#aegon fluff
Text
Love & Ruin
Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.
Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra)
Warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, idk if this is dark!aeg or yandere but he's not okay, mentally.
Word count: 7k
Note: Part one of two:) I really hope yall like this. Reader is Helaena's age. I did not proofread; fuck it we ball.
Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @annikin-im-panicin @its-actually-minicika (Hi girls ily)
‘It wasn’t meant to happen like this’
Aegon paced back and forth inside the throne room waiting for the return of his brother. The storm that had rolled in was heavy, the sounds of hail beating the glass window echoed throughout the room. The sudden crash of thunder and jolt of lighting sent a shiver down his spine. The candles that lined the room were not enough to fully bring light into the dark. It was almost poetic; the storm echoed his inner feelings perfectly.
‘How could you do this?!’
‘Have you gone mad!’
‘Think about your wife! Your children! How will this look?’
‘She won’t show us mercy now, you fool!”
It had been hours since he sent Aemond to Storm’s End. The mission couldn’t have been that hard, go ask for a Baratheon bitches' hand and bring back a person. His mother had taken to chewing at her nail beds until they bled. His grandsire sat with his face in his hands contemplating how to fix this.
Once a crown was placed on his head Aegon found a new sense of confidence, one that could no longer be stolen away by those around him. His family could no longer control him nor tell him what to do. He was king and kings did not ask permission. They took what they wanted. From now on his word was law and this mission was the only reason he didn’t flee to Yiti. It was promised to him then taken away and he fully intended to take it back. And what he wanted was traveling to beg for Lord Borros to side with the pretender…
Five hours, it took five hours for the roar of Vhagar to be heard over the red keep. The storm had subsided to a light rain, yet the sky remained dark. Finally, he rose from his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. A giddy smile creeping onto his face that his mother couldn’t help but scoff at. It didn’t matter anymore; he had won his first prize in war.
Murmurs from the council filled the once silent room but Aegon could only hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto the door waiting for them to walk inside. His imagination swirled with possibilities and all of them were better than his current situation. Alicent and Otto stared from a distance, both realizing their potential mistake. They let the dog off the leash and now they were about to suffer the consequences.
Guards rusting outside the doors caught everyone’s attention. The room went eerily silent as the doors began to creak open. Aegon nearly jumped out of his skin as he walked forward to meet who was coming.
Aemond, drenched in water, stalked inside slowly. His face was a mix of regret and… fear? The world stopped and as if on cue a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder that lit up the room. Aegon’s heart ceased to beat, his smile melted into nothing, and his feet threatened to give out on him. His mother’s eyes widened, and her hands fled to cover her mouth. Aemond struggled to lift the wet, bruised and unconscious body in his arms. He let out a shaky breath,
“There’s been an… incident.”
From a young age Aegon knew he had no love from anyone besides himself. His mother simply tolerated him, his father forgot him, and everyone else loathed him. The first-born son who should inherit everything but instead was given nothing. The son born to be loved but destined to be hated.
It was no surprise he was the way he was. He drank more than he should, fucked more than allowed and was cruel to those who may or may not deserve it. No one was born evil; they were raised to be that way. At least, that’s what he told himself to feel better at night.
And he wasn’t truly evil in the eyes of most anyway, just terribly pathetic. A lonely fourteen-year-old who may never feel loved. A boy who would never fully feel the warmth of someone’s gentle touch, the excitement when they approached, the soft reassurances and sweet nothings they would whisper, the true connection when intimate with someone you loved. It was all out of his reach… Until you started coming around.
For the better half of your life your mother, Rhaenyra kept you decently hidden from most of the court. It was not at all because you shared your features with Harwin Strong but because you were simply too precious for the world. You were her only daughter, her first born and you were too beautiful for the men in this city to gawk at and prey upon.
She would protect you from everything her father couldn’t protect her from. So, yes you didn’t get out much and when you did Harwin, and your brothers followed close suit. Rhaenyra did become more lenient as you grew. It was better to let you live as you wanted under watchful eyes than be locked away because of her own fears. At least that’s what Harwin told to calm her.
You were strictly prohibited from a handful of things though. Absolutely no leaving the keep unless it was daytime, and a handful of guards were there to follow. Absolutely no wandering around after dark, anywhere, no matter the circumstance. And finally, absolutely no involvement with your uncle Aegon.
Sadly, you were born with the same rebellion in your heart as she once had. The very first thing that needed to be handled was Aegon. It excited you to no end thinking about why he was banned from speaking to you. You needed to know why it was prohibited and see if it was as exciting as you thought.
Dusk had fallen on the keep and the light from the windows was beginning to fill the corridors orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. You were supposed to return to your chambers immediately after your septa lesson but had time to stroll. Right now, your brothers would still be in the dragon pit, your mother in a council meeting and Ser Harwin getting ready for his nightly patrol. It was price time to make an escape and seek him out.
You found him in a compromising position. He was curled up in the corner of the library and reeked of wine. There was a subtle shine on his face from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you be banned from talking to him? When asleep he looked like a poor Angel. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Uncle?” You whispered into his ears.
“Aegon?” Your soft voice began to rouse him from his slumber. His eyebrows began to furrow slightly. “Aegon, wake up.” He jumped away and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the room and you before settling with the most confused expression plastered on his face.
“N-no Aemond isn’t here. I-it’s just me.” Aegon paused in his drunken haze. Who was me? You were too pretty to be a maid, your clothes too fancy. His eyes danced up and down your form as his brain slowly started putting it together. “Your niece. It’s __ ”
His hands released you slowly as his mouth slightly hung agape. Why in the seven hells was Rhaenyra hiding a creature as beautiful as you? Yeah, he had seen you in passing maybe once or twice but never really got a good look.
You had the perfect plush lips coated in a shade of pink. Your eyes were large and glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell elegantly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your neckline you had a nice chest too, for your age.
He felt two small warm hands cup his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. Aegon stared at you confused, his lips puffed out. “Oh Aeg, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Oh gods, you were too precious. He was too dumbfounded to say anything, maybe too drunk still to fully grasp the situation.
You weren’t wrong though; someone did hurt him. His mother barged into his room and slapped him clean across the face without warning. Ranting and raving about his behavior and how he was disappointing the family. He nodded slowly, not exactly sure how he was supposed to react. You let out a deep sigh and your lips formed a frown.
You knew exactly what to do. Your mother had done the same every time you or your siblings got hurt. You rubbed the tear stains on his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. A soft smile appearing on your lips, “don’t cry please or you’ll make me cry. You’re a prince and a good son. You ride the prettiest dragon in the world and so many people think you’re amazing. You have so much to offer and they’re just too blind to see it. So many love you, I love you and-”
You were cut off by the sounds of your mother calling out your name searching for you. You let go of his cheeks and quickly embraced him. “You’re perfect, okay? Don’t cry.” You jumped to your feet and brushed your skirts down. “I gotta go… feel better!” Aegon sat and watched your little feet scurry off into the direction of your mother's voice.
His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in the same spot. Seven hells, seriously where the fuck have you been his entire life? There was a pool of emotions swirling inside him he couldn’t fully grasp. Your little hands and soft voice saying the sweetest things to a complete stranger. The way your lips softly pressed against his forehead radiating warmth throughout his body. You were so innocent, so blindly loving… You were his.
It was an odd thing for him to think. He never really desired someone for just himself, Aegon didn’t really care until this point. But right now all he could think about was stealing you away and keeping you tucked away in his room forever. Corrupting you slowly but only for him, no one else could see it or experience it. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.
He forced himself into wobbly legs and sucked in a deep breath. It was time to talk to his parents.
The plan failed so horrifically he could swear the gods were pissing on him. He went and asked for your hand, said he was ready to be a good son, bring the families together finally. Aegon was shot down so fucking fast he got whiplash. His mother was okay with it, seeing potential benefits. But his father was adamantly against it as was his bitch sister.
“You think I’ll let him drag my daughter into his depravity? Not until I am cold in my grave.”
That could definitely be arranged. It made complete sense; he was the eldest son, and you were the eldest daughter. You were heir and he was the second son of the king. There was absolutely no reason for rejection besides their own selfish, impossible to understand reasons.
It didn’t really fucking matter. When he wanted something, he got it one way or another. Thus, he came up with a plan to steal you away and woo his way into your heart permanently.
Aegon had stayed painstakingly sober the entire day and avoided any of the whores he usually wasted his time with. He waited til long after the sun had set to sneak through Maegor’s hidden tunnels to try and find your chambers. It was a hassle, he stumbled into Jacaerys’s room once and immediately backed out. Then he walked past what he assumed was a hidden entrance to your mother’s room only to hear lewd noises coming from inside.
He didn’t realize it at the time but that was when Joffrey was made.
The deeper he walked the more aggravated he became. Why was it so fucking hard to find you? It took him several failed attempts until he finally lightly pushed open the door to a room seeping with light. He peered in and saw you sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to your chest. How cute, you were scared of the dark and slept with a bear, he thought to himself.
Aegon wasted no time welcoming himself inside and waltzing over to the side of the bed where you slept. He brushed a loc of your hair out of your face and admired how beautiful you looked, even while asleep. If he was totally honest, he could stay here and watch you sleep all night, but he had things he needed to do.
“Hey princess,” he spoke softly as he nudged your shoulder. Unlike him, you were an extremely light sleeper. You opened your eyes and they immediately shot wide open. You attempted to let out a scream at the intruder, but he swiftly shoved his hand onto your mouth. “Shhh! Shhh, it’s just me. It’s Aegon.”
Your face relaxed and you blinked your eyes a few times trying to decipher if this was a dream or reality. “Aegon,” you murmured into the palm of his hand. “I’ll let go if you swear to be quiet. Promise?” You nodded your head and he slowly pulled back; a wide grin plastered over his face showcasing his perfectly even teeth. “Good morning, princess.”
You rubbed your eyes and peered over to the window. “It’s still nighttime…” you drawled into a yawn. “I know, it’s the only time you’re alone.” You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry it’s just-” your words were stuck in your throat as he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “No need to be sorry, princess. I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Y-yeah.” Aegon stood up off the floor and handed you a cloak he had balled up in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it towards. “You don’t ever get to leave right? Well, I leave all the time so I thought I could take you into the city for some fun.”
Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But there was an aching sensation at the back of your head. The sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do. The fear of disappointing her was strong and the fear of potential punishment even stronger. “I- I can’t. My mother would be furious.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Besides, you wouldn’t want to make me cry, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” His blue eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. It was manipulative, he knew but it worked every time. “I won’t tell anyone, " you said in a nervous whisper.
His frown quickly grew into a wide smile, flashing wolf life teeth. Aegon’s eyes had a mischievous glint behind him when he spoke, “good girl, put this on.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. You blushed and nodded your head in agreement.
It didn’t take long for Aegon to grab your hand and whisk you far away from where you were meant to be. You clung to his arm as you both scurried through the dark corridors. The farther you went the smell of dust and cow dung intensified as did the conversation of city folk outside the walls.
The streets of King’s Landing were dirty but so much more alive than you ever thought they could be. It was the hour of the bat and yet the streets were bright with fires lit at every corner. The streets were crammed with people from all walks of life, travelers, merchants, witches, performers, whores, musicians, and knights. It was quite the spectacle for a young girl who had been confined to a castle.
Aegon was reveling in your excitement and awe, still blissfully unaware of the depravity that shrouded these streets. Your voice carried the joy only of someone as innocent to the world as you could possess. It was fucking magical how you gazed up at him like he was your savior.
To his surprise, you babbled about more than any girl he’d ever met. It should be annoying, but he was drowning in the presence of your voice and the way your fingers would squeeze his own when the topic turned to something that moved you. You had completely captured him with your accidental charm.
But as the night went on his original scheme drifted into the back of his like a distant memory. Aegon couldn’t take you where he wanted, you were too good for it. The prying eyes of others would probably send him into a blind rage anyway. It was already beginning to build as random passersby simply looked at you.
To avoid a possible murder or maiming he whisked you away to a final destination. Aegon told you people here eat, drink and play music here until the dawn rises. There were musicians and poets singing while people danced around them. Men and women were laughing and drowning themselves in what you presumed could only be wine. There were several dragon shaped lanterns that occasionally spewed fire lighting the corner of the world you reside in.
It was pretty spectacular in the eyes of a girl. But it was also the place where your inevitable downfall began. It started with a glass of ale, not wine, that Aegon offered you. It burned your throat as you swallowed it, whatever you had made him chuckle and use that nickname again. It inspired you to drink more and keep receiving soft praises from your uncle.
You could feel it flow through your body slowly warming your insides and sending a slight tingly sensation in your limbs. That’s when the music started to sound good enough to dance. You bounced around Aegon in possibly the worst showing of dance moves he’d ever seen. It was cute though, to him at least.
That’s when you decided to drink more and fully let go of whatever expectations of a princess rested in the back of your mind. One, two, three, you lost count after the first. Aeggy refused to dance but he occasionally twirled you around and let you hang onto his shoulders.
As time passed on so did any semblance of sobriety you had left. Your words were slurring together, and your movements became sloppy, the ability to stand was nearly completely lost. That’s when Aegon declared it was time to bring you home. At first, you tried to reject the idea and fight back, but your muscles were just as weak as your mind.
He lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could carry your little self-home. It was okay, at first being carried by Aegon. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebumps through your body. The low whisper of his voice telling you sweet things echoing in the walls of your mind. Then came a new feeling between your legs when his lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. Every sensation was heightened to a point it had never reached before.
It was a warm ache between your legs that kept getting worse the longer you were wrapped around him. You were worried, what if the wetness between your legs was your moonblood. How insanely embarrassing would that be if you bled on your uncle? You tried to untangle yourself, but he put two firm hands onto your waist and pulled you back in.
The sudden friction between your legs caused you to yelp, a quiet yelp that did not go unnoticed. He paused his steps, glancing at you avoiding his eyes then back at the street to the keep. His lips slowly curled into a smirk only he could wear so well. Aegon didn’t say anything the entire way back home, though a million things were racing through his mind.
The walk home was agonizing, every once in a while, he would move in a way that sent electricity from your core to the depths of your stomach. You didn’t even notice the tiny few whimpers that came from your throat, but he did. Oh, Aegon was noticing it all, every sound, every movement, every look, the warm feeling between your legs that was growing damp across his waist, and it was driving him mad.
He should have been a good little prince and placed you on your bed and left but he had never been a good prince. Aegon wanted to know how far he could take it before you melted beneath him. Obviously, like a good uncle he helped you undress into your night clothes since you were too drunk to do anything.
“Come on, princess. Time to lay down.” You begrudgingly threw yourself onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You couldn’t sleep, your undergarments were uncomfortably wet, and the ache continued to get worse. You obviously couldn’t tell him any of this, so you laid there, suffering.
Unexpectedly Aegon climbed into bed he was on top of you, his knee moved to press in between your legs and your eyes widened from their half-lidded state. “Are you okay, niece? You look… frustrated.” His face was plastered in fake concern, though you couldn’t tell. You clenched your legs together trying to prevent him from moving. “I-I’m fine,” Aegon moved his knee to rub against your core just once, your legs unconsciously tightened around him. “U-uncle,” you stuttered out in a near whimper.
“If there’s something wrong, I can help you…” He moved his knee into your core, and you bit down onto your lip trying to stifle the sound threatening to come out. Aegon, though a good actor could not hide the glint behind his eyes. He leaned into you, pulling your lip out from your teeth with thumb. “I can show you what helps me feel better.”
He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. The taste of sweet mead filling your mouth. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you.
He slipped his tongue down your throat and entangled it with your own. The feeling of need was becoming too much so you moved your hips, finally. A soft moan forced itself out of your throat as you desperately tried to move against, aching for something you didn’t understand. A few tears slipped from your eye wetting his cheek.
Aegon chuckled into your mouth before pulling back, you whined at the loss of both his lips and his knee. The throbbing feeling between your legs became increasingly worse every second he wasn’t there. “It aches, doesn’t it?” Your face flushed red as your eyes bore into him, the true image of innocence laid out beneath him.
His hand traveled from your cheek to the hem of your dress bunched up at the ends of your thighs. Aegon slipped his hand underneath the fabric and hovered over your cunt. You grabbed his hand and stopped his movements, “N-no we can’t.” He cocked an eyebrow, “why not? You hurt and I’m the only one who can fix it.” Your grip on his hand slowly relented, “but i-it’s inappropriate.”
Aegon forced his hand forward so he could cup your cunt. It was completely soaked and so needy for release, how could he stop? “No, it’s not. I’m your uncle and it’s my job to take care of my sweet niece.” You bit your lip in contemplation, the feeling of his palm on your clit made you want to cry. It was too much, the feeling in your core was too much. “Please, Aeg.”
He crushed his lips into yours forcing all the breath out of your lungs. His fingers slid up and down your slit collecting your wetness on his finger. His other hand moved to palm your dress and pinch your nipples beneath your gown. Your moans threatened to echo throughout the keep but he swallowed each one with his lips.
Aegon forced one finger inside your cunt and immediately you clenched around him. Gods, you were so fucking tight he would have to force in the second. Your back arched as he moved his fingers to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling of your core tightening was overwhelming, tears began to stream from your face and your nails dug into his shoulder.
Your hips moved unconsciously into his hand, pleading for release. His thumb moved to rubbed circles around your clit and all thoughts you had were dumbed down. “A-aeg!” You whimpered into his mouth; the coil tightening was overwhelming all of your senses. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out of your dripping cunt were filling the room.
“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” His movements were faster, harsher and more desperate than before. “P-p-please,” you stuttered out in a loud moan as your legs began to clench around his hand. He growled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Cum on my fingers, baby. That’s right, be a good fucking girl for your uncle.” His fingers curled up and pressed deep into the spongy spot inside you. You felt your cunt clench around him, your core tightening harder than before until the coil broke. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body began to shake and the feeling of ecstasy washed over you.
You crashed, your legs twitching as he continued to move circles around your sensitive clit. Aegon pulled his fingers out and your body mourned the loss of him. He wiped his hand on his clothes and bent his head down to place kisses all over your face. “You did so good, princess.” He spoke in between the pecks he placed on your face.
“Aeg… I’m tired.” Your body was limp, and your eyes began to close on their own. “Shh, go to sleep, princess. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, surprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his trousers, and it was leaking out onto your clothes.
So, he had to change you. Aegon didn’t mind, watching you sleep so peacefully and taking care of his little angel was nice. Especially after what you had given him. He stayed the night, watching you sleep peacefully until the sun rose over the horizon and he scurried into his own room.
It became a horrible routine between the two of you. Aegon convinced you only he could make you feel that way, so you had to come to him if you wanted it. He would always visit at night, though most times you simply stayed inside. He touched you in places that were meant to be forbidden and you came undone beneath him… repeatedly.
You enjoyed him for more than that though. Unlike your brothers or other family, he was always there. Always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in his own way.
Aegon was completely addicted, and it was going to kill him eventually. If you weren’t awake when he came, he would just sit and watch you sleep, occasionally taking his place besides you. If you were awake, he craved your attention and your body… and he always got it. You were so kind and loving towards him, completely unaware of how others viewed him. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was a good man.
No one had ever said those words to him before. It’s why the addiction started and why it had no chance of ending soon. When he was upset you kissed him and whispered words of encouragement. You went out of your way to make him feel happy and deserving of the life he had. And it’s why, for a short time, his behavior started to improve drastically.
It shocked essentially everyone around him, especially his mother. For a moment she was almost proud, maybe her speeches finally got to him, and he was taking being a king seriously. That was before Aegon told her he was only behaving this way so he could prove to Rhaenyra, he deserved you. The situation caused a whole different type of stress for Alicent.
Things were looking up anyway. Especially since your mother had officially started letting you out on your own. You were now a teenager and had to learn some type of independence. The dragon pit was your favorite place even though your mount was a lazy bum.
Plus, you got to spend lots of time in the pit with your uncle and you got to watch him train with the other boys. Of course, a few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship.
Aegon, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin your innocence completely. It was hard to explain how exactly he felt. It was like he needed you to breathe or eat or do anything. It was bordering on a very unhealthy obsession combined with genuine fondness.
It was new and it was perfect. He was no longer lost in this world with nothing to live for.
Until the day you abandoned him for Dragonstone. He cried, a pathetic and desperate display to his mother asking for her to keep you here. He pleaded for them to just allow you to be wed, he begged to let you stay as her ward. He made promises he probably couldn’t keep but tried, nonetheless.
All he got was sympathy, it was out of her hands completely. The king and his whore sister made the decision to forbid a marriage. They made the decision to let you be sent away to that desolate, rain filled, and droll island. To make it worse the gods decided to spite him and have him betrothed to his own sister.
He almost immediately got worse the second you boarded the ship. Aegon fell right back into his old habits of whoring, drinking and being a massive cunt. The shift was bound to happen so no one was surprised but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep him under control. Everyone else fell back into their old habits of beating and berating him any chance they got…
Aegon only ever really felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He could feel, touch, hear and smell you again in his dreams. For a few hours every night he was back in your room making stupid jests only you would laugh at. It was like heaven every time he closed his eyes… Then he woke up.
To ease his suffering, he fisted his cock while smelling the clothes you had left behind pretending it was you. If not that he would get drunk and imagine all the ways he could kill your mother and his so, he could steal you away. One day, he would take something from them that they truly loved so they could understand exactly how he felt. For now, he tormented Aemond and did everything in his power to piss his parents off.
Luckily for Aegon and those close to him, Laena Velaryon died in childbirth and his chance to be reunited came sooner than expected. The ride on Sunfyre was one of the best he’s had in ages. It was as if he could sense who they were seeing and was absorbing his rider's excitement. It seems important to mention Sunfyre has a fondness of your she-dragon who he may or may not have tried to breed on several occasions.
The funeral was fucking boring. He didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really care either. Aegon spent most of the time ignoring the speech and scanning the crowd for your little form. He didn’t find you, so he fled into a corner with his wine and brother close on his tail.
Your mother was stalking about staring at Daemon, Helaena was mumbling riddles to herself while playing with a bug, the bastards were comforting the Velaryons, and Aemond was on his left half asleep. Where in the seven hells was his little princess? As the sky began to cover itself in a shade of gray, he spotted you.
For a sliver of a second he was overjoyed, he dropped his wine and stood up straight preparing to walk over. The crowd began to dissipate and on your right was a young Velaryon boy with his arm wrapped around you showing off whatever was in his hands. His eye twitched and his firsts unconsciously bawled up til his knuckles turned white. Aemond peeked over and scoffed, “it’s a waste of time.”
“I’m gonna kill him.” Aemond rolled his eyes and slumped back into the wall. His obsession with the bastard was beyond him but everything his brother does is beyond him. Aegon spent the rest of his funeral staring daggers into the boys next to you. He was making you laugh and touching you far too much for his liking. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Aegon couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside his stomach, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night.
It is rumored by the maesters later that night King Aegon took his first life by feeding an unsuspecting boy to his dragon. Others claim the boy simply drowned in the high tide that night and was washed away to sea. The body was never found so no one truly knows… Aemond, personally and wholeheartedly believed his brother pushed the boy into the water and let him sink. Driftmark no matter how you looked at it was a terrible night for all involved.
The hour of the bat, a time of night you learned to love dearly was now a time of loneliness. Dragonstone was incredibly terrible especially since your uncle was nowhere in those walls. You were severely depressed to say the very least. You knew he was coming today and wanted to seek him out but failed to find him.
It didn’t stop you from sneaking out at night in a very desperate search for him. It took around twenty minutes for you to weasel your way through Driftmark to his supposed chambers. You ran full force into Aemond on the way which made you both fall to the ground. He was going to try and claim that damned dragon you saw him watching her all day and you were going to reunite with your uncle-lover. Both of you would be in the deepest shit known to man if anyone found out.
So, a silent pact was made to tell no one where either was going. You knew it was a real deal because he helped you off the floor and nodded his head in the direction of the room you were trying to find. ‘Good luck,’ you whispered quietly as you both scurried off in opposite directions.
Much to your dismay he was passed out drunk. You had to literally shake him awake. “Aeg… Aegon!” You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders. He moaned, groaned, tried to push you away but you were determined. “Wake up! We don’t have all night.” You swore you saw his ears perk up like a dog. His eyes opened and he shot up in bed nearly knocking you off.
“You!” He grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “Yes, it’s me! Where the hell have you been all day?” Aegon looked offended and almost betrayed, “where have I been? Watching you swoon over some Velaryon cunt.” You scoffed, “watching me? I looked for you all day! I had to give up and talk to a cousin I barely knew.”
His eyebrows furrowed together, “if you barely knew him then why was he all over you?” You grabbed his face, “if you paid any attention, I was trying to escape him the entire time.” Hm, he could have been blinded by jealousy and didn’t notice you politely backing away and avoiding the kid’s eyes completely. He thought you were acting shy and coy, but this made sense.
“You still love me?” He did this more often while drunk. If he ever felt insecure his blue eyes would turn pale and start to water. His lips puffed out slightly and he bore into your soul begging for consolation. You knew the quickest way to make his fears go away.
You pressed a kiss on his lips, trying to drink away all of his fears. Aegon pulled your face as close as possible, sucking all the air from your lungs. Your lips danced around each other passionately trying to make up for the time apart.
“I still love you, Aeggy.” You murmured into his lips; a faint grin formed on his mouth. With his eyes half lidded he whispered, “prove it to everyone then.” You chuckled softly; a soft look of confusion plastered on your features. “How do we do that?” His hands slipped down to your waist, then to your thighs rubbing them slightly. “Give me all of you before they take you away.”
There was a deafening pause in both of your movements. The amount of trouble you would both get into would be life altering. Losing your maidenhood to someone who you weren’t wed to was a sin, a crime even. “So, you don’t really love me. You don’t even trust me enough with yourself.”
It felt like a sword was plunged through your heart. Of course, you loved him. Of course, you wanted to give him everything. “T-that’s not-” he released his hold on your thighs and ripped his face away from yours. “Get out.” You grabbed his hands and tried to pull them back to you, “Aegon please this isn’t-” His eyes turned dark, his hands were ripped out of your grasp. “Don’t lie to me. You used me and now you’re discarding me just like everyone else.”
Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. You never ever used him; you loved him with all your heart. There was never another person who made you feel the same way he did. “Please, I love you,” your lips trembled while you spoke. “I don’t love you.”
You shook your head no, no, no, no, no, your entire world came crashing down at once. The sword in your heart ripped it in half. Your breath quickened and your arms began to shake. The tears that threatened to fall came pouring out of your eyes. “Please- pleas- I love you- please- you can have it- anything you want please don’t leave me.” Your cries were near incoherent.
He was evil, this was the absolute proof of it. Aegon knew he was lying to have you; he knew exactly what hold he had over you and did it anyway. You just couldn’t understand, if he took your maidenhead, you could be together forever. He wasn’t just doing this for himself, it was for both of your sakes. It was blisteringly obvious he would never stop loving you.
“Shh, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his chest and combed his slender fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be together forever, okay? I'm never leaving you.” He lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. Even when you cried you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Let me show you how much I love you.” You nodded your head desperately.
It took minutes before you were laid out flat on the bed. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside your core. It was new and the pleasure was radiating throughout your body faster than before. Aegon swirled his tongue in circle around your clit as he brutally fucked you with his fingers.
Your hips bucked up to meet his face and he growled a response. The vibrations sent waves of heat through your veins. Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm began to wash over you, far quicker than ever before. You cried out at the feeling of the coil coming undone in your stomach. You could feel his lips form into a smile, he placed kisses onto your sensitive clit causing you to whimper. It wasn’t over, he had just started.
Aegon pulled away and you whined at the loss of his heat on top of you. Then you heard the sound of his trousers being pulled off, you looked away out of politeness. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s all yours.” You pulled your head off of the pillow and your eyes widened. Aegon was thick, incredibly thick and you couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside you.
His tip was a bruising pink, and you could see his seed already beginning to leak out. It looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. He climbed on top of you without a moment's notice and rubbed himself against your dripping slit. “Aegon,” you whined as he teased your entrance.
Aegon leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He prodded your entrance, “just be a good girl for me. It will only hurt for a second, I promise.” You tried to open your mouth to reply but an incredibly loud scream escaped your lips as he slowly began forcing himself inside. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath.
The sensation of being filled to the brim made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Aegon moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you. You moaned incoherently as his tip pushed into that spot inside of you. What started out as pain was quickly turning into pleasure.
You wanted him deeper inside you, you needed him to fill you completely. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him into you. He moaned as your cunt swallowed his length entirely. “So needy for my cock, princess.” You whimpered breathlessly underneath him, “please Aegon.” He moved his hand to cup your face, so you were staring at him. Your eyes were blown out in desire and your face was flushed a deep shade of red.
It was as if Aphrodite was underneath him begging for him to fuck her. “That’s a good girl begging for me.” His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Yes! uncle, please. Please!” You stuttered between moans and whimpers.
His lips crashed into yours stifling your moans as he forced himself deeper inside you at a bruising pace. His cock pounded against your cervix and not even his lips could fully swallow your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me.” Aegon’s praise made you whimper for more.
His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. “My good girl,” he moaned into your ear, putting emphasis on ‘my’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him. The friction of his skin rubbing against your clit caused you to start coming undone.
“Aeg- aegon- please cum for me.” He never expected those words to pour from your mouth like a carefully constructed melody. Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began to whine as you clenched around him. As your core began to tighten you moaned a symphony, “I love you, I love you, I love you-”
Aegon picked up his pace, brutally fucking you with every ounce of energy he had. You felt the heat in your core turn into a fire as ecstasy started to wash over you. Your cunt clenching hard trying to drain every ounce of him.
The door slammed open “My Prince! It’s urgent-” Both of your heads shot to the entrance, staring at the mortified king’s guard whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.
Silence, the walk to the grand hall of Driftmark was completely silent. The guard behind you refusing to make eye contact with either of you. You could barely walk straight; your body was sore, and wetness was dripping down your legs.
All you could do right now was pray to the gods he didn’t snitch. Your hair was a mess, sweat was glistening on your faces, your night clothes were a mess, Aegon probably had your juices still on him, your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your lips were bruised… you were done for.
Although, as you entered the hall you noticed everyone else looked far worse than you. You noticed your brother’s bloody faces first and rushed over to them. Aegon immediately wanted to die the second you left his side. He wasn’t concerned at all; this was meant to be found out about.
Except, why now of all fucking nights. His brother had been maimed by your bastard brothers and his mother was in a frenzy. All he could do was stare at him in shock, the feeling of guilt washing over him. Aegon should have been there for Aemond, he should have saved him.
He glanced at you and your brothers were looking at you in disgust. Even when you reached out to comfort them, they pushed you away. Bastards, vile disgusting bastards.
It only got worse from there. Your mother came rushing in, obviously after fucking her uncle. He wanted to laugh, like mother like daughter. His mother was frantic demanding for justice, Rhaenyra screeching bullshit and you tucking yourself behind everyone.
Then the question was asked. “Aegon! Where were you?!” He didn’t even get a chance to reply before the king’s guard swooped in to make matters worse. “He was in his room, your grace… with the princess.” His head nodded towards you, and you looked absolutely mortified.
He should have waited to take it, he should have never made you do anything. Everyone in the room stared at you, just you. It took mere seconds for Rhaenyra to see exactly what had happened, only fueling her fury. Alicent, on the other hand, looked even more upset. The slap she so harshly laid across his face echoed throughout the room, completely silencing it.
There would be no justice since he had chosen the perfect day to defile the king’s favorite grandchild and his sister’s favorite child. You should hate him; you should want him dead. “Who told you these lies boy?” His father’s voice was filled with venom. “Aegon.” His father’s eyes turned dark as he tried to limp his way over to him.
“That’s not true! I told him… both of them.” A soft, quiet voice from the other side of the room caught everyone’s attention. You were defending him against the wrath of your family when he had just quite possibly ruined your reputation. If his obsession was bad, then it definitely got a thousand times worse at that moment.
Everything that happened after that was a complete blur. Insults were thrown, threats were laid out, his mother pulled a knife on his sister, and you fled the scene with your head down. It was like a fucking fever dream that didn’t seem to end.
It got worse the next day. The verbal assault he received from his mother was one for the history books. As was the slap that turned into a giant bruise on his cheek. Aegon was absolutely banished from ever talking, touching, or breathing near you. Any attempt at reaching out would immediately be cut down. His father said nothing of it, probably realizing his mistake in not wedding you sooner. Even Aemond, who should have despised him, forgave him.
It didn’t matter what they thought, he loved you, he wanted you, he needed you, and he was going to fucking have you. Aegon realized several things that night. You needed to be saved from your family as quickly as possible. The bastards and his whore sister needed to die sooner than late. Lastly, he was going to become king no matter what he did.
You were forbidden from ever speaking to Aegon again. It was awkward to say the least when you had to tell your mother everything. She should have been mad, hit you, yelled at you but she only hugged you when you cried. Your mother knew you didn’t tell anyone you were bastards. She knew you wouldn’t lose your maidenhead unless you truly believe they loved you. However, it was a secret that you could never ever tell anyone else.
You can never repeat what you said that night, but it was okay, you only wanted to protect who you loved. She explained how Aegon was taking advantage of you and men lie to get what they want. They prey on innocent girls, pretend to love them to get what they want, then discard them. Your mother repeatedly told you it wasn't your fault for your kind heart. She stated it was her own failure for not protecting you from it.
You didn’t truly believe it was all lies, at least, not all of it. It didn’t really matter now, he was gone forever, and you were alone on Driftmark.
Until you and your family would have to return to King’s Landing, five years later.
#aegon targaryen#dark aegon targaryen#yandere aegon targaryen#aegon the elder#aegon x reader#aegon x you#aegon angst#aegon fluff#aegon smut#aegon fic#aegon ii#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii x reader#aegon ii x you#aegon ii smut#aegon ii fluff#aegon ii fic#hotd fic#aegon ii angst
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Love Is A Downfall
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3? | Epilogue
Summary:
One girl, two dragons.
Bound to one, attached to an another.
Love is the most powerful form of magic.
Love is the fuel that leads to destruction.
Fear leads of anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.
Pairing 💕 : Aemond Targaryen x !Redwyne reader x Aegon II Targaryen
Warnings / contains in this part: smut, fluff, 3some, some violence and gore, slight angst, green biased pov.
Word count: 5k
Ps: Would love to see your comments 💗
Taglist: @marvelescvpe @aemondx @theroyaldixon @heavenly1927
Other friends: @purple-writer8 @boundlessfantasy @qyburnsghost @lovelykhaleesiii @snh96 @amiraisgoingthruit @arcielee @chompchompluke @godrakin ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶
“Tell me what you see, Aemond,” she gasped for air as another deep and hard thrust drove her closer to the brink of ecstasy, “I want to hear it.”
Aemond chuckled, squeezing her backside possessively before whispering in her ears, “I see your body, flushed and glistening with sweat," he began, his hot breath teasing her, “Your back arched, offering yourself to me.”
He left a delicious mark on the fragile skin of her neck, “I see the curve of your hips, the smoothness of your skin. Your beautiful bottom bouncing on my cock as I slam into you, claiming you as mine, again and again.”
Aemond grasped a strand of her silky hair gently as she whimpered tantalizingly, “I love you.”
Just he was about to lean down and kiss her, his brother’s voice, filled with amusement, echoed the room, “How adorable. She’s never told me that even I am her husband to be.”
Aemond growled in frustration at the interruption while the little figure under him giggled, “Shut up, Aeg. You know I love you both, just in different ways.”
Aemond turned her head roughly for a feverish kiss, “I love you,” he smirked at Aegon and bit her earlobe and teased, “My Queen.”
Aegon tensed as he closed the distance between them and tilted her bouncing chin caused by his brother’s forceful pounding, “You say you love me? My lustful betrothed?”
Aegon explored her mouth with his tongue meticulously.
He loved her too, but not the way Aemond did.
“Then take me in your mouth,” Aegon commanded, petting her hair tenderly.
Aemond glared at him ferociously at the provocative grin. He had no choice but to tolerate this.
She was too kind, too caring, too selfless, too innocent, well not exactly, to refuse either of them.
Aemond often cursed the gods for gifting Aegon such a soul.
Her mother, Erya Redwyne, childhood friend of Queen Alicent, brought her into the world the same day Aegon was born at the cost of her own life.
As the joyous cries of the two infants echoed through the Red Keep like a hopeful symphony, their fate was sealed.
Queen Alicent often jested about how Aegon used to steal her favorite toys in the nursery, causing the angelic young girl to cry.
Yet over the years, of all the responsibilities Aegon failed in, she remained the only exception.
Aemond could remember one instant after Aegon’s cruel taunts on his bastard nephews and him, his demeanor immediately changed as he welcomed her on piggyback.
Seven Years Ago
“You are so cruel! Let me down, Aegon!!” She protested yet her giggles pleaded otherwise.
“Why? I think I enjoy tormenting a young lady like you than my stoic brother,” Aegon grinned, his hands steadily on her calves while swirling her wildly.
Jace and Luke laughed while Aemond watched, a bizarre sensation burning in his stomach.
She seemed to have sensed his gaze and jumped off of Aegon without warning.
Aemond’s eyes widened as she, a head taller than him at the time, enclosed him in a tight embrace, “Your brother had been cruel to you again, hasn’t he? My sweet Aemond?” She leaned down and squeezed his cheeks, leaving the older brother whine in annoyance, “You could’ve fallen on the sharp stones and leave an ugly scar on your legs,” Aegon narrowed his eyes at the sight of his girl comforting his brother, “And your future lord husband will close his eyes while he beds you.”
She looked at Aegon unbelievably with hurt, anger and embarrassment.
“Let’s go,” she took the young prince’s small hands and left the training yard.
Aemond slightly raised his head and caught glimpse of diamond like drops forming in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.
And he knew why. The last time she cried, Aegon had called her an insolent ladybug.
Aemond, although young and small, spoke courteously, hoping to ease her sadness, “My lady, you are beautiful. Your grace far surpasses the mere allure of your physical beauty. You have a kind, and compassionate heart,” he swallowed, trying to look her in the eyes but failed as he returned his gaze on the ground, “I am thankful to have you in my life. Your future lord husband, no matter who he might be,” Aemond’s voice caught in his throat, he knew who she would eventually belong to, “Would be lucky to have you.”
But what he truly meant was, “I wish to have you as Aegon does.”
Surely, Aemond didn’t know what his wish signified. Until Driftmark. Or better. Until he found them pleasuring each other in his brother’s chamber.
But that was another story.
Aemond groaned as his felt his release approached. He bent down, squeezing her breasts, and whispered, “You ok, love? I am going to spill into you.”
Her nods were barely recognizable as Aegon buried her head mercilessly towards his hardened cock.
Aemond wanted to murder him.
If not for his gesture of tenderness.
Aegon slowed his pace and stroke her hair softly, looking at her for assurance.
She blinked at Aegon with mischief.
Of course, that, Aemond didn’t see.
After a deliciously short moment filled with moans, growls and screams of pleasure, they collapsed on the bed.
Aemond didn’t wait for an instant to envelop her in his arms before Aegon had the chance.
He pressed a kiss on her crown, murmuring sweet nothings to her ears, and caressed the deep and permanent scar on her left thigh over and over again.
Six Years Ago
“You really think that I should?” Aemond asked hesitantly.
“Of course you should!” She furrowed her brows, “A dragon is not property, not a heirloom to be passed on!”
Aemond lowered his head and smiled. Nothing could have made him stronger than to have her by his side.
Though, as the sea wind washed over their faces, she squeezed his hand anxiously, “But, I am scared if… if anything happens. You know, the dragons are-”
“Unpredictable,” Aemond nodded, “Even Targaryens may not be exceptions from their wrath.”
He reached out his hand and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ears, exposing her delicate features in all its beauty.
He had grown taller.
Almost as tall as her.
He noticed, secretly smirking in his mind.
“I’ll be there with you,” she declared.
Sensing his widened eyes and worries, she sealed his unspoken words with her finger, “And don’t you tell me what you to do! Little Aemond!”
Aemond breathed in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.
One day, he will be her equal.
He will be the fiercest warrior, a Targaryen that people sing ballads about for centuries, the best dragon rider of his generation, if not of any generation.
He will become her protector.
“Stay here!” He ordered under the dimly moonlight lit beach. It was the first time he spoke to her with such authority.
It felt good, Aemond admitted it, not the control he exercised on her, but the fact that he knew that he was protecting her from harm.
“Aem,” she reached out his arm desperately before letting go, “Be careful. I’ll come to you if anything happens.”
Aemond stood stunned momentarily. He cupped her cheeks and promised full of conviction, “I will come back just fine. More than fine. I will become the rider of the largest dragon in the world. You will be the first one I rider her with. We’ll fly across the Narrow Sea, visit Pentos, Bravoos, Lys. We will be the rulers of the sky.”
She smiled faintly and leaned into his touch, “I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”
She watched his distancing figure with a mixture of pride and anxiety.
Aemond desired more than what he was handed to him.
He will never be satisfied.
He would not himself without his thirst for the world.
She loved him, though she didn’t fully understand what that word meant. It was different from what she felt for Aegon.
But she was sure of it, no matter what, she would follow him.
For what seemed like an eternity for her,
Aemond’s cries of raw excitement, exhilaration, and rush of adrenaline flowing his veins mixed with her cheers of pure pride and joy.
The green beast left out an equally ferocious roar, as if she shared his rider’s overwhelming emotions.
As the two rushed back into the castle, sand and joy written over their faces, they were fretted with five accusing figures, demanding for justice, she had anticipated. But she was wrong. They demanded for blood.
“It’s them!” The younger sister pointed at Aemond.
“It’s me,” Aemond held her hands confidently. He was no longer the dragonless spare, the little boy who needed her protection.
“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon,” Rhaena protested.
Before the girl beside him could retort, Aemond spat back, “Your mother’s dead and Vhagar has a new rider now.”
“She was mine to claim,” the younger sister clenched her fists.
Perhaps it was the allure of his newly claimed power, or it was truly his true nature emerging, Aemond tilted his head provocatively, “Then you should’ve claimed her. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.”
Her tangled hands stretched his arms, her eyes stared at him with disbelief, “Aem, don’t say that,” she whispered urgently.
Aemond clenched his jaw as he recognized the look on her face. It was the same one when his brother made that cruel jest.
They stared at each other for a short moment, forgetting the rival tension rising in the air.
The confused peace was brutally shattered as Rhaena’s punch landed on Aemond’s nose.
Caught off guard fleetingly, Aemond’s fury unleashed itself as another punch from Baela Targaryen on her.
With a burst of strength, he pushed the two sisters on the cold ground and tugged her into his arms, “Come at her again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!”
The next blow came from Jace, jumping on him with a rain of strikes, followed by Luke and the two sisters.
Yet she didn’t hold back. Aemond had never witnessed this side of her. Being slightly older than the Targaryen-Velaryon sisters, she held a slight advantage as she grabbed Baela’s hair violently and threw her on the floor.
Rhaena soon came to help of her sister, the three of them engaged in a savage dance of violence.
There was a fire in her that was unleashed, untamed and primal.
“You cowards!” She seethed while pinning Rhaena on the ground, “A dragon is not a slave. The dragon chooses its rider and she chose Aemond! Get your empty heads over it.”
Aemond, fueled by her words, twisted Jace’s fist directed at him toward towards his own chest with a taunting smirk, making him cry out in pain before kicking him on the ground.
With a swift move, he seized Luke’s neck and a rock in his hand.
“You will die screaming just like your father did,” Aemond sneered, “Bastards.”
“My father is still alive!” The small boy gasped for air.
“He doesn’t know, does he? Lord Strong?”Aemond chuckled, glaring at Jace, then at her, like a lion conquering a new terrain, declaring its victory and superiority, not only to instill fear into its opposing beasts, but also to impress the lioness.
As Aemond embraced the rush of victory and lowered down the rock, a shining dagger rose of Jace’s hand went unnoticed.
“Aem- Watch out!” She shrieked, capturing Jace’s hand with all her strength.
Everything blurred in Aemond’s eyes as his nephew growled and cut deep her thighs, a stream of blood bursting out of her flesh.
He rushed to her side and tried to cover the blood loss, but it was no use. The wound was too deep and in a critical place. She looked up at him in confusion and fear, her teeth trembled at the shade of deep red.
“You will pay for this!” He gritted his teeth, reseizing the rock before shoved Jace viciously on the floor.
Baela and Rhaena, shocked by the unseen rage of their cousin, stepped back.
“Aemond, we’ve won! Step down now!” She cried, her face mingling with tears of fear and blood from her open wound.
His gaze softened, hand lowering down the weapon.
He wished to carry her into his arms to the maesters.
How fate had an ironic twist.
Everything went scarlet and black as the ravaging pain cut through his left eye.
Aemond curled into a ball on the floor. His shrieks of pain mingling with her screams of horror tormented him like a giant bell ringing ringing in his head.
She jumped on his nephew, “You little rat! I will kill you!”
He heard Luke’s screams of help, Jace’s and her growls as they wrestled on the ground, trashing and pummeling each other.
Seconds slipped away, Aemond could do nothing but grapple in agony.
His lost eye continued to flow streams of blood while the other was forced to watch Jacaerys’ training in swordsmanship overpowering her advantage in height, her being chocked helplessly on the cold ground.
Their gaze locked.
She looked at him with despair.
Sorry. Her eyes told him. I am sorry that I couldn’t protect you.
In that l moment, a solemn vow crystallized within him - he pledged to do whatever it took to shield them both from ever enduring such depths of despair again. He would seize the future in his hands, defying even the gods if need be, to bestow upon her nothing but hope and joy.
The next thing he remembered was Ser Harrold Westerling dragging Jace from delivering another slap on her face.
Her thigh continued to ooze a ghastly flow of unstemmed blood.
She lost her conscience as the knight pulled Aemond from the ground.
With every fiber of his being aflame, he unleashed a torrent of hysterical screams, as though his desperate calls possessed the power to wrench her from the clutches of the Stranger, to defy the realms of the departed, and reunite her with the realm of the living, with him.
Both of them were brought to the maesters. Aemond’s teeth sank into each other, his fingers digging into his flesh at the piercing pain as the maester retreated his broken eye and wove his scar.
And she was there, lying peacefully as if she had fallen into a slumber, unaware of the healer’s hands on her flesh.
“It would heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent’s trembled as she asked.
Reminded by his mother, Aegon demanded with equal urgency at the maester treating the flesh of her thighs, “It will heal. Right?”
“The lady has lost considerable amount of blood, my prince.
The older prince felt hot tears swollen with hot tears.
He gently caressed her cheeks.
She was his responsibility and he failed her.
“The flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, Your Grace.”
“The flesh will heal, but the scar is permanent, my prince.”
Aemond watched his mother striking his brother on the face, “Where were you?”
“This,” Alicent spat furiously, “Is nothing compared to the abuse your brother and betrothed suffered when you were drowning in your cups, you fool!”
Aegon bit his lips, turning his head from his mother as he forced his tears back.
Alicent was right. He had indulged himself again, yet it was because his betrothed distanced herself from him ever since that jest in the training yard. He was such a coward, Aegon cursed himself, why couldn’t he just apologize?
If he had excused himself, he wouldn’t have been drown in cups, he would’ve been by her side, she wouldn’t have laid unconscious, Aemond wouldn’t have lost his eye.
The rest of that fateful night concluded in accusations and turmoils.
The agony of the sight of her fragile form and his wound prevented from memorizing everything about that fateful night of accusations and turmoils, but there was one thing etched into his memories.
“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves,” Rhaenyra pushed her children behind her, “Vile insults were levied against them. The legitimacy of my sons’ birth has been put into question. This is the highest of treason, Your Grace. Prince Aemond and Lady Redwyne must be sharped questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.”
“Over an insult?” Alicent shook her head in disbelief, “My son has lost and eye!” She pointed her finger at the girl in slumber, “And she! She is Erya’s daughter!” Alicent exclaimed, “You would torture Erya’s daughter?!”
Silence was the princess’ answer. It was obvious that the queen’s attempt at recalling the memory of their deceased best friend was at no avail.
“You won’t touch her!” Aegon stood before her, his violet eyes blazing with an unprecedented fire.
“No one is to be tortured, boy,” the old king glanced at his eldest son and approached Aemond, “You tell me. Where did you hear such slanders?”
Aemond faced the broken old man he had been forced to call father and king head on. He looked at Alicent, then at Rhaenyra, Daemon,
Aegon, then, at her.
“It was Aegon,” he said.
“Me?”
“And you! Boy! Where did you hear such slanders?”
Aegon took a deep breath, averting his gaze on the floor, seeking to appear as clueless as possible, “Everybody knows, father. Just… Look at them.”
As the room fell into a haunting silence, Aemond and Aegon exchanged a look.
They hadn’t wanted to be a part of this fight, but their half-sister had forced their hand.
She had just threatened their everything, her.
Now, they would play ruthlessly together.
Present day
“Aem,” she purred, nestling in his chest.
Chuckling, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her with utmost adoration. She slowly rolled herself on top of him, her soft breast lied flat on his stomach and her ears pressed against his racing heart.
“Can I hold you?”
After gods know much time, Aegon asked with a hint of longing and jealousy.
She twinkled, sneaking a peck on Aemond’s cheek before accepting Aegon’s invitation.
Even tugged in Aegon’s embrace, she gazed back at Aemond with uncertainty.
With a mild smile and nod, she giggled and wrapped her arms around her betrothed with any reservation.
Did Aemond mind sharing her with his brother, the soon king to be?
The fuck yes.
Yet the One-Eyed Prince would do anything for the future queen of Seven Kingdoms.
The story how Rhaenyra gave up her claim on the Iron Throne was one both brothers, especially Aegon, was proud of.
It didn’t take much other than hiring a few pirates across the Narrow Sea to kidnap the Realm’s Delight and the Rogue Prince’s first born son to force her hand.
And…
A few more drops of herbs in the milk of poppy their father consumed daily, and an edict composed of, or deadly similar to, King Viserys’ handwriting.
Aemond kept watching the sight before him. Her fingers trailed on his brother’s chest. She leaned in to murmur something audible only to Aegon, who smirked and captured her lips into a passionate kiss before hovering her pliant body under him.
He diverted his gaze.
Seven Moons Ago
The first time he had seen them in such intimacy was on his seventeenth name day. The prince refused to display it, but butterflies burnt in his stomach as he replayed the anticipating whispers of her promises of an unforgettable gift. Curiosity reigned his mind as he strolled the Red Keep to the library, a sanctuary he would most likely to find her in.
Yet the spectacle before him made his world crumble down.
She looked like an exquisite doll at his brother’s mercy, his one hand exploring her forbidden forest while the other massaging her soft breast.
“Aeg, please,” she whimpered, grinding her core to the magic of his hand.
“Please what, my little betrothed,” Aegon whispered seductively while trailing a series of kisses down her neck, “For me not to stop? Squeeze your breasts harder? Or spank you over my knees for being such a lustful maiden? You’ll have to be specific.”
“All. Everything, please,” she arched her back, offering herself to him, exposing her neck while letting head fall backwards.
And that’s how she caught glimpse of Aemond.
“Aemond!”
She screamed. Her face flushed. Guilt and apology all over her features.
“It… it isn’t what it looks like.”
Aegon chortled at his brother’s murdering look, “Calm down, Aemond. It’s my duty to satisfy my betrothed’s unfulfilled desires in-“ he taunted, “Ways that violate the codes of propriety the least.”
Aemond breathed, his nostrils observably widened with fury, “Indeed, I will leave you to it,” he returned his gaze to her, his tone grave and devoid of emotions, “Enjoy yourself, my lady.”
Storming off from the library, Aemond felt disgusting liquids forming in his good eye while an excruciating ache formed in his sapphire eye where his lost eye used to be.
Urgent footsteps and her calling echoing behind him only urged him to stroll faster.
“Aemond! Please, let me explain!” She pressed her hand on his closing door desperately.
He didn’t respond. She was Aegon’s betrothed, destined to be his the moment she stepped into the world . He had only been a foolish, jealous and pathetic little boy hoping one day she could love him. However, despite every fiber of his being telling him that she had nothing to apologize for, he couldn’t help but to feel betrayed.
It was his name day, yet it felt like the most precious thing in his life had been ripped away from his heart.
“I am sorry,” her lips trembled.
“Why?” He tilted her chin, making her look him straight in the eye. He longed for her answer. He thirsted for the truth. Behind his commanding voice, Aemond Targaryen’s heart begged her to give him the very answer he craved, even if it knew it was wrong.
“I…” she opened her mouth, trying to find the right words.
“Tell me,” he stepped closer, “Is it because you know that my heart races every time I find you in proximity? That I have to force myself to divert my gaze every time Aegon has you in his arms? That every second of my life had been an excruciating torment, always desiring things and people that I can never have?”
Her eyes opened wide with shock and dilemma. She reached her hand to touch his cheek, “Some of it, perhaps,” she answered, her voice barely than s whisper, “But above all, because, because…”
He was convinced she bit her tongue out of nervousness.
“Because what?” Aemond demanded, his grip on her shoulders almost inciting pain.
“Because I love you.”
“What?” His voice almost a growl.
“I love you. I. Love. You,” she declared, tears swelling in her eyes, “I’ve always loved you.”
“And do you love him?” He shut the door abruptly, saving them both from the prying eyes, before cornering her on the wall like an wolf ready to devour a sheep.
Biting her lips, she spoke again, “I do.”
She grabbed his hand as if she was scared that he would walk away, “But you don’t understand, Aemond. He… he’s been with me since I was born. We cried together, mumbled our first words to each other. Aegon,” she hardened her resolve, “He is a part of me.”
To her surprise, Aemond pressed his forehead on hers, their lips only inches apart, “Do you love him like you love me? As much as you love me?”
A profound silence enveloped them.
“No.”
It was all it took for Aemond to crash on her lips.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies like like two starving migrants caught sight of honey on another.
As they gasped for breath, she slowly slipped her gown off and pressed her flesh against him, “I had a present for you, my prince. But I think you would prefer this gift.”
The prince’s movement froze at her offer.
It was too unreal. Too wrong yet too tempting.
“Has he?”
She understood the question and shook her head.
“Are you sure? Once we go down this path, there is no going back,” Aemond held the back of her neck tenderly, his one eye searching for any sign of hesitation.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life than right now, with you.”
“I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”
The bittersweet flashback at Driftmark, when he was still whole, was all he needed for assurance.
She wrapped her arms around Aemond’s lean yet muscular shoulders as he carried her to the bed.
“I want to see you, all of you.”
With Aemond’s hands quivered, she took the initiative and slowly removed the barrier between them.
“I love you,” she murmured as she kissed the scar that lined the prince’s sapphire eye.
Aemond smirked as he traced his kisses in an agonizing pace to the centre of her core, “Let me show you how much I love you, my queen.”
She moaned at the title that she was soon to bear, a shameful yet arousing reminder of the betrayal against her betrothed, the man with whom she came to this world together.
Aemond took time particularly at the scar on her left thigh, savouring every imperfection with his tongue.
“Aem! Watch out!”
The image of Jacaerys’ blade cutting sliced through her perfect skin still gnawed his spirit.
“I should’ve killed him for what he did to you,” Aemond kissed her flesh possessively.
A light chuckle came from her mouth, “And now, you can. Aemond Targaryen,” she stretched out her fingers and teased the prince’s rarely messy hair, “But he is not worth our time.”
Her words were cut off by a loud moan as Aemond inserted a finger inside her while pressing his thumb on her pearl.
“Is that how he touched you?” He groaned, “Does he make you feel like this?” Aemond grinned before using one hand to to make her straddle him, the other squeezing her round bottom, eliciting another moan from her lips.
“Not like you do, Aem,” she kissed him hungrily, eagerly grinding and teasing his hardened length, “Take me now. I am ready. Just,” she swallowed, “Be gentle.“
“Hmm,” he kissed along her collarbones, “I’ve never been good at gentle, but I’ll do my best for you. Always,” he pressed another kiss on her cheek, “I’ll do anything for you.”
With that, Aemond gently lifted her hips, allowing her to adjust to his length at her own rhythm.
Taking him fully, he sensed her body wince at the discomfort, her nails plunging into the flesh of his shoulders, her head buried behind his back.
“We can stop, love,” the prince wiped away a tear from her cheek caused by the pain.
“No,” she smiled, the trace of liquid still apparent on her skin, “I want you, I am sure of it.”
The two of them moved delicately, melting the unspoken and forbidden tension built between them like snow under the sun.
The initial winces of pain transformed quickly into soft whimpers of pleasure and light giggles.
“Do I bring you pleasure, love?” His voice laced with tenderness, “For your pleasure is my utmost desire.”
She laughed softly and met his stroke eagerly, “What do you think, my sweet Aemond?”
She then started leaving kisses on the top of his head, his hair, messing his silver lock with an insatiable appetite.
“My Queen,” he groaned, “I’m close.”
With a smirk, she took control and pinned his hands above his head, “Me too, my sweet prince.”
Although Aemond One-Eye rejoiced his Queen’s vigor, the blood of the dragon runs hotter than the blood of Redwyne.
He flipped over roughly on her back and replunged himself inside her.
“Gods, Aem,” she whined, “Fuck me like the dragon you are.”
Aemond’s breath hitched, his laughter filled the room, “I will fuck you until you forget your own name, my precious,” he whispered in her ears before slamming his hips into hers with all his might.
As the sinful slapping and screams of pleasure transformed the room into a sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world, the two collapsed on one another.
“Moon tea, then?” She asked softly.
“Moon tea,” he nodded, “for now.”
They stayed entangled in each other for quite a while. Thoughts swarmed through his mind like a hive of bees.
He took her maidenhead.
He, Aemond Targaryen, took her maidenhead.
She, Aegon’s promised, loved him.
She loved them both.
How could this story conclude happily?
Aemond forced out the few dark possibilities that crossed over his mind.
At least, he couldn’t possibly do that to her.
She seemed to have sensed his worries and kissed his forehead, “I’ll find a way, I promise.”
That’s how the three ended up here.
A week after their first passionate encounter, they found themselves giving into their desires again in the secrecy of Aemond’s chamber.
This time, Aegon burst in with a smug face.
“Mind if I join you?”
Aemond’s throat burnt with rage and embarrassment, “Get out.”
The older brother shrugged and did the opposite, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ears, “We tell each other everything, Aemond. I’ve known that she loved you for quite a while now.”
Do you know that she loves me more?
He wanted to throw that question onto his brother’s face, but he didn’t, for her sake.
Seeing Aemond’s clenching fists, Aegon moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, “I would do anything for her. I wouldn’t let her lose anything or anyone she loves, wouldn’t you, brother?”
She slowly reached Aemond’s hand hesitantly, “Are you mad at me, Aem?”
“No,” he cupped her cheeks, “Never at you, love.
Two sides fought brutally in the battlefield of Aemond Targaryen’s head.
One side lured him to rip off his brother’s head off.
The other side urged him to accept offer.
He chose the second option.
Present day
The inky night enveloped the sky at the hour of the Wolf.
The two brothers turned over and found the space between them empty.
She stood in solitude under the moon, her hair cascading down, her body enrobed by nothing but an almost transparent night gown.
A goddess.
They both thought.
“What are your thinking about, love?” Aegon left a feather light kiss on her neck.
She smiled and turned around to face them, “It’s a fortnight until the wedding and coronation.”
Aemond’s figure tensed.
“So many things are about to change. So many new responsibilities,” she sighed, drifting her gaze to the centre of King’s Landing, where undercurrents surges even in the darkest of nights.
“This,” she lowered her head, “Can’t continue. At least, not like this.”
Aemond’s heartbeat raced at her declaration.
She couldn’t abandon him.
She couldn’t.
Her chuckle slightly released his tension as she leaned into his chest.
“What she means is that we can’t lay together anymore,” Aegon clarified, a hint of amusement in his voice, “Relax yourself, brother. She’d never let you go.”
Aemond smiled faintly as he carried her back to bed. They were right. Although the moon tea had served as a temporary solution for their indiscretion, its effectiveness had been limited. Once a child was conceived under the scandalous circumstances, it would be impossible to know who the father was.
She grinned softly before drifting to sleep, “You are both going to be fathers. So get rid of your childishness, especially you, Aeg.”
As two of them fell into a delicious slumber, Aemond stared at the ceiling alone, contemplating the possibilities of the future.
It seemed like everything was falling into place.
Rhaenyra’s claim destroyed.
Aegon finally starting to take interests in his responsibilities.
Her declaring that she loved him, even more than his brother.
Them finding a way for their love to co-exist.
Despite all the signs of peace, Aemond couldn’t help but to have a lingering impression that it was the calm before the storm.
Author’s note: Team Aem or team aeg? Lemme know your thoughts.😚
Whispering, hinting: enjoy part 1 while you can ;) 🥺
#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#hotd#aegon targaryen fanfic#aegon targaryen#aemond the kinslayer#aemond stannies#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond x reader#aemond fluff#aegon fluff#aemond smut#hotd aemond#aegon x reader#aegon targaryen x female reader#aegon x oc#alicent hightower#house of the dragon aemond#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#viserys targaryen#aemond fanfiction#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond imagine#aemond targaryen smut#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon smut#aegon targaryen imagine#aegon ii targaryen#aegon targaryen smut
481 notes
·
View notes
Note
modern aegon would be that friend that's so touchy, he just loves to cuddle and to always have a hand on his friends leg or arm or anywhere, he loves when his friend sleepover and he gets to cuddle them all night
I love you for requesting this 😩💕
✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
Modern!Aegon who loves to hold your hand. Whether you two are out in public walking, eating dinner together, or just sitting around in the living room, he just always wants to hold your hand. It’s incredibly beneficial to you during the winter time, especially. During the cold months, holding Aegon’s hand warms yours up perfectly.
Modern!Aegon who begs you to come over to his place and spend the night. He doesn’t care if you’ve got work in the morning or another commitment, he’ll blow up your phone until you relent. On the rare occasions you don’t give in to his demands, he’ll be at your place in record breaking time. Regardless of location, Aegon loves lazy days with you. He’ll spoon you in bed while you talk about any recent developments in your life.
Modern!Aegon who always has to be touching you. If your hands are unavailable to hold, he’ll take anything else into his own hands. While you sit on the couch on your phone, his hand will rest comfortably on your leg, rubbing back and forth slowly. While you cook, he’ll come up behind you and rest his hands on your hips while he buries his face into the crook of your neck. While you grocery shop together, his hand will hold the back of your neck gently to keep you close to him. Just feeling you makes his anxieties go away.
Modern!Aegon who was never really given much affection while growing up. His mother had a complicated relationship with him, and instead of reassuring hugs, she gave him lectures on how he needed to be a better son. His father, on the other hand, never paid much attention to him at all. Instead, he devoted his time to Aegon’s elder half-sister. His younger siblings seemed to be lost in their own foreign worlds, and didn’t spend much time with him at all. At times it seemed all they had in common was their last name.
Modern!Aegon who is touchy with you because he finally has the affection he’s craved since childhood. Aegon values your affection and how you allow him to be touchy with you greatly. Because to him, he finally has found someone who makes him feel loved and appreciated.
✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
Sorry this is short! Happy thanksgiving to all who celebrate!
#aegon targaryen x reader#modern aegon#modern au#aegon fluff#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon x you#aegon x reader#aegon ii x reader#aegon targaryen x you#hotd imagine
356 notes
·
View notes
Text
Aegon and Aemond falling for someone the polar opposite of them headcanons
request: Aegon and Aemond with a significant other that's the complete opposite of them, but they fall for them anyway?
warnings: none!
a/n: I got super carried way so this is so long!!
Aemond Targaryen falling for someone the polar opposite of him:
growing up in the court of King Viserys you knew the King’s three youngest children well enough and while you mostly shared your time with Helaena, you knew of her youngest brother Prince Aemond too.
When you were children he was always very serious and you were too young to realize he wanted to prove himself, maybe to his brother that he was his equal or to his father. He was too caught up in his focus on finding a dragon and training that he did not pay you much mind.
That was fine enough to you as you were focused on your lessons with the Septa with Princess Helaena by your side as the two of you got closer over the years.
The Princess was very soft spoken and gentle, but her fascination with insects grossed out the other young girls at court your own age. You never minded, though, and would happily spend time in the gardens with her and her bugs if you could remain by your friend's side.
Unlike Helaena though, you were not so soft spoken. You weren’t so loud and brash, but you did love to laugh and were not so shy as to not speak your mind. It was once said that your laugh and cheerful laugh could be heard in the gardens any time you were there.
Aemond being closer with his sister than with his brother began to see more of you. He did not find your personality as annoying as Aegon had portrayed, but he had to admit you were unlike the other girls at court who he knew only gossiped and pretended as though they did not judge his sister cruelly. He knew that in the very least you were truly kind to his sister and at his young age he still held a respect for you he did not hand out lightly.
You two were not close but you were kind to him whenever he would join you and Helaena when he tired of Aegon. Walking through the gardens with you and Helaena and listening to you both chatter away. Well, mostly you doing all the talking and Helaena adding in and to his surprise genuinely laughing alongside you. He saw how relaxed his sister was with you and appreciated how you were around her. As time went on he also became appreciative of how you made him feel a bit more relaxed as well.
It wasn’t until he lost his eye that he truly began spending time with you and even began to seek you out.
After losing his eye he saw how everyone in court looked at him. The girls of court who once were kind in hopes of a friendships between them and the prince with its privileges looked at him as though he were a monster. He grew cold and sought solitude, wearing his eyepatch everywhere and training to become an excellent warrior and swordsman.
Imagine his shock when you treat him the very same as you always had with kindness and wanting to draw laughter from him.
You both get older but one thing remains the same, you become Aemond’s friend. Truly someone he can be around without judgment and be his true self.
The older you got the more you matured into a fine woman your looks may have changed, but your personality did not mellow. You still loved to talk without care for what others might say and laughed without a care. Aemond wondered how Aegon could have ever called your laugh ‘the most irritable sound in the Red Keep’ when it was some days the only thing Aemond wished to hear.
Perhaps it is his cold exterior due to his mistrust but he starts to see you in a new light. It is hard for Aemond to believe that you see are so freely yourself. When you were strolling in the gardens he pointed out how another daughter of a lord remarked something negative about you, how you were the only lady who appeared to not know how to shut her mouth, you only rolled your eyes, remarking you did not care.
“How can you not care? She slighted you and you wish to let her make a mockery of you?” Aemond was angry, angry at an injustice, a slight done to someone dear to him.
You only said “It matters little what she thinks of me. I hold her in no regard at all, why should I care what someone of no importance to me thinks of me?”
You said that like it was so easy to let things go and continued your stroll, an easy and content expression on your face. Aemond wondered how you could be so carefree, so forgiving to others. Since he lost his eye he had cared only what others thought of him and how to avenge any slight. He really had always cared too much what people thought of him, even before he lost his eye he wanted to prove himself to others no matter the cost.
And there you were, not caring of what someone thought of you because you did not care for them. If anyone else was like you he may have judged them harshly for their lack of cares for their reputation, but Aemond only admired you fiercely for it.
Feeling bold, he had asked you if you held him in high regard, wondering if he was another person you did not care for or not.
In reply you only told him, “Why of course, my Prince. I hold you in the highest regard of all those dearests to me.”
Dearest to me. The words rung in his head for weeks. He was a man grown now yet the words you said to him, a mere kindness he was sure, was all he could think about.
He had thought to put some distance between you, not really understanding why you affected him so but it only made him crave to be near you.
When he saw you again he could not deny the peace he felt from being in your presence. He knew then that he could not just be friends with you and that unwittingly to perhaps both of you, you had brought out a better side of him. Maybe you always had.
When you told him you missed his presence and worried for him he smiled, actually smiled which was a rare thing indeed.
“Apologies my Lady, I would never wish to cause you worry,” He said, noting how your smile was somehow more radiant than he remembered like it had been months since he last saw it and not mere days. He could not deceive you any longer, he could not do so even if he did not realize his own feelings until a mere few days ago. “I’m afraid I cannot be your friend anymore my Lady.”
The crestfallen expression on your face made him curse himself and his phrasing. “I only mean that I care deeply for you my Lady and I cannot be your friend. I am afraid I have fallen in love with you and there is nothing I could do to just be your friend again.”
When you smiled, he almost felt like you were about to repeat the words he had told himself you would say, that you didn’t feel the same way. Instead, you grasped his large hand in yours and said, “Would it be such a bad thing to fall in love, dearest Aemond?”
He realized then he could hear you call him dearest for a lifetime and not be satisfied. “You mean to say you feel the same as I do?”
“There has never been someone else, why of course I do. I always have.”
Thank the gods for that, Aemond thought. The very next day, Alicent had accepted your courtship.
Aegon II Targaryen falling for someone the polar opposite of him:
When your father was invited to the small council of King Visery’s you had come with your father to the court a little girl, very shy and good natured.
You found a friend in Princess Helaena because there was not many other young girls in the court, and the Princess happened to just be the same age as you were. The Queen approved the friendship, seeing how you were just as shy and good natured as her daughter, though without a fascination with insects.
You were familiar with the Princess, spending most of your time with Helaena as a child and not crossing paths enough to make conversation with her brothers.
As you got older and began maturing into a young woman your shyness was not something you grew out of, nor was your uncomfortability speaking to boys your age now, especially the princes.
If your father was more ambitious he might have been bothered by this but he cared for your contentment and knew your more reserved nature would not mix with boys who were so crude at this age, not a child yet not grown either.
Both the Princes frightened you, Aemond was very aloof and Aegon too bold. You thought yourself lucky that you could just spend your time with their kind sister who you felt such comfort around instead.
As years went by this routine of spending your days in lessons, having meals, and going outdoors with Helaena was a most comfortable routine.
You knew you had reached your maidenhood and soon even your kind, tolerant father would seek out a match for you. This meant attending the balls, talking with these men, and most of all not being so reserved. Men, you had gathered in your time in King’s Landing, did not like reserved girls for their lady wife.
With this in mind, you snuck out of your chambers after dark, seeking a treat from the kitchens. Sweet cravings did not always plague you but on this night you wanted a treat when sleep evaded you.
You had done this once, well maybe thrice, truly too many times to count, and had never been caught. Your steps were light across the castle and you slowly opened the kitchen doors.
Your relief at finding no one there was taken for granted and you saw your favorite treat leftover from this evening’s meal on the counter. Hopping on the counter with an especially unladylike flair you picked up the treat taking your first bite.
It was then, when you were at your most peaceful, that the door opened revealing none other than the Prince who you had sought to avoid the most, Prince Aegon.
His expression was comically surprised, perhaps taken by surprise with how there was someone in the kitchens when he had not expected someone to be there. You could not judge as your expression looked the same, only exceedingly more horrified.
Your worries came in droves. What if he told your father? What if his father removed your father from the small council? Gods, what if you were sent back to your true born home? What if you were never to step foot in the kitchens again?
“I...” You started trying to think what to say. Maybe the words would come to you if you thought hard enough, if only your brain seemed to be working at this late hour. “I was—”
“You’re my sister’s lady-in-waiting aren’t you?” He asked abruptly and even you could see he was not at all sober. You couldn’t help looking a little aghast.
“No! I’m her friend. My father is on the small council” you rambled ceaselessly, not really meaning to tell him exactly who you are, and definitely not meaning to tell him your name on top of it.
You could see the gears whirling slowly in his mind but he was too sluggish thanks to his many glasses of wine to process this fast enough. You only grabbed your treat, pushing yourself off the counter and across the kitchen to leave before he could say another word.
It was only when you were on the other side of the castle in your room that you realized you had not addressed Prince Aegon with the respect drummed into you at a young age. The embarrassment was one thing but the shame of it was another. What sort of lady does not address her prince?
The next day Helaena asked you how you slept and you nearly felt as hot as dragon fire, still ashamed that you not only went into the kitchens but also disrespected her brother.
It was a few weeks and you had not gone into the kitchens in fear of running into the prince but even your sweet tooth could not be evaded for long. Even the thought of running into the Prince was not enough to perturb you from going to the kitchens.
When you opened the doors to the kitchens you let out a sigh of relief knowing you were, in fact, alone. This did not last long though because the past repeated itself and who came through the door only a moment after you but Aegon.
For a moment he just held your gaze and you swore you would rather go to the Dragonpit without Helaena than be here, your mind already thinking how you could get past him.
Apparently your unease could be felt by the Prince by the nervous look on your face. “Do not look so worried,” He said as kindly he had ever heard himself speak. Even to his siblings, he never really showed true kindness. “I only wanted something from the kitchens. I will not be in your way.”
Your slightly shocked expression was mirrored with how he felt. He was not sure why he did not hold the fact that he had now seen you twice in the kitchens when you ought not to be and that this was the second time you did not even address him. If it was anyone else he might have flaunted his authority, gods know he had done it before. But for a reason, unbeknownst to him, he could not seeing himself do that to you.
You reluctantly sat when he gestured to the seat by the island in the kitchen that had the sweets you had desperately wanted. You could not be comfortable around him, though. This was one of the princes you had done everything to avoid, after all. “What brings you to the kitchens, my Prince?”
Your voice was timid and gentle and Aegon found himself wishing you did not call him by his title and his name instead.
He could not stop the chuckle he let out as he said, “wine”
He did expect the judgement, everyone at court thought him a drunkard, his family included. Why should you not share the sentiments.
“I think a sweet helps me find sleep on my most restless nights, my prince. I quite understand.”
The kind smile on your lips and that gentle voice did him in. Finding himself feel comfortable in someone’s presence for this first time since he could remember.
Aegon did not reach for the wine. He did not want to wake up foggy headed and more importantly, he wanted to remember this, he wanted to remember you.
“I think I might have to try a sweet then, Princess.” He grabbed a sweet on the table that you had grabbed not just a moment ago. He could not deny the way he enjoyed the flustered expression on your face, the soft smile on his face portraying that.
“I am not a princess,” You said lightly. “Only a lady.”
Aegon could not stop smiling. “Ah, my mistake,” He jested. “Perhaps I might have your name then, my lady. These titles confuse me so.”
He did not add that he could see you as a princess, if you were only his. If only someone as kind as you wanted someone like him.
It was a lie, he was lying in good nature still, but you did not mind. Another smile on your lips, but this one of two people sharing a joke. It was a real one, showing off your teeth and it was not one of the prim and proper ones ladies at court had to have.
He only loved that smile of yours more when you shared your name and he repeated it, liking how it sounded when he said it on his own tongue. When you said his own name after a few moments he realized he loved how you said his most of all.
Leaving the kitchens after a few hours of talking with you and eating sweets, Aegon had lost track of time without a drop of wine for the first time in his life.
As time went by you went to the kitchens without wanting a sweet, only in hopes that you might see Aegon. He did the very same. Nights sharing whatever sweet treat the kitchens had left and laughing and talking with one another were not uncommon. He was able to tell you the things that plagued him most that he had never told other people before.
He had not even noticed he stopped drinking wine. But his mother had.
Besides the lack of his poor behavior, she had noticed Aegon seemed.. lighter, happier even.
She did not need to wonder who was behind Aegon and his change of behavior when one day who was Aegon walking besides but you, her daughter’s closest friend and the daughter of someone who sits on the King’s small council.
It all made sense. The lack of him drinking, his change for the better, and you by his side. Shocking herself Alicent could so clearly see you by his side outside of this hall. The way you looked at him, the lighter way about him, the comfortablilty between you both. She only had a question to ask her son now.
The next day Aegon was striding up to you across a hall in the Castle while you walked with Helaena, gently pulling your arm from her to the other side of the hall.
When you asked him why he had so abruptly took you from Helaena he only said, “My mother wishes us to marry, dearest lady.” Your smile and the way it lit up your face was enough to bring him great joy, urging him to cheekily add. “It seems I was right, you were always a Princess.”
#aemond x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond fanfiction#aemond imagine#aemond fluff#aemond headcanons#aemond targaryen#aegon ii x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon x reader#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii#aegon imagine#aegon fluff#aegon ii fluff#hotd#hotd fanfic#hotd x reader#hotd fanfiction#hotd imagine#hotd headcanon
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Little Gifts (1/3)
Aegon II Targaryen/Reader
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SINGLE POST FOR ALL THREE SCENARIOS GOD FUCKING DAMMIT—
ahem :)
This is Aegon meeting his babies for the very first time, please enjoy!
| Word Count 6.2k | Angst, Fluff | Childbirth, brief absentee-ism, Aegon has parental issues out the ass, general cuteness at the end |
Gods help Kings’ Landing once Aegon The Elder realizes he’s going to be a father.
It’s a tumultuous time at best, though never one that came directly at your expense. Aegon had never wanted children, he always told you. Bound up in the sheets and in your arms, with cruel platitudes about how they were smelly, messy, foul little creatures. That you already had one of those to deal with, and you didn’t need that one to put another in you.
This, of course, was a lie. And you knew that, you did. Aegon who hates children, yet gives them more patience than any other in the world. Sitting at the steps of the Keep and listening to some Lord’s boy excitedly tell him about a cat he saw prowling about the gardens. Never sparing a mean word, or even so much as a look of boredom. Aegon does not have patience, Aegon does not suffer things that he does not like for anyone save that of his family.
Aegon loves children, Aegon is terrified of them.
You came to the Keep when the Queen Mother herself expressed a desire to wed her son away- initially the ideal had been to have Helaena marry her elder brother, but for some manner of reason the honor had passed down to Prince Aemond. Rumor tapped it’s mousy foot, but it hadn’t been your business and you’d been far too nervous to poke around and find out.
It hadn’t taken you long to realize the dysfunction of the royal family. To see the way the man you were vying to marry would shrink away from his own mother and father, the way he would curl and wilt under their gazes as if he thought he didn’t belong within their memory.
Needless to say, it followed him into his blossoming- handsome adulthood. The knowledge of the brutality of childbirth, of how it rips a woman apart and kills her if she’s not strong enough. The understanding of what comes after for the rest of ones’ life, and the sheer amount of damage you could do to that life if you weren’t equipped for it.
As far as Aegon had been concerned, he would never be equipped for it. He hadn’t even been worthy of love when he was a child. How could he ever be worthy of giving it?
It’s for this that, following your marriage, you do not bear a child for quite some time. A full year of marriage without sight or whisper of a swollen belly that might carry his babes. This was somewhat devastating for you. Not that you held any grudge for Aegon’s fears, for the way you would find him with glistening eyes and wine-slicked lips, every time his mother would bear down upon him about his duties.
No, it was the gossip and whispering. That you were a failed woman and a terrible wife, that perhaps he thought you so ugly that he couldn’t even bear the few minutes it took to spill his seed in your womb. That you were so dull and lifeless that he could not derive pleasure from you. That your womb was simply a wasteland and that you needed to be replaced. Nevermind that you loved him. Nevermind that he loved you. Happiness was of no importance, here.
Aegon held off for as long as he could, but eventually the frightened boy was chased to his end.
Alicent had had enough of him- had made the ultimatum very clear. Put a babe in your womb, or she would find a new bride for him. Had made sure to list off all the eligible young women of higher houses than your own that would gladly throw you out with the rats to share his bed. It’d been a yelling match, it’d been filled with tears on his end and the bitter sort of resoluteness only a woman who herself had children she hadn’t wanted could possess.
It was the very first time Aegon had ever crawled into your marriage bed and had you while he was drunk.
Things did not get better for some time. Aegon drank, and he drank more. He bedded you with none of the love he truly held for you- because it was not his choice to do so, and he fled to his old vices in the deepest pits of the city, skin crawling as if he’d both been the violated and the violator. He could not imagine how it must have made you feel.
Lonely. Lonelier than you’d ever been. Kept awake with the remnants of his heat between your legs and the absence of his person- whether he was in your bed with you or not. Had he ceased to love you? Is the thought of a child so all consuming that you can no longer hold candle to it? Did he flee from you into the night, find the arms of women who would not have their bodies ruined and spirits tempered by motherhood? Did he disgrace you in such ways?
You didn’t know, and you were too terrified to ask. And so you sat and grew with the misery. He drank more and you ate less, withering beneath a relationship that you could not live without, and yet were being destroyed within.
Until one moon turned to another, and another. And you did not bleed.
The Maesters confirmed it easily enough, the babe that surely grew within you— Aegon had done his duty, and your womb had accommodated, you were not barren. But it did not feel like a joy, to learn of this alone, without him holding your hand. To be the one to go and tell him, to have to inform him of what surely must have been his worst nightmare.
You’d started regal, head held high, shoulders squared. You were informing him of his legacy, you were continuing the reign of the Dragons into another generation.
By the time your slippered feet scuffed the threshhold of your shared chambers, you were a little girl with your arms bound around your middle, hunched and ready to cry.
What a pointless struggle you put yourself through, fingers dancing repetitive tangles around the wash-softened silk embroidery of your bodice. You know how this will fare, perhaps- your mind supplies you desperately even as it’s too late- you could simply not tell him, and let him realize when your body has changed too much for it to be hidden?
He’s slack where he sits at the foot of your shared bed, the fabric of his undershirt fine enough that you can see the flush of skin beneath. He’s always been a touch warmer than his siblings— more like his mother, that rosy hue that clung perpetually to her. Perhaps he was most like her in all regard, for you could not imagine any other Targaryen crying with such open and childlike vulnerability as he could.
You wonder if that is what you will receive now. Tears, or rage, or fear? Will he be offended by your decision to tell him? Will you watch those downturned, lovely features warp into something so far and foreign from you. As he has become over the past moons?
And you try, you truly do. You mean to tell him firmly and prescriptively of your state and what to expect in the coming moons. But when your lips part to break the silence, it is anything but.
“I am sorry-!” It must be a half-beg, it must be a whine, it must be the cries of a wounded animal. Afraid and in pain. The kind that would gnaw itself to bone to survive. You wish to gnaw out your own womb with teeth not suited.
His head jerks then, startled. But you can’t see it, your gaze refuses to witness a thing past the torrent that crowds around your lashes and spews over your eyes. A relentless wave of grief futilely smothered by the way your soft palm pinches angrily around your mouth. Like it was a physical thing to be held, like it hadn’t already begun to drown the air. Humid with pain.
And it is for this— swaddled in the no no no no this is all wrong it’s wrong it’s bad no- that you do not, cannot see Aegon rise. It is for this that you are nearly taken clean off your feet by the sheer force with which his frame collides against yours, held solely by his iron-like grip.
But you don’t question it, the hand at your belly and the hand at your mouth flee to him. Dig in tightly enough to sting through the cloth that separates your nails from his direct skin. You’re clawing at him, scratching violent red ribbons into that peach skin that clings across his shoulders and back. If you’re truly hurting him, if he’s noticing it at all, he makes not a sound, says not a word to it.
“Husband, please..! I am- am afraid, I do not want to be alone. I cannot- I cannot be-” anymore. You couldn’t be alone anymore. Because you had been. You are. He’d abandoned you.
And he knows it, knows it so violently that tears spring to his own eyes. He can’t wrap himself around you as tightly as you dig into him- the cognizant and horribly numb parts of his pysche supply him with an offensively dull you would hurt the babe if you did. That his mind offers this with such simplicity doesn’t prevent the horrible shudder that crests his body. The gooseflesh that forms.
What a horrible, terrible creature he’s been. Typical, but inexcusable.
“Shh, shh…” He tries, weakly. An attempt to balm you while he scrambles to put together the right words to comfort. He knows what he needs to say, he just doesn’t wish to lie. Aegon needs to know that if he tells you this, he will mean it. What he has already done is a heartbreak, enough. But it holds nothing to the weight of a broken promise. “I will not leave you, do you hear me? Never again. The wine will go, the taverns will go, the fights will go. I will be here. I am here.”
It was easy, it was so effortless to pull you to the bed. To lay you curled and fetal beside him as he bound himself to you once more. The door was ajar, enough so that overly nosy servants and guards alike could see the young royals tucked among the pillows, could see the large hand trailing delicate paths over even more fragile features. Soothing and rhythmic motions until a crumpled and upset face turned to something neutral, nearly sleeping.
He would not promise you that he would be perfect, that he would be able to love and cherish the way you deserved. But he would be there. He would be there. You would not be alone. He would never abandon you again.
And he held true to his word. Aegon becomes a constant at your side, perhaps more than you even anticipated. He follows you to learn everything from the wetnurses and Maesters. He follows you to the gardens, he asks you how you feel. He keeps a rigorous, near paranoid grip of your health and mental state.
First you find it confusing, but not unpleasant. You find that just as quickly as you’ve come up with child, Aegon has put aside the things that kept him away from you. Curled into bed and talking to you in rasping, warm tones. Kissing your fingers and nose and lips. And even, when he thought you asleep, trailing a shaking hand over your belly- still too early on to show in any real way.
Then you understand, and it becomes tragic. Aegon knew the stories of Aemma Targaryen, his father’s first wife. At least in rumor if not in direct. And he knew of Alicent’s horrors, as he had been the cause of many of them. He stares at your growing belly over the moons, and he grows paler and paler with the sight of it. Sickened by it. Terrified. Of them, and for you. He fears that you will die, and he fears that he will be the one made to take your life. Even if it’s not him doing it, then giving the order to insistent, heartless Maesters.
This fear increases threefold when the Maesters proclaim that there cannot possibly be a single child within your fertile womb. That you grow too large and too fast. Twins, it could only be.
Aegon sits up that night, with you sound asleep beside him, and he stares into the dark with absolute certainty that he has murdered you. That he marches you to your grave faithfully, now. How it is he is expected to live with it, he doesn’t know.
Nightmares plague him, shakes assail him, his appetite vanishes. You must coax food and drink into him just as Aegon must beg you to take things easily. To let him help you around, to not take so many stairs, to gentle yourself.
He sleeps less, too. And you find yourself kneading puffy cheeks in your palms and caressing reddened eyes as you coo at him and push him to bed. Watching over him like you might- some day soon- your own children.
Eventually however, too soon, much too soon, you head into your labors and Aegon feels the most helpless he ever has. You go to a war that he cannot fight in, and all he can do is sit witness to whether or not you live or- or-
Uselessness should be a thing as natural to Aegon as sleeping. All his life it has been of abundant clarity that his importance was simply in function and name, and not what he- the person- could do. It was not about him, only his blood, his title, the cock between his legs.
It should have been something he’d resigned himself to. But watching you lay there, screaming with tears and sweat trailing down your face- no, he wasn’t so resigned after all. It bit at his bones and made some burning rash crawl it’s pestilent fingers up his clammy back. His hand had long gone numb in your grip, squeezed until nails dug savagely into the places between his bones. It was all he had to offer, his hand, his useless words, the cloth which he gently used to wipe away your sweat.
Even that, they had tried to deny him. Even that. As if he were so Gods-be-damned useless that he couldn’t keep the sweat from your eyes.
“Mm… Aeg..?” Your voice is under a current, being pinched and stretched by your exhastion. You’d been fighting for so long now.
“Yes, ladybug?”
“Could eat an entire pig, right now.”
It makes a bittersweet joy touch Aegon’s cheeks. His smile curves bright and wide, teeth glittering in the afternoon sun, but his lips are trembling and his eyes are glassy. You’re only half there, he’s sure of it, skin glistening and eyes lidded as you stare both at and through him. “I’m sure, love. Been wrestling with a pair of stubborn dragons all day, haven’t you? Once you’re done, I’ll go to the kitchens myself, whip up a frenzy. Everything you could want, okay?
All you need to do is stay here, with me.” Please, please. For the love of the Old Gods and the New. Stay. Don’t let me be what took you.
His hand, the one not clasped relentlessly within yours, brushes at your forehead and at your hair. Tugging strands away with a sort of histrionic worry that maybe they were making you uncomfortable by clinging to your face like that. He didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you were. In fact, how terrible must the sheets feel on your skin? The nightgown they force you to remain in even as your body rips itself apart to create life?
You should be naked, bare on something soft but firm so that it wouldn’t cling to your skin. There is no shame in a man being rendered completely bare so that his war wounds can be tended to, and yet they will not offer you the dignity of the same treatment? Unfair, cruel- you should be allowed to breathe—
His hand practically creaks like settled oak when you start to vice around him again. It’s not fully there yet, simply a pained whimper, but your vision is sharpening by it. You’re forced back to the forefront by cruelty, and Aegon can only give some sort of childish look of sympathy and regret, forehead lowering to touch yours.
“Don’t know how much further I can go, Aegon…” You say, submerging Aegon into a cold that would make even the bitter North curl just a touch deeper into their furs.
“No, no. Don’t you say that, listen to me. Listen… I know it’s beginning to hurt again-” a sentiment unfortunately punctuated by the shriller, louder pained cry that starts to trickle out from your heaving chest. “-But I know you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever seen. So you’re going to do this, do you hear me? You’re going to bear two beautiful, healthy children, and you’re going to be fine, and you’re going to eat an entire fucking pig. You hear me? Hm?”
He doesn’t hear the words murmuring out and around him from the midwives and the Maester. He doesn’t know that the pain is cresting because one of the children is coming- he doesn’t know. All he knows is that you’re looking at him now, and you look pleading. You remind him of a frightened little girl, seeking out the comfort of someone bigger and safer during a storm. Aegon leans over you allows his cheek to find your head and his weight to join yours in sheltering. Instinctual, without particular rhyme or reason, but he’s rewarded for the thought with the touch of your nose against him. Tucking down even as you scream louder than you have at any other moment since this began in the early hours of the morning.
Then-
Oh—?
A cry, so fragile and gentle and quiet breaks the air. It’s so tiny, and all of the skin and hair across his entire body raises at the sound of it. It’s so small, and yet the roaring in Aegon’s ears would tell him that the Keep is falling apart around him. That the sea is drying, that Harrenhal is crumbling, that the Wall is melting.
It meant nothing to him, in all the years he heard familiar cries like that. It meant anxiety, it meant help, where is an elder!? It meant another day that I’m just a failure, it meant looming dread.
A babe’s cry meant nothing to Aegon. His babe’s cry nearly pulls him away from you, nearly has him crumpling broken and limp against the red brick and mortar beneath his feet. He could simply lie there, could curl fetally and stare blankly beneath his bed into the vacuous and yawning nothingness that you lay fighting for your life above. The very sound could eradicate him without effort.
He’s scared, suddenly. Oh, oh Gods. Aegon wants his mother, he wants Alicent to hold him, he wants the reassurances now. He’s afraid, he’s terrified. What if he gets it wrong? What if he drops the babe? What if he forgets, or is clumsy, or reckless, or just plain bad? No one ever taught him how to love innocence.
“My Prince!” A sharp voice calls him out of a complete blank state, he jolts as if slapped, eyes wide and doe-like when he settles upon his caller. A stout, ruddy cheeked woman with kindness seemingly built into the very lines and freckles of her face. “She’s doing well, Prince Aegon. Just one more to go, okay? Think you can convince her?”
There’s something lined in this woman’s ale colored eyes, made more vivid by the light. It’s a hint, it’s the gentlest way he’s ever had someone coax him to get his shit together and focus. A nudge rather than a slap. It’s a sweet boy, remember what’s happening rather than a stupid mutt, a useless grandchild who sees nothing more than his cups.
So he turns back to you, to the way your head lulls slightly under his motions, and the way you seem almost absent from your own flesh. It scares him all over again, not that he needed the reminder- mostly that Aegon is the fly caught between two palms now. The clap so loud to his tiny frame that it should shake the teeth right out of him.
“Ladybug… Sweet love, look at me? Look,” he whispers with love, touches your chin with index and middle fingers to pull you toward him again. “You already did it, see? I told you. You’ve only got one left, should be much quicker now that their older—”
It occurs to him that he doesn’t know if he just had a son or a daughter, and when he swallows around that information his jaw trembles. “—Their older sibling made way, yes? So that’s it, this is it. You’re okay, you’re amazing. Just one more, then I’ll get to bringing an entire roast pig in here for you.”
You manage him a smile for your husband. Looking up at him and recognizing in all the ways that Aegon looks utterly petrified by this. You’re still not entirely sure about survival, the pain remains, and the sudden absence of something that had become so intrinsic to your body. The way it’s as if they’re taking pieces of you with them, stealing at your soul to fuel their own. You find that you don’t mind it, and yet when you blink you see silver and starlight rather than the typical blank darkness of your eyelids.
But he’s scared, and he’s making you all sorts of sweet Aegon promises, and you know you cannot allow this to happen- for him, yes. For the broken man you’d leave behind, for the beautiful boy you always loved to see smile and don’t think ever would again. But also for the children, the children who would have no parents. For the cycle that would repeat, with a bitter man too hurt to look at his own children and love them, because he’d see you there.
You know this, you know him, and you scream with what little ferocity you have left before they even call for you to do so.
Aegon finds himself squeezing his eyes shut, swaying as if he means to rock you- or himself, he’s unsure in that regard. You’re still heaving, still fighting, you’re clawing into his forearm until- much to his mild impress and great worry, droplets of life are pooling out and cascading over the softness of his flesh.
“Little bit longer, Princess!” The same kind faced, warm hearted woman says loudly over your noises of protest and suffering. “An eager one, this! Doesn’t want to be too far behind their sister, eh?”
Sister. The word almost lacks meaning in the fabric of his mind. Sister. He has a daughter, then. A baby girl, a sweet little thing. No wonder her cry was so soft and so devastating. He can feel his spine attempting to break free, he’s sure of it. That is the only way he could possibly comprehend the sensation of the entire length of bone vibrating and trembling violently beneath a thin layer of skin and sinew. Yes, his body is like that of a mayfly, he has helped- however futilely- to bring life and now life he escapes.
“Once more, Princess.” Her voice comes again, and Aegon finds himself looking at her hovering between your legs. He must look a sight himself- embarrassing, considering he has no hand in this fight. But he can feel the pressure around his eyes, the sting of his lips from where he’d bitten them bloody and the tears had found their way into the cuts. He tries to prevent this, to not look like a scared child, but the sympathetic pinch that doesn’t leave as the woman looks between you and him is enough for him to know he’s failed.
“Okay… Okay…” You’re convincing yourself of it, nodding even with the slight resistance from Aegon’s plush cheek. It’s as if you’re being coaxed to do something frightening to you- like when he first introduced you to Sunfyre. Your voice soft, assuring yourself as you pressed on with him. That it would be fine, because he would never let you get hurt, would he?
So he does the same thing to you now that he did then.
“My pretty Princess…” He whispers, rasping and thick. Aegon is your ferryman, you decide in delirium. He’s cut through the fog just as quick, effortless like a lantern in the night. “There’s no need to be afraid… You hear me? I’m right here, I’m right by your side, see?”
His hand threads through yours once again, clammy and hot from nervousness while he rubs soothing patterns.
“Just a little bit more.” Just a couple more steps.
“Then you’re done.” Then you can pet him. Ride with me? See the skies? All that… Targaryen goodness we like to tout so much.
What he hadn’t told you, and you’d already known anyways, was that he was asking permission to love you. It was the first time he’d kissed you, up there. Far away from the city and expectation. That’d been the point. Your first kiss deserved to be Aegon. Not Prince Aegon. Just him.
You screech out a horrible noise, grinding sand and sharp cobbles ripping up and down your throat before it waters down into a sob- Aegon can offer nothing but a sort of hiccupping gasp, an almost panic at the noise that splits the stone and races out of the windows thrown open. Were you dying? Was this going to be it?
A shape now, pulled free quickly and cut away from the mother- from you- just as quick. There’s a certain urgency there, to the way they move. They’re not celebrating or offering to let him see- not yet, no. And it increases his terror twofold, does nothing to soothe the burgeoning feeling that someone is about to die. So he lifts, eyes darting around at people far older and more experienced than himself. He asks no questions because he cannot find his voice, has not even seen the faces of his children yet in the flurry.
The silence is deafening, he can make out a pale foot, a pale arm, the gentle tap tap of someone patting at their flesh.
Finally, a soft, even quieter squeak.
“Congratulations,” you’re both addressed in turn by the rosy woman who turns- a tiny- so fucking tiny- bundle she swaddles in her arms as she approaches. “Two more, lovely Princesses for the Keep.”
His ears are ringing.
The babe- his babe, already shows the wicks of his pale locks, still too fine and short to know whether they’d curl or lay flat like their uncle. The face is a little redder than he’d anticipated, with a tiny swooping nose and a gently parted mouth. Her little eyes are closed, she must be so tired coming into the world like this, shouldn’t she?
He looks down at you then, and feels his heart leap into his throat to see you’re already looking at him. Your eyes are half lidded, but the smile there is nothing short of love. You look at him like it’s been years since you last touched, or like he placed the sun in the sky.
“We’re… we’re parents…” You manage, softly. You must be so tired, making someone else come into the world. Gods, you must be on the brink of sleep. You need sleep. You-
“We are,” he whimpers. You see the tears starting to pour. He looks afraid, yes. But you’d expected that. In fact, you didn’t expect this level of acceptance from him. You’d expected him to be in the corner with his knuckles in his teeth. For him to shy away from the bundle before you two, the other being brought back into the room somewhere beyond your fuzzy vision. “They’re so small, love.”
Aegon’s shape shadows yours, you can feel his heavy arms beneath your sweating frame like the great chains of a drawbridge, pulling you against him. It’s temporary, just so that he can slide you over, cooing something about how sweaty and warm where you were just laying must have been. And it’s true, but the pain and discomfort feels detached and distant, like you’re watching a play rather than living it in the moment.
And then he’s beside you, his body pressed all along yours. And the midwives are moving closer.
“She’ll need ample rest, you hear?” Someone says in the distance, your eyes slide off faces like water down the side of a cliff. But you can feel his humming affirmations, the vibrations make staying aware even harder, heavier. “Hard enough to bring one into the world, but she’s blessed you with two, my Prince.
No moving around without someone to keep watch. No awkward positions. And no getting any ideas with her for at least a turn of the moon. You hear?”
Aegon is painted in shades of crimson, but he nods along like some small child being given their first ‘grown up’ task. He wouldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t. It would be dangerous if he did.
“She will recover, my Prince. I suggest you enjoy now the fruits of her labor.”
One is much smaller than the other, Aegon realizes. He’s not sure why he’s completely taken aback by it. Children didn’t all start out the same, nor did they end up the same either. He was much bigger than Aemond once upon a time. But this feels different.
His first born, she’s a bit of a fat one if he’s honest. He doesn’t know if a babe can even be such. But she is, a big round face and big round feet and meaty little fists. She’s wriggling and energetic, he realizes. Rowdy, even.
“Hello there,” he says quietly, awkwardly. He’s not sure how to do this part. He’s not sure he understands anything, anymore. His whole life feels as if it’s been taken aside and smashed with hammers. But it’s not so unpleasant anymore. It doesn’t feel like death, or the end. There’s sudden opportunity… Almost an excitement. For nothing else if not to see what these little babes grow into. He hopes they look more like you than him, even with the danger that poses.
“You gave your mother quite some trouble, do you know that?” The babe in his arms makes a creaky little noise, and he nervously shifts her around. How does one… adjust a baby without hurting it? “Yes, you did. I’m sure of it, you’re the one that kept putting your foot in her ribs. Aren’t you? You’d make her fight you all day, you ornery little thing.
But my… Aren’t you pretty.” She is, he’s decided already. She’ll be the prettiest thing in all the Kingdoms, the only competition will be the tiny little bundle settled in your arms.
She’s the opposite, so tiny that it frightens him. Face is redder, and much much quieter. But the Maester looked the babe over and said that she would likely simply be a small child. A quiet one. He was glad of that, though. He could handle the rowdy little beast in his arms. Could take on the challenge, you deserved a quiet little mousy thing. One that he can imagine now with such clarity that a wet smile curves his lips.
Fingers clinging to your skirts, and little eyes peeking around a leg. Quiet embroidery lessons where you teach her all your techniques. Blissful little strolls through the gardens with her.
Meanwhile, Aegon suspects this one will be chewing on his ankles in the night.
You’re watching him, and it’s a sort of relief you can’t describe. It makes you want to sob, to break down into hysterical tears at the sight. He’s smiling down at your daughter, your daughter! Bouncing her ever so gently and laughing in that fond timbre that ceaselessly gives you chills. The babe is still too young to move much, but she gurgles and makes all sorts of little noises that Aegon gasps at and reponds to in kind. You’re sure they’re holding some sort of conversation without you. Deciding what mischief they’ll get into together once she’s older.
Meanwhile the little one sitting in your arms just continues to rest. You brush the very tip of your finger against her nose, feel a foot wiggle. Hm, just like her father, then. You hope she gets his nose, that endearing little swoop that you love to kiss. Maybe his eyes too, the weapons that they would be in the hands of a woman.
“We did it,” you finally say. Your voice has come back to you slightly, exchanging the babes in an awkward fumble of limbs and embarrassed little laughs some time prior. You had remained floating in a bit of shock, head slouched against his shoulder as you waited out the minutes until things went horrifically wrong.
But now, with the sun hissing into the windows as it continues it’s trek across the sky, you realize that this is it. It’s okay. It’s over. You’d survived, and they’d survived. You have daughters now. Daughters and a husband who so clearly loves them with all his being.
Aegon had giggled like a little boy until his eyes and nose scrunched up while he held the larger of your daughters, had rocked her back and forth and whispered all sort of nonsense into her ear almost assuredly more for your own benefit than that of the child. Anything to make you giggle, to hear you have joy after it all.
But the moment your little star settled into his arms? Oh, he’d melted. You’d watched the way the joy, but also the pain, and the fear, and the anxiety melted off of him. He looked in awe. He’d not even been able to glance away from his littlest as he’d told you with such reverence she’s so small.
“You did,” he eventually says. His voice is nearly a whisper. They’re sleeping now, soundly and peacefully like little pieces of divine will cast upon the soil. “Look at them. Look what you did, ladybug… They’re perfect. You’ve created perfection.”
It’s hard not to giggle at his antics. “Aegon, my love… They’re yours too, you had just as much a hand—”
“But I didn’t, not really.” He shakes his head with conviction as he says it. Looking only briefly apologetic for running right over you with his words. “I- I bedded you, in the coldest way I could have. And I ran from you. And I left you alone while your body willed itself to create… this. Them. Our beautiful little Princesses. I only came back because you had to beg me. Your own husband, to stay.
No I- …I truly did nothing, here. I failed you, I think I did even when I promised to never leave you again. But the truth remains the same. I got to run away, you didn’t. You weren’t given a choice to run. This is yours. They are perfect because of you.”
You look away when the tears begin to drip off your chin, willing them not to dot your child and wake her. You’re not sure you’re ready for that stage. You want to see them sleep for just a touch longer.
“It was… hard… Aegon…” You concede this part to him, because it does no good to lie about the lonely nights of weeping and fear. “But I want you to know something…
It all went away the moment I saw you smile at them.”
It’s true, it did. You hold not a single reservation for the man beside you. You’ve always known him to have the heart and the will to love the way a good father should, you just never knew if he would give himself the chance.
He will, you think. You can already picture with heartfelt clarity what your near future will look like. The image of a head of white hair chasing a squealing little figure across the gardens. You can see yourself beneath the veranda, surrounded by vines and enjoying some sort of confection while you watch your whole world before you. You can hear the screeching laughter of a daughter tossed in the air, caught faithfully in strong arms. Laughter, so much laughter.
“I love them,” he says softly. Disbelieving of himself. “I love you.”
The hand not preoccupied with a sleeping bundle finds Aegon’s face, heart squeezing tenderly at the way his face drops into your palm so readily.
“My husband, father of my children…” Your finger traces the swoop of his nose, and you giggle when you see one of his feet squirm.
“I love you, in spite of nothing and with all my heart.”
#Aegon#Aegon II Targaryen#Aegon Targaryen#Aegon II#Tom Glynn Carney#Aegon x Reader#Aegon Targaryen x Reader#Aegon II Targaryen x Reader#HoTD#House of The Dragon#HoTD x Reader#Aegon II Imagine#HoTD Fanfic#HoTD Imagine#My Fic#Aegon Fic#Angst Fic#Fluff Fic#Aegon Angst#Aegon Fluff
306 notes
·
View notes
Text
Love and The Lack of Ass (modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: Aegon expresses his feelings over your very apparent thirst for Miguel O’Hara in the most Aegon way possible: sulking.
Warnings: Nothing of note, except for excessive thirsting over Miguel O’Hara
Word Count: 1.6K
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out!
A/N: You guys deserve something fluffy after my last Aemond one shot 💗 also, I’m thinking of writing some HOTD one shots based off different Barbie movies. Would anyone be up for that?
The sound of footsteps on tiles and laughter echoed throughout the otherwise silent apartment block. “Okay, I gotta admit,” Aegon said, while teetering under the weight of two Hawaiian pizza boxes, a few boxes of chicken wings and fries, and some bottles of beer they bought from the convenience store, as you fumbled for the keys in your bag. “That it was a pretty kick ass movie. Although I still prefer the other Spiderman movies.”
You gasp, kicking open the door to your apartment, “Aegon I don’t know what your middle name is Targaryen, you take that back right now.”
“Middle name is Sexyman, gorgeous,” Aegon winked, although he shrieked and quickly ran inside the apartment the both of you shared when you began whacking him with your bag. “This is assault, and I’m calling my lawyer!” Aegon called across his shoulder as he sat down the bags that he was carrying on your dining table.
“Well, I’m telling your lawyer you deserved it,” you declared, crossing your arms as you gave him a vicious glare. Sunfyre, Aegon’s large goldendoodle, sniffed eagerly at the delicious smell emanating from the pizza and chicken wings, but Aegon shooed him away. “How dare you say that Tom Holland’s Spiderman movies are better than the Spiderverse movies? I ought to break up with you.”
“Hey, I have a man crush on Jake Gyllenhaal, alright? Can you not shame me for my sexual preferences?” Aegon huffed, but he backed away squealing when you tried to jab him in the ribs. Sunfyre barked excitedly and leaped at Aegon, seeming to think it was a new game. “Woman! Now you’ve turned my dog against me too?! What kind of world is this?”
“A very fair one,” you said smugly, reaching to scratch Sunfyre behind the ears. “You see, even your dog is telling you you have bad taste.”
“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t like this movie solely because of Miguel O’Hara,” Aegon protested, backing away to their bedroom for safety purposes. “Who are you to judge me for my man crush?”
“That’s because Jake Gyllenhaal is an awful piece of trash who groomed Taylor Swift,” you huffed. “And can you blame me? Miguel O’Hara is so-” you mimed swooning from all the hotness as Aegon rolled his eyes. “Like goddamn, take one look at his strong, hulking build and tell me you don’t feel things!” you demanded. Aegon rolled his eyes again, with such strength it was a wonder they didn’t tumble to another dimension. “Sorry, love, I’m not into muscles.”
“Well, I am,” you declared, hands on your hips. “And don’t even get me started on his asscheeks. Boy if I could-”
“LA LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Aegon yelled, stuffing his fingers into his ears as he made a swift retreat to your bedroom. Sighing in relief as he shut the door to your bedroom, he quickly changed out of his leather jacket and white shirt into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flexed, smirking at his own reflection. Damn, I’m hot, he thought to himself, turning to get a glimpse of his side angle. But his smirk faded into a frown as he examined his reflection to look at his own…well, rather flat, behind. Remembering your earlier comments about liking men with muscles, he tried flexing his arms, but they seemed quite pathetic in comparison to Miguel O’Hara’s.
He felt annoyance beginning to rise in him, ‘Damn it, I’m Aegon Targaryen, the hottest guy in King’s Landing University! Every single guy wishes they could be me! How am I getting insecure over some 2D character?’ But then he heard you squealing from the living room while being on a phonecall, no doubt with one of your friends, “I KNOW RIGHT! Miguel is LITERALLY my dream man. I mean, take one look at those muscles and that ass and my god did you see his fangs-”
Unable to hear anymore, Aegon flung open the door to your bedroom, dramatically stomping to your living room, and curled up on the couch, pouting as he turned on the TV. You frowned a little as you moved around your kitchen, laying out your dinner while you reheated the pizza in the oven. Your best friend, Baela, was still babbling in your ear about the Spiderverse movie, specifically about some very explicit things she would like to do to Miguel O’Hara and Spider-Gwen, but you were no longer paying attention.
“Baela, babe, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hung up, just as the oven emitted a ‘ping!’, signalling that the pizza was done. But that could wait. You made your way to your couch, catching sight of Aegon curling up on the couch, a cushion in his arms and a pout on his face as he browsed through the selections on your streaming channel. You nearly giggled at how adorable he was. Was he bothered by your earlier thirsty comments about Miguel? You knew how sensitive your boyfriend could be at times. Suddenly, a lightbulb shone in your head, and you grinned maliciously to yourself as a plan began to hatch in your brain.
Aegon yelped when a figure leaped onto him, dropping the remote on the floor with a loud clatter. Sunfyre came up to the couch, barking excitedly, as Aegon tried kicking at his girlfriend, though in vain. “Woman! What are you doing?!”
“Showering you with my love, of course,” you declared, as you planted loud kisses on Aegon’s face. Laughing and somewhat screaming, Aegon tried to wrestle back control so he was on top again, but you weren’t letting that happen, not on your watch. “Are you upset about my earlier comments about Miguel?” Aegon immediately stopped struggling, instead pushing his girlfriend away and scooching to the far end of the couch, resuming his despondent pouting. You wanted to let out an “awww” at how cute your boyfriend was acting, but you knew now was not the time.
Aegon felt arms wrap around him and soft kisses on his neck, but he didn’t budge as he continued to turn his head away and pout. “Why don’t you go and find muscular Miguel instead? He would be better to cuddle with than me,” Aegon grumbled. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Aegon’s blatant display of jealousy. “Oh, my love, you know that it was all just talk right? You’re still the one I love most,” you teased, running a hand through his gorgeous white blonde hair. “It doesn’t really seem like it,” Aegon grouched.
You were about to make a snarky comment, but you caught the faintest hint of hurt in his voice, and your expression softened. Aegon might seem childish, but after being his girlfriend for nearly two years, you were sensitive to his every mood change, and how insecure he could be despite his cocky, confident front. You knew Aegon had a rocky childhood and struggled with the concept of commitment and love, and his fears of you leaving him when you decided you had enough of him one day. Biting your bottom softly, you moved to embrace him, resting your head on his shoulder as you spoke sweetly, “Aegon…you know you’ll forever be the only one for me right? Even though I behave like a horny, thirsty teenager sometimes, I want you to know, I love you the way you are. And Miguel O’Hara’s muscles will never get in the way of that.”
Aegon was quiet for a while, and you were worried that he was really hurt this time, but then he mumbled, “...even if I don’t have any asscheeks?” You laughed, tilting his head to face yours again, and your heart melted at the sight of his soulful purple eyes. “Yes, even if you don’t have any asscheeks. I’m not that fond of big butts anyway, yours is just nice.”
Aegon brightened immediately, abruptly leaning in to kiss you. The both of you made out on your couch for a while, tangling your hands in each other’s hair and moaning quietly. You were interrupted however, by Sunfyre’s bark and him scrambling on the couch to get it on the “group cuddle”.
“Damn, can’t a man not be cockblocked by his pooch for a moment?” Aegon grumbled as you both broke away from your kiss, grinning breathlessly at each other. Sunfyre stood on his hind paws to try and climb over you to Aegon’s lap, and you chuckled, “Apparently not. I think he’s telling us he’s hungry.”
“Yes, for my attention,” Aegon said smugly as Sunfyre successfully managed to clamber over you and into Aegon’s lap. He scratched Sunfyre behind his ears and smiled, forgetting why he was even upset in the first place. “Looks like you’re not that unhappy anymore,” you noted with a smile. Aegon immediately tried to look pouty again, though since his heart was not in it anymore it just made him look impish instead of mournful. “Noooo that’s not true, I’m still in need of comfort. And a kiss,” he tried to move in for a kiss again, but you flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!” he cried out indignantly, but you soothed his complaints by leaning in to plant a quick peck on his cheek. “Let’s have dinner first, then you can have all the kisses you want in bed later.” Aegon grinned, and moved to shove Sunfyre off his lap, ignoring the large dog’s whine. “I’ll hold you to that, my love!” he called out as he bounded over to the kitchen to take the pizza out of the oven.
You chuckled as you followed after him, Sunfyre begging at your feet for scraps. Screw Miguel and his muscles, who needs him when you have your own loveable little dork right here?
can someone tell me what level of thirst is considered unhealthy because i don’t think me and my friends know anymore.
as always, let me know how you thought of this one shot in the comments and through reblogs! if you wish to be added to an aegon taglist, or any taglist for other HOTD characters, do comment down below! thank you for reading! 💗
#aureliawrites#aegon ii targaryen#aegon fanfic#aegon targaryen#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen imagine#hotd aegon#aegon ii x oc#aegon fluff#aegon the second#aegon targaryen x female reader#aegon targaryen x you#aegon x you#aegon x y/n#aegon x reader#aegon x fem!reader#hotd#hotd fanfic#hotd fanfiction#hotd fic#hotd x y/n#hotd x you#hotd x reader#modern!aegon targaryen#modern!aegon x reader#modern aegon targaryen#modern aegon x reader#modern aegon ii#tom glynn carney#tom glynn carney x reader
164 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Work Trip | Modern AU Aegon
Based on the Headcanon - Aegons Summer at Targaryen Corp
Warnings - slight nsfw, mentions of sex
Series: Falling For You / Rum and Coke / I’ll be yours
Aegon has been working at The Targaryen Corporation for two weeks, fucking his way through the summer interns, Until you.
“Morning Y/N” Aegon smiled, he was sat on top of your desk, smirking at you, a coffee in hand. “Vanilla Latte?” He offered you the coffee, the usual routine he’d begun a couple of days prior. “Thanks, Aegon” you smile at him, but I really need to get to my desk. You liked Aegon, he was sweet, misunderstood, but you weren’t going to fall for him. You were here for a job, not for a needy child.
“You could work in my office today?” He smirked, you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll pass.” Aegon pouted and made his way back to his own office, you were the only person he seemed to listen to here.
You sat down at your neat desk, smiling at the coffee Aegon had brought you. You could see why people liked him, he was handsome, smarter than he realised and incredibly funny, but you couldn’t let that get in the way of your job. Unlike Aegon, you needed the money. You put your headphones in and started working, ignoring everyone else around you.
That was until you heard shouting, Aegons shouting. You gently pull your headphones off, listening to Otto and Aegons argument. It only takes a moment for you to figure out Otto is looking for the folders you have, and that Aegon must have left them on your desk this morning. You stand up slowly, all other interns staring at you, daring to go into Aegons office whilst Otto was there, you grabbed the folders you'd just finished working on and knocked on the door.
"What" Otto shouted at you, looking at you angrily through the glass door. He almost snarled as you walked in, gingerly walking towards Aegons desk. You look into his eyes and smile "thanks for letting me read these, sir, they really helped with what I was looking into." Aegon looked up at you, shocked and confused for a moment, and then realised what the folders were, you gave him a look. "Oh, thanks Y/N, sorry grandfather, I'd forgotten I'd lent the folders to Y/N" he smirked at his grandfather, shoving the folders over his desk and propping his feet back up. Otto glared at you, he did not want someone else 'helping' his grandson. "Thank you, Y/N" Aegon spoke, as if to say 'you can go now.'
As you walked out, the rest of the interns were still staring at you, half the girls angry that you were in the presence of their Aegon. You ignored them, walking swiftly back to your desk. Their eyes are quickly averted as Otto storms out of Aegons office, not even bothering to look at the interns he employed. You looked up towards Aegons office, the frosted glass making him difficult to see. You could make out his head in his hands. You felt sorry for him, but also, you did just save his ass, you knew better than to accept a true ‘Thank you.’
You stayed late that night, as usual, your glasses perched on your nose as your eyes grew weary from the computer screen. “Last one here?” A familiar voice asks you, you assumed he’d gone home long ago. “Yeah, usually am” you replied, not looking up from your computer. He moved over to you, perching on the nearest desk. You finished typing and looked up at him. He just started at you for a moment, not used to seeing you with glasses, before he spoke. “Thank you” he paused, “for earlier.” He ran his hands through his hair, something you noticed he did when he was uncomfortable. “I didn’t expect you to do the work, I didn’t realise I’d left them on your desk this morning” he continued, his eyes staring into your own. You smiled, you’d got an apology out of Aegon Targaryen, you almost expected some kind of fanfare. “It’s alright, I thought it was my work anyway” you replied. You could tell he wasn’t used to any kind of ‘friendship’ dynamic, just being shouted at by his family and being fucked by women. “Could I make it up to you?” Aegon asked, looking nervous. “No, it’s fine, you don’t need to” you replied quickly, feeling a bit awkward now. “Well, it sort of helps me too” Aegon spoke. Of course it does, you thought, wouldn’t be asking otherwise would you. He looked up at you “I…have to go on this business trip, to a conference about the stuff that you worked on today, and I don’t know anything about it, that’s why I stayed late, to try and work it out, but I can’t” he admitted, you’d never seen him so vunerable, so, genuine. “You don’t have to pay, it’s on the company, my father was going to go but Otto is making me, he knows I didn’t do the work” he finished, his eyes pleading you to agree. You looked down at your hands, thinking, it was a bad idea and you knew it, but also, it did look good on your CV and no other intern would be offered this. “Okay” you replied quietly. Aegon looked at you, shocked and pleased. “No funny business though, friends, just friends” you said sternly. Aegon giggled at your choice of words, “no funny business” he replied, smiling. He stood up, grabbing his bag and smiling, before heading for the door. You smiled and then realised you had no idea when the trip was “when is this?” You shouted as you heard him call the elevator. “Tomorrow morning, see you at 9!” He smiled and winked before stepping in to leave. Fuck, you thought, and laughed to yourself. What had you signed yourself up for.
The next morning you woke up at 7 to your alarm going off, regretting staying so late at work and then having to pack a bag for the morning. You’d managed to forget to ask Aegon how long the trip would be, hoping you’d shoved enough if your bag for a couple of days.
You sat at the breakfast bar in your flat, drinking a coffee and munching some cereal before a loud knock made you jump. You got up, confused why someone would be knocking so early, especially with you still in a baggy hoody and joggers. You opened the door and immediately went bright red, a smirking Aegon looking back at you. “How do you know where I live?!” You almost shouted at him. “That’s not a nice way to greet your boss in the morning” Aegon fake pouted, “are you going to let me in?” He asked, looking past you and into your small flat. You awkwardly stepped to one side, wanting the ground to swallow you up. “I’m not ready yet, and you say to be at the office for 9!!” You complained, running your fingers through your hair. “Thought you might want a lift to work” Aegon said as he plopped himself down on the sofa as if it were his own home, looking you up and down. “Wear that, you look cute” he smirked. You shook your head, “wait here, do not come into my room” you said sternly, as if he were a child. “Fine” he mumbled, getting his phone out.
You hastily got ready, matching Aegons smart suit with your own a line black skirt and white shirt. You popped your head round the door to see Aegon where you left him, going back to do your makeup. Of course, as you packed your makeup into your wash bag Aegon had got bored of waiting and made his way into your room, sitting on your bed playing with a pair of your panties from your overnight bag. “AEGON!” You shout, your face once again going red, pulling them out of his hands. “You should just wear those” he smirks back. “Fucks sake why are you in my room!” You shout again, getting flustered and frustrated, pulling your bag away from him as he starts to rummage again, a childish smile on his face. The pout you have become used to reappearing as you pull the bag away with one hand, the other trying to frantically brush your long dark hair.
He sat there, just watching you get ready, packing the last of your things before you leave. “C’Mon” you gesture for him to leave, cheeks still rosy from embarrassment. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed” he grins. You push his hand away, grumpily looking up at him. “Out!” You say, opening your front door, pushing him out of it.
He follows you downstairs back to the car, his driver waiting for him. Surprisingly, he takes you bag, placing it in the boot while you get in the car. Still mad at him, you slam the door behind you.
“So, which airport are we going to?” You ask, pulling out your phone. “It’s not far, about half an hour” Aegon replies, giving you an annoyed look as you pull some folders out. “You don’t need to work now, we’re in the car” he sighs, putting his hand on his forehead. “Aegon, as nice as it is to come on this trip with you, I still have work to do” you reply, scribbling something down in one of the folders you’d just opened. Aegon goes back to his phone. As much as he admired your dedication to your work, it also pissed him off that he didn’t have your full attention.
You looked up as you pulled onto an airstrip, Aegon smirked. “You do not have a private plane” you commented, rolling your eyes, “of course you do.” Aegon just smiled, feeling pleased with himself for impressing you, even if you did roll your eyes. He lead you out, quickly making his way around the car to lead you up to the plane, desperate to impress you further. “Aegon” the pilot nodded at him, Aegon nodded back, introducing you. Still a bit taken aback by the grandeur, all you could do was smile in reply.
You both took your seats on the plane, taking your work out yet again to Aegons annoyance. “Can’t you just talk to me” he grumbled at you. “I actually did have some questions about the conference” you replied, not looking up from your work. Aegon grumbled again “not about work.”
“Aegon, I’m really grateful for all this, truly, but I’m not like you, I’m an intern and if I don’t get this done your grandfather will fire me” you replied, looking at him. You did feel a bit bad, you could see he wanted your attention, and yes, the work could probably wait a bit, but in truth, you didn’t want to fall for all of this, to be lured in by his charms. He sat back into his seat, putting his own headphones on, finally letting you get on with some work.
Once you’d landed, you were taken straight to the hotel, Aegon insisting on carrying your bags as you made your way to the checkin desk. “Mr and Mrs Targaryen, here for the conference?” The Receptionist recognised Aegons white hair, a Targaryen family trait. “No-“ you began, but Aegon interrupted you. “Yes, thank you” he looked up at you, smirking. “Here is your key” she handed a small white card over the desk, smiling at Aegon, ignoring you.
You ran after him as he strode towards the elevators, pressing the button. “Aegon!” You whisper-shouted, “Aegon!!” He looked around at you. “You better not tell me we are sharing a room!!” You glared at him. He looked at you, half smirking, half awkward. “Well…this was sort of a trip my mother and father were meant to be on, but my grandfather got angry with me, and forced me to go instead…I sort of forgot to mention I would be bringing you…” he looked at you, hoping you wouldn’t be too mad at him. “Book. Me. Another. Room” you glared at him, completely and utterly furious. As the lift arrived, he quickly stepped in, attempting to get away from the anger he’d created. You followed him as he tried to ignore you by pressing the 4th floor button. “Aegon, I can’t stay with you, I won’t” you complained. “Look, I’m sorry, I wanted to make it up to you, but if I book another room everyone will know I brought you with me” he replied, looking a bit sheepish. You sighed. “Fine, but you are sleeping on the sofa” you relented, knowing it was a bad idea.
Taglist: @evisnotok @raphaellathedragon @howyouloveyourdragon @fan-goddess @dk65
#aegon ii#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon ii x you#aegon targaryen ii#aegon x reader#aegon ii targaryen#aegon x oc#aegon targaryen#aegon x y/n#modern aegon#prince aegon#aegon fluff#house of the dragon#house targaryen#aegon fanfic#aegon imagine#aegon the second
388 notes
·
View notes
Text
Divide
Aegon x fem!reader
Masterlist
Summary: After the coronation, conflict happens between Y/N and Alicent, where Aegon has to get involved
Content Warnings: just angst and maybe some parts are somewhat fluff
Word Count: 2,325
I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story, and have taken some creative liberties of my own to write Aegon and the rest as I see them, which might be different from how you see it <3
Rhaenys might have spared us, but I felt more in danger now than in front of Meleys. Alicent wasn’t pleased when the guards and I arrived to the small council room, even if it was on Aegons command. I stood there awkwardly as the former Queen stared at me, her father, Otto, watching me closely too.
“Who is she?” Her voice was stern, but the question wasn’t directed at Aegon exactly.
I look over at her kids, all of whom know me. I was surprised, actually, that I evaded Alicents and Ottos eyes for so long, even after becoming close with the young greens. Even after sharing the bed with Aegon many times. Perhaps it showed how little Alicent cared, or how much her attention was elsewhere.
I saw that reflected in Aegon every day. She seemed to hate the man he was becoming but did nothing to change it and Viserys seemed to pretend he didn’t exist at all.
“Y/N.” Aegon spoke, as if that would clarify who I really was. Helaena shifted uncomfortably, and Alicent seemed to notice.
“Another one Aegon?” I flinched as if she had struck my physically, for the implication in her voice was clear. Another one.
“She’s a friend, mother.” To my surprise it was Aemond who spoke. I looked at him but he was facing his bother, his sapphire eye was all I could see.
“A friend?” Alicent didn’t believe him. She looks at Aegon again. “You bring her in front of your wife? Think of the shame you bring to her!”
“I do, mother. At least Y/N actually cares about me.” He meets his mothers eyes and seems to stand taller than he used to. Maybe it was just the crown, but his demeanor had changed.
“We care about you Aegon! We, your family, care. All you do is push us away.” Alicent’s voice echos in the room as I meet Aemonds eye. I can’t read his expression. Perhaps there is a smidge of disappointment. “Maybe if you looked at your wife, at your family, you wouldn’t need to bring a stranger to your bed.”
“I love her!” He shouts back and my eyes widen. Helaena shrinks into herself more.
Before I know it, Alicent struck Aegon. His crown slipped off his head, hitting the ground and rolling away. The silence is loud, nobody moves, and I see Aegons expression change.
I know the strike itself didn’t hurt as much as the fact that his own mother struck him again. Struck him for loving someone. In front of his own family too.
I feel anger rise in my blood as I take a step forward, then another. All the eyes follow me as I make my way across the room and bend down to pick up the crown. I look at Alicent before making my way to her son. I glance at Helaena who gives me a sheepish nod, and I gently place the crown on Aegons head, running my hand to his shoulder gripping them tightly.
“My king.” I whisper, letting him go and looking back at the dowager Queen. “It isn’t in your best interest to strike a King.”
“He is my son.” I see hatred in her eyes but I stand tall. Otto steps closer, but doesn’t intervene.
“Is he now?” I take a step forward, shielding Aegon from her eyes. “Now that he wears a crown you decide to care?”
“The things you lead to could have you hanged.” She stares me down, disgust in her face. “I am not the one who has taken interest in his crown.”
“I have loved him for years, long before he was crowned. Is that really that hard to imagine? Someone loving Aegon?” I shake my head and Alicent is taken aback, even if for a moment. “He is a good man, Alicent. He never was just a monster you seemed to see in him, he was always more than the late King cared to acknowledge.”
“You say I don’t know my own son?” I take a step forward, face to face with Alicent.
“You know him as heir. As a tool to use against Rhaenyra. You don’t know the person you brought into this world beyond that.”
I feel heat in my cheek before I realize that Alicent has struck me. Before I can regain my composure, Aegon has stepped between his mother and I, his sword drawn.
The guards unsheathe their weapons too. I see Otto step towards his daughter. I look back at Aemond, his hand on the hilt of his sword, and sweet Helaena looking away, her eyes shut. Blood rushes through me as I hear my own heartbeat echo in my ears. What have I done.
“Lower your sword Aegon.” Alicent commands, but her voice is low, as if she was the one who got struck. Her own son drawing a sword on her must hurt.
“You will not strike Y/N again.” The King sounds angry, like there is venom on his tongue. I reach out, grabbing his arm.
“There is no need for this.” I say gently, but he doesn’t move.
“If you hit her again, I will have your hand.” He finally lowers Blackfyre and the room falls silent once more.
I feel the distance between Aegon and Alicent grow. He faces me now, gently placing his hand on my face, checking for any bruising.
But I did not care about that. All I ever wanted was to make Aegon happy. Be the fragile bridge between him and Helaena, because I knew they loved each other as siblings still. Join him on teasing Aemond, but hold him back to not actually hurt his brother. Even spend time with his kids. All I ever wanted was to mend the fragile relationships he had with his family. To give Aegon what he wanted all these years.
And yet I was in the middle of the divide. I knew this would affect how his brothers and his sister-wife see him. This would echo and hurt him later, even if he was too proud to admit that it ever did.
But I have seen him cry. Weep, for the life he never had.
I pull away from his touch and look at Aemond, his hand still on the hilt.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper, but his expression remains cold. Helaena avoids my eyes too. I look back at Aegon.
Wordlessly, he takes my hand and drags me out of the room. The door shuts behind us and two of the guard start to follow us. We make our way through the castle to his chambers. Silently he sits down on the bed, lowering his head. The crown slips and falls again but I don’t rush to pick it up this time.
“I didn’t want to get between you and your mother.” He shakes his head, but doesn’t look at me.
“She brought it on herself.” I wrap my hands around myself. He shakes his head again, whispering seemingly to himself. “Why?”
“Aegon?”
“I finally get crowed and its still not enough.” He voice shakes as he kicks the crown with his foot. This time I take the steps towards it. “I can never be enough for her.”
I bend down and pick up the crown turning it in my hands. The steel feels cold and heavy in my grip, like the weight of the Seven Kingdoms was melted into it. I hated it, yet I put it on Aegon again, lifting his head to look at me.
His face was wet from tears. He looked terrified. Crumbling under the weight. The pride and joy he had during the coronation was all gone, and all that remained was this broken boy.
“You are King now, Aegon. Protector of the Realm.” I wipe his tears away with my thumbs. “But you were always enough. I believe even to Alicent and Viserys, even if they failed as parents, I believe they loved you fully.”
“No.” He shakes his head in my arms, his crown almost sliding off again.
“You were named after the conqueror. Your second name day was one of the biggest celebrations, and while there were politics behind it, your mother, she did it out of love.” I grip his face tighter. “She wanted you to be celebrated Aegon. You were and still are her pride and joy. And I am certain she hates that you have to be in the middle of this game.”
“She hates that I can’t play it well.” His eyes meet mine as he sniffles.
“She hates herself for not teaching you sooner.” I wipe his cheeks again. “She hates for burning the connection you two might have had.”
“She thinks I’m a monster, Y/N.” He pulls away, ripping thew crown off his head and throwing it across the room.
There is rage when his eyes meet mine this time, and for the first time in my life I feel afraid of him. All the whispered stories about his sins echo in my head as he rises, dragging me up with him. He stands still for a moment, but his grip on my arm tightens so much, it begins to hurt. I don’t say anything.
His grip loosens moments later, and he falls apart in my arms. Literally.
He is a whole head taller than me, but he drops into my arms, as we both land on the floor. I wrap my hands around him as he weeps into my shoulder. I hold him tightly, rubbing one of my hands on his back. I can’t help but feel the tears prick my own eyes.
I hug him tighter, crying silently.
This wasn’t what we wanted. This wasn’t supposed to end like this. Our story was meant to be different, we should have been on a boat by now, sailing across the Narrow Sea. I should be hearing his laughter, not his cries.
Every part of me hated this. I hated Alicent for forcing this on him, I hated the rralm for not accepting Rhaenyra. I hated Viserys for changing his mind at the very last moment.
We were almost free.
We fall asleep on the floor, with our hearts raining from our eyes, clinging to each other.
I wake up with a blanket placed upon us. I suspect Helaena had visited us. Usually Aegon and I tried our best to not let her see us like lovers, to protect his sweet sister from any more hurt. But she knew about us. Yet she would let me into her room and would even be friendly to me. She allowed her kids to get to know me too. She had too much kindness to spare.
I also see the crown placed on the bed, along with Blackfyre and a change of clothes for both of us. This further confirmed it must have been Helaena, she would be the only one to think of me, despite the events that happened yesterday.
Aegon awakes shortly, and we sit in silence for a bit. His hand intertwined with mine, our backs against the bed. We prolong the moment before he has to face the crown and the sword as much as we can.
“Remember our first morning together?” He speaks softly.
“You make it sound like this is our last.” I respond and he chuckles.
“Far from it.” There is a brief silence. “Do you remember?”
“I do, Aegon.” I lower my head. We were so much younger then. So much more careless, more brave. “We were afraid then too.”
“I was never afraid with you.” He squeezes my hand and I close my eyes. “I was afraid what my mother would do to you if she were to find us.”
“Yet she never did.” Until yesterday, I think to myself.
“She paid little attention to me.” I look at Aegon now, to see him staring ahead, lost in the memories and I can only hope they are the good ones.
Maybe he remembers the morning of waking up with me in his arms, the quiet laughs we shared, the love made soon after. We were drunk on each others kisses then, young and without much responsibility. I mentioned running away to him, as a joke at first.
It was the first time we dreamt about it. Taking Sunfyre and flying off into the sunset. Being young forever, free as a wind. Always in love, always laughing.
“I love you, Y/N.” I look at Aegon, much older now. My heart still loves him the same.
“I know.” My voice breaks a little, which makes him shift his gaze to me. “I will always be at your side.”
“I know.” He glances back at the crown. “And it’s the first time I’m afraid.”
“There must be something we can do to prevent a war.” I plead.
“I am your King, Y/N. I will figure it out.” He sighs, letting his hand slip out of mine.
I watch as he stands up and starts undressing, slipping out of his coronation clothes. I admire his build for a moment as he gives me a smirk, but it’s soon gone as he grabs the change of clothes his sister brought us. I stand up too, just as he fiddles with the crown in his hands. I remember the weight and the coldness of the steel.
I take it from his hands and place it on his head again, pulling him in for a kiss.
“You have always been my King.” I say, smiling against his lips, trying to hold this moment just for a little longer.
But there is a knock on his door. A small council meeting.
And our safe little haven of dreams is destroyed once more, and my King has to go and be the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kigdoms and the Protector of the Realm.
A/N: I am absolutely obsessed with writing Aegon. This scene has been playing in my head for a little while so I am glad to finally get it out on paper. I want to clarify I dont hate Alicent and dont exactly want to portray her as a horrible mother, but from the perspective of Y/N and Aegon, perhaps, she is.
Please feel free to leave your opinion on this little imagine either here or at my AMA i am always curious to what people think. Thank you for reading <3
#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen#aemond targaryen#princess helaena#hotd#house of dragon imagine#house of the dragon#aegon imagine#aegon fluff#aegon angst#aegon x y/n#i always hate tagging my posts#idk why i feel so awkward#anyways#hotd imagines
181 notes
·
View notes
Text
Do you love me?
Synopsis: After a fight with his mother, she tells him you don't love him. So, Aegon does what he does best and invades your existence entirely.
Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Wife (you)
Warnings: SMUT LEGIT JUST SMUT, oral, penetration, kissing, aegon being pathetic.
Word count: 1855
Note: As I said, smut to celebrate 200 followers!!! Forgive me if this is not my best work. I wrote it during the 2 hours I have before my job. (Literally posting this as I'm in the car on my way there) Sill I hope you enjoy the depravity my brain created.
You, peacefully, were writing letters to your family you had left at home to come to King’s Landing. It smelled like shit, the red keep was suffocating, and your husband… Well, he was alright at times.
Today wasn’t one of the days he was alright. You were preparing to give the maester your carefully written messages when the door burst open and a very disheveled Aegon ran in. It took only a moment to notice the streaks of tears that stained his cherub-like cheeks. A strawberry red bruise painted the right side of his face…
“It happened again?” you spoke softly, a slight shiver sent down your spine when he looked at you. Aegon wore the face of a desperate, pathetic and piteous boy who lacked affection from his own kin. It nearly made your heart wrench, but you’d grown accustomed to his displays.
He would do something wrong, sometimes almost unforgivable and his mother would act in the only way she knew how. It was a never-ending cycle, he behaved inappropriately, Alicent found out and hit him, and he came running to you to ease his suffering.
He rushed forward, grasping you by your shoulders and squeezing them tightly. His large blue eyes pleading with yours for some comfort, a silent request to ease his suffering. “Do you love me?” Aegon’s voice was shaky and hoarse from crying or yelling, only the gods knew at this point.
When you didn’t answer fast enough, he shook you, the frown on his face deepening. “W-wife, do you love me?” You let out a deep sigh knowing what came next. You cupped his face gently and wiped the tears away with the tips of your fingers. “Of course… I love you with all my heart.”
His mouth twisted into a crooked smile. Aegon’s black pupils dilated and filled the vast ocean of blue around them. His hand moved to softly caress your face, pushing the loose hairs out of his way. He dragged his thumb to your bottom lip gently tugging at it. Aegon leaned in so his breath warmed your skin and his lips hovered above yours. His eyes were half lidded and lips swollen from biting them, “prove it.”
He whispered into you, and you let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You slowly shrunk down onto your knees, taking your time to unfasten the buttons that lined his trousers. You should be used to it by now, the image of his cock springing out his pants that is. Yet somehow the size never ceased to surprise you.
To be blunt you didn’t enjoy being on your knees or giving him head. In fact, you dreaded it. However, he never failed to reward you in earnest. His constant need to prove himself worthy of something gave you something to look forward to. So, you did not hesitate to wrap your mouth around him and swirl your tongue around his tip. Your small hands that barely fit around him rubbed his length.
Aegon moaned as your soft warm tongue glided over his shaft. He always was the noisiest man you had ever met. The sound of his pleasurable cries escaping his throat made your body fill with confidence. With each moan, his hips bucked against your face. He grabbed fistfuls of your hair pulling you closer until your nose pressed firmly against the base of his member.
You gagged at the sensation of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Delicate tears began to fall from your irises, but you managed to hold on long enough to take his full length between your lips and bob back and forth.
“Look at me. You’re so pretty sucking my cock, wife.” The sight of you on your knees, covered in spit and drool, while you sucked his cock turned him into an animal. “Ah- I love you.” He stuttered out between whimpers.
His words always made you melt into him, they fueled a wildfire of desire inside you that only he could tame. The taste of him flooded your senses and you swallowed every drop of his precum without hesitation. You felt his cock begin to throb and his balls tighten. The amount of seed leaking into your throat steadily increasing.
Not yet, Aegon pulled you off quickly, your mouth let go of him with a pop. He dropped to his own knees pushing his lips into yours with a bruising force, never letting go of your hair or speaking a word. His tongue slipped into your mouth and made circles with your own. His hands moved to grope every part of your body leaving marks where they gripped.
A soft moan left your lips when he moved to unlace the dress you were wearing. He was skilled at that making quick work of taking off your clothes while his mouth never left yours. His strong hands pushed aside your panties exposing your wetness. The cold air sending goosebumps up your body.
Aegon pulled your legs out from underneath you seating them over his shoulders. You hadn’t realized the ache between your legs until his lips were making its way towards it. Aegon trailed wet kissed his way up your thigh and bit down hard on your inner thigh causing you to yelp.
His lips curled into a devilish smile. “Aegon please,” you whimpered underneath him. Of course, he would never say no but the sound of you begging made his cock flutter. He smirked before kissing his way back to your entrance. When his tongue slid across your clit you cried out. He teased you relentlessly, alternating licking and sucking your sensitive bud.
Your hips rose off the ground as you tried to get more friction on your needy pussy. He pulled back to place kisses and marks everywhere you didn’t need him. His hands roamed freely touching every inch of your body. Every touch sent electric shocks through you. Each kiss set your nerves ablaze.
After a few minutes of this torture, you began pleading with him to finish what he started. “Please husband, please.” Aegon’s face moved to hover over your cunt. His nose softly brushing over your sensitive clit, “Say you love me.”
Aegon dipped a finger into your cunt, purposely pushing on that spongy spot inside you. His lips swallowed your clit, and his tongue roughly ran circles around it. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love AH-”
The feeling of his index rubbing your G-spot caused your walls to contract around his digits. Your back arched off the floor as the pleasure washed over you. A scream escaped your lips, you came undone flooding his hand with your juices. His grip tightened as he buried his face further into you.
You tried to squirm away, the stimulation becoming too much for you to bear. You couldn't stop shaking as your orgasm overtook you. All you wanted right now was to feel his thick cock inside you. "Husband," you sobbed uncontrollably.
Aegon pulled back, proudly gazing at the mess he created. He pulled his fingers to his lips sucking on the juices you left, “you always taste so sweet for me.” He leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle yet desperate kiss. The taste of yourself on his tongue flooding your mouth… He wasn’t necessarily wrong you did taste sweet.
"Aegon,” you mewled under your breath. “Wife,” he hushed you with a deep breath as he moved to turn you onto your side. Aegon didn’t treat you how you expected. He never fucked you like a whore, he preferred to cuddle while he rammed his cock inside you. He liked being able to watch you whilst he played with your breast and the feeling of the heat from your back warming his chest.
He placed one arm behind you pulling you tight against his bare chest. He positioned himself behind you looking down into your eyes, he gently lowered his head and claimed your lips with his own. Your tongues tangled together, his cock resting just below your slit. He rubbed himself against you, collecting all the wetness onto his cock before he prodded at your entrance.
"Fuck!" You gasped as he pushed himself into you. The thickness of his cock filled you completely, stretching out your cunt no matter how many times it had been there. His thumb moved to your clit and he began rubbing it gently, sending waves of tingles throughout your entire body.
Aegon moved his free hand to cup your breast as his pace increased slowly building up speed. You could hear his grunts filling the room, the sensation of you clenching around him overwhelming him. His thrusts became harder, his grunts turning into soft moans invading your ears. You choked out praises, “you feel so good h-husband.”
He moved his hand to rub your clit faster. An intense pressure building within you with every movement. His breathing grew heavy as his cock continuously hit your cervix, your cunt trying to squeeze out his seed. “Aeg- please I need you,” you whimpered desperately. Aegon dropped his head into the crook of your neck and sucked on your bare skin.
"Mmhmm." He groaned into your ear, his hips moving quicker, your hips bucking to meet his. Your cries turned into screams as he pounded into you, “fuck fuck fuck,” you panted beneath him. His fingers swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach threatening to break any moment. “P-please cum in me,” you whined pathetically.
His pace quickened, the muscles in his arms bulging with each pump. The sounds of him railing into your wetness echoed throughout the room. Aegon began singing barely audible praises into your ear. As he neared his climax he growled, his voice rising above the noise of your bodies colliding.
You clenched around his length, the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy taking over. Your body began to shake as your second climax washed over you more intense than before. “Gods,” he cried out. You felt his cock pulsating inside you, his hot seed spilling forth and coating your womb. He shoved his lips into yours, muffling the cry that escaped your lips as you reached your finish.
His movements slowed, the sting of him stretching you out beginning to take over the pleasure. You winced as he pulled himself out from deep within you. You laid limp beside him panting heavily, his hands roaming freely over your naked form. You looked up into his eyes that still held the sadness of a beggar boy. “Do you love me?”
You moved forward with the rest of your strength, cupping his cheeks gently. You peppered kisses on his face forcing a smile to escape his lips. “Stop it,” he nudged your head back with his own. Behind the obvious sadness it was clear to see he was holding back amusement. Your expression changed, the mood growing serious by the second. You leaned back staring deeply into his sea-like eyes with nothing but adoration. “Yes, I love you very much.”
#aegon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii#aegon x reader#aegon x you#aegon smut#aegon fluff#aegon fic#aegon ii x you#aegon ii x reader#aegon ii fic#aegon ii smut
926 notes
·
View notes
Note
For Aegon and Aemond
He gets twins but there's only one dragon egg so they decide to, for the moment, give it to the older one but when the dragon finally hatches it turns out it has 2 necks and heads and the other head is interested in the younger twin.
Okay okay, let's see what I can do!
So I'm gonna make them separate, as in one for Aemond one for Aegon.
Type: fluff
Warnings:none
Aegon was thrilled when he saw how his wife gave birth to twins.
A woman like her, the love of his life giving him two children, one inherited his appearance along with her eyes, and the other identical to her.
The only problem was, they were expecting only one.Of course Aegon was twice as happy but, they only had one dragon egg.
His wife decided to give one to the firstborn, until another egg shows up,wich Aegon agreed.
With time, , the little humans kept growing, now at the age of two. The dragon hatched, but it wasn't and ordinary dragon.
This one, had two heads. The odd thing was. The second head seemed to have bonded with the second born.
Aegon was surprised, since never has this happened in dragon history, yet he was delighted knowing that none of his children were dragon less, like his little. Brother once was.
The prince saw how you weren't scared of the small dragons, nor his Sunfire or any other dragons.
Once the children were old enough, they named their dragons.
The girl, oldest one named her dragon Firestorm. She wanted to have a dragon close to name like her father.
And the boy, the younger named his dragon Zelion.a character he heard in a fantasy book his mother read to him.
Once Aemond saw there is one dragon egg, he didn't want to chose between his children. He didn't want to have a child without a dragon like he once had been, or have his child risk their life for one.
His wife suggested to put the dragon egg apart until another one can be found, but Aemond had another idea.
To put the dragon egg in the crib next to his two daughters.
His wife was a bit worried but knew nothing would happen to their child.
As time went on, the children grew and the dragon hatched. Aemond was more excited than his children to see it had not one, but two heads.
The girls and their dragon were inseparable, having a great bond with their dragons. Aemond was so proud seeing that, and so where you.
There wasn't a day were Aemond wasn't thankful for having you and his children.
Things start to look the way he wants, and he loves that.
.
.
So this one's finished, I hope it fits your taste and if you want another request you know where to find me💌
#aemond fluff#x reader#aemond targaryen#hotd x reader#house of the dragon#hotd fanfic#aemond x reader#aemond x y/n#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon fluff#dragons#twins#x yn#aegon targaryen#request#imagine#fan fiction
296 notes
·
View notes
Text
Headaches
aegon x f!reader
fluff / cockiness / aegon will be aegon / Aaaaaand smut of course. Minors DNI, as usual.
"There she is, the greatest maid of all time." Aegon was, regrettably, in a feisty mood this evening. You were Helaena's closest lady in waiting so him calling you 'maid' was a bit humiliating.
Rolling your eyes, you poured him some more wine and sat down on the edge of his bed, kicking off your ornately embroidered slippers. You knew exactly why he had asked for you to tend to his 'headache' instead of a maester. "What an honour, my Prince. I had almost thought you would call me a whore after all of our drunken ... encounters."
Grinning, he lifted his chalice and winked. "Well, you'd be a whore if I paid you." Shaking your head, you reached for your own glass of wine and took a big gulp. "Can we just change the subject, please." Resignation tainted your otherwise cheerful voice. "I'd do anything for you, Aegon. Don't... Please don't show me that you only feel lust when you see me."
Raising a silver eyebrow, he finished his cup and sauntered over to you, nonchalantly pushing you onto his bed. "That is for me to decide, my beauty", he growled and pushed up your nightgown. Heat rose into your cheeks. Was that the wine or the fact that you actually enjoyed getting absolutely ripped to pieces by him?
He tucked his unkempt hair behind his ears and, as if to check if everything was still in place, pinched your nipple. Your little shriek made him chuckle and to your utmost surprise, he fell onto his knees and pulled your hips up to the edge of the bed.
"You're soaking wet", he whispered and gently kissed your thighs. "Everything... for... you...", You managed to stutter, fisting the sheets beneath you. He was unusually gentle and astonishingly, he actually played with you, instead of just drunkenly hammering his seed into your cunt.
"You know,", he said quietly, his finger circling your clit, " I was wrong to call you a whore. Or a maid." You gulped, trying your hardest not to make a sound. On the one hand you already felt as though you could cum in any second and on the other it was rare that he would talk to you without both of you being paralyzed by your drinks.
"You are the best mistress one could have", he breathed out, licking your juice off his finger and pulling of his pants. You nervously looked at him, trying your hardest not to pull him down on top of you. "I... Thank you, Aegon." He placed a finger over your lips and positioned his cock, pushing it gently into you.
Smiling at your flustered, blushing face, he gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "Let me show you how you deserve to be fucked", he mumbled against your burning skin and gave you the softest thrusts. It felt magical and you gave him a small smile in between your moans. He didn't slap you or fold you in an awkward position, he didn't ask you to swallow his spit - he just gently made love to you until he grunted and collapsed on top of your twitching body.
Clinging to each other, it felt like half an eternity had passed before he cleared his throat. "Why do you do what you do? Is it because Mother asked you to do so?", He whispered in your ear. You furrowed your brows. "Aegon, whatever do you mean?" He shakily pushed himself up and gave you a sad look. "You listen to me. You make sure that I know that you are there for me simply as Aegon, and not as the future King. You... You make me feel loved and accepted."
Without a second thought, you gently put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. "Because I care for you. I love you, Aegon." Smiling, he pecked your head and pushed himself up, quickly picking up his pants. "So, mistress it is then. Mistress, fill up my chalice please, I think I am getting sober again."
#fanfiction#asdfghjkl#house of the dragon#i am dyiiiiing#hotd aegon#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon x reader#king aegon#prince aemond#hotd x reader#aegon fanfic#aegon fluff
179 notes
·
View notes
Text
Destinies of Life - Aegon Targaryen x Reader
thank you for the kind feedback, I was expecting like maybe 3 people to read the first part lmao. I used an english to valyrian translator so forgive me if it was wrong. let me know what y'all think! also if anyone will show me how to to the line break, i thank you and send kisses.
TW: grief
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to. This story is my own and I ask no one to copy my work.
part one
_____________________________________________________________
You didn't remember what the servant brought you for dinner. After you ate, you changed into your nightgown and laid down, the servant tended the fire before she left after delivering your meal. You lay on your side, a slow stream of tears down your face, wetting a small patch of your pillow.
You once read in a book about how grief was different for everyone, which made sense because you didn't feel like sobbing or throwing things in anger. Maybe you were in the denial phase even though a part of you accepted your mother was dead. You remember when your brothers died, you didn't sob hysterically or throw bits of anger at anyone like your mother did. Instead, you did the same as you are doing now, silently suffering. You felt like you didn't want to bother anyone or share your pain. But you also didn't want to wallow around in it, because what good what that do. Maybe your Septa's teachings truly worked, a princess must always put on her best face through the worst of it all. Don't let them see you down or wounded, your enemies will only use it against you. though all of it was easier said than done.
You awoke with the beginning of sunrise, hearing the seagulls off in the distance calling to one another. Another cool breeze drifted through your chambers, lightly blowing the curtains from the slightly open window. You nuzzled the side of your face into your pillow; arms and legs coiling in an inwards pull to the core of your body, taking in any last bits of comfort and warmth from your comfortable bed.
You rolled onto your back and stared at the top of your canopy for a few moments before sitting up in bed. You looked around your chambers, it was still organized chaos as your stepfather would have put it. While it wasn't a mess, items were certainly in a state of disarray but you always argued if you needed to find anything you could, as you remember exactly where you last put it. Though now you had to remember there would never be another time of your stepfather making jokes about the state of your chambers or your mother scolding you to be a more organized girl. This would be your last morning here for all you'd know.
Knock, knock, knock.
You turned your head to the door, letting out a yawn, "You may come in." you called out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from your eyes.
The door was slowly opened by a guard who stepped in, holding the door open for the train of maids who came in with pails of hot water. They all apart from one went to your bathing rooms and began to fill the bathtub.
"Good morning, my princess. I thought you'd like a bath before you leave Dragonstone and head to Kings Landing." the maid, Myra said with a warm smile and a curtsy. It was impressive how she was able to do so whilst holding a pail of hot water.
You returned the smile, "I would love that, thank you, Myra. I believe my bathing oils are already in there. Do you believe there is enough time to wash my hair as well?" you replied, pushing back the heavy blanket and swinging your legs to the edge of the bed.
"Absolutely, princess, I hoped you would want to do that. The cooks are about to begin preparing breakfast and very few others are awake yet, I should have you all cleaned and dried off by the time breakfast is served." Myra replied.
"Thank you, you are always so on top of things." You replied, then standing up and giving a small stretch of your body.
Myra nodded her head and headed to your bathing chambers to prepare for your bath. You saw the other maids head back for more pails of water, usually it took 12 large pails of hot water to fill your pearly white bathtub, only 6 maids came with Myra this morning so they'd only have to make one more trip.
You walked across the chilly stone floor to the open window, pushing back one of the blowing curtains. You peered out the window, resting your arms on the sill. Another breeze came making you close your eyes and take in a deep breath before slowly letting it out and opening your eyes. It was beautiful outside, even with the sun just beginning its ascent in the sky. The horizon was a purple-pink color, the waves of the sea lazily coming to shore, the seagulls riding the winds effortlessly. You wanted to enjoy the calm serenity, even though you were starting to feel the weight of guilt settle in your stomach. How could you enjoy the beautiful sunrise and the warming morning winds when your mother, stepfather, and brothers were dead? How was it fair that they were dead and you were alive? A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away as you heard the shuffling feet across the floor. You turned your head to see the rest of the maids back, heading to your bathing chambers with their large pails of hot water. You gave them a small smile, and in return, they bowed their heads as they walked quickly past you.
You took one last look out the window before turning on your heel and letting your arms fall from the window sill. You leisurely followed the trail of maids to your bathing chamber; as you walked in you saw the last pail of hot water being poured into the bathtub and Myra pouring in some of your favorite bath oils and salts. She dismissed the maids who bowed their heads as they walked past you out of the chamber with their large pails in hand.
"Well, princess the bath is ready for you and I've instructed the ladies to begin to pack your things whilst you bathe. Anything, in particular, you want to be put into your travel trunk that will be in your chambers on the ship for easy access?" She asked approaching you, motioning for you to raise your arms.
"Just a few books so I can read and a few changes of clothes." You said raising your arms for Myra to slip off your nightgown.
Goosebumps begin to form on your body feeling the chilly morning air.
"Of course, I'll let them know. I'm going to have them leave out a cloak just in case you decide to wear one on the boat if it gets chilly." She replied, setting aside the gown and offering you her hand. You accepted it and raised one leg up and over the rim of the bathtub and then the other, feeling the nice hot water welcome you. She let go of your hand as you begin to lower yourself in the tub, grabbing the side of the bathtub to steady yourself as you lowered down.
The warm water felt like a warm hug, you scooted forward bringing your chest to your knees and dipped your head back into the water, and submerged yourself, holding your breath for a few seconds before coming back to the surface. You wiped the water away from your eyes, as much as you loved being in the hot water and getting clean, you knew you had to be quick so you could get to breakfast before boarding the boat.
You heard muffles of Myra's voice only bits and pieces of her words, you made out that she was instructing the ladies on how to properly pack your things and what to leave out. You'd miss her dearly.
"Alright, my love, let's get to cleaning you up," Myra said walking quickly back into the room.
You grabbed a bottle of your favorite vanilla-honey liquid soap and began to pour a small bit into your hand.
"Good plan, you clean your body and I'll clean your hair." She said grabbing a bottle of your shampoo and putting little squirts on different sections of your head.
You let out a small giggle, "Did you think I'd be lazy and make you do it all yourself?"
"No, thankfully I'm lucky that you can manage quite well yourself," she said with a smile in her voice, hands massaging the shampoo into your hair.
You both began to work on cleaning your designated areas, You rubbed the soap onto your body quickly and diligently as Myra worked on your head, the amazing massage almost made you fall back asleep.
"Princess, may I ask you something freely?" Myra said, caution in her voice.
"Of course," you replied, finishing up with your soap, and grabbing a cloth to wash your face.
"I heard you are to marry King Aegon," she said with a pause almost contemplating her words, "How do you feel about that?" she asked, nervously.
You let out a breath, gently letting your hand fall into the water to wet it. "I haven't had much time to think, truthfully. I know people must think I'm mad to marry him after my mother's death, but if this is what ends the war and keeps my remaining brothers alive, then I will do it." You brought the cloth up to your face and gently scrubbed it behind your ears and down your neck, "Though I hope has changed from the irresponsible whore, as his reputation has been for years."
"Are you happy about it?" she asked, grabbing the last bucket of hot water and a cup.
You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm not sure, I just hope he is a somewhat decent husband to me. Gods know he barely paid any attention to sweet Helaena and slept his way through half the brothels on the Street of Silk whilst they were married." You began to gently scrub at your face.
She scooped some water into the cup from the bucket and tilted your head back to pour water over your head, using her free hand to rub at your scalp where the water was going.
She kept at is quietly on the different parts of your head until she saw all the shampoo was out and the bucket was empty. She squeezed what water she could out of your wet hair.
"All done, princess." She said giving you a small pat on your upper arm.
You stood up with Myra wrapping a warm, dry thick cloth around you and helped you step out of the bathtub. You were ushered over to a stool, where you rubbed your body oils on and Myra rubbed another cloth through your hair to dry it as quickly as she could.
One of the ladies brought in your small clothes and dress and helped you put the clothes on quickly so Myra could brush out your hair and put some braids in.
"Still damp underneath but it should be dry by the time you get to the boat, princess," Myra said, running her hands through your wavy silver hair.
You smiled back at her, putting in your earrings whilst a maid put on your stockings and shoes.
"Are you excited to become queen, princess?" the maid asked, slipping on your shoes.
Myra gave her a soft kick and a damning look. The maid muttered an apology sheepishly
"Truly Myra, it's fine." you said putting out a soft hand to calm, "I haven't had much time or training I'm afraid but I'm going to do my best," you replied looking at the maid who was now tying your shoe, giving her a smile. She sat your foot on the ground gently and looked at you with a smile before standing up.
You made your way down to breakfast after making sure your things were packed well and giving a final goodbye to your chambers.
You entered the dining room to find the only people there be the servants and cooks who were setting the table, each greeting you with a smile and a 'good morning princess', you smiled and thanked them before taking a seat. You grabbed a plate and picked a few breakfast items and grapefruit juice to begin. Quietly you ate for a few minutes, before a few of Aegon's advisors and men came trailing in as well, some taking a seat, others grabbing a quick bite and leaving. You wanted to enjoy your last few moments at home as long as you could. The sunlight cascaded through the windows of the room.
Minding your own business and eating quietly, you were startled when you heard chairs scraping backward and cutlery hitting the plates. You looked up to see Aegon had entered the dining hall as well. You carefully scooted your chair back and curtsied to him as his men bowed.
"Good morning, I hope everyone slept well, we will be heading to Kings Landing soon after breakfast. The maesters have informed me the winds are good for sailing, so I hope we can get back home in less than three days." Aegon said, standing with his hands crossed in front of him, looking around the room.
You sat back down and resumed eating as the men nodded and some gave their good mornings to the king as he made his way over to you, taking the seat on your right.
"Visenya, good morning. Are you ready to head to the capital?" he greeted you with a grin, grabbing a muffin and fruit for his plate.
You swallowed the grapefruit juice you were sipping. "Yes, Ae- my king. Though I do have a question," you replied, setting down your cup.
He hummed in response for you to continue, you noticed he looked clean and he had light bags under his eyes. You assumed he was up late not getting much sleep.
"Are Vermithor and Silverwing still alive?" You asked, watching him pour himself some grapefruit juice.
He looked at you and nodded his head, "Yes, I made sure to keep them well and looked after during the night." he said, taking his knife and cutting the muffin in half.
"Can I bring them to Kings Landing with us?" you asked hopefully.
He nodded his head again, "Of course. Though the dragon pit was destroyed, I hope to have it rebuilt within the next year or so. I don't know where we will keep them, perhaps let them reside in the Kingswood clearing like Vhagar did, though she preferred the beaches from what my late brother told me. I am not sure where Sunfyre will hang out until the pit is rebuilt." he answered, letting out a breath of stress.
You grinned widely, catching his eyes as he took a bite of his muffin. He smiled back shyly still chewing.
"Is it okay if I go tell them? I want them to know where I've gone and that they are welcome to come," you questioned, taking another sip of your juice.
He nodded again wiping his mouth with his cloth napkin. "Yes, you can, I just ask you to be quick since we need to catch the winds," he said, then softly touching your hand that was resting on the table lowering his voice so only you could hear him, "I do plead that you try not to make an escape or anything, Visenya. We made an agreement to marry for peace and life, I don't want any surprises at the moment, so please take a guard," he instructed.
You looked at him with confusion and furrowed brows, "Try anything? Aegon, sorry, my king, all I want is peace and for my brothers to be alive and safe, I give you my word I won't make an escape attempt, I just want to see my dragon." you whispered back.
He gave a nod of understanding before calling to a few guards, instructing them to lead you to your dragon.
After walking quickly down to the beach, catching a glimpse of your things being loaded onto the awaiting ships, you caught sight of your beautiful bronze dragon, Vermithor, nestled happily on the beach with Silveriwng close by. You practically ran to him, though nervous to alarm the guards.
"Oh ñuha dōna Vermithor!" you called out to him in a sing-song voice. Oh my sweet Vermithor!
The giant beast opened his eyes and raised his head, seeing you walk towards him, he let out a happy rumble. You reached out a hand to touch his enormous snout, feeling his warmth. You noticed the guards behind you stop a few dozen feet from the giant dragon.
"Iksan jāre naejot dārys tegorīr naejot jiōragon married. Isn't bona kirimves?" you said, giving him a rub which gained another happy rumble from him. I'm going to Kings Landing to get married. Isn't that fun?
You put your other hand on him and leaned your head against him, you felt a vibration, some sort of happiness for you.
"Jaelan ao se Silverwing naejot māzigon lēda nyke. Though nyke won't sagon able naejot kipagon ao konīr. Yn nyke kivio kosti jikagon sōvegon." you said, giving him a kiss on his warm skin. I want you and Silverwing to come with me. Though I won't be able to ride you there. But I promise we can go flying soon.
He let out a groan, making you laugh. It was some sort of, We will come but I wish you could fly. He loved flying, he was happiest with you and his mate.
"Iksi naejot henujagon aderī, sepār gīmigon skori ao jiōragon konīr, se zaldrīzes ripo iksis dombo. Nyke gīmigon ao couldn't fit isse konīr dombo. Yn kostā umbagon isse se Kingswood." you instructed. We are to leave soon, just know when you get there, the dragon pit is no more. I know you couldn't fit in there anymore anyways. But you can stay in the Kingswood.
He rumbled once more moving his tail in a happy way, similar to a dog, making the guards nervous. Vermithor communicated that he understood. You gave him another kiss and a few more rubs before returning to your guards. You felt a relief knowing your mount was alive and safe.
"Princess, it appears everyone is boarding the ships, it is time to leave." one of the guards said, looking over his shoulder at the dock and then back to you. You nodded your head and walked along the beach towards the ship, behind you, Vermithor made a cooing noise, almost as if to say, see you soon. You giggled at him.
You looked around you whilst making the walk to the dock, who knows when the next time you'd see Dragonstone and all of its beauty. You even enjoyed having to march through the coarse sand. As you stepped onto the dock and began walking towards the ship you felt the future begin to sink in.
You were to marry Aegon, the man who put your mother to death by dragon fire and who held your life, as well as your brothers in his hands. The man who cheated on Helaena and never took his birthright seriously. The man who usurped his throne and called your brothers bastards. The man was responsible for so much death and destruction. You put your hand to your stomach, starting to feel warm and slightly nauseous.
"You alright, princess?" one of the guards who was helping load the ship asked.
You nodded your head, "I'm not fond of sea journeys is all." you replied looking at him.
"You Targaryens are spoiled by your dragons, I reckon they make travel faster than what a boat for us simple men is," he replied, finishing up with the loading as you approached the ramp up to the boat.
You turned around one last time and looked at mighty Dragonstone, the seat of your ancestors and what had been your home for so many years. It had memories, good and bad. Maybe Kings Landing could be a new start for you, something fresh. You had little memories of it from when you were a child. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out, almost as if giving the island a kiss goodbye.
You turned, picked up your skirts, and headed up the ramp, boarding the ship to take you to your new home and destiny. You looked around, not quite sure what to do or where to go, just wanting to get out of the way. Suddenly another guard approached you.
"Princess, allow me to escort you to your lodgings until we get to the capital," he said, holding out an arm for you to follow him.
"Thank you, sir, for I feel useless and in the way at the moment," you said, following him as he lead you down the stairs of the ship and into small yet comfortable lodgings. You stepped into the room cautiously, looking around and noticing a small bed, a desk, and two chairs next to the window. It would do for a few days until you got to your new home.
Soon you had set sail with everyone on board, you sat in your chair with one of the books that Myra had left out for you, Queen Consorts of the Seven Kingdoms. You almost laughed as you saw the title, Myra had a sense of humor about things that most others didn't understand. At the moment you appreciated it, might as well learn from your predecessors. That's when you also remembered that the direct predecessor was still alive and waiting for your arrival in Kings Landing. You had to admit you were not looking forward to seeing her again. The woman who basically started the whole war.
You decided to push her from your mind and enjoy your reading, hoping the three days would go by quickly. After a few hours of reading and listening to the waves, there was a knock at your door, you looked up as it was opening revealing Aegon and a maester.
You smiled and stood up, giving a curtsy, only to see Aegon put out his hands and give a small shake of his head with a smile, "No need for that Visenya, not when you are to be my wife." he said, walking towards you and sitting in the chair next to you as the maester set down a few things on the table.
"How are you finding your lodgings?" Aegon asked, looking at you curiously.
"They are nice and comfortable, thank you," you said, closing your book.
"Of course, I'm glad they are to your liking," he said, playing with a ring on his finger. "I heard from one of the guards you get sea sick so I had the maester bring you an ailment to help, though it has some Milk of the Poppy in it so it will make you sleep." he finished, motioning over to the maester who was mixing the concoction.
"Thank you, that's thoughtful and kind of you," you said, accepting the cup from the maester who handed it to you. the liquid was a pale blue color and didn't have much of a smell. You quickly drank it before handing it back to the maester, thanking him as he left the room leaving you and Aegon.
You two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Aegon spoke up, "I'm sorry," he started looking at you, catching your eyes, and you raised your eyebrows. "I'm sorry about your mother, about the war, all of it." he apologized, maintaining eye contact.
You nodded your head, feeling a tightness in your throat, "I'm sorry too, our family has brought so much death and destruction, I wish it didn't happen the way it did." you replied, almost choking on your words.
He nodded his head, gazing down at his ring and back up at you, "I know it's hard, but I want to move on from it all. I don't want us to be at each other's throats or hate each other for the rest of our lives over this. I want to try Visenya, I do." he confessed, looking back up at you, violet eyes meeting violet eyes.
You nodded your head, taking a breath, "I do too, I think we both have a lot of anger and hurt Aegon, but I want us to be cordial together. I have heard of husbands and wives who can't get through sitting at dinner together and I don't want that." you responded.
He pursed his lips and gave a small nod, "I never saw my mother and father be loving with one another, I don't want a repeat of that, I already had that once with poor Helaena," he said with a pause, "I've already sent a raven to Kings Landing informing everyone there about our marriage. I hope you don't mind but it's not going to be some big affair, just small." he said, moving his hands dramatically at 'big affair'.
You giggled slightly at his hand movements, "I don't mind at all, there are other things more important than a grand wedding. Us marrying is the important part, I don't mind foregoing festivities and dramatics for the sake of peace." you said, setting your book down on the table where the maester once was.
"I'm glad, I didn't want to potentially disappoint you, but a typical royal wedding would be too costly at the moment and I really need to rebuild the dragon pit and parts of the capital," he explained, reaching over and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
You brought your hand up and caught him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, "I've never known a responsible Aegon, where did he come from?" you joked.
He smiled taking your hand in his, "He had to be forged together once he unwillingly became king. I had to learn quickly that I couldn't be sneaking off to brothels or ignoring counsel meetings anymore. I had to take things seriously for the sake of my family and kingdom. It's not like I could sneak off anymore, my grandfather had guards after me like a hawk after their prey. At the time I hated it, but now I'm thankful he did it for me." he explained, rubbing your hand with his thumb.
You felt a new emotion in your chest, something you couldn't describe but for now you would take it as a sort of pride for him. "Well I'm glad he was forged together, I don't think I'd want to be married to the Aegon you were before you were king, no offense at that." you breathed out.
He laughed, "No one wanted to be married to that Aegon, poor Helaena was a saint for putting up with me. But I'm much happier with myself now."
"Good I'm glad you're happier with yourself," you said with another surge of emotion you couldn't explain, maybe relief?
You felt yourself becoming drowsy and let out a yawn, covering your mouth. "I'm sorry," you said sheepishly.
"You're fine, I promise, like I said there is milk of the poppy in the ailment that he gave you." Aegon replied.
"I think I might take a nap. If I'm lucky I will sleep this whole trip," you said with a laugh, pulling your hands back into your lap.
Aegon stood up with a stretch, "Well consider yourself lucky because when you're king, no one leaves you alone until you demand them to. As much as I want too, I know at the moment it's all important war clean up so I can't ignore them."
You felt another yawn come on, "How is Sunfyre?" you asked, wanting to curl up.
"Still recovering from Rooks Rest, I can't fly with him at the moment so he's flying himself back to Kings Landing. I saw Vermithor and Silverwing heading that way as well," he replied, heading towards the door.
You nodded your head, "Hopefully he will make a full recovery."
"I'm going to let you rest, if you need anything let one of the servants know," Aegon said opening the door and stepping out, gently shutting the door behind him.
You sat for a few more moments in your chair before taking off your shoes and dress, remaining in your small clothes, and climbing into bed. Your last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were wishing you invited Myra along to Kings Landing and hoping your new feelings for this new-responsible-Aegon would not get crushed.
#aegon the second#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon x reader#aegon fluff#aegon ii x you#aegon ii targaryen#aegon imagine#aegon targaryen#aegon ii#hotd#aegon ii fic
114 notes
·
View notes
Text
Anti-Hero
summary: He was the King for a day before his sister took his crown. Being relinquished from his duties was a pleasure, but Queen Rhaenyra’s insistence that he must marry a noble lady is not such a pleasure, even when he has the pick of all the ladies in the realm. His only reprieve was his only friend at court, you, to help him cope with his losses (5.6k)
warnings: only minor warning is mentions of abuse (Otto hitting aegon), this is what I am calling my ‘aegon didn’t want to be king and gave it to Rhaenyra in .5 seconds’ AU, aemond and daemon being a little annoying (canon), aegon being aegon, a small bit of Jacaerys x Helaena
note: another Midnights inspired fic for you all! also, thank you for 500 followers, love you all <3 thank you for continuing to read and support my fics!!
The King for a day. That’s what the victorious and most vindictive supporters of Aegon’s half-sister at court called him behind his back. As if Aegon cared now that he was able to drink as much wine as he pleased and for the first time in his twenty years his mother would not tell him what he should be doing to prepare to be King. He was no King.
The day that Rhaenyra took power she had given him, the King, a choice: honor their father’s wishes or see most of their family killed, bend the knee or die, reject the throne thrusted upon him or perish.
She had, naturally, not said it in those terms but it was all the same. He didn’t want it and to the consternation to his grandsire above all, he gave in quickly. He was not so sure he cared if most of his family would die but he had no desire to rule. For all his distaste for his half-sister, the one who was the lone recipient of their father’s love, he could not deny the simple truth. She would make a better ruler than I.
Those words had the Hand of the King strike him across the face hard, so hard that Aegon knew that the hit had let an ugly red mark on his ivory skin. Just as well, he had thought, it wasn’t as if this was the first time his grandsire had hit him. Kicks in the ribs hurt much more in his experience and after feeling Aegon the Conqueror’s crown on his head was a different type of pain, one he didn’t see wine numbing as easily.
He wasn’t sure what relief was until Queen Rhaenyra banished Otto Hightower to Oldtown, a mercy for him and his grandsire as well as a gesture of goodwill to his mother. It was mercy for Otto Hightower because he wouldn’t be sent to the wall or be killed and a mercy to Aegon because he would never had see his displeasing face again.
He thought he had been free. Rhaenyra knew Aegon had no wish for the Iron Throne and had told him if he wanted one day when he was able, which he took to mean not a drunkard, he would have a place in her court as well as Aemond.
When she had told him this he had snorted, a horribly undignified sound coming from a prince, and he half wondered if Aemond was right the time he said he was more swine than man.
As she told him that he would have to marry a lady from a noble house, minor or revered, it did not matter. But married he would have to be. At that his hangover had cleared with surprising speed.
“It is not so terrible,” you said from the corner of the large hall you both currently resided in, a feast to celebrate the new Queen..
Aegon scowled, turning his head so quickly it was comical, as if he had to show you just how ridiculous he found your words.
While ladies and lords danced, Aegon had left his seat at the table with Queen Regent Rhaenyra, King Consort Daemon, his nephews, mother, brother and sister in search for at your place on one one the long tables with your family. Aegon was slumped against the wall, so perturbed that he would not even grab a goblet of wine as servants passed while you stood prim and proper, hands behind your back, as you always did.
“Her Grace should have fed me to her dragon. It would have been much more preferable than this.”
His voice was sardonic and you gasped, sharply turning to him. “Aegon,” you reprimanded. “Don’t jest about that, I mean it.”
Despite his low spirits at his new fate of having to attend events such as these for all eternity and court and marry a lady he cares nought for, he snickered as he always enjoyed the way you would bristle at his crude humor.
“I do wonder how many ladies in the realm will be eager to marry a drunkard prince who kept his crown for a day.”
His eyes were now scanning the crowd, looking at the people of the court and realm dancing, decidedly ignoring how at least a few from the high table would be looking at him across the room.
“You’re still a Prince,” you told him, trying to be helpful. “And at least you get to choose.”
Your voice held a little resentment, though you tried to hide it. At this Aegon frowned, knowing that your Lord father was not the most generous of fathers who would be inclined to wed you to whoever gave him the best deal and prestige.
“I will speak to Rhaenyra, tell her to help you secure a good match.”
You snorted and he enjoyed how undignified you were then. You did not care for appearances much despite how you held yourself to such a high standard. This was why you stood in the corner with him, all but gossiping and ignoring the lords who would want to dance with you.
“She has her hands full with you I should think. Her Grace does not need to worry about some lady of a minor house in her court. I’ll marry who I must when the day comes as we all will.”
Your eyes surveyed the room already beginning the game of judging all the high and mighty in the room that you and Aegon would play as children and should have quit by now in your older age. With your head slightly tilted up, amusement on your face at the old Lady Tyrell pushing her petulant granddaughter towards Prince Aemond across the room who was, of course, aware of this and turned away with a scowl.
As if on cue, you both laughed at that, but Aegon’s eyes glanced at your face. An unfortunately obvious display of fondness on his face overtook him. Gods, did he enjoy this. Only you made such events bearable.
“You’re missing the fun,” you lilted, teasing him as you turned your head to look at him, a sly smile on your lips.
He rolled his eyes at you, faking annoyance. He wanted to ask who you thought your father might betroth you to and selfishly he wished it would be someone who would reside at court or at the very least be close to the Capital. It was hard for him to imagine attending these events without you.
As you saw Jace and Helaena dancing you found a different kind of smile, one softer and more gentle. Aegon’s eyes followed yours. “At least there is one happy union in the realm’s future.”
Aegon bit his cheek, tasting blood. He agreed with you quietly and was surprised that his quiet agreement was an honest one. He had no love for his sister and would admit to no one, not even you, that he was unfair with his coldness towards her. Now that their betrothal was halted since Rhaenyra became Queen and she had been betrothed to Jace, the heir to the throne, he felt less hostility towards her.
He never saw his sister laugh. When she was around him she was twitchy and on edge but with his nephew she saw her laughing, perhaps even giggling at the fast paced dance or her dance partner, and she had a lighter spirit but possessed a more grounded presence. He had scarcely seen his sister carefree and content, and even he could see it was because of their nephew Prince Jacaerys.
He wondered, half heartedly, if he would even make someone feel that way. It was ironic that as he thought he looked at you again, seeing you already looking at him.
“I thought you did not love her? Want to wed her, I mean?”
“I don’t,” he said firmly and it was true. He loathed the Targaryen traditions, the purity of the bloodline they were all obsessed with and the long hair his brother and uncle kept as a symbol their superior blood. He had always wanted to shed himself of his Valyrian status and he did, fucking every girl without a drop of Valyrian blood in her and keeping his hair short.
“For someone who no longer is obligated to marry his own sister, the one you have so often said you had nothing in common with, you do seem especially sullen,” you observed, matter of factly. “More so than usual.”
He frowned, leaning further onto the wall, ignoring the lack of comfort from the cold stone. “The Queen has arranged for me to have a tour of the Realm. I will be seeing every lady whose father is willing to offer her hand. I am to leave tomorrow morn.”
Your eyes bulged. “Tomorrow?” You asked, shocked and your voice raised unintentionally. “But— but why did you not say so? You do not mean you have known for some time, do you?”
He cringed inwardly. “I have. My mother told me days ago and she had been pleased, even praised Rhaenyra for her planning and effort. How sweet irony is.”
He looked less sardonic as you looked downcast. “How long will you be gone?”
Gods help him. “Four months she told me.”
Part of you wanted to walk away from him to let him known you were angry but you ground yourself to the stone floor beneath you. The way your mouth opened and closed like you were trying to find something to say but words were failing you made him curse himself internally. Finally closing your mouth knowing that you had nothing to say, you looked away from him. This time when you looked out at the crowd you had a blank stare on your face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding very unlike himself. Aegon never apologized to anyone and he usually revelled when he made people uncomfortable and upset. Now the words felt cheap on his tongue, a weak excuse and he felt every bit as selfish as his family had always thought him.
“I am sure the time will pass quickly,” you told him, decidedly ignoring the lump in your throat. “Four months is nothing at all when all the lords of the seven kingdoms will be puffing their chests as their daughters will try to impress you.”
It was not meant to be unkind but the stiffness of your body and the way you almost moved like you were a wooden child’s toy, unsure and artificial, cut him deeply.
He began to say your name, sounding a little desperate, more desperate than he would have liked, but you did not even acknowledge it. “Look at me, please—”
But you only gulped, swallowing the lump in your throat. If he had half a mind he would have thought you were pushing back tears. It was unlike you. You were as kind as strong, never crying or showing weakness as he always did.
In a foolish move out of the sheer desperation that anyone could see if they looked at the corner you both stood, Aegon reached out as he tried to grab your wrist in a gentle way and you jerking your hand to the side, moving your hand out of reach.
“I should visit my family. My younger brother has returned from his previous time as a squire in Oldtown by the Queen’s command. It has been a very long time since I have been able to spend time with him. I will visit you tomorrow before you depart, Prince Aegon.”
You were gone, not waiting for him to say anything as your skirts swished around you at your hasty pace. You weaved through the crowd of people dancing to get to your family’s table, not caring that you almost knocked down one of Lord Baratheon’s daughters, caring much less at the scowl she sent you.
Even as you sat by your brother’s side, your hand on his shoulder and he recalled stories of his time in Oldtown and the Knight he had Squired for, you felt incredibly downcast. You did not know that Aegon’s eyes were on your back and that he was more blue than you were capable of being just as he had no way of knowing his elders at the high table observed the scene.
The next morning when the sun had just begun rising you pulled yourself from your bed, bones still tired and your mind groggy but got ready all the same. You were grateful for the small kindness your servant had granted you as she silently dressed you in a pale blue silk dress and readied you, styling your hair in the simple manner you typically preferred it, a singular braid done your back.
The only reason you dragged yourself across your place in the castle to the end where the Targaryens would break fast together was in the hopes of seeing Aegon. Usually he would eat in his chambers separately as would all his family, although sometimes Helaena and her mother would eat together. The isolation of meals was a thing of the past it seemed, however as Queen Rhaenyra had decided every morning and evening her entire family would eat together. You had thought it was perhaps with the hope it would lead to her half brothers, chiefly Aemond, and her two eldest sons reconciling.
“Lady Y/N, your Grace,” you heard the Kingsguard, or Queensguard now you should say, announce your arrival. As unwarranted your arrival was it was not unwelcomed. You might not have known Queen Rhaenyra and her family well, but you had known the Targaryen Princes and Princess all your life as well as the former Queen. You had even known Prince Jacaerys before his family left to Dragonstone, though it was more from his brief friendship with Aegon before their mothers sullied that.
Queen Rhaenyra looked up at you from her place in the room, an expression of confusion captivating her features though she did look at you like you were an intruder. Her husband, King Consort Daemon, did not have the same grace, raising his eyebrows at you looking like he was flaunting something you did not know, unsettling you.
“Your Grace,” you addressed with a slight curtsey. Folding your arms behind your back as usual and retaining your straight posture you gave her an apologetic look. With a cursory look around the room, you saw who you would know would be there already. Unfortunately, the spot between Aemond and the former Queen Alicent where Aegon usually resided, was empty.
“I apologize for my intrusion,” you said smiling, trying to hide your disappointment. “I had hoped to wish Prince Aegon a good journey before he departed.”
You were proud of how you had masked your pain at his impending trip if it had not been how Daemon looked at you like he knew everything, things you had not even admitted to yourself, that made you look less confident.
“My brother decided to depart early, he left on dragonback some time ago,” Rhaenyra told you.
“Oh,” you loathed how your voice came out small and weak, cursing yourself for how Daemon now smirked at you only slightly and how now Aemond’s eye looked at you like he saw right through you.
“I am sure he will send you a raven once he is settled at Casterly Rock,” Alicent said in a soft, motherly tone.
Right, Casterly Rock. It made much sense that he would go there first. Lord Jason Lannister had a daughter near Helaena’s age and it would be a well united match if their personalities did not clash. The Lannisters had supported Aegon’s claim, not Rhaenyra’s, and this would tie them to her reign further. There was little doubt in your mind this nameless daughter of the richest seat in Westeros was beautiful and regal, meant to be a Princess.
Further in your mind where your most despicable thoughts lived, you thought how someone who would never be a Princess was an unremarkable daughter from a minor house, only the childhood companion of the eldest Targaryen Prince.
“There is no need,” you smiled at Alicent kindly, trying to be grateful. “My apologies again for interrupting your family’s meal, your Grace.”
You curtseyed again, turning to leave, but heard Queen Rhaenyra’s voice. “Lady Y/N, join us for our meal this morning. The food has yet to come and you can take Prince Aegon’s seat today.”
You could hardly refuse and smiled gratefully towards the Queen, moving to sit besides Aemond at one end of the table and Alicent one chair from the end of it. Helaena used to sit between the two princes with her betrothal to Aegon but now that she was betorthed to Jacaerys she sat next to him on the other side of the table.
As you sat down you missed the look shared between Rhaenyra and Alicent. Aemond, unfortunately for your case, had not.
“Very unlike my brother to rise so early, much less after a celebration that provided many pitchers of wine.”
His voice was quiet and only you could hear him as others around the table had begun to talk amongst themselves. In reply you only made an uninterested hum at him.
“One might think that he left if only to avoid seeing you.”
“One can think many things,” you said in a bored tone. “Maybe Aegon left early this morning so he did not have to deal with you so early in the day. I could hardly blame him.”
Aemond had chuckled under his breath if you could even call it that. It was more a huff of laughter and you could only decide when Aegon had said his younger brother did not have a funny bone in his body, he was right. Pleased that he had bothered you, he turned away from you.
You glanced around the table again and had trouble withholding a soft smile. Again, there was Jacaerys and Helaena. Her eyes were moving around her surroundings as she talked too quietly for you to hear, but all your years in the court knowing the Princes and Princess made you aware of this habit Helaena had when she was talking about something she cared about, usually bugs. Jacaerys’ eyes were on her, occasionally softly saying something in return, something you again could not make out, but you had little doubt it was something affectionate and kind as was his way.
Alicent was looking at the same thing you were and deciding to be bold you said to her quietly in a kind voice, “The Prince and Princess seem comfortable in each other’s presence. Congratulations on a match that I am sure will be most fruitful, your Grace.”
Now, that Rhaenyra was Queen and her husband was dead some had taken to calling her Lady Alicent again but you had not. The look she gave you was grateful and she squeezed your hand with a smile and it was not a tight smile you had grown accustomed to. “It is rare for a marriage to be both enjoyable and good for the realm. I am glad that my Helaena will have this happiness for herself.”
“With Prince Aegon returning from his tour of the realm in four months time with a betrothed, it seems the Red Keep will have many unions in its future.”
“Let us hope my nephew does not scare off all the lovely ladies of the realm,” Daemon’s voice was an unpleasant thing as you glance across the table at him.
“Prince Aegon is not so depraved that he will have every lady in the entire realm running from him, your Grace,” your words might have been honeyed but your eyes showed him no real kindness.
If you squinted you could have sworn that his wife, Queen Rhaenyra, shot him a warning look. He only laughed, mocking in its tone, at you, going to his plate as the servants arrived with plentiful food for the morning meal. “If anyone knows his ways I can only assume it would be you, my lady.”
His way of addressing you was not one of respect and you found yourself caring little. The insinuation against you and your friend, very far from you now, was not appreciated. How lucky you were that you didn’t have the hot blood that Targaryens did and let his words down your back like they were water.
Much to your surprise, the meal had not had gone horribly. You briefly thought that something might occur as you recalled what you had heard had happened at the meal before King Viserys had passed, but only small talk took place. Even Aemond, someone who had always enjoyed reading the room and causing some kind of chaos for his own entertainment when it came to his nephews, was quiet as he ate.
When you had left after the meal you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Aegon was gone and would be gone for months, so now you were missing your dearest friend. As you walked around the castle you could only think about how once he did return it would be with his betrothed who would undoubtable become his new companion for life, forgetting whatever it was you had that toed the line of something dangerous.
Helaena spent much time with Jacaerys these days, which pleased you, but you knew that you could not spend much time with her. And were not so desperate to spend time with Aemond, who is disagreeable on his best of days and only someone who you would clash with, unlike your relationship with his elder brother.
Spending time alone was but all you could do now. You walked the castle alone, spent time in the gods wood alone, only not eating meals alone as the Queen occasionally insisted you join her family.
You had convinced yourself that four months was nothing but only two months had gone by and you were growing to resent being alone. Unlike what his mother had said, Aegon had not written you. Not even once.
You wondered if it was his way, leaving you when he found something better. He had not left you before but it had always been on the horizon that he would. His former betrothal to his sister was proof of this, that he would have to leave one day. Now that he had, you loathed him for it, hating that he was now leaving you forever. He was off to find something, someone better and he would not even write to you. The story seemed to be writing itself. A prince and the lady who was not enough. The one who will leave and the one who is left behind in the dust.
The unspoken wish that your father would marry you to someone whose seat was close the King’s Landing or maybe even someone who would stay at court was a sour reminder in your mind at what would never be. In your melancholy, you not only envisioned the prettiest and most regal of maidens fawning over Aegon and how he would not be able to choose as they were all so divine but you thought of how he would never want someone like you, perhaps too plain for him, as a contender for his hand.
Not that you had ever offered or thought of it before. He would not want you, though it wasn’t until now you had come to the realization that you might want him.
That thought alone made you want to run from where you stood in the Gods Wood even as Lady Tyrell was talking to you. You knew she spent time with you mainly to avoid her grandmother who insisted on pushing her to woo Prince Aemond while spending time with you kept her from doing this. Still, all you could do was twiddle your thumbs and try your utmost to resist the urge to run from the Gods Wood even with her by your side.
“Lady Y/N,” Lady Tyrell said in quick whisper, going as far to grab your wrist to pull your attention to her.
You didn’t have the time to look at her with much confusion at her state before she was gesturing to something behind you, a most excited expression on her face.
You turned and there you saw it, Aegon.
The past two months you had convinced yourself you had forgiven him and that he had his reasons you just didn’t understand. But then he showed up and in the Gods Wood and he smiled broadly, almost sheepishly with his arms raised up as he thought everyone would be glad of his presence.
You were and you were not. Nothing was simple or easy with him.
But as you were on the outskirts of the gathering, far from where he was, he did not see you, though you were sure he would not look for you. You prayed to the Gods he would not. Now you had little interest hearing about his betrothed and how lovely she was.
As far as you were from him you could only catch glimpses as he went to see Queen Rhaenyra who stood by his mother and uncle.
“Aegon,” Rhaenyra said, forgetting formalities for a moment. She was not so sure she had ever seen her brother so sober and dare she say, jovial. “You still have two months of your tour left, why have you returned to us so soon?”
“I had little reason to continue. It was getting tiring.”
His easy response and nearly jovial behavior was disconcerting, making Rhaenyra and Alicent look at each other with concern.
“Aegon, you left halfway through your tour,” Alicent meant to chide him but she sounded more weary than anything else. “That’s nearly half the realm who you did not meet as promised and their daughters—”
“Do not worry, mother,” was all Aegon said in reply. “I knew who I must make my lady wife. It would be idiocy to stay after that.”
His uncle was snickering not too far from where Aegon stood with his mother and half sister beside him but he did not care.
“Where is she?” He asked, abruptly.
“Who?” Alicent asked, incredulously. Her eyebrows furrowed, her confusion and worry growing at his behavior by the moment. “Aegon, are you sure you are quite well? You don’t seem yourself.”
“I have not been abysmally drunk in many moons now, mother. That may yet be why.”
“You’ve chosen a wife and given up your vice? Perhaps your mother is right, you might be ill,” Daemon mocked.
Aegon did not notice as he looked around the God's Wood with little subtlely. He spied his brother, give him rest he had no want of the sight of Aemond. Then he saw his nephews. And there, across the God’s Wood looking at him and not looking particularly pleased was you, though he didn’t worry about that.
“Ah! There she is. I must go,” Aegon said with far too much excitement, leaving his mother above all in confusion.
“What has happened to him?” Alicent said under her breath incredulously, only for the Queen and King Consort to hear. “What has happened to make him act so strange?”
“Mayhaps it is the first time the Prince has been sober,” Daemon said snidely. Rhaenyra leveled a look at her husband, quieting him without another snicker.
Aegon strode across the Gods Wood, brushing past Aemond and not caring about the glare his younger brother gave him.
You looked at him as he came up to where you stood with that same elated expression, like he was the reason for celebrating here in the Gods Wood. Still, you leveled a stare at him.
The Lady Tyrell who had been at your side glanced a look a you and the prince before murumuring something about how her lord father needed to see her. Then, you were alone with Aegon and did not say a word.
You felt stony from the annoyance at him and even betrayal when he had left without saying goodbye while he looked far too happy to be the Aegon you recalled hating the idea of marrying.
Perhaps he meet a lovely lady, so beautiful and wealthy that he could not help but beg for her hand.
“I’ve missed you,” were the first words he said, his eyes drinking you in.
The scoff falling from your lips was instantaneous. “You have quite the way of showing it.”
The widening of his eyes made it clear he had not expected hostility. “I thought you would be happy to see me. It has been months—”
“Months of you noting even writing,” you interjected, voice harsh. “Aegon, you didn’t tell me you were leaving until the night before then you left without letting me say goodbye.”
“I didn’t know when to tell you,” he sounded desperate and he hated how it sounded. “And what would I have even said in a letter?”
“You are being cruel,” you said, sounding lethal. “You know very well what you could have said. Anything at all would have been better than nothing, than silence. Clearly, I am not worth such efforts.”
“Please, see reason,” he said and you only scoffed again. “What could I say in a letter that I could not even say aloud to you? I did not want to marry any of those ladies. I did not wish to leave you.”
“I know you did not wish to marry any of the ladies in the realm!” You spat, growing angry now and ignoring his last words instead focusing on how he rejects his duties. “It is all you have ever said. You did not wish to marry Helaena, you did not wish to marry any woman in the seven kingdoms. There is no one you wish to marry— I know!”
“No,” he uttered, voice quiet and the soft look on his face, the honesty of it, made you angrier. “I do wish to marry.”
Your huff of disbelieving laughter did not put Aegon off. “It took me two months of those lords trying to win me over to wed their daughters for me to realize the only lady I would ever wish to marry was in King’s Landing.”
The anger started to melt from your face, leaving confusion in its wake.
“I realized it as soon as I left,” he continued. “That it was you, only you. It kept me up at night knowing I had left you behind and every hour of the day you were the one on my mind. I cannot marry some lord’s daughter if she is not you. I do not wish for you to marry someone if it is not me.”
Your breath left you in a sharp exhale, and your eyes left yours when your head tilted down to the floor. He could not see as your eyes showed all you were feeling, the shock, relief, happiness, confusion at how he had showed you how he felt.
You might have been like him, never wanting to show how you felt, never wear your heart on your sleeve, as you lifted your chin looking at him with neutrality.
“We cannot marry, Aegon,” you said, the silent thoughts that your house was too minor to be significance of the crown unheard.
He was crestfallen, all hope snuffed out. “I see, you do not wish to marry me.”
I do, you thought, it is all I want. The words never left you mouth.
Then, sadness shifted to ill placed anger. “Why? What is it about me that is so replusive to everyone near me, even you? I have shown you who I am all of our lives and you never told me to change. Tell me, what is it about me that makes you not wish to be my lady wife?”
You sighed his name, shaking your head in contempt. “I am the daughter of a minor house in the reach, Aegon,” you said impatiently. “My father is not even a second son but a third son with no lands to inherit. My only virtue is that I am the childhood friend of those born higher than I and my father’s position in court. Just because you cannot see the truth does not mean I am the same.”
“You think you are so unimportant,” he said, as annoyed as your voice had been. “But I know the truth. You are the only true friend of mine. You are the only lady in court that has never teased my sister even when I did the very opposite. I even know as much as you dislike Aemond, you have defended him when a lady had insulted his loss of eye and worthiness to your face. I know you. You are my friend, the one most dear to me, you are everything that matters and if I cannot have you it will only be due to you not wanting me, not whatever prestige your house lacks.”
He seemed to be out of air as he heaved, his expression serious for once and honesty was etched into every part of his face. You were no better, your expression showing how you longed to hear these words and how you never thought him capable of saying these words.
The silence was heavy as stones, both of you waiting for someone to draw breath again.
“I will ask you again, do you not wish to marry me?”
Not caring that there were many important people in the Gods Wood, maybe even watching you both, you grabbed his hand as he had tried to do that night months ago in the throne room at the feast the night before his departure. Your fingers grazed his before you clasped your other hand over his and smiled, “Of course I want to marry you, Aegon. You are the only one.”
He deflated, the heaviness weighing over him leaving him and he smiled back. “My heart,” he said, sounding as close to fond as Aegon ever could. “I will never leave your side again, I swear it.”
You would hold him to it.
+
taglist: @itsghostgirlyo @rosaryos @cullenswife @whatafreakingloser @witchofthenorthstar @m-indkiller @somemydayy @malfoytargaryen @bellameshipper @targaryenmoony @regandjamielola @tarrgaryenss
comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3
#aegon x reader#aegon ii x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon imagine#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon ii targaryen x you#aegon ii targaryen x y/n#aegon fluff#hotd x reader#aegon ii#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii fanfic
625 notes
·
View notes
Note
I literally just asked for a different one but I came up with another. Can you do a one shot where Aegon falls for the Maesters assistant who argues with the maester after asking the husband whether to save the wife or child and not the woman herself. He likes her fire and stubbornness and invites her to drink with him. They bond over trauma and stuff and he gets all suggestive saying oh the things I would do to you and that fire of yours… he then proceeds to ask her to marry him. Again is okay as she’s a 4th daughter to a high-ish lord. After the proposal starts though he goes on about how he would fan the flames to make them higher and any other man would put them out and that sort of stuff. It ends in them sharing a sweet kiss though
Don't even worry, I love getting multiple requests, especially when they're both such good prompts!!!! This one I really ended up enjoying, it was a lot of fun to write!!!!
The Maester's Assistant
Aegon sat next to Aemond, hand on his shoulder as they both grimaced at the screams coming from Aemond’s wife. This was the first of their babes, and Aegon knew it was taking all Aemond had to remain outside.
“Perhaps a drink will calm your nerves?” He suggested, offering his flask to him.
“I do not wish to drink; I wish for my wife to no longer be in pain.” Aemond spat, slamming his fist against the bench, and standing.
The door flew open and the maester hurried out, followed by a young woman. You were quite beautiful and had a furious look on your face.
You grabbed the maester’s sleeve. “The princess and her babe can be saved; we must change her position—”
The maester cut you off. “My prince, Lady Alyra is in great pain, I fear if she does not give birth soon, we shall have to chose between her or the child.”
“No, we will not, and even if that time comes, it should the princess’ choice, my prince. It is her life we are gambling with.” You said, standing between the maester and Aemond.
“If you kill me, I will haunt all of you and this wretched place for the rest of your lives.” Alyra screamed, her voice filling the hallway.
Aemond’s face drained of blood, and he pushed past them and into the birthing room. “Save my wife, we will have another child if she so wishes, but I will not lose her.”
Aegon stepped back from the door, thankful he was not the one having to deal with his goodsister.
“That is the twice you have spoken out of turn, you will remain outside until you are called for.” The maester hissed, pushing you further into the hall.
You stumbled and Aegon stepped forward, catching you. “Are you alright?”
You brushed off your skirts. “Yes, thank you.”
He offered you, his flask. “Quite bold to stand up to the maester like that, I admire a woman with fire.”
“I am working, I should not drink.”
He shook the flask, and you glanced back at the door.
The screams went silent, then a small cry rang out.
“It seems your work is finished for the day.” He smiled, flask still in his outstretched hand.
You sighed. “I will have a drink, but not from that, it would be inappropriate.”
Aegon tucked his flask away and held out his arm for you. “Perhaps I might escort the lady to the finest winery in the lands, then?”
“Oh, will we take your dragon to Highgarden then? I have always wished to ride a dragon; they seem to be magnificent creatures.”
He smirked, as he took your arm and led you down the hall. “There is no need to leave King’s Landing if you wish to ride a dragon, my quarters are just around the corner.”
You looked at him with a shocked look on your face, but his smirk stayed.
“Does that line every truly work?” You deadpanned once you recovered from his words.
“You would be surprised.” He said truthfully, thinking back on how many women had followed him back to his chambers after he uttered that line or one similar to it.
You raised an eyebrow. “I have no doubt I would.”
Aegon laughed and held the door to the kitchen open for you. “My lady.”
“Thank you, good sir.” You replied, your voice a performance of politeness.
Two hours later you found yourself leaning up against Aegon, one bottle of wine in your hands versus the two in Aegon’s.
“He treats me like a common child, I am a lady of the court, and I have worked hard to have this opportunity to study under him, but his methods are barbaric.”
Aegon nodded, his words slurred. “I have lived my entire life knowing my parents despise me, well I speak falsehoods I am not entirely sure my father knows I still exist. Either way, I have tried, and it is never enough for them.”
“That, my prince, is the burden all women face. We will never be good enough, never be worth more, even if our efforts say otherwise.” You clinked your bottle against one of his.
He dropped his, letting it roll away, and grabbed your free hand, pressing it to his lips. “Lady y/n, you fought for my goodsister today, you shall be my personal healer, if Alyra does not request you first.”
You pulled back your hand. “That is kind, my prince, but you are drunk and slobbering on my hand.” You wiped the back of your hand off on his tunic. “I doubt you will remember this come the morn.”
“That fire, that wit.” He caressed your cheek, suddenly seeming stone-cold sober. “If you would only allow me, I would fan that flame into an inferno.”
“Now, you are a poet?” You giggled, meeting his lavender eyes.
“If I was a poet, I would spend my time raving about your beauty, how it calls to me. How your tenacity, inspires action in others, and how your spirit of fire makes my heart and my cock yearn for the flames of your anger to turn upon me.” He leaned closer, his lips a hair breath from yours, brushing against them as he spoke. His voice was low and sent heat to your core.
Your face was flushed with warmth, your heart pounding in your chest. “I do not know what to say.”
“Say you will be mine, Lady y/n.” He said, placing your hand on his cheek and nuzzling into your touch.
“I have been likened to fire before, other men have crumbled and turned to ash.” You warned him, caught between a rush of affection and a rush of fear. Perhaps you had been foolish to follow the prince down here.
“I do not care, burn me, purify me in your flames until I emerge a man worthy of your affection.” His lips were kissing down your bent arm, and goosebumps followed their trail.
You gently removed your arm. “Prince Aegon, if you truly feel this way, find me tomorrow and ask again.” You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then left.
It was noon, and you were starting to believe your own fears, Aegon had sobered up and either forgotten his words or regretted them.
A frenzied knocking at the maester door sent you rushing to open it, fearing the worst.
Instead, Aegon stood there, hair wet, new clothes and a panicked look in his eyes.
“My prince? Is everything alright?” You asked, ushering him inside.
“Your favorite color is blue; it’s calming and reminds you of the ocean. You became a healer to help women and children survive not only the birthing bed, but the rest of their lives.” His words tumbled out and he grabbed your shoulders.
“Yes, these things are true. Do you feel sick?” You gently removed his hands.
He intertwined your hands and fell to his knees. “Y/N marry me, let me burn alongside you, I do not care if there are scorch marks, I will cherish each one.”
You started at him scanning his face, sincerity oozed from his very skin, and you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yes, yes, I will marry you.”
Aegon stood and pressed his lips to your temple. “My ember, I swear to you, I will spark a blaze within you, no other man will ever be able to step foot near you, no other touch will satisfy as mine does.”
“Loud voices often shout words they are not willing to back.” You teased.
He nipped at your earlobe. “I have no qualms about waiting, I shall take you on this table right now. The pleasure I give you will stoke your flames higher and higher until the table is nothing but charred wood and ash. Even then I will not stop, not until you are writhing beneath me, and the whole of the Keep hears that smart mouth of yours screaming my name.”
You could not deny his words had your heart racing, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He tasted of Dornish wine and citrus, his plush lips moving against yours with a skill that left you dizzy.
“My wife.” Aegon breathed against your lips, smile evident in his voice.
“My husband.” You echoed, placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.
“You shall be the greatest healer the realm has ever known, and I, your most valued patient.” He promised, pressing swift kisses all over your face and drawing a giggle from you.
“My favorite patient.” You smiled.
Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess, @dc-marvel-girl96, @shintax-errorr, @bellameshipperper, @the141bandicootndicoot
#aegon x reader#aegon ii fanfic#aegon ii x you#aegon ii x reader#aegon x you#aegon targaryen x reader#prince aegon#meg's writing#thanks for the request!#I hope you like it!!!!#aegon ii targaryen#aegon fluff#did I throw alyra in here yes bc she's my girl#this one also got way longer than I meant it to be but I'm okay with it#aegon x y/n#hotd#hotd fanfic#apprentice!reader#anon request#mail from el
258 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dance of the Empire
Chapter 6 Rules and Secrets
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen × Lannister! ofc x Aegon II Targaryen
Summary: On the feast of Prince Aegon's tenth name day, a dark-haired Lannister girl enchanted both Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra.
Ever since Lucerys Velaryon got away with taking Aemond's eye six years ago, it pained Queen Alicent every single day witnessing her drifting from her and the whole world, finding an escape in relentless studies and training. Lucerys Velaryon ripped way something more profound from his son that night. Is it possible that a woman could cast a light in the darkness in his life? Even after years imprisoned in the cold walls of Red Keep and familial duty, Alicent still had a shatter of hope that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. Or so she thought.
Sometimes, love can be just as destructive as hate.
Especially when her first-born son's suppressed feelings start to emerge; especially the politics of the realm rip away an all-consuming love; especially when demons of her second-son are unleashed by thirst of vengeance.
masterlist
Warnings: mild depiction of violence in this chapter.
Taglist: @marvelescvpe @buglyberry @theroyaldixon @aemondx @heavenly1927 @apollonshootafar
Welcome to the Red Keep, a place where rulers decide the fate of millions, where the servants work at a relentless pace to satisfy the fast-paced demands of their masters, and where noble ladies engage in overwhelmingly stimulating conversations that revolve around the art of weaving while tasting culinary exuberance, where whispered tales travel like both poisonous smoke and intoxicating fragrance.
"Have you seen the dark-haired Lannister lady with Prince Aemond?
"It would be impossible not to. It seems like the Queen has made a successful match. I wager it must have been difficult finding a lady of Katherine Lannister's beauty and status for the prince. Given... his condition. Though I must say, Prince Aemond's courtship of Lady Katherine is quite passionate. My sister overheard from a maid that they have been spotted on Vhagar three times this moon. I, myself, have found them holding their hands in the library."
"Oh dear Lady Meera. That was nothing compared to what I have witnessed in the garden."
"Spill the tea, Alayne!"
"I saw Prince Aemond placing a cherry in her mouth and his fingers lingering on her lips."
"Gods be good. Many would deem such an act improper."
"You know what they say, the blood of the dragon runs hot. However, I do sympathize with Lady Katherine. It used to be an honour to marry a Targaryen, yet it seems that she has bound her life with a deformed."
"Don't be. She might carry the Lannister name, but her beauty is not of the House of the Lion. Her earthly features are a constant reminder of that disastrous marriage. Perhaps. Perhaps, she is the product of her late mother's indiscretion."
"That is a vile and dangerous speculation, my friend. But I have to admit, the idea of it: the Broken Prince and the Bastard Beauty. They do make a lovely match."
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
Unlike her usual attire, Katherine was dressed in a humble dark dress with a black cloak covering her head before exiting the gate of the Red Keep.
As she ventured into the maze-like warren of narrow streets of King's Landing, four men in shadows followed and observed her and those around's every move.
Four Red Cloaks disguised as peasants ensured her safety. After all, she was not foolish to navigate the most dangerous, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Although Katherine's features remained expressionless, her heart contorted in disgust at the sight unfolding before her.
Against one of the many decaying structures barely holding together against the weight of destitution, a drunken man was brutally coupling with a woman she was unsure of willing or not. Puddles of murky water gather in the uneven cobblestones while the foul stink of unrecognizable origins pervades her senses. Vile insults filled the air while pickpockets terrorized the streets.
Suddenly, a wave of cheering grappled her attention. The screams consisted of screams of cheering, disappointment and whimpers of excruciating pain. She gave a signal to her closest bodyguard and entered the chaotic building.
Hidden under her cloak, she weaved her way through the putrid stench and rowdy drunks, squeezing between leering men and scantily clad harlots, desperately trying to suppress her gag reflex from the noxious blend of sweat and stink of their mouths. At last, she reached the epicenter of the raucous uproar, only to witness a chilling sight that sent shivers down her spine. Malnourished children, barely reaching her waist, their skeletal frames exposed, their teeth and nails sharpened to grotesque points, engaged in a brutal battle like savage beasts. With each sickening blow, they toppled one another, painting the scene in a gruesome mosaic of flesh and blood.
While her eyes lingered on the brutal scene, her mind wandered elsewhere.
Greens.
Blacks.
With King Viserys' deteriorating health, the unspoken tension in court and across the realm continued to aggravate.
Who will inherit the Iron Throne? She questioned.
Rhaenyra, the King's named heir?
Or Aegon, the heir by the "order of things."
To Katherine, it made no difference. Both orders would lead to one path, the one that forged the obscenity in front of her.
It had been two moons since she arrived in King's Landing, and she had seen Prince Aegon three times.
The first was their first encounter, during which he goaded his brother into bedding her.
The second was her witnessing him, drunken and mumbling profanities, dragged to his chamber by Ser Errek.
The third was, Aemond striking him down in the training yard in word-for-word 10 blows.
As for Princess Rhaenyra, while discontent about her accepting Aemond's courtship, their correspondence remained consistent and intimate.
As grateful as Katherine was for her somewhat motherly presence in her life, she could not help but to sigh regretfully at her decision to reside in Dragonstone for six whole years, distancing from the ever-changing political landscaping of King's Landing. Doing so has given the lords and ladies who once swore fealty to her switch allegiance.
Rhaenyra once told her that once she becomes Queen, she would create a new order. Back then, Katherine felt a fierce admiration for her aspiration. Looking back now, she sees both entitlements and oaths were nothing but hollow promises: one has to earn and fight for the right to create their own rules, man or woman, especially a woman.
If only someone worthy could claim the Iron Throne.
Someone with an unstoppable strength, with a strategic mind, unapologetic and unafraid to turn over the table if they deem the latter being a mess.
Someone
Someone
Someone like Aemond.
Her hands squeezed the fabric of her robe as his name echoed in her mind. The sweetness of the memory of that afternoon in the garden and the raw scent of blood in the arena composed a perplexing mishmash in her head.
"Duty, honour and family are my motto," Aemond had declared, his voice calm, his gaze still fixed on the pages of "The Fires of the Freehold."
Duty to a family that treats me like a broodmare, enslaved by an illusion called honour. Never.
A sly curve tugged at her lips,
"I knew you wouldn't have it any other way, Aemond, yet I wager many could question tricking your opponent by feigning your defeat is the most honourable way to win a duel, especially the opponent being your uncle Gwayne."
"In a battle, there is no deceit," he lifted his head, "All is fair."
"I say you prefer to win regardless of the rules."
Aemond chuckled," Says the lady who believes her only duty is to herself."
She asked carefully, "Do you ever wish to make your own rules?"
A long silence ruled between them.
Katherine wished to unravel his carefully wrapped facade of faith, composure and duty. She wished him to say yes. Her heart pleaded to say yes.
"I follow the rules to make my own. So yes, I do," Aemond finally broke the silence, his tone soft yet unwavering and his one violet eye unreadable, transmitting a steadfast resolution that quickened her heartbeat.
Aemond furrowed his brow, a chuckle tumbled free from his lips as he leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ears, "But you already know that, don't you? Little lioness? "
Taken back and slightly flushed, she swallowed and met his eye, ready to retort. But before she could say anything, his long fingers rested on her lips, "Close your eyes," his voice at once commanding and assuring.
She did.
For a fleeting moment, she expected him to kiss her and damn codes of propriety.
She gasped in surprise at the sensation of his large hands hovering over the back of her neck, gently closing the distance between them, "Open your mouth."
Her lips trembled as she hesitantly obliged. With her eyes closed, all she could feel was the radiating heat of his breath.
Her tongue detected a small, spherical object, tenderly placed upon it. She savoured the taste, instantly recognizing the sweet tang of a perfectly ripened cherry. In that moment, conflicting desires surged within her. One part yearned to prolong the exquisite vulnerability, surrendering entirely to his touch in the obscurity of darkness. Yet, another part longed to seize control, turning the tables and leaving him at her mercy.
Aemond x Katherine (generated by AI)
Just a sudden, a loud, deafening cheering and the forceful jostling of the nearby hulking man brought her back to reality. A youthful roar reverberated in the arena: a bold boy had just knocked his scrawny opponent unconscious, whom had been carried out by a man.
"We should leave at once, my lady," one of the guards suggested.
Katherine swallowed, "We shall," she slowly retreated from the centre of the mob and whispered, "in the days to come, disguise yourself as peasants and find out about who are the beneficiaries of this arena and report everything back to me. Spare the poor children some food and clothing. But do not leave any trace of House Lannister's involvement."
While she exhaled in relaxation while withdrawing from the horrifying spectacle, her eyes widened her figure exiting from the door of the building on the other side of the street.
Prince Aegon.
Prince Aegon Fucking Targaryen, eyes red and bleary, though body stumbling yet still mumbling explicit profanity to the giggling half-naked women.
Momentarily, they stayed frozen before Katherine enclosed her features in her cloak, but it was too late.
"Lady Katherine Lannister," Aegon immediately chased after her and burst into a grin, "The Exquisitely Odd Lannister," he continued, leaning to her earlobe, "My brother's precious little jewel, venturing alone in Flea Bottom. Who knew?"
Katherine pushed his head in annoyance, "You stink of ale and wine, my prince. And please, I am not stupid, four Red Cloaks are observing my every move as we speak," she covered her nose in a mixture of distaste and amusement, "You look like you have been through Seven Hells and back."
"More like Seven Heavens, my lady," Aegon smirked, "The women here possess more, let's say, exoticism, than the ones on the Street of Silk. What were you looking for? Some forbidden adventures, or pleasure?
Katherine rolled her eyes, "Spare me the details, Aegon," she fastened her pace and mumbled, "The people of this city are living like dogs, perhaps even worse."
Aegon's face contorted in amused confusion, "Why do you care? You are a lion. I am the prince of the blood."
She raised her brows, "Haven't you heard the saying? The water can drown the fleet just as much as it can carry it."
"You sound like my mother," Aegon halted his words, his playful tone imperceptibly turned grave, "I was never the one who built the fleet you speak of, nor did I choose to be born in it.
Taking a corner where a stone dragon on the wall breathed flame, he murmured, "If watching it drown means to be free of its grasp, then be it."
Katherine's eyes widened at his statement. She opened her mouth to speak but could not find the right words.
Being free of the grasp of her family, it sounded like a dream. "You have a dragon, Aegon. Don't you tell me that you haven't thought about escaping the chains of your life," she swatted his arm teasingly, "It's a privilege I do not share, yet here you are, bedding the most beautiful whores and drinking the finest wines. Maybe, you enjoy the privileges of this fleet a little bit too much."
Aegon laughed at her comment. "And what privileges are you searching for in the most dangerous and dirtiest parts of the city?" He leaned closer and whispered, "Don't tell me it's pleasure," he frowned, "You know, if that is what you desire, all you have to do is ask."
"In your wildest dreams, you incorrigible wastrel," she chuckled, pushing him away playfully.
"But in all seriousness," she locked eyes with him, "The small folk, they may not be as glamorous as dragons and thrones, but they're the ones who will ultimately decide our fate. And I prefer to be the master of my own."
"So this is what all your little adventure was about? Surveying public sentiment?" Aegon said sarcastically, shaking his head in disappointment.
"And figuring out ways to improve their livelihood," she nodded, "The greatest stronghold lies within the hearts of the people. No matter how many fortresses you possess, they offer no protection if you're despised by the masses."
Out of the blue, a wagon full of fruit slipped down Rhaenys Hill while a merchant shrieked out for help. Aegon gripped Katherine's arm instinctively from the path of the racing cart.
"Wow, that was something," she caught her breath, "Thank you."
"That," he teased, "Katherine, is what happens when poor ladies busy themselves lecturing a prince and do not even notice a speeding wagon coming at them."
"I guess you're right. I guess we are even now. I saved you from a horse. You saved me from a wagon," she chuckled.
The way to the gate of the Red Keep was rather silent. Both of them are immersed in their turbulent thoughts,
"Aegon, I don't want Aemond to know my whereabouts today," Katherine turned to face him as they were about to part ways.
Aegon tried to read her expression but at no avail, "If that's what you want, Katherine. It will be our little secret."
But why? Katherine? I thought you told each other everything?
#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#hotd#aegon targaryen#aemond fic#aegon ii targaryen#house of the dragon aemond#hotd aemond#aemond the kinslayer#aemond fluff#aemond fanfiction#dark aemond targaryen x oc#dark aemond targaryen#aegon fluff#aegon x oc#aegon targaryen fanfic#aegon ii fanfic#hotd alicent#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen imagine#aegon targaryen smut#aemond imagine#aemond stannies#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen fanfic
26 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
nobeymehere
Obey Who?
happyvalerie
Untitled
adifferentdirection-rp
ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
betcherow-blog
my drawings
vindictivenerdcels
Vendetta