#aemond targaryen x reader x aegon targaryen

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can you hotd characters (mostly alicent and rhaenrya) when the reader almost passes in child birth? thank youuuu :3

A/N: Yep can do! I’ve never given birth, gotten pregnant nor seen anything resembling child birth apart from the Aemma scene in HOTD so I hope I did this justice!? Sorry this has taken so long!

Character Roll Call: Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Aemond and Jacaerys (All romantic love)

Warnings: Child birth, talk of infertility, talk of not able to have children, pregnancy, she/her pronouns used in some places for reader, talk of death during childbirth, talk about smut but no smut, dirty talk, a most likely inaccurate childbirth telling, graphic detailing of blood and gore, this is not proofread! (if I miss any please let me know in a way you’re most comfortable!)

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

It was not the typical marriage you and your husband shared. For whilst you had never had a particular fondness for goose, he understood that and went after his own interest in tasting the variety the world provided him with.

So while he was off exploring, you were in the chambers of the heir of the realm. Showing her your devotion in the most unexpected of ways.

Yet soon, after nearly two years of marriage with no children, people were beginning to become suspicious of your womb. More specifically, your husband’s own family. There was talk of them already arranging a second marriage for him as your womb was supposedly infertile. So after a talk with him, you and your husband for a whole of three months, with the help of Rhaenyra. And just when you thought your efforts were unsuccessful, the maester greeted you with a smile, and told you you were with child.

Your lover took the news surprisingly well, as Rhaenyra spent all hours of the day with you comparing possible names for the baby. Your husband had done his part in this game. Now, you and Nyra could spend your days eating the cake and kissing the days away. Acting oblivious to the hateful world surrounding the two three of you.

“What about Aurion?” Nyra suggests, a lazy smile on her lips as she places a fork with a large chunk of vanilla cake on the end between your lips.

“Hmmmmm” You hum, smiling in thought. “Perhaps let’s not raise more suspicions than we’d like my darling. How about something not so Valyrian?”

She laughs, and yet agrees with you with her smile turning strained and sad. Her hand reaches for your own instinctively and you quickly move to grab it and squeeze it tight. “Alright alright! What about Rhys? Ivan? Those are some more boring names!”

You laugh, and yet make sure to note them down somewhere in your head. You discuss names of girls also, just in case. Yet months later as you sat screaming your heart out on the birthing bed, those names disappeared as pain became all you know.

“You must push my lady! The baby is trapped you must push!” One of the ladies in waiting says as she positions herself by your bottom half.

“I’M TRYING TO FUCKING PUSH!” You scream, sweat dripping down your face as your eyes screw shut. Your voice loud as the pain spreads further through you, till eventually you feel it all over.

Soon, the pain that blooms all over becomes numbing. Especially, when you feel your eyes becoming heavy, eventually shutting so all you see is black and the world becomes silent.

“What is happening?!” Rhaenyra screams, her face becoming pale as memories of her mother come flooding to her head. “What is happening to her?!”

“The lady is haemorrhaging!” One of the maesters yells, a multitude of rags of all sorts in his hands as he attempts to stop the blood from further dripping onto the floor. The babe that had quite literally fallen out of your whilst you had fallen unconscious was quickly taken away by the ladies in waiting to be cleaned and attended to. So now, all focus was on keeping you alive. By order of the future Queen of Westeros.

It feels as thought it had taken hours to stop the bleeding. Yet that meant nothing till Rhaenyra who waited anxiously by your side with your hand in her own. Her fingers poised by your pulse so she can reassure herself that you were truly living beside her and not dead like her mother.

By the time you had finally begun to rouse from your deep slumber, the day had turned to night. And all those in the room were exhausted from the effort it took. The maesters in particular, who knew that if they allowed themselves to slack, the princess would soon be upon them with the fury of the dragons.

“My love….” Rhaenyra whispered, at this point uncaring of the multiple people in that room who’d scuttle themselves to her father and the hand at the slightest chance of a scandal. “Do you hurt?”

“As much as childbirth allows me to be in…” You laugh, yet wincing as soon as your body moves. “I am glad you were here… i fear if you weren’t-“

“Do not speak of such things!” Rhaenyra begs, her hands clutching your own tightly as if she was fearful you would drop dead. “I forbid it!”

“Do you say that as my future queen or as my friend?” You murmur, both knowing the true meaning of the word.

“I say that as both..” Rhaenyra whispers, kissing the top of your head as one of the ladies in waiting comes in holding the bundle containing your baby.

“It’s a daughter, my lady.” She says, walking over and placing her in your arms.

“She’s beautiful…” you can’t help but say, brushing away one of her curls from her eyes. You can feel Rhaenyras eyes on you, and so you take her hand and somehow manage to pull her closer.

“I wish to name her Arya.” You firmly say, locking eyes with your daughter who begins to cry in hunger.

“Beautiful…” Rhaenyra says, unable to tear her eyes from the sight of you beginning to breastfeed your child.

Alicent Hightower:

Even while Alicent was married to the king, yours and hers unique relationship had never once wavered. When Alicent had her children with the king, who did not even enter the room when the time of birth came, it was you who held her hand in place of her mother’s, and murmured soft words of encouragement and affirmation into her ears.

While you had your own, even though your mother was there to be by your side as a place of comfort, it was only Alicent name that sprung from your lips. Begging for her to come closer so you can hold her hand and beg her for mercy and encouragements.

Most recently, your third pregnancy had been said by the maesters to be the most difficult one yet. Pain was all you knew through those last few months. Pain in your legs from when you were forced to walk to the dining hall. Pain in your belly from where not only did the baby insist on kicking but also from the cramps the maesters insisted did not need to be further looked at.

Yet Alicent was always close by ready to lend a helping hand whenever the moment allowed her too. According to her, she still has the old treatment the maesters had prescribed her with just in case she fell pregnant again after Daeron.

“You… my utter darling, are my world!” You moaned, eyes shut closed as Alicent carefully massaged the soothing ointment into the base of your feet. She continues to help whenever she can. The ointments and herbs she providing you with being much better than anything the dreading maesters could’ve ever given you.

Yet like most treatments, the effectiveness wore off. Soon, not even the most obscure of medicines would work on you. Pain was always lingering in every part of your body. Even in places you had no idea were on your body.

“I just want this babe out of me!” You groan one night while Alicent once again attempts to stop your pain using this time a supposed miracle working ointments from Lys. “Nothing is fucking working!”

“Well complaining won’t solve anything!” Alicent attempts to jest, though quickly haults any other further attempt after a harsh glare worthy enough to rival the Strangers is sent hastily her way. “Perhaps it is the gods way of telling you how strong you are for having this child? A way to tell you how powerful your son will no doubt be in the future?”

“I would not care if I was to birth a dragon for gods sakes I only with for it to come out of me so I can no longer feel so fucking horrible!” You groan, “I have already told my lord husband that this shall be my last time on that fucking bed! If he even brings his cock within inches of me it’s being torn off his body and fed to your children’s dragons my love!”

“Oh hush now!” Alicent scows, a rare bout of anger coming about her. “The gods have their meanings and their ways! Though I for once shall agree with you. You will be having three beautiful children my love, and that is all you need. Perhaps you could give birth to a daughter and we can betroth her to Aemond?”

“Perhaps…”

By the time the ninth moon has passed, it is quick to say that you were very much serious about this being your last child.

“GET THE FUCKING CHILD OUT OF ME!” You scream, the maesters wincing at the volume rivalling that of a child being born. Something your own child it seems is refusing to let happen. “RIP IT OUT IF MUST BUT IF I DIE I SHALL HAUNT THIS KEEP FOREVER MORE!”

“There shall be no talk of dying on this bed from you!” Alicent yells, her grip on your hands almost as tight as your hand on hers.

The maesters voices cutting through though as they announce how they can see the babes head. Meaning to much your relief the pain will hopefully be soon over and you can hold the thing that’s been hurting you for nearly nine moons in your arms to give it a stern talking off.

You make sure to push hard when the maesters tell you too, even pushing when they don’t so you could hopefully get the babe out quicker. But even when you feel the babe quite literally fall out of you and hear its cries, the maesters make their own cries far more audible.

“Alicent what is happening?!” You ask, feeling what feels like warm liquid gushing from your lower half. Only she does not respond. Only turning paler than the sheets that with horror, you realise are turning a deep red from blood. Your blood.

And It only turns worse when you realise just how faint you feel. A once iron grip you had on Alicents hand turning weak and feeble as your eyes slowly begin shutting.

It’s all a blur when you feel your body waking. Yet still your eyes have not grown enough strength to open, so it’s with great horror you realise you are still conscious but are practically unable to move. You are alive but it is as if your body is dead.

You can hear Alicent beg for your sake. And you realise with your heart beating frantically in your chest that you can also hear her hushing a baby you had not realised was crying this whole time. Your baby.

“Your mother is sleeping now…” You can hear her say, tears building in your eyes when you hear how damaged her voice sounds. “She is strong, your mother. She will wake and see what a beautiful baby boy she has waiting for her… it won’t be long now. I promise.”

You try as hard as you can to open your eyes, yet your attempts prove to be impossible. Yet somehow, you manage to utter two words to your lover while your lower half screams in pain at you.

“Thank you…”

Daemon Targaryen:

It was no surprise to anyone when after a few mere moons after your marriage to the rogue Prince Daemon, you were announcing you were pregnant with his child.

The king had said his congratulations and announced a feast in his nephew or nieces name, and even Daemon had to admit the whole ceremony was wonderful.

Yet like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. The announcement of the first babe of the rogue prince turned sour as news quickly spread about how much pain you were in from them.

The babe refused to let you rest for even a second. All it did was kick and kick, and make you feel shitter than any other possible ailment in the world. You almost felt like having a conversation with the stranger after one too many bouts of particularly bad spells.

“You must let your muña rest ñuha trēsy… let ñuha jorrāelagon rest…” Daemon murmurs one night against the swollen bulge of your stomach. The warmth his dragon like body providing you with being possibly the best thing he’s given you since the day you married him.

“You know I do not understand a single thing you say in that tongue of yours…” You say, eyes closed as you relish in the lack of kicking and blinding pain. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was at least obvious now that your child had chosen favourites.

“Just because you cannot understand something does not mean you cannot understand the beauty of it.” Daemon murmurs, his voice gentle and nurturing as he continues attempting to soothe you.

His words to others would be considered strange and out of character. But as you’ve come to realise over the time of your betrothal and marriage, even though that shared time has lasted around only a year, you know deep down beneath the hardened dragon scale skin of his is a heart that bears solely for the life of those he loves. The latest addition being of course the babe of his own blood nestled in your belly.

It was such a lovely moment, and yet it seemed that would be the last of its kind the rest of the time your babe was steadily growing inside. The more time passed the less Daemons unusually warm body worked in soothing your unrelenting aches and pains.

“Are you okay ñuha jorrāelagon?” He asks one evening, his brows furrowed in what has become a near constant state of stress and worry for you. For is has now nearly been a full nine moons of pregnancy, and with that, it means the babe will hopefully be born.

“Unless you can get this child out of me with no pain,” You grunt, mentally cursing Daemons cock for being what it was. “Then I suggest you leave me be and allow me to wallow with the seed you yourself placed within me!”

For the first time in a while, Daemons worried stricken face turns cheery as he laughs at the familiar wit of yours that helped him to fall in love with you in the first place. The rest of the day is filled with similar circumstances, as while the babe continues to make your days a misery, Daemon is right by your side never ever venturing too far away from you.

You suppose it is why he insisted on being by your side when two days pass and you were on the birthing bed, his hand locked firmly in yours while your screams echo off the walls. You swear you can feel your cunt tear and drip with blood, yet with how much you screamed you honestly couldn’t be able to hear it.

“Please Daemon!” You beg, a multitude of tears running down your face. “Please make it stop!”

“It’ll be over soon ñuha jorrāelagon…” Daemon tries to comfort you with soft words and a tight reassuring grip, and yet his face clear as day is struck with fear and nervousness.

“You said that hours ago Daemon!” You sob, screaming even more as you feel the dragon spawn within you break even more of your innards. “I just want it out!”

“You will my love you will! You are strong and brave and a fighter! You will not die today do you hear me!?”

Daemons hands envelope the sides of your head to force you to look and him, and yet he’s utterly horrified when your eyes roll to the back of your head and your hand that was once clutching his shirt for dear life falls limply by your side.

Daemons words reach no bounds as he insults the maesters and common people alike, swearing if his wife was to die then all shall die with her. So even in the seven hells his wife can make sure she achieves the justice she deserves.

Yet it somehow enrages him further when by the next hour, the maesters have managed to successfully take out the babe from within you, and present it to him as his first born, whilst other maesters make quick work of stemming the bleeding and disposing of the evidence.

Daemons eyes watche as a wet nurse moves to take his son into her arms and takes him into another room so she can clean his son, and it’s not until they’ve left does he begin to shout.

“IS THAT ALL IT TOOK? MY WIFE WAS SCREAMING IN AGONY ON THE BED, BLOOD POURING OUT, AND YET IT IS ONLY WHEN YOUR LIVES ARE THREATENED DO YOU HELP HER?!” He yells, his hand clutching the hilt of dark sister as a reminder that he has the upper hand. He’s the prince of the realm. The rogue Prince. If he wanted to kill people then he will fucking kill someone.

The maesters faces turn ashen as they stand there, practically shaking as they fear for their lives. Daemon is almost tempted to actually kill them. To send a message that no one fucks around with the rogue princes wife. That is however, until he hears a stir behind him and feels a familiarly soft hand clutch his own that previously had clutched dark sister.

“My love!” Daemon breathes, his face one of pure joy as he drops the sword hastily and moves to clutch your still weak body in his arms. “I was so worried!”

“What have you done with my Daemon?” He can hear you say, the laughter in your tone surprising considering what had just happened.

“Don’t worry ñuha jorrāelagon, he was here a few moments ago, about to kill some pathetic fucking maesters…” Daemon begins, turning with a dark glare when he sees the said maesters still standing where they were before in fear. “But I suggest they scarper before dark sister becomes hungry for rat blood once more!”

This time, Daemon doesn’t turn back to watch them all practically run from the room. Not when there is someone in front of him so much more important.

“Where are they?” You say, your movements still sluggish as you wince while trying to turn your body to look around the room.

“Where is who ñuha jorrāelagon?” Daemon asks, preoccupied with finding the cup of milk of the poppy one of the maesters had said was somewhere in the room. A hum of satisfaction slipping his lips when he eventually sees it and grabs it, before placing it by your lips to try and force you to drink it.

“Where’s our baby?” You murmur, wincing again when the bitter taste of the drink runs down your throat. “I want to see them!”

“I will get him for you jorrāelagon.” Daemon says, moving to the direction of where the wet nurse had taken his son too. When he does find her, he does not care for whatever she has to say. Instead just moving to take the boy in his arms and walk back to you, who’s already sat up through the pain ready to see your son.

“Oh Daemon��” You breath, your eyes focused solely on the babe in his arms. “He’s beautiful…”

“He takes after you…” Daemon murmurs back. A soft smile on his face as he moves the boy into your arms. “What shall we name him my love?”

“What about Aenor? First of his name…”

“I love it…” Daemon murmurs, kissing the top of your sweat soaked head and moving to perch against the edge of the bed transfixed by the holy sight in front of him. “I love you…”

Aemond Targaryen:

Your husband wasn’t anything except attentive. Every moment after finding out you were with child he spent within meters of yourself. Even when you slept, his hand was always placed on your stomach.

“I would never allow myself to live if you were hurt ñuha vēzos.” Aemond would murmur against your skin, amongst other Valyrian words this time against the curve of your slowly swelling belly. Each one sending your skin further and further aflame with desire and love for your husband.

The whole pregnancy though, for the most of it, was smooth and ordinary. The baby had begun to kick a little after the fifth moon of your pregnancy, and Aemond was eager to experience every part of it. Yet when you’d passed the eighth moon, that was when everything began to turn on its head.

Pain was blooming in your stomach nearly everyday, and even with the maesters having to forcibly pour milk of the poppy down your throat, you had resisted firmly, not wanting the babies health to be put as such risk especially so close to the due date. Especially when you have been in the presence of the king, who openly abused the opioid near daily.

Yet the maesters with stern eyes and unwavering faces, claimed that if anything, it was the pain inside you that would risk the babies health. So whilst you wished pain on the maesters, they stood there stiffly with a near full to the brim cup of the drink. They watched every time you were needed to drink it. Even going as far as to make you open your mouth wide to make sure you weren’t resisting.

Aemond though like he had done so earlier in your pregnancy, was never as far as an arms reach. He never said anything to maesters face to face, yet he certainly did not hide his anger from you when the two of you would lay in bed holding one another in a close embrace.

“If it weren’t for the babe, I’d strike them where they stand…” He’d begun to murmur. Starting his now usual evening moan about how according to him, they weren’t good enough to care for his pregnant wife. Sometimes it’s sad as you realise how he at his lowest points believes even he is not good enough for you.

“Don’t let that stop you…” You indiscreetly murmur back, a clear glare on your face as you try to drink something to wash away the bitter taste of milk of the poppy.

“Dont you tempt me now ñuha vēzos… I very much can and will make my way to wherever those men lie and slaughter them before it’s time to break fast tomorrow.” Aemond chuckles, a comforting hand on your stomach where near instantly you can feel the babe kick twice. As if the babe was eager to say hello to its father.

“That’s right ñuha valītsos… kepa is here…” Aemond murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down your very spine. If you weren’t already eight moons pregnant, you very well would be eager to take him right at this moment and take his seed deep inside till it takes root.

“You are getting distracted valītsos…” Aemond says, smirking at the dark blush that spreads on your face. It matters not how long you’ve been married to Aemond for, since he’ll always manage to find a way to fluster him. You suppose it’s as fun for him as it is for you to fluster him. Though you suppose by doing that is how you ended up in this position in the first place…

“How can I not, when theres such a beautiful man in front of me?” You say, grinning triumphantly when Aemonds own face turns a light pink. It’s not as dark as your own, but even seeing Aemond blush without him trying to hide himself away counts as a win to you.

The two of you revel in the rare soft moment between you both, and it’s not long before you both fall asleep holding each other.

It felt so perfect at that moment, as all the previous worries about the babe swept away. The both of you honestly didn’t think the whole ordeal could get worse. That is however, until your waters broke and you were lying on the birthing bed. Your screams breaking Aemonds heart as he tries his best to comfort you to the best of his ability.

Yet his controlled anger and frustration comes out in waves as your screams continue further and further into the day, and the maesters it seems are no further to helping you than from when they started.

Aemond withholds every single urge to kill them for their insolence for your sake, given that they are supposedly they best men available to help bring his and your child into the world. Though when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body go limp after attempting to push the babe out again per the maesters instructions, all hell broke loose there and then.

“What have you done!?” Aemond yells, his voice whilst commanding also torn with how scared he feels at that moment. His uncles wife, and his grandsires wives had died in childbirth attempting to bring a child into the world. He cannot have such a thing happen to you.

“You are meant to help my wife not fucking kill her! If she is to die today then so shall all of you! Your blood shall stain these walls if she dies do you all understand!” He yells, tears brimming in his eyes from how emotional he currently feels. Aemond refuses to let go of you hand as the maesters scurry around like rats to appease him.

It’s not long before the sound of a babes cry brings him from his sorrowful thoughts.

“It’s a daughter my Prince.” One of the maesters says, before handing her off to a nearby maid presumably to go clean her off of all of your blood and other bodily fluids Aemond most certainly does not wish to be thinking of right now.

Instead, Aemond chooses to grab a lone damp cloth free from any uncleanliness, and carefully uses it to wipe away the sweat on your face. Yet even with all of that Aemond still believes you to be as beautiful as when he first ever saw you.

The sound of your blood onto the floor that Aemond had tried to ignore for his own sake earlier finally stops, and he’s grateful that the maid comes back with his daughter then so he doesn’t have to think about any of that.

“I will give the baby to a wetnurse my Prince for her first feed.” The maid begins to say, about to walk away. That is however before she feels the princes hand clutching tightly on her shoulder forbidding her to leave.

“She will feed from her mother.” Aemond says firmly, moving to take his daughter away from the silly woman’s grasp. “‘Twas a decision me and my wife made and you shall respect that. Now leave.”

The maid stands there a moment surprised, even looking to the maesters for guidance in the situation. But when Aemond looks up at them with a cold glare on his face and a sneer on his lips, both the maesters and the maid make quick work on leaving the Prince with his daughter in his arms and his unconscious wife by his side.

He does not know how long it is till you finally begin to stir, and yet it does not matter. All that does matter is that you woke at all.

“How are you feel ñuha vēzos?” Aemond murmurs, his daughter in one arm as in the other he holds the cup holding the milk of the poppy he makes you drink. Making sure you don’t waste a drop.

“Like I’ve given birth…” You simply say, suddenly focusing on the baby in Aemonds arms. “Is that-“

“Yes ñuha vēzos. This is our daughter.”

Aemonds hands her to you, and when she begins to stir it’s almost instantly you bring down your dress and place her near your breast. Hissing slightly as she begins to immediately nurse from it.

“She’s beautiful.” You find yourself saying, refusing to take your eyes from her. “She looks like you sweet husband.”

“She may look like me but I believe she has her mother’s beauty.” Aemond says, moving to hold your hand in his. “What shall we name her my love?”

“What about Elaenor?”

“It’s perfect…” Aemond says, kissing the top of your head. “She’s perfect…”

Jacaerys Velaryon:

It appears Jacaerys was ever as loyal as they say. As even after being married in an arranged fashion, and finding out you were pregnant with his child after consummating the marriage, his presence was never far from you.

When in the middle of the night sickness plagued your body, it was Jace who was right there next to you with a bucket in hand. Even going as far as to hold your hair back with his hand so no sick could ruin it.

“Is this what it is like for all women?” Jace asks, attempting to smooth you while you once again throw your dinner up into a bucket, groaning whilst you do so.

“Only the lucky…” You moan, about to turn to look at your husband before you find yourself immediately needing to throw up again.

At first, it was strange to you to have a husband be so close and eager to be by up side, given the stories that your mother had told you. Yet now, you honestly could not think of your marriage without the little services Jace provides you with.

Whenever you find yourself craving a certain food, no matter how bizarre or disgusting it may seem to him, Jace was always willing to call a maid and inform her to make it for you.

“Thank you husband.” You sigh in delight, chewing on some honey dipped carrots in the comfort of yours and Jaces bed.

“It is no problem my lady.” He says, awkwardly perched by the edge of the bed covers while he watches you eat.

“You can come closer Jace…” You laugh, patting the side of the bed indicating your want to have him closer to you. His warmth comforting. His smile kind. “You have seen me naked before. I do not think you have the ability right now to be shy. Call me by my name Jace. It is only fair since I have been calling you by yours.”

“Of course… wife.” Jace smiles, a strange girlish sounding giggle leaving your lips as he moves himself closer and opens his arms so he can enclose you in them. “Has the babe been bothering you much today?”

“Only as much as usual.” You sigh, choosing to invite his pointed stare in honour of eating another one of your special foods. “Though not as much as I have been eating these.”

“That is good.” He simply says, softly kissing the top of your head as he touches the skin of your arms with his hand. “That is good…” He repeats again more gentler than the last.

The next few months all went smooth as they could go. You were still throwing up in the mornings and some evenings, and experienced some horrible cramps once every few weeks. What was the most difficult and painful thing you had to endure however, was the birth of the babe itself.

It felt like it was ripping out of you. Screams pierced the air as it felt as if the babe was determined to take your insides out with it.

“It hurts!” You cry, holding Jaces hand so hard he has to hide any audible winces in pain, as whilst he is not the most experience man with women, he knew at that moment to not even think about saying his own pain. Not when he could tell his pain was like a mere headache compared to your own.

“It will soon be over!” Jace says, trying to squeeze your hand in an attempt to comfort you and let you know he is here. But with how much pain is flowing through your system he honestly doubts you can feel it right now.

“I just want it out!” You yell, screaming again as the maester intruders you to push. It’s almost like a rhythm, as when the maester tells you to push, you push. And when you push, you scream at the top of your lungs. It’s like that for what feels like hours and hours on end.

Yet soon, it’s finally over, as the maester finally steps away from you holding a crying baby. The maester looks at him, and shows him his crying daughter.

“A daughter my Prince.” The maester says, placing her in Jaces arms. Your husband’s eyes unable to tear away from the smallest child he thinks he’s ever seen. Possibly smaller than Joffrey from when he saw him as a child.

He turns to you to show you with a smile on his face, but that soon disappears when he sees your face.

“My love?” Jace begins, looking worriedly at your pale sweat layered skin. “You do not look well…”

You try to answer, and yet you even with all your strength you cannot even find yourself able to move your lips, your head even.

That though is when Jace turns his own head and sees the frantic moving of all the maesters and ladies in the room. It’s when he hears a most frightening of sounds. The sound of your blood falling and dripping onto the stone floor. It’s almost worse when he sees how deeply stained your dress is by your own blood.

He’s frozen as he stands there, completey horrified by what he’s seeing and hearing and yet he cannot find himself able to move. His daughter still in his arms, only it’s when she begins to fuss and make sound does another lady in waiting take her into her own arms to put her from the room.

The maesters are beginning to yell now. At the ladies in waiting mainly but to each other a handful of times too. They sound too loud. But that may be because Jace hasn’t said a word since you collapsed against a bed. He does not know what it is he should say. He does not know what it is he should do. His mother has insisted he be in the birthing room alone with his wife, and yet here he is standing alone in the middle of it looking like an idiot.

Yet while he’s thinking, it’s like some sort of driven force when he suddenly realises he’s been holding your hand. Your skin feeling cold and damp from sweat, and Jace stays there the entire time holding onto your hand and staring at you face. He commits to memory the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, and the feeling of your heartbeat in his hand. He blocks out the sounds of chaos and panic, and chooses to focus on you.

Jacaerys slowly watches the colour bloom back into your face when the maesters finally manage to stem the flow of your blood and keep it inside you. Yet when he sees you open your eyes sluggish and exhausted, he cannot help but have his heart speed in happiness and joy. The smiles may have to come later though.

"My love, how do you feel?" Jace asks, still clutching your hand as he edges himself closer to you.

"Like l've given birth.." You simply say, even smiling as you slowly turn your head to look around the room. "Where is the babe?"

"She is with one of the ladies in the other room, if you wish me to fetch her I shall." He asks, watching as your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in what he can only say in a comedic fashion. Not that he'd dare mention that here though that is.

"We have a daughter…" You say, so silently that he barely even heard you. "Yes. Yes I want to see her!"

"I will go get the lady." Jace says, letting go of your hand for the first time in hours and admittedly as soon as he escapes your sights wipes the thick layer of sweat lingering on his hand on his shirt.

When he arrives back with his daughter in his arms though, he cannot help but smile as he watches your entire face light up at the sight of the babe with what could only be utter awe.

"We did that..." You say, reaching out and immediately rocking the small girl when she's in your arms. "We made her..."

“Yes…” Jace can’t help but agree with you, placing his hand on you as he sits beside you on the bed, watching you as you hold his and your child closely to your breasts. “We made her…”

[fragileheartbeats]

[ironthroneconquerors]

[yoonivy]

symptom of your touch.

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre. smut & angst. friends with benefits.

All through his life, Aemond got used to it; toiling for the things that Aegon is freely given. But you… You were the only exception. Aemond cannot bear to lose you to Aegon too.

warnings. rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, dirty talk & degradation, mirror sex. unrequited love.

author’s note. titled after the aly & aj song but also heavily inspired by a taylor swift song!

word count. 7k+

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It is Aegon who invited you to come over to watch movies with his family that night. 

But when you make the two second walk from your front door to his just next door, your best friend isn’t even there.

“Where is he?”

Daeron shrugs at your question, opening the door wider so you can step inside the Targaryen household. “Dunno. He left, like, half an hour ago, though.”

You heave a sigh, tapping the phone in your hand. 

To Aegon — where are you????

You hear their mother, Alicent, calling you from the kitchen so you make your way there.

“Hey, sweetie,” she greets with a gentle smile when she sees you. “Have you ate, yet?”

You nod, slipping onto an island stool beside Helaena. “I ate dinner just before I came over.”

You caress your hand on Aegon’s younger sister’s arm as a form of hello and she smiles sweetly at you while her mother lifts up a tupperware for you to see. “Well there’s leftovers here if you get hungry later, okay?”

“Thanks, Alicent,” you chirp as Alicent stores the food inside the refrigerator. 

After an exhausted huff that causes the tendrils of the loosened hair from her bun to fly, Alicent still manages to give you a grin. “No problem, my love,” then with a frown, she looks down at the smatchwatch on her wrist. “Do you know where Aegon is? I thought we’re having a movie night?”

You shake your head. “I texted him but he hasn’t answered yet.”

“That boy… I swear…” 

“Let’s just start without him,” Daeron suggests, strolling into the room to grab a can of Coke from the fridge. Alicent grabs the drink from his grasp before he could open it.

“You’ve already had too much today,” is all Alicent says when the soon to be high school senior whines out ‘mooom!’ .

“We can watch a movie we know he won’t like first so he doesn’t get mad when he comes back during the middle of it,” Helaena speaks up just as your phone vibrates with a new message.

From Aegon — i’ll be back soon 😘 — just start without me

You scowl, noting that he didn’t really answer your question. But whatever. 

“Aegon said to start without him,” you tell his family. 

Alicent sighs, head shaking. Then she turns to Helaena with a smile, “Bug, can you pick the movie?”

Helaena nods enthusiastically, hopping off the stool to do just that.

“Daeron, help me with the snacks,” Alicent instructs, already grabbing bowls from the cupboards. “And ____, sweetie, can you get Aemond? He’s in his room.”

The request has you gnawing on your bottom lip, reluctant, but you take a deep breath and say, “Yeah, sure.”

Alicent looks over her shoulder, kind eyes on you. “Thank you.”

Then her attention is back on Daeron, who once again tries to open a can of pop. “Daeron!”

You leave them to enter the small hallway, stopping at the bottom of the staircase. You stare up at the second floor, anxiousness twisting knots in your stomach. 

You have not spoken to Aemond since the party at Quentyn Martell’s last weekend.

You still remember the crushing look of hurt on his handsome face when you told him what you needed to tell him, all too well.

Every step you take up the stairs reminds you how awful you’ve been to him all summer. It was completely unintentional, but you can’t deny how selfish you’ve been. Especially since you know that Aemond would be willing to do it over and over again if you only asked him to.

You rap on Aemond’s door with the back of your hand, hearing him call from inside, “Yes?”

“We’re, um, gonna start movie night now…” you trail off, speaking to the closed door. Your voice is so soft, like you don’t want to be heard by him. “If you wanna—”

The door suddenly swings open, and you meet Aemond’s wide open stare. 

You cannot help but stare back. You still cannot believe this is your best friend’s younger brother. The gangly boy you grew up with. 

Aemond has filled out more, still lean yet definitely defined in all the right places. He chopped off his gorgeously long hair into a cropped haircut for the first time in forever. Although you were initially sad about the haircut, the short hair grew on you. Especially when he styled it to part neatly to the side — he looks so handsome.

When you saw him for the first time in the beginning of the summer, you thought you were dreaming.

His first year away from home was good to him.

“Hey,” you breathe out, offering him a wavering smile.

He takes you in completely, violet eyes washing over you. Every second has you feeling smaller, nervous for his final reaction. Then finally — “Hey.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you. And you feel so uneasy, you had to turn away from his stare, cocking your head down the stairs. “Um, we should…”

Frowning, Aemond nods. “Right.”

He slips out his room to walk ahead of you, and for some reason your stupid, stupid guilty conscious makes a grab for his arm to stop him on his track.

“Wait, Aemond–” He stiffens under your touch. You press your lips together before asking, “Do you want to talk about what happened first?”

Aemond whips his head to look at you, and you notice the dark circles under his sullen eyes. He looks so sad and you hate yourself because you know you are the reason. 

He shakes his head slowly, prying your hands off him with such gentle care. You’re not sure if he is trying not to hurt you or himself. “No. Let’s just have a good night tonight, alright?”

After a tentative nod, you follow him down the stairs and to the living room, lagging a few steps behind to give him space.

Unfortunately, since the two of you are the last to arrive, the only seat available is beside each other on the couch. But luckily, since Aegon isn’t there yet, there is a comfortable space between the two of you. 

After the second movie is done, Alicent heads to bed first for work in the early morning. Being a widowed mother for eight years already, Alicent has gotten used to being the breadwinner for the family even if now her children are helping support her — with the three oldest already in university with decent paying jobs on the side. She can stop working if she wanted to — Viserys left a big inheritance — but you think she’s just lonely and needs something to occupy her time during the year when the home is empty except for her and Daeron.

Halfway through the third movie, Helaena says her goodnight with a yawn. She hugs you and Aemond, then kisses Daeron’s forehead (which he pretends to be grossed out by), before she heads upstairs to her room.

Before the fourth movie even starts, Daeron’s snores are resounding loud in the room, mouth wide open and asleep on the reclined leather chair. Aemond sits up to throw the blanket that Helaena had abandoned on his little brother and then settles right back down beside you — even though there is another couch now empty for him to sit on.

With Aemond by your side the entire night, you tried not to look at your phone out of respect for him and his feelings. But as it gets later and later, you can’t help but start looking between the television playing the fourth movie, your phone, and the door like clockwork. 

You’re worried. It’s already past midnight and Aegon is still not home. 

You’ve sneakily texted him a couple of times during the first two movies, but he hasn’t answered. 

You open up SnapChat now, knowing that would probably give you an idea on where he might be. 

Of course, the first story you see is of Aegon sticking his tongue down Jeyne Westerling’s throat just 10 minutes ago.

You close off the app with a disgusted grunt, finally deciding it’s time to go.

“I’m gonna head home,” you tell Aemond after an irritated huff. 

“I– alright…”

When you stand up, Aemond does too. He follows you to the front door.

“You can stay the night,” Aemond says before you step into your shoes.

You stand up straight, still no shoes on, to give him a wan smile, “I have my perfectly good bed just next door, Aemond.”

Aemond nods slow, glaring at the ground. Then his gaze flicks up to meet yours, his purple eyes so intense that your mouth parts in a soft gasp. He presses his lips together to wet him with his tongue, and rephrases his previous statement into a question, “Do you want to stay the night… with me?”

Your heart catches in your throat.

“I thought that– Didn’t you—” you draw a slow, deep breath; trying again so you don’t stumble your words anymore, “You said you wanted to stop this.”

“I was drunk when I said that.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” you remind him.

Aemond scoffs, looking off to the side. “Then that saying is clearly false.”

Then his gaze finds yours again, wide and imploring. Don’t make me ask again, his pretty violet eyes say, because you know I will. I always will.

You should say no and go home. 

It’s a terrible idea and you’ll regret it now that you know how much it hurts him when you leave him after.

But your better judgment gets away from you, remembering how Aemond’s body feels against yours. 

“Okay…I’ll stay the night, ” You tell him, slow yet sure. “…With you.”

Aemond lets out a shuddering breath he had been holding, cupping your face to pull you into an unhurried and tender kiss. It’s sweet and chaste. That’s how it always starts.

As quiet as you both can, you slip into his room together, Aemond’s hand holding yours. 

As soon as he locks his door behind him, Aemond’s mouth is on yours again. This time with more heat, stoking a burning flame deep in your loins. His large hands slip under your shirt, grasping tight on your hips. When your mouth parts with a keening mewl, he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss with a pleasured grunt of his own.

Aemond pulls apart from you, glancing down to unbutton and unzip your jeans with experienced quickness. 

“Off,” he commands between heaving breaths, watching you through dark and hooded eyes as you do exactly what he says. 

When you kick away your jeans, Aemond is already pulling you back to him and pushing your back against the wall, lifting up your right leg around his waist to grind the hard bulging in his pants against your panty covered core. 

You stutter out a moan into his mouth, and he hushes you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and nipping until they feel swollen and raw. You damage his the same with every fervent kiss you crush against his mouth. 

Neither of you stop, unable to pull away from the other’s lips or grinding hips. Not even when Aemond slips a hand down and pressed his fingers onto the cotton of your frilly black panty, the pads of his fingers becoming wet and sticky at the contact. 

It has him choking out an airy moan, cursing under his breath. “Seven Hells…  you’re soaked.”

You bite at his shoulder to suppress a whine, bucking into his fingertips as they tease the sensitive button between your thighs. 

“All for me, right, pretty girl?” He huskily murmurs in your ear, his finger rubbing and rubbing until your legs start to shake around him. 

You nod fervently at Aemond’s question, and he rewards you with a smirk, another bruising kiss, and his fingers pulling your panty to the side to trace up and down the folds of your cunt. He spreads your slick with every slow glide, and it has you needy for something more. 

“Aemond, please…”

He lets out a husky chuckle as you feel his fingers teasing at your entrance. You move your hips to try to force it to slip into you, but Aemond pulls away with a playful hum. “Uh-Uh.” 

Your mouth opens to protest, but then Aemond suddenly tucks a finger inside you. It has you keening and whining instead, grasping onto him tightly.

“Good girl,” Aemond praises breathily against your temple. He put another finger in beside the first and starts fucking into you at a moderate pace and occasionally scissoring wide. You wince at the stretch but you love it. His fingers slide slowly in and out of you, deeper each time until they’re all the way down to the knuckles, curling so it hits your sweet spot. Biting down your bottom lip, you stifle a moan as you come undone, dripping onto Aemond’s hand. He groans without stopping the flick of his wrists, keeps you shaking and writhing against him throughout your whole orgasm, “That’s it… That’s a good girl.”

Once you’re spent, Aemond pulls his fingers out of you. He brings it up between you, both noticing how much it gleams, fully covered in your juices. Keeping his gaze in yours, Aemond presses his soaked digits against your bottom lip, which you open without hesitation, darting your tongue out to taste yourself on him. Aemond grunts, sticking his fingers deeper in your mouth. Eyelash fluttering at him, you close your lips around his digits with a hum, sucking and licking until your essence is nearly gone. 

Aemond grins in satisfaction, gaze soft with endearment, and then he is kissing you once more.

“I can’t wait any more,” he tells you, pressing his hard bulge onto you as evidence of that. 

Stumbling onto the bed, Aemond falls over you; his mouth hot on the juncture of your jaw and neck; and his hand spanning wide and grazing up your ribcage, dragging your shirt up with him.

He groans when his thumb brushes across the underside of your breast, finding you bare.

“Knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath, little tease,” he sneers in your ear, biting at the lobe while his fingers twists at a nipple until it pebbles under his touch. “That’s why you came over, right? Wanted me begging for another taste?”

Eyes squeezing shut, you shake your head no. 

That’s not what you wanted. You didn’t come over to hurt him again.

But when Aemond dips down and his warm mouth latches onto the nipple on the side of your chest that his hand was not already groping tenderly, your back arches for him. For more.

And so there might have been a small chance that he is right in his assumptions.

You feel Aemond’s teeth grazing your skin. And when you glance down at him with a whimper, he meets your gaze with mirth and something more feral in his own. Then he is biting down around the well-sucked and hardened nub, teeth marks replacing the one he made there last week that is fading away. 

As your hand threads through his hair, Aemond’s tongue laves across the valley of your breast, tasting salt skin, and then proceeds to do the same to that nipple exactly what he had done to the one before. 

His hand trails down, pushing your underwear aside once more to press his fingers inside again — though this time, it’s slow and his thumb is drawing lazy circles around your clit.

You come for the second time that night like that, from the combination of him fingerfucking you and biting your chest multiple times as if laying his claim on you.

Aemond sits up on his knees to look down at you. 

He admires the sight of you laying under him with your shirt rucked up over your tits, heavily breathing, nipples wet and raw from his mouth, and your cunt dripping for him while your thighs are covered in your mess that he made of you. 

Aemond hunches over, a palm pressed on the mattress just beside your head and his other hand gripping so tightly around your jaw that your mouth falls open.

“You’re such a messy slut ,” Aemond sneers at you, but his tone has a hint of lightness in it, praiseful; and when he spits in your mouth right after, you swallow it down with a contented mewl. There’s a glint of possessiveness in Aemond’s dilated eyes, the violet irises hardly visible anymore.

“ My messy slut,” he all but growls, kissing you again and again and again. 

There is something about the way Aemond kisses you. It is like he is trying to put all his mounting feelings there against your lips, because he knows if he says it aloud, you will just likely run away. 

So you let him. Let Aemond kiss you as though the two of you are lovers. Like this isn’t just a beneficial arrangement between two lonely and desperate people.

When he pulls back, he stares at you for a while, his hand curled at the side of your face while his thumb tenderly grazes along the fullness of your cheek. He licks his lips, as if he is going to say something, but then he stops and shakes his head to himself.

“Come on, get on all fours,” he commands instead, laying a solid smack on your outer thigh to get you moving. You roll over, getting on your elbows and knees while also throwing a playful glare over your shoulder at him, mouthing a reminder that his sister is just in the room next door. 

After rolling his eyes, Aemond pulls his shirt off and throws it carelessly somewhere in his room and pulls his jeans and underwear enough for his hard cock to spring out.

You entice him with a sway of your hips, and what you get in return is a slap over your cunt. It makes you accidentally yelping out loud, but you cut it off by dropping your head forward to bite down on the pillow beneath you. 

“Act like a whore and you get treated like one,” Aemond reminds you, gripping your hips hard enough to leave indents of crescent moons on your skin. You nod in understanding, smearing makeup all over his pillowcase. 

Aemond grabs the fat of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. It feels so lewd, how you feel him leering at the way both your holes clenches, how you’re absolutely dripping down your legs and onto the cover of his bed.

“The prettiest little pussy in the whole Seven Kingdoms,” Aemond murmurs, so softly as if he had not meant to say it out loud, and yet the compliment sends a thrill down your spine while you whimper for him.

But that does not compare to the noise you make when he gathers up saliva in his mouth, only to slowly dribble it out to drop onto you, letting it drip down the cleft of your ass all the way down through the folds of your pussy. “But it’s so soaked and eager for cock like a slut.”

You can’t help but hum in agreement, pushing back to grind your ass along his length. He lays a wet smack to your ass for that little disobedient act, though before you can arch away, he pulls you towards him, his cock spearing you wide open. In this position, you feel every twitch of the veins on his cock while he reaches so deep inside you. The leaking head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot with every thrust of his hips against your ass. You shut your eyes to focus on the wonderful feeling.

“Gods, you’re so tight and sweet,” Aemond hisses, throwing his head back. The way your cunt squeezes around him is like a chokehold. It’s hard for him to breathe at how amazing it feels, his body moving and his heart racing for more. 

He looks back down again, the sight of the mixture of his precum and your juices frothing around the base of his cock as he slams into you again and again has him groaning.

He grabs onto a fistful of your hair, pulls you up until your back hits his chest. The new position has you sinking down on his cock, writhing and mewling with every inch you take.

“Look up,” Aemond whispers in your ear, and when your eyes finally flutter open, you see the reflection of yourself and Aemond in the mirrored sliding door of his closet. It is quite a sight – your red-rimmed eyes, your tear stained cheeks, the heavy heaving of your arched chest, the hickeys and bite marks all over your body, and the way your glistening cunt is stretched so wide around Aemond’s huge cock. “Gods, you’re gorgeous. And you look so good getting fucked.”

To prove his point, he guides you to ride him with his hands on your hips. 

“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart,” Aemond orders as he pulls your hair back tighter, fucking up into you when he pushes your hips down. You moan out his name which makes him smirk, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your incoherent and pleasured noises. “Shh… Shh… Shh… If you get any louder, someone’s gonna barge in here and see how you’re such a cockslut for me… So just keep quietly taking my cock like a good little girl, yeah?”

Nodding, you press your lips together in hopes to obey him, not wanting to get punished when you are so close. You watch yourself in the mirror getting fucked so roughly, the heat inside you continuing to build up.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” Aemond hotly murmurs against the side of your neck, leaving more hickeys there as a reminded of tonight.

You’re greedy. So greedy. 

You love the way Aemond makes you feel.  

He fucks you rough and hard in the way you crave; but with every touch, you feel his adoration for you.

You revel in it. 

Greedy. Greedy. Greedy. 

“Come on, baby, come on my cock — Fuck! You look so good, bouncing on my cock… Can’t wait to fill your tight little cunt… Gonna breed you— yeah? You like that, little slut? Fuck, that’s what I thought…”

Aemond loses it when you nod at his accusation of you wanting him to breed you. He drives into you until your eyes start to roll back, seeing stars.

You made him this way. This is how you slowly coaxed him to take you. When this first started, Aemond was sweet and caring, cooing praises into your ear with every slow thrust of his hips. But as it went on, you asked more of him. A hand squeezing around your neck, a strike rippling your bottom until it’s bruised, had him uttering spiteful and awful names that made you cry —  you don’t know why but that’s how you like it. 

(Perhaps it’s because of the rumors you heard about another Targaryen guy who likes to fuck girls just as roughly.)

At the thought, you come impossibly hard. Your squirt goes everywhere, has Aemond slipping out at how wet it is. He groans in both frustration and satisfaction, pushing back inside you just in time to fill you up to the brim with his cum. He empties inside you, rolling your hips against him until you are too sensitive, whimpering for him to hold on a second. 

Aemond does not care and does not give you a moment to catch your breath, already pushing you back down on the bed and turning you on your side, lifting your leg to hang on his shoulder and guides his already hardened cock back inside you again. Though feeling oversensitive now, you can’t deny how much you want more. Until you can’t think anymore about why your best friend still hasn’t made his way home yet or whose bed he ended up in tonight.

Aemond fucks you until the morning light, has you shaking and quivering and cumming in every new position — on your back, in a mating press, his tongue spreading over you, behind you again… 

It’s because it has been a week since he had you, so really, he is just making up for lost time.

--

You wake up cuddling with Aemond, after only a few hours of sleep. But you feel well rested despite that and the strenuous activities you partook in all night and early morning. 

Humming in content, you nuzzle your face into the nape of Aemond’s neck. Surprisingly, this morning you are the big spoon, your arm and leg thrown over Aemond’s body like a clingy koala.  

Ever the light sleeper, the butterfly kisses you leave on his spine has Aemond stirring, turning his body in a still half-asleep pace to face you. 

“Mornin’,” he drawls huskily, an adorable sleepy grin on his lips. 

“Good morning,” you greet back with a smile, a bit more chirpy and awake. You lean in to give him a sweet peck on his lips, but Aemond pulls you in for something deeper as his hand slides to the nape of your neck in a possessive hold. You mewl as his tongue slips in your mouth and when you feel him thickening up against your thigh.

Gently, you push him onto his back, mouth still on each other with passionate kisses as you climb on top of him. You only part for his lips for a second to grab his hard cock to ease your cunt over it, sliding him inside you with a wet squelch. 

Aemond sighs at the tight clench of your walls around him, languidly kissing you while you roll your hips over him. The sex is slow and sweet, gentler than all the ones the two of you had in the last eight hours.

You cream around him in such a lovely way, softly moaning his name in his ear for only him to hear. That’s all it takes for Aemond to come inside you again.

“I need to pee,” you tell Aemond a couple minutes later, your fingers running gently through his hair while his face is tucked into the crook of your shoulder.

Aemond doesn’t immediately let you free, he even tightens his arms around you. He pulls his head back though, the back of it hitting the wall behind him, just to peer at your pretty face. 

“Just piss on my cock… You’d probably like that,” he says with a teasing smirk.

You shove at him, laughing as you get up from his softened length and off the bed too. “Shut up!”

Once you find your tiny crop top, you put it on. You find your underwear too, but it’s so ruined that you throw it at Aemond instead. He catches it easily, balling it up in his hand and takes a deep inhale, all the while without taking his gaze off you.

Though the sight makes you heat up from head to toe, you wrinkle your nose at him. “Gross.”

Aemond only grins. He knows you well enough — you like depraved shit like that. If you already weren’t so stuffed full of his cum, he’ll probably find you wet again just from his little panty sniffing stunt. 

As you put on your jeans and socks, you and Aemond are making playful conversation.

It’s easy. It’s nice. It feels a little too domestic that it has Aemond thinking this could be a start of something. But he knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up like this.

“— I still can’t believe the Oberyn Martell is actually going to be a professor at your uni next year…”

“You know, it’s never too late to transfer,” Aemond tells you with a frown. The school he is attending now was your dream school all your life, and yet when you got in, you declined the offer – to go to the same school as his brother. “You got in once. You can easily do it again.”

“Yeah, but…” You are standing by his desk, flipping through the brochure detailing the seminars Oberyn Martell, a famous political journalist, will be holding for the rest of the year before his official classes for the next year at Dorne University. You shrug, sending a weak smile his way, “King is pretty good too. I’ve no real complaints except for…”

In the middle of speaking, you trail off, staring out the window as a heavy revving of an old car engine can be heard outside.

Aemond already knows who it is. 

It’s Aegon, pulling up into the driveway in his sleek red 1968 Shelby. But what really gives it away is how your brows knit together as you watch Aegon walk up the pathway, whistling happily without a care in the world, as if he wasn’t out all night making you worried sick.

Aemond is looking at you the same – longingly and sad. Hoping and wishing and praying for you to feel something for him, even just a tiny bit of what you feel for his older brother. 

“I should go,” you tell Aemond with a wan smile after you quickly check yourself in the mirror to fix anything amiss.  

Sighing tiredly, all Aemond can do is nod as he stares down on his lap.

Without another word, you leave him there glancing down at his hands that just touched you all night, memorized every curve of your body, and found all the right places that made you sing in pleasure.

But it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

--

Aemond heads downstairs ten minutes after you left, already hearing laughter coming from the kitchen. The air smells of fresh brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and waffles. 

He passes by Daeron in the living room. The youngest Targaryen has a plate of all of that beside where he sits on the ground while his focus is on the story-driven zombie apocalyptic video game on the television screen. 

When Aemond arrives at the kitchen, he stands by the arch of the door, leaning on his side against it with his arms crossed in front of him. 

He hates how his heart aches, watching as you laugh so joyfully at a story Aegon is animatedly telling while he pours maple syrup on a plate of waffles that the two of you were sharing . Aemond knows you don’t like things too sweet, and yet you allow Aegon to drown the waffles until they are soggy.  

It’s always like this. You give, Aegon takes. You give up your dream school because Aegon’s fragile ego couldn’t handle being rejected and wants you beside him at all times. You let him treat you like shit because you are so in love with him. 

You’re so enraptured by Aegon’s attention finally on you that you don’t even notice that Aemond has been there for a while. 

Aegon tells a joke that has you laughing so hard, your head tilting back to expose your neckline.

All of the sudden, Aegon stops laughing with you, a frown on his face as his hand reaches out to touch a mark on your neck. “I didn’t know you’re hooking up with someone…”

Clearing your throat, you pull away from his touch, smoothing your hair down to hide the mark. “I’m not.”

Aegon rolls his eyes, “Oh, cause you really gave yourself a hickey… right. So who is it?” He starts to name all the guys the two of you know, and everytime you shake your head and tell him to stop, he just gets even more annoyed and angry. 

Aemond can tell that Aegon is jealous, always so possessive of you even though he doesn’t want you. But you don’t notice, you just think he’s mad cause he thinks you are screwing one of his friends.

“Can you just let it go, Aegon?” You grit out, after telling him once again that no, you are not screwing either of the Cargyll twins.

“I don’t get why you won’t tell me who it is? I tell you about all the girls I hook up with all the time!”

“And you think I want to know?”

“Just– tell me–”

“She said to let it go, Aegon,” Aemond barks out, finally making his presence known. 

Aegon stares between his brother and you, breathing heavily in anger. 

“Whatever. I don’t need this,” Aegon fumes in conclusion, storming out the kitchen door that leads to the backyard, and it slams close behind him.

Chewing at your lip, your gaze is set on the door he just left from.

Aemond takes a tentative step towards you. “Don’t, ___…” You glance towards him, the telltale sign that you are about to burst out crying evident in the hiccupy way you are trying to get air through your parted mouth. Aemond presses his lips together, trying to convince you to stay by how carefully he is approaching you. You deserve to be treated as a first choice. Aemond would always treat you as such. “Stop… Stop always being at his beck and call.”

You seem to think about it. Maybe he can finally get through to you — but then the revving of Aegon’s car is so loud, it snaps you out of it. You frown, eyes watering. “I’m so sorry, Aemond…”

Then you are running out after Aegon like you always seem to be.

And for the third time that summer, you crush Aemond’s heart beyond repair.

--

Summer’s ending, and every single day, Aemond’s wishing for it to just be over.  

Sure he can change his flight back to Sunspear to an earlier one, but he knows his mother would question why and also be incredibly sad about it. Aemond does not have the heart to do that to her. 

He has all his luggage packed already, eager to just book it to the airport as soon as he is able to. 

It’s been too much to bear. He still sees you pretty much every day but he hasn’t talked to you since that morning a week and half ago. 

But of course, you and Aegon have reconciled. Attached to the hips once again. Best friends forever and ever and ever and ever — just like the two of you would often promise each other since you were young. 

Aemond calls it the honeymoon period. When you and Aegon make up after a fight (one that Aegon is usually the cause of and the one that starts it for no reason) and spend every waking minute together for the next few weeks. Aegon will demand for your time whenever he wants it, has you waiting by your phone for his call and canceling plans that he is not a part of. You don’t seem to mind though, as long as Aegon showers you with needy and dependent affections… Until a new girl catches his eyes that has him wagging his tail and tongue hanging out. He then neglects your friendship in pursuit to get in her bed, causing another fight.  

Rinse and repeat. 

The cycle will never end. 

Not unless you end it. Decide that you’ve had enough of Aegon treating you like a convenient option instead of a priority. 

Or more unlikely, for Aegon to finally return your feelings. 

But Aemond highly doubts either of those will ever happen. 

“Hey, are you ready yet?”

Speak of the devil…

Aegon peeks his head inside Aemond’s room. He didn’t even bother to at least knock before he barged in. He takes a look at where Aemond is sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his hands — dressed in dark blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a black short-sleeved shirt loose and unbuttoned over it. 

“Oh good, you are!” Aegon then opens the door wider. “Actually, can I talk to you about something?”

Aemond huffs in irritation, and before he can even answer, Aegon steps inside like he owns the place, closing the door behind him.

Aegon takes his sweet time – glancing around, picking up things on Aemond’s desk to look at, then putting it back down, flicking at the picture taped on the wall… Finally, he turns to face Aemond and comes out with it, “Do you know who _____ is hooking up with?”

Aemond’s eyes widen slightly but then quickly keeps his expression carefully neutral, not wanting to give anything away. “No. Why would I know?”

Aegon nods slowly, but there’s something about the way his lips purses to the side seems disbelieving.

Aemond clears his throat after standing up from the bed. “Why are you even asking me?” 

Did you tell Aegon something? About you and him?

“I dunno, just asking…” Aegon shrugs, mouth pulled down in an exaggerated frown. “…You two have been spending a lot of time together lately, so I just thought you would know.”

With narrowed eyes, Aemond reminds him, “The only reason we’ve been spending a lot of time together is because you’re always ditching her for other girls.” 

Aegon licks his lips and then grins uncomfortably at how his younger brother just called him out. “I see that now… I think it’s because I—“ Aegon stops mid sentence and sniffs noisily, rubbing his hand over his mouth as he starts to pace a bit. 

Aemond is quick to pick up on his brother’s odd behaviour and eyes him quizzically. 

Then Aegon stops and looks directly into Aemond’s eyes — an expression of open vulnerability sets on Aegon’s features that Aemond feels his stomach drop. 

Oh fuck no… Don’t you fucking dare say it, Aemond thinks with a slight shake of his head. 

“I think I like her, Aemond,” Aegon confesses, eyes wide and watery. “I think I’m gonna tell her tonight.”

At his sides, Aemond clenches his fists, his nails biting into his palms enough to hurt. But his expression remains unbothered, apathetic even. 

“Why are you telling me as if I care what you do with your life?”

Aegon chuckles with a roll of his eyes. “ Please, I’m not a complete idiot…” He is grinning as he takes a step closer to Aemond. “I know you’re in love with her…” Aemond cringes at the truth being said so loud in his otherwise quiet room. “…and you have been ever since we were young.”

Aemond’s glare on Aegon is heated. 

So Aegon knew, and yet he always held your loyalty and preference to him over Aemond’s head.

With another step forward, Aegon is right in front of Aemond. The younger Targaryen’s nostrils flare, trying to keep his anger in check with his steady breathing. 

“And I’m not cruel, Mondy…” Aegon says, and yet he is looking up at him with a taunting smirk. “I care about you, so I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

Then, just as he is about to turn and leave Aemond’s room, he clamps a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, fingers digging in as he sneers into Aemond’s ear, “And just so you know… I intended to replace every filthy mark you’ve stained on her body with my own.”

Aegon’s smirk then turns to a playful smile as he lightly smacks Aemond’s cheek twice. “Mum wants to leave soon to get a good spot at the beach, so hurry up, yeah?”

Once again alone in his room, Aemond lets out the ragged breath he had not known he was even holding. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed, pressing the heels of his palms against his forehead enough to hurt — but it's still not as bad as the squeezing of his heart.

--

It is a Targaryen family tradition to celebrate the annual summer festival that marks the end of summer at Blackwater Bay beach. But obviously with what Aegon has planned to do tonight, Aemond would rather be anywhere but there. 

When Alicent’s mini Cooper pulls into the parking lot of the beach, Aemond guesses it’s a little too late to back out. He steps out of the car, just as a red Shelby parks just right beside them. 

Aegon exits his car, sunglasses on even though it’s already pretty dark outside. You’re not with him, Aemond notes, only the Cargyll twins follow after Aegon. You must be coming here with Alys and them.

Aemond helps Alicent grab the coolers from the back of the Cooper along with Daeron, letting Helaena take the lead to a perfect grassy area to watch the fireworks from. Aemond doesn’t stick around, deciding to walk the boardwalk that trails along the beach.

That is when Aemond catches sight of you, in a pretty white linen summer dress and your toes already in the sand. You are laughing with Alys and Rhaena, a lit up sparkler in your hand.

So pretty, like a shining star.

So close, yet so out of reach.

Just when he is about to step onto the white sand to make his way to you, someone bumps harshly past his shoulder. 

With a scowl, Aemond watches on in bitter jealousy as Aegon runs to you, feet on the sand and an unlit sparkler in his hand. He captures your attention with a call of your name, and you look back at him, smiling so beautifully — a smile solely reserved for Aegon. It has your girlfriends giggling, skipping away arm in arm to give the two of you some time alone together.

With a nod, you press the tip of your sparkling sparkler to light his.

As soon as it does, Aegon leans close, murmuring something in your ear. When he pulls back, your eyes are wide, a mixture between guarded and hopeful.

In the dark, Aemond can barely read your lips,

You do?

Aegon nods. 

Then his lips are on yours just as fireworks light up the night sky in brilliant arrays of colors and patterns. 

It’s a picture perfect scene. One that could be in the movies when the leading hero finally gets the girl.

And as always, Aemond is left way far down on the list of credits in the story of Aegon’s life. 

All through his life, Aemond got used to it; toiling for the things that Aegon is freely given. 

When Aegon got his father’s beloved car when he passed away, Aemond didn’t care.

When Aemond got into the best school in the whole Seven Kingdoms and yet the fanfare wasn’t nearly as huge as when Aegon got into King’s Landing U, Aemond also didn’t care.

But even if he had anticipated it happening again – he didn’t think it would hurt this much.

Because it’s you . You are the one thing that Aemond wanted so badly for himself. He has been in love with you all his life and would have done anything for you, if you’d only let him.

Aemond chuckles bitterly, tearing his gaze away from you and Aegon, still locking lips.

Now you’re just another prize that Aegon has won without merit. 

And Aemond? 

He is the fool who stupidly got his hopes up — because all along, you were never even his to lose.

[hisfavegiri]

“That one ex” - Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary : Aegon is a very jealous type of boyfriend, he doesn't like anyone getting too close to you. Until the time comes when you come with him to a charity party, you meet your ex who also comes.

You think today will be a very exciting day for you and your boyfriend Aegon, for the first time you will finally meet his family. And Aegon said his family was a big, big family. On this occasion you won't meet them at home, but you will meet them at the annual charity event that the Targaryen family always holds.

“Oh Egg, I'm really nervous. how do I look? Is this outfit too much? Or do I look normal?” You and Aegon also wear matching clothes.

Aegon, who was smoothing his hair on the car window, looked at you and smiled then kissed your lips. "You look amazing darling, don't worry everyone will definitely like you"

For Aegon, this might just be an event he always goes to every year, but for you, this is an opportunity to make a good first impression on his family. You sighed softly and took Aegon's hand to step out of the car.

the flash of the camera startled you, you forgot that Aegon was a Targaryen. one of the most respected families in the seven kingdoms, their business is everywhere.

"I sometimes forget that I'm dating someone important like you" Aegon chuckled and hugged your waist pulling you close to him.

you both smiled at the camera, you could hear everyone calling your name as well as Aegon. After the photo session was finished, you and Aegon walked hand in hand into the venue.

“y/n!! oh my gosh you're finally here! I really missed you” you laughed softly as Haelena hugged you and kissed your cheek.

"Oh hey! I really miss you too, how are you?”

“Okay, very good! look at yourselves, you and Aegon look so perfect.”

You smiled and felt Aegon gently tug on your hand to greet Aemond. Aemond looked very handsome in his black suits. He brought Cassandra as his plus one.

"Aemy, oh it's been so long since I saw you" You hugged Aemond which he happily returned.

“hi y/n, I miss you, how are you? Did Aegon treat you well? otherwise I will beat him"

you chuckled while Aegon choked on his drink, “hey hey! I treat her like a queen!” Aemond role his eyes and continues to drink his drink.

You laughed and looked at Cassandra then pulled her into a hug, "Cass I really missed you"

Cassandra hugged you and laughed softly, “I really missed you too.”

The four of you talked and joked together. then you felt a hand pat your shoulder, when you turned around you saw Alicent.

"Oh my darling, you look very charming tonight," she said as she hugged you tightly, you returned her hug and felt your back being stroked gently by her.

“Thank you Alicent, I am very happy to be here. Thank You"

in the middle of your conversation with Alicent and Aegon, you can see Rhaenyra, the mother of your ex approaching and deliberately greeted me, and you’re also surprised to see your ex with her. Aegon noticed your body language change instantly.

“Umm.. hii there!”, Jace asked with smile on his face. He hugged you in front of Aegon and made you surprised, Jace always made a little touches to you whenever he sees you.

“Jace! what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in a long time” You let go of his hug and felt Aegon's hand clenching, you could also feel his other hand pulling roughly on your waist which you could be sure would leave bruise.

“Jace is my nephew” Aegon's statement made you look at him in surprise, you were at a loss for words and lost in thought. you could hear Jace laugh awkwardly, “my mother is Aegon half sister”

The new information you got made you speechless, Aegon looked at Jace and asked what your relationship was before. “oh she’s my ex”

And that the cue for Aegon to pulled you aside “Okey i need to talk with you, now.” He pulled you away with force and scolded you for his jealousy.

“what the fuck was that?! Why is he hugging you, in front off me? like what the fuck?! You once had a fucking relationship with my fucking nephew!? ”

“okey first of all, i don’t even know that he’s here and the fact that he is you fucking nephew!? the fuck i supposed to know that!?” Aegon ruffled his hair roughly and looked at you, you could clearly see the jealousy and anger in his eyes.

“I didn't know if the Targaryens and Velaryons were still related!” you shouted at him, you didn't want to be blamed for this situation. “It's not my fault that your family tree is so complicated!” You was angry and gave out you heart at that time, because it was true that you didn't know anything at all.

A crazy idea suddenly came to Aegon's mind, he then pulled you towards the janitor's room. You were about to protest but his lips touched yours quickly and roughly, you could feel anger and jealousy in his kiss.

“Aegon! What do you Think? What if someone hears us?" You tried to move your body away from him, but his strength was greater than yours and he hugged your waist tightly.

"Come on, I want everyone to know that sweet y/n, turns into a slut when she's with me.”

You moaned softly when you felt his lips touch your neck, you could feel him smiling. “What did I hear darling? are you enjoying this?”

You moaned again when you felt his hand start to touch your clothed cunt. You tried not to make any sound, he pinched your clit lightly which caused you to moan again at his actions.

"Don't try to hold back your moan beautiful, let everyone hear you."

your legs became very weak and he knew it, if he hadn't hugged your waist tightly you would have fallen on the floor right now. “I will make everyone know including Jace that you are only mine” Aegon kissed your neck again and leave a mark that would be there for days, by this point you were already falling apart under his touch.

“Be a good girl and kneel for daddy” you obey his words and kneel, your space for movement is very limited but that doesn't stop him from making you kneel and fuck your throat.

Your small hand squeezed his harden cock which made Aegon hiss. “Don't tease me, darling,” you smiled and gave his red head a small kiss. Aegon growled and grabbed your hair, you looked at him with hooded eyes. “Be a good slut for me sweetie”

You slowly took his cock into your mouth, a small moan escaping his mouth at the feeling of the warmth of your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, Aegon could feel his cock touching the tip of your throat. “fuck just like that baby, just like that”

Aegon started pumping his hips to your throat, he grabbed your hair and you sucked his cock making him moan. he continues to fuck your throat quickly, you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth. The spongy tip of his cock relentlessly hits the back of your throat with every other thrust, making you gag around him and spit run down your chin. Tears felt heavy on your waterline, waiting to make their presence.

you were rubbing your thighs together to relieve the tension on your cunt. through your lashes you could see that his head was thrown back and eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy.

With a loud groan and without warning his cum shot down your throat, prompting another gag to surface. As he pumped a couple of times, riding out his high before he pulled out and grabbed your cheeks, "Swallow every fucking drop!" He held her tightly as you swallowed and stuck out your tongue to show him, you could see him smiling.

you stand back on your feet and he leans in to kiss your lips. The kiss was slow, yet passionate; you could feel your body melting against his as he tightened his grip on your hip. A sigh of contentment leaves your lips as you thread your fingers in his soft silver hair.

He crouched down in front of you and lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, as his hands spread your legs wider, before he buried his face between them. His tongue slid up and down on your hole, collecting your arousal. He loved feeling it clench around nothing, desperate for pleasure. He sucked at your clit, earning a moan from you.

“Such a good slut aren’t you? hm. Don’t you enjoy it?” He asks while shove his finger deeply then rubbed your clit.

“y-yyess!! please want more” She murmurs in ill then he chuckles stop his activity for while, suddenly he is nipping your clit then immediately you arched your back because feeling on your sensitive spot.

you tried so hard to keep your moan quiet, but Aegon had another idea for that. He inserting his finger into your cunt and pumping it with a fast rhythm, you again fail to hold back your moans. You grabbed his hair gently and threw your head back, your eyes closed as you felt his tongue and fingers pampering you.

You sighed softly when he pulled away, Aegon chuckled at your reaction. he stands up and you can see his face contorting from your juices, “I won't let you cum without me in you baby.”

then he kisses you again, you can taste your liquid on his tongue. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, you moaned into his kiss as you felt him slowly enter you. Aegon groaned as he felt your walls squeeze him “fuck, you always feel so tight.”

After giving you time to adjust to his size, Aegon began to move his hips towards you quickly. he gritted his teeth and started kissing your jaw, “is Jace fucking you like me hm? Does his cock make you this good hm? Can he please you like i do? "

You shook your head, you had lost your mind now. You can't answer his question because of the pleasure you feel. Aegon growled and smacked your thigh making you yelp softly, “answer me darling.”

"No! only you, only you can make me favor Aegon. please damn it, please hurry up”

You've really lost your mind now, Aegon smirk and increased his rhythm. His hips thrust into you quickly and roughly, You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten, his thumb finding its way to your clit and starting to rub it. Your moans got louder and you begged him to let you come.

“fuck, I will fill you with my seed, let everyone know that you are only mine” Aegon gritted his teeth as he thrust his cock into you roughly.

you nodded your head quickly, “yes yes yes! please give it to me” then a jolt of pleasure rattles throughout you body as his cum threatens to spill deep inside of you as his thumb goes back to rubbing your clit, then you coming around his cock, screaming out his name.

He puts her leg down for a while they’re just panting, both coming down from their intense orgasms. His cum dripping all over your legs then he rubs his cum through your mouth, as you suck his thumb until it was clean, he smiled at you and kissed your lips

He cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “Don’t wear your panties ok?. Let everyone know who’s my slut is, Let them know, let Jace know we’re just fucked in janitor room.” you laughed softly and nodded, before you two walked out he put your pants in his pocket.

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[axiina]

I'm trying to motivate myself to write, and due to the fact that I've entered hyperfixation on hotd again, there will soon be some short ff with it.

and once my inspiration returns I will finish the overdue ff with coriolanus.

so if anyone has any ideas with hotd or want to talk about it/know my opinion on something, feel free to ask!!!

*beautiful men for attention*

[the-fiction-witch]

Orland and Ophelia P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Shela (Fleabottom Smallfolk Girl) Rating - Sweet AF + Scary Ending Word Count - 1645

Aegon picked the children up, giving them both kisses on the cheek. He was so happy. Now he just needed to prove to them that he was going to be the best father ever. He turned to Shela and gave her smile as well, possibly the first genuine one he'd given her in all of their time together.

"I won't forget about you either. We're going to be a family now. All four of us. No one is going to separate us ever again."

"Orland has some legitimate concerns Aegon, you're the heir to the throne you can just come running off to see us all the time and you stay here too long the king's guard or the city watch will come after you. And what is to happen when your father dies? Surely you will be king, so you visiting us will become even less likely and if anyone was ever to know of your bastard children they'd have to kill them to ensure your legitimate children succeed you"

Aegon knew she had a point. But he was not going to let that fear be a reason as to why he could not be with his children. Even when King he would make sure he was present in their lives. He would never let them go again. There were a lot of complications but he was going to make it work. He was going to have to.

"I'll figure something out. I'll make something work. I'm not going to let this be a reason as to why I can't spend time with you. I'm their father. I'll make it work. I promise."

"alright, if you're sure" Shela smiled giving him a kiss "Come on you two, how about you take daddy downstairs and show him your toys?"

He smiled and let his children lead him out of the bar area and downstairs to their living quarters. He was quite curious about what toys they owned thinking back to his piles of toys as a young boy, mountains of play swords and shields, dragon toys to his heart's content but that is not what he found. The downstairs was a small apartment with a bathtub toilet and sink on one side, a double bed on the other and in the centre a rug covered in small plushies, wooden dragons and a table with a small model of king’s landing no bigger than 30cm square, that was all the place had but the children so excited showed him all their small toys. The place was small but clean, the toys sweet clearly Shela didn’t have much money to spoil the twins but still did her best to give them everything they wanted.

He couldn't help but smile as he saw them proudly show him all their toys. It was such a wholesome sight. To see his children so excited to show their small collection of toys and plushies. They were so sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he could ever be. He felt the warm feeling inside of him grow.

"May I ask you a question, children?"

Ophelia nodded as she hugged her bunny plushie Orland was busy having his wooden dragonfly around the red keep model, as Shela came down too and sat on the corner of the bed to watch them play together,

He looked at both of them for a few seconds. "I wanted to ask you both if...you would mind...if I lived with you permanently."

both children jumped with excitement and hugged him tight almost throwing him to the floor they were so happy and excited,

He was surprised by their reaction. He thought the question would be one that they’d hesitate a lot to answer. But they were already saying yes and showing him affection. Just the sight of them made it clear he had missed so much. The sight of them hugging him and smiling at him was enough to make him want to tear up and he almost did. He did not expect them to be so happy to have him. He should’ve asked this question sooner.

after calming down the children go back to playing with their toys and as Aegon glances around it's obvious how little his children have but he can't blame Shela as she has been doing everything she can to give them a good life on the money a barmaid must make

Shela must have so little. And the fact that she gave his children a good life, a love filled home and a warm affection that they obviously reciprocated with their mother made him appreciate her even more. He understood so much now. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him again.

He looked at his children play and he felt so ashamed. He was disgusted by the person that he had been before. He’d made his children live here in so much poverty. His children, his beautiful children. He had left them before and left them to fend for themselves. And for what? A meaningless drunken life? A life where the only thing he did was drink himself to oblivion? How had he allowed himself to reach such a low?

"Daddy?" Little Ophelia came closer with her bunny plushie in hand

“Yes, sweetheart?” He replied with a soft smile, looking down at her. She was such a sweet little girl.

"Mummy said once that you had a dragon, do you think we could ever see the dragon someday?" She asked and immediately Orland perked up too coming over to listen excitedly wooden dragon toy in hand

For a moment his heart froze at being confronted with the question so quickly. This was going to be a tough topic. He did have a dragon, a dragon he had ridden for years. But he wasn’t sure if these little children would be able to understand the complexities of such an issue and he didn’t want to worry them. But he had to be honest with his children.

“I do have a dragon, yes. Named sunfyre. I may be able to take you for a ride one day.”

both giggled excitedly at such an idea

"Could we get dragons someday!" Orland asked

"I wanna dragon!" Ophelia jumped

"I wanna call mine firestarter!" Orland yelled

"I wanna call mine starlight!" Ophelia jumped

He laughed softly at this. The names were so innocent. They had no concept of the power of dragons. They were just small kids wanting to have fun and ride dragons like in the many stories. He wished he could let them ride dragons, but it was just so dangerous. But he couldn’t say that. He wanted to feed all the little hopes they had right now.

“Of course you can, my little ones. But promise me that you won’t ride them yet. You’re still too small and you could get hurt.”

"Can we ride on Daddy's dragon? Please can we! Can we ride with you Daddy!" They both beg

He sighed and looked down at them. “How about we do this, you can ride my dragon but I’ll be holding you both during the flight, okay?”

both scream with excitement jumping up and down happily

He smiled and gently scooped them both up. He was still amazed by how small they were. But there was a bit of an issue right now. They were a bit too small. They were both three years old now, and although they were a bit on the shorter end of the spectrum he still knew that to be able to ride a dragon, they needed more time to mature physically. He gave them each a kiss and let them continue playing. The rest of the morning he spent so happily in their arms, that he played dragons with Orland telling him about the dragon pit, about bonding with a dragon, about the many large and impressive Targaryen dragons all of which fascinated Orland so much. In between dragon tales, he sat on the rug with Ophelia as she set up her favourite plushies and her well-treasured wooden tea set, he sat with her happily and plaid along with her showing her some royal etiquette for her princess tea party, most of which she ignored because of course she is the princess and what she says goes. He peppered both of them with as many kisses as they could stand, fed them as many compliments and words of praise as he could think of, giving them all the love and attention he had craved at their age.

And he didn’t leave Shela out giving her kisses and praise too whenever he could often telling her she made the smartest, most beautiful children as she cooked them some lunch.

Suddenly a loud heavy knock comes from the tavern door upstairs,

“Oh? I wonder who that could be,” Shela dusted her hands off on her skirt,

“Don’t worry about them, it's family time. They can wait.” Aegon smiled taking Orland in his arms and sitting him on his lap and playing with his dragon toy,

“As well as that is, it might be family time but still.” she says, “Orland, Ophelia, you both stay here with daddy while I head upstairs.”

“You sure I’ll go and you can stay down with them?” He asked,

“No, it's okay,” she smiled giving him a kiss which he happily gave her back in return,

“Okay, call if you need me.”

She nodded and headed up the stairs so he happily cradled both the children in his arms giving them cuddles and kisses until a loud bang came from upstairs like a table being turned over and chairs being thrown around with the gentle sound of a short scream.

Aegon immediately panicked he kissed both the children and told them he loved them both before he ushed them under the bed and went to the stairs to head up but he was stopped as he saw his brother Aemond.

Aemond waltzes down the stairs his arm around Shela a knife to her neck to stop her from squirming, “Found you brother,” 

[shuichiakainx]

Matt for a new interview for Max

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

THE CONQUEROR REBORN' [ Helaena's version ]

"Kiss her, the voice in Helaena's head whispers. Roselyn was right there, just within her fingertips. It would be a mistake not to do it. Kiss her. It was what she yearned to do, and now the Seven had given her the chance. Do it, kiss her."

[ I commissioned this from seasmoked on tiktok / wattpad ] 📖: THE CONQUEROR REBORN ( published ) 🖋: -iamagoddess ( wattpad ) ❤: Aegon ii Targaryen & Helaena Targaryen 👥: Roselyn Tully-Hightower & Helaena Targaryen

this is for you my fellow Helaena "deserved happiness" girlies..

@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@undertheorangetree @youraverageaemondsimp

@perfinn

[witchofhimring]

Being the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and claiming Cannibal

This is sort of an offshoot of my Being the Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen where Reader claims Cannibal instead of Tessarion. Thanks to @katiekatluvz for giving me the idea! Sorry for the long wait I finally have time to write after exams!

Minor Rhaenyra x Reader (platonic)

This happens before Aemond looses his eye.

This was dangerous, possibly suicidal. But after Aegon's comments earlier you could not take it anymore. It was another forced family gathering where Viserys tried to get his eldest child's family to sit with his second wive's. Things started out okay, there was eating and the occasional conversation. You were merely concentrating on just finishing your meal and getting the hell out. Everything fell apart, with it simple being an innocent comment made by Helaena. She had simply said; "When will you get a dragon Y/n?" Oh poor Helaena. She had meant well but of course Aegon had to stick his nose in matters not his own. "Maybe you would like a pig. Call it the pink dread." Aegon threw you a nasty look. Face heating, you shyly looked down, avoiding his gaze. Of course Aegon would find it funny to make fun of other peoples misfortune. "Shove off." Jaecery's snarled at Aegon. Aegon was not done, even when you had gone back to eating. "I guess one day you shall have a dragon. After all, you are a very strong girl." A thick blanket of tension blanketed the door. Everyone, even those at the other end, heard. Helaena's breath hitched, a low exasperated sound escaped Alicent. Aemond snorted. Your cheeks burned with hurt and shame. "Some of us burn hotter than others." Aemond added.

A fist slammed on the table. Visery's, despite being well past his prime, struck the table with enough force that it quivered. Even your mother, normally so vocal, had fallen silent. "You will not utter such slanders in this house." He snarled. At that moment Visery's did not remotely look like the loving grandfather you knew. Visery's glanced at his wife before ordering Aegon to his study. Hanging your head, you ran out of the room, ignoring your mother's cries.

Your door was locked, barring anyone from entering. Even your beloved mother. As the hour grew late there was silence outside. Night did nothing to calm the raging heat in your heart. Of course Aegon thought he was better, riding on oh-so-great Sunfyre and his silver Targaryen hair. And who was Aemond to laugh at you! He didn't have a dragon either!

Here you were, deprived of Targaryen looks and dragonless. Tears rolled down your cheeks. Outside a roar echoed across the water. Wiping the remaining tears you opened the window. A gust of wind nearly blew you back. Bellow the sea surrounding Driftmark thundered, crashing against rocks. Far ahead was a great black lump, so dark that even against the sky it was easily seen. You would have thought it was Vhaegar except that Laena and Daemon were in Pentos. Beyond a stretch of sand were the dragon caves. If one exited the gaves and ran across the sand they could reach the dragons. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre were snoozing in their cave. Vermithor and Silverwing were back at Kingslanding. There were others, of course. You entertained the idea it might be Meyles until the dragon roared once more. It's screech was nothing like you had heard. It sounded like metal being scrapped together. Yet instead of being afraid, an idea came.

Any sane person would have thought twice. Then again, Targaryens were not exactly known for their sanity. Waiting till the early morning, you slipped out. When the sun was just pocking over the horizon that Driftmark was quietest. The guards would be tired and few would be up. Down the halls you slunk, nearing the exit. There was a small side door leading to stairs. These stairs took one right down to the courtyard. Passing a pair of sleepy guards you slipped behind a pair of barrels. Now it was just down the steps. That was when you heard a noise.

A familiar drawl could be heard. Great. Aegon was awake. Quickly you ducked behind a pair of barrels by the door. He stumbled inside and right past you. "I should have kicked him." Once he was gone you looked left and right. Then came the hard part.

The court yard was empty. Not even your father Laenor would be out training. Beyond was the gate, with two guards standing sentry. If you could slip past them, and across the sand, then you could take a small passage that lead to the dragon cave.

It was down to luck. The guards would need to be distracted for long enough. Fortunately, there was luck on your side. The walls supporting the gate were made of stone. And they just so happened to be uneven pieces of stone. Meaning all you had to do was climb up. The guards were so focused on the other side that you could get up without being spotted. Small hands grasped the rocks and you climbed. It occurred to you at that moment wearing a nightgown was likely not a good idea. But it was too late to turn back.

The salty air whipped your hair. Reaching the top you had a view of the caves beyond. There were soldiers guarding but none were looking up. There were four you could see. And now that you had reached the top there was yet another problem. You had no plan other than wait and hope. It was poor planning strategy. Though in your defense you were ten. The sun was rising higher in the sky. Would you even be able to sneak out!?

"Change!" A call nearly caused you to jump up. Looking over the side you saw the guards marching away. Taking the chance you jumped down. The force in which your feet hit the ground made them sting. "Hey!" To your horror you saw guards rushing toward. Shit. Taking a deep breath you plucked up the courage and ran. Having a head start helped. But these were full grown men, and running in sand was hard. The only thing on your side was that they were covered in armor. It meant you were able to reach the dragon cave that remained unguarded. It was was left unguarded for a reason. Because none would ever dream of challenging The Cannibal. For a moment you looked at the dark passage, and then looked back. You could hear them calling out. "I've come this far." And with that, you headed in.

The first few steps plunged you into pitch black. The air tasted stale and the rocks threatened to rip open your feet. Most dragon caves were well maintained, but even dragon-keepers would not dare go near this one. A few steps later and a few crack in the walls gave light. Step by step you walked forward. Now you could smell it and it nearly made you gag. But you had come so far that to turn back now was not an option. You heard a deep rumbling and stopped. Even the foundations of this cave seemed to hum. When the noise stopped you proceeded. Ahead you saw the tunnel end. Finally you met The Cannibal.

Despite the dragons infamy few could describe it. In fact many did not survive such an encounter. And it was enormous. Only slightly smaller that Vhagar, The Cannibal turned his head and mad poisonous green eyes met yours. Dragon eyes had always fascinated you. They held this terrifying imperious gaze. But when you looked into The Cannibal's all you saw was a wild raging fire. You had heard of Wildfire, created by the lords of Old Valyria to mimic dragon fire. While you had never seen wild fire, you thought his eyes might be close enough. Dragon scales came in all colours, but black was rare. The only other dragon known to possess such a colour was Balerion the Black Dread. Smooth pitch black scales glistened in the sunlight. His great jaw had uncountable razor sharp teeth larger than you. The large tale swung around and The Cannibals body was facing you. Then he opened his mouth and fire curled at the throat.

"I will die." In that moment you felt fear and rage. You were as good as the rest of them. Why should you not have a dragon! “Dohaerās, Cannibal! Lykirī!” Those were the only words you could say. Something akin to fire swelled within you at that moment. A defiance bordering on madness. The fire in The Cannibal's seemed ready to burst forward. "Lykirī!" You thought those would be your last words. It was not fear you felt in that moment, but the desire to prove something "At least I tried, like a true Targaryen." The blast of white hot flame which would encase and disintegrate your body never came. Your eyes met his. The Cannibal was looking down at you with his imperious glance. Was he not going to burn you?

That was when you heard voices. It seemed the guards had decided to go in. Better to perish in dragon fire than whatever your mother might do to them for failing to protect her only daughter. Then you stepped forward. Now was not the time to be afraid. Already you had braved possible dragon fire. Over rock and bits of bone you stepped, ignoring the stinging in your feet. From The Cannibal was a ladder attached to a harness. "So The Cannibal once had a rider." At that moment you did not ponder too much. They said The Cannibal had never been ridden before. But since his very being was a mystery you supposed it was possible.

Scrambling up the rough ropes you desperately hurried to the top. "There she is! She's...she's on the dragon!" The Cannibal jerked back nearly sending you flying off. "Daor!" You ordered loud as possible. To your astonishment the dragon listened. Reaching the top you fastened the harness, securing you in place. The Cannibal seemed to know what you wanted, for the moment you were settled the dragon gave a great huff and speed down the corridor. Every jut of his muscle sent you roughly inching forward. "This is much more uncomfortable than I thought." You always imagined dragon riding as a smooth ride. But now you realized that was untrue. Then what would flying be like? You barely had any time to comprehend anything before sunlight was visible. The Cannibal then picked up speed. Suddenly The Cannibal launched into the air with a great jerk. Had you not been harnessed in you would have fallen. His leathery wing beat the air as the ground became smaller.

You would have smiled if it had not been for the fact your voice has disappeared. The thrill, terror and excitement nearly paralyzed you. The Cannibal was not going up smoothly. The dragon seemed to be doing his best in order to shake you off. Despite this the harness was well made, and thank the gods. You had just enough sense to seize the reins and pull at them. It did nothing to slow The Cannibal down but you were suddenly possessed with a renewal in courage. Sitting straight in your saddle there was suddenly a level of control you felt. The Cannibal must have felt it, for he leveled himself. Soaring above the clouds you finally looked down. "We really are close to the Gods." You muttered.

You flew several laps in the sky. It was less about commands and more about the connection between dragon and rider. You had to remain in control of your emotions. Not being used to dragon riding, your legs started to cramp. Deciding it was time to descend you ordered The Cannibal down. Surprisingly graceful, The Cannibal started to climb down. His cave became more clear. A crowd was gathering outside of the cave. You were not too surprised since they probably thought you dead. With a great thud The Cannibal landed sending sand into the air.

"Y/n!" You had never heard your mother scream like that. Practically leaping off the rope ladder you flew into your mothers arms. "Oh Gods Y/n!" Rhaenyra clutched you close with shaking arms. You mother who was usually so indomitable and strong was shaking and weeping. Her arms held you in a vise grip. "Y/n...never do that again!" Rhaenyra had broken apart, gripping you by the arms. Normally you would bust into tears and apologize. But a fire was ablaze in your chest was burning bright. Taking your mother by the hand you lead her to The Cannibal. Rhaenyra looked hesitant but seeing your determination encouraged her. Reaching out you placed a hand on The Cannibals warm scales. "Touch him." Rhaenyra's fingertips grazed the dragon. Then she steadied and placed her hand directly on the dragon. The Cannibal crooned and for the first time seemed something close to calm.

Looking back you saw your brothers, aunt and uncles. There was pride such as you had never seen on your brother's faces. Your eyes met Aegon's and Aemond's, for the first time you did not look away. This time it was them who looked away from your defiant eyes. You were Y/n Velaryon. Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Rider of Cannibal. And fire dwelt within your veins like any blood of the dragon.

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A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden pt3

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

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

words: 5.958

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

a/n: English is not my native language.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello, Aegon."

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

"I just got here."

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

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

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

"With his wet nurse."

"Aemond-" 

"The gods know where he is." 

Aegon nodded. 

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

"Have you forgiven me?" 

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

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

"Were you dreaming?" she asked.

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

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

"I don't know. You seemed peaceful." 

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

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

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

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

y/n giggled. "I suppose so." 

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

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

"Yes, I understand." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aegon smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

She didn't understand. Right?

xxx

Aegon hurried out into the hall after finishing his work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aegon sighed again and settled into the seat opposite them.

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

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

"Where is your husband?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your grace-"

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

"Sit down, Aegon. I-"

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

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

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

Aegon clenched his fists. "Mother, you-"

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

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

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

"About what?"

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

The queen looked at Aegon with wide eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

"I apologize for my mother, for everyone."

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

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

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

"It's okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

xxx

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

xxx

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

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

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

"How was yours?" 

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

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

Aemond nodded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As you wish, dear husband."

Aemond's steps stopped instantly. 

Dear husband

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both moved quickly away from each other. 

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

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

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

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

"You can go. Tidy the bathroom tomorrow." 

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

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

She could hear the sound of water from the bathroom. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you were." 

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

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

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

He leaned his head back and closed his eye.

"Aemond, are you okay?" 

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

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

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

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

"It's Maelor." 

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

"What if his dragon egg never hatches?"

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

"I'm sure it will hatch." 

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

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

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

"Aemond-"

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

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

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

"I would expect nothing less from you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at her face briefly. 

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

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

y/n lowered her gaze to her lap. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You know they are lies."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aemond paused. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aemond's vision blurred. 

"At least tell me why."

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

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

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[afro-hispwriter]

A Good Wife(Part 3)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader x Aegon ii Targaryen(separate... for now, but mostly aegon x reader)

(Daemon and Laenas Daughter)

Warnings- incest(cousin/cousin), plowing, lactation kink, baby trapping?

Part 1 Part 2 part 4

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You helped Aemond get the boys ready to go out. It was breaking your heart not having the boys by your side as they always were. But if Aemond is staying true to his word, your life should become ten times easier. 

"Muña, would you like something?" Rhaegar asks and you smile the he used his high valayrian. 

"No my little dragon, you enjoy yourself with kepa." You ruffle his silver hair and lean down to press a kiss to his cheek. 

"What will you be doing on your day of relax, my love?" Asks Aemond as he sets Aerys on the floor. 

"I will be quite busy." You say and Aemond nods before hanging head low, trying to pass it off at just staring at his youngest son. "If anything happens please bring them back safely." You step forward and place a hand on his chest. He instantly grabbed it gently and gave a tight squeeze. 

"No harm will come to our children love." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.  

"I know." He leans his forehead against yours and you kiss his jaw. 

"Come on kepa." Groaned Rhaegar and he squinted his eyes at the two of you.

"Alright." Says Aemond with a smile and you pull back.

"Have fun." You say and Aemond urges the almost toddler at his feet to start walking. You followed them put the door and watched a group of guards follow in close behind them. You close the door behind you and look to your personal guard, Ser Eowyn. "Please accompany me to Prince Aegon's room." 

"Of course princess." He nods and you smile before turning to walk away with him in tow. Aegons room was now on the far side of the keep, wanting his privacy greatly. You reached his door and held your hand out to knock on the door. There was no response and you couldn't hear anything behind the door. 

Maybe he already went to flea bottom

You couldn't deny the pain in your chest at the thought. You knocked again, when there was no response again you sighed in defeat. And just as you were about to step away the door opened. 

"Y/n." Says Aegon, surprise evident in his voice. 

"Aegon, hi." 

"Hello?" 

"You seem shocked to see me." You chuckle nervously and he presses his lips together. 

"My apologies, I just assumed you wouldn't be back after what your husband did." 

"I promised you I'd be back." You awkwardly lean back on your heels. "Can I come in?" Aegon looked at Eowyn wearily before stepping aside and let you in.

"I will be close by Princess." Says Eowyn and walks down the hall. You step into Aegons room and take a seat on the bed. 

"Did you go back to him?" He asks and the question almost catches you off guard. 

"I did but-." You stop your self when you watch his shoulders visibly slump. It instantly stand up and grab his hands. You were closer to his face now making the growing bruise from the earlier events more evident. "I went back to him but Aegon I want you as my lover." The shock in his face was evident.

Ever since the previous night, Aegon truly felt loved and wanted. It made him want to change in a way. Be better. Be better for you. It was the first time someone willingly wanted to bed him. Not just for the money, or because he was a prince(or by force). Last night you dragged him to his bed and completely took charge.

And even with the nerves that rushed through body he couldn't help but confidently grab your hips and pulled you close to him. He pushed his face close to yours, almost brushing lips in the process.

"Does your husband know you're here?" He asks lowly and you bite your lower lip.

"Don't talk about my husband right now, lets talk about us." He shoved you against a desk and pushed his crotch against yours. He then leaned down, kissing down your exposed neck to grab the bottom of your dress and bring it up so he could grab at you skin.

The kiss turned desperate as the two of you started ripping each others clothes off. Your dress ended bellow your breasts which left them bare. Aegon dipped down low and pushed his lips on your neck. He swirled his tongue around and nibbled gently. You wrapped your hands in his hair and tugged it. 

You fell on the bed with him on top of you. He grabbed under your knee and pulled it up and hooked it over his hip. He trailed down to your chest and took a nub into his mouth. He gave it a strong suck when his mouth was instantly flooded with milk. You were still lactating and it made his cock jump. 

"Oh." You gasped out and then shut your eyes. He reached up and grabbed the other breakfast and pinched it. You bucked your hips up to his crotch making him groan. His cock was becoming painful in his jeans, so he reached down and grabbed it through his pants. "Aegon." You wrapped your hands in his hair and arched your back.  

Your clit was already throbbing, so you grabbed his hands and led it lower. He got the memo and bunched up your dress and slid his hand under it. He dragged his finger in between your folds and swirled it around. He felt your opening and pushed the tip of his finger inside. He let your boob go with a  pop and smirked at you. 

"All ready so wet, who made you this wet?" Who cooed lowly and you whimpered and looked away. Aegon pushed his finger in completely and you gasped. "Who?" He balanced on his knees and grabbed your face and pulled you to look at him. 

"Y-You and... y-your voice." 

"My voice?" He asks and it seems like he dropped it a few octaves. 

"Mhmm." He chuckled and you felt another finger slowly push in. He pushed both finger in to the knuckle and curled them up, pushing against the spongy part. You slapped a hand on the bed and bit your lip. "There you go, gonna open you up some more before I shove my cock in your hole." 

"Please." You say and grab his bicep, digging your nails im his skin. Aegon started thrusting his finger roughy inside, making sure his palm rubbed against your clit. Your pussy was making obscene noises and Aegon could feel your wetness coating his hand. 

"Fuck your pussy is so good for me." He said into your ear and your stomach fluttered. You spread your legs more and threw your other leg over his hip. "Want me to make you cum?" 

"Yes." He gave you an almost sinister smile before slamming his fingers inside. You arched your back and lushed your hips up. Aegon then pushed on your lower belly to push you back down. 

"Take it." You pushed your hips down harder on his hand. He lifted himself on his knees making your ass rest on his thighs. He lushed his fingers up against the spongy spot and moved his hand up and down roughly making you squeal. 

Aegon couldn't help but watch in awe. Your face twisting in pleasure, breasts bouncing wildly and hair splayed out around you.  

You rolled your hips and pushed your cheek into the mattress. 

"You missed having fingers in your cunt?" 

"Yes!"

"Yeah, I should imagine my twat of a brother hasn't touched you in such a long time." 

"No." 

"Well now im here, go ahead and cum princess." He cooed lowly in your ear. You clenched tightly around his fingers and rode out your orgasam. 

After your body stopped jerking and relaxed. Aegon leaned down and started placing kisses on your face. 

"Fuck me."you mumble and Aegon smirks.

"What was that?" 

"Aegon please." His smirk turned to a smile as he pulled his fingers out. They were clearly wet as the light in the room shone on them. He brought them up to his mouth and pushed them in. He moaned too himself as he tasted the juices.  

"How about you have a taste." He says after taking his fingers out of his mouth. He started leaning down and pressed his lips against yours, pushing his tongue inside in the process. 

"Mmm." You grabbed his hair roughly and pulled it. Aegon pulled himself back roughly and climbed off the bed to stand up. 

"Take off that fucking dress." He says and bends down to take his boots off. You shakily sit up and toss your flats off your feet then push the dress farther down before lifting your hips and sliding it off your hips. You threw it to the side and looked up to see Aegon taking his shirt off. You scooted forward and placed your hands on his chest and trailed them down his stomach. You slipped your fingers under the waist band of his pants and tugged them down. 

His cock popped out and the tip hit you slightly. You pulled his pants farther down and he stepped out of them.  You grabbed him with your hand and he hissed at the cold feeling. 

"As much as I would love to see your pretty lips around my cock, I really need my cock in you." 

"But-." Aegon grabbed your wrist of the hand wrapped around his cock then shoved you back on the bed. He hooked his arms under your knees and pushed them back so your thighs touched your chest.  He crawled on the bed and pushed his stiff cock on your pussy. Coating the tip with everything dripping. 

He then dropped your right leg but kept it hooked on his hip before reaching down and grabbed his cock. He pressed the tip against your hole and pushed the tip in. You let out a deep breath as you felt the pressure in your lower regions. He slowly started pushing himself in and you both let out loud groans. He made you feel so full, the most full you've felt in a long time. 

Aegon leaned forward, pressing your thighs more to your chest, and went down on his elbows on either side of your head. 

"You okay?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Fuck yes, you're just so big." You giggled and wrapped your arms around his back and held him close. 

"Can I move?" He said and you smiled at his gentleness. 

"Please." Aegon captured your lips and balanced himself on his knees. He lifted his hips, pulling himself out but leaving the tip in and slammed back in. He continued that until he started thrusting in normally. Grinding his hips against you. 

“God’s you’re so good at this.” You mumble out and clutch onto him. His balls were slapping against harshly against your pussy, letting a squelching sound out.

“Your tightening so good around me.” His face twisted and he laid his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. 

The head of his cock was plunging deeply inside of you. Almost felt like be was bruising your walls. He let the leg over his shoulder fall on his hip and scooted back more. You wrapped your megs around his hips tightly and dig the heel of your feet against his ass, which pushed him in further. 

“Make me cum.” You whimpered in his ear and he nips at your lobe. To say Aegon didn’t make you scream was an understatement. Skin slapping, the headboard slamming against the wall, Aegons deep groans, and your moans were all that could be heard.  You arched your back and gasped for air and his cock hit something devastating. “AEGON!” 

“Cum for me.” He breaths out and almost collapsed at the feeling if your walls tightened around him. He watched your jerk and squirm under him with tears running down the sides of your face. “I’ve gotta cum.” Aegon tried to pull out but you locked your legs strongly around his waist. “Wait.” You pushed your heels into his ass and clenched your walls around him. “Oh shit.” Aegon spilled inside of you and his muscles shook violently. He collapsed on top of you and groaned loudly.

“Filled me up so good.” You say and he hid his face in your neck. 

“You’ve been the best out of anyone.” He says witha smirk and lifts his head up to look at you. You scoffed and shoved him off you, him slipping out in the process. “Im jesting.” He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it. “I should order moon tea.” He goes to stand up but you wrap and arm around his waist. 

“But we’re not done yet.” 

-

You collapsed off of Aegon and landed beside him. 

“People are going to wonder where we are.” He said with a smile and you chuckled and cuddled up to him. 

“Let them wonder.” You press a gentle kiss on his lips and slowly crawl on top of him. He rested his hands on your ass and squeezed tightly. 

“Again?” He mumbled and you smiled and started grinding against his cock. 

“Are you too weak to continue?” You ask with an amused face. 

“Never.” 

Knock. Knock. 

You look back to the door and groan. 

“Y/n?” It was muffled but you knew who was behind the door. 

“Shit.” You moved out of his lap and grabbed a bed sheet to wrap around your body. You walk to the door, unlock it and pull it open. 

Aemond stood there looking quite defeated. 

“Aemond?” He looks up at you and goes to speak but lets his eye travel over your figure. He clears his throat and drops his hand to his sides.

“The boys wanted too show you what they got.” He says and averts your gaze. 

“Oh, of course, let me get dressed.” You stepped back and gently closed the door.  You then shuffled over to your dress and picked it up from the ground.

“What did my idiot brother want?” Asks Aegon and he gets off the bed, completely naked.

“Him and our sons returned, and they want to show me what they got.” You smile and Aegon just nods. You drop the sheets and step into the dress and pull it up. “Help.” You hold the front of the dress to your chest and Aegon grabs the back strings. He tightened them then proceeded to make a small bow at the bottom. 

“Will you come back?” You turn around and place a hand on his chest. 

“You know I will.” You leaned forward and Aegon twisted his head to the side and leaned forward as well to kiss you. He swiped his tongue against your lips and his hands went to you sides when you reached down and grabbed his cock. He gasped loudly and let out deep breaths against you. 

“Dirty whore.” He chuckled and looked down to already see his cock hardening. “What am I supposed to do now?” 

“You have hands love.” 

Love

His heart fluttered at yours words, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to go after you.

-

“Something on your mind daughter?” Asks Daemon and he sets his tea down. You two were having one of your nice father-daughter moments. 

“Its nothing.” 

“Hmm, well if you don’t want to tell me you could at least give me the name of your husband former mistress.”

“Are you still on that?” You scoff in disbelief and Daemon chuckles. 

“Its been two months and I have yet to know.” 

“Knowing you, you’ve probably already found out.” You raise your eyebrows at him and take a sip.

“You know me so well, Harrenhal correct?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Oh come on, tell me whats bothering you.” Now you set down your cup and wipes your hands on your dress.

“I’ve just found out about something, something that can change everything.” 

“Please tell me it has nothing to do with my cunt of nephews.” Daemon rubbed his temple.

“Yes and no.” You fiddled with your thumbs. “Me and Aemond have yet to have sex since we made up two months ago.” Your face twisted in cringe at having to speak of your sex life with your own father. 

“Where are you going with this?”

“Im pregnant.” You blurted out. “And its not Aemonds… its Aegons.”

[fragileheartbeats]

Book Aegon: I didn't wanted the crown because my sister was heir and I didn't wanted to steal her birth right.

Show Aegon: I didn't wanted it because I'm stupid and don't know how to be king, I don't know how to be responsible.

Book Aegon: I forced my mother to crown me as king.

Show Aegon: My mommy forced me to took the crown.

Book Aegon: I took the throne to protect my family.

Show Aegon: I wanted to escape like a coward.

Book Aegon: I beat the shit out of Jace when he tried to dance with my wife at dinner.

Show Aegon: I just watched and didn't give a fuck.

Book Aegon: I flew Sunfyre over the city on my coronation day as everyone watched in awe.

Show Aegon: I was hiding behind my mommy.

Book Aegon: I like to wear black, red, gold and sometimes green.

Show Aegon: I only have one green dress and I wear it everyday.

Book Aegon: I have really badass quotes.

Show Aegon: I want my mommy... Is that good enough?

Book Aegon: I'm a toxic family man.

Show Aegon: I'm just a creep who have mommy kink.

Book Aegon: *start yelling* YOU'RE FUCKING EMBARRASSING!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? I SWEAR TO GODS I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE AND FEED YOU TO SUNFYRE!!!

Show Aegon: *start crying and then pass out*

[ironthroneconquerors]

[yoonivy]

gold rush; part 1.

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre. romantic comedy — inspired by 10 things i hate about you and also another movie (can you guess which one? :) ) , college/university au, eventual smut, enemies to lovers (kinda??? their relationship is complicated to explain LOL)

In all the 8 years you’ve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total. So why is he starting now?

warnings. aegon + viserys + ramsay being besties. oc is a bit cringe but at least she is free :’) !!

word count. 8k+

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The days are growing chillier. The leaves on the trees are still a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows; but they are starting to fall on the ground, baring the branches for the upcoming winter season. 

This means that the weekly outdoor picnic at the University’s quad that you and your friends always make time for is probably going to end soon, so Sansa Stark insists for one more before the inevitable happens. 

“Winter is Coming,” Sansa states with a heavy sigh and a shiver after you all helped her lay out the pastel gingham blanket on the ground that you are all sitting on now. 

Meera Reed makes a face at her, snorting in disbelief. “Did you just quote your family’s motto at us? Really Sansa?”

Sansa glares her way while she starts to take the lunch she had prepared out of her favorite wicker picnic basket. She huffs before insisting, “Well it is. Winter is coming .”

“Oh, it already is coming,” Margaery Tyrell smirks, already pouring out the pre-made mimosas into four mugs. “It came plenty last night…”

“Marg!” 

“What?” Margaery pouts at Sansa’s outcry of her name, feigning innocence. “I’m just saying… Stark men have quite a set of heavy b—“

“No, no,” Meera is the one to cut her off now, her palm held up to stop Margaery from finishing. “I need my appetite to eat these delicious katsu sandwiches!”

Meanwhile, Sansa is ruffling up Margaery’s perfect blowout, ordering the brunette to stop saying disgusting things about her brother, Robb, in front of her.

As you watch them, you laugh with your mouth around the rim of your mug, the taste of alcoholic, bubbly orange juice sweet on your tongue. Your friends are all ridiculous, but you love them. And perhaps, you are just as ridiculous as them. “Sansa… Is your Uncle Benjen visiting any time soon?”

“I don’t know…” Sansa eyes you suspiciously. “Why…? ”

“Cause…” There’s already a stupid smirk lifting your lips that Sansa takes a deep inhale to prepare herself. “I wanna test out Marg’s theory about Stark men and their heavy—“

You are tackled onto your back by the fiery redhead; and luckily for the both of you, you had already drunk all the mimosa in your mug before she did so. You are laughing and shrieking as Sansa shakes you by the  shoulders playfully, with Meera hollering in the back and Margaery exclaiming, “Yes! That’s my girl! Daddy Benjen is so fit!”

It must have been a strange sight to see. Four women in their early twenties having a picnic in the middle of autumn, all screaming and all toppled on top of each other on the quad of the Seven Kingdom’s most prestigious post-secondary school, Vale University. 

No one would dare approach that mess — unless they are brave. 

Or stupid. 

When a dark shadow casts over you and your friends, and someone clears their throat noisily, that is when you all pause mid-laughter to glance up at the newcomer. 

Your eyes widen comically when you are faced with gorgeously long platinum silver hair; the tiniest waist made with an expensive belted black cotton trench coat; a striking violet eye; and the most disgruntled expression you’ve ever seen in your life. 

Of course all that was none other than Aemond Targaryen. 

So in conclusion — brave and stupid. 

All four of you quickly straightened up in embarrassment but his eye was solely on you. 

“Can I talk to you?” Aemond asks, head cocking to a tree nearby. 

Dumbfounded, you nod slowly and stand up just as slow. But while you are in the process of doing so, he is already walking away. Shrugging at the confused looks of your friends, you jog after him. 

In all honesty, you have no freaking idea why he is pulling you aside either.

When the two of you make it beside the willow tree, he turns towards you. The sourness in his face doesn’t change, and you wonder why he is even talking to you because he clearly doesn’t want to be. 

In all the 8 years you’ve known Aemond Targaryen, he has not spoken more than 8 words to you. In total .

So why now?

That is when the panic start to rise in your chest, because there is only one reason he would even sought you out —

“Aemond, is your fath—“

“Are you going to the party—“

You both stop abruptly after speaking over the other. 

Now you are thoroughly confused. 

With your head tilting to the side, you repeat the little you heard him say, “The party?”

At the dumb look on your face, the tips of his ears start burning red. Aemond grimaces, then glares to the side as he answers, “Yeah, the Tyrell party tomorrow night. Are you invited?”

Your brows draw even closer together, staring at Aemond like he grew another head. “I mean, yeah… Margaery is one of my best friends…” Aemond then grunts in remembrance at the girl he just saw you with not even 5 seconds ago. He is still not even looking at you, so you pull at your sweater paws from the feeling of discomfort. “I’m not going though.”

Finally, his eye is on you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “I’m not really in a partying mood… Besides, all my friends have people they’re interested in that are going so I’m probably going to be the weird seventh wheel…”

What in the Seven Hells?!

You make a face at your own oversharing. Why did you just confess your loser status to Aemond Targaryen of all people? Why would he even care—

“Then come with me.”

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?!?!

When you realize you exclaimed that out loud and not just in your head, you slap a hand over your mouth. 

His scowl makes you explain yourself in a hurry, “Sorry! It’s just we’ve never really hung out before or, like, even had a conversation until this one, so I’m a bit… confused?”

Aemond presses his pink pout together, inhaling sharply. Then he stares at you in a way that pins you to the spot, your breath catching. “You’re right…” he frowns as he trails off. “We’ve known each other for so long and yet we’ve never made an effort to become friends—“

You’ve never made an effort, I’ve at least tried, you wanted to say, but you bite your tongue and let him keep going. 

“So I’d like to take you to the party to change that. Ramsay’s band is playing so it should be a… fun night.”

He says all that in the aloof yet cocksure air of his but you’re convinced that he is not even convinced himself. 

Because why would being in any 10-feet vicinity close to Ramsay Bolton be any fun? Also he said he’d “like” to take you to the party and yet he looks like he is being held at gunpoint to talk to you. 

Someone is definitely putting him up to this. 

To put Aemond out of his misery (and to satisfy the sniper surely aiming at his head) you say, “I’ll, um… think about it then?”

Aemond hums as an answer; sounding not quite satisfied but letting it be. 

And you thought that would be it. Like he’ll be like well, I tried! — shrugs shoulders and flippantly throws his hands up — oh well! but just as you say your soft goodbye and begin to walk away, Aemond calls your name. 

Wait a second — he knows your name???

You balk, once again staring at him wide-eyed. This time he ignores the look, or at least doesn’t react to it outwardly, and says, “You have my number, right?”

I literally didn’t even know you even knew my name, you almost answer, but instead you went with a simple, “No.”

He lets out a discontented hmm… like somehow that was your fault. He then fishes his phone out of his pocket and then hands it to you. On the screen is the new contact section. 

He didn’t even need to say anything, his domineering stare was enough for you to promptly type in your information on his phone. 

When you hand it back, his thumb swiftly moves on the screen. A second later, you felt the familiar vibration of a new text in the back pocket of your jeans. 

“Text me if you’re coming, I’ll pick you up,” is all Aemond says before he is already walking away and up the hill of the quad to the path leading to one of the university’s libraries. 

You watch his retreating back for a minute before finally heading back to your friends. 

“What was that?!” Margaery is the first of your friends to ask, but you can tell they are all piqued with interest and confusion. They know that you and Aemond go way back yet don’t have a semblance of a proper history, and that he has never sought you out like that before. 

So as you stare at the text that Aemond sent you:

I hope you’ll come to the party. It’ll be nice if you do. 

All you can tell your friends is:

“I honestly don’t even know.”

--

As soon as your last class for the day was let out at 6 PM, you book it to the nearest bus stop and luckily make it just as soon as the bus pulls up.

You would think for a busy and populated university campus, the public transportation schedule would be better. But alas, most of the students that attend Vale U are trust fund babies and have the most expensive cars and/or drivers that take them anywhere they want to go. 

Not you though. You pretty much live paycheque to paycheque. Although you are lucky enough to have only one job that could sustain your living expenses. 

That is where you are heading now, your part-time job at one of the homes in the #3 Wealthiest Neighborhoods of all of Westeros according to Baelish Times. 

The gated neighborhood of Eyrie Heights sits on the tallest cliff in the region of the Vale. Of course since it is the home of many famous celebrities and important political figures, the nearest bus stop to the front gates of the community is a 45 minutes walk away — you make that trek back and forth at least four days every week. 

You’re used to it so it’s not so bad, and the security guards at the gates are super friendly and would always drive you to your final destination in their golf cart. Today was no different, and you are dropped off at one of the many mansions in the neighborhood belonging to the governing family of the Vale, the Arryn’s. 

“Thanks Grenn!” You call out after hopping off the cart and waving goodbye to your ride. 

“No problem!” He waves back with a wide grin. “Say hey to Mr. T for me!”

You give him a thumbs up before turning your heels to walk up the stone pathway leading to the ivory mansion fit for a king.

It definitely is one of the most gorgeously built homes you’ve ever seen. It is an older mansion but properly maintained with the prettiest front garden and perfect shrubbery. The white bricked walls are paired with dark navy blue shingle roofing, which looks lovely during the hotter months but gorgeous when everything is blanketed with white snow. What does it for you though is the huge oval arched windows and the balconies on the second and third floors with the pillars — it was what caught your wide eyes when you first saw it eight years ago when your mother held your hand and dragged you up the same pathway you are currently walking on. Although it is an Arryn family mansion, the man living there now is the widower of an Arryn woman and he is the one you are caring for.

After you climb up the three tiers of stoned steps with the dragon statue water fountain in the center, you pick up the packages and letters at the front door that he received the past two days you haven’t checked up on him before unlocking the door with your set of keys and stepping inside.

“Viserys?” You shout out, locking the door behind you. From somewhere still on the ground floor, you hear the one you are calling for respond back, In here!

With the packages and a hefty bag you’ve pulled out from a closet near the front door, you head to where you assume ‘in here’ is. 

You end up at one of the rooms in the back of the mansion. It does not even surprise you that this is where you find your patient/friend in the huge home — it is the room he is often in if he is not in his master bedroom or kitchen. The conservatory is as beautiful as every part of the house, but anyone can tell it’s the most loved. With its high windowed ceiling and the windowed walls, the brilliant sun can be clearly seen setting on purple and pink skies. But you knew that and luxurious furnishing wasn’t the reason why Viserys Targaryen favored that room so much — for every other room has the same luxury feel to it — but it is because this room is where him and his first wife would always spend time together during the first few years of their marriage before they moved back to Viserys’ ancestral home in King’s Landing. 

“This room is also the only one we were allowed to spend time in while I was courting her,” you remember Viserys recalling to you and your mother one time with a hearty chuckle. He then pointed outside, where the pool is. “Her father would grill out there, pretending it’s for lunch or dinner. But he was really just keeping a close eye on me to not do anything unsavory. Aemma was always so embarrassed because she said her father didn’t even like barbecue ribs that much. ”

With a smile at that memory of his memory, looking towards the many picture frames in the room that hold weathered photos of the ethereal looking woman who still held the heart of a man even 25 years after her death. 

You turn to watch that man now, hunched over beside a big and long table in the middle of the room occupied fully by miniature statues and structures to resemble the once glorious city of the now ruined Old Valyria. 

Viserys is so consumed with whittling away at a block of soapstone that he did not even notice that you were already in the room. 

While putting down his packages and letters on a side table near the door, you call his name again. He turns to you with a bit of a jolt, before his lips spread into a soft smile. “Sorry, my dear… I’ve just been so focused because my hands are being very agreeable today.”

You laugh, nodding in understanding while walking to where he is sitting. 

“How was the commute here?” Viserys asks while you pull out what you needed in the heavy bag you put down on the ground. 

You shrug nonchalantly as you wrap the blood pressure band around his arm. “Awful like always, but I’ll live.”

The balding platinum haired man frowns at that. “I really wished you’d let me hire a chauffeur for you.”

You chuckle, writing down his numbers on your phone’s notes app and moving on to test his blood sugar level. “And I told you, I spend way too much on my monthly bus pass for you to do that. Besides, I like taking public transportation—“ Viserys gives you a look. “… Sometimes.”

Once you have all of Viserys’ numbers for the day and nothing concerning pops up, you text everything to his primary nurse who visits him once a week, Samwell Tarly. 

As you get a text back from Sam -– “Thank you, ____! 😀” — Visery slowly sits up and asks, “A little game of Cyvasse for old time sakes?”

You groan and frown deeply in a way that definitely shows your age of twenty-two, but you follow him anyway to the table in one of the corners of the room with the Cyvasse game on top. 

Not even ten minutes later, Viserys sighs heavily as he watches you make another wrong move. Honestly, you’ve tried plenty of times to understand this board game but it is just lost on you. At this point, you are just moving pieces you think are the ugliest so they can be taken off the board quicker.

“When is your family visiting?” Visersy asks while taking out another one of your pawns, only four of your pieces left on the board versus his fifteen. “Your father is the only one that gives me a challenge in this game and I miss that — well, your father and my younger brother.”

You shrug, moving a piece that he just knocks over a second later. Honestly, he can be playing the game just as bad as you and you would be none the wiser. “Probably not anytime soon. Autumn is the busiest season at Ironrath with the ironwood and all.”

Viserys hums, winning the game. Then he looks straight at you. “You know, your mother called yesterday–”

“Ugh…” your head falls dramatically, already knowing what he is probably going to say next.

“She said you haven’t been picking up her calls and barely answering her messages.”

Yup, there it is.

You stand up, walking over to the table where you dropped off the packages and pick it up to bring to him. 

“It’s not that I’ve been avoiding her. I’ve just been so busy – with classes, extracurriculars, this job…” you tell him as you hand him a package decorated with silver star stickers from his daughter Helaena at King’s Landing, a postcard from Dorne from his grandsons’ Jace and Luke who are vacationing there at the moment, and a letter from Otto Hightower — his father-in-law from his second marriage. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to call her tonight.”

“Is this job too much on top of all of your studies?” Viserys asks, full of concern. “Because—“

“No, it’s not this job,” you reassure him. “I’m just shit at time management. Sansa’s helping me out with that though.”

“Well I hope you are at least taking time for yourself. Your youth should be spent having fun and not being stressed about the future.”

Easier said than done, you think but you let him know instead, “My friends and I had a picnic today. That was fun! And—” Hold on, you just remembered something, “ I … actually got invited to a party tomorrow night… by Aemond.”

At the mention of his son, Viserys’ head tilts in confusion. “Aemond…? I didn’t know you two were friends.”

You scoff out a chuckle. “We’re not… That’s what’s weird about it.”

Viserys hums in thought for a while then smiles at you. “I think you should go to the party with him!”

You make a face and he chuckles, encouraging further, “I’m being serious! My son needs a good influence like you in his life… and under that cold exterior, I know my boy is as sweet as can be. Just give him a chance!” 

Sweet is the last word you would use to describe Aemond Targaryen. Maybe agreeable would have been more suitable. But you know how much Viserys loves his family – as distant as they all may be from him – so you just let it go with a sigh.

And like you told his son earlier, you tell him the same with a tight smile, “… I’ll think about it…”

--

Turns out, you didn’t even need to think about it. 

No. No thinking was involved. 

Not when you are basically kidnapped out of your apartment. As soon as you get home from the library, you are being grabbed around the waist hauled up and out of your modest and tiny living space. 

“How dare you ! You are supposed to be on my team! Team Always Stay At Home Like Gremlins!” You seethe furiously at your best friend and roommate, Jon Snow, who has a hold of your feet to stop you from kicking the man who has you on his shoulder. 

“I know ! I’m sorry, but… Margaery told me to…” Jon says with a weary and apologetic smile. “And plus… Sansa’s going to the party.”

“She’s your cousin, you weirdo !” You bite back at him, and from over your shoulder you can see he is just blushing profusely, unperturbed by the accusation you threw at him. Under you, Theon Greyjoy is laughing so hard in that annoying way of his, so you warn him, “Don’t even get me started with you, buddy.”

He shuts his mouth rather quickly after that.

You are hauled into the car waiting at the front of the apartment, and when you settle in as comfortably as you could after getting tossed into the backseat by Theon, you are faced with Robb and Meera peering back at you from the front seats. 

“Where’s Sansa and Marg?” You ask once the car pulls away, sandwiched between Jon and Theon. 

“Oh, you know… taking a million hours to get ready,” Robb says as he turns right on a street that the robotic lady navigating him tells him to turn at — heading to Loras Tyrell’s penthouse. 

You gesture down at your own outfit — a cream oversized Vale U hoodie and loose blue jeans. “And I didn’t get the same courtesy because…?”

You are not even going to mention your unstyled hair and lack of makeup. 

Meera playfully rolls her eyes. “You look great… like always.”

You stick your tongue out at her while grabbing your phone out of your pocket. 

To Aemond — Heeeeey! I’m coming to the party! You don’t need to pick me up, I have a ride and I’m already on my way there! — see you soon 😃 !

Then before you have a chance to put it away, you notice the little message typing bubble pop up and you wait for a few seconds, and then…

Your mouth gapes open in offense. 

The asshole leaves you on read. 

--

“Maybe he got distracted with something,” of course it’s Jon trying to reason and be practical about the whole situation, always trying to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes it just sounds like he is playing devil’s advocate — like this time, since it involves Aemond “The Ice Prince” Targaryen. “Didn’t you say he was typing something before he didn’t respond at all?”

“I think he is just a right royal prick,” Robb states, which makes the girl he has his arms around giggle.

All your friends are stuffed into an elevator now heading up to the party at Margaery’s brother’s place. And instead of being excited for the night since Loras usually throws the best parties, you’re just pissed off, staring at the read receipt you’ve gotten more than 20 minutes ago. 

“Thank you, Robb!” You appreciate that you at least have someone on your side on this. 

“Watch though, as soon as we step inside, he’ll be a blubbering mess and he’ll tell you he couldn’t respond because the ____ ____ actually messaged him back,” Margaery predicts, somewhat jokingly. 

“Now that I can’t ever see happening in a million years!” Theon snickers. “Do you see what she’s wearing?”

Gasping, you slap his arm. “You said I looked fine, you dick!”

“Meera said you looked fine, I didn’t say nor agree with anything!”

With your friends laughing at yours and Theon’s shenanigans and just when you were about to hit him again, the door of the elevator opens to the sound of smooth R&B. 

“Is that…?” You trail off, listening closely when you step out the elevator. Once you recognize the artist singing live for the party guests, you hit Theon’s arm multiple times out of excitement. “GREY WORM?!”

You ignore Theon’s whining and pouting about how you are hurting him (you weren’t, he’s just being dramatic) to squeal with Sansa – who also loves the up and coming vocalist just as much as you do. 

Sansa links her arm around yours and the two of you set off to the huge living area to join the crowd dancing and singing along with Grey Worm. 

Margaery and Robb find the two of you later in the middle of the dancefloor, still dancing and singing your lungs out. They bring with them four little cups, and after toasting with your friends, you knock back your first shot for the night — and definitely not the last.

After Grey Worm plays his last encore song for the night, you boo lightheartedly with the crowd making the handsome Astapori laugh, promising he’ll be back in the Vale soon for a proper concert. When he steps off the “stage” (which was just a 6 inch platform) he kisses the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen and you almost want to boo seriously because how are you supposed to compete with that?!

You pout with Sansa, both your dreams dashed in an instant. As the DJ returns to her booth, the room is shaken with the loud bass of HEATED by Beyoncé – the most popular artist in all six continents of the world – you turn to Margaery to ask, “Why was Grey Worm the opening act and Ramsay’s dark-sided heavy metal band the main one for the night?”

Margaery sighs and rolls her eyes, “Well, Renly just signed Ramsay’s band to his label so my brother wanted to be the ever supportive boyfriend… I told him to switch it around but when he asked Ramsay, the manchild threw a fit…”

“Of course he did,” Sansa says, shaking her head in mild disbelief. 

“Let’s stop talking about the prick and have some fun before he inevitably goes on that stage, yeah?” Robb suggests, and you all agree with him, deciding not to let Ramsay ruin your night. Maybe later, when he does start his set, you can all just head to the outdoor balcony with the pool and mini bar.  

You stay dancing with your friends until the song ends before you part with them to grab yourself another drink. You were also incredibly hot, so once you were out of the crowd, you pull off your hoodie, now only wearing a white tank top – very Olivia Rodrigo chic. You toss the hoodie onto one of the couches, knowing no one here will ever steal Vale U merch (and if someone does, it’s whatever) and then you head to the bar. You take another shot while you order a peach bellini and as you wait for your drink to be made, your eyes scan the room. The party is in full swing now and there has to be more than fifty people in this room alone, so there must be plenty more in other areas of the penthouse. Just as you get your drink, you notice someone from the corner of your eyes standing against the wall by a loveseat pretty close to you. 

The guy who left you on read, Aemond Targaryen. 

You suppose you weren’t pissed off anymore (and perhaps Jon was right that he got distracted by something) so you decide you should at least say hi. With your drink in hand, you walk to him and you have to admit… He is looking pretty good tonight. The black silk button up shirt he has on fits so nicely against his body and it is tucked into an equally as tight leather pants that left no room to the imagination. You might have drooled a little, you’re not even going to lie. 

As you approach him, his eye lands on you, taking in you in a way that makes you feel like he is devouring you whole. His mouth parts slightly while his thumb starts to skim across the rim of the glass cup of whiskey on ice he is holding. Maybe it’s the shots you’ve taken, or maybe Meera was right — maybe you do look good.

You were so distracted by how handsome he looks that you didn’t even notice the company he is with until it was too late. 

“Well, well… Isn’t this a nice surprise, angel eyes?” Is what you hear when you are about to say hello to Aemond. As you grimace at the sound of his voice, Aemond looks between you and the man sitting on the couch he is beside. 

Ramsay takes away the arm he has around the girl who is sitting with him to put both his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together, leaning forward to regard you closer. 

“Finally ready to make nice again, sweetheart?” Ramsay asks you, that infuriating smirk on his lips. 

“You two know each other?!” Aegon Targaryen — Aemond’s older brother by three years — questions like he cannot believe it to be true. You wish it wasn’t true. But sadly, it is. You went on five dates with the scumbag just last year. 

“No,” you tut out at the same time Ramsay replies, “She’s my ex.”

“Ex?!” you scoff out with a laugh. “We went on, like, five dates, my dude.”

Ramsay gasps mockingly, grabbing onto his chest. “Oh sweetheart, how you wound my fragile heart. I thought what we had was special!”

You roll your eyes, but decide not to give him the satisfaction of another reply from you. So you turn to Aemond instead, throwing him a very expectant smile but you are met with a carefully neutral expression. You falter slightly under his stare, licking your lips and then pressing it together before you tell him, “Hey, uh, sorry I didn’t come here with you. I got pretty much held hostage by my friends as soon as I got home from school.”

Aemond nods slowly with a throaty hum. “It’s fine.”

Feeling several eyes on you, you mirror the bob of his head as you wait for him to say something — anything — else. 

“Are you… having fun?” You ask, breaking first.

Eye still on you, Aemond shrugs nonchalantly. But after a couple of seconds, he turns his head away, looking to the side as he takes a sip of his drink, then keeps his stare at the dancing crowd as if you weren’t even standing in front of him.

You let out a humorless chuckle, trying not to feel rejected. 

“Okay, then… Great talk,” you murmur, then you promptly walk away before you humiliate yourself any further. 

What is his deal ?

First he invites you to this stupid party, then he leaves you on read, and now he makes you a fool in front of all his friends…

Honestly… It’s on you for expecting anything different.

--

Once you turn to leave, Aemond is quick to watch you walk away with an indecipherable look on his face. Never once taking his eye off you until you eventually blend into the crowd. 

“Was that her?” Vis asks — a distant cousin of Aemond’s, with the same name as his dad (a Targaryen thing; after the 10th generation they just became less and less creative and started reusing the same 10 names). “Is that the girl?” 

“Yesss , it issss!” Aegon answers in a sing-song, slurring his words from the many shots and bottles of beer he has downed already. 

“The girl?” Ramsay questions, frowning in confusion. Meanwhile, Vis grimaces in disgust, muttering something rude about your outfit.

“The girl Aemond needs to trick into falling in love with him,” Aegon supplies, walking over to his younger brother to wrap his arm around the taller man. With his hand grasping tight on Aemond, Aegon shakes him and sharply hisses in his ear, “And you’re already fucking it up, little brother.”

With a scowl, Aemond jerks aggressively, successful with getting his brother off of him with a shrug of his shoulder and an elbow into Aegon’s stomach.

“Ooooh , ___ is the girl?” Ramsay exclaims, blue eyes lighting up with excitement at the remembrance of what they had all talked about about a week ago. “You should have told me earlier, and I wouldn’t have said all that… Now, I just reminded her of all the good times we had together–” Winking at Aemond, he finishes with, “It’s going to be tougher for you now, little Aemond.”

Aemond scoffs, eyes rolling off to the side. 

Vis’ younger sister, Dany, turns to Ramsay, her thick and pretty brows drawing together in confusion. “Isn’t that the girl that blocked you on all her social media accounts?”

“Yeah,” Ramsay’s head rolls slowly from one side to the other as if saying ‘what of it?’. “Because she was so madly in love with me and was so distraught to find out she wasn’t the only girl I was dating at the time…”

At that, Aemond decides it’s time to tune Ramsay’s annoying ass out. He huffs out, finishing his drink to leave his group of… people he hangs out with, to get another at the bar. 

He feels someone following behind him, but they don’t make themselves known until they are both standing by the bar.

“You’re acting like a bigger asshole than you usually are tonight,” Alys Rivers tells Aemond without any prompting after they order their drinks. Just as he was about to roll his eye for the hundredth time that evening, Alys shakes her head and holds a finger up, “ Don’t roll your eye at me… You know I’m right.”

Aemond sighs and says nothing because she is right, and so he sips on his drink instead as soon as it is slid towards him. 

Alys turns her whole body towards him, direct and headstrong like always when she tells him,  “How do you expect her to fall in love with you even just a little bit if you treat her like that?”

Aemond holds her gaze for only a few seconds before it drops down to the clinking of melting ice in the cup he had placed on the bar table. “This is the stupidest plan I’ve ever agreed to be a part of.”

The only person that he actually likes in his so-called friend group lets out a short chuckle, reminding him, “I’m pretty sure I told you that when Aegon first mentioned it.” 

Aemond lets out a dissatisfied hum, bringing his glass up to his mouth to take another swallow. 

“You know you can just… not do it. Leave the poor girl alone.”

Aemond frowns. “I’m already in it.”

Alys snorts at that. “Barely.”

Then Aemond goes quiet, deep in thought. Because once again, Alys is right. He can just back out, let Aegon do this stupid plan. Why should he waste his time on this? Waste his time with you? 

But then again… He doesn’t trust his brother to do anything right. So in the end, it has to be him.

“I have to do it,” he says in a way that leaves no room for doubt. “You know what’s at stake, Alys.”

At that, Alys sighs heavily and nods in relent. “Right. Of course…” Then she offers him an encouraging smile. “At least we now know it won’t be that hard for her to fall for you… She did date Ramsay after all…”

Aemond lets out a combination of a snort and a chuckle, tipping his glass towards Alys. “You’re right.”

Her small smile spreads into a bigger one, eyes rolling teasingly. “I’m always right, Aemond. You should know that by now,” then as she clinks her glass against his, she adds, “And I have one more prediction with this idiotic plan of yours.”

Leaning on the elbow he has rested on the table, Aemond tips his head to the side and decides to humor her with a question, “And what’s that?”

With a secretive smirk, Alys brings her wine glass up to her dark red lips and says before taking a sip, “You’re going to accidentally fall for her first.”

And for the first time in forever, Aemond actually lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, gazing incredulously at his friend like she has gone crazy.

Because that will never, ever happen. Not in a million years.

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Much to your surprise, it is Gendry Baratheon who pulls you out of your sour mood with his silly jokes and cute flirty comments.

When he asks you to dance, you glance discreetly to Sansa for permission but she is too busy canoodling with her cousin , so you look towards the next best option — Robb. The oldest Stark sibling gives you a thumbs up. Their younger sister, Arya, dated the hot architecture major but dumped him before she dropped out of uni just the previous year to travel the world and learn from experience instead of books. 

You’re glad for his approval, because as you grind your hips against Gendry’s with his hands tight on your waist, you realize how much you are a sucker for pretty boys with dark hair and light eyes. That’s probably the only reason you swiped right on Ramsay.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while…” Gendry simmers, the pupils in his bright blue eyes blown with desire, pressing himself even firmer against you. Very firm indeed. 

“Yeah?” You smirk with an adorable tilt of your head, threading your fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, bringing his face down closer to yours. “And why didn’t you?”

His long dark lashes flatter, eyes roaming your face as he murmurs somewhat absentmindedly, “You really don’t know how intimidatingly gorgeous you are, do you…?”

After a gleeful giggle, you let out a soft sigh as you lean in at the same time, wanting to close the distance between your lips. But just when your mouth is about to touch Gendry’s chapped yet alluring lips, you are being yanked away from him rather harshly with a hand that had just clasped around your elbow. At the rather disorienting motion of the pull, you end up smacking face first into the chest of the person who is the culprit of the rude interruption. 

The guy smells so goddamn good that you almost melt into him, until you remember why your nose is pressed onto him in the first place —

“What the heck?!” You cry out, prying yourself away from the person to glare at them. What you find is Aemond staring down at you before he glances over at the man behind you. 

“It’s a bit of a bastard move to try and stick your tongue down the throat of someone else’s date, don’t you think, Baratheon?” 

Both yours and Gendry’s mouth drop at Aemond’s accusatory statement. 

DATE?! WHAT IS THIS SCUMBAG ON ABOUT?!

“Sorry, man… I honestly didn’t know you two were a thing…” Gendry apologizes to Aemond, then looks at you longingly before he walks away, muttering under his breath, “Seven Hells, I need another drink.”

“Wait, Gen …” you trail off when he glances at you in a way that makes you falter, shaking his head with a heavy sigh of disappointment – which you think might not be because he thinks you’re taken but because he expected better of you to not cheat on your boyfriend . You want to stop him and tell him it wasn’t true because it’s not!

“No… come back…” You cry out pathetically, reaching out dramatically but he is already too far gone. You deflate, wallowing in your sadness for a couple more seconds until your ire strikes and you glower at the reason you did not end the night with making out with one of the hottest guys at the party. 

In the middle of the dancefloor, Aemond stands stiff rod straight with his hands clasped together behind his back, a shit-eating grin lifting his lips. 

Bitch, you declare in your mind. 

Your arms are wildly moving when you ask him incredulously, “What the hell was that?” Then quieter, you harshly whisper, “Why did you tell him I was your date?!”

“I invited you to this party, didn’t I?” Aemond questions, head cocking.

“Yeah…?”

“And you texted me you’re coming…” “You mean the text you ig–”

“So then that means you’re my date,” Aemond declares as if it’s that simple, cutting you off rudely. Then his hand clutches over his heart, pouting mockingly. “and you’ve hurt my feelings terribly by dancing with another guy.”

You might not be as sober as you thought because instead of remaining pissed off, you are actually kinda… impressed . This is the most personality you have ever seen Aemond have. A bit vindictive, sure, but at least he is not all emo sad sulking boy like you previously thought he was just. 

Though… unlucky for him… you can be quite a menace yourself. And you still haven’t forgiven him for leaving you on read, making you look dumb in front of his friends, and now cockblocking you from getting a hot piece of ass— Oh boy… You are heated all over again. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Aemond,” you say with poutiest of pouts (the one you use whenever you want something to go your way. And it usually works, just ask Jon and all the times he went out to the 24 hours convenience store a few streets down at two in the morning to grab whatever you wanted) then you mirror him, grabbing at your heart. 

Aemond’s eye flicker down from your begrudgingly cute face to where your hand lands, taking a sharp inhale as you squeeze your boob, before meeting your eyes again with his own wide, looking so confused at your sudden 180 — and also, why are you fondling yourself?! 

“How will I ever make it up to you?”

But you give him no chance to answer because you all of the sudden perk up, clapping your hands together as you exclaim, “I know! Since you wanted to dance with me so badly—“ you titter out a quite evil-sounding giggle, “— then we’re gonna dance, baby !”

Aemond frowns, shaking his head minutely, “I didn’t—“

But you’re already dancing — and quite horribly as well. Where was the rhythm you had when you were grinding with the Baratheon bastard? Aemond wonders while watching your every uncoordinated move with an unimpressed hmm. 

Little does he know, you’re dancing this bad on purpose. You can dance — maybe not as well as Meera but you can keep a rhythm. For Aemond though — your sweet, sweet date who is always so prim, proper and collected — oh how embarrassed he will be to be seen with someone who is not as perfect as him. Someone who can’t help but make a fool of herself and in turn, him , for being tied to her. 

With your fists pressing against your chest and your elbows out, you start to shake your arms back and forth. You’re actually surprised Aemond is able to hold eye contact with you… Maybe you’re not doing enough? So you suppose you need to turn it up a notch. 

And as if the DJ is your partner in crime, the next song she plays is absolutely perfect. 

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin’ and slidin’..

You start with something easy, dipping your hips side to side, enough to be sensual and then— 

I can do all them little tricks…

BAM!

The sprinkler! You even make the sound effect, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth to sound out the tcktcktcktck as you wave your arm above your head in a jerking motion. 

And keep the dick up inside it…

You jump, landing on your feet wide apart with bent and spread knees, smacking the top of your thighs loudly. Aemond’s face remains completely unfazed even though there is an audience starting to surround the two of you now. But your gaze only on each other. 

You can smack it, you can grip it…

You straighten up, turning around swiftly, slapping your butt next as you look over your shoulder at Aemond with a wink. You hear people hoot and holler — sounding a lot like Theon and Margaery. 

You can go down and kiss it…

Grinning at your friend’s encouragement, you drop down— 

All the way to the floor, laying on your front on the ground to wave your whole body, doing the worm so impressively and backwards instead of forward that the whole crowd cheers so loudly. 

You hop up just as fast onto your feet, looking down at yourself and find you were lucky enough to not have a drip of gross wetness on you from all the drinks sloshed onto the floor throughout the night. Now that’s a miracle. 

And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it…

After shrugging to yourself, you make eye contact with Aemond again, stepping towards him with a sultry smirk, your fingers trailing on his body as you make your way around him, stopping behind him to breathily sing into his ear the next part…

He want a F-F-R-EEeeEee-A-K…

You suppress the giggle when you feel him shiver. Probably out of disgust and mortification — and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself. 

You move again, to complete your circling around him, finally almost in front of him again—

F-F-R-Eee—-

“—EEP!” 

That was you, bleeting louder than the music, all because you were suddenly grabbed by the waist and dipped down low by none other than Aemond Targaryen. 

The crowd goes wild, thinking that what is happening in front of them is a risqué kiss between the Ice Prince and the weird dancing girl. But it is not that all, because what Aemond’s pretty long hair has hidden from view of prying eyes is not a stolen kiss, but it’s his burning gaze on you as he growls a little too ferally, “You think you’re real cute, don’t you, love?”

As he impressively keeps the two of you in that position, his arm solidly around your waist and his other hand cupping the back of your head so gently, you can’t help but really look at him for the first time in your life. It’s hard to deny it, but he really is so easy on the eye. The slope of his nose is enviously perfect, his violet eye the brightest and most vibrant out of all his family, and…

Though he did not move one inch during your dance for him, Aemond is breathing quite as heavily as you are. The puff of his hot breath on your mouth has you looking down, and his eye follows where you look.

Aemond’s lips… They look so soft and the shape of them so sharp at the edges… You kind of want a feel of them against yours. Just to see…

His tongue peeks out, wetting his mouth, and you blink slow in rapt attention. Once he is done, you flutter your lashes, glancing back up to meet his gaze from beneath them. 

He is too undeniably pretty, it’s unfair!

If Aemond is moving closer towards you, you don’t notice. Your nerves are getting the better of you, all thoughts have gone out the window. 

And that is why you so suddenly blurt out with a crooked smile, “So… ya like jazz?”

Aemond’s features twist into one of confusion before he starts to laugh as he pulls the both of you up to stand. The crowd has disappeared, onto the next big thing — a fight that broke out in the kitchen. But you and Aemond stay, with also a few stragglers still dancing. 

You burn with embarrassment. This is Jon’s fault! He’s the one who suggested to watch The Bee Movie last night. And you know what’s also his fault? The reason you were born in the first place! If his mom — your god mother Lyanna, and also your mom’s best friend — hadn’t gotten knocked up by her summer fling, your mother wouldn’t have begged your dad to start a family so quickly because they’ve always wanted to have their kids grow up together. 

While you make threats at Jon Snow in your head — promising he will rue the day he was born — Aemond is still laughing, telling you, “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

You take a chance to glance sideways at him….

The smile that lights up Aemond’s face is so gorgeous and glorious that your mouth parts in awe and your heartbeat starts to race. 

As you continue to openly stare now, it dawns on you that this is the first you’ve seen Aemond with such a genuine smile. The others were either snarky smirks or put on to appease whoever he was speaking to. 

You can’t believe he has been hiding this from the world. 

“Wow… You should smile more often,” you murmur without really thinking about it. “It looks nice on you.”

His face flattens as soon as the words leave you, pink blushing his cheeks and his ears as he swiftly turns on his heels to walk away. You don’t allow him to get far, grabbing onto his hand to pull him back towards you, whining out with laughter, “Noooo … don’t be embarrassed! I’ll shut up!”

After heaving the most exhausted sigh you’ve ever heard, Aemond turns back around to face you. You flutter your lashes at him to seem innocent, an overly optimistic smile rounding your cheeks adorably. 

“Do you want to dance?” You ask him. “Like, for real this time?”

While he eyes you warily, Aemond finds himself nodding slowly. At his acceptance, you let out a goblin like giggle of heh heh heh while you take his other hand, both of his in both of yours.

You start to move, encouraging him to do so too with the bobbing of your head in time with the beat of the music. Clearing his throat, Aemond begins to move as well… And you don’t know how but… He makes the simplest move of swaying side to side look so… painful.

“Oh, okay, wow…” You mutter, head tilting while looking down at his feet. “… Not the best footwork…”

“I thought you said you’ll shut up?” Aemond snaps with a fierce glare your way. You manage to suppress another laugh, tightly pressing your lips together to motion a pretend zipper closing across the seam of it with your fingers before lacing your hand with his again. 

You spend the next half hour teaching him how to dance. It wasn’t particularly successful, but at least you had fun!

You think Aemond did too.

He smiled and laughed more times than you can count with both your hands.

And like you told him earlier, it looks nice on him.

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Aemond drives you home before Ramsay’s band starts their set. Not because you didn’t want to watch them (which you didn’t, but that’s besides the point) but because the worm you did actually hurt your back a little, the pain didn’t start until later. 

So as you lay in your bed, you make a note to yourself: never do the worm again. 

Scratch that. 

Never do the worm again drunk. 

Come on! You can’t completely forego a classic!

Growing more tired, you check your phone one last time. Shooting your friends messages to get home safe and also to Jon — please pick me up some pain killers 🥺. 

Then for some reason the last message conversation you open up is the one with the newest contact on your phone. 

It’s barely a conversation , you think to yourself as you stare at the glaring read receipt. And yet that doesn’t stop you from double texting. 

To Aemond — I had fun with you tonight ☺️

You turn to your side just as the all too familiar ‘…’ bubble from his side of the conversation pops up. You frown at your phone; waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and…

Your eyes light up, grinning wide with an overjoyed giggle. 

Because Aemond didn’t leave you hanging this time. Not at all. 

From Aemond — I had fun with you as well.  — Have a good night.  — Rest well and take a Poppyvil for your back.  — If it gets worse tomorrow, let me know. 

You send him back an ‘I will 🤠’ before you begin to drift off to sleep, your phone pressed to your chest and a smile on your face put on there by the last person you would ever expect to — Aemond Targaryen.

untitled playlist 🎵 nothing else i could do · ella jane

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author’s note: i hope you guys enjoy the first part of this story :)!! i’m so so excited for the rest!! the song that will be at the end of every chapter (or maybe scattered throughout the fic, i’m not sure yet lol) is a song that the oc puts in a playlist that she unknowingly makes with aemond in mind hehe.

let me know what you think!! feedback keeps us writers motivated :)!!

[cherienymphe]

Sibling Rivalry (Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Aegon II Targaryen)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, incest, loss of virginity, jealousy, arranged marriage, cuckolding, infidelity, Velaryon!Reader

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summary: Aemond had claimed your first kiss, and your hand in marriage……but Aegon had claimed your body.

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You never believed your cousin Rhaenyra to be capable of cold-blooded murder.

No matter what your parents believed, no matter what you overheard as a child, you just could not find it in you to fall prey to such rumors. You had heard all of the whispers, of course, regarding her sons’ true parentage, but Laenor’s love for them was evident for all to see. Rhaenyra’s love for him was just as obvious…so no.

You did not believe that she had your brother killed.

Your mother did not quite agree.

You came along much later than your siblings, the same age as Laena’s own daughters at her funeral. You remembered Laenor’s grief, and you recalled your guilt at your lack thereof. Laena had long married Daemon and had left Driftmark when you came along, so you did not know her as well as you would have liked. However, you did mourn the loss of a relationship that was never given the chance to flourish.

You had then hoped that Laenor would be around more, and perhaps he would fill in the gaps where memories of Laena should have been. You had hoped for that, but then he’d “died”, and your mother blamed Rhaenyra. The brief hope that you might have been married off to Jacaerys Velaryon died too, and you were forced to accept that it would never happen.

Especially so once your trips to King’s Landing became more frequent.

“She only has her brothers,” you had sadly murmured to your mother one day, playing with some flowers you had plucked. “…and you mustn’t tell the queen, but I do not think she likes her mother very much.”

You saw a lot of yourself in Helaena Targaryen. Quiet, fragile, and so painfully alone. Each departure became harder and harder as the fair skinned girl clung to you each time, her brothers frowning at her behavior. You suppose that she saw you somewhat like a sister, and you could not deny that you saw her the same in some ways.

It was the queen herself who proposed the idea of taking you on as her ward.

Driftmark was supposed to pass to you, should have passed to you, but your parents knew that you did not want it. You were happy to let your niece take it instead when the time came, more than content to live at King’s Landing with the sweet Helaena. Her brothers had never been taken into consideration.

Perhaps they should have.

After all these years, it still amazed you how all three were raised under the same hand, and yet walked the corridors so differently. The contrast between Helaena’s sweet nature and Aegon’s cruelty made your head spin. Looking back, it seemed almost inhumane to marry them, even if only for the sake of blood purity. It was not until years later when you discovered just how cruel he could be, but by then, it was too late.

For both Helaena…and you.

Aegon and Aemond fought more often than not, but on those occasions where they saw eye to eye, whoever was on the receiving end of their cruelty was granted your greatest sympathy. Aegon was quick to anger, and slow to forgive. Aemond was bold, wild, willful, hot-tempered…and unforgiving. Quite the pair they made, and no one avoided them in the beginning as much as you did.

Yet no one else seemed appeal to their baser instincts…as much as you did.

“Beware the dragon who is already claimed,” Helaena had whispered one day.

You were outside with her, sitting at her side as she studied the centipede that crawled along her skin. You had looked up with a hum, used to her ramblings and cryptic whisperings by now. Her eyes were not on you, but you could still see the heaviness in them as you asked her what she meant. She was quiet for what felt like a long time before repeating herself.

“Beware the dragon who is already claimed,” she sadly whispered again.

You had frowned slightly, not quite understanding what she meant, and she offered no further explanation. Deep in thought, you did not take note of the approach of her newly husband, Aegon’s presence casting a dark cloud over you both as he inquired on his brother’s whereabouts. Neither of you had the answer he wanted, and you did not like how dismissive he was of his sister.

So disgusted with him, you had looked away, missing the parting glance he threw over his shoulder.

You had missed so many things.

Aegon’s watchful gaze from afar had never registered to you. Why would it? You were always at Helaena’s side, and there was no oddity in a husband watching his wife. You did not question it at the dinner table, in the throne room, and not even outside when you helped Helaena look for a new creature to care for. He was always there in the shadows, watching over what you believed to be his wife.

His own interest unfortunately attracted another.

Aemond was less discreet, purposely so. He’d always been bold, and no one was more taken aback than you at the gradual shadow you’d seemed to acquire. You were foolish to think it was innocent, the same protective nature that he had for Helaena. It had made sense to you then. Growing up in King’s Landing at their side, why would he not see you in the same light as he saw his sister?

Despite how nervous Aemond made you sometimes, he became the only one to take your concerns for Helaena seriously.

“He is not good to her,” you tearfully sneered one day, pacing your chambers. “You must say something to him.”

Aemond’s watchful gaze did not leave you once as you voiced your worry over what you had seen. A bruise on her arm that was so ugly it made your stomach churn. There was no question in your mind as to who was at fault.

“It isn’t so bad,” she’d said to you one evening. “Mostly he just ignores you…except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Tears filled your vision at the memory of those words. Aegon’s reputation was no secret these days, and your skin crawled with the thought that Helaena had to sleep next to such an animal every night. You’d been so lost in your thoughts that you did not take notice of Aemond’s footsteps until his hands were already on your arms.

You reluctantly looked at him, swallowing.

Sometimes the younger prince looked at you in such a way that terrified you. It had been that way for years, and the weight of his gaze had gotten no lighter. Watching, watching, watching. He was always watching, and you had long given up on trying to decide if it was the look of a protector or that of a warden.

Not once had you ever considered that you were just as trapped as Helaena Targaryen.

Aemond’s hand drifted to your face, his thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth and making you gasp. His gaze was drawn to the action, staring at your parted lips for what felt like a long time. You had pulled away slightly, taking a step back, and you did not miss the way his eye darkened at that.

After some time, he finally spoke, meeting your gaze again.

“I will talk to my brother,” he promised you.

His hands trailed down your frame as he let you go, sharply inhaling when he brushed by you. It was moments like this that struck fear into you the most. You knew Aemond’s true nature. His casual cruelty that he could wield onto anyone he saw fit. His cold demeanor that threatened to freeze whomever he pleased. It was not lost on you that whenever he was in your presence, Aemond was holding himself back.

You dreaded the day when he no longer would.

Aemond was your first kiss.

It had come so unexpectedly, right after a heated exchange of words you’d had with his own brother. The oldest Targaryen prince had talked to Helaena in a way that you did not like. You were quick to tell him as much, and his callous laugh had angered you beyond belief. A princess in your own right, you had not hesitated to strike him clear across the face.

Aegon had not appreciated that, and you would be a liar if you said the way he swiftly stood did not scare you. His expression had molded into something ugly, something nasty, and you had stumbled back when his chest brushed yours. Neither of you said a word, simply staring each other down. You with wide eyes…and him with a vicious glint in his violet gaze that had your heart skipping a beat.

He had stepped closer again, the corner of his pink lips curving upwards ever so slightly. Aegon had looked positively terrifying as he reached up to play with a strand of your white hair, admiring it in a way that made you squirm. When you went to take another step back, he swiftly twisted it around his fingers, yanking on it and keeping you in place with a wince.

You reached up to pull on his arm as he merely drank you in. His eyes traveled along your frame slowly, as if memorizing every part of you, and you wanted nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible. He was so close, too close, and you watched in horror as he started to lean in when something over your shoulder caught his attention.

His smile was genuinely mirthful as he let you go, still looking over your shoulder.

You had never been more relieved to see Aemond in your life. The younger Targaryen prince was quick to guide you away as you ran towards him without sparing Aegon a second glance. His hold was tight on your arm, and you were fully expecting him to tear into you, telling you that you knew exactly how Aegon could be.

Aemond, however, did the last thing you ever expected.

His lips had stolen yours before you had realized it, your back pressed against the wall of the empty corridor. Your eyes were wide and hands unsure as they pressed against him, not quite so willing as he tasted the inside of your mouth. In that moment, you were forced to confront what you had long ignored. Aemond’s hand on your neck kept you in place, and you felt dazed when he pulled away.

The kiss prepared you for what followed.

You suspected that it had been a long time in the making, but you were not all that shocked at the marriage your parents and the king and queen agreed to between you and Aemond. There had been a dread within you for years, settling and festering deep down until it took you over completely. Always dreading…something. What, you had never known, but this was evidently the answer.

Aemond had claimed your first kiss, and your hand in marriage…

…but Aegon had claimed your body.

The night before your wedding was a nerve-wracking one for a multitude of reasons, and perhaps that was why you thought nothing of answering the knock at your chamber door. You had hopes that it was Helaena or perhaps even your mother, there to offer some much-needed guidance on what to do the following night.

Aegon was the last person you expected to see.

“Aegon,” you had breathed in shock, frowning. “What…brings you here at this hour?”

His blond hair curled behind his ears, the color of his eyes popping in the darkness. His smile was small, sweet in a sickly way. He did not answer you right away, instead allowing his gaze to travel behind you, taking in your room in all its splendor.

“I came to wish you favor and blessings on your nuptials tomorrow.”

Your lips parted, and your brows drew together.

“How kind of you,” you eventually whispered.

His gaze snapped to yours again, frighteningly fast, and you swallowed.

“Helaena wanted to be the one to do it, but I offered to come in her stead,” he replied.

You were unsure of what to say to that, so you said nothing. It was dawning on you that you were alone. Your guards were nowhere to be seen, and you supposed why would they be? You were just as much royalty as prince Aegon, but this was his home after all, and every man here would answer to him before they did you.

Your hair stood on end.

“If that is all,” you said, pushing the door closed.

Aegon’s hand stopped it, his palm against the wood as he pushed against it. Your strength was no match for his, and your heart dropped when he prevented you from closing it. He took a step forward, standing beneath the threshold now, and your hold on the door tightened. Aegon’s gaze flickered between your eyes.

“My brother will finally get what he has always longed for…”

His words confirmed what you had never wanted to utter aloud.

“How funny though,” he quietly commented. “…considering I saw you first.”

Your frown deepened, and there was a turning in your gut that you could not deny. You glanced behind him, a myriad of decisions playing out in your head. You could not even focus on the meaning behind his words, too concerned with what he would do next.

“Aegon, it is late-.”

“…and you have such a big day tomorrow,” he interrupted, leaning against the door now. “I just want to make sure that all goes as it should.”

You slowly shook your head.

“I…I do not follow.”

You wanted him gone, but no matter how many times your gaze strayed behind him, no one was magically coming to your rescue. Aegon let out a soft chuckle, and when you looked back to him, he had stepped past the threshold now. He was closer than you ever wanted him to be, and you jerked your head away when he reached up to graze your jaw with his fingers.

He stared at the skin there for a while with parted lips, fixated on it. He blinked a few times before his eyes met yours again, fingers still in the air.

“As his older brother…I feel it is my right to properly prepare his wife to be for her wedding night.”

The meaning behind his words washed over you like a bucket of cold water. Your eyes widened, and you reacted a second too late, tripping over your feet when he forced you back and closed the door behind him. His hand had fisted itself into your gown, the only thing that kept you from falling, really, and you reached up to loosen his hold.

The scream in your throat was forced back down by his free hand, his palm covering your mouth with a strength you didn’t know he possessed. Aegon, the second of his name, shushed you as he forced you back. Your tears wet his hand, and you could not tell if the prince took joy in the sight, or he simply did not notice.

“I do not have much hope for my brother, you see,” he purred with a cruel smile. “…I only want to make sure that my dear cousin, my sister-in-law to be, knows what it is to be well satisfied.”

Aegon took great delight in pain.

That was something you found out the night before your wedding.

Your bed had never felt so hard before until he slammed you onto it. The fight between you was brutal, so brutal that you would have thought that you were fighting for your life. You supposed that in a way, you were. Aegon’s face whipped to the side as you hit him, and you struck him again, this time drawing blood. It was not hard to tell that it only made him angrier, spurred him on.

The sound of tearing fabric was loud in your chambers, the flimsy gown shredding to pieces under his hunger driven strength. The night air was cool against your skin, goosebumps appearing and buds hardening. Aegon wasted no time before taking one into his mouth, teeth piercing your skin and drawing a yelp from you. You cried beneath him, pushing at his head.

“Aemond is allowed a wife of his choosing but I, the firstborn son, was not granted that luxury… Does that seem fair to you?”

You supposed the question was rhetorical, but even if it was not, you could not find the strength to answer him. Aegon’s lips were rough on your skin, teeth even rougher, and you suddenly had an entirely new fear of bearing shameful marks on your own wedding day. Aegon’s hand was on your throat, holding you down as his chest heaved. His other hand was pressed beside your head, and his lips grazed your ear.

“Aemond may take you as his wife on the morrow…,” he quietly began, fully resting his body against yours. “…but you will be mine until the end of your days.”

The bloodstain on your bed the next morning only cemented his words.

The night was full of emotions you did not know yourself capable of. The pain that filled you at Aegon’s penetration was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You had welcomed the blurry vision, not wanting to gaze upon his face as it hovered over you. Every thrust felt like the stab of a sword, and your nails actually tore your bedding as you dragged them along the fabric. Lying beneath Aegon felt like the worst of tortures, and somewhere along the way, you simply stopped fighting and opted for closing your eyes, praying that it would be over soon.

Oddly enough, when your fight waned, that was when things…changed.

Aegon’s strokes were no less vigorous, stretching your walls and sliding along your insides with a purpose. However, when you forced your mind to drift, that was when you felt the warm coils within your gut. Stirrings of heat and energy that had you involuntarily squirming, and you sank your teeth into your lip. Aegon’s low laugh reached your ears, and you opened your eyes, your vision focused to find his gaze on your face.

His skin was dewy with sweat, yours just the same, and his messy hair kissed his forehead and the sides of his face. Your body was so warm, and you mentally fought against the unfamiliar feeling coursing through your frame. Mixed with the pain, it felt oddly good, and you did not like it.

Against your will it seemed, your lashes fluttered, and you watched Aegon look down to where he disappeared into you. He seemed excited at the sight, tongue darting out to touch his lips. His hips repeatedly connected with yours with a pace that had your head spinning. The things that you were feeling, it occurred to you that they were feelings you should be feeling on your wedding night…with your husband.

You shook your head, pressing your hand to Aegon’s chest, and he only leaned down to roughly bite at your jaw. His teeth traveled down to your neck, and you hissed when he slowed down. It was tortuous really, beyond cruel to make you feel a semblance of joy in something you wanted no part in. To make you come undone by force.

Aegon claimed you well into the night, and the next day, you and Aemond sliced your palms and your lips in a traditional Valyrian ceremony, binding yourselves to one another. You had cried all the tears you had, forcing yourself to pretend as if nothing had taken place. You said your vows with everyone standing watch, all too aware of the heated gaze of the man who had taken his brother’s wife the night before, the evidence on his cheek for all to see.

Nothing came of your wedding night.

You did not go to Aemond, and he did not come to you. You were less shocked, and more relieved. In fact, for weeks your marriage went unconsummated, and despite what you guessed was going on in your husband’s mind, he said nothing in regard to it. However, due to Aegon’s own words, and what you had finally accepted as truth, you suspected that Aemond was merely satisfied to finally call you his.

At least he was…until the second month of your marriage.

“Is it true?”

You had been gazing up at the tree when Aemond came upon you so suddenly. Your stare had been focused on the red leaves, mind wandering as it often did since that night. You knew that your marriage could not carry on the way it had forever. Aemond would want an heir eventually, and even if he did not, the way his gaze drank you in whenever you were in his presence was hard to ignore.

You were his wife now, and he wanted to touch you as such.

However, you did not think it was possible to ever get over Aegon’s attack. That night haunted you, and truthfully, the only reason you could stand sleeping next to Aemond each night was because of the fear that Aegon would seek you out if you did not. Your nightmares were filled of the short-haired prince, and you repeatedly brushed off Aemond’s concerns whenever you woke up each night in a cold sweat.

You constantly fretted over what to do, but you supposed that now you did not have to.

You stared at Aemond in shock, lips parting as you slowly shook your head. There was a sinking feeling in your gut that told you exactly what this was about, but you did not wish to out yourself unintentionally. So, you simply stared at your husband.

You had seen Aemond’s wrath, but you had never been on the receiving end of it before. His eye was wide, filled with the kind of anger that made you cower beneath it’s gaze. When he slowly stepped towards you, you felt frozen, unable to even defend yourself as he roughly grabbed your arm, yanking you closer. Aemond’s long hair blew with the light breeze, and you wished to be anywhere but here.

“Is…it…true?” he slowly repeated.

“I…I do not-.”

“Did Aegon make a woman of you?”

His words made your stomach churn, and you could not stop your lips from trembling. You tried to look away, tried to hide your tearful gaze, but Aemond was quick, gripping your chin and forcing you to face him.

“Who told you such a thing?” you finally whispered.

“Aegon.”

He said his brother’s name like a curse, and your face crumbled at the older prince’s actions. His cruelty knew no bounds, and you were certain you could guess in which manner he had relayed the information. You swallowed the bile that threatened to come up.

“It is not… It was not what you are thinking…”

Your words were barely louder than a whisper, but Aemond heard them all the same. His fingers loosened, understanding bleeding into his gaze, and you stumbled back a step. He merely looked at you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Why did you say nothing?” he eventually asked, voice low.

“What was I to say?” you wondered. “How was I to tell you that?”

Your husband did not respond, and you wiped your face.

“He is what you see at night…”

It was a statement, one that did not require confirmation. Aemond’s jaw ticked, and your gaze found the ground when he looked at you again. You heard him move closer, and you remained silent when he rested his hand on your arm, pulling you closer and against him. Aemond’s lips met your forehead, and he remained there, breathing you in.

Aemond had never been who you wanted, and in fact, sometimes you had feared him in ways you should’ve feared Aegon, but you momentarily let that go.

“You are mine,” you heard him breathe, and for some reason, it did not sit right with you. “…you were mine from the very moment you stepped foot into this castle, and Aegon has not changed that.”

You were lost for words when he pulled away, unsure if that was what you wanted to hear.

You were even more lost for words later that evening when Aemond broke his brother’s nose. The brutality in which he handled Aegon scared you, and Helaena sought you for comfort, covering her ears at the display. The whole thing unsettled you, and you were not quite sure why until Aemond spoke.

“She has always belonged to me, brother…” your heart sank. “…and a cock that is common to every maiden will not make her any less so.”

Aemond was not defending your honor.

He was defending his property.

You recalled your first kiss. The suddenness of it, your lack of participation, and the way how Aemond did not care. You remembered the swift betrothal that followed only a day later, long accepting that Aemond had had that brewing for quite some time. You had briefly thought that Aemond did not care about consummating the marriage, only concerned with the fact that you were his. Untouchable to anyone else.

But that was no longer true, and you worried what this meant for you. After all, you were no longer his pure prize just waiting to be properly claimed by him. His brother had beaten him to it, and the anger in his gaze was not on behalf of his wife. The anger was all his, ire brewing there at the knowledge that his property, his trophy, had been touched by another.

You knew it was only a matter of time.

Only a matter of time before Aemond sought to replace the memories of his brother’s touch with his own. Only a matter of time before his imagination went wild thinking about that night. Only a matter of time before his heated and possessive gaze became too heavy, too stifling. It was only a matter of time before he sought to claim what he felt rightfully belonged to him.

It started gradual.

Aemond hardly ever left your side, his hand hovering along you wherever you went. He liked to touch you in any way he could, especially so once in Aegon’s presence. The eldest sibling did not find much amusement in it anymore, hard eyes focused on Aemond’s hold, no doubt wishing it were him instead. Aemond liked to kiss you too. Sometimes softly and so sweet it could barely be called a kiss, and sometimes he wanted to get the taste of you out of his system.

He was a shadow, an oppressive presence that watched your every move.

The night when your marriage was finally consummated should have come as no surprise.

It shouldn’t have, and yet it did.

You thought Aemond was better than that.

The wine may have loosened your lips and waned your strength, but your resistance was no less clear. You were not ready, and truthfully, you doubted you ever would be. Never mind the fact that Aegon and that night still haunted your thoughts, but you had still yet to quite grow to see Aemond as your husband and the man you would bear children with.

“No,” you had quietly slurred. “Aemond…please…”

He was gentle, but it was rape all the same.

He shushed you as you trembled beneath him, hands weak as they merely grazed his chest. Aemond inhaled like he was breathing for the very first time when he entered you, hovering over you and kissing you softly as he slowly thrust into you. It was dark, so he did not see your tears, but you knew he heard it in your voice. Your pleas, your cries, your desire for him to stop.

He did not leave bruises and bitemarks, but the experience was just as painful.

He took his time in exploring your body, making you sigh and mewl against your will. That made it worse somehow. Nothing but pure pleasure plagued your entire frame, and you hated it. You hated the feel of his cock slowly and gently moving within you, sliding along your walls in a way you did not know was possible. You hate his light kisses that he bestowed upon your skin, making you shiver. You hated his not-so-comforting comforting words.

“You’re okay,” he hummed into your mouth.

You were not.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered against your skin.

You were not.

Aemond tried to comfort you and fuck an heir into you all at once, and it only made you sink into yourself more. His long hair brushed the bed with every movement, whispering along your skin like feathers. It served as a curtain whenever he kissed you, and in your drunken state, you could not help but to touch it.

He looked the most satisfied you had ever seen him, and you knew that it was because he finally felt that you were wholly his. That was what he did the entire night and every night since. Made you his again and again, determined to fuck the memory of Aegon out of you, and each time you felt less and less like a person, and more like a pawn

No one was less surprised than you when Aegon cornered you again.

You had felt the heat of his gaze for months, those violet eyes of his traveling over your frame and tracing every curve your dress did not hide. He was brazen about it, his mischievous stare traveling to his brother, glinting dangerously at the anger he no doubt saw there. Aegon took great pleasure in making his brother mad, and he took great pleasure taking what he wanted by force.

You were the golden opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, it seemed.

As Aegon had put it, he’d saw you first, so he naturally felt he was more entitled to you than Aemond. His very presence had you clinging to Aemond more than usual, and although you knew he would never admit it, you knew that Aemond loved the way you cowered towards him in fear. He loved the way you pressed against him and wrapped your hands around his arm.

He did not love, however, undressing you to discover the bruises his own brother had left.

The eldest prince had taken a bold approach, catching you unaware during the day. A secluded corridor had sufficed, his hand over your mouth and his forehead pressed to your neck as he rutted into you. The most salacious words had tumbled from his pink lips, wishes of you being his second wife, and his desire to mark you up so pretty just for Aemond.

Aegon had not been satisfied until you came around him, clenching down on his cock and milking him to his satisfaction. Striking him across the face had meant nothing to him, only serving to bring forth a light chuckle.

“It is as I told you,” he had said, gaze less mirthful now. “…you will be mine until your dying breath.”

It was the same thing he’d told Aemond when he confronted him.

“What will you do?” he had panted, blood on his lips, courtesy of Aemond. “Kill me, brother?”

You knew that no matter what Aegon did, Aemond would never. The eldest prince turned to look at you then, Aemond’s fist tightening on his shirt as he did so. He stared you down for what felt like too long before returning his gaze back to Aemond, shaking his head.

“You probably should…because nothing else will keep me away from her…”

Aemond jerked him, and your heart dropped at the words that met your ears.

“I saw her first,” he whispered. “I was to take her as my second wife. You knew this…you started this when you bound her to you instead.”

You took a step back, tearfully looking between them.

“The least you can do is allow me my fill,” Aegon sneered. “…a small price for a wife that was meant to be mine.”

You wanted to hear no more, and you turned and stumbled away.

Aemond’s silence only confirmed the truth of Aegon’s words, and you did not want to hear a word of what your husband had to say. It was a cruel and sick fate that awaited you, shared between brothers like a common whore and used to fuel their rivalry and sate their desires.

If anyone noticed the way Aegon’s fingers would find your face or back or hand sometimes, they did not comment on it. In the public eye, his claim was reduced to soft brushes of skin and voracious eyes that drank in their fill as they saw fit. They would narrow and glint with malice and jealousy whenever Aemond was near, your husband more than happy to show that not only did you belong to him, but that he was proud of it.

Behind closed doors however, Aegon’s claim was proven with a bruising hold and painful thrusts. He liked your tears, and he liked the marks that he left for Aemond to see. It was a punishment for Aemond just as much as it was for you. Just as Aemond punished him by marrying the woman he’d intended to claim for himself.

Where Aegon was violent and terrifying, Aemond was gentle. He met your resistance with soothing words and long kisses against the ugly marks his brother left. He kissed every single one and touched you as if you were made of glass. He knew that the contrasting behavior softened you towards him more. Every bruise and act of violence from Aegon only made you cling to Aemond more. But it did not diminish what he really did, a dismissal of your refusal all the same, using his brother’s brutality for his own gain.

When you finally gave birth to an heir, the cherubic boy healthy and glowing and wailing as a child should, you accepted that you would never know which brother the boy belonged to.