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the-desilittle-bird · 10 months

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AN- Serving you these sweet preferences is my duty... even though it means failing mathematics test, cause I can't pass it anyway 🤣

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Defending Your Honor

Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark and Criston Cole.

Warnings- Slut-shaming, Curse, Murder (Daemon and Aemond), Fighting and Cutting off... something

Daemon 'Rogue Prince' Targaryen

You were Daemon Targaryen's paramour, with nothing to your name but his love and devotion. A mere dressmaker who somehow charmed the prince.

While your relationship was purely based on emotional supports and the physical attributes followed way later, the nobles didn't share the same thoughts.

Behind your back, you could hear their derogatory comments over you, questioning your relationship with the infamous prince.

"She must have a tight cunt for the prince to keep her so close."

"I am sure she is a witch and has fucked her magic into prince Daemon."

"There is no doubt that she will be ready to fuck and undress herself in front of anyone for money."

While Daemon would hear anything about himself with amusement, hearing things as such for his beloved made his blood boil.

In a feast in the honor of his own nameday, he made sure you were seated next to him with the Royal Family.

The family was welcoming but the courtiers weren't.

And he hears them again.

And goes crazy.

At the abrupt end of the feast, the Noble degrading you and your honor was taken to the Silent Sisters with a separated head or probably something even harsher.

Aemond 'One-Eyed' Targaryen

Aemond loves you a lot.

Everyone loves you, honestly. Except for some who think you are some scheming bitch, which secretly includes Otto.

During a normal session of the court, Aemond hears a member of a vassal house of Lannisters speaking rubbish about you.

Your honor was put to question and he won’t have it that way.

Interrupting the session, he calls the man ahead and when the spotlight is upon that man.

Aemond starts announcing the young lord’s “accusations”. And the whispers start.

But they are abruptly put to stop, by Aemond’s sword cutting off the lord’s head; much in a way Daemon had drove Dark Sister through Vaemond Velaryon.

And followed a long monologue about you and defending your honor and a threat of what shall happen if he is disobeyed.

All while that dead lord’s blood painted his face.

Otto ‘Hand of the King’ Hightower

You are his wife, or maybe courting each other, or betrothed to marry.

Either way, he is protective. Very. Very. Protective.

You are younger. Beautiful. Almost goddess like.

At a feast, you talk to a lord.

And there goes numerous rumours.

While Otto doesn’t believes it, others do.

And then, one day, you admit it. That the rumours were troubling you a lot.

And next, you hear that the man responsible for the rumours could never have children again, had you overjoyed and smirking. Found with the sigil of House Hightower next to him.

That was the very clear message to all.

Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon

Corlys is possessive and protective of you, his darling wife.

You were from Dorne, and your Dornish practices aren’t quite far from your heart.

And that includes the flirtatious comments.

Corlys enjoyed that. But the other lords and ladies had a field trip, making rumours and what not.

When they hear them, he is angry and he throws a feast, intending to show what honour these people were talking of.

The feast was all normal except the wine was specifically strong and the servant ladies were all dressed provocatively.

And all of the lords were leering and everything.

Next morning, he organises a breakfast. And gives a loud and clear announcement.

All of it while the lady wives of those men were present and fuming with rage at the humiliation.

In directly, never talk bad about Corlys Velaryon’s wife.

Cregan ‘Wolf of the North’ Stark

You were of South and you arrived in Southern style.

And it made the lords of the North send you leering gazes.

And you were bold to admit it to Cregan who softly replied with:

“I apologise on their behalf, my lady. I shall see to it that it is taken care of.”

It was. But for only a few weeks.

And then came the feast before your wedding to him.

And the lords were drunk and again dishonouring sentences were exchanged.

The smile on your face was long gone and your jaw sat in a gesture of displeasure.

And it seemed to do something to Cregan. For one second, his direwolf was in front of the table; the other, that drunken lord was on the floor with the direwolf growling at his face.

“Since this day ahead, no one shall dare to dishonour my wife, your lady. Or, you shall not like what shall happen.”

And the smile on your face is sweet as you looked at your betrothed.

Criston ‘Kingmaker’ Cole

You were only a friend of his at that time.

And a Dornish lady.

A beautiful lady who was close to a member of King’s Guard.

And boom! There are rumours.

Penting up everything in his chest, Criston blasted when he heard a comment about you in the training grounds.

He challenged that knight or lord to a combat fight.

That fight ended with the lord being beaten to near death while Criston’s fists were bloodied.

You were told way later that something like that happened.

And while everyone were rather angry at his action, you were very very proud.

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I’ve included Jace, Baela & Rhaena - they’re grown up, in their early 20s

Warnings: talks of depression, anxiety, the symptoms of them, and swears - I love swearing

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

・Was a bit confused at first and took a while to understand, but once he did, Aemond decided that you would have the best care possible. If anyone could help you, he can and he would.

・He always makes sure that you never go to that dark place.

・Knows the signs of when you’re getting deeper into depression and when your anxiety is getting worse

・Whenever you’re nervous, you fiddle with your rings or the fabrics around you. Whenever he’s there, he’ll take a hold of your hand and squeeze it, to let you know he’s there to look after you

・A perk of marrying a royal means that you get all the best help from the maesters. At the beginning it was ‘get some more sunshine and fresh air,’ but now they know that Aemond won’t let those comments slide.

・Some conditions need more than the natural elements

・And if there’s a chance of him being able to find you better help, then he’ll spend all of his time researching

・A lot of herbal medicines are tried, some make sleeping better, some help when the anxiety is at its peak.

・You have so much gratitude to Aemond - because people in the past have ignored their significant others’ symptoms and pretended all was okay

・But Aemond would never do that

・If you like dragon riding then he would be honoured to help you onto the back of Vhagar. The old dragon huffed when she first saw you.

・And your knees were shaking badly, but Aemond never let go of your hand.

・He hoisted you up onto Vhagar’s back (it took considerable effort because of how large she is) but you were determined. You HAD to do this.

・Vhagar groaned as Aemond took his place in front of you. And you nearly left your body when she took off

・It was a running start and then suddenly you weren’t on the ground. Your arms were steel-like around Aemond’s waist and he was rubbing your leg, letting you know all was okay

・After that, you wanted to visit Vhagar every day. To at least give her food or even talk to her if you were lonely

・Turns out Vhagar loves to hear court gossip

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚

・Does everything in her power for you to be seen by the best maesters

・Understands the depression, and definitely the anxiety. She became severely anxious ever since the death of her mother, and with her future so murky, she didn’t know what would happen.

・Would she become Queen? Would she let Aegon be King? She felt so alone for such a long time. But your company saved her, as did her children, Syrax and help from the maesters

・Obviously they didn’t have proper names for what these feelings were. Depression - known as ... feeling down, anxiety ... was just overactive imagination or nervousness.

・But when she opened up about her own experiences, it helped you a lot. Because you then knew that how you felt wasn’t a one-off, a one-time issue that only you would deal with

・It was often expected that a person having ... internal trouble should seek religious help. If that helped you, then great. But if it didn’t then Rhaenyra made sure that the maesters would never suggest it again

・She takes you out dragon riding for as long as you need (Syrax is usually the one to want to finish before you)

・Flying above towns, cities, fields and oceans - it did help. A lot. It made you see things clearly.

・And Rhaenyra would take you flying whenever you needed to.

・Getting Syrax to comply was another issue though ...

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧

・Has so much love for you that the thought of you in pain causes him pain

・Out of everyone, he would be the most likely to brighten your life with another being ... a surprise ... a pet

・On a random day he makes you close your eyes, and leads you into the bed chambers where you hear little yelps and whines

・With furrowed brows, you wait until he tells you to open your eyes and places a furry, wiggling pup in your arms

“Oh my gods,” you say, looking down at the pure white dog.

“Do you like him?” Harwin says, rubbing a floppy ear.

“Y-yes!” You say, absolutely bewildered... flabberghasted...shocked.

“What are you going to name him?”

・You had no idea what you were going to call him. But after a few nights you knew...

“I’ve chosen, and I’m going to name him ‘Nox’. On account of the fact that he keeps knocking things over...”

・It wasn’t just a himbo decision; there was reasoning behind this choice. Harwin knew he had responsibilities that he wasn’t powerful enough to avoid. So, he got you a companion that you would have to spend time looking after

・Wherever you went, four paws followed.

・He was the perfect match to your personality. He wasn’t overbearing (well as a puppy yes), and loved to sleep. But demanded affection.

・You had no idea where Harwin got the pup but it soon grew larger and larger.

・And you swore at night you had dreams of ... being Nox. Seeing things from his perspective. In the morning, you would find that doors you had opened in your dream were opened in real life ...

𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚

・Her personality is very forceful, so she won’t put up with anyone making you feel uncomfortable

・If you’re in public and someone is stepping over a boundary, she will shut that shit down.

・Knows that seeing Moondancer brightens your day, so she has no problem with letting you two interact.

・She’s great at encouraging you and giving pep talks.

・Likes to help take your mind off of its troubles with adventures. Going out into the markets in disguises, travelling to different cities (much like her mother and father did)

・Introduces you to pillow screaming - covering your face with a pillow and letting out the most blood curdling scream you can muster

・Baela has used this technique in the past many times

・If being with your family helps you, then she will take you to them and be by your side for as long as you desire

・If your family is part of the problem then she takes you far away from them

・Part of her love language is physical touch - she covers your face with kisses every morning and evening

・Whenever you see each other after being apart, she will grab your hand and kiss the back of it

・Gift giving is another love language for Baela. She’s given you a special gemstone in a unique pendant shape that she got made to remind you of her.

・She loves getting you up and dancing. Whether it’s fast-paced or slow, she knows that movement helps

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

・He’s instinctually aware of where you are, who you’re with and what you’re up to.

・You have different plans for how you’re feeling.

He stays with you all day (usually when depression hits hard and you can’t get out of bed. He’ll cancel everything and take care of you)

Takes on your responsibilities as well as his own, so you can do whatever you want for the day - but he leaves you be

He attends the difficult meetings with you, but other then that, you can handle it

・Daemon asks you the same question every morning, and he knows how the day is going to go by your answer

・If you want to carry on with your duties, then he’ll ask which plan you want to go ahead with

・He adores you and understands that your emotions affect you deeply

・Has never judged you for it - because you understand that he feels certain things deeply too

・When you were at the darknest he’d ever seen you, Daemon really didn’t know what to do. Nothing he said seemed to help. You couldn’t stop the anxiety, the depressed thoughts.

・So he took you to see Caraxes. The dragon that had only one other winged friend.

・You two hit it off, even if you were trembling.

・There was a lot of solace in knowing that even the most glorious of creatures can be unliked by its fellow bretheren

・You found a real friend in Caraxes. The Blood Wyrm. Really, all one has to do is give him some attention and he’s putty in your hands...

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

・Understands, and because you’re so dear to her, she’s constantly worried about you

・Her father instilled the anxiety of having her children killed if Rhaenyra was to be crowned.

・And Alicent never had true love. She felt alone but smothered, when she became Queen.

・So, she threw herself into the roles that she must play. Devoted wife, mother, and upheld the traditions that had been passed down from one to another.

・But Alicent did let religion rule her, and whenever she felt down - she went and prayed

・That’s what she guided you to do, and took you to pray every day

・Did it help? Only you can say.

・But it was obvious that Alicent loved you, because she looked to the maesters for help.

・And she forced them to search day and night, to find something to help you

・Sends maids to make sure that your chambers are clean. But she comes in to help you bathe herself.

・It isn’t a sensual experience. But one where you feel safe, and cared for. There’s no underlying intent, nothing other than making sure that you’re physically healthy

・She even brushes your hair, gently stroking the back of your neck when she’s done

・When you entered her life, you changed it incredulously. Now she wants to pay back the favour

・Reads to you. Books upon books are stacked in your room for ease of access. You choose which one each day, some she’s read five times in one week.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

・Has felt the deepest parts of grief, and never wants you to feel that much hurt - so he asks people how to make you better

・Tries things that have helped him

・But that mostly revolves around dragon riding

・And if you don’t like dragon riding then he’ll take you horse riding, bcause he knows that’s the closest thing (and you feel a lot safer)

・With riding, it’s like grasping true freedom. There’s nothing to worry about, just feeling the air crisp and whipping your hair out of your face. Then the beast between your thighs, the sturdiness of it.

・It is an incredible mood booster. And Jace would take you to buy your own horse, maybe a beautiful mare or a blazing stallion.

・Like having your own dragon; you name it and see it every day.

・Soon your horse would be so used to you that it would be fine with taking you anywhere.

・If you like dragon riding, then Vermax will take you anywhere you want to go. The green youngling has made his own relationship with you, so you brighten each others day when you see one another

・In the year that have passed, Vermax grows to nearly the size of Syrax (when Rhaenyra was first entering motherhood that it)

・And so when Jace met you, Vermax was just big enough for two to ride.

・After forming a relationship with the dragon, which didn’t take too long (it was your fear that held you back for many years, so you didn’t fly until three years into the marriage)

・Vermax makes these happy noises whenever he sees you. Flapping his wings about, shrieking in delight

“I think you’ve stolen my dragon...” Jace says with a smirk

“No, only his heart,” you reply back, giving him a nudge.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚

・Hates that you have to feel negative emotions. It’s something that she’s even told you.

・It made you smile

“I mean it! You’re just so...lovely,” she said one morning, holding your face in her hands. She littered kisses on your face afterward.

・Makes you things to brighten your day

・Stitches your favourite animal, using your favourite colours, or maybe your favourite phrase

・Surprises you with little tokens in your room for you to find

・Takes you to the dragonpit to see Dreamfyre (who is always happy to see you. She waits for you to hold your hand out so she can nuzzle against it)

・Doesn’t push you, or make you leave your comfort zone. It’s just the type of person she is.

・Helaena is like a fairy; it’s as if she has wings of her own and a sparkling glow. Especially when she’s outside.

・That’s where she likes to take you - outside in the sunlight, the servants laying out a blanket for the two of you. Plates of nibbly food surrounding you.

・She loves when you put your head in her lap. (Yes, parallel to young Alicent and Rhaenyra,)

・Helaena loves humming while stroking your hair, gently running her finger over your face; nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin.

・One of the best experiences was when you two had a picnic with Dreamfyre

・You two flew onto a lovely hillside, not too far from King’s Landing, but far enough that you were alone/wouldn’t be bothered by anything or anyone

・You had your head in her lap, and she laid her back against Dreamfyre, who had wrapped herself around the two of you

・That memory is what you hold onto when the darkest days find you

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

・Has so much love for you

・Does everything to make you comfortable - even going out of his way to make himself look like a fool if it meant you weren’t nervous

・After asking you a few questions about how you’re feeling, he’d spend hours upon hours of researching in the library/book collections to find whatever he can.

・Climbs into bed whenever you can’t get out of it, and holds your hand until you fall back asleep

・Loves making you laugh! He’s found that once you’ve had a good laugh, you feel loads better. So he thinks of situations where humour can be created. Is it manipulative? ... Yes, but ... good manipulation.

・Daeron is known as the gentlest of Viserys’ sons. That’s both physically, emotionally and in personality

・He handles you with so much care, sometimes you feel unworthy of such love

・Once you said that to him and he nearly cried from how ridiculous it was to him.

“I love you, and you deserve to be loved.”

・You have no issue with crying in front of him. He wants you to express your emotions as honestly as you can

・Loves when you two stow away together and have these deep talks about life and what everything means

・Is really good with his words, so he somehow knows exactly the right thing to say

・Tessarion has no issue with you - not even at the beginning. Like her rider, she’s an open minded being, who has another sense of the core of who a person is.

・The she-dragon accepted you easily, and you became known as a trio.

・Not just Daeron and Tessarion, but Daeron, Y/N and Tessarion. One was barely seen without the other.

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚

・Very similar to Helaena, she has a very sweet heart

・But has a lot more self-awareness and ... wit/sharpness

・So she goes through a lot of practical options in helping you take care of yourself. For example, getting more sunlight, travelling to the seaside, playing with Morning etc.

・Morning isn’t large enough for two riders, but you love being around her.

・She’s incredibly beautiful. Glistening pink scales - she was true magic

・Rhaena was relentless in helping you. She even went through the spiritual aspect and if that wouldn’t work, then she would find something to help. Herbs, medicines - something had to help you

・And not once did she make you feel as if you were a burden, nor the only one who felt this way.

・Day and night she would stay with you if that’s what it took to chase the darkness away

・Couldn’t bear the sight of you in pain, so she tells you stories and usually that takes your mind off of the darkness for a while

・She makes the best stories. Rhaena bases them on people she knows, and there are a lot of dragon stories

・Wherever Rhaena went, light seemed to follow

・Makes sure you’ve bathed; fills the tub herself, putting in the best smelling oils and flowers.

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saltywritings · 1 year

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They Blackmail You |

warnings: this contains very dark subjects including noncon/dubcon, blackmail, mature themes, sexual content, and power dynamics. if any of these subjects make you uncomfortable please do not read on. other warnings include - loss of virginity, penetration, stalking, incest, mommy kink for aegon because you know why.

pairings: jacaerys velaryon, aemond targaryen, and aegon targaryen ii.

jacaerys velaryon:

your betrothal to lucerys velaryon had been afoot from the day he had been born. though younger than you were your father knew the importance of elevating his daughter to his highest position he could. it was his duty as your father to move you up in the world and there had been few in a more prosperous position than the young lucerys velaryon; in fact, it would be fair to argue that the only eligible bachelors of the novel houses had been jacaerys velaryon, as he had been in line to inherit the iron throne. of course, his hand in marriage was one your father bargained for, but never achieved. for they had been saving the prince's virtue for a proper bargaining chip you assumed. though, upon becoming of age your father wasted no time in sending you to dragon stone. he insisted that it was important for you to know your betrothed and prepare for marriage, which a wedding was currently being planned. it seemed as though princess rhaenyra had been desperate to gain the support of your house, after all, what kind of queen would she be without the support of house tyrell? though you hadn't minded it all too much. prince lucerys was kind to you. he always pulled your chair out at dinner and took you for walks along the beach. he kissed you on the cheek and vowed he would be a good husband to you, and yet? you could not avoid the sinking feeling of what would become of you as his wife. the wedding arrangements were being made- they were simple waiting on you, waiting for your flower to blossom so that you would carry his heirs. it had come many moons ago and you had managed to hide the rags you used from everyone, your handmaid agreed to leave the sheets after you promised reward for her secrecy. though, you should have known that it would only last for so long.

for the day came where you had entered your bedroom chambers, the door had shut behind you with a click and your body was caught in the door frame. your eyes scrambled and a hand was brought to your lips following a gasp. for sitting down on the edge of your bed had been none other than the prince jacaerys, in his hand had been one of your blood stained panties that you had shoved under the mattress and his other hand was shoved feverishly in his pants. the dark haired prince was not necessarily exposed but you had seen enough to know what he had been stroking.

"prince jacaerys!" you gasped, he didn't stop, no, no- prince jacaerys only smiled at the sound of you gasping his name. he hummed for a moment the pace of his hand within his pants did not stop- it continued.

"come on now, don't act too surprised. you're a lady now, after all. should be able to handle the sight of a man. have you ever even seen a man nude?" jacaerys questioned as he continued to stroke himself your eyes looking at him in horror.

"i think you need to leave, prince jacaerys this is highly inappropriate. i am betrothed to your brother-" you were attempting to make a case for yourself however he stood from the bed, panties in his hand, and the other had removing from within his pants. the tip of his erect cock was peeking out from the seams of his opened pants. you attempted not to look, but you had never seen one before. not really, only in books. it was hard not to pay attention to the pink flushed head before you.

"aye, you are to wed my brother, and if you hadn't been keeping this from him you'd be wed to him already." jacaerys spoke, he reached out to grab you by the side, pulling you away from the door as he had brought the panties to your hands. without much regard jacerys pushed you back towards the bed, stumbling you caught yourself at the edge looking up to his wicked smile and you stood there vulnerable as he stepped towards you. "take off your dress." jacaerys demanded to which you recoiled, your body pushing back onto the bed as you slid towards your only escape. but he had grabbed onto your hips pulling you back towards the edge of the bed. now face to face his eyes met yours. "i said take off the dress." his voice was more stern and his hands remained on your lips.

"no, jace- i'm, i'm promised to another." you managed to stutter out your hands meeting his as you attempted to push them from your body and free yourself from his tightening grip.

"you'll be a good little pet and behave unless you want me to tell my brother what you've been hiding, worse, unless you want me to tell my mother what you've been hiding. this could be considered treason you know, do you have any idea with what a dragon can do to a pretty girl like you?" jacaerys questioned, tears begun to swell in your eyes as you scrambled under his pressure, you shook your head but your tears did nothing to get him to relent his grip.

"no, no- please, my prince. don't tell them. please." you begged your hands grabbing onto the back of your dress to pull at the corset strings. "i'll listen- i swear, just please don't tell them." your voice was weak as you pulled the blue dress from your body. the layers were pulled off until you were in nothing but your undergarments. jacaerys did not make any demands, instead his hands hungrily pulled the layers from your body until you were laying on the bed nude, in nothing but the tears that stained your face. you begged him for mercy, but it only seemed to make him harder knowing you were at his mercy.

the dark haired prince brought his hand to your pussy, his fingers sliding into your folds for a few seconds before you jumped back. his hand was brought back to your hip as he roughly grabbed onto your flesh. "stay still-" he gritted his fingers coming back to your pussy, he fumbled for a moment before he found the little bud between your lips. his fingers stroked in circles and you attempted to remain still- but your thighs were shaking, your back was arching- you hated the control he had over you. but your body loved whatever he was doing. soon you were moaning. "see- good girl, i knew you'd love this." jacaerys spoke his hand moving fasted on your bud for a few moments longer as he watched you squirm. "i think i know something else you'll like too," he grinned, he brought his hand to pull his pants down allowing them to pool at his ankles. it only took a second for you to understand what he wanted and while you were going to protest- demand your virtue is saved, jacaerys wasted no time in bringing himself to your hips.

by the time you managed to get out a "please, my prince-" to beg for his mercy his cock had been pushing past your entrance. your teeth gritting and tears running down your face as you felt him spread you onto him.

"mhm-" a hum escaped his throat. "i like it when you beg for me." jacaerys groaned as he continued to push himself into you, his hips stilling against yours as he pushed his entire length inside your tight walls. a groan left his lips as he begun to thrust a hand pushed down on your midsection to keep you in place as he did so. "gods- i think i'm going to have so much fun with you."

aemond targaryen

it was obvious that you were adored by your father in a way that your other siblings were not and there had been reasons for this, of course. for none of the kings children with alicent had attended to him so dearly. therefore, you remained at the castle even though you were several years above the child bearing age. you were plenty old enough to be wed and fulfil your duty as a lady, and yet? your father had been unwilling to betroth you. perhaps there had been a certain sort of purity and youth he had seen in you that he was unwilling to give away to anyone. aemond, however, had been sure that the time would come that you would be betrothed to him in the way that helaena and aegon had been betrothed to one another. yet, as the years dwindled on and aemond made request to your father for your hand they were rejected each. the obsession that aemond had with you did not fade over the years, he often found himself in your chambers, rummaging through your things, visiting you as you slept, watching you in the gardens, it didn't stop. aemond had to have you and there were no means by which he would stop until he had you.

perhaps it was just you being naïve, but you never noticed it, or perhaps, you were unable to accept such a behavior from your brother. in fact, you only knew him to be under the gaze of protecting you. therefore, you never mistook his kind intentions for cruel ones. therefore, you would have never expected what daemon was capable of. in fact, you had fled to the streets late on night with aegon- dressed as a peasant in a cloak and fled to the bars. drinking ale with aegon in flea bottom was not something your mother or father would have been to keen to hear. however, aegon and you had an understanding, to keep one another's secrets. however, you did not have this same understanding with aemond. for when you did manage to finally stumble into your chambers in the early morning hours you closed the door only to see your second eldest brother leaning against your bed.

"aemond?" you questioned stumbling a bit as the door shut behind you.

"sweet sister, you've been a very bad girl-" aemond purred, standing from your bed and taking slow strides towards you.

"i don't - i -" you begun to stutter.

"don't play dumb with me, y/n. you act as though i didn't know you weren't out with aemond- as if i can't smell ale on your breath. as if i can't see the sin on your clothes." aemond spoke, his voice stern. aemond was towering over you, looking down at you with his singular eye.

"i didn't do anything wrong, it was just harmless fun, brother." you attempted to reason with him. however, it was clear aemond was not convinced with your reasoning.

"harmless fun? how do you think father would feel knowing your going to flee bottom with aegon? drinking ale and doing gods knows what." aemond questioned you sharply. you didn't speak, your eyes looked down for you knew the disappointment that would consume him if his innocent daughter was out make a mockery of the crown. "perhaps i should go and tell him what you've done?" aemond mused.

"no, aemond!" you yelped blocking the door with your body to prevent him from leaving. "please, don't tell father. he'll betroth me, send me away." you spoke frantically, "it won't happen again. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." you begged desperately.

"you have any idea what you've done? what you've been doing? what if someone would have recognized you?" aemond questioned you sharply. "step aside- he must know," aemond ordered you, but you only pushed your body closer to the door.

"aemond, please. i'll do anything. don't tell father-" you begged. aemond froze in his tracks looking to you with less resistance.

"anything?" the prince questioned.

you nodded.

"get on your knees" he demanded.

"what?" you questioned, brows furrowing together. aemond couldn't help but to smirk.

"on your knees sister- i want to have your way with your pretty mouth" aemond purred.

"b-but aemond, i've never done that before. i'm a virgin." you attempted to defend yourself.

"you still will be, dear sister. i wouldn't dare take your maiden head like this." he spoke to comfort you, but comforting it was not. "but you must be punished."

you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. "but . . . aemond" you whined.

"on your knees." he grunted, his hands pushing down at your shoulders. "or i'll leave now-"

you obeyed, falling down to your knees. your face was looking directly at aemond's groin, which had now been enlarged. his fingers begun to untie the strings to his pants. the prince had impatiently pulled the strings free only to pull his throbbing cock from his pants. his hand gently gave it a few strokes before his other hand place two fingers on your jaw, pushing your face up by your chin to look at him.

"open that pretty mouth of yours and keep it open for me if you want me to keep your little secret." aemond demanded. your mouth parted slowly, opening a bit- however, the moment your soft lips parted aemond begun to shove the head of his cock in your mouth with a groan.

his hands found his way to your hair as he grabbed fist full of your hair, grabbing it by the roots as he slowly started to thrust himself into your mouth. tears begun to well in your eyes as he continued to go deeper. "fuck, y/n. you have the perfect little sleeve for my cock." he groaned, his hands pulling your head to take his length in deeper. he gave no care to the tears that were streaming down your face. if anything, aemond was enjoying it more, for his pace picked up without mercy- not caring if you gagged on it or if your hands were pushing gently as his hips to help steady yourself.

you looked pretty like this, crying with his cock stuffing your mouth- at his mercy.

"you're doing great, sweet sister. this'll do well, while we're waiting for our betrothal."

aegon targaryen ii

you had been in service to house targaryen ever since you were a young girl. like your mother and her mother before her you had followed in their footsteps working in the castle. your father likely worked in service of house targaryen as well, though, you never knew him. your mother had been a handmaiden of the queen, and once you had become of age the queen welcomed you on to be one of her handmaidens as well. it was a great honor for you to serve the queen. to wash her clothes and her sheets, to assist her in her needs and pour her wine. you were reminded of this by your mother often. you took your duty to the queen seriously as your mother advised you to do. however, you could not help but to wonder what life must have been like to be a lady of the red keep. therefore, alone in the queens chambers you were laying out one of her emerald green dresses and temptation had gotten the better of you. for you had spent the better half of your life washing silk dresses to never have the privilege of wearing one. therefore, alone in the queens chambers you slipped into the slimming dress. your body accented the dress well, with a similar build to the queen herself. your eyes looked down in wonder as for perhaps the first time in your life you felt beautiful, like a proper lady. this feeling quickly faded as the door had opened and a voice called out, "mother-"

you turned around in a gasp as you were met face to face with the kings first born son, aegon. you had never serviced aegon before. the queen kept you close to her. you had only seen him from afar. this was the closest you had ever been to him and his eyes were looking at you in awe. you feared in awe of what you had done.

"m-my prince," you stuttered out your hands grabbing at the back of the silk dress in attempts to pull the corset strings. "i'm sorry- i'm so sorry. i just wanted to try it on. don't tell the queen, please my prince." you begged near frantically, aegon could not help but a smile rest on his lips as he looked at you frantically.

"do you truly wish for me to not tell my mother? what will you do for me if i refuse to tell her?" aegon questioned you as your hands continued to pull the corset string. "no- leave the dress on." he demanded of you, you froze for a second.

"i will do whatever you want me to, my prince." you spoke to him with a quiver of your lips for aegon stepped closer to you, face to face he looked you up and down with a sickening smile across his lips.

"turn around. let me have my way with you, and then i will let you go without a word of it to my mother." aegon bargained with you. he could see the terror in your eyes at his offer. though he did not offer you an opportunity to mull it over. "and who knows what my mother would do with you-" he continued.

a part of you feared of what shame would come over your family; if the queen had known you were wearing her clothes. surely you and your mother would be thrown to the streets- and here? you were fed and housed. you were safe. you couldn't do that to her, therefore, you complied and slowly turned around. aegon let out a grunt of satisfaction, reaching his hand in his pants and pulling his cock from his pants. aegon did not even take the time to undo his pants, instead he simply pulled them down to free himself. next, his hands grabbed at the silks of the dress and hoisted them up until he had found your waist under the dress. one of aegon's hands fumbled with your undergarments for a moment as he pulled them down your thighs and without much warning apart from the sound of him spitting in his hand, aegon was pushing himself into you.

aegon slid himself in slowly at first before giving a small punch of his hips to put himself the rest of the way with a grunt. aegon allowed no time for you to adjust to him inside of you, instead one of his hands steadied your hips as he begun to fuck you ruthlessly, thrusting up into you at an unforgiveable pace. his face had been in your hair, shakily breathing in as he fucked you.

"do you like that, mommy?" aegon asked you as he had continued to fuck you, his free hand moving to the slightly exposed area of your breast and giving it a tender squeeze. you were frozen in shock from his question, but aegon squeezed your breast harder as he continued to fuck you, pushing his cock deep inside you despite having to fight against the silk dress that bundled at your hips. "say yes- tell me i'm a good boy. tell me-" aegon demanded, he sped up his hips, slamming into you sloppily as if to punish you for your hesitation .

"yes, yes. good boy- you're a good boy," you begun to weep in hopes aegon would satisfy and steady from the torture that he was inflicting on your cunt. tears were running down your cheeks and aegon was beginning to grunt into your ear as he continued to thrust into you, slowing slightly as he could feel you begin to get wet.

"again, say it again-"

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Aegon x sister!reader (maybe the child of Aemma) where she puts him on his place once and for all

Aegon Targaryen*Truce

Pairing: aegon x sister!reader

Word count: 2359

Warnings: arranged marriage, feud, teasing, mocking, aegon having a drinking problem, viserys being a shitty dad, swearing, talks of whores, aegon hitting on reader, angst with slight fluff at points

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You hated your husband. He was rude and arrogant and a drunk and lazy and loud and egotistical and if the rumours were to be believed a whore. Aegon Targaryen was one of the most infuriating people you had ever met so when Rhanerya told you, you were to be married you screamed.

“You can’t possibly think I will go along with this! I hate him!”

“I know,”

“You know last time I saw him he told me I was prettier than all the whores in Kings Landing combined,”

“I remember,”

“And another thing-“

“Sweet sister,” Rhanerya stood from her chair to take your arms and stopping the pacing that had began to wear holes in the carpet, “You knew you had to marry eventually,” she said with a sympathetic smile.

You ripped yourself from her grip, “but to him?” you almost spat back, “What is father even thinking?”

“He’s thinking about the succession,” she said, her face morphing from concern to sternness as she began her lecture. It was one you heard a thousand times about duty and work and the crown. Rhanerya had gave you the lecture, your father had gave you the lecture, your aunts and uncles and lady’s and lords had all gave you the lecture. Maybe your mother too would have if she hadn’t died when you were so young. Even the queen Alicent had tried to give you the lecture.

There was no winning this argument. The debate was settled and no one heard your case. As your dear sister pointed out you didn’t even have one. You had been staying with Rhanerya in Dragonstone for some time but now it was time to return to Kings Landing.

“Daughters!” Viserys greeted with a warm hug and smile as you descended off your dragons back. “My sweet daughter,” he said, holding your hands gently, “I hope you are as excited as I am,” you did your best to smile back at him, nodding courteously to avoid another scolding.

“Boo,” Aegon whispered in your ear as he suddenly appeared at your back. you hated the way you jumped and hated more the way he sniggered, “How was the journey my dear, sweet, darling?” he said, moving to stand in front of you and meet your eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile.

You fixed an equally exaggerated one on yours as you spoke, “Wonderful my love. There was just one slight issue,”

“Oh, and do tell,” he said, swaying in closer, bending his head down in mock concern, “Your comfort is my top priority,”

You glanced over the full throne room which was currently filled with your betrothal celebrations. You turned back to Aegon once you were assured there was no eavesdroppers, “I never fell into the sea and drowned like I prayed for,”

You weren’t sure what the look that took over Aegon’s face was. Lust, anger, bitter hatred or sadness. It was all a mix behind his lilac eyes, “You’ve always had quite the humour my sweet,” he smiled bitterly before turning to face the room, “Quite the turnout, don’t you think?”

“Funerals tend to be popular affairs,” you mused before waltzing off into the crowd, leaving a now stunned Aegon behind to pick up his own jaw.

Aemond had only been a couple paces away when you departed and he was quick to join his brother’s side, “Must you always be a bother?”

Aegon snorted at his younger brother, “Please you didn’t even hear what I said,”

“So? I know you,”

“And?”

“I know you’re an ass,” Aemond said as casually as saying the sky was blue, “Try not drive your wife away before you’ve even wedded her. especially if you want any chance of bedding her,”

Aegon snorted, his eyes catching the floor, “Who said I wanted that?” he tried to say cooly.

Aemond leaned in to whisper in his ear, “The way your eyes are locked on her ass when she walks away,”

Luckily, you’d managed to avoid Aegon for the majority of the wedding lead up. Between catching up with past friends and mingling with prestigious lords you had little time for the creature. That was until tonight.

Viserys had decided there should be a dinner with his brother, wife, and all his children. You dreaded the whole affair, thinking how torturous it would be. However, you didn’t realise you would be getting off lightly.

While distant Viserys had always been kind to you at the least. he sent gifts on birthdays and said sweet even if hollow words. To Rhanerya, your older sister, he dotted on and to daemon he made jokes and laughed like old friends. However even you grimaced at the way he spoke to his sons.

To Helena he was kind though looked confused by everything she said or did or was. He barely looked towards Aemond and when he did you saw the shame behind his eyes. Anytime his attention turned to Aegon the boy seemed to shrink.

You had been sat next to your betrothed and in this time noticed how quiet he was. You were only two years older than him and always remembered when you were in Kings Landing together how he ran through corridors shouting and screaming as a child. You remembered the loud boasts he’d shout over the hall when you returned when he was a teen. However right now he was as quiet as a mouse.

Anytime his father looked at him he shrunk further into his seat and reach for his wine. The few comments Viserys made towards his eldest son had been lack lustre and cold. When Rhanerya asked about his achievements he would make jokes about the time he dropped a sword during a pretend dule.

“I was eight fathers,” Aegon tried to defend himself but when Viserys made another jib he just finished the wine in his cup instead of argue.

As Viserys and daemon laughed loudly, telling a drunken story from their youth to each other despite both being there at the time, you turned to Aegon, “Are you okay?” you whispered, so quietly only he would hear.

His eyebrow raised slightly, mostly in shock you spoke to him willingly let alone to ask him a question. A forced smile pulled on his lips as he slightly raised his cup, “I am drunk,”

“That’s not what I asked,” you whispered back, glancing back at the laughing older men at the other end of the table, “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” Aegon whispered, draining his cup for what felt like the fifth time, “It’s not your fault I’m a screw up,”

You wanted to defend him but as you opened your mouth you heard an ‘oohing’ from the bottom of the table, “The love birds are at it,” Daemon announced, nudging his brother’s side with his elbow. Cackles came from them both and sympathetic smiles from the rest of the table.

By the end of dinner, the king was slurring his words and everyone else was exhausted. Aegon stood from his chair, stumbling slightly and earning a heavy sigh from his mother. “Perhaps the prince could escort me to my chambers? After all this castle can be a maze at the best of times,” you suggested to the room.

Your eldest sister was shocked, but Alicent was quick to usher you both away. As soon as you exited the room Aegon went to stumble and fall and without thinking you reached out to steady him, “Careful!” you chastised.

Aegon ignored your pleas and instead slung his arm over your shoulder. You grabbed his hand that was dangling far to close to your breasts for comfort and pulled it away. Instead, you linked your arm with his, “Well that was torturous,” he slurred as you walked the halls.

“Is he always such an ass?” you asked as you reached some dreaded stairs.

“Nah,” Aegon said, shaking his head as he walked up stairs like a baby dear, “He stays away from me most of the time. First dinner I’ve had with him in what, four months? Maybe five actually. When was his name day again?” he asked.

“Nine months ago,” you said, and he clicked his fingers, nodding his head in affirmation before going quiet. “I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Why?” he asked as you approached the corridor to his room, “You’ve never done anything wrong. Even as kids you were always perfect,”

“I was hardly perfect,” you laughed, remembering all the antics you were involved in, “You were just overly naughty,”

“Its more fun that way,” he winked, a smirk growing on his face as he lent in. you pushed him away, but this time laughed slightly as you did. “Hey this is my room!” he said as you approached the door, “I was to escort you to yours,” he tried to walk past you, but you easily pushed him back with one hand.

“I think I’ll manage,”

“You sure?”

“Positive,”

“Okay,” he yawned, pawing at the doorknob before finally opening it, “Unless of course you want to sleep here,” he added as he stood in the doorway.

“I think ill pass,” you said, screwing your nose up at him though finding the drunken smile on his face oddly endearing.

That was until he kept talking, “C’mon sweetheart. You’ll be joining me here soon enough,” he said as his eyes tried to trail your frame.

Instead, you stepped forward, shoving his chest making him sway back far enough for you to grab the door handle, “Goodnight Aegon,” you sighed before shutting the door behind him and walking back to your own chambers.

You somehow saw even less of Aegon after that night. It was odd though. You actually found yourself looking for him in crowded rooms. “Is your brother alright?” you asked Aemond one evening as you stumbled across him in the library.

He looked up with a light smirk on his face, “why? Don’t tell me you’re becoming fond of him,” he teased making you let out a heavy sigh.

“No, I just wanted to make sure my betrothed wasn’t dead in a ditch or collecting diseases at a brothel,”

Aemond laughed lightly at that, “No not this time. He’s been in his room mostly. Don’t know why though. He wont talk much. He gets like this sometimes. Don’t worry though it will pass,”

“I wasn’t worried,” you said before turning to leave.

“You haven’t even touched a book yet,” Aemond called after you, but you ignored his teasing to find Aegon.

When you arrived at his room you knocked quickly but when no one answered you did it again but louder. A few moments passed before you groaned and checked the door to find it unlocked. You opened it without hesitation, “Who’s there!” a startled voice came from the sheets.

Aegon struggled to sit up for a moment as you closed the door behind you and placed your hands on your hips, “It’s been a week,”

“Hello to you too,” he sighed, flinging himself back into bed when he realised it was you.

You groaned as you walked over to him, ripping the sheets off his body as he yelped. You were thankful he was at the least wearing a shirt and his small clothes. “Are you avoiding me?”

“Is everything about you?”

“Do you always have to be an ass?” you retorted.

Aegon sighed as he finally sat up in bed, “Why do you care? You don’t even like me,”

Against your better judgement you sat down on the edge of the bed, “Well it looks like there’s no escape for me, so I better try,”

“Oh great, a pity conversation,” Aegon rolled his eyes, “How romantic,”

You couldn’t help it anymore. It had all been building up. The tears were pricking your eyes. You felt your hand slap his cheek and watched his face fill with shock. “I am trying,” you said, standing up and pointing at him as a few spare tears trickled down your cheeks, “I never asked for this and neither did you, but I am trying. You can’t flirt with me and check me out and expect me to fawn over you. I’m not some common whore and even then, they’re paid to like that kind of crap,”

Aegon’s face had softened slightly during your rant, but he soon fixed a distant look on his face. “don’t act so innocent. the first thing you did when you arrived is tell me you’d rather kill yourself than marry me,” You felt your shoulders slump at his words. “You always hated me,”

“Then stop giving me reasons too,” you said and as he went to sigh you cut his defences off, “Stop checking me out when I talk to you and undress me with your eyes. Stop going to the silk streets and visiting brothels. Stop making bitchy comments about me and stop pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. And for the love of the gods do it sober,” you ranted however when you stopped the room fell silent.

Aegon eventually broke it as his voice cracked, “Then what? You’ll love me?”

“No,” you said plainly but you returned to sit beside him on the bed, “But then we could be friends. Or at the least try. I don’t want to hate you Aegon, but you drive me crazy,” a small smile went on his face at the last line, “You enjoy making me mad,”

“Sometimes,” he confessed, his smile growing, “It’s funny when you’re mad,”

“Then I must be hilarious,” you joked, “So do we have a truce?”

Aegon paused for a moment before putting his hand out for you to shake, “Truce,” he said as you accepted his handshake, “So what is it friends do?”

You tilted your head at him, almost out of pity, “I don’t know. We could talk?”

“You always get annoyed when we do that,” he said making you huff. A grin spread on his face, “See?”

You rolled your eyes at the blonde, “I hate you,”

His grin widened, “For once I don’t believe that”

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lovl3igh · 1 month

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defending baela on the internet isn't enough, I need a dragon

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zacncheese · 6 months

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This dress is hated far more than it frankly deserves

#house targaryen #targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #princess rhaenyra #pro rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra #team black #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd rhaenyra #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #young rhaenyra #milly alcock #george rr martin #this dress isn’t that bad y’all are just mean #like it’s plain and I definitely would have preferred more fancy pretty dresses for my girl but the hate is crazy

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shortnotsweet · 1 year

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Pearl of the Realm [Part 1, 2]

inspired by Twitter posts about Lucerys showing up to court in this pearl lingerie set and blowing Aemond’s virginal, incel mind to absolute smithereens, bringing him to his knees in a public space like the loser he is. I don’t know which Lucemond Twitter account talking about this specifically caught my attention, so lemme know/tag them if you do bc they got the gears in my brain TURNING ok I went into a trance and when I awoke, Luke dripping in pearls appeared. As he should. Also, fun fact, the reference pic had white pearls but I used Tahitian/black pearls instead, because Team Black, and also they’re generally more rare.

@twincomets i present these pics as proof. I swear it happened and got confirmation that there is, indeed, a god in this universe! how exciting

#lucemond #lucerys valeryon #aemond x lucerys #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #my art #in my mind this is absolutely scandalous and the cogs in Aemond’s repressed catholic brain go ERROR DO NOT COMPUTE #like he fully shuts down for twenty minutes while Luke prances around in his couture jewelry set he calls an outfit #i used these gorgeous reference pictures and all and i prefer the white pearls for effect #but since wardrobe is supposed to make a statement i think it would be fitting if the fabric was a color of blue green #but the pearls themselves were black just like his mother’s dress #so a bit of both to show his ahem heritage #after Aemond’s brain comes back online he is frothing at the mouth #Aegon is laughing his ass off #the pearls were a real pain to color in tho #i never want to draw circles again

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I realised that the reason I enjoy team greens family scenes more because they remind me of the Roy’s from succession. They’re so messy and toxic but hilarious to watch and equally as great in the intense, dramatic scenes too. The characters have so many layers and their relationships with each other are so complex.

#i would prefer the blacks (minus damon) to be my actual family though but the toxic ones are more entertaining for tv #house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #team green #before anyone asks i want rhaenyra on the throne and for alicent to find happiness #i don’t have a team or get involved in the bs #the writing doesn’t hit the same way succession does but the actors are great ans i hope the writing improves in s2

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Emma’s side profile appreciation post

#rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #them looking so good #love their side profile #emma d’arcy #I honestly prefer their rhaenyra #black and red queen #✨nose✨#twitter: celinde_louisa

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the-desilittle-bird · 10 months

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AN- Another preference guys!!! Also, I have an angsty Daemon oneshot based on Tere Liye song in my drafts...

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

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Being in an Arranged Marriage

Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark & Criston Cole

Warnings- Westrosi Shenanigans

Daemon 'Rogue Prince' Targaryen

You are an honorable lady of one of the Great Houses of Westeros. And after Lady Rhea Royce dies mysteriously, your father plotted to marry you into a marriage with the Rogue Prince.

You had met him a few times earlier, and you were less than impressed with his... antics.

You swore you would have ran if you weren't devoted to your father and his life's work in order to make a beautiful legacy for your family (sounds Lannister-ish).

You had controlled the urge to laugh during the entirety of the feast hosted to honour your betrothal with the prince.

Daemon's face resembled that of a pouty kid who was denied something he needed. While on the other hand, Viserys was gleaming with happiness as he congratulated the "beautiful pair".

The wedding was lavish, much to both your and your husband's dismay. And while you covered your dismay with grace; his remained bad.

He was partially dragged to the sept by his brother.

Marriage with him can go two ways.

Either you become another bronze bitch for him.

Or you impress him with your charms and he ends up being completely enamored by you.

If you try to reject his advances; he will never quit making them.

And when you accept his devotion, he will be the happiest man in Westeros.

Aemond 'One-Eyed' Targaryen

He marries you on his mother's demand.

Very formal and stoic. Will reward you with only a hand on your back in extreme situations.

Aegon teasing him about the upcoming bedding after your wedding.

Also offering you an opportunity to approach him if Aemond doesn't suffices you.

"My lady, you know where to find me if my brother can't suffice your womanly desires in bed."

You in reply, had smiled sarcastically and said, "it won't be required."

The boy's ego was wounded.

While Aemond was downright impressed by your courage.

It starts slow with him.

And takes a loooooong while before he shows you his left eye; bared of the eyepatch he wears.

You had a hard start; worse than that of possible.

But he starts seeing you as family after Helaena softens up with you and you spend time with his niece and nephew. Alicent also likes you.

He would never compliment you directly or profess his love in words. But his actions speak louder than anything else.

Otto 'Hand of the King' Hightower

You are his second wife. And not really a recipient of his love and care.

Purely political marriage with both your and his house benefiting in some way; all while you were being prepared to be a man's second wife.

You learnt quickly how you shall always been seen as a shadow of his wife. And you were actually happy with it.

Both of you shall perform your duties to one another, but that would be it.

No speaking until necessary.

His children not liking you at first; but once you start to open up with them, they come to tolerate your presence.

The first real conversation you two have is after you find Alicent crying in her room, reminiscing the happy family they used to be before her mother perished.

You had barged into his office, demanding to know when was the last time he spoke to his daughter.

And you fought for hours. Until you broke down into tears as your patience ran thin.

"YOU DO NOT CARE OF ANYONE AROUND YOU, BUT YOURSELF! Not Alicent, not your sons, not the king... not me."

He saw you in new light that day. Someone who was ready to fight for his family.

And he starts engaging you in conversations at feast.

And honestly, you like it. Being noticed by your husband who only saw you as a trophy before.

Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon

Your father was the most important merchant in Essos; and you were his precious little daughter.

You met Corlys for the first time after his negotiations with your father.

When your father tells you that you shall be married to the Sea Snake to assure the new alliance’s birth and growth.

You were extremely angry. And hurt.

Your marriage to him was anything but modest; and took place in Driftmark.

You could feel the unease radiating off the lords and the King as they congratulated you and your new husband.

Unfortunate for you, your father skipped the part of him being a widower and having kids close to your age.

And you were furious. Very. Very. Furious.

You kicked and screamed; creating a scene behind the closed doors while your new family and your family was present.

Tensed with anger and disappointment burning deep in your chest, you find yourself roaming the beach as the sun raced towards the horizon.

You hadn't expected the man, your new husband, to come for you. But he did.

And you talked, deciding a few terms for easy marriage life.

Cregan 'Wolf of the North' Stark

You were from the West; betrothed to him after his first wife passes during childbirth, leaving him with a son, alone.

And so, your father decides that you should become his second wife and mother to his barely a year old son.

Your betrothal is officiated on letters. No formal meeting. No courting.

You were sent to the North before a fortnight from your wedding.

You arrived to be greeted by Sara Snow, since you cannot see Cregan before your wedding, as per traditions.

You have a wedding in the customs of North.

And then a smaller wedding with only close people around in the small Sept in Winterfell, where you are wedded in your traditions.

The feast following was loud and warm with wine flowing the cups and fire blazing in the backdrop.

When you were asked to share your first dance as a couple, your very first dance anyway; you hesitated as you accompanied him.

But everything went very very smoothly.

And then was the time of bedding ceremony. And Gods! Were you overjoyed when Cregan defended your honor and downright canceled the ceremony.

"Anyone who shall dare touch my bride shall spend his life without any further children. I and my wife are perfectly able to find our way to our chambers."

That night, there was no bedding. But you spent the time conversing while Rickon Stark slept against your bosom, peacefully.

Criston 'Kingmaker' Cole

Since he is the part of King's Guard, he can't marry anyone. But after he takes on the position of Hand of the King to King Aegon II and Prince Regent Aemond, that's a different story.

He arrives at your father's holdstead with a handwritten letter from the Queen Dowager Alicent, asking for your father's allegiance to the Greens.

But your father was no fool.

You were his eldest; first of the four sisters.

And so, he asks for a betrothal in exchange.

But with Aegon already married and Aemond betrothed to marry and Daeron too young for you, he asks Criston to marry you.

And with his undying loyalty to Alicent and Greens, he does.

The ceremony is small and not flashing, with only Aemond and your family present.

There was no feast. Just a close dinner between family.

You were scared... terrified actually.

But the Hand of the King reassured you that he will do nothing you don't wish for, and instead of consummating the marriage, he falls asleep; on the floor.

And you realize that maybe, he isn't as bad as you have heard of him.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon preferences #hotd preferences #daemon targaryen headcanon #aemond targaryen headcanons #otto hightower x reader #corlys velaryon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #cregan stark x reader #criston cole x reader #house targaryen #hotd headcanon

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: minor spoilers, everyone is over the age of 18. Their names are linked with my fancast as well xx

Warnings: kidnapping, well more so mentions of kidnapping?

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𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Confident & Flirty (Rhaenyra) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (You)

・It was her father’s idea to cease the feud and move forward. To start fresh.

・To have the both of you ... spend time together.

・ You to visit King’s Landing and Rhaenyra to visit your home

・Rhaenyra was adamant that she was still able to choose her partner, so this is what Viserys came up with

・Platonic, romantic, it didn’t matter what came out of the time together, just as long as things were learnt and traditions were honoured

・Daemon wasn’t happy with this, but Rhaenyra...well she was fine with it

・Until she realised just how sheltered you grew up, and knew you weren’t going to be as wild as she

・There was a mutual understanding about your new “friendship”, that you both played along while everyone was watching but when their backs were turned, you acted as you pleased

・Both of you thought the other was weird in some way

・But with time, you... fell into platonic love

・Protecting the other from slanderous accusations as well

・You did each other’s hair, picked clothing for one another

・Opened up about your thoughts, your feelings - not just about this situation but about ... everything. The world and all its wonders, its evils.

・Talking about your maesters and what you’ve been taught - how you’ve been taught, what your favourite things are/your special interests

・The absolute best thing that happened was riding Syrax though

・The dragon, a gorgeous burnt orange beauty, was hesitant for the first half an hour.

・It was well known that Syrax was a tad ... moody

・The weather had to be right for her to go out flying

・So when you sat down on the sandy, dusty ground of the dragonpit and ...spoke to her, she was rather startled

“...had a good sleep Syrax?”

・You said it so casually

・Rhaenyra burst into laughter, but made sure you wouldn’ be able to hear her. She wasn’t expecting this interaction. Her fearsome dragon, crouching down to look you in the eye, her tail flicking back and forth. Like some sort of interested cat.

・But you continued on, not caring about the world around you

“To be honest, I didn’t. I’ve been a bit nervous about today. And it’s completely okay if you don’t want to take me up.”

・But Syrax was more than happy to take you flying, in fact, she flew farther and longer than usual

・It was one of the best experiences you had ever had

・And soon Rhaenyra’s romantic love followed

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Excited ALL. THE. TIME. (Harwin) X Oh God I Cannot Be Falling In Love With This Dipshit (You)

(think Jamie x Claire from Outlander)

・Harwin saw your family’s feud as kinda stupid. He isn’t the type of guy to hold grudges.

・So when you came into court, with a scowl and a mean look in your eyes, he knew you were going to be fun

・He wouldn’t leave you alone

・This hulk of a man, with a tinge of red on his cheeks would always find you during feasts and banquets - any reason for celebration, he would be right by your side

・You were fighting feelings inside of you every time Harwin was around

・The way he winked at you from across the hall, always asked for a dance during feasts (even when no one else was dancing), even when you were outside sitting on one of the benches; he would silently sit down beside you and bump his knee to yours

・It was an internal fight every. single. time.

・In the beginning you thought maybe he was just teasing you, trying to rile you up, get a rise out of you. Maybe even get you into his bed and then shame you

・But Harwin was ... so different. To all the other men at court. Or that you’d met. Even different to your family; your brothers, your father.

・You knew there was some sort of golden light, or ... good seed, inside him. You knew you could truly trust him

・And so you did

・You started to open up to Harwin; stopping the insults and cold exterior

・He didn’t even make fun of you for it -

・For changing how you interacted with him. Because he knew something about you too. That you were different; like him.

・You were thankful for that. There was something about opening up that was difficult for you. And having that grace was one of the reason’s why ... you loved Harwin

・There were times when Harwin’s father shook his head and sighed, knowing that your own father (who was the enforcer of the hatred toward the other) would explode if he found out

・And one day he did

・But you knew exactly who you needed to go to. You knew exactly where to run

・Harwin’s arms were waiting for you, as soon as he saw your face he knew

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Menace To Society (You) x Living Moral Compass (Jace)

・You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious. There was a lot of history between the two of you - not family related, but friendship related

・You were set to marry someone else and Jacaerys felt like his heart had shattered well and truly

・It was your wedding night, and right before you were going to say your vows, the enemy had hit

・They took the wedding as the weakest moment to attack

・And the pillar that had crumbled atop Jace made you scream

・Running to him, nearly tripping over the rocks on the floor, you pushed everything that was on him to the side and started to cry

・You sobbed and sobbed, while holding his body in your hands

・The blood running down his face, you used your clothes to clean him up

“Don’t die on me, don’t you die on me Jacaerys Targaryen. I love you too much.”

・Magic words

・Fated words actually

・Because it was destined that the two of you were to be together. Although no one but the stars and the ancestors knew

・Your fiance was shocked by your confession; disgusted, betrayed, but they understood. To some degree, they understood.

・After the battle had been won, thanks to Daemon and Caraxes, Rhaenyra smiled at the memory. The way you so desperately needed Jace to live.

・It wasn’t until Jace was in recovery, conscious and healing when Rhaenyra told him what you’d confessed. He had been completely out of it when you’d said those words.

・Before he had woke, you’d visited him everyday. Bringing flowers, momentos, things you thought he’d like

・You sat and spoke to him, read to him

・But when he awoke, you couldn’t bear to see the look on his face. To look him in the eyes.

・Rhaenyra had to practically drag you to see him

・Yet, when you did, you ran to each other and embraced so strongly that you nearly fell over

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real

・Wary doesn’t describe how distant Alicent was with you

・She truly thought of you as an enemy. And when Alicent sees someone as such, well, the interaction is never pleasant

・Because when the two of you were together, something lit up

・It was a pull from both of you; magnetism, and it took everything not to take each other when you were alone

・But your families had a firm disdain for each other. Which didn’t make sense for the Hightowers’ as they tried to get on with everybody

・And it wasn’t until you and Alicent kept up your interactions that your family were forced to confront their hatred

・You and Alicent continually went behind their backs because your curiosity outweighed your dislike

・Why did your families hate each other? Where did it start? Why can’t it stop?

・The usual obedient Alicent was heavily influenced by you. Who had a warriors heart - you were brave, braver than many family members who came before you

・And you built a bridge with Alicent.

・Even if she didn’t want to, you were adamant that you could rectify the wrongs that had plagued your family for generations

・Because if you didn’t, then your family would crumble into nothing

・Alicent didn’t know this. That you had more motive than curiosity to build friendship

・And she did eventually find out the true meaning behind your interactions

・But instead of being angry, she shocked herself by being ... impressed

・You had a drive that she had seen. But that drive wasn’t to better yourself, but to keep your family alive

・She loved it. Ambition, but not for yourself. For the ones you loved.

・And that’s why she went against her father’s wishes, and kept seeing you.

・The two of you were practically super sleuthing as neither of your family members’ would tell the same version of events

・So digging up you went, searching for answers, interviewing family and trying not to be too suspicious

・And during this time, Alicent started to develop a crush on you. A hardcore crush on you...

・Otto soon found out and banned you from seeing each other.

・But one taste of rebellion and that’s all Alicent needed to go against her father’s wishes ... again

・After finding out what actually happened, you went to Alicent to show her your findings and when you explained what happened, she flung her arms around you and gave you a kiss

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Complete And Utter Badass, Rather Monstrous (Daemon) x Their Ray Of Light Who Has Them Wrapped Around Their Finger (You)

・Only someone as badass as you could grab Daemon’s attention and hold it (not that you cared much for it)

・He had seen you on the battle field, a bow and arrow in hand

・Taking down enemies left and right, and when you entered the battle, every strike ran true. There wasn’t a man alive whenever you swung your sword

・There was something so invigorating about seeing your body move in such violent and graceful ways

・Daemon knew that no matter where you came from or who you were, you were going to be his

・So it was a shock to find that you were on the opposing side of the battle

・You hated the Targaryens, namely Daemon who had inadvertedly taken your family from you

・But Daemon saw your abilities and knew he could make you into one of the best fighters there ever was

・So he ... kidnapped you

・Only to explain why he thought you’d be one of the best warriors Westeros has ever seen

・Under his guidance of course

・It wasn’t until the third night that you accepted. He thought it was because of the ... benefits, that you had accepted. But no, it was because you secretly wanted to slaughter him and his entire family

・However, you played along. Under the gauise of wanting to expand your prospects. You had terms, and the main was that he was never to come near you with desire

・All was going well; he taught you a lot. Not just about combat, but about yourself, the world and challenged what you thought you knew

・Your family history wasn’t as straightforward as you had believed. And what more, was that the Targaryens barely had anything to do with your family’s downfall.

・It had been your own kin who had slain one another

・Brother had turned on brother, and it left you with nothing but a fable

・Daemon had given you this information because he knew you weren’t training just for the sake of glory. You had something planned and he needed you to know the truth before you took action

・It was difficult to deny your feelings growing for Daemon, whose personality seemed to mesh with yours so well, that even Viserys saw a difference in him

・It was astonishing to see what a focused Daemon could do, and the worries that Viserys had were gone, when he saw how far you’d come

・You became a beacon for Daemon; someone he could go to not to talk, but to train. To let off steam, to go on adventures with (under the pretense off “teaching” you something)

・Caraxes became very familiar with you, and would actively seek you out as well, as he was so disliked amongst the other dragons, that companionship was sparse

・The bond between both beings meant that you often forgot your hatred, which had lessened with each day

・You soon saw Daemon as a companion, a friend; someone who saw all of you and didn’t shy away. He saw all your darkness, your rage, your violence, chaos, confusion. Everything. He saw everything.

・And he didn’t shy away

・What brought you together was that you reciprocated this

・You saw Daemon’s violence and didn’t blink an eye (NEVER towards you though)

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like x Keeps The Rocks

・Your grandfather had a long lasting hatred for the Targaryens. It was personal, but it kept your family at a distance

・But your fascination with the Targaryens was always prevalent throughout your childhood

・And whenever you brought them up, your family would shush you. Telling you that you aren’t supposed to ask anything about them

・But it wasn’t until after your grandfather’s death that your family was invited to court by Viserys

・As it turns out, Viserys had been sending invitations for years but your grandfather was declining every single one

・And when your family finally accepted, Viserys ordered there to be a huge feast awaiting for your arrival

・You weren’t expecting this, but your eager eyes were looking for something in particular.

・But you didn’t expect that certain thing to be kept chained in a pit

・When you were in the throne room, being introduced to Viserys’ children, the news about the dragons was disappointing

・And a young Targaryen woman shared that same disappointment

・Around the same age as you, the two of you would have quickly been pushed together. To get to know each other, but both your families knew how ... peculiar you both were, and were adamant that the two of you should be left apart. Since they were scared their offspring would say or do the wrong thing

・But somehow you bumped into each other in the castle halls, and in the garden, and somehow ... in the dragonpit

・Soon you came to know Heleana. Both her physical and emotional quirks

・ And gods, Heleana was one of the sweetest people you have ever met. She wasn’t like the rest of the people you had come across.

・She understood how your brain worked and you understood hers

・The white-haired woman’s love for you came about because you actually listened to her. You always wanted to know what she thought, what she felt.

・You actively asked her about her visions, and you believed her.

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

(𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘)

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Aemond) x The Top (You)

・Aemond was never the type of person to go against his family’s wishes - especially his mother’s.

・So when he found you underneath his bed, waiting to attack, he found it quite amusing.

“Your name, what is it?” He had snarled, still in his night clothes.

“My name is of no importance to a dead man.”

“I see no dead men here.”

・And then somehow he had you pinned on the floor, knife at your throat and white hair like a curtain. All you could see was Aemond’s face; pink tight-lips, pale face, his one good blue eye and his other eye socket was empty, his sapphire orb lay on his bedside table.

・Your body reacted in a way you did not wish it to

・You blushed

“Big bad assassin,” Aemond whispered, the cold blade still pressed against your throat. You could feel his weight and as you started to whisper back, you used it to your advantage.

・Moving your legs so they were around his waist, you stunned him with a kiss and in one fluid moment, you flipped him over and pinned his arms above his head

“Remember,” you panted, “I’m always on top.”

・It was then that Aemond realised he was in trouble

・Because your blade didn’t slice, nor did it cut. It clattered to the side as you got up and left

・The next day your House was introduced to court and Aemond did everything he could not to react

・You were the direct heir to your House, and when you spotted Aemond in the Throne room, all you could do was smirk. He had no idea. No idea that you were now going to live in King’s Landing - in the castle itself

・Those months were excruciating for Aemond, not just because he thought you were going to kill him at any moment, but because you acted as if he was nothing at all. Nothing more than a Prince.

・You bowed when you walked passed him, stood when he entered a room

・It became a common occurence for Aemond to look under the bed. To see if his little nightmare was real

・And all the while, you watched from afar, a delighted smile on your face

・It took 6 months of Aemond to make his move. It had to be well thought out of course

・He couldn’t just try anything. No. It needed to be the perfect plan, one that would both out and villainise you

・But again, unbeknownst to the One Eyed Prince, you were three steps ahead

・He hated you; he loved this game even though he tried to hide it and in turn ... he ... loved ... you

・It was a horrible realisation. One that Aegon, of all people, pointed out to him

・And Aemond avoided you (yes, like the plague)

・It took two weeks, that’s all he could bare - of not looking at you, not hearing your voice, your laugh

・And when he went to leave his chambers to seek you out, you were already at his door...

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Arranged Marriage

・He had been sent to Oldtown and had no idea that you would be there too

・Otto had arranged your marriage; your father agreeing to it only under the circumstances of equal opportunity

・You were emblazed with anger

・And on your wedding day, you had screamed and cried and fought until it was time to walk down the aisle

・Your father explained how important this marriage was. This alliance would bring safety to your House, and it was in that moment that you knew what you had to do

・You had never seen Daeron before, but heard of the story of how he got his name, “The Daring.”

・And the fact that it was nationally know that he was the most likeable out of the Targaryen brothers...

・You knew your father had bargained for him rather than Aemond, who was harsh and unforgiving

・Daeron stood at the end of the aisle, a charming smile on his boyish face.

・ I can do this, you thought triumphantly, I can, I will.

・When the ceremony was over and the reception was done, you were escorted to your marriage bed with Daeron, who had made every effort to make you feel comfortable

・While alone together, in your shared room, with the fire blazing, Daeron’s kind smile did not change. There was no flip of personality or loss of kindness.

・You soon realised that what you saw in Daeron is what is truly there

・And you felt safe with him

・Which made it even harder to hate him.

・With each insult you slung his way, he seemed to side step it

・And when you realised that the Prince wasn’t going to hurt you, or take you away from your family or traditions...things started to change for you. You saw him as he is. Golden hearted.

・Life with Daeron is full of sunshine, blue skies and love

・Meeting Tessarion was a big experience and one that you will never forget.

・Through the bond she knew your relationship with Daeron, and was apprehensive about you but allowed you to clamber onto her anyway.

・Considering she was one of the younger dragons, she had incredible speed and stamina.

・That ride bonded all three of you. Making you feel closer to Daeron, wanting him...the seed of desire had started to grow

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#yandere #male yandere #soft yandere #game of thrones #yandere x reader #game of thrones preferences #got x reader #got fanfiction #got headcanons #yandere got #yandere game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones x reader #yandere hotd #hotd #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere house targaryen

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Aegon Targaryen*Promise

Pairing: Modern Aegon x reader

TW: Alcoholism, addiction, mentions of abuse but not explicit

Summary: After being expelled and disowned for his drinking problems Aegon and the reader cross paths again as Aegon starts his path to sobriety

Sad vibes dudes but wholesome end

Word count: 3472

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Aegon Targaryen’s reputation had not exactly been kind to him. Over the years he had made many high mistakes and drunk decisions causing him to be known around town as an alcoholic man whore. In school he had always shown up either high or drunk or both or on the rare occasion he was sober he was hung over with his head on a desk. His name could only keep him there for so long before one day enough was enough and Aegon was expelled from the Kingslanding University.

You remember the day everyone found out and how the rumours flew. His family had down their best to keep the damage to a minimum, but students talk. Some said he had shown up to class drunk and tried to fight the teacher. Others were convinced he had been found fucking a teacher in the library. Someone even though he broke into the heads office and stole all his books. It was all getting a bit too extreme as you watched the other Targaryen’s sink into themselves out and pretend, he had never existed.

You had known Aegon when you first arrived at the school but not very well or for very long. But he had been so kind to you that you were shocked how he turned out.

You had met him outside the guidance office on your first day of university. He was already sat outside waiting for his appointment when you approached. When he saw you coming, he quickly took his bag off the other chair and gave you what after became a rare smile. "I'm Aegon" were his first words to you as if you couldn't guess from the white hair and lilac eyes.

You told him your name as you sat down and within seconds you had dove into a proper conversation with a stranger. You were almost sad when the guidance counsellor poked his head out and called Aegon inside.

It was one of the few conversations you had with him, but he had been sober, freshly showered, and genuinely interested in hearing your voice. You ran into him occasionally when you went to the guidance office, but you soon realised, he showed up at the same time every week and grew curious. One time when he was leaving, he admitted to you that he was going to therapy but asked you not to tell anyone. His family hadn't known about the appointments, and you could tell from his watery eyes that there was a good reason for it. You'd tried to comfort him, but he shook it off, telling you it was fine.

However, as he started to drink more, and his reputation grew his appointments began less regular and eventually you only ever saw him in the corridors. You honestly thought you may never see him again when he got expelled. You had grown close with his brother Aemond but even he refused to talk about his elder brother saying he could be dead for all he knew.

You might have believed him if Aegon had not just walked into your cafe. During the summer you worked in a cafe for the extra cash and suddenly you were faced with a hollow version of Aegon. He was skinner than before, his face appeared grey and even his white hair had dulled. He was wearing a hoodie that had clearly been worn to almost death and was covered in stains and tears. His jeans were just as bad. When he came closer to the register you did your best to ignore the smell coming off of him as your eyes watered.

He barely even looked up as he dumped out a pile of change on the counter and began to sort it. "What can I get for uh $2.30?" he asked, finally looking up. His lilac eyes hadn't dulled but you could see that they recognised you as his grey cheeks became red at the sight of you.

"Aegon?" you asked but you already knew who he was.

"I'm sorry I didn't know you worked here, or I would've gone across the street. I'm just really hungry," he said as his eyes welled up with tears. He had clearly been hungry for a while, and you assumed thirsty by his chapped lips.

In all honesty all he could really afford was some soup but that clearly wouldn't be enough. Not wanting to embarrass him further you smiled and began to scoop his changeup "Why don't you take a seat and I'll bring you over some of my favourites?"

He nodded and kept glancing back at you as he started to shuffle away. He didn't say anything, but you knew he saw you dump the change into your tip jar, not even opening the registrar before grabbing a tray and grabbing his food. Your co-worker had come in at this point to take over from you, but you wanted to finish his order.

You walked over to the boy who was now sat picking at the skin around his already bloody thumbs. You did your best to put on a smile as he looked up at you and he gave a weak one in return. "I just finished my shift. Do you mind if I sit with you? Or I can leave it here if you want?"

His smile became realer when you said that, and he nodded profusely. You placed the tray on the table and took your place. "You have to try the soup" you said as you sorted the food out "and I couldn't pick one sandwich, so I picked the best ones. Some crisps as well of course and I figured water was best, but you look like a soda guy, so I grabbed some coke as well,"

He hesitantly began to eye up the array in front of him "this is a lot of food for a handful of change,” he said, and you smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Dig in," you said as you picked up your own sandwich, so he didn't feel out of place.

He was quiet at first, the only noise between you both being him devouring his first sandwich. He began to gulp down his coke can after and you stopped him," If you rush, you'll make yourself sick,"

Aegon nodded and gave you a smile as he began to sip his drink instead. You felt the growing need to know what had happened to turn him into this shell. You cleared your throat and attempted to ask.

He was reluctant at first but soon the truth came spilling out. He had been expelled for coming to a meeting with the principal and his parents drunk but he had insisted no one had told him about the meeting before showing up at his form to drag him there. His parents kicked him out of the house for it all and he had nowhere to go. He had crashed at his sister Rhaenyra’s house to begin with but with her new young children in the house she hadn't felt comfortable with him always being there. She had tried but the situation just wasn’t what was right for her family. You couldn't blame her though. He admitted he had been an alcoholic in school, and he was thankful he hadn't become addicted to worse though he admitted to trying out drugs. They had made his mind too active though and it was a numbness he had craved. He told you briefly about his parents and why he felt the need to detach from it all in school and you could only assume this was the cause for his therapy when you first met him. He was open and honest at every turn with nothing left to lose from telling you.

"But I'm sober now," he said as he reached into his pocket looking for something and eventually pulled out a chip, "60 days," he said with a childlike smile on his face, "I never thought I'd even get to 30,"

You took his hand and squeezed it, "I'm so proud of you Aegon," you knew it was a kind thing to say but his eyes began to well up and he was on the verge of crying "what did I do? I'm sorry Aegon how can I-" you started but he cut you off.

"Thank you," he checked out. "Everyone else. They've gave up on me. I don't blame them, but you've been so kind to me. I can't repay you for the food, but I'll do my best,"

"You can repay me by staying sober. I'm here for you. I promise. I'm far too stubborn to give up on you anyway," you said and this time he laughed.

He wouldn't tell you where he was staying but you figured from his appearance, he was homeless or at the best couch hopping. You gave him all the tips you had made that day and while he tried to refuse, he accepted them eventually. You told him your shift schedule and every day you worked he would come in after his alcoholic anonymous meetings. He would wait for you to finish work and you would sit and chat over some sandwiches and soup which you never let him pay for. On days you weren't working all you could do was worried about him.

Once you had been doing this for a couple weeks, he began to walk you home from work and eventually he began coming in for a shower and dinner. You managed to thrift him some new clothes and he finally looked more like his normal self. His skin wasn't grey and his cheeks less hollow. He actually smiled these days.

Then it came time for you to go back to school. It was your last day in the cafe, and you asked Aegon to take a seat and wait for you when he came in. He seemed confused since he had been doing this for weeks but didn't question you. When you walked over your manager joined you both and sat down. "As you know I'm sure (Y/N) is going back to school next week," your manager started and Aegon nodded confused, "this is gonna leave us a man down at the cafe. So, I was wondering since you're here more than I am," he chuckled and you smiled knowing what he was already gonna ask, "How would you like to come work for me?"

"Are you serious?" Aegon asked and your manager nodded causing Aegon to stand up and start profusely shaking his hand, "I won't let you down sir I promise. I'll work harder than anyone ever has I promise,"

"It's alright son I believe you. The pays shit and the customers aren't all as nice as you but it's something,” but that didn't matter to Aegon who was true to his word.

Now it was you every day coming to his work to visit him. He kept his meetings going and eventually made enough to move into his own flat. Well, his own room in a flat but his roommates were nice enough and finally he had his life back. Finally, he was Aegon again.

The day he moved in you came over to celebrate and that's when he kissed you. His lips were far softer than they looked when he first came into your cafe and the kiss left your head feeling dizzy.

You hadn’t realised you were drifting from your university friends until Aemond had pointed it out. Aegon had almost begged you not to tell his brother about your relationship, knowing he would not be happy to hear from him again, and despite arguing at first you agreed. All your friends knew you had a boyfriend but now Aemond was determined to find out who it was.

“I just don’t get it you’re always busy with this guy and I’ve never even met him,” Aemond protested as you were sat in your dorm, trying to study with your little free time.

“You have met him,” you muttered as you copied down more notes.

“Okay so who is he?”

“Secret,” you said causing Aemond to huff and steal his notes back, “Hey!”

“No more help till you tell me who he is. You’re my best friend I deserve to know who keeps stealing you,” Aemond said, and you sighed.

You had been dating Aegon for around 4 months now and it was tiring not being able to talk about him because he was always on your mind. You knew he would be mad, but Aemond didn’t even know where he lived or his number to confront him, “You can’t be mad,” you started but it only made Aemond’s face contort into confusion, “Its Aegon,”

Aemond was silent for a moment. Like the calm before the storm. Then he opened his mouth, “Please tell me you’re fucking lying?”

“And if I wasn’t?” you asked, not able to meet his eye.

“Are you- Am I- “Aemond stuttered out, “Are you fucking stupid? You are, aren’t you? Is that twat even alive?”

“That twat,” you started with venom dripping off your voice, “Is my boyfriend. And he’s changed. He’s sobered now,”

“Impossible,” Aemond snapped, “that bastard couldn’t be sober for a million bucks,”

“Well, he is,” you snapped right back, “he gets his 6-month chip tomorrow. He goes to meetings all the time. He hasn’t touched drugs since he got expelled and he’s not drank the whole time we’ve been together. He’s got his shit together. He’s trying Aemond,”

“He always tries,” Aemond said, his anger mixed with sadness, “but it never lasts. Do you know how much money my parents spent on rehabs and treatments?”

“Aemond his story isn’t mine to tell but he has changed. I promise. He’s got a job now and his own place,” you said which caused Aemond’s head to snap up. Before he could even ask you stopped him, “That he pays for himself. He’s never accepted money from me. He’s trying Aemond he’s tried really hard, and he has changed,”

Silence fell over the room. You knew while Aegon had been through a lot so had Aemond and his sisters. Aemond sighed. “So, he’s sobered now?” he asked, and you nodded. Aemond cleared his throat. “Then I want to meet him. I need to see him. Can you ask him?”

you had agreed to at least ask Aegon for Aemond but the whole time you were at his apartment you were worried to bring it up. While cuddled up in his bed he paused the movie you had been watching together, “What’s up love? You’ve been acting funny since you got here,” Aegon said and you sighed, “is it something I did?” he asked with puppy eyes, and you realised there was no escaping.

“It’s what I did. I was talking to Aemond today and well basically. He knows,” you said and Aegon’s eyes that had previously were looking at yours turned to focus on the wall, “He kept asking about who I was seeing and I just. I didn’t know what to say. Im sorry,”

“Its okay,” Aegon said but he was now as stiff as a door. “What did he say?”

“He wants to see you,” you said and at that Aegon laughed. “He was being serious. He wants to know how you are,”

“He wants to see if you lied to him. He wants to see if im sober,”

You sighed but took his hand into yours, “Aegon please. He’s your brother. He misses you,”

The room fell to silence as Aegon stewed it over in his head. “Just him. No one else,”

“Just him,”

The setting up process went easier than you expected but now you were walking Aemond to the café that Aegon was working in. Aegon had finished slightly early and was sitting at a table waiting for you as you walked in together. he hadn’t wanted to meet at the flat encase Aemond had brought their parents along and you couldn’t blame him for worrying.

Aemond froze when you opened the door. You waited for a moment before giving him a nudge. Aegon had looked up at this point and the brothers stared at each other motionlessly. Aemond eventually broke his silence by clearing his throat, “You promise he’s sober?” he asked, and you nodded which made Aemond let out a deep breath.

Finally, you three were sat at a table but the silence continued. “Would anyone like a drink or anything?” you asked but both boys shook their heads. “So…” you said, trailing off into uncomfortable silence.

“How long have you been,” Aemond started to speak but Aegon cut him off by placing down his latest chip on the table.

Aemond looked at it and finally Aegon spoke, “It turned 6 months last week,” Aemond nodded as he picked up the chip, turning it over in his hand, “It’s not fake,”

“I never said it was,” Aemond snapped before sighing and placing the chip down. “Im not here to attack you,”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I fucking missed you,” Aemond said and you could see the tears welling in his eyes, “You’re my brother man. I didn’t want to lose you, but I didn’t want to see you kill yourself day after day,”

Silence fell upon you all again as Aegon hung his head in shame, “You have no idea how much I regret what I’ve done,” Aegon started, his voice scratched as he tried not to follow his brothers’ watery eyes, “But I promise that I do. I regret every drink. Every shot. Every word I said. I regret it all,”

You sat with the brothers to begin with but moved to go behind the counter after 10 minutes to give them more privacy. Your ex-manager of course didn’t mind and was happy to see the brothers talking. Him and Aegon had grown close over the time he had worked there and Aegon never broke his promise. He worked harder than anyone you knew.

Eventually he brought Aemond over to his apartment which was a large step down from their family home, but Aemond tried his best not to show it on his face. It wasn’t long after that that Heleana began to visit Aegon who was now 8 months sober. She was reluctant to begin with, but the sibling trio did their best to rebuild their trust.

Over time Aegon didn’t have to go to as many meetings but made sure to go at least once every other week and whenever he was struggling you were right by his side to make sure he went to them.

When Aegon was 11 months sober he received a letter from his mother. Aemond had delivered it to him, promising that he had not given her his address. Aegon stayed in his room for almost a full day after he read it. when he eventually came out, he told you what it had said.

She was apologising for everything that had happened, explaining why she had become the way she had. Alicent explained how she took the abuse she had faced from her father and husband and took it out on her children. The day Aegon had left their home she had her own private breakdown and had to be admitted for a week. She apologised over and over again in her letter, promising to do better, saying she understood if he never wanted to see her again. A week went by before Aegon sent a letter back saying he wouldn’t see her till she had left his father.

Aegon was 11 months sober when Alicent left his father. She sent him a copy of the divorce letter she had served him and another letter praying for his forgiveness. He never replied to this. However, when Aegon got his final chip at 12 months sober he decided to have a small dinner party to celebrate in his flat. He invited his mother to that.

For the first time in nearly 2 years Alicent hugged her son. There were so many tears, so many smiles, so many promises made. She hugged you, thanking you for being there for him and helping him along. You told her it was Aegon. Aegon had done it all.

he kept counting the months even after his last chip. It helped his mind stay clear. He was 15 months sober when you moved in together after you graduated university. he was 19 months sober when he had saved up enough money to start his own café. And he was 24 months sober when he proposed. And in all the months and all the years he stayed sober he never broke a single promise he made again.

A/N: If word corrects Aemond to Almond one more time imma give up and rename him

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