#aegon ii targaryen x fem!oc

[emilykaldwen]

Morning

@tremendouswolfsaladranch sent me a prompt for Aegon and Abby lazy married morning. I HAVE FINALLY DELIVERED.

Title: Morning Rating: Explicit (just some satisfying morning sex with an appetizer of eating your sexy wife out as she deserves) Pairing: Aegon x wife!OC (Abrogail Strong) Kinks: we got breeding kink! Word Count: 945

This takes place in the Maiden Verse! Unbeta'd cause I just woke up and we're here for just some morning sex.

Happy Sexy Sunday!

It’s barely light out, the morning light watery as the dark clouds roll in with another promise of rainy weather. The fire has been stoked, blazing warmer and brighter in the large grate, which explains why she hadn’t noticed that the nightshirt she wore, one of Aegon’s, was pushed up half over her breasts so the smooth expanse of her belly was exposed. Her husband’s silver head hovers over her lower stomach and she whimpers when his warm mouth presses gentle, sucking kisses against her skin. Her muscles spasm, a shiver tearing through her and her thighs fall open even more. His chuckle is warm, damp breath sending goosebumps blossoming along her skin with the heated blush.

“Behave,” he warns her, knuckles dragging through where she needs him most, the sound obscene with how aroused she is. He must have been coaxing her awake for Abby to feel this wet already. A yelp escapes her, and a moan follows when Aegon begins to nip his way lower, sharp teeth catching along the delicate skin and nosing into the thatch of red at the apex of her thighs.

“What happens if I don’t?” she sighs, one hand reaching down to sleepily card her fingers through his hair, the other reaching up to fondle her own breast. Aegon’s responding purr is deeper than what he should be allowed to make, those moments of beast bond thrumming through his frame as he fits his shoulders between her thighs. 

“As your lord husband, I’ll have to discipline you. Abrogail, I’m sure I’ve made that clear before.” She catches the look in his lilac eyes when he rests his chin upon her cunt, his face fuzzy with stubble that excites her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re asking for it.”

She moans and shakes her head, biting at her lower lip as she pinches and toys with her right nipple, pretending it’s his thick fingers, his nail scraping along the sensitive bud. “Promise I’m not,” she assures. “I’ve been so very good.”

“Have you-” and Abby cries out, hips arching as Aegon’s tongue darts out to circle the sensitive bud of nerves just as two fingers slip inside, stretching her. Whatever else Aegon said was lost as the buzzing fills her, the sparkle of need and want thrumming through her veins. Fingers tighten in Aegon’s hair, and she feels and hears his moan vibrating through her as her fits his mouth and fucks her slowly, languid and lazy, as if they have all the time in the world.

She had promised him a lie in, and it seemed he’d taken it upon himself to make sure they had it. Fingers curl inside of her just as she curls her own into his hair, and he rubs at the spot that makes her cry and shake, that makes her toes curl against him and feel like her world is shattering around her. The rush of slick he pulls from her is a mess on the bed and over his face and Aegon’s sounds as he shoves his tongue into her to lick up the mess sends her shaking, mouth wet and body hot and writhing against the bed. He pushes her thighs further apart and blearily, Abby looks up at him, licking her lips as he rises.

“Im-impatient,” she manages out and her words are cut off at the feel of his cock pressing inside her. There’s no teasing, no dragging through her, dipping in and out until he has her begging. Aegon’s impatient, slipping inside of her with little resistance and she gasps at the feel of him, the stretch because even after all this time, he takes her by surprise, she’s never prepared for him. 

Her favorite, though, is when he crawls up her body, hips rolling into her, to blanket her. She whimpers, “I missed you,” and licks his mouth, licks the essence of her from the fair blonde stubble along his chin, giggles as he growls and claims her mouth as he claims the rest of her. Abby drifts in and out of understanding, she thinks she peaks again, arms wrapped around him as he buries his face into her neck, telling her his secrets, telling her he loves her, telling her how he’s going to fill her up, get her full, get a babe to catch this time. How he’ll never stop fucking her, even as her belly grows big, because the thought of it makes him want her even more.

She peaks a third time before he spills hot inside her, bodies fitted like they were made for each other, the sound of his name and the sound of hers swallowed in their kiss. Her husband is ridiculous, and self-important, he is selfish and not always attentive, but his love for her? His love, she never doubts, his care for her, she does not doubt. 

As Aegon’s weight rests on her, her legs wrapped around his hips, keeping her filled, keeping his seed inside so it’ll take, so it will finally take, Abby nuzzles into him and he chuckles softly against her neck.

“Good morning, husband,” she whispers against his damp cheek, sleepy and happy and warm and safe.

“Good morning, wife,” he returns, his voice shy, his cheeks flushed, and his lilac eyes bright and warm when she looks at him.

“You make me happy.” Her chest is warm, and his smile is so bright it might crack his face, like the way the sun cracked open and the dragons came.

Hopefully it’ll take this time. Hopefully their child will have a smile as bright as his. Her bright star.

[elissanatok]

-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

part 2

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You didn't know what you had expected when you imagined looking into his face again. a smile maybe? A hint of the boy he used to be? Well - you surely did not get whatever it was you had expected. 

He looked at you with a piercing but very bored look, before he let his eye drift again to your little brother. You nervously looked from your little brother to your older one. Jacerys tried to send you a reassuring look, or maybe it was just one that screamed “I told you so”. 

Before leaving Dragonstone he and your mother told you not to expect any kindness from the rest of your family. You were disappointed that they seemed to be right and that the little hope Daemon gave you when he talked about your friendship as children flew away with the wind. 

You had missed him dearly. Your Aemond. But maybe this was not him. His hair had grown longer, although not as long as yours, and laid pin straight against his back. The black eyepatch he wore made him look almost forbidden. It made him look dangerous. But your Aemond was not a dangerous boy. But then again - this was not him. 

Your Aemond used to read in books, spend his days learning, dreaming and talking about Dragons. Teaching you about them. This Aemond looked like he was ready - had dreamed and talked about feeding you to them. 

The Queen's eyes held a little bit more warmth when she met your gaze. Sometimes she thought you looked more like her daughter than Rhaenryas but then again, your eyes held the same fire as your mothers.

The reason for your visit was a sad one, sure, who would be the heir of driftmark was important, not for you, but for your boys. You would be married off, no matter what Daemon claimed, if an alliance with House Winterfell was needed, Cregan would be the first to take your hand. You liked him. He was a kind man. A strong one too, but your relationship held no meaning, no feelings, no friendship. 

Standing with your shoulders straight and your chin held high, you listened to Vaemond.”Don´t you dare tell me, who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”  You could see the rage forming in his eyes. “Allow it?”, your sick grandfather questioned. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

The first time you flinched, was when he raised his voice, pointing at Lucerys. “That- is no true Velaryon- and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Your mother tried calming the situation, after quickly looking at her only daughter. “Go to your chambers, you have said enough.” 

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson.”

“You may run your house as you see fit. but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom.” 

You really wished for someone to hold your hand. Stand in front of you, protect you from the eyes in the room that bore into your golden skin, but there was just your family and you in your flame red dress. 

“And a thousand trigulatons besides.”. “And Gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this -” 

You and your little brother were similar in some ways, in ways like anxious behavior. In ways like his hands trembling just as much as yours behind his back.  “Say it.”, whispered Daemon, making your knees feel weak for what was about to come. You were no fighter. No ruler. Just a woman. And a brutally soft one too. “Her children are Bastards!!”Vaemond yelled into the room, at the king, making you slightly flinch at the sudden loudness of his voice. 

“And she, and her daughter, are whores.”

Your eyes widened, while people let out gasps. Insulting your mother, married and with children was one thing, insulting you, a girl who had not even earned a kiss to her cheek yet, was something entirely else. You were not even promised yet. 

Unknown to you, Aemonds eye had locked onto your form the moment Vaemond stepped closer to you. His gasp was a short one, a quiet too, but he could not believe someone dared insulting you. Yes, you may have shared the features of your brothers, even though you were much more beautiful to him, but your eyes were the purest purple he had seen in his house. There was no way someone could doubt where you belonged. 

In his opinion, you would always belong right next to him. He wished he could have shielded you from harsh words and glances, but he could not forget who you stood next to, the boy who took his eye and the woman who wanted the throne. 

His fists clenched behind his back, he watched his father stand up, heavy breathing. “I- will have your tongue for that.”

You had heard Daemon lifting his sword, and you had seen it from the corner of your eye, but still you did not stop looking at anything but Haelenas dress. His blood flooded in front of your feet. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon shot you a look. Looking for tears on your face as usual, but no, you seemed to be somewhere else. 

Aemond looked at his uncle with appreciation. He wished he would be bold enough, could show his care for you openly enough to chop a head off, but he couldn't have done it yet, not in front of everyone else at least.

Part 3

[starogeorgina]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x Targaryen OC

Warnings: None

Chapter: 1.01

“Rhaenyra!” You continue to rapidly bang your fist against the door leading into your elder sister's bedroom. "Rhaenyra, open this door right now!”

You hated her.

“You’re a fucking coward to hide from me!” You didn’t care that your language was unfit for a young lady, a princess; Rhaenyra had cut you deeply, and you wanted to make sure she knew it. “Unlock this door at once!”

You hated her.

“I would have never done this to you,” you sob. “I loved you, Rhaenyra, my big sister. We’re supposed to look out for each other, not... I would never do this. Not to you, never.”

You only stop banging on the door when your fist is pulled back by Ser Criston. “You need to stop before you hurt yourself, princess.”

You knew he was right, but it didn’t stop the anger that was radiating through you. Not only has Rhaenyra humiliated you by sleeping with your husband, she has also given birth to his sons. Three of them. Something you were never even given the chance to do. Your brain comes to a heartbreaking realization, one that makes you want to scream as soon as you think about it. Rhaenyra doesn’t care about you and never did. You feel your knees start to weaken, and your stomach drops. The knight whispers, “I know you’re hurting, princess, but they aren’t worthy of your tears.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that he was right. “Thank you, Ser Criston.”

“The queen heard about what happened and would like for you to join her in her quarters. She wishes to offer you her comfort.”

You blink away the tears, your vision becoming more clear, and when it does, you see your husband standing down at the opposite end of the hallway. No doubt he was coming to see her. He was staring at you, looking worried. You feel your heart harden, not wanting to give him or her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt. You push back the sob, desperately wanting to escape your throat. “Ser Criston, do you mind escorting me to the queen's chambers?”

“Of course, princess.”

—

“How could she betray me in such a way?”

Alicent wraps her around your shoulder; she seems genuinely concerned about you. You had managed to maintain a smidgen of your dignity by holding your head high as you walked through the castle, ignoring all the side-eye glances and whispers going on around you. One of Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting brings in a tray of tea that’s supposed to help calm nerves.

“Prin-”

“Ivory,” you correct with a weak smile.

Lord Strong nods, “Ivory, I am ashamed to admit that rumors of my brother's betrayal had reached me long ago, but I assumed there was no truth to it. It wasn’t until I learned about the incident in the training yard this morning that I came to realize it was true.”

You had spent the last year defending Rhaenyra and Harwin, insisting that Jacaerys and Lucerys weren’t fathered by your husband before you were married. Because of your age, you had yet to lay with Harwin, and you thought if he was going to stray, it would be in the streets of silk, not with your own flesh and blood.

“She swore to me in our mothers names that they were Ser Lenors true-born sons. How could I have been so foolish?”

“You aren’t foolish, my sweet.” Alicent picks up a cup of tea and hands it to you, giving you a sympathetic look as she notices your hands trembling. “You have been deceived, and I can only imagine what Viserys will have to say when he finds out.”

You shake your head. It was widely known that Rhaenyra was your father's favorite, and learning what she was really like could be the thing that breaks him. “My love for my father is the only thing keeping me quiet. He is sick; finding out the truth about what Rhaenyra has done might be the thing that kills him, and we do not want him to suffer. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do.”

“I find that praying helps me find clarity and reassurance. I pray to the mother nightly; you can join me if you wish.”

“Perhaps I should pray to the warrior as well as the mother.” You chuckle lightly. “I could really use the gods' strength and courage."

—

After visiting the sept the night previously, the queen had arranged for you to stay in a separate bedchamber for the night since your quarter was beside Rhaenyra’s.

In the morning, Ser Criston escorted you back to your quarters; with him by your side, nobody dared approach you. The knight made pleasant small talk and even managed to make you laugh. When you reach your quarters, you thank him before walking into your bedchamber. You sit down at your vanity and begin to unbraid your hair, only stopping when you hear the door opening.

“Flora?” You call out, hoping to see your lady in waiting, who has become a close friend over the years. “Flora, is that you?”

When you turn around, you’re stunned to see Rhaenyra and Harwin. At first, you were afraid that the sight of them would upset you, but now, as you sit in front of them, all you feel is anger.

You say nothing; you turn your back on them and shift your attention to taking the remainder of your braids out. You push down the lump forming in your throat when Rhaenyra kneels down beside you with tears in her eyes. You pretend she isn’t even there and get up to go pick a dress to wear once you are bathed.

“Ivory! Ivory, please,” Rhaenyra begs. “It happened before you were betrothed! I never wanted you to find out like this. Sister, please! Just let me explain!”

You had fully intended to continue giving her the cold shoulder, but hearing the word sister caused you to snap. You can’t believe she had the nerve to call you that. You spin around fast, and your expression pulls into one of anger and hurt as you snap, “Don’t call me that again.”

Rhaenyra steps back as if you’d struck her.

Harwin says, “I am sincerely sorry for betraying your trust.”

You scoff, annoyed that he seems upset when it’s you that should be hurt by his dishonorable actions. “Until such a time that I am of age to perform my duty as princess and your wife, I don’t think we need to speak again.”

“Ivory…”

“You may leave, Ser Harwin.”

When the knight leaves, you turn to face your sister, whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, which angers you further. “Since the day Jace was born, I have loved him; the same is true of Luke. You’ve watched me play with them and sing to them. I’ve basically grown up with them, and not once did you ever think to tell me they were fathered by Harwin.”

“I tried to spare you the pain of knowing the truth.”

You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips. “You must really hate me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut as more tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve always looked up to you; I wanted to be just like you. My perfect big sister.” You shake your head, backing away from her slightly when she reaches for you. “Do not touch me.”

"When my father told me about his plans for you and Harwin to wed, I tried to stop the betrothal; I really did.”

“I believe you,” you say, wiping away more fallen tears. You hardly knew Harwin; he would occasionally accompany you on walks around the garden, and nothing more than a kiss on the back of the hand was shared between you, but he was still your husband. “Both Jacaerys and Lucerys were born before the betrothal; I would have easily looked past that and done everything I could to help protect them. But Joffrey, he’s only a few days old. Even after I married Harwin, you continued to have an affair with him.”

You see guilt pass over her features before she drops her gaze to the floor and says, “I’m sorry.”

“I still love my nephews; that will never change, but I can’t be around them right now. Not after knowing what I know, it will just be a constant reminder."

“Of my betrayal.” Rhaenyra takes a deep breath; red patches have appeared across her neck and chest. “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

When Rhaenyra leaves the room, you throw yourself onto your bed, pull your pillow to your face, and sob into it. This was too much pressure for a girl of one and five to bear.

When someone knocks at your door, you groan a little, assuming Harwin or Rhaenyra had come back. “Go away,” you mumble into your pillow. You lift your head to tell them to go away, but change your mind when you see who it is “Aegon, what are you doing here?”

He avoids looking you in the eye and shrugs. “My mother said you were upset.”

“So you came to check on me?”

You weren’t much older than Aegon; before you had even celebrated your first name day, your father had remarried, and Queen Alicent was pregnant. You were surprised to see Aegon, considering he didn’t spend much time with any of your siblings.

He rolls his eyes and says, “No.”

“Oh, then what are you doing here?”

“Wanted to know if you’d like to go dragon riding together.”

You smile and say, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Aegon on Sunfyre and you on Ghost were exactly what you needed to take your mind off everything else that was going on.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Like A True Flower (Aemond x Reader)

So this was a bit hard to write but I hope you guys like it. There’s a slight mention of Aegon but I think I’ll need to write a part two to get into it cause there was just too many things to write. Let me know if you will be interested in that

As the years passed and the Targaryen name went from a burning dragon fire to merely a small candle that was handed to Daenerys Targaryen, the whispers of the bastard curse never went silent.

“If my children do not sit on the throne then none of our lines shall prosper”

(Y/n) Targaryens legacy lived on from people tarnishing her, blaming her and others who admired her wits and hunger for recognition. The bastard of Daemon Targaryen that was dropped off in Kings Landing, at the time Daemon had begged his brother King Viserys to legitimize her, raise her as their own, only the Seven could have known that (y/n) would turn out to be the one to put the sword on Aemonds hand and send him off to battle that got them both killed.

(Y/n) was the lady wife of Aemond per Queen Alicents request? At first, Alicent scoffed at the babe who seemed to sense the hatred that grew around her crib, a bastard amongst royalty, it was such a scandal at the time that Viserys had even considered giving her away. The babe growing tireless and her lungs as strong as steel made her discomfort evident to everyone with well working set of ears.

“Your grace”

“Have you fed her?”

“Fed her changed her, bathe her, nothing seems to work”

Alicent had walked into her nursery for the first time since she arrived, something in her compelled her to come to the child’s aid, listening to her wailing took her back to the first year of Aegons life.

“Give her to me”

The wet nurse hesitated only for a split second before she complied with the queen's orders, gently passing that young babe to Alicent who cooed at the poor thing, she had almost turned purple from crying, “she misses her mother” Alicent considered silently, slowly she started rocking her whilst she walked towards the window, she was pregnant with her third child at the time, her belly growing big and someone’s else daughter in her arms.

“She looks beautiful I’ll give you that much little girl”

She joked to the babe as the light of the sun graced her cheeks, it always seemed to work for Aegon and as the seconds passed (y/n) 's cries lessened, and a satisfied smile grew on Alicent lips as the little lady finally found peace in her arms, slowly turning her frown to one of the most adorable yawns that tugged at Alicante heartstrings.

“All you wanted was some sunlight, like a true flower”

Alicent was in awe of the child ever since, such a true beauty, and as she grew her delightful personality took everyone by storm, to be around her was to fall for her, even as just a child little boys would bring her flowers that they plucked from some unfortunate garden, including Aegon and later Aemond.

The two brothers were close to the princess, they would compete for her attention any way they could, of course, Aegon had the advantage of having a dragon and Aemond had to stay on the ground as he watched them circle one another, he would gawk at them with envy, praying that one day Aegon will have to watch him ride his very own dragon with (y/n).

Aegon on the other side would despise (y/n) and Aemonds reading time, the young girl was gifted at the literate arts, it was almost like she would swallow any book and recite on the spot anything that she was asked about any book she had gotten her hands on, Aemond was not as intellect yet he caught fast than Aegon and was more inclined to ask intriguing questions.

You can imagine his outburst of rage when the queen announced that she was to marry his youngest brother.

“She had inherited the lustful urges of her ferocious father, at the very least we must say she was much more discreet about it”

The historians would report back when asked about it, Aegon had the lust and fire of the dragon, while Aemond was sweet, attentive to her needs and his touch was oh so soft. Besides the fact that (y/n) wanted to have a bite of sweet and spicy, she also relished the jealousy between them, fighting for a spot in her bed every night was an aphrodisiac like no other.

Even though she was married under the seven to Aemond, she would often sneak from her chambers at the hour of the wolf and warm Aegon bed or other times when the chambermaids would scurry away after listening to the loud moans of (y/n) and Aemond in any type of room that the castle had to offer.

“A little after the war of dragons began her lady in waiting- Chiara Baratheon- had reported seeing the princess sitting on the iron throne while Aegon pleased her”

Mushroom would add briefly and with a hint of disapproval. No matter what she had the blind trust of the king and the prince and the undeniable love of Queen Alicent, the gods seemed to be in her favor whilst everyone wondered how.

(Y/n) was blessed by the dark world that her entire bloodline owed everything, at nightfall when the castle grew tired (y/n) would burn her candles and open her book, coming in contact with her ancestors as she sacrificed animals or even offered her own drops of blood and whenever she could she would spill Aemonds or Aegons, if you asked her she would say that she did it out of love, to keep them safe and in power, if they climbed the throne it was only natural that she would follow.

-

“Are you sure about your choice in your gown?”

“Never been more certain of something in my life, don’t you find it flattering?”

“You would be the most comely lady in all of Westeros even with a sack”

“Then it is settled, I am sure Mother will love it as well”

(Y/n) responded light-heartedly as she snaked her arm around Aemonds, she smiled brightly up at him like she always did making his stomach turn in backflips….like she always did.

Admins was taken by his lady wife, he was forever a slave to her and he was the one who had thrown away the key of his cell, his eye would sparkle with admiration any time he would simply gaze at her, her touch brought him goosebumps and her love, oh her love, like a fire that slowly burned him from the inside, a sweet death that was worth a thousand cuts.

“Our deepest apologies, I lost track of time worrying about my bloody hair”

(Y/n) could not afford to seem raddled or scared in front of her father's hawk eye, she paraded in with Aemond linked on her arm and a bright smile of a carefree attitude.

“Mother”

She acknowledged Alicent as her mother years before she was wed to Aemond, bending down to give a kiss on the cheek to the queen that made Alicent smile brightly and turn slightly towards her.

“How are you my flower?”

“Better, the morning sickness seems to be wearing off”

“Morning sickness? Is the princess with child?”

“Indeed… forgive me you haven’t been at court for so long, should I address you as princess, sister, or good mother?”

“Princess will do”

Rhaenyra confirmed through her teeth as her hand went over Daemon which had turned into a fist. Rhaenyra was no fool yet she somewhat understood the reasoning behind the young girl’s actions, left behind and forgotten by her father, motherless by death and fatherless by choice, she had begged Daemon to demand to take her with them but Daemon felt that the bond was unable to be fixed in any way.

(Y/n) only nodded and Aemond pulled out the chair next to Queen Alicent as she always wished to sit right next to her, even Otto had learned not to question it, as the dinner went on and the exhausting speech of King Viserys who just so happened to remember that he has a family that has steadfastly trickled into the chaos that he never even attempted to fix (y/n) also had to endure the forcefully emotional toast of Rhaenyra, still the shock that came from Alicent calling her “a fine queen” was the part that compelled her to rise and take her goblet.

“I would also like to raise a toast to our king who was kind enough to take me in when I had no one and merely but a babe I will always be grateful for that and to my mother, Queen Alicent, who came to my aid and offered me the love and the kind touch of a parent that I was denied by destiny, my love and devotion for her goes beyond words, may they live on and be able to see the fruits of my marriage.”

Daemon was ready to combust from anger. “How fucking dare she?” He thought “I took her from the arms of her dead mother, I begged Viserys to give her a home and now this is how she chooses to repay me?”

As the music played and the wine flowed everyone’s shoulders seemed to relax and laughter would intertwine with the mixture of talks amongst the people that dined.

“Would you do me the honor?”

(Y/n) heard from the back of her, turning only to be met with Prince Jacaerys who was sticking his arm out of her, there was a time when (y/n) and Jacaerys had some type of connection, Jacaerys was kind to her and had even offered to teach her the art of the sword, (y/n) puffed out a breath after she took his hand, no matter how she felt about it she was aware that Alicent wanted this to pass as swiftly as possible with no type of conflict.

“You look breathtaking if that isn’t obvious”

“That is very kind of you to say, my prince”

“I remember there was a time when we did not use such formalities”

“That was a time when my intended had both eyes”

she threw back with a smile still on her lips, as they dance (y/n) might have appeared to be happy although it could not be further from the truth, as they danced around together with a turn that Jacaerys had guided she was able to see both Aegon and Aemond waiting for their moment to attack Jacaerys, the prince was too carefree as he walked in the edge of their swords and it came the time that (y/n) dipped with his one arm around her waist and his free one went up to caress her locks, that was when a sudden booming sound of Aemonds fist on the table was heard, (y/n) immediately stood up and watched Aemond raise his goblet.

“To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey each of them handsome, wise… strong”

“Aemond”

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys”

“I dare you to say that again”

“Why? T’was only a compliment, do you not think yourself strong boy?”

Jacaerys was once again the one to bring violence into the matter, what seemed to be not taken into consideration was that Aemond was now a man-grown, and quite easily with one hand, he pushed Jacaerys onto the floor. (Y/n) walked to Aemond and stood between them, her hands finding his forearms, before she could phrase anything the queen had also walked up to the prince of chaos.

“Why would you say such a thing in front of all these people?”

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family mother, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs”

That was enough to send Jacaerys off again and try to free himself from the guards. The prince only got to make a few steps before Daemon stood between, it seemed like Jacaerys respected the rogue prince which left (y/n) dumbfounded, “who could respect such a buffoon?” She questioned in her mind

As Daemon turned to look at Aemond (y/n) took it upon herself and stood in front of her husband, the same smirk that Daemon had was the one that (y/n) was presented as well, her mismatched eyes reminded him so much of his mothers, “it was a shame that they had to be wasted on her” he thought.

At least he had to appreciate her ever-growing courage, though he didn’t know if he had to congratulate her or fear her, the girl put herself ahead of the man that she was wed just to prove she was just as courageous as the man she grew to hate.

“Go to your chambers, all of you”

Rhaenyra commanded but it appeared that (y/n) and Daemon had gone on a standoff, eyeballing one another like animals waiting for a slight move so the other could attack, both of them spewed fire from the eyes.

Aemond admired her, he would not dare to touch her and quite frankly he did not want to, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his love standing her ground against such a vile man.

“Little flower, please”

Alicent pleaded as her shaky hands found (y/n) 's upper arm and gave it a slight squeeze, (y/n) inhaled sharply although she only took a step back when Daemon diverted his focus to his lady wife, (y/n) offered a smirk to Alicent and after she gave a kiss on her cheek to calm her down, she knew that Alicent was never fond of such tension.

“Get some rest Mother, a long morrow awaits us”

The only way towards their chambers was to pass by Daemon, so step by step (y/n) and Aemond stood by his side, (y/n) halted and faced Daemon right in the eye.

“Let us solve this another day, Father”

It would have been better if she had called him the vilest of names, that name was enough for Daemon to reach for his sword and Rhaenyra to beg him to stop by pushing him back.

(Y/n)s laughter was heard as she walked away with her husband following close, the second the doors of the dining hall closed Aemond had snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her for a deep kiss to which (y/n) responded with the same passion.

“I did not know such things excited you, my love”

“How could it not? Any man would implore for an ounce of your attention after such performance”

“You always demand my attention Aemond”

“Can you blame me?”

He cheekily responded. (Y/n) only smiled and kissed him again pulling him in, she did not have much time, though a small stop to collect her prize of a very excited husband would not hurt.

“Tonight I need you in my chamber”

“Where will you do it tonight my love?”

“The simplest of cuts… right here”

She said as she let her index finger grace over the middle of his chest, she had to offer something right before the king died to make sure the will stayed spinning towards her.

“Whatever you want, my love, as long as I get my treat after”

“I could never deny myself the pleasure of you”

“Let us go before Aegon catches up to us and steals you away from me

Requests are open!

[dulcewrites]

Unnerved

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (kind of lol), implied aegon targaryen x reader (wc: 3.1k)

Summary: Being at court is a game, and your favorite opponent is a certain long haired Prince.

A/N: I sort of adapted this from my fool me once series. I got an idea of the reader being slightly more ambitious. But then realized that would change the story so this kind of a new one lmao. Some elements are from like Aemond being married (this time to Floris Baratheon) and possibly cheating 👀. But anyway just wanted to explore Aemond and reader being haters but also having crazy sexual tension. *insert something smart about Aemond hating someone that is a mirror of him*

The heavy fabric of your dress seems to drag more than usual.

The extra care given to your appearance hopefully will not go unnoticed. The gown is your most expensive. A deep blue Lyseni cut dress with beaded bodice, and silk sleeves that slip open and ripple like water.

Walking the halls of the Red Keep is at night is not something you frequent. Working up the courage was always something that made you falter. But the result would make it worth it.

You bite back a smile when you see Ser Arryk not near his post. For a moment you consider knocking, worried that Aegon may be in the room with someone. The thought never bothered you till recently. A surge of confidence overtakes when you just open the door instead.

The fireplace in his is uncharacteristically blazing at this point. You stop in your tracks when you notice long legs extending from chair near the fire. Long silvery blonde hair catches your eye, and your heart sinks. Before you can turn around to make a beeline towards the door, an eye flick towards you.

“My Prince,” you bow your head softly. “You are back from the trip.”

You try to keep you voice bright, and unassuming but you are sure disappointment colors your tone. Aemond gives you sly smile.

“Come to look in on my brother, I assume,” condescension laced through his voice. He gestures to the book in your hand. There were days Aegon did enjoy hearing you read, but most of the time the conversation dissolved into other things. He would start at the seats in his room, you at his desk… till the you ended up on his bed. Faces close, and whispers soft.

“Yes, Prince Aegon always enjoys hearing about the histories.”

Aemond’s polite disposition drops, and he lets out a short laugh. “Right, I am sure he enjoys hearing about the histories from you.”

You feel yourself falter. An unnerved and unprepared feeling burst in your stomach.

But a lady is never those things. Not ever. Your mother’s voice rings in your head. A true lady never worries. The best of them can turn negatives into a positive.

You put on the sweetest smile you can and nod.

“This week we read about all about Maegor the Cruel.”

Something flashes behind his eye that you can’t quite put your finger on. He hums softly, giving you a once over. Inspecting your dress, your hair, your face. The hair jewelry holding back your hair starts to feel like it is digging into your scalp. Not feeling comfortable standing and letting him dissect you, your feet lead you to sitting in the chair opposite him.

“I do hope Prince Aegon is well.”

“What you mean to ask is where is he,” Aemond corrects. “He was not here when I arrived. He may be out on a late-night joyride with Sunfyre. Perhaps wandering the Street of Silk for another type of joy.”

You say nothing, laying the book flat on your lap. It should not shock you. Aegon is not getting that from you. You know Aemond does not believe that by the false innocuous way he mentions his brother’s indecisions. Every bit of attention Aegon puts elsewhere is a win for him. He decides to twist the knife more.

“I bet the discussions you two have are ravishing,” Aemond replies sarcastically, leaning back further in his chair. It only makes you more aware of your posture. More of mother’s words - Back straight, chest out, and head up my dear girl. “Aegon has always been known for his ability to hold a riveting conversation.”

“I think you underestimate your brother. He retains information quite well, and loves to debate,” your hands trace delicately over the large book.

Aemond’s eye doesn’t leave yours. The enjoyment wiped from his face. He just stares soberly.

“You know the sad part is that I genuinely think you believe that. You think you will be able to carry on like this. Pretending this all for companionship and light reading.”

Your eyes drift to the fire. A part of you wonders what it would be like to just stick your hand in it. Would there be excruciating pain or would the numbness that you force into you mind spread through your body? The old wives’ tales Aegon tells of Targaryens being fireproof pop into your head. Maybe that is where Aemond’s gall comes from; the inability to burn the way others would. You wish you could test the theory. What a sight it would be to see him engulfed in flames.

Aemond lip curls a bit. “But at least you can pretend with the best of them. First born sons deserve the best, even the best whores.”

The harsh words are strangely tinged with pity.

“Tis a shame, the way court changes a girl.”

Your eyes snap back to him. “I am not a girl, my Prince. The same way you are not a boy.”

The two of you are the same age. The superiority in his voice is not needed nor appreciated. You must bite your tongue not the bring up the stories of youth Aegon has told you about. His life has been court fodder many times over. It would be too easy to bring up the strife a young Aemond had to go through. Too unladylike to bring up the little boy you know is still tucked under the bravado.

He would revel in taking you out of yourself.

“You could get out of it, before it is too late,” he pushes the subject more. “Marry some lord and be swept away from here.”

The possibility sounds nice. Away from court, away from your family. Maybe a different version of you would agree with Aemond. Acknowledge that being at court, that striving for more has stolen something from you. A life of simple monotony away from the Red Keep sounds lovely. But you are not a different you. You were made and pushed into the world in your parent’s image. Simple is not enough, monotony is not enough.

“I appreciate the advice,” you smile calmly. “But I would miss everyone too much to do that just yet. I would miss Prince Aegon, along with Princess and the children. As well as you and sweet Floris.”

Aemond stands abruptly at the mention of his sister and wife. The light from the fire reflects on the side of his face. He looks like something out of a fairy tale. You are sure he wants to look intimidating but looks more ethereal if anything. He shares that trait with his siblings.

He goes to leave without another, but a sudden urge washes over you.

“Wait, my Prince,” you set the book in the chair and go to where he is near the door.

You wet your thumb slightly, watching his eye linger on your mouth.

“You have a little rogue there.”

Your thumb traces over the vein on his neck, and you feel him stiffen under your light touch. You flinch a little when his hand grabs your wrist firmly. For a moment, you don’t trust your instinct fearing your boldness has taken you to a point you cannot tip toe back from. You become acutely aware of blade resting snugly against his hip. He could slit your throat easily. But you have seen him training; he would go for a more gruesome approach if given the chance. Slow and painful.

Instead, he gently placed your hand at your side. His hand making a route from your wrist to the delicate tips of your fingertips. There is a coldness left when he lets go.

He leaves without another word.

“I will tell Prince Aegon you stopped by,” you lie as you call after him.

Aegon does eventually show up. Riding gloves on, and cheeks splotched, pink from the cold. He goes on and on about something Sunfyre did. You sit, pleasant and accommodating, the way men like him want. Hanging of every word as if you would die not hearing the next one spill from his lips.

Despite the dragon drivel, your mind does not drift often, liking the easiness that comes with speaking with an agreeable Aegon. But when it does, it only fixates on one thing.

First sons deserve the best… even the best whores

“She is not pregnant, Your Grace.”

The maester seemed nervous to tell the Queen. Aemond bites back a breath of relief when the words come out, eye fighting to go back to outside the window next to the wall where he leans. Floris’ face scutches into a frown.

Alicent chews on her cheek in clear aggravation, a tell Aemond can pick up from years of noticing his mother’s ticks. But like any good diplomat, she quickly replaces the disappointment with smile towards Floris.

“Well, it can take time,” she tries to give a good-natured shrug. “No reason to worry.”

Alicent had gotten good at giving her kids the same empty placating statements sprouted to her by her own father. Everything is going how it should. No need to worry. You will be fine.

They do not believe her the way she does not believe Otto. She can at least say she knows her children well enough to see they do not believe it. Alicent is sure her father still deludes himself into thinking his halfhearted attempts at warmness work.

Even the smartest man in the Seven Kingdoms can be mind-numbingly daft at times.

The maester and Alicent jump into words of encouragement and ideas to help a seemingly upset Floris. Aemond assumes he should join in, comfort his wife but his legs don’t catch up with what his brain tells him is best. Instead, he stares out of the tower window, a flash of deep red and black catching his eye.

He sees you walking through the castle with such sure steps, in perfect tow with his sister. A creep of bitterness works its way up Aemond’s throat. The way you have encroached into the inner fabric of his family leaves him feeling uncomfortable. As if you were always meant to be here. A harmless addition, but he knows better. There is nothing harmless about the way Aegon looks at you.

The only vindication he gets is his mother’s shared hesitance. But in the end, he knows Alicent is too tired to say anything unless true harm is being done. Even she can appreciate Aegon having a singular focus for once, even if it not his wife. And she is undoubtedly fond of your strait-laced yet kind nature. You knowing your place makes all the difference. But Aemond sees hints of boldness and rashness.

It feels odd watching a woman not of his family so garishly wear the color that matches the walls of the castle. But too terribly fascinating to look away from. The black dress with Ruby red trimming sits off the shoulders elegantly. Your hair pulled up showing off a swan like neck that he has only seen on his mother.

Poised, well-read, quick witted, and all wrapped up in a pretty package. You are the ideal vessel for a royal bastard; he knows you see it too, you are too bright not to. A perfectly placed temptation.

He knows his brother is foolish enough to try it.

Mindlessly, his hand goes to his throat. The touch is not the same as yours. His sword withered hands nothing like the dainty soft one that danced across his nights ago. He swallows thickly.

“Aemond, are you listening,” his mother voice breaks through his thoughts.

He nods. As he pushes himself from the wall, he swears he can feel eyes looking up at him.

— — —

Aemond starts to wonder if all his thoughts will be tinged with violence and paranoia.

Simple ideas can be quickly shifted into something morbid. He does not when it started. After he lost his eye? After watching Aegon and Helaena get married? After learning about get married himself. It is easy to have this to turn into dust and ashes in this family.

Though Floris is a welcomed difference. The right amount of different yet bland enough that his thoughts on her dissolve into nothing. Sweet, and palatable; things could be far worse he guesses. He could be stuck with far worse. She lets him do as he pleases. Finds ways to occupy herself that has nothing to do with him, a comfort.

When he hears laughter coming from their chambers, he assumes she must be with one of her ladies in waiting. He internally groans at the small talk he must make with them. Pretending to care about whatever court gossip they dither on about. But when he walks in he sees a table full of tea and treats.

“My love,” Floris hops up from her seat, a bright smile on her face. A warmer disposition than the one she had been sporting since the news of not being with child.

Before he can reply, the person in the seat turned away from he springs up with equal vigor.

“Prince Aemond,” you curtesy, polite smile on your face.

For today, the cold, silk targaryen-esque garb had replaced with a lace emerald green and gold gown. Coils falling in way that create a halo around you. He should add chameleon to the list of attributes. The transformation is remarkable. The typical icy demeanor being washed away with a young, sheepish, and girly smile.

Aemond bites back a sneer. His body feels like it vibrates whenever you are near. He has not figured out if it is anger or something entirely different.

“We were just having tea,” Floris looks at you then at the wine on the table, and you two share a knowing giggle. “Chatting away.”

He waits for the moment you finally excuse yourself, but it never comes. The two of you continue to whisper and giggle as if there is an inside joke no one else will be in on. He tries not to focus on it as he takes off his riding gloves, and cloak.

A guard comes into the room asking for Floris. He sends a prayer to the Gods that his wife will take you with him. But all she does is tell you that she will be back soon.

“Did you have a nice ride,” your voice rings through the room. Aemond lets out a deep sigh, turning from the clothing cabinet. He turns to find you lounging in the chair, goblet in hand.

He doesn’t answer, just stares at her leaning against the wardrobe.

“I have always thought about it,” your lips are stained red from the wine. “Taming a dragon, riding a dragon. Your wife is very lucky.”

Aemond blanches at the image that passes through his head. The vibrating feels like it is starting to radiate inside to outside. You down the rest of the wine.

“I am assuming she had ridden on Vhagar with you.”

She had…. once. Aemond had assumed it would romantic or a deep connection would be had. His at the time future wife meeting his first friend. She threw up afterwards, politely saying that she would never want to do that again.

Dragons are not for everyone.

“Maybe my brother will finally put you out of your misery, and let you ride his.”

Your lips curl into a cruel smile. “I would like that. I hear one good ride always clears the head. I am sure you have needed that lately.”

Aemond frowns not understanding what you mean.

“Floris was telling me about your problems. Do not fret Aemond, impotence is very natural while under pressure,” your eyes travel down his body, and you give him a fake pout in pity.

Aemond is sure he is about to lunge at you. His vision goes red for a second. “I am not impotent,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Nothing of what my wife and I do is any of your business.”

He shouldn’t feel the need to explain himself to you. Insolent girl with too much time on her hands, and too many ideas in her head. Aemond slightly curses his brother for being the reason you even come around. You hold your hands up innocently.

“Your wife invited me to tea, and she brought up the conversation. I am only now trying to extend my support.” 

Aemond always thinks the people around him are too trusting, too open. Helaena is painstakingly warm to whoever shows her an ounce of kindness. Aegon is easily swayed with pretty faces or a sense of camaraderie. His mother’s whole being shuts down at the sound of compliments. Floris is alone at court, in need a friend. You meet all of their needs in ways he cannot begin to. You know it as much as he does.

He should feel upset at his wife, but he doesn’t even have the passion to do that.

So, all he can do is focus on how you bring on a nagging tug in the pit of stomach. How he trusts absolutely nothing you do. How embarrassed he feels about you knowing any intimate details about him.

“But if I could give some advice,” you get up from your seat, walking towards him. “If your wife is not doing the trick, perhaps thinking about other things may help. Something that makes the blood pump a little faster.”

Aemond’s throat bobs. He glares, trying to think of cruel insult to dismiss the notion, but he finds his mouth dry and his tongue heavy.

The moment is interrupted by Floris coming in with a smile. “What did I miss?”

The transformation happens again, Aemond thinks. The low voice you had put on, and the hazy look in your eyes instantly go away. You turn to her with a chipper smile.

“I was just telling Prince Aemond about how I am looking forward to going to the orphanage with you, Princess Helaena, and the Queen on the morrow.”

You lock arms with her, and all Aemond can do is watch.

Wretched girl.

—— —

Later that night, when he feels Floris’s lips on his neck, and her hand working down his chest. He tries to think about how lucky he is. Floris is pretty, and kind. He has bolstered his family through the marriage. It should make him happy.

Despite himself, he finds himself thinking about other things. About berry red wine-stained lips, and a perceptive mind. A wet thumb tracing where his wife’s lips are. Heat pulls in the pit of his stomach at the thought of you wanting to ride a dragon. That night he cums harder than expected.

Maybe second sons deserve the best too.

[fan-goddess]

Early riser

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x wife!reader

Summary: Aegon loves waking you up with his mouth. So when you wake up before him for once you decide to do the same

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral with m receiving and mentions of f receiving, dirty talk and praise/degrading

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii

Links: My main masterlist

Ever since the day of your marriage with Aegon, it seems he had found within himself a special sort of pleasure that he received whenever he woke you up with his mouth. Early in the morn, sometimes even before the sun had even risen, you’d find your husband groaning so prettily into your cunt while your eyes were still dreary from sleep. It was especially arousing to both him and you, whenever your fingers would find themselves grasping tightly within his hair and tugging tightly every so often.

He always made sure you were pleasured just like how he said you always deserved to be. Sometimes even after an argument usually regarding his dreaded mother or children, you’d still awake to that sinful mouth licking and sucking as if he was born to do so. It just demonstrated to you just how marriage life with Aegon was never ever boring. Not while Aegon had a say in anything, or a tongue.

That morn though, you’d awoken to the morning sun shining brightly on your face. Not to the sensation of Aegon’s mouth on you. It was almost strange, in a curious way. As within your near full year of marriage to Aegon, you had gotten so used to the feel of his mouth waking you that you sort of missed it. It was certainly a more enjoyable awakening than some other ways.

When you turn in the bed to look at Aegon, wondering whether he’d already left for some food (unlikely) or was unconscious inside some Alehouse that he’d snuck out to in the middle of the night for (more likely), you were delighted to just see and more prominently hear Aegon asleep beside you.

When you’d first married Aegon, you’d find yourself nearly constantly be awoken late at night when the moon still was shining to the sound of his sometimes incoherent mumbling and muttering about who knows what. Though soon with the amount of days you slept beside each other in the bed you’d soon gotten used to the sound of it, now becoming practically immune to it.

Yet when you’ve turned to Aegon and hear his mumblings, you can feel your thighs become slowly damp on your empty cunt clench on nothing when Aegon mumbles in his sleep, “fuck dōna riña just like that…” while slightly shifting his hips. Since your husband had a preference for sleeping in the nude, you found yourself staring at spot in the sheets where the ever growing bulge from where Aegon laid. The covers barely covered him, which was most likely due to the work of some shifting and turning while the two of you slept.

You could not help yourself though from reaching over and grazing your hand on the bulge. The whine your husband let out as you barely even touched him made your legs rub together in a terribly inefficient way to get some friction. Though you definitely get some ideas flowing through your head when you see how he now laid fully hard and yet somehow still fully asleep under the sheets.

When you pull the bedsheets back, you almost get distracted by the glorious sight of Aegon all naked self in front of you. Even when you reach out to touch him now without the sheet between you, you cannot help but be in awe of him as he whines and groans and moves to bury his face slightly into the sheets.

You move closer to Aegon, attempting to not awake him by moving the bed too much. He’s not fully hard yet, so you decide to lightly trace the vein on the side of Aegons cock with your fingertips. It nearly makes you cum there and then when Aegon begins to whimper all too pathetically in his sleep.

When Aegon is fully hard though, your mouth slowly begins to water and your smallclothes that you almost regret wearing begin to feel much more damp and uncomfortable than when you started. The feeling though reminded you of what your goal for this morn. To show Aegon exactly what it’s like to be awoken by a hot mouth, like he’d always done to you.

You adjust yourself into a more comfortable position than the one you were in before, now leaning on your elbows to get some height as you slowly lower your head on Aegons cock and take it slowly in your mouth with only little difficulty. Even though you have been married for such a short time, you and Aegon most certainly did not waste anytime in exploring each others bodies and what made each others toes curl in tear jerking pleasure.

It makes you clench again on nothing when Aegon already begins to start grunting and moaning in pleasure. Although you can’t say it doesn’t amuse you when you can see that Aegon is still somehow barely holding onto sleep. Even when you drag your head back up with your tongue trailing alongside a faint vein on the side of Aegons cock, he still whines and mutters near pitifully. As if he’s in some kind of blissful dream.

Aegon only begins to properly rouse from his sleep though when you start to moan and gag slightly around his cock as you take him deeper into your warm mouth. Your eyes look up to him as he begins to mutter more, his arms begin to move and his eyes drowsily locking onto your own.

“W-what…” He begins to say as he begins to realise what exactly is going on before him.

“Shhh it’s okay dear husband,” you say as you release him from your mouth and temporarily lazily stroke him with your hand to ease him if his confusion. “I am just simply returning the favour you so graciously gift to me near every morn…”

You do not give Aegon much time to reply, or even to really comprehend the situation, as you once again take quick advantage of Aegons tired state and go back to your previous task. One of Aegons hands though finds strength by intertwining itself with your hair, whilst the other grips hard on the bedsheets. His knuckles turn white and his desperate moans and whines echo within the two of yours’ chambers.

“Oh fuck!” Aegon groans at loud when you begin to hollow out your cheeks. “F-fuck yes just like that my love yes!” You can feel your previous dominance slowly leaving as Aegon becomes more awake and aware. Soon, his hips are lifting themselves of the bed to get his cock deeper in your mouth, officially deciding the pace his cock enters your mouth. One particular thrust though makes you gag slightly while Aegon only gives a high pitch whine at the sensation you give him.

“Such a good fucking girl… taking your husbands cock like a good little wife… wanna be my good girl huh?” He groans, pulling your hair slightly. You moan around him, which only though seems to make the grip around your hair and the grip of the bed sheets all that much tighter.

You can feel a faint yet detectable throbbing sensation in your mouth, indicating Aegons peak was soon approaching. You can feel his cock block your airways, your breath only coming out in small pants when you find room in your mouth for you to breath. While most women would find this type of action worrying and encourage their husband to stop. You however just take him in all that bit deeper to achieve the ultimate reward. Your husbands cum flooding your mouth.

So you go faster, ignoring the aching feeling that begins to steadily build in your jaw. You even go to move your hand to stroke the part of Aegons cock your mouth was not able to reach. Though it seems Aegon had a different plan in mind, as he moved to sit himself up slightly and get a good look at you. Aegons eyes seemed to darken the more you stared into them. The way he was currently looking at you made you feel like a whore from the silk street that Aegon used to oh so oftenly frequent, and you fucking loved it.

His hand, which was no longer gripping the sheet with all his strength, moved to join with his other hand in gripping your head securely. When both hands were on position, Aegon went to town on moving your head to his preferred pace. You didn’t even bother to move, you only licked and sucked on what you could before Aegon changed pace to accommodate his orgasm. And by the way his thighs were shaking and the fact he was whining with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth possibly out even making it bleed with how hard he was biting it, it was soon heavily approaching.

You nearly gag and cough in surprise when Aegon all of a sudden pushes your head as far down his cock as he can as he cums suddenly. You keep your eyes shut, but you swear you can feel the slight silver hairs on the tip of your nose. You carefully release Aegons cock from your mouth as it begins to soften with a slight pop. The taste of Aegon is slightly salty, though you swallow it quickly while wiping your mouth as you move to lay your head on Aegons quickly rising and falling chest.

“Oh no no my sweet wife, you need to show me you were a good girl and didn’t let any of your husbands seed go to waste.” Aegons lopsided grin shines with mischief, and it reminds you of just what kind of life you married into. Even so, you know it’s partially your fault as you playfully role your eyes and stick out your tongue slightly with a blush painting your cheeks to show your empty mouth.

After a small hum of approval from Aegon, you move to lay your head on a the patch of skin between his neck and his shoulder. “How was it then?” You grin, your lips nearly touching the warm skin.

“How was what dear wife?” It was annoying how Aegon wished for you to say exactly what it is you did. You love him, you really deeply love him. But your husband can be an utter arrogant twat when he wants to be.

“Gods your a twat…” You smile, tracing a faint vein on Aegons chest. Though your hand gets out in a tight grip with aegons hand.

“I don’t think you should call your husband names sweet wife… especially when I’m about to do this…” Aegon takes on an almost boyish look before he slightly pushes you up on the pillows. The sheets are removed from your body and pushed aside as he moves downwards and positions himself between your aching legs. Your smallclothes are still on, and you can feel just how damp they still are from your previous actions.

Though Aegon does not immediately take action like you’d love him to do, and instead he merely instead trails his lips and stops between your stomach and where you truly want him to be. His warm hands run along the length of your thighs, his thumbs ever so close to your core you think maybe he’ll be merciful before he trails them away. Even when you whine for him to get on with it, he pinches the skin on your thighs between his thumb and his pointer finger with a teasing and evil grin etched on his face.

“You may have given me such a wonderful wake up my love, but I cannot condone such careless language to your ever so doting husband…” Aegons voice seems to get deeper with lust and craving as his head slowly goes just to where you want him, and takes his reward all too contently. Yet even when he begins to deliciously mouth and suck at your clit, you know your in for an experience with both heaven and hell.

[myladysapphire]

His sapphire princess (II)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 1,379

CW: mummy issues, incest, childish teasing, bullying

Fem!oc x Aemond Targaryen (can be read as x reader)

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                                 Visenya

"Mother told me something!" she exclaimed walking up to Aemond.

"What?" he asked, slightly irritated. They were in the dragon pits for one of their lessons. Aemond hated attending, but his father was always insistent on him attending, according to Aemond that was the only time his father ever took an interest in his life.

"Well, there's   a small council meeting today" she spoke

"And?" he interrupted,

She rolled her eyes, whacking his shoulder "let me finish...she wishes to reunite the family, by- " she hesitated, unsure of how Aemond may react.

"by?" he questioned, leaning into her and the dragon keeper spoke to Jacaerys about Vermax.

"she is going to offer you a dragon egg from Syrax's new clutch- my idea!" she rushed out "and, by proposing a marriage" the last part was whispered, nervous looking to the floor.

"Between whom?" he questioned, curiosity in his tone.

"Me and you" she whispered.

Aemond didn't reply, he is straightening, standing tall. Unsure of how to react, before forcing out "and how do you feel about it?" he said, slowly, moving to lightly brush his hands with hers.

"well-" she cleared her throat, moving up to look at him "that was also my idea." She said, eyes not looking into his.

"Really?" he said lowly, unsure "you? an-and me?"

"Yes, she wanted to betroth Jace and Heleana, but I suggested us instead. We are already the best of friends and i-" she stopped herself. She had had a crush on Aemonds for a few moons now, ever since his eleventh name day. She had always thought him handsome, but lately, she had begun seeing him as more than her friend. So when her mother proposed her brother and aunts' betrothal she interrupted, suggesting she and Aemond instead. They were closest in age, other than Daeron who was still in Oldtown, and already got on well. And she couldn't remember a time Helaena and Jace had ever interacted, outside of family dinners. Other than when Jace barraged into her room when Helena was there, and even then it was a simple greeting.

"You did?" he asked again.

"Are you mad?" she asked cautiously.

"I'm happy you did, I wouldn't want to marry anyone but you," he said, grabbing her hand properly before moving his attention back to the dragon lesson.

"Aemond, we have a surprise for you," Aegon remarked after the lesson was done. They were about to head back to the keep when Aegon ran up to them, shoving himself between the pair.

Luke had run off somewhere with Jace, leaving just Aegon, herself and Aemond.

Aegon pulled her away from Aemond, his arm wrapping around her waist, and his other around Aemonds shoulder.

"What is it?" Aemond questioned, as Aegon redirected them back into the dragon pit.

"Something very special," he said, looking at Aemond before winking at her.

"you're the only one of us without a dragon". Aegon stated, his arm beginning to rub her waist, pulling her tight to him. As if to prevent her from moving away, a common act he did with her, he was always wanting to steal her away from Aemond the second he was in her vicinity. 

"Indeed"

"And we felt bad about it, so we found one for you" Aegon spoke.

"What, how?" she and Aemond spoke at the same time. Her tone, accusing. Doubtful. How they had found a wild dragon in the dragon pits beyond her. Aemonds however was curious and hopeful. She knew how desperate he was. she thought he would have been content with the dragon pick she had spent hours picking out for him. But she supposed an unhatched egg was nothing in comparison to a real dragon. If there was one anyway.

"The gods Provided," Aegon said, winking at her, once again, as if she was in on the joke.

Luke and Jace ran in, holding a rope.

A rope, not with a dragon attached but a pig. A pig with wings attached to it.

Aemond's face dropped.

"Behold, the pink dread" the boys shouted laughing at Aemond's confusion and misery.

"Be sure to mount her carefully, the first flights are always rough" Aegon mused.

Aemond ran off, moving deeper into the pit for a real dragon. She went to follow him, but Aegon's tight grip on her waist prevented it.

"let me go!" she struggled out of Aegon's grip "why would you do that?" she questioned.

Aegon's face fell "it was just a joke!" he insisted.

"not for Aemond it isn't!" she shook her head and looked at the three boys "how would you like it if everyone around you had something that you didn't. something that was just out of your reach, and everyone taunted you for it!" she insisted, her eyes holding so much anger, that Luke and Jace flinched. Aegon moved to grab her hand, but he stepped back and scowled at the boys.

"he's your brother!" she looked at Aegon.

"Yeah well, he's a twat" he insisted.

"Gods Aegon!" she rolled her eyes, "have you forgotten that up until six years ago you too were without a dragon! you had to claim Sunfyre, your egg didn't hatch and yet no one taunted you for it!" she shouted.

She shook her head, at the boy's lack of remorse and Aegon's lack of response.

She turned to leave, quick on her feet. Aegon ran up to catch up with her. "wait!" he begged. "Senya, I'm sorry"

"Are you?" she turned and stopped walking, causing Aegon to come to a quick stop.

"Yes, I hadn't realised how to hurt it could make you feel," he said, slowly, waiting for her reaction.

"it isn't my feelings you hurt, it was Aemonds, your brother!" she went to leave again.

"I'm sorry ok, take it or leave it" his words meant one thing, but his eyes said another. His eyes were sad almost begging for her forgiveness.

"I'm disappointed in you all," she said before leaving, not turning to the boys' shouts for her to come back.

"Aemond" she spoke, she had been looking for him for hours. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, moving forward. he was covered in dirt and soot.

He didn't respond, his head was bowed. Hiding his face from her. "You did it again." She signed, moving closer to wrap her arms around him.

He buried his head in her shoulder, he had never been good with words, finding it hard to express his emotions. But with her he was willing to express them through actions, "you will have a dragon one day, I know it" she whispered, "I promise" it wasn't something she could promise, but she knew Aemond, and he would stop at nothing to get his dragon.

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A moon had passed since her brother, Joffrey's birth. And whispers were once again filling the corridors. It was no secret, only denial that fuelled them that she was the only one safe from them. Seen as legitimate, despite her pale complexion. But the fact was that all of her mother's children were bastards. Her brothers were more obvious, perhaps if they shared her Valyrian features they would escape the rumours, just as she does. And now with the birth of Joffrey, whose eyes and hair darken each day, the rumours flow freely. Prompted by the queen. Her mother was growing nervous, as he passed past more talks of returning to Dragonstone occupied the dinner table. And with the recent banishment of Ser Harwin strong from the court, they would be forced to say goodbye to the red keep.

Jace had discovered the truth, but Luke was still clueless, and she hoped to keep it that way. She saw the sadness in her eyes when he told her. She understood. But unlike, Jace she didn't have a mother to comfort her when she found out. Simply a mother that stated it as fact 'she's not yours Laenor, you should not care for her as if she is', she had overheard it and all her mother spoke upon her confrontation was 'I loved your father but I regret it every day'. With Jace he got a hug and comforting words, saying he was a Targaryen and that was all that mattered. Hers resulted in yelling and a wall placed between them. They loved each other. That was true. but her mother was always hesitant about it. Always quick to speak to her as if she were the man who abandoned her all those years ago. And for that, she would always envy her brothers. Their father was there to love them, their to hold them and as a result their mother never held regret for having them. But she did for her.

Her mother had loved both of her children's fathers, yet the resentment she held over her daughters, the underlying feeling of betrayal only carried over to her, despite her mothers longing for a daughter rather than sons.

And now things would be made worse, they would be leaving for Dragonstone. She would be forced to leave her Aemond. Their relationship would now only exist through letters. A betrothal had been discussed, but not confirmed. And she knew her mother had plans to ward her in Winterfell in the coming year.

She would miss the Red keep, not the vipers of court, but her family. Unlike her mother and brothers, she did not long to distance herself from them. She got along well enough with her uncles and aunt. Though Heleana was often in a mind of her own, and Daeron was warded in oldtown. She liked to think of them as her friends. and Alicent had always been kind to her, giving her some sense of maternal love, which she sometimes found lacking from her own mother.

They were at the docks, her mother still recovering from birth, and would travel by ship with Joffrey and Luke. As she, Jace and Laenor flew.

It would be a quick journey, but a journey she would hate in its entirety.

She did not know when she would return when she would see Aemond, Helaena, and even Aegon, again. And she would miss them all, and pray (even to the seven if she must) that she would see them again soon.

If only she knew the sorrow that followed their departure, and would allow them to meet once again.

Next part

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Love and The Lack of Ass (modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aegon expresses his feelings over your very apparent thirst for Miguel O’Hara in the most Aegon way possible: sulking. 

Warnings: Nothing of note, except for excessive thirsting over Miguel O’Hara 

Word Count: 1.6K 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: You guys deserve something fluffy after my last Aemond one shot 💗 also, I’m thinking of writing some HOTD one shots based off different Barbie movies. Would anyone be up for that? 

The sound of footsteps on tiles and laughter echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment block. “Okay, I gotta admit,” Aegon said, while teetering under the weight of two Hawaiian pizza boxes, a few boxes of chicken wings and fries, and some bottles of beer they bought from the convenience store, as you fumbled for the keys in your bag. “That it was a pretty kick ass movie. Although I still prefer the other Spiderman movies.” 

You gasp, kicking open the door to your apartment, “Aegon I don’t know what your middle name is Targaryen, you take that back right now.” 

“Middle name is Sexyman, gorgeous,” Aegon winked, although he shrieked and quickly ran inside the apartment the both of you shared when you began whacking him with your bag. “This is assault, and I’m calling my lawyer!” Aegon called across his shoulder as he sat down the bags that he was carrying on your dining table. 

“Well, I’m telling your lawyer you deserved it,” you declared, crossing your arms as you gave him a vicious glare. Sunfyre, Aegon’s large goldendoodle, sniffed eagerly at the delicious smell emanating from the pizza and chicken wings, but Aegon shooed him away. “How dare you say that Tom Holland’s Spiderman movies are better than the Spiderverse movies? I ought to break up with you.” 

“Hey, I have a man crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, alright? Can you not shame me for my sexual preferences?” Aegon huffed, but he backed away squealing when you tried to jab him in the ribs. Sunfyre barked excitedly and leaped at Aegon, seeming to think it was a new game. “Woman! Now you’ve turned my dog against me too?! What kind of world is this?” 

 “A very fair one,” you said smugly, reaching to scratch Sunfyre behind the ears. “You see, even your dog is telling you you have bad taste.” 

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t like this movie solely because of Miguel O’Hara,” Aegon protested, backing away to their bedroom for safety purposes. “Who are you to judge me for my man crush?” 

“That’s because Jake Gyllenhaal is an awful piece of trash who groomed Taylor Swift,” you huffed. “And can you blame me? Miguel O’Hara is so-” you mimed swooning from all the hotness as Aegon rolled his eyes. “Like goddamn, take one look at his strong, hulking build and tell me you don’t feel things!” you demanded. Aegon rolled his eyes again, with such strength it was a wonder they didn’t tumble to another dimension. “Sorry, love, I’m not into muscles.” 

“Well, I am,” you declared, hands on your hips. “And don’t even get me started on his asscheeks. Boy if I could-” 

“LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Aegon yelled, stuffing his fingers into his ears as he made a swift retreat to your bedroom. Sighing in relief as he shut the door to your bedroom, he quickly changed out of his leather jacket and white shirt into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flexed, smirking at his own reflection. Damn, I’m hot, he thought to himself, turning to get a glimpse of his side angle. But his smirk faded into a frown as he examined his reflection to look at his own…well, rather flat, behind. Remembering your earlier comments about liking men with muscles, he tried flexing his arms, but they seemed quite pathetic in comparison to Miguel O’Hara’s. 

He felt annoyance beginning to rise in him, ‘Damn it, I’m Aegon Targaryen, the hottest guy in King’s Landing University! Every single guy wishes they could be me! How am I getting insecure over some 2D character?’ But then he heard you squealing from the living room while being on a phonecall, no doubt with one of your friends, “I KNOW RIGHT! Miguel is LITERALLY my dream man. I mean, take one look at those muscles and that ass and my god did you see his fangs-” 

Unable to hear anymore, Aegon flung open the door to your bedroom, dramatically stomping to your living room, and curled up on the couch, pouting as he turned on the TV. You frowned a little as you moved around your kitchen, laying out your dinner while you reheated the pizza in the oven. Your best friend, Baela, was still babbling in your ear about the Spiderverse movie, specifically about some very explicit things she would like to do to Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Gwen, but you were no longer paying attention. 

“Baela, babe, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hung up, just as the oven emitted a ‘ping!’, signalling that the pizza was done. But that could wait. You made your way to your couch, catching sight of Aegon curling up on the couch, a cushion in his arms and a pout on his face as he browsed through the selections on your streaming channel. You nearly giggled at how adorable he was. Was he bothered by your earlier thirsty comments about Miguel? You knew how sensitive your boyfriend could be at times. Suddenly, a lightbulb shone in your head, and you grinned maliciously to yourself as a plan began to hatch in your brain. 

Aegon yelped when a figure leaped onto him, dropping the remote on the floor with a loud clatter. Sunfyre came up to the couch, barking excitedly, as Aegon tried kicking at his girlfriend, though in vain. “Woman! What are you doing?!” 

“Showering you with my love, of course,” you declared, as you planted loud kisses on Aegon’s face. Laughing and somewhat screaming, Aegon tried to wrestle back control so he was on top again, but you weren’t letting that happen, not on your watch. “Are you upset about my earlier comments about Miguel?” Aegon immediately stopped struggling, instead pushing his girlfriend away and scooching to the far end of the couch, resuming his despondent pouting. You wanted to let out an “awww” at how cute your boyfriend was acting, but you knew now was not the time. 

Aegon felt arms wrap around him and soft kisses on his neck, but he didn’t budge as he continued to turn his head away and pout. “Why don’t you go and find muscular Miguel instead? He would be better to cuddle with than me,” Aegon grumbled. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Aegon’s blatant display of jealousy. “Oh, my love, you know that it was all just talk right? You’re still the one I love most,” you teased, running a hand through his gorgeous white blonde hair. “It doesn’t really seem like it,” Aegon grouched. 

You were about to make a snarky comment, but you caught the faintest hint of hurt in his voice, and your expression softened. Aegon might seem childish, but after being his girlfriend for nearly two years, you were sensitive to his every mood change, and how insecure he could be despite his cocky, confident front. You knew Aegon had a rocky childhood and struggled with the concept of commitment and love, and his fears of you leaving him when you decided you had enough of him one day. Biting your bottom softly, you moved to embrace him, resting your head on his shoulder as you spoke sweetly, “Aegon…you know you’ll forever be the only one for me right? Even though I behave like a horny, thirsty teenager sometimes, I want you to know, I love you the way you are. And Miguel O’Hara’s muscles will never get in the way of that.” 

Aegon was quiet for a while, and you were worried that he was really hurt this time, but then he mumbled, “...even if I don’t have any asscheeks?” You laughed, tilting his head to face yours again, and your heart melted at the sight of his soulful purple eyes. “Yes, even if you don’t have any asscheeks. I’m not that fond of big butts anyway, yours is just nice.” 

Aegon brightened immediately, abruptly leaning in to kiss you. The both of you made out on your couch for a while, tangling your hands in each other’s hair and moaning quietly. You were interrupted however, by Sunfyre’s bark and him scrambling on the couch to get it on the “group cuddle”. 

“Damn, can’t a man not be cockblocked by his pooch for a moment?” Aegon grumbled as you both broke away from your kiss, grinning breathlessly at each other. Sunfyre stood on his hind paws to try and climb over you to Aegon’s lap, and you chuckled, “Apparently not. I think he’s telling us he’s hungry.” 

“Yes, for my attention,” Aegon said smugly as Sunfyre successfully managed to clamber over you and into Aegon’s lap. He scratched Sunfyre behind his ears and smiled, forgetting why he was even upset in the first place. “Looks like you’re not that unhappy anymore,” you noted with a smile. Aegon immediately tried to look pouty again, though since his heart was not in it anymore it just made him look impish instead of mournful. “Noooo that’s not true, I’m still in need of comfort. And a kiss,” he tried to move in for a kiss again, but you flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!” he cried out indignantly, but you soothed his complaints by leaning in to plant a quick peck on his cheek. “Let’s have dinner first, then you can have all the kisses you want in bed later.” Aegon grinned, and moved to shove Sunfyre off his lap, ignoring the large dog’s whine. “I’ll hold you to that, my love!” he called out as he bounded over to the kitchen to take the pizza out of the oven. 

You chuckled as you followed after him, Sunfyre begging at your feet for scraps. Screw Miguel and his muscles, who needs him when you have your own loveable little dork right here?

can someone tell me what level of thirst is considered unhealthy because i don’t think me and my friends know anymore. 

as always, let me know how you thought of this one shot in the comments and through reblogs! if you wish to be added to an aegon taglist, or any taglist for other HOTD characters, do comment down below! thank you for reading! 💗

[ilovemilfsthings]

──── ✰࿒࿎྇ ༃࿐ ‘meet the character’

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ೃ࿐ ANGEL TARGARYEN prologue of her life

« laughing on the outside, crying on the inside »

… … … angst ; shit parenting ; i love angel sm

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ANGEL was the youngest child of viserys & alicent. for almost all of pregnancy, viserys hoped that it would be another boy, all kings always wish for healthy sons that could eventually replace him after his death and become a good king. but unfortunately, alicent gave birth to a girl. it’s hard to have a good relationship with your father when he didn’t want you from the moment you were in your mother's womb, im right? anyway, the first years of angel’s childhood were okay, the alicent seemed to care about her, and viserys didn’t mind having her by his side almost all the time. but it all dramatically changed when she turned eight. then her father started to expect more and more from her, even the things that no eight-year-old could do, but he wanted all the best for angel, didn’t he?

then she started to grow up, and nothing changed, it only got worse. she cannot remember one day without fighting with them, mostly with her dad. it seems like he finds it entertaining to try angel’s limits, but she never shed a single tear in front of him, she didn’t want to give him satisfaction. the worst part of these days were moments when he acted like nothing happened; he didn’t care about her mental health. let’s be honest, in this world, it doesn’t matter. 

but it wasn’t only viserys who slowly ruined his daughter. maybe alicent wasn’t like her husband, and she never screamed at angel, but she also let him humiliate her youngest daughter in front of everyone. she never checked on her, and when she ran to her chamber, she didn’t do anything. she would just close her eyes and sigh with sadness, but she wouldn’t tell her husband anything. 

angel seems to hate her parents, but deep inside she was still a little girl who wanted her parents to love her, hug her and tell her that everything going to be okay. 

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✧. ┊so this is kind of sad ‘prologue’ of angel’s history. i wanted to start it like this. you guys can give me ideas with who you wanted me to pair angel with, because i have not idea for this (firstly i thought about aegon, but idk) I would write series and just random imagines with her, and you also can request some ideas to plot etc. i would definitely needed your help. but i hope that you will like this oc (personally i love her, but you can have different opinions) i think that’s it, bye!

[presidenthades]

New HOTD Mini-Fic: Aegon/fem!Jace

(Blame the new trailers for having so much A+ Aegon content)

(Also I am begging Zendaya to please film a historical fantasy where she dresses up in all the princess ballgowns, I have a great need for GIFs)

Lavender’s Blue, Lavender’s Green (when I am king, you shall be queen)

AO3

Rating: E

Summary: Aegon is two when he’s named the king’s heir and betrothed to Jacaera Velaryon as a consolation prize for Rhaenyra and the Velaryons. He surprises everyone, especially himself, when he decides to shed his libertine ways and try to be a good husband. If he has to choose somebody to whisper in his ear and tell him how to act like a competent crown prince, he would much prefer his pretty wife over his curmudgeonly grandfather.

(Can be read as a standalone.)

[elissanatok]

-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

wordcount:

might do more parts to this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You and Aemond always had a complicated relationship. Growing up together there had been nothing he thought he could ever love more than you. He had always been possessive in a gentle way.

He loved to hug your smaller body until you smelled like him. He wanted to sleep with you, in the most innocent way a boy could think of. He wanted to twirl your brown locks in his fingers and see your eyes when you woke up. He loved to teach you all the things you didn't know yet. You were his and he was yours. That was the end of the story- to him. 

You had always been a shy girl. Your lilac eyes often looking at the ground instead of the people. Being with people stressed you sometimes and letting them near you even more. But you knew Aemond, he was family after all. And he had never, one day in his life, treated you like anything but the future queen - that you weren't. 

It had been a warm day, your red dress had felt entirely too warm. The hand holding Daemons had been sweating, making you rub it on the fabric of your clothes repeatedly. Still you were grinning up at him, giggling when he playfully shoved you again and again. He had never bothered treating you like anything but his own. You were his little sun. 

But not only he and Aemond thought of you highly. Your brothers loved you like they thought no one else ever could. They were always protecting you, always touching you in a comforting way - and the white haired prince hated it. 

He hated it when you were a little girl, and you only belonged to him in his mind and in the soft jokes of the royal family, who could see how taken the boy was with you, and he hated it years later, when you had returned to him.

Never had he thought a single look at you could still have this effect on him. He remembered the night things changed, when he lost his eye, when you left, crying and clawing at his Uncle's back, because you did not want things to change. That night you woke up to yelling in the halls. The sound of many voices frightened you, but you still followed them, hearing the names of your brothers and uncles. Your brown haired head glanced around the corner, your violet eyes searching for anybody you could cling to. But your eyes had fallen on the now one eyed prince instead. You gasped, tears already pooled in your eyes. “Come here little dragon.”Daemon called softly, but your feet took you straight to Aemond. He remembered how he turned his head away from you, from the look on your face that showed him you didn't understand anything. The next thing he remembered was the Queen coming at you with a knife. You screamed, trying to hide behind Aemond and Aegon.

You could see the regret on Alicents face the moment she realized she was going to hurt you. “Aemond.”, you cried after Aegon softly, quietly explained what had happened. The older prince looked ashamed, tired. But the younger prince, your Aemond wouldn't even look at you. And he regretted it shortly after, because he would not be able to look at you for a long time.

[starogeorgina]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen × Targaryen OC

Warnings: Swearing, character death

1.02

You struggle to breathe normally from crying so much, so you clasp your hand over your mouth to try and help regain control. All the repressed emotions that had been building for years came bubbling out when you and your father got into a heated argument. He was upset that Rhaenyra had suddenly fled to Dragonstone and blamed it on you for giving your older sister the silent treatment, insisting you go fly to her immediately and apologize.

It caused deep pain in your chest, knowing he didn’t care about your side of things. He didn’t even care to ask.

“The decision has been made; you will go to Dragonstone and apologize,” your father says, waving you off dismissively before returning his attention to his sculpture of Old Valyria. “I think it might be good for you to go and stay on Dragonstone for some time.”

“Why? As a punishment?”

“No, my child, it’s so you and Rhaenyra can be there for each other.”

“I don’t want to leave the house; it’s my home.”

“It wouldn’t be forever.”

Red blotches appear across your neck and chest as your body shakes with rage. It felt as if you were being banished for a crime you didn’t commit, and something inside you snapped. “It’s not my fault; none of it is. Not Rhaenyra was leaving, and neither was my mother or brother dying.”

“What?” Your father still makes his movements but keeps his back to you. “Ivory, what did you just say?”

“You were so obsessed with having a son that you forced my mother to get pregnant again and again until she finally died giving birth, and you have spent every day since resenting me for it.”

“That’s simply not true.”

Your eyes gloss over. “You wanted a son, and Baelon died. Leaving you with me.”

“I suggest you go to your chambers and rest before you leave.”

“I’m not going to Dragonstone!” Your father finally turns back around to face you, and the expression on his face is one of disinterest, which angers you further. You had spent years craving his and Rhaenyra’s approval, and now you felt nothing but a fool, a silly girl who thought she needed to remain quiet to keep everyone else happy, but in the heat of the moment, you no longer felt that way. “You remarried Alicent so you could have an heir, and she’s given you three sons and a daughter. Another four children that you don’t even acknowledge!”

Your father shoots you a glare; it was obvious you had struck a nerve. “Ivory, hold your tongue! Remember, I am not only your father; I am also your king.”

“The only child you love is Rhaenyra, and we all know it.”

Before he can say anything else, you turn to leave his bedchamber and come face-to-face with Alicent, who looked speechless. You closed your eyes and waited for her to scold you, but she never does; instead, she holds your hand.

Seeing the worried look on his wife’s face, your father stands. “Alicent, what is wrong?”

“I’m afraid I have some dreadful news for your grace,” she says. “It’s regarding Ser Lyonel and Ser Harwin Strong.”

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You twiddle with the green and gold ribbons that go down the center of your pale gold dress. It was a beautiful gift from your stepmother, but you couldn’t wear it yet. You focus on the design of the fabric and how it reminds you of dragon scales; it was a good distraction from the last memory you have of your late husband plaguing your mind.

Smiling, you pull your riding gloves off with your teeth as you make your way out of the dragon pit, listening intently as Aegon talked about his lessons in sword fighting. Your conversation comes to an abrupt halt when Ser Harwin appears at the doorway.

He bows his head, but before he has a chance to say anything, Aegon sharply asks, “What do you want?”

“I simply wish to speak to my wife, my prince.”

Aegon turns to you to gauge what your intentions are. Once you nod your head, silently telling him it was okay, he looks between you and Harwin, shooting a death stare at the knight. He says, “Fine, but she can’t stay long. We are expected to have tea with my mother, the queen, shortly.”

Harwin nods his head. “Of course, my prince, I won’t take much of the princess' time.”

When Aegon is out of earshot, Harwin faces you, and the amusement on his face is clear. “I’m glad that your brother is so protective of you.”

“What do you wish to speak to me about?”

He straightens his posture and says, “I am leaving tonight with my father to return to Harrenhal, and I just wanted to say goodbye as it may be some time before I return.”

Feeling your eyes become glossy, you stare at the ground and ask, “Have you said goodbye to Rhaenyra?”

“No, I didn’t think that would be appropriate.”

Heaviness weighs down on your chest. You doubted he was being truthful; you fully expected him and Rhaenyra to say a tearful farewell, but your feelings of concern for the children were stronger than your anger towards them. You clear your throat. “I hope you speak to Jacaerys and Lucerys before you go; they deserve a proper goodbye.”

Harwin’s expression is hard to read as he leans forward, kisses your forehead, and whispers, “I truly am sorry.”

When you remain silent, Harwin bows his head slightly and goes to leave. A horrid feeling twists in your gut; you don’t quit explaining it, but you feel as if it’s a final goodbye. You step forward and ask, “When do you intend to return?”

He gives you a soft smile and says, “Whenever you ask me to, princess.”

You jump when approaching footsteps pull you from your thoughts. You spin around, hand clapped to your chest, the feeling of your heart beating fast pressing against your palm. “Ser Criston, I had no idea you were behind me.”

“Forgive me for startling you, princess,” the knight says. “The queen has asked that I accompany you to the docks.”

Knowing that it was time to leave, you reached for the shawl, lying across your bed, and draped it across your shoulders before leaving your chambers. Many a lord and lady offered you their condolences as you made your way outside as the news of Harwin and his father, the kings hand burning to death made its way around court. In the back of your mind, you wondered how Jace and Luke were coping. No matter how much you hated Rhaenyra for hurting you, you could never hate your nephews.

—

Noticing you rolling your eyes at his comments, Aegon scoffs, “I’m just saying, I hate the color black.”

Not only were you dressed appropriately to mourn Harwin, you were all wearing black as you made your way to Driftmark for the funeral of your uncle's late wife, Lady Laena Velaryon, who had died during childbirth.

“You hate most things.”

Aegon pouts, “I do not.”

You tap your finger along a thick rope that was attached to the side of the boat, trying to think of something smart to say back, but your mind draws blank. “What’s something you love, then?”

“I enjoy drinking and beautiful women.”

Smiling, you shake your head, turning to face the choppy waves. “You’re ridiculous.”

Aegon’s nose crinkles as irritation spreads across his features. He looks up at the sky, watching as your dragons fly side by side. “Sunfyre.”

You smile; the dragon keepers had already spoken about how strong the bond between Sunfyre and Aegon was, especially since the golden dragon never hatched in the crib and they had only bonded a few years prior. “There is no denying that, lēkia.”

You stand together in a comfortable silence, watching as the scenery around you changes, until your destination comes into view and your heart drops. The thought of seeing Rhaenyra again so soon after Harwin’s death made you feel sick.

Aegon stretches his arms out and yawns, but his attention changes to something behind you. He clears his throat and says, “Father.”

You turn to see your father standing on the other side of you with a smile on his face, which was surprising since this was the first time you had spoken following the argument in his bedchamber. “Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?”

Before you can answer, Ghost, the beautiful white dragon you're bonded with, swoops down low and lets out a loud screeching noise, startling everyone on the boat. “No, your grace, I haven’t.”

—

As the funeral ends and the wake for Lady Laena begins, Aegon rudely interrupts the conversation you’re having with the ladies from the house, Darklyn and Baratheon. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you behind him, further away from the crowd and behind some large rocks, so you're out of sight. “What are you doing?” You frown. “That was incredibly ill-mannered; the queen will be furious.”

“What does Father want you to think about?”

You toyed with loose threads on the sleeve of your dress; you felt too embarrassed to tell him the truth. “It doesn’t matter.”

Aegon scoffs, “Fine; perhaps I’ll go ask him myself.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because you are obviously fucking upset!” Aegon stumbles backwards into one of the rocks. He had been drinking since you got off the boat; it was actually astonishing that he wasn’t sliding his words by now. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“It’s humiliating, that’s why.” A sinking realization hits you suddenly, and tears glisten in your eyes. “Father no longer wants me around; he wants to ship me off to Dragonstone.”

“I will speak to my mother tonight; you cannot go and live with her; to even suggest it is an insult,” he says, shaking his head. “The king is neither blind nor stupid; he’s in denial and would rather believe my mother is a fool over Rhaenyra being a whore.”

“Aegon!”

“What she is! She slept with your husband and had his bastard children.”

“I know.” The black thread you’ve been pulling on finally snaps. “But—”

You freeze when you hear a snapping sound behind you. Aegon stares at you with his mouth slightly agape. Someone just heard everything he said.

Brother - Lēkia

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Are No Dragon (Aemond x Aegon x Reader)

This was challenging cause I had to correlating a lot of scenes in it but I hope I succeeded your expectations

“You are no dragon, you are the flame itself”

Daemon always liked to tease his eldest daughter (y/n), she was the result of Daemons and Laenas wedding night, “the siren princess” as the small folk sang for the princesses alluring nature, one stare to her dark lavender hues you would think you were engulfed by the ocean, slowly luring you in to drown you.

The princesses stubbornness knew no ends, she had inherited her fathers temper as well, the family would often reminisce to the distasteful reaction of (y/n) grabbing the queen by the hair when she pulled a dagger to threaten Rhaenyra after her mothers burial, (y/n) was not mad over the action she just found it disrespectful to turn such a grim event to a humiliation of their house.

“I will not stand for this, you are all acting like fools! Aemond lost an eye! I lost my fucking mother and I am exhausted! can we please just go to bed!”

She had yelled when she stood in between the queen and the princess, Daemon was the only one that approached his daughter while the others held their breath at the sight of the deranged girl who had the guts to do such an act.

“Come along my blood, you should rest”

-

“Well, I would say it is good to be back but I would be lying”

“Come on (y/n) we haven’t been back to kings landing for so long I am sure you will find something to keep yourself entertained”

Just like Gods had planned this particular moment, when Jace finished his sentence Aemond appeared from the main door of the red keep, it was bad enough to not have anyone welcome the future heir to the throne but to send the second son by himself was even worst.

(Y/n) did not mind though, watching Aemond walk down the stairs until he stood right ahead of the family had gained her attention, he was quite taller, broad shoulders and long silver locks, the eyepatch was her favourite part of him as part of the scar escaped from the accessory he had chosen to conceal it.

“My mother the queen apologises for not being able to welcome you back to the red keep, she has send me to escort you to your chambers”

“Tell your mother that sending her little pup-“

“Father please be polite I am sure prince Aemond has the best intentions, isn’t that right my prince?”

(Y/n) interrupted her father. Daemon knew his daughter like the back of his hand, she was the blood of his blood, she acted like him ever since he could remember and he took pride in that, his daughter was no lady, she was a true Targaryen warrior.

Aemond allowed his eyes to explore the princess, he had not seen her since he lost his eye, he had prayed to the seven that the inappropriate feelings that haunted him since he was a young kid had been buried, it only took one glance from her to make Aemonds heart beat like he had ran miles.

“Follow me please”

-

“Oh gods my apologies, I lost track of time while I was taking my bath”

(Y/n) hadn’t lost track of time, she just did not want to admit that she did not like any of her dresses so she alternate one of them, the result was good enough although the initial target was Aemond her goal swayed when she laid eyes at the oldest son, Aegon.

“Prince Aegon, how you’ve grown”

“I can say the same about you”

Aegon replied when his eyes scanned the princess and her choice of a gown, she had done it intentionally there was no doubt in his mind about that, on the contrary it pleased him to see his mothers disapproving eyes land on someone else for a chance.

“Glad you could join us my flame”

Daemon shared a smirk with his daughter to which she mirrored, father and daughter would often sense that words were unnecessary, their eyes said enough for them to understand.

The princess has come of age it was normal for a lady to start being interested in the opposite gender, Daemon would never force his daughter with wedlock unless she wished for it nor bring her shame in wanting to be desired because some pious septa said ladies should be unorgasmic shells of humans that there only purpose was to breed. Idiotic words spread by men who could never bed a woman so they decided to make them suffer by inventing demons and call it a sin when a woman feels pleasure.

As the supper went by rather smoothly (y/n) could not help but notice Aemond gawking at her, the honourable prince took pride in his ways, he was never interested in bedding women or chasing around whores, a man of discipline was now catching himself wondering what the princesses lips felt like as they were stained by the red wine she drank.

“A word before you leave?”

“Of course father”

One by one left the dinner table clearing the room for them to have some privacy, Daemon even waited for the servants to finish clearing the table until he spoke to his daughter.

“Aegon did not take his eyes off you”

“I could feel him burning holes against my skin”

“You noticed? I thought you were busy eye fucking the one eyed prince”

“Father I-“

“You do not have to lie to me, you are my blood I understand a girl your age raises questions, so who will answer those questions Aemond or Aegon?”

“I seem to have a little bit of trouble deciding”

“Greedy little thing, when I was younger my father put a few swords on the table and asked me to pick one, all of them beautiful and unique in their own way, I asked my father if I could practise with a different one everyday to help me make my decision”

“And what if… none of them were your final pick?”

“Good question, I hated all of them so I snuck into my fathers room and stole dark sister”

“Father are you suggesting-“

“I am not suggesting anything we are just discussing about… swords, you are young and full of life, don’t waste your stamina on one sword”

-

“Princess (y/n)?”

“Did I wake you my prince?”

“No I was just reading, is there something wrong”

“I could not find sleep, I was hoping if you could keep me company”

Aemond withheld his tongue, he simply moved to the side to signal permission of entering to the princess. A faint mischievous smile decorated her lips once she entered, the fire was doing wonders for the heat of the chamber, (y/n) was thankful for that since her choice of a nightgown was for the summer, if her visit went as she had planned she wouldn’t need it so it did not matter to her.

“Please have a seat”

“What were you reading?”

“A book of Aegon the conquerors”

“Isn’t that written in high Valyrian”

“I like to… practise”

Aemond lost composure fora quick second when he found the princess getting comfortable in his bed, he had dreamed of her in his bed, naked in between the sheets while he held her close, he could almost taste her as he wetted his lips with his tongue.

“I would love to listen to you read, why don’t you join me here with your book?”

Aemond hesitated at the request, she was toying with him for her entertainment, she was stepping in a territory that Aemond had been trying to escape almost all his life. A strange power overtook him and he found himself taking big steps to his bed and almost attack her lips with his, he made himself comfortable on top of her as the kiss deepened, (y/n) let out a small moan that to the princes ears it sounded like an Angel singing.

“Do you still want me to read to you?”

“I think I know another way to put your tongue in good use”

The urge Aemond possessed was immense, a tender lover that took care of the princess, worshipping every inch of her naked body decorating it with his kisses and gracing it with his soft touch.

(Y/n) rode him to the world of euphoria, Aemond was a mess of a man under her power, crumbling with every move and begging her to keep going, to Aemond a siren was nowhere near her, (y/n) reminded him of the dark tales of a succubus that fed off the energy of men during the act, a death so sweet was worth it to him, if his last memory was her face scrunch up from pleasure as the light of the fireplace licked her presence it would enough for him to die a happy man.

When she fell on top of him as the orgasm washed off her Aemond traced her back making goosebumps that caused her to shiver, all that could be heard was the panting of the couple that had worked on one another like it was their last day.

“Stay the night”

“You know I cannot do that, the servants will knock on the door before I can escape”

“Since when does the princess care about gossip”

“That i do not care about gossip does not imply I feed into it on a silver platter”

“Will you visit me again?”

“Mayhaps, rest well my prince”

-

“Prince Aegon”

“Missed me?”

“Not necessarily”

“I would say I am wounded however you probably feel like that because I have not given you something to miss”

“Yes you may come in, get comfortable”

She mumbled after prince Aegon had already taken the liberty to strut in her chamber like he owned it, well he kind of did since she was a “guest” in the castle that he lived permanently.

Aegon stopped when he reached (y/n)s vanity stand to pick up her perfume and spray some in the air to take a big whiff.

“That smell”

“If you are interested I can ask my lady in waiting to purchase a bottle for you”

“No I would rather get the scent off of you dear (y/n)”

“For a man with your reputation I never would have thought you were to shy to say things directly”

Aegon left the bottle back in its spot when he heard her steps closing in on him, his back still against her still that did not discourage (y/n) from placing her hands around the mans torso and rest her chin on his shoulder, he could recognise that look she had on her face, the big doe eyes with a hint of lust, it drove him insane to see her so… willing.

He broke free from her grip so he can face her as he leaned with his hands to support himself against the wooden stand.

“You haven’t gotten out of your room today”

“I wasn’t feeling well”

“It’s not honourable to lie”

“It’s not honourable to undress a lady with your hungry eyes”

Aegon chuckled at her quick tongue, if she was a whore she wouldn’t even wear that at the sight of a Targaryen prince, if she was a lady at court she wouldn’t have even allowed him in the room and if he even made it in she would stutter and blush with any word, (y/n) was a strong opponent that mirrored her partners actions, an interesting challenge.

“You are right, take off your nightgown”

With one slight slip from the strap on her right shoulder the dress was on the floor, neither of them moved a muscle, a stand off to see who will cave first as the princess stood naked per the princes request.

They moved in unison as they met in the middle and basically fell into each others arms for a kiss, Aemond was tender, Aegon was powerful, before she could realise it he had lifted her off the floor and forced her back to clash to the wall making her groan from the impact, Aegon did not care about hurting her at the moment and (y/n) did not care about linen when she teared apart the white blouse he was wearing to expose his chest, Aegon let his trousers go down on his ankles and soon enough (y/n) took in a sharp breath from the first pump.

Bites scattered along her shoulders from Aegons sexual nature was rough and animalistic, (y/n) responded with living bloody scratches on his back to hold on to him since she was basically in the air. (Y/n) felt like she was on the moon, Aegons dirty words that he whispered in her ear brought more moans, he went in a fast pace gripping on to her chin to force her to look at him as she came undone in his arms, her one hand was locked in Aegons silver locks to bring him closer so she can bite down on his lip as the prince followed her to reaching his high.

“I guess the rumours are true for your abilities my prince”

“I have to say the mystery that followed you made it even more interesting (y/n)”

“You must go”

“I am not done with you”

“I am, mayhaps we can circle back on this tomorrow”

-

What she did not let the two princes know was that (y/n) did not plan on staying for long, on the morrow (y/n) stood next to her dragon to fly back to dragon stone with her family close by.

“(Y/n)!”

The princess’s called for her in one voice, their reaction to hearing one another call out for her is to share a look for confusion with one another as they approached her. (Y/n) smiled at the scene of them running like little dogs behind her, so it was true that the power of the woman held no limit.

“Prince Aegon and prince Aemond, came to say goodbye”

“You are leaving? You never spoke of departing so soon”

“I do not want to overstay my welcome”

She kept her cool to reply to prince Aemond who was clearly dumbfounded at her leaving the red keep, ever since the night they slept together Aemond had grown obsessed, if he could he would have ripped his brain out to stop the thoughts of her on top of him flooding in at all hours of the day, prohibiting him from focusing on anything.

“You told me I would see you tonight”

“I said we might see each other prince Aegon I did not give you my word”

“Why would you see each other?”

“Why are you asking if she is leaving?”

“Let us not cause a scene now, it is better we depart with fond memories of one another”

“Fond memories? Is that what a whore calls it now when she fucks her way around the castle?”

(Y/n) laughed at Aemonds burst of emotion, his harsh words slipped past the princess only to feed her ego, seeing the princes in shambles over her ready to go at each others throats was a wonderful scenario no one would witness.

“One moment, father come over you want to listen to this”

“No don’t”

“Why not? My father would love to hear what you have to say and trust me even if your seven themselves graced the dragon pit they could not save your cocks”

(Y/n) stopped her sentence for a brief moment so she can place one of her hands on Aemonds cheek in endearment before she gave it a small smack like he was a child.

“Such a pity, I thoroughly enjoyed your cock”

“What seems to be the problem my blood?”

“The princes here would like to share a few thoughts they have about me, what was the word you used again dear Aemond?”

“Yes, what was the word you used to describe my daughter?”

Requests are open!

[crownedtargaryen]

the family jewels. aemond x oc

masterlist pairing: aemond targaryen x OC (a/n): i’m so tired please enjoy. this is my first time ever writing an OC story gwuuh rating: SFW all notes are appreciated. words: 3.7k tag list: @twizzy123 @clairacassidy @hopelesswritergall @fairysluna @blackdreamspeaks

Ever since I was a girl it was all the same, men in power over women. They stare at us in disgust when we speak our minds, our power pushed aside. Their rape, assaults, drunken violence, and bloodied swords were all honored. What of us? We sit and look pretty for those who force things we have no craving for upon us.

I find it quite amusing.

My father, Borros Baratheon, had chosen it was best fit to discuss the money owed to him by the crown in person. Though, I had no craving to go to the wretched city of Kings Landing. I was drug along by my mother, Eraesella Targaryen, who thought it’d be good for me to meet my distant family.

I’d heard enough of their acts, especially Aegon’s. His force upon the women he’d met, his betrothal to his dearest and innocent sister, and his unhealthy drunken habits. But for some godforsaken reason, they believe he’s fit to be a king. I mean, he fits the description of every so-called “great” ruler I’ve heard of, so maybe he is perfect for the role.

Just. Perfect. I think, staring at the white-haired romantic. He’s bent over, his lips on my knuckles. I merely stare, violet eyes piercing his lighter shade. He stares in awe for a moment, a grin spreading across his lips. Disgusting.

“Princess Anera, my sweetest cousin. It’s a pleasure to finally lay my eyes upon a woman such as yourself,” Aegon coos, my brows knitted together as I clench my jaw. His gaze lurks on something else, these putrid and typical compliments not out of the good of his heart.

“I wish I could say the same, Prince Aegon, but your presence and gesture seem to be just as memorable as a common beggar,” I remark, loud enough for those around us to hear. My mother gasps, taking my wrist in her hand. I hear a small laugh escape one of the boys, looking at a younger dragonling. He seems just a bit younger than me, his lips pursed to bite back a smile, I can’t help but smile at such a reaction. Though, I’m interrupted by my mother squeezing my wrist.

“Behave!” she hisses at me between clenched teeth, I nod slowly and look at Aegon who is still processing the jab. “I apologize for my daughter’s behavior. We raise our children much differently in Storms End!” she says apologetically. I look at my mother sympathetically. She was one of many wives to my father, and I was the only surviving child of hers, aware of the fact she holds disappointment in her heart toward me.

I mute the loose conversation between my families, looking around the glorious throne room. I’m mesmerized, gazing longingly at the throne. I would look amazing sitting upon such a grand seat. No husband, no accepted suitors, merely men groveling at my feet for forgiveness. As I take my plush lower lip between my teeth, lost in thought, I hear someone pipe up next to me.

“Princess,” his voice is stern and raised, which draws my attention back to reality. Quickly, I look at the boy in question. His hair is thinned slightly but reaches down his shoulders. It’s slicked back, letting me grasp his beautiful face, violet eyes staring into mine. Okay, pretty boy, what in the entire Seven Hells could you want? “I feel we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. I am Prince Aemond, first of his name. It’s lovely to meet you, My Lady.” I smile, the gesture light and meaningless. I expected a large and pushy romantic action, much like his brother, but he merely maintains eye contact with a small bow. Slowly, I bow in return, a confused look coming to his face. He says nothing, but seems caught off guard. I hadn't responded with a curtsy.

“Prince Aemond,” I say in a soft tone, his name dripping from my lips like a sweet honey. He seems to drink the words off my lips for a moment, before blinking a few times and looking over to the throne. Before he can speak, I pipe up. “Say, Prince, do you think you’d look fitting upon the throne?” My eyes glance to him, watching as he draws in a long breath.

“It’s my brother’s right to sit upon it before me. Though, I have to admit… I feel I’d make a fine ruler, if I was provided such an opportunity,” when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet. I grin, stepping next to him as I take my arm in his. He looks to me with discomfort as I raise a brow to him.

“You’d look fantastic as king, dearest cousin. You seem quite fit for the throne,” I whisper, looking to the throne. Maybe I shouldn’t continue to speak, but I couldn’t stop myself. Slowly, I lean into his ear and gently squeeze his arm. “However, I think I’d look better.”

Then, I step away. I can feel his gaze on my back, turning my head over my shoulder. “Prince Aemond, could you show me around the castle? It’s all so new!” I play mock innocent, the boy is flabbergasted for a moment before adjusting his faltering posture and glancing at his mother who smiles and urges him to go. I note the heavy sigh in response to her endorsement, letting him catch up as we lock arms again. Tension is now built between us.

We travel through the halls, holding the bare minimum of conversation. I can tell he’s still considering my comment, maybe trying to think of a comeback. How cute. There's nothing I love more than making a man bite his tongue.

“Say, Prince Aemond,” I start, his gaze darting to mine. “Has your dragon hatched yet? May I see it?” I seem a bit more eager than I’d like, his eyes widening then shame and embarrassment covering his face. Aemond must’ve noticed how my expression faltered slightly at his reaction because his cheeks are now pink with humiliation.

Oh.

“Pardon me, Princess,” he says slowly, turning to leave. Before he can exit with haste, I grab his wrist. His eyes widen with shock that melds into frustration as he goes to tear his hand away.

“I don’t have one either!” I blurt out, it comes out abruptly. Aemond scans my gaze with anger, looking for something I can’t place. “My egg. It didn’t hatch.” My voice is quiet, disappointment washing over me. “My father was ashamed I couldn’t get it to hatch. I tried day after day, spending all night staring at that beautiful white egg. Hoping, praying to the gods. They hadn’t answered me.” I feel his sympathetic and knowing gaze, letting in a shaky breath. Laughing weakly, I see a gentle smile on his face. "It must be their punishment for my behavior, huh," I say. He takes my hands in his, but I don’t allow him to speak just yet. “Please understand a dragon does not make you more. With or without dragons, we are still Targaryens. We are still proud and full of power. We are more god than human.” He takes in my words, sighs softly, and clenches my hands.

“I admire your courage for telling me such things, cousin,” Aemond says, causing my eyes to widen. I half expected him to laugh at my ramble, but he seems understanding. 

Too understanding.

I take my hands away from his, brushing them off at my sides. He stares with growing curiosity, my stomach churning slightly. “Tell me, why is your hair like that?” His question is sudden and comes off much more offensive than he means. I quickly move the wavy lock behind my shoulders in humiliation, shooting him a small glare. “Oh, my apologies. It’s unique, is all. Beautiful even.” He smiles weakly, my heart racing.

I had heard such a compliment countless times. Why, oh why, did it feel so different coming from him? As if he meant every word he said with the most love humanly possible. I had to admit, it was unique. Its base was a dark Baratheon black, wavy at the ends like a Targaryen; the inside of my hair was the unique part. It’s white, the pure shade of a true Targaryen. Under my black hair, the color trailed only when a hand moved it; the only visible part was the bangs, which were pure white, almost artificially colored. I was unsure why it was such a way, but I’ve heard many different remarks regarding it.

“Well, I believe it’s a curse from the gods. I pained my mother so much she had almost passed,” I laughed weakly, trying to bring some sort of light to the words. “They wished me to be a monstrosity when it came to my hair, to draw from my face I presume.” I’d been told I was the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms by a few, but I’d been called hideous by others. I was unsure what to truly believe when I’d first heard such harsh statements, but then realizing taking word from the putrid drunkards who lust over innocent women may not be the best idea. I firmly believe I am beautiful, and when given the opportunity I could seduce any man no matter their beliefs. I may be wrong, but I may not be. I still have yet to try such things.

I watch Aemond inspect me before nodding, taking his arm in mine, and leading me off. “Well, we will bask in being different our entire lives. Though, we must embrace such things. As you said, these faults do not make us less of a Targaryen. If anything, they add beauty to our blood.” He compliments me, and his quote of my words makes me chuckle. We stop in front of a wooden door, the story of Aegon and The Black Dread carved into the wood. I admire the art, tracing my fingertips over it slowly with growing adoration. It was beautiful.

“Your chambers, Princess,” Aemond says, bringing me from my thoughts. I look over at him and nod, opening the door.

“Thank you, I appreciate the kindness. It will not be forgotten, Prince. I shall see you when morrow falls upon us,” I murmur, giving him a curtsy. He stares at me for a moment, seeming to consider something, before clearing his throat and bowing.

“Rest easy,” His voice is faint as he begins to walk away. I slowly close my door, sighing heavily and falling onto the luxurious bedding provided. It was soft and silky, the feeling making me wish to fall asleep immediately. I know I can’t though.

Slowly, I stand from my comfortable state and strip myself from my clothing, slipping on my thin sleeping garb and sitting in front of the mirror provided, taking my brush from my bag and running it through my hair. As I look at myself, I can’t help but feel insecure at such a sight. My button nose holds a soft rosy tint, freckles lining my nose that highlight my cheeks, and doe-like violet eyes gazing back at me. I look stupid with my lips having a natural parting, showing my teeth only slightly. I turn around, refusing to look at myself as I hurriedly finish brushing through my locks. Then, I go back to my bed and lie down, not bothering to put my covers over myself, and nuzzling into the pillow with a gentle sigh, slumber falling upon me before I can stop it.

Morning arises, and my sleep is dreamless. Slowly, I wake to the sight of a curious servant girl. My eyes blow wide, standing up swiftly and shoving her away, the girl yelping in surprise as a glass of wine drops to the floor, spilling along the stone.

“Your Grace, I apologize! Please, let me! Gods forgive, gods forgive me.” The poor girl cries out, grabbing a nearby cloth and soaking up the drink on the floor. I move over, placing my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to soothe her anxieties.

“No, no. It’s alright. You gave me quite the fright,” I soothe, the girl looking at me. Her eyes are a soft brown, hair is put up in a beautiful braided bun. She has thin lips, a nose of a northerner, and butterfly earlobes. I can’t help but admire her beauty, cupping her cheek. “What’s your name, sweetling?”

I watch her chest expand as she breathes in a long inhale, scanning my eyes fearfully before speaking up. “Emilee, MyLady. Just Emilee,” she whispers, cheeks growing a shade of pink.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Now, why don’t you share breakfast with me? What do you say, Emilee?” I whisper back, helping her soak up the wine on the floor. She grows shy, nodding and then grabbing the plate she had set down, walking to the table in the middle of my room, and sitting down. Her eyes watch me as I sit and portion the meal between us. I don’t say anything, worried I may terrify the poor girl. I merely eat my food and thank her, and she eagerly thanks me in return.

“Where are the boys today, dear?” I ask, watching as she looks at me in surprise that I speak to her so gently.

“The training grounds, Your Grace!” she says as if I gave her an order, I can’t help but laugh and sip the small bit of wine that is left. She finishes her food at the same time as me, seeming to have paced herself so she could collect our food at the same time. She grabs my plate and puts it on her tray, giving me a curtsy.

“You may go,” I grant, watching as she rushes out. What an adorable servant.

I had dressed in a medium-length grey dress that hugged my form well, wearing flat shoes to make my movements less staggered. I exited the castle, looking down at the boys in their training outfits. It was funny, watching the two brunettes stumble over their feet while Aegon and Aemond seemed so firm. Everyone learned at different paces, something not many seemed to understand… My eyes fell on Ser Criston Cole, the knight impatient with the two brunette boys. It frustrated me, he was quite bothersome. I make my way down to the dirt, then knights in training growing distracted that a woman was walking on their training field. I look at the spears, smiling slightly in thought.

“Prince Aemond!” I call, the boy looking at me in surprise. I see the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he strides over to me, bowing.

“Princess Anera, I hadn’t expected you to be here,” Aemond comments, making me raise my brows with a frown.

“Is that so, Prince?" My tone is bitter at such a statement. “How is training going? Learn anything valuable?”

He seems to hesitate at my question, unsure if he should answer this truthfully. “We’re repeating training, trying to catch my nephews up,” he whispers, eliciting a nod from me as I look at the clumsy boys. Then, I look back to Aemond.

“May I have a try?” I cross my arms, watching his face convert to a look of surprise. He tilts his head in surprise at my request to join him, but he is not one to deny a woman what they ask of him. 

"I am always happy to demonstrate my prowess," he replies, "But I should warn you that you may be unable to keep up. Is it still your wish to try?" He seems amused, but there is no obvious mockery in his tone.

I merely giggle in response, taking a training spear from a nearby barrel and looking at him, emerald earrings flashing in the light. “Do not underestimate me, Prince Aemond. All because I hold beauty and the body of a woman.”

I then turn around on my heels with grace, pointing the spear to him with a sly smile. “Shall we?” He stands up fully now, a smile crossing his face. 

"Very well, but do not complain if you get hurt. I am no easy foe." Aemond's eyes glint in the sunlight, the color of amethysts. He takes his training sword from its scabbard on his left hip and swings it around, testing its weight; then, points it at her in preparation, taking a wide stance and beginning to circle her. "After you, lady."

My form is nearly perfect and firm, light on my feet which is something Aemond is not. So, I use it to my advantage. In my time at home, I’ve practiced the art of dance battles. I move beautifully, with haste and grace, but with power.

Aemond moves forward, going for a swing as I then duck to the floor after moving closer, letting him swing above my head and then turning in a circle on one foot, calf hitting the back of his knees and knocking him down onto his back with little to no effort. I stand when my circle is complete, stabilizing my body then spin my spear between my fingers, stopping to point the edge to his neck with a grin. “Do you wish for your life, cousin?” I coo, lips parted slightly in a taunting fashion. I watch as he pants and looks at me with flushed humiliation and shock, glancing at his brother who seems overly amused.

“I yield,” he croaks out, relaxing once I’ve moved my spear away. However, I take his hand and pull him up with ease. Aemond avoids eye contact, ashamed of losing to a woman. It’s prominent on his face that he’s awfully shy now, but speaks up much to my surprise. ”You’ve bested me, My Lady… I’m impressed."

I love the sound of a man wallowing in self-pity over losing to a woman. But, I know I must remain kind, for he has done nothing to deserve such hatred.

“Oh dear cousin, I have not bested you,” I whisper, helping him stable his footing and dust dirt off his clothing. “You are a talented fighter, just unaware of my style. You came in expecting something easy, which was your downfall. There's nothing wrong with that.” I look into his eyes, my gaze softening. I don’t pity him, but I also don’t mock him in any way. I could’ve easily made a joke of him, but I didn’t. 

Strangely, I refused to.

Aemond seems surprised by my response before the sound of slow clapping fills our ears. I turn, spotting Aegon with a sly grin on his face. It made me feel sick.

“Amazing show, well done!” Aegon laughed. Aemond’s shame was much more prominent now. “You’ve been taken down by a lady. A LADY. Gods this is humiliating for us all!” I clench my teeth, holding my tongue. Aegon spins his sword in a circle between his fingertips then goes to hit his brother with the side. I step in front of the blow, causing him to drop the blade clumsily and stare at me in frustration. I step forward, getting right in his face.

“This lady will best you as well if it comes to it,” I snapped, his eyes going from surprise to a fit of lustful anger. I grimace, growling softly under my breath.

“Is that so?” Aegon murmurs, looking down at my figure and then into my eyes once more. I fight every urge to spit in his face. “Go on then, darling.”

I take the opportunity, lunging for him but being pulled back by Aemond swiftly squirming and kicking. “COME AT ME YOU LAZED CUNT!” I scream, spitting at him and then tugging away from Aemond, glaring daggers at the older. “Go bury yourself in your wine, you pathetic prince.” I then grab Aemond’s hand, dragging him off and into the kingdom without another word.

Anger fumes from me, my frustrations growing as I yell in anger, Aemond staring at me in shock. “That selfish rat!” I then bury my face in my hands, sitting down against the wall on the cold stone floor. I stay like that for a good while, but then I hear Aemond sitting down next to me, a sigh escaping him.

“It’s alright, truly,” He murmurs, making my anger calm only slightly. Mother will scold him, though it never makes him stop.” He looks over to me, hugging his knees to his chest. I nod a bit, looking down at the floor.

“Let us change the topic, yes? The dwelling gets us nowhere," I murmur, staring up at the wall in front of me. “If you were to have any dragon, claimed or not, who would you have?” I look at him, his face deep in thought. 

“Perhaps Caraxes,” he says, frowning slightly. “Mayhaps Vhagar if we’re stretching to more unrealistic desires.” He laughed weakly, looking at me. “What of you? Who would you have as your companion?”

I don’t even need to think, I answered immediately. “Silverwing.” He furrows his brows at the swiftness of my response but then inspects me and a small smile comes to his lips.

“A beautiful dragon for a beautiful lady,” he comments, making me roll my eyes. “Surely she’d love you. You’re both very unique.”

“Perhaps Vhagar will enjoy you as well then,” I responded, glancing at him. I saw him glance at me as well, then we both laughed.

How unrealistic.

I go to ask more about his interest, but then I spot my father storming out of a council room nearby. He spots me as my mother rushes to him and begs him to calm down. I stand up quickly, while Aemond remains seated due to his hesitancy to become involved. He grabs me, picking me up as he continues walking.

“We’re leaving NOW,” Father demands, Aemond now rushing to his feet and looking at me. I look back at him in confusion, squirming and reaching for him. All he does is stare and glance at the council door, mouthing a phrase that will stick with me for years to come.

“I’m sorry.”

[fan-goddess]

Two accidents and a coincidence

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon always saw you as the same. Though certain events seem to change that view on its head…

Warnings: pervert!aegon, masturbating, kind of dom and sub talk with both Aegon and the reader, talk of sex, a hint of a corruption kink, exhibitionism if you squint? unconsensual mutual masterbation and just +18 content

Other links: My masterlist with Aegon content. Requests are appreciated!

1. The underwear

The first time Aegon cummed to the thought of you was after you accidentally flashed him. You still don’t know you did it. It was a perfectly innocent thing.

Aegon remembers perfectly though. He was coming in late to a lecture. 40 minutes late but whose really counting? He gave a lame excuse to the teacher and when he looked up to you he noticed you were wearing a skirt, and it just so happened when he was walking to you your legs were uncrossed, he could see your underwear perfectly. No tights, no shorts for an extra layer on, just a skirt and underwear. The underwear itself was branded into Aegons mind. It was a light blue, the kind you’d call baby blue or something weird like that. Still, it didn’t have any kind of printing on it but he saw a little lace round the edges.

It was what all he thought about when he next decided to make himself cum.

“Such a good slut for me! F-fuck yes little one, you ready to take all my cum like the good girl you are? Of course you are little baby!” He moaned as he felt himself nearing his end. All it took was the image of you bent over for him on his bed, still wearing those baby blue underwear and moaning loudly for him and only him. It took him three more tugs of his hand before his hot cum shot itself onto his stomach and hand.

He never felt guilty about the possible horror you could feel if you ever found that he was pervering on you. If anything it kind of encouraged him further. The idea of you, the innocent good girl whose never had a drink before being horrified by sight him jerking off to you, is something that got his dick more harder and much more quicker than at least half of the girls on the campus.

Maybe you’d even be turned on by it? He did sometimes ponder it, would your blue underwear be soaked at the idea of him pounding into your soaking pussy? Or would you be horrified and vow to never speak to him ever again? It was a risk he was willing to take, he thought as he found his dick growing hard once more.

2. The bra strap

The second time Aegon came involved another thing he found out about you by pure accident. Aegon nearly began praying to the seven when this one happened, he was hanging out with Erykk (or Arryk he could still never tell no matter how long he spent with them) in a random coffee house, but then you burst in wearing your bright orange coat Aegon can never help but mock just for the pure fashion horror of it. He did it this time, only smirking in the return when you roll of your eyes at the common now practically meaningless insult.

His eyes though were soon the ones widening, as when you took off your coat, your shirt came down on your shoulder, revealing a black bra strap. This mere coincidence nearly made him praise the seven then and there. Not only could you dress like a pretty submissive princess, a nickname he frequently gave you for your almost prudish nature he so secretly adores about you, but you could also dress like a real life whore. It instantly sent the blood straight to his cock, much to his dismay. It again didn’t matter that this was a once in a lifetime thing, many girls had accidentally revealed a bra strap before in their time no doubt. Yet this was you, the girl Aegon couldn’t take out of his mind for no longer than 10 minutes, and the one who made him cum like three times last night with the thought of your underwear alone.

Though while he had to awkwardly get out of the coffee shop hiding his erection which soon began to turn painful, he cherished the view nearly as much as the blue underwear one. He soon got home though , and even though he knows he could’ve picked up a random girl from campus to quickly fuck, there was no way they could’ve made him cum as hard he did did to the thought of you and the thought of your black bra.

Aegon groaned as the thoughts from earlier played in his mind on a permanent loop. Yes it was nice to think of you as his precious princess, being his good little girl. But there was the image of you in a black bra, just taking your pleasure from him and only him that stole his breath away in a unique way.

“F-fuck yes my lady just like that!”

It was strange to think of a woman dominating him, but definitely not an unwelcomed thought process. It was definitely working though, as the mere thought of you with your hand around his throat as you took your pleasure and bouncing on his cock made him cum faster than ever. It didn’t take him long to release all over him self, the clean up process taking longer considering how much he came. Though when he was down he realised just how bad he wanted to have you. How much he wanted to actually be with you. How much he wanted to see you cum on his cock and chant only his name. It was terrifying…

3. The voice

The final time Aegon found himself needing to masterbating and cumming to the thought of you was when he was staying over round your house for the night. One thing that made you one of the good friends was that you never hesitated to allow him to come into your apartment when he needed somewhere to sober up.

It was one of the things he really liked about you. You never tried to give him the whole, ‘you’re gonna become an alcoholic’ speech and telling him to quit it all together, instead you helped him to just instead cut back instead of cutting off altogether. It was like you were a simple breath of fresh air in a greenhouse where the door hadn’t been opened in hours.

Still, Aegon was lying on your couch sporting a massive hangover. He’d only been asleep like an hour or two, finding himself waking up with a weird craving for milk so he walked to the kitchen to get him a drink. The thing is though, is that your room is between the living room and the kitchen. So when he walked past your room and hears noises from inside, his sudden craving for milk goes away in an instant.

“F-f-fuck Aegon!” The words make him stop in his tracks. “Oh fuck yes please sir please!” Aegons hands almost instinctively go to his rapidly hardening cock and begin to palm his erection. His heart only beats faster when he sees a crack in the door and peaks in and sees you, with your pyjama shirt unbuttoned and one of your hands palming your own perky tits, and your other hand inside the layer of your pyjama shorts.

Aegon again nearly finds himself praying for the seven in that moment. The last couple of weeks have been filled with views aegon never would’ve seen nor appreciated if it hadn’t have been for those two small accidental moments, yet here he is palming himself off to the view of you making yourself cum to the thought of him fucking you. It was a dream come true.

His hands soon grow tired of just palming himself, so they venture into the tent that’s become his boxers. His trousers flung somewhere while he was undressing in his drunk escapade. He nearly hisses out loud when his thumb picks up his precum and uses it as a lube to thrust into his hand more efficiently.

Though as he listens more to your moans both of pleasure and of his name his dick is soon throbbing in pleasure and in need of release. He knows he can’t cum there cause other wise it’ll make a stain in his boxers, but at that moment he’s too far gone to actually give a shit. His hands go faster as your moans go more high pitch and the hand covers by your shorts seem to go faster. He likes to imagine it’s you whose jerking him off, though he knows his hand could never compare to what yours would feel like. Still at that moment his would have to make do…

Eventually Aegon drives himself over the edge, his free hand desperately covering his mouth in order to keep the deep moan of your name in as he came in his boxers. He almost has a panic attack when you moan his name a second later in a high pitch, thinking you’d heard him moan your name. Though when you simply just sigh after a minute and curl up back into bed, Aegon can’t find himself from sighing in contempt and going back onto the couch to head back to sleep, the hangover long forgotten about.

It’s amusing how in the morning when aegon is already dressed in his jeans to hide the cum stain in his pants you seem to almost be nervous that mourning. Maybe last night was your first time cumming to the though of him? A thought that seemed to spark a kind of possession in him Aegon never really expected. Or maybe you’d done it many times but it was the first time you’d done it when someone was here? Which if that was the case, maybe you’d left the door open? In a way to invite him in and let him know you wanted to be ravaged like a little slut. It was making him smile widely as he saw you ask nicely why he was smiling.

It nearly made him burst out laughing when you begged to know what was so funny to make him smile. He kept the whole thing from you though, finding pleasure in your confusion. Though after the show from last night and the small accidents that have been happening, Aegon knows one thing for sure. He’s gonna take what he’s owed.

[snowprincesa1]

Aegon’s Christine

Fannon!Aegon ii Targaryen x F!singer!Reader

{phantom of the opera Inspired AU} [part 1/2]

Summary: Aegon obsesses over a singer in the streets of silk. (Read part 2 here)

Warnings‼️ obsessive/toxic relationship, mean Aegon, mentions of wh*res, slight nsfw

Aegon Targaryen’s comfort had been the streets of silk, he had only ever known the comfort of being held by whores who held him to their chests simply for the coin. It was lonely to say the least. He thought his life would have been spent in such a way. An endless cycle, waking up miserable with tonnes of duties he would never really do. He would swallow the insults and jabs thrown by his family, he would feel guilt for not being a good son to his mother. A good brother to his siblings. A good prince to his people. But then he would drown his guilt and sorrows away in the cup. Aegon was used to either pity from the nobility or the mocking stares from the folk. Quite frankly speaking he was ashamed of it, ashamed of himself.

At some point he accepted that this would be his fate. His mother, the lady Alicent had been searching for potential brides befitting his station. Lannisters, Tyrells, even the idea of Helaena as his bride had been proposed but Aegon strongly dismissed it. He would not pull his sister down with him in his endless misery and wanton acts.

That all changed one night, when he sneaked out of the palace through the secret getaways constructed by Maegor. Then he saw you. At a small play. A beautiful singer around his age with a voice he believed only angels would possess. He remembered a character from one of the books Helaena would read “Christine” a nightingale in human form. Aegon could not strip his eyes away from you. You donned a white gown, it was rather plain with no rich design but oh, Aegon thought to himself that he would never think another so enchanting as he thought of you. Your beauty, your talent was unmatched. He had to know you. He had to follow you. He just had to. His mind was filled with future possibilities. The small folk clapped half heartedly at your singing. Aegon underneath his black coat clapped the hardest gaining your attention.

You looked to him and smiled, how could anyone smile as lovely as you could? How could Aegon return back to the dull ladies his mother would force him to socialise with? Oh how you vexed him. Aegon made sure to follow you that night. Pushing through the crowd careless of his own safety.

“A woman of your beauty should not roam these streets alone” Aegon said hoping to gain your attention. You swiftly turn around to see the hooded masked figure the darkness of the night concealing his face.

“Who are you?” You asked suspiciously taking a step back. Aegon within felt offended over the fact you didn’t remember him within the crowd but he paid no attention to it.

“Just a traveller wishing to spend the night in the company of a woman” he said irking you as you took a few steps away from him.

“I am no whore” you spat back at his hidden insinuation of his line.

“Then why are you here performing on these streets?” he chuckled. “It’s quite alright, I’ve never seen you here before.” he said sizing you up “quite a pretty thing, where do you hide my lady?” He said walking up to you pushing you closer to a wall, a dead end. He would not have you run. Not now that you have peaked his interest.

“Quiet now are we?” He chuckled “is that all you do? You sing? For money”

“Judging from the way you speak I suppose you are some rich lord who does not understand a days worth of hard work” you spat out “I do not have to stay here for this” she said pushing away.

“Now my Christine, I never said that” he hummed.

“My name is not Christine!” You retorted.

“What if I told you I am someone of high status? Someone who can gift you luxuries even the high class dream of? For a simple price”

“I thought you were a traveller? I respectfully decline” you said firmly. You did not like this man. You despised the way he spoke and belittled you. Aegon in the other hand loved the thrill he experienced on the fear and interest you exuded.

“What if I offered you gold in exchange of your voice?” money was something that was scarce in your household. Your family members barely made any, you did not wish to sell yourself on the streets of kingslanding so you tried to work as a singer, singing in plays and playing instruments. You should take this up. Not for yourself but for your family. A chance to make an actual money and rise through society…

“Who are you? I need a name if I am to decide..”

You recognised him from the crowd earlier when you saw the mask he wore to hide his face. A white one which matched the colour of your gown. His eyes under the shadow of his hood..were they a shade of purple?

“You don’t have much of a choice pretty thing, but if you wish refer to me as the Phantom”

The phantom would come to you every night and listen to you sing. He had a slight interest in your voice and music but it was you he really ever came for. As the nights etched on the two of you grew closer. He never showed his face, and he wore a mask.

You knew he was probably someone from an important house, that much was clear. As the nights went on he began to demand for you to comfort and console him. He always felt tempted to reveal his true identity but decided against the idea. If you knew the real him; the prince that was a laughing stock. A disaster. Someone who everyone either took pity or laughed at. He shivered at the thought. Aegon felt control for once in his life when with you. He felt powerful. He felt like a king when he spent the nights in your company.

You would play his choice of music in the rented room as he lounged on the bed “more” he would demand. He never grew bored of you, he could never have enough of you. He needed to possess you. He wanted you. He needed you. Somewhere deep down ‘twas not only he who had control over you but you as well.

And for some reason he didn’t mind it.

He liked having you around. He liked having you talk, he liked having you read to him, he liked having you dance and sing for him. He liked having you in his bed every night.

As for you? You had a rich client who you may or may not have complicated feelings for. He was always so quiet only ever opening his mouth to command for something. Just as a prince would. You would catch a glimpse of his lips curling under his mask and hood and that sent a shiver down your spine. He made you feel special and important. You a lowly common woman. You tried to keep it a professional relationship you really did. But when his hand slid up your thigh all warning flew out of the window. Next thing you know you’re in his lap. His strong hands embracing you and touching you. He took you against every wall, every table, the floor. However he commanded that you be blindfolded much to your disappointment. You grew sensitive to his touch. You longed to see the man who hid under the mask. You begged and pleaded but he refused. He trusted you, but not enough because after all you were just a common woman he would abandon for some high lady when the time came.

The thought left a sour taste on your tongue. An unhappiness. You cursed yourself for ever getting involved with a man you could never be with. The more conscious you grew to his every action. Will he leave me today? Tomorrow? When? Will I be okay when he is gone? It wasn’t even about the money anymore. In fact you refused to take payment after the first half of the year.

“my voice costs nothing, thing of it as a gift to you, Phantom”

Of course Aegon didn’t care to listen. Instead he thought of new ways to bring gifts. Expensive fabric, jewellery, and even a valyrian steel necklace. How could you refuse a gift he puts so much effort in?

“I have no use for it, it might as well be yours” he would simply shrug saying. If only you could see his face. Your curiousity would be quenched. Somewhere deeper you knew if you ever saw his face you’d fall hopelessly in love, and you wouldn’t want to make your life more difficult than it already is. His touch, his voice, him being there was enough. You could not be greedy and want more. More of him.

“I’ve been invited to the red keep” you gushed to Aegon “to sing before the queen Rhaenyra and her family..the Targaryens”

“I had no idea” the man in the cloak said a small smirk forming on his face.

“Will you be there..for the performance?” You asked him curiously.

“Perhaps” he shrugged planning on keeping his intentions secret.

“And will you be wearing this ridiculous cloak and mask in the red keep as well?” You asked smirking.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, perhaps you should put it to good use for me” he said pulling you into a passionate fulfilling kiss all while covering your eyes shut.

“So you will attend?” You asked confirming sheepishly

“If you want me to” he said his hands holding the skin of your arms.

“I would love for my favourite customer to come for my performance”

“You have other customers?” It threw him off guard. The thought was an uncomfortable one for him but he chuckled pushing strands of your hair behind your ear to kiss your forehead “I doubt that very much”

“Yes ones that don’t hide their identities such as you”

Gods how Aegon loved the way you spoke.

“Perhaps you might recognise me at the ball” Aegon smirked “if you are as smart as you always claim to be”

“You dare!” You laughed feigning offense at his statement.

“Do not disappoint the Targaryens, Christine~” he said sending you a sly smirk. You could feel it exuding from his being. As he walked out to the streets, he always left before the sun arose. You wondered when you would see him next.

“What an asshole” you said smiling to yourself.

Everything would change for the better at the ball you hoped.