#the first time one of his nephews hugs him aegon *freezes*

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Ngl, but I really, really, really want Art!Egg to get hugged by like Ser Harwin or Leanor. Just a mentor, maybe pseudo not quite parental figure because let's face it. Aegon is kinda a cesspool of trauma. and I both want him to suffer a bit and get the comfort he deserves

so i tried to write a hug because you're right, egg is a cesspool of trauma and he deserves comfort to go with his suffering. he deserves a hug. he really do

...however.

i tried?

"Well done, Prince Aegon!" His goodbrother cheers, clapping him on the back with enough strength to tip him forwards.

Aegon turns a scowl at the knight. "I lasted five minutes," he mutters, and he knows that it's a feat. He knows that a boy of four and ten lasting five minutes against a blooded knight is a feat to be praised but he isn't just a boy of four and ten. Egg knows he can be better, knows he should be better than he is, but he keeps stumbling over growing limbs and arms that begin to shake too quickly and-

Ser Laenor laughs, bright and loud, and swings an arm over his shoulders as he leans in close. "You almost had me at points," the knight admits easily.

Distantly.

His ears are ringing, the sound of waves and steel nigh drowning all else out. The arm around his shoulders is warm, almost scalding, brands of flame flickering along his skin and he-

"I see why my boys speak so highly of your training," Ser Laenor is saying.

He wants to flinch away.

He can't move.

"...Prince Aegon?"

The arm shifts away, taking the burning-scalding-warmth with it, and a part of him keens for the loss. He wants to run. He wants that arm around his shoulders again and he-

Aegon swallows, marshalling every part of himself that is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot, and pretends this is normal. Pretends that his chest isn't aching for Wet Stick and Blue and his girls and the easy touches each of them gives.

He smiles and pretends he isn't going to burst out of his skin.

That he isn't hungry.

(Helaena doesn't like touch and that's fine, he understands. Egg has seen it before and he's proud that when his sister does want touch she'll curl into his side because she trusts him. Aemond doesn't care either way, not now he's growing.

he's not sure Viserys remembers they exist. any of them. Egg is fine with that, given that Rhaenyra has their father's favour and the King treats her like that. but the man has never hugged him in his memory

his mother had stopped once he could walk)

(Aegon hasn't had a touch that wasn't designed to hurt in so long-)

"I'll beat you next time, Ser Laenor," he says, his smile wide. He needs to leave-

His goodbrother stares at him and something dark flickers across his face. He opens his mouth, lifts his arm as if to reach out and-

Aegon doesn't run away.

He just has lessons that he needs to be in, right this moment.

#and i didn't like the ending verse #me @ egg: stand still and let your goodbrother hug you #egg: yeah i'm gonna run away now i've realised how touch starved i am #laenor: fucking hell this kid is messed up rhaenyra we're adopting your brother (and possibly your other siblings) #my fic #snippet #hotd #legend of the sword #look art went from having many people who touched easily and hugged and were just generally v physically affectionate #to mostly have aemond and helaena and that's pretty much it #the first time one of his nephews hugs him aegon *freezes* #which means that jace and luke think they've done something wrong and don't do it again

[writerscurse]

Possess your Heart | Aemond Targaryen x reader

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Word count: 2,422

Summary: Aemond and you used to be inseperable during your childhood. That was until you had to leave the Red Keep. 10 years later you come back, only to find him betrothed to another.

Warnings/tags: Angst, pining, mostly angst

‘Fuck off! All of you’, you shouted as you sprinted through the empty dragonpit, straight towards Aemond, that pig still standing before him. The other kids were laughing. God, how you hated them. You didn’t expect much from Jace and Luke, but not even his own brother would stand by his side.

You took off one of your shoes and threw it straight at Aegon’s head. 

‘Get out of here’, you shouted, darting towards him. His eyes widened and he rubbed his head where your shoe had hit him. As soon as he saw you, he dashed away, Jace and Luke right behind him.

Aemond just stood there, staring at the pig. You noticed tears in his eyes. Once you were close enough, you slowed down a little and instantly wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t hug you back, still too upset and angry at his brother and nephews. But you kept him close, not even caring about your bare toes freezing on the ground.

‘Ignore them, Aemond. They’re idiots. I just know you’ll find your dragon one day. And it’ll be better and bigger than all of theirs combined’, you whispered in his ear, gently stroking the back of your head. A sigh erupted from the boy in front of you and his arms finally came up to your waist, pulling you in tighter.

The young prince and you had always been close. Ever since your father had been summoned to the Red Keep to be part of King Viserys’ small council, you had grown up around the royal family. And you quickly developed a soft spot for the younger, silver-haired Targaryen in your arms. 

It seemed that he was always around. While his brother preferred to laze about or mess with his family, Aemond had always preferred to educate himself, to become a better person. You loved that about him. It was an innocent and childish love, but everyone in the castle could see that you two were meant for each other.

You would sit by his side in the library for hours, reading your books. Sometimes, Aemond would teach you a few words in High Valyrian, joking that if you were to be his princess one day, you would need to know more about his family’s history. It always made you blush and you knew that secretly he loved that.

Other days, you would watch him spar with Ser Criston Cole, practising his sword fighting skills. You would cheer on him, if he did well. Or you’d help him up, if he fell, always making sure he was okay. And whenever Ser Criston wouldn’t look, Aemond would hand you his sword, letting you play with it for a while and teaching you what new things he had learned. 

You knew his life wasn’t perfect and he often struggled a lot. But you were happy enough together. Until one day, your father was summoned back home and you had to leave the Red Keep.

10 years later

You smiled remembering all the good times you had at the Red Keep. Sure, your life back at home was fine, but you had always missed the bustle of King’s Landing. And you had missed your company. Nothing ever compared to the friendship you used to share with Aemond Targaryen. The thought of seeing him again made your heart jump. You couldn’t wait to finally arrive, get out of this damn carriage and wrap your arms around the man you had missed so much for the past 10 years.

And then you noticed the gates of the Red Keep. You were here. Any moment now. You felt the carriage come to a stop and the door was opened. Your father climbed out first, offering you his hand to guide you. Taking a deep breath, you straightened your dress, smiled at your father and finally stepped out of the carriage. 

Queen Alicent immediately came closer, greeting your father and then putting her hands on your shoulders, ignoring all protocol.

‘Y/N, how you have grown. It is wonderful to see you again’, the queen warmly smiled at you.

‘Your grace, I am pleased to be back’, you bowed before her, trying to be polite.

‘You’ll remember my children?’, she asked, stepping aside and revealing the rest of her family standing beside her.

‘Of course’, you responded and took a step towards them, noticing Aegon first, as he was closest to you. 

‘Prince Aegon, Princess Helaena, it is good to see you again. I congratulate you on your union’, you bowed before them. All of you knew that you were lying. You could never stand Aegon and he equally despised you. So both of them just nodded their heads, Helaena giving you a kind smile.

It was time for you to move on to the next person, you knew it would be Aemond. As soon as you laid eyes on him, a smile spread on your face. Of course, you had heard about that terrible incident that made him lose his eye. You had never liked Luke much, but knowing what he had done to Aemond, made you hate him. Not much to your surprise though, a missing eye didn’t change anything about it. Aemond was stunning. His tall figure towered over yours and the eyepatch gave him a mysterious aura that only intrigued you more. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, but it would have been improper. So you simply bowed before him. 

That’s when you noticed another person. Right beside Aemond, you saw a beautiful woman with long black hair. She must’ve been just a few years younger than the prince. Unsure of how to proceed, you moved over to her, when you saw Queen Alicent joining you.

‘Ah, yes. This is Lady Cassandra Baratheon, Aemond’s betrothed’, she announced, joy noticeable in her voice.

Your heart sank. Aemond was betrothed? How had nobody told you? A gasp escaped your mouth and you stared back at Aemond in disbelief. His gaze never met yours, but his clenched jaw line didn’t escape you. He desperately tried to ignore you. Not wanting to make a scene, you looked back at the woman before you.

‘My lady’, you bowed, ‘I am pleased to hear of your upcoming wedding.’

The words coming out of your mouth sounded rigid and forced, but you tried your best to smile at her. Sensing that the situation was a little tense, Queen Alicent ushered you all towards the doors and motioned for the servants to carry your belongings to your chambers. You hesitantly followed them, trying your best to ignore Aemond and Cassandra, before you made your way to your chambers to get ready for tonight’s feast.

A few hours later, you took a deep breath, as you stepped into the great hall. Most guests were already there and sharing conversations, laughing with each other, or just sipping from their cups. You were relieved at the realisation that nobody actually looked at you as you found your place by your father’s side. That was until you sat down and realised that Aemond’s seat was right in your line of vision and he was staring straight at you. You couldn’t read the look on his face but decided that given the circumstances of the situation it would be best to avoid his gaze. So you simply looked away, engaging in the conversation your father was sharing with the other noblemen sitting at your table.

‘My lady, may I ask for this dance?’, a voice behind you caught your attention after a while. You turned around to find the most beautiful stormy grey eyes staring right back at you. The tall man before you quite frankly took your breath away.

‘Of course, my lord…?’, you took his hand, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

‘Stark, Cregan Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N’, he gave you a gentle smile before placing his hand on your waist, softly swaying to the music. 

‘I see, you have heard of me?’, you grinned up at him, enjoying the attention.

‘Rumours of your beauty and kindness are heard all across the realm, my lady. Although, I must say you exceed any stories I have heard’, he mused.

‘You flatter me, Lord Stark’, you giggled. In truth, you were rather grateful for the distraction he provided and let him spin you around. A joyful laugh escaped your mouth until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘Lord Stark, I will take it from here.’

You froze immediately, recognising that voice.

‘My prince’, Cregan Stark bowed before you, giving you a sympathetic smile before he walked away.

You didn’t dare to look up when you felt Aemond’s hand on your waist, gently pulling you into him as you moved to the music. Your heart was beating heavily and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t used to being that close to him anymore. And as much as you hated the situation, you couldn’t deny the attraction you undoubtedly felt towards the one-eyed prince.

‘You look beautiful, Y/N’, he whispered. When you looked up at him, your breath got caught in your throat and you forgot how to speak. Seeing him brought back so many memories and secretly, you had hoped that meeting him again would go vastly different.

‘Have you lost your voice, little bird?’, he hummed, a smirk spreading on his face. The situation amused him. He clearly knew of the effect he had on you and pulled you closer to him. The feeling of his chest pressed against yours almost made you forget yourself and you struggled not to give in and lean your head on his shoulder.

Looking over to the Targaryen table, you noticed a set of deep brown eyes, staring at you. Cassandra’s hand tightly gripped her cup and she couldn’t stop staring at Aemond and you.

‘Your betrothed seems upset, my prince. I do not think she appreciates the attention you’re paying me’, you sighed, ready to pull back, but Aemond kept you firmly held against him, turning slightly so you wouldn’t be able to see Lady Cassandra anymore.

‘I merely wish to reconcile with my old friend’, Aemond leisurely stated, looking down at you.

‘Old friend’, you huffed, ‘is that what I am to you?’

This time you pulled away from him, simply staring at him, ignoring the eyes that were carefully watching you now.

‘Y/N, please. Not here. You can’t do this right now’, he muttered, trying to keep face.

You felt anger rising within you. You were angry at Aemond for being with someone else. Angry at your father for making you leave all those years ago. But mostly, you were angry at yourself for the stupid feelings that you couldn’t get rid of.

‘I can do whatever I want, Aemond’, you hissed, ‘in fact, I might go back to dancing with Lord Stark. He seemed much more delightful than you.’

Just as you were ready to stomp off towards the Stark table, you felt a hand around your arm and before you knew it, Aemond was dragging you out of the great hall and into the corridor. He looked around, and pulled you behind a large pillar with him, trying to make sure that you could have a quiet moment together.

‘Why are you acting like this?’, Aemond spat, his nostrils flared as he stared down at you. You were pushed against the pillar, stuck between him and the cold stone on your back. The closeness to him made your head swim and you almost forgot how angry you had just been.

‘Me? How do you think I felt? Coming back after all those years, finally seeing you again, hoping you would…’, you trailed off, trying to hold your deepest wishes back, ‘and then you stood there with her by your side.’

You waved your hands towards the door, tears welling up in your eyes.

‘Oh Y/N’, Aemond sighed, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to be there for you, but he knew he had other duties now.

‘And you know what hurts the most? I want to hate you. I really do. But I just can’t. I lo-’, you caught yourself before you could say it. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, realising what you had just done.

His expression matched yours. Sadness and shock covered his face. His thumb still gently stroked your face and you caught yourself leaning into his touch. He took a step forward, his body now pressed against yours. You could feel his breath on your face.

‘Don’t hold back’, he whispered, his voice so soft, you almost couldn’t hear it, ‘nobody can see us.’

And within the blink of an eye, you pressed your lips against his. Your hands came up to his neck, your fingernails digging into his long hair, softly scratching at the back of his head. It was a desperate kiss. The bitterness from years of longing for him and then coming back to see him lost to another was pouring out of you. Your lips moved against his in unison and his thumb was digging into your cheek. His other arms came up to your waist, pulling you even closer into him. A deep growl escaped his lips and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide over his lips and teeth, fighting his tongue for domination. A soft moan fell from your lips.

And suddenly you realised what you were doing. Your eyes opened wide and you pulled yourself away from him. Breathing heavily, you brought your fingers up to your lips and just stared at him in shock. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. Aemond wasn’t yours to be with. 

‘Y/N’, he tried, taking a step forward and reaching out to you, but you just shook your head. 

Taking a deep breath, you fought back the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. Another deep breath and you took a step forward, approaching the fragile looking prince before you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders. Standing on your toes, you leaned in and gently pressed a loving kiss on his cheek, just below his scar. 

‘I love you, Aemond. Always’, you sighed before turning around and walking away from him.

That was the last time you had ever seen Aemond.

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Paper Hearts (I signed it with love from me to you)

Aemond ‘one-eye’ Targaryen x Jacaerys ‘Jace’ Velaryon

Modern au

Part 1/2

Warning: bad writing

Soft Aemond.

Unrequited love.

Cute Heleana.

Daemyra mentioned.

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Jace loves flowers. But he’s allergic.

💐.💐

Aemond hates paper cuts. But he loves Jace.

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“You know, Even if you cut your own heart out and shape it into a flower,” Aegon snatched one of the paper roses he had finished , inspecting it for a second and then throwing it back to the table carelessly.”Our dear nephew won’t reciprocate your feelings .”

Their nephew, since a young age had a fascination towards flowers. The natural beauty of it just captured his heart. But Jacaerys learned one day, when Daemon had gifted his mother,Rhaenyra ,a huge bouquet of red roses for their anniversary ; that he was allergic. Not a pretty sight.

So his little ole self made a origami flower at school, a crappy one if he remembers correctly kinda weird looking, and gave it to Jace. The way Jace eye lit up like fireworks took his breath away and when Jace hugged him, Daemon had to pull his son away so Aemond could breathe .

Aemond always came in second in everything but he was the first to make his nephew smile so big and eyes sparkle. So he mastered in origami over the years just for him. Paper cuts were and are a bitch. But it didn’t matter to Aemond.

Aemond had years of practice of shutting out Aegons harsh words . Everything that came out of his mouth goes into his left ear and leaves his right. This time it’s about Jace. Everything is different when it’s about Jace.

His fingers freezes, along with his heart. Only for a second, Aemond can’t let his brother know that his words affected him. Aegon and Heleana were the only ones that knew of his feelings for Jace. Helaena didn’t judge him. Aegon is a different story.

“He’s too infatuated with that guy, what’s his name, Corg Stork.” Aegon snorted. Not bothering him that Aemond was trying his best to ignore him.

Aemond would really love to bash his brother head on the table. But he won’t , Heleana would get scared and she might tell Jace. He balled his fist until his knuckles turn white and the red paper crumbles in his grasp.

Aemond knew exactly who he was talking about. His nephew’s friend that always seem to be around , Aemond loathe seeing that guy. The near mention of his name with Jace’s made him see red.

Aemond kept his jaw clenched tight and shifted in his seat.

“Don’t know what he sees in that guy. He’s no Aemond Targaryen.” Aegon eyes widen comically and shook his head in false despair of feeling bad for his little brother. His lips began to curl, Aegon glances at Helena, who shakes her head pleadingly, that just makes Aegon smile wider.

“Then again, He has two eyes.” Aegon shrugs as if saying ‘What can you do’.

Aegon loves to remind him with his stupid childish jokes that he had only one eye. As if Aemond needed reminding because the eyepatch wasn’t enough. Aemond slammed his hands on the table, Aegon jumped out of his reach and a thrill runs inside him seeing Aegon eyes flash in fear as he ran behind their sister.

Aegon mumbles quietly to her ‘protect me’ and his sweet trapped sister looks at him not knowing what to do. The fucker knew he wouldn’t do anything with Heleana in the way.

Aemond simply hums ,a constant habit of his, and leaves the room.Desperately in need of air. His ear pick up soft footsteps that he instantly knew belonged to Helena .

“I snitched. Mother grounded him.” Helena smiled proudly knowing she made Aegon pay for hurting her brother feelings. Aemond returned the smile and thanked her. She sat down with him and played with a ladybug she found .

“ Aemond, don’t believe Aegon’s cruel words.” Helena broke the silence. She gave him a soft smile , in her outstretched palm stood the ladybug. Aemond accepted the ladybug, confused.

“I will tell you a secret…but you can’t tell no one,” She says timidly. Embarrassingly, he points out his pinky finger with hers.

“Jacaerys said butterfly…” Heleana whispers.

“…….what?” Aemond lift his brows confused. Is he suppose to know what that meant. Is it a code?

Helena explains to him about the sleepover that Rhaena and Baela invited her , girls only, Aemond remebers how big his sister smiled and how all she can talk about was that sleepover. Heleana didn’t have many friends. Aemond could count them with one hand. Baela , Rhaena and Jacaerys.

Helena explained how Jace and Luke ended up crashing the sleepover , Baela and Rhaena only let the both boys stay if they agree to let the girls do their makeup. Aemond tried to not sound that desperate when he asked Helena if she possibly had pictures of Jace that night.

Helena just gave him a side eye glance, and ignored his question , too invested in telling her story to deal with Aemond crushing on Jacaerys. Aemond is not embarrassed. She got to the part where Rhaena brought up the topic of boys and girls.

“Baela said that we could get any girl or guy since we were all tens… It got me confused … I’m not 10 years old ….but Jace explained and then we played butterflies and spiders with the yearbook!”

Aemond tried not to look dumbfounded at the useless information Heleana was proudly sharing but all he got was how much fun she had at the sleepover. Aemond wondered if it was her plan to distract him from exploiting of anger and doing something reckless . It was useless because Aemond is back to square one.

He felt stupid for getting his hopes up. Of course Jace wouldn’t have feelings for his uncle. It’s wrong to have feelings for a nephew. Even if his mind supply with the information about Daemon and Rhaenyra .

His guts twisted in embarrassment and felt his fingers twitch to pick on his skin.

“Here’s your ladybug. I’m happy you had a great time with Rhaena and Baela.”Standing up, Aemond brushed the dust from his jeans and hoped his voice didn’t show how he felt. Angry, embarrased, confused, stupid.

“But….”

He kisses her forehead and heads back inside and straight to his room. He jumps into bed and shuts the world out.

Jace said butterfly. What the hell did that mean. It’s confusing the shit out of him.

Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly.

Aemond dreams of Jace, flowers, and butterfly’s.

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Aemond decided it’s time to move on. He’s been stuck with these feelings since he was 12. And in these years Jace didn’t magically fall in love with him. His plan was to avoid Jace , except it was kind of hard since they were related and went to the same school. To prove his point right now Jace stood in front of him looking annoyingly cute.

And since he was trying to not focus on how cute his nephew looked, he had to get his nephew eyes off of him.

“Here.” Aemond threw him the paper butterfly he worked on in English class instead of paying attention. Stupid butterfly couldn’t leave his head.

“No flowers today?” Jace held the butterfly between his fingers.

“I think it’s time to give up on that stupid hobby.” It time to give up on these stupid feelings I have for you. It’s what he really meant.

“It’s not stupid.” Jace said seriously . His eyes were back on Aemond. Shit. Why were they looking at him so……..

“Hmm” Aemond went with aloofness. He shouldn’t care what Jace thinks either way.

“Thank you for the butterfly.”Jace smiled as he tugged on Aemond’s sleeve like a little child wanting attention.

Aemond cracked and smiled back at him. How can he not, when Jace is looking up at him all cute with his pretty smile. It was his first day of trying to get over him, and it was going to shit. Aemond points to the paper butterfly and tries to tell him about what Heleana told him.

“Helena told me about the butterflies and spid—“

Jace smile falls . His mouth falls open and looks mortified. His nephew brown eyes are so wide they seem ready to fall out .Aemond’s own smile vanish. Jace cuts him off ,“SHE TOLD YOU!”Jace yells again, “Oh my God!, She promised!”

“Jace—“

Jace face turn red , it quickly followed to his ears and down to his neck. Jace looked embarrass and ashamed. Aemond try to grab him , to make him look at him , to get him to explain what was wrong that Heleana told him about the butterfly and spiders.

But Jace just runs . Aemond loses him in the crowd of other students. Jace was short so he could easily hide.His own face turn pink when he realize people were staring at him, probably when Jace screamed.

Aemond gave them all a glare. Maybe it’s a good time to leave. His shoe steps on something making him stop. Aemond takes a step back and peers down . He crouches down and picks up the butterfly . Jace dropped it.

“What did you tell the poor guy to scare him off? Your feelings for him?”Aegon pops out of nowhere, staring at the direction where Jace fleed, resting his elbow on Aemond shoulder.

Aegon should’ve graduated by now but he flunked all his classes.

“Aegon, brother , if you don’t learn to keep your stupid comments to yourself , I will literally murder you.”Aemond pushes Aegon off of him and throws him a menacing glare.

“Oh ,ok ,but for Jace your all sappy and nice but to your older brother —-”Aemond pretends to throw a punch making Aegon flinch “Sorry!” He screeches.

He pretends to not hear Aegon mumble behind him,’Anger problem much?’.

What the hell was that? Maybe Heleana was on to something. Butterfly and spider. He had to investigate. Aemond thought.

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Next part will be in Jace pov.

Sidenote: Thoughts?? What do you guys think butterfly and spider is ???? It’s a game but what game?????

Do you guys think Jace has feelings for Aemond or nah??? Thoughts on Heleana lowkey judging Aemond for being too thirsty???lol

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