#aegon ii

[baelwh0re]

Targaryens: "We must love our brothers"

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[goonergigi]

I look good from the balcony | MDNI

You distract your lover with your ample chest; big titty reader being obsessed over

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Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, ormund, Alicent, Alys, Gwayne, Criston

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cw: sexual content, this is about boobs, knife kink, blood kink, lactation, drinking, etc

Your husband Aegon, was drunk, again. And you had to play savior, again. You found him in some hovel filled with drunks, his posse of yes men shouting in excitement seeing you come towards them. The pretty wife of the pretty prince. It helped that your figure was filled out with the curve of your chest and hips being visible in any dress you wore. Aegon adored the feel of your full thighs and breasts when he took you, happy to watch the fat move. He was telling one of the younger men at the table, probably newly acquired, about something when he noticed you. Aegon scooted his chair back, opening his arms wide, “wife! How glorious to see you! Come join us!” He patted his lap for you to take a seat which made you roll your eyes but oblige him. His hand rested on the curve of your waist with his other wrapped around a cup of ale. His head was resting on your shoulder, nodding along to some boy's story.

Aegon has never been good with keeping his hands to himself, even more so when drinking. His hand that was on your waist began exploring your body, feeling whatever he could grabbing anything he could get his hands on. You tried to tell him off but he gave you that dopey smile that you couldn’t stay made at. While he was distracting you with his smile, his hand came up grasping your bosom through the corset you wore. You gasped, slapping his chest but he refused to remove his hands, saying it was practically his as he was yours and you his.

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Aemond never considered himself selfish, that was until his wife gave birth. Watching your attention be dragged away from him to focus on the child made him unrationably angry, wanting your eyes and love focused on him instead. There were moments where your attention did belong to only him, which he revelled in. One of those moments was alone in bed together.

The two of you were resting after Aemond took his jealousy on you, leaving you both entirely bare including his eyepatch. Aemond rested with his head on your chest, having you run your fingers through his hair as he soaked in the feeling of the fat of your chest molding around him. His lips formed around your nipple, sucking in like he had never eaten before. One thing he was grateful to his child for was how your breasts seemed to have grown during pregnancy and the sweet milk that spilled from them afterwards.

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You were in Helaena’s quarters as you were the maid helping her care for the twins, after having a babe of your own. Having two babies was always harder than one making you sympathize for the sweet girl, you could tell she truly loved them. You were mainly there just to support her or give her some time to think without the kids crawling over her. On nights when her dreams got to her and the babies woke up at the same time that she was, taking their attention away from their mother to be on you instead. The twins treated you like a second mom a bunch of times, coming to show you toys after they showed them to Helaena. The way you treated her babies made Helaena love you as well.

Tonight you were holding Maelor, letting Helaena sleep in when he fussed over anything, the other two kids asleep happily. You were feeding Maelor, smiling at him in the dead of night. Helaena could see you from her bed as you cared for her child. She got out of bed to join where you two were resting. You smiled at her when she got closer to little Maelor unlatching from your breast. You didn’t see to realize as you kept your breast out to the air, Helaena’s eyes dropping to it. She motioned to you mumbling, “you-you are, um still exposed.” you gasped quickly, righting herself feeling Helaena’s eyes burning into you.

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You were in the sept in old town, praying to the seven around the candle covered altar when your husband came and joined you, kneeling beside you. He lit a candle before lowering his head in prayer, copying your pose. The sept was empty with just the two of you in the massive hall, making Ormund more bold with his actions and his words. He brought his face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, “you are tempting me wife, your breasts are calling to me even in this holy place.”

You gapped at him, open mouthed like a fish from the Riverlands. He smirked at you before his eyes shot down your neckline looking down your dress to take in more of your chest and the skin that was exposed to him then.

“We are in a sept!” You whisper to him trying to remind him to be on his best behavior. He looked forward again, bowing his head slightly saying “do not blame me for loving my wife and the blessings the Gods have given her.”

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You could feel her eyes burning into you, of course during a dinner with the royal family you wear a revealing dress. Of course Alicent ever the pious woman noticed it instantly. She looked embarrassed almost as if it was her chest that was being exploded to the room of royals instead of you. You curtseyed in front of her, bowing low whispering a quiet, “your grace” she smiled a strained smile as she nodded giving you back, “my lady.”

You could feel her eyes on you throughout the dinner, some while politely asking you a question or your opinion, others where you could tell she was subtly staring at your chest. No, not staring. Admiring. The queen of the seven kingdoms, the daughter of the house that is the faith of the seven, was admiring your chest from across the table during dinner with her husband beside her. Her eyes met yours with a flustered embarrassed expression passing over her as she looked away. You would have to talk with her later about it, maybe she wants to borrow some dresses or…see what they look like off of you.

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You were her partner in crime, the only person she trusted with the truth of her plans and her schemes. Alys had been your protector for most of your friendship, making you feel like you owed her most of the time. Tonight was no different, she needed your help with some concoction she was making. All you know was that there was something in the mixture that gave off a sweet floral smell. You sat on top of the table in her room as she mixed the blend of ingredients together. You were both wearing simple dresses as you were the only ones awake at this hour.

Alys had said something about the mixture needing more, what the more was you weren’t sure. Well, you weren’t sure until she came over to stand before you holding a knife in her hand. You brought your hand up expecting her to need blood as it wasn’t the first time she did, but instead she smiled saying, “it needs to come from around the heart, lovie.” you undid the lacing at the front of your dress, pulling it down so that more skin was accessible to your lover. She pulled the fabric down to rest around your waist. She brought the knife up to right above your breast, moving the bowl beneath it to catch the fall off. You whimpered slightly at the pull of the blade, Alys smiling up at you, her hand cupped under your chest to direct where the flow went.

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The carriage ride was horrid, they seemed to catch every bump and hole in the road jostling you around inside the carriage. It doesn’t help that the corset you wore was starting to dig into your skin and the neckline of the dress showed off more of your chest then you usually would have liked. Your husband sat in front of you, wanting to spend some time together before you arrived at the castle. That was the excuse he gave but now that you were on the way there his eyes wouldn’t leave your chest and how it moved with each roll of the wheels. He stared wide eyed, almost like if he blinked he would miss an important moment.

The sight of his amazement made you laugh, your whole body shaking with joy. Gwayne finally tore his eyes away from your chest to your face smiling back at you. “I wish to admire my wife, is that so wrong?” You shook your head at him but kept the amused smile. Your husband was thoroughly whipped for you, and your chest.

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Criston wasn’t proud of himself, but he was a man who had needs. He found himself in the streets of silk looking for something, looking for you. He had met you during a low point, one of the older knights bringing him down here to ‘loosen him up,’ and you were so confident practically claiming Criston when he came in and Criston could do nothing to fight against you as you sucked him into your web. You had taken him into a private room, served him drinks and food while listening to his every worry and woe, your fingers working through any knots on his body while stripping him of his armor. It was the best he had ever felt since coming to Kings Landing and he found himself coming to visit you whenever he got too stressed with the life of the High Lords.

You were waiting for him, anytime there was a large event or visiting dignitary he found his way back to you and you welcomed him with open arms. Ready to hear all of his complaints and heal his ailments. Today was different though as he stormed into the room you were waiting in, quickly stripping himself of his armors while staying quiet. You watched from the bed smiling at him, you were usually dressed when he came in but today you weren’t, nude as you would be after your sessions. Criston turned towards you pausing, taking in your form, he quickly moved, placing his hands around your waist and burring his head in your chest, making you laugh loudly.

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[directedbygubler]

waking them up with head .ᐟ.ᐟ aegon, aemond, daemon, aerion, daeron the drunken, ser duncan

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aegon – he wakes up with a low, sleepy groan, hips already twitching up into your mouth before his eyes are even open. once he realises what’s happening he laughs under his breath, voice rough with sleep. “fuck… good morning to me.” one hand slides into your hair, holding while he watches you work. “look at you, pleasing your king.” he’d say something filthy about how he was the meal to break your fast. he stays lazy about it, letting you set the pace, only getting more vocal the closer he gets. when he’s coming it’s all down your throat his toes curling into the sheets.

aemond – he goes completely still the second he’s conscious enough to understand. a sharp inhale, then his fingers curl tight in the sheets. he doesn’t speak right away, just stares down at you with that intense, half-lidded gaze. when he finally does, it’s quiet and rough. “you’re already at it…?”a rare smile cracking his lips, he lifts one hand to rest on the back of your head, feeling the movement. “keep going. take it deeper. I want to feel you swallow every bit when I finish.” he holds himself back as long as he can, watching you the entire time like he’s committing it to memory.

daemon – he wakes up smiling. a slow, wicked little curve of his mouth as he realises your lips are wrapped around him. he stretches under you like a cat, then settles a hand in your hair. “well well… what a way to be woken.” his voice is low and pleased. “go on then, show me how much you missed me in your sleep.” he lets you work for a while, hips rolling up in lazy thrusts, murmuring filthy praise the whole time. “just like that… gods, your mouth. take it all, sweetheart.”

aerion – dramatic even half-asleep. he gasps like you’ve just performed a miracle, and he’s wide awake now, one hand flying to your hair. “oh— look at you, already worshipping me.” he props himself up on his elbows so he can watch properly, eyes bright with vanity and heat. “don’t you dare stop. use that pretty tongue. I want to feel you choke a little.” he talks the entire time, telling you how perfect you look with your lips stretched around him, how lucky you are to start the day like this. when he’s close he gets breathy and demanding. “swallow for your dragon.”

daeron – he wakes up slow and hazy, a sleepy little smile spreading across his face the moment he feels your mouth. “mmh… hi,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep and leftover wine. one hand drifts down to stroke your hair, clumsy and affectionate. “you’re so sweet like this… don’t stop, please” he doesn’t thrust much, just lies there and lets you take care of him, soft sounds spilling out every time you do something he likes. when he’s close he gets even softer. “can I… in your mouth? yeah? okay…” he finishes with a quiet, happy groan and keeps petting your hair afterward like you’ve just given him the best gift.

duncan – he wakes with a soft, startled sound, big hands immediately hovering like he’s afraid to touch too hard. “mi’lady— you don’t have to—” the rest of the sentence dies when you keep going. his head drops back against the pillow with a quiet groan. “gods… that feels… you’re too good to me.” one careful hand settles on your shoulder, thumb stroking gently. he keeps checking in even while his hips start to move. “tell me if it’s too much. I— I’m close, love. you don’t have to take it if you don’t want—” but if you stay he comes with your name on his lips, soft and wrecked.

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aegon ii and sunfyre reunite

hotd 3.07

[myladysapphire]

Please, Please, Please

Aegon had always had a pathetic obsession with is sister, he had always followed after her like a lost puppy no matter how much she expressed her disgust over him and his habits. He was just more tolerable when his head was between your thighs.

based of this request * Jace's version, Aemond's version *

Aegon II Targaryen x sister!reader

Word count: 2,651

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, oral (f reciving), p in v, unrequited love? slight bullying?, pathetic Aegon, switch Aegon, switch reader, brat reader, slow(ish) burn, angst, teasing, self deprication?, degrigation, targcest. half proofread!

For as long as he could remember, Aegon Targaryen had pinned after one person. You.

You, someone who wouldn’t even look his way, would scowl at the mention of his name and would only ever talk of him in the from insults and sighs of disappointment.

You seemed ashamed to know him, and the pure look of disappointment on your face every time he looked your way and sent you that pathetic smile. He seemed to trip whenever you were near, stumbling over all his words and blushing brighter than the red of house Lannister. A funny look for someone known for his drinking and whoering. Though he would stop in an instant for you.

He had never achieved the expectations of anyone, never even bothered to try unless it was you asking, and then he would try everything to fulfil your every expectation, need or want. And in return, he didn’t get so much as a smile.

You had hated his very existence since the day he was born.

For the first few years of his life, he served the purpose of being the one thing you were not. A boy. At your birth everyone had expected a boy. There were tourneys held for the would-be heir. Your mother, the queen sacrificed for something that would never prove true. And then when he was born the whole realm expected him to fulfil the purpose you failed to give. And then he was passed over. And suddenly you had to find a new reason to hate him.

So it became the way he followed you a round, so eager to impress you. Copying your every move and interest. Then when you both entered your teen years and the following around decreased, your new reason to hate him became his behaviour and attitude. In his youth he at least made an effort, to look nice, to learn to please. But the day he turned three and ten all effort seemed to disappear.  And a new reason to hate him appeared.

People praised him for the fact he was a man. That they all held the secret hope he would be king. They all kept their mouth shut at his behaviour and praised him for the bare minimum.

Rhaenrya too got the praise for doing nothing and everything at the same time. But you had never hated her. A fact he hated and envied.  She could do no wrong to anyone, even you. You who is the harshest of critics and could find someone to hate when it came to anyone or anything.

He tried to stop you from hating him, he tried everything and yet nothing he ever did so much as got a smile from you. You had never thought much of him. And he doubted you ever would.

That was until he had the chance for the throne and all of a sudden, your interest peaked.

You had never been much for politics or the constant arguing that took place in the family. Though you loved the chaos of it all, and the constant prying for attention from both sides, you had never gotten involved in any of it. Choosing to sit back and hate everyone and everything as you so loved to do.

Sure, for the first 15 years of your life Rhaenrya had been your only rock, until she upped and left you, leaving you with a stepmother who you were sure only wanted your love to prove something to Rhaenrya.  And though you had ruled your own part of the court, enjoying the frivolities of court life over the politics. The envy you felt for your sister’s life caused a part of you to pull towards the idea of Aegon as king. Though you found him utterly pathetic, he was perhaps the only person who had ever saw you for you and loved you unbidden.

With your father growing more and more sick by the day, Rhaenrya’s appearance at court lessening, the light began to shift to Aegon. And though you had never much considered giving him any attention, not that he deserved it. Suddenly you began to acknowledge him. And that only turned Aegon’s affections into infatuation.

And though ignoring him had been so easy before. Now it was getting more and more difficult.

Perhaps it was the way he had cleaned himself up. Stopped drinking and whoering, or at least began to do It less. Suddenly you began to see Aegon Targaryen as a person almost worthy of your attention.

The way you spoke to him didn’t change, you still sighed at his very being, scowled at his jokes and laughed at his words. But he loved it. you were at least acknowledging him, spoke to him. Looked at him.

He was utterly pathetic. The way he worshiped every word out of your lips. Fell to the floor at every glance you sent his way. He ate up every scrap of attention. And you soaked up his undying devotion.

It began to get noticed by everyone at court. How your refusal to even admit he existed suddenly turned into hesitant acceptance at his unending and unrelenting presence.

It even was noticed by Alicent who was willing to do anything in the favour of her sons’ succession.

“Aegon!” You screamed his name across the courtyard as he duelled with Aemond. His sword clattering out of his hand at the sound of your voice “Come with me” you insisted as you turned to walk, Aegon quick to race after you.

“Your mothers plotting something,” you spoke though your voice holding no surprise at Alicents newest scheme.

“What?” Aegon questioned as he continued to chase after you until  you reached your chambers doors.

You moved into your chambers making sure door were closed behind you before speaking. Your gripped Aegon by his hair, pulling his face to yours “did you beg her to do it?”

“What?”

“Is that all you can say? She wants to see us married” you gave his hair one more tug before letting him go.

“Married?”

“Are you capable of saying more than one word at a time?” you hissed, moving towards your bed.

“i- yes” he swallowed, you squinted your eyes at him, witing for the response to widen to more than one word “she betrothed us” the glee In his voice was hard to mask, the victory he felt shining in his eyes.

“yes” you scowled, “and am I to believe you truly had nothing to do with this?”

“of course… I’ve been begging for years but she always said no”

“well it looks like your begging finally paid” you scoffed, your eyes drifting to look out of your bedroom window, as if you were unable to bear looking at him.

“do you not want us to marry?” he spoke, moving forward slowly, hesitantly towards you. He took in the sight of you, lounging on your bed, the sun seemed to hit you just right, making your already ethereal beauty even more stunning. Your dress sleeve had slipped ever so slight of your shoulder, revealing more of your neckline that you intended, he could feel himself growing hard just looking at you.

“I could have anyone, I have men begging for my hand and you think that I, would wish to marry you?” you scoffed.

Your eyes moved down his body, your eyes focusing on the growing tent in his pants.

You laughed “you do don’t you? Oh you sweet pathetic thing” you said, moving to him and caress his cheek.

“why would I marry you? hmm? what could I possibly gain?”

His face grew flushed as he spoke, “my mother wishes me to be king…you could be my queen”

“Queen? Hmm I do like the sound of that” you hummed, your mouth grazing his jaw, “but still there’s you, I would have to marry you to achieve that, and what makes you think your worthy of me?” you began to move towards him, your dress slipping further down, whether intended or not Aegon did not know. You stood before him, your eyes level with his neck, the perfect height for you to place soft teasing kisses to his jaw.

Your gripped his chin in your hand and moved his face to look you in the eyes, “beg me” you whispered, your mouth so close to his, your breathes mingled.

“please, please” he breathed, as your hand moved up his stomach, tracing the lines of his chest through his loose fitting shirt. “all my life I have fought to be worthy of you…I have admired you and loved you, please…please I need you” he begged.

“good,” you whispered, your hand moving to grip his shirt, and your other realising his jaw as you pulled him towards you more, “I’ll marry you on one condition”

“anything” he swallowed roughly, his yes glued to your lips.

“You don’t embarrass me” you hissed, “you stop your pathetic actions and loose the ego, promise me”

“of course, please, I need you” he licked his lips, eyes still glued to your lips.

You hummed as you looked him up and down, realising his shirt and moving back towards to bed. “now, kiss me”

Aegon wasted no time, and he near pounced on you, he kissed was skilled and heated, egar to taste as much of you as your allow, he didn’t know if you’d ever let him kiss you again, and he was taking advantage of every second.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him back, “glad to see your whoering left you with some talent” you muttered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could deepened the kiss.

“please, please, please” he begged, his hands playing with the arms of your dress.

You laughed at his eagerness, at the prospect of being his wife and queen. Laughed at the idea of betraying Rhaenrya. Though she had betrayed you first. She was the only person to have ever loved you and she just upped and left, never wrote or replied to your letters and acted as if she hadn’t been your sole family for the first few years of your life and that you were just like the rest of them, that you and Aegon were one and the same. You supposed it was only fitting for you to marry him, he was the only person who had ever loved you unconditionally, had only ever seen you for you. And you had hated him based on some silly sense of loyalty to a sister you never saw.

“do you love me?” you asked, desperate for him to say yes, to know at least one person did.

“yes, gods yes please…please I have only ever wanted you”

You hummed in response, your fingers tracing along his jaw, “promise me you will make me queen”

“if that’s what you want” he agreed, kissing your thumb as it traced over his mouth.

“I want to be seen, not overlooked”

“As do I” he nodded, swallowing roughly as you both looked at each other, and saw what was underneath your courts personas.

“I still hate you” you whispered, “you stole everything that was meant to be fine”

“I’m sorry” he hummed, his face pulling closer to yours.

“It was never your fault, you were just who I choose to hate” his lips hovered over yours, egar to taste you once more.

“Will you try to love me, as I love you” he begged.

You didn’t reply, at least not with words, but your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, your tongue teasing at his lips as you begged for entry. His hands moving down your dress, pulling it down until you were left only in your small clothes. Your sheer smallclothes that left little to the imagination.

You broke the kiss as he kicked your dress off the bed.

“take of your clothes” you hummed, playing with the ties of your small clothes, teasing to take them off an reveal what was underneath.

He moved off of you slowly, his eyes never leaving your as he took of his clothes until he was entirely bare before you.  

You practically drawled as you took in the sight before you.

“please” he begged, as you slowly removed your small clothes. He crawled towards your now naked form.  Your legs falling to the side to reveal your wet heat to him.

“please” he begged again, as he placed desperate kisses from your ankles up to your thighs. A soft nod was all that was needed as he moved his kisses from your inner thigh and moved to feast at your heat. His licks were slow at first, testing and tasting you and to see your reaction.

Moans began to spew out your lips as he moved to towards your clit. Your hands moving to grip his hair as feasted on your heat, his fingers teased at your entrance, his mouth focused on your clit as he began to finger you.

A loud moan escaped you as he entered, you grip tightening on his hair, as Your legs wrapped around his head and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

his fingers fucked you as you began to ride his face, his mouth sucking on your clit as you felt your high begin to wash over you. a loud moan escaping your mouth once again as you came.

You used your legs to push him away from your heat.

“lay back” you commanded, catching your breath as you took in his naked form, and his eyes gleaming with lust.

Crawling over him, you took his mouth into a  slow deep kiss, your legs falling on either side of his frame, your hand reaching for his cock, as you slid it between your impossible wet folds, before slowly easing down onto him.

His cock, covered in your heat

Spreading your juices along his length before you slowly eased your way down onto him.

Your moans bounced of the walls as you sat on his cock, feeling your walls stretched around him.  “gods” you moaned, as you began to move your hips. Your hands moved to his chest, using him for support as you took you pleasure. His hands moved to grip your hips, helping you move and set the pace. Your head fell forward, moving to him as you begged for him to kiss you. your kiss was sloppy, as you fell onto his chest, letting him fuck up into you as you focused on kissing him. Your peak was fast approaching, your moans increasing in volume and pitch as your peak washed over you.

Your head leant against his, your breaths fast as you took in the waves of your orgasm.

Aegon placed as soft kiss to your lips before flipping you over. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he began to fuck you and chase his own high.

His hips moved in practiced and skilled movements as he fucked you, the high you had just felt approaching once more as he too began to reach his own orgasm.

His movements became stuttered, his mouth moving to search for yours as you both came together.

His leant his head against yours as you had before, your breaths moving in sync as you regain your strength. His cock still inside you as you both recovered.

“I guess I have to marry you know” you hummed, as your hand ran through Aegon’s hair.

He huffed, “please, don’t act like you don’t want to anymore” his words weren’t the usual want and begging tone, but teasing and filled with a sense of pride, as if he had finally won a battle. And in truth he had won and you had lost.

You would marry the man you hated, though hate was now rather a loose term you would use to describe Aegon.

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[henri-de-cait]

hangman hangman

because the looped dragon tail of the targaryen sigil seemed a perfect noose

[maybeiwasjustjade]

In honor of the the return of the absolutely illogical mess that is HotD, here are some quick reminders as to why the Dance was doomed to happen:

Yes, Viserys was an idiot to remarry. No, it didn’t matter if he had married Laena—Corlys’ greed made Otto look like a saint. Unlike the book, Rhaenyra was old enough to be married off and have children of her own; remarrying with enough children to populate a new house was Viserys’ own greed and pride. Blame Viserys for Rhaenyra’s inevitable downfall

Yes, naming Aegon heir would’ve solved a lot of issues. Namely, the fact that literally no one would have contested that claim. Not even Rhaenyra, who spent her entire life up Aemma’s death as conveniently not-the-heir.

No, naming Rhaenyra queen and abdicating while he was alive would not have stopped the Dance, merely pushed it down a generation. Y’all seem to keep forgetting that Jace and Co are very obvious bastards; if not Aegon v Rhaenyra, it would be Aegon v Jace or Jace v Aegon the Younger v Jaehaerys

No, Jace’s reign was not secured or safe. Again —> very obviously a bastard, surrounded by what’s going to be dozens of white-haired sons and daughters. Ntm, I doubt the many lords would let him rest easy for it. A very harmful precedent there

No, Jace and Helaena would not have been enough. The claim to contest are Aegon and his brothers’, which still exist even if Helaena married Jace. Aegon and Baela would’ve been the better option, but that would only work if Baela were to inherit Driftmark—and we all know Rhaenyra would never allow it.

No, it really doesn’t matter that Aegon was a mediocre-to-bad king. Viserys was a shit king, Rhaenyra was a shit queen, Daemon would’ve been terrible—they all sucked. The Council matters way more than the king does, and the Black Council as it stands are all fucking morons. Jace has the most sense there and he’s 16; that’s how bad it is

Rhaenyra’s not exactly the pinnacle of genius. Girlie’s also stupid as fuck, because for someone who does want to rule and knows that her rule is constantly contested on, she decides to run away and do nothing for close to seven years. Might as well hangup the claim and the crown, for all the effort she placed into securing it. Which was basically none. Maybe start by not having such obvious bastards, or marrying the man you were named heir to keep away from the crown and producing even more bastards.

No, Aegon being Aemond’s main childhood bully does not and will never negate his ill-feelings towards the Strong Boys. Aemond in s2 could bully and humiliate Aegon back publicly, even after he got Jaehaerys killed. Hell, he threw Aegon under the bus at Driiftmark too. Meanwhile, dumbfuck in a bowlcut 1 and 2 were smirking over memories of bullying the kid they maimed for life and never once apologized to. Pretty sure the former is typical Daemon-like greed and ambitions, and the other was from valid hurt. It is Aemond’s nature to spend his life thinking he’ll be better than his brother (like Daemon). Unfortunately for both, they also suck and would’ve been terrible kings too. Not that they’ll ever realize it.

[the-fiction-witch]

My Love

Romance - Aegon Targaryen X Wife Reader Rating - 17 (Implications of Breeding and Pregnancy Kink) Reading Time - 8 min 45 sec (1136)

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON HYPE WEEK

Y/n was in her chambers as usual, sitting on her rug beside the warm fire. The curtains were all open, the soft afternoon light fluttering in from across Blackwater Bay. Her large green gown sat around her like she was a castle and the gown was the high hill, its battlements built on. In her lap, she held some fabric, a needle and some thread. Beside her, her small pin cushion, scissors and the parchment pattern.

Her children, the twins Jaehaera and Jaehaerys, sat at their mother’s feet playing with their toys, for Jaehaera that meant rag dolls of princesses and knights on wooden horses, and for Jaehaerys that meant wooden castles and soldiers.

The nursemaids loomed ready to take the children upon their first cry, regardless of how many times Y/n had ordered them away.

The doors opened wide, the kingsguard knight's pushing the heavy door open to allow Aegon to stride in with confidence. It was already obvious to Y/n that he was at least tipsy; then again, she had not seen Aegon sober for as long as they’d been married.

“Hello, my love.” He cooed as he swagged in and collapsed in a heap down beside her on the rug, giving her cheek a tender kiss, “What are you up to?” he asked, his gaze falling over her work.

“I am making Jaehaera her new dress for her visits with your mother,” she answered,

“Awww, she’ll make a very pretty princess in whatever you make for her,” he cooed, “have you made one for our little boy, too?”

“Yes, so they match as ever.”

“Perfection,” he smiled, “... hummm?”

“Yes, Aegon?”

“Where is the baby?”

“In his crib,” she said, but without even thinking, she reached out her hand and stopped Aegon from rising the second he tried to stand, and forced him back down onto the rug, “Do not wake him. He has been sleepless these last four days; let him rest.”

“But I want to hold him, Y/n,” Aegon whined,

“You may hold him, next he wakes. And not until.”

“Fine,” he huffed, “Mummy is being strict with us today, isn’t she?” He cooed to their children,

“Did you want something, Dear husband?”

“Can I not simply desire to come and visit my lovely bride and beautiful children?”

“What do you want, Aegon?” she playfully glared,

“Fine… Grandsire is looking for me,”

“Should you not see him? He is your hand.”

“Exactly, he’s going to make me do work… I do not wish to work. I wish to be here with you and the babes.”

“You wish to get out of your work, and I assume a long lecture about something.”

“No…”

“Aegon, Otto Hightower does not come from his tower of the hand unless he needs to; he would not be searching the halls for you if you hadn’t done something.”

“... I may have… done… something,”

“And that was?”

“I may have… requested an audience with… Hugh Hammer… of the builders guild.”

“Why?” She raised a brow, “I thought the builders' guild had finished the scorpions?”

“They have. I had another task for him.”

“And that was?”

“... Something of a surprise,” he smiled, “Perhaps for someone’s nameday,” he smirked, glancing to the twins,

“Aegon.” She sighed, setting her sewing down, “You cannot keep a nameday present from the children's mother. What have you asked to have built?”

“Well…” he smiled with a hushed whisper so the twins wouldn’t hear, “There is so much space in the weirwood garden… and I know how you so love to linger below the bloody leaves. So… I asked Hugh and the builders' guild to… build the children a little place to play. It will look just like the Red Keep, with ropes to climb, slides to glide down, little hidden alcoves and even a little kitchen for them to make muddy pies.”

She softly smiled, trying to hide how sweet she found the thought, “You are having him build them a playcastle?”

“Yes.”

“... Sometimes you are too sweet to them,” she cooed, tapping his hand,

“Well, I am king! If I cannot spoil my children, whatever is the point?” he asked, “Besides… I know how you love to be beside them, and I know the Red keep sometimes… feels suffocating to you. Out in the garden, under the tree, watching them play, sounds like heaven, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” she nodded, “And I assume it will be big enough for you to go running in after them?”

“Of course,” he chuckled, “so I can go chasing them around like a big bad dragon daddy.”

“Umm…”

“And space for… other little ones to play, not just these three.”

“Yes, dear,” she chuckled, “We shall see about that.”

“We shall see about it, as soon as you are happy to be all… cosy and cuddly again,” he cooed, sliding his hand over her thigh and nuzzling her neck.

“I recall being fat and uncomfortable,”

“Well, I remember it differently,” he smirked, “I love when your pregannt… you’re so… hummm,” he bit his bottom lip, “Full and snuggly,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around her, and stroking her stomach, “And with the twins… You were so big… I loved it so much!”

“Didn’t you love me, Dear husband?”

“I adore you! Then and now. Just… I loved seeing you growing our babes,” he cooed, “And little Maegor is getting big now.” He growled in her ear,

“Aegon!” Otto’s booming voice called out as he pushed open the doors to the chamber,

“Ahh!” Aegon yelped, hiding under Y/n’s dress. Unfortunately, it was a terrible attempt at hiding, since his whole figure was obvious below the fabric, and his legs were sticking out.

The twins giggled, dropping their toys and coming to climb under her dress too, thinking it was a fun game, which of course only revealed Aegon more.

“No, no, my darlings, I’m hiding,” he tried to tell them,

“Aegon. The small council has been waiting for three hours.” Otto barked,

“Can’t you handle it, Grandsire? I am playing with the children,” he whined, “Oww!” He complained as Jaehaerys began pulling on his hair,

“Now,” Otto demanded,

“Fine.” Aegon sighed, getting up off the floor, he picked up Jaehaerys and kissed him firmly on the head, setting him down beside his toys. He then picked up Jaehaera and gave her a long and loud kiss on the cheek before sitting her with her dolls. He then leaned down, his hands on his knees, and his lips pouted for a kiss from Y/n,

Which she didn’t give, instead going back to her sewing,

“Ahem.” Aegon coughed,

“Yes?”

“Kiss?”

“No kiss.”

“No kiss?”

“No kiss.”

“... But kiss?”

“No kiss.”

“But… but… kiss?!”

“No kiss!”

“Aegon!” Otto yelled,

Aegon sighed and gave Y/n the biggest kiss on the head he could manage, “Later, my love,” he cooed before he headed off with his Grandsire, “You owe me a kiss! And I will collect!” he yelled as he left the chamber.

“Daddy silly…” Jaehaera giggled,

“Yes, my angel. Daddy is very silly.” Y/n smiled.