⩩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⤿ so i got carried away like usual (though i’m not sorry about it) and ended up writing mini-drabbles instead of headcanons, so each piece is a little longer than your usual headcanon, but not overly long! you get the gist <33 comments, reblogs, and likes are really appreciated ofc!
𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻
⤿ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: established relationship, modern!au, f!reader, fluff, sexual references, mentions of sexual activity, accidental exposure to sexual activity, suggestive dialogue (?), teasing, embarrassment. ꒰ w.c 670+ ꒱
the door to his room is barely closed behind you before you’re already talking, dropping your bag on the floor and flopping face-first onto his bed like you’re trying to physically escape the last twenty minutes of your life.
“i’m never going back to my apartment again,” you announce into his pillow, voice muffled. “i’m serious. i live here now.”
jace, sitting at his desk supposedly finishing an essay, swivels his chair around. “okay, what happened.”
“i walked in and my roommate was just— going at it on the couch. our couch, jace, the one we eat cereal on.” you roll over onto your back, arm flung over your eyes, trying quite frankly to block out the memory of her and some stranger with their hands halfway down each other’s pants like it was nothing. “she didn’t even hear me come in. i just stood there for like four full seconds trying to figure out if i should say something or just leave, and then i left, and now i can’t stop thinking about it.”
“four seconds is a lot of seconds.” he said, fighting the urge to laugh badly, at the look on your face.
“i was in shock, you don’t just walk in on that and immediately have the motor skills to turn around.”
“i mean, to be fair,” he says, getting up and crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, “we do that too. we’re not exactly innocent here.” you shift automatically to make room, curling into his side.
“that’s different.”
“how is that different,” he asks, clearly enjoying himself now.
“because it’s you and me, and it’s not happening in front of anyone, and no one’s walking in on us mid…” you gesture vaguely, unable to finish the sentence, “—whatever that was.”
“so it’s the audience that’s the problem.”
“it’s the audience and the fact that i now have to look her in the eye tomorrow like nothing happened.” you sigh, tracing idle shapes against his forearm without really thinking about it. “anyway. i’m staying over today, baby, i can’t deal with facing her right now, i just want to stay here and pretend the last hour didn’t happen.” the word slips right out, tucked into the sentence like it’s nothing, and you don’t even clock that you’ve said it until you feel him go still beside you.
“you want to what,” he asks, and there’s something different in his voice now, something amused and a little too pleased with itself.
“i want to—”you stop. replay the last ten seconds. “oh my god.”
“mhm.” the corner of his mouth is already curving up, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring it.
“okay, don’t.”
“i didn’t say anything.”
“you’re about to say something, i can see it happening on your face right now.” you sit up, already covering your face with both hands. “baby—no. stop.”
“i haven’t even said anything yet,” he points out, grinning now, fully, not even trying to hide it. “you’re the one who called me baby in the middle of a story about your roommate having sex on your couch.”
“i’m aware of what i just did, thank you.”
“i’m just saying, the timing was interesting.”
“the timing was an accident. it means nothing.” you’re still hiding behind your hands, but you can feel your own face going warm, which is the worst part, because now he’s definitely never going to let this go.
“say it again,” he says, tugging one of your hands gently away from your face. “properly this time, not attached to a trauma story.”
“absolutely not. that opportunity has passed.”
“that’s so unfair, i only got the accidental version,” he says, pouting like the injustice of it personally wounds him.
“and that’s the only version you’re getting tonight.” you flop back down onto the bed, still covering your face with your free hand, and he lies down next to you, tugging that one away too so he can see you properly, still wearing that insufferably smug look.
“for the record,” he says, quieter now, “i liked it.”
𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻
⤿ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: established relationship, modern!au, f!reader, fluff, minor injury, knife cut, blood, emotional distress, hurt/comfort. ꒰ w.c 690+ ꒱
you’re halfway through chopping vegetables for dinner when the knife slips, catching the edge of your palm instead of the onion, and you hiss out a curse before you’ve even fully registered the sting.
“i’m fine,” you call out immediately, more out of habit than truth, pressing a paper towel hard against the cut. your eyes are already welling up though, embarrassingly, before you’ve even decided how much it actually hurts.
valarr appears in the doorway before you’ve even finished the sentence, drawn by the clatter of the knife hitting the cutting board. he doesn’t ask twice, just crosses the kitchen straight to you, already reaching for your wrist, and then he sees your face, sees the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes, and something in his expression softens further.
“hey… let me see, love,” he says, and the steadiness in his voice makes your shoulders drop half an inch without you meaning them to.
“it’s really not that deep, i don’t know why i’m—” your voice catches, embarrassed, swiping at your eyes with the back of your uninjured hand. “it just startled me.”
“i know.” he peels the paper towel back gently, tilting your palm toward the light, and with his free hand he brushes a stray tear off your cheek with his thumb before it can fall, like it’s simply the next thing that needs doing. “you’re allowed to cry over a knife slip, it doesn’t need justifying.”
“i feel stupid.”
“you’re not stupid. you’re just tender hearted about pain, even small amounts of it. it’s endearing, actually.” he says it plainly, no teasing in it, and it’s enough to pull a wet, embarrassed laugh out of you.
he doesn’t let go of your hand, just tugs you gently toward the sink, turning the tap until the water runs warm, holding your palm under it himself while he watches your face rather than the cut. you flinch at the sting of it, and he leans down without thinking, pressing a kiss to your temple, murmuring something low you don’t quite catch, more felt than heard.
“you can use both hands, you know,” you say, sniffling, trying to steady yourself with something to say.
“i’m aware.” he doesn’t, though, he keeps one arm around you while fumbling the first aid kit open with the other, dabbing antiseptic against the cut unhurried, like he has nowhere else he needs to be. every so often his thumb moves over your knuckles, gentle, grounding, and slowly your breathing evens back out.
by the time he’s smoothing the bandage into place, your eyes have mostly dried, just the faint redness left behind. he studies his own work for a second, then lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your bandaged palm.
“there,” he murmurs, “better?”
you nod, throat still a little tight. “thank you, baby,” you say, without thinking much of it, still watching your bandaged hand, just a word, said the way it always is, no weight behind it that you’re aware of.
but valarr goes still. he knows you didn’t mean anything by it, knows it slipped out the same easy way it always does when you’re not paying attention to yourself. that doesn’t stop the effect it has on him anyway, something in his chest tightening at the sound of it falling from your mouth so carelessly, like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t undo him a little every time regardless of whether you intended it to.
he doesn’t say anything about it. doesn’t ask you to repeat it or make a show of what it did to him. he just pulls you in properly, careful of your hand between you, and presses a kiss to your temple, slow and lingering, like that’s the only response the moment actually calls for.
“i’ve got you,” he murmurs against your skin, quiet, and it’s not really about the cut anymore, not fully. “dinner can wait a minute.”
you settle into him, still a little unsteady, and he holds on a beat longer than the moment strictly requires, chin resting against the top of your head afterward, in no particular hurry to let go.
the door slams harder than it needs to, and you’re off the couch before it’s even finished swinging shut, your phone abandoned somewhere in the cushions.
“aerion?”
he doesn’t answer, just brushes past you toward the kitchen, his jaw locked tight, knuckles split and raw where he’s holding them curled at his side like he doesn’t want you looking at them.
“hey, talk to me.” you follow him, and he braces both hands against the counter, head down, breathing like he’s trying to get something under control before he trusts himself to speak.
“i’m fine,” he says.
“you don’t look fine. you look like you want to put your fist through a wall.”
“i already found something to put it through, thank you.” there’s venom in it, more than usual, and it’s not really aimed at you, but it still lands somewhere that stings anyway.
“okay, can you at least tell me what happened?”
“no, i can’t, and i’d rather not talk about it right now.” he says it firmly, still refusing to look at you, his arms tensed against the counter like he needs something solid to hold onto.
you try again anyway, reaching for his arm, and he shrugs you off, not violently, just enough to make the point that he doesn’t want to be touched right now, which is somehow worse than if he’d snapped at you outright. you’re not sure what to do with him like this, wound tight and refusing to let you close, so you try something quieter instead, hoping it’ll cut through whatever’s got him locked up.
“let me see, baby, please,” you say, keeping your voice low.
that gets him. his head turns, finally, something shifting behind his eyes, like the word caught him off guard enough to crack the anger for a moment. he doesn’t say anything about it, but the tight line of his shoulders eases slightly, enough that he turns to face you properly at last.
you reach up carefully, meaning to check the split along his lip, fingers barely grazing his jaw, and that’s as far as you get. he catches your wrist, not gently, and pulls you in, kissing you hard enough that your back meets the wall behind you a second later, one of his hands braced flat beside your head, the other still holding your wrist like he isn’t ready to let that go either.
you taste copper faintly where the cut on his lip hasn’t fully closed, and you’re too stunned for a moment to do anything but hold onto the front of his shirt, unsure whether to pull him closer or pull back and ask him to slow down. he doesn’t give you much room to decide either way, kissing you like something in him needed exactly this, like the anger from earlier had to go somewhere and this is where he’s chosen to put it.
“aerion,” you manage, when he finally lets you breathe, his forehead dropping to rest against yours, both of you a little unsteady.
“i know,” he says, rough, before you can say anything else. “i know. give me a second.”
“you’re bleeding on me.”
“i’m aware.” but he doesn’t move away, just stays there, breathing hard, like he’s trying to find his footing again after whatever just took hold of him. you can feel his heartbeat where your hand’s still fisted in his shirt, too fast, and slowly, the grip on your wrist loosens.
“i shouldn’t have done that like that,” he says eventually, quieter now, something almost sheepish creeping into his voice even though he clearly isn’t sorry about the kiss itself, just the force of it. “i wasn’t trying to scare you.”
“you didn’t,” you say, even though your pulse is still catching up. “you just surprised me.”
he pulls back enough to actually look at you, checking your face the way you’d tried to check his a minute ago, and something in his expression softens at whatever he finds there. “come here,” he murmurs, gentler this time, guiding you toward the table instead, “let me actually get looked at properly before i do that again.”
Jacaerys....who liked to take his time undressing you, his eyes lingering on your back for longer than appropriate.
It gave him time to think, about all the things he wanted to do to you. It also made him not have to worry about any real responsibilities—atleast for a little while longer.
His fingers were unsteady as they found the first knot. It wasn't like he hadn't undressed you before...he just tended to get too excited. Pupils dilating and arms trembling with anticipation.
He worked slowly, deliberately, as he savored the way the silk cord slid past his fingertips. He let in a deep breathe, closing his eyes to calm down as he moved with only his hands.
One knot, then two, then the third and final one. He couldn't find a reason it would need to be so elaborate other than she had wanted to give him a challenge.
"Was this on purpose?"he murmured, his breath warm agaisnt the back of your neck,"...it won't slow me down."He adds, a hint from challenge in his voice.
The corset is quickly loosened inch by inch, revealing the soft curve of your spine and your soft skin to the glow of the amber torches.
You held the bodice close to your chest instinctively, and he tugged at the fabric until you let it drop to the floor.
Romance - Aegon Targaryen X Reader (Targaryen)
Rating - 18+ (Nudity / Fingering / Orgasms)
Reading Time - 7 min 28 sec (969)
Aegon was frustrated; he’d been forced to train all day in the yard with Ser Cristen, and his mother had ordered the castle servants not to bring him any more wine. He couldn’t even sneak out, since the castle was locked down for the storm that lay over them. The harsh wind whistling through the halls and rain attacked his windows. So he lay on his bed, knotted with the furs and covers as he tried to keep his mind straight.
A loud knock came from his door, which made him groan and pick his head up, “Fuck off!” He yelled,
“Prince Aegon!” The voice called, he knew that voice, it was Y/n, Rhaeynra’s daughter,
“Ughhh, go away, Y/n!”
But the door opened anyway, and she poked her head around the door, “I bring ale.”
He fully perked up but narrowed his eyes, “What kind of ale?”
“Honeymead from Oldtown,” she smiled, showing off the flagon,
“Hummm… leave the ale and go.”
“I also bring pie,” she smiled, showing off a steaming pie,
“What kind of pie?”
“Roasted stag and potato pie.”
“… You can stay,” he accepted begrudgingly, “Close the door.”
She smiled and closed the door as she came in, handing the ale to him and putting the pie beside him,
“Does your mother know you're here?” He asked, grabbing a fork and a goblet from his table,
“No, my prince.”
“Good, does my mother know you're here?” he asked, filling his goblet to the brim and taking a sip,
“No, my prince,” she giggled,
“Alright then, sit.”
She smiled and happily sat down on the bed with him,
“What do you want?” he asked as he began to eat,
She pressed a hand to her chest, “want? What makes you think I want something?”
“Y/n.” he glared, “I may be an idiot. A drunk. A shit bet. A terrible son, a worse brother, a mediocre user of High Valyrian and the least qualified person in the seven kingdoms to ever be king… but… uhhh… what was my point?”
“You think I want something?”
“Oh yeah! Yes, but I’m not an idiot. Wait, that was the first one. I’m not stupid.” He told her, “You brought me ale, pie, and neither of our mothers knows you’re here. What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything, can’t I just bring my uncle a nice pie on a stormy night?”
“What. Do. You. Want. Y/n?”
“… Something,”
“Speak. Or get out.”
“Could… you do that thing for me again?”
“That thing?” he raised a brow, already unable to hold back a sly smile,
“Mhm,”
“What thing?” he chuckled,
“That thing, you did… under the table during high valyrian lessons.”
“… That thing?” He smirked,
“Yes,”
“You liked… that thing I did for you?” he bit his bottom lip, already letting his eyes trail down, trying to find a way he can do it most efficiently, get under the skirts of her dress,
“Mhm,” she blushed,
“And you want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please.”
He scoffed, “Alright, spread your legs and pull up your dress for me.” He ordered, leaving no room for misunderstanding or hesitation,
She blushed hard and giggled, but nodded and obeyed his orders. She adjusted herself on the bed and pulled up her skirt, leaving it bunched around her waist, exposing her legs clad in her soft knee-high stockings and bare cunt.
“Good girl,” he growled. He gave her cheek a small kiss, and his hand slid up her leg and stroked gently over her outer lips, “I am more than happy to do… that thing for you again. So long as you make those adorable little noises again.”
“Mhm,” Y/n cooed, her breath already hitching,
He laughed smugly and stroked his index finger slowly between her lips and stroked the pad of his finger over her clit, watching as her face reacted with gentle pleasure, her cheeks flushing. Feeling the wetness gather against his fingers,
“Uuughhh… Aegon…” she whimpered,
“You are so cute,” he smirked, nibbling on her neck as he sped his finger up, rubbing up and down in fast and smooth movements,
“Uhh! UUuughhh-” she moaned,
Aegon growled, biting harder on her neck, leaving a hickey in the deepest crook of her neck as he added a second finger to rub, turning his vertical strokes into tight circles, “Does that feel good, princess?”
“Mhm-”
“Words. Use your words.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, my prince.”
“Good Girl,” he growled, his hand becoming drenched with her arousal, “Do you love it when I do this… thing to you?”
“Yes,” she began to tremble, closing her eyes tightly as moans fell freely,
“Does this thing feel good?” he asked, moving his thumb to her clit, shoving his index and middle finger inside her with ease,
“Yes!” She moaned, her hips bucking towards his hand,
“Do you want me to keep going? Hu? You want me to make you cum again?” He asked,
“M- mhm- Yes! Yes Please… My prince…” she whimpered,
“Yeah? Just like I did under the table in the library, when you had to hide all your cute little moans from the maester?” he growled, thrusting his fingers as fast and hard as possible,
“Yes! Yes! Aegon, please!” She moaned,
“Go on, cum, or I’ll stop and leave you like this all night again.”
She whimpered, but luckily, with only one single thrust more, she hit her release, squealing and trembling, tumbling into his awaiting arms.
Aegon laughed, sliding his fingers out and licking them clean before he gave her a long wet kiss on the lips, “You really like that… thing, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” she cooed, nuzzling into his tunic,
“Alright,” he laughed, lying down and pulling her with him, “Sleep, I’ve got you.”
“Really, Aegon?”
“Yes, sleep, stupid girl. We can talk when your brain works again.”
She nodded, leaning up to give his lips a peck before she nuzzled up and almost immediately feel asleep,
“Humm… such a funny little thing.” He chuckled before he rested his head on hers.
uncle!aegon ii wakes from a wet dream only to find you beside him
pairing: aegon ii targaryen x niece!reader
a/n: read a fic about reader having a wet dream and was like hold up. i like this. thought this works perfectly with this but uno reverso. i don't want to spoil much but read ahead.
cw: angst slightly at the start. perverted behaviour from both reader and aegon. incest. somnophilia. very submissive aegon. spitting. dom!reader. overly freaked out reader. handjobs. praise. smut. mdni. 18+
based on this ask by @mademoisellepetite
aegon despises his perverted sadistic behaviour. every part of him wishes he could change, to stop himself from wallowing in his filthy fantasies, but he's always been like this. deprived of any affection, so he seeks it out in the most unholy ways.
especially when it comes to you.
his eyes find you across the table, your mouth falling open in laughter as you listen to something your older brother says. your betrothed, jacaerys velaryon, his younger nephew, future king, a boy he'll never be able to live up to.
your eyes catch his gaze, and he swallows trying to hold your stare for as long as he can manage. your lips curl into a smile, something sweet and he shivers before looking away. his eyes flicker back, but your attention has fallen elsewhere, looking towards the other side of the table. he watches you though, the way your hand falls upon your brother's chest every time he jests, and the way your cheeks flush as you sip the red wine.
he hates himself. he hates the way he desires you, the way his thoughts drift as he sees the wine pool at your lips and trail down your delicate throat. he despises how he's unable to focus on anything but the way your finger catches the spillage, before you place the digit into your warm mouth.
he feels another stare looking at him, and his eyes find his mother's scolding stare, not needing to say anything. he knows what she's thinking, he thinks it himself. disgusting boy. perverted. shame to the family name.
she's sworn him from you, told you it's a match that will never happen and yet he still wishes as his wet eyes fall across the table to you.
you're the first thought when aegon wakes, and the last thought before he sleeps. it's no wonder he's plagued with dreams of you as well, haunted by what could have been.
it's how you find him, slipping into his room in the late hours of the night. you managed to distract the guards, with the help of your older brother, leading them away from his chambers for just a second, enough time for you to run through the halls and to your uncle's room.
you can barely see in the room, a candle light in hand as you step around until you're able to find a few to the side to light. a dim light cascades across the room by the time you notice him in his bed, gentle snores filling the room as he sleeps and you can't help but smile at his blissfully unaware state.
then his mouth falls open, a broken whimper that completely takes you by surprise and has you glued to your spot as you watch him cautiously. it happens again, more of a gentle hum and you hear something that sounds like your name.
your name.
you giggle, stepping around the frame of the bed as you eye him. a thin sheet covers him, and as he shifts you can notice the bulge poking at the cover between his legs. it's damp there and as you peel the cover slightly, just to get a little peak, you catch the sight of thick white fluid leaking all over his hard cock.
poor aegon, you think. to think he's suffering like this.
he whines your name again, much clearer this time as he shifts around in the bed.
"aegon," you whisper, kneeling on the edge of the bed. "aegon." you crawl, before sliding down next to him.
he still doesn't wake, but he hums delicately before letting out a soft please.
"aegon," you repeat louder, lips pressing against the shell of his ear. "wake up, my love."
his eyes begin to flutter open, looking up to the ceiling before making its way around the room. it takes him a moment, eyes threatening to shut again but there's something pulling him away, nails dragging along his naked chest and something soft pressing just below his ear.
"aegon."
his face turns, one eye open and the other still fighting to adjust to the candle lit room.
you.
your hand slips lower, underneath the cotton sheet, dragging your nails down his stomach until you reach just at his hairy trail. your fingers graze lightly between the strands, playing with them and he can't help but let out a pathetic whimper.
"need me to help you uncle?"
he nods instantly, eyes half lidded as he looks back at you.
you shake your head, pressing your nose into his as you lean further into him before saying, "need you to use your words."
"please," he pleads, voice dripping with need. "please touch—"
you barely let him finish his words before your hand finds his cock, letting your fingers run along the length of him from base to tip. he's dripping, cum leaking all over his fat cock and onto your hand as you wrap your fingers around him.
"need you to—uh—just—"
you hush him, kissing the corner of his mouth before sliding your hand over him with your own shaky breath.
he's dreaming, he tells himself. there's no way he'll be allowed to finish, just like all the other dreams before, and he'll find himself covered in his own mess in the bed. there's nothing to tell him that this is really happening, no pinch to his skin that he's not willing to give himself, and your too sweet to ever hurt him.
but it feels real, his thighs clenching as your thumb circles his swollen tip, smirking at the way he moans pitifully into your lips.
you kiss him, lips pressing in between his, gentle at first until his mouth falls open again and you slide your tongue in.
this feels even more realistic, your tongue sliding against his, uncertain, tracing the crevices of his mouth before pushing against his tongue. it's not all hot and heavy like he usually dreams of, it seems you're between not knowing fully what to do, and wanting to know the inside of his mouth.
he keeps his lips open, hoping you'll grace him with your tongue again, but he's happy with whatever you'll give him. actually, he's desperate for whatever he can get.
"please," he gulps, a strangled breath escaping him when your fingers tighten around his length. "more—" he doesn't know what exactly to say and his mouth chases yours, but you pull away.
"be good," you tell him, and his eyes fall closed, groaning as you lead him. "open your eyes."
he obeys, wet eyes looking up at you.
"good boy."
his whole body convulses, lower stomach tightening and dick twitching in his hand. he's close, but he tries to fight it, not wanting this to end. but how can he, when your sliding your hand over his dick, and looking at him like that.
"open your mouth for me."
and he does, parting his lips, waiting for your tongue. but that's not what he gets, your lips falling over his, a second passing before your own saliva drips from them and into his mouth.
he moans again, letting the spit fall over his tongue, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing.
"you're being so behaved for me," you whisper into his mouth, and your hand squeezes his cock, before you pick up your pace just a bit more. "you going to cum for me?"
he nods, tears pooling at his water line even though he's trying to hold back.
"my good boy."
that does it for him, pushing him over the edge, hips moving on their own volition as he chases your hands. he breaks, long steams of his seed spilling out of him and coating your hand, joining the already made mess that's coated his shaft and heavy balls until it's dripping on his thighs.
you don't let up, not until aegon's hips slow down, and his shaky breaths fall into heavy pants. not until you're completely sure he's done.
it takes aegon a moment to realise he's not sleeping, his eyes still finding the candle lit room and you lying next to him. his eyes follow your gaze, finding your hand parting from his soft cock, dripping with him.
"can i taste it?" it's not even hungry as the words fall from your mouth just genuine curiosity.
and that breaks him even more, soft cock twitching and tears spilling from his eyes.
"aegon."
this is real. this is happening.
"aegon?" your eyebrows raise, lips falling into a soft pout at his silence.
"yes," he whispers into the room, eyes only growing wider when you lift yourself off of him. "but you don't—"
your tongue darts out, not across your hand—no, that would be too kind— over his cock, gathering some of the fluid into your mouth. he's half hard again at your actions, only getting stiffer as your tongue glides over him and your hum at the taste.
he's ruined, pitiful whines already falling over his lips again, and all he can think is that he never wants this to end.
betrothed to lucerys velaryon, you are supposed to be bonded to him. supposed to be surrounding yourself with him and falling in love. with his elder brother lurking around, there is no way that can happen.
content warnings: fem!reader, infidelity, heavy kissing
you shouldn’t be doing this.
the thought races in your mind like an arrow whistling through the air, quick and piercing when it lands. you’re betrothed to the younger brother, hand given to lucerys velaryon for a stronger tie between your house and that of the dragon clan. you should be courting the young boy now, walking with him in the gardens and laughing at his attempts to joke and make you smile. yet instead, you’re hidden behind a tapestry in the halls of dragonstone, arms wound around the neck of another.
jacaerys’ kisses are filled with heat, lips slanted over yours in a bruising dance. one of his hands laid snaked up your spine, while the other was tangled in your hair, tugging and pulling on the strands until you were whimpering into his mouth.
the sweetness of your forbidden tryst roots itself deep into your bones, the thrill of sneaking around with jace igniting something inside of you that lucerys could never bring forth. you have no ill will towards the boy. no hatred or resentment that runs deep. it’s just that his brother is the kind of lover that’s tender and all consuming; a person you see yourself being able to adore.
“gods,” jace groans against your lips, pulling away slightly to brush his nose against yours. breaths mingled within each other, you stare into his chocolate brown eyes, taking in their warmth and the love that is spreading through them. “beautiful. absolutely fucking beautiful.”
as much as jace’s words ring like siren songs in your ears, you still can’t help the gnarled pulse of horror running through your gut, each time spent with the older brother reminding you that you should be courting the younger.
a sudden wave of nausea hits you like a tidal wave, your arms unwinding from jace’s neck so you can push at his chest. the boy chases your lips for a second, taking a moment to understand the severity of your fleeing attempts to let you go and throw his hands up in a cautionary manner. “darling? what’s wrong?” jace’s voice is as smooth as velvet, and it makes you even more sick knowing he reserves it only for you.
“we cannot be doing this.” you harshly whisper, flattening your hair that jace had successfully manhandled. “if anyone discovers us-“
“no one will discover us,” jace’s voice was soft, an attempted balm to the agony ripping through your heart. you hated doing this to lucerys. hated slighting him and making him out to be the fool in the end. it wasn’t fair to the boy, and you knew that. a warm pair of hands soothed up your forearm, jace’s fingers dancing across the skin. “we have kept our romances a secret for this long. we can keep it for a little longer.”
your head shook vehemently, tears cresting over your waterline as you attempted to pull away from jace’s touch. “how much is a little longer, jace? when luke and i are married, are you going to surprise him with the knowledge of our affairs? or are you going to slight your own brother? keeping this secret of ours until the day you draw your last breath?”
jace’s eyes turned doe-like, his fingers tracing down the vein in your arm until he laced his digits with yours. he brought your knuckles to his lips, brushing their softness against the skin before pressing on a firm kiss. you couldn’t help but melt at the action, the thoughts of lucerys slowly drifting away like the tide.
“i love my brother, and i would never hand him the injustice of stealing his wife,” you hadn’t noticed you had dropped your head to the ground, not until jace’s freehand was gripping your chin softly and lifting it so you were looking into his chestnut irises. “but alas, i cannot deny the burning love i feel for you; the way my heart calls your name. if you wish it, i will find a way for us to be together, a way that won’t tarnish you or luke.”
his words were a hope, one you wished to come to life and become true. yet you knew the way of the realm you lived in, the way of the people and how they reacted to scandal. if jace really could pull this off, it would be a miracle from the seven themselves. a gift so gracious you wouldn’t know what to do with it. in the end, all you could day was pray; pray that you and jace can make it in this world of vipers and schemers, and that luke didn’t get hurt in the crossfire.
“we will have to wade through this carefully, my love,” you responded, squeezing the hand that gripped yours. “or it could be ruin for both of us.”
➵ summary: HOTD and AKOTSK men with their wife's cat
➵ pairing: jacaerys x reader, aemond x reader, gwayne x reader, ormund x reader, daeron x reader, aerion x reader, maekar x reader, lyonel x reader
➵ warnings: fluff?
➵ notes: i got excited writing aerion's and ormund's part, maybe i'm gonna create a longer version later for their headcanons + i was planning to write about helaena here too but i'm gonna do something only for her
Aemond — Aemond already has a dragon, that is almost like a huge cat, so he doesn't see why someone would want a pet that it's less intimidating and that can only put fear on rats and birds. You try to convince him about how nice is to have a kitty and that a cat it's like a smaller dragon but he can't see Vhagar as a cat, maybe because that's a really old and massive lady that went through many wars? Maybe
He will get along eventually, even creating a bond and spending some nice time together, but he still prefers his dragon.
Gwayne — if he needed to choose a pet he would like a dog, that he would take to hunts and hikes, playing with it at his free time, but he sees no problem with his wife's little furry friend. He likes that you can have a company when he's not around so you don't feel so alone and when he's around he likes their company, it's calming and cozy. In any case, if his wife is happy he's also happy, but now Gwayne is wondering if he should also get a cat to be friends with his wife's cat, or maybe a dog to follow him.
Jacaerys — at first Jace doesn't like the cat that much, he can't see what that thing does that charms you soo much, a dog, or a dragon, is so much more fun, something much more active you could play with that is not just sleeping and begging for food all day.
But at some day, when the cat tries to play with Jacaerys, bitting him and acting like crazy out of nothing he gets surprised and after that, when the little one comes to sleep next to him, showing that it also likes him because he smells like you, he's amazed by that and how charming it can also be so he starts to understand your love for cats.
Ormund — a pet that cleans itself? and let the house clean, without rats spreading diseases? this man is in heaven with his- i mean, your new best friend. Ormund uses the cat almost as a stress ball, caressing the fluffy flur and talking to it but only when nobody is watching... he needs to keep his reputation!
The only thing that would annoy Ormund it's the cat hair everywhere, you would see him cleaning his clothes with his hands everytime the cat comes around and lay on his lap or rub its body on his boots. He also cleans your clothes if he sees hair on your dress, but it wouldn't take longer to have even more hair on you so after some time he just accepts it.
Daeron — nap friends? nap friends! You would often see your cat snuggling and purring to Daeron while both are sleeping, or when he's unconscious after drinking too much. Either way, they get along pretty well, the cat also offers its company to calm Daeron when he is anxious.
When you're sleeping, the cat is at your feet and Daeron wakes up with tears on his eyes, trembling and breathless after another nightmare, you try to talk with him while your companion gets closer, rubbing its head at daeron and looking at him almost like it understands everything that's happening.
Aerion — the cat is his first enemy at his own home. He hates that little thing because he's jealous, he's expecting you to jump into his arms when he's at home after a long day but instead you're reading a book with that stupid cat on your lap, and it's even receiving caresses from you? He swears that the cat looks at him with a "haha idiot, the girl is mine" face.
Once when he fell asleep the cat was layed next to him and when Aerion woke up he was ready to act like a soldier who detected an enemy sneaking up behind him, but then the cat looked at him and sayed "meow~" on a way too cute tone. After this moment Aerion would tolerate that thing a little bit more, even rubbing its belly sometimes when he's trying to get your attention but the cat is taking it all for it. Soon he will discover that they look at lot alike.
Maekar — his children are already a headache for him so no more things to worry about in his life, please. Maekar appreciates your cat company when they are together because, as Daeron, he thinks it's calming and cozy, but he's not into the idea of taking care of it or creating a bond, he will let this job for you, despite the cat being always at his lap or at his feet when he's at his office dealing with paperwork.
Lyonel — absolutely a dog person, it's just his style you know? A cat can't follow his vibe, or at least it's what he thinks. Lyonel would only love an orange cat because they would share the same personality, but if your cat it's not like this then it's just a cute little thing he doesn't care too much, obviously he deals with the cat nicely, specially because it's his hife best friend, but he just don't give much attention to it.
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☾︎ Summary - Jace and reader escape their duties for the day, and he finds her sitting on the beach alone. As he heals from his wounds from the Gullet, they share comforting and happy moments with each other. They let themselves finally calm, and stay close to one another.
Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen!fem!reader
☾︎ Authors notes- EEE, I'm so happy 🤭 This is part 3 in the 'carry our bodies safe to shore' series 🥹 (yes I'm making it a series, sue me) I might make more, I might not. I LOVE how I ended this I literally had tears in my eyes when I finished writing it lmaoo 😭 I also made more parallels hehe. tysm for everyone reading and interacting my fics, it genuinely warms my heart and I want to cry 😭 likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated sm <3
I would definitely recommend you read part 1 and part 2 before this!
☾︎ Word count - 2,680
☾︎ Warnings - Jace does NOT die in this, Targaryen!fem!reader, reader has white hair, no specified relation to Jacaerys, slight angst, mentions of nightmares, hurt/comfort, FLUFFY FLUFF, COMFORTING <3, I think that's it.
Translations: Nuhys qēlos - my star. Avy jorrāelan - I love you. Vēzos ñuho - my sun.
❥・・┈┈┈༚༅༚˳.୨୧.˳༚༅༚┈┈・・❥
The breeze is cool from the ocean. The waves crash against the shore as I tilt my head towards the warm sun, my eyes closed. Dragons circle Dragonstone, screeching occasionally before leaving my view. The sand is corse between my fingers.
"I knew I would find you out here."
I turn my head to the side and open my eyes as I smile. Jace smiles back, albeit tired.
His wounds are better. Much better than what they were before. He has his moments of weakness throughout the day, his eyes shutting tightly with his jaw clenched at council meetings. He rolls his shoulder from time to time, like as if he's making sure it's still there. Like he's still able to move.
My eyes would watch him carefully during those meetings, bracing for something. He would squeeze my hand reassuringly.
"How so?"
He sits down beside me. I watch his jaw flex, I instinctively reach for his arm, helping him sit down in the sand.
"You always watch the water," He murmurs. He reaches out, his thumb brushing against my jawline soothingly. "Like you're looking for answers."
I hum quietly, pushing his messy curls from his face. I hold his hand against my cheek, savoring his warmth as I close my eyes once more. He manages to wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm almost on top of him. His scent and warmth are everywhere. He's all-consuming. His skin and body against mine, the sun above us—I'm wrapped in all that is him.
Warm, warm, warm.
I rest my forehead against his temple. His hair tickles my cheeks, but I don't mind. I savor it. He pulls us down onto the sand, and we don't move. We stay wrapped in the closeness and the quiet.
I kiss his cheekbone softly.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the small council?"
I inquire, My voice amused. He pulls back to meet my gaze, his eyes gleaming with amusment. Teasing. His hands cup my face as he smiles.
"Aren't you supposed to be there also, my dear betrothed?"
I scoff, shoving his chest gently, though the smile on my face betrays my false annoyance.
"Hm. The ocean gives better company than men arguing like children."
He lets out a laugh, throwing his head back as I watch him fondly. I look at him like he's the stars; his laughter is a peom itself. If I could keep the sound of his laugh forever, I would.
My heart clenches. My throat is tight. Too tight.
"You don't need to keep me company, Jace. You're mother is probably wondering where you are—"
He cuts off my sentence by pressing a quick kiss against my lips. Barely there, barely even noticable if I wasn't looking at him.
"Believe me, my love, you're the one keeping me company." He whispers close enough to my lips that I can still taste him. I swallow thickly as warmth travels down my spine. I look away before I sink into the sand and stay there forever.
"But if you would like me to go, I suppose I would have to listen to men that squabble like children—"
"Stay," I whisper, cutting off his words. His teasing smile softens. "Just... stay."
"I won't leave, Nuhys qēlos." His voice is soft as silk, his touch even softer as he interlocks our fingers and presses soft kisses across the back of my hand. Across my wrist. I laugh quietly, my smile widening as he kisses my skin once more before looking back up at me. He holds our tangled hands against his chest. Right against his heart.
I notice he does that more often. In bed, when we hold each other. After nightmares from either of us. After the maesters check his wounds and change his wraps. Even at meals, he presses our hands against his heart.
As if reassuring me, or even himself, that he's alive.
It's both endearing and painful.
"Why aren't you at the small council?" I repeat my question from before. His smile fades slightly, the corners of his eyes tightening.
It's silent for a flicker of a moment.
"They all look at me with pity," He whispers. He clenches his jaw while looking down at the sand. He picks up a fistful, and lets it drizzle slowly through his fingers.
"My mother, the men, even Daemon." He lets out a humorless exhale, shaking his head as he rolls his shoulder. Just once. But it makes my heart clench all the same.
What can I say? There is no point in lying to him. I've seen the stares, the whispers among the guards and maids. How he's broken. Damaged. Ire would slither beneath my skin at the whispers, the looks. They made me sick. Even his mother is far more protective than before.
And yes, even Daemon of all people.
"Even you."
I blink, caught off guard as I shake my head.
"I don't pity you, Jace." My voice is equally quiet.
I purse my lips as I look back towards the sea. The breeze steals away all the words that want to fall from my lips.
He sighs heavily. I glance at him, his throat bobbing harshly.
"I apologize," he murmurs, his cheeks rosy. He doesn't meet my eyes. Though, his thumb rubs gentle circles on my skin. "I spoke out of frustration, you did not deserve that."
I don't speak for a while. I squeeze his hand gently, tugging him until he looks at me again. His brown eyes meet mine, and they soften immensely.
He says nothing as he leans forward, resting his cheek in the crook of my neck. I sigh softly, resting my head against his as I hold him close.
I hum softly, an aimless tune, as I run a hand through his curls. He shifts closer, his nose brushes against my neck as I smile slightly.
"I never wanted to go near the ocean again," I whisper against his hair. He hums in acknowledgment.
"It reminded me of too much pain, too much... everything. I didn't want to feel the cold. Not even the wind. It made me feel sick." I pause. I look down to see Jace watching me.
Intently.
Like I'm some sort of prophet who has given him hope after years of sorrow.
"But I remembered when you pushed me into the water when we were but children."
He lets out a huff of amusement.
"Or when we would lie out here on the sand, just watching the sunset. And the stars that followed."
His fingers find my jaw as he guides my face to his. He presses his lips against mine. Slowly. So achingly slow I let myself feel everything that is him.
He's soft. So soft and kind, and gods, he deserves more than this horrible war. This unsafe realm. He deserves more than pain and suffering. He deserves to feel the sun warming his skin. He deserves to watch his mother rule and his family grow old. He deserves more.
And I wish I could give that to him. I want to.
When he pulls back, his eyes are still closed.
Fuck, he looks so tired. I swallow past the lump in my throat as I cup his face in my hands. I'm not sure why tears sting my eyes, but they do.
"You look weary," I murmur, rubbing my thumbs across his cheekbones. He lets out a quiet sigh, leaning down to press a kiss on my wrist.
"I'm better." He pauses. "You help me feel better."
We watch the water crash against the shore. The water never stops; it just keeps doing it over and over. It reminds me of Jace in a way. Never stopping, always fighting back, even when the world pushes him down repeatedly.
"I was... afraid of the water. Even... flying." His voice is vulnerable, so quiet that I hold him closer. My heart breaks along with his voice as I kiss the side of his head.
"You don't have to be afraid. I'm here."
He smiles. Just barely visible, but my heart squeezes all the same.
I swallow harshly. The breeze picks up, making the sand swirl around us. It's quiet, so quiet it hurts my ears. Yet something settles in the air. The loud waves aren't as tormenting. The wind isn't as abrasive as it was days ago.
It's... calm.
I think it is calm for the first time in a while, for us both.
"I'm sure your mother is waiting for us."
"Let's just... stay. For a little longer."
I do nothing, say nothing, but hold him closer. My skin, cold mere minutes ago, is warm from his. I close my eyes slowly, my limbs growing heavy as his thumb begins to stroke my side gently.
I can still feel the weary frustration ebbing from him. I move slightly, trying to meet his eyes as he looks up at me. He rests his cheek against my collarbone. His pretty eyes are sleepy. Each exhale is more of a sigh than the last.
"Vēzos ñuho," I say softly, I trace a pathway down the strong bridge of his nose.
"It is not for a prince to pout." My voice has an edge of teasing. The corners of his lips twitch, giving me a half smile. He pokes my side, and I give him a glare.
"Rude."
"Hm, I believe you started it. Didn't you, my love?"
He leans forward to press a kiss between my brows. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. He smiles back, brightly.
I look at him, just look, and I can't even fathom how much I love him.
I want him forever.
I want him until the sun stops rising. I want him until the sea stops moving. And I want him until the wind stops pushing through the trees.
"There," he murmurs against my skin before pulling away. My gaze meets his. The salty air makes his curls more pronounced as they fall across his cheekbones. "No more frowning."
I say nothing. His breath ghosts across my skin, like a featherlight caress. The sun hits his brown irises just right. They could be described as sunrays. A sunset. Anything warm and light is him.
He's the embodiment of laughter. Of a fire crackling. He's softness. He's peace.
"Come closer," he whispers.
"Any closer, love, I'll be on top of you—"
"All the better."
A burning warmth pierces my skin and travels up my neck, prickling beneath my skin. I look away from him, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. He laughs gently, tugging me closer.
"You can't just say that," I mumble. His eyes soften. They drift around my face, slowly. Lovingly, like he's remembering every single detail.
His hands come up to my face, cradling my jaw. My eyes flutter closed as his fingers caress gentle paths across my skin. Beneath my eyes, my nose, down my neck.
I breathe him in. I let the warmth of his hands soothe me.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he breathes. The corner of my lips twitches.
"Jace—"
"You're everything."
I pause. I swallow harshly as my chest twists. My skin is greedy for his. I press further into his gentle hands. He hums softly, kissing my forehead.
"You're everything," he repeats. The ocean crashes against the shore right when he says it, but I heard him perfectly. Clearly.
"I... ache when you are gone. I ache for your touch, your scent. Just... you. All of you. I need you like the flowers need water. Or fire on the coldest nights."
He whispers the words against my skin. I let the words sink into my skin, my bones, settling there like a blanket.
"You're home."
A tear slips down my cheek, but I don't feel grief. I don't feel anguish like I have over the last few days. My chest isn't tight with pain, and it's confusing.
I feel loved.
My heart squeezes and twists until I lie down on his chest. I don't realize he's crying until I feel his chest shake. I sit up once again, cupping his face in my hands.
"Oh, my love." My voice cracks as I wipe away the tear tracks with my thumbs. I hush him gently.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
He nods repeatedly in my hands. He clenches his jaw to keep it from trembling. I caress his jawline gently, smoothing out the tense muscle.
"The gods won't take me from you," I whisper, almost to myself. I kiss the top of his head as I squeeze my eyes shut. His hair tickles my face. I mumble soft reassurances from time to time. He hides his face in my neck, but I don't mind. Nor do I mind my skin becoming sticky. I don't tease.
I just stay.
Because he has done the same for me.
And where else would I go but here?
I wouldn't want to.
He doesnt feel the need to push me away. I think he craves my presence as much as I crave his.
At councils, he hardens. Becomes angry, even. But I notice he softens when he's near me.
Maybe it's small to the normal eye, but his shoulders visibly drop a fraction. The crease between his brows smooths into something fragile.
And I feel honored that he feels safe with me.
Because I would protect him. From poison to sickness, or blade to arrow. If it meant I had to hold up the realm with my shoulders and my strength alone, I would do so if that meant he could rest.
For just one moment.
The sun begins to set. It's beautiful in all of its golden glory. The sky looks like a canvas. Streaks of pink, purple, and gold paint the clouds.
We hold each other tightly, as if one of us moved even an inch, we wouldn't budge. But we don't move. I let him soothe me, and he lets me hold him together.
We hold each other together.
I'm sure his mother is wondering where we are. Maybe even the whole council. But as the air and sand grow cold and the waves lull us into something peaceful, I hold his hand tightly in mine. I press our tangled fingers against my chest, right below my collarbone.
My heart is steady, more steady than it has been in days, and I can see the relief on Jace's face. He sighs through his nose, closing his eyes as I rest my head against the side of his.
"I did not need to look at the stars when your eyes were looking into mine," He says in a soft tone.
So soft. His words make something in my ribs soften until I'm nothing but saltwater.
"I love you more than the sun loves the moon. And like the sun, I will burn and burn in every universe for eternity until I'm nothing if it means I could have you."
"If I fade to nothing, I know I had everything."
My throat closes. I choke back tears and whatever threatens to spill from my heart.
He wipes away a tear I didn't even know had fallen.
"Avy jorrāelan, Nuhys qēlos," he murmurs, kissing my cheek, letting his lips linger for a few heartbeats.
"Avy jorrāelan, vēzos ñuho," I whisper, nudging his nose with mine.
We let the stars watch our love brighten and warm each other, knowing they are so cold up there. But maybe watching the moon and sun from so high above will warm them.
We don't know what will happen in this war. Nor what will happen to the realm in seasons' time. But I know our love will surpass every painful thing in the years to come. And I believe that in every lifetime and beyond, we will find each other. And maybe, even I'll become the stars in the next life, and he'll be the sun.
But I will keep loving him in this one, until the next.
please do NOT steal my writing in any way or rewrite it. don't post it on other sites or feed it through ai, I WILL find you if you do.
hi! will you write an aegon x reader imagine in which they are married out of love. and after she gives birth, alicent (or otto idk) requests to see her child like she did to rhaenyra. like what would aegon do to see his wife in pain and how would he react? thank you!
Ugh, I live for this type of angst!!! I reckon Aegon would be so fucking pisssssed. How dare they try to get you to lift a finger, let alone stand after birthing his child!!!! sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy xx
Our Child.
PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader
WORDS: 1,948.
WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, angst, Dad!Aegon, mentions of pregnancy/birth, mentions of bullying.
A/N - I apologise for getting carried away with the beginning lmao, but I felt the need to lay some background, so don't mind me. hope you enjoy!
Within this realm, gossip and scepticism was not unfamiliar territory. Especially regarding the livelihood and innocence of maidens such as yourself, whispers were constant, back and forth, the ongoing judgement would never be silenced although, you'd grown ignorant to. It did not matter, many accused you of being a whore, many expressed their disgust over hearing your so-called promiscuous nature, and many had ridiculed your poor upbringing.
"Surely, she's bedded men before, and the Prince seems to not mind? I heard she was betrothed to a farmer in the North, although ran away."
"Aegon is no saint either... Although he is a man, and men have needs."
"What would the Prince want with someone of her kind? She has nothing to offer, not even a dowry, and he is to be King."
The scrutiny was constant, and Aegon knew at times, no matter how well you masked it, that the words stung. He knew your story, having allowed him and granting him the time to really get to know you, Aegon had pestered you for so long, he listened and knew your truth.
The rest were all lies, deceit and gossip, for many lords had intended for their own daughters to wed the King to be.
"The realm have already made up their minds, Aegon, I stand no chance against them."
Aegon did not care. He loved you undeniably, and whatever he saw in you, made him a better man.
"They can answer to me, I'd like to hear their judgement directly."
It was true, no one dared to question Aegon's intentions with you, not at least in front of him. First off, he had a dragon. Secondly, a terribly, quick temper, the notorious Targaryen temper... The two fused well together depending on who asked.
Overtime, just as you always had, the scrutiny of the high class and council did not matter to you, for it was the least of your concerns.
Although, it bothered you greatly that his mother, Queen Alicent, had tuned into such gossip and determined herself that you unworthy.
She did not completely ignore your presence in the castle, although she was cold. She never warmed unto you like she did with other high-borne ladies, nor did she give you the chance to speak or tell your truth. Her mind was made.
Alicent was certain that you had other intentions with her son, that you'd wanted riches, gold, money, anything to help redeem your family's status in society. She assumed that you would use the Crown in all its glory, all through Aegon.
"I see you as you are, Y/N. Aegon may think with his cock when it comes to you, although I see right through you," Her words cut sharp as Valyrian blade, left you defeated and speechless.
Aegon knew of this, for he could tell how quickly your mood had shifted. He knew of his mother's sour attitude towards you, for she'd plead with him many times to let you go, even proposing the idea of offering you money in return that you leave King's Landing for good.
In despite of the adversity, Aegon held his ground, for one of the first times in his life. He remained with you, by your side relentlessly, and defended your honour. He often returned to your chambers tiresome of the repetitive quarrelling with his mother about you, and yet he did not intend to stop, until she'd accepted you. In time, he had asked for your hand, wedding you in a private ceremony, upholding his Valyrian heritage, and not before long, you were with child, Aegon's child and his rightful heir.
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The birthing was difficult to say the least, going on for a fair few hours in the night, right until sunlight could be seen in the horizon. The instant cry of your newborn babe filled the room, and much to your relief, caused you to beam with a smile on your face, as you embraced the small bub in your arms.
"A boy, your Grace. Kicking like a goat," The experienced midwife exclaimed, as she tended to the sweat dripping on your face, and the blood marked on your cheeks, from kissing the babe, trying to make you somewhat decent if Aegon was to return.
Aegon although, desperate to be with you, was caught in a council meeting. Much to his dismay, his abrupt marriage to you left many lords in uproar as his family had promised them the opportunities for their daughters to meet the young Prince, determined to see if he'd take a liking to one of the them. Many now furious at the Crown, refusing to pay taxes and levies.
As you cradled the baby in your arms, enamoured by the bundle of joy, little shrouds of hair on his head, parallel to his father's Targaryen heritage, his nose even a copy of Aegon's. It was his little twin. Trying to take your son's presence all in, was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door, jolting your attention towards the entrance. Your heart raced with excitement, as you'd relished in the image of Aegon rushing through to your bedside, meeting his newborn son for the first moment ever.
Much to your disappointment it was a knight, although, one that you'd grown familiar to seeing in the Queen's company.
"Apologies to bother you, your Grace. Although, Queen Alicent wishes to see you and the babe at this very moment."
A puzzled look drenched your face, as you scanned the faces of the midwives and maester present during your birth, each of them sharing a discerning look, some quickly looking to their shuffling feet, trying to seem busy.
"Right now?" You stuttered, holding your newborn tightly instinctively.
The knight merely nodded, as though hesitant to giving such orders considering the ordeal you'd endured just mere minutes ago.
Now you'd grown annoyed, you gestured for one of the midwives to hold your dear son, who continued to wail as he left your arms, whilst the others helped you to your feet, blood drenched clothes, pooling down your legs as you gained steadiness.
You couldn't stand by yourself, your head whirling and your belly and thighs aching in a dull pain, sudden movements and long strides caused sharp pains to bellow your lower back and hips, cramping your muscles. It was pain you'd never felt like before.
The maester attempted to convince you of taking milk of the poppy for the walk, although short, would be tormenting with the stairs you had to conquer.
Although, milk of the poppy made you feel weaker, less conscious. You did not want to wish dropping the babe in your arms, nor be less alert for Alicent.
The midwives carefully donned you in a clean, silk gown, attempting to make you as decent and proper as possible, for people began to bustle through the castle now. Hearing their conversations and steps outside the door, for it was morning and you'd grown familiar to its routine.
"Y/N dearest, perhaps we can send a message to the Queen that your condition does not allow for you to travel currently-" The maester pitied.
"No, it is fine. If this is what the Queen wants, this is what she shall get."
The midwife that had held your son, returned him to your arms, as the knight helped to guide you out, holding out his armoured arm as you gripped it tightly for support. Thankfully, he did not rush you, for he could see how slow and careful you were taking your steps.
Some lords and ladies passing by would congratulate you, whilst others remained ignorant to your presence, and some in pure shock that you were travelling in such a state.
Their whispers again, filled the morning air, although before reaching the steps, you'd taken a glance at your newborn son, snug in his blankets. Again, the same, warm smile gleamed on your face as you watched him, before a sharp pain pierced through your lower abdomen. Your grip on the knight tensed and he knew immediately, questioning if you wished to turn back.
"No-No, let's just fucking go."
As you took the first, agonising step up, a familiar voice yelled out your name. Slowly turning back, your body straining, resisting all the physical movement, you could see Aegon down the other side of the corridor, rushing past as he reached your side.
"What's the meaning of this, where are you going in such a state?"
He kept his focus on you, oblivious to the babe in your arms, as one hand massaged your back, whilst the other held your arm for support, as you began to cower in pain.
"Ughh-Y-Your mother, wanted t-to see the babe, now."
You stuttered, your voice trembling as the pain worsened the more you remained on your feet, becoming breathless by the second.
As you mentioned the babe, Aegon looked down, his eyes meeting his newborn son, a cherished look on his face appeared for a split second, before he realised the situation. His eyes darted towards the knight and commanded that he tell his mother, "That would not be wise, if she so wishes to see the babe, she can come down herself."
You reassured the knight that you were fine, as Aegon took his place by your side, turning you back around to your chambers, the midwives still present as they remained cleaning the bloody scene, were relieved to see you return. They all helped you back down cautiously, propping pillows behind your back for support, even preparing a small cup of milk of the poppy, now that you were rested in bed.
"What were you thinking Y/N? Don't you ever think that you need to prove yourself like that, my mother can answer to me."
"I-I don't know, Aegon. She is the Queen, a-and I thought... I am sorry husband."
Aegon had been pacing himself up and down the room, as the midwives left to give you both peace and privacy, shaking and rubbing his head. Out of fury, he slammed his fist against the wooden post of the bed railing, before calming himself. Seating himself down by your side, as he ran his fingers through his short, tussled platinum hair. A low sigh escaping his mouth, as he exchanged a worried look on his face, your hand reaching over to hold his reddened knuckles, as your thumb grazed the small, fresh cut.
"You-You my dearest, need not to apologise, you did nothing wrong. I just cannot fathom how my mother think it okay to torment you like that."
"I-I do not know, Aegon. But rest assured, our son is happy and healthy, come-"
You pulled his fingers, beckoning to come closer, as you pulled down the cover on your son's little face, despite all the mayhem that ensued following his birth, he remained quiet and slept. Unphased by the drama of his presence, he was your calm before the storm.
"He's beautiful isn't he? Our child." You softly whisper, as you looked up from the babe to Aegon, and back down again, gently cradling him in your arms.
Aegon's arm wrapped beneath yours, as his free hand, a finger gently grazed over his son's nose, dotting it. Helplessly, a smile beamed up on his face, as his son cooed against his father's touch.
"As angelic as his mother is." He uttered, before resting his head against your shoulder.
"She will be dealt with, Y/N. Rest assured, I will speak with her and it will be the last time we speak of this matter again. She did not deem me fit to be King before, she will now."
Warnings: Targcest, Explicit language, NSFW content, Blood, Aegon beats up Aemond(not that bad, I swear)
Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!
English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.
Additional info: Instead of Rhaenyra escorting the Strong fellas back to Dragonstone, they all stay in the Red Keep(just imagine it for a sec that Alicent begged her ass off and got Rhaenyra to stay, cs she wants to spend more time w her(this is my fkn world and in it, these two make up idc)
A/N: Ooop, here it fkn issss!!! Ngl, I was cackling like a middleschooler while writing the spicy part of this one. Welp... Cheers, you horny bastards!!!
P.S. I fkn lied, this is nowhere near close to the req. Sorry, dear Anon.
A choked up sob came out of the Prince's mouth as he rubbed the linen washcloth over the bitemarks on his neck. Tears welled up in his eyes, but Aegon was quick to blink them away, before the woman could see.
She was sat across him, on the edge of the bed, watching him as Aegon dabbed away the blood. She was already dressed, in a long, bell-sleeved green gown that showed off every curve of hers. Aegon sneaked a glance at her deep neckline, then quickly averted his eyes.
The woman noticed it immediately, eyes never leaving his face. She ran a soft hand over her shoulder and pushed her long, dark hair out of the way, so it could trail down her back.
"Our mothers, along with your sister, Baela and Rhaena are in the gardens." She said, voice gone back to its usual cushiness. "They invited me to join them. I trust you will behave?"
The silver haired man flinched at her question. His hands dropped down to his lap, pulling at the washcloth as his eyes looked down at the dirty sheets.
Behave. Behave. Behave.
"Love?" Her eyes narrowed, word coming out rough and low.
Aegon flinched again. He looked up at her, head shaking up and down violently. She let out an amused hum, then got up on her feet.
"Good." She was now standing next to him, one hand reaching up to his face. She took in the angry bruise she'd awarded him with the night before. Then the faint imprints of her hand that covered his face, neck and chest. The rest staying hidden from her eyes by the sheet Aegon had covered his lower half with. "You're so good."
Aegon whined, the pathetic sound reverberating in his head. Before he had time to curse himself out for it, her fingers hooked under his chin. He turned to face her, hands clutching and pulling at the washcloth.
"My brothers are with Aemond and Ser Criston, in the training grounds." She said, thumb running over his bottom lip. "You'll join them."
It wasn't a question, but an order. One he wasn't brave enough to not follow. Not after the things his sweet,sweet wife had done to him throughout the previous night.
"That's it." The woman laughed out as she bent forward, lips meeting with those of Aegon. "I must go, my love. Get ready, then head down. You'll find clothes on the chair over there."
His pale eyes shot open, following to where her hand was pointing at. He nodded once more, head falling down after. The Prince put the washcloth on the nightstand as he got up.
Although he was a few good inches taller than her, Aegon felt incredibly small. Weak. Worthless. Undeserving.
He hissed as her hands wrapped around his wrists, successfully getting her to pull away. For a bit. Then she grabbed him again, this time much more gently, and brought them up so she could take a closer look.
The porcelain skin was now red and swollen. The ropes had left behind thin, angry traces where they'd cut in, marring the blank canvas Aegon was.
"I am sorry, my dragon." She whispered as she peppered his inner wrists with soft, apologetic kisses.
"It's fine." The Prince finally spoke out, his voice hoarse and trembling. He was smiling down at her, trying to bite back another hiss. "I...enjoyed it."
The brunette looked up at him, plump lips meeting with the red skin for the last time before she let go. Her arms wrapped around his neck, body pressing close to his.
Aegon rubbed his bruised cheek against hers, melting in her hands.
"My dragon..." She trailed off, pulling him impossibly close to herself. "I love you."
Aegon whined again, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. His hands reached for her hips, nails digging into the green silk of the gown that covered them.
"Say it again..." He was falling apart, body shaking with the intensity of the sobs that left his mouth. "Please."
The woman kept quiet. The fingers that were rubbing small circles on the back of his head, stopped moving.
"Please." Aegon needed to hear it. Especially after the cruel words she'd punished him with the night before. "Tell me you love me. Please."
Love me. Love me. Love me.
But she didn't say it. Instead, she unwrapped her arms from around him. The Prince almost fell to his knees at the loss of contact.
"Get dressed." She turned around, walking towards the doors of their chambers.
Aegon became painfully aware of the pitiful state he was in- naked, crying and begging, covered in endless amount of bruises, scratches and marks. He tried to put himself back together, to wipe the broken expression off his face. But there was no point.
In just a few hours, she'd completely destroyed whatever it was, that was left of the Prince. He had no ground to stand on. Not anymore. He could yell in her face, break her to pieces, even kill her. But she'd die, knowing she won. Knowing that she'd broken him in, taken him down to being this sad, miserable excuse of a person.
"I love you." Her voice reached Aegon's ears. "I truly do."
Then she was gone.
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"What happened to you?" Aemond asked as his brother approached him. He lowered his sword, signaling to Criston he'd take a break.
The knight offered a small nod, then turned his attention to the younger boys who were standing off to the side.
"Got into some trouble last night?" The one-eyed prince teased.
Aegon's head shot up, eyes staring up at his younger brother in shock. How did he find out, he heard his trembling voice inside his head. His legs almost gave out at the thought of Aemond knowing what she'd done to him. His brother already looked down on him, what must he be thinking now, that he knew his big brother was used like a whore.
"Told you that you shouldn't be going out into the city alone..." Prince Aemond said, hand reaching for Aegon's shoulder.
Aegon bit down a groan as his brother's hand came down on one of the bitemarks. He shook his head, his usual smug grin coming back on his face to cover the pain.
"It was nothing, don't worry about it." A relieved breath escaped through Aegon's words. Fortunately, Aemond didn't notice it.
The long-haired man lowered his hand, eyeing Aegon up and down suspiciously. There was nothing out of the ordinary. His brother looked a bit tired, a bit disheveled. Nothing he hadn't seen before.
He looked away for a second, then his eye came back to Aegon.
"What in the Seven Hells are you wearing?"
Aegon was sporting a high-collared black doublet, black pants and leather boots. That's not what shocked Aemond. It was the red shirt that showed underneath the doublet. The red cord it was embroidered with. The three-headed dragon pin on his chest.
Then his eye trained on Aegon's hands. The ridiculously large gold ring was resting on his little finger of his right hand. On his left thumb, however, was a simple steel band ring. One that had the sigil of House Strong on it.
Aegon turned red as he noticed the way his brother was inspecting him.
"Leave it be." He whispered, eyes going back to their nephews, who were now swinging at Ser Criston. "It doesn't concern you."
Aemond wrapped one gand around the back of Aegon's neck, eliciting a pained growl from his brother.
"You didn't get that nasty bruise out in the streets, did you?" Aemond teased, eye darting to his brother now and then. "No shame, brother. I honestly expected for your Strong lady to put you in your place way sooner."
Aegon didn't dare say a word. He stood there, allowing his baby brother to make his cruel joke.
"Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond..." Criston's voice rang out. "Would you join us? We have to even the odds."
Aemond turned nodded, then took a step forward. He turned suddenly, spinning on one heel.
"Would anyone blame me if that little bastard lost an eye whilst sparring?" He said with that smirk of his. "Do you think your Strong lady will come after me, do to me what she did to you?"
And there it was, the straw that broke the camel's back. Aegon's back.
He lunged at his brother, knocking him to the ground. With his newfound strength, it only took a few blows to the face for Aemond to pass out, his head bouncing up and down with every hit.
Ser Criston, Luke and Jace reached them in no time. They tried to pull Aegon off, but the Prince simply refused to let go. The rage had blinded him, all he could see was his brother's bloodied face.
But it wasn't the cruel jokes. Nor was it Aemond threatening to take their nephew's eye out. It was him, suggesting that the Princess would put her hands on Aemond the way she'd done to Aegon.
That was for him. The pain, the humiliation,the punishment. All his. No one else's. His alone.
"Aegon!"
And just like that, Prince Aegon let go. He allowed for Criston to pull him to his feet and away from Aemond.
All his. No one else's. His alone.
He shook off Cole's hands, then turned to stare at her. Waiting. For her to storm over to him, and show everyone where his place was. To show to his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his nephews.
But nothing came. She stood there, at the top of the steps, staring down at him. One hand extended out towards Aegon. Drawing him, guiding him.
He didn't notice how Alicent ran past him, nor did he see how she dropped to her knees, next to Aemond's unconscious body. He didn't notice the scared and confused looks on his nephews faces or the way his half-sister, Rhaenyra, looked from her daughter to him with a smug grin.
All he could see was her.
Aegon followed the woman into the Red Keep and up the steps, towards their chambers.
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"Why?" She asked, flopping down on the bed.
He didn't respond. Aegon was too busy trying to undo the clasps of his doublet to notice she'd said something.
"Come here..." She murmured, hand reaching out for him just like it had out there.
He heard her this time. Without wasting any time he strode over, only stopping when he had to look down to get a good look of her face.
They stood there like that for a bit, neither saying a word.
Then she spread her legs slowly, making room for him.
"Closer, I can't reach you."
The Prince took another step forward, now standing between her legs.
"I asked you a question." She said softly, fingers quickly undoing the clasps, then the buttons of his shirt. "Why did you do it?"
"He threatened to take your brother's eye out."
"I don't like it when you lie to me, Aegon." Her whole demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. There was no gentleness to her anymore. She tugged at the strings of his breeches, untying them with one swift move. "So why? I want the truth."
Aegon Targaryen had never shied away from a woman's touch the way he did when his wife's fingers ran down his happy trail. He sucked in a breath.
"He..." The Prince turned to look out the opened windows.
"What did he do?" She looked up at him, two fingers hooking at the front of his pants and tugging down.
"He asked if you'd do what you did to me, if he were to take his eye out." Aegon admitted, shaking his clothes of his body.
"And that made you knock Aemond out cold because..." The woman almost laughed at her own words. Aegon got him good, she couldn't deny it.
She watched as his breeches fell to the ground, freeing Aegon from the tight grasp they had on him. He let out a hiss as the cold air touched him, his already hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen.
Aegon looked away again, too ashamed of how much effect she had on him.
Two hungry eyes were staring down at the head of his cock, deep shade of pink and already leaking.
"Because...?" She teased, hand wrapping around him.
Aegon let out a deep moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His pale face was turning red, making the purple bruise on his cheek stand out even more.
He hissed as she dragged her hand up and down the length of his cock at a painfully slow pace. The soreness of the night before still lingered, making every inch of his body scream in agony. Still, he found himself coming to love the feeling. The pain. The humiliation. The punishment.
"Because I don't want you to touch anyone else the..." His breath hitched as the brunette bent down a bit and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock.
She felt him twitch slightly, making her let out an amused huff. A shiver ran down Aegon's back when he felt her warm breath hit him. His hand came to rest at the back of her head, gently massaging the skin underneath his fingers.
The sensation of her wet tongue dissappeared once she reached the tip, leaving the man to thrust his hips into the air. Then her full lips wrapped around the head, her tongue circling around it. She let out a low hum, the sound reverberating throughout his whole body.
"I don't want you to do what you did to me last night to anyone else!" He cried out, almost toppling over at the feeling of her tongue rubbing over the slit of his cock. "Just me..."
Her lips left him with a loud pop, the woman laughing softly at it. She wiped away the mixture of precum and saliva from her lips as she looked up at him.
"Just you, my dragon." She said as her hands wrapped around his wrists gently, guiding them towards her shoulders. "Help me get it off."
Aegon looked at her with a dumbstruck look on his face. His confusion didn't prevent him from sliding down the garment past her shoulders.
"You're not angry at me?" He asked.
"Quite the opposite..." The brunette said as she got up, leaving barely any space between their faces. "I'm proud of you, my brave dragon."
Another whine escaped Aegon as he slid his hands down her body, ridding her of her green gown. He pulled her close, their chest pressing against together.
He hid his face in the crook of her neck, planting wet, needy kisses on the skin there. Aegon lifted her up, the woman wrapping her legs around his waist quickly. He climbed on the bed while still holding her.
"I'm so sorry..." He said as he pulled away to look at her. "About yesterday. I didn't mean it, I just wanted to get a reaction from..."
She cut him short, pushing him off of her and then climbing on top of Aegon. On hand reached up to cover his mouth, the other going to his throat.
"I know." The Princess said, grinding down on him.
Aegon moaned from behind her hand, thrusting up. The grip she had on his throat got stronger. He stilled, his breathing did too.
The hand on his face turned, until her thumb was pressing down on his lips. He opened his mouth, tongue swirling around the single digit, cheeks hollowing as he sucked in.
"So good..." She whispered, her other hand sliding down his body and dissappearing between them. "So fucking good. For me."
Aegon's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, head shaking up and down with a choked moan.
"So brave..." The woman raised up slightly as she guided his cock to her, rubbing it over her slick cunt. "My brave dragon."
He bit down on her thumb as the tip of his cock entered her. The woman hissed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she hooked her other fingers under his chin, then shook slowly.
"Try not to bite it off or I'll have to return the favor." She joked, eyes darting from him to where their bodies met.
Both let out a chuckle, the sound soon getting replaced by Aegon's whines.
"Move." He unwrapped his lips from around her thumb, teeth still holding it in place. "Please."
"As my Prince commands..." Her breath hitched as she slammed down on him.
Her free hand trailed back up and then down again, nails digging in. Soon his porcelain skin turned to an angry shade of red, blood prickling.
Aegon couldn't hold back anymore. His hips snapped up, meeting with hers. Her palm collided with his face. He bit down on the digit in his mouth again with another hard thrust.
Another slap. His cheek was staring to sting. Then he did it again.
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" She hissed out as she bounced up and down.
Aegon hummed, tongue rubbing against the pad of her thumb.
She pulled her hand away from his face, his teeth dragging over.
"I want to hear you." She said as she dropped down to his chest, legs giving out. "Say it."
Aegon mumbled a few incoherent sentences before wrapping his arms around her waist tight. He set up a painfully fast speed, skin hitting skin as he chased his own high.
Her mind went blank at the first thrust, hands pushing up as she tried to pull away from his grasp. She almost slipped away, but Aegon was quick to follow her. His head dipped down, lips wrapping around one of her nipples. He bit down and then sucked in, just as she'd done to him the night before.
A hiss came from the woman. One of her hands sneaked over his shoulder, then pulled his head back by his hair.
A thin string of saliva trailed from his mouth and down to her bruised nipple. He offered a toothy, devilish grin before licking his lips clean.
"I'm close." She stuttered, eyes shutting tight.
Aegon laughed out as his bruised cheek came to rest on her chest, his eyes closing. He kept the same pace, the sweet aching in his hips coming once more.
"Princess, the feast..." The doors flew open, one of her maids barging in. "Oh, Gods!"
The girl left just as quickly, blush creeping up on her face.
"Don't stop!" She moaned out as Aegon's thrust stuttered. "Don't!"
He laughed again, hips snapping. Then he stopped completely.
"It would seem I still don't know my place, wife." He craned his neck up as his mouth left behind a hot, blazing trail from her collarbones to her jaw.
"You'll learn..." The woman looked down at him, hand going back to wrap around his throat. "...husband."
Can you please write anything you want with Aegon and Tully!reader?I love this house and no one use them to write images🥺
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Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader
I also like House Tully,even though i don’t like Cat and Lysa but I’m more than willing to write a Tully reader.
Aegon and Y/n are married,now that he is king he doesn’t have much time to spend with his wife so she takes the matter in her own hands.
A little smutty piece that i don’t know how to feel about😪
Thank you for requesting and let me know what you think💕
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The midday sun was burning in the sky with all the violence this time slot could offer on a mid-summer day.
The hot rays of the sun were beating on the streets markets,roofs and the chairs at the corner of their balcony.If she squeezed her eyes,Y/n could even see the air vibrating on the railing.
Till a moment ago,in the shared maritals chambers of their majesties a small servant girl was using a fan,moving the hot air from one side to the other,without really doing much to bring relief.
The temperature was so high that even the floor had cooled,and staying there lying on the ground was becoming counterproductive,as well as uncomfortable.
Y/n turned on her side,grunting when the hard stoned floor met her bones,the heat that killed her every initiative to get up was trailing up her bare legs till her back.
Not too bad... from the new location she could admire a much better view than the sky paled by the heat.
Aegon,the new King of the Seven Kingdoms and her adored husband,was sitting at the large table in the middle of their chambers a few steps away from her.The thin shirt sleeves rolled up over the elbows,the unbuttoned collar and a wrinkle of concentration between the eyebrows.In front of him a stack of backlog reports to complete.
His cheeks were redden thanks to the heat and the wine,pale hair stuck to nape of his sweaty neck and lilic eyes moving fast through the pages in his calloused hands.He was so beautiful when he was assorted,becoming king had changed his demeanor,taking the responsibilities and duties on his shoulders more seriously.
Y/n didn't understand why he decided to get to work with that heat,especially when it was Sunday morning and they could have done anything else.Also,the fact that she hasn't had his attention for almost an hour made her want to go there and tear up that paperwork in front of his beautiful eyes.And she would have done it even if she hadn't been too hot even to stand up.
Of course,it would have been great if he had gotten up to come to her instead.The two of them had been married for three years and knew each other for six,Y/n knew that Aegon would’ve done that.Seeing her,so beautifully tempting in her white transparent nightgown,long hair wild on her shoulders,full red lips and soft cheeks with sparkling needy eyes.He would’ve pounced her like a starving animal.
But that was prince Aegon,the same person that took her on Dragonstone beach,promising her that he would made her his queen,the mother of his children and that made love to her like it was their last night on earth.King Aegon was a different story,he had his head on his shoulders and his mother and grandfather on his back constantly.Ruling a whole continent was hard, tiring and took all of his attentions.
«Aaaegon.»Y/n called him,stretching the first syllable of his name,with a sweet voice.
«Mmh?»he replied with a distracted murmur,without even looking up from the table.
«Do you still have a lot of those?»she asked him,watching the pile of papers becoming smaller not fast enough.
He shook his head«I'm almost done.»
«You said that even half an hour ago!»she emitted a sound of affliction.
«I would do it faster if you got up and came to give me a hand,instead of standing there complaining.»he scolded her,not in the same teasing and playful way,but almost irritated.
Being Queen wasn’t easy and it was something that Y/n never wanted.Her mother had planned that future for her since she was a child,promising her to prince Jacaerys in the beginning and then to prince Aegon.The only thing that her mother taught her about marriage was being a good and docile wife and give her husband healthy and male heirs.No one taught her how to be a queen,not even her husband mother.
Y/n was good at being a gentle and loving wife,she supported and took care of her husband and gave him two beautiful sons,heirs to his throne.But she missed him,she knew he loved her very much and that they should have other children to strength the blood of the dragon,if only he wasn’t so busy all the time.
Not at all satisfied with the kind of reactions she was getting,Y/n pouted and reached out towards the golden cup lying on the floor:the only thing in her range that had a temperature of less than thirty-six degrees.She brought the cup to her mouth and the last residue of cold wine now vented into her throat.
When she finished,she passed the empty cup behind her neck and chest,continuing to observe Aegon out of the corner of her eye.
As much as he was trying to keep his eyes fixed on those papers,it was evident that his body was also suffering from the heat.The silver locks stuck to his sweaty forehead as his shoulders lifted and fell under the weight of long,fatigued breaths.He put the ink down for a second and sipped his wine too.
Y/n watched him arch his neck and swallow,adam’s apple moving rhythmically over the larynx.She bit her lower lip in front of the show,her hand automatically slipped below the hip line.
Fuck… “Family,duty,honor”as her House words said,looked so good on him.The ethereal aura of his royal presence,the way he carried himself and spoke in the throne room or in the Small Council,the crown on his head.Even though she missed care free prince Aegon,the King was something so divine to look at.
Seriously... they could have done anything else in the moment,she could still give him another child and show him how much of a great job he was doing as a ruler.Literally anything but staying there on the floor while he worked.
An idea caught on her mind.Suddenly the heat stopped being a problem.
«Aegon.»she called again,voice now lower.
And again,he replied without looking at her«What do you want?»
Y/n opened her mouth,then closed it.She reflected on what were the best words to use,those that would be best to persuade him.It was supposed to be something provocative,but not too much.Something sober,but impactful.
She rubbed her legs,the ache between them,and uttered candidly:«You,my King.»
She couldn't help but smile triumphantly, because at those words Aegon finally looked up from the table.His deep purple eyes stared at her,a spark of involvement and desire shining under his eyelashes as he took in all of her appearance.
It didn't last long.
«Not now.»was his calm answer,as he looked away and brought the focus back to his work.
As he spoke he wrote something with his pen and Y/n thought she wanted to bite his fingers.
«Also it's too hot for it at this hour,»he added,«better tonight,when the sun is down.»he continued.
Y/n stretched her limbs on the floor and lazily curved her back like a cat«I thought that dragons preferred the heat.»she smiled,licking her dry lips.
«Yes.But little,cute fishes like you are too sensitive for it.»the smirk in his voice made her shiver and smile even more.
He wasn’t wrong,she was still a pure maiden when they first laid together and since that time,as he showed her the immense and colorful world of pleasure,her appetite had been insatiable.Especially with a husband like him.He would take the lead and have her crying underneath or on top of him in less that five minutes.
«Hmm... I don't know if I'll be able to wait until tonight.»she purred with a vibrating throat.
Aegon scoffed,tracing the paper in his hand with a finger,rereading the same sentence for the third time«Then go on our bed,put a pillow between your legs and do it yourself.What do you want me to tell you?»he sounded exasperated.
They both were,pent up and dying by the hot weather.
«If this was a dirty talk attempt,know it was really terrible.»a laugh escaped from her.
Aegon stopped responding,bowed his chin and went back to immerse himself in the silence of concentration.
Y/n accepted the challenge.
It wasn't the first time she found herself playing with Aegon self-control since he was crowned and so far she had never lost.She had often enjoyed making him restless and starving for something else during dinners with his family:fleeting caresses under the table and winking glances between the glass bottles.
But it was easy to shake him like that when they were in public,surrounded by other eyes.The fact that they were now alone in their room,the only spectators and participants of their game,made Aegon less tense,and therefore more firm on his positions.
It would have taken a lot more to move him.
«All right...»she whispered,more to herself than to him.
Y/n stretched on her back on the floor,oriented her delicate hand vertically on her soft belly,and slid two fingers under the hem of her small cloth,trailing up her body the thin layer of her nightgown.She began to touch herself nonchalantly,lazily at the start,describing slow and interspersed circles around the clitoris.She kept her head turned to the side,ready to catch the slightest sign of distraction from Aegon.
She had to wait five long minutes before the pen slowed down on the paper.
Y/n grabbed the opportunity and began to speed up the work of her fingers.Her body was giving in to stimulation:a pleasant tingling was building up in the lower abdomen as moisture began to cover her fingertips.When a choked moan of his name formed in her throat she did nothing to repress it.
That's when Aegon raised his eyes for the second time.
His gaze on her was a mixture of surprise,opposition and embarrassment,with a small spark of lust.Y/n pointed at that.
«Y/n.»he began,with what clearly wanted to be a warning,but which did not go beyond her name.
She saw him licking his lips and swallowing.
«What?»she bent her lips into a smile«Wasn't what you told me to do it myself?»she asked sweetly.
Aegon blushed in spite of himself,he felt like a twelve years old again«Yes,but not here on the floor.»he said.
«Why?Am I distracting you?»she said with a fake tone of concern.
«What do you think?»he sarcastically said,his eyes not leaving the hand that was still moving between her legs.
The ache growing in his pants and the fire tickling his lower belly,made her proud of herself.The look he was giving her,filled with lust and irritation,told her that she was winning.
«Well,my love,as a refutation of your thesis:so far you didn't notice at all.And it's not like i started at this very moment.»she informed him with a breathy and witty response.
The blush on Aegon face reached the tip of his ears,but his gaze remained of ice«You've been... silent... so far.»he noted,trying to find a comfortable position on the chair.
«Oh?So if I keep my mouth shut I can continue without any problems?»Y/n immediately asked.
It took him a while to answer her.He stopped staring at the spot under her navel where her hand lay and took a big sip from his cup full of cold wine.The two countermeasures seemed to work.With his mind a little more lucid and the trail of freshness in his esophagus,he started talking to her with the same firmness as before.
«Absolutely not.Get up and go.»he said with the same seriousness he had adopted in the last year as a ruler.
In front of his serious face,Y/n smiled even more.He was cracking and was trying so hard to keep it together.
“As if you didn't want me here.”she though.
Y/n huffed«I don't want to.I'm too hot to move.»she said,returning to distractedly moving her fingers.
Aegon made an effort with all of himself not to look at her.He took the pen in his hand and began to turn it between his fingers to have something to engage his eyesight in.
«Your logic doesn't make any sense.»he pointed out to her.
And in fact no,it didn't have it.But in all honesty Y/n was starting to lose the thread of the argument,the need for release was becoming more pressing and Aegon had not yet moved from there.In the absence of a witty response to counter,she raised her hips and moaned his name deliberately,trying to appear as provocative as possible while doing so.
A few seconds of silence followed,then the ticking sound of the pen on the table,and finally a sigh.Y/n didn't bother to hide her immense satisfaction in finally having Aegon body bent over her.
«Can you stop?»He blew on her lips.The baritone voice with which he said it threw a burning pang between her legs.
Y/n raised her chin.The game of the challenge that made her blood tingle in her veins«Make me.»
Aegon wrinkled his forehead.He knew exactly what game his wife was playing,and he also knew he would win.He always won.He was the one in control.
«Gods,you can be so childish sometimes.»he said with a long exhale.
«And you can be serious and snoty like an old man... sometimes.»she told him with a childish attitude.
Yes,sometimes.
Aegon mind went involuntarily to the other times,where it was the exact opposite.Between him and Y/n it worked like this:they almost always ended up at the antipodes,at the two ends of the line,exchanging places with each other all the time.There was almost never a balance.And when he was there it didn't make it easier for him to define their relationship.
Sometimes Y/n was a little girl,hungry for affection and attention.An accomplice mistress who kissed and touched him when she didn't have to,who stretched out her fingers under his arm and who filled his glass when he didn't look.
Sometimes it was him,with his hands sneaking under her gowns,his lips trailing dow her neck in the empty hallways.Playing with her foot under the table.Whispering dirty thing in her ears and watch her blush in front of everyone.
Other times Y/n was an adult woman,with a deadly seriousness in her eyes and a melancholy over something lost.A kind of younger sister - or even a mother - who seemed to have lived a hundred lives,who applied patches to him even on the smallest scratches,and who stroked his hair when she realized he had cried.
Other times it was Aegon who takes the responsibility,guiding and sheltering her.Much like a king would,a husband who duties were to make her a happy wife,a old friend to keep her company and loving to read and sit together in their solarium.
When they were like this,when they took a part and left the second one for the other,Aegon remembered those few years of difference that separated them,remembered how much ambiguity there was in what they did and in the behaviors they adopted towards each other when he promised to marry her on that beach,the first time they had laid together on the cold sand when he was drunk and guided only by lust.
And an unpleasant cold ran on his back. Despite this,he had never done anything to change things.Because Y/n was still very young and was tremendously good on both sides,because - after all - condoing by that ambiguity was convenient for him... because he liked it.Because he did kept his promises and married her.
He liked to play lovers,he thought,looking for her lips.For two like them it was easier than really being king and queen.
Aegon lips were warm,but Y/n welcomed them as if they were the freshest and purest of waters.She liked it too.The lover was her favorite role.Not the wife,the mother or the queen,but his lover.
«The balcony... is open.»Aegon felt a duty to remind her of it,of all the servants that could be outside,snatching words from her increasingly insistent kisses.
She stroked his cheekbone with her tongue«Good,some fresh air.»she replied,letting him know that she didn't care.
«You are shameless.»he told her as if he didn’t taught her to be like this,but the balcony remained open and the papers abandoned on the table.
Y/n smiled as she felt his hand run down her stomach to get to surround her wrist.Her wet fingers slipped away from her throbbing sex,and her hand was carried to the height of their faces.The lack of contact caused her a bit of annoyance,but it took a back seat when Aegon put her hand close to his lips.
He began to place soft kisses on her knuckles, without stopping for a second looking at her. Slowly.Meticulously.Y/n closed her eyelids and breathed a sigh.She contemplated in awe of his lips opening,then the index and middle fingers disappear between them.Aegon moved his tongue under her phalanges,sucked them, enjoying the taste of her melting in his mouth.
«Aegon...»she called him,he groaned around her fingers in response,without interrupting his occupation.
«Take this thing off,»he continued,pointing to the skimpy nightgown she was wearing.«It's too hot.»
«You first.»Y/n whispered out and he smirked.
Receiving the message,Aegon began to unfasten his belt with his free hand,then his boots,and the first buttons on his shirt.He soon realized he couldn't do much else.Surrender,he let go of her fingers to allow both of them to undress.
Although he was now used to seeing her walking around their chambers with just one or two garments,Aegon would never stop appreciating his wife body.At that moment the sun in its apogee illuminated her nudity like white marble,skirting the curves of her profile with light.
If beauty was something describable in words,Aegon would have described it that way.
He stood to contemplate the play of light on her skin as he went back to lying down,unaware that similar thoughts were going through his wife mind.
In fact,the more Y/n looked at Aegon,the more she was convinced that there could be no such thing as graceful and aesthetically pleasing in the world.She would spend hours observing the way his moon locks cast shadows on the clear features of his face,or tracing the veins paths on the muscles of his arms.
As she thought about these things Aegon caught up with her,taking her wrists with his hands and slowly crossed them over her head.
Y/n gaze lit up,not surprised and intrigued.
She had never shown a particularly dominant personality during sex;she usually just indulged in his initiatives,following the instructions of his voice and body,doing and letting herself do whatever he decided.
Aegon was never displeased,on the contrary.In that way of behaving in intimacy he found the same confidence as when they risked their lives together: proof that she was ready to put herself in his hands in any circumstance.
That’s why seeing herself caged to the floor by his body,with his austere eyes scrutinizing her from above,made her lower belly languish in the same and delightful way.The idea of being the one who abandoned herself in his hands once again was tempting,having her king finally giving her all of his attention and devotion.
At the expense of his expression,Aegon 's grip was not very firm and the slowness in his actions betrayed a certain insecurity.It’s had been a hard week and he was tired.
Y/n caught him in a kiss to reassure him.She could still taste herself on his tongue,along with a vague aroma of cherries and wine.She was already addicted by the combination.
Aegon moved aside first,his lips ran down her jaw to the curve of her soft neck.Y/n did not oppose it,waiting for his next move with a rapid beat.She felt him adjust his grip on her wrists, then place his knee in the middle of her legs.
A soft command tickled her ear«Grind on it.»
Y/n gasped.She felt on fire,little fishes like her were too sensitive to the heat and her body's reaction was unexpectedly immediate.Her hips lifted obediently,then lowered,then went back up,until she found herself rocking against his knee at a fast pace.
Aegon kissed her neck with his mouth open, feeding on her accelerating heartbeat.He could feel her skin moistening at the point where she met his leg.
«Good girl.»he whispered in her ear,hot breath tickling her.
He bit her shoulder to suppress a moan,she arched her back and her breasts brushed his chest.His erection was throbbing in pain,but Aegon gritted his teeth.He thought of those backward papers that would force him to do the wee hours tonight,and pushed his femur forward,wishing for a little revenge.
Thanks to the previous stimulation,Y/n was already on the vege of an orgasm.She groaned restlessly,debated her hips and calves to the ground,squeezing his thighs around the bone bump.
Aegon free hand traveled along her waist and went to surround one of her tits,stroked the perky nipple with his thumb,soon replaced by his mouth.
It was hot.Y/n felt it inside and out,in every single particle of the air and in every single fiber of her body.
Sweat dripped from Aegon hair on her chest, his mouth left hot trails where he touched and his breathless breath condensed on her skin.But oh,he never wanted to stop.
Y/n moved her hips faster,craving that sweet, liquid pleasure that was heralding.
She was so close,so close...
«Stop.»the sound of the word reached her ear indistinctly,all her senses blurred,her body continuing to move tirelessly.
Just a little more...
«I said»Aegon grip on her wrists tightened,his hot palm pressing on her pulses«Stop.»with such an authority that made her even wetter.
One hand stuck her hip against the floor and Y/n stopped,stunned.Aegon bowed to one side and removed his knee,leaving fire in her lungs and her belly burning for release denied.
He looked at her,with the power of a man and curious like a child,his purple irises reduced to two thin circles around his dilated pupils.He waited in silence for her to calm down,then relaxed his fingers and released her wrists.
Y/n reached out for him,numb arms circling his neck to bring him closer.A compressed energy that still permeated it from head to toe.
«Aegon,please.»she whined,kissing his jaw and holding him.
«I know baby,you were close?»He asked her,kissing the reddened inside of her wrists with a mest expression.
She moved a lock of hair behind his ear and nodded enthusiastically«Yes.»with a cute pout on her lips.
Aegon nodded in turn,looking slightly relieved.
«I'll make you come,only if you promise that you won’t bother me and let me work for the rest of the night.»he caressed her cheeks,his thumb playing with her lower lip.
«B-but-»she tried to protest.
Aegon hand gripped her face,their noses touching«Will you do that?Will you be a good girl and do what your husband asks you?»he murmured on her lips slowly.
«Yes!I promise!»she immediately answered,trying to get him to kiss her again.
He ran his hands over her hips for a few seconds,focused,as if he was about to make an important decision.Y/n wasn’t surprised when from his mouth came another command,albeit more docile than the previous one.
«Turn around and lay on your stomach.»he ordered,before kissing her and caressing her hair.
She did as he had told her,turning around to give him her back.
The floor was warm and she was so sensitive that the mere pressure of her flattened belly against the stoned pavement was enough to snatch a moan from her.Meanwhile,a finger began to trace her spine,slowly flowing the vertebrae from the coccyx to the cervical.
Y/n curved her back under that touch,while looking for more friction under her hips.
«So desperate to get fucked on the floor?»Aegon murmured on the back of her neck,before licking the salt from her skin.
«F-fuck yes.»she whimpered out.
«Oh»Aegon said amused«I thought i married a proper lady not a slut.»his shoulders trembled with a laugh.
Y/n face was crimson red«I’m not a-a…a slut!»she answered embarrassed,but she knew he was right.
«Mmh,i should’ve know since you had let me fuck you on that beach before we were even betrothed.»he kissed and bit the skin of her back making her tremble.
He kissed her between her shoulder blades,with one arm separated her abdomen from the ground and held her to himself,hip to hip.And Y/n felt him,damp and hot,stinging her entrance.
«Please.»Y/n called for him,hands digging on the floor and wiggling her ass up to get more friction.
«Behave,or I’m leaving you here.»he spanked her,the sting of the slap and the way he caressed the redden skin of her ass made her choke on her saliva.
«With how eager you are,the castle should be filled with our children.»Aegon continued,massaging her.
«Maybe you should give me another,»Y/n breathed out,closing her eyes.
She felt him curse under his breath and holding her closer«Is that what you want?Another kid to keep yourself occupied with?»the idea of seeing her full with his child made his head spin.
The anticipation was a tongue of fire that tickled her from the inside,licking the walls of her stomach in an agonizing way.
She didn't have time to perform in the plea she had thought.Aegon grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him as he sank into her. The movement was unique and fluid,facilitated by abundant lubrication.
Her mouth opened,the air scratched her re-stuck throat.He began to move slowly,with soft and precise blows,while with his tongue he explored her mouth and swallowed her moans.
Her neck hurt from the position,but she still stretched out backwards when he brew the kiss to pay attention to her shoulder.Aegon moved his lips over the curve of her neck and marked the skin with his teeth.He bathed her with his tongue,feeling genuinely guilty.
He thought maybe he wasn't cut for a more dominant role in sex,but the moment he did,Y/n voice shouted«More!Please!»And his mind was silent.He was the one in control and yet he would give her anything she wants,even another child if that meant having her happy.
He anchored her to his body with one arm and used the other as a lever to increase the pace and intensity of the thrusts.And every time she asked to go deeper,faster, stronger,something stretched inside him,like a rubber band on the breaking point.
It was his turn to moan.To feel how warm,wet and tight her welcoming cunt was for him every time.Made by the gods for him.
The open balcony remained a distant detail,the world restricted to that fierce union of their bodies,a bubble of heat,blood and pleasure.Just like when they got married and unite House Targaryen and House Tully.
«You’re there already,baby?»he was out of breath as he felt her clench around him again.
All she did was nod and the hand he was pressing on abdomen dropped lower.One,two,three circles and the pleasure poured into her,dense and glowing like lava, poured out from that point deep that he kept hitting with his thrusts.
Above her Aegon looked at her with fascination and desire.The torso raised to admire her body contracting in irregular spasms,his head tilted to grasp fragments of her face.
«You are...so beautiful...Y/n.»he moaned.
Y/n hoisted herself on her elbows,bent her arm to reach his head,and kissed him as if he was the most precious thing in her life,because he was.He really was the love of her life.
Aegon moaned in the kiss,feeling Y/n last contractions taking him to the limit with her«You want it inside?»he asked her urgently.
«Yes.»she pleaded again.
Her approval,in a seductive tone and oblique smile,was the last straw.He poured into her,moaning and growling on her shoulder,until his muscles gave way.
They lay facing each other on the sticky floor, their limbs suffering and heated by the effort. Only when they both stopped having a shortness of breath,Aegon pulled her close to him to let her lay her head on his chest.
«We are going to have another baby.»Y/n suddenly murmured,placing a hand on her stomach.
Aegon didn't seem upset by the information.He remained silent looking at her,as if at the moment there was nothing else in the room that deserved more attention than her.And Y/n lived on moments like these,the exclusivity of his gaze on her,his needy touch on her skin, shared kisses,his worries.
«I pray for a girl.»he said then«Baeron and Rhaego are going to drive me insane.»he continued thinking about his sons and how much they were like him.
This time he wanted a baby girl that,even though she would probably look like him,taking in the Valyrian features,she would be just like her mother:sweet,gentle,a little playful.
«They just miss you.»she whispered,almost feeling guilty«Like I do.»she admitted with a sad tone.
Aegon held her closer,he felt ashamed for neglecting his wife and his own children.As soon as he become king he forgot that first he was a husband and a father.
«I’m sorry for interrupting your work-»she started to apologize.
«Don’t.»he stopped her immediately«I’m the one who’s sorry for not being around lately.»he said kissing her temple sweetly.
Y/n smiled warmly«How about we have dinner together tonight with the kids?»she asked hopefully.
He nodded,it felt like forever since he had last spent time with his little family all together«Sound perfect.»he kissed her on the lips one last time before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.
PROMISE NOT TO DROP ME? ONLY A FOOL WOULD DROP YOU. ( HOTD x Reader ) [ Pt. 2 - FINAL ]
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3
pairing: Prince Aegon Targaryen x Lady-in-waiting! Reader
prompt: Aegon attempts to get you to ride a dragon once again, this time more gentle and whiny than before.
word count: 1, 000+ words
After his failed attempt to get you on dragonback, earning him a bruised ego and a hard kick to the groin. Aegon knew that he needed to try a more softer way. If not for your sake, then for the sake of his groin avoiding your heel meeting it once again. He couldn’t handle the pain or the judgmental look from the Maester as he was given milk of the poppy. So, he was left thinking one thing.
How would Helaena sway you into going on dragonback?
It was hard. Helaena was different and her way of coaxing you was foreign to Aegon. She would just leave you be. But, he attempted to do it more gently. He would fly overhead the Red Keep on Sunfyre, the golden dragon twinkling in the sunlight. He would speak of his dragon and the wonders of flying on dragonback. He would offer then leave you be when you said ‘no, you fucking idiot’.
Surprisingly, it worked well. Your eyes would twinkle with wonder. Your face, full of curiosity when you listen to him speak. It was subtle little things. He had caught your interest in flying on dragonback. He loved it, like a cat who had caught his prey. Then, you had caught him off guard one day.
Watching you chew on your bottom lip, you stand far away from Sunfyre, arms crossed over your chest. He could practically smell the nerves wafting off you. The battle of whether or not to go through with the action of getting on the saddle is clear on your face. Biting back the cruel comment on the tip of his tongue, he stands by your side, patiently waiting and waiting. He wanted you to fly with him. He wanted it more than anything. So, he was determined to not ruin this.
“We can turn back.” He whispers, leaning in closer to you.
“No. I came all this way, I will continue.” You shake your head, “I just..I just a moment.”
Nodding his head softly at your words, he fights back the giddy smile that threatened to spread on his lips, not wanting you to use that against him. Watching as you take a step forward, he perks up, only for you to take that step back. A scowl slowly spreading on his lips. He did not get dragged at the ass crack of dawn just for you to back out now.
Tucking his hands behind his back, he rocks on the heels of his shoes, boredly chewing on his bottom lip to hold back his comments. He wanted you to hurry up, but he was going to wait. Hopefully, not any longer. He couldn’t handle the tension anymore of ‘Will she? Won’t she?’ bullshit.
“I hate you.” You state out of nowhere.
“Wonderful.” He sighs, “Does this mean you are going to get on?”
“I really hate you.” You mumble, hands shaking at your side.
Nodding his head in agreement at your insults, he lets out a soft irritated breath, resisting the urge to just throw you on the saddle. He would wait, for once in his life. Watching you tightly close your eyes, you press your hand against the wall, slowly inching toward Sunfyre. Snorting loudly at your behavior, he trails after you in amusement, no longer irritated and fully amused. You looked like a child about to go to the Maester’s for an illness.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” You mumble, words falling out like a mantra.
“Many do. But, this is really entertaining.”
“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” You mumble, slowly inching closer to Sunfyre’s nest.
“Just a little more, Y/n. Tis’ not so bad once you get on the saddle.” He encourages gently, not bothering to hide his amusement.
“I hate you. I detest you. I hope you choke on your wine tonight. Why did I let you talk me into this?” You whimper out, eyes tightly shut.
Hearing him laugh and snort loudly, you didn’t have it in you to open your eyes and scold him, too fearful of opening your eyes and seeing Sunfyre looming above. Dragon’s were not supposed to be ridden. It went against nature. Yet, here you were, letting Aegon Targaryen, the drunken fool⎯who more than once pissed his pants, talk you into going on a flight with him. Letting out a loud groan, you attempt to hype yourself up, earning a loud laugh from Aegon.
“Tis’ not so bad, Sunfyre is a good boy.” He laughs, “Come on, now.”
“Tis’ not the dragon that I fear, tis’ the foolish rider that I am about to share a saddle with.” You scoff, opening your eyes slowly.
“I am not a fool when it comes to riding on dragonback.” He scoffs, shaking his head.
“You carried me to the dragonpits against my will.” You glare at him, “Are you truly asking me to trust you now?”
“Fair enough, fair enough.” He nods, accepting defeat.
Fighting back the urge to throw up and pass out, you slowly turn your head away from him to look at Sunfyre, the dragon bolting up from his rocky nest in a flash. A blur of gold flashing by before a loud territorial screech filling the air. Scrambling backwards out of fear, your back bumps into Aegon’s chest, his arms securely wrapping around your waist.
Letting out a loud gasp of fear as the dragon looms over intimidatingly, you try to get out of Aegon’s arms, but are unable to. His grip was firm, keeping you locked in place, forced to face Sunfyre. Two big green reptilian eyes staring you down like you were prey. All and any confidence dying in a blink of an eye.
“Easy, easy. He’s just curious and tends to get excited.” He dismisses, his hot breath fanning your ear.
“No, no, no! Let me go! Let me go!” You screech, “I don’t want to do this anymore!”
“Easy, Y/n. Just let him sniff you, you’ll spook him if you just leave.” He whispers, “Just breathe and stay still.”
“Aegon!” You screech, voice dripping with anger.
Refusing to let you go, you cower in his arms as Sunfyre lets out a huff, the stench of dragon and ash filling your nose. Feeling your heart stop as Sunfyre screeches territorially, the dragon takes a step forward, the ground vibrating with each step. Slowly tilting your head up as he stands at his full height, the dragon takes a big whiff of the two of you, nearly making you pee in your pants. He was pretty, a glittering gold. But, seven hells and heavens, was he the utmost and utterly scariest thing you had ever laid your eyes upon.
“Yes, yes, we’ve well established that you hate me.” Aegon nods boredly, “Can we now pet him?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Come on now, just a small pat. So he knows you better.” He pesters, “You’ve already faced him, you can just give him a small pat.”
Shaking your head in protest at the suggestion, Sunfyre bends down in front of the both of you, also as if he knew what Aegon was attempting to do. Cringing as Sunfyre snuggles his snout towards you to touch, you cower in Aegon’s arms, not wanting to touch the dragon. This was already enough for your liking.
Going to the Dragonpits willingly? Good enough. Actually coming face to face with Sunfyre? More than good enough. But, petting Sunfyre? Actually getting on the saddle? Aegon would owe you everything for this. If you could actually find it within yourself to do it.
"Come on. Don't be a coward."
"I won't hesitate kicking you, again." You threaten, digging your nails into his forearm.
"No, no, no need. I take it back, forget what I've just said." Aegon quickly rambles out, "Actually, just pretend that I never spoke in the first place."
Letting out a nervous grumble, you shakily reach out, your hand extended out in front of Sunfyre’s snout. The golden dragon staring you down. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly press your hand against his snout, feeling the rough scales against the palm of your hand.
Feeling a cold shiver run down your spine, Sunfyre purrs loudly at the touch, like a little kitten. Going to pull your hand away, Sunfyre lets out a high pitched whine, chasing after your hand. For a split second, it reminded you too much of Aegon. But then again, like rider, like dragon.
“Don’t get too comfortable with her, she’s my friend, not yours.” Aegon scolds, glaring at Sunfyre.
The dragon huffs loudly.
“Do not huff at me.”
The dragon flicks his tail, some dust flicking at Aegon.
“Oi, I’m the one who brought her here. She was mine first.” Aegon scowls, “And she’s going to be mine when we go back to the Red Keep.”
Rolling your eyes as Aegon bickers with his dragon, you hesitantly brush your fingers against the leather dragon saddle, the leather worn and rough. Looking back at Sunfyre, the dragon lowers himself onto the ground, almost as if he was telling you it was okay to climb on. No, no, no. This was mad. Completely and utterly mad of you. But, the curiosity for the unknown wonders of flying gnawing at your self resolve. Pulling back your hand, you turn to Aegon, muster up the little courage you could find.
“If..If I do this, actually do this. Promise not to drop me?”
“Only a fool would drop you.” He whispers reassuringly, nodding his head.
THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x READER ) [ Final Part ]
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3
pairing: King Aegon Targaryen x Little Sis! Reader
prompt: Aegon would do anything, if it meant killing every ratcatcher or gold cloak in the city, he'd so.
word count: 1, 000+ words
You wept and wept. Aegon feared that you would never be able to stop. Helaena was no better, locking herself up and shutting down. The two of you spiraled into madness and tears. It only made him drink and rage more. He hated to see you cry. You were supposed to be the happy one out of all of your siblings.
Aegon was the drunken mess, needing to be put in line. Helaena was the odd one, in a dream-like state. You were the perfect little angel, his perfect little angel. Aemond was the brooding one, face pulled into a stupid brooding look. Daeron was the forgotten one.
Now you were the broken one. Rhaenyra has stolen your smile. Rhaenyra had stolen his perfect little angel from him. She took the good from you, leaving him with a broken mess. A mess he wasn't sure of how to repair. So, he was going to do what he did best. He was going to get even.
If Rhaenyra wanted to take the one good thing he had in his life from him. He was going to burn everything she cared about to ash. Even if it made him a monster in the eyes of his own Court. Because you were worth burning the world down.
Blood and Cheese. Blood was one of his men, or now a former man of the City Watch. Cheese was a rat-catcher. That's how they knew how to get into the Red Keep. They were paid to kill Aegon's son. The worst part of all it had to be the fact that your son was "just in the way". They had no reason to kill him. He wasn't the one they had been paid to kill. They just killed him because he was in the way of things.
Blinking back the tears in his eyes, Aegon stares at the club in his hand, the metal rusted and jagged. Blood's words confession ringing in his ears. They killed his son for a debt, but yours because they thought of him in the way. Collateral damage. That was your son was, fucking collateral damage. Nodding his head for a moment, he thought of not killing the man, just leaving him to rot. But, another part of him truly wanted to see him bleed.
"You killed my son. You killed my sister's whole world." Aegon states, his voice cold. "My sister's loved their son's. And you just killed them."
"The Seven will never forgive you for this." Blood blubber's out, "To kill me.."
"Ah, yes, but the Seven aren't here, now are they?" Aegon mocks, adjusting his grip on the club.
Motioning around the Black Cell's, there was nothing but the rats and darkness there. No one to hear Blood's screams. No one there to help. It was just Blood and Aegon. Alone. Looking at the jagged end of the club, Aegon brushes his thumb over it, seeing it was sharp enough to cut. Though it would not be smooth or painless.
"You can fuck with me all you want. You can beat me. You can mock me." Aegon states, "Do as you please to me and I can endure it."
Blood sobs, the chains around his arms and legs clanging and jiggling loudly. Mercy was below, Aegon now. Mercy was not shown to his son or yours. Why the fuck should he show it to Blood?
"See, my friend. The thing is, you made my sister's cry." Aegon's face goes deadly cold, "I don't like bastard's that make my sister's cry."
Bringing the metal club down onto the man's head, he doesn't stop, unable to stop thinking of you. The way you wept, sobs full of heartache. The way you clung onto him, the blood on your nightgown seeping into his own clothes. The way the bastard made you cry. The way the bastard made you feel so unsafe in your own home.
The way the bastard made you doubt him. The way the bastard made you think he was a liar. Feeling a hand grab onto his forearm, he's pulled out of his daze, now realizing the man was now dead. His head caved in a bloody mess. Dropping the club, he takes a step back, licking his lips. He can taste blood on it, though it was not his own.
A son for a son. A son for a son. A son for a son. They got there son. Now a debt was now owed, on behalf of your son. The cycle repeating over and over again. Lucerys died, Jaehaerys died in payment. Your son died, now Rhaenyra would die in payment.
"Your grace?" A kingsguard asks, "What shall we do with the body?"
"Feed him to the pig's. I have no desire for time or a hole to be wasted upon him." Aegon spits at the corpse for good measure.
Hearing the door to the chambers open, you couldn’t find the strength to get up from bed, clinging onto the blanket. You could still smell your son on it. He smelt of lemon cakes and mud. He always loved to steal the frosting off the lemon cakes, just like Aegon did. He was just a boy. He was innocent. Why him? Why? Feeling tears bubbling up, you did not wish to ponder on your son’s death. It forced you to think of the sounds of a head being sawed off.
Feeling the bed dip for a moment, you look over to see Aegon there, his doublet and breeches soaked in blood. Blood’s blood. Sniffling softly, Aegon leans over to you, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. It was comforting to be touched and tended to like this, like you were still a child and not a woman grown with responsibilities and duties. Like everything was still okay.
"It is done." He whispers, nodding his head.
You don’t say anything, not being able to find the right words. Even if you could, what would you say? “Oh, that is so amazing to hear from you, dear brother.” or some other bullshit.
"You have my word, I swear it upon my life. I will burn everything down that Rhaenyra loves." Aegon pledges, "From her favorite tailor to her favorite child. I will avenge your son, sister."
"Aegon.." You croak out, trying to find your voice.
"I will kill her myself. I’ll fucking feed her to my dragon.” He vows, “No one will remember the name Rhaenyra Targaryen, when I am done.”
“Aegon..” You try again, voice barely above a whisper.
"She'd be a fucking myth. She'll be a fucking ghost of the Red Keep. No, no, not even that. I won't even let her haunt the Red Keep."
He doesn’t hear you, clearly swept up in his plots and plans for revenge on your behalf. His words left not a drop of comfort.
“I will do anything that you ask of me. Just tell me what it is that you wish and I shall do it. I’ll kill whoever you wish⎯" He rambles on and on.
"Egg." You whisper, tears bubbling up.
The childhood nickname falling out of your lips naturally. You did not wish for grand words, for grand promises, or grand actions to be done in your name or favor. That was meaningless. Mayhaps when the grief dimmed, you would wish for revenge for your son. But, for now, at this moment. You just wanted your big brother to hug you. You wanted things to be back as they once were. Here you were just Y/n and he was just Aegon, your big brother. Not the King.
Feeling the tears bubble up more and more, you sniffle, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. You watch through teary eyes as he goes deadly still. You did not regret saying his old nickname. You just wanted to feel as safe and happy as you used to be in your childhood. You wanted to escape from the crushing reality that your son was dead and war was invincible now. Mayhaps it was childish. But, you wanted to be okay once more.
"Y/n.." He whispers, his face crumbling.
"Just hold me like you used to do." You whimper out, “Please.”
I can only share my interest in Aegon to you, so I’ll just drop this here. (Dw, contrary to what I say next, this is not a request. Just desperation.)
Broski, I NEED reader wife who’s scared of heights and dragons but Aegon gets her to ride with him just cuz he feels like it. (My hand is probably 1/3 smaller than one of their teeth. I believe Anyone sane should be scared sh’tless while seeing a dragon. 💀)
I ONLY READ ONE FIC WHERE THEY FLY ON A DRAGON! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY AEMOND FICS OF THISS??? HELP ME FIND MORE CUZ I NEED TO HAVE A RIDE ON A DRAGONNNNN. Imagine the refreshing air and scenery. (I personally imagine the beautiful pink/orange clouds from Httyd when Hiccup and Astrid fly together for the first time)😭⚰️
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Also, about the death threats, you handled it well. Really, when everyone finds out you like a hated character, it’s like they are trying to get you to sign your own death sentence. Anyway, keep doing you. You write exceptionally 🤭🫶 ily
PROMISE NOT TO DROP ME? ONLY A FOOL WOULD DROP YOU. ( HOTD x Reader )
pairing: Prince Aegon ii Targaryen x Lady-in-waiting! Reader
prompt: Aegon kidnaps you to ride on dragonback, it does not go well.
word count: 1, 000+ words
You had been very very firm when it came to dragon's. You were no Targaryen nor held a drop of Valyrian blood in your veins. Sure, you like to gawk at them in art. The dozen paintings, stained glass windows, and books that filled the Red Keep were enough. You would never dare to go near one in real life. Dragon’s were not natural. To ride one, to tame one, it was not natural. A lot of the things that the Targaryen’s did were not natural.
So when you started as Helaena's Lady-in-waiting, you did everything you could to politely refuse to be near them. Need to go to the Dragonpits? The carriage was nice and comfy, no need to leave it. When Helaena offered to fly with her? Suddenly you grew ill with a cough. Helaena accepted, understanding your fears. She offered kind words and an open invitation should you ever change your mind on the matter.
Aegon was, as always, different. The word 'no' just could not connect in that tiny little brain of his. He took it as a challenge. He would jest about kidnapping you and taking you flying. You laughed and told him you'd push him out of a window if he dared to do it.
Of course, he had tried once with a look a little too serious on his face. After waddling away, clutching his groin from your hard kick, he learned that it would not be easy to get you on dragonback. You’d fight back. You would be a challenge, he liked that a lot.
Kicking and screaming at the top of your lungs, you did everything you could think of to get free of Aegon's hold. Clawing at his arms wrapped around your waist, he dragged you along to the Dragonpits, the dragon keeper's onlooking in confusion and mild horror. You could give less of a shit if they thought you mad. There was no way in the Seven Hells that you were going on a flight with Aegon. You'd rather kiss the King's rotten lips than to go flying.
"No! Put me down, you drunken oaf!" You shout, thrashing against him.
"No."
"I am going to kick you so hard you'd never be able to get it up again, Aegon! Put me down!" You bellow, yanking at his hair.
"Not a chance, we are going flying." Aegon brushes off your threats, "You will enjoy it. Tis' delightful."
Letting out a loud scream into his ear, he did not falter, running off of pure spite and stubbornness. It would have been admirable, if it was not for the fact he was dragging you along to go flying. Yanking hard on his hair, he yelps loudly, though his grip does not falter. Gods damn it, why did he have to be strong? Sensing that fighting would not help you, you tried another way.
"Please, please, Aegon." You beg, "I'll give up my desserts for a whole moon. Just let me go."
"Tempting." He chuckles, a smirk on his face.
"Please, Aegon. I do not wish to fly." You beg, on the verge of tears.
"I fly all the time. Once I even did it drunk, tis' nothing dangerous." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Shaking your head frantically as his grip tightens, he drags you into the dark cave, the stench of dragon thick in the air. The few torchlights in the cave illuminated enough to see his dragon, Sunfyre, burrowing into his rocky nest. Feeling tears of fear bubbling up, you go deadly silent, losing your voice. This was your worst dream come true. Face to face with a dragon. Holding back the whimper in your throat, Aegon presses a kiss onto your temple, refusing to let you go.
“He won’t harm you. He’s used to your scent.” Aegon whispers into your ear, “I brought him one of your dresses to smell.”
“Let me go.” You whimper out, voice full of pure terror.
“Come on, you’re already here. Let’s just go for a quick flight.” Aegon argues, shaking his head dismissively.
“Aegon..”
Slowly letting go of your waist, you go to bolt for the cave exit, only to be swept back up into Aegon’s arms. He carried you like a toddler who had a habit of running away. Letting out a loud cry as he refused to put you back down, he wags his finger mockingly, a half amused look on his face. Hearing Sunfyre stir in his nest, you try more desperately to get away, the rumbling of the dragon echoing loudly in the cave.
“No, no, no.” He scolds, “Bad Y/n. No running away.”
“Put me down! I want to go back to the Red Keep!”
“No, if I have to attend Court, then you cannot escape this.” He suggests, “Consider this your duty.”
“Fuck duty. Put me down, Aegon!” You sob, bottom lip wobbling.
“Ooh, so now we do not care about duty, hm?” He mocks, shaking his head with a smirk.
Pressing a gentle kiss onto your temple, he carried you closer and closer to Sunfyre, until the two of you were right in the dragon’s face. Feeling your grip tighten on him, he slowly smiles at the feeling, like see you so unlike yourself. This had to be the first time he had seen you act so improper and anxious. It was refreshing, amazing, and amusing all at the same time.
Smiling bright as Sunfyre stirs away, the golden dragon huffs at the two of you, his two large green eyes staring back. Puffing his chest out in pride, he hoped the sight of his dragon would impress you and make you swoon. His dragon always got compliments. Looking down at your face, there was not an ounce of admiration or awe or anything positive, only terror.
“He’s pretty is he not?” He gloats proudly, “You know, they say he is the prettiest dragon to have ever been hatched.”
“If I survive this, I am going to kill you.” You whisper out, face pale.
“Stop speaking as if you are going to die. Sunfyre would not dare to attack, not whilst I am here.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“I’ve seen your dragon, can we leave now. I want to go back to the Red Keep, Aegon.” You whimper, tears bubbling up in your eyes.
"No. Don't you dare." He argues, "Don't you dare do the whole crying trick on me. I am not foolish like Helaena and can be swayed."
Watching as you sniffle and whimper, his grip tightens on you, not wanting to give up just yet. Seeing the big puppy dog eyes you give him, he grits his teeth, tensing up. He falter's for a moment. He was always sucker for those big puppy dog eyes of yours. You knew how to make him crumble.
"No, no, no, don't give me that look." He tries to resist.
"Please, Aegon."
"No. Stop that." He shakes his head, "Stop that right now. I demand you stop that."
"I..I want to go home, Aegon. Please, take me home." You beg, sniffling.
Letting out an exasperated groan at you begging and pleading to go home, he begrudgingly agrees to it, knowing that it would be no fun if you cried the entire time. Scowling like a child who had its toy taken away, he loosens his grip on you, putting you back down onto your feet. One day he’d get you on dragonback. Sadly, just not today.
"Aegon, please, I want to go home." You whimper, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“Fine, fine, stop crying.” He grumbles, “But next time, we are going to actually get on the dragon.”
the platonic little sister relationship aegon has to someone like reader 😭 i hope we can see more, but like without the darkness of house of the dragon nor gore of it, just aegon ii staring at his little sister and vowing the world and even the throne for her, relinquishing it the first chance that he gets to rhaenyra whilst in tears holding his littlest sister 😭 he wishes no throne, no treasures, no liquor, only her safety and nothing more. i can imagine him trying to escape with her to the free lands because she is the only good in his world and he’d be damned if he let otto try and spoil the only kindness that the gods have give him. i can also imagine him stowing away on his dragon and flying on dragonback to the blacks to proclaim his loyalty with little reader bundled up in his cloak. i can imagine him fiercely protective but also relenting when he knows she is happy, being by her side as her older brother and uncle to her children to whomever it may be 😭
(sorry for the long anon, i just wish to see more 😭)
- familial issues anon 😔
THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x READER ) [ Pt. 2 ]
author notes: I promise, I'm gonna write a fluffy part 3 after this..
pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Younger Sister! Reader ( Platonic )
prompt: When Blood and Cheese attack, the feeling of being safe in the Red Keep dies along with your sweet nephew and son.
word count: 1, 000+ words
The night of Blood and Cheese, you had wandered into the children's bedchamber. Something pulled you from your dreams, telling you that the children needed you. You did not know a thing. The night was quiet and cool, the gentle pouring of rain filling the air. Everyone was safe and content. No harm could come to any of you with Vhagar in the City. But, as you got closer and closer, blissfully unaware.
You did not know the horrors that awaited you. Helaena held at knife point, her eyes so wide and full of silent horror. Your son cuddled up next to Jaehaera and Jaehaerys like he always did, all three of them dead asleep and unaware. Two men, one tall and imposing. The other thin and chuckling like a mad man. A debt they said, "A son for a son."
A son for a son. A son for a son. The world that that point is going silent and you think of was, why? Why? Why? Why?
You don't remember much of anything, no matter how much you tried to, just the muffled screams and sound of flesh being cut. You stumbled and wandered down the empty halls of the Red Keep, a dead look on your face. A thousand unspoken words on your tongue.
A son for a son. A son for a son. A son for a son. A son for a son. Where the fuck were the guards? Where were the maids? Where was everyone? They liked to snoop, so why this time were they gone?
You did not know when Helaena had departed from your side. You just vaguely remembered bumping into one of Aegon's friends, the drunken smile on his face falling. His face went pale and a stuttered call for Aegon.
Staring dead at the man, you could not remember his name, just that he was kind and one of Aegon's friends. Feeling your bottom lip wobble, you tried to hold back the sobs, emotions bubbling up. Feeling familiar hands on your shoulder, you dreadfully become aware of the wetness in your nightgown, though it was not your monthly blood or rain that soaked the linen. The realization trickled in that it was blood sinking in. Blood. Jaehaerys blood. Your son's blood.
"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, look at me, not the blood. Tell me what's happened." A voice faintly orders, "Y/n, look at me. Look at me."
Blinking back the tears that bubbled up, your vision clears up, seeing Aegon standing right in front of you. He reeks of strongwine. But, the look on his face was deadly sober. Seeing his lips moving, you couldn't hear him, the haunting sound of Jaehaerys and your son slowly being beheaded still ringing in your ears. Son for a son. A son for a son. Jaehaerys was just a boy. He was barely six years old. A baby. Helaena's baby. Your boy was a year his younger, only five.
"You weren't there. Why weren't you there?" You hiccup, "You were always there. Why weren't you there?!"
"Y/n?"
"You said you'd be there if we were in trouble. That⎯That⎯That if we need you, you would be there. Why weren't you there? Why weren't you there?!" You scream out, your pained voice echoing loudly.
"Who's blood is that? Where is your son?" Aegon asks, his face and voice of panic.
Son for a son. A son for a son. Son for a son. A son for a son. Your son. Why him? He wasn't Aegon's heir. He wasn't Aegon's son in any way. He wasn't anyone's but your own. Your baby. Your sweet baby. Why did they pick him? He was no threat. He was just sleeping. He wasn't harming anyone.
"Gods damn it, Y/n! Where is your son?! Where is he?! Who's blood is that?" He demands, "Tell me, tell me."
"The...They took his head..The boy...My boy..Blood..He's in the bed...They came from the walls..Helaena.." You choke out, not able to properly string together a sentence.
Bursting into a fit of tears, the throne exploded into chaos the moment tears were spilled, orders and demands being spouted out to anyone in ear shot. Why? Why? Why? The Red Keep was safe. Aegon told you it was safe. It was supposed to be safe. That they would not dare to harm any of you. It was supposed to be safe.
'You will never have to marry again. You and your son are under my protection. No harm shall come to you whilst you stay in the Red Keep, sweet sister. I swear upon it.' He had said, tucking back a strand of hair from your face.
'No harm shall come to you whilst you stay in the Red Keep, sweet sister. I swear upon it.'
'No harm shall come to you whilst you stay in the Red Keep, sweet sister.
'No harm shall come to you...I swear upon it.'
When did your big brother become such a fucking liar?
Watching you collapse to the ground, Aegon swiftly follows you to the ground, cuddling you close to his chest. He may have been a little tipsy, but now he was dead sober. You stumbled in, looking more like a ghost than a person. Your hair down, you always loved to leave it down when going to bed. Your nightgown, white with little butterflies sewn into the hem, now stained in blood. Who's? He did not know and dreaded finding out.
Stroking your hair tenderly, he prayed, truly prayed for the first time since his youth. Not for your safe return home. Not for his Father's love or a fragment of his time. Not for the Seven to rid him of all the bad in him. He prayed that you were just spouting out about some nightmare. That this was just like all those times in your youth, when you'd sneak into his chambers. A whimpering mess, spouting about the monster under your bed.
"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." Aegon tries to reassure, not sure if he was trying to convince you or himself.
"Aegon, what⎯what⎯what do we do?" One of his friends stutters out, a shell shocked look on his face.
"Get the fucking guards! Wake the fucking Keep up! Damn it!" Aegon bellows, his face flushing red from anger.
Struggling to figure out what to focus on, he couldn't keep up as the Red Keep seemingly exploded. Guards are everywhere. Orders being spouted out. He wasn't sure if his voice was one of them. It was all just a blur. This could not be real. This had to be a nightmare or a figment of his drunken mind. Soon enough he would awake. You'd come into his chamber's like you do every morning, warning him that your Mother was on her way. Yes, yes, that was it. He would wake up and everything would be good.
"Aegon. Aegon." Someone calls out for him, his grip tightening on you instinctively.
"Your grace, the Prince Jaehaerys and Prince⎯" A guard stops speaking, the look on his face enough to make his blood cold.
"No, they are alright. Tis' just a minor wound, no?" Aegon shakes his head, not wanting to think of the worse. "Just a bloody nose or.."
"Your grace.." The guard shakes his head, "I am afraid tis' more grave than a bloody nose."
Feeling tears bubbling up in his eyes, he shakes his head, laughing bitterly in disbelief. This could not be true. This had to be some jest. Some dream of his. There was no way that his son and your own were dead. The Red Keep was safe. Rhaenyra would be a fool to attack with Vhagar flying above. Hearing your wails grow louder and more heart wrenching, it felt like the world just fucking snapped. Tears of sadness morphing into red hot anger. His face hardening.
They killed your son. They killed his son, his heir. They fucking made you cry. They made you and Helaena watch. Fuck the peace treaty. Fuck being kind and being cordial. Fuck doing this the proper way. Fuck all of them. He'd killed them. He'd kill them all for this. He'd kill anyone who dared to do this. He'd fucking murder all of their bloodline for this. This was war. This was fucking war.
"I'll kill them! I'll kill them all! Traitor's and murderer's!"
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3
pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen Consort! Wife! Reader
prompt: After the Dance of the Dragon's, you and Aegon find fragments of your old self's.
word count: 1, 298+ words
After the Dance of the Dragon’s many things had changed, and it was not just who sat on the Iron Throne. Aegon had been burnt and broken, confined to a heavily cushioned wheelchair when he left his chambers or in his chambers. You truly tried to be supportive, hand feeding him the Milk of the Poppy when the pain grew worse, occasionally changing bandages with guidance of the Maester’s, offering kind words of encouragement.
But, even at times you could not handle his temper. He was just..so cruel at times. He’d rant and rave, spouting out insults and picking apart pieces of you that he knew would purposefully hurt you. You always did your best to mask your hurt and tears at his cruel words. But, you could not deny that it hurt.
He was no longer the man you had married years ago. The man that you would drink wine and jest around with during Court, or the man that used to offer rides on Dragonback despite your fear for heights. Or would kiss you despite just how flustered it made you in front of others.
He was just..He was cold, cruel, and at times more of a vengeful man with your husband’s face than your actual husband. You just hoped that in some way that you could possibly break through his shield of vengeance and see just a fragment of the man that you love once again. Even if it was just a lighthearted jest or a crack of a smile. Just a sign that he was still in there.
Fiddling your wedding ring out of habit, you watch as the Maester’s phasened the thick metal braces, the cold metal straightening out his broken legs. After a particularly bad temper tantrum of him threatening everyone in Court to the Wall and back, you feared something else triggering him again. You were tired and just hoping for some peace. Cowering slightly behind a wooden chair, you watch as they hand him two metal crutches, instructing him how to use the crutches to stand.
“You look worried.” Aegn comments, his voice cold.
“I just do not wish for you to be upset tis’ all, iif those crutches do not work ” You weakly try to brush him off, “Do not fret over me.”
“Then do not look at me like that then. I am not some pathetic cripple that needs to be coddled.” He snaps back, making you cower.
It wasn’t that you were particularly scared of him, more so you were just trying to avoid another useless argument. Looking over to the Maester’s, the two older men looking a little unsure, only worsening the churning in your gut. You knew that if those leg braces and crutches did not sate his desire for normalcy, he’d mostly likely have the Maester’s killed and yell at you until his face was red. Chewing on your bottom lip, you shift your gaze back onto him, watching him like a hawk.
“It will take time until you can walk with ease once more, your grace.” The Maester explains, “You will need to practice.”
“I do not need to practice. I am fine.” Aegon snaps back, his voice coming out more of a growl.
“Aegon, just⎯”
“Have you gone deaf? I said I am fine.” Aegon bellows, “I do not need you all to fret over me!”
Resisting the urge to strangle him right then and there, you as he shakily stands up, leaning heavily on the crutches. Raising a brow as he manages to stand upright for the first time in months. You had almost forgotten just how tall he was, having gotten used to him being bedridden or wheel around in a wheelchair. Leaning heavily on his crutch, he goes to take a step toward, when he collapses onto the floor in a heap. Like a toddler tripping over air.
Instantly covering your mouth with your hand, it took everything to not let out a snicker at the sight of him. A tiny part of you worried for his well being, and another part of you happy the universe had gotten revenge on him for being such a cunt for months. Gathering enough of your bearings, he props himself up just enough to shoot you and the Maester’s an icy glare.
“Not a fucking word.” He sneers, “I swear to the Seven⎯”
“I did not say a thing.” You blurt out, attempting to defend yourself.
“Y/n!” He snaps back, his voice a little whiny.
Shooting you a mix of a scowl and a pout of displeasure, you accidentally let out a snicker at his face, the look resembling that of a grumpy cat. Turning your head away as giggles managed to slip out, it had been a long time since you had laughed⎯truly laughed about something.
“Tis’ not even that funny.” He scowls, “I fell. You should be tending to me.”
“You laughed when I fell down the stairs just a fortnight ago. Tis’ only fair I can crack a hint of a laugh at you falling.” You argue, standing up for yourself in months.
“Tis’ different!” He argues, his scarred cheeks flushed a soft pink from anger and embarrassment.
“Not a chance! Tis’ the same thing. Do not pout, Aegon.” You counter back, a soft giggle escaping at the end.
Covering your mouth with your hand, you attempt to stop yourself from bursting into another fit of giggles, trying to regain your bearings. You did love him, but since the war had ended this had to be the most humorous thing to happen and a part of you wished for more of it. Even if it was at his dispense. Turning your head back to him, as smiling at you, not a fake one or forced but a genuine smile. Cracking a smile at the look on his face, you tilt your head to the side.
He looked handsome, scars and all like this. Even that horrid little mustache that he had taken to growing out.
“What?”
“Been a long time since you smiled. I forgot what it looked like.” He comments, his voice more soft.
“I could say the same of you.” You counter back, “I thought your face was stuck in a permanent scowl.”
He goes quiet, just staring at you for the longest of times.
What? Was there something on your face?
“Seeing you smile once again, it makes me feel as though the war never happened.” He whispers, “Keep smiling for me.”
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3
pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Targaryen! Little Sister! Reader
prompt: When the small council plans to marry off once again, you turn to your older brother for help.
word count: 1, 000+ words
You were the youngest and third daughter of Alicent and Viserys. A few months younger than Helaena and Aegon's little shadow in your childhood. Your older brother at first hated it, the way you cling onto him and gawk at him with an innocent awe.
It was your ninth name day, your Father had not paid much attention to it, but your Mother had ordered a celebration for it. You had trailed after him, babbling about nonsense as he tried to lose you. It was at dinner that night that everything had boiled over. Instead of receiving gifts, you had taken to giving everyone a gift.
He had not expected anything. He hadn't been the most kind to you. But was surprised when you had gifted him an embroidered cloth with Sunfyre on it. It was not the best and some threads were loose, but you proudly had told him you learned embroidery for him. Seeing those big doe eyes of yours his opinion changed. He adored you. You were the only one in the family that did not care about his worsening reputation. You just...adored your big brother, flaws and all.
It was why it killed him on your eleventh name day you were shipped off to the Reach, married off to a Lord as old as your Grandsire. He was haunted by your wails, of the way you clung onto Helaena and Aemond, the two of them wailing as Ser Cole carried you off to the carriage.
His young sister, the only one in the family who truly cared, was sold off like a piece of cattle. Not even your cold Grandsire was able to protest the marriage as politically it was a good match and good enough reasoning for the small council to approve it.
As years ticked by, you gave birth to two children, a stillborn daughter and a healthy son. Your husband kept you away in the Reach, so no one in your family had seen you since you were twelve and given birth to your only surviving son.
He remembered the look in your eyes, so void and almost dead. Of how you tried to stay positive. Saying, "Tis' not so bad. He mostly ignores me, except when he wishes to bed me. But even then tis' not so bad, he finishes quickly."
When he became King, he swiftly ordered you to return home, regardless of your husband's wishes. No one would take his baby sister away from him. Not whilst he was still alive and had the crown placed upon his head.
Watching you bounce your son on your lap, he attempts to pay some attention to the small council, but his eyes keep straying back to you. It was odd to think that you were now a Mother and all grown up. Snapping out of his little daze, he glances back at the small council, each member arguing intently. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Ser Criston slides a piece of parchment in front of him, an uncomfortable look on his face. Raising a brow at what he had just returned to, he glances at the parchment, reading the words quickly.
Your cunt of a husband was dead, finally croaked in his sleep. There was no reason for you to go back to the Reach. You could stay here in King’s Landing once more. Softly smiling at the good news, he goes to speak up when Lord Lannister stands up from his chair, slamming his hands down on the table. His face red from anger, his eyes wild like an untamable beast, and voice booming loud enough that it would make a dragon’s roar put to shame.
“To speak of the Princess in such a manner is dishonorable, I will see to it personally that your tongue is removed, Lord Wydle.”
“The girl is of age, she has proven she can bear heirs, healthy heirs. To not give her hand to another Lord would be foolish.”
“We need allies, the common folk are starving and soon the coin will run out. Surely as Master of Coin you can see reason, Lord Lannister.”
“Your grace, please, listen to reason we should⎯”
It takes a moment to realize what they had been discussing so intently. Then it clicks, they were speaking of having you remarry.
"What?" He whispers, his voice shaky and full of disbelief.
"No, Aegon, please don't make me do this again. Please." You whisper, tears building up in your eyes.
"It would be best to have your sister marry someone⎯"
"Think of the war, your grace⎯"
Seeing the tears building up in your eyes, it reminded him of all those years ago when you were whisked away to the Reach. Struggling to speak up and dismiss their suggestions, you kneel in front of his chair, gripping onto breeches as you beg and plead for clemency to their plans. Your son starts to wail on the other side of his chair, making motions with his hands to be picked up.
Feeling his heart break a little at the sight, he shifts his gaze from you then your wailing son then back to the small council. Everything is hectic and he doesn’t know who or what to focus his attention on. Does he console you? Does he tend to your wailing son? Does he handle the small council? Struggling to find his voice, he just stays frozen in his chair.
“Please, please, do not make me do this again, Aegon.” You beg, “I did what was asked of me before. Please do not ask this of me again.”
“We need allies, your grace. The Princess is still desired by many men, men who will look past her past marriage and son. Think of the kingdom⎯”
“Send treaties, then!”
“Please, Aegon. I ask as your sister, not a member of the Court. Please do not make me do this again. I do not wish to marry again. Please do not send me away again.” You beg, your voice cracking.
Watching as the tears begin to fall from your eyes, he clenches his jaw tightly, anger boiling up at the sight of you. His precious little sister, the one person in all of the Realm that he truly cared for, was crying by his small council's hand. Slamming his hands down hard on the table, the room goes deadly silent, minus the soft sniffles of you and your son.
“There will be no marrying off my sister! If you wish for such alliances as much as you claim, do offer your daughters instead, for I will not be doing the same to my sister nor my daughter.”
“Your grace, if you would just⎯”
“I am King, no?” He snaps back, “There will be no questioning of my decision. The matter is settled.”
MAY THIS KIND OF LOVE NEVER FIND ME. ( HOTD! MODERN AU! X READER )
AUTHOR NOTE! Back to posting for a short time cuz I go back to full time college in a week. <3
pairing: Modern AU! Aegon Targaryen x Reader
prompt : based on the trend of 'may this love / kind of love never find me' trend on tiktok, where Aegon is determined to make your relationship the opposite of the trend.
word count: 1, 000+ words
Aegon had never been the best of boyfriend’s, he was well aware of that. He would often forget important dates, anniversaries⎯being the worst. Or the names of the women he dated, earning him a hefty amount of slaps and curses. He could be brash, too much to the point where it was no longer charming. He could be temperamental, jealous, and admittedly a spoiled brat.
He’d like to think the concoction that was his childhood, with sprinkles of generational trauma added for ‘spice’, made him that way. But, he at least attempted with you, which was more than he could say about previous relationships. Key word on attempted to be the best boyfriend that he could be.
He had once brought you flowers, though they were crushed from stupidly sitting on them. Or the time that he took care of you after your wisdom teeth removal, where he had smacked you in the face with the apartment door. Or the other time where he had tried to be romantic and carry you bridal style, only to smash his toe in the corner of the couch and drop you on the floor. The attempt was there, really, he just sucked at his execution of it.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Aegon scrolled through the photos of some random couple on social media, reading the caption. ‘Yeah, he doesn’t help me with the kids. But, it’s not that big of a deal.’, along with cheesy hashtags for ‘true love’ and ‘true marriage’. Wrinkling his nose up at it, he clicks on the comments, seeing a flood of ‘red flag alert’ and ‘leave him, girl’. Seeing another post linked to it, he clicks on it, unable to resist the urge to look into some else's relationship. After all, they were the ones airing it all out, it wasn’t his fault if he looked.
Seeing another couple posing in cheesy photos, the caption once again airing out a little too much of their business, ‘He doesn’t help around the house, like ever. But, that’s what I like. It’s totally fine, so no hate comments about him, please.❤️’ Scrolling through each comment he could see, he pauses on the most liked, ‘May this kind of love never find me’. His gut churns in a way that he doesn’t like. Okay, that one kinda hit a little too close to home. He didn’t really help a lot around the apartment, but it’s because you liked things to be done a certain way.
“No, Aegon, just let me do this⎯” You protest, visibly wincing at the way he dusted the bookshelf.
“Why? I wanna help. I’m not incompetent, babe.” He argues, wiping away specs of dust.
“No, no, just stop.” You snatch the dust rag from his hand, “I just⎯I just like theses kind of things to be done a certain way. Just leave it alone.”
Clicking onto the audio attached to the pictures, he falls into a rabbit hole of posts, a hashtag attached. ‘#May this kind of love never find me’. Each post spouts out relationship dramas and ‘icks’, from leaving the toilet seat up at night to not doing anything for their partners on birthdays and anniversaries.
Then, there were the video’s. Some of them from couples, others from fanart of book series, and some from couples from TV Shows and Movies. His gut churns more and more as they point out faults that were a little too close to his own. The top comments are always the same in one way or another, ‘may this kind of love never find me’.
“Aegon?” You call, snapping him out of his daze.
“Oh, yeah, um, hey!” He forces a smile, turning off his phone.
“Are you okay? You look like a kicked puppy.” You raise a brow, poking your head out from the hallway closet.
“Yeah, yeah, just my football team lost and now I gotta deal with some shit in my fantasy football league. Move some players around and try to trade others, you know?” He lies, trying to make you uninterested as possible to drop the subject.
“Um, not my expertise. But, um, hopefully, it all turns out well for your team.” You offer a soft smile, “I guess?”
Faltering at your words, he stiffly nods his head in agreement, watching as you fill another cardboard box with clutter from the closet. He could see the specs of old warped pieces of newspaper and a broken vase peek out from the top. Licking his chapped lips, he shifts on the couch, turning his open on and off. The home screen pops up, showing a photo of you and him, posed in cheesy 80s inspired sweaters. Turning his phone off for good, he watches you pick up the box, softly closing the closet door shut with your hip.
“So, um, what are you going to do with that stuff?” He
“Oh, most of it is broken junk, so trash. But, I do wanna go to the basement storage and see what else is broken to throw out. We can use the empty space in the apartment, you know?” You explain, giving the cardboard box a soft shake to motion to the junk inside.
“Oh, cool.” He nods, not really paying too much attention to your words.
“Yeah, if you're not too busy with your fantasy football stuff, you can see what else is broken in the apartment and bring it downstairs with me.” You smile, offering him the chance to join.
“Oh, yeah, um, sure.” He hums, not in the least bit interested in the idea of doing spring cleaning.
Looking down at his lap, he clicks the power button on his phone, the home screen popping back up again. He stares at your face, a hint of a pout curling at his lips. His mind kept wandering back to those posts, the captions and comments about how horrible the relationships sounded.
What if you felt the same way that those people in the comments felt about your relationship? Would you dump him? No, you should dump him. Just like those comments said in other posts. Watching as the screen goes black and his phone turns off, he knew that he should talk to you about it, after all, communication was something you wanted more of on his end.
“You don’t have to, Aegon.” You sigh, putting the box down on the coffee table.
“No, I’ll come down, just gonna take my time to look at my stuff.” He shakes his head, “I’m sure I’ve got some junk in there.”
‘He doesn’t help around the house. But, he can’t help it.’
‘He just forgets things a lot of the time, not stuff he likes, but stuff that I like or I consider kinda important.’
‘He doesn’t like when I wear revealing stuff. It’s not really his fault, it’s mine.’
‘He tends to get jealous really quickly, so I stopped hanging out with my friends.’
It kept on spiraling in his head, those captions that he swore he had heard you complain about at least once in your relationship. Or was he just being paranoid now? Were his thoughts just spiraling so much that he couldn’t tell what was real and what was just the influence of social media? Or had you truly said those things to him and he had ignored them?
Chewing on his bottom lip until he tasted blood, he turned on his phone one last time, just staring at the home screen. Seeing the time, he lets out a sigh, deciding now was the time to stop sulking and help you downstairs. Throwing his phone carelessly onto the coffee table, it smacks the lamp, sending it falling onto the rug.
Bang.
“Aw, fuck!” He curses, scrambling to pick up the pieces of the now broken lamp.
The vase bottom was now cracked down the center, still held together miraculously, but cracked enough to ruin the aesthetic of it. Maybe he could fix it? Add some gold paint over the crack like in those art posts you liked on social media. Say it was a craft or something, right? Wincing softly at the damage, he turns the lamp on, the bulb letting out a loud crackling before popping. Nevermind.
“Fuck my life.” He grumbles, pissed he had ruined your lamp.
Running his hands through his hair, he looks for the cardboard box, hoping to hide the evidence of your massacred lamp under the other junk. Not seeing it, he grumbles as he realizes you took the box downstairs with you. Great, he was gonna have to explain what happened. Chewing on his bottom lip, he saunters into the kitchen, hoping to find some kind of sweets to sweeten you up with. Finding some slightly stale biscuits in the pantry, he puts them on a paper plate, snatching the old container to throw away along with it.
Forcing himself to act casual, he walks down the stairs, heading to the basement. Seeing you throwing away some moth eaten christmas decoration, he tenses up, feeling like a guilty dog. You were gonna be mad. He just knew it, and it was gonna be like those comments on those couple posts. Stepping on the bottom step, it squeaks loudly under his weight, announcing his presence in the basement.
“Babe?” You turn around, cracking a half surprised smile at the sight of him.
“I got you something to eat, cause you were working up a sweat cleaning and all that.” He shoves the plate into your hand, hiding the lamp behind his back.
“Aw, thanks.” You smile, furrowing your brows slightly as he tucks his hands suspiciously behind his back.
“So, um, you’re really pretty, you know that right?” He blurts out, attempting to distract you.
“Um, thanks, I guess?”
“Yeah, and you’re really funny. Like, the best kind of funny, you know?” He rambles on, attempting to smuggle the lamp in the cardboard box without you seeing.
Leaning to the left, you furrow your brows at him, leaning to the left with him. Tilting your head to the side, he swore that you knew and were just torturing him. Or was he just being super paranoid now? Sweating slightly at your stare, he pulls you abruptly into a hug, tightly pulling you against his chest with his free hand. Forcing your head into the crook of his neck, he shoves the broken lamp into the box, it clanging with the other junk inside. Letting out a soft sigh, he lets you go, watching you stare at him like he had another head.
“Aegon?” You ask, a hint of suspicion in your tone.
“Yeah, sweetie?” He chuckles, trying to act as if he was not just having a mini heart attack just moments ago.
“Is that my lamp?” You push him aside, pointing to the lamp in the box.
“Um, no..?”
“No, that is my lamp.” You argue, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Pff! It’s like totally not your lamp, you're just seeing things!” He weakly chuckles, sweating.
“Are you calling me crazy?” You scoff, unamused by his incriminating behavior.
“Yes..?” He asks unsure, “No? Um, like in a sexy way?”
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