#yandere Aegon the Conqueror

[gulnarsultan]

hi I hope you are fine can you please write yandere aegon the conqueror x stark! reader Where she forced the reader to marry him, and she was doing her best to be nice to him and help him, but he did not love her and he always ignore her , and when he finally realized that he loved her, she began to hate him and ignore him, just as he treated her before.

Hello. I hope you like it. If you want a happier ending, feel free to write.

" Scenario "

You were Torrhen Stark's only daughter. That's why you were the apple of House Stark's eye. You had a happier life than the day the three Targaryens conquered the land. All Kingdoms except Dorne had submitted to the Targaryens. Aegon chose you as his third wife when he was crowned. Your wedding was beautiful and lavish. However, your married life and your husband were not good at all. You were trying to be the best wife you could for Aegon. You were hoping to have a relationship based on friendship, even if there wasn't love between you. Despite months of trying, you had never been able to create a significant relationship between you and Aegon. You don't remember what exhausted your patience. Scolding you for his sister Rhaenys? His contempt? Falling in love with him right before your eyes? Or Aegon beating you because of a lie Rhaenys told? After Aegon beat you, you ran to your room, battered and in tears. You stopped when you saw the balcony in the hallway. You were trying to run and jump from the balcony, but Visenya caught you. That night you found solace in Visenya's arms. You've decided to make big changes in your life. You were only speaking formally to Aegon. You didn't approach Aegon unless necessary. You were acting as if Aegon didn't exist anymore. You spent most of your time with Visenya or alone. Aegon immediately understood the change. Thanks to Aegon's urging, Rhaenys told you all the evil she had committed against you. She came to you and apologized because of Aegon. Aenda had sincerely apologized to you and asked for a second chance. However, the spiteful and disgusted looks he encountered told him all the poisonous words you didn't say. Aegon was trying hard to win you over again. He confronted you when he found out about your moon tea order. You told him to get his beloved wife pregnant. You said you would only carry the children of a man she would love after she got out of this damn marriage. Aegon couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in his life. At Visenya's request, you agreed to become pregnant with Aegon's baby. After all, the King needed heirs. Before Rhaenys, you gave birth to three Princes and a Princess. You had more children over the years. You had a total of nine children. You were a good mother to your children and a good Queen to the Kingdom. The Targaryen line continues through your blood. Aegon the Conqueror's efforts to regain your love have been the subject of stories and poems. For centuries, bards have sung about the ice queen before whom Targaryen the Conqueror knelt.

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello. Yandere husband Aegon the Conqueror ?

❝ 🔥 — lady l: I love Aegon and I feel that lacks content for him, so I'm doing my part. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and toxic relationships.

❝🔥pairing: yandere!aegon the conqueror x female!reader.

Even though Aegon already had two wives, he still chose to marry you. People often say he married Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, and you out of love. But what few knew was how much in love he was with you.

Aegon the Conqueror dedicated his love to you intensely and silently. Amid the challenges of the newly unified kingdom, your presence was his strength. There was no doubt who his favorite wife was.

Some said you were chosen as his third wife as a way to stake a greater claim on Westeros, still fragile after the Conquest. You were a good choice, you came from a good family and you had honor, which was enough for others, but Aegon was in love, he was obsessed.

He fell in love with you quickly, being enchanted by your manner, your personality and your beauty. There was something about you that attracted him and he knew he couldn't let you go. He wanted you to become his wife and so it was done.

Some expected reservations from his sister-wives, but there were none. Visenya and Rhaenys liked you and supported Aegon's choice. The preparations were made and you quickly married him, becoming his third wife, Queen and the one he loved most.

Life with Aegon brought joys and challenges. His obsession flourished even in difficult times, consolidating a unique partnership between you. The court commented on the happiness that emanated from the king when he was at your side, and the union between you strengthened the bonds of the kingdom.

He was a loving and dutiful husband, Aegon would always make sure that you were happy and satisfied and if there was something that bothered you, you should talk to him without hesitation. Your happiness was the priority for him.

Aegon pampers you without limits, bathing you in gold, jewels and silks, everything worthy of a Queen. Your whims and desires were met immediately. If you just wanted to eat cake for breakfast, for example, you would have cake every day.

Your husband always sought your advice, confident in the wisdom and vision you brought, your opinion was always considered the most important. The complicity between you was evident, and although it aroused envy in some, Aegon would not let them harm you.

You played a vital role as the king's advisor and confidant, contributing to the stability of the kingdom. Aegon, in turn, never failed to express his gratitude and admiration for the woman he chose as his Queen. He adored you completely, from head to toe and would make sure you knew that every night.

Most nights, Aegon spent by your side. He shared a room with you, unusual for Kings, but he wasn't just any King. He loved you more than anything and wanted you to know that. He loved sleeping cuddled with you, your legs tangled together and arms wrapped around you. Aegon feels at peace by your side.

The harmony between you, Visenya, and Rhaenys solidifies the strength of the Triple Crown. The three of you, the Three Queens, work together to overcome political and social challenges, uniting the kingdom under the symbol of the dragon. Your presence, as the beloved Queen, triggers a period of stability and prosperity.

Aegon is extremely overprotective and possessive over you and this only got worse after Rhaenys' death. He knows he would go crazy if something happened to you and he can't allow anything to happen. He's suffocating and will be breathing down your neck for as long as he can and will kill anyone if they cross you, if they cross him.

You are the only person who can truly control him and Aegon will be happy to let you do so. There is no doubt about who holds all the power over him. Aegon would do anything for you, he would kill everyone for you, slaughter anyone for you. Yours and yours alone.

Once Rhaenys died, Aegon's obsession only grew stronger, Visenya's as well. They lost someone important and not all the destruction caused is enough to make up for it, they couldn't lose you too. Aegon cannot lose you. May the gods forbid, but if something were to happen to you... The world will know the true fury of the dragon.

Your love with Aegon not only stood the tests of time but blossomed into a deep connection that inspired songs and legends. In the halls of the Red Keep, where the flames danced, it was clear that your union was more than political; it was a bond intertwined by the most darkest feelings. It was a shame the bards didn't know about his obsession.

Aegon loves you, he truly does, and although he may be consumed by jealousy and anger, he would never lay a finger on you. He respects you too much to humiliate you in such a way. After all, you are his wife and his Queen and his favorite.

[yanderes-galore]

A concept of Aegon I Targaryen if you can please????

Sure. Includes his wives as I see them all together. I struggled on this more than I thought.... Would like feedback, I kinda wanted to make this more yandere but wasn't sure how?

Yandere! Aegon I Targaryen Concept

(The Conqueror - FT. Rhaenys + Visenya)

Pairing: Romantic - Some Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Targcest (Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya), Polygamy, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Dubious relationship(s).

Aegon is considered the very start of the Targaryen dynasty to most people.

He is the king who conquered and united the seven kingdoms.

He and his wives are feared for controlling dragons.

Aegon is the rider of Balerion, Rhaenys is the rider of Meraxes, and Visenya is the rider of Vhagar.

Aegon wanted peace above all else, so after his wars he did whatever it took to maintain order.

Visenya is his stern warrior queen, while Rhaenys is kind and caring for her people.

Aegon himself did his best to appease his people, even respecting religions of all sorts of areas to keep them on his side.

I imagine if Aegon was fond of another besides his two wives, his wives would know.

Rhaenys would be a bit more accepting if she learned of her king's obsession.

Visenya would take longer to accept such a thought, but if it makes Aegon happy, she'll get along with you.

While his wives support you and care for you to varying degrees, Aegon is the one obsessed with you primarily.

Perhaps you are a noble, or maybe even a servant.

Or, as Targaryens are, another sibling he decided to take as his own.

Regardless of who you are, if the king becomes fond of you, you're one of the most protected people in the realms.

Why? The man has three dragons under his belt.

As these were some of the first domesticated dragons, they are huge.

Aegon's even known for parading Balerion while visiting the smallfolk.

Despite being intimidating, Aegon is no doubt one who wishes to please.

He has charisma when speaking with his people.

Visenya enforces his laws while Rhaenys helps maintain peace between families through marriages.

Aegon doesn't care if others look down on his companionship with you.

The faith already looks down on him for marrying not only two wives... but his sisters.

So if he took you as his own, he cares little for rumors.

You almost never leave his side.

Aegon doesn't keep you at King's Landing or Dragonstone, if he travels to one or the other, you will accompany him on top of Balerion.

Rhaenys and Visenya care for you because they see how Aegon acts around you.

Like the dragon blood that runs through him, he's possessive.

He married Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, but who knows why he wants you.

Married to him or not, he has darker motives with you.

Like a king should, he spoils you.

He dresses you in Targaryen garb and doesn't trust anyone but himself and his wives with you.

Sometimes he even gets Balerion used to your presence, the large black dragon staring down at you beside his rider.

Naturally, with all dragon riders, their dragons are attached to their rider's obsession.

Many tend to see you as Aegon's secret adoration, a pet he toys with when his wives are away on business.

In reality, his wives not only know how lovesick he is towards you, but support it.

Rhaenys suggests attire you should wear if Aegon ever decides to marry you.

Visenya warns you to behave for her king, giving you subtle threats in case you try to run.

Running is pointless.

You would never be able to get far on foot.

Even if you took a horse, you'd quickly have three dragons hunt down your smell for their riders.

If anyone tried to take you or harm you, Visenya is the one more likely to slaughter them for Aegon.

She'd feed her victims to Vhagar, or Balerion if her king wished.

While Aegon's main priority is peace, He knows bloodshed may be necessary.

In that case, he doesn't mind staining his blade in blood for you with Visenya.

Anything for you... as your king, he can give anything you want... as long as you don't leave him.

Aegon is careful to prevent such a thing, often showing you affection and showering you in gifts.

Contrast to the Fire and Blood he's caused, He's affectionate and caring in his touch.

His kisses are light, easing you into his adoration for you.

He loves his wives, but he also can't seem to part from you... his third desire.

You're already quite isolated during his obsession.

You are only ever allowed in King's Landing or Dragonstone.

During parties you must always be beside him and in sight.

No one else should think they have a chance with you.

In both King's Landing and Dragonstone you have a private chambers, well furnished with dragon decorations.

He wants his sons, Aenys and Maegor, to respect you as another parental figure in their life.

Aegon only seems to get worse when he hears of Rhaenys and Meraxes dying during one of his final wars.

He may even quickly spring a wedding onto you, making you officially his as some last ditch attempt to not lose you.

I imagine the death of Rhaenys affects him terribly.

Visenya almost pities you when she sees how Aegon clings to you.

He turns to you for mourning, kissing your skin and asking you to promise he'll never lose you.

It gets to the point he locks you away with him, hoping such a thing will prevent you from being harmed.

Physically, at least... mentally you feel very Isolated.

Even as his princes grow up, he encourages them to see you as family.

Who knows, perhaps even the princes are attached to you as a parental figure.

Towards the end of his life, Aegon never has you far from him.

Even in death you may still be affected by his obsession, Visenya now the one to encourage you to stay around.

Perhaps she's fond of you too... or maybe it's just for the two young princes now under her watch.

Aegon may be caring, charismatic, and kind with his beloved...

But like a true dragon, he's possessive and fierce when it comes to making you his...

Even after his death you'll always belong to the dragons.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Aegon The Conquerer Would Include:

When you date him as a yandere, it's like dating an obsessive psychopath with a violent streak. He'll become obsessed with you, and his violent tendencies will increase drastically. He'll be jealous and controlling, prone to jealousy and paranoia about you giving your attention to others, and he'll react to that with jealousy and rage. He'll be possessive and obsessive, wanting to monopolize your time and attention. He might even hurt himself or others as a result of this obsessive behavior.

He would not permit you to talk to anyone else, especially those of the opposite sex. He would force you to abandon your friends and family to focus solely on him. He would isolate you and make you dependent solely upon him, and he would become all that you have. He wouldn't harm you at first and if you behaved according to his strictures, he would be generous and loving.

He would be possessive, jealous, and controlling. He would demand absolute loyalty, and there would be no tolerance for disobedience. In order to prove your devotion to him, he would require that you perform acts of absolute devotion and submission, including, but not limited to, self-harm and other painful acts of sacrifice.

He'll make sure you behave appropriately. He will make sure you only do things he approves of. Everything down to how you dress and eat will be under his control. Your mind and body would be his and his alone.

He would manipulate you and control you using a mixture of emotional blackmail, flattery, and affection. He would become jealous if you ever spoke to anybody except him and become suspicious if you smiled at others even. You would not be allowed to go out except with him, and he would never leave you alone for a moment. You would become his plaything.

He would make you hate and mistrust everybody around you. He would become enraged if another man spoke to you and would make you believe that anybody who was not him would abuse you or treat you poorly. He would manipulate you into believing that you are worthless without him and that he is the only person who truly has your best interests at heart. He would make you dependent upon him for every decision you ever have to make so that he has the final say in any activity that you participate in.

He would make sure that your clothes are appropriate (and that means very little). He would ensure that your hair and makeup were to his liking. He would tell you when to sleep, what to say, and what to think. You would have no independence. He would make sure that you only had one purpose - to serve him.

He would use both his position and his physical strength to ensure that you had no other prospects except him. He would use you as a status symbol to his friends, and you would be treated as royalty around them. He would take you to exotic places so as to make you feel truly special. But at home, he would be cold, and you would constantly be terrified that your slightest transgression would anger him to the point that he would have to punish you.

He would become jealous whenever you spoke to others, and jealous if you laughed without him. He would accuse you of liking the person you speak with more than him, of wanting to escape with them, or of thinking about leaving him for them. He would become angry at these perceived betrayals, and punish you for them by ignoring and not loving you.

He would offer plenty of affection provided that you followed his rules and did as you were instructed, but if you broke his rules he would withdraw his affection and make it clear to you that it was because you weren't obeying me. My affection would be a reward for good behavior, and I would use it as a tool to control you by withdrawing or adding it as I saw fit. I would not show affection publicly, so we would be a very private, secret couple.

Since he would not trust anybody else to be alone with you, all dates would have to be supervised by himself. He wouldn't like public appearances or places like restaurants or bars, so you would likely have many dates in his rooms, alone, so you would be more intimate and more comfortable. If you behaved well, he would reward you with intimacy, and this would be a constant incentive for good behavior and obedience.

You would be showered with gifts, especially jewelry, the most precious of which would serve as a constant reminder of your need for obedience. You would receive clothes that he had personally chosen for you, so you would only wear those outfits he has deemed acceptable for his perfect plaything.

Of course, many people have objected to your relationship and to his behavior towards you. They believe that you deserve better and that they could make you happier. They have come to him and suggested that he treat you better, and they have advised him to be more gentle and gentle. But he knows what is best for you, so he ignores them.

Marriage would have to come quickly for you so he could cement his position and claim you permanently as his. As a husband, he would not be as restrictive or as much of a tyrant, as he was as a Yandere boyfriend. He would give you some freedom if you were married, but only if your behavior indicated that you were no longer interested in anyone else. He would still want you both to be secluded and secretive.

Having children with you would be essential because it would ensure that you would never leave him. A child would tie you together for life, and you would have a greater obligation towards him. Although he wants your relationship to be a secret, he would want you to be acknowledged as parents so that he would have a claim over you and the child. No other man would be allowed to claim to be the father, and you would be restricted from going out with or being around any other man.

In the case of your being barren or using moon tea, he would have to become paranoid, suspecting you of seeing another man. Even if he believed you were telling the truth, he would still be enraged and suspicious that you were trying to cover up affairs by claiming that you were using moon tea. He would never accept someone who could not bear his children. Such a person would be of no use to him. But he would become obsessed with ensuring that you could not see other men, nor them you. If you were barren or could not have children, he would have to become a bigger tyrant. He would need to ensure that your body was not used by another.

His sister-wife Visenya has no time for the emotions that he displays. She is cold and practical. However, his sister-wife Rhaenys would feel a sense of pity for you. She would be concerned that he was being possessive and controlling towards you. But he does not always pay attention to her concerns. It is his duty to possess his partners and not allow anybody to take you from him.

He would shower you with plenty of affection if you pleased him and obeyed him. If you behaved well and obeyed the rules he set for you, he would kiss and hug you, shower you with gifts, and praise your performance. If you disobeyed him, however, he would become withdrawn and cold, refusing to show any affection to you and punishing you until you corrected your bad behavior. He would also withhold affection if he believed that you were straying and did not obey him, and this withholding of affection would be a tool for control.

He would want you to know that he would never leave you, that despite his controlling behavior, it is because he loves you. He would want you to know that he believes that his actions are because of his affection for you, that it is because he loved you that he wishes to keep you safe and secure by his side.

He would make sure that you were always available at his beck and call. You would be required to wear only those clothes that he approves of. You would have to be wherever he tells you, either physically or by phone or email, and you would spend all of your time with him. You would not be allowed to be out of his sight for even a moment except when he permits you to leave the house. You would have to be dependent upon him for your entire existence.

He enjoys being in control and enjoy being treated as a superior being. He enjoys being admired and worshipped by others. He enjoys being the center of attention.

His favorite kink is control. He likes to exert total control over you. He also likes being possessive and jealous and making his love interest jealous and suspicious whenever you leave the house without him.

As a traditional Targaryen, you would be expected to submit unconditionally to his authority. He would require your unconditional, absolute obedience and would expect that you would serve him with complete devotion in all ways. He would also be dominant in the bedroom, exercising strict control over all aspects of your love life. He would expect you to be constantly available for sex.

His favorite kinks include being in control of you, being dominating in bed, having rough sex, taking control of his partner in various other areas, and ensuring that you are compliant in every way. He also enjoys playing power games with you and being dominant in all matters both inside and outside the bedroom.

Other kinks that he enjoys include voyeurism, dirty talking, and teasing. In general, he likes to take the lead during intimate moments, and he's not a fan of being passive or submissive. When it comes to power exchange, he enjoys being the one only in control.

[venus-maneater]

mmm rn I’m in the middle of writing some yan! conqueror content if y’all remember this post.👀 I’m expanding on the aegon putting his crown on you idea bc I have brainrot rn 🫠😩

[ladyempty]

Yandere Maegor, Daemon and Aegon I reaction to Reader running away and marrying someone else and having children?? Please 😭😭

° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. | ° | English is not my first language. |

Aegon I

Aegon Targaryen I is the definition of a conqueror, courageous, intelligent and ambitious, with a friendly and captivating personality, easily lovable and admirable, but with few close friends. A certain air of enigma surrounded his figure, making people try to unravel him, attracted like moths by his light of monarchical dignity.

The king was comfortable and accustomed to sycophants, women dragging themselves for crumbs, or simply a single night in his bed. He was unfamiliar with something denied to him. He had "conqueror" in his name for a reason that went far beyond the submission of the other lords.

So it came as a complete shock when he was so bluntly denied when he approached you at one of the numerous banquets hosted by the royal family. At first, Aegon couldn't even process it, the features remained the same with a gentle smile and analyzing eyes and no words uttered. Like a person who was suddenly punched and in the first few seconds didn't understand or simply didn't know how to react. He just narrowed his purple eyes and watched you leave in an elegant bow.

The first time he was seriously denied, you hadn't done it to pique his interest, but rather to preserve your own honor, not wanting to be just another king's case knowing that he would return to Rhaenys at the end of the day. He admired this. If his plans were to push him away, you were not successful, you only made a dangerous obsession settle in your being.

He began to pursue you subtly, with gallant and courteous gestures, he urgently wanted to erase the first impression you had of him. Forcing the Targaryen to reveal his personality beyond the superficial, rambling for countless hours about some common interest and constantly summoning his presence, whether to read to him while I work or simply enjoy his warm presence.

And when his barriers were still not lowered, the king had to resort to more drastic measures, asking for her hand in marriage and making it clear that he would not accept being denied.

You would be softer when you were a wife and had duties towards him. The conqueror thought wrongly. Never in a thousand lifetimes did he expect you to run away. As soon as he found out, Aegon simply went crazy, the image made up of himself falling down the moment he threatened to destroy the entire seven kingdoms again if he didn't get you back.

Stone by stone, leaf by leaf. Everything was meticulously investigated by the countless guards spreading even through the most forgotten places by the gods. The Targaryen king became somewhat paranoid and easily irritated by his disappearance, not even Rhaenys could calm him down or change his mind. It was two years of pure torment.

Ah... When he finally found you in a small house in pentos... Married and obviously pregnant... It was like the world was open beneath your feet again. A loving feeling of betrayal. How dare you? Did you think that pathetic man could love you more than him?! How stupid.

He coldly killed her husband and none of her tears and pleas could change his mind. His heart was partially darkened by his betrayal. He won't forget anytime soon, you'll have to regain his trust to have the slightest amount of freedom. Countless guards will follow you closely, if you are even allowed to leave your quarters.

And your son? Don't worry, Aegon will assume paternity of the child even if it comes with rumors about having deflowered you before the wedding. It didn't matter. He just wouldn't let you mother a bastard or have that other man as a part of your life. Aenys was his heir anyway.

Maegor, The Cruel

You were certainly a very unlucky person to have caught the attention of the Targaryen king who was called cruel. You probably met at an event organized by him to celebrate one of his conquests, reaffirming his power and sovereignty as king, or you were one of his wives' ladies-in-waiting.

Whether you were from a big house, small house or even a commoner. It didn't matter. You were his the moment the king laid eyes on your enchanting figure.

Maegor was a man of few feelings, he didn't truly love any of his wives, it was lust mixed with the rational thought of creating heirs. But you were different, there was something special that made Maegor feel a bubbling sensation in his chest, a pleasant and addictive warmth like he had never felt before. It was something unfamiliar, one that he felt slightly hesitant to demonstrate or how to handle. But he just knew he wanted you and he would have you. At any cost.

Maegor was far from the definition of courteous, he knew little about the gallant arts or gentle love. Therefore, he had little knowledge about the courtship, the little he knew was from his mother's advice, who only knew about these things from the poets who surrounded Rhaenys.

Either way, he is not discreet. He doesn't even make an effort to appear less intimidating than he is. His eyes are fixed on you no matter the moment, his intimidating and darkening presence looming over you like a shadow. Once he even gave him a white fur coat, an animal he himself killed. It was his way of showing his interest. Something raw and rustic, without words, just proves to be worthy of you.

Either way, he wouldn't wait long. The moment he gets tired of waiting and the itch that grows in him is not relieved, he will attack. Demanding her hand in marriage from her, leaving no room for disagreement. He didn't expect you to run away in the middle of the night... Stupid little bird. Did you think he wouldn't come after you?

The man flew into a rage the moment he found out, destroying everything and everyone in his path, no matter if they were his wives, servants or important masters. Everyone should pay for his blinding rage. He turned the seven kingdoms into hell looking for you. A thick layer of blood, smoke, ash and corpse covering every corner of the kingdom.

And when he found you... Ah, dumb little bird, did he think he could hide for another year? Never.

He killed her husband the moment he saw the man, not even bothering to give him a painful death to pay for his crimes. He was as furious as a bull at the sight of any trace of red. He never thought about seriously hurting you, but he would have to punish you in a certain way to put you in your place. But his angry thoughts strayed the moment he caught sight of her swollen belly with a child.

A baby, that could and should be his. It was someone else's... It was an unforgivable betrayal. He could never fully forgive you. He would never forget or leave you alone for even a second.

He wouldn't kill the child, he would keep you away until you gave birth and then pretend that the child belonged to his lady-in-waiting, even if it was his child behind closed doors. It was a good way to keep tabs on you. Do you love your child? So better obey, you don't want something bad to happen, right?

Do not worry, dear. If you want to be a mother and wife so much, who would Maegor be to deny you that? You would be two things very soon.

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon was never a man to love madly, he fell in love a few times. He rolled from bed to bed without a fixed commitment, just looking for momentary fun and vague pleasures. He indulged in his desires without shame. Bad luck for you to have been so captivating. He was hooked on you the moment their eyes met his.

Any slight affection he ever had for other women and men was forgotten. For you he felt love. Real love that went beyond lust. After all, he had never touched you intimately and he already had such overwhelming feelings.What was it if not love? You were his only thought.The first thought when waking up and the last when going to bed.

And Daemon had no intention of hiding his affection. His hands constantly find their way to your shoulders or start from your waist, a touch that lingers on a simple handshake and a look so intense that it would make anyone else tremble in fear.

As expected, rumors were created questioning his honor and how terrible the prince was. When his father went to confront him, Daemon just smiled mischievously and just said he would marry you. To everyone's great surprise, after all, the Targaryen had demonstrated his unhappiness during his first marriage.

But you weren't like that woman uglier than a sheep. You were perfect in every aspect and in the very definition of the word. Something to be admired every day.

It was a strong, stunning blow when you disappeared during the night, your maids only finding cold, wrinkled sheets when they went to wake you up that morning.

Where in the seven hell were you? He would find you... You couldn't run away.

He destroyed, killed, tortured and threatened. He spent days flying with Caraxes to every corner of the seven kingdoms just to find you. Unsuccessfully. A long year without having your favorite addiction... You.

He drowned himself in e wine while you were gone, nursing a bubbling rage and constantly exploding at everyone, scaring even Viserys, who thought he had seen the worst side of his brother.

But nothing lasts forever. He found you. He invaded your home in Essos without hesitation. He didn't kill your husband at first because his stunned mind simply refused to understand that you had betrayed him in such a disgusting way.

But the moment she saw the little newborn baby in her arms. He understood everything.The black sister ran through her pathetic husband without mercy, blood spatter staining his robes in small crimson droplets.The cold, darkened eyes like never before were directed at you.

For a moment you feared for the baby's life, placing the small bundle against your chest to protect it.

"Don't worry, I would never hurt our son." He smiles as he says each word slowly. He would legitimize that child as his and didn't care what he would say. A good way to keep you behaved and not tarnish his bloodline with bastards. Obviously he would love his own children more with you, but he wouldn't show it so openly. You're lucky the child looks so much like you…

[hana-no-seiiki]

My first writing commission! This will be a multipart series for HOTD. Featuring yanderes, political warfare and overall mayhem. And perhaps?? some time traveling??

Thank you @dawntheday for commissioning this project.

// tw/cw: reader is not a targaryen. canon based violence, incest, sexism, the usual. canon divergences. reader is gender neutral but is described as ethereal. reader gets pimped out (implicit/short descriptions). seggs/light smut. basically a lot of disgusting shit happens.

AND THEN, THERE WAS YOU [PROLOGUE]

Childbirth was one of the most traumatic, painful and bloody experiences known to man. The sheer agony of a child being ripped out of your womb, kicking and screaming. And yet, so many deemed it miraculous event. All joy, love and positivity.

It was horrific to even witness.

But the Gods wouldn’t be satisfied for you to be a bystander. No. You would find out that childbirth was worse when you were the one being born.

Sentience was a curse. One forced upon you since the beginning. You could feel the push of your mother’s walls, constricting you, flattening you, forcing you out into the world. Her screams, your cries, and the panicking voices of the midwives as you finally, finally made it out were all too much. The blood all too much.

You never really forget that experience even as you grew older. Features of your youth melted away to reveal ethereal beauty. One that commanded worship and awe.

That was another thing the Gods made you have to torture you. Droves and droves of sick and twisted people at your doorstep as your birth parents watched in delight, their coffers filled to the brim with gold.

But perhaps it wasn’t always a curse. Your beauty, I mean. Now that you’ve stolen much of their earnings and escaped to another continent.

Westeros.

A journey by sea it took. For you to crawl your way into the newly conquered lands. Bloodied and battered from the journey. Exhausted yet eager to renew yourself in the new lands your feet would walk upon.

Your first ever job was at a Brothel. Taking in clients like the way your parents did to you not so long ago, but of your own accord.

That was where you met Aegon Targaryen. Aegon the Conqueror. Loud, proud, and scrotum heavy. You’ve heard of the classic old tale where the men of his family would visit this place to sow their oats. Bastards upon bastards littered the place. You knew that one of these days, you would be bear his spunk and parade it around like many others. Your ego ached for it even. To conquer the conquerer. To bear a dragon’s seed.

Little did you know, the dragon already knew you.

“I dreamt of you.” He said as he ravished you, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize. You certainly hadn’t seen in your family’s nor have your old clients. “Like I dream of the walkers. Of an apocalypse to come.”

You’ve heard of his rough and relentless way in the sack. How your fellow workers complained of the way they were treated, how they couldn’t walk any further than two feet after he was done with them. The man did not view them as anything more than objects after all. Something to toss aside when he was done.

But if anything, he’d been the most attached and sappiest man you’ve ever had the fortune of bedding. Disgustingly so.

“You. You are the calm amongst those nightmares.“ He was gentle, loving. Nothing like Aegon the Conqueror that you’ve heard of. Nothing like the Aegon the Conqueror that you wanted.

As soon as he fell asleep, you went and disappeared.

It is not long before he calls upon you. Again and again, murmuring about dreams and winter. You’ve even met his wives. All so eager to meet you. All so kind and benevolent. All so unlike the expectations you’ve set in your mind and heart. Expectations you were willing to brave through. Somehow, drama and your potential death was better than the constricting vice they held over you. Memories flashed through your head. Of your mother, of your birth. Of blood and viscera.

You try to leave but are sent back to Aegon’s chambers in an instant.

“You may leave. You may run. But nothing will stop you from finding your way back to the Dragon’s nest. Fate wills it so.” He said, but all you heard was a challenge.

“You’ll find that I’m quite stubborn regardless.”

You quickly find out that Aegon knew your movements from his dreams. Each plan of yours to escape had been foiled before it had happened.

And so you stopped, you let him and his wives coddle and fuck you when they wanted.

Years later, an opportunity presents itself. A cliff overlooking the ocean. So vast and wide. Yet to be taken and shackled by the man who took your freedom away.

You do not hesitate. Not for one moment.

“Come.”

You jump. You bet that Aegon did not foresee that coming considering he was too shocked to catch you. Your death would be swift you suppose. At least it wouldn’t be as arduous as repeating the same day over and over again.

Your eyes fluttered open, a meeting between [e/c] and purple. You grimaced as you see her platinum blonde hair and luxurious outdoor clothing. Blood across her face and a knife in her hand.

It can’t be . . .

Tears fall down your cheeks. Your broken cries echo through the woods.

a/n: future chapters will be longer because hotd is hotd.

[thesongoficeandfir3]

Dark!Aegon i x reader

A/n: 18+ ONLY! reader is a Baratheon but race is NOT mentioned however the reader does have the features of a Baratheon (blue eyes and black hair), reader is female with female anatomy

Warnings: SMUT, DC, power imbalance, age gap (reader is of age), innocence kink? Lmk if I missed any

Would rate 🖤 out of three on dark scale

Would rate 🌶️🌶️ out of five on smut scale

This is my first time writhing smut so sorry if it’s shit 🙃

Might do a dark Maegor or Young Tywin next

- Aegon had always prided himself as being a good man or more so a good man if compared to the many of the corrupt men in Westeros

- He would believe he did not have any darkness in him however, this resolve started to crumble when he met you.

- You were married to one of your father’s vassal houses and had a son however, your husband died fighting one of the many battles in attempt to take over Dorne, and due to the laws your son was sent to live with his paternal family thus leaving you alone once again like before getting married.

- You were still young and fertile and it was not uncommon for a highborn widow to be married again, thus why Orys decided to bring you to the capital where he spent so much time being the king’s hand. The capital always had highborns coming in and out so it was a possibility one of them may be your new husband

- When Aegon first saw you, he immediately was enticed by your beauty. Your hair as dark as the soils of Highgarden flowing down your back, sitting atop your head your mother’s sapphire diadem brought even more attention to your blue eyes, and the gold and black gown you wore clinging to your body beautifully

- He burned the image into his brain the way you nervously dipped your head down when meeting him, your blue eyes scanning his face desperate for his approval. It was almost comical to him how opposite you were to Orys, who was the embodiment of your house sigil as large and intimidating as a stag whereas you looked more like a fawn about to be slaughtered by its prey but he found it amusing none the less

- You would be in KL for many weeks but his obsession would be nothing more than a small flame, simply just admiring you from afar, but the small flame would turn into a roaring blaze when he saw you taking care of his son Aenys.

- You often found yourself alone and bored in the Redkeep since you hardly knew anyone there, so to keep you occupied your father arranged for you to take care of Aenys who was only a babe. You did miss taking care of your son who was now with his father’s family, so it was a sweet reminder

- One day after a stressful meeting Aegon was headed to his chambers for a much needed bath when he passed you in the gardens rocking and singing to a giggling Aenys, all the anger and stress vanished in an instant and calmness washed over him. It had been so long since he felt that way almost forgetting the feeling. That day he also felt a switch within him and a strong desire to keep seeing you like that

- He couldn’t help but use the same power he prided himself not abusing to abuse it to keep seeing you do that. He ordered that you become the sole caretaker and wet nurse to Aenys, making claims that the babe was so much calmer in your presence. You were so blinded by the fact that you missed your own son to see how odd his decision was

- Aegon was swift and discrete in chasing away any potential suitors who looked your way, also giving your father, his hand, more work than usual in attempt for him not to notice how much time the king spent with his daughter

- Convincing you to put Aeny’s crib in your room claiming it would be easier for you to take care of him, but it was more for him being able to walk into your chambers whenever he wishes and he could easily hide his reasoning just wanting to see his son

- When you start to feed Aenys, Aegon would often be nearby, watching with a mixture of peace and lust within him. The peaceful feeling coming from the knowledge that you are providing life-sustaining nourishment for his heir and the lustful feeling coming from what if you continued being the one to nurture and further his bloodline

- He would continue to stare when you place the babe down, your chest momentarily still exposed as you prioritize making Aenys comfortable first before fixing yourself. He would start to daydreaming what it would be like for you to be under him bare like that as his seed dripped from you after he’d taken you

- Things were going well for him soon enough suitors stopped talking with your father about potential proposals and you were always so obedient at his side without protest or rather you didn’t think you were allowed to.

- Panic starts to rise in Aegon when one day while having a drink, Orys mentions he wants to take you back to Storm’s End since he can’t find a match for you here, whereas in Storm’s End there was already possibility of three lords.

- That night Aegon summoned you to his chamber during the hour of the wolf you were about to grab his son thinking Aegon wanted to see him as that was always the case, but but the maid who called for you stopped you and said he only wanted to see you. You were extremely confused but obeyed the king’s command not having the slightest clue what was to happen.

NSFW below 18+ ONLY

You let out a strained gasp and whimper as Aegon’s body was pressed on top of you thrusting himself into you without warning. He squeezes his eyes shut at the way your walls immediately tighten around him making his brain turn into mush. He tries desperately to regain control of his spinning mind, burying his face into your neck and mumbling out calming words and hushes in a poor attempt to calm you as well as regain control of himself.

His body shakes as he tries his best not to thrust himself into you again for he knew if he did he’ll be finished before you two even get anywhere. You then hear him mumbling something over and over again in what you assumed was his mother tongue. Fortunately for you his temporary lack of movement allowed you to get used to his size but you still couldn’t help the soft whimper that slip past your lips.

His platinum blond hair already slick with sweat sticking to his forehead and pressing against your jaw.

He then slightly raised his head, his dark violet eyes scanning your features devouring you with just one look that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. It didn’t help when he moves a hand to caress your cheek, the feeling of it was callous due to the years of wielding blackfyre.

“Are you ready to please your king?” He says through a husky voice.

“Y-yes” you squeak out, surprising yourself with how high an octave your voice went.

With the conformation he doesn’t hesitate to begin rocking himself into immediately finding a rhythm. His movements fast yet calculated, as he was with most things in his life.

You nearly choked on your spit as your body involuntarily sucked in sharply the feeling of ecstasy being new to you. The few times you did lay with your now deceased husband was uncomfortable and quick as he valued his own pleasure over your own. Mewls and incoherent words start to slip past your lips. Embarrassed by this you slap your mouth shut with your hands but Aegon is quick to stop that.

Using one hands to keep himself propped up, he uses the other to restrain your arms above your head. He then rest his forhead on yours, his breathing coming out in pants as he continues his movements.

“You look so beautiful taking care of my sweet boy” he says between strained grunts “he needs a mother badly, he needs you to be the mother he lost” he says almost desperately his pace picking up

You hardly registered his words your back arches aching to meet his increased paced all you could get out was a ‘yes my king’ through a broken moan

Aegon can feel himself getting closer and buried his face back to your neck the sound of his grunts increasing.

“No, call me by my name.” He manages to say through them.

“Aegon” you say almost uncertain and soft, the word being foreign to you as you’ve gotten too used to calling him my king or your highness.

The volume dissatisfied him so he moves the hand that was restraining you bringing it down to your bud rubbing against it in a circular motion with his fingers to cause more friction along with his slamming hips.

“You will call me by my name when we are like this… You will scream it while I take you as mine” he says it like a command his tone booming with authority, a sharp reminder you were truly being taken by the king.

At the sudden added friction his name leave your lips faster than you can think it in a loud and desperate moan followed by curses no highborn lady should ever repeat. Yourself a few hours ago before you were summoned to the king’s chambers would be shocked that you had it in yourself to say that.

He lets out a hiss as he forces himself out of you, getting off the bed to stand at the edge of it before grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge. You were still lying on your back as Aegon stood, preparing to position himself between your legs once more. First taking just a moment to admire you.

You didn’t have the slightest idea how badly Aegon wanted you below him as he pumped you full of himself, how during all those months how he’d dream about every part of you, how his need for you nearly went out of control when he saw you feeding his son motherhood looked so natural on you.

Aegon the cocky bastard knew you would be his eventually he was a conqueror after all, but his first plan was longer and would take time. It was foiled however when one drunk night with Orys, the man said he was going to take you back to Storm’s End as he couldn’t find a single match for you but already found three at your ancestral home.

The conqueror panicked and for the first time he had acted out irrationally. He wished your first time would be at your wedding you wrapped around the black and red cloaks of house Targaryen, a roaring sign of his success.

He is brought back to reality when he feels you arch your back causing your entrance to meet his tip, a moan escaping from the both of you. He grips your hips slamming back into you , his movements a lot more rougher and deeper with the new found stability.

“You should be honored Lady Baratheon, soon enough you will be carrying the seed of the conqueror and bear me many dragons” the headboard slams against the stonewall the loud slams almost challenges the screams of your pleasure and the begging of his name “you will be the queen” his thrust deeper than the last “you will be my queen.”

It doesn’t take long for you both to reach climax, his seed felt warm as it shot inside of you making you shudder. He desperately wanted to stay there but his body jerked and shook to his avail forcing him out.

As you come down from your high realization finally starts to settle in at what you just had done. A widowed woman of your position lying with a man who was not her husband. To fuel to the fire a married man, a married man who was the king. If word got out you would put great shame and mockery upon not only yourself but your house, the house your innocent father had worked so hard to claim.

Aegon senses the shift in your expression and when you try to get up he pushes you back to the soft bed.

“I’m sorry Aeg—, my king but-“ you try to speak out but Aegon silenced you.

“Shhh it’s ok” he mumbles out climbing back on top of you, his limp member rubbing against your sore entrance blood immediately rushing to it causing it to be hard again. “I’ll deal with Orys he’s a prideful man anyways all he’ll see is his blood on the throne so just relax for now” he says completely drunk on lust he’s not even sure of what he’s saying and his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated all he knew was that he needed to feel that over and over again.

[amaea-jewels]

THE CONQUERORS | LEVERAGE

—— summary: In a world where soulmates exist. Your fate has been sealed to the dragons who burned down your home.

—— genre: Dark!au, soulmate au, yandere

—— warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, some very light angst, smut

—— pairing: Aegon Targaryen I x female!reader, Visenya Targaryen x female!reader, Rhaenys Targaryen x female!reader

—— word count: 5k

*no beta we die like bruce wayne's parents * first-time writing, english is not my first language

Never before had you experienced such overwhelming terror. You were a collected person by nature, content with allowing chaos to unfold for others, more so even when you had a hand in creating the chaos. Yet, tonight, it appeared that the karma of all of those nights of "fun" had finally caught up to you.

You found yourself being dragged by two strangers, being forcibly led toward the direction of one of the larger tents positioned at the farthest edge of the camp. You had known you were fucked from the moment your eyes had first locked with violet ones. You had felt the bond snap in place. Those violet eyes, the ones that had burned ypur home to ashes, now held you captive. Your life was now entwined with those haunting eyes that had taken your family from you.

You briefly entertained the idea of ending your life. The tent that they were leading you to was situated relatively close to a cliff. Though you were unsure whether the height would prove itself to be fatal, you felt more than ready to take the risk.

Choosing to end your life would be much more honourable than warming the bed of those who had caused your family's demise.

Newly formed soulbonds were meant to be consummated, and you were well aware that the longer time you spent with them, the more inevitable it would become. You knew that it was only a matter of time.

Ending your own life would save you from that fate.

The thought quickly leaves your mind, as you finally arrive at your destination. A sense of relief washes over you upon seeing that the tent is empty. However, that relief swiftly fades away as you are pulled toward the large bed situated in the room's centre. Your arms are tightly bound by sturdy metal chains, anchoring you to the master bed. You sigh, leaning your head against one of the pillows, attempting to find some rest.

The next several hours pass like a blur.

New guards take the place of the former standing right outside the tent. One usually remains on guard while the other leaves — you're not sure why. The idea of you actually being able to escape or cause any kind of damage is laughable at the very least. How would you be able to run whilst tied to a bed with metal chains?

You know it's late when one of them finally shows up — the darkness that fills the room is more than enough of an indication — it's the older one you realise after a few moments of watching her. Her hair was beautifully braided into intricate patterns. She was beautiful but there was an air of darkness that seemed to cling to her. She swiftly took off her ringmail, not even sparing you a glance, as she started undressing.

You did your best to avert your gaze, as she undressed herself fully. She turned toward you, recognising your presence for the first time since entering the tent.

She sauntered toward you. Her cold harsh unforgivable violet eyes digging into you. You're keenly aware of the fact that she's still not wearing anything, as you keep your gaze toward the side. Attempting to hide yourself from her.

She seizes hold of your jaw, redirecting your gaze toward her, eliminating any possibility of evading her. With a firm touch, she runs a finger across your face. The bond hummed at her actions.

"So you're the one."

Eyes still cold as she studies you carefully. Her hand which was previously caressing your cheek, start travelling down south. Stopping briefly at your throat, giving it a light squeeze before moving on, her hand stops when it reaches down to your waist.

She presses her naked body closer to you, keeping the eye contact as she dares you to do something. An amused smirk crept onto her face, at your obvious discomfort. The both of you stay there for a few minutes. Neither speaking, as she continues to study you with those violet eyes of hers.

Simultaneously, she seizes both of your hands, releasing her grip on your jaw and waist. She brings both your hands up to cup her breasts, as she brings herself closer to you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly up against one another. She slowly starts grinding herself against you. Disregarding you completely.

You start thrashing against her desperately attempting to move your hands away from her body. Suddenly, her grip on your hand loosens, and one of her hands swiftly flies up to encircle your throat, exerting firm pressure to keep you in place. You look up to study her facial expression, to see every ounce of amusement had disappeared, instead replaced by a serious demeanour. She leans in intimately, bringing her face close to your ear.

"You fight so viciously, just like your family. What a shame that couldn't save them from their fate," she speaks venomously, "but there's still some of them left, aren't there?"

She looks down at your horrified expression. A smile starting to bloom across her face.

"Your nephew, what was his name now? Was it Flammin? Fliden? No, it is Florian, is it not? Such a sweet young boy. Just passed his fifth naming day hasn't he?" she taunted a wicked smile still present on her lips, "it would be such a shame if his life was to be cut short now, wouldn't it?"

Tears welled up silently in your eyes as the weight of her words began to settle in. Florian, a young boy, was the sole family you had. His mother had succumbed to childbirth, and his father had fallen victim to those ruthless monsters. Florian had always been a frail and sickly boy. Without proper attention, he wouldn't survive even a fortnight. You had dedicated countless nights to his care since his birth, nurturing him in the absence of your older brother. Who always had matters of the court to attend to.

You felt guilt prickle away at your chest. You had completely forgotten about him. In your defense, you hadn't even been sure he survived. Most had suffered the cruel fate of being burned alive by dragon fire. But surely if Queen Visenya knew of his existence, that must've meant he was still alive?

You didn't answer. There was nothing to be said. She had won. And you could tell she knew that too from the smirk that was covering her face. Slowly her hand started slipping down your body again. Coming to a halt when she neared your breast. Keeping the eye contact, she started palming them. Realishing in seeing you melt. As the bond started to hum even stronger.

"Visenya" a female voice called from behind, halting Visenya’s movement, "playing your games again, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you refer to," she snapped, keeping her back turned toward the woman, "I was simply familiarizing myself with our bonded."

The woman standing behind Visenya was beautiful. With silver hair that swayed openly down her back. It took you a moment, to recall her name; Rhaenys. The youngest of the three conquerors.

You continued to stare at her shamelessly. She was beautiful, both of them were. You absently noted, that her violet eyes were lighter than that of Visenya, there was also a sense of playfulness in them. You presumed that made sense, from the rumours you had heard, Rhaenys was supposed to be the more kindhearted and playful of the three.

Rhaenys' eyes flicked down briefly to meet yours. You were met with a comforting smile, as her eyes flickered up to meet her the older again.

Her lips parted, and unfamiliar words flew from her mouth, a language entirely unknown to your ears. Amidst the unfamiliar words, you faintly understood the mention of the name "Aegon."

Aegon. You're body subconsciously shivered at the mention of his name. It had been him who had discovered you. After the burning of your home, the survivors had been brought before their new king. They were to bow and hail him for his mercy. It was at that moment when your eyes had locked with his, you both knew.

Words had not been exchanged. He had simply walked through the crowd and grabbed a hold of your wrist where your mark was located. With one simple glance at the three-headed dragon symbol marked into your skin, there had been no point in denying it. King Aegon had motioned for his men to take you, as you stood frozen to your spot. He started barking orders for his men to follow, but you could barely make out any word he was saying. Head still reeling from the revelation.

You could feel the irritation radiating off of Visenya as she completely let go of you. The two continued to speak in a foreign language, as Visenya dressed herself once more. The two seemed to be on the verge of arguing before they both left, leaving you alone once again.

You lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully until the gentle touch of an unfamiliar hand caressing you, caused you to startle awake. Your eyes were still drowsy with sleep, and it took you a minute to fully recognise the person sitting in front of you.

"Aegon," you whispered in shock.

You had only just spoken the words when you jerked away harshly, your body moving on its own accord. You were unaware of when you had fallen asleep last night. You must've drifted off the sleep while lost in your own thoughts.

"Hello," he greeted warmly, edging closer up the bed toward you. You didn't answer. To dazed by sleep to fully comprehend what was going on.

"You must be cold," he tried again. You could feel he was attempting to start up a conversation and unlike Visenya, you had an irking feeling he would want you to respond.

"I'm fine," you responded meekly.

He hummed, seemingly not convinced. He inched himself nearer toward you, aligning his thigh with your reclined figure, the pressure causing the bond to hum. Encouraging you to move closer toward your bonded. You relented. Despite whatever desire that remained inside of you to give in to the bond, and allow for them to do whatever he wished to you. You could not forget the screams of your people as the dragon fire consumed them. How could you ever forget? When their screams would haunt you to the night you die.

“I apologize for Visenya’s behaviour. She can be very . . . . forward to say the least.”

You nodded, accepting his terrible apology and excuse, so you could move on to what was important.

You sat yourself straight up. “My nephew, is he well?”

“He is well,” Aegon confirmed. His finger returned to your face once more, as he started trailing your features. “I can assure you no harm shall come to your nephew, as long you as you remain with us.”

While his words were meant to be comforting. The underlying threat was not lost on you. The message was clear: attempt to run and your nephew would suffer the price for your foolishness. Instead of arguing with the man who held your nephew’s life in his hands, you opted to change the conversation.

“What time is it?”

His reply came instantly. “Late at night. By now most, if not all, have retired to their tents.” His finger continued trailing over your features, now reaching your lips. He applied firm pressure, eyes keen on your every expression, as he moved on to fiddling with your hair.

“Where are your wives then?” You had not meant for the words to escape as bitterly as they did. But at the very thought of Visenya and her complete disregard for your discomfort and family. You couldn’t help the root of anger that was settling over your heart at the mention of her.

“In their tents, resting for the night.” If he had heard the bitterness in your tone then he was certainly ignoring it. He kept a comforting smile on his lips. You furrowed your brows at his answer. Should the Queens not be on the side of the King? While it wasn’t fully uncommon for spouses to have separate rooms, you would’ve assumed bonded like them would remain together.

He seemed to be able to tell your confusion for a moment had not passed before he started explaining himself. “My sisters enjoy having their own separate beds. I fear they would argue far too much about the other stealing all their space. Though I suppose that may perhaps change with your arrival.”

Sisters. They were siblings. Right, you had completely forgotten. The Valyrian custom you had heard so much about. It had completely escaped your mind that all three conquerors were of the same blood and of the same father. Disgust crept its way through you at that revelation.

“Should you not be sleeping?” You quickly said after realising that you had spent far too much time pondering about the strange Valyrian custom. “I much rather spend my time with you,” he replied smoothly. Eyes flickering up to meet yours again.

“And how fun that must be, staring at me sleeping.” You bit back, before realising you had spoken back to the King. “It is indeed,” he replied back rather amused, “especially with my name rolling off your mouth whilst you slept.”

Heat begin to prickle at your skin at his words. Surely you did not?

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks.

You're aware that he’s only asking because he already knows the answer. And despite you not remembering the dream, you're also keenly aware of the sheet of sweat that covers you and the way your undergarments seem to cling to you. You internally curse yourself. You recognise it to be a symptom of not having the bond consummated immediately after your initial meeting. The heightened sense of arousal, the sexual dreams and the need to be in one another’s presence. Direct symptoms of the bond. You remember your mother’s stories of bonded ones meeting for the first time. They usually consummate the bond at the exact moment they meet, the frenzy of the bond simply too strong to resist.

“I don’t remember.” Only a partial lie, you truly did not remember, however, you had an irking suspicion toward what that dream contained, as did he.

He laughs a quiet yet dangerous sound that strokes a fire inside of you. “Perhaps then, I could help you remember. It was after all me you were dreaming of.”

The meaning of his words caused your body to grow fully warm. “You’re flattering yourself far too much,” you lamely attempt.

He moves closer toward you at those words. As you started slowly crawling back from him. A large smirk grew on his face. “I’m sure you like to think that, wouldn’t you.” He drew himself nearer, standing so close to you, you’re faces were merely an inch apart, “but I heard the way you called my name, so sweetly.”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops down to a sensual tone, “I myself have to admit that I have found myself dreaming of you plenty of times throughout the day,” he closed his eyes momentarily. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He begins, keeping his eyes closed as if he was imagining it right now. “Or I see you laying on this bed, my sisters between your legs, worshipping you with their mouths, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart starts pounding fast. In fact, you’re not sure if your heart has ever gone this fast before. You feel warm. Too warm, despite the coldness of the night seeping into the room. You can feel your pulse in your throat and the dryness that has settled over your lips.

“So tell me once more, what was it that you were dreaming of?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“Nothing.” You reply quickly, averting your gaze toward the exit. The idea of running away from this entire situation seems suddenly very appealing.

“So you don’t wish for my help?”

This time you don’t reply too afraid of giving the answer that you truly wish to say. After a moment of pure silence. With you ignoring his longing eyes, he decides to change his approach.

“You must be feeling so desperate.”

You don’t respond too afraid to say anything anymore. He leans toward you. You can feel his breath in your ear. You can feel the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“We’re not meant to go this long without each other,” he whispers delicately against you, “you know that. It’s only been a couple of hours. Yet, your body is aching for me, just as I am for you.” He glides his tongue against your cheek. Fire spreads everywhere he touches you. “Poor Visenya could barely contain herself from want. I had to order her and Rhaenys to leave you alone or else I fear they both would’ve ravished you the moment you entered our camp. But I convinced them it would be best if I warmed you up to us first. That all of us at once, forcing your attention upon us. Whilst your mind was still reeling from loss would be far too much.”

Your breath comes out shaky as you struggle to contain your own wants. It would be so wrong to give in. They had murdered your family. They had even threatened the only one that remained. Briefly, you wondered how things could’ve been different if you had met under normal circumstances. Telling your mother how happy you were at finding your bonded, asking permission to court you properly once the frenzy of the bond had passed. How different it all could’ve been. Instead, it was them who had robbed you of all of that. Your mother was dead, and so was your father. There was no need for a courting period for there was no one alive for them to ask permission for your hand from.

“Give yourself to me.” Aegon’s voice is rough with wanting like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, let me ease that ache you feel. Give yourself to us, and in return, we shall give you whatever your heart desires.”

“My heart desires for my family to be alive, tell me can you make that happen.” You snap back tears brimming into your eyes at the mention of your deceased family. A full night had yet not even passed and here you were dishonouring them all by giving yourself to the man who had killed them.

Something shifted in Aegon’s eyes at those words. Violet eyes growing stern much like Visenya’s had. His hand grabbed at your jaw bringing your eyes up to meet his. The familiarity of the situation was not lost upon you. As you stared up into his beautiful violet eyes.

“What happened to your family was their own fault had they simply bent the knee as I had asked of them. There would be no need for the pointless slaughter of your people,” his grip at your jaw tightened, “but I have been merciful have I not? I could’ve burned the survivors in dragon fire as well, but I did not. I could’ve killed your pathetic nephew who continuously begs my guards to be brought into your presence. But I do not. You know why?” He rubs the tears falling from you eyes away, “for I am a merciful King, but that does not mean, I shall remain one.”

“What is merciful of you burning my family alive? It was our King who made the decision to not bend his knee, not us!” You shouted back, jerking yourself free from his hold. "You say it’s mercy letting us live. Very well, then go ahead kill me. Give me the solace of being united with my family once more.”

He laughs, coldly at your little display of anger. “Very well, but remember that you asked for this.”

He backs away from the bed, grabbing his sword on his way out. “Wait! What’re you doing.” You desperately yell after him, “I told you to kill me, to punish me! Wait!”

You struggle against the metal chains keeping you tied to the bed. Your screams for Aegon to stop echoing through the night. Soon those screams are replaced by those of others. Dread fills your being as you realise what was happening.

Tears stream down your face your throat becomes sore from your sobbing. Eventually, you fell asleep, tears still streaming down your face.

Upon awakening, a throbbing headache greeted you—a consequence of having cried yourself to sleep. The light streaming into the tent suggested that it was now daytime. You glanced down at the blanket enveloping your shivering form. Vaguely, you remembered someone entering the tent late at night after you had drifted off. Whether it was Aegon or another you weren't sure. Exhaustion had overwhelmed you to the point where the mere thought of opening your eyes and checking was too much.

After throwing the blanket on you, the person joined you in bed. But remained at a comfortable distance so as not to disturb you. As you stirred around, you became aware that the person had left.

You sighed, running a hand through your face. The metal chains still digging painfully into your wrists.

The events of the previous night played back in your mind on repeat. A sense of dread fills you. What would the consequences be if you continued to reject their advances? How far would they go to keep you in line? How many would die as a consequence of their anger? Would they kill you if you continued to deny them?

You remained sprawled on the bed for several hours, unable to free yourself from the metal chains that bound you. Eventually, tiredness overcame you, and you slipped back into slumber. When you stirred again, it was to the sensation of someone shaking you awake.

"You must be starving," the voice observed. You recognised the voice; Rhaenys.

Before you, she stood, as breathtakingly beautiful as you remembered her to be. It took a moment for her words to fully register, and then you nodded in agreement. The audible growl of your stomach served as a reminder of the prolonged time you had gone with the absence of food—it had been two full days. Rhaenys smiled, offering you a plate of food. Without a word, you accepted the plate and began to eat. Rhaenys remained silent, unabashedly observing you as you ate.

After finishing your meal, you silently set the plate on the side table. The room fell into a hush as the two of you sat in silence, you with your gaze fixed on the floor, and Rhaenys studying you intently. Suddenly, she rose and positioned herself directly behind you on the bed, your back pressed against her chest. A surge of fear gripped you—what was she planning? Would she force herself on you as Visenya had done, or would she threaten you much like Aegon had done?

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, she pulled a brush and began running it through your hair. You started relaxing under her gentle ministrations. Eventually, she transitioned into braiding your hair skillfully. Two large braids took shape, and she proceeded to pin them up into an elegant updo, her actions gentle and kind.

"You shouldn't have said those things to Aegon, you upset him."

Her words sent a sudden jolt through your body, erasing any trace of comfort that had briefly settled into you. Instantly, tension gripped your frame.

"Your continued denial of the bond shall only bring pain to us. Embrace it. Acknowledge your destined path. You belong to us now," the calmness Rhaenys exhibited while speaking, caused shivers to run down your spine, "should you attempt to escape with your little nephew, our forces will inevitably hunt you down and bring you back. Half of Westeros has fallen to our whim, the rest shall soon follow. Tell me, who shall risk their lives and those of their kin to shield you from us? Last night, you incurred only a speck of Aegon's wrath, forcing him to unveil but a fraction of our might. Imagine the repercussions should you provoke us once more."

With that final word, she left. Leaving you once more in a state of fear.

Days pass before someone attempts to visit you again. Each day, a new guard came to attend to you, delivering food and bringing you to a nearby lake to clean yourself.

As days pass you begin to fight your own instinct. Begging for you to be near your homicidal bonded. Each night you were haunted by dreams of them, each dream leaving you more frustrated than the last. The fact that you know that they have been visiting every night while you pretend to sleep doesn't help.

It is on the fifth day of this behaviour continuing that you finally snapped.

A gentle hand traced along your back as your consciousness began to return. Most of your nights since entering the camp had been spent sleeping, daydreaming or reading. The familiarity of the rough hand hinted at Aegon's presence, a revelation that didn't surprise you. Although all three had taken turns visiting you every night. Aegon was the one that usually ended up curled next to you sleeping at night.

Upon feeling you stir, he retracted his hand from your back. Instantly your own shot up to stop.

“Wait,” you all but begged, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

His voice was rough, just like you remembered it to be. He hadn’t spoken to you directly, not since that night. You had heard him bark orders at his men and seen him conversing with Orys Baratheon. But he had refused to speak to you ever since you had snapped at him.

“Touch me, please.”

The pure desperation in your voice wasn’t lost on you. And though you felt heat creeping up your skin at your confession, you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him. After all, Rhaenys had been right. You were only causing yourself misery by refusing yourself what you wanted. At your request, his hand rubbed down the side of your waist. Your breath becomes shaky as you turn to lie on your back to face him. Aegon was staring at you intensely.

You didn't know what to say to him. How to voice out the desire building in your chest. So you settle for calling out his name. Your voice is dripping with desire and desperation. Gazing into those violet eyes, you catch a glimpse of the fire so characteristic of the Targaryens just before his lips meet yours.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss shared between you two. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of their true desires for far too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. His hand grabs a hold of your hair and keeps you in place. The bond hums loudly in approval of your actions.

Aegons draws himself back slightly to look at your expression, his free hand moving to palm your breast over your nightgown. You moan at the feeling. His other hand lets go of your hair to slither down your body and press against your core.

“You’re drenched,” he mutters breathlessly, slowing down his movements as he starts to tease you, “I could make you cum from this alone.”

“Please” you beg, your hips bucking up to meet him.

“I should make you beg me for it after everything you put us through.” His eyes are dark as he speaks, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, making you moan. “Luckily, I am a generous King. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod wildly, as he inserts a finger into you, pleasure pulsating through you.

“You’ve been craving this, waiting for this very moment,” Aegon murmurs against your ear with a wicked smile. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper pathetically, your hips rocking wildly aganist him. “Say it,” he demands, pushing another finger into your dripping core.

“I need you to make me come, Aegon. Please, my King, I need you so badly.” You purposefully empathize with his title, knowing what button to press to make him give in.

His violet eyes darken even further as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of you. He makes swift work of removing your clothes. Before his lips descend down on you. You moan loudly your hand moving to entangle yourself into his hair.

Aegon mumbles something against your clit that you can’t hear, before teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing it in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to find that soft, aching spot inside of you and he purposefully pressed against it in slow, firm thrusts that made you tremble.

“Aegon, please” you moan, partly as encouragement for him to continue and partly because you want him so badly. You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release. You’re so close.

“Aegon, please,” you plea again, truly desperate now. “Please my king. Please.”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or if it’s just pure coincidence, but in that moment. Aegon shifts his rhythm, bringing you closer toward your peak and over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You have never felt anything like this before. You feel satisfied but also feel the ache growing stronger than ever before. He looks up at you a smile displayed on his beautiful, handsome face. He crawls up to you, pressing a deep kiss into your lips. He continues kissing you as he slides a hand down to your core again. Firm fingers pressing against you. “There you go, feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs into your temple pressing a kiss against it, “I wanna see your expression this time. You can come for me again. Can’t you my sweet girl?”

He speaks as if it’s a question but from the way he’s pressing his finger into you. You know, you have no choice in the matter.

“Oh, dear, Lords,” you gasp loudly.

You’re doing so well for me,” he kisses you again. He lowers his voice to a sensual whisper, leaning in closer to your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over me like the sweet girl you are.” It’s the combination of his words, his voice and his perfect hands that bring you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it,” Aegon mutters encouraging, as he watches you. “You are so beautiful when you come undone like that.” He kisses you slowly. It’s only then you realise that he's still fully clothed while you lay naked underneath him.

You don't have time to complain. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of your body, manhandling you around so you now lay on your stomach. He pushes your head into the bed harder as he scoops a hand underneath your hips, lifting your bare ass into the air, exposing your drenched pussy to the cold air.

He lands a hard smack on your ass.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn, this could have happened much earlier" Aegon spoke in a hushed voice, hands trailing down your waist. You said nothing. Entirely too breathless to defend yourself. Aegon placed himself at your entrance and allowed you no time to adjust to the massive length of his before he slammed into you. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You gasped as he picked up his pace, fucking you with wild and reckless abandon.

"Come on, my sweet," he taunted, "tell me how much you hate me now."

Aegon slammed into you so deep it really felt like he might kill you after all. You felt yourself pulse around his cock, your pussy trying to somehow pull him in deeper.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he said through gritted teeth. His hands gripping your hips with such force you knew they would bruise. Part of you beamed internally at the idea of being marked up by your bonded. Heat exploded inside of you. Your eyes were momentarily blinded as you felt yourself reach your climax.

"Please, fill me, Aegon," you begged, head still shoved into the bed. Aegon groaned at your words, holding your hips tightly as he pulled you back up against him to fuck him. He picked up his speed, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy as he chased his own peak.

He thrusted in roughly a few more times before he finally stilled, pushing inside of you as far as he could. He stayed inside of you for a few moments more before slowly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. The loss of him being inside of you, causes you to whimper, feeling empty.

"That was truly a spectacular show," Visenya's voice sounded. Turning to your right, you beheld the sight of both the sisters standing there, a hint of amusement evident in their expressions. "I certainly hope you're not too tired for another round," Rhaenys quipped. The two women sauntered closer toward the bed where the two of you were situated. Crawling over the duvet toward you.

"Not that it truly matters if you are," Visenya smirked. Planting her mouth at your shoulder blade, she started sucking. Rhaenys copying her movement on your other one. You hummed in delight, completely unaware of the massacre that was befalling your people outside the tent, as your bonded made sure to keep your undivided attention on them.

They couldn't afford the possibility of your focus being split between them and the well-being of your people, especially when you were destined to belong to them. And with the bond now finally complete, you would never be able to leave. The strategy of isolating you without their presence played out flawlessly, leveraging the bond into compelling you to yield.

[darkestspring]

Yandere Conquerors ( Visenya / Aegon / Rhaenys) and third wife reader.

"I don't need a third wife." Was the words Aegon once said, and never once had he thought that he'd regret speaking those words.

Not until he met you. You. You. Lovely you.

You were Torrhen Stark's eldest child, a lovely thing that had both beauty and brains, not to mention your inclination for spoiling your direwolf, loving cooing at it as you went off to hunt with the beastly thing.

Aegon had never felt himself want for something so much, not since the conquest began. He wanted you, so desperately. he wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and hear you giggle as he devoured you whole.

He glanced towards his sisters who were both stuck staring at you, not a single trace of envy or jealousy on their face. Rhaenys' cheeks were flushed red, not from the cold Aegon assumes, and Visenya's eyes were filled with a look of utter fondness, which was rare. Visenya hated people more than she liked them.

You stood there, laughing as you threw balls of snow between you and your brother, Brandon.

A loud laugh left you, happiness making your eyes light up as the snow started to drip off of you as it turned into water. "No fair! I wasn't expecting it!" You pouted at your brother.

Brandon laughed, "That is why it was the best time to attack, my dear sister," He took notice of the three before you did and straightened up.

"Dear one." Torrhen called out to you, gesturing you closer and you raced closer.

"Father, welcome back!" You greeted him with a smile before gazing over at the trio of targaryen's and the smile on your face nearly falters but you'd been taught strictly by your mother.

"Welcome," You spoke softly, bowing your head softly. You'd been given the news and you didn't particularly care about going from a princess to a lady. It let you play in the snow with your brother, so you were fine.

"This is my daughter." Torrhen introduced you to them and you smiled up at them.

"It's an honor." Your murmured softly.

"Lady Stark, the honor is solely ours." Visenya took your hand into hers before the other two could even reach out and placed a kiss on the back of your gloved hand and your cheeks flushed bright red at the gesture.

Aegon had determined he was damned by the gods in that moment, he wished he could eat his own words. He needed to find some way to marry you. He was a king now, he could very well do that but Torrhen didn't look like he'd very easily let you go.

"You should visit us on Dragonstone!" Rhaenys spoke softly, leaning down to gaze at you with a smile. "We'd be happy to have you there!"

Torrhen had the odd feeling that he was watching three vultures flock around his daughter. No, that was absurd, it was well known throughout westeros that Aegon refused to take a third wife. Yes, he had no reason to worry.

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Conquerors find it cute, when Immortal Modern Reader is purring or hissing like cat.

Yandere Visenya/Aegon/Rhaenys gives surprise kisses to Immortal Reader:😘

Immortal Reader, who’s in shock and starts blushing, hisses at them: D-don’t scare me like that!😳😾

Yandere Conquerors: Aww, so cute. 🥰🥰🥰

But you know what else they like about Immortal Modern Reader?

Yandere Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys love to hear Immortal Reader’s moans and cute sounds during sex time.

Immortal Modern Reader making meowing sounds, blushing and covering her mouth.

Yandere Conquerors adore it, but they want to hear their beloved’s voice, so they’ll holds her hands down and encourage her to not hide these beautiful moans from them.

Yandere Conquerors: Don’t hide those pretty sounds, Y/N~ We want to hear them~

Oh, imagine Immortal Reader’s embarrassment😳

Can you write a scenario after that “great time”? Like afterwards Yandere Conquerors praising Immortal Reader and comforting her and then an awkward moment, when children asked “We heard strange sounds like someone was meowing, was it a cat?” Poor Immortal Reader. Immortal Reader wants to hide their face in embarrassment.

Visenya, Aegon and Rhaenys were always rivals when it came to you. However, there were some issues on which they were united. They were specifically doing everything to embarrass you, listening to you meow, whine, and squeal. When she tried to argue with them about it, they acted as if they didn't know anything.

" Scenario "

You were resting in the bedroom. Three Targaryens entering the room at the same time caused you to squint at them. The three of them together was a sure sign that something was about to happen. Visenya approached you like a tiger approaching its prey. She took you in her arms in one move. You squealed as he kissed your cheek passionately.

"Visenya."

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

Rhaenys is taking advantage of your distraction. She plants a passionate kiss on your other cheek. Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

Aegon does not lag behind his sisters. He places a passionate kiss on your lips.

Bonus

You tell stories to Aenys and Maegor at night.

"I think there's a cat in the castle."

"I think so too."

"Why do you think like that, guys?"

"We always hear meowing sounds at night."

Maegor and Aenys: :)

Reader: 😖😬😶

[aphroditelovesu]

Sitting on Iron Throne is kinda difficult, because you get cuts. But imagine how interesting it would be for Modern!Reader just chilling on Iron Throne and there’s not a single cut on them.

Just imagine the reactions.

Aegon The Conqueror: The King must never sit comfortably and always must be strong.😤

Modern!Reader being curious: Hold on! Let me try it!

Modern!Reader sits on Iron Throne and relaxing on it, chilling comfortably with no problems or discomfort: 😎

Yan!platonic!Targaryen Conquerors are worried about their precious Modern!Reader:😨😨😨

Modern!Reader: I feel fine 😏

Yeah, imagine reactions. Especially when others are getting cuts despite how careful they try and there’s a Modern!Reader who absolutely chills and even falls asleep on Iron Throne as if it’s an armchair.

Modern!Reader just sitting on the Iron Throne, feeling like a King/Queen and enjoying it. It's not the most comfortable seat, but it's powerful and makes them feel good. So, why not try it?

Aegon would be a little stunned and very worried. He is naturally protective and would be worried about Modern!Reader cutting themself with the swords. But imagine his surprise when he arrives at the Iron Throne and finds them taking a nap on the Throne. He would find it funny but obviously worried.

Rhaenys would be insistent about the Modern!Reader not staying on the Throne as it could be dangerous. She finds them attractive and believes they suit the vision of a Ruler, but that throne is made of swords! They could get cut or seriously injured. Luckily she is always there to take care of them.

Visenya would not be bothered or act like a protective dragon like her sibilings, she would be slightly worried about the idea that they might get hurt, but she would be less protective. In fact, I can see Visenya encouraging them to try out the Iron Throne, you know, just to see what they'd look like sitting on it.

Rhaenys and Aegon worried about Visenya smiling at the sight of them on the Throne.

While many cut themselves on the Throne, like Maegor, Viserys and Rhaenyra, for example, the Modern!Reader receives no injuries and acts as if it were the most comfortable chair in the world...

[yandereunsolved]

🐉Yandere Aegon I — The Conqueror🐉

cw(s): manipulation & violence (non-descript)

Harsh to those who defied him and generous to those who bent the knee—that was Aegon Targaryen.

That was the one man you refused to engage with.

A simple passing remark turned into a spiraling obsession that turned the enigmatic ruler into a madman. No one saw his madness except those who dared step in the way of your relationship. Even you yourself were not spared. For neither your low status nor your lack of education swayed him. He craved you like Balerion craved bloodshed.

He is the conqueror, and yet conquering you has been the most difficult challenge through his many moons of rule. And what does a conqueror do when someone refuses to come peacefully? They return the disobedience in unimaginably tortuous ways.

The desperate, hoarse pleas and terrified shrieks from your village people made your heart break. It pulled itself back together for a few moments, only to beat so quickly that you thought it would burst from you. The cause? A black, dreadful beast of a mass your mind can't even fathom is descending upon your village. The same beast that belongs to the man you escaped from.

Yes, returning to your village was idiotic in hindsight, but you had nowhere else to flee.

Surely anywhere you would have gone would have had either the townspeople or greedy, corrupted creatures giving you up to him like a sacrifice to one of the seven.

A part of your mind betrays you and speaks such despicable words. You should have stayed. You should have married him. You should have, you should have, you should have.

The villagers, your villagers, your family, and your friends are all now perishing at his hands.

"Darling, it's good to see you've finally come to your senses. No more of this running away non-sense. I wouldn't want to bruise this handsome little body of yours. After all, that's only for me to do as a show of my devotion to you."

When did you get on his dragon? When did his arms wrap around your waist so tightly that it felt as if his dragon's tail was crushing you? What will happen to your village? What will happen to you?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

His hot breath was gracing—poisoning the side of your neck all throughout the journey. You were pressed against him in a position that felt oddly intimate. You could sense the anger emanating from his words. The obsession was practically pulsating out of his veins. Yet, relief is all he showed you.

"Don't want to talk?" You could hear the satisfied smirk on his sculpted face without having to peer at it. "Don't worry. You'll be screaming more than enough tonight. Naughty people like you must be punished. It is the decree of the king, after all. And you wouldn't want to go against my word again, would you?"

[thatscruelsummer]

visenya and maegor

[alannybunnue]

Hello Love! Can I react to Yandere for game of thrones?? (Can it be counted?)

Aegon 1 Targaryen and Maegor Targaryen For (Separately)

How would Yandere Aegon 1 Targaryen and Maegor Targaryen react to the reader who managed to escape?

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Sweetie, i already have made one not too long ago

Enjoy your crumbs :3

[bilebileada]

Dark! House Of The Dragon x Oc!reader

WARNINGS: English is not my first language, I'm sorry if the story has some errors in the writing. This is my first time writing something, so bear with me please

SYPINOSIS: During the reign of Aegon I, the Conqueror, a grand hall was erected with the sacred purpose of offering to the gods and receiving their blessings in return. One night, while Aegon and Rhaenys were paying a solemn visit, a star, larger and more radiant than any other, streaked across the sky, its mesmerizing light illuminating the darkness. Among the carefully arranged offerings under a large white silk cloth, a child was discovered—a divine gift to the Targaryen bloodline, with crystalline eyes that reflected the starlight.

When the child of the gods was found amidst the profusion of offerings, Aegon took him in his strong arms, his eyes locked on the small boy, whose gaze shimmered with an ethereal light. His eyes were a deep blue, like a lake under the moonlight, seemingly holding ancient secrets and promises of greatness. Rhaenys, with a bright smile, told Visenya of the star that had appeared, announcing that the boy would be named Maevon, the treasure of the skies.

As Maevon grew, his development was remarkable, surpassing others in vigor and health, bringing joy to the three conquerors. His eyes, even brighter than before, captivated everyone around him; his silver hair fell in soft waves down to his shoulders, framing a face that exuded an almost supernatural beauty. His personality was an intriguing blend: sometimes resembling Visenya’s untamed courage, other times the warm embrace of Rhaenys, but most often, Aegon’s resolute strength resonated in his actions. Among his brothers, Aenys and Maegor, an unbreakable bond was formed, full of laughter and play, far from the typical rivalries of House Targaryen.

Maevon soon became a symbol of good fortune and prosperity, bringing abundant and healthy crops, free from plagues or disease. The realm seemed to flourish under his presence, and the possessiveness of the king and queens toward the boy only grew, as if they feared the world might take him away. However, fate, with its mischievous and capricious nature, was about to cast a shadow over this celestial brightness.

With the death of Rhaenys, followed by Aegon and Aenys, Maevon felt his world collapse. Sorrow settled in his heart, though he could still smile and bless those around him with his ethereal grace. From then on, Maevon’s story became a patchwork of whispers and rumors circulating among the servants of the fortress.

On a cold and silent night, laughter echoed from Maegor’s chambers, where Maevon had become a frequent companion. The atmosphere was filled with joy, until suddenly the laughter ceased, giving way to a deep crash. After a few agonizing moments, Maegor called for the maester, claiming his brother, drunk, had fallen to the floor, unconscious and unsure if he still lived.

The maester, upon entering the chambers, was met with a scene of desolation. Maegor was pale, dark veins standing out against his skin, and his eyes, once vibrant, now seemed to fade, as if the very light of life was escaping him. The unease grew when the maester, examining Maevon’s lifeless body, quickly identified signs of poisoning. But Maegor, in a desperate gesture, threatened the man to keep the truth a secret—that he had just killed his brother.

To the people, it was only announced that Maevon had died in his sleep. This news shook the kingdom, which clamored for explanations, but all they received were closed gates and the grim indifference of the new king. Maegor the Cruel’s reign was marked by a curse. Endless nights of illness, ruined crops, storms that lashed the land, and the despair of the people became routine. Only when the Cruel mysteriously fell on his throne of a thousand swords did the storm begin to dissipate.

In everyone’s mind, Maevon was the last gift of the gods, a hope that shone brightly in a world filled with darkness. However, the tragedy that befell his life brought with it an unsettling belief: the gods had forsaken the kingdom, abandoning their children to ruin. Gradually, desolation spread like a shadow, threatening to consume everything that had once flourished. But it seemed they were mistaken, for fate, in its cunning, held surprises yet to be revealed...

During the reign of Viserys Targaryen, the ancient offering room, built to honor the gods, remained standing, bearing witness to the passage of time. Maevon's story still remained among the Targaryens and the people, occurring as a reminder of divine benevolence, even as generations passed, the memory of this heavenly gift still echoed throughout the lands of the kingdom, arousing interest and curiosity in other courts and kingdoms, spreading through reports and stories.

The first to visit the hall, before the misfortunes that struck the royal family, were Viserys, his first wife, Aemma, and the young Rhaenyra, when everything seemed calm and promising. Rhaenyra’s soft laughter echoed through the halls as her mother, ever delicate, made offerings to the gods, seeking the same luck that Maevon had brought centuries before. But the tides of time change, and tragedies come without warning.

Mote currently, in the hallways, Daemon walked through the castle, trying to calm down after a heated argument with his brother. Frustration and anger intended to gather in the air as he tried to break away from his dark thoughts. Deep down, he knew he needed to keep control of his desire to confront someone with his sword, but the urge to release all the anger built up or consumed inside. The targaryen stopped in front of the large offering room, a place he had seen countless times over the years. He had a deep dislike for the place, considering it a useless and purposeless space. His thoughts raced as he contemplated the idea of ​​demolishing the site, ignoring the history and traditions that sustained it. But at that moment, his attention was once again captured by the brightness of the big star that lit up the night sky, his gaze didn't linger long on her, soon picking up the wine from the offering that his brother, Viserys, still insisted on offering to the gods.

"Nonsense..." the word came out of Daemon as he drank the wine. while tasting the wine, he heard a small childish noise nearby, stopping drinking and looking around with his eyes stopping on a large basket covered in a white silk cloth with details on it, he doesn't remember seeing it there before. The targaryen approached cautiously, reaching out to lift the silk cloth covering him. A curiosity in his mind compelled him to discover what could be hidden beneath the fabric. With a slow, cautious movement, he slowly removed the cloth from the basket, prepared to discover what awaited him inside.

Daemon’s eyes widened in surprise as he gazed upon the small infant before him. The child’s bright, crystalline eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the world as the cloth was removed. The tale of Maevon surfaced in Daemon’s mind, a legend he had always viewed with skepticism. Yet now, as he beheld the infant, a strange mixture of awe and bewilderment washed over him. He scrutinized the tiny figure in his arms, but only one thought dominated his mind: protect. The word echoed relentlessly in his head, repeating itself over and over again.

When you looked up at him with those wide, shining eyes and let out a soft, innocent giggle, Daemon’s lips curved into an uncharacteristic smile. Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, holding you close. The gods had sent another treasure, a divine gift to this world—and Daemon, in his certainty, believed they had chosen him to guard it.

On the same night that the family was gathered for a visit, Daemon presented you to his wife, Laena. He fervently recounted the extraordinary event, describing how he had found you under the light of the brightest star in the sky, a vision that seemed otherworldly. “She will be named [name],” he declared. Laena smiled upon hearing the choice, cradling you in her arms and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Our little one,” she murmured, admiring the delicate face of the child who slept peacefully, oblivious to the weight of the destiny that awaited her.

After sharing the joy he had longed to express, Daemon called for a meeting in the great hall. With the eloquence characteristic of him, he recounted to everyone what he had witnessed and found. Most of those present regarded his words as yet another of his extravagances, a story destined to provoke laughter. But when Laena emerged from behind him, holding you in her arms, your eyes, bright as two stars, were irrefutable proof of his claim.

Rhaenys and Corlys were the first to approach Laena, drawn by curiosity and the desire to meet the newest addition to the family. The atmosphere, once marked by laughter and skepticism, was now filled with admiration and astonishment.

Viserys, still shocked, turned to his younger brother, a series of questions and doubts swirling in his mind. Beside him, Alicent observed the scene from a distance, you in Laena’s arms capturing her full attention. Her external expression remained neutral, but inside, a storm of emotions consumed her. How could the gods have chosen Daemon, of all people, to receive such a gift? Only she and Viserys had visited that hall which Daemon had so despised. It was an injustice that wounded her pride and ignited a fiery anger in her heart.

Laena, refusing to be affected by the tension in the air, called Rhaenyra, her closest friend, and introduced her to the new child. Though she was already pregnant, her belly round with anticipation for a son or daughter, fate, seemingly unwilling to wait, had sent you to her before her first baby was born, as if the gods wished to bless her with a second treasure while the first still remained to come.

That night was marked in the family and soon in the realm when the child of the gods was presented to the common folk, who were later blessed with abundant harvests, revitalized health, clean water, and ripe fruits and vegetables, free from worms or rot.

It was a time of joy for everyone in the kingdom. As time passed, you grew and became an impressive sight that enchanted all who crossed your path. Your skin, a rich brown hue, was like polished ebony under the sunlight, radiant and vibrant. You had hair that seemed to carry the softness of autumn breezes, each strand catching the light in its own unique way, as if they danced to the rhythm of your deepest thoughts. Their delicate, natural movement gave the impression they were made of something ethereal, like a veil that enveloped your figure with a mysterious grace.Your eyes were large and crystalline, reflecting the world around you with mesmerizing clarity. These eyes were not merely windows to your soul; they were deep as lakes under the moonlight, and those who lost themselves in your gaze could feel the weight of the history and hope that dwelled within you.

The Targaryens surrounded you with stunning jewels, adorning you with pearl necklaces that sparkled like stars on a clear night and gold earrings that swayed gently as you moved. Your dresses, made from the finest silks and luxurious velvets, were of vibrant colors that highlighted your singular beauty, often embroidered with dragons and other symbols of House Targaryen. You had become an icon of grace and splendor, your image frequently depicted in tapestries that adorned the castle halls, a true princess who brought with her the freshness of youth and the promise of a bright future.

You were a constant presence in songs and tales that echoed among the common folk. Your story, intertwined with the legend of the star that brought you into the world, inspired bards in taverns and squares.

You grew up with your two sisters, the twins Baela and Rhaena. A trio inseparable, without fights or rivalries. You spent nights taking turns braiding each other’s hair while sharing secrets and confiding your secret crushes.

Laena's death deeply affected you, and you sought comfort in your grandparents, especially since your father was preoccupied with Rhaenyra somewhere. Rhaenys was a kind grandmother, providing the comfort and strength you all needed to set aside your grief.

You were also close to Jacaerys and Lucerys, enjoying many lively moments with Joffrey as well. Whenever you had the time, you visited them at Dragonstone, riding on your dragon, Belial, whose deep blue scales shimmered in the light, complementing his striking purple eyes.

It took you a while to meet the small green trio, but not too long. During one of your cherished visits to your grandfather Viserys, he introduced you to your uncles.

There was sweet Helaena, the kindest of the greens. You recalled playing with her until night fell over the sky. Then there was the shy Aemond, who you knew as the target of Aegon’s jokes alongside Jace and Luke. You often reprimanded the two for their teasing. Aemond was polite to you, offering little more than a quiet "hello." Aegon, as always, was bold; he embraced you warmly and showered you with compliments, while Jace and Luke, had they been present, would have likely torn their hair out in frustration. And just like that, you became the newest object of affection for your uncles In addition to them, you were also the object of affection for numerous boys, from both noble families and common folk.

You loved your family, even though at times you felt suffocated by them, as they often prevented you from doing things you desired, always insisting it was too dangerous. Yet there were moments when they could be kind and understanding towards you.