#aegon tagaryen

[myfandomprompts]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 OUTFITS

[jacevelaryonswife]

What a wicked game to play

You don't know exactly when and why it started, but whenever Prince Aegon found your silhouette along the red keep he couldn't look away.

pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is different from what I usually write, letra say reader is a grey character. Don't know if Aegon would be a yan here, buttt, idk sorry, hope yall like it.

warnings: mentions of death, reader as grey character, slight dark??? English is not my first language.

You don't know exactly when and why it started, but whenever Prince Aegon met your silhouette along the length of the red keep he couldn't look away. He tried to be discreet at certain times so that no one but you would notice, he didn't want to compromise your reputation after all. But when the other gazes dispersed and it was just you and him, things tended to change. Whether at dinner, in the gardens, or anywhere private, Aegon Targaryen kept his total attention on you.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was his main intention and when he realized you noticed, oh, that made him smile victoriously.

Your gaze automatically strayed from the prince's direction, uncomfortable with his attitude. You almost hated him in fact, he was a spoiled bitch who abused the perks and didn't care about harming other people. You would not be a victim of his. No, you were not a victim. And as long as you was in the same environment as the first son of King Viserys I, you would do your best not to encounter him visually. It wasn’t a difficult mission indeed, you were discreet and cautious, a lovely lady of good family, devoted to the law and the faith who was looking for a decent and well-born bridegroom, just like you.

Although he did not possess the same didactic intelligence as his younger brother, Aegon was no fool. He was good at capturing perceptions and knew how to observe and be astute when he wanted to be. He wasn't blind, not to you. You had many attributes, but innocence was not one of them. No, you were not innocent. Not when he knows what you've done. Not when he saw his older brother heading towards the harbor that night. Not when the news of the death of Lord Fossoway, who was supposed to marry your little sister, was announced. Not when you showed complete apathy during and after the funeral.

Maybe you were not the mastermind behind it all, but Aegon saw your posture change as the old, decaying lord approached your sister's side. He also saw the look you sent your eldest brother when the man left them. Maybe you weren't actually the mastermind, after all why get your delicate hands dirty in such a bad job? But he was absolutely convinced that you were one of the contributors to the accidental death of Owen Fossoway. You, a little lady. A kind and cunning lady.

The same lady who avoided his gaze all night. The same lady who will soon be engaged.

He can let that happen, you were his. You would be his.

So, at the hour of owl curfew, Aegon ventured into the darkness of the secret corridors of the red keep to reach your chambers, knocking twice where the door would open from the inside.

Your body froze at the sound, looking immediately to the origin center. A few seconds passed with your immobility, just waiting.

Another touch.

Walking quickly to grab the dagger you kept by the bed, you hid it behind your body as you walked to that part of your room where the sounds were coming from. It was no secret that Maegor the Cruel created passages in the red keep unknown to many — including you — but the surprise wasn't just having one linked to your room, but who was looking for you at this time of night.

"What are you doing here?"

Your jaw clenched as you cracked open the door that passed through the wall, seeing the same purple eyes you'd avoided all night.

Aegon just smiled at the sight of your tense body in your light nightclothes, leaning his arm between the door opening to rest his head lazily. He didn't mean to scare you.

But you knew what he was capable of, what he did to the maids. You wouldn't be a victim, you weren't a victim. Aegon Targaryen wouldn't lay a filthy finger on you. When he remained silent, you anticipated trying to close the passage, but you were soon interrupted by a short and all-encompassing sentence:

"I know what you did."

"What I did?"

"Yes.”

“… You can tell me what I did in the morning, certainly. Good night my prince."

"I don't think I can, actually, my lady." He persisted, his gaze becoming more serious than before. “Who would talk about murder in broad daylight?”

You didn't take long to counter, shaking your head in confusion. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“I think you do. If I were you, I'd let me in." Aegon suggested calmly.

"This will not happen."

“I’m your prince.”

“I don't care what you are, Aegon Targaryen. You will not enter my room, not today, not ever.” Before you could close the passage, he pushed with abrupt force and stood in front of you.

He wasn't the only one with a surprise, not when you pointed the dagger in his direction. The lecherous prince raised his hands in peace, but you just backed away.

“I saw your brother that night when Lord Fossoway was murdered. Interestingly, you weren't happy with his marriage to your little sister, I wouldn't be either if it was my daughter marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather. I understand you, my lady, but I don't know if others will understand…”

There it was.

This time it was your posture that changed, the menacing look becoming cold, stoic, but still defiant. "What others?"

The shadow of a smile played on the prince's lips as he replied, “What will the Queen and Hand think of having a murderess at court? What will the nobles think? What will your suitors think?”

It was your turn to smile coldly, cocking your head to the side. “What was a prince doing by the harbor at owl time?”

"Do you think this is more serious than conspiring against a Lord's life?" He asked in amusement.

“I believe that no one will take seriously the words of a drunk who does not care about his duties and would rather be somewhere in the flea bottom than in the palace, to the detriment of me, who always performed my duty with honor and devotion.” Your tone was serious and tinged with scorn, which had him advancing on you, ignoring the threat posed by the instrument in your hand.

When Aegon tried to disarm you, you made a small cut in his palm. Surprising him.

Surprising him the most for showing no concern for hurting the fucking prince and first son of Viserys I Targaryen.

“Some people say that the purest love is the one that refuses to accept the truth. Indeed, the queen loves you, my prince, but my father has served the crown faithfully for years. My house is one of the most important in Westeros, my reputation is perfect. So, I ask again, who are you going to believe?” You remained in a position of alert, not letting him get close. "And then there's the main factor, what do you get out of telling lies about what you think you saw?"

Touché.

He chuckled at your boldness, letting blood drip onto your floor.

“You, my lady. I win you as my lady wife.”

"Excuse me?"

He took a step forward, his tone more serious than ever. “I want you to be my lady wife.”

"Why? For you to cheat on me with the first pretty maid you see? Every court knows your reputation, my prince.” Your tone was incredulous, really incredulous. "Besides, how do you think you'll accomplish that if you smear me to the queen?"

“I didn't mean to slander you, just to keep you from being executed for murder by marrying me.” He simply said it and you couldn't think he was more stupid.

“Do you think the queen would agree to marry her firstborn to a murderess?” Your question wasn't sincere, because the answer was obvious. “Your story is inconsistent. Perhaps the Queen will believe you, as all mothers do with their children. But the hand? The court? My lord father? Do you think they would believe your accusation if you asked for my hand in return later?”

His hesitation was noticed by you as you watched him swallow and breathe heavily. He was caught. Totally caught and destroyed. It was his only plan, his only opportunity to have you.

He hated it.

“You will be my lady wife.” Aegon insisted, making you let go of the dagger and walk towards him slowly, whispering into seductively pink lips.

"I doubt it."

[ms-fade]

the reader being jacaerys twin sister and aegon and aemond claiming you as theirs🤨

Oh how that is a great idea, war will be started just over that alone. They both would fight over you in their youth for just a ounce of attention, like getting you something or fighting for doing anything they could. But they soon came to a agreement of sharing you and taking you away from your twin brother and your family.

Small smut Drabble below. 18+

You’d be squeezed between the two of them while their hands gripped onto you. Your dress would be undone and on the floor beneath you, they didn’t care for moving even a inch.

Aegons fingers would be pinching your nipples and twisting them a bit while Aemond’s fingers would be deep inside your pussy. “I have to admit you’re taking us better then I thought, little dove.” Aemond would admit while watching you stare at him with half closed wet eyes.

“That’s because she wants to be ours brother. I have seen the gazes she gives us and I know she thinks about us fucking her hard,” Aegons voice darker while he reached his hand up to turn your head to the side, “Isn’t that right?”

You could only nod and whimper while feeling the pleasure but slight embarrassment of being nude and doing that things you were doing. “Jace thinks you’re his precious little sister.” The blonde in front of you forced his finger up harder and you let out a gasp out slight pain and shock. 

“But you’re all ours now, and I’ll fuck you in front of him if I have too.”

After Aemond made you cum just from his fingers Aegon gets on his knees and cleans you off, sucking and licking every bit of cum he can get. He was desperate for it, anything you did he was going to be desperate for. But after he got done, he bent you over the table and fucked you with his cock, fast and rough.

It was Aegons room so the people thought it was just another whore, but it was your screams and squeals as his cock slammed into you. Though they were quickly muffled by Aemond shoving his cock into your mouth.

That night you ended up as their little pet.

Jacaerys couldn’t believe that you and aemond got engaged a month after.

[lillysbitchfest]

[aemondsvisenya]

I saw teen!Aegon in your post so... headcanons about dating Tennant!Aegon?

Ty is my babe, I love him, so your wish is my command! I wasn't sure if this was Westeros!Aegon or modern!Aegon so... given the term, "dating", I went with modern!Aegon. I'll be honest, 99% of this is inspired by Ty's character in that UK drama "Consent" that he just appeared in, since that character was literally so young!Aegon coded.

Disclaimer: Ty is 20 - nearly 21 - and an adult, please do NOT send hate to me. If it makes you more comfortable to read the imagine as being the Aegon played by Tom, go ahead, but I wrote it with Ty's portrayal in mind.

Warnings: sexy time mentions but not in terribly explicit detail, usual fuck boi shit. Also, I was going to do separate SFW and NSFT sections but... this is Aegon. It's all not-safe-for-tumblr to be honest.

Being In A Relationship With modern!teen!Aegon - Headcanons

(Side note: Ty baby please do more things because typing your name in the gif search brings up a LOT of gifs of your dad and I nearly posted this with a gif of him instead of you)

Oh he's an absolute fuck boy

Before you got together, he was known for sleeping around and not having a single serious relationship - all he wanted was a bit of fun, no strings attached. You had always thought he was hot, but you knew letting him use you was only going to cause unnecessary pain

Your sensible ideas disappeared down the toilet when you attended a party at Aegon's house that the whole school/college was at, and somehow (no doubt partly due to the unlawful amount of alcohol in your system) you ended up dancing with him - 'dancing' meaning grinding back against him as he wrapped his arms around your middle, mouth on your neck and hips firmly pressed to yours

Dancing downstairs in front of everyone very quickly became a hot and heavy fuck upstairs in his room, and you ended up falling asleep in bed together

You woke up the next morning in his bed, with him fast asleep beside you; you tried to leave before he woke, but he'd wrapped his arms around you in the night and you accidentally jolted him as you got out of bed. He blinked in the sunlight, squinting at you and frowning sleepily. "Come back to bed," He mumbled. "Too early." When you nervously mentioned that you should probably go, he frowned even more, this time a little sadly, sounding exhausted as he muttered, "No... don't. Want you to stay."

To be honest, you had expected that it was just a hook-up like all of the others he fucked, so you were shocked when later that afternoon (after his hungover had started to lessen somewhat) he smirked and told you, his voice low, "I've wanted to fuck you for years... And now you're mine."

And that's that: suddenly you're dating Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon is... not the most romantic of boyfriends, it must be said.

He absolutely tells all of his friends about fucking you, he describes your moans and body in explicit detail to them, bragging of how many orgasms he can pull from you; he also shows off the nail marks and bites you've left on his skin, much to the hollering of the other boys

He absolutely has a group chat with the boys and is constantly sending them shit like "holy fuck just got the best bj of my life", "just got the life sucked out of my cock", "drowning in pussy" or whatever

When the two of you are together in public, be it in the corridors of college or out somewhere together, he always has his arm slung around your shoulders - it's his way of showing that you're his, that you're taken by him, and he smirks proudly about it. If there's a seat somewhere - a bench, a cafeteria chair, whatever - he'll sit down and pull you onto his lap, which usually leads to you two making out or him groping you in front of his mates as they laugh and make catcalls

You two are the bane of the teachers' lives, they're so sick of telling the two of you to stop dry humping on school grounds

Away from his friends and alone with you, he's... slightly softer. Only slightly, mind you, but still.

Aegon very much just always wants to fuck; what starts out as innocent study sessions to try and help him with his coursework always results in some form of sex. You genuinely do intend to help him... but he has very different ideas - not that you're complaining, of course...

You had once thought that all of his bragging and ego was ridiculous, that he was probably absolutely dreadful and just boasting to impress his friends - it's safe to say that while he brags far too much about his prowess as a lover, he is excellent in bed

Sex isn't that romantic usually, it's a wonder if you're both entirely undressed to be honest, but it's hot and heavy and he knows exactly what makes you feel good. He prefers being on top as he fucks you, getting to force you down and maneuver you around so you feel good around his dick, but he's not going to complain when you ride him either

It's usually after sex that he'll sigh, pull you close and quietly admit things to you that he's never admitted to anyone before; that he knows he is not good enough, that his mother and father are always going to be disappointed in him, that he has no idea what he wants to do with his life. "Aemond is mother's favourite," He murmurs as you trace patterns over his bare chest. "And father... he's always preferred Rhaenyra over us, even when one of her little shits took Aemond's eye out..."

None of his friends see the way his shoulders slump when he comes home to his father's car gone yet again, the way he flinches ever so slightly when his mother says his grandfather is coming to visit, when she shouts and berates him for his failing grades... but you do. Apart from his brother Aemond and sister Helaena (his youngest brother Daeron is away at some prestigious school for gifted students, you learn), you're the only one who sees it.

You know better than to ask him about it, better than to raise the subject when it causes him so much pain - but your actions speak enough. Your kisses and touches are a distraction, a way for him to forget that he's the family disappointment, that he will never be enough

"Fuck them," You find yourself telling him often as post-coital exhaustion takes over both of you. "You're enough for me."

[hoosurdaddy]

Imagine Spanking Aegon so hard you send him into subspace! When Aegon is subspace his eyes are glossy and his lips are bruised. You run him a bath, and rub his scars from the whipping he got from back taking to you earlier.

You’re his mommy. No else matters, only you. Aegon thinks as he sucks your tits while coming out of his subpace. He only want to please you, serve you. While you think how you can steal the throne from him.

[florisbaratheons]

it's all confetti anyway (1/?)

She hears laughter. Her daughter’s beautiful laughter. “I did it!” Aegon and Aemond cheer for her and Alicent follows the sound, going over to the window to watch as Helaena is passed the ball again and takes a running leap to kick it back, misses, and lands right on her rump in the grass. Aegon, of course, laughs at her, and Aemond pulls her up to her feet. Grass stains the back of her white pants and sticks to her long blond hair, but the three of them laugh still.

And it’s a magnificent sight.

When her husband dies from a long illness and leaves her with nothing, Alicent takes her children away so they can start over and be the family that they never got to be.

Chapter One Here on AO3

[missjadesfics]

Game of Thrones

Khal Drogo

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Viserys Targaryen III

Ramsay Bolton

Oberyn Martell

House of the Dragon

Aegon Targaryen II

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Ser Harwin Strong

Coming soon

None yet

[sabrabox]

What Game of thrones stars think of House of the dragon 🐉🐲🔥🔥

[hordebreaker]

Aegon III became a king because he was aegon's II nephew

131-157 — Aegon III: The Dragonbane, Rhaenyra's son [The last of the Targaryen dragons died during the reign of Aegon III

[jacevelaryonswife]

► Why’d you only call me when you high? | Modern 「AU」

"Oh baby, are you awake? Are you waiting for me? I would love to go to your apartment." He answered cheerfully, with a distant sound in the background. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU."

pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

a/n: This is situated in college. I don't usually physically detail the reader so that feels included, but personality is something apart. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes. I’m totally obsessed with modern au.

warnings: mentions of alchool and sex. NSWF. Don’t read if you’re underage!

Inspired by the queen of modern!aegon @valeskafics

For: @faces-ofvenus

masterlist

Usually your phone was in silent mode. You hated hearing/receiving any kind of notification, but then this important call came up that forced you to activate the annoying sounds. However, the rush throughout the day made you totally forget to disable the option and ended up being responsible for the rough way you woke up. In fact, there was another factor that contributed to the startled jump you gave on the mattress when you heard the irritating ringing of the call, and that factor — that someone — couldn’t be any other than him.

"Holy crap." You muttered sleepily and scared as you turned down the hellish volume on your phone. Your gaze narrowed when your saw the hour and your blood boiled when your saw the name of the blonde slut who ruined your sleep. “What the fuck made you call me at 3 AM, Aegon?”

“Oh baby, are you awake? Are you waiting for me? I would love to come to your apartment.” He answered happily, with a distant sound in the background. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU.”

"Are you drunk?" You asked irritably.

“Nop. Jace didn't let me drink much tonight, he's so annoying, come on."

"Are you high?"

"Totally. I think I smoked like 5 joints from-"

"YOU WHAT? WHY DO YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH? YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

"WHY YOU HATE ME? I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU."

“YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK ME AGAIN, LEAVE ME ALONE DUDE.”

“PLEASE I MISS YOU AND YOUR HOT PUS-“

Probably your grouchy neighbor on the right would complain about your screaming tomorrow. You didn't care, flinging yourself against the mattress as you dropped your phone to the side. Unbelievable. No, it was entirely believable by Aegon Targaryen standards.

You met him at a college party and almost regretted returning the smile he sent your way. Almost. He was sexy and cocky, the type of guy who certainly wouldn't be your type to get involved with, but who are you lying to? You liked the sloppy flirting and unfounded confidence he displayed. By the end of the night you were riding him wild and uninhibited, moaning as his hands tightened around your waist and tits.

Oh, how he loved watching you take him so hard. He moaned loudly as he filled the condom, maintaining a satisfied smile during and after he came hard. Fuck, you were unbelievable. He felt his pelvis tingle as you disconnected your bodies, dropping down next to him on the bed.

Ok, fucking that jerk was really good, but you knew it was a one-night stand. No hugs, no caresses and no cute kisses. You also knew that the main factor that made Aegon warm —besides your beauty — was your denying him the candy, flashing him a smile that let him know it wouldn't be easy to get into your pants. That made him insist even more, after all Aegon Targaryen doesn't rum away from a challenge as delicious as you.

However, you weren't the type of girl who liked to be dumped.

He eyes narrowed when he realized you were putting on the rest of your clothes, walking on the bed until he reached you. “I'm not kicking you out yet.” He said with a goofy grin.

“I know, I'm kicking myself out.” You returned the smile, snatching the cigarette from his hand. “I hate this shit.”

He throbbed to see you suck so sensually and release the smoke towards him, keeping your face close, which made it easy for him to capture your lips in a sloppy and horny kiss. Fuck, how he wanted to get hard again so he wouldn't let you go.

But apparently seeing him hot and fidgety only served to make you want to leave more.

“Come on, we can have a second round. I bet you'd like it more than the first one." He insisted in a whiny voice initially, but arrogantly later.

“Bet you would like it, big guy.”

With an amused smile as you turned your back, you grabbed your bag and winked at him before leaving. You really liked the feeling and you couldn't help it, hearing him ask for your number and get up naked behind you.

"I'll take you home, I won't let you out at this hour." He said, making you stop in surprise. "I'm going to put my clothes."

Doubting Aegon's cunning ability, you walked into the bedroom when he asked if the lipstick on the floor was yours.

He stayed on top this time, deliciously fucking your body, pulling your hair, fingering your clit and licking your neck. You came hard and let a smile break out as he thrust from behind. The motherfucker was really good.

"I'm still taking you home." Aegon said as he fell face down beside you, a smile even more idiotic than the first. It was cute, and you roll your eyes at the thought.

It's been a month since that night, and he didn't reach out to you again until last week. Since then, he calls you at dusk when he's mostly drunk or high. It was the fourth time you've attended to him under those conditions, but never this late. You huffed as you got out of bed to pee, phone in hand with flashlight on and skin automatically shivering with the cold that circulated in the apartment. It was extremely relaxing to relieve your bladder at dawn, but apparently you couldn't enjoy it for long as another call from Aegon popped up on your screen. You ignored it, but soon several messages started polluting your locked screen, one of which caught your attention.

“I'm coming to your apartment, get that pussy ready 💦💦”

OH COME ON.

Your fingers typed furiously to stop him from going to your house, recording two audios and calling him who magically decided to ignore you.

“Aegon, STOP BEING A BITCH AND DON’T COME TO MY HOUSE.”

It was the last thing you typed until you heard him yell outside. This can only be a joke. You quickly descended the floors until you found him outside, not caring about the lack of clothes that covered your legs. The uber looked at you amusedly, leaving shortly afterwards.

“Why are you here Aegon? Fuck." You pulled him inside, not wanting to expose yourself to the danger of a deserted street at dawn.

"I miss you." He whimpered as he squeezed your waist, as sly as a spoiled child. His hand cupped your ass as he whispered into your neck, “And this hot body. Mhmm let’s fuck, baby.”

“You’re in no condition to fuck anyone right now.” You countered by pulling away from him.

“Why are you so mean? This is so hot.”

Analyzing your options, you rushed to choose the best possible one for the situation. The first: you would send him back home and go back to sleep. The counterpoint: you didn't want to spend money on uber. The second option: you could call one of his friends to pick him up, but it was 3:15AM and you realized that you didn't have any of their numbers or instagram. The last one: you would let him sleep at your house and kick him out the next day. Counterpoint: he would probably take a while to sleep and consequently you would take a while to sleep. But apparently it was the only possible option.

So, dragging him back to your apartment, you straddled his bed on the couch while pushing his insistent hands away from your body. He was a fucking tease.

“Why can't I sleep in your bed?” He whimpered.

"Because you don't want to sleep in my bed." You emphasized the word sleep, leading him to the couch.

“Mhmm, stay with me until I fall asleep, ok?”

You huffed when he laid down and pulled you close. Sitting down next to him and letting him guide your hand to touch the silver hair, you complained, "You're so spoiled, you know that?"

“Uhmm.” He nodded sleepily, quickly closing his eyes.

Damn, you really had a problem to solve now.

[ms-fade]

The blood sucking goddess

Characters HOTD Drabbles 18+

Character Drabbles of when the reader sucks their blood.

Characters: Aemond, Aegon

Honestly, this is really about Aegon…

This is real short.

Warnings: Blood, Sexual content, smut, female reader.

Aegon II Targaryen:

The creaking of the bed frame shaking was drained out your ears while his moans took up your attention. You legs straddling his hips while bouncing up and down on him, your pussy leaked onto his leg mixed with his cum and yours. You had promised to use him like your fuck toy and then feed off of him, he didn’t mind.

“P-please.” He whimpered and reached up to grasp your hips and get more of you. He was on the edge of crying of overstimulation, he was a pathetic puddle under you. It was so amusing. “Oh, I thought the prince could take a warm cunt?” Your finger dragged along his lip and pulled it down. “You begged for this, every ounce of your dignity left when you begged to be fucked. So take it like the little prince you are.” your hands reached around his throat and pressed against the mattress to choke him.

You bounce faster and you could hear the sounds of your skin hitting his, and then sounds of his cocking moving in and out of you. “You’re my pet. You’ll do well to remember that.” You watched as his eyes feel back and his voice come out in gasps and breathless.

He was getting red and you could tell he was about to pass out so you pulled your hand back and grabbed his hand and lifted it up as he catches his breath. “Mistress.” Rolling your hips as they come to a slow pace. “I’ll let you cum, but only after I get my fill.” He just nodded as you sunk your teeth into his wrist and he groaned in pain.

You could feel his cock twitch in your walls, he liked the pain and the way you looked while you did it. You could kill him if you wanted to, leave him dry and dead but you didn’t. You always stayed after everything was done and comforted him until he feel asleep. So after everything you did to him, he was your pet and you took care of him.

Aemond Targaryen:

“It’s okay, darling.” He reassured you while stroking your hips up and down. You sat on his lap while he was at his decks. “You need to feed and I’m glad I will be your source, so drink up.” He moved his neck to the side and waited for you to lean down. You stare at the uncovered skin and you felt hesitate but your hunger was get worse. Leaning down you sunk your fangs into the skin and began to suck and grip onto his coat.

The low grunt that came from his lips made your cunt clinch. He only made that sound when you both were doing something sinful but he sounded so hot and you wanted more. He was doing you a favor, so why not let him have some fun as well? Grinding your hips down on him slow and made sure to move your hips just the way you liked. You moved your legs wider to make sure he felt your cunt. “You shouldn’t do that.” Despite his words his hands gripped your waist and moved them himself. You just kept taking his blood and letting him use you as he wished.

When you got your fill and him stopping himself from cumming you sat up and pulled away. But before you could say anything he picked you up and slammed you back on his deck with a slight smirk on his lips. “I can bite just as well, let me return the favor.”

[pinkydevil16]

 MASTERLIST:

Requests are open all the time so please send them in and i will try to do my best!

side note: making this made me want to drop my phone into lava

All mine: Aemond tagaryen x targaryen reader series

Part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-aemond-had/24lmx3gvanck

Part 2: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-2-just/tjjfzznz8fp9

Part 3: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-3-as/jdgxms5s2g58

Part 4: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-4-aemond/ef05et656xjr

Part 5: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/em2qc0ju1qpy

Part 6: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-6-the/26dtbrza6xcn

Part 7: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/ss5cwtxsa54s

Part 8: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-8-yn/6mw6t3ccsaw7

Part 9: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-9-as/lygz21h994q8

Part 10: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-10-aegon/yd9szbx9el56

Part 11: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/t39k4peahc92

Part 12: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/at70h3ytb5oe

Part 13: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-13-18/x3xt8o7mxs2z

Part 14: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-14-18/oyjgs0zytove

Part 15: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-15-18/wkwuvpi7atup

Part 16: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-taragaryen-reader-part-16-18/qeygv2zvka2h

Part 17: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-17-when/vp86trbajvbl

Part 18: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/tacsaudoe3jb

Part 19: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-19-yn/ctdu7kguyn5s

Part 20: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-20-18/pq6bmcnv7gu1

Part 21: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-21-as/0lbklr184srd

Part 22: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/cecl4aqef7aq

Part 23: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-23-blood/0o7ywrcwsjjd

Part 24: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-24-yn/66d3odqfajax

Part 25: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-25-with/dp0nhtzxpeut

Part 26: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/yk5f33lel57n

Part 27: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/53gei0irwomb

Part 28: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/8mwndq6w2wvs

Part 29: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-29-yn/7rkc0rtuahan

Part 30: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part-30-the/lmaykpo34dkt

Part 31: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/can-we-get-an-epilogue-at-least-please/dlh5tkrctmjz

Extras: 

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-im-a-fan-of-yours-and-i-will-freaking-miss/6zaiozi1v2bd

Imagine:  https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/can-u-do-a-one-shot-where-you-continue-the-part/ijtrhkk9cgeh

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/i-literally-just-slept-a-few-hours-and-you-already/fkchd532i3g9

Sunshine Series Aemond Targaryen

Part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/2mgsegngnkyn

Part 2: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/v2tjcb7s5rox

Part 3: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/d2y8otnd2vyy

Part 4: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/6zhg8dqmrrb4

Part 5: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/elzuymhv2p8j

Part 6: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-tagaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/kdmyewby6pk3

Part 7: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/g1jsa50kewhj

Part 8: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/m9d8a3bqwk2m

Part 9: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/pzefaoms8mjo

Part 10: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/5crerebx286w

Part 11: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/k65n1rhy2p4m

Part 12: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/sgmup3vwidp3

Part 13: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/kussarg5ldqm

Part 14: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/be79eznq3yeu

Part 15: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/knah6xvy604o

Part 16: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/3l4mpxe835ir

Part 17:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/hdazc9guardf

Part 18:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-targaryen-reader-part/o1kbolrxl0yp

Part 19:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part/kfii24fsgcvp

Part 20:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-20-yn/xwbqspwti3mu

Part 21:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-21-18/qnh0eqpqqf0g

Part 22:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-22-yn/agyre1tkkn4j

Part 23:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-23-aemond/53f0bk3egzan

Part 24:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-24-the/f7axx1injcuf

Part 25:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-25-aegon/qbxf9j55lcrw

Part 26:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/sunshine-aemond-targaryen-x-reader-part-26-yn/5nz4gyghi654

Aemond Targaryen x Reader one shots: Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/can-you-imagine-a-scenario-of-consumerist/70raewplotkc

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/i-love-your-writing-style-and-i-beg-of-you-that/w13m3tt8uxnh

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-targaryen-x-reader-not-related-to-my/dh7zxqkgt24i

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-x-reader-brother-aegon-x-reader-yn-sat/e0yjjotb1z05

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-would-you-do-a-story-for-aemond-x-reader-where/g0pqziya44ad

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hello-i-am-new-to-this-page-and-i-love-your-way/u56dwcon1yjd

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hey-you-can-write-a-story-one-shot-where-aemond/dpsfud85g54i

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/i-saw-youre-taking-requests-and-i-thought-id/dehfgrtun79q

Imagine:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-i-love-your-writing-ao-much-i-was-wondering-if/obasqm9iq365

Aegon x reader x Aemond: smut:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-and-aemond-sharing-their-little-sister-whos/2x3zyr8pkavb

Monster series Aegon Targaryen x reader:

Part 1:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/how-could-i-love-you-youre-a-monster-aegons/88a79qejv8cv

Part 2:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/i-need-part-2-i-know-the-aegon-story-you/ngw31x8hy6of

Part 3: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/monster-aegon-tagaryen-x-reader-part/y612rdeer10z

Part 4: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/monster-aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-4-yn-felt/ui599e5jggbj

Part 5:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/monster-aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-5-18-smut/bb0dunwxt779

Obsessed- Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen reader

Part 1:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-1-aegon-had-grown/mxs2urrhfozf

Part 2:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-2-aegon-pulled-yn/0aeehfkovljs

Part 3:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-3-aegon-was/txxg08y6lf6p

Part 4:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-4-18-yn-wished/umbzgq9vkswp

Part 5:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-5-18-yn-felt/wgi20k7n31ed

Part 6:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-targaryen-x-reader-part-6-aemond-walked/lrmk6l8v0o02

Aegon Targaryen x Reader one shots: (these are all oneshots but had to add writing to add the links sorry!)

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-could-you-write-something-with-aegon-who-loves/4um0vyjdwlo9

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/now-how-about-a-fic-where-aegon-is-the-submissive/wuwnepal8rhb

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aemond-x-reader-brother-aegon-x-reader-yn-sat/e0yjjotb1z05

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/can-u-do-a-one-shot-where-you-continue-the-part/ijtrhkk9cgeh

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-id-love-to-see-someone-writing-for-aegon/2brv2ndu5rx4

Imagine: https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-i-dont-know-if-you-take-requests-but-how/iz8ok0294yxg

Aegon x reader x Aemond: smut:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/aegon-and-aemond-sharing-their-little-sister-whos/2x3zyr8pkavb

Aegon x Reader x Rhaenyra:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/youre-doing-the-lords-workrhllor-lmao-by/whnoc9wn3ut5

Jacaerys Valeryon x reader 

One shots:

Imagine:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/hi-love-how-are-you-can-i-order-a-jace-x-reader/w63to0o0xwuo

Daemon Targaryen x reader:

True wife: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen reader

Part 1:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-daemon-was-known-for/uvnmvzb9vw0q

Part 2:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-2-yn-tried-to/rmun96nmd0wg

Part 3:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-3-an-heir-for-a/iu80q0x85cmf

Part 4:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-4-viserys-sat-with/yyw4fky2bc4a

Part 5:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-5-viserys/s54he69ftrx6

Part 6:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-6-yn-was-quick-to/wm590j4buuhm

Part 7:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-7-18-death-and/kf4xwdjoo78y

Part 8:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/daemon-targaryen-x-reader-part-8-yn-did-not-see/cffhu253tcun

Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader:

Aegon x Reader x Rhaenyra:https://at.tumblr.com/pinkydevil16/youre-doing-the-lords-workrhllor-lmao-by/whnoc9wn3ut5

This was the best i could do quickly before i head off the night! If anyone knows how to make the links better let me know but this was all my phone would allow me to do :) 

[myfandomprompts]

Dubious Headlines | Aemond Short Story (Part 1/3)

Aemond x Reader Modern!AU Masterlist

Synopsis: In a world where Dragon Incorporation is the most powerful firm in town, Rhaenyra Targaryen's last announcement sends you, a journalist, to interview the younger sons of the family. However, you did not ask for any of this.

Viserys Targaryen was sick, and had for many years bequeathed all of his shares in the care of his children. But everybody knew that the Targaryen was a drama family, and that strife was ever present between the different siblings. Lately, the eldest, Rhaenyra, had made an announcement in which she said to intend her branch of the company to take a whole other direction, putting the other branches managed by her brothers and sister in a difficult position.

“Y/N, where are Mathilda and Sam?”

You raised your head from your computer to look at your boss, M. Vander.

“Uh… I don’t know, I have not seen them all morning. Covering the charity event maybe?”

The man looked around desperately, thinking. “Ok then," he decided, eyes darting at you. “In my office please.”

You looked bewildered. You swore that if you he gave more work because Sam and Mathilda had run off again…

“I need you to go to Dragon Incorporation and interview Aegon Tagaryen,” he announced as he sat behind his desk.

You internally cursed. As if you did not have enough work already. “What? Why me? I cover cultural events, I am not…”

“You did hear about Rhaenyra’s announcement right?” he interrupted you.

“Yes, but since when are we interested in gossip, sir?”

“It’s not gossip. It’s gathering impressions on the changes that might have an influence on the citizens of the city. I’m sorry but you are the only one available that is competent enough Y/N.”

Please, anything but this.

“I- I don’t think this is a good idea sir, Mathilda is the one who usually interviews them I-”

“Y/N, I know you will manage perfectly. Take care of this please.”

You deeply inhaled as he dismissed you, nodding and got out of the office.

The reason why you dreaded the interview, except for the fact that it was absolutely not your area of expertise, is that Aegon Targaryen, second son and head of the communication department at Dragon Company, had such a reputation that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. As a journalist, you were usually one of the firsts to learn what was new in town, and Aegon was definitely in the top 5 of the most scandalous things you had seen. Besides the accusations, the trials, the complaints and the police reports that most of the other agencies tried to hide from the public, he was also clearly a man that just did not care about his actions. He liked doing interviews, though, you had seen a draft of Mathilda’s interview with him once. You could not emphasise enough how much she had to remove in order for it to be decent to be published.

You had called your friend on your way to one of the many locations of Dragon Inc., taking your sweet time.

“I am so gonna kill them. They owe me big on this one, being absent today of all days. I hate them.”

“So you managed to get an appointment with him? With Aegon?”

“Uh…. No, I didn’t, not really. I kinda hope that I would just show up and that he would be absent. This way I won’t have to do it at all!” you sighed as you climbed the stairs that led to the offices floor.

“Y/N…Vander will be mad if he realises that you delayed this on purpose.”

“Trust me, if I am not the one who does the interview, he will have no trouble sending someone else, and be a hundred percent more satisfied with them, a clear win for both of us the way I see it.”

You were on the third floor, near the CEO’s office. As you walked through the corridor, you did not see the man who had just exited the elevator, almost bumping into you. He watched you warily as you continued talking loudly over the phone, not bothered at all if you were heard. Who was that woman?

“You are not that bad at interviews… Just go in there, ask the questions and get out, easy.”

“No it’s not! I’m used to report on cultural events, not… whatever this is! Gods I really don’t want to do this, Mathilda told me awful things about him...”

The man was walking behind you at a safe distance, now amused at your ranting. From what he gathered, you were a reporter. Were you here for his brother?

“Yeah, I read the papers too… Are you there yet?”

You were now before the door on which the shining plate of “Aegon Targaryen, Communication Director” was displayed.

You sighed. “Yeah… I’m standing at the door,” you breathed out, looking at your feet, defeated. “Maybe I could just… invent an interview.” Behind you, the man silently laughed at your unprofessionalism, comfortably leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you talk to the door. He was enjoying this far too much.

“You are stalling again… It will be alright. Hang up, and call me when you’re finished.”

“I guess you’re right, I should just, rip the band aid off. Ok… Talk to you soon.”

You hanged up, nervously fidgeting with your phone and puffed. You were staring at the door, gathering the courage to knock. As seconds passed without you moving a muscle, your silent observer then decided to have a little fun. “Can I help you?”

You jumped, startled at the sudden voice so close to you. Arms crossed over his chest, a man was staring at you, the ghost of what you thought to be a smile on his lips. How long has he been there?!

“Oh god you scared me!” you gasped, clutching your hand over your chest. Then you realised how odd your behaviour must have been. “I’m so sorry I was just… umh.”

He arched a brow, waiting for your response. You cleared your throat nervously.

“I came to see Aegon, Aegon Targaryen. I’m Y/N L/N, journalist at The Westerosi.” you smiled awkwardly before extending your hand to him. He looked at you for a moment before taking your hand.

“Aemond Targaryen,” he said as you shook hands.

Of course. You had recognised him at once, a beautiful lilac eye on one side and another piercing prosthetic blue eye on the other, a chiselled jaw line, silver-haired, and so very tall. There stood Aemond Targaryen, the most mysterious of the Targaryen’s siblings. You knew him to be quite intimidating from the pictures you have seen of him, but you did not expect the effect of seeing him in the flesh would have on your body as you let go of his hand. His whole demeanour screamed power and poise. You tried to control the feeling that crept up from your neck to your stomach. You cleared your throat, his intense gaze on you. You nervously fidgeted with your phone again.

“So is he…” you pointed to the door, “Is he in there?” you asked, your voice unsure.

“Yes.”

Aemond simply crossed his arms again, watching you look at the door like if it was an insurmountable obstacle. You were clearly not a fan of his brother.

“Would you like me to knock for you perhaps?” he asked.

“No no! Thank you, I perfectly know how to knock!” you tried to joke as he raised his brow higher. “I just, uhm…”

But then an idea came to your mind. Aemond was the most secretive of his family, never giving interviews, never appearing at social events as much as the others, and he was just there. You didn’t really know if he was as vile as his brother seemed to be, but you knew that if you brought back an exclusive interview of Aemond Targaryen, your boss would be delighted, and might even overlook the fact that you had been… unable to talk to Aegon. You had to take your chance. You turned around to face him.

“Actually, do you have a moment? I am gathering information on the recent changes that occurred in your company. Would you mind answering a few questions…?”

That is an interesting turn of events.

He seemed to pounder the proposition for a moment, and you were certain that he would throw you off, that you had overstepped.

“Very well,” he stated, his face letting nothing appear as you widened your eyes in disbelief. “What do you drink?”

You were so taken aback that you forgot to speak properly.

“Dr-d-” you stammered, “What do I drink?” you repeated.

“Yes. Coffee? Tea? I can have you brought anything you want.”

This man was unsettling. You had to put yourself together. “Uh... no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“Mh.”

His eye was scanning you, and you couldn’t help but fidget on the spot, clearing your throat as you felt naked under his gaze.

“We will be more comfortable in my office. This way.”

Without a glance back at the door you had almost walked in, you followed him to another corridor, and inside a luxurious office. He sat behind his desk, tapped something on his phone and invited you to sit. You did as ordered, thanking him and taking out your pad containing the questions meant for Aegon.

You tried not to be disturbed by the unfaltering stare the second Targaryen son was giving you as you asked question after question. You had quickly rephrased some of them to be more suited for him instead of Aegon, and you thought that it was playing out quite nicely for an unintended interview.

He listened to you attentively, answering each of your questions as concisely as possible, and you could not be anything but impressed by how eloquent he was. You considered it a shame that his family did not use him more in public.

At one point, a beautiful woman that you gathered to be his assistant, entered the room, carrying a hot cup of coffee in hand. Her presence made you stop as she lowered herself to put the cup down next to Aemond, her low cleavage making you regret the fact that you had not taken off your blazer. He thanked her and as she left, her eyes looked at you from head to toe with a sufficient smile before walking her heels to the door and closing it, but not before giving the brightest smile you have ever seen to Aemond. You guessed that being this handsome and rich might have that effect.

He seemed unfazed though as he took a sip of his coffee nonchalantly. You could not help but stare at his throat as he drank the hot liquid, his Adam’s apple slightly pulsating at the movement. You were forced to clear your throat again, snapping out of your trance as he put down the cup.

“So, how would you describe your sister, Rhaenyra, in simple words? How do you see her as a member of your family and as an eminent member of your firm?”

He let your question hang in the air for quite some time, before biting the inside of his cheek and sitting back on his chair. He clearly did not like this one.

“Next question,” he deadpanned.

“I’m sorry?”

“I don’t like that question, so next please.”

You dropped down the pen that was ready to write to look at him with surprise. “You do realise that this interview is about the subdivision of the company, started by your sister.”

“Half-sister. And I understand perfectly. Please continue.”

You hold his gaze for a moment, unsure.

Very well then. “Have you ever considered, as head of the financial branch, to invest in other areas than the one you are currently involved with? Have you ever thought of sponsoring events or… celebrities for instance?”

As he answered your question, relieved that he did not seem crossed by the previous one in any way, you could not help but notice the way he licked his lips as he took another sip of coffee, his tongue slightly peaking out. At this moment, you had completely lost track of what he was saying, and by the time he had finished talking, you internally congratulated yourself for recording the interview on your phone. How very professional of you.

It seemed that your temporary distraction had you more disturbed than you thought as you saw the next question originally written for Aegon on your pad: How does the fact that you work in the same company as your wife influence you r decisions?

This was obviously not a question suited for the man sitting across from you, so you took a moment to try and adapt it to him, but it seemed that you were incapable of coherent thoughts right now.

“Are you involved with anyone?”

The question had left your lips faster than your brain could think. Not that you apparently owned a brain right now by the look of it. You cursed yourself. Big mistake.

You could see how the question had caught him off guard as you blushed and fiddled with your pad, apologising profusely at once.

“I’m so sorry, don’t mind the last one, it was meant for your brother…!” you stammered before realising that it sounded worse. You quickly found the next question, your body heating up.“Where do you see the company in ten years time?”

He had taken a bit more time to answer this one, watching how flustered you were and how your cheeks had reddened, making your skin so appealing to him that he could have sworn that he felt its warmth from this distance. Your nerves were all over the place, but it calmed down as the interview came to an end, taking control of your body again. You thanked him and stood up to shake his hand, promising him to keep him updated.

“Thank you very much for your time, M. Targaryen. I will take your secretary number and notify you when the article will be published.”

He left his place from behind his desk in order to accompany you to the door as you retrieved your coat, bringing with him the sweet scent of sandalwood and coffee. You had to get out of here.

“I look forward to reading it. When you see my brother, please tell him I said to behave.”

Oh. Aegon. It had completely escaped your mind. You undoubtedly felt like you had no obligation at all to go see him now, having obtained the interview of his quite private brother… But you could not tell him that. Instead you just nodded, hoping that he would not accompany you to his brother’s office.

“I will. Although I don’t think I will need anything more from him. I feel like I have everything I need,” you said, tapping on your pad.

“That is a relief. This way you won’t have to… invent an interview. I’m sure your skill lies elsewhere.”

You blushed at this, realising that Aemond had heard a good part of your conversation on the phone. You did not move as he stared at you quite pleased at your reaction.

“I would never… I mean, it was only a joke,” you tried. “I take my job very seriously. It’s just that I am more used to deal with people from other backgrounds.”

“Mh,” he nodded, reaching for the doorknob behind you. You exhaled in relief, the prospect of freedom one move away, but he paused again and did not open the door right away.

“By the way, the answer is no.”

You turned your head to him, almost bumping into his chest. “I’m sorry?”

“No, I am not involved with anyone at the moment.”

You tried to recall when in your life you had been as short of breath as you were now, stuck between the door and the man whose gaze made you feel like the weakest thing on earth. You tried to reply but nothing came, and as you bit your lips in anxiousness you tried not to notice how his eye had quickly lowered to the movement.

He only smirked and opened the door, stepping aside to allow you space. You swallowed as you quickly passed him, hands clutching at your coat in tension.

“Have a good day Miss L/N.”

And then he closed the door, leaving you to face the pretty assistant studying you from behind her desk, clearly annoyed at you, for whatever reason. You rapidly took the contact you needed from her and exited the building, welcoming the fresh air and grabbing your phone, calling your boss right away. Your lungs were on fire.

“Is it done?”

“Well, not exactly. I managed to have much better.” You were overselling it, but it was a miss or hit situation.

“What did you do Y/N?”

“I had obtained a meeting with the one and only Aemond Targaryen! He answered all of the questions on the subdivision, and even managed to get the intel you could not have if it had been with Aegon. This is good for us! You know he rarely gives any interviews.”

You were met with silence.

“Y/N…”

“Listen, I promise you to do the best article I have ever written on Dragon Inc. You will not be disappointed, I swear. Give me a chance Vander.”

“Y/N, how do you think Aegon Targaryen will react if he learns that he had not been consulted first?”

“Do we… really care about that, sir?” you asked, slightly appalled as you considered it.

“He is the main correspondent with our newspaper. Mathilda has always gone to him when we needed insight on Dragon Inc!”

You swallowed. This would not stop you, you had to make it work.

“All due respect sir, if you wanted that kind of interview, you should have sent her, not me. I managed to have an exclusive one and I believe in what I have gathered. You should too.”

Your boss went silent again, and as you saw this as a good sign, that we would be considering it at least, you continued.

“I will send you a draft tonight, and I’ll prove to you that this paper is worth publishing. I can assure you that Aemond’s Targaryen’s insight will raise the reader's interest much more than Aegon’s.”

Some more seconds of silence.

“Very well. I don’t like this, but I trust you Y/N, you have rarely disappointed me. I expect it before tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Then you quickly texted your friend, summarising your encounter with the one-eyed Targaryen before you jumped in a taxi and went home, reading over your notes.

Yep. Aemond Targaryen would not leave your mind any time soon.

Your boss had been happy with the draft, and now you were at your desk, writing the actual article. You had taken your time in scolding Mathilda and Sam, blaming them for forcing you to take on a task you knew would not have you so riled up, but your friends had only sympathised with you, and you had not been able to stay mad at them for long.

By noon the article was finished, and you had to wait for tomorrow’s paper for it to be published. You had managed to progress on your other projects in the meantime, but now it was dark outside and you were the only one left in the office. Again.

The piece of paper next to your keyboard with Aemond Targaryen’s contact information, was now becoming more and more difficult to ignore as you were soon to go home. All day you had glanced at it, hesitating between sending your completed interview to him now or waiting for him to discover it with everyone else in the morning.

Taking a deep breath, you finally took the piece of paper, typed the e-mail address and attached your article to it before thinking of something personal to write.

Nothing came as you simply wrote the most formal of e-mails, giving him the time of publication and thanking him again. As you pressed send, you sat back into your chair and stared at the screen as your mind began to imagine him receiving your e-mail, how his brows would knit together while his eye would dart over the lines you had written.

Shaking your head, you cursed yourself for losing yourself in such thoughts before shutting your computer down. You needed sleep.

Aemond Targaryen had looked your name up as soon as you had departed from his office, curious to know more about the woman who had forsaken his brother and dared ask an interview of him, Aemond Targaryen, of all people.

He stared at the screen with interest as he browsed The Westerosi ’s archives online, seeing the several articles you had written over the years, mostly about city events or local cultural activities, smiling each time he read your comments about this or that particular representation. Now he was having dinner with his family, listening to his mother’s complaints about his eldest sister again, when he felt his phone vibrate. He could not ignore the satisfaction he felt when your name appeared on the screen next to an e-mail, and wasted no time reading what you had sent him. You had done a good job, he liked that you remained factual in your writing, and he could not help the disappointment he felt when he saw the few lines you had written to thank him in your message. As he put down his phone again, he remembered how you never seemed to miss anything that happened in the city. He counted on that.

-0- Part 2

A/N: Any resemblance to a particular book/movie was unintended, I realised it afterwards. (Oops)

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dragon's mistress

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Warnings: death of characters, war, HOTD, Dance of the dragons spoilers

You had cried so much you didn’t have any more tears. Being the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen was a heavy burden

Everyone in your family was gone, dead, buried, burned, eaten… Your siblings, your mother, your father, your stepfather… everyone you ever met

All because of the Iron Throne, and because your uncle had decided to usurp it, and war ensued after that

The first to go was your younger brother Lucerys… killed as a messenger by Aemond Tagaryen, your uncle, they said they couldn’t find his remains, that they probably were inside of Vhagar’s stomach and the very thought chilled you to your bones on this rainy day.

Then your “grandmother” Rhaenys, lost in the battle of the Gullet, killed by Aegon and… Aemond Targaryen

Then It was Jace, your big brother, your protector, he died fighting valiantly in the Narrow Sea, a great and gruesome Naval Battle, he died half drowned and as the target from numerous arrows from the enemy flee.

Then it was your stepfather Daemon, but you knew he wasn’t your stepfather, he was your true father, and you were his bastard child with RHaenyra, he confessed as much before he departed to take Harrenhal, he cradled your face in his hands, he looked deep into your eyes and promised he was going to come back to you, but he never did, he was killed, also by Aemond Targaryen.

But your mother was already settled in the Red Keep, with Joffrey and your baby brothers, he had insisted you remained in Dragonstone, she thought you would be safer here, as the princess of dragonstone, next in line to the Iron Throne, so you had to protect your seat, at least until all the Greens were dead…

You thought this was over, but the people of King’s Landing didn’t think so, they rebelled against your mother, the Dragonpit was assaulted, and that resulted in the slay of all the dragons of the side of the Blacks inside, and in the death of your baby brother Joffrey.

And that gave Aemond and Aegon Targaryen the advantage that they needed, being the riders of the last remaining dragons, they took the capital, they murdered your mother, and they sunk the ship your baby brothers were scaping in… they locked up Baela and Rhaena, and you didn’t know anything of their whereabouts

So here you stood, the last of your house, a false Velaryon, the defender of Dragonstone with only one living dragon, and a castle filled with fearful people, not warriors, no soldiers, but servants, maesters and maids.

So you waited for your fate, your heart broken, your eyes dry, and any instinct for survival killed.

You could ride your dragon to the other point of the Earth, you could have run away, you could have escaped, but at that moment, you didn't quite find a reason to. You knew it was a matter of time… so you waited

A whole moon later after the murder of your mother, you saw in the horizon upon the waves, five huge war vessels, the golden three headed dragon flaming over a black field. 

And the Monstrous Vhagar flying above them. 

They had come for you, and for your seat

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ - Jacelaena!

well i couldn't not do it

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x helaena tagaryen

rating: E

words: 3k

Helaena watched as he circled the long table, abandoning his chair at the opposite end. Though he did not possess the height of her younger brother, nor his uncle and grandsire, Jace still seemed to take up space with his mere presence. There was a surprising amount of strength in the determined set of his jaw, in the taut way he held his shoulders as he approached her, in the large hands curled into fists at his side.

She wondered, not for the first time, the sort of king he’d be if her father got his way, if her mother and grandsire’s plans for the future dissipated like smoke through a thurible. How would those curls look beneath the gold of Viserys’ crown? Would he buckle beneath the weight of all that iron that made up Aegon I’s crown? Which would he choose? Which would suit him? Would Baela wear the other?

‘They will be quite the pair,’ she could not help but acknowledge, though a flash of jealousy as hot as Dreamfyre’s flame flared through her at the notion. ‘Not like Aegon and I, bound only by duty and mother’s fears.’

Those large hands of his were no longer fists as he rested them on the arms of the chair she sat in, and his jaw slackened as he loomed over her, his nose nearly brushing against hers, their matching lavender eyes meeting in a near identical hooded gaze. 

“Your fascination with me will be your death,” she said, arching up toward him, his shaky exhale ghosting over her face. She had no idea why she said it, though surely her mother would call for his head if they were caught, a replacement for the eye her desperate bid for justice could not procure. ‘Kiss me,’ she thought, despite logic and reason. ‘Kiss me so that I might remember, so that I might have this to hold on to when the cold night comes.’

His smile was not cruel like Aemond’s might have been, was not lopsided and weighed down by wine as Aegon’s was; it was altogether different, like the sun parting the smoke and fog that hung so heavily over Dragonstone. The dinner that night had been nothing short of a disaster and now Jace boasted a bruise that was already turning black around the edges, the ridge of his cheekbone slightly swollen where Aemond’s shove had sent him to the floor. She did not stop herself from reaching forward, from trailing her fingertips over the discoloration that marred his skin. When he did not flinch, Helaena pressed harder - just the barest pressure against his face to see if he would wince. 

He smiled once more and nuzzled against her hand. “Then I will gladly meet my maker.” That was all the warning she got before he pressed his mouth to hers, capturing whatever response sat on the tip of her tongue. He did not kiss like he danced. Where that moment had been light, full of a distracting sort of buoyancy, this was heavier, firmer, more intense. A hand came to cradle the back of her head as he leaned into her, bowing her back as her own hands came to rest against his chest, fingers curling into his doublet. She wanted to tear it from his body, to rake hands like claws over the skin of his chest, to leave marks that would remind him after he had gone that she had been there. 

“Why?” The word was more an exhale than a true question, and he did not answer immediately, instead gathering her into his arms and pulling her to her feet. She felt pliant beneath his touch, a feeling almost wholly unfamiliar to her as he set her on the edge of the great table that had been the centerpiece to the evening’s earlier charade. Nudging her knees apart to step between them, Jace raised his hands to cup her jaw, sliding his tongue along her lower lip.

“Why what?” he asked, his voice faraway though he stood so close, the lengths of their chests and torsos pressed tightly together; one could not draw breath without the other feeling it, a push and pull of their lungs with each inhale and exhale. 

Helaena broke away to pepper kisses to his jaw and neck, her teeth finding purchase in nipping little bites that made him shudder. “Why are you doing this?” She knew why she was doing this, but why would he take such a risk? She knew how men were, how he would likely be able to escape back to Dragonstone relatively unscathed by accusations of adultery, facing only the impotent rage of her mother and the apathy of her father. Though she could hardly imagine that he would simply abandon her to whatever fate awaited them should they be caught. No, Jace did not strike her as the type; her fate would be his own.

“I…I look at you and I can't breathe.” He kissed her temple, his hands grasping at her hips, his fingertips digging in in a way she hadn't realized she craved. “Your laughter is so rare and it is the only sound I want to hear.” He kissed the shell of her ear, warm breath fluttering at her hair. “When I look at you all I can think of is each and every way I would make you mine.” He kissed her on the mouth and again her fingers ached to claw beneath his skin to hold him even closer to her. She licked into his mouth and blinked back the burn at the edges of her eyes. “Do you remember when the scorpion stung me and my attempt at bravery failed and I could not help but cry out?” 

Helaena nodded, smiling against his lips.

Reaching forward, she brought his hand closer to her face, running a finger over the small red scar where the maester had excised the wound to release the poison. She pressed a kiss to the mark, and more to his knuckles before wrapping her lips around his thumb, her tongue curling around the tip. This time Jace did not cry out. Instead, he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against hers. His free hand tangled in her hair, suddenly jerking her back with more force than she expected. But he swallowed her sound of surprise, his teeth catching on her lower lip. Helaena moaned, yanking at the front of his doublet, no care for the way the little buttons that held it closed scattered around her on the table. His skin was so warm beneath the thin linen of his undershirt and she shoved her hands beneath it, finally feeling the hard muscle that lay over his stomach. 

Jace made a low noise somewhere low in his throat and the sound reminded her of ones she had heard in the depths of the dragon pit, the timbre of it settling low in her belly as he yanked at her skirts. 

“Helaena.”

It was so simple. Just her name, a name she had not given much thought to except for that it was hers. But on his tongue it sounded like a name revered and she wanted more. She licked a stripe up his neck, savoring the taste of him and the feeling of gooseflesh rising beneath her tongue before sinking her teeth in like the dragon she sometimes was in her dreams. Trembling fingers found her bare of her small clothes and his whine was a choked thing.

“Where are -.”

She cut him off with a shrug. “They're cumbersome and I do not like the feeling.”

Jace growled at that and sucked a biting bruise against her shoulder. But then he was standing, backing away before extending a hand and pulling her to her feet. Her brows drew together, confusion settling uncomfortably over her skin, the feeling of rejection like pins and needles over all her sensitive parts. He chased it away before it could truly take form with another kiss, turning and backing her into the shadows. Helaena grinned as her back hit the wall beside the window, just out of view from the door, and it was her turn to tangle her fingers in his dark curls, like ink against her pale skin. 

He dragged his nose over the curve of her cheek, goosebumps left in its wake, and she sighed at the feeling. So few things came with a sense of rightness for her, and Helaena basked in the utter calm that descended upon her with his hands grasping tightly at her waist. As children, Jace had always been her favorite companion, the small joy they found in one another’s company enough to keep the rising tension and fear of their mothers at bay. She found this joy once more here, now, standing in the dark with him, and her heart ached with it. 

“I would do this differently,” he breathed against her ear, his tongue tracing the outline and sending butterflies blooming in her belly. “I would lay you out over my bed at Dragonstone and take my time with you.” His hand fisted in her skirts, dragging them once again over her legs. “I would keep you there for days and feast on you.” For a moment, she wondered just how many feasts her nephew had partaken in, but his lips against her neck chased the thought away. “I would keep you spoiled in the tribute you deserve. I would kiss you until you were breathless. I would take you until you were ruined for anyone else.” His hand found the juncture of her thighs and Helaena dropped her head against the stone wall, the radiating ache of the impact grounding her in the moment when she feared she would simply break apart and float away. 

She reached up and traced a finger over his top lip, enamored by the way he held his mouth just so. His tongue flicked out, licking the salt from her skin as he gently drew her finger between his teeth. His own hand nudged inside of her, his hips forward to press against her belly. She groaned at the feeling, grinding herself down against him as he watched, his lavender eyes darting over her shadowed face as he memorized each flutter and sigh and fleeting expression.

Tucking her fingers under his waistband, Helaena pulled him forward, relishing his huff of surprise as he crashed against her chest.

"Kiss me," she demanded. It was a whisper in the dark, a soft command, and she gasped when a second finger joined his first. His mouth found hers and she wasted no time tugging open the ties at the front of his pants, reaching in and taking him in hand. He throbbed in her palm, long and just thick enough.

He moaned her name as she stroked him, his forehead coming to rest against hers once more. She bucked against his hand, his slender fingers making her dizzy with a new sort of need. That first peak snuck up on her, quick and sharp and snapping through her very bones with a soft pant of his name. 

He kissed her through it, biting down on her bottom lip as she swiped her thumb over the bead of precum that leaked from his tip. “I want you for longer than this night, Helaena.”

The words came sharply into focus as the aftershocks of her pleasure still danced over her skin. She pushed the hair from his face with both hands. “Yes,” she answered, and suddenly it seemed so clear that she would go with him anywhere, that if she was to look over her shoulder, she would find him following her, a shadow at her back, and she had never felt safer, even as the danger of their current position lingered over them. “I want you for longer than this night.”

It was then that he hitched her leg over his hip and pushed inside, so slowly she thought she might scream as she stretched around him. She cried out at the feeling of fullness and Jace clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

“I want nothing more than to hear you, but you must be quiet.” His voice was ragged in the shadows, pulling her apart at the seams.

Helaena leaned forward, her lips at his ear. “I cannot help it,” she whispered, her fingers digging in sharply where she held his shoulders. “Jace, I -.”

He kissed her, swallowing down the words as he began to thrust in earnest, slow, long drags of his length within her, and that heat in her belly began to build once more, flame licking at her limbs and through her veins. She dropped her hands to curl against his stomach, the muscles jumping beneath her fingers, and he moaned against her neck, burying his face in her hair to stifle the sound.

“Hel.” It was just a soft breath against her throat before he bit down, his tongue soothing what she hoped would be a mark come morning. Let him brand her, let him claim her, and maybe, just maybe, let him take her away from here. They could figure out the rest, she knew that, her thoughts and plans typically neatly organized and easy to execute. They needn’t go to Dragonstone, needn’t set themselves down on either side of the war that it seemed only she could see coming; they could take her children and flee to Pentos or Lys or even Myr on the backs of their dragons and be free of the dreams that haunted her, dreams of centipedes and flame and eyeless boys taking to the skies. Let her be free of everything but him.

But Jace would never leave his mother, not when it was all so precarious, not when she hid to lick her wounds at Dragonstone, her family growing ever happier as Helaena’s own grew brittle under the strain. Could she truly leave her brother’s behind? Her mother? Even as Alicent’s hands grew talons to keep her children near, tearing at their skin and clothes, Helaena could not imagine leaving her.

Jace clutched tightly at her thigh and she raked her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, meeting his mouth with her own and falling back into the moment. His other hand cradled her jaw and she leaned into the touch, gripping roughly at his curls. He whimpered at that, a sound she had not expected, and now she wanted to bottle it and keep it near forever. Stepping back, he shuddered and Helaena blinked up at him, her mouth parting to question him through the haze of her impending release.

“I can’t - We must be careful.”

She took his meaning and discarded it, pulling his head back by his hair and baring his throat to her. Licking up the column of his throat, she whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

His mouth parted and he panted her name. “Please, I - Helaena.” Hips stuttering, she felt him lose his pace, his movements becoming erratic as he found his end within her. She felt that too, hot and wet in a way that would normally bother her, but here and now she could not be upset by it, too content to hold him close as he trembled in her arms, his forehead coming to rest where her neck and shoulder met. She tumbled over after him, her body falling apart over those last deep thrusts. His breath came in damp puffs of air and slowly, so slowly, he came back to himself, a shy boy once more. “I don’t know what to say.”

She panted and lowered her leg back to the ground, needing to stand on her own two feet. Sliding a hand over his mouth, her grin grew mischievous. “Then say nothing.” Their matching eyes met and she memorized the deeper fleck of violet that sparked in them like shooting stars. She memorized the curve of his nose and the bow of his pouting mouth. Dropping her hand to his chest, she pushed him back a step. “I will find you on the morrow, Jacaerys.”

He shook his head, grazing his nose against hers, his hands grasping possessively at her hips. “You heard my mother, we leave tonight for Dragonstone.”

Helaena ignored the crack that began to splinter in her chest. “Then I will find you in your dreams.”

—

It was still dark when stone ground against stone and Helaena was roused from sleep. Jace bled through the shadows of her room, his face coming into perfect clarity before her blurry eyes. He was speaking but she did not follow, did not catch the words that spilled forth from him.

“Helaena!”

She blinked at the bark of her name, drawing back. “What?”

“Come with me. Come with me to Dragonstone and find happiness - find it with me.” His mouth opened and closed as he searched for the words he wanted to say to convince her. Her stomach felt filled with moths, fluttering and flying and trying to choke her. She could not leave, could she? Run off like some thief in the night, leave her husband and her children.

“My children…” She say their faces then, so small and trusting, eyes the same shade as Aegon’s. 

He smiled then and her heart ached for a new reason as she reached forward to trace the line of his cheek. “Wake them. Bring them. I would never think to part you from them.”

She drew her hand back, something black and oily replacing the moths in her belly as years and years of warnings reverberated through her skull, her mother’s voice like smoke between her ears. “Rhaenyra…”

“My mother will not harm you. She will not harm your children. Helaena, please. Trust me. Let me protect you.” He kissed her too hard then, their teeth clacking together before he eased off and peppered his lips against her cheeks, her eyes. “Let me love you, let us have more than this night.”

‘If you don’t go now, you will never go, and you will regret it always,’ a voice in the back of her mind said softly, timidly, as if used to being snuffed out in the harsh light of logic and danger. A long moment passed, visions of each imagined future playing behind her eyes as she struggled to keep up, to make sense of any of it. Through it all though, she saw Jacaerys, saw his eyes like twilight staring back at her. Nodding, she sat up. “Yes. Yes, alright.”

Jace pushed himself from the bed, his smile so beautiful as to break her heart. He held out a hand and for a long moment Helaena could only look at it. 

Finally, she rose, taking the hand offered to her.