#aegon ii targaryen

[barbieaemond]

Have you never imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?

[squirmhoney]

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warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics. Mentions of non con, dub con, somnophilia and incest.

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Aegon Targaryen

Waking up to uncle!Aegon fucking you

Slipping it in when he knows he isn't supposed to but brother!Aegon gets carried away

Vacation days where cousin!Aegon uses you in his freetime

Literally being used as his cum dump

Aegon wants you whenever and wherever

Fucking you till your numb

Perv Aegon whispering profanities while you get off on it

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond punishing you with overstimulation

Gamer Aemond takes his anger out on his niece

After being too mean uncle! Aemond wants to show you he cares

Literally it is his favourite meal

Fucking you in his clothes

Risking it with cousin reader in your dad's kitchen

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the dad who stepped up❗️❗️❗️

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-Aegon Targaryen x Barmaid!Reader

{Aegon, once again, seeks refuge within the safety of your bedroom…}

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Your bedroom was comforting. The low light from the candles cast warm shadows against the walls, and the warmth of the fireplace spread through the tiny, rundown room. It was an escape from the brothel in which you live above, an escape from the noise and drunken guards who were a little too rowdy tonight for your liking.

Seems the Prince also felt the same because when you walked into your room he was there, lying face down against the cushioned divan snoring ever so softly without a care in the world.

His white and choppy hair splayed messily over the pillow, his lips stained red from whatever cheap wine he had indulged himself in tonight.

It doesn’t surprise you nearly enough as it should, to see him here, a Prince, within the calmness of your own room sleeping and drunk no less.

You try to stay as quiet as possible, moving around the room on steady feet whilst you clean up the mess he had caused by stumbling into your room haphazardly.

But your attempts are useless when the sound of his hoarse voice breaks through the air, “Good… you’re back.” He pushes himself to sit up with a groan, his eyes heavy with a deep sorrow that he’s clearly trying to drink away.

The audacity, the way he thinks he can just barge in here. It frustrates you and rightfully so. “What have I told you about this… look at the mess you’ve made.” You huff with narrowed eyes as you pick up the books he had knocked over.

Aegon stands up with a struggle, his face scrunching up in what you presume is pain. “Where were you?” He completely ignores your complaints with a heavy sigh. His words are all slurred as he leans forward as if trying to spot you out on a lie.

He doesn’t even give you time to respond before he’s talking again through the thick haziness that the wine has caused. “They said you were here… and you weren't, I waited hours for you.” He says, his tone was clearly accusing you of something.

“Not all of us have the privilege to lay around and drink all day Aegon.” You tell him with an anger in your voice that he wasn’t used to, not from you at least.

You watch as his glossy eyes narrow with a turmoil of emotions that he can’t escape from. He’s quick to try and push past you with a dramatic huff. However, he doesn’t make it further than the end of your bed before he’s stumbling slightly with unbalanced footing.

“Seven hells, Aegon… what have you drank?” You mutter as you catch him just barely, an arm wrapping around his torso to help him stand up.

Despite him being completely inebriated he still tenses up at the feeling of your arm around him, keeping him steady. It’s a certain softness that he doesn’t deserve.

“The usual shit… now answer my question, where were you?” He mutters, turning his face towards yours. The smell of wine hits you much stronger now that he’s this close, his breath fanning against your cheek.

With a soft sigh, you cave. Knowing you won’t talk any sense into him whilst he’s like this. You’ve learned from the hard way that he’ll just end up circling back to the same question over and over again.

“I was in the market, I needed to stock up on a few things.” You tell him as he leans further into you for support, his arms circling your waist to try and keep himself upright.

He takes a breath as if he was going to argue with you, but no words follow. Instead, he presses his face into the crook of your neck with a heavy sigh, his fingers fisting the soft fabric of your shirt as he pulls you closer.

Your expression softens and you roll your eyes, your hand soothing his back. This happens a lot more than you care to admit and you can’t help but wonder, at times like this, what went wrong with him?

“You can’t leave… don’t leave me.” The words leave his lips pathetically, so heavy with emotion. His hands tighten, holding your shirt as if he were scared that you might just disappear into thin air.

“I’m not leaving, I won’t.” You tell him, a promise that he won’t believe, because you can guarantee that you’ll have the same conversation with him a couple of days from now.

But your words seem to do the trick for the time being as you feel him smile against your shoulder, pressing his face further into you. “Good, I won’t let you leave anyway.” He says with a certain seriousness in his tone, and in all honesty you wouldn’t put it past him to hunt you down if it came to that. He’s a prince after all, whatever he wants he gets.

You guide him to sit down on your bed, his hands falling to your hips as he collides with the bed with a groan, looking up at you with glazed-over eyes. A warm but strained smile adorns your lips as you rest your hands on either side of his face, his cheeks are warm beneath your palms.

His eyes flutter ever so slightly at the feeling. No one had ever touched him so sweetly, as if he was a piece of art that needed to be revered.

“Lay day… let me get something to eat.” You whisper softly as you guide him to lay against your pillows, his fingers wrapping around your wrist tightly so you don’t slip away from him.

It takes a lot of convincing and patience for you to finally leave your bedroom with the promise of bringing him a small meal. However, by the time you walk back up into the safety of the room he’s passed out on your bed.

His face smushed against your pillow as he curls himself up into a ball, his lips slightly parted. You sigh, placing the metal tray on your bedside table before sitting down next to him. You debate for a moment whether or not you should wake him, deciding it’ll be best to let him sleep off the wine.

With gentle fingers you brush his white hair away, tucking a few strands behind his ear. He could do with a good bath, you think to yourself. You sit there for a while, watching him as he nuzzles into the warmth of your pillow. He will be gone before the sun fully rises, leaving a small bag of coins on your dresser... in thanks?... or maybe as an apology? but for now, you'll enjoy this, the peaceful silence, whilst it lasts.

The candlelight flickers slightly with the breeze that pushes through your room, casting a warm light against his face. In many ways, this room is as much of an escape for him as it is for you.

[danytar]

“Making him happy” [King!Aegon!Targaryen X Sister!Wife!Reader]

Warnings: Incest, cussing, expletives,+18,(f receiving), vulgarity, dark aegon, mention of fingering, mention of war and death.

Summary: Your husband feels very angry with your grandfather's neglect and you hate seeing his sour mood so as his queen and especially his wife you have to make him get better..

Aegon was sitting on the iron throne, watching you critically as you entered. Even though he needed his fleet, the thought of trusting a pirate disgusted him.

He didn't like the idea of ​​trusting these sea vagabonds He was feeling weaker and weaker after the Greyjoys refused to ally with him against your half-sister. You hated seeing him like this he was angry most of the time and he still hasn't forgotten what happened to your precious son.

You were standing not far from his throne you could see him complaining and showing his frustration to his grandfather and his mother. you felt that you should keep your mouth shut for a time.

You do not rule out that he might insult you in his anger. you really tired of hearing his screams and his inconsiderate words, and you felt a strong desire to silence him. You know very well that aegon can easily shut up is he was with you.

When the court was finally empty, you saw him leaning back on his throne and holding his temples with his eyes closed.

You stood at a distance from his throne and spoke.. “You look upset what's wrong? ”.

He raised his head slightly and then looked at you with a stern look and his lips curled into a frown “Don't act like you dont know! I need a fleet! I need ships! ”.

“I know! Just calm down...please ”. You speak in a low tone and take a step towards his throne. You stop again and speak again “You do not have to ask for the support of the lords, like a beggar asking for alms”.

He stares at you with a slight smile on his lips as she speaks.

“Of course, you are right, my queen, as always. It is time we strike fear into the hearts of traitors. They must learn that they have to recognize me as king, as you said. But still, I need the support of a fleet, and the only way to do that is to rely on sea pirates, which I cannot accept without disgust”.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him smiling at you again you're really missed his smile So you maintained eye contact with him and did not break it yet. “We will take what is our will fire and blood we may not have ships, but we do have dragons.. so. If you don't have ships... destroy enemy ships ”. you replied.

Aegon raised an eyebrow at your comment “Are you suggesting burning our half-sister's fleet?”

“Yes”

Aegon felt a wave of surprise, but he remained calm. At least your idea would take care of the pirate part.“Well, that's an interesting idea. But wouldn't that bring a reaction that we weren't ready for? I mean, the whore might just send her dragons as revenge”.

“She can't attack us in King's landing If she does she will have to burn innocent people along with us to take revenge and you know I don't think she's that stupid to do such a thing”.

Aegon nodded at your words. That made sense. If the black queen attacked him she would have to attack King's Landing along with them. And that meant bringing fire and blood to innocent people, which was something he didn't want either.

“You are right, she cannot attack me in King's Landing, that would be suicidal. Now that you remind me, that solves the pirate problem. We burn the ships, and as for the rest, we fight them by swords and blood”.

Aegon smiled more as he looked at you, happy to feel the satisfaction of finding a way through the problem of relying on pirates. This was not only a practical solution but also a solution that would satisfy him because it didn't involve relying on sea vagrants.

“We have found our solution. Now all we need to do is prepare the attack, coordinate the dragon strikes, and strike at the right moment. If we do that, it will be quick and effective. The victory will be ours”.

He was grateful to have an intelligent wife like you. you were a gift from the gods sent to him.The frown finally went away and was replaced by a small cocky smile.

He rose from his throne as he strutted his walk towards you he put his hands on your waist and lifted you up.

“Aegon! ” you chuckled.. “I feel dizzy”.

He chuckled as well then pressed his lips to yours It was a surprise kiss, but you welcomed it He slowly put you down but you wrapped your arms around his neck pressed your body against his own body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he placed his hands on your buttocks to support you.

Aegon's hands moved slowly, tracing your curves and enjoying the feel of your soft skin. He lingered on each part of your body and savored every inch of you, letting himself feel the pleasure and heat radiating from her.

your lips remained joined, and he pressed his body against yours. His heart beat faster, and his hands moved lower on your body, exploring every inch of you. He wanted to feel your entire body against him, pressing himself against you as close as he could.

You felt like he lost his balance and started to back towards the Iron Throne. you chuckled on is lips as he He sat on his throne again while you were still clinging to him. Even his ruby ​​crown lost its balance and fell off his head.

You looked at the crown as it rolled to the ground he grabbed your chin to bring your attention back to him and kissed you again This time, more passionate and hotter his tongue joined the kiss as well. You can't and moan in his mouth too.

Aegon moaned louder in response and kissed you back, using his tongue to explore your mouth in the same way. your tongues danced together, and the passion grew higher.

your bodies pressed against each other, the heat of your bare skin causing a wave of tingling to sweep over your. His hands ran from your waist to your hip and then to lower, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric there.

“Ah- my love-

“ A good queen who know to please her husband ”. he whispered.. “how lucky I am”.. His tone and voice were full of lust and seduction.

Your cold fingers slid down to unbuckle his belt and invade his dangerous areas. Aegon groaned softly at the feeling of your cold fingers underneath his pants. your hand had a delicious effect, causing his body to shiver with pleasure.

His heartbeat grew even quicker, his breath grew heavier, and he felt that he was about to lose his control when you touched that spot. His lips became more active as he continued to explore your mouth, your tongues making their way while he felt your fingers below his pants. His kisses became more active and enthusiastic, and he felt his body twitching and trembling.

You pulled away from his embrace to kneel in front of his throne then you unziped his pants. He wanted to speak, but he quickly felt your mouth on him He felt a shiver in his body. So he closed his eyes and let you comfort him. He let out a loud groan of pleasure begun to sink back into the throne.

“Fuc-fuck- yes.. darling.. make y- your king.. happy ”. He groaned as his fingers tangling in your hair. It didn't take you long before he reached his climax. You both forgot that you were in the throne room and were vulnerable to interruption and intrusion at any moment.

but you both were the king and the queen of the seven kingdoms and you will do whatever you want even if it meant having sex on that pile of metal.

Soon you felt him cum inside your mouth you took everything he gave you graciously. When you finally pulled away from him, he opened his eyes and smiled widely at you.

His thumb wiped away the remaining liquid on the corner of your mouth. you chuckled softly so did he Then he pulled you into his lap again he unzipped your pants this time to put it inside you.

Of course he wasn't done with you yet...you were the one who wanted to play dirty...

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Part 1

[very-straight-blog]

Aegon is constantly accused of having sadistic tendencies, but even if we decide that the rumors about child fighting pits are true, how exactly does this differ from this:

So do I understand correctly that it's okay to enjoy watching brutal murders as far as they're technically legal? Even if it doesn't change the essence of what's happening? The moral standards of TB, which I'll never understand.

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Princess Jaehaera, King Aegon II, and Queen Cassandra Baratheon

(Requested by Anonymous)

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King and Queen don’t play about each other!!

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Countdown: 10 Weeks Until The Return of "House of the Dragon". 🖤🐉🔥

[barbieaemond]

[squirmhoney]

honestly just the idea of aegon being obsessed with reader is just insane. like he’s fully obsessed with her, he doesn’t want anyone else to have her, and she’s seemingly innocent so he wants to teach her how to do things and gets angry when other guys make a move on her. idk if this makes sense??

Warnings: Dark. Dub con. Pervy men. A lot of smut. Incest implied but not stated. Public sex. 18+ A/N: Ahh I'm loving obsessed Aegon and want to make him a bit softer. However, I hope you're okay I made it into more of a head canon/drabble and added a little bit of Aemond at the bottom because I miss him.

Aegon

Obsessed!Aegon who wakes up wrapped up in his sheets with you, bodies pressed so tightly together. This could have been such a sweet moment, the early light of the sun beating down on your skin, but Aegon’s perverse mind never allowed him a moment's peace. It’s what you woke to, Aegon kissing underneath one of his t-shirts you wore, positioned between your legs as he tried to wake you. You could feel his hard dick pushed up to your damp panties, rubbing slowly against you as he tried to get off. You whimper at the feel of him, mumbling his name to get his attention. As soon as he realised you were awake, his head is popping out of your t-shirt, asking if you wanted him to make you feel good. One nod and that man is grinding against you, making you both whimper and moan in bliss.

Obsessed!Aegon who comes down for breakfast a minute later than you, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you if you came down together. However, he can’t help but eye you up as he makes himself a coffee, wondering why you look so good. As soon as he sits next to you, he’s asking you these questions. Which leads you to reply with an “are you joking?” look as you raise your brows at him. But he’s insistent and all you can do is laugh pointing out your bed head, the baggy t-shirt of his and joggers that you are wearing. He still swears you look good and to prove that he places your hand over his boner, thrusting his hips up into it for a tiny bit of release. You quickly steal it away, ducking your head away as you try to hide your flushed face from the prying eyes around the table. 

 Obsessed!Aegon who literally feels like just touching you isn’t enough. He is the kind to be so obsessed he needs to be under your skin. Being buried inside those velvet walls of yours will just have to do. You’re literally trying to get ready, putting your makeup on at his desk with your little setup but he’s so damn needy. He’s literally got you on his lap, holding you a few inches above him as he fucks into you. You’re scolding him for his behaviour at first, telling him he needs to get his head out of the gutter. But then his cock is hitting that spot inside of you that has you biting down on your lip, hand falling onto one of his thighs as your nails dig in. It’s a few seconds later, when Aegon is kissing you, practically shoving his tongue down your throat to keep you quiet, that his mum knocks on the door, asking if he knows where you’ve ran off to. With his hand pressed against your lips, he’s saying he has no idea, drilling into you harshly. 

Obsessed!Aegon who admires how dressed up you got for your date with him even if it took longer than expected (because of how much of a horn dog he is). Who is cursing in his head though that you had to wear that sundress he loved so much, especially when it had the man at the ice cream stand eyeing you up so much. But he’s later thankful for it as he pushes you down into the grass behind some trees, kissing down your body as you try to push him away. He pouts up at you, with a darkened gaze as he asks, “you love me, don’t you?” That’s all he needs as you spread your legs, allowing him to hike that sundress up to your waist, wasting no time as he attaches his mouth to your soaked panties, only moving them to the side when he thinks your moans aren’t loud enough for him. 

Obsessed!Aegon who grins proudly as you stumble back to his car, making sure to pass the ice cream stand on the way. The man from before is now staring at you with wide eyes,  noticing your fucked out expression as you practically cling onto Aegon. He makes sure to park the car somewhere a bit more secluded, knowing he won’t make it back to the house in time to have you. Within seconds he has you bare in the back seats, legs pressed between the pair of you as he folds you in half. You whine at him afterwards, telling him he ruined your makeup and hair but he soothes your sadness with a featherlight kiss on your cheek, telling you that he likes you better just like this. 

Obsessed!Aegon who didn’t even realise that you had spent all day out together, not answering a single call from your parents. They’re waiting for you, being instantly alarmed by your appearance. You’ve ruined your dress with grass stains, there are leaves in your done up hair as well. Aegon is quick to joke about how you fell, because of how clumsy you are and they eventually believe him, even if they don’t want to. 

Obsessed!Aegon who waits impatiently for you to make your way to his bedroom. Honestly he is thinking about going to find you and dragging you here himself. But then you’re poking your head through his door, slipping in quietly in that matching set and silk robe he loved so much. You’ve moisturised as well, easily being able to glide his hand up your legs. He’s biting on his knuckles, trying to restrain himself from marking up every part of your body. The only thought that stops him is the idea of you bouncing on his cock, eager to teach you the new position as he strips you of your clothes. He guides you up and down, letting you take full control as he just lies back to watch your tits jiggle as you ride him. But he doesn’t last long, hands having to grope every part of your naked skin, mouth attaching to one of your nipples as he takes control, fucking into you. 

 Obsessed!Aegon who knows he puts you through a lot with his constant needs but does really care about you. He shows you that as he bathes you with affection under the steam of the shower. He doesn’t try to fuck you or get himself off in the process. Instead he rubs your back soothingly as he holds you in his arms, telling you how good you are to him, how he wouldn’t have you any other way. 

Aemond

Obsessed!Aemond who is slightly different in the way he treats you. Waking you up with his mouth attached to your folds, licking and drinking you so you wake up already moaning as your day begins. He wants you to know how much he cares for you, how much he desires you, pushing two fingers into you as he licks at your swollen clit. You looked best like this, strung out on noises of pleasure as you laid in his bed, completely forgetting where you are as you become louder. 

Obsessed!Aemond who swears he hasn’t got a super high sex drive but does find you incredibly divine in the morning. He can’t help but press a soft kiss to your cheeks as you eat your breakfast, not caring who sees. He also can’t help but deny how much he enjoys how you smother him in kisses when you’ve managed to get away from your family, returning the affection ten fold as you cuddle into him.

Obsessed!Aemond who can’t deny you when you touch him. He knows your kisses and cuddling was only meant to be innocent but you don’t understand how badly you drive him wild when your tits press up against his chest or the way you press down on his crotch. He’s indecent he knows for taking advantage of the situation, turning your playful touches into a full make out session. The kisses are sloppy as he looks to have you a pathetic mess on top of him, guiding your hips to take your own pleasure as you grind your hips down and onto him. 

Obsessed!Aemond, whose jealousy is twisted and cruel, that burns within him as he watches another man at the shopping centre trying desperately to flirt with you. Of course you don’t flirt back, you’re too innocent to know what’s going on as you smile at the man. He’s dragging you into the nearest bathroom, making it clear to the man what he’s about to do, while all you can do is follow him. The floor of the bathroom is dirty but Aemond doesn’t care, shoving you to your knees in front of him as he whips out his cock from the restraint of his jeans. His hand is tight in your hair as he groans, fucking into your mouth without care for how your jaw aches or for how you gag. You’re a drooling mess around him, eager to please as you hollow out your cheeks, only to cry and try harder when he hisses that you can definitely do better. 

Obsessed!Aemond who cleans you up, cleaning you up with wet wipes from that dirty bathroom. Even promising he’ll shower you and take good care of you when you get home, trying to make you stop pouting at him with those wet eyes. He pushes you out of the bathroom, lacing his hand with yours as he guides you to your favourite shop, hoping that maybe a nice treat would get him back on your good side again. 

Obsessed!Aemond who gets you guys home at a reasonable time to avoid any confrontation with your parents. Only for your mother to eye him up as he notices the bags of shopping you had got all on his credit card, not understanding why she was so disapproving of it all as you tried to show her. 

Obsessed!Aemond who makes good word of his promises, already having a hot bath waiting for you with him inside of it. Lathering up your body with soap as he takes his sweet time caressing every single inch of it. He doesn’t want you to think this is just sex between you so he doesn’t push it any further even when he feels his cock get hard being pressed against your ass cheek. It’s you that’s insistent, guiding his hands to where you need him while you work your hand against him. Both of you cursing into each other's mouths as you try to keep quiet, you rubbing his cock while making good work to slip your thumb against his head, him rubbing circles into your clit, nibbling at your lip as he does so. 

Obsessed!Aemond, who pats you dry with a towel, moisturises every inch of your body with lotion, even taking time to braid your hair when you’re finished blow drying it. He places you down onto the bed gently, more than ready to go to sleep but you’re not that tired yet, so he settles for a bit of pillow talk instead. Aemond who can’t help but adore every part of you as you tell him stories, listening to every word as he gets lost in the sound of your laughter. Who couldn’t help himself but kiss you when you looked and sounded so sweet, only meaning to show you how much he cared but within minutes has your leg hooked around his hip as he fucks into you. He takes it slow, apologising that he doesn’t mean to be this way but it’s what you do to him. 

[squidprinceofwinterfell]

Aemond and Aegon

[sylasthegrim]

The Gods are Prisoners ♢ Chapter 6

Aegon x Aryana Stark (OC) x Aemond

Tags ♢ arranged marriage, romantic tension, eventual polyamory

Wordcount ♢ 4,260

While touring the Seven Kingdom, Prince Aegon meets his intended, Aryana of House Stark. While he expected an austere woman, he instead finds a fiery young lady with an unexpected affinity for dragons. However, he isn’t the only Targaryen prince to take an interest in her…

In this chapter, Aegon confronts Aemond about his jealousy. Aryana and Aegon almost cross the line of impropriety...

Masterlist

Chapter 6 ♢ The Fire of Envy

As darkness fell over the camp, and some of the men were preparing to come back to Winterfell the next day, Aryana didn’t find rest easy. She had found refuge in her tent and laid upon her cot, which was covered in various pelts and furs—Nymeria joined her and Aryana relished in the simple comfort of finding warmth against her wolf.

Cregan’s words were still lingering in her mind, and she knew his mourning was legitimate. He was saying goodbye to his sister, the girl he had grown up with, and in a couple of months she wouldn’t simply be lady Stark anymore, but Prince Aegon’s wife.

The crown was the endgame, but the road before the throne would certainly be long, as King Viserys was still young. Before that laid many trials, she was sure, and years of serving in the wings rather than central stage.

This season of her life would be the time of discovery, of learning Aegon’s ways just as he would learn hers. She would discover the capital, get used to a castle far different than her father’s, ride around the Crownlands on Sunfyre if Aegon was still inclined to take her—if not, she would take advantage of the King’s Woods with Nymeria.

Then, when learning and discovery was done, a babe would surely be born, and the season of motherhood would start.

All she had trained for since she was a child would come to fruition. She had learned, prayed and learned some more—now, she would finally serve. 

As Aryana mused over the future years of her life, a few tents away Aemond found similar preoccupation keeping him awake.

He had initially rejoiced in his brother’s good fortune, but now the joy was overshadowed by the bitter and painful burn of envy. He coveted what his brother was to have, not for the first time in his life, but for some reason this particular blessing unsettled him.

He had spent his young years training to be the best man he could, honing his skills and sharpening his mind, but never had he considered those assets regarding marriage.

He knew he would make a good prospect for a high born lady, despite his scar and taciturn disposition, but he found himself hesitant to approach ladies. He knew the game of courting was rigged from the start—no woman would see him for who he was, but rather his station and the comforts he could provide her.

He also knew his father wouldn’t let him court anyone or consider marriage before Aegon was well and properly wed. 

As usual, he was the second son and therefore his prospects came after that of Aegon. He was used to it, and accepted it as the order of things, but he hadn’t expected the intense way he reacted to Aryana. She was an accomplished young woman and that was to be commanded, but in his admiration for her he also found a longing he had never experienced before. 

He had had to swallow his annoyance when he had noticed the easy humor between Aegon and Aryana, the way they seemed to please one another effortlessly. One could only come to the conclusion that so far, the match seemed to be an excellent one, and it only highlighted the little chance Aemond would have to ever find such a match.

“Aemond,” he heard his brother’s voice outside his tent, but before he could send him away or call him in, the white-haired man had pushed the heavy flaps and taken a step inside.

“Aegon,” he replied with unconcealed annoyance. He carefully draped the doublet he had just taken off on the back of a chair, and hesitated to put his eye patch back on before turning to face his brother. 

“I was only jesting,” his brother said, visibly unbothered by having barged in unannounced, and Aemond wondered if this was a rehearsed conversation, one that came after Aryana’s attempt at an apology.

He despised the idea, and suddenly realized he would surely have to adapt to it—his brother would have another person to share his mind with, and Aemond would always be left as second choice from now on.

“I am aware,” he replied coldly, hoping it would be enough to send his brother away. A tension was pressing behind his eyes and he wasn’t one to share his pain with anyone.

“I didn't mean to question your integrity in this way,” Aegon continued as Aemond finally turned to him, crossing his arms behind his back formally.

As much as Aemond wanted to blame Aegon for his heartache, he knew he only had himself to blame. It wasn’t the way his brother perceived him that worried him, but the fact that the jest had put his mistake into light.

“I crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed,” Aemond conceded, and he felt foolish for it.

He knew he had no right to seek a friendship with the woman who would become his brother’s wife, or to covet what wasn’t his to have. Marriage would come, he knew, but he wouldn’t be awarded much choice—with a bit of luck he would be allowed to choose between a few ladies selected by his grandfather, but he would have no true freedom in it.

For some reason, he had a hard time believing fate would be as good to him in that regard as it was to Aegon. Such luck would only happen to one brother, as it was often the fate of siblings. To crave what was meant for the other, and resent what couldn’t be shared.

Helaena often spoke of it, even more so in the months leading to the tour, and Aemond had suspected she could feel something but hadn’t dared ask. His sister’s gift could sometimes be a curse, as knowing in advance sometimes meant suffering twice.

“Nonsense,” Aegon protested, stepping closer. There was a lingering smell around him, one of wood and a more feminine fragrance that twisted Aemond’s stomach. “Brother, you know I trust you.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t,” Aemond held on to his bitter, defeating narrative.

Aegon regarded him strangely for a minute before realization dawned on him and his face smoothed, his eyes widening.

“You are jealous,” he came to the rightful conclusion, and before Aemond could say a word in his defense, Aegon’s smooth face creased once more, his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth pulling downward.

“Is it her, or…” he murmured, and Aemond could see the thoughts rushing behind his eyes. “You know father would happily marry you. I heard Borros Baratheon is eager to marry one of his four girls into the royal line.”

Aemond looked aside, his blind eye to his brother, and sighed. “I pray you realize how special she is, and how fortunate you are,” he said and he could instantly feel Aegon take a step back, closing himself off.

“I am aware, believe me I am,” he said, sounding defensive. He heard him swallow in the quiet of the tent, as the rest of the camp was slowly falling asleep, the merry feasting having come to an end not long ago.

“I’m sorry,” Aegon offered hesitantly, and it only served to anger Aemond.

“Keep your pity,” he spat out, closing the space between them, as he easily towered over his eldest.

“It is not pity to want you to have whatever your heart desires,” Aegon defended, uncrossing his arms and squaring his shoulders. 

Despite his shorter stature, there was something potent in his eyes when he wished to summon it, a darkness that sometimes was arrogance, other times a twisted sort of hunger that Aemond wasn’t sure what to do with.

Those moments made him wish he could trade his one good eye with Aegon, only so his brother could see himself through Aemond’s lens, the potential that lurked beneath the surface, the dragon blood that pulsed in his veins but that he struggled to summon, as though he was scared he could not control it. 

“You are my brother. Another half of me. My better half, if you ask me, but…” Aegon said with a mirthless laugh, and Aemond knew that the words to come would sting like a spear to the chest. “But she is mine. Or at least she will be, soon.”

Aemond’s mouth twisted and he found himself caught between his own self-loathing and the painful truth his brother had not hesitated to spit back in his face.

Aegon was selfish and possessive, Aemond had learned that fact the hard way, as despite their differences his eldest had never allowed him to stray too far—whoever he loved, he needed to control in some way, to keep at his side at all times. It didn’t matter that it stemmed from fear of failure and abandon.

“For once can you not be happy that I get some happiness,” Aegon defended as Aemond remained silent.

He was suddenly afraid that by finding this match would mean to lose his brother. He hadn’t lied just then; Aemond was part of him, they were two sides of the same coin, one polished while the other was eroded, but one coin nonetheless.

At the same time, another fear took root within his chest before he could stop it. He trusted his brother’s honor and integrity, but he could not help the terrible image that crossed his mind, that of Aemond and Aryana, side by side, and the sight was somehow fitting.

He knew he stood no chance compared to Aemond, who was educated, clever and wise, while Aegon struggled to stay afloat. He would not survive the comparison, and he did not want to try it.

“She is mine, brother,” he repeated despite fully knowing the pain he was causing. As eldest, he should have been gracious and generous enough to grant his sibling some sympathy, to accept that it was common for a younger brother to look with envy at his future sister-in-law, but in that moment he could not muster such sentiments.

“I am aware. I do not want to take her away from you,” Aemond assured, but the crack in the wall was there, letting doubt in.

As the hunting party returned to Winterfell, it brought back a merry atmosphere to the castle. 

The celebrated couple danced through the night under the proud eyes of King Viserys and Lord Stark. Both of them knew this marriage could not be allowed to fail, as the future of the realm and the entente between the North and the crown rested on it. A few days of vigorous hunting and of enjoying the fresh air of the Wolfswoods had done both parties some good.

“It seems this match is a success,” Rickon Stark commented, and beside him, Viserys made a pleased sound.

“Indeed. It seems we are witnessing the premises of what will be a most harmonious marriage,” the king replied.

“Did you ever doubt it, your grace?” the Warden asked.

Far from their fathers’ preoccupations, Aegon and Aryana twirled and swayed among the other merry dancers, oblivious to the words being spoken about them.

Aryana had noticed a slight change in her betrothed’s behavior—his arrogance had returned, only with an intense sort of demeanor, and he seemed unwilling to let her out of his sight. She supposed he mourned the privacy the outdoors had awarded them, and there was hardly anywhere to escape as all eyes were on them.

Aegon seemed to thrive under the attention, under the looks of genuine admiration, even though he seemed to wonder about it.

“They are watching the future of the realm,” Aryana whispered to him as their hands met, palm flat, and their faces came closer before parting again as they twirled.

However as the evening turned into night and the wine flowed, they both allowed the merry atmosphere to seep into their bones and make forget about propriety, slightly. Aegon’s eyes were no longer glancing at the crowd, but looking straight at her, and she herself couldn’t look away.

Aryana found herself thriving under Aegon’s attention, secretly glad she had asked her maid to lower the collar of her dress slightly, pinning the lapels of the garment tighter on her corset.

She had chosen a deep green gown which she hoped was a nice touch, as it was reminiscent of the queen’s favored color, but she knew its greatest asset was how it served as a contrasting canvas for her fiery hair. She had chosen to leave her rich red waves free, keeping two simple braids taken from her hairline and laced at the back of her head, accentuating her features.

As they lost themselves to the rhythm of the music and the warmth of the room, she could gradually feel the tension between them mount, and the desire to kiss him had come back to her quicker than she had anticipated and now would not leave her. She regretted that they had not found another moment of privacy to indulge before returning to Winterfell, and now she mourned the closeness they had shared.

The dance ended abruptly and the crowd parted in two, cheering the celebrated couple. Aegon brought the back of her hand to his lips and held her gaze as he pressed a fervent kiss to her knuckles.

Aryana curtsied before she excused herself, quickly finding one of the few ladies in the assembly that wasn’t dancing—Arra Norrey stood on the outskirts, glancing at Cregan from time to time as she tapped her foot to the music. 

“I need some fresh air,” Aryana indicated to her friend before slipping away as discreetly as she could.

She found a secluded corridor behind the kitchens, one that led to a cellar that was seldom used, her heart beating in her chest as she heard assured but quiet footsteps following her. She rounded a corner and turned on her heels sharply, delighted to find Aegon staring at her with the same dark expression he had worn on the dancefloor. 

“Aegon,” she gasped as they came together, and the tension that had mounted between them all evening snapped.

She sighed in pleasure as he slanted his mouth over hers, their lips catching as their tongues curled together. Hands coming up to find purchase on his chest, she enjoyed the soft fabric and toyed with the intricate chain that decorated the collar as they kissed, long but unhurried.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon said as he pulled away for a breath, his hand warm as it cradled her jaw.

As she pressed herself up against him again, she was grateful for the fact that she didn’t have to push on her toes; still, she enjoyed the heady feeling of him taking the lead as he pressed her against the stone wall gently.

She went willingly, submitting to his eagerness and obvious confidence. He kissed her with a languid passion, with an abandon that didn’t exclude a masterful control of his lips and tongue, leaving a pleasant tingling in her stomach. She enjoyed his forwardness as it stoked the fire of her own curiosity and desire.

As he pulled away again she could feel a thrum beneath his skin, like a wyrm lurking beneath the surface and she was utterly entranced.

There was a darkness in his eyes she had never seen until now, and as he swiped his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip, she shivered. She sighed despite herself as he pressed forward, sharing a breath without touching her, then slid his nose along hers in a soft gesture—at least, it should have been one of tenderness, but in truth it incensed her. 

“What has gotten into you?” she murmured, and for a moment Aegon thought he had overstepped, but the smile she pressed against his mouth soon reassured him that she welcomed his advances. 

“I am simply measuring my luck, to be promised to you,” he replied, seeking the soft spot behind her ear and kissing it lightly, savoring her shiver. 

He tasted the salt of her skin on his lips and she flushed under his attention, burying her hands in his hair. He sighed against her creamy skin, taking a moment to breathe her in and relish in the way she dug her fingertips into his scalp gently.

“This is a lovely gown,” Aegon praised, his voice gone rough, but they both knew what the compliment truly meant. Aryana’s cheeks darkened when she realized the line of sight he had, deep into the corset of her dress, and her chest rose with an elated breath.

“I am glad it is to your taste,” Aryana gasped as he lowered his hand that was still on her jaw, slowly tracing the line of neck and dipping lower, following the valley that led into her collar. She sighed in delight as the back of his knuckles traced the swell of her breast, and he pressed another kiss to her neck.

Aegon chuckled at the sound she made, his skin prickling with anticipation. He loved the thrill of that particular chase, and as slow as this one was, it still made his stomach burn. Acting on instinct and emboldened by the wine, he dipped his head and kissed the soft spot where the two swells of her breasts met, the tender place where all men dreamed to rest their weary heads.

Aryana arched her back and her breath turned shaky, which Aegon swallowed greedily and he came back up to slant his mouth over hers again. Her grip on the front of his doublet tightened as the tingling in her abdomen burst and a lick of heat ran up her core—the sudden desire between them was strong, and she hadn’t expected it to be so intoxicating.

She gently reached up and pulled him back by the hair; he went easy, his mouth red as if stained by cherries and she supposed she must have looked no less disheveled.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered between them, not without regret. “My father wouldn’t take so kindly to improper intimacies under his roof.”

“Of course,” Aegon replied, nodding solemnly and taking a few steps back. His hair was wild, his carefully combed waves rendered unruly by her hands, which was a lovely sight, and his eyes bore the same wildness, a dark, rich depth that she wished to drown in.

“I’m afraid I rather indulged in wine,” she commented as reason came back to her for a minute and she realized the situation she had led them in, and the ease with which she had done so. She was not completely unfamiliar with desire, but never before had it guided her so.

“No more than I did,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “I should rest in my chambers for a moment, clear my head before I return to the banquet.”

Aryana contemplated his words for a moment, but she knew it was futile. Reason would not win this time, and she found she did not care.

“I could walk with you,” she offered, allowing the wild beating of her heart to guide her, setting aside the teachings of her Septa in favor of her instincts. 

“Those corridors are dark, and we are in my father’s halls. I would be a terrible host if I allowed you to take the wrong stairs or crack your skull on the stones,” she explained as Aegon’s grin widened.

She took his hand, pulling him along and leading him to the guest quarters by an outer passage—the cold air of the night made them shiver and cooled the sweat on their skin slightly.

“One kiss,” Aegon offered as they arrived in front of his door and she agreed, following him inside after careful glances on either side of the hallway, looking out for any lingering eyes or ears. 

Inside, the room was sparse and quite messier than she had expected—clothes littered every surface and she laughed at Aegon’s obvious lack of neatness. “Does wine usually have this effect on you?” she asked, distracting herself by picking at the seam of a cloak draped over the large armchair by the fire.

Aegon’s white hair looked golden in the light of the flames, and his eyes shone as he turned to face her, an amused grin stretching his pink mouth. “I could ask you the same,” he replied with that same teasing tone that made his voice glide smoother between his lips.

“It is not the wine,” she replied with mirth, enjoying how his eyes crinkled at the corners.

“What is it, then?” he crooned, approaching her with intent.

The soft material of his doublet glimmered in the candlelight, the dark red peeking through the black, and the gold seams standing out. His waves fell in his eyes slightly as he tilted his head questioningly, and she could only flush under the scrutiny. 

“Surely you know,” she replied.

“I want you to tell me, please,” he asked as he reached for her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip again.

“Only because you beg so prettily,” she taunted him, but she found herself caught in her own trap. His eyes seemed to darken, and his smile turned sharper, with a slightly dangerous edge to it. 

“I don’t beg,” he murmured. “I politely request.”

They both laughed into the next breath they shared, their lips hovering but never touching, and the sweet torture was enough to make them both shiver.

“You know how charming you are, surely,” she inquired as he dipped his head to chase the wild pulse at her throat, humming as he found it and pressed his lips to it, gently. His upper lip was soft and so was his chin, as he had shaved for the banquet, but she still wondered whether his kiss would leave a mark. 

One press of lips, one humming breath against her throat and he was gone—she swallowed the plea that threatened to fall from her lips.

“I should go back to the ball. Leave you to rest a while,” she said instead, biting her lower lip.

Aegon took a few steps back blindly, then sat down when his knees bumped against the foot of the bed. With his feet firmly planted into the floor, he knew how easy it would be to take her, how good he could make it, and quick enough that hardly anyone would notice their absence. 

“Yes, you should,” he said.

“It is already improper that I am here,” she said as though her mind had taken the same path as his, and he felt foolish for inviting her into his rooms.

He knew desire to be stronger than reason, and he had counted on her to be the voice of proper conduct, but it seemed she was just as inclined to follow the pull between them.

“We are meant to be married, how improper could it be,” he shrugged, curious as to what she would answer. Slowly, he reached for the laces of his doublet, starting with the knot at the bottom and working his way up, revealing part of his lap and abdomen.

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be for you, as you have the advantage of being a man. But a lady falling prey to baser urges isn’t to be praised,” she answered, but her eyes were no longer on his face and her breathing had gone ragged. 

“Then allow me to use this advantage, will you?” he asked, just as breathless. Warmth spread in his stomach and his cock filled as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, nodding nonetheless. 

“We said one kiss,” she breathed, her cheeks flushed a dark red as she stepped closer slowly, and Aegon found himself rooted to the spot. 

He was so terribly curious of how far she would let him take it, caught between his respect for her and his desperation to prove himself a good lover.

This was one aspect he knew he could best his brother at, one crucial element in which she would likely prefer him to Aemond—he was skilled in the art of pleasing a woman, unafraid to explore a woman’s skin until he found the spot that made her quake, utterly unashamed of any act it would require.

“I would not do anything—” he started, quickly silenced as she planted her palms firmly on his thighs, using the leverage to her advantage as she pressed a passionate kiss to his mouth. He groaned and it only spurred her on, her grip tightening around his legs as he pressed the heel of his hand into his lap.

He wanted to rock into the pressure, to ease the desire that threatened to render him mad, and her presence while he slowly succumbed to his hunger only made it more potent. He groaned again, this time in frustration, when she took her mouth away—she breathed between them and he shuddered as she looked down, leaving no doubt as to what he was doing.

“I will see you downstairs, my prince,” she murmured, sounding as breathless as he was. 

As she slipped back into the hallway, she smiled at him over her shoulder, biting her lip as she swallowed the elated laugh that was bubbling in her chest.

She closed the heavy door and hurried down the corridor, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to calm the thundering of her heart. She had just had a peek at the infamous wildness of dragon princes, and she supposed her inner wolf was called to it; two wild beasts desperate to find their equal, their mate. 

Dividers by @saradika

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