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sunnytarg · 1 year

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How would yandere Maegor, Aegon I, Aemond and Daemon react if they are in love with reader, who is a widow and has a son, they finally marry reader (time jump) they already have their own children with reader but she has favoritism for her son with her first husband (and her other children are sad) (sort of like Viserys was with Rhaenyra), how do you think they would react? I love you, you are the best, kisses 😘

This is my first time writing for Daemon - I’m excited.

Tw: Maegor is a trigger warning in himself, dubcon in Maegor’s part, child murder

Maegor

Maegor had shown incredible patience when it came to his love. He had known he was in love with her the moment he met her but just as he was married, so was she. She seemed happy enough and as much as he wanted her he knew he had to bide his time. Thankfully, it worked because in an uprising against him he was the one that got to remove her husband's head and put it on a pike, and while he told everyone that taking her to his bed and marrying her was just a spoil of war he knew that it was finally the gods giving him what he so desperately wanted.

He wasn’t blind or deaf, he knew his new wife wept every night. She had always been sensitive so he wanted to keep her away from the fighting. Something her dead husband never thought to do. He insisted that she was not to go on walks alone or leave her room without asking a guard that had his permission. As for the son that came from her previous marriage, he let him stay with her. Despite not caring much for the boy it gave her some solace.

It seemed as if every moment he was not busy he was in her chambers with her naked under him as he pumped his cock into her, filling her with his seed. So it didn’t come as much of a surprise that three moons after their marriage a maester had come to tell him that she was with child. He was overjoyed and made sure to double the guards that were to protect her. When she gave birth to a son, his son he was over the moon. Finally, they were not only bound in name but in blood. It didn’t take very long for him to notice that she paid more attention to her other son than to his. At first, he convinced himself that it was simply because their child was an infant and perhaps she found the constant crying tiring.

Once the maester said she was healed, Maegor was quick to bury himself inside of her again. He found it to be different this time, though. He, for the first time, was frustrated with the woman he loved. She could at least try to put an effort into being there for his son. She could try not to weep over her past and she could stop fawning over her eldest child. With each thought, his thrusts became harder and faster until the headboard was hitting the wall so hard that the wood was splitting down the middle. He didn’t care to hear her whimpers as he finished inside her. He came to a resolution, he would give her another child, after all, she couldn’t ignore two of their children.

She became pregnant faster this time and when she gave birth to a little girl nothing changed in her behavior. She still favored her boy. With irritation, Maegor was at a loss for what to do. That was until he went for a walk among the piles he had on the wall and remembered her husband. A few moons after their daughter was born he walked into his wife’s chambers where he was greeted by his little boy, his cooing little girl, and his hysterical wife.

She had cried into his arms, explaining how she didn’t know what happened to her boy “her precious boy” and at those words, Maegor led her out of her chambers and to a window she was never allowed near. When he had her look down she saw her son impaled on several swords beneath them. He didn’t give her much time to think about how it happened. If the boy simply got out and slipped, if Maegor had someone kill him or if Maegor took the one thing that got in the way of the affections his own children were entitled to and got rid of it. She was crying over her precious boy and Maegor pressed her against the wall near the window and lifted her skirts. He didn't ease into her like he would usually, instead he shoved his cock into his wife’s pussy as she wept for her dead son. He would give her another son. One to fill the hole this one left behind and she would be grateful for the children Maegor has given her and the ones he plans to continue to fill her with.

Aegon I (The Conqueror)

Aegon had never intended on taking another wife. He already had two that he loved. That’s why when he and his sisters united Westeros and found themselves in the North he was caught off guard by the beauty of one of the widows. The longer he and his sisters stayed in the North the longer he spent with this widow. He had learned that she was married for less than a year before the winter took her husband from her and she was left with their son to care for.

Before they left Winterfell, he made sure to marry the woman who had captured his attention. He brought her and her son along with them as he and his sisters continued their conquest.

Several years had passed and they had finally united Westeros with himself as their king. He had a son from each of his sisters and several other children from his northern wife. It was only now that the fighting was over and the ruling had begun that he noticed how his sons and daughters from his last wife would run to one of his sisters for affection. The affection that their own mother withheld and gave to her eldest. Her son is from her dead husband.

Aegon was not jealous of the dead. After all, he was alive and had given his wives a home, children, and a hard cock to satisfy them. What he was upset about was that his northern lady clearly did not love his children like her first. Was it because they were his? Did she not love him enough? Was the mere reminder of her life before him so precious that his children had to go without their mother's love?

He could never do it. End the boy's life. He did love his wife after all but her son was almost a man grown and if he could not fend for himself that was his own problem.

They often visited Dragonstone and when they were there he would usually take his children around their home and teach them about dragons. His youngest, a daughter with dark brown hair like her mothers was insistent on seeing her father’s dragon, Balerion. Before he could stop himself he decided to bring the young children to see his dragon as he asked his wife’s eldest son to check on the dragon in the cave farthest away.

When he didn’t return that night for their nightly meal together his wife asked him where her son was to which he only shrugged.

“He is nearly a man grown I’m not surprised he went exploring. Tomorrow if he’s not back we’ll look for him.”

Of course, he neglected to mention that the cave he sent the boy to was the cave of The Cannibal.

Aemond

Aemond marries the woman he loves after the war. She had been at Harrenhal when Aemond had taken it. Aemond had quickly fallen in love with her soon after he put her and her newborn son under his protection. The woman’s husband was nowhere to be found, she believes that he must have died when all of the dragons came but Aemond can only think that he must have abandoned his family. After everything, he has heard of the man from servants and other widows in the castle. The man was a leech and a pest, someone who did not deserve the wife he had.

When the war is over Aemond brings the widow to King’s Landing despite her saying she wanted to stay in the Riverlands, that it was her home and the home of her son. Aemond rose his nose up at that. Why be there when she had the chance to marry a prince and live in luxury in the Red Keep. She learned to stop protesting so much when he made it clear that she was to marry him and that there was no way out of it.

When he saw her walking down the aisle in a dress he had made to befit her new station and not that of the peasant she once was he couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face. He couldn’t care less what the people in court thought of the one-eyed prince. When he thought he saw her smile he was sure she was in love as well. After all, they had endured much together it would be hard not to be in love.

After only a few short years of marriage, the castle was once again filled with children. His new wife gave birth every year to a healthy baby and now she was in bed after giving birth to twins, their sixth and seventh. Aemond loved his children. He loved them more than he thought anyone could love anything. When he tucked them into bed at night or taught his eldest how to hold a sword he wondered how his own father could have been so absent.

Aemond had not realized his wife’s lack of affection for the children they shared together until his mother asked him to have tea with her. The Dowager Queen mentioned how she noticed that his wife seemed to care more about her firstborn than any child she had with Aemond. He only scoffed at the accusation. His wife loved him and their children.

His mother's words refused to leave his head, though. Every time she watched his wife kiss her eldest son's forehead or smile at him he noticed every kiss and smile his own children didn’t receive. He even watched as his little girl, named after his beloved sister, went to their mother and asked for a bedtime story only to be brushed off and to ask a servant. That wasn’t what made his blood boil, though. It was when he walked by his two eldest son's bedrooms and heard them whispering to each other.

“She’ll learn soon enough to stop asking mother for things. The only one who ever gets anything they ask for is her son.”

“We’re her sons, too.”

“Not in the same way he is.”

Aemond left quickly after hearing that. He tried so hard to be there for his own children so that they never had to feel the absence that he felt from his own father. Yet without him knowing they were still feeling the absence only from their mother.

Aemond could only see red as he walked through the halls. He remembered every instance where his wife refused to be a mother to his children. He thought back to when he met her and he remembered how her maternal nature toward her son drew him toward her. She was so kind and caring then.

He blinked at the sudden realization. She knew that was what drew him to her. After he mentioned how he loved how she cared for her son she had always made sure to bring him around when she saw Aemond. When he first took her to bed she mentioned how she wanted Aemond to give her children only for him to see her drinking a tea he saw used an awful lot in King’s Landing. She had used him for protection during the war and he could excuse that but the war was over and now his children were suffering because of her. He resolved to fix this. His children would no longer feel her neglect.

The next morning when he and all of his children sat at the table in his chambers the break their fast it was his daughter, Helaena, who asked where her mother and older brother were. Aemond had only smiled at her and told her that her mother had taken a trip to where she always belonged and her son was sent to be warded off in the Stormlands. His children had assumed he meant that their mother must have gone back to the Riverlands for a visit and after a while, they stopped asking questions. It was as though nothing had changed with her absence.

Aemond, of course, wouldn’t tell his children how he had brought his wife to their uncle who was familiar with the brothels in the cities and told him to find one for his wife. After some time of no one seeing her, he knew she would be presumed dead and he would be free to remarry to someone who would actually love him and his children.

Daemon

Despite Daemon’s hedonistic ways, he had patience when he needed it. So when the woman he loved married some Lannister he bided his time until he could rid his love of her husband. The time came right after she had given birth to a red, small, and screaming son. As The Prince, he was invited on a hunt to celebrate the birth of the healthy babe. It was something he usually would have ignored but he knees a chance when it made itself clear. During the hunt, he made sure to separate from the group shortly with the new father. He was gone quick enough to do what he needed and back soon enough that nobody missed him.

By nightfall, they had all returned to the camp minus the host of the hunt. While search parties were sent out to find the minor lord Daemon chose to stay at the camp with the new mother. The newborn was cradled in her arms as the woman cried on Daemon’s shoulder. He knew she wasn’t stupid. She knew that her husband wasn’t going to return but thankfully she didn’t suspect Daemon of anything.

When the rest of the men returned to the camp, they returned with the dead body of the Lannister he so despised. They said they found him by the creek, amongst the rocks where he must have slipped. While everyone was crowding the body, Daemon suggested that he bring the newly widowed woman and the newborn back home as it had been a long day for both mother and babe. He stayed for two weeks to comfort the widow and pretend to assist in the funeral proceedings. With nothing left the new mother looked at Daemon with tears in her eyes and asked what she should do. Daemon had his reply ready since she married that Lannister but now he only said in a soothing and persuasive voice, “I know it’s soon but you should think of remarrying. You can stay at the Red Keep until then.”

She had only nodded weakly and packed her and her child’s things. Before the sun rose he had the woman he had so longed for on his dragon and heading back to King’s Landing. It was three months before he asked her to marry him, to which he knew she would say yes because there would be no better offer than a Targaryen prince and while she did not love him yet he was sure she would eventually.

Years had passed since their wedding and Daemon was admittedly happy in his marriage. Since their marriage, they had had many children. Less so because he wanted to be a father and more so because when he filled her with his seed he felt as though the bonds that tied her to him tightened.

He wasn’t a fool. He saw how she favored her eldest so over the children she had borne for him. It didn’t bother him, just as long as her affection and love for him never wavered. When her eldest turned eight he suggested that she send him to Casterly Rock to be a ward of the Lannisters. Truthfully, he just wanted the kid out of the way but his wife seemed to believe him when he said it was for his own good. That there was much he would inherit and things he must learn first, things he could only learn from his father's family.

His own children weren’t old enough to be given as wards yet but it didn’t stop him from continuing to fill his wife. On the night that her eldest son was sent away his wife was in tears, weeping for her son from that bore of a Lannister. To take her mind off of it, Daemon took her to their room and fucked his seed into her all night, promising to give her as many sons as she needed to take her mind off of her other.

It was no surprise when she started to swell with another one of his children. She had stopped mentioning her eldest son and when Daemon sent for their eldest child together to live in King’s Landing, his wife didn’t say a word.

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viscardiac · 1 year

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A season left of summer - Masterlist

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𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.” “And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer. “She just might.” “Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.” “I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.

I - THIS IS A BAD IDEA

II - A THOUGHT TOO VILE TO ENTERTAIN

III - LIES AND MOCKERY

IV - I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

V - HELLO, HOW LOW

VI - LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

VII - BUT THEN IT STOPPED, AND I WAS IN THE DARKNESS, SO DARKNESS I BECAME

VIII - AND I KNOW THAT I'LL LOSE, BUT I'LL DO MY MOVE

IX - THE FLESH IN THE FRUIT AND THE BLOOD IN THE WINE

X - WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE EATS THE MOON?

XI - AND ALL OF THE FISH, LET THEM FLOUNDER

#a season left of summer #my writing #oc/aella #maegor #maegor targaryen #maegor i targaryen #maegor the cruel #maegor x oc #fyeahgameofthronesocs #fyeahgotocs #fyeahasoiafocs

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discowizard88 · 1 year

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For @librosamarillos and her fanfic Passed Down Like Folk Songs. Got inspired to make some more fanfic art😅.

I think Maegor looks a bit older then what I'd like, but damn it's hard to capture an 18 year old with white hair and beard lol.

All in all I think it looks pretty good for a week and half of work 🙂. Not a professional by any means but it's all for the love of the art🥹.

#maegor the cruel #maegor targaryen #Maegor x OC

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sunnyhvnny · 1 year

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Daemon / Maegor / Aemond

The wife start to love them after the birth of their first child. She stop to try run away and actually start to look at them with warm

Enjoy! ❤️

Tw: none!

Maegor Targaryen

Like most of Maegor’s wives, she was no different in the fact that she had no choice in marrying him. She remembers vividly, as does everyone else in the Keep probably, the night before she was to wed the King. When she climbed out of her window and made it halfway down the stone wall before she was caught.

Everyone knew of Maegor’s cruel and fearsome reputation. She hadn’t known what to expect but it wasn’t anything good. He ignored her most of the time until she began to swell with his child. After that, she couldn’t get rid of him.

The time he spent with her wasn’t just about the babe growing inside of her but about them. He’d take her on strolls throughout the gardens and show her what he did as the King when he wasn’t on his dragon. She, heavy with child, had even sat in on a few small council meetings.

At some point, sharing their time turned into sharing their fears and past and that was when she learned about his fear that this child that she held within her might come out monstrous and she wouldn’t survive the birth. She, in turn, told him that she feared the same. She had heard through the grapevine of what had happened to his previous wives and feared that she would meet her end in the same way. Whether in the birthing bed or by his sword if she birthed a babe that was something of nightmares.

He had stopped then and told her he wouldn’t be the reason for her demise. He would have everyone who knew anything about babes and childbirth be there when it was her time. He held true to his word, as her labors started later that night and she was quickly surrounded by experts or women who held her as she screamed. The one thing she didn’t expect, was her husband insisting on being there.

At first, she thought it was to make sure the babe wasn’t swapped but he held her hand the entire time and whispered encouraging words to her. As the time went by and the babe came closer and closer to arriving, she started to wonder if she felt genuine affection towards him. Her mother had always told her that a woman couldn’t trust their emotions while with child so she pushed those thoughts away and only thought about bringing her child into the world.

It was the hour of the owl when things had finally calmed. The babe had come and was pink, covered in blood, and healthy. It took some time for everyone to usher themselves out and for her to be cleaned up but finally, she and her husband had their child. A little girl that Maegor insisted on calling through Daenys. He showed no signs of disappointment at the child being a girl and only held the small bundle in his arms as he gently swayed her. Occasionally, he brushed a thumb through the tufts of white hair on her head but for the most part, he watched her in wonder.

She wasn’t surprised when she felt affection while looking at her husband and newborn. She was surprised when her husband smiled at her and she felt love.

Daemon Targaryen

She hated King’s Landing and she hated her husband. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t hate her husband but she hated the fact that she had no say in marrying him. That her father told her one day that she was to marry the prince. Her husband isn’t a hard man to read. She knows he wants no part in this marriage as well. She doesn’t know if there is someone else or if he also resents the fact that he had no choice but it doesn’t stop him from doing his duties as a husband.

Since they were wed, it was clear that Daemon found her attractive despite not wanting to be her husband. Perhaps, if she were a whore he’d buy a night with her, or if he found her on her own he would have talked her into sharing a night with him but instead, they were joined together by the seven and he didn’t have to have only one night with her.

Night were all it was in the beginning. He’d come in and fill himself with the pleasures she could offer and leave after he was done. It was a tiring and boring marriage and so she decided that she would leave. She paid a servant for their clothes and made her way out of the Keep, which was easier than she expected, and proceeded to run. She had no plan on where she was running to but soon she was out of the city and on one of the hills. She had forgotten which one, perhaps Visenya’s hill?

She hadn’t slowed down in time, though, and instead of skidding to a halt she tripped over her own feet and went hurtling over the cliff. The hill was high up and she had no idea if she would survive the fall but she was saved from the thought of death when she was grabbed midair and moved into a saddle. When she opened her eyes she saw Daemon and his dragon, the blood wyrm. She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and out of her. Perhaps it was almost dying or the fact that her husband, who always seemed indifferent to her, was her savior.

Since she was small, she knew that the fates liked playing games and so she wasn’t surprised when only two weeks after her escape and rescue, she found out she was with child. It did surprise her when Daemon started to pay more attention to her. He didn’t seem like a man who was insistent on an heir but perhaps he thought she would take off again, this time with her child.

He had all of her things moved to his chambers and every second he could he spent time with her. It probably would have made her go insane had she made any friends in King’s Landing but she hadn’t so she chose to relish in his company. He was soft with her as her belly grew and she learned that not only was he deadly but he was caring and funny, too, in a dry sort of way.

What really surprised her was that when he was gone she found that she missed him and waited for him to return to her. She realized a while ago that the feelings she held for him were more than that of companionship but she would not dare to think or voice her actual feelings.

That was until she had given birth. It was painful and her screams, she was certain, could be heard in the city below, but it was quick and both she and the babe were healthy. When Daemon finally strode in, she smiled at him and then down at their son. She had gone through several different books of Valyrian and Targaryen history to find just to right name but looking down at her little boy who looked so much like his father, she felt her heart swell. She loved her boys and wanted to give Daemon something more than a babe.

“I believe we should name him Daemion.”

Aemond Targaryen

As far as she was concerned, she believed this marriage to be a farce. Before they wed, she had nothing against her new husband and perhaps if he had simply asked for her hand she would feel less animosity towards him every time she saw him.

Aemond had tricked everyone, though, which was the only reason she was now married to the prince. Everything had happened so fast. She remembered talking with princess Helaena about the upcoming tourney, how she favored a specific knight from the Vale, and that night she had been cornered by Aemond. She remembered her heart beating so hard that she thought it would fly out of her chest but he had simply covered her mouth with his hand and placed himself between her legs.

“Will you please stop squirming? I do not plan on doing anything to you.”

His words had confused her but nearly seconds after he had situated them in a compromising position, her father had stumbled upon them. Aemond had stumbled away from her like he had been in the middle of something and she could only look at him in surprise as her father dragged her to her chambers. It was only the next day that she realized the full scope of what had happened.

Aemond had not taken her virtue but he had made it look like he had and now her father was demanding the two be married. Within a week they were wed, “just in the chance that something comes out of your youthful dalliance,” the hand had said and she could only grit her teeth. Nothing would come of it but no one would believe her.

After they were wed, Aemond acted like the husband of stories and songs. He was affectionate, kind, and someone everyone would kill to be married to. Except, whenever he asked her about her day or walked with her through the gardens she felt like hitting him.

She had started to feel trapped. He had moved his things into her chambers and he ate his meals with her, every time he wasn’t training he was by her side. Sometimes she wondered if he acted this way because he wanted all of her time to himself or if it was because he didn’t want anyone else to have any part of her.

She had tried to escape from the Red Keep, her gullible parents, and her husband. She had thought it smart to take servant's clothes and sneak through the corridors only they used. She had made it all the way out to the yard, not yet to the gates, when her husband had found her. He looked cold and upset at the same time as he escorted her back to their shared chambers. No words were spoken and she couldn’t help but think the worst.

After her husband had a servant draw her a warm bath and let her soak in it for a while, he finally spoke. “I was with the maesters when you were making your getaway attempt. They have informed me that you have not bled in more than a moons turn.”

He didn’t need to say the words. She knew what he meant. She had been so diligent about drinking moon tea every morning, as her husband had a rather large appetite when it came to her. She sighed and closed her eyes when she remembered the day of the tourney. She and Aemond had been in bed all day and had missed the tourney completely. For the short few moments that he left and ordered the servants to bring food or drinks, she had been too tired to ask for the moon tea and the next day it had completely slipped her mind.

Her husband’s hand slid below the water and caressed her still flat abdomen. “I will have guards posted at the doors and only the servants that I approve of will be coming in here from now on. If you want to leave our chambers just ask me and I will accompany you. I don’t want anything to happen to you or the babe.”

He sounded so sincere when he said it that she wondered if he knew that he was taking away her freedoms. He stuck true to his words, though. The next morning she was awoken by a servant she had never seen before bringing her and her husband’s morning meal. When she tried to leave the rooms to go to the library, the guards outside stopped her. It was only hours later when her husband returned that he accompanied her to the library.

This routine had kept up longer than she thought it would. Her husband had stuck true to his words. She thought she would grow to resent him as time passed but with him being her only form of company she began to rely heavily on him. As her belly swelled, they talked and laughed and when the life inside her caused her to have mood swings, Aemond only held her until she calmed.

It was as they were waiting for her labors to begin that she realized that she had to put away the rocky start to their marriage. He had made it look like her virtue was compromised and that she would let a prince have his way with her in any corridor but when she thought back to it, she no longer felt angry. She felt nothing towards it truly. She only thought about the loving moments they shared together in this room after they had learned about the babe quickening inside of her.

The labors and the birth were quicker than anyone had expected or planned for. The baby was in the arms of the midwife just after one of the servants ran to tell Aemond.

By the time he walked into their chambers, still sticky with sweat but not a hair out of place, from training, she was laying on their bed with a fussing bundle in her arms. The joy that she felt when her husband walked in probably would have surprised her many moons ago but now she only smiled at him and waved him over to look at their child.

It was a little girl with tufts of silver hair and mismatched eyes. One violet and one a deep blue, both of which were staring up at Aemond curiously as he gently grabbed her and held her in his arms. As she looked on at her husband and daughter she felt love spread throughout her. Love for her baby and love for her husband.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #daemon targeryan #Maegor Targaryen #maegor targaryen x reader #maegor targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targayen x reader

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sugarprincessbitch · 1 year

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Targaryen men x Targ! Wife Reader

(Reader suffers the same death as Laena)

Warning ⚠️ (Angst).

Maegor Targaryen x reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader, and Aemond Targaryen x reader

Aegon II

The king's council was pressuring you and Aegon to give the throne a heir, despite being pregnant three times none of each were a boy, instead you had three beautiful daughters.

Now you were in your fourth pregnancy. Wanting to be near your mother, princess Rhaenyra, in your labor, your little family decided to move to Dragon stone.

The labor started early than expected, but that wasn't saw as a problem because the pregnancy developed normally.

Your mother and the maester were inside the room with you, meanwhile Aegon was walking impatiently outside your birthing chambers with the fear of something going wrong. Daemon and the boys tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you were at the hands of the best maester and midwife's they could found and you where going to be fine.

Hours passed and you were still fighting in that room to bring your child to the world, wrenching screams could be heard in all Dragon stone, but none of a child, only yours.

Suddenly the door open, and the pale face of the master came into view, he told Aegon that the baby was stuck inside of you and the only way of get it out was to cut you open.

Angered by the maester words he was ready to strangle him right there, but your anguished callings stop him before doing something.

You were bedridden, pale as a ghost and sweating a lot, the baby was slowly killing you each passing hour.

Rhaenyra was at one side of the bed, trying to calm you down by whispering sweet things in your ear, but by the look of her face she was also deeply worried by your state.

when he was finally at your side you told him to help you get up, and ignoring the pain you stubbornly start to walk outside the room despite the pleadings of the others.

Aegon start to follow you, calling and pleading that you will be fine and there will be another way. You still didn't want to listen to him and continue walking.

He found himself outside, inside the dragon pits he found you. You were in front of your dragon saying something that he couldn't comprehend, his panic calls were covered by a roar and you were engulf by flames.

Aegon started to scream horrified by the view as his legs gave out and he stumbles against the hard floor. He felt his heart tear apart. A river of tears run along his face at the sight of your body, your burnt body.

After that horrible night Aegon was not the same, he was a shell of the man he was with you. For his family pity, he returned to his old habits, ignoring all his responsabilities in court and as a father, neglecting your daughters.

His mother and grandfather force him into a new marriage, saying that he still needed a heir.

Poor the unlucky woman that married Aegon, because the shadow of your memory will be always there to haunt her.

Maegor I

You were the only wife that had given him children and pure blooded too, due to being his half sister. Because of that you were the most dear and important wife of Maegor, treating you with a fondness that was rare of him.

The maester had warn him to not try for more children, your health was fragile since having many children without repose, another pregnancy could cost you not only your life but also the one of the baby.

Maegor didn't listen to it and stated that his wife should do their duty to him as a woman without caring if she wanted or not. That was the end of the discussion.

The new pregnancy developed progressively worse as months passed, debilitating the mother day after day.

Visenya was the only one that had permission to attend the pregnancies of the queen, due to the fact that Maegor wasn't fond of maesters, believing them to be useless for caring correctly of her sister-wife.

In the middle of the night you went in labor, Visenya and the midwife's were the only ones present with you. Maegor was on one of his campaigns battling the faith, so he couldn't be present.

It passed a long time and the baby didn't wanna come out, there was blood everywhere and the women in the room shared with each other worried faces.

Due to the pain pleadings of the queen, Visenya decided to call a maester. The maester tried without effectiveness, stating that the only way the baby would come out is by cutting you open.

Knowing the end was near, you pleaded to Visenya that if you were going to die you wanted to do it at the hands of your dragon, not of the maester "From fire I was born, from fire I will die" you said.

When Maegor landed in kings landing the news of the torturous labor and death of his wife reach his ears.

He immediately saw red, mad with fury he grab his sword and went to search for the one or ones guilty of your death.

That day it was told that the fury of the dragon rain upon the people of kings landing, no one was saved from Maegor's want for blood.

He burned, tortured and killed everyone that was in charge of your well being. When no one was left to appease his Mad pain, innocents were also slay. But no killing or torture could fill the hole in his wrenching chest, the one you and your unborn child left behind.

Aegon I

They say that Aegon married his three sisters for different reasons. He married Visenya for duty, Rhaenys for love and you for devotion.

You were his twin, the half of his soul, the mother of his only daughter. His sweet Daenerys.

Your second pregnancy came as a glad surprise for the two of you and the kingdom, after the tragic death of your little sister at the hands of Dorne, in the castle there was only days for mourning or sadness. So the unexpected new was a ray of hope for everyone, specially Aegon who desperately needed a little hope to grab on to.

All different types of maesters were pestering you day and night all along the duration of the nine months, this was a direct order of their king and their queen, your older sister Visenya. The two of them worried about the fragile state you were in.

Because of you being a little pass your prime, the announce of you being pregnant was a miracle on itself, and the dangers of having a baby at your age was of their over protectivness.

You were now two days in labor, since your contractions starting in the early morning of the first day and continuing in the night of the second day, you haven't stop pushing.

Everyone was in distress and the tension was burdensome in the air, Aegon vigilant gaze and your sister angry commands were not helping at all.

That second night Visenya nor Aegon could be with you, an important meeting regarding the next attack to Dorne was held, and you found yourself all alone in a room full of strangers.

The pain was now unberable, each passing day with your baby stuck in you was agonizing, you knew death was in the horizon although Aegon didn't want to acknowledge it, extending your suffering.

In one of your moments of consciousness you got up of bed. Shoving the maester and servants aside, you got out of the room.

A terrified servant abruptly interrumpt the meeting and told them about your current disappearence. For a second Aegon was shock in place by the horrifying news, that hesitation was enough time for Visenya to start screaming commands to the guards to inmediatly find you.

They found you in the dragon pit, screaming to your dragon, pleading him for mercy. Aegon was the last one to get to there. Seeing you in just a dangerous situation send him on edge and without thinking it he tried to run to you, but the fire was quicker and reached you first.

A part of Aegon died that day in the fire with you, his hope was lost, everything was lost without you by his side. He attached himself to the only part of you that was left, your daughter.

Your loss was the final drop for the strain relationship between Visenya and Aegon to broke beyond repair. Dividing the family, creating resentment not only between the parents but also, between the children.

When Aegon's last days were near, he went in and out of feverish deviations, the only thing that calmed him was the milk of the poppy that the maesters gave him.

In his death bed his last words were pronounce again and again with a trembling and a voice full of anguish "My sweet y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Until he finally took his last breath the prayers didn't stop.

Aemond I

Your family, specially your mother, wasn't fond of your sudden marriage with Aemond, she had other plans for her younger's. Being Haelena and Aegon the ones married as the Targaryen tradition dictates, she didn't needed more than one. But love seal by fire couldn't be stop.

For the first time Aemond felt joy, the gods heard his and his wife prayers and gift them with a child, the one that were dessesperately hoping for.

The pregnancy went normally without much of a fuss, the two of you were expecting with excitement the day your baby will come into the world. Aemond didn't care if it were to be a girl or a boy, as the second son, he didn't have the burden to produce a male heir.

During the later stages of your pregnancy the tensions between the blacks and the greens grew increasingly dangerous. When the high septon crowned your brother as king everything explode. Due to this, Aemond had to fly away to Storm's end as a negotiator for the greens, leaving his much pregnant wife at home.

An urgent letter from her mother came in the second day he was staying there, telling him to come home as soon as possible, his wife started labor hours ago.

Only one thing retain him for some time before going back to his dear sister, the bastard that took his eye, Lucerys.

When he arrived at the pit in Kings landing the storm had long passed. Without changing his wet clothes he inmediatly went to the birthing chambers, in the rush he didn't notice the commotion of the servants and guards of the castle.

Entering he found the room empty, except from his mother who was in the floor, with her hands covering her face, crying unconsolable. Ameond silently reach her, and with a pang of fear in his chest ask "Mother, were is y/n... Were is she?".

Alicent gasp and cried more, he grew desperate and ask in a more forceful tone this time "Mother, stop crying and answer me, were is y/n?" Finally she answered him "I'm sorry Aemond, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her... Oh god how horrible!" For a moment everything went silent, the pang in his chest grew and stab him with more force this time.

His mother rose her head and look at him with tears in her puff eyes "Th-the pregnancy went wrong, the baby, the baby wouldn't come out"

She stop and shed more tears "She killed herself Aemond, she command her dragon to kill her..." Stoping for a moment she screamed "OH GOD HOW HORRIBLE!"

Upon hearing this Aemond block himself out of the room, unfocusing his gaze he hug his mother that continue to cry in his shoulders. His face was still as a rock, solid, without a feeling. Only a treacherous tear falling slowly from his good eye, showing the emotion behind the empty gaze.

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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Is there any bad member of house celestyr?!

⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗻 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 ✮

He had grown up with the thought of revenge for his father's death. His mother, Naesa Celestyr, was captured by Maegor The Cruel and was forced to marry him. Naesa and Aevon were supposed to marry each other. Aevon was about to go to a war but before leaving he slept with his sister, Naesa. And Naesa became pregnant. When Maegor forced her to marry him, he didn't know she was pregnant. Naesa died in childbirth, but Maegor was so happy because of his son. Maegor named him Matavon. When Maegor was killed by Aevon, he swore to avenge his father's death. He didn't know that Aevon was his father. He did many horrible things and killed many innocent people. Although he was not related to Maegor by blood, he had his personality. He was the one who started the third period of Frozen Inferno War and caused many deaths and misery.

⭒ 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 ✮

She was manipulative and had a deep hatred for Targaryens even though her father was one. She especially hated Rhaenyra, her sister. She was also a sadist. She enjoys torturing others. She slept with Daemon just to torment Rhaenyra. She was very beautiful and behaved very well in front of others, but all this was just a mask that she put on to hide her true self. She had a beautiful but dangerous she-dragon named Silver tail. her dragon was beautiful with shining silver scales, which shone like melting silver in the light, and ruby red wing membranes. When Aegon was two years old, Selaehra gave him Silver tail's only egg, which was Sunfyre. And in doing so, she not only tormented Rhaenyra, but marked her side by calling young Aegon the king. "A golden egg for a golden king" she said. She made many people like Rhaenyra, Alicent and especially Aegon miserable and she did so many horrible things.

⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 ✮

He was a prince with a very beautiful face. Many people considered him to be the most beautiful man born in the history of the Celestyrs. Not only was he beautiful but he was charismatic, witty, flirty and a good swordsman. But he was very greedy, he did everything to sit on the iron throne, and he did but this had a great price. One day he fell ill. His body was burning with fever and his headache was terrible. But then a witch told him that if he feeds on humans, he will be fine. And he did and it worked. Then he changed slowly. One moment he was laughing like a madman and the next moment he was crying. Some servants even said that they could hear him talking to himself in the middle of night. One night he had a bad dream. And the same witch told him that the interpretation of his dream is that a son will be born from house of Celestyr who will kill him. So he beheaded all his family members, men, women and children.

⭒ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙭 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘨 ✮

He was a slave that Daenerys had freed. When he was a slave, he was trained to be a savage killer, just like an animal. He was also horribly tortured for a long time. So when Daenerys freed him and showed him kindness, he became obsessed with her (he literally saw her as his god and worshipped her). He was very loyal and would do whatever Daenerys asked. But he was not an obeyed pet. One time he gouged out a man's eyes just for looking at his queen in wrong way and gave them to Daenerys as a gift. He was very bloodthirsty and crazy. He had no mercy and did whatever he thought was right (which were never right).

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 5 months

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Jocelyn being married to Aenys but fucking Maegor behind his back and passing off her bastards with as his trueborn sons

Aenys talks about how proud he is of his kids meanwhile Jocelyn is milking Margor's cock in the next room

Imagine Jocelyn drugging Aenys and the Maegor comes and fuck her right next to her husband. They are completely naked, moaning and saying dirty things but Aenys is passed out.

Aenys is proud of his children, especially since the Targaryen traits are strong. He has no idea those are Maegor's kids. Meanwhile Jocelyn is pregnant again and riding Maegor.

Imagine dinner is going on. Aenys is giving a speech while holding Jocelyn's hand, but Jocelyn her focus is completely on Maegor's hand slowly moving up her thigh. She would need to drug her husband again

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Only a Dragon

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Aenora Targaryen, twin sister of Princess Rhaena Targaryen and older sister to Aegon, Viserys, Jaehaerys, Alysanne and Vaella and Aegon Targaryen's betrothed, or is she?

Word count: 3,9K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Kidnapping, Exile, Forced marriage, Smut, Childbirth, Maegor is a warning on his own

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Aenora did not know what was going on when she was rudely woken up from her sleep by her great aunt, Visenya, in the middle of the night. The woman hurriedly made Aenora change her nightgown to a maid's dress along with a cloak and sneaked her out of her room and the Red Keep, trying as hard as possible not to notify the workers still working on the red walls. Aenora tried to resist but she was no match to the warrior woman despite her age.

"Where are you taking me, sodjisto?" Aunt. Aenora rubbed her eyes tiredly. Visenya did not answer and pulled her harder. Aenora felt sleep slip out of her as the cold night air welcomed her. Her eyes trailed around the yard to find Vaghar waiting her and her aunt's presence.

"What is the meaning of this?" Aenora questioned. Eyes never leaving those of Vaghar. The dragon glared right back at the girl.

"Climb up child" Visenya ordered. The lack of Dark Sister did not make her the less intimidating. That woman helped unite the seven kingdoms, she was a warrior queen.

"Where are we going?" Aenora asked. The ten and six name days old girl reached carefully to touch Vagahr's snout. She had her own dragon, Crystalwing, a male dragon as white as snow with fire as blue as the sky with yellow eyes, what earned him the name Crystalwing was the shimmering of his white body under the sun, Aenora has been ridding him since her tenth name day when he was large enough to hold her safely on his back.

"Maegor is awaiting us" Visenya finally answered. Aenora turned to look at the older woman in confusion, why was her uncle waiting for her?

"What of Crystalwing?" Aenora questioned. Visenya stepped forward placing a hand on Aenora's cheek firmly. Her eyes sparked as watched the frown on Aenora's face simmer away.

"We will return for him" Visenya promised. Aenora gulped but nodded her head believing every single word uttered by her great aunt. She shuffled to the rope on Vaghar's side and struggled a little climbing up the beast.

Visenya smirked victorious climbing after Aenora taking her place behind the small girl. She ordered her dragon to fly just as guards swarmed the yard. Aenys, Aenora's father followed with her mother Alyssa screaming for Visenya to land again. The Queen listened not to them and headed to Dragonstone with a very concerned Aenora.

"Father did not know?" Aenora felt tears prick at her eyes. She loved her father dearly, her mother was overbearing always telling her that it was her duty to marry her brother Aegon when she gets he is of age, her having already had her moon's blood at ten and three. Aegon still had three more years to reach his adult age of ten and six but it seems their marriage will never happen. Aenora was glad so, she did not hold such affections for her brother but she was ready to do her duty.

"He did not agree no, but he knew this was going to happen some day" Visenya responded. She personally delivered the request to Aegon her brother/husband when Aenora and Rhaena were born but he had refused her and then when Aenys rose to the throne she had the same request, one of the twins to marry Maegor, but was denied again. Aegon refused the match because of the age difference of eleven years however Aenys refused it with fear of Maegor usurping his throne.

"Will he be angry with me?" Aenora wondered. Visenya had no answer and focused on her dragon landing on Dragonstone. The sun has begun rising in the horizon and the sky was turning a shade of orange and pink. Maegor was awaiting their arrival in the yard with a maester by his side.

"Mother, niece" He greeted. He had a smirk of sorts on his face, it caused shivers to run down Aenora's body.

"Come my dear, we have much to do and so little time" Visenya wrapped an arm around Aenora's shoulder once both were on solid ground again.

"What are we to do? What is going on?" Aenora pulled away from the Queen and took several steps away from the trio. Vaghar grumbled annoyed before taking flight leaving the yard looking empty. Visenya's eyes hardened as she looked at the angry girl.

"Has your mother not taught you manners? That is no way to speak to a Queen" Maegor was more amused than angry at Aenora. She looked adorable angry, thinking she could fight him and his mother, he was almost twice her height and size with Dark Sister strapped by his side while she was a small girl, short with no weapon except her tongue.

"My mother taught me what I needed but when I get taken against my will with no information I think not manners matter anymore, uncle" His title left her lips dripping venom. He wondered what his brother told his children of him, they were not close they never were and Maegor lived on Dragonstone as its rightful owner although Aenys did have sons, three for that matter.

"Sweet girl, no need to worry or tire your weak brains" Maegor was the only one brave enough to step closer to the enraged girl. Aenora did not hesitate to throw a punch at him when he was close enough, her eyes widened when he did not move or seem the least bit affected, his head stayed in place unlike when her brother would punch soldiers during training and his lips quirked up in a smile. He thought she looked like a mouse, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

"I am not a sweet girl and my brains are not weak" She hissed not growing dishearten by her failed attempt at hurting her uncle.

"Then you should know why you are here" Maegor pointed out. One of his hands rested on the hilt of Dark Sister, a silent threat, while the other moved to push the hood of her cloak off her head showing her short platinum hair, it barely reached her shoulders almost like a man's would.

"You are already married" Aenora pointed out. Maegor laughed loudly at her words, she sounded desperate.

"Have you forgotten that we are Valyrians, your grandfather had two wives and I shall have two as well" Maegor leaned closer to her so their faces were almost on the same level.

"Uncle, please" Aenora pleaded. Maegor felt his heart grow softer at her wavering voice. He leaned closer to place a loving kiss on Aenora's forehead if there was any love in that kiss, Aenora did not feel it.

"Listen to the Queen" Maegor instructed. Aenora sighed in defeat, looking up into his eyes. She prayed in her head for her father to come flying in but he did not, there was no sound of another dragon or the sighting of it. Aenora was sure Maegor had men on the roof to inform him at the sight of a dragon, Maegor was no idiot.

"Go" He urged. He placed a hand on her lower back pushing her gently toward his mother. Despite how gentle he was Aenora stumbled a little, she wondered what would have become of her if he were to push her with all his strength. She cursed herself for feeling butterflies in her belly. Maegor was a better match than Aegon who was in love with Rhaena.

Aenora made no more complains and followed after Queen Visenya who dressed her in robes fit for a princess. She stayed silent the entire walk to where Maegor waited for her in matching robes with some witnesses among them Ceryse who looked beyond furious. Aenora felt sad for the woman but no guilt which concerned her, when did she begin feeling like this was right? Was it when her father told her of Maegor's adventures or was it when Maegor crushed rebellion after rebellion for her father?

It was Queen Visenya who officiated the marriage in the ways of old Valyria. Maegor insisted on a feast being held in the main hall of Dragonstone. Maegor never smiled in his life and he did not that day either but his eyes held a mischievous glint to them, Aenys may have the throne for he had his first born daughter.

On action of Maegor surprised Aenora beyond imagination, he asked if she were comfortable with a bedding ceremony, he worried for her comfort, that was so unlike Maegor that even Queen Visenya's eyes widened in horror. Aenora replied with "You may have forced me into this but now you are my lord husband, I must prove to you and the realm I am pure".

Maegor chuckled darkly whisking her away to their chambers. Men tried reaching for Aenora to undress her but were pushed back by Maegor, he wanted to do the honours himself. Woman did the same but he swiftly moved out of their grabby hands wanting his new and young wife to undress him.

Maegor ordered drapes around their bed to be as black as the night sky showing only shadows, his niece was a princess and should not be viewed in such a manner. He took his time much to the annoyance of the lords and his mother and his first wife awaiting the bedding ceremony as fast as possible. Visenya almost began scolding her son when he decided he wished to devour his wife's soaking cunt but held her tongue.

Aenora tried not to show her pain as his stretched her open but it was inevitable, a man his size could never have a tiny cock, it was enormous and she cried when it first entered her, she felt like she was being ripped in half from the inside. Maegor shushed her staying as still as he could, she was tight enough to cause him some pain as well. Aenora took hold of his shoulder and pulled him down from his kneeling position in between her legs, Maegor feared he would crush her with his weight and held himself up as much as he could with her short arms holding him as close to her a possible.

"I wish to hold you husband" Aenora whispered in his ear. He looked down at her tear stained face with a smirk. Then he began his moving feeling her open up around his length. He enjoyed every second of it, watching her face scrunch up in pain and morph to pure pleasure. He enjoyed hearing her sob desperate for more. He enjoyed seeing the lords squirm uncomfortable at the display they could never give their wives. He loved seeing Ceryse's jealousy through the small opening of the drapes, he was never this gentle with her, he never gave her any pleasure. Maegor treated his niece better, she was blood of the dragon and not some common whore like her.

"Uncle, please" She whimpered in his ear. For the first time Maegor showed his pleasure with a rumbling growl, rutting into her at a faster pace, stomach tightening as she came around his shaft.

"I shall fill you with my children and you will thank me for it" He groaned in her ear. Aenora rewarded him with a loud moan. His hips stilled as he seeded her, cock pulsing with pleasure.

"Thank you, Kepus" Uncle. Aenora whispered to him. Maegor looked down at her red and puffy face, satisfied with him. He pulled the drapes down once everyone had left their room awkward and uncomfortable.

"I am not done with you just yet, niece" A savage smirk grew on his face at her shocked face. Cock still deep inside of her moved again still as hard as before if not more.

"I will not stop until you swell with my heir, do you understand?" He grabbed her chin so she would not take her eyes off of him. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open when she was feeling so euphoric.

"Yess" Her words were slurred like a drunk, she was drunk on his cock already. Maegor could only chuckle darkly and rut harder into her tight hole.

He bred her until the first rays of sun rose in the distance. He stayed in her bed even after holding her exhausted body against his own. She glowed in the sunlight, burying her face in his chest to block the sun from disturbing her much needed sleep.

It was around midday when Maegor heard the roar of a dragon. He could not help but feel excited to see the look on his brother's face at the sight of his precious daughter covered in bruises to show his claim to her. Maegor pulled her with him to the court yard where her father was descending from the back of Quicksilver.

"Maegor" Aenora has never seen her father so angry in her entire life. She was not one to cower however and stood tall by her husband's side.

"How dare you take my daughter from her bed-" Aenys Targaryen paused seeing his daughter free beside her uncle, no chains and no threat. She looked different if that were possible in a fortnight. Aenys guessed what has happened but he refused to believe it.

"I may have taken her from her bed brother but now her bed is in my rooms, where she will stay for the remaining of her years" Maegor responded, pride filled him at the shattered look on Aeny's face. Visenya joined them then taking the space on Maegor's other side. Aenys was outnumbered, his wife too distraught to join him at the Red Keep in what little space has been already built while his mother was long gone.

"Maegor, she is but a little girl" Aenys pleaded. His eyes looked his daughter up and down, she wore a red and black dress much different in style than the ones she wore only hours ago. It was open showing her feminine traits with a cape blowing behind her. Her shoulder were covered but her arms were out in the open. Her hand trailed down to hold one of Maegor's.

"Father I wish to remain by my husband's side" Aenora's voice was steady holding a new womanly tone to it, or maybe it was just Aenys' imagination no longer viewing her as a little girl. Maegor held her hand tightly showing his claim to his brother, not shying and hiding their intertwined fingers like Aegon used to do whenever she tried initiating any affectionate touches. Maegor was a man grown not a boy still, he did not stutter in her presence nor did his cheek turn as red as wine.

"You know not of what you saw, tala" Daughter. Aenys never used such a hard tone on one of his children before in his life. He immediately regretted it at the sight of hurt in her eyes but she masked it as fast as it appeared.

"I will give you a choice, brother, either you annul and end whatever this is or you go to exile for five years" Aenys chose to be a king over being a brother and father.

"What is your answer, byka zaldrītsos?" Little dragon. Maegor asked turning to Aenora. She did not turn to him and kept her eyes locked on her father who stared back at her, begging her to chose returning with him to the Red Keep.

"Pentos will be our new home, valzȳrys" Husband. Aenora answered. Maegor chuckled turning to Aenys. The King's face hardened into a glare.

"Shame, tala" Daughter. Was the last thing Aenys said before climbing on Quicksilver's back and flying away. Aenora's heart broke seeing her father losing some of his love for her. She wandered then if she had made the right choice.

Maegor did not need be in her mind to know what she was thinking of so he pulled her to his room and fucked her doubt out of her. The next morrow he flew her to the Red Keep to retrieve Crystalwing. Rhaena was there awaiting her and begged her to change her mind but she replied with "I cannot take back what happened, dōna idaña, for all we know, our kepus' child is already growing in my belly" Sweet twin. Uncle.

Aenora climbed atop Crystalwing in her red riding gear, Maegor thought she almost looked like a red priestess making his cock stir in his trouser. Aenora looked at the Red Keep one last time knowing her parents were watching her from somewhere along with Aegon, she could feel their heated glares. She yelled loud and clear for Crystalwing to fly and join Balerion in the skies. The two flew away with a heavy heart but not looking back.

Aenora was right in assuming she was with child, mere weeks after moving to Pentos and being filled ever single day several times with her kepus' cum she was proven right, her moon's blood never showed and the maester announced her pregnant.

"I told you only a dragon can birth a dragon, not some Hightower barren whore" Maegor mumbled in Aenora's ear fucking into her weeping cunt. She moaned his name feeling her heart hammer with anticipation for their child.

"Will you hate our child if it were to be a girl?" Aenora asked him one day. She was standing in front of a window looking out, watching as pentoshi women collected weeds and water to feed the royals inside their palace. Queen Visenya had taken flight a couple days prior to the Red Keep. News reached them that she ordered a feats boasting that her son will have an heir soon. Maegor deemed the women of pentos were of no worth to his Aenora and only two women kept her company, the wife and daughter of their host alongside his own company.

"I could never" Maegor threw Dark Sister on their shared bed. He walked over to her, still much shorter than him and smaller despite her growing belly. He had to bent down a little to reach for her hips and slid his hands up to her belly where their child kicked furiously.

"This is as much my child as it is yours" He kissed the crown of her head. He was still cruel, just not to her, she was his Aenora, the mother of his heir.

Aenora was rended speechless when Dreamfyre landed near the palace she stayed in, bedridden, too big and heavy to move comfortably. Rhaena barged in with red eyes. Maegor has chosen to stand in front of the bed protectively. Rhaena did not spare him a second glance running to her twin's side.

"I had to come and see you, are you alright?" Aenora laughed at Rhaena's worry.

"I am with child, this is normal" Aenora shook off Rhaena's worries. Rhaena refused to leave even when their father sent a raven ordering her to. She wanted to remain here with her sister till she birthed the child.

Rhaena was shocked when Maegor refused to leave the halls when Aenora's labors began. He paced in front of the doors with only his mother for company. It was just as the moon settled when Aenora groaned in pain worrying him and a maester was summoned.

"You're killing her" A voice spoke. Maegor turned to the woman who dared speak, she was old in age and small in size.

"A maester cares not for the mother, she needs a midwife who will save her life as well" The woman dared step closer. Visenya wanted to block her way but Maegor pulled his mother away.

"Save her then" He gestured. The woman's face softened and walked into the room. Aenora was laying on her back, the first mistake and she was immediately moved to crouch on a birthing chair. The woman ordered for oils and for everyone to clean their hands at least ignoring the maester's screams. Aenora sighed in relief as some of the pressure released in this new position.

"Take him out" She ordered pointing at the maester. She now believed that only a woman will understand another woman's pains and needs.

"Your grace, what if I was needed to intervene?" The maester whined to Maegor after being pushed out by Aenora's new handmaidens having been sent to her by her mother.

"You mean to butcher my niece-wife" Maegor replied. What saved the maester from being one of the many victims of Dark Sister as it was held in Maegor's grasp was the loud piercing cry of a child filling the air. Visenya refused him entry however and walked in herself.

"A healthy child, your grace" The midwife informed. Unlike the maester the gender was not a priority in the birthing bed of Aenora. Aenora was being moved back to the bed by Rhaena and Alysia Torrent, one of the handmaidens sent by Alyssa Valeryon.

"Give me my child" Aenora demanded. The child was much bigger than the normal child, Maegor's size. Visenya remembered when Maegor was born, many deemed it a miracle she was not ripped in half birthing him and but seeing her grandchild she also deemed it a miracle that Aenora was alive after birthing him or her.

"Oh my boy" Aenora cried pushing the blanket away just enough to check his private parts. The child's wails quietened down in his mother's arms.

"Where is Maegor?" Aenora questioned looking up. Her arms were tight around the child although she was very weak and tired. Her face glowed with sweat shining against the sunlight now streaming through the window.

"Outside, dear girl" Visenya responded.

"Tis unfair how much he looks like, as if I was not the one suffering" Aenora grumbled. Maegor could not help laughing, eyes twinkling with happiness now that he had the child he desired so much.

"The next one shall be a copy of you then" Maegor humoured her. The baby looked like a normal newborn in his father's huge arms but looked at least a couple of moons old in his mother's, it could be because she was still small from her young age or it could be because he was huge or maybe both.

"What shall we name him?" Aenora shifted into a more comfortable position. Her hands rested on her belly still big but much smaller than earlier.

"Gaemon?" Maegor suggested bouncing the fuzzy child.

"He does not look like a Gaemon" Aenora shook her head in refusal.

"Daeron?" Maegor moved to sit by her side. Aenora peered down at her son pushing the blanket away from his face watching as his violet eyes looked around curiously while at the same time cooing, trying out his voice outside of the womb.

"Baelon" Aenora responded with a name of her own. Maegor's gaze looked over her face. She looked on the verge of falling unconscious but still smiled brightly at her child.

"Baelon it is then" Maegor nodded in agreement. He placed the baby in the cot close to the bed on Aenora's side, it was so close that if Aenora wished she could reach for her child without having to sit up much.

"My little Baelon" Aenora slurred resting her head on Maegor's shoulder letting sleep crawl up on her. Maegor moved to stand up but she was quick to hold him in place.

"Stay and guard our son and heir" She demanded. Maegor laughed kissing her forehead. He moved to lay beside her, the two squashed uncomfortably on Aenora's side of the bed wanting to stay close as possible to their only child but neither minded as sleeping consumed them both. Maegor may be cruel to the world but he was Aenora's guard and protector.

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angrygirlromero · 11 months

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Hi. Sick and twisted headcanon? How about maegor "training" his pregnant wife? He killed her husband and "trained" her to be his "slave" by tying her wrists behind her back while she's naked on his bed with heels and garters on. He inserted a vibrator inside her womanhood and watched her thrust her hips while he pleasured himself. He ensured that this was recorded. He then came to notice her nipples getting hard and her tears caused by how painful it was to have her breasts filled with milk. So, he pinched her nipples to make them leak, massaged and sucked her breasts. Compulsory taking nude photos of her blossoming body and burned all of her clothes so that she'll be naked 24/7.

Maegor Targaryen x Niece/Wife!Targ Reader

Warning: Megor Targaryen, age gap, incest, pregnancy, grammar mistakes, smut.

Author’s Note: sorry I changed it a bit, and this is sort of my first headcanon I’ve ever really done so it’s not really that good, but anyway just my point of view hope you enjoy!

Maegor Targaryen would be very obsessed with Valyrian culture, he’d be determined to have a pure breed Targaryen wife, and he’d want his children and heir to be of pure Valyrian ancestry.

He’d be more than obsessed with his little niece reader after, his mother suggested for him to marry someone from their house, he’d be obsessed with the reader since she was a child, more like a daemon and Rhaenyra situation, but everyone refuses to marry the sweet little inocente reader to him, his other wife’s wouldn’t matter at all, his little niece would be his only and main priority, so when he finds out she was married off to another rich lord from another house, he’s mad, very mad, so he slaughters an entire house and ends them right there.

He would ride on the back of Balerion and burn the house to ground, he’d have his guards go in and get the reader, and her husband so he can behead him himself. He’d cut the reader’s husband’s head off, give it to her as a gift and fuck her right there and then for everyone to see who you belong to.

He’d make the reader his wife and his only queen, and punish her every night for allowing another man touch her, he’d fuck her constantly and make her moan, scream and cry his name all night long for everyone in the keep to hear.

He’d train her to be his personal sex salve and toy, only for his use, he’d always keep her in his sight and she’d barely be allowed out of her room, only with guards with her at all times, he’s be hell of a possessive man, his other wife’s pitty the reader, and one in specific would be jealous (you know who I’m talking about).

If his precious little niece asked anything of him, he’d do anything and everything for her, and out of all of his wives she was definitely the only one that mattered at all to him, he adored his little niece wife, he’d have hundreds of hand sewed dresses personally mad for her, each one individually made of the best quality of red silk and with hand stitched gold.

He’d spoil her a lot with gifts and jewelry, she’d be the most elegant, precious and perfect queen throughout the day to her people, but at nighttime she’d be his little cock slave that he could use however he desired whenever he wished.

When Maegor finds out the reader is pregnant, she’s always with his, with him being too anxious and overprotective of her and his soon to be heir, and he’d love her pregnant body more than anything, torturing her with pleasure for hours on repeat as he watches or sucks on her body leaving possessive marks or sucking on her breasts doing anything in his power to get milk out, or relive her of the painful amount of milk.

He’d listed intently as reader moans his name as he fucks her over and over until she passes out, he’d constantly admire her pregnant body being proud of his work. He’s demand that his little wife be naked of any clothes while around him.

And after his first son is born, he’d just fuck another one into her, until they had an army of children.

#maegor the cruel #maegor x reader #maegor targaryen #got headcanons #hotd headcanon #house targaryen #targcest #maegor x oc #hotd preference

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fairysluna · 11 months

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SINNERS — Chapter 2

After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.

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Pairing: Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.

Summary: The sudden departure of Aenelys and Maegor leaves the Queen and King with their hands tied, the rumours of their sinful relationship grow with their absence while they both are too busy getting used to their new home to see the consequences of their actions.

Tags/TW: incest, age gap (9 years), cursing, profanity, manipulation, violence towards oc, mentions of rape, the faith being a pain in the ass.

Word Count: 4.6k

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Her big doe eyes were filled with curiosity and admiration as she was trying to look everywhere at the same time, not wanting to miss any little detail of the gorgeous palace where they were walking through. The decorations were paintings, vases, sculptures and other valuable things that were worthy of everyone's attention.

Maegor was holding her waist, keeping her close to him as they walked, whoever saw them might think he was scared of someone pulling her out of his arms and taking her away. They were being escorted by a group of guards, Aenelys deduced that they were a group of Unsullied, for they barely looked at them while they were guiding them through the hallways.

They took a turn, and Aenelys stopped for a second after being witness to the decoration in the walls. Maegor immediately noticed this small action, and he looked down at her without even noticing her red cheeks.

"Come on, dove," he softly said, as he started to push you forward to continue.

A blush ran to her cheeks once her mind made sense of the shapes of the tapestries; erotic figures of couples in different positions that woke her curious mind and took her to wonder how those things would feel. Some of those positions seemed uncomfortable, painful even. Her lack of knowledge in the matter had her feeling flustered, which became worse once her innocent curious eyes fell on the masculine shape of her uncle's body.

She felt her breath hitch once her mind played tricks on her, showing her images of her and Maegor in situations similar to those hanging from the wall. She imagined his big hands roaming around her tiny body, touching those places of her skin where not even her dared to touch. She imagined his lips pressing against her warmth, kissing her everywhere.

She forced herself to look away from him, now feeling the guilt of having those thoughts involving him in such a compromising way.

When she least expected it, they arrived in a room where a tall and sturdy old man was waiting for them. He was wearing a kind smile and looking at the both of them with gentle eyes. Aenelys looked at his clothes and that was enough to realize that this man was disgustingly rich; his robes were made with the most divine and exquisite silks of Essos, his white hair and beard were perfectly trimmed, and his neck, fingers and wrists were wrapped with bands made of pure gold.

He was just a few inches shorter than Maegor, but he was still taller than her.

Aenelys stopped her pace and Maegor stood in front of her. The unknown man gave them a small bow and then he spoke,

"My prince," he started, "dear friend of mine, how glad I am to finally have you back in my home." He stretched his arm, and Maegor took his hand shaking it in a formal way, but his treatment seemed to be more friendly towards him now. The words of the old man left quite clear that it was not the first time they have seen each other. "I see you came with company… Who's this gorgeous young girl?"

Maegor took a step aside, presenting her to his old friend. She felt all the eyes falling on her body, and she looked for her uncle's hand for comfort; just as she used to do when she was a child. Maegor smiled, pleased with that action.

"This is my niece, princess Aenelys."

Aenelys looked at the floor, she tried to lie to herself and say she was not disappointed with the way he introduced her; she was expecting something else, some sweet words that would help him claim how dearly he loved her, or perhaps something that might have shown his intentions to actually marry her. Instead, he said that; words that were pronounced with a neutral voice, showing no feelings nor emotions.

Perhaps she was living through false and unrealistic expectations, but she didn't know better.

"It is my greatest pleasure being in front of you, my princess," the old man said, bowing to her now. "Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Ser Vyros Nahar, but please just call me Vyros."

He grabbed her hand and pulled it closer to his lips as he left a soft and elegant kiss on it. A gesture that visibly bothered the prince, who softly frowned after being witness to that small action, especially after she smiled kindly back at the old man.

"The pleasure is all mine, Vyros…" she spoke softly.

"Allow me to introduce you to my son, Draqos, who would be more than pleased to be your guard during your stay in Braavos, my princess."

The young dark haired man took a step forward and leaned over to grab the princess' hand. Before he could even touch her, Maegor stepped in between them and frowned upon the man, who was slightly taller than him, but slimmer. Aenelys looked at her feet, showing herself submissive towards the action of her beloved uncle; Draqos had no choice but to step back.

"That will not be necessary, Vyros. I'm capable of protecting my niece."

Maegor looked at Draqos with a deadly stare that would perfectly threaten anyone, but he did not bend. Draqos stood tall as his deep green eyes turned to the princess and a small smirk appeared on his handsome face. The prince took this as an insolent action that did nothing but anger him more.

"My prince, I'm sure you will not have time to take care of your niece at every moment," he explained, "the nights are dangerous in this part of the city, beautiful girls like your niece might be at risk if she's not well protected."

Those words seemed to cause some kind of distraught to the prince, who stared at his friend with complete anger after he doubted his ability to protect her. His jaw clenched, and his back straightened as his tone changed to one somewhat sterner. "Do you not see me fit to protect my niece, friend?" He spoke angrily, almost grunting. A tone that Aenelys had heard him use many times to multiple people, except for her.

"I mean no offense, my prince. You're a fine warrior that is certain, but I've known you for years, your nights will be quite different from hers, you will not be here to protect her."

Aenelys knew what those words meant. She was not dumb or stupid to ignore the fact that her beloved uncle had needs that needed to be satisfied. She knew perfectly well that there would be nights where she would see her uncle surrounded by women with giant smiles, and voluptuous bodies; but some part of her wished and thought things would be different. She thought that she was going to be his only company, as well as he was going to be hers.

Oh, such a silly thing to think.

Maegor took a deep breath as he turned around to see his beautiful niece already looking up at him. He stared at her violet eyes, staring at him with the same devotion as always. Maegor thought of her as someone loyal, someone who will never disappoint him; he knew she was deeply in love with him, and he knew that no man in the world would be able to take her heart out of his hands, not even this gallant man called Draqos, who seemed to be quite interested in the princess, for his eyes never left her angelic features.

He grabbed her face with the same delicacy he saved only for her. Aenelys leaned towards his touch, almost purring at it. Maegor found himself convinced about his thoughts, she already belonged to him for eternity and that subtle gesture of hers was enough proof to know it certainly. She was his, only his.

"Would you like that, dove?" He whispered as his eyes locked with hers. Aenelys' puppy eyes glistening with the sight of him. Gods she was so lost on him, "is it fine for you?"

Aenelys nodded softly, a subtle movement that Maegor only perceived because he was close enough to see it. He leaned a little, just enough to brush his nose against hers and make her feel the closeness of his lips. She basically drooled, so enamored by him that it looked pathetic.

The multiple pair of eyes looked at them unimpressed by that action. Ser Vyros even smiled tenderly as he stared at them. Aenelys did not let that slide, she noticed how there was no disgusted look on their faces after seeing such a scene, something that would definitely happen if they were in the West side of the world. It was in that moment when she thought she had made the right choice, escaping from the judgmental stares of the Westerosi people who were too blind to understand it; to understand them. Aenelys knew that this new era in their lives would lead towards her much desired happy ending, away from the people that would frown upon a relationship they would never empathize with.

She thought about it, being Maegor's wife was her long time goal in life since she had memories of her childhood. She knew the customs of her family would make it easier for her to marry him, even when he already had a wife… but it was a woman that he did not love, a woman he did not even like.

Now there was their chance —her chance— to prove to him that she will be able to make him happy, to satisfy him. They were free of discernment, no one would say something about them and the weird relationship that had been so questioned back at home.

Aenelys smiled at the people around her, and she was determined to make this place her new home.

Across the Narrow Sea, things were crumbling into pieces inside the Red Keep. Queen Alyssa was raging once the news of her beloved daughter's absence reached her ears, completely lost in the despair of not knowing her whereabouts.

“This is your fault!” She would scream at her husband, “if you would’ve exiled him before, our child would be here with us!” The tears were falling down her face as she was panting, “Now she’s out there, with your brother! Only the Gods know what kind of atrocities he would make her do…”

My poor child, she thought, wiping and crying out loud as she walked around the room in despair. King Aenys was trying to be serene, but the threatening words of his brother came back to his mind as he saw this as Maegor’s revenge for wanting him out of the castle. Aenys did not want to share that piece of information with his wife, because he knew that all this happened because of him.

He could have done many things to prevent this mess from happening, but he did nothing more than underestimate his young brother. Now these were the consequences of it, his daughter kidnapped by her uncle in foreign lands where she has never been.

But when the guards arrived, King Aenys knew he was wrong. He had misjudged his brother, and his daughter.

“Gaelithox is nowhere to be seen, Your Grace.” One of them spoke, the Queen walked closer to the group of guards, her eyes widened with confusion. “Neither is Balerion.”

“It is quite rare that he kidnapped her and let her take her dragon with them.” Aenys pointed out.

Alyssa looked at him scandalized, with an horrified stare. “So you’re suggesting that our daughter willingly left King’s Landing with that… uncouth man?” She spat the last words, rage running down her veins, “How can you even suggest such a thing? She is our girl!”

“She is a woman, my Queen.” He softly spoke, “She is not a girl anymore.”

“We shall look for her.” Alyssa said. She turned to the guards and looked at them with despair in her eyes. She would completely deny the fact that her daughter might willingly leave her side. It was impossible, Aenelys would never do that. “Please, reunite the tropes and prepare the ships. I want you to go to Essos and look at every piece of land you see… I want my daughter back and the head of Maegor be put on a spike.”

“You shall not do such a thing.” Aenys said, the guards and the Queen looked at him with disbelief.

Queen Alyssa walked towards him, her eyes red with tears as she was breathing fast. She could not believe her husband did not care about the safety of their first child, and let her be out there without help. She might be in danger, Maegor was a ruthless man. As far as the Queen knows, he might have done indescribable things to her daughter by now.

“We must do something!” She insisted, “Bring my daughter back!”

“There is a big possibility that Aenelys left King’s Landing because she wanted to do it.” Aenys said, “If we tried to go and get her, we do not know what Maegor is capable of doing.”

Then it hit her. The Queen stared at her husband with her jaw clenched after hearing those words; words that made her realize what was actually happening here. The mere thought made her scoffed while she shook her head in disapproval, her lips forming an ironic smile that contrasted with her soaking cheeks.

“You are afraid of him…” She claimed, “You are not scared of what he might do to Aenelys you are scared of what he might do to you if you dare to pull our daughter away from him.”

“Alyssa, my dear-”

“He threated you, did he not?” Alyssa interrupted. His silence did nothing but to prove that what she had thought was true. “How can you even call yourself a king?!” She yelled, blinded by rage and distress, “How are you planning to protect the Seven Kingdoms when you barely can protect your own daughter?!”

The guards did not even dare to move after such an altercation, and Aenys looked at her shocked; not angry, not mad, just shocked. Of course he knew he had to do something after Maegor threatened him, but he never did because he never thought his own brother would do something like this. He trusted in him too much that now he was facing the consequences of it.

Queen Alyssa soon left the room, fuming and crying desperate for her lost daughter. A couple of guards followed her, and when they were far enough from the King, she stopped them and spoke.

“I want a ship leaving for Essos in the morning. You will find my daughter and bring her here, where she belongs. Understood?” The guards nodded obediently.

When the next day arrived, a group of guards left Westeros in a fleet of three ships. King Aenys never found out.

The rumors around the castle were echoing louder with each hour passing. The absence of Aenelys and Maegor was noticeable, and the servants did not take too much time to spread the word to the entirety of King’s Landing. People were whispering in the hallways that Maegor kidnapped the Princess to rape her, to force her to marry him; others said that the Princess left willingly in her dragon in order to marry him. The other theory is that she was with child, and her own parents had sent her away to avoid the disgrace that those news would bring to the family.

Whatever the truth was, the Faith did not take long to find out about the situation, and the ravens started to fly across the continent from Oldtown to King’s Landing. The Grand Maester Gawen was the one delivering the news; the Faith had given a warning to the King, to stop the rumor of her daughter being a sinner, or else the Faith will take justice with their own hands. The High Septon did not allow incest, claiming it was an abomination that was going to ruin the Seven Kingdom. Sister and brothers, uncles and nieces or aunt and nephews marrying each other should be punished, for the Seven would never allow this kind of profanity. The King had his hands tied, even if he gets Aenelys back, his new husband would be her brother… and that was not a solution for the Faith.

Soon, the small folk, who once loved their King, started to blame him for the disappearance of their beloved princess. The servants and the spiders within the walls were responsible for misleading the information and after a few days all of King’s Landing were claiming that the King had given away his first child, Princess Aenelys, to his brother Maegor in order to keep him in line. Of course that was far away from the truth.

And that is how everything went to pieces. His daughter had begun something that soon was getting out of control. King Aenys started to lose his allies. The people who once loved him started to hate him for a lie, and the Faith was starting to chase him for the same thing. A week after the disappearance of Maegor and Princess Aenelys, the Faith declared war in the name of the Seven and the weak King started to decay.

Across the Narrow Sea, however, Aenelys was oblivious of everything that was happening back at home. In Braavos she had found a new home that had the same accommodations that she had back in Westeros. Maegor had made sure that she had a good group of servants and maidens that would keep her company in the days where he was not able to be by her side.

But now Maegor was sitting on a large sofa. He was drinking a cup of exquisite wine while he was watching Aenelys on the balcony of their new home. She would be there every evening, watching the city and the sea that was beside it as she drank her tea. She was asking herself how her family was doing… a part of her was missing them terribly, but the other part of her was content that she was able to be with Maegor, even when it wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

When Aenelys arrived in Essos she had the dream that her uncle would have the intention to marry her or at least to make her a woman. She is no fool, she is actually quite curious, which is why she has come across a few books that speak about pleasure and marriage… she was expecting something as such. But, in reality, Maegor has not changed his treatment towards her. He has not kissed her, he has not even touched her beyond a small hug. Aenelys tried not to show her disappointment, but it was clearly visible sometimes, Maegor just decided to ignore it.

The only thing that has changed, is that now they share a bed, but still Maegor would not even hold her close to his body at night when the coldness and the freezing wind of the East made her shiver between the sheets. There were nights where he would not even sleep in the bed at all, for he was spending his time in brothels or with hired whores in other rooms of the palace where they were staying; they were a gift from Ser Vyros.

Aenelys came to realize how thin the walls were; for she was able to hear during the night how her uncle would pleasure those women without shame or intentions to hide his profanity. Her heart would ache, her body would curl up in the bed as she cuddled with the blankets and silk sheets, closing her eyes and trying so hard to ignore the sound that those women would make. They were tortuous nights, filled with nightmares and subtle tears that would soak her rosy cheeks; feeding the imminent jealousy that would grow inside her chest.

She found herself in the balcony once again, the midday sun rays hitting on her milky skin and making it look paler than it already was. A white dress she was wearing, Maegor would always make her wear that color, claiming that it made her eyes look even more beautiful. There was no cup of tea between her hands now, for her mind was too busy repeating the previous nights as a constant poison contaminating her senses and making her upset. Her lip would quiver every now and then as the itch on her nose would announce the upcoming tears that she would miserably try to hold back. Her discontent was visibly obvious to everyone who possessed at least one working eye; she was being miserable… too heartbroken to even realize about the presence of her uncle in the room.

Maegor immediately perceived something was wrong with her, usually the smell of his cologne would be enough for her to turn around and flash him with the most innocent and gorgeous smile. This time, there was nothing as such, he found her naked back and her unbraided silver hair instead of her pretty, doe eyes.

He cautiously walked towards her, his heavy shoes being dragged on the floor carpet which muffled his steps. He grabbed one of the chairs close to the entrance of the balcony and sat there, his thick legs spreading open as his hand, which was carrying a glass of fine Dornish wine, remained on the armrest. He cleared his throat, and saw how the girl sank in her position after hearing the sudden noise that ended the silence.

“I can perceive you are not content this morning, my beautiful dove,” he began, his eyes examining the small frame of his niece. “What troubles you? Are you missing home already?”

She looks at her bare feet, shaking her hand as she, inevitably, steps closer to him. It was as if she was unable to keep herself apart from him when they were in the same room.

“There is something that bothers me a bit,” she confessed, shyly, her voice sounding as soft as a caress.

Maegor leaned back, and Aenelys looked at him up and down. A thin, loose, white shirt was covering his wide and thick chest. The blonde, almost invisible, hairs were decorating his skin. The poor girl felt the blush running into her cheeks at the sight, especially after having intrusive thoughts about him. Lustful ideas flood her mind making her weak in the knees.

“Tell me, dove,” he asked her, gently reaching for her hand and pulling her closer to him. She was standing between his legs as he hand went now to her hip.

Aenelys took a deep breath that came out too shaky for her taste. She was nervous not only because she was about to confess something to him, but also because his big hand was touching her. It barely let her think, she felt embarrassingly dumb.

“What- what you do with those women,” she told him, “I don’t like it.”

Maegor frowned, “what thing?”

The next words caused her some struggle as she fought the shyness within her to be able to pronounce them. “Bedding them,” she murmured.

The man chuckled, “you don’t like it?” He repeated her previous words with a playful smirk on his devilish features. She nodded. “Why?”

“It’s not-” she interrupted herself, taking a deep breath and using it as an excuse to think about a proper answer. “I don’t like the idea of them… touching you.”

“And you wish for me to stop doing it?” He asked. She nodded once again. “But, darling, if I don’t practice with them, how am I supposed to know how to please you?”

Her eyes widened with surprise, her breathing becoming unsteady. “Me?”

Maegor smiled, a mischievous gesture that had her drooling all over again. He pulled her even closer, and in a sudden movement he lifted her up to make her sit on his lap. It was a quick, agile move; he barely put effort in such an action. Aenelys was unable to hide the rouge on her cheeks, feeling the hands of the man she loved sneaking under her dress to caress her thighs. Her eyes became blurry as she dreamed awake. Would he finally claim her as his?

“You are supposed to give me children once we marry, my dove, and during the process I want you to feel the same amount of pleasure as I will feel.”

He felt how she subtly shook under his touch, sighing as if he had just told him the greatest news of her life. Her lilac orbes being clouded by the so usual dreamy glow.

“Marry me?” She asked in a whisper, “you… you plan on doing so?”

“Well, of course,” he shrugged, “why else do you think I brought you with me?”

“But wouldn’t it be better if you practice with… me?” she doubtfully said the last word. To which Maegor’s smile started to vanish.

“Oh, my sweet dove,” he cooed. His hands moving dangerously close to her core, his thumbs rubbing against her inner thighs. “You’re not ready for me, yet. You’re far too innocent and perfect for me to ruin you now.”

“But-”

“Uh, uh,” he quickly silenced her, and she pressed her lips. “You will be a good girl, and you will wait for me.”

“But I don’t want you to be with those women anymore,” she quickly claimed. Her lips pouting as her eyes became teary now.

Maegor closed his eyes as he scoffed, he was starting to lose his patience. His big hands squeezed her thighs a bit too harsh; her response was a gasp of surprise as one of his hands reached her jaw as he forced her to look at his eyes without escape. Aenelys frowned upon this odd gesture towards her, and her doe eyes soon turned into ones filled with a mixture of confusion and fear. Maegor was not able to control his strength, causing a bit of harm in the delicate skin of his niece.

“Stop this, Aenelys, stop acting like a child,” he whispered, his heavy breathing hitting against her quivering lips. “I will not accept orders from you, I have already told you my reasons; you may or may not believe me… but just stay out of what does not concern you.”

She let out a shaky breathing before pushing herself away from him. Aenelys stood up with her knees trembling and the tears soaking her cheeks. Her eyes stared at him with a new light, Maegor noticed it almost instantly, and that is when he knew he had ruined his plans. He had scared her. The poor girl’s hand went to touch her sore jaw, which now had the fingertips of the man printed on her delicate skin.

“Aenelys…” He said, standing up and trying to reach for her. She just took a step back, making him sigh. “Aenelys, please-”

“I should’ve stayed,” she whispered. Her voice was broken and filled with hurt.

Maegor laughed with irony, “you have a dragon, if you want to leave, then leave. I am not forcing you to be here.”

His words only broke her more. She had to bite her lip to avoid a sob to escape her, it was too painful.

She did not say anything else. She just turned around, still covering her jaw with her hand and she just walked away from him. Maegor rolled his eyes as he sat back on the chair, drinking his wine in one sip. The empty cup soon was thrown across the room, causing a thunderous sound that echoed in the room.

“Fuck,” was the only thing he said.

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Lady Targaryen and her daughter Princess Visenya Targaryen are having dinner with Queen Visenya. (Yandere mother-in-law Queen Visenya.)

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sunnytarg · 1 year

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hello ♡ hope you're having a good day, love your yandere post so i was wondering if you could do a yandere reaction with Maegor, Aegon I, Aemond, Aegon II (separate) who are in love with their sister reader but she doesn't love them and they She constantly rejects and even threatens them with telling her father (yan! platonic) about his attitude towards her if they don't stop?. Thank you you are amazing and I love your writing ♡♡♡♡♡

I hope this is what you wanted. I’m still trying to figure out how to write Yandere!characters. Enjoy! 😁

Tw: stalking, dubcon, breeding

Maegor

Maegor couldn’t care less if his sister didn’t return his love because he knew that once he had her she would eventually learn to love him. Of course, when she told their father after he made tried to make a move on her after winning a tourney he was annoyed but not swayed to stop. He had won this tourney not just for his own glory but for her, why his sister couldn’t see that is beyond him.

His plan was simple. He would simply talk to his father and have his sister become his wife. It didn’t take much to convince his father especially after he pointed out how he married not only two women but his two sisters.

Aegon I

Aegon has no idea why his sister isn’t returning his affection. His other sisters did. He has the best dragon, he has shown he can be a good husband and he has plans on uniting Westeros so why doesn’t his sister live him in the way he wants? His frustrations all come out after their father announces his sister's betrothal to some cousin at supper. After they finish with their meals and his sister-wives go to their respective bedrooms he corners his other sister. He demands to know why she doesn’t love him. What does he have to do for her to accept his affection?

This does nothing but frightens her and in return, she tells him that she will tell their father about this. Why does he have to be greedy? He already has two wives, two wives that are already his sisters so why does he need her? Of course, without realizing she slips up when she says “at least I’ll soon have a husband who will only have one wife and will be able to give me the love and time I deserve.”

It isn’t until after everyone has fallen asleep that he comes up with an idea to have his sister finally be his. In the morning he’s waiting for his family to enter to break their fast and on the table is his sister’s betrothed. Aegon is standing beside the lifeless body with Blackfyre in his hand and blood on his face and hands. Over his sister’s screams, he looks at their father and says “I shall wed her. After all, there is no one better for her than someone who already loves her and knows her.”

Aemond

Aemond truly believes that he is being subtle by leaving his sister's favorite flowers and treats outside of her bed chambers to find. Or when they have a meal together as a family and he has the bard play a song he knows is her favorite (he doesn’t see her frown when he requests it). Aemond is his sister’s shadow. Never admitting to his affections but never gives his sister room to meet knights and gentlemen of the court.

It becomes too much for her at a certain point. She feels like she is suffocating under the weight of her brother and so she finally snaps with the only threat she can think of. If he doesn’t back away then she will tell their father. Truthfully, they both know the threat is hollow. Viserys doesn't really care what they do. If she had threatened to tell their mother, perhaps, then Aemond might worry but instead, he gives his sister the illusion of space. He is still always there. Watching her and listening in on what she talks about. He even pays her handmaidens and servants to listen in for him.

When she finally marries a knight, who in Aemond’s opinion is far below his precious sister, he watches through a secret passageway as her new husband fucks his sister for the first time. He knows he could do it better but at the sight of her naked body and her small moans, he can’t help but fist his cock as he hides away. For now, he will settle for this but eventually, hopefully soon, he may think of a way to convince his sister to come to his bed and perhaps bare his children, or better yet - he can find a way to dispose of her knight of a husband and have her come crying into his open and waiting arms.

Aegon II

Aegon gets what he wants when he wants it. His sister threatening to tell their father of his love for her doesn’t bother him in the slightest because at most he knows his father will just shrug and forget about it. Aegon doesn’t matter to him. He, is, however, determined to make his sister realize how much she cares about him.

Her threats are empty to him. She says she will tell his wife, but he doesn’t care. He was married to the wrong sister and Helaena never wanted to marry him in the first place. She says she will run far away but Aegon has a dragon and promises he will find her. Eventually, she says that she will tell their mother. Now, that is a problem. If their mother learned about any of this she would have his sister sent far away and married. He knows that she finds Targaryen's customs sinful and disgusting, despite having him marry his other sister.

It doesn’t take Aegon long to realize what he must do to keep his sister around. She cannot marry, it is as simple as that. The only way to guarantee that is if she is dishonored. With that in mind, he sneaks into her room that night. He doesn’t wake her as he places with her cunt. He wants to make sure it’s nice and wet, easy for him to slip his cock into. He doesn’t want to hurt her after all, he loves her.

She does wake up when he pushes his hard cock into her from behind. She yelps in surprise and the clench her cunt makes around him is so delectable he groans loudly. He doesn’t want her to wake the entire castle, though, so he moves a hand over her mouth as he thrusts into her. He enjoys every second of it. From her slick, right walls to her whimpers turned to moans and her soft skin pressed against his. As he gets closer to cumming he starts to thrust harder and just before he shoots his seed into her he leans down and whispers in his dear sister's ear, “I will do this every night until you are with my child. The men of the realm will see you as soiled but this only proves how you are mine and trust me, you have never been more beautiful than right now, naked and with my cum leaking out of you.”

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