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The Rats (Pt. 5)

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI. Targcest, smut, angst, violence.

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Two days pass before Y/N is called to stand round her mother’s council table and discuss strategy for their return to King’s Landing.

“With Aemond and Helaena gone, they have no dragons. But they do have a formidable land army, it would be my great honor to return on dragon back and present your terms. Once they agree, I will send word here.” Aegon says.

“And if they won’t agree?” Daemon arches a brow.

“How we proceed from there will be left up to the Queen.”

“We’re supposed to trust you?” Daemon sneers, “this is your fault.”

“For the sake of the seven, Daemon.” Y/N throws up a hand, wincing as it pulls the scabbed flesh of her side. “After all he has done for my mother’s cause, can you not afford him the smallest bit of grace?”

“He still breathes our air, does he not?” Daemon drawls, “this is a concession made for you, daughter.”

“I shall go with him to King’s Landing then.” Y/N offers.

“No,” Rhaenyra says, immediately. “You are my heir, the risk is too great.”

“Then we offer our terms by raven,” Y/N insists. “After they agree, our fleet returns together. Aegon swears his allegiance, on bended knee and you ascend the throne as our rightful Queen.”

“Who’s to say Alicent will not ignore the fucking message?”

“Aegon is her King.” Y/N narrows her eyes at Daemon. “One does not ignore letters from their fucking King.”

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“Mother?” Dahlia tugs at her skirts.

Y/N blinks away the fog clouding her mind. “Yes, my love.”

“You look sad, or frightened.”

“Forgive me.” Y/N forces a smile, “I am expecting a message. You know how I dislike waiting.”

Dahlia nods, plopping into her mother’s lap, as her father plays happily with her siblings. “Do you think it has to happen?”

“What, my darling?” Y/N wraps both arms around her.

“That brothers and sisters must fight for the throne?”

“No one is fighting,” Y/N assures her.

“I saw what the bad men did to Aunt Helaena.” Dahlia whispers, “it was because of Uncle Lucerys…when he went to the heavens. Uncle Aemond sent him there, because Luce took his eye.”

“Who told you this?” Y/N demands. “Alicent?”

“Grandmother did not tell me a thing. No one ever does.”

“Because you are a child, and this burden is not a child’s to bear.”

“I hear things,” Dahlia tells her, “and I see them. Though I would rather hear them from you or father. At least you are kind about it.”

“Has someone been unkind to you?”

“Not to me, but to father, in front of me.” Dahlia leans into her mother, “and sometimes to you, in front of me.”

“I apologize, my darling.” Y/N kisses the back of her head, “our family history is…a unique tapestry, by no fault of yours. There are many people we love dearly who’ve been hurt and those who’ve hurt us.”

Dahlia says, “if that is what it means to sit the throne, I do not want to.”

“That is not what it means to sit the throne.” Y/N explains, “your great grandsire, Viserys reigned peacefully, all his years. But I will not force it upon you.”

Dahlia nods.

“You are my daughter first and my heir second. That is how I was raised, equal to my brothers in every way.” Y/N presses on, “I do not believe that brothers and sisters must fight. I think rather, it is a tragedy when they do.”

“So father and grandmother Rhaenyra are not at war?”

Y/N sighs, pointing to Aegon, blowing raspberries on Laenor’s belly. “Does your father appear to be at war?”

“No.” Dahlia shrugs, fighting back a grin.

“We needn’t fret then.”

Aegon the fourth begins to fuss, having been left to his own devices too long.

Dahlia climbs off her mother’s lap, tapping her youngest brother’s nose. “Shh.”

The babe grabs for her finger, holding it tightly in his grasp, as Dahlia coos at him.

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“Is everything alright, my dearest love?” Aegon asks his wife, when they are finally alone in their quarters. “You were awfully quiet at supper.”

“Do you know what your daughter asked me?” Y/N turns to Aegon, as he strips down to his small clothes, for bed.

“Gods only know,” he laughs, “which daughter was it?”

“Dahlia.”

“Dahlia,” he repeats, fondly. “What did my girl ask you?”

“Whether or not brothers and sisters must fight for the throne.” Y/N informs him, “she also presumed that you’d be going to war against my mother.”

Aegon sighs, “and what did you tell her?”

“No, of course. But she’s overheard a great many things in her life. I’m not sure the simple answer will suffice.”

“The whispers round these halls are insidious.”

“It is every hall,” Y/N shakes her head. “She watched that man hold a knife to Helaena’s throat.”

Aegon abandons his sleep clothes on the chair to comfort his wife.

“I have failed her.” Y/N sprawls out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“You have not.” Aegon climbs in beside her, wrapping her carefully in his arms; mindful of her injury. “You are a wonderful mother, my love.”

“I’m meant to protect her.”

“You did.” Aegon insists, “you protected our children and my sister’s.”

Y/N nods against his chest, “why then do I feel so awful?”

“Awful mothers do not spend their nights lamenting imagined shortcomings.” Aegon presses his lips to the top of her head. “Our children know love and that they are worthy of it. I think it speaks volumes she was comfortable enough to raise this matter with you.”

“Do you truly believe that?” Y/N leans up on her elbow.

“I do.” Aegon meets her eyes.

She leans down, pressing her lips to his, before turning over to make herself comfortable with her back to his chest. “This is the longest we have not lied together, save for the weeks following the births of our babes.”

“I’ve no desire to cause you more pain.” Aegon murmurs, “but if you are feeling up to it…”

“I think it might help me find sleep.”

Aegon wastes no time reaching round her hip, hiking up her nightgown and slipping a hand beneath her small clothes, rubbing slow circles over her pearl until she is wet and wanting. “This is good fortune, you know?”

“Of course,” Y/N laughs, indulgently.

“Laugh all you want.” He groans, low in his throat. Shoving the pesky garment down past her knees and easing his cock into her from behind. “Your cunt has gifted me the greatest winning streak in all the realm.”

“And how is that, my love?” Y/N sighs as his fingers continue dancing along her pearl.

“Four wonderful children and years of happiness. Though I’d like to make it five.”

“Get to work then.” She reaches back, to bury a hand in his hair. “Ow,” she hisses, moving for her bandage, but Aegon’s hand is already there.

“Shhh, shh, shhh.” Aegon hushes her. “Be good for me, darling girl. Be still.”

“I can’t.”

“Try for me.” Aegon breathes, fucking her slow and deep, watching her sweet fingers curl around the pillow instead. “That’s the way,” Aegon praises, “lie there and take me.”

Y/N relaxes into the mattress.

“I love you.” He breathes, against her ear.

“I love you.” Again she begins reaching for him, only to be caught by his hand.

Aegon laces their fingers together. “Whilst your mother is Queen, we will spend many a day lazing about our chambers. Entertaining our children, creating more, watching them grow. We’re going to live happily together, the way we’ve dreamed it.”

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Before first light they are called to an impromptu meeting of the small council.

“There’s been word from King’s Landing.”

“And?”

“Alicent has agreed to our terms,” Rhaenyra announces. “Her only request is an audience with the acting King and Queen before the declaration of allegiance.”

Aegon’s mouth is agape when Y/N turns to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“This is wonderful news.”

Daemon rolls his eyes.

“Indeed,” Rhaenyra beams at Y/N. “We will fly out within the hour. The four of us,” she motions to her daughter, half brother and husband, in turn.

“Oh happy day,” Daemon grumbles.

“The children will remain here, until the transition of power is complete. Then we return for them on dragon back.”

“Too easy.” Daemon rounds the table to Aegon. “Surely a trap, laid by your bitch mother.”

Y/N slaps her palm against the table, “you may not speak that way of my husband or his house. My daughter has overheard, the servants whisper in the halls.”

“Then see their tongues removed.” Daemon sneers.

“Enough.” Rhaenyra holds up a hand. “We are a family. Aegon is my father’s son, your brother’s child, my daughter’s husband. With grievances of his own, surely; yet here he stands.”

“We’re supposed to forgive all of it? Clouding my brother’s mind with milk of the poppy, usurping your throne, forcing you into such a state of distress that we lost our unborn child?” Daemon shakes his head, “and Lucerys?”

Rhaenyra blanches.

“You are innocent?” Y/N scoffs. “Tell my mother how I came to be here on Dragonstone. Tell her what my little girl saw the men you hired do.”

“I did not order them to harm children!”

“As my husband did not order the murder of my brother.” Y/N says, pointedly.

“We cannot hope for a better future if we cannot be better ourselves.” Aegon looks to his uncle. “I am not asking for forgiveness, nor your kinship. I am asking for peace in the space between us, and I swear to you, it will be a significant amount of space.”

They are dismissed then, to don their riding gear before meeting Rhaenyra and Daemon near the dragon pit.

“Good morrow, my girl.” Y/N greets her dragon, passing a hand over her scales.

Sunfyre butts his nose against Aegon’s chest, smiling as he does.

“Hello, there.” Aegon grins, patting his snout. “We’re off to King’s Landing, shortly.”

Stormborn waits her turn to be greeted by Aegon, enjoying her rider’s affection as she does. When Aegon does come to her, he is met with a content hum.

“There we are, sweetling.” Aegon pets her bowed head.

“Good morrow, Sunfrye.” Y/N steps over to the golden dragon.

He does not sing for her, the way he always does, glaring as he leans into her hand.

“You’re still angry with me, aren’t you?” Y/N sighs.

The golden dragon huffs.

Aegon chuckles. “Now, now, Sunfyre. Infuriating as she is, we love her.”

Sunfyre blinks at Y/N, expectantly.

“Forgive me, my friend. I do not intend to take Stormborn from you again. That is why we fly together this day.” Y/N says, leaning her forehead against him.

Sunfyre begins crooning.

They will tell stories someday of a Queen and King Consort, so deeply in love their dragons could not bear to be parted; and how their marriage, born of duty, saved the mighty house Targaryen.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 month

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For king aeg and his smutty angst...

What about a forced/arranged marriage (potentially a team black lady/princess kept by the greens and made to marry aeg?). Of course, she absolutely supports the blacks and therefore hates aegon and the greens. But it's their wedding night, they have to 'do their duty', right?

Brain didn't really come up with anything more than that. It's basically hate sex 😂

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: TW//blood play, Degredation, rough handling, Aegon being a fuckhead, some fighting from her, attempted murder, very toxic. Time skips, Consensual sex, pnv!sex, tiddy sucking, FERAL👹, arranged marriage, tb reader

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You were a hostage by law. You were the younger sister of Rhaenyra. Barely made it past a day when your mother died in the birthing bed while a tourney went on, the Maester’s sure you were to be the boy so dreadfully sought after.

Your sister fought for you to be married elsewhere, perhaps a Celtigar or another Velaryon. Viserys had his mind set on uniting his two different lines of progeny.

Therefore you were betrothed to Aegon, born a mere two years after you. It wasn’t on the forefront of your mind as a child, shadowing Rhaenyra for comfort. In a way, she was the motherly figure you had lost. That was more important than some silly thing that would occur far, far away.

Soon she reached her wedding when you were nine. Life grew tumultuous after that. The ever-present Ser Criston was gone and soon replaced by Laenor and Ser Harwin. Rhaenyra had her first child, Jacaerys. You remember holding him and cooing. He was perfect, yet you were not dumb, the babe’s dark hair was frighteningly similar to Ser Harwin's.

By your six and tenth nameday— you faced being surrounded by your other side of the family, aptly named the Greens for their colors of Hightower. After the tragic fight at Driftmark, Alicent quickly sequestered you off. You had wept and torn at your dresses, Ser Criston holding you back with a stiff arm and stiffer face. Your full blood, the only true connection, left on ships and dragons. Your father didn’t seem to even care, too sickly and worn down.

You’d spat at Alicent, “I hate you.”

She shook her head and sighed, “In due time you will thank me. You’ll be a queen.”

Shoving yourself off of Ser Cole, you glared at the man. He spoke, quiet but brutal, “Consider yourself lucky staying back. Wouldn’t want to get caught up in other affairs.” He earned a sharp retort, to which the queen scoffed and you stormed off.

Alone. To be utterly alone.

That was what the next few months encompassed. You were a ghost in a lively keep. Aegon began to peek his unkempt blonde hair around the same time, the prince growing into a young man. He’d already gained a reputation for an insatiable thirst for wine and women— at the mere age of fourteen.

“So will you be eager to bed me? I have quite the experience,” he said. Aegon sat sprawled on the settee across from your seat, nursing some wine. You raised a brow from your needlepoint and hissed, “Oh yes, of course, I cannot wait to have your Flea Bottom-infested cock within my pristine cunt.”

He snorted, red wine dribbling down his plump lips. Aegon grinned, seemingly not phased by your insult. The prince hummed, “How sweet. I’m saying it now, you’ll come to love it.” A rip tore through the air— startling you both. Your eyes peered down at the needlepoint. You’d grown so annoyed you ripped the fine fabric.

Eyes flicking up to Aegon you barked, “Out of here! Now!”

He scurried away, giggling, promising, “Our wedding is going to be fantastic, my lovely blackened heart!”

You grimaced, standing up to dust your gray dress off. Rhaenyra had kept a line of letter with you— urging you to kill Aegon in his sleep or abscond to Dragonstone. Peering at the unstable, absolutely lethal Ser Criston Cole standing outside your door, those options seemed impossible.

You were well aware of the threat Aegon held to the claim as the heir. The Hightowers were pushing it into every corner they could, pulling strings, lining coats with Lannister gold. Perhaps once you married the idiot, things would be different.

Using your body and status to change the outcome of a disputed throne seemed too silly. Hatred and frustration began to boil within you from that day forward. To the Seven Hells with your father and the green-blooded Hightower children. You hoped the Stranger would take Alicent and her loyal armed dog too.

Nyserion was in the dragon pit. You never got to see your mount. The queen knew you'd escape if possible. He waited for you, you could feel that much.

No.

You'd not flee.

To face your fate whether in victory or flames was a source of pride. You'd marry the whoreson, be the good princess, and wait for the time to come. You would not be overtly kind, but you’d come off as subdued, no longer the biggest threat to their plans. You would walk the line.

Your hatred for Aegon grew as time wore on in the Red Keep. The wedding had arrived. You remained stone cold kissing Aegon and taking your vows. Aegon was now eight and ten. The lanky boy had grown into a handsome, yet sulky and difficult man. He recently chopped his hair off, another sign of rebellion.

You could understand wanting to be far away. Emptiness filled your chest when the red and black cloak of yours was covered with green and gold. Rhaenyra performed the sacred act, tears in her violet eyes. Your father was too weary to do the damn thing he declared so long ago.

Aegon had whispered, “I hate this too, you know.”

“Good.”

Then the bells rang and you two were back to the mummer’s farce. Smiling and waving getting into the carriage, the small folk cheering- tilting your stomach. Aegon’s face morphed into that sullen look he carried around when he was sober. You slumped back against the cushions, sighing.

His violet eyes bore into your pale blue ones. Aegon sniffed, “I expect to be bedding you tonight. It is my right now.” Crossing your arms, you looked out of the small window. The prince cleared his throat, waiting for an answer.

“As is my duty, lord husband,” you sneered.

Aegon giggled— that annoying shriek of his. You lashed out, “Glad that is an entertaining topic for you. Go back to your whores once you've done the deed.”

“Maybe. I have to make sure I get an heir off of you. Gods forbid you're anything like your mother.”

Your vision went red, hopping across the wheelhouse to scratch and claw and scream at Aegon. He gasped in surprise, catching some nails across his pale throat, a part of his hair ripped out. The prince forced you down, holding your arms tight to your chest. He frowned, eyes filled with something.

“I’m sorry, okay, relax, we have to finish this night. Relax!”

You didn’t want to cry, yet the tears fell as you warbled, “You’re cruel. Have some shame.”

He sighed, blonde hair a mess now. Aegon gently helped you back into your seat, ordering you to stay put. He knelt beside you, a big hand touching your shaky knee. Aegon’s eyes seemed to hold some guilt as he murmured, “That was wrong. I…apologize…wife.”

The rest of the ride went in silence, Aegon retreating to his side, poorly attempting to reshape his waves. Neither of you smiled entering the keep to be presented to everyone. The first dance was a boring affair, you found no reason for happiness. Rhaenyra was the only boon, her hugging you and speaking words of revenge.

“You shall have whoever you wish. He will not be your source of unhappiness. When I am queen.”

You blocked out the rest of her words, milling over the idea of Viserys dead— Aegon being thrust upon the throne. It would be war, all-out war. Nodding blankly, you hugged your sister once again to head back to the table, heart beginning to beat fast.

Aegon was slouched back in his chair, eyes lazily roving around the dancing. He was quite drunk, slurring as he spoke. The prince asked, “Y’wanna finish this shit?”

“Make the call,” you replied.

The drunken prince stood up and roared, “It’s time for the fucking!”

Men cheered, and women squealed. Rhaenyra was held tight by Daemon— his face placid. Alicent was embarrassed by the crass wording, a ringed hand covering her face. Soon men lifted and tore at your clothes, exposing you horridly. Aegon laughed as the ladies rid him of his garments.

The pair of you were thrust into his dark chambers. You bounced once from the way they tossed you, grunting in pain. The feeling of handprints and raw skin sent a shudder down your spine. Aegon flopped onto the bed, mumbling.

“Well?” You asked.

“I don’t want to fuck you. Not yet anyways.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. The tension leaked out of you as you escaped being groped and defiled by the prince. You thanked him quietly, crawling onto the side of the bed, and covering yourself up. Aegon fiddled around before stating, “I’m going to sleep, too drunk to get it up.”

You don’t know why you cried when his breathing turned into a soft snore. Maybe all the emotions boiling over. Soon the tears turned to anger, pissed off from how callous and awful he was. How he would steal the throne. The very image of everything that held you to this gilded cage full of spiders and snakes.

The thought came to you. Lying naked in his chamber, eyes roving around the strange whips and discarded wine bottles. You lit a candle, Aegon dead to the world in his drunken state. You peered around his room, finding a display of carved cocks and plugs of sorts at the end of the bed, frowning. Deviant.

You walked further, stopping as a sharp pain nicked your big toe. Picking your foot up with a hiss, a piece of glass was lodged in the flesh. With a grimace and grunt you pulled it out, eyes trailing up to the broken mirror, smashed to bits. Cornflower eyes scanned the shards.

You peered over your shoulder to the sleeping Aegon, disheveled, shirt off. He almost looked innocent, spared your maidenhead after all. But the shard spilling his blood…seemed all too good. The claw marks from earlier reminded you of what he was. Take the potential usurper heir, one less dragon to deal with. You wouldn’t have his spawn. Your sister was the true queen.

Slowly grabbing a shard, maddened Targaryen bloodlust rising, you crawled atop the bed. Closer and closer you crept, straddling his hips, eyes full of fury. Aegon smiled, eyes closed, plump lips curling upward, “Ah, I told you I’d sway your blackened heart one day. You want something, wife?”

Your hand began to shake as you realized the severity of what you could do. What would happen? Aegon stirred as he didn’t hear your response, violet eyes meeting your own before noting the thick glass. You spat, “I can’t allow this.”

Aegon’s eyes flashed with something besides apathy or sick humor. He was angry. You tried to move, Aegon sending the glass flying with the spatter of blood across your pristine shift. He growled, shoving and pushing you onto your belly.

“Are you that stupid? I always thought you to be more shrewd than that display. Stabbing me in my sleep…You’d be burnt before I bled out, whore.”

You bucked against him, spitting, “You’re a future usurper, a drunk, and a whoreson, your face fills me with rage! I fucking hate this Aegon.” He laughed as he ran his bloody hand down your cheek.

He sighed, a terrifying edge to his usual easy, lackadaisical nature.

“Kind words, dear wife, you think I want to be king? Like I want to rule? Your cunt sister can have it, I have no taste for it.” Aegon readjusted himself, lips almost caressing your skin.

“You’re a bitter little bitch you know that? I didn’t choose this, be mad at our father!” He laughed again, wide grin and sharp teeth glinting in the low light. Aegon’s hand spilled blood onto your nightgown as he whispered into your ear, acrid venom dripping.

“You can be mad all you want, spurn me, I don’t care. But you’re going to learn to deal with me, take my seed, and never pull such idiocy like this ever again!” You grunted in pain as Aegon’s thick fingers curled around your throat.

His plush lips caressed your ear, “That’s reasonable isn’t it dear wife? I’m not a monster. Perhaps you should look in the mirror.” He picked up the shard again, your bloodied face and hateful eyes in the reflection, Aegon grinning. Tears welled up at your nigh unrecognizable face.

He threw it away, still holding your throat, silver hair tickling your pulsing neck. Aegon hummed, “Now promise me. You're going to be a good little wife and take my seed, then no more nonsense.”

You nodded, choking out a ‘yes’!

Aegon let go, you falling to the side to hold your neck, breathing in harsh pants. He looked over you, eyes calculating, dark. You shucked off the bloodied shift, throwing it to the side. He raised a brow. “What’s this?”

You pushed him backward, nails digging into his pale shoulders. Aegon grinned, hands coming around to rest on your hips, smearing more blood, something about it was primal and arousing— the tacky feeling, iron in the air.

Disgusting anger filled you, anger at your own body betraying you, anger at his snarky face, and anger at the whole fucking lot of dragon seed in this Keep. It made you unbearably aroused in a sick way, seeking to fuck the anger out, the anger made you want carnal pain. Aegon is a piece of shit but he could provide that.

Leaning forward, breasts pushed to him, you sneered, “Yes, lord husband, I’ll do my duty. Take your cock and seed as you see fit. No better than I, you’ve thought about it before.”

“Wringing the life out of that slim neck, watching that haughty look of yours fall off your face? Magnificent.”

You huffed a laugh at that, feeling his full prick swell against your bare cunt. Sealing your lips over his puffy ones, it was a battle of teeth and tongue. More blood spilled from your lip as he bit at it, lapping it up as you moaned, squirming atop him.

Aegon smacked your ass, sucking and nibbling your jaw as he murmured, “Gods you're an uppity bitch, yet I've wanted to fuck you for so long now.” He nipped at your neck again, moving down to pop a nipple in his mouth, moving you around.

You moaned in delight, arching and rolling your hips along his shaft, earning his noises, and stimulating your sensitive buds further. Yanking on his hair you breathed, “I didn't want to catch a disease from you, but you've grown comely, little brother.

The blonde pinched your other nipple roughly, popping off with a string of drool. Aegon grinned. “That’s the closest thing I've gotten of a compliment for you. No diseases I’m aware of, I pay fine money for my whores.” He smacked your ass again— sharp and loud as you cried out.

“You want to ride my cock dearest? Have your illusion of control?”

“Fuck you.”

He shrieked in laughter as you rose, slick cunt dripping. Your toned thighs, thick with muscle from dragon riding, lowered upon his prick. You bit back the guttural noise forced out of your throat, his prick tearing and bullying its way into your untouched cunt.

Aegon groaned, his hands digging into your hips as you panted, feeling blood join your slick. With a harsh pant, you leaned forward again, hands on his shoulders as you rode Aegon’s thick cock, the sight of blood and slick making his eyes shine.

He growled, “That’s a good princess, you’re mine now, such a little freak, getting all hot from blood and pain. A true Targaryen aren’t you, angry, vicious cunts.” He moaned when you slapped him, splitting his puffy lip. Crashing your lips against his, you lapped it up, slipping your tongue to mix with his.

He met you halfway, cock spearing you as you rolled down in quick jerks, nothing pretty. It was raw, grunts and rough slaps filling the room. Aegon’s big hand cracked down on your ass, your eyes rolling up as he dominated the kiss.

He panted against your lips.

“Gods— you’re fucking divine. Should’ve known you’d like it like this. Hard and fast, bloody, like some degenerates in those houses on the edge of the Street of Silk. I oughta take you some time. We can fuck someone together, hm?”

Your hips stuttered at the thought, mouth falling open to groan his name, gargling out a ‘fuck yes!’ Aegon grinned, groaning as you rode him harder, tits bouncing as you forced his thick length deeper. Your pussy was dragging and pulsing, wanting more and more, tightening.

The prince’s back arched as his cock pulsed, grunting your name as he shivered. He was close as you, groaning, “Good fucking wife, yes, gonna stuff you full of seed, take you out before you have to sit around and let me stuff you with more— our godsdamned babe. Want that?”

You nodded, hips moving at a breakneck pace, pleading, “Yes, yes, let’s take the town, show me, show me before I’m stuck to this wretched godsdamned keep. I’m your only cunt then, fit for you to fuck.”

He grew breathier at the idea, greedy hands massaging and plucking at your tits, lips biting and nipping your neck while groaning. You felt a jolt from him, Aegon crying out huskily as he emptied into you, forcing you onto your back as he fucked his seed into you with loud squelches.

You cried out, back arching at the sensation, the flood of hot gush drawing your climax out, milking Aegon further, begging him to fuck you more, the prince whining until a second one hit you, lurid squelching filling the room as he chanted your name, falling forward as you writhed and squeezed him, about to rip his pretty hair out.

Silence finally fell over the room save panting.

You knew there was a method of waiting, waiting until the seed could take. blood and cum were tacky on your body. He finally relented, pulling out with a sweet peck, hissing. You made a soft noise as your cunt leaked his spend, chest heaving.

Aegon laid on his back next to you. He smiled his little smile, lips puffed and lip-sided from busting the bottom. He splayed a hand over your belly, laughing, “And what a claim this will be, huh?”

Dread filled you once again. But with his babe in your belly, you could swing some leeway. With a hoarse chuckle, you replied, “Indeed a claim it is. I think it’s all over us.”

He laughed again, eyes sparkling, “Eh, I thought it would be worse.”

Could it?

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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ok but chubby!Aeg with a new wife reader and him just fucking her constantly with a breeding kink and barely letting her out of his chambers until his family finds her would be incredible...

And good luck with your period beautiful, it seems I'm headed there as well

sorry for the delayed response lovely, hope you are better now xox this ask is delicious, thank you for sending it in! any type of Aeg with a breeding kink is something else...

Duty to the Realm.

PAIRING: chubby!King!Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen!fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,522.

WARNINGS: arranged marriage, breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slightly cruel!Aegon ii, female receiving (f*ingering), edging, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming, swearing, posessive!Aegon, p in v sexual intercourse, mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I may have gotten carried away a little bit, but that's okay. shoutout for my bitchass anon, that seems to be OBSESSED with me, enjoy reading and hating on this asshole.

The marital duty expected of the woman to the man was one of a common, natural phenomena, that many in the realm would often not bat an eye to, yet one that held great anticipation for you, in your case. Particularly considering, your lawful husband was no other than the sole King of the Seven Kingdoms. An heir was the ultimate and primary responsibility, expected of you both to fulfil. A royal decree and order of the Faith.

He was to bed you as much as it pleased your Sire, as you were to carry and birth as many lively heirs as possible, blessed as the Gods saw fit. Your anointed Septas had spoken to you countlessly to this coming night, and your dearest mother before her untimely passing: all reinstating the other, that childbirth was no easy game. A duty of womankind and also an honour. To be blessed by the Mother herself, with the gift to carry and birth healthily.

Nonetheless, arrangements made, your House meticulously selected, as your husband to be, Aegon the Second of his name, had been thoroughly consulted by his liege council, thought that the most viable candidate to bear the shared responsibility of carrying out the infamous Targaryen dynasty, was you. Now that the Dance had come to its long-awaited end, Aegon the ultimate successor, reparations needed to be made and lines secured for the generations forthcoming.

The wedding was a swift and grandiose occasion: rich food and wine, opulent gifts and crowds [many faces unfamiliar to yourself] gathered in abundance, the union was legitimised by the Faith of the Seven, binded by law. Aegon scarcely spoke to you during the special occasion besides catching his lingering, lilac eyes fleeting over towards you. Strangely you had also noticed, Aegon would not allow for you to speak for yourself. Often promptly intercepting, answering general questions and well wishes on your behalf, before a peep escaped your reddened lips: you found it odd and somewhat harrowing.

It was an ambivalent feeling, as though Aegon acknowledged your physical presence, yet refused to grant you the privilege to speak nor appreciate you? You felt trivial against his stance, nothing more than a vessel at his complete disposal. You came to the haste, haunting conclusion of neglect... "Aegon does not love me."

Aegon took you to bed that dreadful night, ruling against his Council for a meek audience to be present. He vowed a promise, his lingering words "the deed will be done" remained echoing in your thoughtlessly numb mind. The door locked as Aegon saw to it himself, no words spared other than fleeting glances, as he took a swift swing of his Dornish wine that accompanied him, as he departed from the feast with you. Observing Aegon this near, his authority in the realm, was not the only quality in him that held a substantially formidable presence...

Unlike his younger brothers, Aegon was fuller in size. His stocky thighs and legs accentuated in size by the tightly fitted breeches, was accompanied by a portly round stomach that looked tense and swollen from the delectable wedding feast and drinking. Not that you had much of an appetite that evening, however, Aegon did not halt when a full serving was laid in front of him, nor the seconds that he demanded for, or a slice of the exquisite cake. One thing you had noticed tonight that you had never heard of before, was that Aegon had an impressive appetite. Whether it was from the nerves of having to bed a woman he scarcely knew, or the undeniable, looming fear of failing to provide an heir, he ate intensely and seemed to enjoy himself rather. The way he'd savour his last few bites, eyes rolling back in satisfaction, how he did not shy away from sculling two full pitchers worth of wine [yet remained stable on his feet and wickedly alert]. Although, a strange, yearning sensation began to churn below, a dull ache growing stronger right between your inner thighs, as you fleetingly observed Aegon's large hand tenderly palming over his distended belly. Close enough in his proximity, you heard an occasional low belch escape from Aegon's plump, greasy lips, poorly attempting to muffle his discomfort with a tight fist over his mouth.

Now in the privacy of your shared, royal chambers, his arms looked strong and sturdy: the flesh of his fingers pooling tightly around his precious rings. Although his face was wildly handsome as most Targaryen men beared celestial-like attributes, history would tell. The ruggedness remaining evident from blatant, healing scars strewed across the side of his cheek and forehead, proof of the recent battles he had bravely fought and won, did not hinder your undeniable attraction towards him. And yet, there was also a softness to his features, the flesh of his jaw ample and blurred, his cheeks plump.

You prayed in that very moment, that Aegon was just as pleased about you, as you were with him.

Undressing himself off his fine fabrics, lashing the pieces onto the floor as though they cost nothing, your tense body froze completely, as Aegon took slow strides towards you. Only inches apart, his rough hands snaking their way behind your illustrious gown, untying the strings effortlessly, as though this was not the first time he had bedded a woman.

"You know what is expected of you," Aegon firmly uttered, his tone unfaltering and deep, you felt your body grow rigid, as his rough hands met your bare skin, the gown loosely falling off your body.

Your naked body rigid, and mind frail, you could not muster the valour to respond timely, seemingly infuriating Aegon.

"Speak woman, use your words for me."

Feeling his thumb simultaneously flicking at your sensitive, perked nipple, sent shivers down your spine, his fierce, glowing eyes cursing from your breasts to your timid face.

"Y-Yes, my dear," You delicately stuttered, your sullen breath hitching in your throat, as you tried to focus solely on fixating your gaze on Aegon and not daring to look to the ground.

"Hmm, therefore you realise what is expected of me, yes? As your dutiful husband and as the King of the Seven Kingdoms, you understand what I must do to you, yes?"

Aegon's hand that was previously occupied playfully kneading and teasing your breast, now sneaked below to your waist, along with his other, his fingertips firmly tightening around the curves for your hips. His head tilted down, lowering his taller height to meet yours, as his lips found their way melting over your flushed skin.

"Y-Yes my King. Y-Yes, Aegon. A child I must bear, an heir... As many heirs as you see fit my King, I will do as you ask, as you please."

A low growl etched from Aegon's throat, animalistic even, as they momentarily broke free from you, as his thumb now gently grazing over your blush cheek and shut lips.

"Together we share this burden, but rest assured, my dear. I will do everything in my power to ensure the Kingdom has an heir. If that means fucking you day and night, sealing you in this room and chaining you to this bed then so be it. Till your dripping proudly of my seed until you take. Not until I see your belly swell greatly with my babe growing inside, may I let you roam the halls freely once more. Understood?"

"Understood."

That night Aegon took you to bed with caution and great intent. He was effortless in handling you, guiding and adjusting your body according to his positions, lifting and carrying you as though you weighed nothing more than a feather. Kissing you abundantly and with passion, often suckling at your tender flesh around your neck and breasts, you felt the spots that he had latched onto growing sore. His eager mouth occupied, his free hand found its way to your cunt, now moist with excitement, throbbing for something more. He remained generous, inserting two of his longest, thick digits inside, pumping himself in a steady, slow pace, feeling your keen walls stretching mildly, clenching around the base of his knuckles, the deeper he plunged himself in. With each helpless moan that slipped from your mouth that he earned, the deeper he shoved himself in, feeling a slick smirk spread against your neck.

"That's it, my love. You don’t even need to tell me just how bad you need your King to fuck you, I can practically feel your body begging for me, baby."

Countless more breathless moans escaped your lips that you'd desperately bit shut, that you could no longer resist. The silent void of the room gradually filling with the natural sounds of lust, as you stuttered and whimpered your King's name aloud.

"Ugh- A-Aeg. I need my King n-now. I w-want my Aeg-"

"Fuck-" Aegon spat, his teeth softly biting down on the ample flesh of your breast, tugging at your tender skin, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shock you, before letting loose. All the while unknowing to you, your Grace had a third digit inserted deep within your walls, his fist now coated in your pooling wetness, oozing between the gaps of your entrance, as his pace had hasten, his thick fingers deeply inside pumping and pushing against the natural tightness of your enclosure. The strange, dense weight and friction of his fingertips rousing against your sensitive clit.

"That's right. Warming you up so, yet it seemed you were already a soaking mess for me, my love.”

Muffled moans as you weakly attempted to fight the urge to scream and beg for more. Aegon's wicked fingers inside, tormenting you as he quickened his pace and the ferocity of his motion. Your back arching lusciously, as your hips bucked upwards and back again, motioning for more.

"Think you are ready for me, baby? Think you are ready to take my cock, till I fuck you full of my hot seed. Are you ready to be a mother?"

"Y-Yes, Aeg!" You breathlessly yelp, your hands having instinctively found their way to his platinum locks, the mottled strands caught in your fingers, as you grasped and pulled at his roots. As your arms outstretched below your sides, your breasts naturally shoved and pressed together in unison, accentuating your obvious cleavage more so, that Aegon helplessly found himself tempted. Only a second bypassed, before the bulky King found himself crawling further up atop your yielding body, with great effort, huffing and puffing as he subtly caught his breath, before burying his handsome face between, suckling at your hard, perky nipples. His heavy, round belly laid sprawled against your own abdomen, feeling his clothed, rigid cock beneath his tight pants, the tense bulge probing at your inner thigh walls.

"Soon these will be greatly full of the Mother's blessed milk, and I will relish myself with the spoils of my babe growing inside. Knowing that it was all my undoing, that made you so. Gods be good, they will be full enough, practically leaking from the vast supply. Our babes will be well fed, and I, too, hmm."

"A-Aeg, I need you. F-Fuck a babe into me, a-and I shall feed and fuck you, a-as you please."

"Mhmm, my good, pretty wife. Already at my mercy-"

Feeling the rush movements of Aegon's free hand below [as the other remained steadying himself], you had no sense of what was occurring below, nor could you see, as his stout belly blocked your view. Yet the sudden, grazing sensation of his moist, hard cock teasing at the entrance of your wet, throbbing folds, you could bear it no more.

"You promise you can take me, baby? Show me how well of an obedient wife you can be, just as much of a pretty one you are."

No warning and no remorse, Aegon shoved his thick, stiff cock into your aching, tight cunt. Despite Aegon's perilous efforts of 'warming you up', nothing amounted to the concoction of sheer ecstasy and pain that coarsed through your veins, as your King's cock, stretched you out, pushing your limits beyond comfort. And yet, you could feel the familiar, dull throbbing sensation growing more palpable by the second: desperately trying to clench around the girth of his fat, bulky circumference, your nails digging into the plump adipose flesh of his broad shoulders and back, as you remained stagnant and tense around him.

"That's it, baby- Fuck. D-Doing so, so well for me. I can just fucking feel how tight you really are around me, fuck! L-Let me just break into you, easy, easy now-"

Moaning cries and whimpers filled Aegon's ears, yet he remained focused. His pace although messy and sloppy was steady, slowly slowly, thrusting himself as equipped as his larger frame would allow him, his solid weight weighing him down against you, you move no further than squirm with remaining, great effort. Feeling his pulsating cock inside, striking adamantly against your cervix, and the pressure of his swollen, distended gut, pressing from above, with each passing second as you felt an immense, stimulating arousal brewing from below. The fierce, physical tensity of Aegon's size inside and out, was invigorating, as your body obediently attempted to adjust to your husband's size.

"Good-Good wife. That's it, baby, I'm going to cum any second now. Fuck this pretty, tight cunt of yours was needy for her King to spoil. I can feel how desperate you are for my babe, huh?"

"Y-Yes, Aeg-"

"I'm going to keep you locked up, all for myself. Till I can fuck as many heirs as I see fit. U-Until this entire quarter is full of our babes, till the realm can hear their cries. You and this tight cunt of yours are not leaving. Not until I'm fucking satisfied. All mine, now."

"Of-Of course, my King-"

"Fuck, Y/N, was I right about you, huh? Obedient from the start, you greedy, little brat, you wanted this just as much as I. Could you imagine yourself as I did, only full of my royal seed, only you worthy to take me."

"O-Only me. M-Made just for you, Aeg, as the Gods deemed it."

"No, woman. I deemed it. I made the decision. I wanted you. O-Only this cunt to take my seed, these hips to grow wide for the birth, and this belly to swell proudly. Till I see these tits leak and you waddling around, begging me to hold and carry you, this was all my undoing from the start. I am the King, the closest thing to the Gods, and farthest from men."

"Th-Then I am eternally at your mercy and will. M-My beloved-"

As you felt the tense excitement sparking below, the invigorating relief as your wetness had reached a peaking climax, the shudder of chills that echoed through your body, the momentum evaporated, as you twitched and felt feeble against Aegon’s sturdy build. Your wetness drenching his cock, as it once more, oozed heavily against your folds and inner thighs. Aegon's immediate, instinctive release adjunct to your own, earned a mouthful of deep, growling moans and breathless swears from the King himself in relief. His hot, ample seed shot through inside, painting your inner walls, as you felt his body weight drop even more against you, all energy exerted.

Shifting himself to your side, as to not suffocate you against his bulky frame, embracing your flustered, exhausted self in his strong arms, his twitching, thick cock, however remained buried inside.

"Tonight we shall remain united as man and woman, like so. Heed my words earnestly, Y/N. Until I see this belly grow round and full, you will stay in this chamber, until I say otherwise. You obey no other orders unless directly from me, understood? I will send maids to help you, you will not lift a single finger so long as you are my wife. You answer to no one but me.”’

Feeling your nod against his plump, meaty chest. Aegon’s hands found their way to your unkempt, loose hair. Brushing the strands off your sweaty, blush face. Although his words were stern and mildly threatening, his actions remained tender.

“B-But what if the Gods do not see me fit to mother your heirs? W-what if I am… What if I am barren, my King?”

Aegon’s silence was eerily unnerving, although his breath did not hitch in shock of your sudden question, his breathing now regained to stability, remained unfaltering as he contemplated.

“You are my wife, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. If anyone wishes to question your purpose in my life, regardless of whom, will answer to me… The King. And they will anguish as I see fit.”

The bright days and chill nights had passed since the wedding night. Aegon, committed to his promise, whenever his duty fulfilled and time free, he would return to you, only to embrace you, love you and fuck you. Proudly filling you day and night full of a fresh batch of his seed, despite practically still being a drenching mess from when he had last left you. Servants attended to your every need: when he felt he had you exhausted, pushed to your limits, your body delicate and tiresome eyes drifting off to a deep slumber. He would let you be, only sharing close proximity as he embraced you cozily. He ordered the chefs to have your supper and meals sent piping hot, in a timely manner and occasionally found himself joining you in attendance, than his own family feasts. A table set up for the both of you, an intimate quiet dinner between a husband and his wife. He much preferred your company, anyways.

His family, more often the Dowager Queen and Hand, himself, promptly questioned Aegon regarding your whereabouts, he would disclose to you.

“At one point my dear mother had feared you’d run away,” Aegon chuckled, as he scoffed a piece of his roast down, followed by a scull of his wine.

“And what if I had? Would you let me be, or have Ser Arryk sent out to seek me out, dear husband?”

Aegon’s familiar eyes flashed towards you instantly, although the longing, tender look was replaced with a cold, menacing pierce.

“Go against this union, means you go against my decision… The decision of your King. I would send out a whole battalion if need be, and when I have you in my grasp, I will rid you of this luxury and see to it that I lock you up in one of the cells below the Red Keep. Fuck you like a common whore, and summon you like a predator to its prey. Until I’m certain you’ve learnt your lesson… Now are you still tempted to run?”

Shaking your head promptly, Aegon’s half-hearted smirk was enough to ease the tension. With all the intimacy involved, you had both gradually become quite comfortable with one another, enough to speak your minds, as Aegon often urged from you on your behalf. Although, only between you two. He firmly ordered for servants and guards alike, to be absent during your shared moments, in an attempt to ease you into speaking with confidentiality and also, to avoid whispers being spread. After the Dance, Aegon was often sceptical of people’s intentions, considering all the treachery he’d been exposed to during the early years of his reign.

Regardless, it was Aegon who was the first to notice subtle changes, only adding it all up when you had meekly disclosed to him that you had not bled in the past two months. Immediately he sought a guard to fetch for the maester and soon enough, his long-awaited wishes had been confirmed.

Aegon often watched over you more intensely now, his eyes ogling over your swelling belly, how the waistline of your gown had grown slightly tighter around your stomach, and your breasts looking fuller, more sensitive under his teasing touch. Relieved, however it was far from the end for Aegon... The King himself, had become even more brutally protective over you, and the babe inside, still adamant on keeping you confined, rested and guarded.

"No harm will come towards you or the babe, so long as I breathe and rule."

He even had Sunfyre tenaciously fly above your tower, granting him peace of mind that no threat could overpower the fury of a dragon.

Nonetheless, the Gods had blessed you to full term, and a healthy babe was born. A son, a true embodiment of the Targaryen dynasty, and the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Aegon was beyond sated that you and the babe had recovered from the gruelling nature of birth, and seldom to his words, he allowed you free to roam, with the newborn warmly nestled in your arms, and Aegon relentlessly by your side. That was until, the King felt the desire for yet another heir to be proclaimed."Need I remind you of our wedding night, my beloved... You promised your King as many heirs. It is only natural as a true-born Targaryen, that I take what is mine."

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Under the Mistletoe ~ Down In Flames

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

summary: The infamous Christmas party that occurred before the events of Down In Flames.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: drinking, smoking, angst, descriptions & mentions of vomiting, cheating

note: this was so SO fun to revisit and write for my babies!! it honestly made me tear up how easy it was to slide back into the story, I hope you all enjoy it! 🩷

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“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly.

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off.

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?”

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together.

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.”

You smirk at him then.

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him.

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory.

Then

You slam the door to Aegon’s car, hurrying up the steps toward the Targaryen mansion, heels clicking against the stone walkway. The mansion is alive with guests, you can hear the music from outside as you shiver in the frigid winter air.

“Will you-shit-” Aegon mumbles, struggling to get out of the passenger side, hitting his head as he does, “Fucking stop!”

A wave of anger passes through you, but you do as Aegon says, coming to a stop and turning on your heel.

“You’re supposed to be sober,” you hiss at him.

“It’s Christmas!”

You turn away from him, but he grabs your arm pouting.

“C’mon it's a party, baby please,” Aegon whines, voice breaking.

“It’s barely sundown, and we just fucking got here,” your lip curls with anger and disgust, “Your mom is going to be pissed Aeg.”

“She won’t even notice,” he argues, sliding a hand through his hair, before digging in his suit jacket for a cigarette.

“Fucking hell,” you groan as he struggles to light it, “You were supposed to drive.”

“Gimme the keys,” Aegon says, lips firmly around the now-lit cigarette.

You reach up, plucking it from his lips and smashing it underneath your shoe.

“That’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m a great driver.”

A reminder to you, to hide the keys later.

“You’re an asshole,” you tell him and he frowns.

“You love it,” he argues, reaching for another cigarette.

“Do not,” you warn him and he gives an exasperated sigh.

“You my mom now?”

“Your actual mom is waiting. And your dad. They miss you.”

It’s true. Aegon rarely answers phone calls or texts from Alicent, so she’s taken to communicating through you.

“Yeah, whatever,” Aegon grumbles, “I’m just tired, okay? Band practiced late last night.”

You hold his gaze. It’s always been so easy for him to lie to you. You think for a moment if you should call him on his shit, knowing damn well there was no rehearsal the previous night. Jace and Luke had grabbed drinks with Baela and you.

“Sure,” you answer, choosing not to pick a fight.

Aegon reaches for you, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You lace your fingers through his and walk into his parents’ house.

The Targaryens are known for their lavish parties, and their winter holiday party is no exception. They’ve invited everyone they know, the extravagant mansion is filled with people dressed in suits and silk dresses for the occasion. The grand staircase in the foyer is wrapped with garland; a deep forest green with twinkling lights snaking up the banisters.

Several Christmas trees are present, each with a different color scheme. You remember Alicent telling you once she has them decorated for each of Viserys’ children. One entirely gold, another decorated with glittering red ornaments, and another sparkling green and bronze.

“Hey,” Helaena greets you, making her way through the crowd.

Her silver hair is curled, half pulled away from her face in a braided bun that rests near the crown of her head. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that hugs her figure, a pair of snowflake earrings dangling from her ears. She wraps her arm around you in a hug, eyes flickering to Aegon.

The floral scent of her perfume engulfs you and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself. Aegon always has your heart rate at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?” Hel asks as she pulls away, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mhmm, just peachy,” you tell her, as Alicent approaches.

She loops her arms around Aegon and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey Mom,” he says softly, but you know he’s enjoying the attention.

Alicent pulls away, stroking some silver hair from his face.

“How are you?” she asks, smiling softly.

Her eyes dart over to you and she kisses your cheek, before returning her attention to her eldest son.

“I’m okay,” Aegon grumbles, “Promise.”

“I thought you’d come with Aemond,” Alicent says.

You look around the room. Aemond’s pretty hard to miss, standing over six feet tall with his platinum hair and sapphire eye that catches any light in the room. You haven't seen him yet. You do however catch the eye of Daemon, who is seated currently, Rhaenyra standing to his side conversing with someone. His lips curl into a smile and he nods, as you look away.

You spot Baela and Jace hanging around the corner of the room and waltz over to them. Baela is the first to notice you, whistling appreciatively at your outfit. The deep midnight blue dress hugs every curve perfectly, with several sparkles glittering throughout the fabric making the dress appear as though it was crafted from the night sky.

“You look damn good, girl,” Baela says as she hugs you.

“Thanks, Bae,” you tell her, “You look stunning.”

Baela gives a small twirl. Most of her silver curls are piled atop her head, with a few strands loose to frame her face. The dress she wears is blood red, her cleavage spilling from the top. Jace’s cheeks are red, his eyes following Baela’s every move.

“Where’s Rhaena?” you ask.

“Where do you think?” Baela snorts.

You look around the room and sure enough spot Rhaena, twirling a silver loc between her fingers, leaning against the wall conversing with Aemond. He’s looking the other way, directly at you, hair pulled away from his face in a low bun. You catch his eye momentarily before you look away.

“She’s relentless,” Baela chastises, “But he seems in a good mood tonight. Didn’t bring that woman with him.”

“What was her name again?” you ask and Baela shrugs.

You remember who she’s talking about. An older woman Aemond had begun hooking up with.

“I think he stopped seeing her,” Jace comments, taking a sip of his drink.

“Where’s Aegon?” Baela asks, though her tone suggests she wanted to avoid the topic.

You sigh as Luke joins you, holding out a glass of wine for you to take.

“You look like you need this,” he tells you as you graciously accept.

You take a sip and Baela raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes looking around the room. It’s easy to find Aegon, he’s sitting on the couch, telling some story to a dark-haired girl who’s perched on the armrest next to him. His hand is twitching, as though it wants to wander up the length of her thigh.

“He’s socializing,” you tell them, through your teeth.

“He’s disrespecting you,” Baela argues, nostrils flaring, “I’m going over there-”

“Don’t,” you warn, grabbing her arm, “I don’t want to make a scene. Not tonight.”

“This is such bullshit Y/N,” she argues.

“Just not tonight,” you beg, “Please.”

Her eyes bore into yours. Avoid, avoid, avoid. It’s what you do best. If you avoid it long enough, perhaps he’ll change. Maybe he’ll wake up and realize you’re all he needs. You don’t say this aloud. But Baela can see it in your eyes.

“Tomorrow he’s fair game,” she tells you, “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I’d pay money to see that,” Luke says, nodding.

Baela pushes him in the shoulder and he feigns being in pain.

“Anyone want to do shots?” he asks when he’s recovered.

You glance at Aegon, still entranced with someone else.

“Let’s do it,” you tell Luke, who cheers in response.

You follow him across the room, grabbing Rhaena’s hand to force her into joining. She makes a noise of protest but Aemond takes the opportunity to walk across the room, joining his grandfather in a conversation.

“Y/N!” Rhaena whines as you hand her a shot glass.

“You’re drooling,” you tell her, “Stop it.”

“I am not,” she hisses, but she takes the shot.

“Let him come to you,” you advise, downing your own shot, “I feel like Aemond likes a chase.”

“I feel like Aemond doesn’t like anything or anyone,” Rhaena argues.

“Then why do you like him?” you wonder, eyes flickering to where he stands across the room.

Rhaena flushes, and shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, “He seems sweet, he just needs to open a little bit. And I’m a great listener.”

“I know you are,” you say, giving her nose a boop, “Just make sure you’re being careful, okay?”

“He didn’t bring Alys,” she says excitedly, “I think he’s available again.”

Alys. That was her name. You look at Aemond again, meeting his eye as he takes a sip from his drink. Otto Hightower follows his gaze, landing on you. You turn from them both. Otto Hightower sends a shiver up your spine.

“I’m going back over there,” Rhaena says, “How do I look?”

You smile affectionately at her. The rose pink dress she wears, the glitter on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful. Aemond doesn’t deserve her. You’re not sure why he hasn’t returned her affections.

“You look amazing,” you tell her, and then she’s off.

You stay with Luke for a while, alternating between shots and wine. Aegon has vanished to some other part of the room, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. If he doesn’t, why should you?

You move about the room, pushing past people trying to find a spot to rest your feet. Your heels are very cute but not very uncomfortable. You walk over near the door frame that leads into the kitchen, leaning against it. You close your eyes to steady yourself, and take a deep breath; the room has started to spin.

“You’re under the mistletoe,” a voice says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

Daemon Targaryen.

A giggle slips through your lips. What the fuck. You must have had more alcohol than you thought if you were giggling at the antics of Daemon Targaryen. He’s painfully handsome, you have to admit, but you’ve barely spoken more than a few words to him.

“I guess I am,” you tell him, glancing up at the green plant that hangs above your head.

“Where’s Aegon?” Daemon asks, leaning forward, a strand of silver hair falling into his face.

You bite your lip, tapping a nail against your glass. He’s handsome. Older. Your cheeks flush and your gaze runs along his chest, down the front of his tie, down to his belt buckle. You force your eyes to move back to his face and are greeted by a small smirk.

“I don’t know,” you tell him, letting your lashes flutter suggestively.

“Shame for him,” Daemon murmurs.

He’s inching closer, a large hand pawing at your waist, drawing you nearer. It would be so easy to let him have you. It’d been so long since someone wanted you, really wanted you. Aegon wouldn’t have to know. The party guests could care less who Daemon kissed.

Almost all of them.

Aemond had been watching you for the majority of the evening. Downing glass after glass, not bothering to pace yourself. You were miserable, he could tell, as you often were. Still, he kept to the sidelines, watching from afar. But now he couldn’t take any more.

Aemond strode through the crowd, making his way toward you and Daemon. A snarl appeared on his face as Daemon placed his free hand on the side of your face. Your lips were plump and ready to be kissed, eyes fluttering shut before Aemond pulled you from Daemon’s grasp.

“Enough,” he growled.

“Just a bit of holiday fun,” Daemon assured him, leaning against the wall.

Aemond doesn’t release his grip on your arm, long fingers digging into you painfully as he pulls you down a hallway. Your legs struggle to keep up with his wide strides, heels catching on the carpet.

“What’s the big fucking deal? It’s a game, Aemond, a silly tradition,” you tell him, yanking your arm away.

He’s just like Aegon. Rough, demanding, bullying. Pulling you this way and that. Aemond turns to you, lip curled in distaste.

“Cheating is a game?”

“Aegon seems to think so,” you snap, rubbing your arm.

“So you’ve finally stooped to his level then? How mature of you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Real classy of you, who’s next you think? Daeron?”

“Certainly not you,” you seethe.

Aemond’s nostrils flare, violet eye full of rage. You stare him down for a moment, chest heaving with every breath.

“I’m not interested,” Aemond says through his teeth.

“I figured,” you tell him, shoving past him.

“Y/N-”

“What?” you say, turning to face him once more, “What else, Aemond? If you have something to me, say it.”

You take a step closer. You fucking hate him. The judgemental look in his eye is written all over his face. The pure loathing that rolls off of him, creates tension in the space between you.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Aemond says, shaking his head and looking away, “Besides sober the fuck up. Aegon’s enough to deal with. I don’t need to be dragging your ass home too.”

“I hate you,” you snap, feeling childish.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, lower lip trembles. You can feel your eyes beginning to well with angry tears. You don’t even know where Aegon is at this point. Aemond meets your eyes then.

“Great.”

“I do.”

“Fucking fantastic, Y/N.”

“Screw you!”

“Screw you!” Aemond says, raising his voice, “This the reaction you’re looking for? Huh?”

You take a step back and something flickers across Aemond’s face. Regret.

“Find Aegon if you’re trying to pick a fight,” he tells you, moving to leave.

“I’m….” you swallow, “I’m going to be sick.”

“What?” Aemond asks.

“I’m-” the rest of the sentence doesn’t happen as you slam your hand over your mouth, pushed by Aemond, trying to find the nearest bathroom.

“Y/N!”

Your name fades into the background as the blood rushes to your head and you have the last hour of drinks into Alicent’s favorite fern.

“Oh shit,” Aemond says, turning away as you continue to retch.

“Get Baela!” you moan, but it comes out as garbled speech.

“What?”

“Baela!”

“Yes, okay, yeah, I’ll get her,” Aemond says, shuffling awkwardly before leaving to find Baela.

When he returns you’re laying on your side, in the fetal position, dress scrunched around your waist. Aemond flushes slightly at the exposed flesh of your thighs before Baela kneels pulling your dress down.

“Shit,” Baela groans, “Fucking Aegon and his stupid fucking prick-faced, shit-head-”

“Bae,” you whine.

“C’mon,” Baela says, helping you to your feet, “We have to get her home.”

Aemond nods.

“I can drive,” he tells Baela.

“Where’s Aeg?” you moan, “Where is he?”

Baela and Aemond lock eyes. Neither can answer. Luckily, they’re spared the answer when your stomach lurches once more and you heave, vomiting on Aemond’s shoes.

“Fucking-” Aemond yells, face twisting in disgust.

Baela’s eyes widen, a harsh laugh slipping through her parted lips. Aemond glares at her.

“It’s not funny,” Baela says, trying to hide her smile.

She shakes her head, curls bouncing around her face. Aemond kicks his feet, stomach-turning before he grabs your face with his hands.

“No more,” he tells you, staring into your watery eyes, “We have to go through the party.”

“I can’t help it,” you groan, trying to twist your face out of his hands.

Aemond holds your face tightly in his grasp; his calloused hands are warm against your cheeks.

“Yes, you can. Just until we’re outside,” he commands you, “C’mon you love a challenge.”

It’s your turn to glare at him, but you nod biting your tongue. Aemond pats your cheeks almost affectionately.

“Good girl, okay let's go,” Aemond says, walking toward the main room.

“Do not puke,” Baela tells you as she loops her arms around you, guiding you forward.

By some miracle, you manage to say goodbye to Alicent and make it through to the rest of the guests. But when you’re on the front steps you heave once more into the rose bushes that litter the front of the house.

Your stomach is nearly empty at this point, it's just painful dry heaves that send you curling into yourself. Your head pounds and you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

As Baela lays you down in the back of Aemond’s car, Aegon stumbles out of the house. Baela glares at him, sharing a knowing look with Aemond as Aegon fixes his belt buckle.

“What happened?” Aegon says, frowning at the sight.

“She’s wasted you dickhead,” Baela snaps, brushing some hair from your face.

Aegon climbs into the back of the car, placing your head on his lap. Baela rolls her eyes as he strokes some hair from your face, and whispers in your ear. Aemond slams the car door shut.

“You coming with?” he asks Baela, heading to the driver’s side.

Baela doesn’t answer, she simply opens the passenger side door and slips inside.

The drive home is quick, not that you remember much of it. The last thing you remember is Baela tucking you into bed, securing the covers around your chin.

“What about me?” Aegon grumbles, lips forming a pout, “You gonna tuck me in too Bae?”

“You sleep in the living room,” Baela says, throwing Aegon a pillow, “Sober up asshole.”

“Fuck off,” Aegon grumbles, but Aemond places a hand on his shoulder.

“Couch,” he tells Aegon, glare murderously.

“Whatever,” Aegon says, beginning to strip his clothing, leaving a trail behind him as he heads to the living room.

Baela glances at Aemond, who still stands in the doorway, gaze locked on your sleeping figure.

“I should call Jace,” Baela says, stroking the hair from your face, “Let him know I’m crashing here.”

Aemond hums in response, glancing at your sleeping figure as Baela pulls out her phone.

“I’ll make sure Aegon leaves her alone,” Aemond tells her, “Tell Jace to pick you up.”

Baela looks him up and down.

“You sure?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he assures her and she shrugs, walking out of the room.

Aemond closes the door behind him as he leaves after Baela, not without giving you one last long look.

When you wake, your head is pounding. You groan, mouth feeling like it's full of sawdust before you rise from bed and exit the bedroom.

You walk into the kitchen, meaning to pour yourself a glass of water. A snore startles you and you flinch, turning toward the living room. Aegon is sleeping, mouth open, arm dangling off the side. You walk over to him, poking his cheek.

“Fuck off Aemond-” he grumbles, turning.

“Nice,” you tell him as he peers up at you.

“Can I come to bed now?” he asks.

“Not sure why you weren’t there,” you tell him, “It’s your room.”

Aegon rises, the blankets falling to the floor revealing his naked form.

“Your knight in shining armor didn’t allow it,” he grumbles, walking past you toward his room.

“Who?”

But Aegon doesn’t answer, he just walks into his room. You hear the squeak of his bed as he lies down. You retreat back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pour yourself a glass. As you finish you turn, only to be surprised by Aemond standing in front of you. You flinch, dropping your cup, water splashing over the floor and on your bare feet.

“Shit!” you yelp, hopping away from the spill.

Thankfully the cup is plastic and it bounces away from you. You hurriedly grab paper towels laying them on the floor. Aemond stands, not offering any help as you clean up the spill, placing the cup on the counter. You give him a questioning look.

He’s dressed as though he’d just woken up as well, with his hair pulled from his face in a braid and a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hips. His signature silver chain is around his neck disappearing below the neckline of his black tank top that hugs his upper body.

“You vomited,” Aemond tells you.

You frown, a moment of silence falling between you.

“Oh,” you tell him.

“On my shoes,” he finishes.

Aemond stares at you, and you stare back, cheeks reddening with slight embarrassment. Though, at least it was just Aemond. He already hates you, you’ve nothing left to really lose.

“Sorry,” you tell him.

Aemond blinks like he wants to cuss you out before he adjusts his jaw and gives a breathless laugh instead.

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” he asks.

You don’t answer at first. You’ve been asked that question a million times before. By Baela. By Rhaena. By Helaena. Hell, even Alicent has pulled you aside to chat about it. No one ever understands.

“I love him.”

Aemond nods, laughing bitterly. It feels foolish to tell him that.

“That’s it then,” he says, more to himself than to you.

Your brow furrows, confused at his reaction as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He closes his eye, releasing a deep sigh.

“Fuck me,” he groans, exasperated.

You swallow, assuming he’s sick of the drama he’s surrounded by. He should be. It’s fucking exhausting, you and Aegon. Aegon and you. Twin flames consuming one another. Destroying one another.

“Do whatever you want,” he tells you, “Just don’t make me watch.”

“No one’s making you,” you snap.

“No,” he agrees, “I guess you’re right.”

Aemond walks over to you then.

“But don’t expect me to coddle you. I’m not Baela, I’m sure as hell not Rhaena,” he says, eye flickering about your face.

Your breath catches at his closeness.

“Fine,” you tell him.

He’s close enough you can feel his breath on his face. You don’t know what you’re thinking, but you can’t help it, your eyes flicker momentarily to his lips. Aemond notices, and you hear his breathing stop.

“Sleep it off,” he murmurs, breaking the tension.

He leans back giving you a once over, before exiting the kitchen. Aemond calls to you once more as he walks away, keeping his voice low.

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

You’re left in the kitchen, hands clutching your glass of water. You glance out the window, watching as snow falls gently, covering the ground in a layer of powder before silently retreating back to Aegon’s room.

Aemond listens to your footsteps, his back pressed against the closed door of his room, heart beating erratically in his chest. He hears the click of Aegon’s door closing, the soft timbre of your voice flowing through the wall that separates the two rooms.

He can’t make out what you’re saying, just the disappointed tone, the soft whine that creeps into the end of your sentence.

Aemond leans his head against the door, before grabbing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, blasting music to drown out the angry sounds that echo from Aegon’s room.

A habit he has grown tragically accustomed to.

note: thank you so so so SO much again!! I absolutely loved writing this, perhaps I'll have to write some more hehe 😘

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When Jae and Hera start preschool, Aemond and Aegon are such messes haha- Helly is sentimental and sheds a tear or two- Nora is emotional, but she keeps a slightly better composure. Poor Daella is a weepy mess since she's pregnant. "Here they are!" Nora and Hel presented the twins in their cute little uniforms to the rest of the siblings and bestie. Jae wore a little sweater vest over his white shirt, and Hera wore a little plaid green overall dress over her white shirt- St. Baelor's Preschool, a private school where the 1% of the 1% sent their kids- Aemond insisted. The Targ siblings went there when they were little ones. Aegon couldn't hide his tears- he cries more than Hel and maybe even Daella, while Aemond gruffly hides his own tears. "Daddies Daddies look at my outfwit!" Hera twirled, her silver hair in two little pigtails. "Oh babygirl," Aegon picked her up, all sniffling and teary. "Don't you look handsome," Aemond picked up Jaehaerys who beamed, saying, "Look, I look just like you when you go to the owffice Daddy!" Jae told Aemond. "Yea you do, buddy," Aemond said, trying to discreetly wipe a tear. "Okay you crybabies, we're meeting Grandfather and Stev and the school, let's roll." Nora said. "Wasn't crying," Aemond mumbled, walking out hold Jae. "Seasonal allergies," Aeg said, keeping Hera in his arms.

WHY ARE THEY TOO CUTE!

"Look, I look just like you when you go to the owffice Daddy!" Jae told Aemond.

Aemond does take Jae to the office sometimes as well and the secretaries coo.

Aegon cuddles his little girl close and holds her hand the whole car journey whilst Daella stays home to rest

#social media au

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Take My Breath Away VIII

Summary:

A glimpse of the past to understand the present.

Warning(s): Death, Grief, Mourning, Language.

Word Count: 2083

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Vaeryna had no idea what she would face as she descended through the clouds on the back of her Cannibal.

The Velaryon blockade in the Gullet had been attacked by Triarchy ships and caught in the middle had been the ‘Gay Abandon’ the ship that was carrying her brothers Aegon and Viserys to Pentos.

It had been Jace’s idea to send their brothers to foster with the Prince of Pentos during the war to ensure their safety, but not long after their ship had left Dragonstone, the Triarchy attacked.

Jacaerys and his dragon Vermax had gone to aid the Velaryon fleet and rescue Aegon and Viserys, but he had not returned.

Vaeryna hadn't even finished reading the letter from her mother before she had mounted Cannibal and took to the sky.

The sky was filled with thick black smoke as torn sails, and burning galleys littered the surface of the water. Countless ships had been destroyed.

She had arrived to late to help, and now her brothers were missing.

Vaeryna and Cannibal searched the water of the Gullet for what seemed like an age, passing over the countless charred shipwrecks again and again, calling out Jace’s name.

Just when she was about to give up hope, Cannibal let out a low whine as he turned towards a small island outcrop.

It was barely visible through all the smoke, but Vaeryna squinted her eyes and spotted the body of Vermax resting on a distant shoreline.

Cannibal landed with ground shaking thud, and Vaeryna vaulted from his back, tripping over her own feet as she landed heavily in the sand.

“Vermax” muttered Vaeryna as she ran her hand over the dragons maw.

Cannibal lumbered forward and nudged Vermax, but the dragon was unmoved, one of his eyes had been pierced by a cross bow bolt and a grapnel was tangled around one of his hind legs.

“JACAERYS” screamed Vaeryna as she looked out over the dark rippling water.

Cannibal let out a thunderous earth-shattering roar of anger as he loomed protectively over the body of Vermax.

“J-JACE” shouted Vaeryna, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Sister”

Vaeryna whirled around and spotted her younger brother sitting next to a rocky crag, clinging to the dead body of his dragon Stormcloud.

“Aegon” exclaimed Vaeryna as she slowly approached her shaking little brother.

“Stormy is dead” wailed Aegon.

“I’m so sorry” whispered Vaeryna as she pried Aegon away from his dragon and held him in her arms.

“J-Jace saved me” muttered Aegon pressing his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Where is Jace?” asked Vaeryna as she looked around wildly.

Aegon raised a shaky hand and pointed towards the other end of the island outcrop.

“Stay with Cannibal” urged Vaeryna.

Aegon wiped his nose on his sleeve and remained on the ground. His little hands once again reaching for Stormcloud.

Vaeryna ran as fast she could and let out a scream of horror as she found Jacaerys face down in the sand.

“No, no, no” begged Vaeryna as she knelt down beside Jace and rolled him over.

There were three broken arrows lodged in his chest, and by some miracle he was still breathing.

“V-Vaeryna” gurgled Jace a trail of blood running from his mouth.

“Come on, we need to get you back to Dragonstone, to Maester Gerardys”.

“Aeg-“ rasped Jace.

“He’s ok-where’s Viserys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I couldn’t save him-“ wheezed Jace.

The time to grieve Viserys would have to wait until later, because right now Vaeryna had to get Jace and Aegon back to Dragonstone.

Getting Aegon on the back of Cannibal had been easy enough, but Vaeryna couldn’t lift Jace, no matter how hard she tried.

The tears of rage and frustration rolled down her face, she would not leave her husband here to die alone.

Cannibal sensing his rider’s distress, took the initiative and scooped Jace as gently as he could into his clawed foot.

“Hold him tight” urged Vaeryna as she mounted Cannibal, wrapped her arms around Aegon and gave the command to fly.

In all the time they had been bonded Cannibal had never flown so fast, sensing his riders need for haste.

They had to get back, there couldn’t be any delay. Jace needed see Maester Gerardys immediately.

Soon they were landing on Dragonstone and were surrounded by a flurry of guards.

“Take Jace to Gerardys at once” ordered Vaeryna.

“Yes, of course Princess” replied one of the guards as he hoisted Jace into his arms.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Rhaenyra.

“Mother” gasped Vaeryna as she rushed into her mothers arms and hugged her.

“Where is Viserys?” asked Rhaenyra looking for her youngest son.

“H-He’s gone mother, he couldn’t be saved” whispered Vaeryna as she clasped her arms around her mother even tighter to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.

“A-Another of my boys lost to the sea,” cried Rhaenyra.

“Let’s get you inside” said Vaeryna as she took her mother by the hand and led her inside Dragonstone.

Vaeryna gently laid down next to Jace and placed her head on his shoulder.

Maester Gerardys had done everything he could to save Jace, but one of the arrows had pierced an artery close to his heart and there was nothing anyone one could do, and it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to his wounds.

Rhaenyra had been inconsolable at the news and had to be escorted to her own chambers, so the duty of watching over Jacaerys in his final moments had fallen to Vaeryna.

“V-Vaeryna” gasped Jace.

“I’m here” replied Vaeryna as she stroked his cheek.

“I-I’m s-sorry”.

“For what?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I broke my promise” exclaimed Jace.

“None of that matters now” whispered Vaeryna as she placed a kiss on Jace’s forehead.

“L-Love you” wheezed Jace.

“I love you too” replied Vaeryna her eyes filling with tears.

“N-No don’t cry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” said Jace.

“How am I supposed to live without you?” asked Vaeryna sadly.

“Y-You will find a way” said Jace a tear running down his cheek.

“I wish we had more time”.

“J-Just h-hold m-me” stuttered Jace.

Vaeryna didn’t need telling twice and after some careful manoeuvring, she enveloped Jace in her arms and held him close.

In those moments, Vaeryna could almost imagine the life they would've had - Jace's warm smile as they had a wedding in front of their family, his delight when she told him she was with child, his joy when he held his first born in his arms, his love when he held their second, and his pride when their children had their dragons.

Vaeryna could almost picture a boy with her silver hair and a girl with Jace's dark curls.

But that image began to faded away.

Soon Jace’s breathing began to slow until his chest was barely moving, Vaeryna tried to be strong, but she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

They had only just got married, albeit in secret but still, it was theirs and theirs alone. It had been filled with so much love that it had been difficult not to consummate but Jace wanted to wait, there was still a war to be won and he would not risk his mother’s alliance with Lord Corlys as technically he was still betrothed to Baela, and of course the sea snake might see it as an insult if he ever found out.

But such things were not important now, all that mattered was Jacaerys.

Jace squeezed her hand and gave her one last weak smile before his eyes became sightless orbs staring into nothingness.

He was gone and he had taken her heart with him.

Vaeryna didn’t exactly know how long she held Jace’s body against her own, but he’d since grown cold, the warmth leaving him forever.

As much as she didn’t want to let him go, Vaeryna knew she had too, she summoned Maester Gerardys and allowed to make the necessary arrangements with the silent sisters as she went to inform her mother of Jace’s death.

Her mother looked haunted, as she stared at the wall. The tears rolling down her cheeks.

“M-My son. My first boy” wailed Rhaenyra as she rocked back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Vaeryna didn’t answer, she just sat next to her mother in silence, allowing her own grief to swallow her whole.

On the day of Jace’s funeral the still quiet air around Dragonstone was filled with the sounds of high-pitched whistling roars as Caraxes made his approach.

Her father at least had the decency to return for this, although Vaeryna was still upset with him for what she saw him doing at Harrenhal with that dark-haired green-eyed whore.

Vaeryna always believed that the type of love her parents had was the stuff of those fairytale books that she used to read as a child. All consuming, ridiculous, and downright gross at times. But then she fell in love with Jace, and she finally understood that what her parents had wasn’t so bad.

But to see her father intimately embraced with a woman who wasn’t her mother, kind of shattered the illusion of true love a little bit, because if a love like what Daemon and Rhaenyra had could be broken, then what hope was there for the rest of them.

She knew her parents had been having issues since the Blood and Cheese incident, but it was still no excuse for her father to take another woman bed.

The brazen whore-Alys she was called, was a creature of opportunity and had tried to tempt Vaeryna with her sweetened voice, whispering of prophecy and visions in the flames. But it was to no avail as Vaeryna would not listen to the incessant ramblings of a wanton ally cat with looser morals than her old cunny.

No. Today was not the time to dwell on her father’s questionable exploits it was about paying respects to Jacaerys and saying goodbye.

There so few of them left now, and in her solitude, Rhaenyra had grown paranoid for the lives of her remaining children.

So, after the funeral had been conducted and Jace’s body had been burnt by the fires of her dragon Syrax, Rhaenyra had commanded Vaeryna to take her little brother Aegon to the Vale.

It was actually Daemon who gave pause, he mused that word would soon spread about the battle of the Gullet and the losses incurred. But what if it was assumed that Aegon had also perished alongside his brothers.

He was the last male child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and he was a risk to the Greens, what better way to ensure his continued safety than to have people think that he was dead.

Vaeryna had so far stayed out of the war at her mothers command and if she was to return to the Vale with Aegon under cloak no one would be any wiser.

Of course, Lady Jeyne would need to be informed of the situation, but it was the only way to ensure Aegon’s safety whilst the war still raged.

Rhaenyra was hesitant to agree at first, but he was the last of her sons to live and she didn’t know how she would cope if she lost him, so with a heavy heart and promise from Vaeryna, the last of the rightful Queens children were on their way to the Vale under the cover of nightfall.

Originally the plan had been to keep Aegon hidden in the Vale until the war was over.

Kings Landing had fallen to her mother and the kinslayer had fallen victim to the praying mantis at Harrenhal, at her father’s request as it turned out.

Of course, the whore had been more than happy to keep the pretty green boy company, and for all the insults Vaeryna could have levied against her, deep down she was a tiny bit impressed, Aemonds own mother had been imprisoned and yet the boy too enamoured with his bed mate had so far seemed disinclined to take his leave and return to Kings Landing to rescue her.

Her mother now sat the Iron Throne as she was always meant too, victory was within their grasp.

But then word reached the Vale of Maelor and Daeron’s deaths, then her sweet aunt Helaena had flung herself from one of the windows in Maegor’s Holdfast.

Riots were erupting all over Kings Landing and in his anger Aemond had abandoned Harrenhal, taken to the skies on Vhagar and set fire the River Lands, destroying everything and everyone in his path.

Sabitha Fey took revenge for those who had been lost during the River Lands massacre and executed Alys when she seized control of Harrenhal, of course the old witch had tried to charm her way out of the shit she was in, but Sabitha would not be moved, and with one quick swipe of her blade, Alys had lost her head.

The worst news Vaeryna received was that her mother and father were dead.

Her father had gone to challenge Aemond, the two of them had fought in the skies above the Gods Eye on the back of their dragons, and her father had perished alongside his faithful dragon Caraxes.

Vaeryna couldn’t believe it, her father was gone. He seemed so indestructible, there was nothing he couldn’t do, at one point she was convinced her father would outlive them all.

Then there was her mother, her beautiful mother who had died alongside Syrax trying to save the dragons trapped in the pit.

Dreamfyre and Morghul had managed to flee albeit injured but her mother and Syrax had not been so lucky. But to hear of it was something else, the realms delight had stared death in the face and fought bravely until the very end, killed by the people of Kings Landing who had once raised their cups in celebration of her name.

Vaeryna was inconsolable after the deaths of her parents, she locked herself in her chambers and refused to see or speak to anyone.

They were gone, her brothers, her parents. There was no one left except for her and Aegon.

The Greens celebrated their victory in Kings Landing and Vaeryna mourned in the Vale.

Vaeryna couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing her mother had said too her as they stood on the shores of Dragonstone, she had known all along about her relationship with Jacaerys, and they would have been given her blessing had he lived. But she urged Vaeryna to consider a marriage to Cregan Stark, not for loyalty or political alliance but for safety.

Lord Stark was indeed a good honourable man and Vaeryna would not only keep her promise to her mother to keep Aegon safe no matter the cost, but she would marry Stark and go North, Cannibal wouldn’t like the snow, but he would get used to it in time.

But then a letter arrived from the King and her plans changed again, she was foolish to think the Greens would leave her alone.

Obviously, they still thought that she was the last living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and they couldn’t risk her marrying elsewhere.

The usurper King couldn’t sire anymore children and his only living child was a girl, so it was pretty obvious what they wanted her for.

Jeyne and Cregan had been instrumental in their aide when it came to covering up Aegon’s survival, but Vaeryna knew the Greens would come eventually and when they discovered her brother was alive, he would be killed. His very existence was a threat to the Greens hold on the Iron Throne.

Even in death her mother still had supporters and Vaeryna wouldn’t have her brother being used as some figurehead to start another war.

Cregan offered to take Aegon to Winterfell, he was of an age where he could be passed off as his son. Obviously, the hair would need to be covered but it was the only thing that made any sense, of course running away to Essos had it’s merits but how soon before they were discovered.

At least if Vaeryna sold herself to the Greens, she would be close enough to hear of any whispers surrounding her brother should they receive word of his survival. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Vaeryna had to harden her heart and strengthen her resolve as she was about to enter the den of green snakes.

She would do her duty and lay with the kinslayer, she would bear his children and one day her son would be King, the blood of her mother and father would sit the Iron Throne. Her son would carry their legacy within him.

Informing Aegon of what was going to happen had been difficult, the boy had screamed and cried for days.

He was so young, but he had to know, he had to understand that all of this was for him, to keep him safe.

Cregan had been worth his salt in that regard as well, and after spending the day with the wolf, Aegon begrudgingly accepted his fate.

Jeyne wasn’t too happy with what Vaeryna was willing to sacrifice but she had no choice but to accept it. Vaeryna’s mind was made up.

She would go to Kings Landing and do her duty. Of course, if they were under the expectation that she would be meek and submissive, they were sadly mistaken.

Those green cunts clearly had no idea what they were letting themselves in for. Vaeryna was the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, rider of the Cannibal and she was ready.

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💐 Welcome to my fandoms house 💐

Finaly you made it here and i'm so happy because you decided to follow me and i hope you enjoy your stay🐰✨

Everybody is welcome here except Homophobes, racists, Pedophiles, Proshippers, Gacha heaters, and all the nasty people in general

So in this blog i make a lot of things here like memes, arts,edits, ect, sometimes they look good, sometimes they look cringe🙂🙂

Also i'm in love with James. He is the one who will be more present in this blog, sorry not sorry!!

And also these things here bellow👇🏻👇🏻:

I can do:

Tweening/animation

Drawing arts(even with bases or without them)

SFW (make characters kissing,marking echothers, moaning...)

Drawing simple backgrounds

Art requests

Art commissions

Things i can't do:

Gacha heat

Gacha cringe

Drawing diffecult backgrounds(like forests/cities/beaches, i really need Pinterest so bad😭)

Drawing animals(don't worry I am learning now)

Animate eyes

NSFW (18+)

Letting my oc's naked

🚫 But this blog is also contains swears, yeah a very ✨MOROCCAN✨ swearing, yep i like swearing a lot (But not to this degree), so if you have nothing nice to say here just leave my blog or block me IDFC 🚫

🎧°•My bio and information•°🖤:

🌺Name: Jessy the bunny or Jess in short🎧

🎧real name: Hiba🌺

🎧age: 16 yo🌺

🎧birthday: December 1st🌺

🎧nationality: Moroccan🇲🇦🌺

🎧Zodiac: Sagittarius♐🌺

🎧Pronons:She/her/they/them🌺

🎧Gender: female🌺

🎧religion: Islam (الحمد لله)🌺

🎧MBTI: INTP🌺

🎧sex: asexual💜🤍🩶🖤🌺

🎧hobbies: drawing/cooking/reading books and manhwas(especially the yaoi/yuri ones👀💦)/doing Gacha videos and art/writing stories🌺

🎧favorite shows: Thomas and friends, happy tree friends, dragon ball, smurfs, south park, lazy town,Hazbin hotel...🌺

🎧fears: dark, insects, social phobia, bullying (yeah i'm weak),being ignored🌺

🎧likes: Chocalate, cookies, sleeping, Science and Biology, English, watching videos or make them, anything sweet🌺

🎧dislikes: butter(i'm allergic),Maths, Injustice and insult, school(yeah i hate school soooooooo much because of those fucking classmates), thomas and friends AEG,making friends irl because they are treacherous🌺

🎧features: Nervous, introverted, depressed, funny, shy🌺

🎧I'm a young artist, plz don't judge me!!!🌺

🎧my DMs are always open, but mostly for commissions🌺

🎧I'm also calling someone who's older than me by mr or miss as a respect for them🌺

⚠️°•TW•°⚠️:

Swears

Gore/blood

Sexual themes

Violence

Bad grammar

Cringe behaviors

SFW (safe for work)

Vent

🤍°•FAQs•°💛:

🌟Q:what's your favorite fandom?

A: thomas and friends and this blog will be based with it thank you very much✨✨

🌟Q: what's your favorite characters from your favorite fandom?

A: James, Duck, Thomas, Gordon, Percy, Oliver and Toad, Donald and Douglas, Marion, Skiff

🌟Q: As for the engines, in their human form, can they fuck or reproduce?

A: Unfortunately, they can fuck whatever or whenever they want but they can't reproduce or have kids because they don't have biological hormones or DNA or whatever it's called like a normal human being

🌟Q: what are the ages in your Au?

A: 3 years until 60 years, There are those who are older than this, but I limit myself to these ages because I want them to be limited

🌟Q: what are your self insert's sexualities?

A: Every self insert into a random fandom has its own sexuality, for example my versions, I can't let all my versions being Asexual, bc if I let them it'll be boring so I tried to diversify their sexualities, for example Soft Jessy is lesbian, Bad Jessy is trans, Galaxy is pan, ect...

But fo the other fandoms I usuelly let them bi or pan or even straight to make sure that everyone has its lover/soulmate/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend...

🌟Q: how did you make your Oc's and are they real or imagined?

A: I made them randomly so that I don't feel like I'm filming the videos alone and that they aren't real people, I made them according to their personality, their life, the story of their past, etc.

🌟Q: who are your besties?

A: 🎧 @miasonyson 🎧

💞 @lovable-chica 💞

💎 @asktoyokoakemi 💎

💜 @viktuurishipper96 💜

🎀 @bertramtheoldwarrior 🎀

🌠 @blueskygirl22 🌠

🎩 @jammyjams1910 🎩

💖 @just-an-emily-existing 💖

🌟Q: are you doing art requests?

A: yes I do them,like if someone asks me to draw anything about TTTE Au or other fandoms Aus, But for their Oc's they just have to wait until June because it's summer and i will be active anytime

🌟Q: Are you gonna do art commissions?

A: Yes, I do them and I really want to, because I need some money to help my parents, so now I am waiting for someone to ask me

🌟Q: How tall are the engines?

A: Well, in terms of height, the shortest is Toad and Percy is the second shortest engine and he's almost 5’8ft,and the tallest engine is Gordon, The flying scottsman, Spencer and Diesel 10.Their hight is 7’11ft because they're big and tender engines

🌟Q: Does Lady's magical dust have any benefit or any influence on the rest of the engines?

A: Yes, it definitely has a benefit for the engines. Thanks to it, it can save them from becoming victims of scrap, or if something physically harms them in their human form, it comes and treats them because ordinary doctors cannot treat human engines

🎀°•some basics of my Au•°🎀:

🌟some of my oc's transform into their true forms for many special reasons, for example demons, wolves, rabbits, etc., but the duration of this transformation is specific

🌟These reasons in particular may be either psychological, such as sadness, shame, and the desire to feel lonely and calm, or physical reasons

🌟The characters are distinguished from each other by their superpowers and magic, which makes them 100% different from ordinary humans

🌟Each one of us has his own personality, and this is the result of their personalities and feelings being different

🌟Characters can fuse and create new characters, but only if three basic conditions are met: If the two characters have a relationship of love, brotherhood, or strong friendship, If these conditions are not met, they will not be able to fuse

🌟ech character has a rival with another character, The reasons are as follows: Either he had a bad past, or that person was famous and forgot about his friend, and so on

🌟as for the humanized engines, their blood is a bit darker than a normal human being, and also if they lost anything or got cut like if they lost their arm or their leg or anything, don't worry, Lady is here for help

🌟and also they can eat, drink, wash their teeth,taking shower, and almost anything about humans, but the only thing that they don't do in their human form is breeding and reproduction, and the engines in their human form become even more stronger so they can done their jobs very fast and easely.

💗🌟Thank you so much for your time and reading this and i hope you enjoy your stay here again ^^🌟💗

💛𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆🤍:

❇️°•Art commisions are open•°❇️

🌟°•Original oc's•°🌟

🚂°•Original engines•°🚂

🌹°•other social medias•°🎧

💞°•Official ships•°💞

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💫°•Some fandoms i drew•°💫

🖤°•Douglas and Oliver headcanons•°💚

🌈°•original face expressions+color pallet chart•°✨

💐°•Self inserts•°💐

☁°•some random ttte headconons•°🎀

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🚂°•The main 12 steam team•°🚂

📖°•ttte fanlore/AUs/fanfics/crossovers/series•°📖

💚°•the emo controller•°🖤

🖤°•Casual emo controller•°💚

🚂°•the narrow gauge engines•°☁

💙°•the Gresley family•°☁

🚂°•the diesels•°⛽

🪄°•Magical/ghost engines•°👻

🤍°•Other ttte characters•°🤍

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✏️°•Some simple tutorials•°🖌

💙°•Original stories/lore•°📖

😌°•This could be useful•°😌

🎧°•Artist profile•°💚

🌠°•Unrelated ttte stuff•°🌠

👆🏻𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏

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📜°•My His-fic AU @sodormagicalworld•°📜

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jacevelaryonswife · 2 years

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A gift for you | HOTD Modern 「AU」

You loved Secret Santa, but you were unlucky enough to receive dubious and average gifts.

pairing: Jacaerys | Aegon | Aemond | Lucerys and Helaena x Fem!Reader

a/n: Merry Christmas sweeties, here in Brazil is the 25th, in other places to the east is probably the 26th. I hope you have a great day and holiday ❤️

You loved Secret Santa but were unlucky enough to receive dubious and average gifts. Even so, it was always a pleasure to join in the fun with your friends, family, and strangers — a story for another time. For the friend Secret Santa you had taken Helaena, loving the result of the draw because a little while ago she had mentioned a reputable book on entomology. Of course you bought the book — hoping she hadn't bought one too — and boxed it up with a cute picture of you at the beach last year.

When the night of delivering the gifts arrived you were very excited, but you hoped that Aegon didn't take you away again. He was HORRIBLE at choosing gifts. You also didn't want Luke to have taken you because he probably wouldn't know what to buy and would end up turning to Jace, telling him who took it. Soon, only Aemond, Jace, and Helaena were left as decent gift givers.

By drawing lots to determine the first to reveal, you have started the most anticipated event of the year.

“So, my Secret Santa. is someone very special to me and-“

“Awn, honey, you are also very special to me too,” Aegon interrupted, earning a glare that was a little irritated from the others and a little amused by your own.

“I know, Aeg. Moving on, the person I took is very sweet, kind, and quirky. It’s an extraordinary person who I have a lot of admiration for.”

“Then it’s not Aegon,” Luke teased with a shitty grin that made him curiously cuter, making everyone but the eldest Targaryen laugh.

“Fuck off,” he let out a huff, but surrendered to the mood of the moment. "Not Aemond either, he's not sweet.”

Before Aegon noticed his brother's slashing gaze, you countered: “He is very sweet!”

"Thanks love,” Aemond's expression softened at the praise, drawing his brother's attention to you.

Going back to the presentation, you added:

“This person recently expressed interest in a specific gift that I hope they didn't buy. My Secret Santa is Helaena!”

The two of you shared a big smile before/during the hug.

“I can't believe you bought the book! I loved!!!! Thank you so much sweetie, I love you.”

“Love you too Hel.”

She took her turn, picking up the red bow wrapper. Fun fact about Helaena: even though she is an excellent gift giver, she is horrible at mysteriously revealing her Secret Santa, nothing subtle, although she tried.

“My secret friend is someone very kind and sweet-“

“Not Aegon again,” Jace interrupted this time, earning a satisfied smile from Aemond. “Sorry.” He told Helaena.

“You guys really love me,” the eldest grumbled.

“And I'm so happy to take you out again! It's you Jace!" She grinned at the Velaryon.

Okay, you think her spontaneity was cute, but rather anticlimactic. Last year she had given him a sweet dog named Vermax (it was quite difficult to get him to the place without him noticing). This year she handed him a football autographed by Joe Montana, making him nearly choke in disbelief.

“Oh my god, how did you get that? This is the best gift ever! After Vermax of course, but oh my god oh my god.” He freaked out, grinning as he caught the ball as gently as a newborn baby. It wouldn't be surprising if he kissed the object made of leather.

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” She smiled after hugging him, returning to her seat beside you on the comfortable rug in Targaryen mansion.

“That was impressive.” Aemond pointed out, fully aware that no other gift would top this one.

His sister confirmed in self-knowledge, earning a sideways look from the youngest. Next up was Jace, who had an adorable decorated box and a cute smile on his face. Important fact about Jace: the first person you look at during the speech will be his Secret Santa. Everyone knew but no one warned him, it was fun to watch him do it every year.

But apparently, he had noticed such a habit and decided to keep his eyes on the present tense as he spoke:

“So, my Secret Santa is a really, really special person. This person is smart and kind, has one of the biggest hearts I know, and is one of my best friends. She always complains about receiving bad gifts, like a picture frame, soap kit and a set of three aluminum pans last year-“ Oh! Okay that was surprising. He took you!!!!!

Your smile was so wide and happy as he revealed it, heart warming immediately.

“In my defense, you always liked to cook.” Aegon cut him off at the hint. Yes, he had given you three aluminum pans that would stick to ALL the sauces and food you cooked. Maybe if they were good pots you would have appreciated them.

“You like to fuck and that’s why I should give you condoms?” You asked. “Also, the quality of the pans were horrible.”

“Oh common.” The blonde grumbled, pouting cutely.

“Okay, so even though I've known you for years it was quite difficult to find a really, really good gift. For a moment I almost bought a set of pants and t-shirts at forever 21, but who gives someone clothes for Christmas? So, since you're a bit of a nerd and quite conceited, I thought I'd buy something to tie that together.”

You hugged him before opening the present, resting your head on his shoulder. “If you had bought a set of clothes I would have killed you. Love you, Jace.” Your voice was low on the last part, almost confiding.

“Love you too.” He kissed your temple, handing you the box.

Your eyes widened to the gold necklace with your favorite heroine's symbol carved into the pendant with small stones the color of her uniform. Below was the hardcover novel of your favorite saga, which was also hers. There was a note inside, and a small box of jewelry.

"I loved Jace, I can't believe it, it's perfect, I love you so much!!"

You touched the note with a knowing eye, saving it to read later. He noticed this, smiling sweetly at your act. He returned to sit across from your, keeping a sweet gaze in your direction.

“I'm next.” Aemond announced, rising elegantly. Fun fact about him in Secret Santa: he's incredibly methodical and direct, there's no much suspense, but he's really good at describing. “My Secret Santa is a brat, and he can be a real brat sometimes, but he has a big heart and knows how to be… adorable. I didn't really know what to buy initially, but when you said you wanted a good zombie game for Xbox I thought it would be a good opportunity.”

Another interesting fact is that Aemond sometimes purposefully confuses the audience in his description, and he's really good at it.

"For a moment I thought it was Aegon." Helaena said in confusion. You agreed with her, seeing the smile curl the youngest Targaryen's lips.

“It was intentional.” He looked at Luke with a small smile as the youngest ran towards the present, hugging him. “Left 4 Dead is a classic, I hope you like it.”

“Did you buy both? Thank you Aemond, this is so cool.” Lucerys's big blue eyes were excitedly over the gift.

The blonde smiled proudly in satisfaction. “Glad you like it.” As I said, he is very methodical and doesn't usually disappoint.

"Okay Jace, which gift did you pick for me or Aemond?" Aegon teased him with an unimpressed and aware look as Luke took the relatively large box in his hands.

“This one is mine, actually. I had bought a better present for my Secret Santa, but since he embarrassed me in front of Baela and Rhaena last week and didn't apologize I decided to buy something he will probably put to better use.” Luke quickly blurted out that Aegon was his Secret Santa, leaving him intrigued by his new gift.

“I didn't embarrass you entirely. Entirely." The blonde took the box curiously, opening it to find a crate of Heineken and a Marlboro wallet. “I don’t even like Heineken!”

"I know." The younger Velaryon retorted with a proud smile.

“How did you buy a case of beer and a pack of cigarettes? You’te underage.” Aegon complained. "This was worse than anything I've ever given you."

“Thanks Luke.” You thanked him in amusement, watching Aegon pick up Marlboro Watermelon's wallet with a slight frown. “You like to smoke, I think it was a valid gift.” The elder's gaze was incredulous and accusing towards you, making you jump to answer. "And no, I didn't buy it."

When Luke confessed that it was Daemon, Aegon's gaze narrowed. Turning now to him, the last to deliver the gift, the terror of all participants in the competition. Aemond heaved a sigh as his brother walked to the front of you, not sparing a grumpy grunt.

"Oh Jesus."

“I'm sorry, dude.” Jace comforted him with a hand on his shoulder, making Aegon roll his eyes before starting.

“Every year you complain that my presents are awful. This time I made sure not to make the same mistake as it may not look like it, but I love you guys and especially my little brother here. It was fucking hard to find something good, since you don't like anything-"

"I like a lot of things." Aemond cut him off sharply, holding back from rubbing his eyes in realization.

“Anything fun. So I hope you like this one, it's pretty nerdy.”

“Is it a teacher-student porn?” Jace asked in mock serious tones, eyebrows raised and eyes cynical.

You chuckled before raising your hand towards him for a high five, but then, Aemond unwrapped the gift to reveal a rather fancy book on the history of the Persian Empire. Okay, it was a really good gift.

"Are you okay?" Helaena asked the elder in mock concern. “That sounds like a decent gift.”

“It is, thanks brother.” Aemond rose to embrace him, trully satisfied with the new addition to their collection. Knowledge is never too much.

“Glad you liked it, that was pretty expensive.” He stressed. “And now, what shall we do?”

“Let's take a picture with our gifts.” You suggested, turning on the phone to put on the camera.

“No please.” Aemond complained again, earning a bored look from him. The man was a hiding machine.

“Yes please!” Finding the perfect position that featured all of you and those in the selfie, you instructed, “Say fuck Aegon.”

It didn't take much prodding from the other four.

“FUCK AEGON!”

“Oh common.”

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