her eye she could see Lyra shaking in silent laughter. "
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" "Help me set the bed."
He looked up and quirked one eyebrow.
"Are you girls gonna have a girl's night or whatever?”
Helaena thrust a pillow in his face and caught him right into it.
"Ow."
"Stop your dirty mind there." Helaena pointed her finger at him and Aegon scratched his neck.
"No need to accuse me like this."
"I know you, Aegon, it's not a false accusation." "
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they turned him into a nightmare, so i'm going to be theirs
a helys fic
rating: E
warnings: blood and injury, rape/non-con elements, dead dove: do not eat, light genital torture, vaginal fingering, bondage, mild gore, nude photos, AU - modern setting, smut, infidelity
word count: 1,044
for: @sapphicrhaegon
Her blood soaked hands stained the back of her phone case, obscuring the polaroid she had of her children with their favourite uncle. She leant down, repositioning herself for another photo. The flash sparked again, highlighting the damage done to the cunt in front of her. It was hard to see, under all the blood, but she could tell it was swollen and pulsing, still slowly seeping shiny blood and milky cum.
She reached up and rubbed at her face, smearing blood across her lips and chin. Alys was still raging and struggling, despite the knots tying her down. Helaena’s mother made her enter a girl scouts troop when she was younger, Helaena was only excited for the wilderness adventures so that she could find new bugs to bring home. She thought that all the time she had spent learning various knots would be pointless, she would never have a use for it.
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#helys#house of the dragon fic#helaena targaryen fic#helaena targaryen x alys rivers#hotd fic#hotd smut#hades writes
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Eclipsed Love Part IV
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader ( modern au )
synopsis : You and Aemond shared a romantic bond during your high school years. However, your relationship took a turn when an unexpected pregnancy altered the dynamics. Aemond, driven by aspirations of pursuing a career in medicine, struggled to reconcile his dreams with the newfound responsibilities. Meanwhile, the financial constraints and fear of revealing the situation to your strict parents left you without options, making abortion unattainable. When Aemond chose to end the relationship, you made the difficult decision to vanish, seeking a fresh start. Years later, your son fell seriously ill, necessitating medical attention. The twist in the tale was that the doctor who held the key to your son's recovery happened to be none other than his biological father, Aemond.
Warning : Angst, hurt/comfort, flashbacks to having sex
Word count : 5.5k
A/n : Soo sorry for the long delay! Hope this chapter was worth the wait. Likes comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ❤️!
Soldiers are commonly depicted as symbols of both mental and physical strength. When people seek to convey strength, they frequently draw a comparison to a soldier. Yet, in Lucerys' contemplations, he believed soldiers should not be the symbols of strength; rather, it should be mothers.
He observed you with a heavy heart, as weariness etched across your face, your eyes carrying the weight of countless tears shed in silence last night. The energy to tend to your own basic needs had abandoned you; you simply lay on his bed, suppressing your sobs to avoid disturbing him and Qoren. Yet when Lucerys confessed his own fatigue, you cradled him as if you'd just brought him into this world, gently placing him on the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth, tending to him as if he were a toddler learning life's simplest tasks.
In Lucerys' violet gaze, you were the epitome of strength, the most resilient soul he'd ever known. You had carried the burden of so much, pushing your own pain aside to be there for him. Who could do such a thing? Certainly not him; in your place, he might have neglected his own children, focusing solely on his own mental well-being. Oddly enough, that's precisely what he wanted for you now – to focus on yourself.
And yet, here you were, tending to him even though he hadn't asked for it. His intended destination was Qoren's side, but when you asked, he couldn't refuse your unspoken plea.
Seeing you in such agony tore at his heart; he couldn't bear to witness his mother in pain. Your suffering felt like his own, and he couldn't help but wonder that maybe, just maybe, it was somehow his fault.
If only he had not collapsed that day and if only his his heart hadn't betrayed him, you wouldn’t have to face his jerk of a father. You wouldn’t have to fear the possibility of him leaving you alone and sleeping forever. Perhaps you'd be comfortably settled on the couch, surrounded by your writings, ready to share them with him later when they were finished. Or maybe you'd be planning a surprise trip to the water park, just as you did after every single one of his birthdays as an extra surprise, but he had shattered those possibilities, forcing you to confront someone you never wanted to see and think that you might have to lose him.
Pushing your hands away from his mouth, he spat in the sink, his eyes meeting yours, and in that moment, he wrapped you in a sudden, tight embrace.
As he suddenly embraced you, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your neck, his lips pressing softly against your cheek, you found yourself not bewildered by the sudden affection, but rather perplexed by his next words. "When I grow up and become an astronaut, the first thing I will do is take you to Neptune," he declared with a mixture of earnest determination and childlike innocence.
Your brows furrowed as you gently drew back, setting down the toothbrush with a clink on the sink. Cupping his pale face in your hands, you gazed at him, the weariness in your voice baring the raw edges of your emotion, your throat strained and sore from the relentless tears. "Why is that?" you managed to inquire.
So no one can harm you," he explained, his voice tinged with a conviction that belied his tender years. "Neptune is far away from the earth, and I know your feelings will be protected. It's cold, yes, and I know you hate the cold, but I will build a heating system for you, so no need to worry about that."
His words struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to well up with tears. You leaned forward, your forehead gently meeting his, your noses brushing together like a tender echo from the past when he was just a few months old. You were lost for words, overwhelmed by the depth of love and care emanating from your young son.
It wasn't his duty to protect you. It was your duty to shield him from the cruelties of the world. Your ten-year-old boy shouldn't be burdened with the weight of safeguarding his mother's heart.
"And leave me alone there?" you managed to whisper, your gaze soft but pained as you peered at him through damp lashes.
"It depends," he responded.
"On what?" you asked, while stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
"Do I hurt you? Because if I do, then I will not come with you. That will defy the point of why I will take you there in the first place," he explained with a wisdom that seemed too mature for his years.
"Never," you whispered, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you affirmed your unwavering trust in him. Lucerys himself never inflicted any pain upon you; it was the mere resemblance to a man you once loved with all your heart that caused you such anguish and the fact that despite your best efforts in raising him, he turned out to be a mini Aemond not mini you.
Lucerys nodded, withdrawing from your embrace to turn on the faucet. You assumed he was just washing his mouth, but to your surprise, he wetted his small hands and then turned to you, gently cleaning your face.
You let out a low chuckle, stepping back slightly. "What are you doing?" you inquired.
But Lucerys didn't join in your laughter. His expression was one of genuine concern as he looked at you. "You always look after me; you don't have any breaks. Let me take care of you this time. You're tired as well, I can see it, Mum."
"It's not your job, Luke!" you protested, your voice tinged with a mixture of love and exasperation.
"It's going to be," he shrugged with a determined glint in his eye. "When you're old and grey and wearing adult diapers all the time because you can't control yourself anymore, might as well let me practice!" He wiggled his brows playfully, attempting to coax a smile from you.
For some reason, you acquiesced, stepping back and allowing him to gently clean your face, just as he had done minutes earlier. Perhaps it was because you had always longed for someone to care for you, or perhaps it was the little girl inside you who hadn't received enough motherly care, and so she allowed her son to play that role, a role she'd had to take on at a young age.
Lucerys cleaned your face tenderly, and as he did, tears once again began to flow. Lucerys brushed them away and kissed every tear. You chuckled sadly because this was precisely what father used to do when you cried; he would kiss your tears away.
Lucerys extended his hand, motioning for you to part your lips. As if you were a toddler who couldn't understand words, and he carefully brushed your teeth.
After he had finished tending to you, you gently scooped him up into your arms and carried him to the comforting embrace of the bed, gently placing him on it.
"I love you, Mum. You are the best." Lucerys said with a warm comforting smile.
His words echoed in your heart as you looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, and a profound sadness that this young boy felt compelled to fill the void left by a man who had once promised the same but had failed you so miserably. Your voice was soft, "I love you too, Luke."
You reached for his iPad, placed on the table, and handed it over to him before heading toward the closet to fetch some fresh clothes for your much-needed, hot, and relaxing shower. However, a knock on the door interrupted your plans.
"Qoren?" Lucerys exclaimed with enthusiasm, thinking that Qoren had returned from the meeting concerning the lawsuit against him filed by the hospital for attacking Aemond.
"No, my love, Qoren doesn't knock," you pointed out.
"Yeah, that's right, totally forgot," he pouted before putting on his space-themed headphones and immersing himself in a YouTube video, likely something related to obscure Star Wars facts.
You closed the closet door, adjusted your hair, and pulled your robe tighter around you. As you reached for the doorknob and opened it, a sight you thought you'd never see again greeted you. Your best friend, or rather your ex-best friend, Helaena, stood before the door, nervously holding her olive-green butterfly-printed skirt and biting her lips.
"Helaena..." you breathed out in disbelief, your eyes widening. A strangled cry escaped her lips as she launched forward and embraced you tightly. You didn't know what to do, so you hesitantly hugged her back.
Tears streamed down Helaena's cheeks as she choked out her question, "Why did you leave me?" Her sobs echoed with the weight of a decade's worth of confusion, hurt, and longing.
You were her only best friend. From the moment you met in kindergarten, your lives had been entwined like vines, inseparable and intertwined in countless ways. You played together on the swings, studied side by side in the classroom, went shopping, and even slept over at each other's houses more often than your own. The two of you had made vows to be lifelong friends, from college to sharing the same dorm room, and eventually, moving into the same apartment after graduation. The two of you had pledged to live out your lives together, just as you had promised one another when you were in the third grade. And in your future, your children were meant to grow up together, forming the same kind of deep bond that you and Helaena had.
But here she was, betrayed by you leaving her for something she had nothing to do with. And here you were, feeling too awkward to hug her back.
She stepped away, and as she distanced herself from you, you saw the raw hurt in her eyes. The pain and betrayal were etched deep within, and it was clear that her heart was still entangled in the web of emotions that had been severed ten years ago. She waited, her heart aching, for answers she had yearned for all this time, answers that had left her with a perpetual sense of abandonment.
You couldn't find the words to explain the unexplainable, the tangled mess of emotions that had driven you to disappear from her life. How could you answer the question she had carried with her for a decade? How could you say, “Sorry, I didn't tell you I was pregnant with your brother's child and needed help aborting it because you're Aemond's sister, and I was so mad and hurt by him that I wanted nothing to do with either of you anymore"?
Helaena, however, refused to accept silence as an answer. "You owe me an answer," she declared, her voice trembling with frustration. Her lips quivered, and her brows furrowed in heartbreak. She fiercely wiped away her tears and held onto the fabric of her skirt, her anguish laid bare for you to see.
You couldn't bear to add more pain to her already wounded heart, so you stepped back and shook your head, a solemn refusal. "I don't owe anyone an explanation."
"No, you don't owe Aemond an explanation, you don't owe your parents an explanation, but you owe me!" Helaena's frustration escalated. "I didn't do anything to you. I didn't hurt you, I didn't get you pregnant and left you. I wasn't even at school that day. I was getting my wisdom tooth removed! When I returned home and woke up, I saw Aemond crying, telling me you left! You owe me an answer, Y/N," she cried out, her voice a desperate plea, and her heartbreak echoed through the hallway “ You owe me! “
Trapped within your own emotions, you couldn't help but question why your past was haunting you at this particular moment, a time already fraught with emotional turmoil.
"I don't have an answer," you confessed, your voice heavy with unresolved pain. You clutched your robe tighter, your eyes welling up with tears for the umpteenth time in the last two days. Your gaze shifted away from Helaena, avoiding not only her but also the nurses and doctors who passed by, their curious gazes adding to the mounting pressure.
However, you underestimated Helaena's understanding of you. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and the evasion in your voice only hinted that an answer lay beneath the surface, unspoken, but perhaps too overwhelming to share. You had just confronted your ex-boyfriend a day ago, a man who had caused you profound hurt, and now you were facing Helaena, your hopefully still-best friend, while knowing that you would soon meet her mother as well.
Helaena simply nodded, her eyes fixed on her own feet, sniffing back her tears. "Can I meet him at least?"
"I will have to ask him first," you replied, wiping your own tears. You didn't mind Helaena meeting your son; in fact, you had hoped that if Lucerys ever sought his paternal family, he would find her first.
"I'll wait here,"
You nodded and entered Lucerys's room, closing the door behind you. You leaned against it for a few moments, trying to regain your composure before walking over to Lucerys's bed.
Lucerys gazed at you with concern, immediately removing his headphones and sitting up straight. He set down his iPad and reached for your hands.
You took his hands in yours and ruffled his hair with your free hand. You moistened your lips and said, "There's someone outside who wants to see you." Your expression turned sad, as you knew that in an alternate world, where Lucerys had the big family he wished for, Helaena would have been his favorite. Their shared love for nature and the outdoors would have drawn them close. "Do you want to meet them?"
"Who?" he asked with a hint of confusion.
"Your aunt," you replied, a word he had never truly experienced before. In his life, "aunts" had come and gone as Qoren's fleeting girlfriends, never truly embracing him as family. A real aunt was an entirely different concept, and you watched as the idea began to form in his young mind.
"Can you give me my helmet?" he asked, which in lucerys dictionary, means yes.
You nodded and retrieved his space helmet from the closet. After helping him put it on, you walked back to the door, slowly opening it to find Helaena rehearsing what she might say to him.
Once she noticed you, you gestured for her to come in.
She clutched her skirt nervously as she walked in, feeling a mix of emotions—nervousness, uncertainty, happiness, and sadness. Meeting her nephew was a bittersweet moment, given the ten years of lost memories.
Lucerys lay on his bed, his arms crossed and knees drawn up to his chest. His own emotions were a complex mix.
You watched as Helaena approached his bedside with her hands held above her heart. A sad smile crept across her face as she knelt down beside the bed, whispering, "Hi! I'm Helaena, your aunt! But...but you can call me Hel."
Lucerys opened his helmet, inspecting her with curiosity before glancing at you. You nodded, encouraging him to respond. He turned his attention back to Helaena and replied, "Nice to meet you, Helena."
"I like your helmet," she commented, her lower lip nervously caught between her teeth. "It's very, very pretty."
"Thank you," Lucerys said. "I like your skirt as well."
And so, as you watched, the two of them, just as you had expected, began to connect, their conversation revolving around space and insects, bonding over the shared wonder of the world they both loved.
"God, you are so fucking hot," Aemond growled, his voice filled with raw desire, as you straddled him. His fingers tightened gently around the back of your neck, a mix of possession and tenderness. He nipped and kissed a trail of soft, wet caresses along your neck, your chin, your collarbone, and finally found your lips, eliciting a loud sultry moan from you.
Simultaneously, his other hand explored the lush softness of your thigh, fingers glided along the expanse of your thigh, savouring the softness and thickness, as if memorizing every contour and curve.
Aemond fell against the pillows of your bed, his fingers intertwined with yours, while his gaze remained transfixed by the captivating dance of your body above him. His eyes reflected a mesmerizing fusion of desire, awe, and affection as he watched you move with grace. How your breasts swayed enticingly, and how your beautiful dark brown hair framed your face and clung to your flushed skin and it seemed like you were glowing in the dimly lit room.
With rapt attention, he traced every curve and contour of your body, his gaze inevitably returning to the captivating allure of your rounded, heavy breasts. Possessively, he guided your hands to rest on his chest before his fingers squeezed your breasts with an intensity that coaxed passionate moans and cries from your lips.
Suddenly, your movements paused, and his response was a desperate, guttural whine. Aware of your fatigue, as your trembling legs betrayed, he acted swiftly. He flipped you over, taking control. With a few more powerful thrusts, both of you were broken to the peak of ecstasy simultaneously, moaning each other’s name out loud.
Breathless and sated, he collapsed upon you, bodies sheened in a glistening coat of shared sweat. Skin pressed against skin, your ragged breaths synchronized as you slowly descended from your euphoric heights.
"Your breasts feel larger than usual," Aemond murmured, barely moving from his position but lowering himself to nestle his face in the valley between your breasts.
His eyes closed, and a soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt the tender caress of your fingers massaging his scalp. "They do, don't they?" he heard you say, a playful chuckle dancing in your voice. "They hurt too."
Opening his eyes, he peered up at you, brows furrowing with concern. "Did I hurt you? When I squeezed them?" he inquired, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort.
"In a good way," you reassured him with a captivating smile, your teeth once again teasing your lower lip. Your hands moved to gently stroke his cheeks, conveying your deep satisfaction “ Very, very good way “
A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Without hesitation, his hand moved, seizing one of your breasts with a fervent grip, causing you to release an unrestrained, impassioned moan that reverberated through the room.
"Let's go again," he purred, his desire reigniting just by gazing at you.
A mischievous giggle escaped your lips as you placed your palms on his flushed cheeks. "My parents are coming soon."
"It will be quick, I promise!" he assured, shifting his weight to align himself with your entrance.
"Nothing is quick about yo—" you began, but your words were stolen by a sharp gasp as he impaled himself inside you. His devilish grin widened as he sensed your attempt to flip him over once more, allowing you to take charge, fully aware of your preference for control, which he found himself than willing to indu—
“ Aemond! “ Aemond's eye snapped open as he heard his mother scream his name. In his groggy state, he was momentarily confused, his dreams merging with reality. He sighed in annoyance once he realized he had been having a flashback dream of the last time the two of you had been together intimately.
He thanked the gods for the dark room and the fact that helaena wasn't here and that he was laying on his side, he quickly sat up and covered his erection with a pillow.
Alicent gazed at him with a mixture of fear and concern, her hands moving to flick on the lights as she gasped in shock at the sight of his battered face. She hurried to his side, eager to embrace him, but Aemond pushed her away, his mind still reeling from the torment of his dream and the ache between his legs.
Her fury at him, for concealing the truth about his son, had been a blazing fire within her. She had intended to unleash her wrath upon him the moment she laid eyes on him, but all of that dissipated when she beheld her son, her beloved boy, his face marred with bruises and blood. The anger dissolved, replaced by a flood of concern and motherly love, though she planned to resume her ire once she knew he was safe.
"What happened?" she implored, her worry palpable. Aemond shook his head, the weariness evident in his every move. He didn't have the energy to discuss it, or anything for that matter. All he wanted was to be left alone, to crawl into a ball and wallow in self-loathing and remorse, to berate himself for the pain he had caused, and to wish desperately for your comforting presence—to feel your touch, hear your soothing words, and have you guide him through his anguish. But he knew the closest he would get to that comfort was in his dreams.
"I'm going to sue whoever did this to you!" Alicent vowed, her gaze scanning his wounded face, her heart aching for her dear son, the depth of her love overshadowing her anger.
"The hospital already sued him," Aemond muttered, his voice drained of all emotion. "Mother, I'm not in the mood right now. Please, let me rest." His words held a truth that extended beyond the physical pain, intertwining with the emotional torment he felt deep within. "I'm fine," he added, although he was anything but. Nothing felt fine, and the abyss within him seemed to grow deeper and darker after what you had revealed to him the previous night. He knew that he would never feel whole again, not after the pain he had inflicted upon you.
“Why didn't you tell me, Aem?" Alicent's tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Why would you hide such a thing from me?"
Aemond met his mother's gaze, his eye glistening with unshed tears. Why indeed, Aemond? Why didn't you confide in her? Why didn't you let her help? Perhaps, in a different reality, you would have been married by now, living in the dream house in Dragonstone that you both had envisioned. Maybe you would have been happily raising Lucerys, guiding him through life's ups and downs, and watching with joy as he welcomed little sisters into the world. You might have been truly happy once more, just as you had been with her. She would have been happy too.
"I would have helped you both," she said, taking his hands in hers, her voice laced with sorrow. "I would have taken care of him until the two of you graduated."
"I was scared," Aemond sobbed, launching himself into his mother's embrace. "I was scared."
"Don't you think she was scared too?" Alicent whispered, her voice tinged with understanding. She had experienced the fear and uncertainty of young motherhood herself when she gave birth to Aegon at her age. She comprehended Aemond's panic, the emotions he faced at that time. But what she couldn't fathom was why he hadn't confided in anyone until it was too late. Why did he tell Helaena when you were already gone? Why hadn't he reached out for help when he needed it the most?
"Where is he?" she inquired, drawing Aemond back slightly to search his eye, disappointment shadowing her features. Disappointment—a look he had never seen in her eyes before. Disappointment he would hate himself for as soon as she left the room. Disappointment he would cry over in the bathroom "With his... mother.”
"Which room?"
Aemond directed her to the room and watched as his mother left without saying anything more. The pain of seeing his mother's disappointment was a new kind of torture, one he believed he truly deserved.
Alicent stood behind the door to your room, allowing herself a moment to weep. She needed to cry before seeing her grandson. She didn't want her tears to darken the already somber atmosphere inside the room. She had cried during her entire journey—packing her bag, at the airport, on the plane, and on her way to your place. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from crying. It was a mix of emotions and unshed expectations that had built up for over a decade.
She had always believed that Aemond and you would bless her with grandchildren someday. A dream she never truly expected to come to fruition given the hardships her own children faced during their tumultuous upbringing. Yet, when she witnessed how Aemond spoke about you, how he described your beauty, perfection, and all the qualities he admired in you, she was certain that her dream was inching closer to reality.
She had cherished her own grandmother and had always aspired to be like her, yet the realization that she had been a grandmother for ten years without even knowing it now tormented her. She had never played a role in her grandson's life, a thought that weighed heavily on her heart as she struggled to compose herself. Her heart ached for you, as she imagined that you might hate her for something she had no part in. Nevertheless, she wiped her tears away, adjusted herself, and knocked on the door.
You had been prepared for her visit, as Helaena had informed you of her mother's impending arrival. As you opened the door, you weren't taken aback. You had contemplated countless scenarios while taking a shower, rehearsing how this encounter might unfold. You had no doubt that Alicent meant you no harm. She loved you, and she had always been kind and caring. She felt like a second mother to you, having played a significant role in raising you.
Alicent had always considered you her own child. She knew your likes, your interests, the people you despised at school, your hobbies, and your dreams for the future. She cried just as much as your mother did when you disappeared. She prayed daily for your safety and well-being, never forgetting about you.
"Did you become a writer?" was her first question, her hands clasped to her cheeks as she regarded you with a mix of awe and shock at the graceful woman you had become.
"Unfortunately, no," you replied with a tremor in your voice, accompanied by a faint, self-deprecating laugh. "I'm a secretary."
"Come here," she said, pulling you into a warm embrace, and both of you began to cry.
After she stepped back, she brushed away your tears. "Look at you, a mother, and a beautiful one at that! Your mother would be so proud of you!"
"I doubt that," you replied sadly, your lips twisting downward as you recalled the hurtful words your mother would have likely used to describe you.
"Nonsense! She would," Alicent insisted, drawing you closer to her once more, allowing you to rest your head against her chest as if you were still a young girl confiding in her about your worries in Aemond's absence.
A moment of silence ensued before Alicent proposed meeting Lucerys, to which you agreed. Together, you entered the room. When Alicent's eyes fell upon Lucerys, her breath caught in awe. She gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hands and startling both Lucerys and Helaena who were watching something on his ipad. She then placed her hands on her heart and watched him with shining eyes.
With eyes reminiscent of yours and a shade of violet akin to Aemond's, he bore Aemond's nose, lips, and chin, along with your brown hair peppered with strands of silver that curled just like yours. Turning to you, she observed you through glossy, tear-filled eyes. "That's my grandson?" she asked, and you nodded in affirmation.
"He's beautiful," she murmured, her voice quivering. She turned to him. "He's so beautiful." Indeed, he surpassed even her wildest imaginations, a sight that moved her to tears once more.
You couldn't help but notice the tears welling up in Lucerys's eyes. He bit his lip, fighting to hold back the tears. This was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He had a grandmother and an aunt now—a wish he had made in letters to Santa, trying to behave well to earn it. A big family, that's what he wished for. Although he was content with you and Qoren as his family, he yearned for more. He wished for a big family with relatives to visit during the holidays, cousins to play with, and to create fond memories with.
Alicent approached the bed slowly, her eyes locked onto Lucerys. Helaena stood up, giving her mother space to sit on the bed, and she joined you, her own eyes misty with tears at the heartwarming scene before her.
Alicent's heart ached as tears streamed down her cheeks, her trembling fingers tracing the contours of his face, his hair, and the tiny arms that nestled in her embrace. It was a bittersweet awe that gripped her soul, for only yesterday had she learned of her precious grandchild's existence.
No, this wasn’t supposed to be how they met for the first time.
She should have been there from the very beginning, welcoming him into the world with open arms. The grandmother who clung to her sweet boy, refusing to let anyone else hold him. The one who insisted he wear the traditional Targaryen baby clothing for that all-important first picture. She should have been the loving hand behind his school lunches, slipping him cookies made with boundless love. She should have been the fierce defender, the guardian he could always hide behind, knowing that granny would protect him. She should have annoyed his parents with her natural remedies when he fell ill, resisting any doctor's intervention, because grandma knew best. She should have witnessed his first day of kindergarten, capturing a million pictures of him in front of that classroom door to adorn her living room.
Her lips quivered as they turned downwards, her brows knitting in sorrow. Lucerys was her first grandchild, her first grandson, and her heart ached for the moments they should have shared.
She wondered, amidst her overwhelming emotions, if it was possible to love someone so intensely after just five fleeting minutes. For now, she had declared Lucerys as her favorite, her heart's sole occupant, her sweet boy.
"You have my curls," she whispered to him through tears, her voice catching in her throat. She chuckled amidst the sobs as she unraveled her own hair. "See?" She brought her hair closer to his tiny locks. "You have granny's hair!"
It was a bittersweet revelation—happy that he had inherited something from her, yet a pang of anger swelled within. Her own mother had always said that the first grandchild usually resembled their grandmothers, but Lucerys was a copy of Aemond at his age.
Lucerys couldn't hold back his tears any longer. His voice shook as he spoke, confessing, "I thought I got it from Mum." As his emotions overwhelmed him, you took a step toward him, prepared to offer a comforting embrace. However, he crumbled before you could reach him, and Alicent drew him closer, rocking him gently as he wept.
"That's my hair," Alicent exclaimed, planting kisses all over Lucerys' head, and running her fingers through hid hair.
You observed your son's arms gradually encircling her, and you watched as Alicent pulled him back, gently kissing his tears away.
A smile graced your lips at the touching sight before you. It was clear now where Aemond and Lucerys inherited this move. It runs in the family.
A/n: again sorry for the late update, life is crazy over here. Anyway the next chapter mother alicent will force mc, luke, qoren, aemond and helaena to have a picnic on the beach. It will be funny and more comedic then the previous chapters and also more mc and aemond having a kind of normal conversation???
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Helaemond and 50!!!
bad idea right?
'yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect' / 'i know i should stop but i cant'
He took his wife on campaign with him. His Baratheon lady, born in storms and seas that challenged the gods. In a letter to Aegon, he had written that he would not be parted from her, not even when Daemon brought the dusk. It was said that Prince Aemond's wife watched from the towers of Harrenhal as kinslayer met kinslayer against the burning sky.
Jaehaerys died for the sake of Maelor. Aegon was not healing well, but Jaehaera loved him so. The further away he drew, the more fiercely she followed.
Helaena had wanted to fly to the Riverlands when Aemond stopped writing.
"It is good to have you home," Alicent said quietly over the dinner table where they were gathered. It was the first night Aemond was back in the Red Keep now that the war was won. Well, over. Grandfather was not at the table. His bones were scattered with snow.
Helaena looked out towards the window where winter whipped against the Keep towers. Aemond's hair was whiter than it used to be. His wife's was as dark as the terrors. "You tarried too long."
Aemond's hard gaze was on her. "There was battle to be done."
"It did not bring him back."
"It kept you safe."
Helaena's lip twitched. On the table, her fingers dug into her palm until it stung. "You weren't here."
"I-"
"Aemond." His wife laid a hand on his arm and he quietened.
Helaena watched her fingers curl over the leather of his sleeve, watched them curl. Fire licked her belly, and she stood up suddenly. "The children. I must go to them."
"Sit down, sister."
"You were gone!" she cries out sharply. Aemond's wife, the fierce daughter of Storm's End, looked at her increduously. How wonderful it would have been to love her, to have a sister to love. A pretty idea. But her flesh and blood was dead and burned. So, too, many things should have been. With the memory of Aemond's ash in her hair, she fled from the chamber. Mother tried to stop her, but it was useless. Helaena did not wear green anymore.
The moon had scarcely moved in the sky when Aemond came to her in the nursery. The children slept as she stood over Maelor's crib. He had his father's nose. Helaena remembered how sweet he used to look when he scrunched it up in disgust at something Aegon said, or the crinkles around it when Helaena made him laugh.
"I would have returned sooner if I could."
She didn't look up at the sound of his voice, but the fire stirred. "It matters not."
"May I...?" Aemond's low voice was soft, and had a hesitancy that was unfamiliar.
"May you, what?"
The silence was cold and familiar. She wanted to follow him into it, make him return her letters. And so when his hand touched her shoulder, and then her back, and then her waist, she let it. When the flames warmed the space between them, it cleansed her.
"You're home," Helaena murmured. Her eyes closed. "Brother."
"Do not... not say that," came his reply against her ear.
"Brother."
"More than that. Tell me I am still more than that."
Helaena sighed when he wrapped both arms around her from behind, so slow and deliberate, and she swallowed. Opening her eyes would be futile, for he filled her senses. It had been so long. "You have a wife. You can be no more than that now."
"You were more when I was unwed, but Aegon was named your husband and protector."
She hummed quietly. His lips grazed the shell of her ear. A hint of a kiss, a whisper of a memory. "You... love her. I cannot let you break what is left of my heart."
"Helaena." He dragged out the sound of her name until it was a chant to prayer. "She is of the earth, and you are of the heavens."
"The earth is here and now and so very real."
He pressed a soft kiss just below her ear. White hair caught on his lips. "The heavens are watchful. Eternal. Home. And so, too, are you."
"This is not wise."
"We have never been wise, my love. I care not for wisdom, not when, instead, I could have you."
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Venus in Furs
Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Rating: E
Words: 5k
Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit FFM smut
A/N: I know it was extremely naughty of @acrossthesestars and I to end Part One where we did, but this is the chapter where we make it up to you 😘 Posting again to hit the tags properly.
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Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two | Part Three
When Helaena Targaryen invited me to meet her at a “private pleasure club” (“So… a sex club?” “Exactly!”), I had tried to imagine what to expect. Tarnished mirrors and worn pleather? A stripper pole? Buzzing neon and tacky floors? Whatever I’d been envisioning, it hadn’t been this.
I inched past where Aemond held the door open and into what was clearly a room set aside for their exclusive use. A massive low lying bed reigned over a room lined with smoke-black walls, its iron posts topped with a flowing canopy, wound around with twinkling lights. A constellation of white pillar candles littering the surfaces of twin nightstands brightened the shadows, and a neon wall sign that read “Trust Me, Love Me, Fuck Me” in glowing pink script hung above a curved ivory leather couch. A bookcase stood against one wall, its open shelves lined with vintage books, insect specimens, and an assortment of objects in blue glass and stainless steel. When I stepped closer, I recognized them for high end sex toys.
Over my shoulder, I asked “Where did you even get these?”
Two sets of hands slid around my waist and hips, two mouths pressed to my cheek and jaw.
“Why? Are you interested?”
“Do you want to try them?”
I was.
I wanted.
I wasn't sure where exactly to put my hands, who exactly to give my attention to. Helaena sensed this and pushed me back into her brother, who kicked the door closed behind us. Aemond caught me, long fingers digging into the meat of my hips, holding me still against his hard chest as Helaena prowled forward, her lips finding mine. I felt a fist curl into the hair at the back of my neck, tilting my head to the side, teeth scraping over my skin. Helaena cupped my jaw as I opened for her, suckling at her tongue until she made a little whining noise. It was good. It was really good.
Aemond's breath was hot against my temple. "I'm going to take this off now," he murmured, his aquiline nose dragging over the high point of my cheek as his hand found the zipper of my dress. As I opened my eyes and looked up at Helaena, she just smiled, as if whatever my answer was, it would be okay. Aemond waited and my heart thundered in my chest.
"Okay," I breathed.
He made quick work of the zipper before sliding the thin straps from my shoulders and placing a kiss to the skin there. Helaena turned her back to me, glancing over her shoulder and grinning as she pulled her hair to the side. "Please?" She asked, and I could deny her nothing, trembling fingers sliding the zipper down the track and exposing the pale plane of her back. The material dropped to the floor and Helaena stood in pale blue lingerie that likely cost more than my rent. Waist garters held up sheer stockings and high waisted panties hugged the plump curve of her ass.
Scattered over her fair skin was an explosion of color that had been hidden by her white blonde curls and dress. She blushed when she saw me staring, my eyes unsure of where to land. She pointed to the butterfly that sat high up on her left shoulder, black and orange, speckled with white. "This one is Danaus plexippus - a Monarch. Their wingspan is about three and a half inches." I nodded dumbly as she gestured at the next, this one lower, a beautiful blue and pale yellow. "This is Papilionidae - the Swallowtail. Their wings beat over three hundred times a minute." Large hands tugged gently at my dress, pulling it down my body as I listened to Helaena murmur her strange nothings. Her fingers ghosted over a dark blue butterfly, this one closer to her ribs, tiny orange dots at the bottom of its wings. "This is Apatura iris, the Purple Emperor. They eat dead things." And scattered between the winged insects were other bugs and blooms and blossoms, the flowers all varying shades of pale blue and lavender and soft pink.
Helaena Targaryen was a gods damned work of art.
"Isn't she beautiful," Aemond said. It wasn't a question, his voice a low purr in my ear. I hadn't even realized my dress was pooled at my feet until his hands splayed possessively over my bare stomach.
I nodded absently, unable to tear my gaze from the beautiful canvas of Helaena’s skin. I drew my finger up her side, slowing when I reached an insect I didn’t recognize.
“And this one?”
“Carabidae,” she answered without looking. The beetle shone metallic on her skin, greens and golds, so alive even though it was stationary. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the ink.
Entranced, I traced an invisible path to the next, my fingers faltering as they reached a spider of some kind. Helaena shivered beneath my touch and for the first time, unease flickered behind her violet gaze.
“That’s a Trichonephila clavata," she murmured. "An Orb Weaver. People find them off-putting because of their size and web structure, but they're meant to symbolize an end to hardship and a beginning of abundance."
Aemond's hands covered my breasts, kneading the flesh through the thin material of my bra. I felt him through his slacks, the hard ridge of his cock pressed to my lower back as he curled his body around mine. The sight before me and the feeling behind me was a heady mix and I felt almost weak at the onslaught of sensation.
"They're beautiful," I managed to squeak out as Aemond sank his teeth into my neck, one hand abandoning my breast to once again fist in my hair, tilting my head to the side.
Helaena grinned and turned to face me, stepping closer. The body glitter that covered her soft skin glowed in the dim light and she looked lit from within. "Can I touch you?" She asked, her eyes meeting mine.
I nodded, unable to find my words as Aemond sucked a bruise against my skin. His sister pressed her body to mine, skating her hand down the center of my belly and past the waistband of my silky, dark blue underwear. She purred when she found me wet.
"You look so pretty in this color, Lady Grey," she whispered against my lips. "Doesn't she look so pretty, Aemond?"
Aemond broke away from my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder and watching Helaena press her middle and ring fingers against my clit, drawing a slow, tight circle. The hand in my hair forced my head down, forced me to watch as his sister slid between my folds, two fingers teasing at my entrance. "Like it was made for her," he answered, tugging the cups of my bra down to expose my breasts, pinching harshly at my nipples. He chuckled when I gasped.
"It matches your eye," Helaena said, excitement evident in her breathy voice. She plunged those teasing fingers inside of me and I cried out, hitching my hips forward and pushing back against Aemond.
He hummed, low in the back of his throat. "So it does," was all he said.
Helaena curled her fingers forward, hitting the delicate spot up high that made my knees go weak. Leaning over my shoulder, she caught Aemond's lips in a heated kiss. He growled against her mouth and I clenched around her hand at the sight of his hard lines meeting her soft curves, the two of them melting into each other. Helaena pulled her hand from my underwear and Aemond instantly replaced it with his own, the two so in sync it made my head spin as I tried to catch up. Bending down just slightly, Helaena pulled my right nipple between her lips, her hands coming to clutch at the underside of my breasts. Aemond's touch was rough comparatively and I couldn't help but grind down against him, the orgasm that had been so abruptly halted earlier creeping back up on me.
"You're so tight, Grey," Aemond whispered against my ear.
I merely nodded, my mouth dropping open as my head fell back against his shoulder. When he kissed me this time, it was gentler, almost teasing. He pulled back and I moaned low in my throat, bereft, and chased the wicked curve of his mouth with my own.
“No,” he chided, amused. “Eyes on her.”
The thin whimper of protest died on my lips when Helaena slid two pale fingers into my mouth. I sucked them greedily, watching helplessly, blissfully, as she circled my nipple with her tongue. She sucked it to a stiff peak, one hand gently kneading the flesh of my other breast, while her brother’s fingers dipped back inside me. Moaning, I spread my legs to take him deeper, needing the touch of his hand.
“There,” he crooned as his fingers slid against me. “Does that feel good, Grey? My fingers in your pretty cunt?”
“Uh huh.” I was too far gone to care about the pathetic mewl that fell from my lips as I nodded.
Helaena hummed around the swollen tip of my breast, an eager smile playing over her lips.
“You want us to make you cum?”
“Y-yes.”
Aemond leaned in close, took the shell of my ear between his teeth, and growled, “Then beg.”
I don’t remember what I said next. How I begged for his nimble fingers to split me open, or how I pleaded for Helaena not to stop suckling at my breasts - but I must have, because before I knew it I was a writhing mess in Aemond’s arms, his firm hold the only thing stopping me from sliding onto the floor.
“Pretty thing,” Helaena murmured, her mouth skimming moth-wing light over my heated skin, her hands reaching back to unclasp my bra. “She did so well for us, didn’t she?”
"She did." The two words from his mouth felt like a mountain of praise. Aemond's hands skated over my arms, his long fingers tangling with mine and raising my hands above my head. I looked up and could only watch as he placed my palms over two small bars, each in the center of a sort of hanging restraint. I hadn't even noticed them when I'd entered the room, my eyes drawn to shinier, more obvious things.
As if he did this every day, Aemond secured the leather straps, both lined in something soft, around my wrists. When he was satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, he stepped in front of me, his hungry gaze dragging over my body.
Helaena looked at me as if I were an offering. Aemond stared as if I were a sacrifice.
She perched her chin on her brother's shoulder as his eye met mine, her long fingers, the nails painted a soft pink, began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Inch by inch, his moonlight-pale skin was revealed and it felt as if I was being let in on a secret as the art inked into his flesh came into view, in a style completely different than his sister's. Over his right pec was inked a woman with long, waving hair, her head turned to the side, a tear falling down her cheek. Below his collarbones sat two thick, broken chains, the words Fire and Blood between them at the base of his throat, and across his ribs was a heart, pierced with three daggers. I couldn't help but squirm as I watched her fingertips slide over them, lingering on the one delicate tattoo amongst the thick etchings, an Orb Weaver over his heart, twin to the one on her spine, before trailing down the lean muscle of his stomach, up the center of his chest and higher, to push the black fabric from his body.
"You want him, don't you?" Helaena's eyes darted between mine and Aemond's, her lips curled at the corners.
I nodded.
"Say it." There was a command in her voice and that molten feeling rose up in my belly again. I felt the heat crawl up my neck.
"I want him," I said softly, not tearing my gaze from Aemond. Something softened in him, as if he had decided I was worthy of the respect of believing me.
Helaena's wicked hands found the buckle of his belt, making quick work of it before unbuttoning his slacks and pushing them over his slim hips. There was more ink on his legs, but I was too enraptured by the sight of him hard beneath the thin material of his black boxer briefs, the thick length of his cock jumping as Helaena stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, "I told you, lover." Then her fingers disappeared beneath his waistband and Aemond cracked, his eyes closing as he groaned at her touch.
I whimpered at the sight, at the ache building between my thighs as I did my best to press them together, to alleviate that throbbing need that clawed at my belly. Aemond's eyes snapped open at the sound, his face setting in harsh lines before he turned and gathered Helaena's hair in a fist. He tilted her face back and she smiled wickedly up at him just as he crashed his lips to hers, claiming her. Backing her up toward the bed, Aemond slid his thumbs beneath her underwear, sliding them down her shapely thighs before stepping out of his own. When she had stepped out of them, he dropped to his knees on the mattress, facing me, and crooked a finger at his sister. She fell, a graceful tangle of limbs as she arranged herself on all fours in front of him, leaning forward to brace her weight on her forearms. Her eyes were lavender fire as they met mine and she whined when Aemond spread her open, sliding two fingers inside of her.
My hips jerked, the phantom sensation of those same fingers still haunting me as I watched Helaena’s lips part. Pleasure bloomed on her face, her limbs soft and pliant as Aemond drove her closer to bliss. Her low moans, the way her lids slipped to half mast, the dreamy look of enjoyment as he fingered her - all of it was exquisite torture. I bit my lip, my thighs rubbing together as I felt my own heat rising. When Aemond began kissing her neck and circling her clit to make her arch against him, I thought I might actually combust.
As if sensing my distress, Aemond smirked over the pale round of Helaena’s shoulder. “Something wrong, Grey?”
“N-no,” I breathed. I was clutching the padded leather restraints encircling my wrists, utterly transfixed by the serpentine dance of their bodies gliding together on the emerald silk sheets.
“No?” He echoed, an eyebrow raised. Lowering his head, he nipped at Helaena’s earlobe and murmured “Tell her what we do to liars here, sweet sister.”
Turning a lazy feline grin my way, Helaena purred, “We punish them.”
“That’s right,” Aemond agreed, cruel fire snapping in his mismatched eyes as he stared me down.
Images of whips and paddles flashed before me and I shuddered in delicious anticipation, but before I could ask what form my chastisement would take, Aemond grasped Helaena’s shoulder and drove himself inside her in one swift movement. I whimpered and tugged helplessly against my restraints, achingly empty and desperate to join them.
This was to be my punishment: being forced to watch their coupling without the relief of touching them, or even myself.
Every rock of Aemond’s hips rolled through Helaena like a wave. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her generous breasts swaying with each thrust, or the way his strong fingers grasped her hip. Her face crumpled as pleasure consumed her and even his expression slackened as he lost himself between her thighs. Slick dripped down my own as I squeezed them together, rocking on the balls of my feet as if by following their rhythm, I could relieve the emptiness inside me. I cried out when Helaena did, our voices rising together until hers broke on a sob as she found her bliss. Aemond worked her through it, driving himself inside her until she sank, limp and spent, against the sheets.
After a moment, Aemond leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the Monarch butterfly that graced his sister's shoulder. He heaved himself up and pushed from the bed, stalking toward me. It was impossible to keep my eyes from dragging over the lean muscle that covered his frame, his now tangled silver-blonde hair, his cock that jutted proudly from between his hips. The blackwork tattoos that covered his moonlight skin just drew me in deeper. His chest brushed mine and his fingers were surprisingly gentle as he brushed them over the tattoo on my ribs, tracing the famous words Joan of Arc had muttered: "I am not afraid. I was born for this." He hummed, in question or approval I wasn't sure, before reaching up and unclasping the restraints that still held my wrists above my head. My hands fell to my sides, the blood rushing back into my arms, pins and needles dancing over my skin uncomfortably. I hissed at the sensation and Aemond took my hands in his, surprising me, rubbing his thumbs over my palms until the feeling began to subside.
When I looked up, he was staring at me, his face set in those harsh lines, as if he were waiting for me to pull away. But I wouldn't, I couldn't. He was so close and all I wanted to do was touch him. Tentatively, I reached up, trailing my fingertips feather light over the scar that split the left side of his face. I wasn't sure if he could even feel it, but he leaned ever so slightly into my touch, his gaze never leaving mine. Without thinking, I stood on tiptoe and pressed my lips to the ridge of twisted flesh, my breath fanning across Aemond's face. I felt him tense and moved to back away, but then his hands were in my hair, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me.
There was nothing soft or gentle about it. This kiss was teeth and tongue, push and pull, desire, devotion, and all of the mess in between.
Maybe it wasn't just Hel that wanted me. Maybe Aemond did, too.
I threw my arms around his neck and let him turn me around, let him guide me backwards toward the bed where Helaena waited for us.
Aemond broke the kiss, tossing me back against the mattress as if I weighed nothing. He laid his body over mine and kissed me until I couldn't breathe, my lungs constricting with their need for air, but I couldn't bear to pull away from him. He dragged his lips down the line of my jaw and across my throat. When I glanced up, I found Helaena smiling down at me, that devilish fire lighting up the lilac depths of her eyes. She trailed her finger over the bridge of my nose before leaning down and pressing her lips to mine. The juxtaposition of her soft mouth and Aemond teeth scraping welts over my collarbone set of sparks across my skin, and I reached up to cradle the back of her head as Aemond's lips latched around my nipple.
I felt like a conduit between them, glowing from the inside out as they touched me, as they pulled me apart and fit me back together in new and wondrous ways.
We tumbled together, wandering hands and roving mouths, discovering each other. I learned that Helaena made the sweetest sounds when I dragged my fingers through her folds, the slick mess of her pleasure helping me glide slow circles around her clit. Aemond, for all he liked to watch, pinched his brows together and cursed when I took him in hand, my palm still wet with her, and stroked him in the grip Helaena demonstrated. One arm thrown lazily behind his head as he reclined, Helaena lounging by his side, my body sprawled between this thighs, Aemond took it all in stride - but when I lowered my head and licked the salty pearl of precum from his weeping tip, he growled and caught me by the wrist.
“Enough.”
He hauled me up roughly until I was straddling him. By then my own cunt was aching again and I slid eagerly over his thick, swollen length, making him hiss with every pass of my hips.
The heavy fall of his jeweled gaze stilled me. "Are you on birth control?" The way he asked was so clinical that I drew back at the question. After a moment I nodded.
"My pills are in my purse if you want to see." My voice was small, but I couldn't stop myself from grinding down against him. Aemond just nodded, his eyes drifting down my body again. The blunt head of his cock caught against me, and I leaned back, reaching between us to ease his way. My eyes rolled back when he bottomed out, but he took no mercy on me, didn’t wait for me to adjust to the stretch, just planted his feet and drove himself impossibly deeper, smug satisfaction on his proud face.
Helaena watched us for a beat, two, then slid gracefully up and above Aemond. I reached for her, pulling her into a kiss even as one of his broad hands left my hip to grasp her thigh and pull her down, down to his waiting mouth. Running my hands through her silky hair, I caught her by the nape of the neck, our kiss grounding me as we both rolled our hips, Aemond fucking both of us at once. The flick of my tongue in her mouth echoed the tempo he set, and Helaena’s moans were a musical counterpoint to his grunts as she wound her arms about my neck. I scraped my nails along Aemond’s thigh and was rewarded with the barest suggestion of a whimper. His fingers tightened around my hip hard enough to bruise. I hoped it would. That bloom of pain in the morning might be enough to convince me this night was more than some fevered dream.
As if she sensed the drift of my thoughts, Helaena’s kisses trailed lower. She nipped at my collarbone and, when I gasped at the sharp sting of pain and arched my back, grasped me around the throat.
“Pain excites you, doesn't it, Lady Grey?”
I nodded quickly, my eyes widening beneath her hypnotic stare.
Her smile unfurled like a secret before she leaned back in, catching my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down, her fingers still encircling my throat. Beneath me, Aemond's hands came to grip the cage of my ribs and I felt delicate in his grip, held up only by the strength of his body as he fucked me. Helaena whined against my mouth, a dusky flush crawling up her chest, her neck, her cheeks. I chased her lips as she leaned back, one hand finding her jaw and holding her to me, the other clutching at her breast as my tongue curled behind her teeth. She trembled in my grasp as Aemond drove her closer and closer toward the edge that we all teetered on. I heard a growl from below, felt a shift as he dug his heels into the mattress and matched the thrust of his hips to the rhythm he set with his mouth.
Helaena tumbled over first. I swallowed her strangled gasp, the sound low and throaty as she moaned her brother's name, her hands tightening where they gripped my wrists. I didn't think there was a more beautiful sight than Helaena Targaryen caught in her own pleasure, her mouth parted, her eyes closed tight, her starlight hair wild around her face. She fell back against the pillows, panting, her skin shining with glitter and a light sheen of sweat. She was a goddess in that moment and I couldn't believe I was here with her, worthy enough to see her like this.
I wanted to look at her forever. I wanted for her to see me the way I saw her.
Aemond pulled my attention back to him, back to my own body and where we were joined. He reached up and cupped my jaw in his large hand. The gesture was shockingly intimate in a way I hadn't expected and his eyes felt impossibly deep as I fell into them. With his free hand, he kneaded at my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I leaned into his touch and felt that heat bloom within me, rising higher and higher until it exploded through me, pulling me over and then down, down, down to meet him. I fell forward and caught his lips with mine, devouring the little sound of surprise he made at my boldness. His arms wound around my back and I felt him so deep I knew I was stained by him. He came with a groan, spilling hot within me, his hips finally stilling as his hands trailed between my shoulders.
I thought I would never catch my breath, that my heart would thunder out of my chest. But Aemond shifted beneath me, tugging me to lay at his side, tucked beneath his arm. He rested his head on Helaena's soft stomach and her fingers were instantly carding through his hair, combing the snarls I'd left behind. It felt easy to be with them like this, soft and pliant in the afterglow, and the thought squeezed tight in my chest. I wriggled, preemptively feeling the awkwardness that undoubtedly would come next. Aemond clicked his tongue at me, tugging at a lock of my hair when I couldn't keep still
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice rough, a little irritation pulling at the edges.
"I'm just gonna get cleaned up," I said. "Let you guys do whatever else you had planned with your night." All I wanted was to stay until they sent me away and pray that maybe they never would. But if I was being honest with myself, my welcome was likely worn out.
Helaena reached down, trailing her finger over the flat of my nose again. When I looked up, she was smiling. "You don't have to go, Lady Grey. You can stay as long as you like. No one is going to kick us out."
My brows pulled together. "Are you sure, I mean -."
Aemond cut me off. "We own the place, Grey. No one is coming knocking. Just relax, okay?" His arm would tighter around my middle, dragging me further into his embrace. When I didn't relax right away I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my cheek down against his chest. "Will you just…" Finally I acquiesced, melting against him as Helaena tangled her fingers with mine.
"Do you really own this place?" My voice was whisper quiet.
Helaena answered. "We bought it two years ago. Our brother Aegon thought it was a good investment, but you can't trust him with money, so Aemond and I went in on it. It's proved very lucrative. Who knew there were so many little deviants in King's Landing."
“Oh. That’s... wow. Okay. But do you want me to? Stay, I mean.”
Hel opened her mouth but Aemond sighed and I swear I had never heard a more weary sound. "Grey, I need you to listen very carefully. Helaena wants you to stay. I want you to stay. The only reason you'll move from the spot you're in is when I inevitably roll you over and fuck you from behind, okay?"
My head popped up, my cheeks hot with the blood that rushed to my face. When I looked down at him, his eyes were closed, his face utterly relaxed. Helaena just grinned.
"He means it too," she said, her finger tracing the Orb Weaver that was tattooed across his heart. "Aemond only says what he really means."
After a moment I nodded, laying my hand over his pec and resting my chin on top of it, a small smile curling at the corner of my mouth.
Her words sounded like an invitation. They sounded like a promise. And if I listened very carefully, they sounded like a possibility.
To Be Continued
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Let It Be Me I.
Summary:
Aemond and Y.N have been best friends for years, and as they approach 30 years old, Y.N decides that she wants to be a mother, so Aemond volunteers his services.
Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Alternating POV, Masturbation, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.
AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Word Count: 5383.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.
"Y.N, I understand your desire to become a mother, but using a stranger as a sperm donor-it just doesn't sit right with me," Aemond said, his voice laced with concern. "Why not consider asking a friend instead? Someone you know and trust?"
Y.N furrowed her brow, considering Aemond's suggestion. "You know, I did speak to Aegon yesterday" she admitted quietly. "He offered to help."
Aemond's heart sank at the mention of his older brother. While Aegon was undoubtedly kind-hearted, the thought of Y.N having a child with him filled Aemond with a sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't right.
Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Y.N, please-don't go to Aegon. Don't go to anyone else. I-I'll do it."
Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze locking with Aemond's. "What do you mean?"
Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I mean-I'll be the father; we are best friends, and we know each other, and I’ll always be around so you’d have support”.
Y.N's breath caught in her throat, her heart thundering in her chest. She had never imagined Aemond would make such a bold offer. Yet, as she looked into his eye, she saw the sincerity and love reflected there.
Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she reached out to grasp Aemond's hand. "Aemond, are you sure? This is a huge decision."
Aemond nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I've never been surer of anything in my life”.
“I-I guess we could try it, at least this way the baby would have their father around” replied Y.N smiling.
“So, when do you want to do this?” asked Aemond.
“Next week-it’s supposed to be my most fertile week” replied Y.N.
“Ok-is there anything I need to do to make sure everything goes smoothly?”
“I think it would be a good idea for both of us to abstain from sex with other people, until I manage to get pregnant-“
“-Not exactly an issue for me, I haven’t been with anyone since Alys-” muttered Aemond.
“Me either, I’ve not been with anyone since Jace” uttered Y.N.
Aemond grimaced at the mention of his nephew’s name, if he didn’t hate Jace before he certainly did when he started dating Y.N.
It drove Aemond insane having to listen to that bastard fucking Y.N, he spent many nights wishing it was him instead of Jace.
Not even the woman he brought back and fucked into the mattress could sway his mind away from Y.N, they’d met at university and became friends after an unfortunate incident which led Y.N tripping over and accidently throwing coffee all over him.
He normally would have raged at the stupidity of it all, but the moment he finished wiping himself off and saw those blue eyes he was done for.
Her sweet soft voice apologising to him profusely, but he wasn’t listening he just couldn’t stop staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
Looking back, he should have obeyed his first instinct and asked her out on a date, but he feared that she would reject him, as most women usually did due to the huge scar marring his face, so he settled for friendship instead and never thought to move beyond that boundary even though he wanted to, as the years went by and their friendship grew, he now feared that he would lose Y.N as a friend if he ever dared to reveal his feelings, so he kept them hidden.
He'd rather have Y.N as a friend than not have her at all.
They moved in together after university, she became part of his family, and it was like she’d always been there. His mother loved her, his father never really paid much attention to anyone or anything unless it was about his firstborn child, his darling Rhaenyra who could do no wrong, Aegon the man whore of course tried it on with her, but she quickly rebuffed him, which made Aemond love her even more, Helaena took to her immediately which was nice as it was hard for his sweet sister to make friends, and Daeron liked her too.
Everything was perfect, except it wasn’t because he wanted her, and he was too afraid to tell her.
Even getting involved with other women was an issue as he would always end up comparing them to Y.N and they would never last long, until Alys.
She was older than him, and Aemond liked that. At first things were great between them, he fell in love with her, and he felt for the first time that he could move on from Y.N but the mask slipped, and Alys began to show her true colours. Aemond would like to say he got out of that shit as soon as it started but he didn’t, he was a fool blinded by love and his cock and it wasn’t until his sister and Y.N joined forces to make him see sense, that he was finally able to escape the praying mantis that was Alys.
As always Y.N was there helping him through it, supporting him and providing words of comfort until she brought that twat of his nephew home. It turned out that whilst he was with Alys, Y.N had started something up with Jace.
Dalton, Jason and Cregan were bad enough but Jace, gods above it rankled Aemond to no end to have to see that bastard sauntering around his apartment.
More than once he found his hands drifting towards the knives, just one slip that’s all it would take. But then he’d most likely get done for murder and it wasn’t worth the hassle.
So, Aemond had to resign himself to misery every time Y.N was with Jace, but as always it didn’t last long and it pleased Aemond no end when Jace was given the boot.
Like him, Y.N could never find anyone to settle down with and she eventually gave up.
But there was a sadness in Y.N, and Aemond knew she wanted so desperately to be married and have a family as she didn’t have anything to do with her own and as much as Aemond would fold to the ground quicker than a deck of cards if he ever thought he could get away with asking her to marry him, agreeing to father her child was the next best thing.
And that’s how Aemond found himself a week after he’d made his offer, masturbating in the bathroom.
He was no stranger to self-pleasure, he’d fucked his fist many times to the thought of Y.N, but doing it like this felt weird, he would never admit it, but it did take longer than usual to rouse himself, perhaps it was because it wasn’t something that occurred naturally, Normally he’d wake up with his cock hard and throbbing other times it would happen if he saw Y.N in her short p.js or those damn lycra leggings she was fond of wearing whenever she worked out.
One time her nearly blew his load when he saw her emerge from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, the water droplets still clinging to her-
“SHIT” moaned Aemond, as the need for release quickly shot across his abdomen.
Where was it? that damn pot thingy she gave him. He had to put his seed in there, and then he would hand it to her, and she would disappear off to her bedroom and put his seed inside herself-
“FUUUCCCCKK” roared Aemond only just managing to position the pot to catch his seed in time.
It seemed to go on forever, the jolt of pleasure running through him as he cock pulsed and released endless ropes of seed.
After he washed his hands and cleaned himself up, Aemond took hold of the pot and left the bathroom, Y.N was sitting on the sofa with her earphones in.
“Thank the fuck christ for that” muttered Aemond, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of Y.N listening to him masturbate, although the thought did make his cock stir in his sweatpants.
“Aemond-is everything ok?” asked Y.N as she pulled out her earphones.
“It’s fine-I guess I should give you this” replied Aemond as he handed her the pot.
“Yes-thank you. I-I’ll be back in a moment,” said Y.N as she quickly disappeared into her bedroom.
Not knowing exactly what to do with himself, Aemond sat on the sofa and thumbed through one of the magazines on the coffee table.
“Tips for women: how to bag your secret crush-what a crock of shit” Aemond as he threw the magazine in the bin.
A few minutes later Y.N emerged from her bedroom, carrying the empty pot in her hand, the knowledge that his seed was now inside her made his cock respond in earnest.
Fuck-he needed to get to his bedroom and fast.
“Is everything ok?” asked Y.N a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
“F-fine, I just need to go to my room. I forgot my phone. Waiting for a work call” exclaimed Aemond as he darted out the room.
The irritated voice of Y.N carrying through the flat when she saw the magazine in the bin.
“Hey-I was reading that”.
As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months, Y.N and Aemond embarked on the process of conceiving a child with optimism and excitement.
However, as time passed without any signs of success, their initial enthusiasm gave way to frustration and disappointment. Month after month, they meticulously tracked Y.N's cycle, timed their efforts with precision, and yet, each negative pregnancy test felt like a crushing blow.
One evening, as they sat together in the dim glow of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken fears hung heavy in the air. Y.N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she voiced the thoughts that had been haunting her for weeks.
"Aemond, what if there's something wrong with me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse murmur.
Aemond's heart clenched at the pain in Y.N's voice, his own fears mirroring hers. "Y.N, don't say that" he replied, his voice laced with emotion. "There's nothing wrong with you. We just-haven't been lucky yet, that's all."
But Y.N couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder if her body was somehow failing her if she was somehow unworthy of the gift of motherhood.
"I know we've only been trying for a few months, but-what if it never happens?" Y.N's voice trembled with the weight of her insecurities.
Aemond reached out, gently cupping Y.N's face in his hands, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Y.N, listen to me. We're in this together, okay? Whatever happens, we'll face it together. And if we need to seek help, then we'll do it. But we're not giving up, not now, not ever."
"Guys, I don't know what to do," Aemond admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "Y.N and I have been trying for months, and-nothing. Not even a hint of a positive test."
Aegon leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe you're going about it the wrong way," he teased, earning a sceptical glance from Daeron. "Perhaps you should try it the natural way."
Aemond's cheeks flushed crimson at Aegon's suggestion, his embarrassment evident. "Aegon, come on. This is serious," he protested, though a small part of him couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's audacity.
Daeron rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "Aegon, sometimes I wonder if you have any sense of decorum," he remarked dryly, though a smirk played at the corners of his lips.
“Or maybe little brother’s just insecure that he’s shooting blanks, what are you nearly thirty and not one accident-with anyone” laughed Aegon as he took a swig of beer.
“Just because you’ve got fuck knows how many kids to god knows how many different women, doesn’t mean were all like that, I’ve never fucked a women raw, I always used protection” replied Aemond.
“Your not still pissed I offered her my load are you-I was only joking, well kind of-“
“-Aegon seriously. I hate it when you talk like that. Grow up” snapped Daeron.
“Ooo hark at Mr prim and proper over here, anyone would think you had a thing for Y.N”.
“No-as lovely as Y.N is she’s not my type,” said Daeron.
“What is your type?” asked Aegon.
“Men-“ said Aemond firmly.
“-I thought you liked women?” quipped Aegon.
“I’m pansexual-I’m attracted to whoever regardless of their gender or how they identify”.
“Isn’t that what Helaena is?” mused Aegon.
“No, she’s asexual, which means no sexual attraction to others” said Aemond.
“So, hang on, if your attracted to anyone, then why isn’t Y.N your type?” asked Aegon.
“Because she’s my friend and I don’t think of her in that way-“ retorted Daeron.
“Unlike captain slow over here, dude is down so bad he literally offers to father his best friends child” snarked Aegon.
“You should really tell her Aemond-“
“-What? And ruin the friendship, I can’t do that. I can’t lose what we have” replied Aemond downing his glass of whisky and grimacing at the afterburn.
“Have you not considered that she might feel the way?” asked Daeron.
“What? No” muttered Aemond.
“Look listen to your big brother-go home and suggest that you try making the baby the natural way, all this methodically planned shit is clearly causing stress, which isn’t good for either of you-so maybe fucking each other and having an orgasm or two may help”.
“What if she says no” mused Aemond.
“If she does then we’ve always got a spare room for you-“
“-Not fucking funny” snapped Aemond.
“Just make the suggestion-let her make the choice,” said Daeron.
“Ok-but if she says no then expect another roommate” muttered Aemond.
Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have with Y.N. As they sat together in the quiet comfort of their apartment, the weight of their unspoken desires hung heavy in the air.
"Y.N, I've been thinking," Aemond began, his voice tentative yet resolute. "Maybe-maybe we've been going about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of focusing so much on timing and tracking, we should-try things more naturally."
Y.N's brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes searching Aemond's face for clarity. "What do you mean, Aemond?"
Aemond hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the swirling emotions that churned within him. "I mean-maybe we could try having sex with each other”
Y.N's breath caught in her throat at Aemond's words, her heart pounding with a mixture of longing and apprehension. She had spent countless nights secretly yearning for Aemond, yet the fear of ruining their friendship had kept her from confessing her true feelings.
"Aemond, I-I don't want to risk our friendship," Y.N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if-what if this changes everything between us?"
Aemond reached out, gently taking Y.N's hand in his own, his gaze soft yet determined. "Y.N, our friendship means everything to me and if you decide that we should just continue trying as we have been then I will respect your decision”.
Y.N sat quiet for a moment as she thought about what Aemond had suggested, clearly what they were already doing wasn’t working but maybe this could.
Gods she had been in love with Aemond ever since she’d tripped and thrown her coffee all over him. Features so sharp it looked like he’d been carved by the gods themselves, his singular eye was a shade of blue that she had never seen before, he was so beautiful. Initially his face had been twisted in anger and annoyance but then it softened and relaxed.
Admittedly she was left feeling disappointed that he’d not asked her out, and her shyness prevented her from asking him, so she settled for the friendship that blossomed between them.
Having no family of her own, she became part of his and it was truly wonderful. His mother Alicent, wow her curly auburn hair was incredible was quite nice, his father was disinterested and looked like he could play an extra from night of the living dead, his older brother Aegon had more kids than she had hot dinners was a bit of a cheeky chancer but nothing she couldn’t handle, his sister Helaena was sweet and whimsical in a way that warmed her heart and Daeron he was sensible and funny.
But she was a coward, too scared to tell Aemond how she felt, the possibility of ruining their friendship was heartbreaking but it was also the potential loss of his family that added to her reluctance.
Being alone for along time, you think you’re ok with it, just going through the motions but once you experience that closeness you truly realise how alone you are, and it saddened her deeply.
Aemond didn’t seem interested in her in that way, judging from all the women he fucked, at first, she tried to ignore it but then she thought why not take a leaf out of his book and get involved with someone.
Admittedly though giving her virginity to Dalton Greyjoy was a mistake, he barely lasted and to get through it she had to fantasise about Aemond, then there was Jason Lannister, he was a bit better but still a selfish prick.
Cregan Stark was a very giving lover, he never left her wanting, the only problem was that he wasn’t Aemond, and inevitably the relationship didn’t last long.
Then Aemond met her. Alys fucking Rivers. You’d think older would mean more mature, but no she was about as mature as the cheese you would find in the fridge, the blue veiny kind that smelled like feet.
It broke her heart to see Aemond so happy, but there wasn’t much she could do, and she would often escape their apartment whenever Alys was around and cry on Helaena’s shoulder.
Aemond’s sweet sister knew of her feelings for Aemond and often provided a welcome distraction from the disgusting display Alys would often make as she draped herself all over Aemond every chance she got, and their friendship wasn’t as close when she was around.
But then things started to go wrong, and Alys revealed her true self. The lies, the emotional and verbal abuse, even the cheating. But Aemond kept going back to her, time and time again, until one day she and Helaena took it upon themselves to sort that bitch out.
Helaena was the one who talked sense into Aemond and Y.N took great pleasure in giving her a good slap before throwing her out of the apartment.
Things seemed back to normal after that, until Y.N had to tell Aemond that she was involved with his nephew Jace.
If Aemond could have gritted his teeth any harder then he would have broken his jaw, the thing with Jace had initially started when Aemond was dating Alys, and Y.N understood that there maybe issues given that it was Jace’s younger brother Luke who cost Aemond his eye when they were children, but she was lonely and just needed a distraction from her feelings.
Although his posture and hair cut were atrocious, Jace was nice enough, but once again she kept comparing him to Aemond and then began to feel weird about Jace being his nephew and eventually it came to an end.
After one dating disaster after another, Y.N resigned herself to being single forever. Which saddened her deeply, she wanted to get married she wanted children. So, one day she decided why not be a mother, she had a steady job and enough savings, that maybe she could do it on her own. People used sperm banks all the time, so why couldn’t she.
Helaena was supportive and suggested asking someone she knew first, admittedly asking Aegon was a mistake, but it was a request made out of the fact that not only did she know Aegon but due to all his children, she knew his soldiers were marching, it was just the idea of tying herself to him as so many others had done which changed her mind.
So, sperm bank it was, at least they did the necessary checks, but in the end, she had no need for it as Aemond offered to father her child.
As surprising as it was, she was not opposed to the idea. Aemond was after all her best friend and she trusted him beyond all measure, so she accepted his offer.
Explaining the mechanics of the offer to Aemond had been mortifying, especially when she presented him with the pot, he would put his seed in.
Listening to him masturbate in the bathroom though had been a treat, his groans of frustration filtered through the apartment and if Y.N was brave she would have offered to help him, but she was a coward, so she put her earphones in, not like that helped much as the noise he made when he came, made her stomach flutter and her core clench.
When he handed her the pot, his cheeks were tinged pink and fuck he was still hard, she could see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants.
She excused herself, went to her room and did what she needed to do, when she emerged Aemond was hovering in the living room, his eye blown wide and his cheeks red.
Fuck his cock was straining hard against the fabric of his sweatpants, Y.N couldn’t help but move closer to him, but when she asked if he was ok, he seem startled and raced off to his room, going on about his mobile.
“Ok-now where is my-“ muttered Y.N as she looked for her magazine, only to see it in the bin. That fucker had thrown it away.
Over the next few weeks, they continued with their arrangement, but it wasn’t working. No pregnancy ever materialized, and she began to feel like there was something wrong with her, but Aemond supported her and promised that they weren’t going to give up.
She never imagined not giving up would result in him suggesting they try to conceive a child by having sex, but here they were in the living room with the weight of his suggestion hanging in the air.
Of course, it did make sense, but she was worried about it changing their friendship, and not only that she didn’t want to lose his family that taken her in as one of their own.
He said she could turn him down, that it was her choice to make, and it made her heart flutter. She could say no, she probably should say no but the only words that left her mouth was acceptance.
“Ok-let’s have sex” said Y.N.
Aemond had thought all his Christmases had come at once when Y.N took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
“Are you sure about this?” asked Aemond as he closed the door.
“I’m sure-now fuck a baby into me” replied Y.N as she pressed forward and claimed his lips with her own.
The kiss was filthy, it was depraved, and it was fucking amazing. Aemond couldn’t help the small groan that escaped his tips as Y.N’s tongue slid against his.
This was everything he’d ever wanted, and fuck she tasted divine.
Aemond slowly moved his hands down Y.N’s body before roughly grasping her ass and hauling her up against the door.
Y.N whimpered, gripping at Aemond’s shoulders as he slotted himself between her legs, his tongue still invading her mouth.
Aemond pressed himself against the apex of Y.N’s thighs, and he growls like an animal when she reaches down and palms his hard cock over his sweatpants.
“Fuck-“ groans Aemond as he began to grind his clothed cock against her.
“Someone’s eager” whispered Y.N as she flicked her tongue against the corner of Aemond’s mouth.
“Oh, sweet girl you have no idea” quipped Aemond as she spun her off the door and carried her to her bed.
Soon their clothes are abandoned in a haphazard heap on the floor and Aemond was laid between Y.N open legs moving his fingers through her dripping folds as he expertly devoured her with his mouth, his nose bumping against her pearl as fucked her with his tongue.
Gods, she tasted delicious here too. Obviously, this wasn’t required to make a baby but he couldn’t help himself, he needed her wet and wanting.
Aemond loved performing oral sex on women, something his past partners never complained about, but nothing compared to Y.N she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.
“Fuck,” squeaks Y.N as she grasps at the back of Aemond’s head, her fingers digging into his hair, holding him in place.
“You’re quite sensitive. Are you going to come already?” asked Aemond smugly.
Aemond alternates between using his fingers and tongue to bring Y.N to her peak.
Y.N arches her back as she comes, Aemond gently sucks on her pearl as she rides out the euphoria of her peak.
“Is that you done baby, or do you want more?” asked Aemond playfully, his chin shining with her slick.
“M-More, please” gasps Y.N as Aemond reaches forward and presses a singular kiss to her pearl before he quickly wipes his chin with his hand.
Aemond smirks as he removes his boxers, his hard cock slapping up against his abdomen,
Y.N looks at Aemond and her eyes widen, he was bigger than anyone she’d been with previously significantly so, his cock hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
“Don’t worry little bird-it will fit” whispered Aemond as he presses his lips against Y.N’s in a heated kiss.
Aemond takes himself in his hand and guides his hard cock to Y.N entrance, pushing in slowly and pausing to give her a moment to adapt to his size.
After pressing a gentle kiss to Y.N’s lips, Aemond pulls out slowly and slides back in, his pace gentle and steady.
“Harder-faster, please daddy I can take it” exclaimed Y.N.
Aemond lets out a pleased grunt and slams into Y.N hard, smiling as she lets out a yelp of surprise.
The pace he sets is brutal, his hips slapping against hers, all the pent up frustration of wanting her pouring out of him.
Y.N moans desperately, as she moves her hips to meet his, attempting to allow his cock to reach deeper within her.
Aemond gets the hint, and quickly lifts Y.N’s legs over his shoulders, using the new angle to drive his cock even deeper than before.
“Tell me how it feels” demands Aemond.
“It’s good, so good-yes-yes you feel so good”
Y.N praises sets something off inside Aemond as he continues to pound into her, the headboard banging against the wall from the force of his movements.
“Aemond, please, I’m close” whimpers Y.N.
Aemond moves a hand down to where the two of them are joined, and rubs Y.N’s pearl in quick circles, dragging her closer the edge of the precipice.
“I never want to leave this sweet pussy–fuck,” groans Aemond as he marks each of his words in tandem with a rough snap of his hips.
Y.N come with a loud, scream, her body shaking underneath Aemond’s as his thrusts grow sloppy.
“J-Just a little longer-fuck” groans Aemond as he slams into Y.N three more times before reaching his own peak, spilling rope after rope of seed inside her.
After a few moments, Aemond gently moves Y.N’s legs from his shoulders, his chest heaving with every breath he takes.
“I-I wasn’t too rough, was I?” asked Aemond.
“No. I-It was wonderful” exclaimed Y.N, her body shaking slightly.
Aemond smirks as he slowly removes his softened cock from her slick cunt, his singular eye fixated on the drops of seed that spill out.
He takes a finger to Y.N’s opening and pushes his seed back inside, delighting in her moan of surprise.
“Can’t be wasting it now can we” whispered Aemond as he laid down on the bed and pulled Y.N to him.
“I guess not” replied Y.N her eyes closed as she smiled slightly.
“Not tired, are you?” asked Aemond curiously as Y.N laid her head on his chest and began running her fingers through the sparse hair that graced his chest.
Y.N looked at him and smiled as she shook her head.
“Good, because I plan to fill you with my seed many times this night-”.
Over the next few weeks, Aemond and Y.N spent many nights entwined in bed, sometimes they didn’t even make it to the bedroom.
Aemond had practically taken her on every available surface in their apartment, he was unrestrained and ravenous.
Never had Y.N experienced such pleasure, that it often left her unable to walk straight, something that Aegon liked to tease her about quite frequently.
But a swift dig to the ribs would often sort him out and wipe that cheeky grin off his face.
Whilst all the sex with Aemond was enjoyable there was a purpose behind it and Y.N was on pins the day her period was due, but it never came, nor did it arrive the next day or the day after that.
Not wanting to get her hopes up too much, Y.N made an appointment with the Drs and anxiously waited for the news.
Later that day Y.N's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped through the door of their apartment.
"Aemond!" she called out, her voice trembling with excitement as she searched for him. "Aemond, where are you?"
Aemond emerged from the living room, a curious expression on his face as he caught sight of Y.N's radiant smile. "Y.N, what's going on?”
Y.N's smile widened as she held out a piece of paper, her hands trembling with excitement. "Aemond, I went to the doctor today- and guess what? We're going to have a baby!"
Aemond's eye widened in disbelief as he took in Y.N's words, the reality of her announcement sinking in. "Y.N, are you serious?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe and wonder.
Y.N nodded eagerly, tears of joy shimmering in her eyes. "Yes, Aemond, I'm serious! The doctor confirmed it-we're going to be parents!"
Aemond's heart swelled with overwhelming emotion as he pulled Y.N into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "Y.N, this is incredible," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe it-we're going to have a baby."
But then out of the corner of her eye, Y.N noticed a figure sitting on their couch.
"Alys-what are you doing here?" Y.N managed to choke out, her voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.
Alys looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and discomfort. "I... I came to see Aemond," she replied, her voice faltering slightly. "I didn't realize you would be here."
“I live here” retorted Y.N her voice dripping with venom.
"Did I hear you say that you were pregnant?” asked Alys.
“Yes, you did, Aemond is the father-“ said Y.N through gritted teeth.
“I-I didn't know you and Aemond were-together," Alys finally stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Y.N felt a lump form in her throat as Aemond's response echoed in her ears. "We're not together," he said simply, his words like a dagger to her heart.
The realization hit Y.N like a tidal wave, washing over her with a force she could scarcely comprehend. In that moment, the truth of their relationship – or lack thereof – crashed down upon her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.
Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of it all. The joy of her pregnancy announcement now tainted by the crushing weight of rejection.
Aemond's heart clenched with anguish as he watched the devastation wash over Y.N's face. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the hurt he had unwittingly caused.
"Y.N, I'm so sorry," Aemond began, his voice laced with regret as he reached out to her. But before he could utter another word, Y.N pulled away, her eyes brimming with tears as she fled to her bedroom, the sound of her sobs echoing in the empty space.
TBC
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Aemond: Can we please stay in your room?
Helaena: Why?
Daeron: We played with an ouija board and cursed ours.
Aemond: Aegon doesn’t know how to banish the spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yelled, “DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!”
#ok i'll make this a modern setting series so heres the tag:#chaotic modern setting au - green fam#pls i need a fic#disaster siblings#daeron & aegon & aemond the chaotic triad#house of the dragon#incorrect quotes#aemond targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#daeron targaryen#helaena targaryen#targtowers#incorrect hotd quotes#pro team green
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