#Aegon ii brainrot

[disgraceful-writings]

Meant To Be

Chapter 6

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

Y/n was laid in a field of wildflowers. The wind dancing through the tall grass and flowers. The sun kissing her cheeks. Suddenly, a tightness overtook her throat. She began clawing at her throat in an attempt to relieve the pressure, but it seemed in vain. When her vision went black, she rose in her bed, sweat dripping from her hairline. She gasped and looked around her room for reassurance. When she realized she was in her room back at the Keep, she relaxed a bit. Still, she decided to request some wine be sent to her room and put her housecoat on to speak to the guards. However, when she opened the door, Xavier was waiting for her. She screamed and stumbled backwards, crashing into the table. He lunged at her and his hand encircled her throat. “You will never escape me”, he whispered in her ear. 

The princess bolted upright to find a maid trying to shake her awake, “Your grace, are you alright?” Y/n pushed her hands away and tried to adjust her eyes to the morning sun. “How long was I asleep”, the princess asked, while the maid wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. “You slept through dinner and the night, your grace. Your mother asked we let you rest.” Y/n nodded and stood up to be washed of the sweat and dressed by the maids. Afterward, still shaken from her dreams, the princess visited her mother’s chambers. “Y/n, how are you, my love?” Alicent raised both arms to her elder daughter. Y/n sunk into her mother’s hold, “y/n? You look white as a ghost.”

“Mother…I-”, y/n was interrupted by a guard entering the room. “Your grace”, he bowed, “the maester has asked for you in the king’s chambers.” She nodded and looked to her daughter, caressed her cheek, “We will speak later, dear.” Alicent kissed y/n’s forehead and stood to follow the guard to Viserys’s chambers. Y/n watched her walk out of the room and sighed. Will he haunt her forever? She knows she is safe, her uncle made sure of his death, and now she is with her family. Her mother wouldn’t let anything happen while she is within her grasp. She decided to go to the Sept, maybe the gods will bring a sense of calm to her. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid”, Aegon gradually shouted in his chambers, kicking a candle stand over, then falling onto his bed face first. Why did he have to open his mouth? It isn’t like anyone was asking him to say those things, especially y/n. Y/n…he doesn’t deserve her. She’s too perfect and proper for him. He should just put an heir in her and stick to the whores of flea bottom. That’s all he’s good at. He looked over to the drawer that held his peasant clothes. Not that he needed them, with the white hair and all, and the whores always welcomed their favorite cock…at least the coin that had come with it. He rose from the bed and changed into them. Before climbing out of his window, he secured a pouch of coins to his belt. Tonight, he was going to do as he pleased. 

The prince made his way to flea bottom, specifically one of the more curious whorehouses. After fucking two women, he laid on his back with them cuddled up to his sides, feeding him and keeping his goblet full. He was curious of the woman on display, nude, and inserting the handle of a blade into herself. She was loud and fake, but that didn’t stop his mind wondering how y/n was in bed. “Shall I suck your cock, my prince”, one of the girls asked. He grabbed her by the throat and kissed her deeply, when departed, he whispered, “I’ll put a prince’s bastard in you.” At this she climbed onto his lap, lined him up, and sunk herself onto him. She let out a fake moan like the other girl had been doing, and Aegon huffed, putting his hands on her waist to quicken her pace. When she let out another exaggerated moan, he picked her up off of him and shoved her to the floor, where he stuffed his cock down her throat. 

“Now I don’t have to hear you”, Aegon grunted out, the sounds of her choking being music to his ears. When he finished, he pushed her off of him, collected his clothes, dropped a bag of coins, and left the whorehouse into the morning sun. “Always happy to house our favorite prince for the night”, the madam said as he walked out. He walked towards the Keep, however, he felt the need to go to the Sept. He had never cared for the gods, why would they be calling him of all people? At the last turn, he decided to go to the Sept. The room was dark and musty smelling. People shuffled around like they couldn’t make noise for fear the gods would strike them where they stand. Then he saw her, y/n was on her knees, praying to the gods. What would she need to pray to the gods for? 

Then he noticed the tear stains on her cheeks and the quiet sobs threatening to leave her mouth as she whispered her prayer.

Y/n heard someone walking in her direction and suddenly turned to them. Aegon. What is he doing here?

“Y/n”, Aegon looked puzzled, “are you alright?”

Y/n hadn’t noticed she was crying until he changed her thoughts. She turned back to the candles and said, “yes. I just felt the power of the gods come over me.” She wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. 

“I don’t believe you.” She looked scared and small to him. He decided to sit beside her with his back to the table holding all the candles. She looked into his eyes, but stayed quiet. His hand reached to wipe her cheek of a fresh tear, and she fell into him, sobbing. He just held her, not knowing what to do for her. 

When she had calmed a bit, she pushed herself off of him, “Sorry, I-.” She couldn’t finish her sentence, or she would cry again. She stood and started walking back to the keep. Aegon quickly rose and caught up to her quickly. Holding onto her arms, out of breath from getting up so quickly, “Y/n, what’s wrong?” She opened her mouth, however, no words could exit. She just stared into his eyes. Could she trust him? With her mind intact currently, she decided to get a proper look at him. He smells of wine and sex, he just came from flea bottom. Maybe he is as cruel and sick as the people say. “Prince Aegon, Princess Y/n, your mother has requested your presence”, the guard who had come with y/n said after receiving word from another.

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[graceful-disaster]

I'm having fanon Aegon II brainrot...might write a fic?

[fuckalicent]

sometimes i think about helaegon before their wedding. helaena staring into nothingness dissociating while her ladies dress her up. aegon drowning in wine to the point where he can’t remember most of it. both of them looking at each other blankly at the sept. aegon glancing over to see alicent holding back tears and viserys looking uninterested as ever. aegon giving helaena a kiss to her cheek. them walking back on unsteady feet, clammy hands clasping the other’s. sitting in utter silence the entire dinner, barely eating a single thing. aemond trying to make conversation with either of them but ultimately giving up after too many failed attempts. helaena picking apart the stitching of her dress the louder the hall gets. aegon shrinking beneath his grandfather’s judgemental gaze.

[bbygirl-aemond]

on aemond and aegon's relationship

i think the evolution of aemond and aegon's dynamic, as siblings, over the course of the show is so interesting. you start off with aegon the bully, who humiliates aemond in front of others and allows their nephews to join in humiliating him. there is no sense of a united front here; aegon doesn't care about the optics of rhaenyra's children seeing aemond's weakness. meanwhile, i think this drove aemond even further into his mother's arms, and contributed to their ongoing codependency during the show.

but then aemond loses his eye. i think this was a turning point for aegon. first, he probably felt responsible; he'd encouraged jacaerys, lucerys, and joffrey's hostility towards aemond, thinking it harmless, but then they cut out his eye.

setting aside aegon's guilt, you get to one of the single biggest turning points of the show, from whichever way you look at things: everyone's reactions to the eye incident. chiefly, you see viserys clearly capitulate to rhaenyra, and side against his own sons. aegon and aemond both come to that realization that night, when viserys yells at aemond, caring more about the source of the rumors than his son's injury. when alicent is unable to convince him to care about his own sons' safety more than rhaenyra's reputation. they realize what their mother has been telling them all along: that they need to stick together, and protect each other, because literally no one else in westeros will lift a finger to help them.

and that profoundly changes their relationship down the road. in the scene at the dinner table, they protect each other without hesitation. when jacaerys becomes annoyed with aegon's taunts and he stands, aemond immediately stands as well and intimidates him into backing down. and when jacaerys attacks aemond, we get a split second shot of lucerys trying to get up to help his brother- before immediately and violently getting his head slammed down into the table by a smirking aegon.

the dinner shows that aemond and aegon each maintain an awareness of the other's surroundings, and will be the first ones to notice and step in whenever anything goes awry. they do not trust others to protect them, not the way jacaerys and lucerys trust daemon to protect them at the dinner. they know that their mother was right, and no one will help them but themselves. it's a small thing, but it's a big turning point in terms of the formation of the green-black divide.

[aegonshusband]

the fruits of your labor

something very small... warm up for something bigger.

mdni 18+ , afab terms

Aegon whimpered, your hand around his warm cock, tightly. “Y/n, y/n please.” 

“Please what, Aegon?” You ask, knowing exactly what he wanted. 

“Please, please,” he whined, buckling his hips up into the air. “Please let me cum.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I?” Aegon asked, trying to find your gaze, searching for your approval. You smirk, pumping your hand up and down slowly, going at a snail's pace once you meet his eyes. “Y/n,” Aegon said shakily, his jaw hanging open wide. You pump faster and faster until you feel his cock twitch and his legs shake mercilessly. Strings of thick white cum shoot out of his tip, landing on his stomach and his waist as he moans loudly, the sound echoing through his chambers, his guards hearing their king a moaning mess was almost guaranteed.

“You’ve been a very good boy, but you’ve made a mess. That’s not very good of you.”

“I’m sorry, princess,” Aegon says through small whines and pants. “I didn’t mean to make a mess.”

“It’s okay, Aegon. I’ll clean it up,” You say. You lower your head to his stomach, your tongue meeting his skin as you lick his cum off of his body, the taste is salty but you could care less. The fruits of your labor are rewarding. 

[zosia-posts]

I must admit they are getting very creative 🤔🤨

"Aegon ii could have killed Rhaenyra's child but in the end he choose Aegon ii as his successor"

What kind of drugs have they been using????

Thank George R.R Martin that Aegon II the crippled was poisoned by his own men before he "dealt" with Aegon III 🙏

[lovelykhaleesiii]

daddy Aegon daddy Aegon daddy Aegon

all thanks to @sugarpopss

[ladystarksneedle]

Everytime

A little helaegon drabble because I'm stressed af, can't focus and need to get this out of my system.

She sees him stumble in, almost falling headfirst into their chambers, drunkenly righting his stance as he catches her looking. His eyes are as red as the walls of the Keep, hair shabby like the barn below yet she can't stop herself from smiling. He thinks she scorns him, mocking his behavior like their mother, as he averts his gaze. What her husband doesn't know is despite his misadventures, his jests and boasts he's as unaware as a fruit fly, buzzing around their home blissfully as the spider sits idly in silence. You'll fall into me, my web lies in wait. 

She weaves her threads, humming as he bathes, observing and waiting, unable to let go. Everytime her husband tumbles in, a part of her breaks on seeing him in such a state. Why are you like this? Why can't you be more. Everytime he drinks too much at dinner or his gaze lingers a little too long, chasing another illicit avenue, she retreats back into herself. You cut my wings, before I can fly she wishes to scream. I can barely touch the sky. Yet every time you come back as the sun rises anew, I'm ready again, willing to soar as far as you'll let me, as long as you're with me. 

He looks. He stares too long, thinking she doesn't know. His gaze burns, makes her heart flutter, makes the web she's been weaving grow taut. Look at me. Look a little longer and perhaps you'll see. The fly needn't try and find a new home each morn, it may be content in the one it's already found.

[targaryen-brainrot]

i like to imagine happier times, idk || aegon ii targaryen/gn!reader

it was so late that it would be more accurate to call it early. it's a habit, the both of them tend to stay up too long, until the first touches of sunlight reach the red keep. it's not different now, the sky slowly lighting up while the sweat dries on their skin.

aegon's breathing hasn't even settled yet when his lover pushes up again from where they'd just rested their head on his chest to lean over him. he's smiling, sated and calm for once. the haunted look, the fear gone from his eyes the moment the crown of the seven kingdoms finally settled publically on his sister's head hours ago.

"i will admit, i'm quite glad you'll continue to be only my king," their voice is rough, will stay that way for the rest of the newly started day, a sweet reminder of the way they'd swallowed him down time and time again earlier.

aegon reaches out and runs his hand over their neck, caressing the skin to make up for how he'd grabbed it when they took him down their throat, "i've only ever wanted to hear that from your mouth anyway." they're smiling down at him wickedly, arching into his touch, putting their hands over aegon's and closing his fingers over the sides of their throat. the sweet moan they let out when he squeezes harder breaks him and with some practised, quick movements he twists them around so he's back where he belongs; between their legs, his hand never leaving their neck.

"my king," they smile in satisfaction and run their hands all over the skin of his torso, caressing his ribs and back, before one hand finds its way to his hair pulling gently and guiding him down into a kiss. as a reward, and just so he can swallow down their moan, aegon squeezes their throat again. their legs close around his hips in answer, caging him and holding him down against them.

"does my love need me again?" aegon whispers against their lips, eyes partly closed and enjoying the way their nails scratch over his back and their hips grind up against his.

"always, my king." the open devotion and need in their eyes make him groan and he kisses them again, urgently now, while finally meeting the movement of their hips with his own.

their private celebration of queen rhaenyra's coronation lasts until the rest of the castle begins to rise for a new day.

[jaegonsmoon]

Still thinking if the zombie Au and how funny it'd be for someone to ask Luke "where's your brother?" Only for Jace to pop back up Luke 2 days later completely fine while dragging Aegon with him.

I waited to answer this for when I was in the mood to watch some ZA. And now I’ve spent the last two days binging zombie apocalypse movies/shows. I’m starting Fear The Walking Dead s1, since I haven’t seen it since it aired years ago and also catching up with The Last of Us. Gonna watch Zombieland next. I have a couple ideas brewing!!

You know who I see it truly being? Aegon. You know the girl played by Zoey Deutch in Zombieland 2? That’s how I picture Aegon in a ZA. He would be the bimbo that everyone thinks it’s dead each time and somehow appears out of nowhere just fine. Aegon is the luckiest bitch left alive, and he doesn’t know it! It’s the dumbest of lucks! He could be the cure and he doesn’t realise it. That would be hilarious. Like Murphy in Z Nation but make it ‘dumb blonde’. Everyone actually grows annoyed/used to it. Especially Jace because of course it always happens when he’s with him.

Imagine new groups of people joining them and they get surrounded by the dead. They make it out but leave Aegon behind and the new ones are scandalised but the Targs are just like *shrugs* “He’ll be fine!” And like six hours later Aegon pops in back to the camp like “sup bitches. I scored some liquor from an old truck!” His dumb luck starts rubbing off on Jace, cuz they’re always together.

Also, while watching TLOU I’ve had so many Lucemond thoughts!!!! 👀👀👀 A similar situation w Aemond as Joel and Luke as Ellie, anyone??? and a similar situation as well with Lucemond as Frank and Bill???

[disgraceful-writings]

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁🄻🄸🅂🅃

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐴𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝐼𝐼

Meant To Be (x sister!wife!reader)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛

Love, Peace, and War [can be read as alternate ending to Love]

A rumor has spread about the prince and spoils from the war. What happens when his wife finds out?

Love (x wife!reader)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Epilogue

Prince Aemond hasn't been at the castle due to his brother's, the king, orders. Will it be worth lives?

Feel free to like and reblog! Hope you enjoy

[graceful-disaster]

I’m working on the next part of the Aegon fic, this one is going to be from his perspective

[firesteel-eden]

Working on next chapter of KBFKBSII

“I told you it would be a shit ride,” he commented.

“I knew,” Sansa pointed out and Aegon smirked.

“You did,” he stated looking away from her “didn’t you?, and still you talked Aemond out of it. You should have helped him take the Iron throne not hindered him. I’m not even sure you like me” he added.

Sansa exhaled “I don’t,”

(…)

Aegon observed her in silence for a long while then groaned “I need a lot of more wine if we want that to make any sense”

[bbygirl-aemond]

The Greens as the found family trope

Hi all I’m back on my “found family” bullshit so here are my thoughts on Ser Criston Cole as the Green siblings’ father figure :)

First, I’ve posted before about how devastated Criston is when Rhaenyra rejects him, and why I think that is. Long story short, they have an extreme power difference as a result the differences in their races, wealth, social stations, and political influences. Criston jeopardizes his career and his life in order to be intimate with her, and when rejected feels as if he was led on to believe she wanted a formal relationship with him, when she really wanted some stress relief. Rhaenyra is obviously not obligated to love him because they had sex, but she was definitely ignorant of her privilege when she pressured him into doing so.

So a post-Rhaenyra Criston is a man who believes he has forever jeapordized everything he has had to fight for, everything that all of the other characters on the show were born into. At any moment, Rhaenyra could tell people about what they did, and take away his career, his standing, and his life itself. He feels as if he has compromised himself, and his honor, all for naught, and as if there will forever be a sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

This is why he bashes Joffrey’s face in at Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding; it’s years of pent up terror of what would happen were his secret to get out (still insane of him tho). And, most importantly, this is why he immediately attempts suicide afterwards. He feels completely hopeless and does not see a way out of the situation that Rhaenyra has put him in.

And then you have Alicent. She saves his life, and gives him a purpose going forward as her protector-- and we have seen how much Criston cares about having an honorable purpose. Not only that, Alicent fully accepts him as he is: as a Dornishman, as a lowborn, and as an oathbreaker. As I’ve mentioned previously, we have seen other characters make classist and racist remarks to Criston; yet Alicent welcomes him as not just her protector.

We are shown, on the night that Aemond loses his eye, just how achingly alone she is; how literally no one at court will stand up for her and her children, including her own husband. Though Criston does not agree to take Lucerys's eye for her, we see him running to her, and having to be held back, when she lunges for Rhaenyra. And, of course, there is the visual parallel between Rhaenyra, Daemon, and her children, presented as one family unit:

And Alicent, Criston, and Aemond, juxtaposed against them: another family.

Later on in the show, Alicent also relies on Criston as a confidant, and as a problem-solver. It is him she goes to, when Viserys dies; him alone that she trusts to be loyal to her, rather than to Otto. Him alone that she trusts with her son.

Aegon is not the only son she trusts Criston with; we clearly see that Criston has taken Aemond on as a protégé in the scene of them training. There is a closeness there; they have trained together for years, and there is a familiarity that results. Aemond even confides in Criston, sharing some incredibly personal and potentially damning secrets. First, he admits to his frustration that his brother will be king when he is so ill-suited for it; it’s evident in the scene that this is the first time he has said such a thing aloud. And second, he tells Criston about the time his brother brought him to a brothel as a child; a traumatizing event he clearly does not remember fondly. These are not things you would tell your mother’s guard, or even your sparring partner; these are things you would tell someone you trusted and looked up to. Someone like a father.

So there is something about Criston and Alicent that seems very special to me. It doesn’t need to be romantic, even; but these are two people who met each other at their lowest points. Who feel as if they have no one in their respective corners, as if their lives are hopeless. Who come together, and raise children together, and protect their own.

[dumb-dumb-again]

he walks in circles

his brow is furrowed

he speaks with shadows

his tongue full of ghosts

~

pale hearts will follow

they march they hallow

his face a symbol

he feigns a sorrow

[ladystarksneedle]

Helaegon headcanon for the day because the last post made me imagine TGC as Aaron Warner and I cannot get that image out of my head now, so all of you might as well suffer with me as well.

Aegon and Helaena as Aaron and Juliette