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myfandomprompts · 9 months

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You Belong To Me Now

Summary: Aemond has become Prince Regent, and there is now nothing holding him from claiming you.

A/N: Quick smutty darkish!Aemond x Reader I wrote, nothing fancy

Words: 2.8k Masterlist [Spanish version - Wattpad by daisy_dont]

Warnings: praise kink, biting, vaginal, bruises, choking, obsession, dom, blowjob

Aemond had been Regent for a few months now, and although the Valyrian steel of the Conqueror’s crown didn’t rest upon his head yet, it was now an undeniable fact to every member of the realm that he had been born for this. All could finally witness his real worth, his superiority and how good he was at being a commander, a King.

No, he excelled at it. The Blacks haven’t even dared to approach King’s Landing even once in the last few months, and under his command all fear him, all obey him. He was far better at this than his father ever was, than his sister ever will be, and certainly than his broken brother is, tucked in his bed.

His new duties obliged him to be away often, to ride Vhagar and lead his armies on the usurpers who wanted to decimate them and take his city, but when he was back in the Red Keep, all he sees is you.

In fact, he wonders why he had never noticed you before as he crosses paths with you in the corridors, watches you in the throne room during audiences, laughing and hugging your lady friends. Maybe you are part of a House who came to the capital in order to help grow his army, that you are the daughter of an ally he had never bothered to be properly introduced to, because this was all they were to him: his subjects.

Nevertheless you are there, bright as the sun when he spots you when he least expects it and, despite his limited vision, he doesn’t seem to miss your presence, ever. He doesn’t miss the way you play with your hair when you're deep in thought, how your hips sway when you walk, how your fingers surround the glass you take to drink and how the skin of your throat glows as you swallow the liquid.

That he became obsessed was an understatement. There was no rest for his mind, and even amidst the excitement of the battle he thought about your appreciative look when he would return, triumphant. He had talked to you once, the sound of your voice making the hair on his skin raise in delight as he was introduced to you. He knew your name now, and he wouldn't stop there, you occupied every corner of his mind and inhabited his skin.

However and to his greatest dismay, the crown keeps him occupied, reducing the occurrences he can observe you, enjoying how you don't cower under his gaze; you staring back at him like it's a game, one that he never intends to lose.

He doesn’t miss the glances you draw from other lords either, eliciting an icy violence deep within his body and it makes his desire for you grow ever greater. He wants you to be his, completely.

This is why he sends for you one night, confident that you cannot refuse after spending the day looking at you like a starved dog, the lust between his legs becoming harder and harder to control. But he was Aemond Targaryen, and what he wanted, he would have.

When you enter his chambers and he dismisses his servant; you look at a loss, but intrigued, like a deer caught between hounds but you are still composed, the very image of a Lady from a House he had only bothered to learn its name today. All he knows, deep in his gut, is that you are right where you are supposed to be.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

He takes in your looks, the way your eyes glints with curiosity, the heaving of your chest constricted in this infernal gown he only wishes to rip off, and how sweet you look as you blush out of uneasiness.

When you shake your head so softly, he grins before coming to stand before you. “You’re here to help me with a matter that needs tending to. But first, I need assistance removing my clothes.”

The widening of your eyes makes the colour of it stand out better, and he waits for you to process his order and obey, admiring your beautiful features and the way your lips part in shock. “Go on."

He knows you cannot refuse, seeing the slight confusion in your eyes as your hands reach the buckles of his collar, undoing it one by one with your pretty, trembling little fingers. It takes all of his patience to not move his hands over your form and revel in the sight, smiling to himself.

When his green doublet is removed, his linen shirt remains and he doesn’t let you take a breath when you pull away. “It’s not over, is it? Continue.”

You cast an almost fearful glare at him before resuming your task, helping him out of his shirt gently with concentrated eyes and when your skin touches his in the process, he has to stop a shaky exhale from escaping his mouth.

He sees how you look at his toned chest, pale defined arms, and then glance at his trousers with tight lips. He retains a sneer as he turns away from you and towards his bed, surprising you with his sudden departure.

“Do you know how the other lords look at you, sweet thing? How they look and look, like they had a chance with you? Do you know how much they wish they could bury their cocks into you and take you as they pleased?”

You turn a lovely shade of red, spreading from your face to your neck and below your cleavage, his lewd words disconcerting you and your perfect little honour. How he likes it on you, that innocence.

“Of course you don’t,” he continues, taking a seat at the edge of his bed and not missing a piece of your deliciously growing, panicking state. “You don’t care about them, do you? You just care about serving your Kingdom at most of your capacities.”

You swallow, your body noticeably relaxing lightly at his words but the movement draws his eye to your neck and he instantly wishes he could mark you there, right at the junction of it, where a mole he had not noticed before lays.

“My Prince, I-”

“Come here,” he beckons, patting on his lap after your croaked out attempt of a response. He will spare you the need to explain that yes, you do want to serve your realm loyally, and thus serve him as well.

You hesitate, eyes darting between his legs and his face, and the lust grows at the thought that he might have to make you obey by other means. But at the sight of his hard expression, you have the good sense to approach, slowly, coming to stand between his legs and he grabs your hips at once, lowering you down onto his lap abruptly.

You let out a yelp at that, your legs forced to straddle him and you have to cling on his shoulders for support, face flushed and thinking fast. Aemond, on the other hand, feels every cell of his body come alive, a wicked smile appearing on his face.

“You know, I haven’t been with many women, but you… you’re something else, aren’t you? You make me understand why men look at women the way they do, what they find so irresistible about them....” he murmurs, putting one strand of your hair aside while his eye trails the pumping of the veins in your delicate neck. “Why all of those lords look at you… But they can’t have you.”

His tone is firmer now, unforgiving. “I have a claim on you they don’t have, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence you came here. That you are in this castle, under my protection.”

You seem unable to speak and the little noises he hears as you try to take a more comfortable position on his lap are like music to him, making him harder under his pants. He takes your hips a little too roughly than he intended in order to pull you to him.

“I’ve been thinking about you for days now, and I ran out of patience, so here is what is going to happen, sweetling. You’re going to take my cock, fully, like the sweet and obedient lady you are so I can feel every damn corner of your cunt, deep enough for me to fill you up.”

With his last sentence he pulls you closer onto him so you can finally feel his hardened state and you whimper in shock, the sound resonating into the room like a pathetic echo as he takes in the sweet scent of your skin, his nose trailing your neck hungrily.

“Hmm, my little pet, so flustered…” he praises as you tense on top of him, your pelvis hitting his member delectably. “You didn’t think I rode the largest dragon in the world and had nothing to show for it, did you?”

He takes a few more moments to enjoy the friction of your layers against his groin, feeling your body turn soft before gently pushing you away from him to let you unlace the ties of your gown with a commanding look. When you are bare before him, he licks his lips, the sight of your pretty little pussy making his now free cock throb in anticipation.

“You are gonna take me so well, you want to please your Prince, don’t you?”

The way you quickly nod in submission destabilises him so much that he has to take a moment before finding his composure again, his desire slowly growing out of control as he stares at you. But he must be patient, enjoy this, because he is no low man, nothing like the rest of them. So he sits back on the bed and invites you to him, noticing your already blown pupils staring at him.

He doesn’t care that you aren’t prepared, that it might be difficult for you to take him this early because the urge to sheath himself deep inside of you is too strong. But when you hover over him and your folds meet his tip you are so fucking wet that all his fears are swept away, replaced by the indescribable lust that takes hold of him, eager to have you, exactly like you want him.

The sensation makes him unable to concentrate before he puts his hands on your thigh to help you down, and it’s absolutely amazing. You’re warm, tight, right for him; the sweet moan that escapes your lips making him twitch as he looks at your knitted brows that tells him you are feeling him, truly feeling him. You go achingly slow and he can’t help but hiss in frustration, but at this point you deserve to have your own pace; he will be able to take his due later, when you’re accustomed to him.

He can tell from your expression that it hurts, and it makes his loins surge with fire at the thought, the wickedness of it so darkly satisfying.

“That’s it, all of it. You’re doing so well.”

He finally feels resistance nudging at his tip and he knows you are completely his now, looking at his cock buried deep inside your cunt and you let out a high pitch moan when you still, flesh against flesh in the most deliciously painful kind of way.

It feels right, he can almost feel your heartbeat upon his length and when he slightly withdraws in order to surge his hips forward, instantly hitting your depth hard, you wail loudly.

Aemond laughs as he squeezes your hips harder. “My sweet pet, so beautiful for me. How is it to feel it so deep? Do you want to move for me?”

He grunts when you start to move; he doesn’t have to do anything, your warmth and slickness making him absolutely wanton, and he doesn’t think he had ever felt this complete in his life. It allows him to look at you, take in your bouncing breasts, magnificently round, and he can’t help but reach for them, propping himself up on a sitting position before biting one of your nipples hard, and the sound you let out makes him want to do it again.

But for now he wants to mark you everywhere, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, your delicate shoulders. He wants to cover you with his tongue and bruise you while you ride him so exquisitely, his mind foggy and half conscious. He feels your nails digging into his back when he sucks at the base of your neck, leaving a trail of drool that covers your skin. He bullies your breasts for his own pleasure and his cock feels every one of your jolts, squeezing him.

He makes you swivel, his length briefly sliding out of you before he lays you down on your belly and enters you again, lacing one arm behind your back to help him pound into you mercilessly, taking full control for the first time and it feels so good that a shameless growl resonates deep within his throat.

“You’re married, aren’t you?” he asks with a grin, admiring your back and the curve of your ass.

“Promised…” you pant through your moans. “To Lord Blount…”

“I see… Then Lord Blount will have an assignment in a land far away very soon,” he purrs with arrogance as he quickens his pace.

The new angle makes you moan loudly, your position seemingly uncomfortable enough to make each rocking of his hips like it’s the last you’ll be able to take. Soon you’re clenching around him, screaming out loud while your shattering orgasm turns you into a puddle in his arms when he lifts you against his chest, whispering in your ear.

“Fucking hell, you like that, don’t you? You couldn’t help but come all over my cock like the good lady you are.”

He keeps jerking his hips until you grow completely silent, feeling his legs momentarily weak when your walls give him a particularly strong squeeze and he withdraws.

You’re unable to move so he lets you lay back on the bed as he examines your folds, red and swollen from his brutal pace and he passes one finger between them to gather your slick. You moan at the sensation as he tastes you, licking his fingers hungrily.

“Bloody Seven, you taste delicious,” he praises as you try to find your breathing. “You’re mine from now on, understood?"

He barely acknowledges the curt nod you make before he laces his fingers around your neck, drawn to its softness and the bruises that begin to form there. He strokes the column of it softly, thoroughly, before grasping the base of your throat so he can hold on to it, hovering over you as he slides gently into you again, your folds spasming briefly from your aftershock. He sees you close your eyes, hiding your beautiful irises from him and he wishes you would look at him, something you do when you feel his hand around your neck constricting.

“Aem-” you let out.

“What is it?” he asks, watching your lips make the most amazing sounds he had ever heard while he rocks into you, his weight on your neck. “Is it my name you want to say? You can scream it if you want.”

But you don’t, to his greatest displeasure, apparently unable to do so as your features stiffen, so he snakes a hand to your dripping cunt, zoning on your swollen clit and you tremble beneath him. When he works your bud, fingers circling it at an unrelenting pace, your lips form an “o” and he decides here and there that he will cum in your mouth. For now, he concentrates on the roll of his hips and the movements of his fingers, one over your neck and the other making you grind onto it in yearning.

You are at his mercy.

“Will you scream my name now, pretty little thing? I can feel you close…”

It takes a tremendous effort from his part to not come undone himself when you finally do, trapped at his own game as you pulse around him, your back arching, and the way you finally cry out his name doesn’t help the little restraint he has left. He growls when you go limp under him, unwilling to let go of your neck and overstimulated bud as he works you through your climax.

“On all fours,” he commands when he finds enough composure to speak, propping himself up on his knees on the mattress and daring to pump himself a few times while you do as told.

He instantly comes to grab your hair, your expression completely in disarray from his brutal ministration on you and, when your mouth meets his weeping head, he can’t process anything, the contrast between the intensity of your folds and the soft warmth and slowness of your tongue killing him. He has the greatest desire to buck his hips into your mouth, to take it all, but your tongue traces along his throbbing vein right before you suck at his most sensitive part and he finishes right there with a croaked moan, painting your mouth with his seed.

You are both panting hard, and when he looks at you behind his hooded eyes, admiring his work, he brings your chin between his fingers and wipes your lips, glossy from his release. “You’ll be there each time I come back, won’t you, pet?”

You nod frantically, exhausted before falling on the bed next to him.

A/N: Thank you @babyblue711 & @arcielee for the beta reading, so much <3

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond #hotdfic #aemond targaryen x reader #smut #dark!aemond x reader #usermyfandomprompts #hotd 1x09 #aemond one-eye #prince regent aemond #Aemond prince regent

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xthecaptainssaviorx · 5 days

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Alicent and Otto in episode 1.09 "The Green Council" based on the original script

shoutout to @darksvster for the script snippets

#alicent hightower #otto hightower #hotd 1x09 #hotd s1 #hotdedit #dailyhotdgifs #gameofthronesdaily #welighttheway #alicenthightowerdaily #alicent spitting facts about viserys. good for her #*mine: gifs #*mine #*mine: hotd

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vivalarevolution · 2 years

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This is how I imagine Rhaenyra and her brother conversation after his coronation

Made by @vivalarevolution

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snowblack-charcoalwhite · 9 months

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Don`t mind me just going on with obsessing over that Targtower brothers scene🙈

The way Aegon`s eyes are fixed on Aemond`s face - as if his whole being is attuned to his brother`s every move. Like in this moment Aemond is holding Aegon`s entire life in his hands - and actually he is.

The way Aegon continues staring at Aemond while giving zero fucks about Criston standing 0.5 inches apart and gripping him by the shoulder - until he begins to realize that Aemond is actually allowing this to happen. And then hope, pleading and some kind of lust (I`d like to explore this last one in a separate post - update: here it is) give way to -

- a heartbreaking mix of hopelessness and despair with a pinch of anger and a sprinkle of sadness. Phenomenal acting from TGC here👏 All of this is in the set of Aegon`s jaw, in the subtle movements of his mouth, in his posture and in the way he removes his hands from Aemond`s face and takes a step back. If only we could see his eyes (screw this angle, honestly).

And only then Aegon acknowledges Criston`s presence - by shoving him and storming away, as if saying 'Fuck you all! Yes, I`m forced to to this, but I refuse to be dragged. I`m going on my own'.

The thing is, IMO Aegon is that unbothered by Criston`s words and actions because he knows that there is a person who can literally, physically stop Cole from getting his way - probably the only one in King`s Landing if not in the entire Seven Kingdoms - and this person is standing in front of him. And he`s going to do this, right? He`s going to help because he`s his brother, and he asked him so nicely, and why the hell is he doing nothing? And then Aegon registers what Criston`s just said - "The Queen awaits". He`s here on the orders of his mother, the Queen, and so is Aemond. And Aemond is not going to go against their mother`s will, whatever Aegon says or does. He`s not going to pick him, he`s not enough - once again.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #criston cole #green brothers #aegond #aegon x aemond #tom glynn carney #ewan mitchell #fabien frankel #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd 1x09

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prosciuttowilly · 2 years

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whenever i see criston cole

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lvcygraybaird · 1 year

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I named her to protect the realm from Daemon. She was my only child. "The Realm's Delight," I named her out of love. Because I no longer believed... Many in my line have been Dragonriders – very few among us have been dreamers. What is the power of a dragon next to the power of prophecy?

#house of the dragon #hotdedit #houseofthedragonedit #hotddaily #asoiafedit #hotd #viserys i targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #parallels #1x03 #1x09 #hotd 1x03 #hotd 1x09 #mygifsets #mygifs #myedits

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daemyrarule · 2 years

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We have more in c o m m o n than we sometimes allow.

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90staylor · 2 years

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olivia cooke icons.

please like or reblog if you use them.

(why everyone in hotd is so hot???)

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fatum679 · 10 months

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Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you Need you, love you, love you, love you

«Father!» «Aemond Aemond Daddy»

I followed you in I was with you there I invited you in Twice, I did You love blood too much But not like I do Not like I do

Helaena panicked so much and was scared. There is fear in her eyes and she is waiting for her mother's reaction. Alicent is shocked.

When Aemond enters the room, Helaena immediately comes to life. 💎🕷💘

Amazing acting!

House of the dragon 1x09

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theobjectofyourire · 2 years

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this seems as good a time as any to say that while I am firmly until my dying day team black, Helaena is a sweetie who I will protect with my life and Aemond's a chaotic little shit and idk what to tell you that's just my type y'all don't hate the player hate the game

#really im team daemon #but whos keeping track #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #hotd #hotd spoilers #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #hotd 1x09

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xthecaptainssaviorx · 10 months

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#he >>>#just look how sweet he is #tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #hotd cast #hotd bts #dailyhotdgifs #welighttheway #gameofthronesdaily #hotd 1x09

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userkhael · 2 years

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OLIVIA COOKE as Alicent Hightower House of the Dragon S1.09 “The Green Council”

#olivia cooke #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #houseofthedragonedit #hotd #hotdedit #hotd 1x09 #hboedit #hb #tv gifs #**#**gifs #userbecca

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ladygreene13 · 2 years

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Did they really think they could lock Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon in a room and wait patiently until she bowed down to a psychopath as they usurped the throne from a woman who happened to be the rightful heir? AGAIN? When the last woman usurped was herself?

#alicent what is wrong with you girl #you remind her of her loss and how she should have been queen and in the same breath ask her to do the same to her cousin?#house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #hotd 1x09 #hotd #rhaenys velaryon

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myfandompromptsside · 7 months

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I'm a little late, but happy one year anniversary to the fly on Aemond's hood.

I call it the Buzzing Ninja.

#lucky bastard #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #hotd #one year anniversary #hotd one year celebration #hotd 1x09 #house of the dragon 1x09 #blessed image

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vivalarevolution · 2 years

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𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻

Aegon Targaryen x Sister Targaryen Oc

Summary: Rhaenerys loved her siblings, especially her brother, whom she was willing to steal from under green's nose to keep him safe.

A/N: It’s not my best work but I hope you all gonna like it nonetheless.

English is not my native language. Sorry for any mistakes.

Part 2

Rhaenerys was Rhaenyra's younger sister. Born a year later, she was nothing that her father had imagined. Until now, she remembered his words.

-The maester said it was a son, he had to be. How he kicked, how energetic and strong he was- Viserys had repeated through most of her childhood years.

The woman tried to ignore how much his words affected her, but eventually she began to live with them, transforming them into her strength. She was stubborn, temperamental, and clever, winning her place among the royal court , but her heart remained the same. Kind and loving to those who she loved.

Her older sister and she were inseparable. They were a rock and peace for each other. When their mother died, when their dear friend married their father, or when the world forgot about them the moment their younger siblings were conceived into the world. They clung to each other as if they were eachother last bit of hope.

Only then did Viserys begin to notice his second daughter. He began to notice her dedication, her kind soul and hardened spirit. He tried to be supportive as Rhaenerys stared blankly at the wall after hearing the news that she would never be able to have children of her own, tried to treat her as equal to the older Targeryen, unconsciously loving her more than ever before.

The princess did not show it, for her subjects she was a tough and self-confident woman, but inside she felt defeated, lonely.

Many men followed her with their eyes, not hiding their lust, but she stubbornly pushed them away, knowing that she would not give them what the lords wanted most - an extension of their legacy.

However, there were also those whom she let into her bed. Ser Criston or Harwin Strong were the ones her heart cried out to, but the white-haired woman ignored her feelings each time, eventually pushing them away to watch her sister take them into her chambers.

Over the years, she had finally accepted punishment from the gods.

She had no choice but to start living with it, because the curse had no intention of disappearing from her life anyway, so Rhaenerys turned her bitterness into love for her family, which grew drastically quickly, bringing with it equally drastic changes.

Her younger siblings spoke to her very often, and despite Rhaenyra's silent objections, she had nothing to say, watching the love she once received passes to her younger siblings.

Ageon probably loved her the most. She was the first person that did not instill in him the obligation to reign, or didn't beat him when he did something inappropriate. As it used to be for her older sister, the violet-eyed princess became a peaceful haven for the boy.

He often dreamed of her as his mother or lover. She was all he needed, making him a better and more decent man.

But when she disappeared for six years, hiding in Dragonstone with the king's eldest daughter, her uncle and their children, the white-haired man began to return to what his mother's upbringing had created, to the drunkard who slept with another woman every night.

When she found out about it, she wasn’t furious but disappointed and she didn’t even knew in who more, herself or the fair-haired prince.

Sitting on the great bed, in the royal chambers, the silver-haired girl tried not to cry. Seeing her dying father was hard for her. Rhaenerys was convinced that Viserys had become a living corpse, and his great suffering was evident in his uncover eye.

Holding him by the hand, he told him about what was happening on Dragonstone, staying longer in his presence than Daemon and Rhaenyra, who left her alone with her parent for a moment.

She felt as if everything was starting to fall apart, and the sight of her brother only confirmed it.

Entering his room, she found a real mess. The smell of alcohol wafted through the air, and the prince himself lay on the creased sheets, snoring. The white-haired woman approached him, looking at his body from above, unconsciously combing his silver strands, as she used to do when he was still a child.

Aegon muttered under his breath as he tucked his face into the pillow, fearing that Alicent had decided to pay him a visit again.

-Aegon - the woman said, her velvety voice immediately recognized by the young man.

Frowning in consternation, he opened his eyes to see the Trageryen in front of him who had haunted his dreams too many times.

-Rhaenerys?- he asked in a hoarse voice, trying to force himself to awake.

-I came back - she informed him, walking away from the prince's bed, when he decided to get up.

Violet-eyed man grinned, hugging her tightly. Snuggling against her body, he hid his head in the crease of her neck, inhaling the familiar and soothing scent that surrounded the princess.

-I missed you - he confessed, overjoyed at the presence of his beloved sister, but she did not answer -What's the matter?- he asked confused, looking at her purple irises- Why are you looking at me like that? Rhaenerys please don't look at me like that- he whispered, seeing the same emotions that the queen often looked at him with.

-What happened to you?- she asked, touching his cheek, which was slightly flushed.

-You weren't here. You left me, and my mother still demands more of me. I can't handle it, you left me alone -he complained.

-Will you drink yourself to death with a prostitute by your side every time I leave you alone? - asked the daughter of the king - Aegon, I will not be with you all my life - the white-haired girl replied, catching his face in her hands to look him straight in the eyes.

-I'm sorry -he said, and the first tears began to run down his face.- I'll stop, just don't leave me, please- he croaked, falling into her arms.

Rhaenerys wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing his temple, she stroked his head with her free hand, motherly rocking him from side to side to soothe his brother, if only slightly.

-Now, now - she whispered soothingly -There are things that need to be taken care of, Aegon, then I'm all yours - she added, and her younger brother squeezed her body tighter in an act of silent objection, but the silver-haired woman knew that no matter how much he would not like it ,the young man will agree to anything, as long as she will be around him.

Staring at the wall opposite them, she struggled with her thoughts. She felt as if she were faced with a choice between her sister and her brother, whom she loved too much to gain one at the expense of the other.

And oh, how quickly and unexpectedly she was told to make that choice.

As she ran through Kings Landing, the woman was desperately searching for the white-haired man.

The king is dead. This words still echoed in her head like bells, pounding in her ears.

She stayed in the capital because of her younger siblings, only to become a prisoner of the castle the next day.

She and Rhaenys were furious and deaf at Alicent's offer to convince them to join her and her son. And when an opportunity arose in the form of a gap created by a white worm, they both fled out of the Red Keep, hidden behind wide hoods , hiding in the large group of people.

-Wait- said the princess.

-We don't have time for this Rhaenerys - the old woman said.

-I know about it -purple-eyed replied immediately- But Aegon is not in the castle, I have to find him.

-What for? He is to become a king, and this will create a conflict that can not be avoided anymore - said the white-haired woman- This may be the cause of your death, do not be stupid.

-Free the dragons, free Aegarax and Sunfyre - she ordered firmly, ignoring her words. -Trust me -Rhaenyra's sister said, grabbing her hands.

The late king's cousin merely nodded before moving forward, straight to Dragonpit, when she walked in the opposite direction, begging the gods to be on her side. Capturing Ageon was the best and most risky solution. The prince was the last pawn needed to start a civil war, and Rhaenerys intended to take him away and hide him away from the queen.

Holding the paper in her hand, she looked at it uncertainly.

According to the written message, her brother hid in a temple in the city center, so she, having nothing to lose, trusted a stranger who, to her surprise, left many clues for her.

When she was not far away, one of the prostitutes showed her the direction and the side entrance, as if knowing what the woman had came for.

The white-haired princess entered the stone building. Taking off her cloak, she began her search in a seemingly deserted temple.

-Ageon - said the princess - It's me Rhaenerys. We have to get out of here as soon as possible, we don't have much time.

As if on command, the violet-eyed man left the stone altar, looking uncertainly at his sister, who, seeing him, ran up to him quickly.

-White worm said he would take me to the ship- he informed her -I will disappear from here and Rhaenyra will become queen.

The woman frowned in concern. There was nothing in her letter about the boat or the disappearance. Suddenly, a soft growl fell from her lips, and her eyes darkened with anger.

The white worm probably made the game, and the prince was the grand prize. The one who gave more won him and the rest of the seekers.

-I don't trust him - Rhaenerys said -Aegon, you will come with me. We will fly to Dragonstone. Do you understand? -she asked, taking his hand.

-But our sister, she will kill me- he said- Let's just run away together somewhere, far away- added the fair-haired man.

-Nothing will happen to you - assured the young woman - She never wanted to kill you, your mother inculcated it into your head, if your coronation happens, the war breaks out Aegon and many heads will fall from many necks.

The young man, still scared, nodded understanding as he let his siblings lead him forward. The princess thought she had time, but the sight of unfamiliar men heading towards the temple had led her out of her misconception .

The siblings hid behind one of the massive pillars. The woman pulled a dagger from under her coat, grasping it firmly in her hand, while the other held her brother's hand.

Stepping slowly, she guided her and the prince's movements next to her. The two twins looked around for Aegon, and when they had gone far enough, they took the opportunity by sneaking to the door.

-Quick - Targaryen whispered, looking from side to side.

-Princess- a male voice called her. Rhaenerys stopped. Hiding the violet-eyed man behind her, she was looking confidently at Ser Criston's dark irises, accompanied by Aemond -Prince, your mother looking for you -he added, shifting his gaze to the man behind her.

-He's not going anywhere - she threatened, gripping the blade tighter.

Suddenly, the twins came out from behind their backs.

The white-haired girl looked away from one place to another. After a moment she closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.

Dragons can tell when their bonded riders need them.

Suddenly a loud roar spread around, and a shadow covered the square on which they were located.

Dragons are not foolish creatures.

Aegarax descended from the stone structure, landing next to Rhaenerys and Aegon, carefully watching the people in front of him with his eyes.

They can tell the difference between friend and foe.

Opening his mouth, he let out a loud scream again, and then a fire appeared in the back of his throat. The white-haired woman took the opportunity to drag the would-be king to her reptile, quickly climbing his back together with the young man.

-Sōvēs! (Fly) - the blonde said loudly, and the animal rose heavily, destroying parts of some buildings around them.

The black beast soared above the ground as it flew through the city.

The rider looked back, the King's Landing receded farther and farther away, to become only a blur. As two more roars spread through the air, she breathed a sigh of relief. Rhaenys wth her dragon and Sunfyre flew near them.

The women looked at each other and nodded their heads in silent understanding. The white-haired girl closed her eyes, feeling the adrenaline leaving her body.

Aegon grabbed her hand, squeezing it as tightly as they had been a few moments ago when they were on the ground, then he kissed her cheek, hiding his face in her neck.

-Thank you- he whispered, but she heard him anyway.

Rhaenerys joined their hands together in response, nestling against his torso. They were safe...for now.

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Wine settles the nerves part 2 | Aegon II Targaryen x implied Strong!Reader

A/n: Thank you to everyone who liked part one it means so much since only recently I’ve started writing here on tumblr.

Originally, I was only going to have one part but since people asked for a part 2.. gotta give people what they want 🤎

It had barley been a moment when you stepped down and your heels had touch the grounds of Dragonstone before being hurriedly swept away to your private chambers.

“What’s going on with our sister ?” Luke pondered, nudging to his older brother.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jace sighs, slightly reassuring his young brother.

“She’ll be fine.” He states, patting the younger boy on the shoulder. Despite Jace himself feeling uneasy due to not knowing the circumstances concerning his only sister, it felt like his duty to reassure his brother. “I hope so.” Luke mumbles before he himself was being ushered away to bed.

“Please leave.” You state, already climbing into your high bed. “Not until you inform me as to what happened this night..with your uncle.” Rhaenyra pauses, taking a seat before you on your bed. “We spoke.” You mutter, crossing your arms. “About what ?” Your mother questions, her brows furrowing in confusion.

You sunk further into your silk cover, clearly refusing to indulge further. At this moment all you craved for was endless slumber. “You can talk to me, y/n.” She says, playing her hand on your knee. “Are you sure ?” You question, gently placing your hand on top of hers. “Not too busy preparing Luke to take Driftmark and my other brothers gods know what.” You spat, pulling your hand away.

“What has caused this sudden change, my sweet ?” Her hand suddenly placed upon your cheek, her thumb slowly soothing your skin.

“I want him !” You cry, growing frustrated as each moment passes by. If your mother now couldn’t grasp what had caused your heart to weaken then she never would.

“He is the only one who doesn’t treat me like I am a duty !”

“We all have a role to play, my daughter. Sooner or later you’ll learn that there are no exceptions.” Rhaenyra sighs, raising from her seat. “Mother please !” You beg. “He truly is the only one who understands !” You cry as your mother slowly walks towards the door.

Her hands rests above the handle, slightly twitching in anxiousness. She turns her head slightly with her long silver hair neatly thrown over her shoulder and her curious eyes meeting your melancholy pair.

“Must there be moon tea prepared ?”

“Do not insinuate such filth.” You scoff, pulling the sheets over your head.

At that, the realm’s delight leaves.

“Let me go !” Aegon yelled, desperately trying to pull away from his brother.

“I have no wish to rule ! No taste for duty, I’m not suited.” He whined, still trying to find the strength to run away from Aemond’s grasp.

“You’ll get no argument from me.” Aemond replies, still not letting go of his elder brother. Suddenly Aegon turns, grabbing Aemonds face with both hands to lure him close to listen intently.

“Let me go and I’ll find a ship and sail away never to be found.”

“I’ll even drag Rhaenyra’s daughter along the way.” He adds. Aemond could only stare down at his brother somewhat dumbfounded at his statement. Yet the look in his eye gave away a look of consideration. “The queen awaits.” Cole states, patting the soon to be king on the shoulder. Soon to be.

It had been a while since your mother had left your chambers, you assume to rant to Daemon.

You however pull the sheets off from your face and slowly but hesitantly rise from your bed. If you clearly had a role to play as your mother had clearly stated before, then that role was clearly not here in Dragonstone.

Suddenly your eyes catches a red dress lying on a chair belonging to you that you assume a servant brought in.

Biting your lip in contemplation, you take the dress in your arms, running your fingers along the thin fabric.

That settles it.

“What about y/n ?” Aegon wonders, still holding the blade. “What about her ?” Alicent questioned, sitting side her eldest son in the carriage. Soon he’d be crowned king. A desperate sigh escapes his lips.

“Here I am, no wife nor heirs yet you want me as king.” “Everyone knows that she is of Ser Harwin Strong’s blood, my son.” Alicent whispered as if the gods could hear her words.

“We were betrothed years ago.” Aegon sighs, staring off. “I’d doubt y/n would even remember that, Aegon.” Alicent replies, shaking her head. “Yet her stepfather Daemon put a stop to it and neither you or father questioned it !” Aegon turned with an accusing look in his eyes.

“Aegon when you are king no one will deny you.” She paused, carefully thinking of her next words. “So what is it that you wish of me ?” She asks with genuine concern.

“Betroth y/n to me.” He simply states.

Alicent turns to longingly stare out the window. No one denies the king.

You sneak round the dark corridors, practically confidently now due to sneaking away so often. You can recall some fond memories of you and your willingly younger brother Luke sneaking around the corridors late at night, your giggles being evidently heard.

You can remember trying to convince your older brother Jace to join you yet he simply disapproved, wanting to be a good example. Yet he seemingly never outed his mischievous siblings. Not once.

You couldn’t help but smile as soon you steeped outside and the wind had managed to cool you down.

“Ryax !” You call to your girl.

Acknowledging you, she happily roars nudging down her large head close to you, already craving pets and rubs.

Despite being one of the last to hatch, Ryax was the biggest out of dragons between you and your brothers. You couldn’t help but stare in amazement as you pet the young dragon. Her scales were a dark shade of purple indigo yet when the sun had struck right she glowed like a amethyst.

You then hurriedly climb to your saddle, adjusting yourself before calling to your beast. “Sōvegon Ryax !” (Fly Ryax !)

Time Skip…

“Princess !” A serving girl gasped running towards you as you leaped down from you dragon. Some dragon keepers following being the girl. “Please look after Ryax.” You giggle, already making your way past them. “She’s quite tired some.”

“Princess wait !” The serving girl called out to you yet her words fell silent as you made your way to your destination.

You couldn’t help but cautiously step into the throne room despite feeling excitement at the thought of seeing Aegon again.

It was if though he were wine and you craved to have another taste.

You keep your head down, slightly dragging your feet. It wasn’t like there was anyone else in the-

“A āmāzigon Dāro ñuha tala.” (You’ve returned to Kings Landing, my girl)

You gasp, your head raising and your widen eyes meet those of the man you were seeking. There he was perched up on the Iron Throne. Your eyes wonder around the room and you couldn’t help but notice that there was no guards in the room. Just you and him.

“Ozmijegon I?” (Miss me ?) You smirk, coming closer to the throne.

“Trūmirī.” (Deeply) He whispers yet your ears managed to catch his soft spoken words. “So what are you doing sitting here ?” You question, standing right in front of him with your knees slightly hitting off his legs.

“Especially with no guards present aswell.” You wonder, looking down upon him.

“I sent them away, I needed to think.” He mumbles. “And why would that be ?” You take his hand, gently running your thumb over the back of his hand.

“My father is dead.” He blatantly put it.

“What ?” You step back in shock before being pulled back with his arm now round your waist. “News has not yet struck Dragonstone yet I take it.” He says, pulling you down to his lap while you remained in a daze. “You ? A king ?” You inquired, meeting his eyes. “Your king.” He corrected.

Just then, looking down did you realise the position you found yourself him.

The prince-no the king’s arms tucked round your waist while his other arms rested on the throne.

“So my grandfather’s really gone ?” You mostly mutter to yourself.

But then it dawned on you.

Had the news actually hit Dragonstone yet or did you not hear due to being with Ryax ? When was the coronation ? Since when was he now suddenly fine with being king ? Has anyone realised you’ve gone missing yet ? If so who ? Jace, Luke, Daemon or even…your mother.

Oh. Your mother.

“Jurnegon I.” (Look at me) Aegon whispers, placing his fingers under your chin and turning you to face him.

You barley turn before his lips meets yours. You find yourself being consumed in the act and turn to properly straddle the king’s lap while still remaining on the throne. The kiss loses its innocence and becomes more intoxicating as his hands run through your hair and his tongue meets yours.

Pulling away for air, your hand rests on his chest. “Kipagon jeva zaldrize.” (Ride your dragon) He smirks, leaning in for another kiss. Your hand pushes back his chest slight as you remove yourself from his lap and head down the steps to the throne. “Not until I’ve made my presence known to the others.”

“No need.” He states, he himself following you down the steps. “ I had a feeling you’d return.” You turn to face the now king as he places his hand on your cheek.

“Mother and I have come to an agreement.” “An agreement ?” You wonder, raising a brow. “We will be wed now.” He nods. “A king of course needs his queen. Not to mention a couple of heirs.” He whispers, for a moment placing his hand low on your stomach.

Your hand grasps his as you try to pull your thoughts together.

You had always imagined yourself being wed yet being here now in the moment was more than just unexpected.

You feel as if though around Aegon you didn’t need to contemplate things as much. Here you were feeling as if though you could finally take a breath of fresh air and oh how you enjoyed it.

“Very well then, husband.” You smile, placing a small kiss to his cheek.

Time Skip…

Later the same day, those present which consisted of you and Aegon and of course the elder marrying you stood outside feeling the calming breeze.

You couldn’t recall the words the elder spoke but the same could be said for Aegon. You came across as being smitten as you stare longingly into Aegon’s eyes and the smirk on his face was evident and couldn’t be easily wiped off.

You snap out of your daze as soon as Aegon pulls you into his arms and declares you his. His lips pressing against yours almost immediately.

After the ceremony, you join your husband to one of your favourite activities.

“Oh gods !” You scream with laughter as Ryax was soaring through the air with Aegon flying on Sunfyre behind you. Ryax as usual performs her tricks by flipping round and flying upside down.

You hear Sunfyre’s blaring roar from beneath you and look down to meet your husbands admiring eyes.

You raise your arm above your head, seemingly reaching down to him.

Yet somehow, your finger tips manage to graze his. Suddenly you feel something light touch your face. His fingers manage to linger touching it and just then you had realise it was your necklace that he had gifted you all those years back that had fallen on your face.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Ryax finally turned back to fly properly.

You watched as Sunfyre flew by as the clouds disappeared every time his golden wings had flapped.

Now in this moment you finally felt at peace. But… for how long ?

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