Anonymous asked:
could you maybe write an aemond/wife reader fic where they are getting ready for a yule ball and going to it idk idk just a little thought love ur work <3
Hi my love, I wrote something similar, just the breakfast with the family the morning of Yule or Jōl as it was originally known as in Scandinavia :)
I'm writing this at 3 am because Aemond will not get out of my head like...bruh.
Word count: 600
Aemond x reader | Daeron and Aegon have fun | breakfast with the fam
You took a heavy swig of mulled wine, your mind still in a sleepy haze as you sat at the dining table with your family. It looked festive with glittering decorations upon the stone walls and the grand hearth hosted a cozy crackling fire.
Your eyes cut over to where your husband sat. Aemond looked quite as tired as you felt, though he gave you a sly smile when your gazes met. Heat rising to your cheeks you looked hastily away. You felt his hand rest upon your knee beneath the table.
"I know why I am so tired." Aegon observed the two of you over the brim of his crystal goblet. "What's your reason?"
Daeron watched you and Aemond with interest as well, clearly taking mental notes as always of what Aemond was about to say.
"We got little rest, Aegon." Aemond said shortly, hiding a secret smile as he too took a sip of wine.
The rest of the family had yet to arrive, so far it was just you, Aemond, Aegon and Daeron. Aegon seemed intent on capitalizing on this fact, he snorted into his cup. "So, it was a productive night then?"
Daeron looked confused a moment, his lilac eyes swiveling between the three of you before they widened slightly. "Oh."
"Yes, 'oh', dear brother." Aegon chuckled heartily as Aemond shared an annoyed look with you. "With luck you too will be able to arrive exhausted to the Yule breakfast with your lady."
"Aegon that's enough."
"Aemond, I swear to the Seven, you don't know how to have fun."
"Oh no, he does." You interjected, grinning behind your napkin as you delicately dabbed the corners of your wine-stained lips. "Of that rest assured."
You were pleased that your words seemed to leave the eldest prince speechless, a light pink dusting Aemond's high cheekbones as well. Daeron looked fascinated.
Your eyes found the dancing flames of the fireplace, though all you saw was the memories of the previous night. Aemond's arms wrapped around you, your mouth on his body, the taste of him, feeling him as he moved inside y-
With a jolt you were yanked back to reality as the double doors opened to admit the rest of the family. Helaena entered first with her children, Alicent, Otto and even Cole followed close behind.
"Happy Yule, my loves." Alicent beamed at everyone as they tucked themselves into the lavish feast as it was brought out by the servants. "I, for one, cannot wait for the tourney events this afternoon."
You glanced over at Aemond, meeting his violet eye and grinning at his displeased expression.
"Yes, Aemond. You're going to participate." Alicent was watching him as well.
Aemond gave her a nod, his hand on your knee clenched involuntarily and you giggled. He loathed tourneys.
Aegon looked uninterested, Helaena gave an excited little clap.
Daeron grinned at Aemond with obvious admiration. "I am to compete as well! Perhaps we shall even spar against each other!"
You nudged Aemond beneath the table and he spared a small smile for his younger brother. "That would make it more bearable, Daeron."
"Rhaenyra and her children are arriving this afternoon as well." Otto said. "The Velaryon boys will be competing in the sparring match today."
"They will present no challenge at all." Daeron piped up.
"You have not yet met them!" Alicent laughed at her youngest's confidence.
"Aemond told me everything I need to know!" Daeron puffed out his chest trying to sneak a drink of wine, but Alicent caught him with a glare.
"See what you've done?" You whispered to your husband, who was not bothering to hide his grin now as he looked fondly at Daeron.
"I do." Pride dripped from Aemond's voice as he leaned into you, placing a chaste kiss to your temple as you rolled your eyes. "I find myself not so put off by the tourney after all."
Gods help those Velaryon boys.
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