ignore me for spacing out and stalling on modern!aemond
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POSSIBLE SPOILERS, CONTINUE WITH CAUTION
but also take ghost!aemond after the war and the dance of the dragons. his soul finding solace in the place he felt the most serene when he was living
it took many years after the war between the blacks and the greens, being a direct decendent of prince daeron, great-grandchild of rhaenyra targaryen
in your youth, you swore you saw whisps of long blonde hair breezing past you in the corridors, catching you when you tripped but disappeared before you could finish blinking
you constantly told your father, god forbid even your mother brushed it aside as some form of your overactive imagination but you knew in your tiny bones that there was someone else aside from your siblings residing in the castle
it wasn't until you were old enough to lurk the castle on your own did you see him. a tall, slender man standing by the fireplace in the library that was meant to be offlimits per your fathers request.
"who are you?" you would ask him while his back was turned to you, only glancing at the slender curve of his jaw, the natural upward curl of his lips, the ever so faint peek of his dimples as a single violet eye glanced at you
he said no words as he silently glanced at the many spines that lined the shelves, his hands tightly woven behind his back, almost itching to touch one of the many literatures that even he had collected in his time of living
you constantly watched the types of literature he seemed to linger around, the philosophical texts catching your eyes, along with the history books that seemed untouched with the dust collecting around them.
"shall i read to you?" you asked, not waiting for an answer as you pulled a book from it's place, blowing off the dust as Aemond watched you curiously, eyes flickering between you and the fireplace as he remained planted in his spot.
The Tales of Old Valyria, his favorite.
it had then become a routine, you visiting the library when duties had been attended to, your eyes lighting up when you saw his slender back from your spot at the doorway. you had learned he was a man of very few words, only responding in gutteral hums and grunts in between words, but often tore his eyes away from the fire to glance at you when you stopped reading aloud
"you can sit, you know. you must be exhausted standing around for hours." you offered one time as aemond's bittersweet smirk grew on his face.
"not one for small conversations.. noted." you would whisper as you reached for another book, a newer one the maesters had brought in to graciously add to the collection you had now deemed as yours
"the song of fire and blood, they call it. about the legacy of the Targaryens... well not only us but others in the seven kingdoms. it is.. my current favorite. my father says it was about our ancestors, rhaenyra and her family." the very name causing aemond's body to tense as he looked at her from the corner of his eye
"my favorite is aemond targaryen, however. he's not entirely mentioned but-"
"he's considered a monster. maimed by his own kin. kinslayer. what much is there to warrent being a favorite?"
the first words he ever muttered to you. self-deprecating, loathing, bitter.
"you would be too if you were regarded only as the second son."
it was then aemond warmed up to you more, standing closer when you would read of their family's history, his history, interjecting every once in a while to put in his own comments, never having the heart to confess that it was truly him that had lived, breathed, killed in those moments.
not with the way you glanced at him like he held your entire world in his hands. not when he saw the sparkle in your eye when you greeted each other with fond smiles, the disappointment when you were called away, when you told him about your day as you twisted flower crowns for him with flowers you had stolen from the gardens stating 'if you detest the sun and the bushes then i shall bring it to you!' followed by his ghostly hand brushing through the small gift. reminding him once again that he was no longer with the living.
and suddenly the fire that roared in the fireplace felt colder than it already was
"it was said that aemond flew on the back of vhagar and brutally avenged his lost eye by slaying his nephew Lucerys Velaryon-"
"it was accidental."
"that he brutally stabbed both of lucerys' eyes out as they washed out on the shore."
"that never happened-"
"you speak as if you were there."
"and if i was? would you turn and flee? call me a monster like the maesters had?!"
"i- i don't understand.."
"no. you wouldn't. i wouldn't expect anything less from the third born child of a pathetic king."
he didn't know why- if it was the resentment in the bloody maesters that had painted him as a kinslaying craven, that he fathered bastards with a bastard witch of the strongs, that he.. he couldn't be there to grab your arm and prevent you from leaving the very room he was trapped in.
he cursed every single day you hadn't visted the library, watching each log slowly burn as he tried his best to release his anger, punching at the shelves, kicking the chairs, but nothing. not a single clatter besides the wind that whipped with every one of his swings.
only then did his head turn when he heard your quiet footsteps after weeks. not bothering to turn to face you as you both stood in silence.
"lucerys velaryon had stolen the eye of aemond targeryen on the night of laena valeryon's funeral. he had stolen the dragon, vhagar in the dead of night when everyone had been asleep and their kin followed and.. incidents followed."
"what are you talking about?"
"he had grown resentful of the bastard children of his half-sister, knowing fully well their father had bent and broken every rule imaginable and got away with nothing but a slap in the wrist. he grew resentful that he was maimed, considered a cripple, a spare to their eldest when he continued his duties for his family and for the realm while his brother fathered bastards, slept with any woman that could breathe with no reprocussions and was still crowned king."
"the slaying of lucerys velaryon was an accident that enthrailed consequences he could not bear.. he died as he lived. cold, angry.. alone." he whispered as he finally turned to you, finally stepping closer as he slowly took off the eyepatch adorned on his face, the bright sapphire still shining as the day he was blessed with it.
"but nothing felt as.. cold and alone as it had when you were absent. i would sacrifice lifetimes, live through those excruciating events again if i knew they all led me back to you.."
"what are you saying?"
"the aemond targeryen lived in blinded spite to all those who wrong him, but the aemond targaryen now.. wishes he lived to be closer to you." he whispered, a hand reaching out to caress the back of his fingers along your cheek, flinching when it did nothing but leave a cold touch past your skin.
it only came crashing down then that you realized, through all the corrected sentiments, the backhanded comments he had made whenever you read to him, he was there, and now that he had found a purpose worth living for, it was not his purpose to bear.
"time and the gods had been cruel to us. you.. you will soon marry, grow old and mother beautiful.. beautiful children. but as you read from them the history books like you had for me.. it matters not the legacy i had left behind, i could be a figment of myth, of imagination, i could not care less what others have thought of me. but what matters to me is that you never forget me, my sweet sapphire."
it sucks im so sorry
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BL Prompts - Chapter 29 Links
Prompt from Anonymous: A prompt from thai since that's only opened -song fic au of Jung Kook's Seven and the MV but it is Prapai and Sky couple.
Prompt from MacReid - Taiwanese Prompt for Be Loved in House. Yu Zhen/Shi Lei - sickfic. Yu Zhen gets cared for at home by Shi Lei after an episode of accidental poisoning. Maybe a flashback of his reaction to him discovering Yu Zhen ill.
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Prompt from MmeTournai: Can I request a sequel to chapter 11? Kang Gook/Tae Joo - Vampire AU. Thanks.
Prompt from Anonymous -Hi, just found out that your Japanese prompts are open, so I would like to ask for one, if possible ! I've recently rewatched Takumi-Kun series and would like to ask for something where Takumi broke up with Gii after he avoided him during their thried year (3rd movie) and Arata Misu and takumi pretended to date for a few weeks ? Happy ending, no matter which ship you want to gift us with. I'm craving angst atm. have a nice day !
Prompt from Stormborn_88 - I'd like to transfer the hurt/comfort of today to the next prompt :) Wen Kexing from Word of Honor safewording!
PS. yaih Finally didn't miss one of the open prompts with the new concept (which I really like!)
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