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Aegon II Targaryen/Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+ | minors dni

Content warnings: handjobs, thigh riding, possessiveness, adultery (both Aegon and reader are married to other people), f!reader, no use of y/n, if I forgot to include something let me know

Summary: You are upset when you hear Aegon occasionally still goes to the Street of Silk, so you decide to make it clear to him that you have a claim on how he spends his nights.

Fic also posted on ao3

“I don’t know how Princess Helaena puts up with it,” Yva Ashford confided to you while the two of you sipped tea and nibbled on blackberry tarts in the gardens.

After a week of rain, the first day of sunshine brought many courtiers outside of the castle despite the still-lingering humidity. You and Yva were only one of many pairs of ladies taking their afternoon tea in the rose garden. You knew there were likely even more in the other gardens spread throughout the Red Keep.

Your brows knitted at her comment. “Puts up with what?”

“Prince Aegon,” Yva scoffed. “He goes to the Street of Silk at least twice a week.”

You froze, your cup of tea comically remaining halfway between the table and your lips for a few moments before you recovered.

“And how do you know that?” you asked, praying to the seven that your voice sounded casual to Yva’s ears. That she could not tell how her revelation stung.

“Everyone knows he does not keep to one bed,” she shrugged.

“Yes, but how do you know he goes to the Street of Silk twice a week?” you inquired. You hoped your gentle prodding would be enough for her to reveal her source.

Luckily, it was.

“My handmaid told me. Some of the kitchen helps apparently see him there frequently, and they told the girls they’re fond of, and so on and so forth. Servants talk, as you know.”

You did know. Despite the Red Keep’s size, it seemed as if no one could do anything without the courtiers gossiping about it the next day.

Well, almost.

As far as you knew, no one was aware of your meetings with Aegon. After that first night together, he showed you a way to secretly travel directly from an abandoned chamber to his own. You had been known even before your trysts to walk the corridors of the castle late into the night, having had trouble falling asleep even as a young girl, so no one thought twice whenever they passed you despite the late hour.

You hummed but did not push the subject further. That did not stop Yva’s words from haunting you for the remainder of the afternoon and evening.

He goes to the Street of Silk at least twice a week.

“I’m going to bed, my love,” Roland, your husband, told you two hours after evenfall. Supper had been eaten and cleared away, the hearth lit, and the pair of you spending your evening as you always did - pursuing separate activities.

As every other highborn, your marriage to Roland Redwyne had been arranged without your parents even asking if you liked him. Two years ago, after you both attended the wedding of the heir of one of the lords of the Reach and shared exactly one conversation, he apparently became enchanted by you and begged his father to send a raven to your father asking for your hand. And how could your father, the lord of a much lower house, refuse the Lord Redwyne?

With just a handful of ravens, your future was decided.

You liked Roland well enough. He was kind to you, which you knew was more than some of the other ladies at court could say about their husbands, but even after a year of marriage you still felt that you were married to someone half a stranger.

You will become closer once your first babe is born, your older sister wrote to you a few moons ago. But when that would happen, you did not know. You and Roland coupled perhaps once a week - he rarely initiated, and you certainly did not attempt to pick up the slack.

Perhaps that was why Aegon seemed so appealing to you. You moved to court just a few weeks after your wedding and the prince almost immediately began shooting looks your way that made you feel as if he was undressing you with his eyes. Roland never once looked at you like that. And it was certainly improper for a man who was not your husband to do so.

But you liked it. It made your skin feel as if it was fire. And during the night, when you thought of Aegon, a feeling you had never once experienced for Roland began surfacing.

Desire.

After months of Prince Aegon’s heated looks in your direction, suggestive remarks, light touches whenever you were near each other - one night you finally succumbed to him.

Before Aegon, you did not know women could feel such pleasure. When you and your husband lay together, it felt . . . nice. Intimate. But Aegon made your body writhe and squirm against his, forced sharp cries of ecstasy from your throat, pleasured you until your back arched and your cunt squeezed his cock so tightly his own movements stuttered.

That was three months ago, and you never felt the same again after that first night. You went to his chambers nearly every night, after Roland fell asleep. But some nights Roland stayed up late, keeping you in your apartments. And on those nights, apparently, Aegon sought his pleasure with someone other than you.

You waited a couple of hours after Roland turned into your shared bedchamber for the night before you left your apartments, going straight to the abandoned quarters that would take you to Aegon’s.

Anxiety churned in your stomach at seeing the rooms empty. He was at the Street of Silk. You knew it . Where else could he be? He certainly was not with his wife, as Aegon told you himself once that they barely spent any time together. You did not know how Princess Helaena felt about her marriage - you were not close with her, and you did not want to risk asking the other courtiers, for fear that people would wonder why you were so curious.

As you sat in his empty chambers, your anger and anxiety fed off one another.

Aegon was obviously a lech, why would he view your liaisons any differently than his other dalliances?

Because you were different! You were a married women with a reputation to protect, not some whore. He was lucky you had even allowed him into your bed, that month Roland was away at the Arbor helping his father and brother attend to some business. You feared from the beginning that he would tire of you. But that would not happen without a fight from you. Not now that you knew how good he made you feel.

Finally, after nearly an hour, Aegon returned to his rooms through the secret passageways, confirming that he had gone into the city. His brows rose in surprise at seeing you before his expression turned heated within the span of a few seconds. You were alone in his rooms at night. That could only mean one thing, to him.

You wanted to slap the look off his face, in part because of how your body was already responding to it. Your face was warm and your cunt was beginning to throb.

I am doomed. The seven hells are nothing compared to the torture he can inflict on me with a mere look.

“Where have you been?” you asked him sharply.

“Out,” he responded - maddeningly vague.

Your temper flared at his answer. “To the brothels?”

Aegon walked to his nightstand and poured himself a generous goblet of wine. “What of it?”

Before you could think twice, “I want to be the only one who warms your bed,” spilled from your lips. It was true - you had thought it over and over and over again while you waited for him - but you did not mean to say it aloud.

You knew you were being a hypocrite. Here you were, a married woman fucking a married man demanding to be the only one he fucked outside of his marriage bed.

“And what of my wife? Your husband?” Aegon sneered as he placed his goblet of wine down on the table. He moved to stand within a hair's breadth of you. “Do not think to have any claim on what I do or where I do it.”

His words made you feel as if you had been slapped. In your anger, your breath began to come in heavy pants. Aegon’s eyes moved down to your low neckline, unashamedly ogling your tits as they rapidly rose and fell.

The movement of his eyes set you off. You pushed him so hard he stumbled backwards half a step. It was an extremely childish way to handle your emotions, you knew. The amused look on his face told you that he felt the same.

Wanting to wipe that look off his face, you raised your hands to push him again. This time, he was not caught off guard by your movement and grabbed your wrists. Aegon briefly glanced down at your parted lips - the only warning you had before he brought his lips to yours in a firm kiss.

He bit your lower lip, so hard you immediately opened your mouth wider in shock. His tongue slid into your mouth, moving against yours. A muffled moan escaped you as he let go of your wrists and gripped the sides of your face to ensure you did not break the kiss.

Only when you both needed to breathe did Aegon’s lips leave yours, but he lavished your neck and collarbone with bites and sucks and licks. Nothing too hard to leave a mark but enough for pleasured gasps to fall out of your mouth.

His hands moved from your head to caress your sides and back with a gentleness that contrasted with the harshness of his attack on your neck.

You let out a pleading “oh” as he bit the left side of your neck where it met your shoulder, the spot that always got a reaction out of you.

Your cunt throbbing and wetness beginning to pool between your thighs, you moved your hands to the ends of his tunic, pulling it up. Aegon acquiesced to your nonverbal request, removing his lips from your neck to pull the garment up and over his head. He then turned you around and began unlacing your dress. Once loosened, you stepped out of it and took off your chemise before turning back around to meet his gaze.

The two of you stared at one another, both breathing quickly. His eyes held a fire in them that you had come to know well, his pupils so dilated you could barely see the purple of his irises. His cheeks were flushed and his lips slightly parted.

Not breaking eye contact, you placed your palms flat on the planes of his chest and pressed. You did not press so hard that he thought you were trying to knock him down again but firmly enough that he understood what you wanted. He walked backwards, only stopping when his knees hit the edge of his featherbed.

You pressed again, and Aegon sat down on the bed. Looking up at you with hooded eyes, he placed his hands around your hips and pulled slightly. You smirked as you straddled him, your knees on either side of him.

“I do want a claim on what you do and where you do it,” you breathed as you sat on his right thigh.

You unlaced his trousers and wrapped your hand around his hardening cock. You only had Roland to compare, but Aegon’s cock was longer when hard, with more girth. And it filled you up perfectly.

He groaned as you began moving your hand in slow strokes. Once he was fully hard, the head of his cock red and leaking, you removed your hand from him - feeling a surge of power when he whined at the loss of contact - and spat into your palm, maintaining eye contact as you did so.

“Fuck,” Aegon moaned when you wrapped your wet palm around him again, working him at a steady pace as you lightly turned your wrist with every other stroke. Just like he had taught you.

You watched his face contort in pleasure - his brows furrow, his eyes clenching shut, his mouth agape.

“Faster,” he begged, licking his lips as his pants increased.

You happily obliged him.

His grip on your hips tightened and his own hips began gently bucking up when you began swiping your thumb on the underside of the head of his cock on each stroke.

“You always make me feel so good, Aegon,” you quietly praised, causing him to sigh out your name. “You’re so good to me. I want to be the only one that’s good to you. I’ll do anything.” Your last words came out in a breathy moan.

His eyes shot open at your pleading. You could only imagine how much of a mess you looked. Eyes wild, chest rising rapidly, lips swollen from biting them so hard in an effort to keep yourself from rubbing yourself to completion on his thigh while you watched him in the throes of pleasure.

“Do you love me?” he rasped.

“Yes,” you told him immediately. “Aegon, I love you.”

Aegon came with a whine of your name just moments after you said the words, his warm seed coating your hand. You immediately brought your hand to your mouth, licking his release off your fingers and palm. Aegon groaned at the sight.

Perhaps you did love him. Why else would you become so angry at the fact that he still visited whores?

Still panting, Aegon moved one of his hands from your hip to your lower back. Urging you to rub yourself on his thigh. You did not need any extra encouragement, your cunt throbbing so hard it nearly hurt and so wet you knew your slick already stained his trousers. You tilted your hips quickly, so eager to come from how worked up you were from giving him pleasure.

You sighed when he palmed your breast with the hand not on your lower back and released a sharp cry when his thumb began circling one nipple while he wrapped his mouth around the other and used his tongue to mimic the actions of his thumb. You wrapped your hands tightly in his hair, to ensure he did not move away from your tits.

“Aegon,” you moaned as you moved back and forth as fast as you could, waves of pleasure hitting you from head to toe with each pass of your hips, your bundles of nerves rubbing directly on his clothed thigh.

You were already so close.

Yes yes yes oh fuck oh gods

“Say it when you come,” Aegon demanded. The feeling of his breath on your nipple, wet from his tongue, sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, so blissed out that you barely registered what he said. But you did.

“I love you,” you cried out when your back arched and your cunt clenched. You softly repeated the phrase, and his name, through the aftershocks as your hips slowed their movements.

Aegon removed himself from your chest once your hips stilled, kissing his way back up - the tops of your breasts, the hollow of your throat, your neck, your jawline, your lips.

You returned his kiss hungrily, pushing your tongue in his mouth and moving it against his.

“I want to be the only other woman you fuck,” you told him once the two of you broke away. You looked him straight in the eyes as you said it, so he knew you were serious.

Aegon gave you a look of such tenderness that it made your heart melt. He brought your lips back to his in a gentle kiss.

“You’re perfect,” he told you softly, resting his forehead on yours.

After that night, Aegon did as promised and stopped visiting the Street of Silk. But you made sure to find a way to sneak out of your chambers every night to see him. Just to prevent the possibility.

#I posted this on ao3 last week and thought why not post it here too #first time writing smut and a reader fic #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #hotd fanfiction #tq.fic #my fic

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lauraneedstochill · 1 year

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Aegon II Targaryen + tumblr posts that are definitely about him

original posts: x, x, x, x, x, x + tumblr posts about Aemond Targaryen (part 1) (part 2)

#aegon ii targaryen #my favorite is the first one because for 3 seconds he seems genuinely happy #and we can see a glimpse of his boyish smile #YES I'm ignoring the fact that they made him a rapist it was the dumbest decision ever #also Idk how I feel about the third one???#because um well I personally don't want to fuck him but it seems like a lot of ppl do? so y'all are welcome I guess #I'm pretty sure I will do part 2 for Aegon too #my edits #my stuff #aegon targaryen #aegon the second #house of the dragon #tom glynn carney #hotd

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

INTJ

Gryffindor (although any House could be argued. However, he did fight his own battles and gave the option to those who opposed him to bend the knee before bringing violence.)

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King of Wands

Aries Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising

Known as the Conqueror as well as The Dragon, Aegon was the first Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and King of the Iron Throne. He created the title we know so well: King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

He was the second child and firstborn son of Lord Aerion Targaryen and Lady Valaena Velaryon. Born on Dragonstone, the young Prince had claimed the stunning and formidable, Balerion the Black Dread. Officially, Aerion had three children with Valaena; Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys. However, it was widely known that Orys Baratheon was also the son of Aerion. Aegon and Orys had always been close, and the former relied on the latter for a lot of guidance.

Aegon first wed his sister, Visenya, and later his youngest sister, Rhaenys. The three proved to be an intimidating trio, each flying upon their own dragon, winning wars and ultimately uniting the kingdoms.

With both sister-wives he had a son.

Visenya and Aegon had Maegor (known as the Cruel). And with Maegor the line between Aegon and Visenya ended. However, the Targaryen line continued because of Rhaenys. Together, she and Aegon had Aenys, who went on to marry Alyssa Velaryon and the pair solidified the Targaryen line.

The three Targaryen siblings changed the course of Westeros, and created the tale of the Song of Ice and Fire.

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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today on "viserys isn't the nice guy he thinks he is," we have his willingness to publicly belittle or complain about things he clearly demands of alicent in private. he'll humiliate her in front of high-ranking men for something, then when alone will turn around and berate her for not doing that very same thing.

in episode 4, alicent tries to engage daemon in conversation about the tapestries, offering to go view them together in an effort to reach out to viserys's side of the family. it's viserys, not daemon, who repeats her words mockingly, and then the two of them snicker about it. (bless rhaenyra for noticing alicent was visibly upset here and stepping in for her.) meanwhile, later we see viserys frustrated by the fact that alicent's failed to become close to people like daemon.

in episode 6, alicent is arranging viserys's blanket to make him comfortable. in front of lyonel strong, he acts as if her assistance is a nuisance, complaining to him that he's being "endlessly fussed over" and saying "it's a wonder i can visit the privy alone." and yet seconds later, once lyonel has left, he goes to get up and demands to alicent, "aren't you going to help me?"

as with most things for viserys, i'm sure he's blissfully unaware of how hypocritical he's being. but it's interesting that viserys seems to like to posture around powerful men that he admires (daemon, a targaryen prince, and lyonel, a lord and the hand of the king). he does this at his teenaged wife's expense, but then privately has no problem with demanding that she do the things he's publicly shamed her for doing the moment those same men aren't around to witness it.

i can think of a great deal of men irl who are exactly like this and i have the ick for every single one of them.

#there's also the aspect of him confiding in her that he's not sure whether aegon or rhaenyra should be his heir #and then getting angry any time she questions rhaenyra going forward #like sir YOU ARE THE REASON SHE GOT THE IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!#if you don't want your wife to question your daughter then maybe DON'T QUESTION YOUR DAUGHTER YOURSELF???#anyways #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd meta #house of the dragon meta #alicent hightower #alicent #viserys targaryen #viserys #viserys i targaryen #viserys i

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ophelieverse · 2 years

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I would love you to make an Aegon II one-short in especially he is jealous. sounds very funny for me.

❥Mine first.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader.

This was so funny to write i swear.

Aegon was so enthusiastic to become a father but he didn’t knew he would be jealous of his own son stealing his wife.

Thank you for requesting,hope you like it and let me know what you think!💕💕(sorry for any errors).

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The day prince Aegon found out that his beloved wife was pregnant with their first child,was the best day of his life.

He remembered the moment princess Y/n had told him that her monthly blood was late,the joy in her voice and the little tears in her eyes while she was holding her belly.

A belly where a new life,one that her and her husband had created together with their love,was now growing inside of her each day.

He remembered the sleepless night where he stood awake in their bed,caressing and talking about his child waiting for them to come to this world.But if Aegon knew what becoming a father would have included,and especially Y/n becoming a mother had in store for him.

His son was born two weeks before the spring started,giving him the title of the “Spring Prince”just like his great grandfather and he looked exactly like Aegon did.From his little lavander eyes,tufts of pale blonde hair and the mischievous smile on his little redden face.

Aegon was present during the birth,he had slammed the door open and ran to where his wife laid in pain and in sweat the exact moment he heard the news of her being in labor«I’m here,my love.»he had whispered to her,kissing her warm forehead and taking her hand in his.

Thankfully his son came out quickly just like he did and when the midwife held him in a white and clean cloth«Congratulations,my prince,it’s a boy.»she had told him ready to hand him his son,Y/n immediately stood to sit,ignoring the pain,and snatching her son into her arms.

«Careful,sweetheart.»Aegon told her,coming close to his wife side.

But it was just like Y/n didn’t even acknowledge his presence,her eyes were captured by the little boy that was squirming in his mother arms just like her heart was.«Is he healthy?»she asked immediately with a short breath.

The midwife smiled nodding her head«He kicks like a goat,princess.»

Aegon was thankful to hear that and to see that both the babe and the mother were fine«What will be his name,my prince?»the Grand Maester asked him.

The prince and his wife had talked about this matter for months,trying to find the perfect name for their child.He suggested,for a boy,to be named after his great grandfather,Jaehaerys, but his wife answered before he could speak.

«Aegon»she said,caressing her son face.

Her husband watching up to her in confusion,hearing her calling his name«Yes,my love?»he asked.

The princess shook her head,with a little giggle she placed a loving kiss on her husband face«I want our son to be named Aegon.»she explained to him.

The surprised expression on the prince face didn’t go unnoticed while a thin smile for forced on his lips«If this is what you wish.»he reassured her stroking her dump hair.

«Very well»the Maester said«Prince Aegon Targaryen,third of his name.»

Y/n gazed down at her son,nuzzling her nose to his«You heard that,my sweet baby?You may be the third of your name,but you are the first in your mother heart.»she told him sweetly.

Her husband stood there,beside them feeling like an outsider watching at some beautiful painting that came from a faraway land.The day he dreamed so much about became his worst nightmare,his own son stealing his beloved wife right under his nose.

From the beginning of the spring till it end things went drastically worst very fast.Aegon didn’t remember when it was the last time he had spent some time alone with his wife without their son being attached to her,there was no dinner,no trip,no night where Y/n wasn’t doting and loving the child forgetting to give the same treatment to her needy husband.

As an year later another morning shines through the dewy meadow below,birds break the peaceful slumber chirping out calling each other.

The sun rising from the hills greeting every living creature with its warmth,the clear sky and the little white clouds dancing together with the chilly wind were a sight to wake up to.

But for Y/n there was nothing more beautiful,nothing more that she cherished than the little boy who was giggling in her arms.The brightest of the suns couldn’t compare to the light that shone in her son eyes whenever she was holding him close to her,the white and soft clouds had nothing like his tender and little hands,the sounds of the wind or the musics of the birds where nothing special compared to his muffled funny noises of excitement.

She could stare at him for hours and never get tired of it.Of his curious lavander eyes,his chubby rosy cheeks and his little legs that really kicked to get to discover the world,the world that his mother promised him.A world that would be his one day and that she always will protect him from.

«Where were you?»it was the first lights in the morning when Aegon woke up to and empty bad,the side his wife shared cold and untouched.

Y/n has just entered their shared chambers,a beautiful dark green dress,the color he stared to love thanks to her,was fitting her angelic forms,her hair were a little messy,tied up on her head a few strands escaped the golden hair clip.Her face looked tired,from the way her eyes were about to close,the dark marks of another sleepless night under them,but a bright smile and radiant expression was always visible on her.

She walked slowly towards her husband who was still sitting on their bed,the pale skin of his chest was warm and his blonde hair framed his perfect face«Little Aegon had trouble to sleep,so i stayed with him.»she informed him caressing his cheek.

Aegon took her hand,the one that was resting on his face,and kissed her palm sweetly.He missed her.He missed her so dearly,the intimate bond that they used to share was suppose to become stronger with the arrival of their son,but the small creature had planted his claws on his mother back a dragged her away from him.

«Did you finally put the little monster to rest?»he asked her with a yawn.

Y/n giggled,she was standing between her husband legs as he was now hugging the lower half of her body.Aegon head was resting on her stomach,humming in content as she was playing with his hair«Don’t call our son monster»she smiled down at him«but yes,he’s out like a light.»she informed him.

Aegon tilted his head to take a look at her,oh how beautiful she was in the morning.She always was,at least to his eyes,but having her as the first sight to wake up to,her sparkling eyes,soft lips and delicate skin being the first thing his eyes laid on was still a magical experience after all this years.

«Good»he answers shortly«that’s mean that now you can come and sleep with me some more.»the little sleepy smile on his face was met with his wife sour words,the ones that brought him back to reality.

«I wish we could,my love.But today the small council reunite and our presence will be requested.»Y/n remembered him with a tender voice.

It’s been years since Aegon started to attend the small council reunion,with his father declining health,his mother and grandfather suggested him that the first son and the future king needed to start to get involved with political matters and the realms problems.

Aegon accepted to attend the weekly meetings only if Y/n,his future Queen,was present with him.And of course,as always,at his side,sitting right next him,his wife was holding his hand under the table,listening to whatever Lord Jasper Wylde,the Master of Laws,was rambling about.

The prince wasn’t even listening to what the other members where discussing,not caring of his mother accusing gaze for his carelessness or the disappointment in his grandfather eyes.The only thing in his mind was the sensation of Y/n hand in his,the warmth of her palm,her skin touching his,when was the last time they hold hands?

He couldn’t remember,he couldn’t remember when it was the last time they did something together alone.Anywhere they went,his wife had their child in her arms and no attention for him.He felt stupid,being jealous of his own son.But he couldn’t help it,he too craved all the kisses Y/n showered their son with,all the words of affirmation,the gentle touches and to sleep safe and sound in her arms at night.

Suddenly Aegon thoughts were interrupted,the door of the council room opened to reveal Ser Harrold Westerling.His shining armor reflected the light coming from the windows and the tickling iron sound made his way to the large table.

«Ser Harrold.»the Queen addressed him with a surprised voice«Have something happened?»she asked then,this time her voice laced with concern at his worried expression.

«My apologize,you grace.»he bowed his head,then he turned his gaze to where Y/n was sitting.

Aegon felt his wife straining on her sit as he squeezed his hand in hers«The servant girl,Elyse,said there is a problem.»he stated.

His heart started to race,he heard that name million of times coming from his wife mouth.The name of the girl who was suppose to look after and take care of his son when he or his wife were busy.

What if something happened to his son?

«Where are they?»Y/n asked worried.

Ser Harrold gestured the door«She’s outside,my princess.»

«Make her come in then!»Aegon demanded,yelling at Ser Harrold.

Y/n immediately stood up,the wooden chair behind her screeching the stone floor,her pulse quick in her throat.The young servant girl entered the room and soon the sound of cries and pitch screams enveloped the tense air of the room.In her arms a little boy was crying,his face was red,his mouth wide open choking out sob after sob,nose snotty and cheeks stained with hot tears that were falling from his eyes.

«Princess»the servant called out with a desperate tone«He won’t stop crying and the midwife was nowhere to be found.I don’t know what to do!»the boy was squirming in her arms,his little hand pushing her away as he tried desperately to reach to his mother.

Aegon eyes darted to Ser Harrold«Go and search for the midwife,before i’ll do it myself»he ordered him in a low tone.

Then he turned to look at his wife,at how her arms wrapped around their son,they way she was kissing his temple and whispering lovingly to him to make him calm down.Again the ugly flame of jealousy took place in him.

«There is no need.»Y/n said,caressing down her son back and sitting again next to her husband.«He just needed his mama love.»with holding little Aegon to her chest,the little boy stopped his tantrum,cuddling into his mother love and comfort and closing his eyes drifting in a peaceful sleep.

“Yes”Aegon thought, “I would like some mama love too.”

Aegon frustrated expression was met with Lord Wyled annoyed one.Not just he was interrupted during his presentation of the realm problems,but now a child was attending the small council and no one said anything.

«I’m sorry,my princess.»Lord Wylde started with a polite tone«But i don’t think this is a place suit for a child.»he said looking at the little prince sleeping form.

«Does the presence of my son bother you,Lord Wylde?»Aegon asked raising his eyebrows.

The man looked at everyone in the room,to the Queen who smiled at the sight of her grandson,the Hand of the King who knew better than disagree with Aegon and the other lords who kept their eyes everywhere else instead on princess Y/n and her son.

«Of course not,your majesty.»he answered with a fake smile and bowing his head.

«Then carry on.»

Two weeks passed by,the event still fresh in everyone minds as the young prince Aegon,third of his name,first Name Day had finally arrived.All the court and the important Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms reunited in Kingswood to celebrate.

Aegon was sitting on a blanket,on the green grass,near the lake.His son was playing with a little wooden dragon that his grandfather gifted him while his younger brother was listening to him.

«So she stayed there with him in her arms?»Aemond was sitting with them,enjoying the warm beams of the sun.

The day after,the fact that princess Y/n decided to keep her son in the small council room was talked in all the Red Keep.

Aegon gulped down his wine,before cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand«Of course,he stays with her always.»he stated with a sarcastic tone.

But it was the truth.The blanket he was sitting on,the forgotten crayons and papers,the little toys scattered around them,had seen Y/n more than he did in this long year.

Aemond let out a short laugh«You sound like a neglected wife.»he told to his older brother.

Little Aegon was crawling around the blanket when his father let out«Maybe because i feel like one!»he didn’t know if it was the alcohol in his system or the feeling of being casted aside that grown in him that made him said that.

«Don’t you think you are being a little dramatic?You know how mothers are.»Aemond asked,turning to look at him with a raised eyebrows.

«No,i don’t know and neither you do!»Aegon bursted out.

Maybe he was being dramatic,he loved his son dearly from the bottom of his heart and he missed him too.He never had a good relationship with his father,mostly he ignored his presence in favor of his older sister,Rhaenyra,and now that horrible feeling,the one that started to disappear once Y/n entered his life,came out again.

But he didn’t knew mothers or motherhood would been like this.He didn’t actually had the best role model growing up and seeing Y/n with their son made him realize how much he had missed out.That’s why he was jealous,of something he never had and that now made him feel even worse to try to steal it from his son.

«I know,but-»Aemond tried again.

«You don’t know how it is!»Aegon immediately defended himself«She doesn’t even know i exist anymore,we hadn’t have sex in two weeks and i’m starting to think that she wanted to name our son after me so that she could replace me.»he was shouting at this point but his voice was full of sadness.

«I don’t need to know how often you put your cock in her.»Aemond started disgusted only to receive a stern look from his older brother,then he put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze«But i think that you really need to talk this matter with her.She loves you,for some strange motive,she will understand.»

Later in the afternoon,with Aemond words still in his head,Aegon watched his wife figure by the fire.As always she was holding their son in her arms,preventing anyone to take him away from her,while kissing his face.

«Oh,my little Aegon»she singed with a sweet voice«i don’t want you to grow up.I want you to always stay this little so i can kiss you and cuddle you forever!»their son laughed at his mother tenderness,his eyes sparkling and little hands touching her cheeks.

“How about your big Aegon?”he thought holding the golden cup in his hand.

It was in that moment,gulping down his last drop of wine,that he excused himself,took his son from his wife arms and gave him to the servant girl,Elyse,before taking Y/n hand and walking with her to their tent.

«Aegon»Y/n called after him,almost tripping on her feet«What’s the matter?»she asked worried.

Once inside their tent,her husband let go of her hand,turning around to face her«Our son.»he simply responded with a tired voice.

Her face started to panic«Did something happened to him?»she asked immediately.

Aegon shook his head,a sour smile on his lips«See?You always worry about him!»

«Because i’m his mother.»Y/n answered,like it was obvious.

«You were my wife first!»with that,Aegon took off the invisible cloak he was wearing.

The fear of her reaction,of what she might thought of him,the fear of her leaving him were to heavy at this point to hide all of them.

Y/n stood there,frozen on her feet as she watched her husband pained expression.It felt like her little bubble,the joy of finally being a mother herself,was now dissolving in front of what she didn’t saw all of this time.

«I’m the reason you have a son»Aegon carried on,his voice hoarse«And you act like i’m not even here,like you are his only parent.»

He was tired,she just now noticed that she haven’t slept with besides him for days.When was the last time it was only the two of them?Maybe before their son was born,when Aegon was so enthusiastic to become a father and have his own little family.The one that she took all to herself.

«I’m sorry.»she apologized,her eyes watering mirroring his«I didn’t realize how i was acting.I just wanted our son to never feel like you did,but i even made you feel even worse.»her voice was trembling a bit.

Aegon looked her in confusion«What?»he asked her,he took a few step in her direction.

His hand was was caressing her arm,savoring the soft texture of her skin«When i first told you i was pregnant,you were happy because you knew that our son would have a mother who loves him deeply.Something that you didn’t have and i was so focused on giving him that,that i forgot to gave you the same.»

That was the main reason why she wanted to name her son Aegon,to make everything right with this one.To give him what he deserved,a loving and caring mother unlike the one that her husband had.

They were both crying at this point,he indeed needed all the love her heart was capable of and he was more than happy to know that his son was having it too.

«I also have some love to give him,to give to the both of you.Don’t shut me out.»he pleaded her.

Their nose where touching,they lips only few millimeters away from each other when she whispered«We will need plenty of love for this little one.»taking his hand and placing it on her belly with a genuine smile on her face.

Aegon heart exploded with love,kissing her with passion,his soul finally at ease at the thought of having another child with the woman he loved so much«I hope this one will be a girl.»he said with a short laugh.

But he didn’t care really,boy or girl,he would had love them and his wife with everything he got and just now he realized ho silly his jealousy was.

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fatherforgivethem · 8 months

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Aegon if he was born with Alicent’s hair color

- Please just imagine it!!! The two of them with their dark curls!!!

#aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd #they are twins #her first born her mirror #the boy who stole her features

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officialaemondtargaryen · 9 months

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A Fine Line [part 3]

Summary: You've been with Aegon for a little over four years and the relationship just isn't the same. His brother isn't helping the situation, either. This is a Modern Day AU!

Pairing: Aegon x Reader / Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: Sorry it was late! I don't know if my M,W,F schedule is going to work. I just want to say thank you all! I really hope you like this one and please, I would love to hear your thoughts & predictions! I basically screech like a pterodactyl whenever you guys leave comments! Tag list is open!

Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying, possessiveness, stalking, manipulation, and language, alcohol use, recreational drug use.

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The light from the early, Saturday morning sun filtered into your bedroom through half-opened blinds, illuminating tiny specks of dust in the air. It was warm with Aegon pressed against your back; his soft breaths fanning over your shoulder. You stirred softly, turning so that you were facing him, doing your absolute best to not disturb him so that he could continue to sleep in.

It broke your heart to look at him now, knowing that your relationship was hanging by a thread. Wondering how you got here, how you arrived at the platform of whatever these feelings were that you felt for him. Caught between the memories of what you had once before, and feeling as if you were in this bed alone, despite the fact that he was laying right next to you.

You moved, swinging your feet over the side of the bed as you stood up with a sigh. Aegon groaned, his arms reaching for you before turning back over on his stomach and going right back to sleep. His wavy, golden hair splayed out on the pillows as he shifted deeper into them. The duvet pulled down, exposing his freckled shoulders. It took everything in you not to reach out and touch him.

Even your fingers balled into a fist, nails digging into your palm to keep yourself from it. Why? You'd wind up disappointed, feeling unwanted, and he'd be annoyed that you woke him.

The thought made you want to cry.

It was around noon when he finally emerged from the bedroom. You had lost track of how long you'd been sitting at the kitchen table; a bagel untouched on the plate in front of you. You jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand on the back of your neck, just briefly touching you as he made his way to the coffee maker. It was a fleeting moment, his fingertips leaving you just as quickly as they came.

He was in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Despite his disheveled appearance, he looked close to angelic- even with the dark circles under his clouded, blue eyes. You could hear him inhale and exhale heavily with his first sip of coffee; shoulders rising and falling with his breath.

When did it become this way? This silence?

You used to look forward to Saturday mornings; knowing that you had two full days with him to yourself. You'd spend every weekend tangled on the couch or in the bed, not getting up unless you absolutely needed to. Weekends in the summer were always fun, too. He'd always find something for the two of you to do; getting high at the beach, spending your days at Coney eating corndogs and funnel cake until you wanted to throw up or throw yourselves right off the end of the pier. You missed his ice cream cone kisses and the way he would lay his head in your lap as you would read whatever novel you had brought with you that day.

"Colleen Hoover," you whispered to yourself as you absentmindedly stirred your lukewarm coffee; the last book you remember reading on a beach towel under the hot, July sun.

"What was that?" Aegon asked, turning to face you.

You were broken out of your trance and looked up at him. "What?"

"I think you went somewhere," a goofy smile replaced his signature pout. When you didn't say anything, his smile faltered. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mm," you hummed and took a sip of your coffee before making a face. It was definitely lukewarm- cold, even. "So, awards ceremony tonight, huh?"

Aegon rolled his eyes, "If I could just not, I would not."

You stood up and dumped your cold coffee down the drain and sat your cup in the sink. "But babe," you sighed softly and reached for him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Look at everything you've accomplished, what you've become! You've worked so hard!"

His eyes were glued to the floor. "You're right," his lips turned up into a smile as he looked up at you through fair lashes. His hands caressed the skin on the back of your arms. "I've worked really hard, and soon it will all pay off and we'll buy a house and get a dog." His forehead pressed against yours as he sighed. His eyes fluttered shut. "A golden retriever, we'll name him Sunny."

"Sunny sounds like he's a really good boy," you whispered and moved to place a kiss on his lips.

"The best," his body became less tense.

You smiled as you stood like that for a moment, just swaying back and forth as he held you so close that you could feel his heartbeat. He was so warm in your arms that you felt like you were holding onto a piece of the sun. You turned your head to place a kiss on the side of his neck, lips brushing the soft skin under his ear, wanting nothing but to tell him that you loved him, that you missed him, that you wanted things to go back to the way they were. But your eyes fluttered open as you heard his phone vibrate on the counter, the moment instantly shattering to bring you back to the reality of your mediocre life. Aegon tensed, his head falling to your shoulder as he groaned in annoyance.

"And so it begins," he mumbled. He let the phone ring, knowing that Otto would call back immediately after it went to voicemail.

Before he could leave the kitchen, you stopped him.

"Hey, would you mind if I invited Aemond to go bowling with us tonight?" You asked, gnawing on the inside of your cheek.

"Not at all," he shrugged. "It'd probably be good for him to get out. Let me see what this fucker wants and then I'll text you his number."

Aegon left shortly after, having been summoned to some "pre-ceremony conference" just to finalize the details of the evening. He had sent over Aemond's contact information before he left, promising that he would see you later tonight. Suddenly you found yourself alone, the silence sitting with you like a friend that you'd run out of things to talk about with.

You stared at your phone for what felt like hours, thumbs hovering over the keyboard; not sure why 'hey, did you really want to go bowling' was such a hard thing to say, but you typed it and deleted it about one hundred times. The final time you typed the words, you quickly pressed the tiny, blue arrow, sending the message into the void before setting your phone face down on the table and standing up.

Before you had even turned to walk out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom, you heard a ding! The butterflies in your stomach, which shouldn't have been there, fluttered mercilessly almost making you nauseous. You inhaled at the sight of the words on the screen, your eyes scanning them over and over again: "Of course, I'll see you there." What was most likely an unambiguous winking emoji at the end of that sentence- because in your experience, men didn't know what emojis even were- was staring back at you with a strange tension that caused a knot to form in your throat.

It was wrong.

It was all so, so wrong.

You placed your phone back down on the kitchen table and shook your head; fighting an internal battle with the guilt and the excitement that you felt. Neither one was winning, but both were slowly tearing you in half.

The thought of cancelling crossed your mind as you showered, but only because you found yourself fantasizing about every possible scenario that would lead to this night ending with you on your back in Aemond's bed. You pictured a navy blue duvet and cold, cotton sheets; a wooden headboard tapping against dark colored walls. Your legs clenched together at the thought of his weight pressing down on you.

As you continued to get ready, the images were becoming ingrained on the back of your eyelids. Every time you closed your eyes small details would change; positions, locations, where his mouth was on your body, the lighting of the room, the scent of his cologne, if his hair was up or down. You had tried to reason with yourself, that this was a completely normal feeling, that you just hadn't been laid in a while.

It didn't make a difference.

You half-hoped that he wouldn't follow through with his plans to meet you at the bowling alley. However, when you turned the corner on to 9th Avenue, you noticed his lithe figure leaning against the outside of the building. You stopped for a few seconds, watching him as he stood there; his warm breath swirling in the frigid, January air as he checked his phone.

Seconds later you felt a vibration in your pocket: "I'm here."

"I have to ask, what is your haircare routine because I've yet to see you have a bad hair day." You texted back.

He looked up and around until his gaze caught you, a small smile tugged at his lips as he pushed himself off of the side of the building. You joined him at his side, your neck craned to see his face.

"It is surprisingly simple, but if I told you then I'd have to kill you," he said so smoothly he could have rehearsed it. "And I like you," he added as he opened the door into the bowling alley and gestured for you to go inside. "So, I'd rather not say."

You smirked at his words, eyes rolling slightly. "If you ever change your mind, here's my business card-" of course you had one with you. "My readers would love to know."

He chuckled at that, "I absolutely will," and tucked the card in his coat pocket. "So who's birthday is it?"

"My coworker, Jace," you replied as you scoured the lanes for Baela and Jace. "He's probably a few years younger than you, writes really thoughtful obituaries." You spotted Baela and waved. "Baela is here, too. You met her last night."

You weren't sure why you felt nervous. Aemond certainly didn't seem to be. He was so calm and collected, and cool, as if it was effortless to him; as if he didn't command every eye to look at him the moment he entered a room. The look on Baela's face couldn't have been further from calm, collected, and cool. Her white curls fell over furrowed brows and her lips were pushed to the side.

Jace just looked happy to be there.

"Hey guys," you greeted as you stepped down to the table they were sitting at. "Happy birthday, Jace!" You moved to give him a quick hug. "Jace this is Aegon's brother, Aemond. Aemond, this is Jace. Aegon couldn't make it, some work thing."

"Lucky me," Aemond smirked as he shook Jace's hand. "It's nice to meet you." He then turned his attention to Baela. "Lovely to see you again, Baela."

Despite her rigid expression earlier, you did see her cheeks turn just a shade darker as he kissed her knuckles. You smiled to yourself.

"You guys should go get shoes," Jace mentioned. "Unless you're afraid to lose."

Aemond's eye squinted as he looked at Jace and laughed, "In a hurry to get shown up on your birthday?"

"Go get the shoes!" You groaned at him, pushing him towards the rental counter. "I'm a size __." Your eyes followed Aemond as he disappeared through the crowd before you turned your attention back to Baela. "What?"

Her arms were crossed over her chest. "I'm just concerned," she says softly. "You've been here all of five minutes and I haven't seen you this happy in two years? I just don't want you to do something that you'll regret."

Your shoulders slump and you rolled your eyes dramatically. "Baela, I'm just-" you stopped when you saw Aemond making his way back over to the table. "Being nice! Two people can be just friends."

She gave you a look but dropped the subject as Aemond dropped your bowling shoes in front of your feet. Someone ordered a round of shots, and then a second round, and a third. It was starting to get warm, the music was loud, and you felt good. Aemond was surprisingly extroverted, despite the enigmatic aura he typically projected. He seemed so nonchalant, like he belonged there, like he was good at it.

The game was obviously competitive, with Jace and Aemond doing their best to one-up each other with every strike. They carried most of the score, while you and Baela joked around, not really caring. You stepped up to the line, getting ready to throw the swirly purple and teal ball down the lane.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You heard behind you. A flurry of pale blonde hair bounced towards your side. "I've watched you throw three straight gutter balls, please, allow me?"

"What?" You gasped. "I know we're behind, but I'm not going to cheat and let you take my shot for me!"

Aemond held a hand to his chest, "The fact that you would even insinuate that I'd allow you to cheat!" He scoffed. "Please, just-"

He turned you back to face the pins, the contact of his hands on your shoulders made you disoriented. You tried to breathe, but it was so warm in there. There was a slight rosy hue to his otherwise pale cheeks as he towered over you. His hands lingered still on your shoulders. You tried not to pay attention to the way his fingers pressed into your skin as your blouse shifted beneath his grip.

"Put your feet here," he instructed and pointed to where you should stand with his toe. One hand dropped to the small of your back, you swallowed thick. "Now," his lips were dangerously close to your ear. "Line your ball up with that pin and when you step up to throw, bring this leg back."

You felt the inside of your body clenching as his hands dropped to your waist. Your cheeks flushed as the hair on the back of your neck stood straight.

Following his instruction, you took a few steps up to the pine and released your ball. Within seconds it curved to the left, falling straight into the gutter once more. You turned to look at him with a disappointed frown. His lips couldn't help but begin to turn upwards at your failure.

“I thought you said you were good at this?” You say to Aemond, giving him a playful shove. "We're going to lose!"

"And you'd blame me?" He asked with a smile.

"You instructed me right into a gutter ball!" You threw your hands up.

"My instruction was flawless, as always," you could hear the double entendre in his voice. "Not my fault you couldn't focus."

"I beg to differ," you quipped under your breath, knowing that he was close enough to hear you.

On his next turn, Jace bowled a strike to win the game. The scores weren't even close, but it didn't matter. You'd had more fun tonight than you'd had in- well, since you could remember. For a moment, you'd wished Aegon had been here, but you shut the door on that thought as you checked your phone to see that he hadn't texted you- not even to check in- since he left the apartment earlier.

Your eyes connected with Aemond as you slipped your phone back into your pocket and you smiled softly. You hardly knew him, but you could tell he knew; Aegon was his brother, after all.

"Another game?" Jace asked.

"I don't think I have another game in me," you chuckled. "My shoulder is killing me after the three games we just played."

"The three games you lost, you mean?" Jace countered.

"Hey, I know it's your birthday, but I will still kick your ass!" You laughed as you slipped out of your bowling shoes.

"We'll have a rematch, soon." Aemond interjected, holding his hand out to Jace. "Good match."

"Girls versus guys next time, maybe?" Jace laughed and shook Aemond's hand.

"That wouldn't be fair," Aemond mentioned with a cocky smirk.

"I wouldn't underestimate us," Baela added as she slung her arm over your shoulder and began walking with you towards the counter to drop off your shoes.

The midnight air was numbing as you stepped out of the comforting warmth of the bowling alley. You were almost instantly sobered, feeling tiny flecks of snow fall to your face. The sidewalks were still buzzing and the traffic on 9th Avenue was still busy as car horns sounded in the distance; a reminder that you lived in a 24 hour city.

"Anyone want to go grab a slice of pizza?" You asked. One, because you needed something to soak up the alcohol in your stomach. And two, because you knew that once Jace and Baela left, you'd be alone with Aemond.

Baela hugged you tightly before holding you at arms length, she mentioned something about going to church with her parents tomorrow morning and promised to see you bright-and-early Monday morning. Jace was already flushed from having a few, too many drinks, and Baela urged that he needed to get home.

You weren't necessarily disappointed, just anxious.

"Thanks for coming," Jace smiled warmly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder in a side hug. He extended his fist out to Aemond, "it was good to meet you, man."

"Likewise, have a good night." His voice was soft through a tight-lipped smile.

You watched as Baela and Jace turned the corner, before turning your attention to Aemond. The headlights of passing by taxi cars shined in his crystalline eye, making him look as if he were unreal; a marble statue dressed in all back with his hands shoved into his pockets. You weren't sure what to say to him, if you should stay or go.

"Can I walk you to the train?" He asked and you exhaled with a smile.

"I'd like that," you replied.

The closest subway platform was two blocks down on 42nd. You did your best to keep up with his long strides, but it proved to be difficult. He had to stop a few times, turning to you with a smile while he waited for you to catch up. You mostly talked about work to keep the conversation going. The one thing you had noticed about Aemond was that he was a good listener, whether he actually cared about anything you were saying or not, he at least seemed to be interested.

He talked about himself, too, which you enjoyed. He talked about all of the places he had travelled to last year and how happy he was to be back home. He gushed about being able to see his family again, specifically his mother and his sister.

You'd never once heard Aegon speak about his family in such a way.

"Can I ask you something?" You said after the conversation had faded out. Your train was running late, but Aemond had been willing to wait with you so that you weren't alone.

"I can't guarantee I'll have an answer, but go for it."

"Why didn't you tell Aegon that we had met in the grocery store?"

He looked at you, his eye narrowed. "Honestly, it's just easier not to say anything sometimes." He spoke, a pensive expression across his pointed features. "Why didn't you?"

You dropped you gaze to the concrete floor. "Because it's just easier not to say anything, sometimes." You repeated his own words, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Hm," he hummed as he leaned up against a brick column. "You know," he said after a few moments of silence. You looked back up at him. "This can't happen." He motioned to the space between the two of you.

"What? Never!" You replied quickly. "I'm appalled that you're even assuming."

"I'm just making sure we're on the same page," he held his hands up defensively.

"We are," you agreed.

"We are?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yes, we're friends," you replied sternly. "That's all it can be."

"Good," he stuck his hand out for you to shake on it.

You shook his hand with a firm grip, but he turned your hand over in his, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. It made your heart flutter every time. The announcement that your train was arriving played on the overhead speakers.

"Thank you, Y/N. For tonight." His blue eye was piercing through you. "That was the most fun I've had in a while."

They way he said your name and the feeling of your hand in his made you wish he'd just take you home with him; to that navy blue duvet you were picturing earlier. But that was just a fantasy that lived in your mind only, and would never- could never come to fruition. He was right, Baela was right, this couldn't happen.

"You're welcome, I'm glad that you had a good time." You said softly, doing your best to hide your disappointment that the night was ending. "Thank you for coming with me."

As the train pulled up to the platform, you wished that he would pull you into him. The crisp air was thick with tension, and even though you had just agreed to the terms of this- you weren't even sure if you could call it a relationship- friendship, a look lingered in Aemond's eye that told you he didn't mean any of it.

"Friends," you repeated, reminding yourself and him of the deal that you had just made.

He nodded, "Friends."

"I hope you have a good night, Aemond." You pulled your hand from his slowly until it dropped to your side. The doors to the train opened and you found yourself a spot next to the window, forcing yourself not to look back.

Aegon isn't home when you step into your apartment. It's almost too dark and cold, and quiet, and you feel like you shouldn't even be there. You don't even care to hang up your bag and coat, you simply toss them over the arm of the couch. You've got a slight headache and you're starving, and all that you can think about is something you shouldn't be thinking about.

Your phone vibrated as you headed into the kitchen.

Aemond.

"Thanks again, I hope you made it home safe."

You found your thumbs typing a reply before you could even think if it was a good idea or not, "Anytime! I just walked through the door. We should have definitely gotten pizza, but I guess leftover lasagna will work."

Not even bothering to heat up your leftovers, you make your way back into the living room with a Tupperware of lasagna from last night and a fork. You click on the television, catching up on the news before flipping it over to one of your favorite shows.

"You've beaten me, I've got cereal."

You laughed and typed, "That kind of suits you."

Over the next two hours you had squeezed in three new episodes of your show and discussed everything from food, to movies, to philosophy with Aemond. He'd leave you the occasional voice note when he didn't feel like typing a reply, and you'd try not to think about how good his voice sounded at this ungodly hour. You'd try not to think of him sitting back, half-lidded on the couch, in a very comfortable sweater and a pair of joggers with a smile on his face because he was texting you.

It was almost 3:00 AM when you finally got a text from Aegon.

"Don't feel like you need to wait up for me. I love you."

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