Harry Potter Game Of Thrones Slash Oneshots

by slayer of destiny

A collection of oneshot Slash pairing with the Game of Thrones men and Harry Potter, with the potential to become longer stories. Strong language and Spoilers for the Game Of Thrones series.

13. HarryAemond (House of the Dragon)

Aemond sat looking around the room, his family all together for the first time in years. Though it was a little awkward amongst them, it was going better than he had expected it to go, no one was dead yet at least, and there had been no blood spilled this time.

His eye fell on his sister Rhaenyra and her husband, their uncle, Daemon laughing together about something, her hand resting on her pregnant belly absently as they leaned towards each other as they talked. He had had doubts about whether Daemon truly loved Rhaenyra having never really seen them interact together, he had thought the marriage had been a power play on the side of their uncle to finally get his hands on the crown. He had heard the stories of what the 'rogue prince' had pulled before and just after Aemond had been born, and he had heard about how he had reacted when Rhaenyra had been named their father's heir, officially kicking Daemon down the line of succession. But seeing the way that their uncle looked at his sister, the way he held her hand as they talked, the way that they gravitated towards each other, it was clear that he loved her. Aemond wouldn't rule out power having sweetened the deal, but there was no doubt that they loved each other greatly.

Aemond leaned back in his seat and picked up his goblet to take a drink from his as his eye fell over his father, the King was dying. Everyone knew it but no one wanted to admit it because of the potential of what that meant, the country was balancing on a knife edge and the only thing holding it together was the dying man who was sitting stooped and small in his seat as his eyes moved over them all, similar to how Aemond was looking around them, but his father was seeing it in a far more rose-tinted way, he was looking at them with nostalgia and that naive hope that he had.

Aemond's mother had her lips pinched together as she ate and looked over Rhaenyra's group again and again and again, her eyes always coming back to Rhaenyra. His mother had only ever spoken about how his sister would hurt them once she was queen, how they had to be careful because they were a threat to her and the minute she had power they would all be in danger, it was the reason he had taken the risk all those years ago and claimed Vhagar as his dragon. The threat coming for them was massive, and he needed a massive dragon, the biggest and oldest left alive to protect those that he loved. His mother didn't speak of before her marriage to their father, before this division between her and his sister, but he knew from speaking to those from around the castle that they had been friends, and Aemond thought that this hatred his mother had come from the love that she had borne for his sister. It was bitter and shriveled now, and there was very little that would mend the rift between his mother and Rhaenyra.

His eye flicked over his grandfather, sitting there straight-backed and scanning over everyone close to him, watching them, planning as always. His eye flicked between his mother and grandfather, and then moved to Aegon, where his brother was already deep in his cups and only getting deeper. Aemond loved his brother, but he was also realistic, and Aegon was a fool and useless, too obsessed with his own pleasure, his own wants and desires, too lazy to do anything that he was meant to, too lazy to put in the effort, charm and work needed to stay in a good place at court and maintain their position.

Aemond wasn't stupid, he had heard the whispers behind closed doors when he had hidden away so that he could hear them. His grandfather planned on putting Aegon on the throne, and his mother planned on putting Aegon on the throne. When their father died they planned to ensure that Rhaenyra would not hear about it on Dragonstone until it was too late and Aegon was already crowned. It was going to lead to nothing but war and destruction, and it was going to be up to the gods as to who won.

Aegon was not meant to be a King despite his name, and he was going to be the ruin of their family if he did take the throne. There wasn't anyone less suited to the role than he, and Aemond thought that if their birth order had been different then his side of the family may have stood a chance of winning the civil war that would come with the death of their father, and that wasn't arrogance talking, more it was the sad truth about how utterly pathetic and useless Aegon was. Crowning Aegon would be a disaster, he had too many vices that he didn't care about airing openly, he had too much of a cruel streak that he didn't bother hiding, and that would only become worse if he got a taste for power, if he was handed control over everyone and essentially given the power to do whatever he wanted. He was bad enough now with some restraint on him, putting the crown on his head would let him off of the leash, and Aemond seriously doubted that it would end well for them. His mother and Grandfather believed that they could control Aegon, and while they would indeed be the power behind the throne because Aegon wouldn't be bothered to actually rule and do the hard part of being King, they wouldn't be able to control him in what he wanted to do, and they wouldn't be able to control the darkness in him or the hatred that he would stir in the people, in the nobles who would flock to Rhaenyra's side.

There was also Daemon to account for, Aemond knew that many compared him to his uncle, and he took that as a compliment, but should they end up against each other Aemond knew that Daemon would make winning as close to impossible as he could. Daemon had the love of the common people, he had the love and the duty of a lot of the nobles in court, he was popular in the North, and he could summon huge armies to fight for Rhaenyra. He was also a formidable fighter himself, the story of the battle for the Stepstones was legend, and he was the greatest fighter in the realm, him on dragon back was terrifying. Rhaenyra and Syrax were as bonded as dragon and rider could be, and though Syrax was smaller, she was fast and she was nimble, and the communication that Rhaenyra had with her was something Aemond envied, he knew that Vhagar was not completely happy with him as her rider, and he knew that their bond was a delicate one, he envied the bond that Rhaenyra had with Syrax so complete was it. She would be as formidable in battle as Daemon was with that bond.

Aemond's eye passed to his other sister, and he smiled just a little as he watched her laugh at something, her innocent face lit up in the candlelight. Helaena was innocent, she was sweet and gentle, she was kind and warm, and she had been more loving and more of a mother to him when they were growing up than their mother had been. Helaena was always there with a gentle touch and a comforting word when he had been struggling, especially when he had been younger and had still not claimed a dragon and had been teased by the others. When their mother and grandfather were particularly harsh, or when their father ignored them yet again, Helaena could always make him feel better.

If he loved anyone in this world it was her, and he wanted to protect her. She was his sister, and she was the light to his darkness. He protected her as much as he could from those around her, and he made sure to protect her from Aemodn, especially when his sadism threatened, he had told his brother exactly what he would do to him if he hurt Helaena and if he ever used his sadistic desires on her. Being Queen would kill her, of that Aemond was sure. She was not meant to be in power like that, she would not be able to cope with it, she was too fragile and too kind, one way or another it would kill her, especially with the war that would come with Aegon being crowned and the blood and war, the fire and ashes that would follow it.

Aemond took a deep sip of his drink to hide the pursing of his lips as he imagined his life without the only kind person he knew in it.

Crowning Aegon would end in death and sorrow for those that he loved, the few that he loved, and though it would bring him power, it could be fleeting, and had a 50% chance of ending in his death, were his brother more suited for King then it could be different. But it was not.

Aemond had been considering for a while where he lay in this and what his future would be. His Mother and Grandfather had been planning diligently and had a lot of things worked out, as much as you could when you were not able to tell when a dying man would eventually die, but they had just believed that he would tow the line and follow along with them, that he would be a good son and brother and back Aegon and them when they struck, that he would stand behind his brother while he was on the throne and do all the hard work and heavy lifting that Aegon would never do, he knew they expected that he would be the warrior for their side, fighting the battles that Aegon would be useless in.

Aemond himself had believed that was his path for a good long time, he had trained and trained and trained to be the best that he could be because he had thought that when it came down to it, it would be his skill with a sword that would help protect his family. But then Helaena had muttered something that had had him thinking. How no one else realised she was a dreamer he did not know, but then his family had a habit of overlooking so many things when it was not of perceived use to them, and in dismissing everything except what they wanted from you. Either way, it mattered not, because he listened to her, and he always thought carefully on anything that she said.

His eye flicked quickly when he spotted movement, and he watched as a dark haired, green eyed boy approached Helaena and held his hand out in an offer to dance. His sister smiled suddenly after Rhaenyra's son said something to her, and she slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her onto the dancefloor, the two of them started to move together, suddenly laughing as they both missed a step.

Harrison had grown up since the last time Aemond had seen him. He was now 17 and he had changed a lot from when they were boys, when they were younger the five-year age gap between them hadn't been noticeable, they had been playmates and that was all, growing up together in the awkward and hostile environment of the adults around them.

Seeing him now made Aemond acutely aware that he was older than his nephew, and acutely aware of how much Harrison had changed while growing up on Dragon Stone. His black hair was as unruly and wild as ever, falling in curls around his face, and falling into his bright green eyes, greener than the brightest of emeralds that Aemond had ever seen, greener than wildfire. He was slender and not much taller than Helaena, he had lost the puppy fat of youth, but there was still something softer and gentle about him, he was beautiful rather than handsome, and he seemed to have a glow from within. His smile was gentle and bright, and as he leaned forward and said something to Helaena he had her laughing again, bright and honest, loud enough that Aemond could hear it from where he was sitting.

He knew that his Mother's desire was for power and not to protect them when he learned that she had flat-out refused a marriage between Harrison and Helaena when Rhaenyra had suggested it, going as far as to say that the marriage would take place over her dead body. Had that marriage taken place it would have ruled a line through everything, tying them together and all but ensuring that no war would take place. It would have meant almost certain safety for them when Rhaenyra took the throne. But his mother had rejected it, and he had realised that she wanted to destroy Rhaenyra and her happiness, she wanted to stand in the way of whatever Rhaenyra wanted or loved, just to see her suffer. And she did not care what the consequences were for that.

Aemond watched Harrison and mused that things could have been very different indeed, but they were not. And now Aemond had a plan of his own, one that would crush his mother and grandfather's in one swift move, and he was delighted in the fact that they would never see it coming until it was too late. He was going to ignore everyone else's plans and forge ahead with his own one, and he would reshape the future of House Targaryen and the events that were to come. He would take power for himself and put himself far higher than his mother and Grandfather had planned for him. He was never going to be standing behind the throne, a tool to be used, he was never going to have the power that he desired but have to pretend that it was not him that was using it. He was going to be powerful, he was going to be in a great position, and he was going to ensure that the few that he cared about would not be hurt by the bitterness of his mother's plans, or the greed of his Grandfather's.

A marriage between the Greens and the Blacks would ensure that they were bound together, and Aemond was going to marry Harrison, his sister's oldest son and her heir. Marrying Harrison would ensure that their two sides of the family would be tied together, and it would ensure that his mother and grandfather would be back into a corner, and without him on their side with Vhagar and as the warrior of the family they would seriously think against taking on Rhaenyra with him on their side as well. He would have to wait a little while, and his background with Jacaerys and Lucerys would be a problem, especially when it came to integrating himself into their side, and Daemon would be suspicious of him and difficult to win over, the look that they had shared earlier had told him that and definitely put a spanner in the works even though he had been expecting it from the Rogue Prince, they were indeed similar, and there were indeed much alike about them, and they both recognised that in each other. Aemond fully planned to use the fact that he had lost his eye and had prevented his mother from demanding any type of revenge for the loss of the eye to win some ground with the Blacks, and he would stand a better chance of winning over Baela and Rhaena with Helaena's help, with them he was sure that eventually Jacaerys and Lucerys could be civil at the very least, he was certain that Harrison would ensure that they would be civil, Harrison was sharp and intelligent, and though he was more inclined to kindness and gentleness, he could play the political game well, and he would know as much as Aemond what was coming, and the importance of their marriage and having Aemond on their side, Aemond was counting on it.

He was proven right only moments later when just after Harrison and Helaena had returned to the table laughing and talking to each other something caught Harrison's eye. Aemond watched with interest as the green eyes man blanched and said something quickly to Helaena leaving her looking a little confused as he hurried to his feet and over to a servant who was bringing something in. Aemond tensed a little, and he felt anger washing through him as he realised what was on the platter, a pig, the mocking that he had gone through as a child washed back through him, and he fought down the bitter, burning anger that threatened to wash up his throat, making him feel as though he were about to breathe fire himself while ice slipped through his veins.

Harrison gripped the servant's arm and stopped him, asking him something and then his lips pinched at the answer. Something was quickly said and the servant turned and walked quickly away, and then Harrison was descending on his brothers who looked as though they were complaining about him spoiling their brilliant joke. Aemond's eye narrowed and his gaze fell onto Harrison's lips, reading them intently as he had learned to do years ago.

"You are idiots, utter, imbecilic idiots!" Harrison hissed, Aemond nearly not being able to make it out because of the Prince trying to keep it discreet.

"You ruined our fun!" Jacaerys complained. Aemond's anger eased a little with amusement when Harrison reached up as though he were laying his hands on his brothers' shoulders in companionship, but watched as he dug his fingers into both their shoulders in a painful pinch.

"Stop acting like idiotic little children, and start thinking. Everything is on a knife edge here one wrong move, and everything will come crumbling down, and it will end in war. Behave yourselves, or excuse yourselves by saying that you do not feel well. This is not childhood pranks and bullying, this could end in all out war, and you will be the reason for it!" Harrison warned them.

"Do not be stupid Harrison it is…"

"Alicent is looking for any reason to throw this peace off, Grandfather is dying, look at him he doesn't have long left in him, and when he does die do you think she is just going to bow happily to mother and step down? Do you think Otto Hightower will? No! They will want to put Aemond on the throne, and there are plenty of nobles that would back them! Stop being idiots! I mean it, if you do anything else like that you will regret it, especially when you're looking at the bodies of the people you love and care for because war breaks out," Harrison warned, and Aemond raised his eyebrow at the comment, his mind ticking over his plans.

"Harrison…" Lucaerys started to say but Harrison squeezed his shoulder tighter.

"I mean it!" Harrison warned before straightening and making his way back to his seat. Rhaenyra reached out and caught his hand as he walked past.

"Everything ok?" Daemon asked concerned looking up at his stepson.

"Yes, it is dealt with," Harrison smiled.

"Thank you," Rhaenyra squeezed his hand before letting go of it and Harrison made his way back to his seat. As he lowered himself down his green eyes glanced across the room and met Aemond's purple eye, his face blanched a little when he realised that Aemond had clearly seen what happened, and his eyes flicked from Aemond to where Jacaerys and Lucerys were pouting and sulking, and then back to Aemond. Aemond nodded his head and raised his glass to Harrison in thanks, letting the other know that he was not going to react in the way that Harrison was clearly worried he was going to.

Harrison still looked concerned but he settled into his seat and turned to smile at Helaena when she said something to him, quickly engaging her in conversation. Aemond watched his sister smile happily, and settled back in his seat to watch them, mainly watching Harrison and taking him in.

They had been close when they were growing up, Aemond and Aegon had spent more time with Jacaerys and Lucerys playing and roaming around the castle, Harrison had been more interested in books and in helping his mother than he had been in playing around the castle, he had also disliked the undertone of aggression between them and so had stayed away from it. He had also spent a lot of time following Ser Harwin Strong around like a duckling. But Aemond and Harrison had spent plenty of time together in the library reading stories together, and making up stories of their own, imagining them coming true and acting them out together. They had built blanket forts and gotten comfortable in them to read their books together, and they had played different games together as they grew older. Aemond had cared a lot for Harrison and they had been good friends until everything had gone to shit between their families and Rhaenyra had removed her sons from the castle when it became clear that the Greens were willing to take lives as part of the enmity between them.

Aemond glanced at his mother and then at Larys Strong, his lip curling a little as he looked at the vile man. He knew what they had done, the whole realm guessed at it, it was the moment that the death of Harwin and Lyonel Strong had been announced in the 'accident' at Harrenhal that Aemond had truly and completely know that his mother's hatred for Rhaenyra was not out of fear for their lives, but hatred for their sister and the life that she was leading, her words the night that she had gone after Jacaerys and Lucerys because of Aemond's eye had also proven that, her furious words about honour and duty had proven that, and Aemond had truly understood what went through his mother's head. She was angry that she had been married off to an older man, who was still clearly in love with his first wife, and to whom she had no attraction to at all, while Rhaenyra had made the best out of her marriage, taken a lover to get what she wanted, and lived her life, and his mother was bitter about that. He had been disappointed that his mother would have Rhaenyra's lover killed just because he made her happy, he had been disgusted that the slimy and creeping Larys would kill his brother, and father as collateral, just to get closer to his mother and increase his own position. Aemond had not really known Harwin, but Ser Lyonel had been his father's Hand from when Aemond was a baby, and he had been part of his younger life, and he had liked the other man. When he had been a younger, awkward and unsure boy the other man had always encouraged him, he always had time for him, and he always had good advice for him. Aemond remembered the man's friendly smile and his warm comforting hand on Aemond's shoulder, his gentle encouragement and his advice to survive in the court that Aemond still lived by. As an adult Aemond appreciated the honest man and how to the point Lyonel had been, and how selfless his advice to Viserys had been. Listening to Harrison's Grandfather speaking to Viserys and listening to Aemond's Grandfather speaking to Viserys were two very different things. His own Grandfather's advice was always to better the position of himself and the Greens whenever he could manage it.

Aemond spun his cup in his hand as he absently listened to the speeches that the others were making in regard to their renewed bonds, how wonderful it was to have the family together, the further marriages blah blah blah. His purple eye settled back onto Harrison, and he smirked when the other turned to look at him after a few moments, clearly feeling his gaze, he blinked a couple of times, and then looked confusedly at Aemond when the blond smiled at him, though he knew the expression always looked a little vicious on his face.

Harrison was only distracted from staring back at Aemond when Helaena stood next to him to make her speech.

"It isn't too bad, he mostly just ignores you, except sometimes when he is drunk," Aemond watched Harrison's mouth pinch at her words about marriage, and he looked with a wrinkled nose at Aemond who was looking embarrassed by his wife's words.

Definitely interesting.

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Aemond leaned against the wall of the hallway and waited patiently with his arms crossed, knowing that Harrison would come, he would not be able to resist. Sure enough, a few moments later Aemond heard the clip of Harrison's boots on the stone floor, and the other came around the corner, dressed only in a white shirt and black trousers, he looked curious and concerned at the same time, and he slowed down when he saw Aemond leaning against the wall waiting for him. He had clearly debated whether or not to come going by when Aemond's letter had been delivered, and as Aemond had hoped, he had not changed that much that his curiosity had not gotten the better of him and led him here.

"Aemond," Harrison said softly as he came to a stop in front of him.

"Harrison," Aemond nodded, pushing himself off from the wall and looked down at the smaller, and more delicate man.

"Is this about the pig?" Harrison asked concernedly after a few moments of silence where Aemond just looked at Harrison now that he had him up close.

"No, though thank you for stopping that, I am unsure that I would have been able to hold my temper on that, and it would have undone all my planning," Aemond said.

"Planning?" Harrison asked, sounding more than a little worried, and Aemond couldn't prevent that smile from crossing his face again.

"Hmm, yes. My mother and grandfather are planning to put Aegon on the throne when father dies," Aemond said bluntly, and he watched Harrison close his eyes with resignation.

"Why are you telling me?" Harrison asked, fixing Aemond with a sharp look, though there was some confusion in it, Aemond was able to see that old familiarity between them that he had been hoping that Harrison would still also feel between them.

"Because a war between our sides of the family will end in death and sorrow, it will end with no one truly winning in the end. Aegon will not be a good king, and he will not be a king that will win the hearts and minds of the people, Helaena…she would not survive it," Aemond said honestly.

"I feel that as well, that should war break out between us I would lose the ones that I love and have to live on without them,"

"King Jaehaerys was right, the only thing that can bring down the Targaryen rule is ourselves, and that is what is coming if something is not done about it," Aemond nodded.

"You have a plan to avoid war?" Harrison tilted his head to look at Aemond in a way that was so familiar and yet now so foreign to him.

"I do," Aemond nodded.

"Are you going to tell me?" Harrison asked frustratedly after a moment.

"I am, but only if you swear on Kastafyre that you will hear me out," Aemond requested, and he watched as Harry with the same seriousness that he had had as a child thought through the request, no dragon rider took it lightly to swear on their dragon, and Harrison was clearly trying to work out if there was some trick to this, there was but not in a way that Harrison would be expecting.

"I swear on Kastafyre that I will hear you out," Harrison said, when it came down to it they both knew that war was coming if something was not done, and he would listen to what Aemond had to say for the chance of avoiding it.

"Ok," Aemond nodded, and then he pounced.

Harrison was wrapped up in his arms before he could do anything, and Aemond had the handcuffs snapped around his wrists, he did get a good headbutt in, but Aemond managed to wrap his arms around him and pull him into the room that they were standing outside of, quickly snapping the door shut behind them.

"You fucking prick! I trusted you! I believed that you wanted to prevent this war, I hope the gods…" Harrison's furious words were cut off when Aemond quickly snapped his hands over his mouth, spinning the green-eyed man around to look at him.

"I do want to prevent this war, and I have a plan, I am not going to hurt you, but I need to take you away from Kings Landing, and away from where our families may interfere before I tell you. You would never come with me willingly, I am sorry that I am doing this, but this is the only chance that I can see," Aemond said honestly. Harrison's green eyes wavered a little as he stared up at Aemond, looking into his remaining purple eye intently. He was still clearly fuming, but he did calm down a little. "I am sorry," Aemond said.

Harrison glared at him, but there was little fight in him when Aemond bent and lifted Harrison over his shoulder and made his way to the balcony.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Harrison squawked when he heard Aemond opening the balcony windows, feeling the cool air hitting them, and twisted himself to try and see what was happening when Aemond stepped out.

"I chose this room to meet outside of because it is on the side of the keep facing the sea, and very few people will see," Aemond said before whistling into the night.

"See what?" Harrison asked suspiciously, and then groaned when he heard the familiar sound of dragon wings. "Aemond,"

"You swore to hear me out," Aemond reminded him.

"This is…" Harrison started to say but the rest was cut off when Aemond climbed up on the balcony and then jumped into Vhagar's saddle.

"Harrison, you need to let go so I can seat you more comfortably," Aemond said once he was settled into the saddle, Harrison had wrapped his legs tightly around Aemond's torso and was refusing to let go when Aemond tugged him.

"Are you fucking nuts! You just jumped off of a fucking balcony with me tired up over your fucking shoulder!" Harrison ranted.

"I can't remember you swearing this much," Aemond said calmly, and Harrison let out a frustrated noise before he started beating his bound hands against Aemond's back. "Stop that!" Aemond growled.

"I am going to…you utter…what the hell is this going to achieve except causing an uproar because you have kidnapped me Aemond!" Harrison started angrily but finished with tired exasperation.

"I have left a letter telling everyone what will happen," Aemond said, finally managing to get Harrison's legs from around him, Harrison squeaked as Aemond managed to pull him from over his shoulder and settled him side saddle, finally being able to fasten the chain around them both to secure them in the saddle. He looked down and found Harrison glowering at him.

"And what is going to happen?" Harrison hissed.

"We're going to get married," Aemond said and watched as about 100 expressions crossed Harrison's face.

"I'm sorry, the wind blowing past us and the fact you kidnapped me must have made me mishear you, I could have sworn that you said we're going to get married!" Harrison growled.

"We are. It is the perfect line, you are Rhaenyra's heir, I am the warrior of the Greens and have the biggest dragon, if we are tied together then our families going to war with each other will be limited, the fact that I will technically be on Rhaenyra's side will deter my side of the family going to war or doing anything to start it. Binding the two of us together is the best and most permanent way to cut this war off and move things forward without war, especially when there is very little time until father dies,"

"That is all well and good," Harrison sighed pressing his hand to his face in utter frustration that made Aemond smile with how familiar it was. "But you seem to be forgetting the fact that as mother's hair I need to produce heirs of my own, us marrying and not being able to produce an heir is just going to leave us in the exact same jockey for position and arguing over who should be next in line. It is not resolving the matter, it is just delaying it!"

"Helaena is a dreamer," Aemond said.

"I…what? She is?" Harrison asked, distracted from his rant and the sudden revelation.

"Aegon thinks that she is partly mad, mother and father don't listen to any of us so they have never picked up on it, but the things that she says come true, she said that for me to get a dragon I would have to lose an eye," Aemond said, and Harrison's green eyes flashed to where the patch was covering the scar left from where Lucerys had lashed out with the dagger and took Aemond's eye.

"What does this have to do with us marrying Aemond?" Harrison asked tiredly.

"Helaena made a prediction about it and us being able to stop the war that she also can see coming. There is a difference between her visions, things that will happen, like my eye, and things that might happen, different paths, different things that will happen based on the choices that people make. She has seen the outcome of our marrying,"

"What did she say?" Harrison asked so quietly that Aemond nearly missed it in the wind blowing past them as Vhagar sped towards their destination. Aemond narrowed his eye when Harrison shivered a little, realising that despite their blood running hotter than most Harrison was only dressed in his shirt and trousers. Aemond hoped that this would win him some points with Harrison as he reached around and wrapped his cloak around Harrison as well before quickly undoing his bindings and throwing them into the pack on the side of the saddle.

Harrison gave him a dirty and scathing look, and Aemond reckoned that it hadn't won him the points that he had hoped for.

"Anyway, Helaena said that the boy with the green eyes and the boy with blue eye and the purple eye will mate and live happily, making many dragons that will soar across the skies and rule them for a thousand years to come,"

"...A carrier, one of us is a carrier? There has not been a Targaryen carrier for a century and a half," Harrison blinked, all animosity went as he took in what Aemond had said. "But then there has not been a dreamer since Daenys," Harrison added.

"Exactly, if we do this correctly, then this could be a new age of Targaryens, a bigger and brighter age," Aemond said seriously.

"I'm the carrier," Harrison said softly.

"Helaena didn't see that part," Aemond shook his head. "We would have to see and…"

"I am the carrier," Harrison said more firmly. "I have always felt different, I have always felt…I can't describe it but I just…now you have said it, I know it is me,"

"So, does this mean that you will marry me?" Aemond asked.

"I will shove you off this fucking dragon," Harrison glared at him, remembering that he was angry at him.

"No, you won't. We cared for each other once, I believe that we could come to love each other, and have a happy life together," Aemond said seriously, looking down at Harrison.

"And the fact that marrying me would make you married to the future King of Westeros if the war doesn't break out anyway?" Harrison narrowed his eyes.

"Just another plus for this to be the choice that I make," Aemond said honestly. Harrison turned his head away and looked down at the ground flying past them, clearly deep in thought, and Aemond stayed quiet, focussing on steering Vjagar and watching Harrison out of the corner of his eye feeling nerves bubbling in his stomach, everything rested on this, and he was relying on Harrison also believing that they could be happy together, that their marriage would work to stop the war, and that Aemond was not tricking him in some way.

He steered Vhagar downward and she skimmed the sea before landing on the grass below them, shuffling a little before she settled down. Aemond helped Harrison slide from the side saddle position that he was in and then followed him down from Vhagar till they were standing facing each other on the grass. Harrison opened his mouth to say something but Vhagar chose that moment to turn around and gently nose at Harrison, giving him a gentle push with her snout before huffing out her nose at him, blasting the two of them with air.

"Thank you for carrying me," Harrison grinned a little reaching out to stroke her nose. "You're so amazing," he said awed looking at the old dragon.

"I think this is the first time that two Targaryen riders have ridden on the same dragon," Aemond said, "I was not sure that she would take us both,"

"So you're saying that we're meant to be we are breaking the rule that a rider can only ever ride one dragon?" Harrison sighed turning to face Aemond.

"I am saying that I want to marry you, I want to stop this war, I want us to create our own family together, and I want us to rule over this country together, as Princes we can be great, and when the time comes as King and King consort we will be greater," Aemond reached out and dared to cup Harrison's face with his hand, sliding his hand around to cup the back of his neck when Harrison did not protest, only looked up at him. He pulled him forward gently and rested their foreheads together.

"Aemond," Harrison just said his name, the blond wasn't sure what he was saying it for but hoped that he was winning him over.

"Let us bond ourselves together and forge a bond that the others can not break through. You and Helaena were the only people that I cared for when we were growing up, and after Helaena made her prediction I was excited, seeing you again I knew that I had to do everything that I could to make it happen. Harrison, we can be happy together, we balance each other out, we can be happy, we can be great, we can stop the bloodshed, the deaths, and the sorrow, just choose me," Aemond said intently.

"Helaena said the boy with the green eyes and the boy with the purple eye and blue eye," Harrison asked softly.

Without letting go of Harrison, Aemond reached up and pulled off his eyepatch revealing his sapphire fake eye and the scar running down it. Harrison didn't pull back the way some people did when they saw his eye, he did however take in a deep breath though not out of repulsion or fear, and then he reached up and cupped Aemond's face in both his hands, gently rubbing his thumb under Aemond's mismatched eyes.

"The boy with the green eyes and the boy with blue eye and the purple eye…"

"...will mate and live happily, making many dragons that will soar across the skies and rule them for a thousand years to come," Aemond finished for Harrison.

"Why have you brought us to Dragonstone?" Harrison asked.

"Because I want us to carry on the greatness of our House and make it even greater together, and the only place that that should happen is right here in the origins of House Targaryen's rule of Westeros and…" Aemond cut himself off.

"And?" Harrison asked, tilting his head in Aemond's hold.

"And it is where Jaehaerys and Alysanne married against the wishes and expectations of everyone else, and while they had a fiery marriage, they had a long and successful marriage, a happy one, that is what I want for us," Aemond lowered his eyes for a moment before looking up and into Harrison's face, trying to be as open and honest as he could for the other.

Harrison looked right back at him, searching over his face, searching his eye for something, still holding his face as Aemond could see his mind spinning over and over, going through all of the options and all the choices that he now had.

Aemond held his breath for a moment when Harrison went up onto his toes and leaned upward towards him, and then he was pressing their lips together. Aemond was embarrassed about the fact that he floundered for a second, but then his brain finally caught back up with him, and he pressed into the kiss as well, wrapping his arm around Harrison's waist and pulling him closer to his body, emotion that he had hoped to feel fluttering in his chest as he watched Harry's green eyes flutter shut before he closed his own eyes and concentrated on the kiss, absorbing the amazing feeling of kissing Harrison and having him in his arms.

"If you ever do something like this again without talking things through with me I will make you regret it," Harrison warned and Aemond laughed, nodding in agreement.

"I know," Aemond said.

"There will still be a lot to have to work through, there will be arguments about us being together, and they will try and fight us on it," Harrison worried his bottom lip a little, Aemond reached up and pulled the flesh from between his teeth, unable to resist leaning forward to press their lips together again.

"We will be able to see it through together, we will be able to see out everything that we will face together, and we will succeed," Aemond said. Harrison looked at him intently before he smirked.

"I won't accept anything else," Harrison said firmly. "Ask me," he demanded, and Aemond smiled widely at him, the expression vicious and brutal.

"Will you marry me?" Aemond asked.

"Yes," Harrison tilted his chin up almost in challenge and Aemond was never one to back down from a challenge, he kissed Harrison again, already forming an addiction to them.

"I thought we could do this with a Valyrian wedding," Aemond said when they parted and Harrison smiled brightly at him, nodding right away.

"Mother and Daemon married in Valyrian style," Harrison said.

"Then hopefully it will be as successful as theirs," Aemond nodded.

"Let's do this before someone shows up to stop us," Harrison said.

"This way," Aemond offered his hand to Harrison, and felt relieved when he immediately slipped his hand into his. Closing his fingers over Harrison's, Aemond led him up the hill until they came to the large tent that he had set up here and the table with the items that they needed for the wedding. Including the witness that they would need for this, a knight that Harrison recognised as one of Aemond's guards, he stood there silently, only bowing his head to them both when they reached him.

They stood beside the table and Aemond moved to the trunk sitting outside of the tent and carefully drew out two traditional robes for them. He placed his own one over the table before holding Harrison's out to him, Harrison turned and allowed Aemond to help him put his on, before turning and watching Aemond stripping out of the robe he was wearing and he pulled on the white and red robe with reverence.

"No, just as you are, as you," Harrison reached out and caught Aemond's hand when he went to lower his eye patch back down. He carefully slipped Aemond's eye patch from his head and set it on the table, meeting Aemond's eye as they reached out to join hands. They took a moment, and then Aemond picked up the dragonglass blade from the table.

"Yes," Harrison said, nodding when Aemond looked at him questioningly. And so they started.

They cut each other's bottom lip smoothly waiting for the blood to well up and then Aemond sliced his palm open with the dagger, holding it out to Harrison who repeated the action, Aemond dipped his finger into the blood welling up on his palm, and drew the High Valyrian character for Fire on Harrison's forehead, Harrison dipped his finger into the blood welled onto his hand and drew the High Valyrian character for Blood onto Aemond's forehead.

They reached out and joined their bleeding hands together, and it was then that Aemond's knight stepped forward and wrapped a length of fabric around their joined hands a few times before tying it off in a knot. The knight held out a glass carved into dragon scales that glittered and shone like diamonds in the moonlight, filled with wine, and passed it to Aemond who took it and made sure that he was looking into Harrison's eyes as he drank deeply from it, the blood welled up and started spilling from their joined hands as he passed the glass to Harrison who took it and drank deeply himself, meeting Aemond's eye unflinchingly.

Gazing at each other they took in the moment between them, the potential that this moment had, the possible future that they were forging between them, the potential that they were forming for their House, their family, and their own destiny, the two of them at that moment felt as though they were grounded deeply in the history that they came from, their ancestors who had all led to them standing here, on the Island of their ancestors, binding themselves together, and they felt linked to the future that with each moment the two of them were sure that they would create together, the descendants that would be born of them, that would rule Westeros, that would be great Kings and Queens and continue the greatness of House Targaryen for generations and generations.

Between the two of them, time seemed to pause and stop in this moment, the moment where everything hovered, waiting and watching, everything rested on this moment and their choice, the future of their House, the future of those that they loved hung on this moment. The world seemed to be holding its breath as glowing green eyes gazed up into a blazing purple eye and the sparking sapphire fake blue one.

And then they said the words of the Valyrian marriage ceremony that would bind them together in unison. "One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,"

As they leaned towards each other and sealed their lips in a kiss the knight slipped back and moved towards where the rest of them were camping, close enough to protect Aemond and Harrison, but far enough away to give them privacy, Vhagar tilted her head back and roared in triumph as the two kissed, mixing their blood together in the kiss. Aemond slipped his fingers into Harrison's curly black hair and gripped it slightly, tilting his head back so that he could kiss him deeper, and Harrison moaned into the kiss, pressing deeper and demanding more, his body feeling flushed and charged in a way that he had never felt before.

They parted slowly and reluctantly, and with care Aemond slipped the fabric binding them together off of their hands, raising Harrison's palm to his lips to kiss the wound there, the mark that would scar proving the permanence of their marriage. He led Harrison to the entrance of the tent and carefully placed the fabric into the trunk, before reaching out and undoing Harrison's robes, sliding them from his shoulders, and placed them in the trunk. He started and blinked when Harrison reached out and caught his hands when he went to undo his own robes, his new husband was wearing a small smile, and he reached up to undo Aemond's robes himself, sliding them off of broad shoulders before folding them and placing them into the trunk next to his own robes.

Aemond offered Harrison his hand again and then led him into the tent, it was not as grand as some that they had stayed in, but it was big enough for a bed to have been erected for them, a firepit was keeping the air warm with the chimney carrying the smoke out of it. A low table was sat at the front of the tent with cushions for them to sit on in the morning. But now Aemond drew Harrison over to the bed.

He picked up the ointment and bandages that he had made ready for them, and applied it with as gentle a touch as he could manage to the cut in Harrison's hand, making sure that it was completely covered before he wrapped the bandages around it, tying it off and ensuring that it was not too tight.

Harrison was already reaching for his hand when Aemond started holding it out to him, and with a much gentler touch than Aemond would ever be able to manage Harrison applied to ointment with equal care and wrapped the wound in the remaining bandages.

This taken care of they stood looking at each other for a moment, the blood marks still on their head, the blood on their lips smeared from their kiss, and no more words were needed that night as they moved as one back into each other's arms, the kiss as heated and demanding as it had been outside the tent. They came together with a desperation that stunned them both, as though some wall had been taken down between them, and they were wrapped around each other, pulling off each other's clothing and throwing them into the tent, uncaring of where they fell as their passion for each other burned hotter and higher, their need to touch each other, to learn each other's bodies, to be joined together washing over them until once again it felt like they were the only two in the world.

Harrison gasped when they tumbled onto the bed and Aemond climbed between his legs, thrusting them together and causing delightful pleasure to wash over them both, he reached up and grasped Aemond's blond hair with his bandaged hand and pulled him down so that they could join their lips together again, moaning when he felt slick fingers being pressed to his entrance.

He gasped into Aemond's mouth when one finger pressed inside of him, thrusting a couple of times until Aemond deepened their kiss again and a second finger entered him, Aemond was neither slow nor fast, just perfect as he thrust and scissored his fingers inside of his husband and Harrison was harder than he had ever been before in his life.

"You are as hot as dragon fire," Aemond gasped against Harrison's cheek, kissing lazily up his cheek to his forehead where the blood mark rested.

"More," Harrison pleaded.

"I don't want to hurt you," Aemond said concerned, pulling back to look into green eyes that ruined the colour for him, nothing else would be as perfect as the shade those eyes were right now in this moment, burning with pleasure and passion for him.

"I have played with myself before, your fingers are a little bigger than mine, but I can take it," Harrison shook his head.

"By the gods Harrison," Aemond groaned before he slammed their fingers together and slipped another finger into Harrison, drinking in the groan that he let out that only fed the heady pleasure and lust that he was feeling.

"Now!" Harrison demanded and Aemond was powerless to deny him, pulling his fingers reluctantly free of that amazing heat he quickly slicked himself up with the oil from the table beside the bed and then pressed the head of his cock to Harrison's winking entrance.

They stared at each other for a beat and then Harrison wrapped his legs around Aemond's waist and tugged him down, arching his back and sighing in pleasure as Aemond slipped inside of him, the blond pressing in until their hips were pressed together, and the two of them were panting with the pleasure that was already built up between them.

Drawing back Aemond thought that he would never get enough of this, that being inside Harrison was as good as flying on a dragon, he was born to do both. He thrust himself back into Harrison's body and intently watched each expression that cross his new husband's face, drank in every noise that Harrison made, and he watched as Harrison did the same thing, the two of them rocking together on the bed, finding their rhythm, whispering their pleasure to each other, kissing and caressing each other as the pleasure built between them.

Harrison threw back his head, exposing his pale white throat as he cried out in pleasure as he spilled between their bodies, the contraction of his muscles around Aemond, the heat inside of his husband, and hearing his pleasure was too much for the blond, and he thrust himself as deeply as he could get inside of Harrison and came harder than he ever had in his life.

Aemond dropped sideways onto the bed beside Harrison, wrapping his arm carefully around his new husband as they lay there panting, trying to catch their breaths back, and caught up with everything that had happened.

"At least we know sexual attraction won't be a problem," Harrison chuckled, turning his head to look at Aemond and found him lying on his side already watching him.

"Definitely not, and hopefully love will not be far behind it," Aemond said softly.

"I hope not," Harrison turned onto his side, moving a little closer to Aemond, and reached up to stroke his cheek with his thumb.

"I thought about you often, where you were, what you were doing, what you had read since we were parted and if I had read the same thing as you," Aemond admitted quietly, his eye looking Harrison over intently.

"I thought of you too. I wished that I could fly Kastafyre near Kings Landing and see you and Vhagar flying, we never got to fly together the way that we said that we would. I didn't even really get to say goodbye to you properly," Harrison frowned.

"We can fly together now, always," Aemond smiled a little. Harrison reached up and stroked his thumb under Aemond's false sapphire eye. "Does it bother you?" he asked, concerned.

"It is the same shade as Kastafyre," Harrison said in answer with a soft smile, and Aemond smiled back at him again, taking Harrison's hand in his and kissing it.

"There is something wrong with me, something not normal," Aemond started, and when Harrison frowned and opened his mouth to protest he shook his head. "No, I know that there is, I do not love or care as others do, I do not feel guilty as others do. I love very few people, you are one of the ones that I loved as a child, and I believe it will not take much for me to love you as a man, seeing you again was…"

"It caught my breath seeing you again, you are not the boy that you were when I saw you last, you are a man now," Harrison finished, tightening his fingers around Aemond's.

"Yes," Aemond nodded.

"We will stop this war," Harrison said firmly.

"Between the two of us, they don't stand a chance," Aemond smirked, leaning forward and pressing their noses together.

Harrison looked at him for a moment before he sealed their lips together again, pressing his eager body against Aemond's who reacted with equal desire, wrapping his arms around the man that had been his childhood friend and who was now his husband.

---

Aemond woke slowly, his body aching a little, his brain slowly coming awake as it seemed to be lost in a haze of pleasure and the hum of happiness that was at the back of his mind. Shifting slightly in the covers Aemond realised that someone was pressed tightly to his front, his arm was around their waist, his legs tangled with theirs. Slowly he flickered his eyes open, and then smiled to himself when he saw messy curls that were even more wild than normal considering their repeated activities during the night.

He pressed his nose into Harrison's shoulder and breathed in the scent of the other for a few moments and just enjoyed the feeling of him in his arms and pressed against him. Despite the fact that they were married and had consummated the marriage Aemond was not under the impression that everything was resolved and that nothing would be difficult when they returned to Kings Landing, Daemon he knew was going to be difficult to win over, his mother and grandfather were going to be furious.

Sliding from the bed, Aemond pulled on a pair of trousers and his shirt before heading outside, making his way down the hillside he sucked in a breath of the cold morning air and nodded to his men as he approached them.

"Congratulations my Prince," Duncan bowed to him.

"Thank you," Aemond smiled.

"Cook has breakfast ready for the two of Prince Aemond," Arthur said picking up a basket for him.

"Perfect, anything happen during the night?" he asked, taking the basket.

"We thought someone was approaching on dragon during the night, we were going to come and get you, but it was Prince Harrison's dragon, he is with Vhagar," Hugh nodded to the other side of the hill.

"Kastafyre showed up huh, he was always extremely loyal to Harrison. Thank you for guarding us during the night, start heading back to Kings Landing, we will be flying back in a few hours," Aemond said.

"Of course," the ten of them bowed to him before immediately starting to break camp and Aemond turned to head back up the hill and towards the tent where his husband was waiting for him. When he stepped through into the tent he placed the basket down on the table and moved to throw some more logs onto the banked fire pit to warm the air up in the tent a little more.

"Aemond?" Harrison asked roughly, lifting his head from the pillow he looked around with a slightly concerned expression on his face which settled as soon as he saw Aemond turning from the fire pit to look at him.

The smile that he gave Aemond warmed something inside of the blond prince and he walked quickly back to the bed, sliding his bandaged hand into Harrison's when he reached for him and sat down on the side of the bed.

"Good morning," Aemond said with a husk to his voice that he could not help, any more than he could help leaning down to kiss Harrison, more sweetly than he really meant to, but he sank into it when Harrison responded to him, drawing him further down until Aemond was lying on top of him, their chests pressed together with their fingers gripping into each others hair.

"Good morning," Harrison said with a smile when they were finally able to part from each other, and Aemond leaned up on his arm.

"Good morning," Aemond smiled and pressed their lips together again. "I have breakfast for us, and Kastafyre arrived during the night, he is keeping Vhagar company,"

"He is a loyal dragon," Harrison smiled brightly.

He allowed Aemond to help him out of the bed and laughed when the blond held out his clothing for him before they made their way to the table and settled down to eat their breakfast together.

"Tell me what you have been doing since we parted?" Harrison asked as they served breakfast between them.

"My life has been pretty boring, to be honest," Aemond shrugged, looking just a little self-conscious. "I have been training to be the best warrior that I can be, flying Vhagar to be the best I can on her back, and trying to control Aegon," He added with pinched lips.

"I have heard that you are a better warrior than Cristan Cole," Harrison smiled, "that isn't boring, it is impressive,"

"I feel like much of my other interests have just had to be put to the side," Aemond said.

"Well, there is plenty of time to find them again," Harrison reached out and took Aemond's hand, running his thumb over the bandages on his hand. "And you need not be Aegon's keeper,"

"Someone needs to be, he is…out of control, the things that he does to the girls in the castle," Aemond pursed his lips together.

"Maybe Daemon should spend some time with him, he would quickly have him in his place," Harrison snorted.

"How is your relationship with Daemon? I know that I have…mocked Rhaenyra's past and yours and your brothers' parentage, but I was worried about you with him," Aemond turned his hand and joined theirs together when Harrison tensed. "I care not where you come from, you're…well you, I am not my mother, I don't care that you are not legitimate, only that you are my husband,"

"That was…sweet," Harrison tilted his head, "awkward but very sweet,"

"I am not good at it, at being gentle or nice, but I want to be, you deserve it," Aemond shrugged looking quite uncomfortable now.

"Daemon is a good stepfather, he is fun and interesting, and caring, he has taught us a lot, and when he is with us he is different," Harrison smiled. "He loves mother as well, it is good to see her truly happy,"

"I would like to get to know them, properly, all of you properly, though I do not think that Jacaerys or Lucerys will be very welcoming of this, or Daemon," Aemond sighed.

"Are you worried?" Harrison asked.

"A little yes," Aemond frowned. He looked up when Harrison squeezed his hand where they were joined on the table still, with a start realising that he had not put his eyepatch back on, for the first time in a long time feeling truly comfortable with how he looked with it.

"As long as we stick together, and stand our ground then we will be able to get through it,"

"They will have to prise me from your side this time," Aemond said determinedly, and he looked a little flustered at the warm look that Harrison gave him.

---

Harrison took Aemond's as he stepped out of the tent and found his husband there waiting for him with their wedding robes and bloody bonding fabric in a bag over his shoulder.

"Ready?" Aemond asked as they started making their way down the hillside.

"Actually yes, I want to get back and tell them all, and then put a stop to all of this, and just start life without worrying about what the hell is going to happen when Grandfather dies," Harrison turned to him with a smirk and Aemond felt his heart flutter in his chest.

"And now, we get to fly together finally," Aemond said as they turned the corner and saw Vhagar and Kastafyre standing waiting for them, the smaller blue dragon roared softly when he spotted Harrison, stepping forward and nudging his massive snout into Harrison's body, and though he was gentle he nearly took him off of his feet.

"Kastafyre, Aemond, and I are bonded, we are married," Harrison said when his dragon turned his eyes onto Aemond. His dragon stared at the blond for a second before with an annoyed huff he let out a burst of smoke over Aemond.

"Good to see you again as well Kastafyre," Aemond laughed waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke. "Wait here for a moment," he asked before turning and with clear practice climbed up Vhagar's side, digging in the bags that he had on her side, before hurrying back down to him.

"Aemond this is…" Harrison gasped seeing what his husband was holding in his palm when the blond opened his hand.

"Jaehaerys and Alysanne's wedding rings, I had them changed to fit our fingers," Aemond said nodding.

"That is where my ring went!" Harrison laughed with sudden realisation.

"I had one of the servants that are loyal to me take it, I have it safely back in my rooms," Aemond grinned. He reached out and took Harrison's hand, sliding the ring onto his ring finger, he smiled a little softer when Harrison took the other ring, and taking Aemond's slightly larger hand in his, he slipped the ring onto his finger.

Aemond closed the small space between them, leaning down and pressed their lips together, much in a mirror of the night before of their first kiss as husband and husband, Harrison tipped his head back and wrapped his arms around Aemond's shoulders, moaning when the blond wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly.

"Shall we fly together?" Harrison asked breathlessly, pulling away from Aemond to look at him with shining green eyes.

"Let's fly together," Aemond nodded, his voice eager as he pulled back after one more fleeting kiss to Harrison's lips. Harrison acting on instinct reached out and gripped the lapels of Aemond's cloak and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.

"Let's wear our robes, I don't have anything to keep me warm, and I want to make it clear from the moment that we arrive what is happening," Harrison said. Aemond smirked happily at him and quickly dug out their robes, holding Harrison's out to him so fast that Harrison nearly got them to his face.

Laughing Harrison took the robe and slipped it on, watching happily as Aemond pulled on his own robes, fastening them with care before looking at Harrison.

"Ready?" Aemond asked, and Harrison took a breath before nodding. What they were going to face was not going to be easy, but looking at Aemond, his strong face, his shining lavender eye, and his determined but happy expression, Harrison believed that the future they were going to create was going to be worth it.

The two of them climbed onto their dragons, before with twin eager roars the two of them took off into the sky. Flying beside Vhagar was exhilarating, flying with Aemond was something that he had longed for from a child. Harrison laughed happily into the air as the two dragons danced around each other, Vhagar was massive and powerful, but Kastafyre was younger, more agile, and a little faster because of his smaller size, and Aemond whistled loudly, impressed, as Harrison and Kastafyre performed a complicated maneuver in the air, flying close to Vhagar and then rolling over her, around her, under her and fly up on her other side. Vhagar let out a happy rumble that filled the three others in the air, and Kastafyre rumbled back.

Aemond looked over at Harrison, the wind was blowing through his dark hair, his green eyes he could see were shining with happiness, his beautiful face was bright and he was smiling brightly as they flew together. He could not believe that they were married, that Harrison had agreed, that he was being so loving and so close to him, it was almost as though the time that had passed with them being apart had never happened, and the love that they had had as children had developed into an adult love along that time.

He was going to thank all the gods, the old and new, for how everything had gone over the last hours, and he silently swore to himself upon Vhagar that he would do everything that he could to make sure that Harrison did not regret choosing him, that he did not regret marrying him and trusting in him and his plan.

The two of them swept through the skies together playfully, just enjoying the feeling of finally flying together until the red stone of the keep of Kings Landing came into view. Without saying anything the two flew immediately closer together, and side by side the two of them swept over the city together, the shadow that they cast on the people and buildings below them almost one.

Aemond led Harrison and Kastafyre to the keep directly, twisting a little as he made aimed for one of the tallest towers of the keep, and with a quick movement he undid the chain holding him into the saddle and pushed himself out, landing with a thump onto the floor of the tower. He looked arrogantly and challengingly up at Harrison, who just laughed at him, clearly remembering when he had shown Aemond that very move when they were younger after he had been flying Kastafyre for two years. With ease, Harrison mimicked Aemond's move and with a graceful move, he pushed himself from his saddle and landed inches away from Aemond, straightening his knees from protecting them from the impact and arched an eyebrow at him.

Aemond grasped the back of Harrison's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, licking over the scab on his bottom lip from their marriage the night before while over their heads Vhagar and Kastafyre roared and then swept towards the dragon pit, leaving their riders twined together exchanging hungry kisses.

---

"This had better be a joke!" Alicent shrieked as soon as they walked hand in hand into the throne room and conveniently found all their family there and together.

"Harrison, are you ok?" Rhaenyra asked frantically, hurrying over to them, Daemon inches behind her and glowering at Aemond.

"I am sorry that we worried you mother, I really did not mean to," Harrison smiled at her, wrapping his arm around her in a tight hug where she nearly broke his ribs she tugged him so tightly, his other hand was still safely within Aemond's hold.

"Were you willing?" Daemon asked dangerously, and everyone had no doubt that should Harrison utter the word no, Dark Sister would be in his hand within half a second. The Rogue Prince reached out and touched his thumb to the cut on Harrison's lip, his eyes flicking to their bandaged joined hands.

"I was willing, I swear on Kastafyre, I was willing," Harrison assured Daemon. They all turned at the clacking of a walking stick echoing through the stunned silence of the throne room, and they watched Viserys struggling toward them.

"Father," Aemond tilted his head back when the King reached them. "I ask forgiveness for not getting permission, but with the fracture that has run through our family I felt that I had no other choice but for us to steal away in the night to be married,"

"There is no way that we would have been allowed to marry otherwise," Harrison nodded.

"It would not have been allowed no, Harrison is Rhaenyra's heir, he needs to produce an heir of his own," Viserys said torn, clearly knowing what this marriage could mean for his fractured family, and not stupid enough not to pick up on the timing of it, but also aware of the problems that a lack of heir could make.

"Except we believe that Harrison is a carrier," Aemond shook his head, and everyone practically stopped breathing as they took in what Aemond had just said, especially when Harrison nodded in agreement.

"Harrison?" Rhaenyra turned to look stunned at her son.

"I have known that there is something different about me, I could not work it out, what it was but it was there,"

"Convenient that, just when it is time for you to ensnare my son you suddenly feel as though there is something different with you and that you may be a carrier!" Alicent practically hissed storming forward, only to freeze feet away from them when Aemond's hand went to his sword hilt.

"Except for the fact that it was your son and daughter that gave him the word for what that difference was," Aemond said softly. But he may as well have shouted it.

"What?" Alicent turned to look at Helaena who had made her way around the room without anyone noticing, and now she walked quickly to her younger brother.

"I saw it, their marriage and the babes that would come from it," Helaena nodded.

"What do you mean you saw?" Aegon snorted derisively, shooting her an impatient look.

"Helaena is a dreamer," Harrison said sharply.

"What? No, she isn't! I would know!" Alicent snapped.

"If you actually paid attention to us and not how jealous you are of Rhaenyra and trying to punish her for…I don't know managing to find some sort of happiness, you would have noticed, she has predicted so many things that have happened. And father was so obsessed with Rhaenyra as well, and with his model and whatever else it is that he spent his time doing that he wouldn't have noticed if we had three legs," Aemond snorted.

"That isn't true, I pay attention to you all and care for you and love you, how dare you speak to me like that! How dare you say those things to me, you ungrateful little…" Alicent stormed forward as she spoke and she raised her hand to strike him. Aemond tensed ready for it, but the two of them turned shocked when as Alicent swung for her son her wrist was captured, Harrison looking furious.

"You don't touch my husband!" Harrison growled. He pushed her away using the grip he had on her wrist and moved to stand in front of a stunned-looking Aemond. Alicent stepped forward, and found Dark Sister between them.

"Daemon!" Viserys scolded.

"You don't touch my son…or his husband," Daemon warned with a slightly reluctant glance back at Aemond, but his face eased a little when Harrison smiled brightly at him. The Rogue Prince huffed a little to himself but turned back to face Alicent and Viserys.

"You believe that you are a carrier?" Rhaenyra asked her son seriously.

"Yes, once Aemond said what Helaena had seen I knew it was true. He didn't try and say that it was me, he said about seeing between the two of us which is the carrier, but I know that it is me," Harrison said earnestly to his mother.

"I always did suggest a marriage between our children, and if this is something that Harrison wants I am not going to stand in the way. Not that I can considering the fact that you have already married and I am guessing consummate the marriage?" Rhaenyra arched her eyebrow at Harrison who just grinned back at her, Daemon snorted, rolling his eyes at his stepson in amusement.

"You guys started it," Harrison teased, wrapping his arms around Aemond's arm, who was looking a little baffled at the events that had just unrolled around him.

"I…" Jacaerys started to say but Harrison pointed at him and narrowed his green eyes.

"Don't want to hear it, do not say it, I want to be with Aemond, we are married and nothing will change that so you are going to suck it up, and you will be nice to Aemond, and if you can not be that, you will be civil,"

"This is ridiculous, I won't allow for this to stand! Mother sort this out, I won't let this happen!" Aegon spat out, actually stamping his foot.

"So dual me then," Aemond sneered.

"W…what?" Aegon stammered, actually taking a step back, his purple eyes widening in visible panic at the suggestion.

"Dual me, you say that you won't allow it as though you have the authority to make the choice, them dual me, defeat me and you can make that choice for me," Aemond narrowed his eye on his brother again.

"This isn't going to be allowed to carry on, the marriage will be annulled and we will move on," Otto Hightower said smoothly, walking forward to join them from where he had been hovering in the background, "we can marry Harrison to a high up Lady and Aemond will marry Baela to make up for this. There is absolutely no evidence of the fact that Harrison is a carrier besides the sudden announcement that Helaena is a dreamer and has seen this,"

A bristle went through nearly everyone standing there at his words for one reason or another besides Alicent and Aegon.

"That will happen over my cold, dead body, and Vhagar's flames!" Aemond snarled.

"I do not believe that you are King and can make that choice, only Grandfather can," Harrison tilted his chin up, keeping his tight grip on Aemond's arm as he turned to look at Viserys who was standing swaying slightly from the tiredness of having to stand up for so long.

"Father?" Rhaenyra asked gently.

"I believed as well that a marriage between my grandchildren and my children would be a good idea…and would bind us all closer…together…the boys have made their choice…and they are in love…if…Helaena is a dreamer, which I do not doubt my children's words…then this could…will be the future for our house," Viserys said tiredly.

"This can not be allowed to stand! This is an insult to my son! That boy is a bastard and I will not stand for my son to marry such a creature!" The hall went silent following Alicent's words, everyone standing there stunned at the words that she had just spoken, all of them soaking up the accusation.

"You are my mother, and I respect you for that position and for being my Queen, but if you say anything like that about my husband again, if you talk about him like that again, I will demand retribution. Harrison is my husband, he will be the father of my children, and I will not allow this marriage to be dissolved," Aemond said, with fury audible in his voice, his face tight and pinched in his anger.

"I am your mother!" Alicent hissed.

"And you have been a poor one, but I respect you for that position as I said. Harrison is my husband, as a child he gave me more love and acceptance, more support than you ever did, and he has given me more love and care as my husband in the few hours that we have been married. If you expect or demand that I choose between you, I will choose Harrison every time," Aemond said.

Alicent stepped back, her eyes flicking from her son to Harrison, Rhaenyra, and Daemon standing right by him, her eyes flicked to Helaena who was standing on Aemond's other side. She looked as though she had been slapped, and as though she was still trying to work out how she could win this one.

"We matter very little to you for how you actually care for us but be careful mother, or none of us will survive the war that you are going to start, none of your blood will," Helaena said, and everyone's breaths caught in their chests at the mention of the unmentioned thing that had been rumbling in the background of their lives for decades now.

"Our families are bound together, Harrison and Aemond have made their choice, and they are not a bad choice for each other, they are a suitable one that will progress House Targaryen forward. Harrison and Aemond have our support for their marriage," Rhaenyra announced.

"This can't…" Alicent started to say, turning to look to her father for support, but for one of the few times Otto was standing there looking a little lost, clearly never having imagined that something like this would happen, that he had lost control of two of his grandchildren, the more capable and liked ones, and that there would be so much power moved so suddenly to Rhaenyra's side.

"Ah thank you," Aemond nodded when his men walked in with Jaehaerys and Jaehaera in their arms and walked over to pass them to Helaena, his sister hugging her children close as they settled into her arms.

They turned to see Alicent and Otto looking furious, but also realising that one of the very few chess pieces that they potentially had to swing things in their favour.

"I am growing tired," Viserys suddenly announced, visibly weakening, "I want it announced through the…realm the marriage…between my son and…my grandson…and to plan the…celebrations…for it,"

"You can not…"

"I am King!" Viserys interrupted Alicent, spinning to her and grunting when he nearly fell over, but the KIng's Guard studied him and surreptitiously kept him on his feet. "The decision is made,"

Alicent turned and stormed out of the throne room, Otto following close behind her, leaving behind a slightly awkward group who clearly didn't know what to say.

"Helaena come!" Aegon demanded.

"No," Helaena said sharply while Harrison stared at the men before turning to his husband and asking baffled.

"Is he serious? Did he zone out for the whole conversation?"

"He is beyond stupid most of the time," Aemond snorted.

"You can't speak to me like that I am…"

"Yes?" Aemond smirked at his brother.

"This won't stand!" Aemond started laughing at his brother's declaration, causing the older brother to go almost purple with rage before he stormed forward towards Helaena, fury clear on his face. He froze in place though when Aemond, Harrison, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Baela and Rhaena all drew a weapon from their person.

"This is enough, leave," Viserys ordered from between his King's Guard.

"Well, this is going to be fun," Harrison beamed up at Aemond who snorted in amusement, but his purple eye was soft as he looked down at Harrison.

Rhaenyra and Daemon exchanged a glance with each other seeing that look, Daemon huffing and rolling his eyes.

---

"You're back early!" Harrison cried happily seeing Aemond standing in the middle of their chambers as he returned from his day at court. He quickly slammed the door behind himself and raced across the room to the blond.

Aemond chuckled as he stood and drew Harrison against him, claiming his husband's mouth in a lingering kiss.

"I missed you," Harrison admitted softly, reaching up and sliding Aemond's eyepatch off, stroking his thumb under his false eye the way he did every time it was revealed to him.

"Spending two days away from you was hell, even more so than I was expecting, and I was already dreading it. You have become as much a part of myself as I am," Aemond said roughly, wrapping his arms around Harrison and drawing him closer so that there was no space between them.

"I love you, more than anything, I love you," Harrison confessed, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Aemond sounded breathless as he asked the slightly off-point question.

"Yes?" Harrison said slightly bemused, it was not what he had been expecting when he had been planning the confession while Aemond had been away.

"I have never stopped loving you since we were children, it just developed with time. The marriage made sense, but I already loved you when I proposed it,"

Harrison laughed before he cupped the back of Aemond's head and pulled him in for a deep kiss, wrapping himself around the husband that had come to mean everything to him over the last four months of their lives together.

Aemond reached down and cupped the backs of his thighs, lifting him up and urging him to wrap his legs around his waist before moving across the room to tumble the two of them into their bed, his lips reattaching to Harrison's the moment he settled on top of his husband.

---

They lay curled up together under the covers, Aemond tugging the furs a little higher around Harrison's shoulders to try and keep out the cold air from his husband. Harrison was curled up on top of his chest, his cheeks still flushed with pleasure from their lovemaking, Aemond chuckled when Harrison tangled their legs together under the covers in the way that he liked doing and pressed his face into Aemond's chest.

"How did you get on?" Harrison asked stroking his hand over Aemond's stomach.

"With Baratheon and Hightower, or Daemon and Jacaerys?"

"Yes," Harrison answered cheekily and started laughing brightly when Aemond pinched his bum cheek.

"Daemon glowered at me the whole time and asked about a million and one questions,"

"He didn't stab you though, he's definitely coming to like you," Harrison beamed, "and he didn't shove you off a cliff, or out of a tower, or…"

"I get the point, he didn't kill me," Aemond snorted.

"Jacaerys?" Harrison asked a little more hesitantly.

"We had a….conversation," Aemond said slowly.

"Why do you sound not so sure it was a conversation?" Harrison asked cautiously, turning and resting his chin on Aemond's chiseled chest and looking at him with concerned green eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, my love," Aemond stroked his thumb over Harrison's bottom lip, pressing into the cushion of it. "We had an argument, and got a lot out of our systems, Jacaerys expressed the fact that he believed that I was going to hurt you and that my plan was to harm you and the rest of the family all along, I set him straight, we nearly ended up sword fighting, Daemon smacked us both over the back of the head, literally, and pointed out that if either of us took so much of a hair off of each other you would be both furious and hurt by it,"

"I would have been," Harrison nodded, his green eyes still shining with worry.

"I told you not to look at me like that my love," Aemond chided gently, "after Daemon pointed that out to us, we talked, I told him how much you meant to me, how much you had always meant to me. We aren't going to be friends, and I am not sure that we ever really will be, but we have managed to reach an agreement to be civil with each other, and when it comes down to it the most important thing to us is making sure that our family gets through this and wins,"

"You really managed to reach that agreement?" Harrison asked hopefully, sliding up Aemond's body and settling himself astride his husband's stomach.

"Yes, things are improving. And Baratheon and Hightower both agreed that it would be very dangerous for them to support mother and Aegon when it is only really them and Cristan Cole, and grandfather on their side,"

"Next time, I am coming with you," Harrison said softly cupping Aemond's face and leaned down to kiss him, deeply and lingeringly.

"Definitely, it felt like hell being parted from you," Aemond said when they parted drawing Harrison down for a deeper kiss, Harrison opening up to him and allowing him in to taste his husband.

"Kastafyre sulked missing you and Vhagar as well," Harrison smiled between kisses.

"Vhagar pined for the two of you as well, we moped together," Aemond chuckled.

"All I wanted was you to be home, with me, inside me," Harrison breathed out, reaching behind himself to line Aemond back up with his entrance before sinking down onto him again.

"Harrison," Aemond panted, throwing his head back in pleasure.

---

"Mother has gone into labour," Harrison raced into the hall panting, before frowning when he saw the expressions on everyone's faces. "What?"

"Father has died, despite everything, Mother and Aegon are flying from Hightower to try and crown him King, Lord Hightower sent us the warning," Aemond said lowly.

"We need Rhaenyra at Kings Landing as quickly as possible," Daemon rubbed his eyes.

"There is no way that she is moving for at least 2 days, and that is supposing that everything goes well," Harrison shook his head.

"I will fly to Kings Landing and ensure that they can't get near the throne," Aemond said, grabbing his sword and strapping it to his belt.

"I will come with you," Lucaerys nodded.

"And me," Jacaerys stood.

"It will be dangerous," Daemon frowned.

"Mother needs you here, and Harrison needs to stay here as well, if something…if something happens to mother during the birth he is her heir," Jacaerys shook his head.

"We will make sure that the King's Guard stays loyal to father's wishes," Aemond walked over to Harrison and cupped his face to kiss him gently.

"Be careful, please," Harrison said concerned.

"I said that we would not go anywhere without each other, I can not keep that promise right now, but I will not be passing into the arms of The Stranger without you," Aemond promised. Harrison wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed their lips together fiercely.

"Look after each other!" He partially ordered and partially begged, looking over his husband and brothers.

"We will," Lucerys promised, walking over to hug Harrison tightly.

"We will be going as well," Baela and Rhaena said walking over to them.

"You…"

"The more dragon riders that show up, and the more of a united front that our family shows, the stronger position we are in," Baela shook her head at her father, wrapping him in a hug.

"It will not be long, and then we will all be together," Rhaena nodded also hugging her father.

"Be careful, all of you," Daemon said looking over them all.

"We will see you soon," Aemond said, looking directly at Harrison.

Ten minutes later Harrison and Daemon stood at the windows of Dragonstone as five dragons flew away from the island, Vhagar in the middle, massive and leading the group. He couldn't help the clench of fear that went through him at seeing his husband, brothers, and step-sisters flying away into possible danger, the feeling of them being separated at this moment was terrifying and just felt wrong when their strengths were being together. Daemon reached out and wrapped his arm around Harrison's shoulder squeezing him gently to his side.

The two of them looked at each other and took a deep breath before they turned to go to Rhaenyra's rooms where her shouts of pain could be heard echoing through the castle.

---

Harrison smiled brightly when he saw a blond wearing an eye patch waiting on the top of the tower that he was aiming for, clearly, they had been spotted coming into land. Kastafyre roared out in greeting to his rider's husband as they banked around the tower, Harrison undoing the belt around his waist and threw himself out of his saddle, landing on the tower roof that he and Aemond had landed on months before together on their first day of being married.

His blond was there right away, as Harrison was straightening up Aemond was wrapping his arms around Harrison's waist and the two of them slammed their lips together hungrily. The two of them tried to press themselves as close to each other as they possibly could, the ache that they had been feeling since they had been forced to part finally easing up now that they were back in each other's arms.

"Rhaenyra? The baby?" Aemond asked anxiously.

"Fine, both of them are fine, mother and Daemon will be flying out together tomorrow with Helaena and the twins. She had a girl that they have called Visenya," Harrison grinned.

"Thank the gods," Aemond sighed closing his eye before opening it again and drawing Harrison in for another kiss. "We managed to beat Mother and Aegon here, they were arrested as soon as they stepped into the Keep. Ser Harrold was already ready to ensure that they could not perform a coup. The two of them are in the dungeons under arrest for treason along with Larys and Cristan who tried to get the King's Guard to turn against my sister and take Aegon's side,"

"Are you ok?" Harrison asked concerned, reaching up to slide Aemond's eye patch off, running his thumbs under both eyes gently.

"Yes, I wasn't really sure how it would make me feel until I was escorting them to the dungeons, and I…" Aemond hesitated, looking up at the stars in the sky above them.

"What is it?" Harrison asked concerned for his husband. His breath caught when Aemond looked down at him, and it was as though the last barrier that he had not even known was between them had been yanked away and his love was looking at him completely open and there for him to read, completely vulnerable to him.

"I realised that I have been happier in the last five months that we have been married than I have ever been in my life. Getting to know Rhaenyra properly as an adult, but her giving me the kindness and support of a mother that I never got from my own has been something I never imagined that I would get, getting to know Daemon and having a father figure has been something else, having someone that seems to understand me the way that he does makes me feel like I should have been his son and not my father's. Getting to be with Helaena where I do not have to worry about her, where I don't have to worry about exposing one of my weak points to others, and not having to worry about what Aegon is doing to her has been amazing, getting to spend time with the twins has been amazing. My relationship with Jacaerys and Lucerys, Baela and Rhaena will always be a delicate one, but I think we are getting somewhere, especially after coming here together and seeing that they trusted me to be on our side and not stab them in the back even when I was faced with mother and Aegon gives me hope, and having Joffrey in my life, getting to look after him and be part of his life has been so much fun and so nice to have a different relationship with him than I do with the others. And you…"

Harrison caught his breath when Aemond looked at him, and he was sure that he would forever think himself deeply lucky to be looked at with so much love.

"You are…everything to me, I love you more than anything else in my life Harrison, more than I can put into words, more than I can ever hope to express. You have made my life so much better, you have made me actually enjoy and live my life rather than just surviving it. I know what it is to be truly loved, all thanks to you, and I will love you for the rest of this life and beyond it. You and I were meant for each other, and…I love you," Aemond breathed out shaking his head.

"I love you too Aemond, now and forever," Harrison breathed out, cupping his face and drawing him down to press their lips together again gently. "You are my world and have made me so happy, and I will always love you, and believe myself the luckiest man for the fact that I get to be your husband and have you by my side, that I get to know and feel your love," Harrison said between kisses before sealing their lips together again, the two of them falling into the kiss underneath the blanket of stars twinkling down on them as Kastafyre and Vhagar twisted together over their heads before flying off together after having been parted.

---

"I feel sick!" Aemond groaned dropping down onto the chair and covering his face with his hands.

"Here," Lucaerys said cautiously nudging a bin in front of him, and then took a big step back as though worried that Aemond would throw up all over him.

"He will be fine, he is a fighter," Baela patted his shoulder.

"Everything will be just fine," Helaena said from his other side, rubbing his back.

"I know, I trust your word and what you have seen, but the thought of what he is going through…" Aemond gulped back some bile.

"You two are so in love that it is a little sickening," Daemon snorted before grunting when Rhaena hit him in the stomach, quite firmly.

"Father!" she scolded.

"Sorry!" He held his hands up with a chuckle. All their heads snapped around when they heard a loud shout echoing from behind the closed door before a loud wail followed not long after.

"It is a girl!" Rhaenyra beamed proudly as she raced from the room, she was still wearing her tiara from where she had dashed from the council meeting at the news that Harrison had gone into labour.

"A girl!" Aemond stood up rapidly and then swayed in place as he went lightheaded.

"He has been fretting up a storm that would make Storms End jealous," Daemon snorted as he and Lucaerys reached out to steady him.

"Can we see them?" Baela asked eagerly.

"Of course, Harrison asked for you all, he wants to introduce you to our little miracle," Rhaenyra could not stop smiling and she turned to lead them back into the birthing room.

"Harrison!" Aemond hurried around them all and raced to his husband's bedside where he was sitting looking utterly exhausted, covered by bloody sheets and covered in sweat holding a small bundle to his chest. "You look as though you have just fought a dragon barehanded!"

"I feel like I have, it was worth it though," Harrison laughed tiredly, moving his hand slightly so that Aemond could see the tiny baby in his arms. He watched with a soft smile as Aemond fell in love with their daughter right there and then, his purple eye looking her over with so much adoration that Harrison's breath caught in his chest.

Aemond reached out carefully at Harrison's nod and scooped their daughter up and placed her carefully in his arms, looking down at her tiny face with love, stroking his hand over her blonde hair tenderly, before turning around to show her to the rest of their family.

"May I introduce Aemma," He said.

"Boys…" Rhaenyra covered her mouth as she looked between them with tears in her eyes.

"We would be honoured if she could carry that name," Aemond told his sister.

"Thank you boys, this means…thank you," Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around her brother and granddaughter, hugging them carefully before she leaned down to kiss Harrison's forehead.

"Come, let us leave them and my granddaughter to have a little time together, we will be right outside if you need anything," Daemon said half an hour later, reluctantly pressing Aemma back into Harrison's arms, kissing the young man's forehead, and then a surprised Aemond's where he was sitting on the bed next to Harrison with his arm around his husband.

They watched their family leave before they turned to each other with tired smiles, their eyes going down to their daughter almost simultaneously.

The second in line to the throne of Westeros lay falling asleep in her carrier's arms, unknowing of what her birth meant to their family, fully tying them together, not knowing what had happened for them to be here. There was sadness and there were difficult decisions along that path, Aegon, Alicent, Otto, Larys and Cristan would never be a danger to her, her fathers had made sure of that, and though it had hurt Aemond a little for the bonds that should have existed between them and the loyalty that his mother had brainwashed him with from a child, as soon as they found out Harrison was pregnant the choice to raise the executions of those that could harm them had been the only choice that he could make so that he could be sure that his family would be safe.

Aemma would live a long and happy life, becoming Queen Aemma, first of her name, but before she sat on the Iron Throne there was a long rule of Queen Rhaenyra, first of her name, and then King Harrison, first of his name.

With the marriage and children that bloomed from the marriage of Aemond Targaryen and Harrison Targaryen as he had taken his husband's surname, the Dance of the Dragon was averted, and the House of the Dragon was bound together tighter than they had been in centuries with Rhaenyra and Daemon at the head of their family, and Harrison and Aemond right behind them.