#Aegon targaryen angst

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Aegon x sister!reader (maybe the child of Aemma) where she puts him on his place once and for all

Aegon Targaryen*Truce

Pairing: aegon x sister!reader

Word count: 2359

Warnings: arranged marriage, feud, teasing, mocking, aegon having a drinking problem, viserys being a shitty dad, swearing, talks of whores, aegon hitting on reader, angst with slight fluff at points

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You hated your husband. He was rude and arrogant and a drunk and lazy and loud and egotistical and if the rumours were to be believed a whore. Aegon Targaryen was one of the most infuriating people you had ever met so when Rhanerya told you, you were to be married you screamed.

“You can’t possibly think I will go along with this! I hate him!”

“I know,”

“You know last time I saw him he told me I was prettier than all the whores in Kings Landing combined,”

“I remember,”

“And another thing-“

“Sweet sister,” Rhanerya stood from her chair to take your arms and stopping the pacing that had began to wear holes in the carpet, “You knew you had to marry eventually,” she said with a sympathetic smile.

You ripped yourself from her grip, “but to him?” you almost spat back, “What is father even thinking?”

“He’s thinking about the succession,” she said, her face morphing from concern to sternness as she began her lecture. It was one you heard a thousand times about duty and work and the crown. Rhanerya had gave you the lecture, your father had gave you the lecture, your aunts and uncles and lady’s and lords had all gave you the lecture. Maybe your mother too would have if she hadn’t died when you were so young. Even the queen Alicent had tried to give you the lecture.

-

There was no winning this argument. The debate was settled and no one heard your case. As your dear sister pointed out you didn’t even have one. You had been staying with Rhanerya in Dragonstone for some time but now it was time to return to Kings Landing.

“Daughters!” Viserys greeted with a warm hug and smile as you descended off your dragons back. “My sweet daughter,” he said, holding your hands gently, “I hope you are as excited as I am,” you did your best to smile back at him, nodding courteously to avoid another scolding.

-

“Boo,” Aegon whispered in your ear as he suddenly appeared at your back. you hated the way you jumped and hated more the way he sniggered, “How was the journey my dear, sweet, darling?” he said, moving to stand in front of you and meet your eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile.

You fixed an equally exaggerated one on yours as you spoke, “Wonderful my love. There was just one slight issue,”

“Oh, and do tell,” he said, swaying in closer, bending his head down in mock concern, “Your comfort is my top priority,”

You glanced over the full throne room which was currently filled with your betrothal celebrations. You turned back to Aegon once you were assured there was no eavesdroppers, “I never fell into the sea and drowned like I prayed for,”

You weren’t sure what the look that took over Aegon’s face was. Lust, anger, bitter hatred or sadness. It was all a mix behind his lilac eyes, “You’ve always had quite the humour my sweet,” he smiled bitterly before turning to face the room, “Quite the turnout, don’t you think?”

“Funerals tend to be popular affairs,” you mused before waltzing off into the crowd, leaving a now stunned Aegon behind to pick up his own jaw.

Aemond had only been a couple paces away when you departed and he was quick to join his brother’s side, “Must you always be a bother?”

Aegon snorted at his younger brother, “Please you didn’t even hear what I said,”

“So? I know you,”

“And?”

“I know you’re an ass,” Aemond said as casually as saying the sky was blue, “Try not drive your wife away before you’ve even wedded her. especially if you want any chance of bedding her,”

Aegon snorted, his eyes catching the floor, “Who said I wanted that?” he tried to say cooly.

Aemond leaned in to whisper in his ear, “The way your eyes are locked on her ass when she walks away,”

-

Luckily, you’d managed to avoid Aegon for the majority of the wedding lead up. Between catching up with past friends and mingling with prestigious lords you had little time for the creature. That was until tonight.

Viserys had decided there should be a dinner with his brother, wife, and all his children. You dreaded the whole affair, thinking how torturous it would be. However, you didn’t realise you would be getting off lightly.

While distant Viserys had always been kind to you at the least. he sent gifts on birthdays and said sweet even if hollow words. To Rhanerya, your older sister, he dotted on and to daemon he made jokes and laughed like old friends. However even you grimaced at the way he spoke to his sons.

To Helena he was kind though looked confused by everything she said or did or was. He barely looked towards Aemond and when he did you saw the shame behind his eyes. Anytime his attention turned to Aegon the boy seemed to shrink.

You had been sat next to your betrothed and in this time noticed how quiet he was. You were only two years older than him and always remembered when you were in Kings Landing together how he ran through corridors shouting and screaming as a child. You remembered the loud boasts he’d shout over the hall when you returned when he was a teen. However right now he was as quiet as a mouse.

Anytime his father looked at him he shrunk further into his seat and reach for his wine. The few comments Viserys made towards his eldest son had been lack lustre and cold. When Rhanerya asked about his achievements he would make jokes about the time he dropped a sword during a pretend dule.

“I was eight fathers,” Aegon tried to defend himself but when Viserys made another jib he just finished the wine in his cup instead of argue.

As Viserys and daemon laughed loudly, telling a drunken story from their youth to each other despite both being there at the time, you turned to Aegon, “Are you okay?” you whispered, so quietly only he would hear.

His eyebrow raised slightly, mostly in shock you spoke to him willingly let alone to ask him a question. A forced smile pulled on his lips as he slightly raised his cup, “I am drunk,”

“That’s not what I asked,” you whispered back, glancing back at the laughing older men at the other end of the table, “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” Aegon whispered, draining his cup for what felt like the fifth time, “It’s not your fault I’m a screw up,”

You wanted to defend him but as you opened your mouth you heard an ‘oohing’ from the bottom of the table, “The love birds are at it,” Daemon announced, nudging his brother’s side with his elbow. Cackles came from them both and sympathetic smiles from the rest of the table.

-

By the end of dinner, the king was slurring his words and everyone else was exhausted. Aegon stood from his chair, stumbling slightly and earning a heavy sigh from his mother. “Perhaps the prince could escort me to my chambers? After all this castle can be a maze at the best of times,” you suggested to the room.

Your eldest sister was shocked, but Alicent was quick to usher you both away. As soon as you exited the room Aegon went to stumble and fall and without thinking you reached out to steady him, “Careful!” you chastised.

Aegon ignored your pleas and instead slung his arm over your shoulder. You grabbed his hand that was dangling far to close to your breasts for comfort and pulled it away. Instead, you linked your arm with his, “Well that was torturous,” he slurred as you walked the halls.

“Is he always such an ass?” you asked as you reached some dreaded stairs.

“Nah,�� Aegon said, shaking his head as he walked up stairs like a baby dear, “He stays away from me most of the time. First dinner I’ve had with him in what, four months? Maybe five actually. When was his name day again?” he asked.

“Nine months ago,” you said, and he clicked his fingers, nodding his head in affirmation before going quiet. “I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence.

 “Why?” he asked as you approached the corridor to his room, “You’ve never done anything wrong. Even as kids you were always perfect,”

“I was hardly perfect,” you laughed, remembering all the antics you were involved in, “You were just overly naughty,”

“Its more fun that way,” he winked, a smirk growing on his face as he lent in. you pushed him away, but this time laughed slightly as you did. “Hey this is my room!” he said as you approached the door, “I was to escort you to yours,” he tried to walk past you, but you easily pushed him back with one hand.

“I think I’ll manage,”

“You sure?”

“Positive,”

“Okay,” he yawned, pawing at the doorknob before finally opening it, “Unless of course you want to sleep here,” he added as he stood in the doorway.

“I think ill pass,” you said, screwing your nose up at him though finding the drunken smile on his face oddly endearing.

That was until he kept talking, “C’mon sweetheart. You’ll be joining me here soon enough,” he said as his eyes tried to trail your frame.

Instead, you stepped forward, shoving his chest making him sway back far enough for you to grab the door handle, “Goodnight Aegon,” you sighed before shutting the door behind him and walking back to your own chambers.

-

You somehow saw even less of Aegon after that night. It was odd though. You actually found yourself looking for him in crowded rooms. “Is your brother alright?” you asked Aemond one evening as you stumbled across him in the library.

He looked up with a light smirk on his face, “why? Don’t tell me you’re becoming fond of him,” he teased making you let out a heavy sigh.

“No, I just wanted to make sure my betrothed wasn’t dead in a ditch or collecting diseases at a brothel,”

Aemond laughed lightly at that, “No not this time. He’s been in his room mostly. Don’t know why though. He wont talk much. He gets like this sometimes. Don’t worry though it will pass,”

“I wasn’t worried,” you said before turning to leave.

“You haven’t even touched a book yet,” Aemond called after you, but you ignored his teasing to find Aegon.

-

When you arrived at his room you knocked quickly but when no one answered you did it again but louder. A few moments passed before you groaned and checked the door to find it unlocked. You opened it without hesitation, “Who’s there!” a startled voice came from the sheets.

Aegon struggled to sit up for a moment as you closed the door behind you and placed your hands on your hips, “It’s been a week,”

“Hello to you too,” he sighed, flinging himself back into bed when he realised it was you.

You groaned as you walked over to him, ripping the sheets off his body as he yelped. You were thankful he was at the least wearing a shirt and his small clothes. “Are you avoiding me?”

“Is everything about you?”

“Do you always have to be an ass?” you retorted.

Aegon sighed as he finally sat up in bed, “Why do you care? You don’t even like me,”

Against your better judgement you sat down on the edge of the bed, “Well it looks like there’s no escape for me, so I better try,”

“Oh great, a pity conversation,” Aegon rolled his eyes, “How romantic,”

You couldn’t help it anymore. It had all been building up. The tears were pricking your eyes. You felt your hand slap his cheek and watched his face fill with shock. “I am trying,” you said, standing up and pointing at him as a few spare tears trickled down your cheeks, “I never asked for this and neither did you, but I am trying. You can’t flirt with me and check me out and expect me to fawn over you. I’m not some common whore and even then, they’re paid to like that kind of crap,”

Aegon’s face had softened slightly during your rant, but he soon fixed a distant look on his face. “don’t act so innocent. the first thing you did when you arrived is tell me you’d rather kill yourself than marry me,” You felt your shoulders slump at his words. “You always hated me,”

“Then stop giving me reasons too,” you said and as he went to sigh you cut his defences off, “Stop checking me out when I talk to you and undress me with your eyes. Stop going to the silk streets and visiting brothels. Stop making bitchy comments about me and stop pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. And for the love of the gods do it sober,” you ranted however when you stopped the room fell silent.

Aegon eventually broke it as his voice cracked, “Then what? You’ll love me?”

“No,” you said plainly but you returned to sit beside him on the bed, “But then we could be friends. Or at the least try. I don’t want to hate you Aegon, but you drive me crazy,” a small smile went on his face at the last line, “You enjoy making me mad,”

“Sometimes,” he confessed, his smile growing, “It’s funny when you’re mad,”

“Then I must be hilarious,” you joked, “So do we have a truce?”

Aegon paused for a moment before putting his hand out for you to shake, “Truce,” he said as you accepted his handshake, “So what is it friends do?”

You tilted your head at him, almost out of pity, “I don’t know. We could talk?”

“You always get annoyed when we do that,” he said making you huff. A grin spread on his face, “See?”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde, “I hate you,”

His grin widened, “For once I don’t believe that”

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LITTLE DRAGON

Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Summary - Your elder brother, Jace, attempts to teach you how to wield a sword. Aegon, your new betrothed, interrupts.

Warnings - slight Jace x Reader but you can ignore that alright

Word Count - 3.8k

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“You aren’t tucking your elbows!”  

Jacaerys shouted from across the training yard, sparing your horrid fighting stance a half-moment’s glance before shifting his focus back to the weapons table laid before him, enamored by all the fresh steel he had to choose from.  

Sweat dripped from your hairline, trickling down your temples and giving your reddened cheeks a glossy sheen. The sun’s rays felt particularly relentless today, blistering down upon the yard and reminding you of just how much you hated summers spent in King’s Landing, already dreading the thought of being stuck here.   

You had grown accustomed to the cool, dampness of the island you had called home for the last several years. Dragonstone was almost always engulfed in a cover of clouds, and the soft breeze rolling-in from the Blackwater ensured that the warmer months were never quite as stifling as they were in King’s Landing.  

“I am tucking my elbows!” You howled at him, gritting your teeth against the growing pain in your biceps.  

The two of you had been out in the yard since sunrise, going over the basics of swordplay over and over and over again. By this point it felt like your brother’s instructions had been all but carved into your mind—plant your feet, square your shoulders, bend your knees, and tuck your elbows.  

Remembering the steps hadn’t been the hard part, however. The hard part was actually doing them—and doing them right.  

“No,” Jace grinned as he plucked a delicately forged rapier from the table. “You’re not.”  

You blew out a breath, frustrated as you dropped the faulty form all together and let your arms hang limp at your sides. The training sword hung heavy from your hand, the tip of its blunt blade digging into the dirt.  

“This is ridiculous,” you huffed, watching as your brother drew closer to you, admiring the nimble blade in his hand. “I’ve bent my elbows a thousand different ways—and none of them have been right!”  

“That’s the issue! You’re bending your elbows, not tucking them!” Jace reprimanded, though his voice remained gentle, as it oft was when speaking to you.  

Your patience was wearing thin as your frustration grew, aggravated by not only the sweltering heat and swordplay, but also yourself. Your brothers had mastered the basics of fighting when they were less than half your age—and yet you couldn’t even manage a half-decent defensive stance.  

Exasperated and nearly at the end of your rope, you knew that you probably looked as miserable as you sounded. “Are bending and tucking not the same thing?”  

“Bending your elbows is a subtle movement,” Jace started to explain, “it helps you maintain some degree of flexibility. But tucking your elbows is more rigid, making for a better defense mechanism. By keeping your elbows close to your body, you’re tightening your posture and making it harder for your enemies to land a blow.”  

Adjusting your grip on the training sword, you brought it back up into a ready position, both hands now clutching the hilt. “So all I need to do is pull my elbows in closer?”  

“Exactly!”  

Focusing on each of the movements, you slid one foot slightly ahead of the other, balancing yourself as he’d instructed earlier. You took care to keep your knees bent, just enough to ensure that you could easily dodge or leap out of the way of an incoming strike.  

Once you were confident that you had done those steps correctly, watching as Jace nodded along in silent approval, you lifted the sword so that the pommel fell just a few inches below your breastbone, the point rising high above your head.  

Then, finally, you tried tucking your elbows as close to your sides as you could, attempting to block as much of your torso as possible from incoming attacks.  

“Like this?” You asked him, gritting your teeth against the throbbing in your arms, still so unused to the weight of the weapon.  

Jace cocked his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Well…”  

“Seven Hells, Jace!” You howled at him, trying to hold the position, “There are only so many ways to move your elbows!”  

“Yes, but now it’s not your elbows causing the problem!” He retaliated, extending his arm and using the tip of his rapier to point to your legs. “Standing like you are now, if you had to dodge your legs would probably lock up and slow you down. You need to drive your knees further apart!”  

You did as you were told, albeit a bit begrudgingly. 

“Better?” You hissed through your teeth, ignoring the way your legs trembled beneath you.  

Jace studied you, eyes narrowing as he scanned every inch of your form. “Push your shoulders further back,” he instructed, “and straighten your back out a little bit.”  

Again, you shifted into the new movements, adjusting and tweaking the positions to his liking. Your fingers hurt now, too, and painful blisters had already begun to form on your palms.  

“Straighter,” Jace snapped, still finding your posture to be sub-par. “And try to keep your toes pointed towards-”  

Your frustration finally peaked as you fell out of the intricate form, nearly doubling over as an exhausted groan ripped from your throat. Jace’s eyes widened at the sound, doubling back slightly.  

“And what next?!” You cried loudly, letting your sword fall to the ground. Throwing your aching arms out to the side in a dramatic display, you sneered at him, “Shall I hop on one-fucking-leg and shake my ass?”  

A sigh escaped your brother's parted lips, shaking his head as he leaned down to pick up your discarded weapon. Regret already seeped into your mind and dulled your anger as you began to prepare for the lecture that was surely about to leave his mouth—one that was no doubt about the level of discipline required for swordsmanship, and how you needed to maintain a level head.  

But, before he had the chance, another voice broke through.  

“Well, it certainly couldn’t hurt to try,” Aegon quipped from somewhere behind you, sounding far too amused with himself. “Go on,” he urged, “give it a shot. I for one would love to watch.”  

With clenched fists you spun around to face him, glaring into his lilac eyes, resenting the way they sparkled with something like delight. It wasn’t until his gaze traveled south that you lost your cool, however, noticing how he eyed the low neckline of your tunic, watching as sweat slipped between your breasts.  

But as soon as you took a step towards him, fully prepared to strike the arrogant Prince, Jace snatched your wrist and held you back. Level-headed enough to think for the both of you, he refused to let you do anything that would give Queen Alicent further reason to despise you—even if he would have loved to watch his sister beat Aegon’s ass.  

“You’re interrupting our training,” Jace told him, keeping his voice respectful despite the undeniable edge of frustration.  

“Am I?” Aegon pursed his lips, staring at the training sword that was still discarded on the ground, abandoned when Jace realized he would have to hold you back from your uncle. “Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a very good job, then. It’s easier to fight when the sword is in your hand-”  

Jace interrupted, “We should really get back to work,”  

“No need,” your uncle swiftly retorted, flashing a cocky smirk that only served to make your rage grow further. “I actually came here hoping for a moment alone with my niece,” he continued, pinning your brother with a stare, “you wouldn’t mind, would you?”  

You recognized the trap that he had set for your brother. If it were anyone other than Aegon, Jace would have wasted little time in telling them off, but this was different. Rejecting Aegon would create conflict—the one thing your mother had asked you and your siblings to avoid, if only to avoid upsetting the beast that was your step-grandmother, the Queen Alicent.  

“Now isn’t a good time,” Jace tried to protest, searching for some peaceful way to turn Aegon away. “You saw her just now, didn’t you? She’s clearly in need of more practice.”  

You were silent, primarily because you could feel Jace’s fingernails digging into your skin, a warning to stay silent. When it came to you, Jace wasn’t violent by any means, but he was more than willing to be assertive if it meant keeping you safe.  

Aegon drew a breath, still wearing that sly smile that made your skin crawl. “Very well,” he said, and you felt Jace’s grip on your wrist loosen at his assumed victory. “Then I’ll teach her myself.”  

Jace’s eyes grew wide, a muscle in his jaw feathering. Refusing to back down, his mouth fell open to speak, trying to form some other nonsense excuse to keep you from being alone with Aegon—but you stopped him.  

“It’s fine, Jace,” you told him, slipping your wrist from his grasp. “If Aegon believes himself capable of teaching me, then let him.”  

The look on Jace’s face stubbornly pleaded with you to take it back— to say that you were done with training for the day, to say anything that would keep you from being stuck with him.  

But you refused, steeling yourself and meeting his gaze with an equally unrelenting stubbornness. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to avoid Aegon forever, and you refused to let your uncle think that he had enough of an effect on you that you would resort to cowardly excuses to get out of being alone with him.  

Jace leaned closer to you and asked in a low voice, “Are you sure?”  

You grimaced at the question. “Yes,” you snapped, not wanting to appear as the image of a helpless little girl in front of your uncle. But then you saw the hurt flash in your brother’s dark, doe eyes and immediately felt guilty for it. “I’ll come and find you when I’m done,” you reached for his hand, squeezing it in yours, “I promise.”  

His brows furrowed, still unconvinced that it was a good idea to leave you alone with Aegon, but aware that he wouldn’t be able to change your mind. You smiled, a sweet and gentle kind of smile that was reserved only for your older brother.  

“You heard the woman, Jacaerys,” Aegon waved an impatient hand, sneering at Jace. “Leave me and my betrothed.”  

The word betrothed seemed to drip from his tongue like tar—a nasty and vile sort of sound that was used only to further antagonize Jace.  

Jace went rigid beside you, his cheeks growing red with anger. But his hand was still clasped in yours, and so you gave it another squeeze. “Go,” you told him, having switched roles with him and now being the one to counsel him in restraint. “I’ll be fine.”  

You knew that Jace didn’t fully believe you—not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust Aegon. And while you were surrounded by a plethora of weapons that could be used in self-defense should Aegon try something, Jace also knew just how lousy you were at properly using them.  

Even so, he didn’t argue, biting his tongue and stifling his rage in favor of the peace your mother so desperately wanted.  

But even the prospect of peace wasn’t enough to stop him from pulling his hand from your grip and replacing it with the rapier he had chosen earlier, his lips brushing against your ear as he leaned in, “If he tries something,” he whispered, “then shove the pointy end through his throat.”  

You held in a laugh, gripping the hilt tightly. “Got it.”  

With that, Jace stepped back and turned to take his leave, roughly knocking into your uncle’s shoulder as he pushed past him. Aegon cut his eyes, but you found it hard to tell whether it was because of Jace’s insolence or if it was because of how close you were with your brother.  

You didn’t care enough to ask.  

“Was there a need to provoke him?” You scoffed as soon as Jace was out of sight.  

Aegon feigned innocence. “Well, it’s not my fault that your brother is so easily provoked,” he said with a roguish grin. “He’s the one that’s so greedy with your time. I wouldn’t have to interrupt your pathetic sparring sessions if there was ever a time where Jace wasn’t stuck up your ass.”  

“Our betrothal was proposed five years ago,” you told him plainly, narrowing your eyes, “if you were that desperate to spend time with me, then I’m sure there were plenty of opportunities.”  

“You’ve been on Dragonstone.”  

“And you have a dragon,” you reminded him, fully aware that the flight to the island was quite short from King’s Landing.  

Aegon lifted one of his shoulders in a lazy gesture. “And you have a Jace. If I had been foolish enough to venture to Dragonstone these last few years, then I likely wouldn’t have left with my head.”  

A scowl etched onto your face at that, fully aware that he wasn’t entirely wrong for assuming that.  

While it had been five years since your betrothal to Aegon had been proposed by your mother, hoping that it might bridge the chasm that divided your family, it hadn’t been until this past month that the Queen Alicent had finally given way and consented to the match. And, if the rumors could be believed, then you had heard that her sudden change in heart was in part due to Aegon’s insistence. 

But regardless of any hearsay, you did know one thing for certain—Jace had always held onto the hope that the Queen would reject the proposal. You often told yourself that it was because he didn’t wish to see his little sister wed to your vile uncle, but many others—Aegon included, it seemed—believed that it was because your brother wished to have you for himself, as was the Targaryen way.  

You knew that there was merit to those claims, even if you sometimes didn’t want to admit it.  

“He wouldn’t have killed you,” you finally settled on an answer, your frustration mounting with each word. “Maimed, maybe, but Jace is no kinslayer.”  

Eyeing the rapier in your hand, Aegon asked, “And what about you?”  

You paused, glancing at the nimble blade of your weapon.  

It was thinner than the training sword you were using—and a lot sharper—but it was awkward to hold, all its weight concentrated towards the hilt rather than distributed throughout. Even if you did want to use it against Aegon, you were probably more likely to hurt yourself than him with how little experience you had and how poorly training with Jace had gone.  

After a moment, the corners of your mouth tilted upwards in a twisted imitation of a smile, flashing your teeth at him. “Let’s just say that I’m not my brother,” you answered, purposely vague.  

Aegon’s stare narrowed slightly, but he didn’t look intimidated by your declaration. “Then go ahead,” he responded coolly, spreading his arms out wide. “Give it your best shot.”  

Your eyes flickered around the yard, realizing for the first time that there were no guards around right now to witness your interaction. If you wanted to kill him, now would be as good a time as any—you could call it an accident, even if Queen Alicent would try to deny it. But due to your poor swordsmanship, it was a believable enough lie that you knew most would believe it; knew that your grandsire, King Viserys,  would believe it.  

If you killed Aegon now, then you wouldn’t be forced to marry him.  

If you killed him, then you knew your mother would sooner betroth you to Jace before ever even considering Aegon’s savage little brother, Aemond.  

And that would be a good thing, wouldn’t it? Jace was kind and pleasant and the heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Your brother would make you a Queen—a beloved Queen, at that.  

And yet…  

Aegon snorted a laugh, letting his hands fall when he saw your brow crease, your body unmoving as you refused to lunge for him. “You’re right, you’re not your brother. I might have little good to say about Jacaerys, but he’s undeniably Strong,” he quipped, the mischievous glint in his tone causing your blood to boil, “but not you—you’re just a coward.”  

Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, knuckles turning white as you gripped the hilt of the rapier tighter. Then, without Jace here to hold you back, a primal scream of frustration ripped from your throat as you launched yourself at Aegon.  

The rapier’s blade led the way, your movements fueled by a rush of adrenaline. But your arms were weak and your footwork clumsy and predictable, and Aegon easily side-stepped your attack with a smirk.  

Breathing heavily, you went to swing the awkward blade again, but Aegon had already made his next move—taking advantage of your lack of speed and coming up beside you, snatching the hilt from your inexperienced grip and disarming you, tossing the weapon a few feet away so that you couldn’t try and get it back from him.  

But with your nerves still lit by frustration and a refusal to accept defeat, you curled your fists and aimed for his jaw.  

Aegon caught you by the wrists before your knuckles collided with his face. He held fast even as you struggled against his grip—firm but not rough.  

“Your brother was right,” he taunted with a laugh when you finally wore yourself out, “you do need practice.”  

“Shut up-” you snarled, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.  

You weren’t used to this.  

You weren’t used to fighting, you weren’t used to the heat, and you weren’t used to Aegon—or, at least, you weren’t used to being this close to Aegon.  

It suddenly hit you just how intimate the position seemed. Your heaving chest bumped against his as he held you close, his grip on your wrists never loosening, even once you had stopped fighting and he had been able to lower your arms to your sides.  

You weren’t sure that you had ever been this close to Aegon—close enough that you could smell the faint trace of mulled wine on his breath—and you felt your pulse skip at the realization, fear settling deep within your bones.  

You weren’t afraid of him, you realized, but of the fact that you didn’t quite mind being held by Aegon—not as much as you should have minded it, at least.  

“I could help you, you know.” He offered, his lilac eyes flashing with some distant emotion that you couldn’t recognize. “I wasn’t just trying to get rid of your brother when I said that I would teach you how to fight.”  

Still pressed close to his chest, you tilted your head back to look up at him, his jaw tightening when you asked, “What do you know about swordplay?”  

“I was trained by the Kingsguard,” Aegon reminded you sharply, his offense evident by the sharp crease in his brow.  

You gave a dry laugh, thinking back on your childhood prior to moving to Dragonstone. “If memory serves me, you spent more time parading around with courtesan’s than training.”  

Your laughter was cut short, breath catching in your throat when you felt Aegon release his hold on your wrists just before one of his hands snapped upwards, his fingers curling around your jaw. His thumb brushed gently against your cheek, and you couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t something intoxicating about the way he held you—his lilac eyes seeming to admire every contour of your face. 

“Even so,” he began, his voice hardly a whisper as he ignored your claim, “I still know more than enough about swordplay to teach my helpless little dragon how to defend herself.”  

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks as the pet name slipped his lips. It stirred a hunger within you that you hadn’t known existed, and certainly didn’t expect. Your muscles went slack, relaxing in his grip as your lips parted ever so slightly, your body suddenly urging you to lean in and taste the honey that seemed to drip from his tongue.  

But even as you began to oblige with your body’s urges, rising on your toes to meet Aegon’s sweet, wine-stained lips, you heard some familiar voice chime in the back of your mind—urging caution, reminding you of who was holding you right now.  

Your deviant uncle—the son of Queen Alicent, who was all but your sweet mother’s sworn enemy. She might have asked you to wed Aegon out of duty, but she certainly hadn’t expected or wanted you to like your uncle, did she? In some twisted way, it felt like a betrayal to her and your true family to allow yourself to find pleasure in this—and yet you couldn’t quite deny the warmth flooding in the pit of your stomach at the feel of his touch against your face. 

But, taking advantage of that swift moment of clarity, you forced yourself to take a step back and reclaim some sort of control over yourself. As his hand fell, Aegon stood frozen in the agony of his own perceived rejection as he watched you turn on your heel, walking away from him without so much as a single word.  

But to his surprise, instead of exiting the yard altogether, you leaned down and plucked the blunt training sword off the ground where it had been abandoned far earlier. You left the rapier where Aegon had tossed it when he disarmed you, thinking you had no use for a blade that could cause actual injury. 

“Alright,” you took a deep breath as you turned back around to face him, offering a weak smile as you swallowed your nerves and said, “If you’re so confident in your skill, then teach me.”  

It was Aegon’s turn to pause now, a flicker of doubt dancing in his lilac eyes as his own insecurities continued to bear down on him. While he hadn’t wanted you to walk away, he also hadn’t expected you to say yes.  

But here you were—standing in front of him, not rejecting him, and allowing him to help, regardless of how wrong it might have felt. 

He's to be my husband, you thought to yourself, biting back against your feelings and trying to rationalize your desire to spend a bit of time with him, I should at least learn to tolerate him.

“Okay,” Aegon eventually said, his voice more uncertain than you’d ever heard it sound before; but hopeful too, wearing the faintest hints of a smile. “Show me your form.”  

As you did as he instructed, clumsily moving through each of the movements that Jace had shown you and listening to him laugh and correct your failures, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty as you started to think that being stuck in King’s Landing wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

And that, maybe, Aegon wasn’t so bad either.

a/n - had this sitting in my drafts for a bit cause i wasn't totally happy with it, but decided to polish it up and post it anyways cause why not lmao

[vsnyarbll]

A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden pt3

atpiahb masterlist, part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

main masterlist

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, platonic!Aegon II Targaryen x reader

words: 5.958

warnings: explicit language, nsfw (male masturbation, sexual thoughts) angst, patriarchy, love triangle (kind of?)

a/n: English is not my native language.

y/n entered through the black double-winged door. She didn't feel the need to knock. The person y/n was visiting was probably asleep anyway. She didn't want to wake him. 

It was getting on towards three in the afternoon. The servants had finished their work, and everyone else in the castle had gone to their corners. 

A week after her parents had arrived at the Red Keep, they were gone. y/n was not sad. She was happy that they had stayed longer than she had expected. 

"Aegon?" she called, but the man in the bed did not move. y/n walked to the side where Aegon was not lying. He wasn't wearing night clothes. He must have come from outside and curled up on the bed. 

y/n lay down on the bed without getting under the covers. She began to rub her arms, which ached from carrying Maelor.

"y/n," he said. But his eyes were still closed. y/n turned her gaze from the pictures of dragons on the wall of his room to him. Aegon rubbed his eyes with his right hand, but he still had not opened them. "y/n," he said again, his voice rough from waking up a moment ago. y/n couldn't tell if Aegon knew her presence in his room.

He opened his eyes and studied the ceiling, still not looking at her. Aegon turned to his right and was startled to see her. "y/n?" he said. This time he sounded surprised by her presence in his room.

"Hello, Aegon."

Aegon stirred where he lay. "When did you get here?" 

"I just got here."

Aegon mumbled something, but y/n couldn't understand what he said. 

"I was bored. And there is nothing to do in the castle." 

Aegon chuckled and barely managed to sit up sleepily, leaning his back against the headboard. "Maelor-" 

"With his wet nurse."

"Aemond-" 

"The gods know where he is." 

Aegon nodded. 

y/n's arm was touching his. He tried to ignore the slight pressure on his arm. But also, he tried to savor their little interaction. 

"Have you forgiven me?" 

y/n turned her head towards him. "I don't know, Aegon."

Aegon smoothed the sheets over him, hoping the bulge between his legs wouldn't show. 

"Were you dreaming?" she asked.

He blushed slightly as Aegon's dream filled his memory again. The details of his dream were fading, but he still remembered y/n's curves and the sounds she made. "No, I wasn't. Why would you think that?"

The possibility that Aegon might have made noises while sleeping and that she might have heard them worried him. 

"I don't know. You seemed peaceful." 

Aegon grimaced. He didn't like waking up. Sleeping was the best way to escape the responsibilities of real life. "I was peaceful."

y/n reached up and pulled a lock of hair out of Aegon's eyes. Her fingertips caressed his forehead as she brushed his hair out of his face. "There's no reason you shouldn't be at peace when you're not sleeping." 

Aegon bowed his head. His cheeks warmed even more with y/n's fingertips touching his forehead.

He immediately turned his face away from her. "It's getting colder. Fall is coming, isn't it?" 

y/n giggled. "I suppose so." 

Aegon looked like he wanted to say something. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes but said nothing. 

"I don't want to be cross with you, do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, I understand." 

y/n turned her body fully towards him. And put her hand on his arm. "It still doesn't feel right that you didn't tell me, but I understand your reasons." 

Aegon wanted to push y/n's hand away. His feelings for her were no longer an innocent infatuation. Everything he felt for her had intensified. And he didn't want those desires to damage whatever it was between them. 

"You can forgive me any time you want. I deserve every moment you don't forgive me." 

"Just because I resent you doesn't mean we can't spend time together, okay? You can come to my chambers whenever you want." 

Aegon unconsciously moved his hand to his forehead where y/n's fingers had just touched it. "I thought you wouldn't want to see me." 

"There are only two people in this whole castle that I don't want to see. I live in the same chambers with one of them, and the other comes every day to spend time with her grandson." 

Aegon smiled.

y/n fixed her eyes on the picture on the wall again. "Your absence makes it harder for me to tolerate them." 

As Aegon babbled something about understanding, y/n turned to him again. Then she ran her fingers through the waves of his hair.

When y/n first came to the castle, his hair was always unkempt, and his waves were barely visible. 

But now he woke up every morning and combed his hair, using various oils to bring out his waves. 

Because once, when the servants prepared his hair for a celebration, y/n said his waves were beautiful. 

Aegon took her hand from his arm. "I will come to you." 

The warmth of his hand felt good against y/n's cold one. The ring he always wore on his finger was uncomfortable pressure against her hand, but she didn't mind. 

y/n couldn't stop her face from heating up as Aegon held her hand, and their faces were so close.

She carefully got out of bed. "I see you're not wearing your nightclothes. The queen has invited me to tea. Would you like to come?" 

Aegon shuddered at the thought of spending time with his mother long enough to sit and drink tea, but he did not want to leave y/n vulnerable. "Yes, of course." 

y/n crossed her arms and waited for him to get out of bed. They looked at each other briefly. "Oh... You're waiting for me to come."

"Yes?" 

If Aegon came out from under the covers, y/n would see his bulge. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. And anyway, the situation was inappropriate, no matter how you looked at it. 

"I... I need to do something. I need... I need some time. I'll be right with you." 

y/n raised her eyebrows slightly. "You need to do something?" 

Aegon resolutely kept his serious expression on his face and nodded. "I need to do something." 

One side of y/n's lip lifted as she looked at his face. "Have fun," she said. And she left the room without looking back.

Aegon looked over to where y/n had just stood, his expression alternating between surprise and embarrassment.

She didn't understand. Right?

xxx

Aegon hurried out into the hall after finishing his work.

Stroking his hand around his cock several times was enough to get him to cum. He came faster than he usually did. Because y/n, the central source of his desires, had just touched his arm, his face.

Just thinking about her scent filling his nose every time she moved made him finish quickly.

He looked for a while at the semen spilling onto his fingers. The thought of how he could fill her with it almost made him hard again, but he quickly dressed back.

When he arrived in front of his mother's room, he sighed deeply and knocked on the door.

"You may come in," said the familiar voice.

Aegon went in, and when he saw his mother's depressed chambers, he wanted to go out again. 

All around the room were seven-pointed stars and objects that reminded her mother of her gods. But he was more stressed by what he experienced in the room than by the objects.

"Aegon," his mother said in surprise. "I thought you were asleep, as always."

"I was, but I woke up. Then I realized we hadn't spent time together in a while."

His mother smiled but seemed uncomfortable with her eldest son's presence.

He saw y/n sitting on the armchair in the center of the room, eating the lemon cake in front of her. She smiled at Aegon and slid over to make room for him, obviously wanting him to sit with her.

Aegon returned her smile and was about to sit with her, but his mother moved first and sat down with y/n, sending her son a stern look.

Aegon sighed again and settled into the seat opposite them.

"Talya, will you bring the prince some wine?"

'Yet another humiliation.' he thought. "I'll have tea or whatever it is you drink."

The mother looked at her son again with the same puzzled expression and looked at y/n from the corner of her eye. "All right. Talya, the prince will have some tea."

The queen's maid brought tea and a plate for Prince Aegon. She placed a slice of cake on his plate.

"Would you like anything else, my prince?" she asked. Her eyes were constantly shifting between the queen and the prince.

"No, I'm fine."

The maid bowed to the queen and went to the back of the room again.

"Lady y/n, you look happier than usual today. Has something different happened?"

y/n set her cup down on the table and looked briefly at Aegon.

"Nothing different, your grace," y/n said. But she smiled to herself.

Aegon awarded that y/n felt more at ease with his presence in the room.

"Where is your husband?"

y/n's smile instantly froze at the mention of Aemond. "I do not know, my queen."

Whatever the queen did and whatever she said was meant to imply something. y/n may not have realized it, but Aegon knew her well enough to know her mother's every move.

"Has your milk stopped?" The queen asked instantly. y/n almost choked on her tea. "I always wanted you to nurse my grandson yourself, but of course, it is your choice," she said mockingly.

y/n stared at her mother-in-law. How could she have an opinion on such a matter? "I don't think it's something to discuss in front of your son, your grace."

The queen gave a fake smile. "I don't think you are beware of Aegon, my daughter. If you can discuss your bedroom problems with him, I am sure you will have no problem discussing this."

y/n was instantly on her feet. "Is that what this is all about? Is that the reason for your suggestive glances and sarcastic tone?" Then she added reluctantly. "Your grace."

"You're a married woman. You think you can hang out with your husband's brother out of nowhere?"

"Your grace-"

"Mother," said Aegon as he stood up. "How can you accuse Lady y/n like that? Nothing has passed between us. Is the idea that there can only be friendship between us so impossible to you?"

"Sit down, Aegon. I-"

"Instead of blaming y-" he cleared his throat. "Instead of blaming Lady y/n, teach your son how to behave honorably."

The queen stood up in anger. But like Aemond, she did not easily let her anger get the better of her.

"How about you teach him, Aegon, as his elder brother?" she locked her hands. "Perhaps you would if you could get your nose out of the brothels and free yourself from the time you've taken to drooling over my maids."

Aegon clenched his fists. "Mother, you-"

y/n grabbed Aegon's fist. "Aegon, forget it."

"Aegon? When did you become so close that you no longer call each other by your titles? And you expect me to believe that this is a simple friendship?"

y/n turned angrily to the queen this time. "Instead of lecturing us on morals here, deal with your son's faults, your grace." she took a deep breath to calm herself. "And when I say deal with his faults, I don't mean cover them up," she said. "Have you ever spoken to him about it, my queen?"

"About what?"

"Are you mad, mother? Have you finally lost your mind? She's talking about Aemond cheating on Lady y/n and all of you acting as if nothing happened."

The queen looked at Aegon with wide eyes.

"Can we go, my prince?" y/n asked in a low voice. 

Aegon looked at y/n, who was now completely wrapped in his arm. He decided he had to hurry to get her out of that room. And he nodded silently.

The queen watched her son and daughter-in-law leave the room, her heart beating fast. She was sure that they didn't realize what they called friendship between them was so much more than friendship.

But all she wanted to do was protect Aemond. She didn't care about the peace or happiness of her eldest son or a girl from another land.

The moment Aegon and y/n stepped out into the hallway, they breathed a sigh of relief. y/n was holding Aegon's hand, but she didn't realize it. Aegon wanted to squeeze his hand tighter around her, but he didn't dare. He knew she would pull her hand away if she realized they were holding hands.

"I apologize for my mother, for everyone."

"You didn't do anything, Aegon. You're not the one who should apologize. And I don't think the queen talking to her son will change him. You can change how someone acts. But you can't change who they are inside."

Aegon nodded sadly. "What do you want to do-"

y/n instantly pulled her hand away from his. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

y/n stopped walking and looked at Aegon. The prince was tall, so she should have raised her head to see his face, but she didn't. Instead, she looked at Aegon through her lashes.

Aegon had long imagined how she would look like this, and now here she was. 

If they weren't in a sad state, Aegon would get hard again. That was one of the biggest troubles he had been having for a few months. 

"I'm tired. I should go to my chambers.

"Of course," Aegon said, his voice shaking.

y/n began to make her way to her room. Aegon watched her walk, already missing the presence of her hand in his. 

If she were Aegon's, he wouldn't leave her alone for a second. His hands would always be on her hands. On her arms. And on her whole body. He would think of her before himself. Her pleasure before his own. Her comfort before his own.

y/n suddenly turned around. Aegon didn't look away, not afraid that she knew he was watching her. 

"You are not what she says you are. Just because someone tries to mold you doesn't mean you have to fit that mold, Aegon."

Aegon could not answer. He felt his knees growing weak and unable to hold him up. ‘Just because someone tries to mold you doesn't mean you have to fit that mold.’ He repeated the words inwardly as if to commit them to his memory.

As y/n walked to her chambers, he moved to the edge of the wall and held on to it.

xxx

Aemond took a short ride with his dragon and turned back. 

He did not use the royal carriage from the Dragonpit back to the castle. One of the things that helped him clear his head was his daily walks. 

He used to enjoy training with Ser Criston, but spending long hours on the training field was no longer what he found peaceful. Wielding a sword was still his passion, but now he liked to deal with calmer matters. 

Ever since he had claimed Vhagar, she had always made it possible for Aemond to take short breaks from life. He liked being in the sky better than on the ground. 

Aemond didn't tie his hair up when he flew, unlike his kin. He liked the way the wind licked his hair and blew it back. 

But he always dressed warmly. Aemond hated being cold. That's why he always wanted to snuggle up to y/n at night and sleep. And, of course, he wanted to be as close to her as he could. But she refused to even look at him, let alone hold him.

But before, they slept glued to each other every night. 

And on nights when neither of them could sleep, they would snuggle under a blanket and watch the stars. 

He couldn't believe that what he used to have was real. Some nights y/n would lie in his arms, and he would pinch his own arm after making sure she was asleep. 'I'm dreaming, or she's a figment of my imagination,' he always thought. 

He would watch her, trying to be sure of her presence in his arms. 

Now there was none of the intoxications of happiness that he had only two months ago.

Aemond knew she was right. She had every right to ignore him.

But he wanted her to be angry with him and then ignore him. They never fought except the day she found out about Alys. And the day he went to their chambers drunk. 

It never even came up. Yes, y/n ignored him. But at the same time, when she told him about his duties, she used such a tone of voice that Aemond felt dizzy.

If he didn't clench his fingers into fists and squeeze his fists until his knuckles turned white, he would bend her on a table right then and there. 

"The queen is waiting for you in her chambers," she would say, and her tone would be enough to give Aemond an erection.

Aemond's patience was wearing thin as she ignored him while at the same time ordering him around in her sweet voice.

He wanted to shake his head from side to side to distract his thoughts, but he didn't.

He finally managed to take his mind off y/n's body, her curves and breasts, her messy hair, and her cheeks flushed whenever he kissed that spot on her neck.

There was something else he had to focus his attention on with all his might. His beautiful wife, his beloved y/n, had started some rumors behind his back. 

He had first heard the rumor from his mother. It was simple and harmless. It was about y/n would not carry a second child to Aemond. The queen was furious, of course, but it didn't affect Aemond in the slightest. At least he believed it was her right to spread these rumors. 

But a few days later, the rumors came to him in other forms. They snowballed over a week, and the shape they finally took was the last straw for Aemond. 

The rumors were simply about y/n choosing Aegon over him.

But the way people embellished that simple sentence was very different.

But even if the sentence had come to him straightforwardly without any other implication, it would still have angered him.

For the last few weeks, hearing Aegon's name was enough to push him to the limit of his patience.

Aegon had never lifted a finger in his childhood. Nor in all his life up to that day.

Aemond was the only one who had worked through all the hardships to make his name worthwhile. 

And it had worked, but Aegon would be king only because he was born before him.

His brother, who only cared about sticking his cock in every hole he could find, would one day be king.

He had claimed his dragon by his own labor, spending hours in the library for years, always wanting to learn more.

But other than the title of prince, he had nothing of his own.

xxx

Aemond entered their chambers and found his wife at the table, arranging her jewelry. 

He took slow steps toward y/n as he removed the leather gloves from his hand, one finger at a time. "How was your day?" he asked. And put the leather gloves next to the jewelry.

y/n spoke without lifting her head. "I've been working on these for a few hours. Other than that, it was a quiet day." she carefully placed the ruby necklace in the box. 

"How was yours?" 

"It started well. Maelor and I played a little. Well, if holding him on my lap counts as playing." 

y/n took the earrings out of her ears. "He'll grow up. Then you can play all the games you want." 

Aemond nodded. 

He felt angry at y/n, but not for the rumors she was spreading. 

He was angry with her because she was sitting across from him in the thinnest nightgown in her closet, and he wasn't even touching her with his pinky finger. "What did the maesters say about whether we could fulfill our duties as husband and wife?" once again, he was overcome with lust. 

The rumors that had brought him to the room were not even in the back of his mind right now. 

A couple of weeks ago, in a fit of anger, Aemond said he would bed with her, but they never did. And then the doctors told them to wait a while. 

y/n finished at the table and stood up calmly. "Are you asking if I can have sex with you, Aemond?" 

Aemond's lips formed a thin line. A few more sentences with that attitude, and he was going to cream his pants. "I mean, you know, you gave birth. And I thought you might still be sensitive to something like that." 

y/n walked over to her side of the bed. "I'm not bedding with you because the maesters told me to, Aemond." 

She took off the robe over her nightgown. "I'm not bedding with you because I don't want to." 

Aemond sighed at her nipples, clearly visible under the nightgown. 

She picked up the lavender oil from the table beside the bed. She pulled up the skirt of her dress just enough to allow it to reach her leg and began to apply the oil carefully. 

"I-" y/n interrupted him and smiled. "The oil you use is nice too, but I prefer this one." Aemond looked at her, his eye wide. "I-" he cleared his throat. "I should go." As soon as he finished his sentence, he headed for the door.

"As you wish, dear husband."

Aemond's steps stopped instantly. 

Dear husband

Those two words fell so softly from her lips that he decided not to leave the room. There was nowhere more important for him to be than next to his wife.

He moved to his side of the bed, and y/n watched him, wondering what he was doing.

He took off his leather coat and placed it on the chair. 

"May you call the maid? I'm going to take a bath."

y/n nodded and took the robe, and put it back on. 

After telling the guard at the door to call the maid, she walked towards Aemond.

He looked sad. It was as if whatever had been on his mind for days had aged him a few years.  

She had tried not to care. She was already succeeding in the past few days. But it didn't make sense to her that Aemond should look so vulnerable. 

She wanted to ask how he was, but the words caught in her throat. She watched him as she took off her robe again, not wanting to miss a move.

Aemond's hand trembled as he unbuttoned his first button. y/n continued to watch him in amazement. 

When Aemond switched to the second button, he lingered on it for a long time. 

His hands weren't shaking enough to prevent him from undoing the button, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.  

y/n couldn't stand the sight before her any longer. How could someone's head be so disorganized that they couldn't unbutton their buttons?

y/n grabbed his hand to stop him and started to unbutton him herself. 

Aemond watched her expression without saying anything. He was surprised, but at the same time, he was trying to enjoy their closeness.

Her fingertips first touched the skin on his chest. Aemond's heart sped up, and his breaths became more frequent.

He was frightened that she might feel or even see his chest rising and falling faster than usual. He didn't want her to know she had such a hold on him.

Aemond put his hand behind his back and squeezed as she unbuttoned the buttons above his navel.  

After she undid all the buttons, she ran her fingers over his belly. 

She had always been fascinated by the fair skin that all the Targaryen had. 

She stroked his muscles with her fingertips and felt his breathing quicken. 

She admired his skin, smoother than her own, and a few scattered freckles that she could find where they were with her eyes closed. 

"y/n..." he said. And he gently held her arm, exposed by her nightgown. He stroked her arm with his thumb. The moment he said "y/n-" again, there was a knock on the door. 

They both moved quickly away from each other. 

y/n cleared her throat and said, "come in." 

The maid came and bowed at the prince and his wife, then went to the bathroom.

Aemond fiddled with his shirt sleeve to avoid eye contact as y/n let her eyes roam the room. 

As the maid came out of the bathroom, Aemond quickly entered it.

"You can go. Tidy the bathroom tomorrow." 

"Okay, my lady," she said and left the room. 

y/n lay on her bed and waited for Aemond to finish.

She could hear the sound of water from the bathroom. 

y/n closed her eyes, feeling the comfort of the bed, and reached out her hand toward where Aemond always slept. She ran her hand along the bedspread, trying to imagine his warmth.

They used to sleep cuddled together. Their legs would get so entangled that y/n couldn't get out of bed without waking him up.

Aemond's arm would ache from y/n resting her head on it all night, but he wouldn't dare move a finger, let alone his arm.

When y/n was pregnant, he was careful not to squeeze her too tightly, but he always slept with his hand on her stomach.

That was why y/n was surprised when she found out she had been cheated on and cried for days.

Although he was not very close to her in public and during the day, he kept her as close as possible at night. It was as if the depressed, dissatisfied Aemond had gone, and someone else had replaced him. 

y/n thought he loved her. She thought it was just that the way he showed his love was unorthodox. 

But he had no love left to share with her because he had someone else to share it with. 

y/n's eyes were about to fill again with the heaviness in her chest. She tried to calm herself by telling herself everything would be all right, as Aegon had always told her.

When he said it, it was believable. But it wasn't as effective when y/n said it to herself.

He would be afraid to hold her in his arms. He would put his hand on her shoulder and arm to comfort her. 

She closed her eyes tightly when she thought of Aegon. How would she get out of this dilemma?

There was no more water sound coming from the bath. Aemond usually kept his baths long. This time he came out faster than she expected.

He opened the bathroom door quickly. As it opened, y/n's nose filled with Aemond's scent. She couldn't get enough of the smell she hadn't inhaled in weeks. She tried to take deep breaths. His scent both comforted her as it reminded her of the two years they had spent together and made her feel even sadder as it reminded her of his betrayal.

When he saw y/n lying, he closed the door quietly, thinking she must be asleep. Then he took a blanket from one of the armchairs and draped it over y/n.

She opened her eyes as she felt the weight of the blanket. "I wasn't sleeping," she said. But her voice sounded sleepy.

"I thought you were." 

He took the blanket back, folded it casually, and put it back on the armchair.

Since he had dressed in the bathroom, he went straight to bed. But just like y/n, he didn't remove the bedclothes and sat directly on the bed, his back against the headboard.

He put his wet hair behind the headboard so his clothes wouldn't get wet. 

He leaned his head back and closed his eye.

"Aemond, are you okay?" 

"I don't know," he said. "I don't know if I'm okay or not."

y/n realized he sounded hurt. "You can tell me." 

Aemond felt his chest tighten. "How can you still be so nice to me?" 

y/n didn't know how to react at first. "I just wanted to know what upset you." 

"It's Maelor." 

y/n turned to him curiously. How could it be Maelor? How could it be that her beloved son was the problem that confused him?

"What if his dragon egg never hatches?"

y/n also found it strange that his egg hadn't hatched yet, but she didn't think about it much. She didn't know when it was supposed to hatch.

"I'm sure it will hatch." 

"No, you don't know," he said, "you don't know anything." 

She ignored the implication in his voice. "After all, a dragon will come out of it. I'm sure it takes time." 

Aemond stroked around his eye patch. "It's been three weeks. It should have cracked by now." 

"Aemond-"

"If he doesn't have a dragon, the other children in the castle will try to humiliate and harm him." 

"You never know. Maelor can do many successful things without having a dragon. He can fill his life with meaningful things. He can get a good education and can be a good swordsman."

Aemond chuckled. "Trust me. It's all meaningless."  

"But-"

Aemond interrupted her. He didn't want to miss this opportunity, now that he had the confidence to tell her things he had never told anyone. "You talk about how lonely you are in the castle. I was lonely too, y/n. I had no one. I still have no one." 

y/n immediately knew what he was talking about. It was no secret what a lonely childhood Prince Aemond had had, and it was the talk of the kingdom. 

"His father is not like your father. I'm sure you will protect him." 

"If anyone dares to touch him, I will destroy them."

"I would expect nothing less from you."

y/n couldn't understand why she was trying to comfort him. She thought it was because he seemed vulnerable. She suddenly felt she had forgotten everything in her head and had to protect him.

"The most important thing for a Targaryen is that your egg hatch for you," he said. He was obviously still stuck on that. 

"If his egg does not hatch, he will claim a dragon in the future, Aemond. There is a solution."

He shook his head. "No, you don't understand. I was alone all my childhood because my egg didn't hatch for me. A Targaryen without a dragon is the most humiliating thing to be."  

Aemond thought of how he had waited by his egg for days. His mother had always told him it would hatch, but it never had. He would sit by his egg for hours. At night when he slept, he would put it close to him. He thought his Valyrian blood would eventually hatch it, as he had read in the books. That was why he always kept it very close. But nothing ever happened. To him, the egg was nothing more than a worthless stone.

"But then you claimed Vhagar, Aemond, the greatest dragon alive." 

He looked at her face briefly. 

He could never despise the freedom and power that Vhagar had brought him. But she could not give him back his childhood.

"Throughout my childhood, I had to watch their interaction with their dragons in the Dragonpit. They made fun of me all the time. Jace, Luke..." his face hardened at the mention of Luke. "Your dear Aegon." 

y/n lowered her gaze to her lap. 

"They took everything from me, y/n, the little courage I had as a child, my self-confidence," he said. "My eye. They took my everything. And he still continues to steal everything I have."

y/n knew who he was talking about and what he meant by stealing. 

Aegon had finally shattered the only structure he could call family. He was trying to steal y/n's love from him. And he did not doubt that Maelor would love Aegon more than he loved him. 

"No one steals from you anymore, Aemond. You wanted it to be like this. Everything you are suffering is a result of what you've done."

Aemond turned on her angrily. "And here's the other thing. What do you get out of people thinking I have a small cock and that I'm a fool who can't even get laid?" 

"Nothing. But I feel happier. You don't get what you deserve in this fucking castle. At least you can understand a little bit of how I feel. The way people look at you with pity, the way everyone talks about you in the corridors..." 

"You know they are lies."

"Do you think so? I don't remember saying anything about how amazing the size of your cock is or how well you fuck."

Aemond straightened his posture. His hair was starting to touch his shoulders and arms. His wet hair had already begun to leave wet spots. 

He was surprised by her foul language, but he also liked it. 

"You're not going to get anything by acting angry." 

"But I'm not acting angry, Aemond! I am angry." 

"I would never leave you for someone else to take. Tell that fucking bastard in one of your secret meetings that if he becomes king one day, it won't affect me. If he wakes up one day and becomes one of the seven gods, he can't take you away from me. You both better get that through your heads." 

y/n's eyes filled with tears of anger. "Aemond, you've already ruined my life once! What's wrong with you?" 

Aemond got up from the bed. "You are mine. Maelor is mine. I know you would never sleep with Aegon, y/n. You're not that brave." 

"Bravery? Is it brave to sleep with someone else when you're married, Aemond? You haven't even apologized, and now you're standing here telling me this!" 

Aemond took a back step as if to free himself from that conversation.

"Are you upset that your whore got pregnant by someone else? Is that why you're like this? Is Maelor's egg your excuse?" 

"You think I am upset because of her? You think she's important to me?" 

"Then why did you follow her around for years?"

Aemond paused. 

"Wasn't I enough for you?" she asked, averting her eyes. 

"y/n..." Aemond said, taking a step toward her. 

"I know I don't know much. But I thought you liked the nights we spent together."  

"y/n..." he said again. "You're more than enough." 

"Then why? I don't understand..." y/n said, her voice very low. She wasn't sure if Aemond had heard her, but from the sad look on his face, he had heard her.

"I'm sorry. For making you feel inadequate." 

y/n shook her head. "It doesn't matter how you made me feel, Aemond. You ruined everything. We..." she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying. "We could have been a happy family. I could have given you the love of a family." 

Aemond's vision blurred. 

"At least tell me why."

The words came to the tip of his tongue, but he held himself back. "I can't." 

This time y/n could not hold back her tears. "See you tomorrow, Aemond," she said. Then she left the room, knowing where to go.

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[peterparkersnose]

Throne

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, sugar daddy themes (not au), undefined relationship, dominance, teasing, aegon can be such a fucking asshole, guilt tripping, neck play, angst, public pleasuring, punishments (yay), dirty talk, fem!receiving oral, fingering, begging, delayed orgasm, blood play, degradation, aftercare, aegon's ownership of reader

a/n ok ok ok i actually really enjoyed writing this smut. so much. i just love me a good dominant man that does what he wants (within reason ofc we love consent here)

summary Y/N is taught a lesson by Aegon

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“What is it?” she asked, bursting into the throne room angrily. No bows, no titles, just anger.

Aegon smirked at her devilishly, watching her approach him with such an angsty tone.

“I cannot just simply ask for you to pay me a visit?” he asks, unfolding his legs from the childish position on the Iron Throne and straightening his back.

“I don’t like being torn from my studies just because you wish to see me.”

He laughs out loud, almost mockingly. “A ‘Hello your Majesty’ and perhaps a bow would have done.” Aegon scoffed, staring her body up and down like she was a new shiny toy. He noticed the dress she was wearing; the one he had commissioned for her after she was such a good girl after their previous endeavors together. She earned it- she deserved it. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Aegon said, rubbing his legs until he got to his knees and finally stood.

“Have you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him.

“It’s rude to deny your king of what he wishes. I called upon you nearly an hour ago.” Aegon declares as he skips down the stairs, meeting her halfway and softly grabbing her wrists. He was just as an impatient man as he was a gruesome King. He holds her at arm’s length, looking her up and down once again with hungry eyes. 

“And you are what I currently desire.”

She catches her breath as she stares at him. “You called me out of my studies… for this?”

She stares at him, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room feels suffocating as if the tension between them has thickened the air. Her initial confusion morphs into a wave of disappointment and frustration, evident in the deep furrow that forms between her brows.

Her disgust was off-putting to him. With a menacing glare, so different from the adoring one he had for her moments ago, he pulled her close and brought his fingers to her chin, and forced her to stare into his gaze. His face contorts, momentarily betraying a flicker of vulnerability, as her disgust pierces through his facial facade. In response, his expression transforms, and his previously adoring gaze is replaced by a cold stare that bores into her soul. “I can do what I want, when I want. I am the King. Do you understand?” 

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, a chilling reminder of his position of authority. 

She does not reply, her lips tightly sealed as she gazes into his tired eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. In fact, it was clear that he hasn't slept in days. The exhaustion seeps into every fiber of his appearance, affecting his posture, his movements, and even the cadence of his voice. His shoulders sag, burdened by the weight of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and perhaps watching over her every movement. She wasn’t obedient enough yet for his liking, evident by her previous actions of the day. 

“Do you understand?” he asks once again, this time with more anger backing up his tone. Aegon was not one to be denied, especially when he felt such ownership over her. His grasp on her wrists became tighter as his breath now drew on her ears. “You act like you don’t deserve this dress. I had it made for you. Act like you deserve it, love.” 

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his words flew through her. She let out a shuttered breath. 

Aegon smirked at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a kind smirk to most, but she could recognize the evil behind his mask. “Not good enough,” he groaned. 

“Perhaps you shouldn’t wear it anymore. You are misbehaving, hm? What happens to disobedient girls? Do they get to keep all the presents they were so gracefully gifted?”

Aegon’s hand moved to her neck, softly squeezing it. It didn’t harm her, if anything it would be seen as comforting. But she knew, she knew how Aegon worked. His hand traveled from her neck to her collarbone, touching the stone necklace that rested on her chest. “So pretty,” he whispered, fingering the stone. As he got bored of that, his hand traveled to her neckline. Right between her cleavage, he dipped his fingers under her hem, feeling the top of her breasts. 

She looked beyond him and to the Iron Throne, feeling the oh, so familiar guilt mixed with pleasure wave crash upon her once again. 

Aegon’s fingers moved from her chest, following the hem of the neckline of the dress up to her sleeve, and pushed her left sleeve down exposing her shoulder. “What shall your punishment be?” he asks her, bending over slightly to kiss her shoulder ever so softly. His hand moved to her cheek now, cupping it and forcing her to look at him once again. 

“Punishment? What for?” she asked. He couldn’t tell if she was toying with him or being serious. He let out a cruel little laugh. “For being late to my summoning and disobedient to your King.” he scoffed, stating his words like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You treat me as such even though I treat you so kindly. Do you know how many coins this dress cost the crown?” he asked, pulling down her other sleeve. She shook her head no.

“More than I pay any one of these useless studs in a year.” he said, looking around at the six guards that stood obediently in the throne room. They all looked the same and sat perfectly still, their only intention to protect this arrogant man and the crown. 

She quite adored the dress. Aegon really did well with this gift, it was spot on to what she wished for. Perhaps above her wildest dreams of what it could be, it most definitely exceeded her expectations from their… their strange agreement. The dress, in every aspect, seemed tailor-made for her. It was neck tied with a few buttons around the back of her neck and with a short sleeve. It was colored a deep gold and bronze. The colors seemed to breathe life into the fabric, casting a radiant glow that shimmered with every movement she made. The neckline plunged, showing off her assets quite nicely. It had beautiful traditional embroidery, one fit for a noble of quite high standings. The waistline, designed with precision and purpose, hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her frame with a subtle grace. A bust of gold adorned the ensemble, meeting at her navel and drawing attention to her slender waist, creating a beautiful pattern that enhanced her natural beauty. It was floor length and seemed fit for a Queen. 

“You will behave. Even if I have to teach you a lesson. It’ll do you better than any of those stupid Septas teaching you how to be a Lady.” he whispered to her, now grabbing her hand at her side and entwining his fingers with hers. It was a surprisingly kind gesture, one she didn’t expect from him. 

He led her to stand in front of the Iron Throne, her back to the chair and he stood a step below her. It felt almost wrong, as he was the King and she was just a noble Lady. She looked at him with a confused face, unsure of what he was doing. Aegon had a terrible grin displayed as he looked her up and down once more. Aegon placed his hand on her stomach, pushing her back into the throne. 

“Aegon what are you…”

He shushed her quickly and harshly. 

“You will obey. Do you hear me?”

She nodded. He got down on his knees, reaching out one of his hands for her to place her hand in. He graciously accepted her hand, kissing it slowly, giving each finger its deserved attention. She was flushed, embarrassed at what the guards must have been viewing at that moment.

Little did she know, that was the easiest part of this she would have to endure in terms of embarrassment. 

“Did I ever tell you how pretty your hands are? So gorgeous.” he kissed her palm. “Especially when they are around my cock. That’s my favorite, seeing your pretty little fingers work for me.” 

Her eyes widened as he said these words. A red tint came to her cheeks, but that only made Aegon want more of a reaction from her. 

Aegon dropped her hand, now placing his hands on both of her thighs over her dress. “I want no complaints from your lips. Do you understand?”

She was hesitant to answer him again. Furrowing his brows, he was angered by her rebellion. He grabbed down on her thighs harder now, his thumb trailing dangerously close to her core. His eyes met hers once again, waiting for a response. 

“Mhm,” she whined out, feeling the pressure building between her thighs. 

“Good girl.”

With a sudden movement, his hands left her thighs over her dress. Aegon lifted her legs to his shoulders, each leg resting on each shoulder. He moved his hands to cradle her lower back, pulling her closer to his face. She squirmed, as she did not expect this move from him at all. She didn’t have time to complain. His hands delved under her skirt, pulling at her undergarments and swiping a finger over her bundle of nerves. 

He laughed at her reaction, watching her squirm under his touch was one of his favorite sights. 

“Hold your pretty present for me.” he ordered, speaking sweetly with a hint of cruelty as he bunched up her skirt, holding the expensive fabric in his hands for her to grasp. She listened. 

“B-but Aegon, the guards.” she protested. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, smirking and staring at her with a look that she was the most idiotic woman in the world. “Fuck the guards, my love. Perhaps they’ll enjoy the pretty little noises you’ll make for me. Stroke their own cocks to the memory of your wails after their shift.”

She gasped at his words in shock. Her gasp was followed up with another one, but a pleasurable one. Without warning, Aegon delved his face between her thighs and began lapping eagerly at her cunt. There was no warning, just an over sense of his tongue on her. 

Y/N let out a guttural groan, her hands moving straight to his hair. She pulled ever so lightly, her head resting against the back of the throne as he worked his magic. “But if anyone… if anyone were to see.” she says between breaths, now looking down at his blonde head between her thighs. He stopped momentarily and looked up at her. He licked his lips, as her juices dripped off his chin. 

“Then they will see that I am very obviously busy.”

He returned to his place between her thighs, but this time brought a finger to her and inserted it. 

“Aegon!” she cried out as he did, pushing herself forward and more eagerly into his grasp. She could feel his chuckle on her cunt as he stopped momentarily. He kissed her and continued his multitasking of eating her out and fingering her. His nose sat perfectly within her. It was almost as if his nose was made just for her cunt. 

He works for a while more, he could feel her pulsating around his fingers. This only drove him more mad, as if he was drunk off of her. He inserted another finger, revealing another groan from her that went straight to his cock. He pumped in her faster by the second, he was sure she was going to cum any minute now. “Are you close?”

She nodded eagerly. A smile came to his lips. “Do you want to cum?” he asked, his wrist beginning to hurt with the angle he was pumping his fingers in and out of her. Oh, how he would suffer for her pleasure. 

“Use your words,” he says sharply. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I-I…” she could barely form a sentence. “Tell me,” he ordered her. “Beg for it,”

Her hips rolled against his touch as she cried out for him. “P-please, let me cum.” she whispered out, with all her might she had left. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, dear.” Aegon teased her cruelly, her words weren’t enough to satisfy his needs. “Say my name like I’m yours, like you fucking mean it.”

“Aegon,” she breathed out, trying her best to keep her eyes open. “Louder,” he demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Aegon!” she blurted out, loud enough for anyone down the hallway to hear her voice. “Just like that, yes.” he praised her, brushing his free hand up her thigh. His touch sent chills down her spine, a foreshadowing of what was about to come. He could feel her heat rising, her climax was definitely near. He kissed her thigh, looking up at her pretty face as she moaned, her head bowed back and her left hand in his locks. This is exactly how he wanted her; this was what she deserved. A fitting punishment for a brat such as herself. 

“Yes, you can do it. Come on my fingers, pretty girl.” he says, moving his fingers to her clit and circling it just as he knew she enjoyed it. She tried to speak his name, but she couldn’t process the syllables to do so. She had used the last remnants of her voice moaning his name only seconds ago as he had requested. Only a strange mutter mixed with a moan came from her. “Oh yes, just like that.” he says, adding now a third finger temporarily, stretching her out. Aegon was pleased by her lack of words. She nods as he does so, with her hands moving from being entwined in his hair to absolutely anything around her. 

Usually, when they were in bed, she would grasp the sheets when she became close. It was something to ground her, making her feel stable in her weak state as she would cum. Now as she was surrounded by swords, there wasn’t much to hold on to. But that thought didn’t occur to her, as she was too obsessed with the orgasm that currently racked through her body. She let out a cry as she stupidly grasped a sword, slicing her finger as she came.

Aegon didn’t notice this at first, all he could do was watch her cunt clamp down on his fingers. He smirked evilly as he kissed her slit once more, then grabbed the bunched-up dress from her waist and made her modest once again. 

She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, but her eyes were on her now sliced finger. “Fuck,” she whispered. That caught Aegon’s attention. He now stood in front of her, ready to scold her for her language, but then saw her wound. 

“You stupid woman.” he scoffed, grabbing her wrist. He inspected the cut. “How could you be so dumb? Grabbing the Iron Throne?” he asked, looking at her with a certain look of disdain. 

“I suppose you want me to fix it.” he groaned, looking into her eyes. A sense of embarrassment has filled her, more than already had. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

“Good. You’ve learned your lesson.” he smiles with dead eyes, his power trip coming to its height as he praised her. 

He takes her finger into his mouth, licking off the blood. Y/N groaned as he did, as his tongue swiped the cut roughly. Aegon enjoyed watching her in pain, swirling his tongue on her cut as he did with her clit just minutes ago. 

After the wound was empty of blood, he swallowed hard. So obviously, letting her know that her blood now rested in his throat. As a way to let her know that he truly does own her. 

“Do you want a bandage? I would hate for that to get infected.” 

He lets go of her hand.

She inspected her now-cleaned cut, but more blood seemed to seep through. Y/N knew all too well that it wouldn’t be that easy with Aegon.

“Do you want one?” he asks her. She nods. He comes close to her once again, grabbing her chin like he did before, and looked into her eyes, their faces only inches apart. “Use your words, love.” he says quietly but dominantly. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asks, raising her chin slightly.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he purred once again. Aegon snapped his fingers at the nearest guard, and within seconds a bandage is delivered to him, along with some sanitizing liquid in a vile. The guard returns to his place. Y/N struggled to look the man in the eyes, knowing all six guards heard her moments before. 

He carefully took her hand, treating it with such grace. “Such a shame to see your pretty fingers hurt. Be more careful next time, dear. I don’t like my things to be broken.”

Aegon took some of the sanitizer and placed it on her cut. It made her pull back her hand slightly as she seethed at the pain. “You could have warned me,” she hissed. Aegon rolled his eyes. “Watch your tongue, girl. I am doing you a favor.”

He closed the vile and placed it in his pocket, and began to unwrap the bandage. “Is it too tight?” he asked her, looking up at her with kind eyes. She knew that his care wouldn’t last long, so she enjoyed it while she could. “No, my King. Just right.” she replied. He smiled as she used his proper title, the feeling of love he had for her returning momentarily. Aegon tied off her bandage, lifting her wrist and kissing her finger. 

"There we go," he says proudly, looking from her hand and back to her. Aegon was in awe of what was his. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her post-orgasm state. He huffed proudly.

“All better.”

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[thattargboy]

Imagine…

Being Aegon’s sister-wife and he tries to get you and your children to run away with him across the Narrow Sea to avoid being crowned King.

“You need to get up,” You awoke to your husband frantic, and presumably drunk, shaking your shoulder. You shrugged him off and rolled over but it did not sway him.

“Darling, get up,” Aegon said frantically. “We have to go.”

“My love,” you said as you sat up, yawning and wiping the sleep dust from your eyes. “‘Tis the hour of the owl, let me sleep. What could be so important?”

“Our father is dead,” Aegon said solemnly, his words like ice water over you. “Mother and Grandsire mean to name me king. I already have our dragons prepared for flight.”

Your eyes shot open. Whatever state you expected to see your husband in, fully dressed, somewhat sober and dry-eyed, holding your babe with a panicked wet nurse and your two sleepy toddlers on his tail was certainly not it.

“Seven Hells,” you said and rose from bed, running both your hands down your face. You always knew this day would come, and yet even as your father’s health deteriorated, you did not expect it so soon. Perhaps you were blinding yourself, not wanting to face what will, what is, coming after. “How do you even know? I’ve heard nothing of this.”

“When I was… in the city, I had heard Mother’s handmaiden talking with someone; she said Father supposedly named me his heir on his deathbed. With only Mother as a witness. I do not want to stay.” Uprooting our lives over gossip he heard while he was out whoring?

“Are we going somewhere?” Aemon, your eldest, asked. His sister sniffled but he held her hand. You did not know what to say. This was all too much to process. “Is Grandsire dead?”

Your children held no love for their inattentive grandsire, nor did you for your father, but the information clearly distressed all of them. Or perhaps it was their father’s clear panic that was scaring them. Aegon held your little Daerion on his hip, who clearly did not want to be awake, and looked like he was on the verge of wailing.

Aemon and Elaena stood behind him with the nursemaid. The twins were still in their sleep-clothes and held the toy dragons they cannot sleep without. The very picture of innocence and confusion.

You took Daerion from his father’s arms and cradled the small boy. Aegon took your hand, eyes pleading.

“What is it you mean to do?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down. “Take off on Sunfyre and Moonborne to find Saera Targaryen and live in her pillow house for the rest of our days?”

“That sounds lovely to me,” he said.

“Be serious, Aegon!” You chided as you bounced your son. “We cannot run away from our duty, from our family.”

“I am serious, we cannot stay. Being King is the last thing I want, I will hardly be good at it,” Aegon said, taking your face in his hands and pressing his forehead against yours. “My duty is to protect you and our children, and leaving will do that, you know what crowning me will cause. The wet nurse may go wherever she wishes after Daerion is weaned.”

He was serious, that was the bad part. And he was right, which was even worse— whether or not your father truly did name Aegon heir mattered little. Any attempt to put Aegon on the throne will be seen by your half-sister and her supporters as an act of war, putting you and your children in danger.

“We must act swiftly, just say the word.” Aegon kissed you, once, twice, tears finally filling his eyes. “Please, Y/N. Do this for me, out of the love you have for me as a wife, as a twin.”

Most husbands would demand this of you, tearing you and your children from all you have ever known, yours is begging. You kissed your son’s forehead and contemplated, unsure of your next move. Unsure of the future and safety of your family, scared and confused.

Notes: I gave you and Aegon the same amount of children as Aegon and Helaena (twin son and daughter and a younger son) but I didn’t want them to be the same so I changed the names. All their children are named in honor of their siblings. Please tell me what you think, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Ao3 repost if you want to read it there instead

[dreamfyrie]

Aegon Targaryen II Headcanons: Your Wedding Night & Marriage *Explicit*

• before you were even married you already knew he had mommy issues, it didn’t take maester level intelligence to put that together

• and had certain.. kinks that resulted from them

• he was relieved when he found out you were still a maiden

• you would be unaware that some of the things he liked to do during sex weren't particularly... usual

• it also meant you were probably clueless about how sex worked and he could shape and train you to please him

• little did he know you had heard rumors of how hungry his appetite is and you snuck out to a brothel before your wedding to gain some kind of insight on how to please a man

• the marriage was arranged and you knew he wasn't happy about the thought of being tied down so you wanted to make sure you'd be able to fulfill his needs and prove to him you were a worthy match

• he was ready to take your maidenhood and had no plans of going soft and slow on your wedding night

• but when he walked into your chambers and saw you waiting on the bed with a nervous look in your eyes, trying your best to act brave, something in his heart broke

• he knew you were just as much an unwilling participant in this marriage as he was and it felt cruel to force himself onto you

• you sort of reminded him of his mother, an innocent girl having to marry the king

• he made a vow then and there that he wouldn't be like his father, he refused

• he told you if you weren't ready to consummate the marriage, it was okay

• when you told him you had no choice, that they needed to see the blood from losing your maidenhood on the sheets, he casually told you he’d cut himself and smear his own blood on the sheets so the small council wouldn't know

• you hadn’t felt such care in so long, your parents had pushed you into this marriage and he was the first one to treat you like an actual person during this whole process

• after he had shown you his true self, you had never been more ready to lose your maidenhood in your entire life

• you thought aegon would be a selfish lover given he was a king and used to everyone catering to him, but you were wrong

• you were different, he knew you understood what he was going through, his instinct to use you for his selfish desires went out the window

• he had never really cared to pleasure a woman with his tongue before but he found he really loved doing it for you and kept going until you had to literally pull his mouth off you

• the biggest grin covered his face along with your cum

• an intense need to satisfy a woman and be praised had overcome him, he wanted a woman to be proud of him

• aegon used to be a loud lover but was quiet when it came to you

• he didn't want to miss a single praise that fell from your lips, your whines and moans of approval were enough to make him cum

• your wedding night taught you a lot of things about aegon, mostly that aftercare was essential and he needed to be kissed and held

• soon after the wedding, the topic of when you would produce heirs came up

• you were worried aegon wasn't ready to be a father and would find a way to secretly slip you moon tea

• you had no clue he had formed the biggest breeding kink after marrying you and couldn't wait to watch your belly swell with his child

• neither one of you could have anticipated how extremely attractive he’d find you when you were with child

• especially when your milk started to come in

• he would pleasure you with his fingers while he sucked on your breasts for hours

• there was no shame, he felt safe knowing you wouldn't judge him

• maybe he just really loved your breasts or maybe it brought him back to a time when people were happy he was born and before he was seen as a disappointment to his family

• either way, it felt really good and you had no intentions of stopping him

[officialaemondtargaryen]

A Fine Line Masterlist

❝you’ve got my devotion, but man, i can hate you sometimes.❞

Summary: You've been with Aegon for a little over four years and the relationship just isn't the same. His brother isn't helping the situation, either. This is a modern day AU.

Pairings: Aegon Targaryen x Reader / Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Series Warnings: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying, possessiveness, stalking, manipulation, explicit language, alcohol use, recreational drug use.

The End of Love

Tolerate It

The Exit

Under The Table

Savior Complex

Permanent Damage

Eyes Closed

Hands Off

Moth To A Flame

Don't Know How

Dying Star

Litost

Fine Line

[leviathanspain]

you’ll learn to hate me

aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader, aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

chapter two: the day i tried to live

synopsis: aemond had lost an eye, and your friendship

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the funeral had been miserable. it was a miserable affair, your aunt laena had died in childbirth, her babe never even had a chance. you wished there was more to mourn, but you had only met her once in childhood.

the affair was spent with your cousins, baela and rhaena, who were somber in their grief. you hardly knew them either, but you tried to be understanding.

after some time, you excused yourself to stare off into the sea below driftmark. wind blew just as someone approached, “i suppose you find the sea calling to you, as well?” prince daemon leaned over to gaze at the sea, violet eyes sweeping over the sight. you were surprised to see him, “prince daemon.” you greeted, “my condolences.” you offered, and daemon nodded, “thank you, child.”

you nodded, and inhaled, “the sea does nothing but make me sick. the winds call to me, i am a dragon rider more than i shall ever be a sailor.”

daemon took a swig from his goblet, and hummed in response to your answer, eyes watching as you walked off.

daemon always knew she was his. from the moment she was conceived, daemon had not a doubt she wasn’t his. it was as if she knew too, her answer was enough.

daemon finished the drink in his goblet, tossing it into the sea as he cursed under his breath.

aegon had found his way to your side before you even realized. the engagement hadnt been mentioned the garden incident, and you haven’t talked to him since.

“aegon.” you acknowledged evenly.

“princess y/n.” he responded.

“it’s been a few summers since i’ve seen my betrothed.” he commented. your eyes slid to him, but you remained quiet.

aegon turned to look at you, “be glad i convinced them not to break it off. you could be the wife of some fat lard lord who’s older than the king.” he spat.

you sneered at his comment, yet you realized the truth.

however, aegon was a product of the hightower hounds, he wasn’t all that much better. but he was not a liar, from what it seemed.

you glanced over at alicent who was standing alone, you looked at aegon and then towards your own mother, solemn as she looked around, “seems like we both need to be the pillar at our mothers’ sides. i recommend you go to yours, aegon.” and you walked towards rhaenyra, unsure of how to feel about him.

the knocking made you jump. you had been sitting on the bed, contemplating what to make of the conversation with aegon, and if you were really getting married. you had asked rhaenyra but she told dismissed the topic of conversation completely.

you could understand why, it was a funeral. but daemon laughing during it made it feel like anything but a funeral.

you got up from the bed and grabbed your nearest robe. padding over, you opened the door warily. but there was already someone at it.

“aemond.” you murmured with surprise. you pulled the door open more and in walked aemond. driftmark didn’t have the usual guards at the door like dragonstone, so you weren’t surprised that he was able to make his way to your room without being stopped.

“did something happen?” you pulled the openings of your robe closer together and aemond shook his head, “not unless you want to count the genius idea that i’ve just had.”

he went on with it and the chilling feeling down your spine was enough to let you know this was a bad idea.

aemond grabbed your hand before you could protest and began to drag you out of your room and towards the beast.

vhagar had no rider, she had burned hers to a crisp, and aemond planned to claim her. it was a grand idea, if it wasn’t conceived at the funeral of her previous rider.

“aemond!” you whispered, protesting as he continued to walk. you were getting closer, the smell of dragon wafted towards you.

the walkway didn’t seem to end until you saw her. you had ridden with your mother before on syrax, but syrax was not the beast that was vhagar. she was horrifying, but magnificent. she lifted her head, her loud breaths and rasps as she sniffed out, and craned her mouth open. aemond stepped forward, “aemond no!” your mother had told you stories of vhagar. she was a war dragon, trained to kill, a weapon amongst men. aemond was just a boy, he could never wield such weapon properly.

aemond ignored your protests, and you ran off, knowing he wouldn’t listen to you.

you abandoned aemond, and ran towards your mothers chambers. you pounded on the door until you heard her voice.

“mother!” you called and she opened the door, her face a blaze of fury. rhaenyra listened to your story, and immediately ran.

sounds of children yelling made her run faster, even more when she heard alicent’s voice. rhaenyra pushed the doors open, revealing the sight.

you flinched, upon seeing the scene. luke, bleeding from his nose, aemond with his eye gouged out, and jace looking at them both with baela and rhaena looking nervous. you grabbed onto your mothers skirts, as your brothers ran towards her.

“aemond!” alicent shrieked upon seeing her son and you swallowed thickly. aemond was the worst looking of them, his face was already bruising from the wound.

your ears rang the whole time the situation was explained. only when everyone’s eyes were on you did you finally snap back into the reality.

aemond had no eye.

but he had claimed vhagar.

rhaenyra looked at you, “did you help aemond claim vhagar?”

you paused for a minute before shaking your head, “no. i tried to stop him! that’s why i ran to get my mother.” you looked at everyone and shook your head, “i didn’t encourage this, if that’s what you are all wondering.”

rhaenyra looked at you, “go to bed.” she looked at jace and luke, “everyone.” she sent the boys ahead of you and rhaenyra pulled you aside for a moment. daemon looked at you with concern, something that surprised you.

“make sure they get to bed. i’ll handle this.” she murmured, and kissed your forehead once before she sent you off.

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[runningmunson]

Free of This

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Summary: You find Aegon unresponsive in your chambers due to an overdose. You stay by his side as he recovers. When he comes to, he finally admits he needs help. Warnings: *TW* mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, drug overdose, mentions of pregnant reader, angst, comfort A/N: So, I wasn't planning on ever writing for Aegon but here I am Masterlist

Aegon was once again late to a small council meeting. Your feet carried you around the castle in search of him as you hoped he wasn't at the usual brothel he frequented. You finally found him lying on the bed in your chambers, asleep on his stomach. 

The room was dark and reeked of wine. You walked over to the thick drapes and opened them up, letting the light and fresh air pour in.

Your husband could be unpredictable after a night of drinking, so you were careful as you approached him. You gently placed your hand on his bare back and noticed his skin was colder than usual. You ran your hand up and down his back. 

“Aegon,” you said softly. No response.

“You are late for your meeting. Your mother and grandfather are waiting,” you said louder this time. Again, no response. You tried to shake him awake, but he felt limp. 

“Aegon, I really need you to wake up!” You began to grow nervous as he usually showed some indication of waking up by now. For a third time, you got no response.

You searched around for something that could have caused this. Your eyes fell to a cup on the bedside table, and you reached over to smell it. Milk of the poppy? What is he doing drinking that? 

You felt like you could be sick. Whether it was from finding your husband unresponsive or from the babe growing inside you, you weren’t sure.

Panic set in. You pushed him to his side and on his back. When that didn’t wake him, you put your fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. It was slow, barely palpable, and his breathing erratic. 

“Oh dear gods, no! Help! I need help! It’s the king!” You screamed as loud as you could, hoping to signal the attention of someone in the halls. Thankfully several people ran in and went to get the maester. 

Not long after, the maester, Alicent, Otto, and several servants came running in the door.

“What happened?” Alicent demanded. 

“I don’t know! I came to get him since he was late, and he wouldn’t respond. I think he drank too much milk of the poppy,” you said in tears, fearful of the current state of your husband.

“How long and how much has he been taking?” The maester questioned you. 

“I didn’t even know he was taking it. We haven’t been sleeping in the same bedroom,” you looked toward Aegon, slightly embarrassed that your and your husband’s distance is now known to others. You squeezed his hands as if that would will him awake. 

“I need to administer an antidote, but I will say the next few days will be critical. Someone must stay with him at all times,” the maester said, then went to work on Aegon. 

“I will stay with-“ his mother spoke up, but you stopped her.

“No, I will. He is my husband. It is my duty to care for him,” you looked at her. She gave you a nod. 

After his heart rate picked up and his breathing became steady, everyone reluctantly left the room, leaving you alone with your husband.

You wet a rag and ran it over his forehead. Once you put it aside, you rested your head on his stomach and observed his face, Oh, my dear Aegon. You must stay with me. We need you.” 

——

It had been two long days before you saw Aegon begin to stir. His hand slowly went up to his face, and he let out a groan. You didn’t have enough time to react before he was throwing up on the ground. You quickly stood from your chair and ran to be by his side, rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him. His mother was also in the room and went to hand him a cup of water. Once he was done, you both helped him ease back into the bed.

“Aegon! Praise the gods! I was so worried about you,” you ran your hands through his hair and kissed his forehead. 

“Worried? Why were you worried?” He asked and pushed your hands away. You tried to hide the hurt on your face.

“You were unconscious for two days. The maester said you consumed too high a dose of milk of the poppy,” his mother answered.

“Well, at least I had some time to get away from the likes of you all,” he said as he rolled his eyes. 

“This isn't funny, Aegon. You could have died!” You tried to grab his hand again, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“There are worse things that have happened to me,” he let out a dry laugh. You had a feeling he was hinting at becoming king against his will and your forced marriage. 

You abruptly stood from your chair; the sound of it scraping on the ground echoed off the walls. Your hair swayed as you turned away from Aegon and his mother. You angrily wiped at the tears falling and stormed out of the room. 

His mother looked at him. The disappointment was evident on her face. “Why would you say such a thing, Aegon? Your poor wife has been worried sick about you.”

“I didn't ask for her to worry about me,” he spat out but refused to meet her gaze, knowing he was in the wrong for acting out this way.

“She was the one who found you, you know. You could hear her screams through half the castle,” his mother spoke. His cheeks turned pink at the growing shame and guilt he felt. “She stayed by your side the whole time, barely ate, didn’t sleep. She was ever the loving and dutiful wife, yet this is how you repay her time and time again.” 

“Well, I’m fine now so you can leave just like she did,” he said. When she didn’t move he turned to her, “As your king, I command you to leave me at once.”

Alicent stood up and shook her head at his eldest son as she walked out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. 

——

It was dark by the time you returned to your chambers. You tried to open and close the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Aegon. When you turned around, you saw that he was already awake and looking at you.

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” you spoke softly. 

“No, I often can’t sleep without you by my side,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze. “It’s, uh- it’s why I take milk of the poppy. It helps me forget everything and finally get some rest.” 

“Aegon… you could have just asked me to join you. You are my king. I wouldn’t have said no,” you walked over and sat next to him on the bed. 

He threw his head back and laughed, “Isn't that the problem though? I don’t want you to be with me because I command it. I want you to be with me because that is what you want.” 

You looked at him confused, “I thought you already knew that is what I want. If I didn’t, I wouldn't be here right now, and I wouldn’t be carrying your child. I love you, Aegon, and I do not wish to go through the problems we are facing.” 

His eyes were glossy as he looked you in the eyes, then trailing down to your bump that he hadn’t noticed until now. He slowly reached out, his fingertips barely touching the place where your child resided as if he was afraid he would hurt them. You took a hold of his hand and placed it firmly on your stomach. He choked out a sob. 

“I don’t want to be like this any longer. I love you and do not want to put you through any more pain. I don’t want our children to see me this way, for them to question whether or not their father loves them. I'm so sorry. I wish to be free of my afflictions and become clear-minded. I need help,” his voice wavered as the tears streamed down his face. 

You moved from your spot and crawled closer to him. You held his face in your hands and kissed away his tears. “I know, my love. And I will be with you every step of the way. We can and will get through this. Together.” 

[spider-stark]

a cruel fate

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary - Having been in love with Aegon your entire life, you always assumed that he never felt the same. Now set to wed his brother, Aemond, your frustration finally peaks and leads to you confessing your feelings.

Warnings - suggestive language/actions, light use of y/n (sorry), sad aegon lol, minors dni please

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Winter had fallen over King’s Landing, offering the air an undeniable chill. It nipped relentlessly at your skin, tinting your cheeks a deep shade of maroon.   

You weren’t dressed appropriately for the weather, still wearing the same black gown that you’d donned at supper. It was a sleek and simplistic thing, one of your favorites, though it left much of your neck and forearms exposed to the frigid elements.   

Gooseflesh began to form along the bare bits of skin, your body’s way of urging you to go back inside the castle and seek out some semblance of warmth.   

Despite knowing that it was the logical thing to do, you didn’t listen. Instead, you brought your knees up to your chest, pressing your forehead against them and further curling into yourself, trying to lock in as much of your body heat as possible.   

Eventually you would have to go back inside the Red Keep, even if only to prevent hypothermia from setting in. But returning inside meant returning to reality; one that you knew you weren’t quite ready to face again.   

So, for now at least, you were content to sit here beneath the weirwood tree and risk freezing to death.    

A strange part of you considered whether death was a more desirable fate than the one you would soon face—though the thought alone was enough to spawn a feeling of guilt deep within your stomach, creeping its way up your throat and making you feel nauseous.   

Prince Aemond Targaryen was a decent man.   

Or, at the very least, he was far more decent than some of the men that wanted your hand.   

There were countless women who would gladly kill for an opportunity to take your place, and you knew that of all the things you should be feeling right now, grateful should be farther up on the list. After all, King Viserys’s youngest son was highly sought after for countless reasons.   

Aemond was undoubtedly intelligent. He had been studying intricate works of philosophy for nearly two decades, and you knew him to be capable of reciting the great histories of Westeros from memory alone.   

He practiced diligently with members of the Kings Guard, having gripped steel in his palms since he was old enough to stand. This meant his talent with a blade was nearly unmatched, leaving him highly revered for his dedication and talent, desired for his capability to protect those around him.   

And, as much as you wished to deny it, Aemond was an incredibly handsome man; even with the leather patch covering his missing eye.   

You were lucky to have ended up betrothed to him, someone that you had known for most of your life and knew would treat you fairly. You were lucky to be granted such a position, one that so many wanted.   

But try as you might, whenever you find yourself thinking of your betrothed, you can’t make yourself feel lucky, knowing that it was a fate you did not want.   

You just felt sick.   

So, instead of celebrating your impending union within the comfort of the Red Keep, hand-in-hand with your future husband, you sat in the dirt beneath the weirwood.   

Hiding—from both the future that awaited you and what would soon be left in your past.   

Unfortunately, the latter was much harder to hide from, given that your past had a nasty habit of always knowing exactly where to find you.   

“Seven hells, y/n! It’s fucking freezing out here!”   

The sound of Aegon’s voice was unexpected, nearly making you jump from your own skin. You lifted your head to look in his direction so fast that you smacked it against the tree behind you. A pained gasp slipped your lips, followed by a hushed series of expletives as a throbbing spread throughout the base of your skull.   

If anyone else were around, they likely would have scolded you for your vulgar use of language, marking it unladylike and improper. But Aegon only laughed at it.   

“Careful now,” he warned playfully, taking another few lazy steps in your direction, “can’t say my brother would be too pleased to hear that his betrothed bashed her own skull in just days before their wedding.”   

You couldn’t understand how you hadn’t heard him approaching, knowing that stealth wasn’t exactly a quality the eldest prince possessed.   

Aegon was always careless and heavy footed, always quick to make his presence known; the opposite of his brother. But tonight, it seemed as if he’d borrowed upon Aemond’s skills–or, more likely, you had been too consumed in your own misery to pay any attention.   

“I’ve been looking for you, you know.” A boyish grin tugged at his pale lips, stopping at the base of your feet and looking down at you.   

For many it was an unusual sight to see Aegon smile, with most having grown used to the permanent scowl that seemed to grace his features. For you, though, it was a standard expression.    

Rubbing at the sore spot on the back of your head, you kept your chin low, refusing to look up as you spoke roughly, “My apologies, your grace. I wasn’t aware my presence was needed anywhere.”   

Aegon’s brow instantly cocked, forehead creasing as he took in both the bitterness and the formality of your statement.   

It was rare that you addressed him with proper terms and hearing them now made him feel uneasy. Your willingness to ignore the politics that threatened to consume his life was one of the many things Aegon adored about you, knowing that with you, he wasn’t the prince or even the King’s true heir—he was just Aegon.   

“Your presence is always needed.” He spoke without thinking, sharing the first thing that came to mind. When you stayed silent, he felt his face grow warm.  

Clearing his throat and trying to redirect, he impishly bumped his foot against yours to try and draw your attention. It didn’t work, your stare fixed to your lap. “Why are you hiding out here anyways?”  

“I’m not hiding.” You swiftly corrected him, finally lowering your hand as the pain in your head dissipated to a dull ache. “I just wanted some fresh air.”  

“You should have told me,” he said, once again failing to hold his tongue, “I would’ve joined you.”  

Restraint had never been a strong suit of his, yet it seemed to fail him further whenever you were around.  

Aegon had never quite gotten used to having someone who actually wanted him around. Growing up surrounded by those who only ever searched for ways to avoid him, he had grown familiar with loneliness.  

But then you came along one day, a scared little girl whose father had just secured a place in King Viserys’s council. Aegon remembered thinking that you seemed just as out-of-place as he did, trying to make a home of this unfamiliar land.  

Imagining that you were even half as lonely as he felt, he took pity on you, approaching you on a whim and cracking some awful joke to ease your mind. And, to his surprise, it worked. Laughter reverberated through your little body, spilling from your lips and urging him to laugh too.  

With one petty and uncharacteristic act of kindness, Aegon became your first friend in the Red Keep, and you became the first person to not just tolerate his presence, but to actually enjoy it.  

It became an addicting feeling for him, seeking out your company and using it to stave away decades loneliness. With you, he felt that he was always pining, always craving—always the opposite of himself.  

You smiled in response to his statement, though he was quick to realize that it wasn’t a kind one. It resembled more of a snarl, lips pressed tightly together, voice taut as you said, “I wasn’t in the mood for company.”  

Aegon’s body immediately went stiff, a pang of rejection coursing through him and making his face screw up. It was intentional, of course, as you knew him well enough to know he would take your comment personally. You hoped it would piss him off enough to make him leave entirely.  

Of course, though, things were never that easy with Aegon.  

“Alright, what did I do?” He asked gruffly, sounding an awful lot like a child waiting to be scolded.  

“What do you mean?”  

“To piss you off!” He all but whined, voice growing louder as his short temper began to rise. “What did I do to make you act like this?”  

You were stumped, left to purse your lips as you struggled to conjure an answer that didn’t involve you telling him the truth.  

Aegon had been on his best behavior as of late. It had been ages since you last heard of him visiting the Street of Silk and he hadn’t been allowing himself to fall too deeply into his cups.  

In many ways, it seemed that since your betrothal to his brother was announced, Aegon had been far more composed, happier, even—a fact that likely should have made you happy as well.  

But it didn’t.  

If anything, it made you miserable.  

With a deep sigh, agitated by your own complicated feelings and him, you answered with a half-truth, “You haven’t done anything, my prince.”  

The sound of that word, that fucking title, falling from your lips was enough to snap something within him, his quick temper getting the better of him.  

An annoyed growl ripped through his throat, stomping his foot against the dirt. Even without looking at him you could feel his lilac eyes burning into you, glaring down at you.  

“Stop that.”  

You played coy, repeating the phrase that had gotten a rise out of him. “Stop what, my prince?”  

In a selfish way, you wanted him to be angry, to feel even half as unhappy as you were right now.  

“Stop talking to me like my mother’s around!” He grumbled.  

Bold and fueled by your own misery, you pushed him further, “Is that a command, my pri-”  

Aegon cut you off before you had a chance to antagonize him further, shouting far louder than intended, “No! It’s not a fucking command!”  

You were instantly stunned, finally breaking as your gaze flicked up from your lap, staring at him with wide-eyes.  

This wasn’t the first time you had heard Aegon yell.  

After all, you’d grown up with him, having practically become the elder boy’s shadow. You had heard him yell at knights, at servants, and even his siblings—but this was the first time he had ever yelled at you.  

You expected to be scared, having found yourself the target of his short temper. But, in a strange way, you found that you liked it. For a moment, however brief, you were the target of his passion. Even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted, it was still something.  

Aegon clearly didn’t share those feelings though, regret swiftly washing over him. He took a deep breath, his head lowering as he attempted to calm himself.  

“You know that I would never command you to do anything.” He told you, much softer than before. A hand rose to his head, his fingers roughly tugging at his silvery locks. “I was only asking you to stop. As your friend.”  

You knew that his statement was meant as a kindness. A testament, even, that he would never use his position of power against you, viewing you as far more than one of his father's subjects. Knowing that, however, did not stop it from landing against your chest like a harsh blow, your lip curling in disgust at the sound.  

For years you had thought yourself happy to have Aegon as a friend. But, as much as you didn’t wish to admit it, you knew that you would be far happier to have him as more than that.  

As the two of you grew older, you found yourself tired of sitting on the sidelines, watching as Aegon lusted over every woman that crossed his path. You watched as he chased after servants and whores, throwing his attention and his cock at anyone who would pay him any attention.  

Except for you.  

Often it felt as if you were the only woman in the world that he didn’t want, even as you grew desperate for him. While Aegon seemingly craved your friendship, you craved him.  

Having become further vexed by your own thoughts, you let out a particularly loud huff, falling back against the weirwood tree and ignoring the way Aegon’s brows raised at your dramatic display. “Not for much longer.” You proclaimed, watching blankly as your breath turned to a cloudy mist amongst the cool air. “So you should get used to the formalities.”  

“Well what the fuck do you mean by that?” Aegon asked, sounding thoroughly exasperated.  

He found females to be entirely too difficult to communicate with. They were fickle creatures, prone to speaking in riddles and leaving him with a kind of headache that couldn’t be easily remedied. It was the reason he did his best to avoid them altogether, save for whenever one was crawling into his bed.  

You were an exception, however. The only woman he cared enough about to actually try and decode your cryptic speech.  

“I’ll be married soon,” you told him simply, shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, “it’ll change things.”  

 “Ah, yes!” Aegon commented caustically, laughing dryly, “My apologies! I forgot that as soon as you’re wed my brother plans to throw you in the Maidenvault, never to be seen again!”  

You cut your eyes at him, letting your head drop back against your knees. “So glad that you’re taking this seriously, Aeg.”  

The muffled remark made his laughter grow quiet, realizing that you clearly weren’t in the mood for his antics. For whatever reason, even if he didn’t understand it, you were serious about thinking that your marriage to Aemond would affect your friendship.  

Silence settled over the two of you, a suffocating and heavy sort of thing. The ground crunched beneath his boots, and you wondered if he had finally had enough of your temperamental behavior.  

It was a thought that should’ve brought you some relief, given that you had been purposely trying to piss him off enough that he’d leave you to wallow alone in your misery, but it didn’t. Instead, you only grew more agitated at the thought of Aegon running off to seek out the company of someone far more amenable than you.  

You went to lift your head, already considering pleading with him to stay, before you suddenly felt the warmth of his body pressing against your side as he sat on the ground with you.  

The close proximity quelled your building nerves, your muscles instinctively relaxing in his presence.  

“So you’re not angry at me,” he ventured, seemingly unaware of the fact that your heart was now in your throat, your mind too fixated on the way his forearm was pressed against yours, “you’re upset about your betrothal?”  

His tone took you by surprise, now lacking the humor it once held and sounding far more pensive. The newfound solemnity wasn’t enough to stop him from playfully jutting an elbow into your side though, silently urging you to lift your head.  

You obliged with his request, though you didn’t let yourself face him as you muttered out an answer. “I guess so.”  

“But why? This was what we wanted, was it not?”  

We—a simple phrase, inherently meaningless and yet still powerful enough to cause your chest to tighten.  

“We always agreed that when it came time for you to marry that it would be best for it to be someone here, right? That way you wouldn’t have to leave King’s Landing!”  

So you wouldn’t have to leave him.   

“Well, yes,” you huffed, cheeks beginning to heat as you struggled to find an easy explanation for your feelings, “but it’s just–I don’t know, this isn’t how I imagined things would go!”  

It was true enough.  

Perhaps Aegon’s only hope had been that you would be betrothed to someone nearby, unwilling to lose his best friend. But your hope had only ever been that you would be betrothed to him.  

“Is it Aemond?” He guessed, trying to think of any reason for your animosity. Without waiting for confirmation, he hastily started to form a defense for it. “I know he’s a bit of a twat, but it’s not like you’ll be expected to spend all your time with him! Dozens of women only ever see their husbands on special occasions, do they not? Like tourneys or fucking-”  

You threw your head back and grimaced, a repulsed sound coming from your lips at the reminder of the duty that would soon be placed upon you. Cursed as a woman, you would be expected to give Aemond an heir; a thought you’d been trying to avoid.  

“Seven hells, Aeg! It’s not about that!” You cried out, nose wrinkling.  

“Oh.”  

He sank back against the weirwood, his shoulders slumping forward as he did. Then, after a moment, he asked, “Does that mean you actually want to fuck my brother?” He cocked a brow at you, starting to motion to the left side of his face. “Even with the whole, ya know-”  

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to laugh at the disgusted expression he wore. “You’re unbelievable.”  

“I’m just wondering!” Aegon defended himself, lifting his hands to his chest, palms facing outwards.  

“Well not everything is about fucking, Aegon.” You said sternly.  

“Sooo,” he popped his lips, giving you a sheepish grin that let you know he wasn’t planning to drop the question, “you don’t want to fuck him then?”  

Scowling, you reached over to swat roughly at his forearm, unable to hold back your amusement as you watched him try to scramble back from the strike, chuckling at your weak attempt to hit him.  

“No, Aeg. I don’t want to fuck your brother.” You clarified, rolling your eyes at his juvenile behavior. “Not that it’s any of your business in the first place.”  

The answer seemed to satisfy the eldest prince, moving back to settle against the tree with a smug smirk. “Then aside from fucking Aemond,” he jeered, “what’s the problem? We should be celebrating!”  

He leaned closer, delicately grabbing hold of your wrist and lightly shaking you. Your smile abruptly fell, posture straightening. Aegon didn’t notice the changes in your body language, only continuing his spiel.  

“This marriage will solve everything! Your father is pleased that you’re marrying a prince, and being with Aemond means that you won’t even have to leave the Keep! It all works out perfectly.”  

“You’re right,” you heaved out a breath, snatching your wrist from his hand and rising to your feet, “it clearly solves everything!”  

“Yet you’re still not happy.” Aegon acknowledged, mild amusement twinkling in his lilac eyes as he watched you begin to frantically pace back and forth beside him.  

“How could I be?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up as you spun roughly on your heel. “Here I am, being forced to marry Aemond-”  

“Yes, being forced to marry a prince, how dreadful.” Aegon droned.  

“I am signing away my life, Aegon!” You glared at him, keeping your voice low as you jutted a finger against your chest. “I am aware that the cards I’ve been dealt are much kinder than some others, but that does not make them desirable!”  

It felt as if your frustration had reached its peak, your words beginning to spill out without a second thought.  

“As soon as I’m wed to your brother I will be locked away in that fucking castle, good for absolutely nothing but supplying him with heirs! And should I fail at that, then I’ll be as good as useless!”  

It pained you to speak your thoughts aloud, unable to fight back against the guilt suddenly gnawing at you. Growing up Aemond had never been anything less than respectful towards you; but even so, you knew his respect would only extend so far.  

Patient as he may be, there was little in this world that mattered more to him than duty, and you knew he would be expecting you to fulfill yours, regardless of your own wants.  

Ceasing your incessant assault against the ground you froze by Aegon’s feet, now rubbing at your temples. “So yes, this marriage most certainly solves everything.” You spat, voice full of bitter sadness. “I'll be subjected to a cruel fate, where my worth will become equated to that of a broodmare and I’ll be forced to live my life knowing that I will never wed the man I actually want!”  

The subtle admission nearly went over Aegon’s head, your words spilling out so fast that he could just barely register them—but he did.  

The half-way-confession caught him off-guard, the color draining from his face as he processed it. Of all the issues he expected you to have with your betrothal to Aemond, he hadn’t once expected it to be because someone else had already claimed your heart.  

Thinking of it now, knowing it to be a possibility, only succeeded in causing his short temper to flare once again. Aegon’s fists clenched at his sides, nails digging deep into the heel of his palm.  

“Who?”  

His voice came out unusually low, his eyes darkening as they landed on you. You instantly felt trapped under his gaze, lips parting only to fall closed once again, trying to think of a way out of the corner you’d backed yourself into.  

When you stayed silent, Aegon pushed himself to his feet in a single swift motion, easily towering over your frame and leaving you to shrink further beneath him.  

“If not Aemond,” he practically snarled, his lip curling as his brother’s name rolled from his tongue like a curse, “then who do you wish to wed?”  

You wanted to disappear.  

You wished that the ground would open up under your feet and swallow you whole.  

But you knew that there was no true escape from him, stumbling a half step back and tilting your head to the ground, doing everything in your power to evade his piercing stare until you could work up a lie that made sense.  

It nearly worked too, until a hand came to rest under your chin, firmly grasping it and shoving it upwards, forcing you to meet his stare.  

Aegon’s jaw was unbelievably tense, clenched tight as a barely contained rage swirled to life in his eyes, impatiently awaiting an answer.  

Now, unable to look away from him, you noticed how much he couldn’t stand this—the idea of you being the one to pine and crave for someone, for you feel anything for another. For some reason, one that no doubt left you perplexed, it was apparent now that Aegon had only accepted your betrothal with ease because he knew it to be out of duty—not love.  

“It doesn’t matter.” You whispered, biting your tongue to hold back the desperate admission building in your throat.  

You tried to hold onto the last few scrapes of your sanity, reminding yourself that confessing now would gain you nothing.  

If Aegon cared for you—if he loved you—then he’d had over a decade to admit it, or to even just show it in a way you could understand.  

“Of course it does.” He rebutted firmly, unwavering in his demand for an answer.  

His touch began to drift, fingers softly sliding along your jawline before the warmth of his palm came to cradle your cheek. It was an unusual feeling, having him so close, but you let yourself savor it, greedily lapping up every bit of intimacy he’d offer you.   

“Please,” he urged you, the scent of wine on his breath piercing your senses, “tell me who.”  

You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him sound like this before, his tone a near whine. It was the closest Aegon had ever come to begging you for something, and as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, you found yourself losing all sense of reason, unable to hold back any longer.  

“You.”  

A breathless admission, one that held no expectations as to what he might say or do in response. A cynical part of you sought to brace yourself, half-expecting him to take it as a joke and laugh in your face at the thought of being with you.  

But Aegon didn’t laugh, even as his hand fell from your face, allowing the cold to kiss your cheek once again.  

Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact, stunned as you saw Aegon stumbling back from you, nearly tripping over his own feet. There was no look of amusement like you’d expected, nor one of disdain. Instead, to your surprise, he appeared to be hurt by the confession.  

Staring at him, too dumbfounded to speak, you watched the way his bottom lip trembled, lilac eyes turning glossy with unshed tears. Then he shook his head, strands of silver hair falling in his face.  

“No.” He all but choked on the word, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re lying.”  

Your brows snapped together, offended as you just barely stuttered out an answer. “What? Why would I–what would I gain from lying about this?”  

“I don’t know!” Aegon cried out, a few tears beginning to slide freely down his cheeks. He was quick to wipe them away with the backs of his hands, embarrassed by his own emotions. “But I refuse to accept that it’s the truth!”  

“Refusing to accept it will not make it any less true, Aeg!” You countered, stepping towards him and tried to close the distance he had created. “Perhaps it’s selfish of me to say it, especially now, but I swear to you that I mean what I say!”  

It felt foolish to do this, to stand before your best friend and declare him as the man you wished to wed, just days before you were to be given to his brother. You felt ignorant to place yourself in this position, to have set yourself up for rejection after all these years.  

But none of that mattered now, you supposed. You could not take back what you said, having already handed him your still-beating heart. All that was left to do was wait—praying he would be kind enough to not crush it in his hands.  

And so, knowing that you couldn’t back out of this, you swallowed what remained of your pride and said the words that had been living in your head for a decade now.  

“I love you, Aegon. I denied it for so many years and spent several more trying to bury it, but I love you.” 

Aegon remained motionless, his glistening eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. He found none, only seeing that despite any logic or reason, it was the truth.  

As flawed as he may be and as much as he didn’t want to believe it, you were in love with him.  

Wetness gathered on your cheeks, making you realize that you were crying now too. Aegon stayed silent, each passing second causing your heart to grow heavier, an emptiness cleaving its way through your chest.  

He’s had over a decade to admit any feelings he might have–you reminded yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and letting more tears fall free. You had expected this—assumed that Aegon would never see you as anything more than his friend—but that didn’t make it hurt any less.  

“I told you that things would change-” you tried to speak, wanting to get this over with. It was best for him to break your heart quickly, you thought, so that you could at least escape this moment.  

But Aegon didn’t let you finish your sentence, hands suddenly grabbing at your waist, pulling you into his chest. You gasped at the movement, eyes opening as both of your palms moved to press flat against his tunic, trying to steady yourself.  

Disoriented, you blinked at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. He didn’t offer one, at least not immediately. You couldn’t read his expression, quietly watching as his tear-stained face began to soften.  

Then, gently, he spoke—”Say it again.”  

A flush crept up your neck. “I love you.”  

“You shouldn’t.” He said, his thumb pressing into your abdomen as he gripped you tighter.  

“But I do,” you assured him, breathless as you repeated it again, “I have loved you my entire life, Aegon–even if you don’t feel the same.”  

Lilac eyes narrowed at your insecure claim. “Have I ever said that I don’t?” He tilted his head, hands sliding down to your hips and shoving you back against the smooth bark of the weirwood. “I have been madly in love with you from the very first moment I saw you.”  

A mixture of doubt and relief flooded your mind, grappling with the authenticity of his promise. “But you never said anything-”  

“Because I’m not worthy of someone like you.” Aegon winced at the sound of his own words. “You’ve seen it yourself throughout the years. Heard it from the mouths of my own family. I am a coward and an imbecile, but you-” his nails dug through the fabric of your gown, his body pressing against yours and further caging you against the tree, “are the only good in my life. The only one who gives me a reason to be good.”  

Pain etched across his features as he talked of the way others thought of him, of the way his own family thought of him. The sight nearly made you crumble against him.  

You brought a hand to his cheek, softly caressing his skin. “You should’ve told me.”  

“No,” he asserted, nuzzling into your touch, “I knew that if I told you how I felt and you didn’t return my feelings that it would change things between us. I wasn’t willing to risk losing you.” Aegon paused, his gaze flickering to your lips, “I don’t think I can live without you in my life.”  

Disbelief clouded your mind. This wasn’t real, you wanted to tell yourself, feeling delirious, this can’t be real.  

But you could feel him; his fingers pressing into your flesh, the steady rise-and-fall of his chest against yours. You could smell him; sweet notes of red wine lacing his breath, engulfing your senses. And you could see him; watching as his lilac stare got hung up on your mouth, your throat, your collarbones, swirling with a dangerous blend of lust and adoration.  

You didn’t want to think of tomorrow or the next day. You didn’t want to think of your betrothal to Aemond and what would become of your life.  

Because tonight, right now, this is your new reality.  

Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you began to weave your fingers into the hair covering the base of his neck. “You could never lose me.” You swore, melting as a soft whine fell from his lips at the declaration.  

Then, before you even had time to think, his lips were pressed against yours.  

There was nothing gentle about Aegon’s kiss.  

It was a fervent act, hard and desperate, filled with a passion so intense that it made your legs tremble. Aegon’s grip turned near-bruising, steadying you as he pushed further into you.  

Heat rushed through your body, pooling within your stomach as a strangled moan parted your lips, giving way for Aegon to slip his tongue into your mouth, filling it with the bitter taste of wine. One of his hands drifted to your back, traveling up your spine before burying itself in your hair and trying to pull you even closer.  

Breaking the kiss, he chuckled as he heard you groan in protest, swollen lips ghosting over your cheek before hovering against your ear. “I have loved you for so long,” he purred, the warmth of his breath causing your back to arch, “I have wanted you for so long-”  

The hand that remained on your hip trailed down to your thigh, hurriedly hiking up the fabric of your skirts until he was touching bare skin. His fingers prodded into your flesh, pulling your leg upwards to his waist and wedging himself further between your hips.  

“Then take me,” you gasped, your fingers still laced in his hair, making him groan as you tugged at the silver locks, “I’m already yours.”  

A guttural sound wracked through his body, a hardness pressing against your core as his hips moved against yours. His mouth quickly moved to find yours again, and as his teeth snared on your bottom lip, nibbling at it, you prayed that this would last forever.  

But the Gods tend to be cruel, however.  

“Apologies, my prince-” a squeal erupted from your throat, both of you snapping away from each other to see a red-faced Ser Erryk standing a few feet away. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but the Queen requires your presence.”  

Panic began to flood your veins, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Aegon, however, seemed entirely unphased by being caught like this, his hand still gripping your thigh. “Tell her I’m busy.”  

You felt as if you couldn’t breathe, your mind racing. If Erryk told the Queen of the position he had found the two of you in…  

“I’m afraid she won’t accept that, my prince.” He spoke awkwardly, doing his best to keep his stare from drifting to your exposed skin. “It seemed quite urgent. She requested that I deliver you to her at once.”  

“Fine.” Aegon grumbled, rolling his eyes at the guard.  

He took a half-step back from you, allowing you to lower your leg from his waist before helping you to smooth the fabric of your gown, looking entirely unbothered by the situation.  

You, on the other hand, looked as if you were about to pass out.  

Aegon only chuckled at your blanched expression, leaving you to glare at him as you questioned whether he understood this situation's true gravity.  

“Aegon,” you whispered harshly, gaze flicking towards Erryk, “if he tells your mother about this-”  

“Let him.” He said, a certain arrogance filling his voice. “If he doesn’t, then I’ll do it myself.”  

Your brows furrowed. “But Aemond-”  

“Fuck Aemond.” Aegon told you harshly, unwilling to listen to your protests. “You are mine to claim, not his.”  

You bit down on your lower lip, his declaration only worsening your wish that Erryk hadn’t interrupted the two of you. “Your mother won’t like that.”  

“She doesn’t have to.” He started, “My mother wishes for me to sit the Iron Throne, and I wish for you,” he gave you a devious smirk, reaching for your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “I imagine the two of us can come to an agreement that will relieve you of your commitment to my brother.”  

In spite of your nerves, only building at the thought of Aegon being forced to sit upon the throne, you couldn't help but allow yourself to smile, finally imagining a future that you wouldn't need to hide from.

Perhaps your fate wouldn’t be so cruel after all.  

I wrote the majority of this well past midnight while feeling as if I were dying from an insane migraine. So, basically, I have no clue what this is but it kept me occupied and I'm gonna go ahead and post it anyways lmao.

Planning on writing some angsty!Aegon and some smut soon cause apparently I'm stuck on him rn. If anyone wants to be added to a HOTD taglist lmk, also feel free to message me any ideas you might wanna see or just to talk about how insanely attractive aegon and aemond are lol

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never enough

part 2

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

words: 4.168

summary: Aegon claims he is not what people say he is. Is he, or is he not?

warnings: Aegon, kissing, angst, explicit language, some fluffy moments (but mostly angst), targcest

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. Y/N is is the daughter of Rhaenyra. MDNI

Y/N was drunk. She wasn't usually this messed up after an argument with her mother.

This time they both used harsh words in the argument, and she found the solution in drinking. She couldn't even remember what had caused it, but she could remember that it hurt.

Her bad luck continued. The King and Queen decided that evening would be perfect for a family dinner.

Everyone had vacated their entire evening by order of the King. The King didn't think this was enough and made everyone confirm twice in the morning that they were free for the evening.

So the princess had to attend the dinner.

She was not sober enough to be aware of anything. Not that dinner with the king and queen would have been the last thing on her mind. She might even confuse about who they were.

Jacaerys and Lucerys had to take matters into their own hands.

They each took her arm and dragged her toward the dining room.

Y/N complained about the same things all the way. She kept turning to Jace and said, "She'll never love me the way she loves you." Jace felt sorry for her and explained in long explanations that her mother loved her the way she loved him, but when she said the same thing for the fifth time, he stopped trying. When Y/N kept talking, Jace said, “I could understand why she didn't love you," but Luke interrupted him directly.

A few steps from the wide door, she thrashed in her brothers' arms.

"Let go of me!"

“Y/N, you can't take one step on your own.”

“Try me.”

The two brothers exchanged glances.

Luke didn't want to let her go. Y/N would be in trouble if their mother found out she was drunk.

Jace was tired of dealing with her all day. He wanted her to realize that she needed them, even if he had the patience to put up with her for days.

"All right. You can walk yourself to the table."

Luke immediately started to speak out in protest but was stopped by Jace.

“She'll just take a few steps, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

He didn't want to oppose his brother any longer. And what he said made sense. He briefly weighed it in his head and let Jace do what he wanted.

“We'll be right behind you, okay?”

“You don't even have to. Nothing's going to happen.”

Jace sighed and watched Y/N walk towards the door.

Her first few steps were smooth. They were both convinced she could do it. But even though her steps were even, she banged her shoulder against the door as she walked in.

Everyone's focus was instantly on the girl.

The Queen in particular looked very surprised. Her husband had worked hard to organize that day and his granddaughter had come to dinner drunk. She had the same expression on her face that The King had when Daemon disappointed him.

Jace took her arm directly.

"Jace, I was walking just fine on my own."

"No, you weren't."

He escorted her to the table and sat her in the empty chair next to him.

"Is she okay?" asked Baela.

"No, she's not." Baela tilted his head and looked at her worriedly.

"But she'll be fine." Baela nodded, but she was still worried about her.

They couldn't leave the room because dinner was about to start. Baela tried to think of another way to keep Y/N from prying eyes. They could control Y/N if she sat in the middle of them instead of next to Aegon.

"Jace, you can switch places with her if you want. if so-" Before she could finish, the king walked in.

Everyone got up from their chairs. Jace took Y/N by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

As the King took his seat, everyone bowed to him. The Queen took her seat, and everyone sat down again.

Now that everyone was at the table, they couldn't switch places. Y/N had to sit in the chair between Aegon and Jace.

"How nice to see you all together. We need to increase the number of these dinners," said The King. "We should even have breakfast together tomorrow. Family is the most important matter in this life."

He looked at everyone at the table one by one and smiled. He loved his family.

"Distribute the food, please," he said to the servant standing next to him.

The servants quickly placed everyone's food on the table. The cooks cooked a vegetable dish for Helaena and a chicken dish for the others, a favorite of the King.

Y/N reached for the wine decanter on the table without touching her food, and Jace, who had been watching her every move since they sat down, took her hand.

"No more wine, Y/N."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're having dinner. Of course, I'll drink wine."

"I don't think you waited for dinner to drink wine."

Aegon heard the two siblings talking and understood why the girl was acting strangely. He felt stupid for not realizing it before. She didn't have her usual smiling face, and she wasn't her usual talkative self. Of course, she was drunk. But why?

There were no other events at the table while they were eating. Everyone finished their meals in peace. The Queen prayed dozens of times that the evening would be peaceful. The Gods had heard her voice and had given her the peace she wanted.

When the maids started serving the desserts, the music playing in the room changed. It was Baela's favorite dance music. The moment the melody filled her ears, she grabbed Jace's arm. "Jace, we have to dance!"

"Baela, I can't leave Y/N alone when she's like this."

"Jace, please! She's just sitting there. I don't think she's going to do anything."

Jace turned his gaze to his sister. She did indeed look calm. The drink that the maester had given her an hour earlier had finally started to work and had revived her.

"Okay, but we'll only dance for one song"

"Sure, sure! As much as you want."

They both knew Baela wouldn't be satisfied with just one song.

As they began to dance, Aegon checked everyone at the table. 

Rhaneyra and Daemon didn't care about anyone at the table except each other. 

The King was watching Jace and Baela happily. 

The Queen was chatting with Lord Otto. 

Helaena, as usual, was unaware of what was happening around her. 

Aemond was glaring at his nephew. 

What was the boy's name? He knows it starts with an L. 

‘Could it be ‘Look’? No, no, that's not even a name. Luke? Lucerys!’ 

So basically, nobody at the table was in a position to care about Aegon and Y/N making small talk.

He put his right arm around the back of the princess's chair and leaned toward her.

"Why haven't you spoken to me since you returned to the Red Keep?"

Y/N turned her head to Aegon in surprise. She was glad that she was now completely sober. If Aegon said something to provoke her, it would be easier to answer with a sober mind.

"I didn't think you were interested in chatting with me."

"I'm always interested in chatting with pretty girls."

She rolled her eyes. "Have you become as bad as they say you are?"

"You tell me."

"I have no thoughts about you because we haven't spoken since we arrived."

"We haven't seen each other for only a few years. And that shouldn’t stop you from making assumptions about me. I have too many about you."

"And what are they?"

He smiled at the girl. "I know you're very outspoken."

He slid his hand off the chair and touched her arm. "I know you love dragons." He paused for a moment. "I know you like to ride your dragon."

He kept talking as he stroked her arm with his thumb. "As you know, I'm a dragon, too."

She quickly pushed his hand away. "I've been waiting to see when you'd get gross."

"And I didn't surprise you."

"And you didn't surprise me."

Aegon laughed. He took his hand off the chair and put it on the table. "You sound like my mother.”

Y/N averted her eyes. “Are you having trouble with your mother?”

"I am the firstborn son who doesn't like to take responsibility. Of course, I have problems with my mother.”

She wanted to ask him if he'd ever argue with his mother. She was undecided whether to ask him or not. But the next day, she could cover up everything she did that evening by saying she was drunk.

“Do you ever argue with her?”

He smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. "I wouldn't exaggerate to say every day."

Then Aegon connected what had happened that day with the questions the princess had asked him. Ser Cole had reported to The Queen that loud noises were coming from princess Y/N's room. And the only person in her room was princess Rhaneyra. After that, she came to dinner drunk.

She had been drinking because of an argument with her mother.

"Everyone has problems with family members from time to time, princess."

She closed her eyes tightly. "How do you know?"

"I know because Aemond and I argue-"

"No, how do you know I argued with my mother?"

Aegon was silent for a while. "You won't find anyone in all kingdom who understands these situations better than me."

She looked at him back. "But your mother is right to be angry with you. The places you've been and the women you've been with are all problematic. You're not a good person. On the other hand, nobody has the right to be angry with me. I did everything she asked me to do."

Aegon just nodded. "You're right. I'm useless. I never tried to be good."

Aegon fixed his eyes on the plate in front of him. He seemed to be saying what he was saying to himself rather than talking to her. Y/N belatedly realized that she had upset Aegon. She had no intention of being rude. She had taken her anger at her mother out on him and regretted it instantly when she saw the sadness on his face.

She should apologize, but she didn't know how.

Y/N took his hand on the table and said the first thing that came to her mind. "Aegon, I didn't mean anything I said. I'm still angry with my mother. And then you told me how your mother treated you. That made me even angrier than I am."

"It's okay, Y/N. You don't think I care what people think after all these years, do you?”

Aegon's gaze shifted to the girl's hand on top of his. Her hands were smaller and softer than his own.

Her skin felt like silk.

"Do you want to go?"

"From Westeros?"

He chuckled. "No, do you want to go now? I'd love to take a break from spending time with our precious families."

The girl thought for a while. Then she decided to accept her uncle's offer.

What could she lose?

"Where do we go? And how do we sneak out of here without being seen by our mothers?"

"Don't worry about them," he said and turned to Aemond.

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Aemond distracted everyone so that Aegon and Y/N could leave the throne room. She couldn't figure out exactly what he had done. And as they left the table, Aemond told Aegon that he owed him.

Aegon held his hand to Y/N as they walked briskly down the hallway. She hesitated but took his hand, and they started running. Aegon's silver hair waved with every step.

Y/N couldn't help but think how beautiful he was. His skin seemed to glow in the candlelight.

They slowed as they entered the corridor where Aegon's chambers were. "Are you sure you won't get into trouble? Aemond said you owed him a debt."

"He wouldn't want anything bad. He never has."

Aegon stood in front of a large door, reached for the handle, and opened it. "Here we are! My chambers."

Y/N looked around as she entered the room. The room was quite spacious. The bed was much bigger than a double bed. There was gold embroidery and Targaryen symbols on the walls.

"There are no religious symbols in your room."

"Do I look like a religious man?"

"You look more like a sinner."

He smiled at her and gestured to the bed. "Sit down if you want."

"How many girls have you had in your bed this week? I'm trying to find out how disgusted I should be sitting on your bed," she said.

Aegon crossed the room. "My sheets are changed every morning, you know." He picked up two glasses from his desk. "But you will be surprised to know that no one has been in my bed this week."

"You don't know what a relief that is," she said mockingly.

Aegon ignored her words and reached for the wine decanter. "Will you drink?"

"I don't think another glass will do any harm. After this morning, I've discovered that my body is quite resistant to wine."

"It runs in the family."

She smiled.

Aegon filled the glasses and sat on the bed. "Sit. I'm serious. I'm not as perverted as you think."

Y/N sat on the bed and took the glass Aegon handed her. For a while, they both sat in silence and drank their wine.

Aegon looked at her out of the corner of his eye and asked the question that had been on his mind for years.

"Do you like Aemond?"

Her face flushed at the sudden question. "What makes you think that?"

"All the ladies are in love with him."

She looked briefly at Aegon's face and looked away again. "I liked him when I was little. But it was a childhood crush. It passed when I grew up."

"Do you like someone right now?"

"What difference does it make? Sooner or later, I'll marry whoever my mother says."

"My mother wants the same for me. But that doesn't stop me from spending time with the girl I like."

"It's because you're a man! I can't spend time with the man I like."

"So you like someone."

The girl fought herself not to roll her eyes. "So what?"

"I'm just trying to figure out who he is. If he's not Aemond, what other eligible bachelor lord could he be?"

"He's not a lord." He's a prince

"So if I make a few more guesses, you'll tell me."

"I can tell you if you tell me." She could never tell him. She could never say you are the one I like.

"She's not a lady." She's a princess

"So, one of your whores."

"I've never been with a whore in my life."

"Is everyone in the Red Keep lying?"

"I skipped lessons when I was younger. I like to drink wine all the time. I slept with a few ladies and maids. But I'm not what they say I am."

Y/N didn't know whether to rejoice at Aegon's confession. At least he wasn't denying what he had done. And after all, he was a Targaryen prince. Everyone thought it was normal for him to behave like this. The problem was the rumors.

"Why haven't you ever tried to change the rumors?"

"It works for me. No one expects anything from me."

Y/N looked into Aegon's eyes. "I never thought you were who they say you are." She covered her face with her hands. "Anyway, I think we should leave it at that."

Aegon slid from the end of the bed to where she was sitting. He took her glass and put it down haphazardly on the bed. The wine at the bottom of the glass spilled onto the white sheets, but Aegon didn't care.

He took her hand in his. "I'm about to do something I'm going to regret."

He took her hand to his heart. "Do you feel how my heart beats?"

She nodded, her heart beating as fast as his because of him.

"It is like this every time I see you."

"Aegon-"

"Let me finish." He studied her face. "You're the one I like, Y/N. I've admired you since we were kids. You were the first person I learned what the word "love" means.”

During her years in the Dragonstone, she thought of Aegon constantly. She always imagined Aegon saying these things to her.

Y/N brought her face closer to Aegon's. The wine she had just drunk had given her courage.

As her lips touched his lips, she felt his heart beat faster beneath her hand.

Their kisses started slow and soft. They were two souls that were meant to be but were being held back by someone else.

Then Aegon put both hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips harder against hers.

Their kisses were now passionate. They were two souls burning for each other.

Y/N stopped as soon as she realized how grave the consequences of what they had done could be.

She quickly got out of bed, and her eyes darkened. But she didn't let that stop her. Y/N staggered a few times on her way to the door.

When she finally reached the doorknob, she turned around and looked at Aegon. His face was full of sadness.

She wanted to go up to him and hug him, but she restrained herself.

She opened the door and left the room.

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In the morning, Y/N woke up to the servants calling her.

Her head ached, and her eyes stung. She got up and started rubbing her forehead while her maid dressed her.

The images from the night before flashed through her mind. She had kissed Aegon and then left without a word.

Her headache grew worse with the guilt that filled her.

The servants had prepared her breakfast, but she didn't want to eat. She wanted to see Aegon, but at the same time, she didn't want to look at Aegon's face again for the rest of her life.

She glanced at the table in her room as her maid braided her hair. When she got to the head of the table, she saw that it was the same drink she had drunk the day before. "Did the maester send this?"

"Yes, princess."

She took a quick drink and headed for the door. "Princess, you need breakfast."

"I'll eat something later. I don't want to eat anything."

It was sunny outside. When the sun touched her skin through the windows in the hallway, she felt a little relief. Maybe the fresh air would do her good.

She ran into Aemond in the hallway. Y/N's room was the only one on that side of the hall, so he must have been looking for her.

She decided to pretend she hadn't seen him. And as Y/N was about to pass him, he stopped her.

"Good morning, princess."

"Good morning, Prince Aemond." Aemond looked her over. Her under-eyes were slightly purple, just like his brother's. Her eyes were swollen and red.

"I won't beat around the bush. What happened between you and Aegon yesterday?"

The girl looked at the prince in fear. "Did something happen to him?"

"I have never seen him so distraught."

Y/N's head ached again. She made eye contact with Aemond again as she rubbed her dawn with her fingers. "I guess he thinks I like you."

"My brother has never been the smartest."

"How did you know I love him?"

"Aegon is never as impulsive around my mother as he was last night. That confirmed my suspicions about him. But I didn't know you loved him until you told me."

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the wall. How had she managed to be so stupid? "I should be forbidden to talk in my condition."

Aemond smiled. "Your secret is safe with me." Then he added. "But if one of you does something stupid and things fall out between you, I'll tell him your secret to fix it."

Y/N felt her body fill with worry again. But then she pushed it down and refocused on her main goal that morning. "I was thinking of going to him. Do you know where he is?"

"He's sitting on one of the benches in the garden." She nodded and was about to walk past Aemond when he stopped her again. "He may have some faults, but he's a good man, Y/N. "

"I know." Y/N started walking, and this time Aemond let her go.

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She thought she would have to look for Aegon for a long time. But the moment she entered the garden, she noticed the silver-haired boy on the bench.

Aegon had his elbows on his legs, leaning forward, covering his face with his hands.

He groaned when he saw the shoes in front of him. "As I've said a hundred times, I don't want to eat anything."

"Aegon, it's me." Aegon looked up and stared at her in surprise. "Princess."

"May I sit?"

"Sure," he said. Aegon slid down the bench to make room for her. They both watched the trees and roses in the garden in silence.

Aegon felt sad about yesterday, but he couldn't help feeling excited to be sitting so close. He could feel the warmth of her body, even though their legs were not touching.

Y/N finally felt ready to speak and turned towards him. "Aegon, I apologize for leaving you yesterday."

Aegon chuckled. "You don't think I'm sorry that you left, do you?"

Y/N's expression changed instantly. Aegon himself couldn't understand why he said that.

Being annoying was something he had used as a defense mechanism for years. But he always had a soft spot for her. He was always careful not to upset her and not to be a fool in front of her.

Something was different that day. He didn't want to appear weak to her. And he chose the wrong way to do it.

He confused appearing strong with being tough.

"You're just one of the girls I let into my room and bed. I hope you didn't let it bother you all night."

Y/N felt herself getting angry. She had barely slept all night and thought about him all morning.

The previous evening, Y/N had treated him the way everyone he knew had treated him, and it ate her up all night thinking about it.

"Aegon, I-"

"I'm sorry, but you can't tell people you pity poor Aegon and welcome him with open arms. I know you like people to think you have a good heart, but I am not someone you can show mercy. I took you to my room, and you agreed to come immediately. The only thing I'm sorry about last night is that I didn't fuck you."

Y/N stood up quickly. "I wanted to say, 'I'm sorry I left without telling you I didn't mean to kiss you,' but you interrupted me."

She leaned toward Aegon. "And if we had fucked last night, I would have dreamed all night long that your silver hair belonged to Aemond."

Aegon looked up at Y/N, his eyes red and full of tears. She couldn't tell from his eyes if she was upsetting Aegon. His eyes were always like that.

Aegon smiled to himself, not a reaction Y/N had expected. "I didn't think you meant to kiss me. But no matter who you fantasize about, I'm up for kissing."

He stood up and stood in front of her. "And I'm all for open legs."

As soon as Aegon finished his sentence, she slapped him. "Yesterday, you kept saying, 'I'm not who you think I am.' You're what I think you are.”

She took a few steps backward. "And he said you are a good man," she said sternly.

Aegon's smile faded. There was someone who thought he was weak and tried to make him look good to her.

How could he appear strong to her when others treated him like a little boy?

He reached out and grabbed her arm. "Who told you I'm a good man?"

"It doesn't matter. Does it? You're not one, after all.”

"It matters! Who tried to make me look good to you?”

When Y/N didn't answer, Aegon squeezed her arm.

"You're hurting my arm!"

He grabbed her arm tighter and pulled her towards him. "Answer me!"

She frowned. Y/N was experiencing many emotions at the same time. She felt angry, tired, and exhausted.

"Aemond told me." Aegon quickly removed his hand from her arm.

"He asked you to talk to me, didn't he? And you listened to him like his good girl?"

So Y/N didn't come to talk to him because she wanted to. She came because Aemond wanted her to. And he foolishly thought she cared about him.

He felt a little ache in his heart.

Y/N turned away and headed for the gate leading out of the garden.

[nightskyslayer2]

Aegon in love with the cold sorceress who once only wanted to use him for power and the crown but then she slowly fell for his broken state, feeling needed and loved the first time herself.

Aegon x older!sorceress!reader

“Oh you poor poor boy” the witch said as she slowly took Aegons shaking form into her arms. She caressed his white hair, gently scratching his scalp with her long fingers. The younger prince clung onto her as if his life would depend on it. He never wanted to let go, her embrace was the only place he ever felt safe. Y/n peacefully stared down at him, gently smiling as the boys grip on her waist tightened and his sobbing intensified. Oh how she loved this boy. So broken yet so strong. It was a night like this, cold and stormy, just like her boy himself, when she first met him in a tavern somewhere in flea bottom. He was drunk, so wasted his head resting on top of the table, eyes shut and with his leftover beer in his hand. When his intoxicated blurry eyes opened and made eye contact with y/n he felt even more overwhelmed and dizzy. He’s never seen a woman as beautiful as her. He couldn’t look away anymore. The woman occupied all parts of his mind whilst it was desperately trying to sober up. What he didn’t know is y/n was eying him ever so often before, knowing exactly who he was and very eager to indulge him with whatever his needs were. Oh the power he could provide her. Little did she know the boy would crack her cold cruel heart. Sure, she loved the power she had over him, but she also learned to care for Aegon truly. The benefits she’d get out of it had been her main intention at first but the fact that the white haired prince was so devoted to her made her feel genuinely needed for the first time in her life. Many people used her for her magic but Aegon simply didn’t care she possessed powers, he wasn’t scared of her nor trying to exploit her. In fact she even was sure if she wouldn’t have been a sorceress he’d love her exactly the same. “Oh my poor Aegon…” she sighed and ran her hands down his neck. He opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, staring at the wooden floor. His eyes swollen and red, head pounding from crying so much. The prince listend to his lovers heartbeat as her nails slowly scratched his back with tenderness. They stayed like this for a good minute, Aegons breathing getting calmer and the last tear rolling down his wet cheek. “I love you.” He said quietly as his head shifted and he finally looked at his beautiful woman. Her siren eyes met his shiny ones and she forced a smile onto her lips whilst gently grabbing his cheek. She caressed him with her thumb, the affectionate gesture almost making the prince lose it all over again. “I know my love…” she leaned in and kissed his other cheek leisurely. Feeling her soft lips against his face made Aegons cheeks finally colourful and warm. “… do you love me too?”

[mariaenchanted]

The Victim of His Love (Part 3)

Pairings: Aegon II Targaryen x Lowborn!Reader

Summary: You followed your heart and it destroyed you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Note: I know, my updates are not consistent. I am trying my best to write when i have my precious “FREE TIME”. Also i would like to let you know that these series is a SLOW BURN. We are gonna have to take our time building up this story, so please be patient with me.

Furthermore, I also want to thank everyone for reading. Everything has been so surreal. Thank you so much for the support, Sweets!  🌷

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A year has passed...

You are about to finish sewing a piece of fabric you are making into a tiny garment when you hear a soft cry from the small cradle beside you.

You immediately put everything on the table, then scoop your babe into your arms.

"Go back to sleep, my little Aerion."

You hum as you rock him, letting him fall into his deep slumber again. You glance at his face as you see him close his eyes. Day by day, his appearance looks more and more like the man you had been trying to forget. By this, you wonder if you can ever erase him from your memory if his exact replica will always remind you of everything you are trying to forget.

His white hair is sticking out from the bonnet you had made. You pushed it inside to hide it from any prying eyes of other people. It does not leave his head because it may cause questions about his true identity. As it is peculiar for a child to have these kinds of features. 

You don't know how long you can hide this part of his life when he grows up because people here have known about the Targaryen line, a family with lilac eyes and white hair that made them look ethereal, people that owned dragons that covered the whole sky as they flew across the solid grounds.

You don't want your child to grow up feeling isolated on why he's different from others, and you will do everything it takes to hide what's underneath Aerion's head. But only one really knows the reality, and that is Enith. The old woman that helped you settle in this village. In her home, the one who helped you get back up after everything and became your mother when you never had one.

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You are collecting wood to build a fire before the sun sets when someone calls your attention from nearby. As you turn your back to look where the voice came from, you immediately see an old lady standing near the big tree where you made a little shelter by yourself using fabrics you had found abandoned near the market.

You had been settling here for more than a day. You chose this location as no one bothered you here, and the river is near your tiny home. So you are a little ashamed when someone finds you hiding here.

You immediately went to her while rubbing both your hands to your dress to ease the tension from your body. As you are nearing, you try to think of a reason for your situation when she interrupts you.

"Get your items, then come with me." She said and walked away. She does not sound mad, but you are wary of following her because of your condition.

"If you don't want to get bitten by snakes in this place, then the best is to come with me." She looked at you and went away, walking using her cane. 

Hesitant, but you get everything you had owned and follow her. You pass through so many trees after that. As you make your way to her, you can smell a heavenly and almost familiar scent; that is when it reveals a field of lavender that's about to sprout into existence.

Then you saw her open her home, A little wooden house surrounded by a fence with views of the sea when you look in front of the windows.

You follow her inside, roam your eyes, and take in everything. You beam because this is the place you'd wish to have someday. It may be small, but it is a place you look forward to going home to after a long day. Little trinkets hanging from the wall give life to the house.

"People here called me Enith. What do they call you?"

Uncertain, you still answer her question and tell her your name.

"Eat." You heard her say, and your eyes went to the table before you. You saw a steaming bowl of soup with bread and an unforeseen event; your stomach might have felt the delicious food being served; it growled loudly more than you can imagine. 

It's been days since you had a hearty meal, and you won't pass this opportunity to have this kind of food. You instantly sit down and devour the meal before you while you see her sitting in the chair that is in front of you. Then suddenly, she asked.

"Where are you from?" With gentleness in her voice. You stop, then put your utensils down. There's no need to hide; you have been doing this for a while and don't want that anymore. If you stay here for the rest of your life, this woman should know something about you.

"I'm from King's Landing."

"That's a long way from here. You both must be very exhausted." While looking at your stomach and back to you.

"How.. how did you know?" While trying to hide my stomach from her.

"I just know I am once a mother too. Why come here? No one will ever choose to go to this place; there is nothing here. It's far different from the King's Landing."

"Yes, it's unlike where I used to live, but I'm glad my journey ended here. To an unfamiliar place where no one knows you. Where you can have a second chance in life."

You put your hands on your lap and give her a smile.

"Did you plan to run away together? With the father of the child?"

Stunned by her sudden question, your smile slowly disappears as you face the reality again that you are the only one who believes in the promise of his love. You, the girl who had given her everything; her body, soul, and heart to the first man who was not afraid to be with her despite the different worlds you both lived in. But in the end, you merely became a victim of his love. You are a fool.

"He... He changed his mind. I suppose I'm not truly the one he ever wanted."

"Love is all about taking a risk, and getting hurt will always be a part of it. You know, you remind me a lot of my daughter."

She stood and went to look out the window. You follow her movement and sense that her mind might be somewhere else. Silence took over the room. The food that should have been eaten was quickly forgotten. To break the deafening stillness, you ask out of curiosity.

"Where is she now? If you do not mind me asking."

"Just like you, she ran away because of the thing we all want." she turned around to face you again, smiling, but it did not reach her eyes. There is an emotion still buried and trying to hide.

"Do you not like the man that she loves?"

You saw her mouth turned up before she answered.

"As a mother, we only want the best for our child even in love, and because of that, sometimes you become too blind to see that it is her heart that chooses to love that person, not us."

"Did she ever come back?"

She shakes her head.

"No, but I know she's happy, yet I wish she knows how regretful I am for everything I've done."

You see her blink her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying as her tears form.

"Your daughter knows, Enith. I may not know what had occurred, but she knows that." You reassured her.

"I am still attempting to persuade myself of that." She persisted, but before you could answer her back. Enith promptly spoke.

"If you are done, clean your clutter up and sort out your items here. As I have said before, you don't want to go back there and get bitten by those snakes."

After she said that, she instantly went outside while you followed her, dumbfounded by her declaration. Being an old woman, she is sure she can walk fast.

"Are you playing tricks on me?" You shouted while she makes way to the well near the immense tree she had.

"A thank you would be grateful." She called back as she still resumed going to her destination.

You laugh a little louder than you anticipated. Elated as you feel you have achieved your second chance in life, which you have desperately desired, it is happening precisely now.

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You heard the door open and saw Enith, who became your mother over time. After living together, you have treated each other with love and care, and you almost feel the tenderness from her in nearly every moment you have with her. Like your secret, she also does her best to care for Aerion.

"The trees are starting to grow its fire on their buds. Just like the lavender will begin to smell." Enith said as she sorted everything she bought on the table while you put Aerion on the cradle, then looked outside the window. 

You remembered like it had happened a day ago. This is precisely the scene when you first came here to this home. Lavenders bloom, and the trees mature, depicting the fire sprouting on their blossoms.

You now know why this place is called Pyrefield because almost all the tree that flourishes here grows a flower with the blend of the shades of blood and hues of the sun when it rises. Looking at the village from afar, the land will look like it is on flame. This town may appear to be forgotten, but you can never believe the beauty it holds.

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Later that night, you woke up to Aerion crying. You scooped him up, thinking he might be hungry when you felt he was warmer than usual. You moved a bit to the light when you saw his face flushed and rashes starting to appear on his neck. Aerion's crying might have caused Enith to wake up as you heard her open your door. Concern was written all over her face as she went near you.

"We need to go to the healer."

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"He is healed for now," Giya said, but she looked worried.

"For now? What are you saying? His fever is gone, and rashes might as well be gone too." Panic starts forming in your chest as you hand Aerion to Enith.

"Yes, but it can come back if we do not let him drink this tonic again, then his fever will worsen." Then she handed you a half-empty bottled that was given to Aerion.

"Then make it again; we will pay you as long as the babe is safe," Enith said as she continued to sway Aerion to calm him. You saw him sucking his tiny fingers as he slowly closed his eyes. Taking his time to rest from all that happened a few moments ago.

"It is not about the cost of this but the ingredient we need to make the tonic. This cure is made with one item. But it is scarce and difficult to find. Sadly, I do not have anything at hand. I am trying to plant this flower, but it won't be sprouting this soon. I'm sorry, I want to help, but I do not have it."

You seem to have lost your strength from what you heard. What will happen to your child? Will you simply let it be like this? If you can't find the answer here, You'll find another way to keep him alive.

"If you have something that can describe this flower, that would be helpful."  Laced with desperation, that is the only thing you have planned.

"This plant lives in colder lands, so I find it challenging to plant this. You should boil it with water, then let him drink it until all the redness on his cheeks is gone."

Then she showed you a sketch of a flower on parchment paper. Then it struck you. This is the same flower Aegon used to give you every time you saw each other in secret. It grows in the royal gardens of the Red Keep. You have to do what you need to do. You thanked Giya and hurriedly left the place.

"What are we going to do now?" as she hands you back the sleeping Aerion.

 You walk faster than you expected. She called your name.

"Are you listening to me? What are supposed to do now? He's going to die if we cannot find that plant."

"We will find the flower." You said as you carried on walking back to your home. 

"My child, I know you are afraid. But how are we going to find the plant? We don't know where to look."

Regardless of what, you will do everything to get that flower. It felt that the past is starting to catch on to you again. All this is to protect your son, and nothing will stop you, even if you return to where it began.

"We are going back to King's Landing."

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[dreamfyrie]

Giving Aegon His Heir

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

Though heirs would strengthen his position and claim in the war, Aegon didn’t want you with child until the violence was over. He already worried about you enough, the last thing he needed was a baby to stress about too. The thought of you going through childbirth while he wasn't there to be by your side made him anxious, not to mention how dangerous it was.

Sometimes, after sex, he'd see you rubbing your belly out of the corner of his eye while he made you moon tea. The sweet drink had become a regular part of your daily diet. Most people have had moon tea once or never in their lives, yet you had it almost nightly. You were concerned for when you and Aegon would eventually start trying for children. What if the tea had long-term side effects that no one knew about?

"Soon enough, my queen, the war is almost over. Before you know it, your belly will be round with our child," Aegon would always reassure you.

Aegon desperately wanted you to be with child, and you both knew it. When he found out the war was officially won, he ran through the entire castle to find you. You were the person who meant the most to him, and he wanted to see the look on your face when you found out. This was just as much your victory as it was his. He couldn't have held on this long without your constant reassurance and loyalty. Thankfully, you were already in your chambers getting undressed for bed, it was time to celebrate.

You were so scared when you saw Aegon burst through the door looking like a crazed man.

"We won," he whispered breathlessly, staring at you like you were the only thing in the world.

You felt lightheaded, you had been waiting for this day for so long, yet you were so shocked. Aegon closed the latch on the door and started making his way toward you. The swagger in his walk and the smirk on his face immediately let you know neither of you would be getting any sleep tonight.

He took your face in his hands and started kissing you. There was a passion in it that you had never sensed before. You had never known him before the war, and you had never witnessed him this relieved and happy. You returned the kiss with just as much energy and enthusiasm, hoping this version of Aegon was here to stay. He threw off your robe and ripped off your nightdress.

"I'm going to put a baby in your womb tonight if it's the last thing I ever do. You won't be leaving this room until you are with child."

"Yes, my king."

Aegon never cared for you calling him king, but it turned him on when you were like this, naked and vulnerable. It made him feel powerful. He felt on top of the world tonight. He moved your hands while you were unlacing his pants, and he hurriedly undid them himself. Aegon needed to be in you right now and didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

Aegon pushed you in the direction of the bed, and you both got on it, frantically pulling back the sheets and throwing off all of the decorative pillows. He'd have you in every position tonight and needed the bed cleared for his workspace. Aegon was finishing throwing the last pillow off the bed when he gave you the biggest smile. He saw you on your knees, looking up at him, ready for all of his commands.

"There'll be no celebratory cocksucking tonight, I'm saving all my seed for your womb," Aegon told you, as he pressed down on your shoulder, motioning for you to lay down.

"How do you want me?" you asked, wanting to do whatever you could to please him. This was a special night, and you wanted him to be as happy as possible.

"Just lay there and be a good girl," he ordered. His pupils were dilated so wide his eyes almost looked black. You had never seen him this aroused before. The hold you had over Aegon was strong, but it never ceased to amaze you how obsessed he was with you.

You did as he commanded and laid there, opening your legs up for him.

"Gods, you're always so wet." He reached out and started rubbing his fingers up and down your slit.

"Only for you," you managed to get out, shivering from his touch.

Aegon grinned as he grabbed your thighs, opening you up more. He put one over his shoulder to get more comfortable. Kisses peppered your inner thigh all the way to your cunt. He was being gentle now, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he broke. Aegon had been waiting for this day for years, and you knew this night wouldn't be soft and slow for long.

He rubbed his face in your folds and inhaled your scent. Aegon relished the fact that this would be his new normal. No more being stuck in small council meetings all day, the only place he'd be now was between your thighs. He was just about to place his tongue on you when a banging on the door started.

Aegon got up, naked as the day he was born, and furiously marched to the door as you scrambled to get under the sheets.

He swung the door open, "I swear to every fucking god that another enemy I don't know about better have died."

The guard at the door stammered, never seeing Aegon this mad, "No one has died your grace. Your mother wishes for your presence, she would like to congratulate you on your victory."

"And I wish for my cock to be inside my wife. Fuck off," Aegon said as he slammed the door in the guard's face.

"My apologies, your gr—" was the last thing you heard before Aegon threw the lock back in place.

Aegon prowled back to the bed as you blushed, looking at you like you were his prey and next meal, which you were.

"I'll have him stripped of his cloak in the morning for trying to keep me away from you," he said as he descended his mouth onto you. You were about to make a comment saying it wasn't the guard's fault, but the last thing you wanted him to do was take his tongue off you to reply, so you kept your thoughts to yourself. Aegon devoured you like your juices filled the fountain of life. You didn't care about all the women he had been with before you. Thanks to them, you get to have your cunt expertly eaten and fucked every night. He dragged himself away from you, he needed to remember what his goal was tonight.

Aegon left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your clit to your mouth as he positioned his cock between your legs. He grabbed it and rubbed it up and down your slit, collecting your come to coat himself with. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath.

"There will be no moon tea tonight, wife."

You were both in a fiery, lust-filled daze, but you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. Being a mother was something you had always dreamed of, and it was finally going to happen. Aegon's passionate spell broke for a second as he gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then his focus was back in place. He was going to do everything in his power to give you what you wanted.

As the head of his cock entered you, he let out a deep groan. He savored the feeling of you wrapped around him as he sank further into you. He always stretched you out the perfect amount. No matter how many times you laid with him, it always hurt a little, but you had grown to love that burn, and without fail it instantly turned to pleasure.

Aegon wasted no time setting a savage pace. You needed this just as much as he did, and you welcomed it. His pounding somehow always felt calculated to the exact intensity that you craved. You never needed to tell him faster or harder, he and you were one mind during sex, there was no need to verbally communicate. Though no words were needed, neither of you could live without the praise of the other.

"You'll never have any idea how good it feels being inside of you, you're perfect," Aegon tells you. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as he continues his thrusts. You wrap your arms around Aegon's waist, needing to hold onto something sturdy. Time didn't exist in your chambers, the two of you could be having sex for hours, and it never felt long enough. You hated the emptiness of him not being inside of you. His curses and your moans echoed off the walls.

"I'm so close, Aegon, I need you," you cry.

His thrusts remained strong but began to falter, and you could tell he was right there with you. You took his mouth off of your breast and began kissing him. He broke the kiss and put his forehead against yours. You stared at each other, both of your eyes filled with years of passion and longing for this moment. Your orgasms crashed into the two of you at the same time, you had never longed to feel his seed more in your life. He stilled, flooding you with life.

Sometimes Aegon would keep his cock in you, and you’d fall asleep like that, joined together. Your warmth lulled him to sleep while he sucked on your breasts. This wasn’t one of those nights. After you relaxed around him, he pulled out of you, being careful not to let too much of his seed escape. He quickly put two fingers inside of you to keep it from spilling out. Aegon moved down your body until his face was back in its earlier position in front of your entrance.

"I'm not done with you yet, take some time to breathe," Aegon said as he bent down to start lapping at your clit. He kept his fingers firmly in you while he used his tongue to clean up his mess around it. His fingers moved in and out of you, wanting to make sure his seed covered every inch of your walls. He loved the taste of your come mixed with his and wished he could lick all of it. As much as he enjoyed watching his come spill out of you, he enjoyed the thought of you being with child more and had to push his other desires to the back of his mind.

You're not sure how Aegon thought you'd be able to manage to relax and catch your breath while he was sucking on your clit like it was a little treat. He was a master with his fingers, it was almost embarrassing how fast he was able to make you come whenever he went down on you.

"Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?"

He knew calling you that was one of your weaknesses. Aegon was a talented multitasker during sex, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers while using his other hand to pump himself. You started grinding yourself on his face and he let you. He loved being covered in your scent. When he felt you were about to orgasm again, he quickly got up, thrust his cock back into you, and began pounding again. There was no going slow and waiting for you to readjust to his size.

"Gods you're so tight. You want me to put a baby in you? Is that what you want?" Aegon asked, as he fucked you deeper than ever before.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want. Please, Aegon. I want you, I want everything," you whimper.

"You’ll walk around with a swollen belly, and I'll make sure every man in Westeros knows you're mine."

The pleasure from that familiar burn was starting to build, and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on. His thrusts were fast and powerful, he was leaving no room for error. You would be with child by the end of the night. You could feel your body tensing around him, your nails digging into his back was the final act to push him over the edge. The two of you came again, and this time he stayed in you, letting you milk his cock and bring his seed further into you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him inside of you. He laid there with his full weight on top of you for a little while, exhausted. You loved it when he did that, his body hot from sex and his musk surrounding you, you felt safe. It was as if you were being shielded from the outside world, and you could focus on nothing but him. Being suffocated by his body would be a glorious death.

Aegon loved the feeling of your breasts pushed up against his chest, how soft and comforting they were. He couldn't wait until they grew heavy with milk, his child would be very lucky. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to lay on you like this anymore once you were with child was a little disappointing, but he was sure he'd think of alternatives. He imagined you on top of him while he did all the work fucking himself up into you. After you were done, he’d carefully move you so you were side by side, front to back, and he would wrap his arm around you and rub your belly. He heard some women go mad during pregnancy and need to be pleasured multiple times a day, he hoped you’d be one of them.

"I never wanted to be king or sit on the throne. The only thing I have ever desired is you. I wanted this war won for you and our baby, I love you more than anything, I hope you know that."

[dragonsbabe]

missgurll im in an angsty mood as well

unrequited love headcanons with aegon,

like aegon is absolutely In love with said reader, but she has her eye on someone else and aegon catches her with the other man and its just an angsty moment of aegon asking "did you ever love me ?" "am I not good enough ?" "we could have had it all, the 7 kingdoms and my purest devotion" im dyinggg

I loved this one here omg okey listen to me, my love 💖

unrequited love

It is so obvious for everyone that Aegon is in love with you

He is a jerk with everyone but you

He's always giving you gifs for no reason

And he makes sure you have fresh flowers every day in your room

Aegon loves the fact that you're always holding his hand and cuddling him

Or the nights you spend together in his room talking and you fall asleep with him in his bed

And it's easy to him to misinterpret all the things you do

And that's why he refuses to accept the idea of you liking someone else

He has noticed the way you smile to a certain man across the room

And how you're always so smily for no reason

No, you can't be in love with someone that it's not him

Aegon has always given you everything you want and more

He gave you his heart and purest devotion

But to you, you are just friends and that will never change

But it's one night when he sees you outside your room kissing the man when his heart breaks

"am I not good enough?" he asks entering your room

"what are you talking about?"

"I saw you with him a while ago. I thought that you loved me"

Now you understand what's going on.

"I do love you. But not in the way you love me" you explain, noticing his tearful eyes "I'm really sorry, Aegon. I tried to love you back, I really did, but I love him" you try to cuddle him, but he pushes you away.

"Maybe you didn't try enough. If you give me more time..."

"I'm sorry, Aegon" you shake your head

He walks out of your room with a smirk, hiding how hurt he is.

And after that day his hurt turns into anger

He's willing to make your life hell

I'm sure he would tell everyone that he took your maidenhood

Maybe that way you won't get married

And anyone would want to be with you

[vhagarlovebot]

Can you do something with Modern!Aemond and Modern! Aegon comforting their s/o who had a sudden death in the family and has fallen back into a depression and are fighting their old habits

modern!aemond & modern!aegon comforting their s/o and helping with their depression headcanons.

AEMOND

modern!aemond does not hesitate to leave everything behind to go and be with you.

he knows what you’re going through. he lost his father not so long ago. despite him not being the best father figure to him and his siblings, it was his father after all.

modern!aemond tries to give you space, even if all he wants is to hold you in his arms while you cry.

modern!aemond would be on alert. he knows how much the recent events had affected you and he —as well as your family— doesn’t want you to go back to that dark place you fought so hard to get out from.

after what happened, he doesn’t see you for a week. you are mourning and locking yourself in your room is your way of dealing with that. but when he sees you after that week, you are a mess.

you cry in his arms and when you tell him you need help, he is right there. he runs you a bath and while you relax in the warm water, he washes your hair.

modern!aemond makes sure you don’t forget to eat and texts you from time to time when you are apart, and you are thankful to have him. you know that without him going through all of it would’ve been harder.

AEGON

modern!aegon knows what you are feeling but doesn’t know how to help you, it is a little hard for him too.

but knowing that you are hurting it’s enough to have him looking for help.

modern!aegon goes to talk to a therapist, trying to learn how to help and be there for you, taking little notes of everything the therapist says.

modern!aegon buys your favorite foods, knocking on your bedroom door to tell you that he’ll leave the things on the kitchen if you want to get out and eat something.

modern!aegon doesn’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to. but he’s so worried he ends up sleeping on the floor outside your room.

he sits there, with his back against the door, and tells you how it was to lose his father. he tries to create a connection, to let you know you are not alone.

little does he know that you are at the other side of the door, listening to everything he says, crying not only because you are hurting but also because he didn’t have anyone to help him through it.