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A song that'd play while you're smoking at the back of his car, post-coitus.
"Stop hogging it, princess."
"Yeah, yeah."
You take a long draw from the shared cigarette. Smoke laced with burnt carbon fills your lungs. As you exhale, it leaves past your lips and nostrils in grey, silk ribbons. You hand the stick to your naked boyfriend, who has his eyes closed on top of you.
🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite accounts (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶
Thank you for tagging me @cullenswife <33
Gosh I love too many songs, so this was hard. I also wanted to add my favorite lyrics for each but you don't have to!
Exist for Love by AURORA
I know I cannot heal the hurt
But I will hold you here forever
If I can, if I can
When You Come Home by Mree
You are the reason, you're the answer when I'm drifting away
And through it all, when I start making a mess
You are forgiving, everlasting. You're my everything
Summary: When you receive a unique gift from Prince Aemond, you know there is no turning back.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW. Aemond is such a tease...
Word count: 1.5k
A soft jab at the door stirred you from your shared embroidery sitting with princess Helaena.
“Come in.”
The servant did as the princess commanded, and walked in, bowing profusely at both of you.
“Pardon the interruption. I come bearing a gift from Prince Aemond.”
“Precious stones are shared by loved ones…” you heard Halaena absentmindedly whisper under her breath, too involved in her craft to be bothered to accept the gift. “Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”
You rose to your feet so you could take the velvety pouch from the young girl’s hand.
Even the just mere mention of his name had your heart tighten briefly.
“Thank you,” you gave her a warm smile before walking toward the princess.
“Actually, my lady… it is for you,” her voice was but a whisper. “Prince Aemond requests that you wear it for tonight’s festivities.”
You widened your eyes. “Me?”
Nodding, the servant turned and made her way out of the quarters, leaving you to your thoughts.
This was bold.
Too bold.
Even for the likes of Aemond Targaryen.
Offering gifts to his sister’s lady-in-waiting could rapidly spread like wildfire across the Red Keep. It was not a nuisance you craved.
Even though you did crave him.
Wholeheartedly.
“Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”
Helaena managed to catch your attention as she kept on repeating the same phrase over and over.
“What is the matter, Helaena?” you asked, dropping to her knees, staring at her worriedly.
She then met your gaze with a soft smile. “Let’s see my brother’s gift.”
Resting on the heels on your feet, you untied the neat lace, pouring the gift onto your hand.
Helaena gasped in wonder.
You gasped in horror.
Prince Aemond Targaryen had offered you the most beautiful necklace you had ever had the fortune to touch.
Oval sapphires hung from it, laced in intricate golden patterns that secured them in place. Its weight dug into your hand, and you were certain this had to be the work of the finest jewelers in King’s Landing.
Helaena’s face was radiant as she clapped her hands enthusiastically.
“This is so nice of Aemond,” she beamed, holding your hand so you would stand next to her. “Let me help you put in on.”
It was in moments like these that you thanked the Gods above that Princess Helaena was so often oblivious to the intentions of others. She thought her brother was simply showing courtesy, but that wasn’t the case.
Aemond was now resorting to luxurious gifts to have your attention and… more than that.
Panic took over you. “Absolutely not. I cannot accept it,” you vehemently said, sliding the necklace back inside its pouch. “I shall return it to him.”
The princess dropped her smile, but nodded. “It can be rather rude to return a gift, but I understand.”
Sweat coated the palms of your hands as you urged Helaena to ready herself, so you could join the rest of her family in the big hall.
You felt your mind not being able to focus properly on your tasks, and you almost tripped and fell. Twice.
“You need to be careful,” Helaena rushed to you before taking a look at your feet and crouching to pick up a spider. “You nearly stepped on it…”
As much as you had expected you would have gotten used to her odd antics, it never failed to amaze you how she’d much prefer the company of crawling bugs.
A last glance at the tall mirror and both of you walked out.
She laced her arm in yours, pulling you to her side, humming a joyful song as you paced along the poorly lit corridors.
One turn to the right, and you nearly collided with someone.
“I apologise!” you yelped upon realising who it was.
“Aemond!” Helaena greeted with enthusiasm. “Come with us.”
The young prince bowed curtly. “You both look delightful.”
“As do you,” you immediately whispered, not daring to fully look at him.
Not that you needed to. Aemond always presented himself impeccably, drawing the eyes of everyone he crossed paths with.
“Although…” he said, and you could feel his eye on you. “I do not see my gift on you, my lady.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately let go of Helaena’s arm.
“Go right ahead, dear sister,” he said, offering a short smirk. “I am going to help her put it on.”
The joyful girl smiled widely and took her leave humming. "Precious stones are shared by loved ones."
Feeling your mouth go dry, you stood frozen in place, as he turned to face you.
Before he could speak, you reached for the pouch in your dress and extended your arm to him.
“I cannot accept this, Aemond.”
Silence.
He had his hands laced behind his back, his eye studying you, showing no intention of taking back what he had freely given to you.
After what seemed like too long, he spoke, “Why not?”
“It is beautiful, but I do not deserve it.”
He rose one eyebrow at you. “Are you questioning my judgment? If I see you fit of receiving such gift, then you only have to accept it.”
You licked your lips.
“I just don’t… understand why.”
In half a heartbeat, you had the young Targaryen prince pacing towards you until your back hit the wall behind.
His eye never left your face as he brought one hand to remove the eyepatch that he’d always wear around court so he wouldn’t scare off those around him, revealing the glistening sapphire in place of his left eye.
“Does this repulse you?”
“No,” you answered truthfully. “Never has.”
“This necklace…” he whispered, snatching the velvety pouch from you hand. “Is an extension of myself.”
“People will talk…” you said, as he held the shiny piece of jewelry in between you, the round sapphires casting a faint blue on his face.
“Then let them,” he replied calmly. “Let them know Prince Aemond Targaryen has made his claim.”
Your pulse quickened and you felt your mouth drop open at his statement.
“Let them see that when they look upon you, they look upon me,” he said, his face drawing near. “Let them know that if they question you, they will question me.”
He stood so close, you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips.
“Let them know that if they dare hurt you, they will face my wrath.”
Aemond had you pinned against the wall with the weight of his words. He was well versed enough to move mountains. And, if given the chance, he could certainly make love to his partner without touching them.
You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with your hands, settling for gripping the sides of your dress, threatening to tear holes into the fabric from the friction.
His lips hovered yours, and you fought back the urge to kiss the young prince.
“There is more that draws us together than apart,” he carried on, eye roaming your face. “And I’ve had enough of fighting my desire to consume you.”
You were at a loss for words, but your body spoke in your stead. The throbbing between your legs, the pants, the sweat that pooled in your hands…
Gods… how you wished he’d take you right there and then.
Aemond brought his gift to your neck, nose nearly touching yours, breath stirring heavier pants from you. He only broke eye contact once secured it neatly against your flushed skin, and you watched his eye drop to your heaving breasts.
“So beautiful…” he murmured, tracing the sapphires that framed your chest with one finger, careful enough no to touch you directy.
It was pure torture.
He shifted slowly, placing his lips to your ear in a whisper. “You look positively delicious…”
You gasped from his words and from the pads of his fingers caressing your restrained breasts.
“I want to fuck you in nothing but that necklace.”
A moan escaped your throat. “Gods…”
“You worry others will talk about my gift,” he purred, tracing your neck with his breaths. “You should worry about hard I’m going to take you.”
The moment his lips touched your collarbone, you felt your walls clench desperately around nothing, wetness dripping from you, and letting you know your body was more than ready to accept his offer.
Another moan was heard from you when he pressed his thigh to your swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure across your body.
He dragged his lips across your neck, jaw and then almost planted a kiss to your own lips, but leaned back, breaking contact with you.
At the sudden loss of warmth and intimacy, you gasped. “Aemond…”
An amused smirk tugged at his lips, as he placed his eyepatch back in place. “Now you know how it feels like not being able to take what you desire.”
Aegon II Targaryen x reader who is manipulative and uses the motherly love he never got to get her own way. They both love each other but in a toxic yandere kinda way 😂
Wrapped around your finger
Yandere!Aegon ii Targaryen x Yandere!Reader
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Warnings: none? pls tell me if I've missed sth
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.
A/N: Aegon and Halaena aren't together in this one. It's also pretty sweet, despite their ?yandere? tendencies.
Oh, he really thinks he's that good.
Then you come around.
You, a lady of noble descent and a member of one of the greater houses in Westeros, are also one of his greatest rivals when it comes to having the worst reputation in all the realms.
At first, it's just harmless fun. Nothing too serious.
But then you become a witness to the way his family treats him.
You work your way into his heart and head. I mean, who in their right mind would miss out on the opportunity of being Queen of Westeros one day, amirite?
He bites the bait pretty quickly.
Aegon is obsessed with the way you shower him with affection and love.
He'd be spending most of his time in your arms, begging for you to tell him how much you love, how unfair his mother is to him.
Alicent hates you at first.
The hatred turns to admiration with time, seeing as you gain complete control over her son and mold him to your liking.
But there's more to what she's feeling towards you- fear. With the way things are going, all it would take is for you to snap your fingers and Aegon would kill them all. For you.
You never do, thank the Gods, and for that you have the Queen's utmost respect and gratitude.
She never lays a hand on him again. She doesn't have to, but she's also too scared to do it.
He still drinks, maybe not as much as he did before, but he no longer chases after the servant girls. As if you'd even allow it to happen.
The first time you realize what you feel for him might be actual love, is when you order for some noble lady to be "displaced" from the Red Keep. You didn't like the way she stared at him. Cue, girly losing her eyes for that one.
He was yours and the only way to get him away would be to pull him out of your cold fingers. And you had no intention of dying any time soon.
Aegon rarely goes out of the Red Keep anymore and when he does, you're always with him. The Prince has glued himself to you, whether you like it or not.
On the rare occasions of you two not being present in the castle, golden scales could be seen shimmering high above King's Landing. Sunfyre loves you, the golden beast could feel the strong bond between his rider and you.
Expect lots of expensive gifts- lavish dresses, the rarest perfumes from Essos, jewelry, books, horses, ginormous bouquets of your favorite flowers, commissioned portraits of you two, gold, sweets, etc.
You want it? You'll have it. Simple as that.
He'd never thought of himself as a jealous man, but the second he sees his brother talking to you and you laughing... All Seven Hells break loose.
Aegon turns into a sniveling, whining mess, hands wrapping around you as if his life depends on it.
All the while shooting daggers at Aemond behind your back, daring him to come closer so he could claw his remaining eye out.
Few soft words from you and he's melting.
You love him. He loves you. Everything is more than fine. He completely forgets about Aemond, who's slowly backing away from you two.
You get married not long after. Neither one of your families is brave enough to say a word against the union, seeing as ...
You absolutely never tried to hide it from the public.
You're all over eachother for the most of it.
Both men and women are dropping like flies around you, if they just as much as stared at either of you for a second too long.
Both yours and his family are equally scared and would rather keep away, than try and separate you.
Word spreads around quickly. You're with child.
Aegon's over the moon. You're his. He's yours. Completely.
The prove pops out not long after. Then another. And another.
He would 100% elbow the midwife in the face if she tries to keep him away from you while you're giving birth.
"My Prince, you cannot..."
"Out of my way, you old hag, my wife is in there!"
He was there while you were making them, he has every right to be there while you squeeze them out.
Definitely cries his ass off when he holds your firstborn.
His tunic is discarded quickly as he holds the small bundle close to his bare chest.
Then he wraps one hand around you, almost crushing your neck with how strong he's squeezing you.
Same thing goes down every single time- he storms in, kid comes out, he's bawling his eyes out at the sight.
You pick the dragon eggs for each and every one of them together.
Aegon's just as obsessed with your children, as he is with you.
Gods forbid someone makes one of his little bundles of joy cry...Heads will be flying in all directions, no matter who they belong to.
Not even the Stranger would be able to pull you apart.
Even in death, you'd find a way to be back together.
Imagine student!Aemond who always hates his ID picture. There's nothing wrong with it, but to him, he can't even look at it without being reminded of all the imperfections. A face that frowns at the sight of itself. He would always have a sticker or a photo of you to cover it. It will always be sitting at the depths of his bag, never to be seen by anyone, not even you.
He dreads every picture day. He does the occasional hair check but knows he cannot do anything to alter what's permanently there. The results always end badly in his mind. And then there's you, his gorgeous love. You always look so beautiful no matter what. He can't help but admire you every day from his seat at the back. Still, you insist on fixing your hair and makeup to look presentable. You never needed to, really.
Imagine his surprise when you suggested doing his makeup and hair. He would turn it down at first, but your pleading look always makes him cave in. You two would stay inside an empty classroom, where he sits while you put on concealer and blush but make sure to not cover up his scar. You even give him some mascara and contour (not like he needs one). After combing his hair, you show him his reflection with a proud smile.
He doesn't really see a difference in his appearance. He thinks he looks the same—just a scarred, plain man. But the difference is you gave your time to do this, so maybe this year's picture is special from the rest.
Before you two leave the room, you stop him.
"Wait, I forgot something."
You take his face with both hands and give him a gentle kiss. You taste like strawberry chapstick and smell so sweet as you feel his heartbeat drum against your chest.
You pull away and grin, seeing a faint pink tint on his thin lips. Your arms slide around his shoulders.
"So handsome," you coo.
You said it so softly he couldn't even deny it. Maybe, just this once, he'll reconsider how bad his picture will turn out.
Weeks later, Aemond looks down at the rectangular piece of plastic. For once, he doesn't grimace. He doesn't hide his ID when you approach him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and hands it to you.
You gasp at how handsome he looks. His flawless hair, his little smirk, and his sapphire eye were all clear in that little box. You keep gushing about it, and heat rises to his face. His cheeks instinctively raise at your praises.
"Oh, please don't hide it Aemond. I bet your old pictures are just as good." You look up at him with starry eyes. "May I see them too, sometime?"
Aemond kisses your temple, amused. He replies, "Only for you, my heart."
I have this idea stuck in my mind and it doesn't want to go away.
I keep thinking of Aemond finding the place where Vhagar laid her eggs, but when he brake the crust and smoke comes out, it's not eggs he finds inside, is a woman. Fully grown, naked and sleeping.
After a moment to be able to believe in what his eye is seeing, Aemond continues to break the crust to free you.
He immediately knows that you are not human, because if you were, you would not survive the heat nor the lack of air inside. And also, upon closer observation, he noticed that under the black goo, on your shoulder, golden scales were shining under the light of the torch he was carrying to illuminate the dark cave.
Not resisting the temptation, he touches your shoulder, and is surprised with what he feels. The scales are softer than he thought they would be. Rougher than the rest of your skin, but nowhere near the hardness of the dragon's.
Armond was too mesmerized by what he was feeling to realize that his touch woke you. He felt you stirring before he saw your eyes opening.
He observed in reverence you sitting up, completely unbothered by your lack of clothing, while looking around confused.
But suddenly, your eyes snapped to his, and Aemond's breath was caught in his throat. Your eyes were the most pure violet he has ever seen, and the color filled the entirety of the orbs, save for the two black slits of your pupils. Dragon eyes.
When he saw your throat illuminate with a fire that was not from his torch, and you opening your mouth, Aemond did the only thing he could think of at the moment. He softly said "Lykirī, gevie, lykirī."
I haven't fully fleshed out my dragon!reader yet, but I know her main ability is dragon telepathy. She can innately understand and communicate with dragons as if she is one of them (because she essentially is lol). She also can form an empathic link with whom she "imprints" on, similar to a dragon with its rider. Surprise surprise she bonds with Aemond.
Her origin is a whole doozy, but basically, her egg is actually Aemond's that supposedly never hatched. Viserys and Alicent kept it a secret because reader would be raised to be their daughter after Alicent has a false pregnancy (So Daeron doesn't exist here). I already know she has white hair because of the dragon she was born from.
I'm bad at explaining sorry 😭 but I couldn't stop thinking abt reader just being so attached to Aemond as kids and just following him everywhere. She probably felt his pain when he lost his eye. AND HER SEEING VHAGAR AS A SECOND MOM/GRANDMA? I need to top myself.
I have this idea stuck in my mind and it doesn't want to go away.
I keep thinking of Aemond finding the place where Vhagar laid her eggs, but when he brake the crust and smoke comes out, it's not eggs he finds inside, is a woman. Fully grown, naked and sleeping.
After a moment to be able to believe in what his eye is seeing, Aemond continues to break the crust to free you.
He immediately knows that you are not human, because if you were, you would not survive the heat nor the lack of air inside. And also, upon closer observation, he noticed that under the black goo, on your shoulder, golden scales were shining under the light of the torch he was carrying to illuminate the dark cave.
Not resisting the temptation, he touches your shoulder, and is surprised with what he feels. The scales are softer than he thought they would be. Rougher than the rest of your skin, but nowhere near the hardness of the dragon's.
Armond was too mesmerized by what he was feeling to realize that his touch woke you. He felt you stirring before he saw your eyes opening.
He observed in reverence you sitting up, completely unbothered by your lack of clothing, while looking around confused.
But suddenly, your eyes snapped to his, and Aemond's breath was caught in his throat. Your eyes were the most pure violet he has ever seen, and the color filled the entirety of the orbs, save for the two black slits of your pupils. Dragon eyes.
When he saw your throat illuminate with a fire that was not from his torch, and you opening your mouth, Aemond did the only thing he could think of at the moment. He softly said "Lykirī, gevie, lykirī."
hcs of what it would be like having a slumber party with these little gremlins. Slight Aegon/Aemond bias, but what else do you expect from me?
Warning: None. Poor Luke not getting a break from the toilet.
Top Tier Games
Having the largest and tallest building in the city to call your home, it'd be a crime to not use the Red Keep to your advantage for games. Hide and seek? Hide in the crypts with Balerion. Tag? Can't tag someone while you're wheezing and climbing up the serpentine steps. Scavenger hunt? Gold and jewels are overrated. Trying to catch one of the stray cats of the castle is harder than finding priceless artifacts. One setback is that the place was not childproofed for eight kids at a party or any children for that matter.
"Hiss!"
A black, scruffy cat sprints from the shadows. It dodges you and the kids, who made it a game to catch the elusive feline.
Ducking under Luke's leg, it heads for the stairs. You waste no time running after it. Searching for a cat at night was a challenge in this maze of a castle, but it seemed almost impossible to catch one. After almost 20 minutes into the chase, your patience was running thin.
As you race down the stone steps, you lose your footing and slip. You hear your friends cry out your name as you fall. Your heart skips a beat, and you close your eyes. But two hands secure themselves around you, and you see yourself in the arms of a knight in shining armor, literally.
"Are you alright, my lady/lord?"
You are sure Ser Harwin Strong said something about being careful before corralling you all to your shared chamber. However, you were too busy experiencing your first crush and love at first sight simultaneously.
Food for Days
When a Targaryen parties, always expect a feast that can feed a village. Whether the food is exotic or not, the royals chefs will serve whatever it is you're craving with a wave of your hand. Just be mindful of your bowels once morning comes along. Lucaerys learned that the hard way when he locked himself in the bathroom after eating too many Dornish Cream Cakes.
"Don't tell mother!" Luke groans from the chamber pot before bracing for another purge of the creamy desserts.
Tea Over Tea
A slumber party is never one without sharing the latest gossip in the court. You, Helaena, Baela, and Rhaena were eager to exchange information while the boys hesitated to join in. Jace and Aemond, being the good kids they are, would remark that it is impolite to talk about somebody else's business.
"It's just wrong," Aemond says, crossing his arms stubbornly. Ever since you left the room to get some water, Baela has been prodding him to join in on the conversation.
Jace nods in agreement. "Why would we want to know what other people are getting into, anyway?" He knows his mother taught him better than sticking his nose in other people's affairs. However, he can't help but feel jealous of how much fun you are having without him.
"Not even to know who (Y/N) has a crush on?" The girls giggle. Someone soon joins the circle and sits between Helaena and Rhaena
Luke sits there, as poker-faced as his adorable self can allow. "Spill," he says before raising a teacup to his lips.
Who Brought the Booze?
Since you're still underage, only Aegon would be interested in sneaking in liquor. You and the others would wince as you watch the prince swig the wine in gulps. But being the impressionable kids you are, you all decide to mimic him by drinking "shots" of your favorite juice and "smoking" sticks of candy while pretending to be high.
"Bleh!"
You giggle as you pass over the bin for the next person to fake vomit in it.
Jace takes it and hunches over, holding his stomach as if it hurts. "Oh no, I think I'm going to—" he exclaims a retching sound, earning a laugh from your companions. His performance is cut short when a hand steals the bucket away from him. "Hey!"
Aegon hurls the alcoholic contents from his stomach without warning. The kids yell out in disgust while some of you look on in horror, mentally noting never to bring Aegon to parties if you don't desire a mess.
Makeover!
Whether or not you like the glitz and mess glam of a makeover, the girls would be excited to share their cosmetic talents. You wouldn't want to disappoint Helaena, would you? Plus, you'd look so gorgeous with your plum lipstick, blue eyeshadow, and bright pink blush! The boys have no say in it too if they want to keep the party lively. They could be bound in chairs, screaming with cream cakes stuffed in their mouths, while the twins happily braid their hair and you and Helaena paint their nails
"Oh, you'll look absolutely divine, good sir," you say with a posh accent.
Aegon hums as he opens his mouth for another grape. You feed him the fruit before returning to his facial mask. Surprisingly, the eldest prince is the most accepting of the treatment.
The other boys struggle to free themselves of their restraints but are pulled back by the girls to test their new perfumes (aka an abomination of different scents they could mix together)
"Quite," Aegon replies.
He sits back with a sigh as he lets you do his nails, just as long as you continue the hand massage that makes them feel like jelly.
Historically Accurate Dungeons and Dragons
It's the boys' time to shine on this one. Their parents' closets are a gold mine for role plays. Every bed is a mountain to climb, and what lies underneath is a cave of goblin fiends waiting to be defeated. Your pillow fort is the Red Keep, where inside is the towering pillow throne! Whoever gets tagged as the untamed dragon has worthy opponents armed with broomsticks and plush shields at the ready.
"Ugh, why does Aegon get to be king, again?"
"Because it's in my name, duh," Aegon says while readjusting his oversized crown that was totally not stolen from Viserys' room.
You answer from your pillow fort, "Because he'll cry and whine until sunrise if we make him the dragon," you look at him pointedly," even though it was his turn."
"Please, you wouldn't know how to rule a kingdo-AAAA!"
Helaena makes an excellent beastmaster. She has amassed an army of her insect friends, and one of her companions just so happened to land on the king's face.
Ghost Stories
Being in a family built on bloodshed, warfare, and dragons comes with its perks when telling ghost stories. The Targaryens have passed on stories to their kids for generations. King Viserys could spend hours retelling the stories of Old Valyria and its doom. Corlys could detail with great pride of his nine voyages to Essos and the unusual creatures he encountered. But it's Daemon that gives the true horrors of previous Targaryen kings. The man does not have a filter even in front of children, so it isn't a surprise if you stay up all night thinking about the underground tunnels of the Red Keep. The dead men that built those very walls might still be lurking somewhere.
" Wagonloads of strongwine and sweetmeats," Daemon says, "and the finest whores of the city were sent by king Maegor. Three days, those builders and workmen dined and reveled in the celebration."
The prince sits by the hearth with his legs crossed, relaxed like a wise man narrating a children's book. In front of him are all of you in your designated beds. Some have their blankets tucked under their chins as he continues.
"The king then ordered his soldiers that all of the workmen be killed." He scoffed at the idea. "Never wanted anyone to reveal the Red Keep's secrets. All those laborers worked to the bone, given three days of unsullied pleasure, just to be slaughtered like pigs afterward. So," he clasps his hands together," what have we learned tonight, hm?"
"That Maegor the Cruel should be nicknamed the Fool instead," Aegon answers. "What kind of king slaughters his men but not the whores they fucked drunk for three days straight?"
"Good question." Daemon points to him. He rises from his seat and walks across the room. "But how would you know he didn't kill the whores as well? Perhaps their spirits still linger about. Sometimes you'll hear their disembodied voices when no one's there. Some claimed they've seen their headless figures wandering the halls, beaten and bloody."
The kids shiver at his creepy voice as he says it. The tense air becomes worse once the last of the candles are blown.
Daemon chuckles. "Well, goodnight. Hopefully you won't wake with a lost limb." He opens the door and takes his leave with a smirk on his face.
A Sleepless Night
You all would try to keep holding conversations in the dark as long as you can. Honestly, everyone was creeped out by Daemon's story, but eventually sleep gets the best of them. The room starts to become colder the dimmer the fireplace becomes. Every sound is amplified and keeps you awake. Unfortunately for you, a storm just so happened to form. The howling winds and heavy rain can be heard from outside. It's a horrible time to be afraid of lightning.
You hate the storm. It seems to mock you every time you hide from the flashes of light. Its thunderous laugh travels through the walls and into your bed. Even with the others sleeping near you on separate mattresses, you feel alone.
Minutes of silence passed. But just as you were about to close your eyes, a loud crack jolts you awake.
In a moment of vulnerability, you get in the nearest bed to yours. You bury yourself under the blanket.
"(Y/N)?" Aemond whispers. He pulls back the covers to see you hiding under them. "What are you doing? Are you scared?"
Another lightning strike. You gasp and curl over like a fetus. You don't know if you want to hide from the storm or your friend more. You nod your head.
Aemond looks at your empty bed and then at the window. The storm has only gotten worse. Waves of rainfall pound at the covered glass. He puts the blanket back over you and lies down, facing you.
"...It's okay. The storm can't get you here." He feels you slightly shaking and gulps. "And, um, I'm here to protect you. I won't let anything hurt you."
You open your eyes. You see him shift slightly. He looks red in the face and awkward from having to share a bed.
"Promise?"
"Uh, well, I can promise I'd get struck first before you do b-because I'm taller."
You snicker. "Right."
Suddenly, you hear a pained moan echo from a distance. It was loud enough to wake you and Aemond but not the rest. You and him sit up and look at the door leading to the hallway. It is slightly ajar, with candlelight seeping through the crack. You hear another noise and then hide under the covers once again.
"What the hells was that?"
"I don't know. Just don't move until it's gone."
You close your eyes tightly and silently pray whoever or whatever was making that sound won't come inside and slaughter you like in the ghost stories.
You shriek when you feel the bed dip behind you. A hand covers your mouth, and you turn your hand to see someone join you under the covers.
"Aegon?"
"Aegon, you have your own bloody bed. Get your own hiding spot," Aemond whispers angrily.
"And get killed? Mine's the closest to the damn door. If one of those ghosts gets in, It'd get to me first. Now move!"
Now, you're squeezed between Aemond and Aegon, both of which are horrible at keeping their voices down.
"Ouch, stop kicking me!"
"Then stop putting your damn cold feet on mine."
"What feet?"
"Sorry, that was me," you mutter. You push away Aegon's unruly hair from your face. "But can both of you just shush? I think it's getting closer."
A moment passes, and all you hear is silence.
"Why don't you just hide with Helaena?"
Aegon stutters, "Because... Well, why don't you do it then?"
"Because this is my damn bed—"
"Shut up!" you scream quietly. "Both of you. If we're supposed to survive the night, then let's at least pretend we're asleep."
You glare at them like a seething mother. Neither dared to speak after you, so you try to make yourself comfortable before closing your eyes.
You whisper goodnight to the princes. With their backs turned, Aemond mumbles a goodnight back while Aegon lets out a grunt.
Soon enough, all of you are deep asleep, the fear of the ghost and the storm long forgotten. No one notices a small figure entering the dark room.
Lucaerys shuts the door with his hand over his upset stomach. He groans when he feels the need to visit the chamber pot again. Why did he have to get a midnight snack, and why did they have to be those damn addictive cream cakes?
She floated like a dream, covered in gold, iridescent jewels above her eyes. Her body was carved like marble, hidden beneath light silk as lovely as her skin. Her eyes held the same darkness as where stars are born. And beneath is a mind that is refreshing like a river in the summertime—the same river that flows beneath her soft cheeks before I kiss them.
She looked like an icon made for the gods, a beauty you'd shed blood for. The idea of her gaze can start wars but only me reverently on my knees brings a smile to her angel face.
Fools, all of them. She has always been mine since the moment we shared a heartbeat.
A/N: Inspired by a song with the same title, as well as personal experience. This can be read as a standalone story or a sequel to my previous Aegon post.
Warning: Hyperstimulation (not the good kind). Brief mentions of sex on the beach. Comfort. Fluff. Mature Aegon pulling an Aladdin on you.
Blurry faces and colors flash by you. The aroma of rich food and heavy perfumes, the glint of flashy jewelry and flickering of candlelight, the bellowing of laughter, and the incoherent chattering among guests and family members. All at once, they attack your senses, giving you a headache. You do not feel like you're supposed to be here.
Today, your family hosts a grand party to celebrate your nameday. Many lords and ladies all across Westeros have come for the occasion, showering you with endless gifts and praises. Of course, you are expected to be present for the occasion. You tried your best to appear happy for the day that is seemingly centered around you. You just cannot find the willpower to be happy at the moment. The guilt gnaws at you. Malicious voices whisper in each ear how ungrateful you are acting. Anyone would kill to be in your shoes, but no amount of lavish offerings or music can rid of the pit in your stomach.
You watch from across the table, your family talk and laugh with different noble families. Others dance to a merry tune, spinning and linking arms. Your parents sit close to the king and queen during the feast, smiling and laughing, ignorant of the brewing storm within you. Your heart clenches at how you must look, like a dog dragged by the scruff from your room. Maybe it's not far from the truth. Five separate times were you found hiding in your room, and five times were you reminded of your position. It is your responsibility, as future queen, to keep your guests happy.
Guests that you did not invite to a party you did not want, you thought.
You down the cup of wine in a few gulps, catching your husband's attention.
“The night is still young, princess. Why the rush?” Aegon asks, holding a cup of his own. He follows your gaze and turns to see the scene that upset you. Standing on the other side of the room are your parents. Their backs are facing you, but you can tell they are flushed from the beverages.
He hears the scrape of a chair and sees you walking away from the table. This time, no one notices your absence but Aegon, who is right behind you. You turn the corner to a secluded hallway where the servants pass through. You regret standing and leaving as fast as you did. Your vision blurs, and your ears ring. Still, your legs seem to move by themselves in search of an exit.
Aegon stops you by your shoulders, asking, "(Y/N), where are you going?"
You turn to him, glassy-eyed. “Anywhere but here.” You glance behind him to check if anyone saw you leaving, but it's only you two.
“What do you mean?” He searches your face for an answer and notices you looking lightheaded.
The ringing in your ears gets louder. Tears prick your eyes, and you withhold the urge to yawn. You start breathing heavily like you're about to cry.
He asks, alarmed, “Are you alright, love? What's wrong?"
"I don't want to be here."
You reach out to him, and he frowns, holding you close. He looks around before swiping one of the bottles and bread a servant passing by was carrying. He holds your hand and heads towards the door. “Let's get out of here.”
He stops outside the back entrance, waiting for you to recover. You lean against him while he has his back against the stone wall, rubbing your back. Once the cold air hits you, you start to regain your strength, and soon you two are sneaking around guards to leave the castle. He lets you eat some bread on the way but doesn't stop until you reach the dragon pit.
The massive size of the cavernous building is imposing, to say the least. Even with his jacket on, you feel a shiver run down our spine. Echos of trickling water and dragon snores make you grip Aegon's arm tighter. You can feel him flex said arm in reassurance.
Actually paying attention to Ser Cole's training for once definitely paid off. Aegon mentally pats himself in the back.
Show off, you thought.
Without a care in his step, the prince leads you to where his dragon, Sunfyre, is enclosed.
The dragon rumbles at the sight of his rider. He lets out a low purr once you petted his snout, as you're one of the few he would allow touching him.
“Where are we going?” You stare at the prince with furrowed brows as he places the bottle and food inside Sunfyre's saddlebag.
“Anywhere but here.” He smirks and gets on one knee to give you a leg up. You squint at him, but he simply motions his head for you to get on. “Trust me, princess.”
It took little convincing for you to ride the gorgeous dragon. You let out a yelp as Sunfyre takes you to the skies. Aegon has his chest against your back and his arms by your waist, his grip secure on the leather reigns. A smile turns into laughter when you feel the clouds on your face and a flurry of rain droplets fly past your cheek.
Once you reach a clearing, your jaw drops. In front of you is the bright full moon. It looks so close to where you are that you could almost touch it. Its soft light gives a golden, ethereal glimmer to the dragon's scales. Even Aegon's hair seems to glow under the moonlight, like a halo made of silver and gold. He smirks as you look at him up and down. You blush and stick your tongue out at him.
You fail to notice the dragon rider's devilish grin as you fall into a sudden drop. It is his turn to laugh as you scream, clinging onto him for dear life. Just when you thought you were heading straight for the water, he swoops Sunfyre back up and skillfully swerves past rocks and canyons. The dragon runs the tip of his wings through the waves, splashing saltwater at the resisting breeze. The racing beat of your heart pulsates through your fingertips. An electric feeling of freedom courses through you. No one can touch you where you are. At that moment, no one else exists. You feel powerful. Alive.
You arrive at a small island. The sounds of waves washing ashore can be heard from below. Sunfyre lowers himself through a large hole atop a rock formation. When Aegon helps you down, you can feel sand under your shoes.
"Aegon, where are we?" You ask, uncomfortable in the nearly pitch-black darkness.
“dracarys.”
A billow of flames leaves the dragon's jaws and lights a nearby campfire. Both males act as if they have done it a thousand times before. After adjusting to the light, your eyes scan around the towering cave you're in.
Spiral walls rise to the hole in the ceiling. Its rocky layers oscillate between white, yellow, and orange. Half of the cave is surrounded by turquoise water, in which two arched entrances are connected by an amber-colored pillar. You cannot see past the three entrances, but you can imagine how otherworldly it would be here with a skylight. It is a monument worthy of the Gods.
“How do you know this place?” You ask, turning to him.
Aegon rummages through a wooden chest from the back. He takes out a couple of blankets and cushions from it and places them beside the crackling campfire. “Well, if you're around people who wish to take either your crown, your life, or your fun, you'd want to escape to a place like this, yeah?” He dusts his hands off with a proud face, but you raise an eyebrow.
He continues, “I found this place when I was ten and three. You remember that night. Aemond lost his eye, blamed me for calling Rhaenyra's sons bastards when I could barely discern left from right, yadda yadda.” He waves his hand dismissively. “In short, I got upset and left with Sunfyre. I didn't know where we were going; I just knew it was anywhere but there. Discovered the remains of an old, wrecked ship, found the cave, and it's been mine ever since.”
As though reading his rider's mind, Sunfyre flies off with a huff, giving you two privacy. Aegon walks back to you with the wine and bread in hand. He removes the cork with his teeth and passes you the bottle. You take a large gulp and sit down beside him on the blankets, still in awe of the place.
"Huh, I still can't believe you've never told me about this."
He shrugs. “I guess I just wasn't ready, you know, to reveal all about myself. I always came here when I couldn't handle the pressure, when it felt like everything was against me. Hells, I disliked who I was. Why not have an entire realm feel the same way."
You nod. He still has a hard time opening up about his insecurities, no matter how often you reassure him. “Thank you, for bringing me here, I mean. My nameday must be extra special for bringing me to your little paradise.” You nudge his side.
Aegon chuckles and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. “It's our paradise now,” he captures your lips in a quick but heated kiss, “and you're its queen.” He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck, making you giggle. Without you noticing, he swipes the glass bottle from your grasp and takes generous sips.
“Where're you goin', princess?” he asks when you stand up and walk towards the water.
You loosen the laces of your dress and pull the sleeves down your shoulders. “That's 'my queen' to you, love.” You turn around and let the layers of clothing fall to your feet, leaving you in your undergarments. “Swim with me.”
Your husband grins with a fire in his eyes. “Yes, my queen,” he plays along. He strips to his breeches and joins you.
Time goes by fast as you enjoy each other's company. You splash and play in the waves, your laughter reverberating in the domed shelter. You've lost count of how many times you accidentally tasted the salty water from forgetting to keep your mouth closed. It was an unforgettable night, particularly for your husband, who you almost accidentally drowned while using him as a life preserver. You were lucky he showed mercy.
You will also remember this night as one of tender lovemaking. With the drenched, see-through fabric peeled off of you, you bathed in the warmth your connecting bodies emanated. Each kiss was a silent prayer for more. Waves of pleasure rolled off your tongue and hips, both wet for him to be one with you again. As the rumbling surf masked your moans and pants, you swam in the waters of desire until your bodies ached. You shivered with mirth and sweat dripping down your flushed skin.
Once you calmed down, you lie with his head between your breasts, basking your bare souls in the moonlit sky. You lean against the large rock behind you. Aegon sits comfortably with his back to you. You keep each other warm with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and blankets surrounding you. Even with your focus on the starry sky, you're grounded by the feeling of your husband's soft hands rubbing along your forearms.
The muscles of your shoulders relax. A sigh escapes your lips like a heaviness has left your body. He notices and squeezes your arm before kissing its damp skin. Every touch is so gentle—mindful.
You look back down and move him to face you. Like his touch, yours are delicate as they cup his face and brush back his messy locks. You smile softly, silently communicating how proud of him you are. He's grown so much over the years. Stronger and wiser he became, without losing the essence of who he was. You can attest he is just as sensual as you remember him to be.
Aegon looks back, confused at first. Your eyes still hold a tinge of sadness, but the pupils are dilated. Your smile is no longer strained, and your heart beats calmly from where his hand rests on your back. Without question, he captures your lips for another kiss.
Though he may never completely understand the intricate web of galaxies that make up his wife, he concludes that he will be there to feel everything—and face everything—with you. And if that means he's, for some reason, the cause of your serenity, he would fly you back here every night and recreate every moment. All of it just to see that look upon your face.
He knows he will never live up to his family's expectations, and one day, he may come to terms with that. None of them really matter apart from you. However, he finds himself a king as he sits with you on this side of paradise you created together.
a/n: Watching these two do anything in the same room makes me want to pull my hair out. I will not allow us to become children of divorce, so here's a short, self-indulgent one.
p.s. I chose the gifs with a fem!reader in mind, but it can be gn.
Warning: none. our bisexual moms getting the ending they deserve.
(Y/N) Targaryen. The Crown's Jewel. Adopted by Rhaenyra Targaryen and raised by Alicent Hightower. Blood of none, but beloved by all.
Oh, how you wished your mothers loved each other as they loved you. You always saw the sadness in their eyes whenever they meet, a longing between two souls that were more familiar than the men they married.
It is why they currently sit across from you. The silence is suffocating. The queenly women wait for an answer as to why their child called for a meeting with them in private.
You take a deep breath. “I want you both, for once, to say what is on your mind and make amends for this drawn-out feud. Forgive me, but I cannot help but feel partially responsible if I fail to do something about this.”
It might be naive to think they would apologize for a conflict that has persisted for years, and it probably was. You witness the pent-up frustration in their hearts pour out as they face each other. Their voices raise like whoever was louder was less guilty.
You can still tell they want an end to it as much as you do. However, years of repressed feelings, miscommunication, and external pressures keep them from doing so. It felt like a tug of war ever since you were a child. You were just a small, shivering babe in a rotten box when Rhaenyra took you in. Despite how much the family, and especially the court, protested against the decision, she saw something in you that forged an unbreakable bond—a mother's love for her child. Prophecies be damned if someone were to dare take you from her.
Alicent took longer to accept you, but you did not have to do anything. No matter the day, she would always find herself looking for you. You were always so excited to see her and let her braid your hair. Perhaps it's the curiosity to know what it's like to have a loving relationship with your child, as hypocritical as it sounds from someone who already has children of her own. But you were so easy to love. She fell harder than you could ever comprehend with that precious mind of yours.
It was how she and Rhaenyra came to an agreement. You get to spend time with both under a given schedule. Half of the time is spent with Rhaenyra and your adopted brothers, and the other is with Alicent, Viserys, and their kids. Regardless of how busy they are, they would always find time to spend it with you. It was surprisingly a happy childhood, one that most likely kept the peace between the two families.
You were brought back to reality by the scraping of chairs. Pride overcomes prudence as your Targaryen mother rises from her seat and makes her way toward the door. The brunette queen has her back facing them with fingers picking at skin; a distraction from the ache in her heart.
Alicent says with a stern yet audibly hurt tone, "(Y/N), this will be the last time you force such a discussion between me and Rhaenyra. If you are so displeased, choose a side," the queen bites her lip as she hides a deep frown, "because we cannot be there for you together."
"What?" The hurt in your voice makes Rhaenyra stop in her tracks, her instincts yelling at her to comfort her child.
"I can't... You know I can't do that." Your throat tightens.
"My dear-"
“To choose one of you is to lose half of myself.” You feel the tears welling behind your eyes, but keep your chin up. "You're both my mothers. If there were truly any malice or hate between you, I would have noticed. You two always try to act distant, but the next minute, you look into each other's eyes, hold hands, and just generally gross me out with your badly hidden flirting." If the atmosphere wasn't so tense, you could have laughed at yourself. You sigh and continue, "If I'm not so bad, then neither is the person that raised me. You know it better than I do, don't you?”
Your gaze shifts between the two women, who now have their eyes on the floor, and then eventually to each other.
"If you'll have me," Rhaenyra breaks the silence, "we could talk it over a cup of tea."
Alicent and Rhaenyra exchange a look, and at that moment, they are children again. A time without worry and responsibilities that made them set aside their happiness. A time when their minds were preoccupied with nothing but the young girl that always stood by their side. In those teary-eyed windows, they see a glimpse of their best friend, their biggest confidant, and their first love. No matter how long ago that wound was sewn shut, there is always an opening that would let them back into their lives if they just had the chance.
With a wistful smile, Alicent nods. "I'd love to."
You, now bridging your mothers' hands, pull them into an embrace. They hug back tearfully, now less afraid to mend the bond. Never mind Otto's disapproval or Daemon's, as long as they have each other like they used to. They touch foreheads together, their hearts rejoicing, for they found the last page of a book that will always end with them.
