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caught at a crossroads

prince regent!aemond targaryen x stark!reader

summary: while seeking safe passage down the Kingsroad to Dragonstone, you travels come to a halt. word count: 1.5k a/n: i would consider a part 2 if people are interested warnings: AFAB reader, mentions of violence and death

The journey thus far had been so silent with hardly any issues arising. Twelve men at your aid - six Stark men and six Queen's Guard - were ready to lay down their lives to safely deliver you to Dragonstone. After the eldest of Rhaenyra's sons came to call upon your brother in haste, an alliance was formed through the most sworn occasion. A marriage between the Queen's firstborn and Cregan Stark's only sister would tie your houses together.

Cregan and Rhaenyra had reached such a favorable outcome for the people whom they cared about most. Still, Cregan understood the dangers that came with swearing an oath to the Black council. If the Green's went North, he did not want you to fall into their capture. As such, an agreement was made that the young Lady Stark was welcome to reside on Dragonstone, within the sacred walls of House Targaryen.

Passage of the Kingsroad was a risk for anyone who dared to use. Miles of the path lived anarchic tribes that cared little for the proper laws of the land. With this in mind, the band of men were forged together to keep you safe from those on the road, and from those who would come to hear of the betrothal.

Already, your group had been riding for eight days, traveling south. They decided to avoid traversing the Westerlands, things swaying off the main road would do little to help if word ever got to King's Landing. It was better to take the faster route so that they could escort you quickly to proper safety. Instead, your path would take a slight risk. You would cross over the trident and pass through the villages on the outskirts of Harrenhal.

Harrenhal and its neighboring lands had become greatly abused during the war. The entirety of the Riverlands had been battered and bruised with forests of ash becoming more regular by the day. It was rumored that Prince Aemond Targaryen had laid siege to the region in reaction to the loss of his nephew, Jaehaerys. If you could lay low and stay away from the rotation of troops that came through the area, the remainder of your journey would be guaranteed safety.

At first, the ambush seemed to be nothing. Just a few bandits who were looking to start trouble. Yet when they drew blades of Valyrian steel, your guards had alerted you to seek cover. Metal crashed against metal, the sound echoing through the forest. Luckily, being a northern girl, you had some natural knack for survival. Swiping a jagged rock off the ground, you first hid behind the cart your band had been traveling in.

From the position, you could see how furiously your enemies brandished their swords. The experienced men of the King's Guard had no issue holding their own against the fierce warriors. However, the youngest of the Stark men was the first to meet his fate as a guard slashed his throat open. A broken cry had escaped past your lips, watching the body fall to the earth below. You had recognized him as kin to your dressing maid, a good boy, now dead.

As another Stark man fell, you took this as a warning sign to advance further into the woods. Gripping the stone, you slunk away from the makeshift camp and towards a mixed assortment of oak and evergreen trees. The candle in your lantern would soon be snuffed out by its own wax, but it did aid to light your path. Behind you, more men continued to fight and fall. However, huffs of aggression and assertion echoed towards your ears. The enemies were advancing.

"The scouts said there were thirteen," A voice barked out, "Find the last man. We must know what the Black's are planning."

Quickly, you moved behind the trunk of a large oak tree and immediately blew out your candle. There was just enough bush to keep you covered unless someone was searching intently or you gave any sign. If you stayed silent, maybe they would brush over you.

However, you heard the grunts of one of your guards, his gravely voice panting as you heard him being drug down the road, "Who is your final man? Where were you going?"

A low chuckle resounded from his chest, "Queen Rhaenyra's army is growing, and soon she will march on King's Landing and the Usurper."

As you went to peak upon the seen, you heard the sound of a sword being drawn and plunged through the guard's neck. Now all your guards were dead. You were alone in the Riverlands. Alone in the Riverlands with a two-day journey to Dragonstone ahead of you. If you could make it through the night.

Footsteps filled the area surrounding where you kept hidden. The width of the tree and the bush serve you well to keep you hidden in the dark of the night. With baited breath, you remained on edge, hoping they would soon give up.

"Ser Cole," A guard called out to his superior, "We have reason to believe the thirteenth traveler is a woman. If the raven from this morning is true, then I believe it could be-"

"I'll alert the prince," The other man replied shortly.

Nearly an hour passed with little disruption. Only the chittering of the forest kept you company. That was until a sinister voice echoed through the trees.

"Little wolf... Where are you hiding?"

So they were fully aware of who you were, but they still didn't know where you were hidden.

"C'mon, little wolf, if we don't catch you here, we certainly will before you are ever able to reach Dragonstone."

The voice held some familiarly to you. Though deeper and more confident, the rhythm and tone reminded you of just a few years ago. Your first and only visit to the Capitol.

It had been the King's 65th name day had approached and your father had decided that the three of you would all take the journey to King's Landing. While visiting, you had the honor of meeting the King's children from his second wife. His eldest son, Aegon, and his sister-wife, Haelena, the youngest, Daeron, and lastly, the owner of the current voice...

Prince Aemond Targaryen

"The hunter has become the prey it seems..." He called out to you once more, "It's been quite a few years, little wolf, won't you do me the honor of reuniting?"

Your heartbeat began to increase, hammering against your chest. Part of you feared that he could hear it pumping in your chest, or even the panting of your uneven breaths.

Silence returned to the wood, and you knew it might be your only opportunity to move until morning. As you moved to stand, a twig crunched beneath your boot. A moment later footsteps could be heard running in your direction. It was time to act, time to find a nice place to hide. Your feet carried you quickly and lightly through the forest floor, the feeling similar to chasing your brother through the Godswood as children. A feeling of hope grew in your chest...

Only to be crushed when a sword glinted in the moonlight. You came to a scathing halt as Aemond stepped out from behind one of the trees. His platinum hair and sapphire eye reflected bits of pale light as he observed your movements, "Ah... Lady Stark..."

"Prince Aemond," The lady quickly straightened her posture.

The man sheathed his sword as he approached the lone Stark lady, "Seems you haven't heard the news, it's Prince Regent, now. Though you would know that if you were where you belonged in Winterfell."

"I-" You attempted to stutter out.

"Yes?" Aemond smirked, knowing that he had you practically cornered, "Well, my lady, it seems you should come with me. It is dangerous for a Lady like yourself to be unaccompanied on the King's Road."

Aemond stepped forward which in turn caused you to take a step back. His smirk only remained at this behavior from you, the excitement of it all getting to him. Another step forward and he snatched one of your wrists in his large, callused hand. He tugged you forward to keep you close and minimize your attempts to run.

"I have a promise of safe passage, it's... it's a royal decree," You stuttered out as his glare only continued to intensify, "I have the right to go to my intended destination."

In an instant, his smirk fell quickly, "Your intended destination or your intended betrothed?"

Everything began to piece together as he continued, "That's right, my lady. I received word this morning that a dozen Stark men and traitors were seen along the Kingsroad escorting a young woman. This news arrived shortly after news about my Strong nephew's marriage approached, I simply connected the dots. But it's alright, little wolf, you are now a welcome guest at Harrenhal."

Your head shook at his words, "No, no, I-"

"It wasn't an invitation," Aemond quickly interjected as he pulled you closer, "By royal decree of Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen, you are my guest until I see fit to dismiss you."

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caught at a crossroads

prince regent!aemond targaryen x stark!reader

"The scouts said there were thirteen," A voice barked out, "Find the last man. We must know what the Black's are planning."

However, you heard the grunts of one of your guards, his gravely voice panting as you heard him being drug down the road, "Who is your final man? Where were you going?"

A low chuckle resounded from his chest, "Queen Rhaenyra's army is growing, and soon she will march on King's Landing and the Usurper."

"Ser Cole," A guard called out to his superior, "We have reason to believe the thirteenth traveler is a woman. If the raven from this morning is true, then I believe it could be-"

"I'll alert the prince," The other man replied shortly.

Nearly an hour passed with little disruption. Only the chittering of the forest kept you company. That was until a sinister voice echoed through the trees.

"Little wolf... Where are you hiding?"

So they were fully aware of who you were, but they still didn't know where you were hidden.

"C'mon, little wolf, if we don't catch you here, we certainly will before you are ever able to reach Dragonstone."

The voice held some familiarly to you. Though deeper and more confident, the rhythm and tone reminded you of just a few years ago. Your first and only visit to the Capitol.

Prince Aemond Targaryen

"The hunter has become the prey it seems..." He called out to you once more, "It's been quite a few years, little wolf, won't you do me the honor of reuniting?"

Your heartbeat began to increase, hammering against your chest. Part of you feared that he could hear it pumping in your chest, or even the panting of your uneven breaths.

"Prince Aemond," The lady quickly straightened her posture.

The man sheathed his sword as he approached the lone Stark lady, "Seems you haven't heard the news, it's Prince Regent, now. Though you would know that if you were where you belonged in Winterfell."

"I-" You attempted to stutter out.

"I have a promise of safe passage, it's... it's a royal decree," You stuttered out as his glare only continued to intensify, "I have the right to go to my intended destination."

In an instant, his smirk fell quickly, "Your intended destination or your intended betrothed?"

Your head shook at his words, "No, no, I-"

"It wasn't an invitation," Aemond quickly interjected as he pulled you closer, "By royal decree of Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen, you are my guest until I see fit to dismiss you."

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prince regent era will have me on my knees

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he’s baaaaaack

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interviewer: vhagar, one of the largest dragons of westeros —

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DADDY’S HOME!!!

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and the award for most beautiful character arc in all of cinema goes to:

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in and out of wanting us

modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader halloween special

summary: hanging out on the outskirts of a Halloween party, Aemond pulls together enough courage to invite you up to his room. word count: 1.7k warnings: mention of drugs/drug use, mention of alcohol, fingering, dirty talk, sarcasm, afab!reader, MDNI, 18+ a/n: I just wanted to write something for my boy for Halloween - based on the song erase me by lizzy mcalphine

The off-kilter feeling never seemed to escape your body. Though you had never been a party animal, you could at least find some enjoyment in attending the functions held by friends, peers, or wherever your friends had dragged you off it. With it being Halloween weekend in your senior year of university, all of your friends pledged to make it the most memorable of all. The original plan was to spend each night out partying until the morning, sleeping all day, and doing it again.

However, on the third night, you find yourself just out of it. Your friends had been fantastic - hyping you up and hosting a great pre-game. But as you looked around crowded rooms at faces that you had seen the previous two nights, the usual satisfying mixture of booze and dancing didn’t linger. Sure, you could indulge further, but the typical two tequila shots were really all you wanted to settle for.

At some point, your friend Sara approached you with a tempting smirk - her pen displayed between two fingers. Some assistance from a hit would smother out the intense flame inside of your head and heart. It wasn’t typical for you to mix two vices, however, the urge to slip away and forget the reality around you couldn’t hurt for one night.

Now you stood against the fence lining the backyard, one arm crossed as the other lazily scrolled through your phone. If the all-black spy costume didn't ward people off, then the unpleasant expression that lived on your face certainly did. From their perspective, you were intimidating and mysteriously unapproachable. Though you lost concern for the perception of others, lost in the digital world you occupied your time with.

“Mind if I sulk here with you?” His voice cut through the chill of the night and immediately grabbed your attention.

You lifted your gaze to catch a glimpse of the intruder, face void of emotion, “I’m not sulking.”

He chuckled slightly at your quick defense, his hands now buried in his pockets, “Could’ve fooled me…”

Aemond Targaryen back against the fencing, head lulled back as he gazed up overhead. He was also dressed in all-black clothing which wasn’t too far off from his typical everyday chosen outfits. The large black trench coat had clearly been tailored for him, though the touches of the necklace and sunglasses choice had clearly been selected by his sister, Helaena. She had dressed him up as Neo from The Matrix, as it was all he had in his closet, or at least that’s what you had overheard. All in all, the costume suited him.

“What’s your reason for sulking?” You questioned.

“Just bored,” he shrugged, letting out an aspirated sigh, “Needed a place to breathe.”

You nodded, pushing yourself off the wall, “Understandable. I’ve been thinking of leaving for a minute now.”

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you were unsure of if you really expected an answer from him. Though you and Aemond knew each other relatively well and shared a few classes in your schedule, you still didn’t know him on a personal level. And not many people did besides his family.

“Taking the Irish exit? Or do you need to say goodbye to Charlie’s other angels first?” He raised a questioning brow, motioning to your costume.

His usual arrogance didn't sit well with you. The eye-roll you responded with made that clear. Silence hung between the two of you though the thumping music of the party continued.

Other stragglers had made their way into the yard. Some chose to take photos, others were hanging in their smoke circle, and another couple occupied a corner that didn’t hide their provocative activities very well.

“They should really get a fucking room.”

“I can show you up to mine,” He cheekily followed up.

The quick statement should have been enough to make your jaw drop. Aemond had never been so forward with anyone, and no one else had the confidence to approach you with such a question. And though every alarm seemed to be going off in your head, you silenced them with a taunting question.

“And why would I want to do that?” You turned towards him, attention fully focused on the lean silver-haired man before you.

He took a small step closer, eyes flickering over your face, “I’m bored. You’re bored. And I stole a joint from Aegon, so…”

“I didn’t know you smoked, Targaryen,” You cocked your head to one side in mock surprise.

If it weren’t for the twitch of the corners of his lips, you’d have thought him indifferent to the statement, “I could say the same for you. What do you say?”

“Fine.”

After making your way back inside and sneaking around the piercing gaze of the university gossipers, Aemond tugged you up the stairs and into his room. It was decently sized for a college bedroom and well-decorated. It was inexplicably presentable in a way that only he could perfect.

With ease, he stripped himself of the black trenchcoat, neatly placing it in his closet once more. He stood in the closet a moment more before chucking a navy crewneck in your direction, “Here.”

Luckily, you managed to catch the clothing item before it could hit the floor, “I didn’t ask for this-”

“You were shivering during our entire conversation,” Aemond cut you off, looking at you from his closet door, “You’re welcome.”

Instead of thanking him, you nodded your head. The material of the crewneck was soft and thick, clearly well-made and cared for. Nothing surprising. Without a second thought, you tugged it over your head.

Once comfortable, you took a seat at the edge of his Queen bed. Part of you expected him to drop the stoic persona and relax. Though he did no such thing. Aemond remained propped up against the closet door, observing your movements. He didn’t seem to care that you caught him doing so either.

After a moment more of silence, you finally spoke up, “You’ve got a nice room. It’s really well-kept…”

“For a college guy,” Aemond easily finished your sentence.

Embarrassed by his correct assumption, you simply nodded your head. Suddenly, the carpet beneath you was the most interesting thing in the room. God, this is ridiculous, you thought. Before you is a man that nearly every girl would like to find in their bed and you just gave him an unintentional backhanded compliment.

Your thoughts held your attention until a calloused slid down the length of your jawline, then guided your head up to gaze a him. You felt caught underneath his gaze, holding your breath just in case. The smirk that played at his lips caught you off guard as he released his hold. As Aemond moved back toward his desk, he continued the conversation, “I didn’t take you as one to smoke.”

“Dito,” you nodded, feeling comfortable once more. Taking in a deep breath, you leaned back onto your hand, observant eye still following him, “But I also thought you were a party vampire, yet here we are…”

A low chuckle escaped him, but it wasn’t quite sarcasm, “You’re funny,” Aemond turned around, approaching you once more. He held his own pen, taking a hit of it while keeping eye contact. Once he released it from his lips, he lowered the device to offer it out to you.

Feeling a rush of confidence, you accepted taking a hit but felt the urge to tease him. Your lips wrapped around the device as Aemond still held it, expecting him to hit the button for you. He quickly took the hint and held it down as you breathed in. Once taking your own hit, you looked up at him and exhaled in his direction. It felt slightly intimate and a warmth fluttered into your chest. Still, Aemond appeared to enjoy your boldness.

Aemond’s hand quickly returned to cradle your jaw, “Why don’t you ever fight for my attention?”

“Why should I fight for what I already have?” You replied up at him.

His eye seemed to be scanning yours for permission, your tightlipped smirk serving as all the approval he required.

With ease, he bent down and captured your lips in stride. A rush flushed through your body, an interesting mix of desire and your high building inside of you. There was something so right about this that you couldn’t help but tug him closer.

A moment later Aemond conceded to catch his breath, “Eager, I see?”

“I don’t think I’m the only one that’s eager,” you chuckled, slightly tugging at the hem of his shirt. Instead of immediately removing it, he stood up, taunting you. Taking the bait, you stood and helped him get it off, peppering kisses against the pale skin of his neck.

Both of you broke apart to kick off your shoes, and when you stood once more, he caught you by surprise. Aemond caught your belt loops and pulled you back toward his frame. He brushed all your hair over to one side and began to nip at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. A small gasp escaped your lips, causing him to trail his kisses and bites up your neck. One large hand then came to press against your abdomen and began to slowly crawl down. As his hand disappeared into the waistline of your pants, he began to nibble on your ear.

Aemond thoroughly enjoyed the small whimpers escaping past your lips in reaction to his hand. He moved your thing to the side, tracing over your lips teasingly. He’d dip them into, only to pull them out and cup your mound. This continued until his was satisfied of the slick he spread between your legs. Two fingers then delved between your folds again, brushing over your clit, which caused a shudder to run down your spin. His hand then retreated, only for him to bring it to his mouth in order to taste your slick, “How lovely…”

Your head and body felt completely disconnected from reality. But Aemond was there, keeping you tethered to him. It was everything you really needed.

“Don’t worry, love. We’re just getting started,” Aemond led you back toward his bed, “And this will not be a one-time thing…”

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