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waitwait just think about this
mafia au! with aegon and his twin
Ooh, this is way too hot!! Literally HOTD is so MAFIA AU, it's unbelievable
Innocent twin who uses it to her advantage; nobody sees her coming. On the flip side they could be a power couple, with reader practically pulling the strings behind Aegon.
They own nightclubs, restaurants, businesses...money galore + their old family money. Aegon would be fucking you on a mattress full of money. Fucking you with only the most expensive heals and a large diamond bouncing as he fucked you.
Has you in meetings; gagging on his cock beneath the table if you need punishment.
You get jealous, especially if there are girls flirting with him in the club. You usually bring a guy over a fuck him so loud Aegon hears. Weirdly enough -- the guy is usually missing by the end of the week.
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Dark Deeds | Part Two
warnings: mentions of drugs, violence, sex, guns, sickness, throwing up, general mafia vibes, Aegon being sexy as fuck
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
The longer you listened, the more your stomach turned. Your anxiety flared up as you heard him punch the door nearest him. “Fuck,” he shouted, clearly not knowing you were awake.
Moments later, you found yourself with your head in the toilet breathing heavily.
Eventually the cold floor beneath your feet grounded you, your anxiety levelled out and your breathing steady once more.
“Babe?” You heard Aegon shout from within your bedroom.
“Here.”
His brows instantly furrowed with worry at the sight of your pale features. Placing one hand on your cheek, “are you alright?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Yeah, sorry, probably the drinks last night,” you sighed, not wanting him to worry when he clearly had important matters to attend to.
“Let's get you back to bed” he cooed, as he took you back to your large shared bedroom.
Aegon tended to you for the next hour, he ensured you were hydrated and had medicine to stop any potential headache.
“Baby, stop fussing, don’t you have work to do?” You asked, hinting that you’d heard his conversation earlier.
“You are more important.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled, “I’ll be fine, I’ll get some sleep before the event tonight.”
Aegon was bursting with anger and the only thing soothing him was the sight of his girl. A flash of worry crossed Aegon's brow. He needed to ensure you were protected tonight; he couldn’t let you out of his sight after Aemond’s call. Aegon bursting with anger, the only thing soothing him was the sight of his girl.
Aemond’s call was entangled with bad news, Viserys had fucked up again and as usual, the consequences landed at Aegons door. He was used to this, having to deal with the darker side of the Targaryen family empire, but this wasn’t just a mistake,
Viserys had lost 10 million pounds of Baratheon money, and they were not a family to be messed with.
He left her to sleep as he spent the day making calls, his temper continuously simmered in his chest.
“I have to go, Aemond’s here,” he barked at one of his many bodyguards as he hung up the call.
As usual Aemond had let himself in and poured a whiskey for both of them before he spread out on the plush leather sofa.
“You better have good news brother,” Aegon sighed, his voice laced with both anxiety and rage.
Aemond watched his brother pace back and forth in front of him. His cool demeanour covered his own anxiety that was roaring in his chest. Aemond knew their father had fucked up big time, and for once, he didn’t know how it could be fixed.
“You’ll need to see him.”
“Fuck no,” Aegon almost laughed.
“Make a deal, or at least, pretend to, and I will sort it. I need a distraction.”
“No.”
“Take Y/N.”
“Definitely not,” Aegon stopped in his tracks, his anger now falling at Aemond’s feet.
“It needs to seem normal, Aegon,” Aemond stood up to refill his glass. “You’re never apart, if she isn’t with you, they will know something is off.”
“Fuck you,” Aegon shouted and slammed the bedroom room door, leaving Aemond alone.
You were already awake from the noise, blinking slowly and taking in your surroundings, to see Aegon standing, his chest heaving. His eyes flit to you and once he sees you’re awake, moves to sit into the bed. You crawl towards him, reaching for him and pulling him back into your chest.
Aegon sighs. He knows Aemond is right, that they would need time to fix their father’s financial error, but the idea of bringing you along tightened his chest.
“How much did you hear?” He hummed as your fingers combed through his hair.
“Enough,” you replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “What do you need to do?”
“I need to kill Viserys–”
You giggled, the plume of colour in your cheeks catches his breath. “Aeg, you know Aemond can fix this. But if he needs time…”
Aegon grumbled, pushing to stand and reaching his hand back for yours. You giggle again as he pulls you to your feet, his arm wrapping around your waist and dipping you for a dramatic kiss, then follow him back into the living room.
There is the soft clink of ice as Aemond swirls the last of his whiskey. He looks to Aegon and he says, “I will see Borros, but that fat fuck will come to my club, on my terms–” Aemond opens his mouth, but Aegon holds up his hand to stop him, “–I will make him an honored guest or some bullshit. Explain it was a misunderstanding, whatever you want me to say, I will.”
Aemond hummed and finished his drink, setting the empty glass on the countertop. “Fine. But Y/N needs to be with you or Borros will assume you brought him there to kill him.”
Aegon flushed with colour, but before he could refuse, you reached and put your palm on his chest; your touch anchored him, halts his building fury and you see his gaze move from your touch to your face, but you watched Aemond. “I will be there.” And your hand moves to touch Aegon’s jaw, bringing your eyes to meet with his. “I am coming tonight.”
There is conflict that plays in his eyes. You swore to him you would always be there, but now that it called for it, he would rather you stayed where he knew you would be safe. He also knew that you were stubborn.
So he kissed you.
The crash of his lips against your own, relishing how yours curled upwards in a smile as your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself flush to his chest. His hands roam your curves, his large palms settling on your hips with a squeeze. You sigh.
Behind, you hear an annoyed sigh as Aemond stands up to excuse himself. “I am telling him to meet at your club tonight!” he calls over his shoulder and you hear the door close behind him.
Predictably, the club was full of people.
Aegon’s anxiety was heavy in his chest, his arm tightly fixed around your waist. He hated this, he hated his brother, he loathed his father and everything he had done to cause this.
Borros had already been seated when Aegon arrived, his men crowding the area for protection.
“Borros, welcome,” Aegon spoke with the most genuine smile he could muster as he shook his rival's sweaty palm.
“Aegon, I’m glad we can work this out like civilised men.”
Aegon let you sit down first, ensuring you were protected by his large frame, as far from Borros as you could be. “You must be Y/N,” Borros acknowledged, as you noticed Aegon's jaw clenching.
You saw the flicker of a smirk land on Borros’ features, knowing he’d affected Aegon with his comment. You were his weak spot, and he was about to exploit that.
“Borros, what can we do to heal this rift between us, as you know it is not Aegon’s fault.” You heard a familiar voice speak, making you look up. Aemond had come, knowing his brother would likely be riled by the meeting.
Borros looked frustrated; he had clearly not expected to be outnumbered by the blonde brothers.
Aemond joined his brother in the booth, as he spoke in circles about the situation, hoping to confuse their rival. However, his eyes were busy studying your figure as the familiar feeling of sickness bubbled in your stomach.
Aegon hadn’t spoken a word; he wasn't interested in this, it wasn't his problem. He occupied himself by stroking up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to your clothed slit to distract himself. “Aegon,” you hissed and swatted at his hand, only causing his smirk to grow.
“You’ve got a feisty one there lad, beautiful though, she could sweeten the deal couldn't you sweetheart.”
It took seconds.
Seconds for Aegon to have Borros by the throat and his gun at his head.
Borros' face turned red, his eyes wide and his expression terrified. He’d gone too far and he now knew it.
“Don’t fucking talk about her,” Aemond spoke calmly. All Aegon could see was red, and this time, Aemond wasn’t sure he would back down.
You sat there in silence; this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Aegon, you’d learnt to hide your fear long ago, but like Aemond, this time, you were not sure you could stop him from killing the man.
“Aegon,” you whispered, placing your hand over his, his gun still pressed to the man's forehead.
Your touch grounded him, bringing him back to the dark reality of the club. He loosened his grip on his enemies throat, staring into his wide eyes.
“Get out and never speak to me or look at her again,” Aegon commanded, not an inch of remorse in his voice.
You watched your love release the man, and he ran for his life. The breath you didn't know you were holding released from your chest as you began to feel dizzy, exhaustion taking over your body before everything went black.
Thank you as always to my QUEEN @arcielee who beta read and added bits to this, I love you forever 🤍
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Secrets and Lies - II
Mafia!Targaryens | Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader
Summary: Daemon Targaryen's family discovers that anger is not a good look on you as you get your first taste of revenge - the fruit so sweet you might just be addicted to it.
Word Count: +12k
Warnings: Allusions to gore, mentions of sexual assault, human trafficking and children in brothels, canon typical violence but make it ✨modern✨, reader goes feral-literally, reader and the green kids working as a team. (if you feel anything else should be here, then do let me know)
A/N: Raw work alert! this is not proofread, and way worse than the first part. I'll read it over and correct any mistakes when I encounter them, but any comment will be useful. Let me know what you think about this in the ask box!
This story will have one more, final part. Until then, you can find my other House of the Dragon works here.
You didn’t feel like going to class for that entire week. Calvin helped you with the classwork, and you were well caught up with your studies, but making that effort to leave the apartment complex was just too much for you to stomach. You even had Aemond turn in your digital electronics assignment for you, unable to gather yourself enough to leave. You would spend time with Alicent, standing behind her like a bouncer ready to throw hands at the slightest bit of danger, then you’d spend your afternoon with little Daeron, teaching him everything you knew about hacking, getting him a Linux to develop thievery bugs. You even helped him on his school assignments, not wanting to be left alone with your thoughts.
In the evening, you would go to Aemond and sit quietly in his study, catching up on the classwork as he did his reading. Even though you weren’t conversing, his presence beside you and the warm silence helped your brain refocus.
When you weren’t busy with any of the siblings, you would cover yourself up and take Coco up to the terrace and play with him, for the German shepherd was your best friend and was catching onto your fowl mood.
But today, on a fresh new Monday you are dressed magnificently in a black denim skirt and a lace black bustier top and a pair of heeled leather boots. You had opted with an all black aesthetic - even your makeup is intense with dark lined eyes and a black choker on your neck. Dressing up well always made you more confident, and you were filled with mad confidence and anger - unable to release all of that even with the week’s worth of harsh training with Criston Cole and the other guards.
I want to break something, you think. Pray no one crosses me today.
The day is as usual, you sit in class, go to the malware detection lab and work on your project. Per usual, you go out during the lunch hour and walk to the cafeteria where you find Aemond, Helaena and Aegon - and it is a rare sight, but one you quite enjoy. Aemond offers to carry your lunch for you, considering you were carrying your laptop case along with your bag.
The three siblings walk to the outside ground to sit in the sun, while you linger back a moment to speak with Sera, the only other girl in your class. She asks for your wellbeing, having learned from Aemond that you had been sick. You politely tell her that you are okay now and thank her for her concern.
It is on your way to the ground that you are irked by a sudden whistle, spotting a group of juniors - this one lead by Rawdon Bolton, the vile smirk on his face and the giggles of his mates making you angrier than you were.
“Why hello there,” He says walking over, voice laced with vice disguised as mirth. “You’re a foxy little lass today, aren’t you?”
You stand there, silently glaring at him, but Rawdon is not deterred. The bastard is too sure of himself, sure that he has easy prey, his pack of hyenas snicker at you.
“It’s a bit odd to see such a lass alone by herself,” Rawdon smirks. “Maybe you could use some pleasant company.” He reaches forward and touches your arm, the touch of his soft, sheltered hands disgusting. You are quick to react to his filthy touch and push him down - he is now laying on the floor with your boot resting on his chest and you glower down at him.
“You didn’t need to do this to get me to lay down baby,” he laughs, icy eyes dark. “Although, I do quite enjoy this view,” he raises his arm in a deliberate motion, soft cold hand coming to rest on the exposed skin just above your knee.
Your blood boils at his lewd words and touch, body acting off its own accord as you grab the hand that lays on your thigh and twist it in the opposite direction until you hear him scream at you to stop, call you crazy, tell you his daddy will have your head, and ultimately a loud snap followed by Rawdon Bolton’s cries of pain.
His elbow is bent at an awkward angle as you step off his chest and pick your laptop case back up and dust yourself, not bothering to look back as you strut away, to the Targaryen siblings.
The three siblings watch you in awe, pride filled in their purple-violet gazes. “That was the shit!” Aegon chuckled, and Helaena nodded in agreement.
“Our feisty girl is back!” Helaena declares, and the four of you sit down to eat the food. You are not too hungry now, but a sadistic satisfaction warms your heart as the whispers around you grow louder, filling you with the good gossip about Rawdon Bolton’s nearly broken arm.
“If you didn’t break his arm, I would have.” Aemond says, but he has a rare, proud smile on his face. You grin sheepishly, and then sit down by the steps.
“Well, that was the entertainment, but now it’s time for food,” Aegon declared, unceremoniously dropping his arse beside you. “Well?” He pointedly looked at Helaena and Aemond, who sat on the steps below you and opened their food.
The day passes quietly enough after that - people moving out of your way when your imposing figure walks by them. You enjoy this - the power that you gave yourself.
“Girl what the fuck am I hearing about you?” Calvin asks the moment you enter class.
“Well, he came to me first,” you shrug. “What was I to do?”
Calvin gives you an incredulous look, his mouth agape. “You do realise exactly who you messed with?” He looks ahead and shakes his light brown head. His warm brown eyes are wide in alarm. “He’s the heir of one of the more powerful families in Westeros, you’re messing with the Mafia here!”
“And I am friends with the Targaryens,” you say, looking up at him through your brow. “I literally don’t give a shit about the Boltons.”
“Yeah, right.” Calvin rolled his eyes. “And I am the mafia queen,”
“My Range Rover didn’t come out of thin air,” you snap at him, irritated. “Calvin, this has nothing to do with you, why are you worried?”
“You have a Range Rover?” Calvin’s eyes are threatening to bulge out of their sockets.
“Are you fucking blind or what?” You say incredulously. “Did you even sleep last night?”
“I… think so?” He says, blinking absently. “I smoked weed last night but other than that I don’t know.”
“That actually explains a lot.” You sigh, anger deflating.
“I’d be worried if I were you,” He said, taking out his laptop.
“Hmm,” you murmur. They should be worried about me, you thought.
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You’re currently in the Director’s office, who looks downright terrified of the woman sitting beside you. You had no surname, leaving the KLU admin to believe that you could be scared, but one word to Alicent and she left her husband’s side to storm in and speak some words to him.
“Well, Professor, it is a problem that you are accusing her of being violent when you didn’t question the Bolton boy’s inappropriate behaviour with other women.” Alicent says. “It doesn’t leave a good impression of you. She is the only one who bothered to respond. I will not have this abuse of power by a family of human traffickers.”
“I didn’t know, ma’am,” the Director starts.
“You didn’t know about Rawdon Bolton’s inappropriate behaviour towards other students or did you not know that this girl would have connections with me?” Alicent says. “Either way, I am letting this slide only this one time. If I hear one more complaint about young Mr. Bolton going unanswered, I will have your head. Am I clear, Professor Quent sir?”
“Yes ma’am.” He nods, even though his clenched jaw twitches.
“Good,” Alicent smiles. Then, calling your name, she waits for you to leave the room before following you out. “That was a little reckless of you, my dear.”
“I know,” You sigh, not regretting your action, rather being upset at making Alicent come over. “I couldn’t really help myself when he was touching my thigh,”
“My sweet girl,” Alicent says, holding your hand delicately, “I am so proud of you for breaking his elbow. Just keep in mind that next time, no one sees you doing it.”
“Okay,” You nod, storing that advice in your head.
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You keep that advice in mind as you learn to creep around, hacking into the security systems of the “abandoned warehouses” all over the city of King’s Landing. Daeron helps you whenever he can, finding his purpose amongst the numbers of your Linux and the viruses you can build.
You are keeping all of your friends in the loop - as much as you want to, you know you cannot bring down an entire family without help. Aemond’s obsession with history combined with his electrical engineering degree gives him curious ideas about different torture devices, more than glad to let you experiment on potential targets. Aegon with his deep knowledge of toxicology gives you the poisons for your pins - the kinds that destroy the pin and the target once hitting the skin, untraceable by common post-mortem tests, or the kinds that render the target unconscious for long periods of time. You’ve only tested the second kind as of yet - only immobilising the guards that threatened your presence.
Helaena is your rescue darling, her kind face is enough to lure the young children into the truck, driving away to a safehouse until their homes can be tracked.
It all began with Rawdon Bolton’s filthy hand on you - you guessed you could thank him for being a filthy beast, but you like to think it was Alicent’s advice to remain unseen that really kicked into action.
You’ve spied on all the big families by the time your semester comes to an end - learning that the Starks are leaning to support Rhaenyra once old Viserys finally dies. The Lannisters would support Aegon, and the Baratheons were leaning towards Aegon too. But this little council of you and your friends had other plans, plans that you had been working on for more than a while. The documents were ready, and now you only need the signatures of two people forged well enough to fool the attorney.
With Viserys’ declining health and your rather…stauch reaction to Daemon, Alicent had not extended any further invitation to Rhaenyra’s family, even as her heart begged for a semblance of their old friendship. But some ties were better left broken.
Aemond, by extension grew even more resentful of Daemon, Rhaenyra and the Strong Boys, all of them being favoured by Viserys and being let off their crimes unpunished and without reproach.
It is one of the more rare quiet nights since you have taken on the mission to destroy the Boltons step by step, and you are in the quiet of Aemond’s room, illuminated by the reading light on at his desk. The dim light of the room feels like home, and you are laying in his bed, the smell of limes and new books covering you, cocooning you in a safe haven. Aemond is presently brushing his teeth before he lays for his nightly reading, the running water and the rapid opening and closing of boxes signalling the end of his nighttime routine for his skin and hair.
The tap turns off and he steps out of the bathroom, patting his face dry with a fluffy towel, smiling as he spots you laying on his bed. “Well, hello darlin,” he says, putting away the towel in a hanger. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Nothing,” you say, turning away from him to bury your nose in his pillow. He has the finest silk pillowcases - good for his hair, he claims - and you know that he spends the same time worrying about the texture of his hair just as he cares for Vhagar. You don’t think it’s fair for him to have such healthy, soft hair. “Can’t I be here just because I want to?”
“Well,” he says, sitting at his desk and picking up his book. “Would you like me to read to you?”
“See, I knew you were a smart man.” You say. “Come here,” you pat the spot beside you on his bed, and he rolls his eye with a chuckle, yes ma'am.
“What do you want me to read to you?” He asks, the warmth of his body now beside you. He smells of limes, leather and the new book that he holds.
“Whatever you want to,” you smile, sinking further into the pillow.
He starts reading about Old Valyria and how the first legends came into being. His voice is firm and soothing - you stop hearing his words and getting lost in the smooth tone of his voice. You've already got your arm thrown over him, across his hips and burying yourself in his side by the time you realise what you're doing. You think of pulling away, but he drops his arm on you, holding you close.
You look up when you stop hearing his voice, only to find him staring intently at you. His one lilac eye is dark and full of emotions you have never experienced. You have lost all your vocabulary, and your words are stuck in your throat, not daring to come out. “Aemond,” You say, staring into his intense gaze. The sapphire in his eye gleams wickedly in the dim lighting of his room. His shoulders are warm under your hands, and you are leaning to his pouty mouth, the heat of his body making you forget your words.
“What is it, my darling?” His smooth voice distracts you for long enough to remember your words.
“Kiss me,” you whisper. His large hands are on your face, and you melt into their warm, falling into his lap. "Kiss me until the only thing i know is you,"
Aemond's lips are on yours in an instant, devouring you like a man starved. A fire is ignited in your veins, fingers clutching at his black dress shirt. His familiar scent of leather and limes envelopes you, and his mouth feels like home, moulding against yours perfectly. His hands glide down from your face to the base of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His body is tense, and he is holding back for your sake so your hands go to his silver hair and tug down the hair tie, letting his soft hair fall free and tangle your fingers in those strands until all your senses are full of him and him only. He is on your skin, on your tongue - you can hear him inhale sharply and you can see his one eye closed in pleasure - his lovely scent of leather and limes is so strong you can taste it.
“My beautiful darling,” He breathes against your lips, hands still resting on the base of your neck. “I wish I had both of my eyes so I could see you the way everyone else does,”
“It doesn't matter what everyone else sees,” you whisper against his puckered lips. “I only care about what you see,”
“Perfection.” Kiss. “You're intelligent,” Kiss. “Smart, so smart and so strong,” Kiss. “So pretty and so good to me,” This time, his Kiss lingers, filled with emotions that words couldnt convey. “Owner of my heart… and soul, if I have one.”
“Oh, my love,” you take his face in your hands and plant little kisses all over his face, stroking his sharp jaw. “I have always been yours,”
“Mhm,” he hums, planting another kiss on your forehead. You try to resist the urge of rubbing yourself on him, but your will breaks once his warm hands are on your cold arms - you lean against his chest and deeply inhale his comforting scent, rubbing your cheek against his warm neck to get comfortable. His muscles are firm under your touch, and you know the training does him wonders - his clothes and lean frame are very deceptive, you’ve discovered.
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Everything was going according to the plan - all your documents were ready, you just had to get to Viserys’ room. Daeron took the nurse out for a long moment while you and Helaena sneaked into the room. And presently you found yourself waiting for Viserys to gain a semblance of consciousness with the drug Aegon had handed you.
You quickly step away from Viserys’ line of sight, trying not to chuckle at the odd look of Helaena pretending to be Rhaenyra. The older woman’s style is going to be a big no for your friend - and everyone agrees to that. Helaena is a gentle person, but she couldn’t be a Targaryen without a deceptive bone in her body, and she presently she utilises her skills of mimicry, and the delirious Viserys believes Helaena to be his only child, Rhaenyra - and messily signs each paper that you hand him, not even bothering to ask what the document says.
“Be happy, my child.” Viserys says as the effect of the drug starts wearing off.
“I will be now, father,” Helaena says, surprisingly good at pretending to be Rhaenyra. You leave as quietly as you had entered and went to your little experiment lab to splice the monitor footage to Viserys’ power of attorney who was surprisingly a supporter to Aegon’s claim as the heir and wouldn’t hesitate to claim your words to be true. Aegon had already spoken with Jasper Wylde, and he had already shared the footage you needed for the splicing.
You sit in front of your computer, eyes glued to the screen, acutely aware of eager Daeron sitting beside you. His soft lilac eyes are wide and focused on the screen and you, watching you edit the footage of Jasper Wylde to adjust the lighting according to Viserys’ room. You remove yourself from the footage and overlay Wylde instead, leaving Helaena sitting on the old man’s bedside. You had Aemond and Criston watch through the entire footage to ensure it was seamless, watching it over and over again to reassure yourself that nothing seems out of the place. You modify the storage drive a little and around five hours later… voila!
“I didn’t realise it would be this fast!” Daeron says, seemingly blinking for the first time in hours. “And it looks perfect!”
“It took us five hours, my man.” you say, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your now stiff arms and back. “It’s not efficient enough - we need a lot more practice.”
“Considering it was half an hour worth of footage, I think you’re doing great.” Daeron says. “I have a lot to learn from you still, sweet sister.”
“And you shall learn,” you say, ruffling his blond head. You can’t remember, but you do think you had a little brother back when you were six. Somehow seeing a ten year old ball of sunshine and energy made your young teen mind remember - that, or your mind built this false memory to explain the attachment to little Daeron. He was a child prodigy and an overachiever much like his long-haired elder brother, but he still had a year and a couple of months left of high school. Yet, to your mind and heart, he was still the little boy who brought joy to you in your worst time, even as he has grown to be taller than you.
“You’re deceptively smart,” he notes. “It’s a good thing you’re scary to look at.”
“Do you think I'm scary, young man?” you ask, raising your brow.
“Only when you’re mad.” He says, blinking innocently. “You’re great at hiding your emotions behind a dull expression, it’s scary how convincing that is.”
“Hmm,” you acknowledge, not bothering to utter the reason. Aemond comes to fetch you a while later, and you leave Daeron as he was going through Rhaenyra’s apartment security footage. You gather the copies of the documents and leave with Aemond and the dogs to hand them over to Wylde.
Coco and Vhagar are fighting amongst themselves in the backseat of his Rolls Royce, scratching up the expensive leather, but neither of you care. You sit back in your place as the passenger princess, head against the glass of the window and eyes on the beautiful man driving you to your destination. His long silver hair is tied in a long, loose braid, and you wish to pull the hair tie open.
You reach your destination without drawing much attention and Aemond hands over the documents to Jasper Wylde in a room only having them two - you wait in the car with Vhagar and Coco, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself.
Soon, you get to an expensive cafe and spot a few paparazzi following Aemond around, clicking pictures of the two of you. He holds your hand and stays on the side of the cameras, shielding you from the attention neither of you want or need. You grab a little meal and your coffees with puppuccino for the dogs. They happily yap away the unsweetened whipped cream you hold for them, then Aemond proceeds to act like a total gentleman and open the door for you and help you in, earning a glimpse of your beautiful smile. He glares at the reporters recording you and then swiftly drives away to the park, where you spend the evening with your dogs playing as you finish your coffees and the pasties.
It’s only dusk when Aemond has to leave for a moment, he has a call he cannot ignore. You hold both Coco and Vhagar’s leash, absently walking the park full of people and their pets. It isn’t until Vhagar growls that you pay attention to the young man of dark hair and a rather plain stature in front of you. You’ve seen him a few times before, and the resemblance he holds to his brother is uncanny.
Lucerys Velaryon stands in front of you with his young bloodhound, Arrax, a slight smirk on his face and one hand stuffed in his pocket. You give him your best dead eyes and walk away, having to force Vhagar to walk. You know she is angry at Lucerys, she always is whenever he is over. But she obeys to you, reluctantly.
“You should realise that my uncles and aunt are not Targaryen heirs,” Lucerys says the moment you take your first step away from him. “Aemond is certainly not of any use to you if it is power and money that you are looking for.”
“I have no words to say to you,” You say, trying to walk away again. Vhagar is growing impatient at his voice, her nerves rubbing off on Coco as well as your German Shepherd begins a low growl at Lucerys. Vhagar tugs hard on her leash, and your hand strains to hold her back - greyhounds are one of the fastest dogs, and her limbs are tense, ready to pounce on her target.
“I am just saying that you’ll have more to gain by staying on our side than theirs.” He shrugs. “My mother and step-father will reward you generously.”
At the mention of his stepfather, you grit your teeth, whilst still struggling to hold back Vhagar with one hand. In a moment of weakness, she breaks free of your grip and pounces towards the young man, her jaw wide open, ready to snap. Lucerys barely has any time to react before her jaw snaps, only managing to nip at his little finger before you manage to get a hold of her leash back. “Vhagar, NO!” you scream. She stops, but is still growling at Lucerys, who looks at the greyhound with terror.
He holds his bleeding finger against his chest, the bite not being deep enough to take his finger off. Considering the force of Vhagar’s bite, Lucerys is very fortunate to have gotten off this easy. “Filthy beast bit me!” he accuses.
“You should be glad I held her back in time, boy,” You say through a clenched jaw. “If I hadn’t, she’d have bitten your hand off. Hounds don’t forget people that harm their humans, you should know that.”
“Bitch,” he swears at you before walking away, shaking his hand.
You force yourself to take a few deep breaths and calm down, then walk the dogs again as Aemond jogs up to you to catch up. He takes Vhagar from you and wraps his free hands around your waist, pulling you close and planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “You seem tense, darling.”
“Vhagar was not happy to see your nephew,” You say. “Can’t really blame her though, neither was I. Lucerys Velaryon is not a sight for me.”
“And did something happen?” He asks, hand squeezing your side tighter.
“Vhagar tried to bite his hand off, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” You shrug.
“You shouldn’t bite people unless you are in danger, Vhagar,” Aemond playfully chides her, and she whimpers in response, rubbing herself against his leg. “I know you are mad at him, but you’ll have your time my sweet girl.”
The next morning and the mornings after that, you and Aemond are all over the Page Six news - with the photos from the cafe and a few from the park, and you’re suddenly very uncomfortable. You hadn’t noticed any paparazzi in and around the park, and the thought that someone had been monitoring your movement sends chills down your spine.
“They’re calling you a mystery woman,” Aegon chuckles at breakfast a few days later. “Find out all about the mystery woman with one of the most eligible bachelors in King’s Landing, the headline says, which is not true, considering I am still single.”
“It’s too early for this, Aegon,” you groan. “They’re just gossiping, it’s like their job.”
“Honey, it is their job,” He corrects you. “Although, you two do look cute together. Since when did you become so handsome, Aemond?”
“The moment I decided to speak with my darling,” Aemond answers with a rare smile on his face.
“Holy demons from the seven hells!” Aegon curses, “Who are you and where have you taken my baby brother?!”
“Aegon, shut up,” Helaena speaks up. “Literally no one cares,” she looks at you and then at Aemond with a little smirk. “You two are really cute though. I’d say you keep charms to ward off evil eyes. Too much negative energy and people these days. I like the change she brings in you, Aemond.” She adds, and your face heats up. You love these people so much, you wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Your phone rang, and seeing a video call from Daeron you grinned. "What is it, young man?" You say once his silver head comes on the screen.
"I know you are all gossiping away without me," He whines. "Hi, my brothers and sister,"
"Don't you have classes to attend?" Aegon asks, coming up behind you. "This is very insincere of you, Daeron,"
"You're one to talk," Aemond chuckles. "It's probably his break time."
You look at your little family and smile, leaning into Aemonds warm body beside you, resting your head on his shoulder. Come the night, you will be a different person - and you cannot wait to be one with the shadows once again, to have a taste of revenge.
The night did not get a chance to come - sick, old Viserys decided to leave the realm of the living that evening, and the word spread quickly. Rhaenyra and her family arrive - and you note that the only ones with moist eyes are Alicent and Rhaenyra.
It does not come to you as a shock - Daemon Targaryen’s absence - for he has never shown emotions other than lust or fury. Perhaps some say he shows love for his wife, but he does not even utter a word of respect to the one he owes everything to.
It does surprise you that Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey do not shed tears for their grandsire - as horrible as Viserys was, he did care for his grandchildren even more so than he cared about his own as you knew. They are dressed in a dark maroon, and not black or white as the customs rule. The three of them are seemingly enjoying themselves, gossiping away while throwing glances at you and your friends, all of you dressed up in fine black clothes. A light champagne is served to the few guests present - mostly people from Viserys’ council.
Jasper Wylde nods at Aegon and Aemond not paying the rest of you any attention. He stands in the front of the room, beside Viserys’ casket and clinks his glass. “Viserys Targaryen, our stern, kind boss has unfortunately left us on this sad day.” He begins, voice deep but loud. “And I cannot disrespect Boss by delaying the reading of his will any further. A few days ago, Viserys had awakened for a short while and had me come to meet him,” he says, silencing everyone in the room with his words. “And he had me draft a new will for him, the will that I am going to read out to you now.”
“I, Viserys Targaryen, the first of my name, am leaving my business accounts, responsibilities and by extension the buildings of the Red Keep and the handlings in Westeros in my wife, Alicent Hightower’s hands.” A sudden, collective gasp took over everyone present, and you forced your face to a mask of mild surprise - as did Aemond. Aegon played his part of the clown well, with wide eyes and an incredulous grin. Helaena acts ignorant as she usually is, unbothered by everything. Daeron watches with big, curious eyes, seemingly inhaling every word uttered.
“To my eldest daughter, Rhaenyra Targaryen, I leave Dragonstone and StygianMarble.” Wylde reads. “Further, I leave Alicent Hightower the freedom to choose her heir per her wishes.”
“This is a lie!” Rhaenyra screams, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “My father would never do this.” She storms to Jasper Wylde and snatches the documents from his hands, violet eyes raking over the paper, turning pages furiously seeing Viserys' messy scrawl of a signature. The horror on her face only intensified on seeing the signed papers. “This is not real.” She exhales a shaky breath.
“I’m afraid not,” Jasper Wylde says. “This was his will, and I shall not disrespect him by listening to your vile accusations.”
“My father would never do this,” Rhaenyra says. You look away from her dishevelled state - she had given birth a few weeks prior, a healthy boy she had named Aegon III Targaryen. And you look over a wide eyed shocked Alicent, who stands beside her equally shocked but more composed father.
“I think he prevented a war from breaking out,” Tyland Lannister says. “Whether people support your claim or Aegon’s - they will all listen to Boss. It's time we have an experienced Mafia Queen.” The last comment is directed at Rhaenyra - the accusation is true but did not elicit a reaction.
“Look at her!” Rhaenyra says, pointing to Alicent. “She didn't even know my father left that in her will.”
“That is because it was between him and me only,” Wylder says.
With the corner of your vision, you notice Steffon Darklyn, one of Rhaenyra’s most trusted bodyguards reaching for the hilt of his hunting knife and you don't have to guess for it to be aimed at Alicent. With quiet steps you blend into the shadows, seeking out their company once again as you swiftly make your way towards Alicent’s shadow. They once again prove to be your trusty companions, and Steffon doesn't notice you and freely approaches the new boss with his arm raised slightly.
Like a shadow demon, you extend your hand and grab him by the wrist with a vice-like grip. You glare at him with the stare of death and he is half startled into submission and he drops the knife, the blade hitting the white marble floor with a loud clang, caught red handed in the act of trying to attack the new boss. You press your lips together, glaring at him in disapproval. “It's not kind to attack a grieving woman at her husband’s funeral.” You quietly say. “Much less in her own house.”
“She’s stealing what is rightfully my Boss', and I will not idly stand by and watch. She is a thief and she’ll get what she deserves” He says through gritted teeth. His free arm grabs for you, almost bruising on your shoulder. “And you are no one to speak to me like that little girl. Let me go.”
When you don't, Steffon twists the wrist in your grip, trying to break free as the bruising grip on your shoulder loosens, the action too quick for you to react. A harsh punch lands on your jaw, and you kick him in the knee, more out of reflex than thought of action. You're not phased too much, honestly you had much worse than that before. Your eyes tear up in response to the pain, but his reaction is much worse - the older man falls to one knee and grabs his injured one, yelping in pain. "Bitch!" He grunts.
"Darklyn!" Rhaenyra yells, angry eyes set on you. "Why would you do that!?"
You don't say anything, just glare daggers at the silver haired woman, eyes asking more questions than your mouth ever could. "I didn't know you wore glasses," you finally say when Alicent gently nudges you, finally over her shock. You massage your throbbing jaw and crack the joints of your neck, wiping away the spit that had fallen at the punch's impact.
Aemond is quick to be at your side and his siblings follow closely, Aegon and Helaena standing on Alicent's side and Aemond and Daeron on yours. "Be careful of the words that leave you next." Aemond warns, voice dangerously low and threatening. Your glare only intensifies with the added confidence.
"Who even is she to speak to in matters of the family?" Jacaerys comes to his mother's defence. Eyes on you, he adds "You're a no one,"
“She is more family than you have ever been,” Helaena mutters, but it's audible in the silence of the room.
“Your personal guard tried to attack the new boss,” Jasper Wylde warned, earning nods from other members of old Viserys' council. “And you claim his will is a lie, and refuse to accept his decision. You are not doing any wonders to your reputation, Rhaenyra. I would advise you to grieve in peace and then act according to your father's will. He would appreciate that. Don't you trust his decision this time? The one last wish that he had of you?”
The silver-haired former heiress calms down a bit at the lawyer's words as Steffon Darklyn is carried out of the room with two of Rhaenyra’s trusted guards. “I would like to examine the documents myself once,” he finally says.
“They are all yours,” Jasper Wylde hands the pile of bond papers. “You can examine them all you want.”
Rhaenyra and her eldest frantically go through the document, studying the paper and examining every single signature of the dead old man.
You thanked whatever divine powers worked this out - that you were able to get the old man’s signature just about a week before he died. You eye everyone in the hall - from Jason Lannister, to Rickon Stark to Criston Cole, Borros Baratheon and the Tyrell girl - the members of Viserys’ council, Otto Hightower and the rest of the family and Rhaena and Baela. The only immediate family member missing was Daemon Targaryen, not even respecting his father-in-law in his death.
Rhaenyra already had tears in her eyes, but now her face is a mask of disappointment and disapproval. “I know he wasn’t in his right mind when he had you write this.” She firmly says. “These might be his words, but he would have never wanted that. I am not sure what you drugged him with, but he’d never do that to me.”
“Even with this will, you are getting Father’s most profitable business,” Aegon says, hands crossed over his chest. His eyes are tinged red - from rage rather than melancholy. You’re not sure if the bitterness in his voice is forced. “He gave you arms production, and your apartment. He left Mother to handle the crime part. Even in death he didn’t put his wife above you. And here you are questioning his decisions.”
Alicent motions to Criston Cole, and he disperses the crowd away from the hall. You begin to walk away, but Alicent grabs your wrist and holds you in place. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet girl.” she insists. “Thank you.”
You nod, unsure of how you could tell her that you were grateful to her, for allowing you to have this lifestyle to have a civil life after your doomed existence, for her patience to have you adjust with the civil world after years of being passed around all over Westeros. This is the least you could do for her, and you should be thanking her for everything that she has done to you, for letting her amazing children be your friends, for birthing your perfect lover.
“Rhaenyra, you lost your father, and I lost my husband.” Alicent says, her big brown eyes filled with tears of sorrow. “But I want you to put your grief aside for a moment and respect your father’s will. I can only offer you my condolences and to stay in Viserys’s chambers in this period of mourning. I hope that will be enough to push some sense into your head - Mafia lord or not, Viserys was a kind father to you. The least you can do in return is accept his will.” Her voice breaks, and you are amazed at how this strong, strong woman could mourn for the man who made her life hell, who did not pay any mind to the children that she bore for him.
You had more than a couple of harsh questions for the heiress, but you kept your mouth shut, forcing yourself to swallow the words that came to your mouth.
“You don’t have the right to offer me my father’s house.” Rhaenyra’s words are harsh, probably from her delirious grief, but it is then that you snap.
“If he was so dear to you, where had you been all these years as he slowly decayed away to his sickness?” Your voice is full of bite.
“What do you know of me and my father?” the silver-haired woman snaps. “You are just a no one who came out of nowhere like yesterday and you feel entitled to speak with me like that?”
“I can assure you that I have lived here longer than either of your sons have,” you say, having snapped the thread of your will. “And you might be surprised by the extent of my knowledge on this whole mess of a family.”
“Have some respect, you’re speaking to my mother,” Jacaerys demands, standing on his mother’s right. His brown eyes are wide in anger, but his dull figure is not intimidating at all.
“And what has she done to earn my respect?” You shrug. “The first time I saw you, you had wanted an injured child having his eye sewn shut to be tortured for calling your sons bastards. The last time I saw her at a sitdown with the mob families, her disgusting husband shot an important family man in front of the whole mob and she didn’t even bat an eye on it. I’d say she looked pleased, even. Rhaenyra, would you have another man killed for telling the truth?”
You tilt your head slightly to the side at the mother and sons’ alarmed expressions, a haunting smile gracing your face. Rhaenyra quickly composes herself, “My husband doesn't like when people disrespect me.” She says, lips pressed together in a smoulder. “You should be careful too.”
“And where is your so dutiful husband now?” You hiss, and Alicent places her hand on your arm, squeezing. You know that she wants you to stop, but you can’t now. Not when the poison in your veins threatens to explode, if you don’t let it out, the misery will suffocate you and might just be too much to bear. “With his lovely young Nettles, I presume?” you add with a sneer. “Fucking pedophile.”
The mention of Daemon Targaryen’s favourite young little whore is what finally has Rhaenyra’s walls crumbling, and her left eye twitches in uncontrolled rage. You smirk at her, enjoying this destruction of her peace. Alicent’s hand is still on your arm, squeezing at it, harsher now, wanting you to stop.
“I am not sure why you have this vendetta against my step-father,” Lucerys finally speaks up. “But you probably deserved it, you bitch.”
And your rage explodes like a sparked dynamite. Alicent released your arm, unwilling to hold you back now. Every moment of those blurred six years that you had spent in that hellhole of a place seemed to be playing in your head like a tragic, horror movie. The image of those disgusting old men touching you without a care in the world - the fight response kicking in your veins. You are on their side in an instant, and you punch the younger boy in the face - you don't see Lucerys - in your eyes he is one of those filthy old beasts that call themselves men of class. You fist lands right on his left eye, and he grunts - pushed back by the force of your punch. Aemond and Aegon both rush to your either side, holding you back with all the force that they could muster.
Everything happens so quickly - you feel nothing but white, hot rage toward that family, each one of them entitled to everything in the world. “He’s not worth it, my love.” Aemond’s quiet voice whispers in your ear, and you let him drag you away from this infuriating trio of mother and sons - the hall enveloped in total silence. “Let me take you somewhere more pleasing.”
“I should have strangled them,” you mumble.
“All in good time, my love.” Aemond promises.
.
Aegon holds them all with an angry stare, Rhaenyra tending to Lucerys; bruising eye - it looks painful, and would probably swell too. He couldn’t care less, not when the young man deserved it. Lucerys should be glad that none of the hounds are there - they’d have done some serious damage with the fury they had ignited in every single one of them.
“You should be glad she didn’t have any weapons on her,” Aegon says through gritted teeth. “Don’t overstay your welcome - our Sunfyre doesn’t take kindly to uninvited guests, you know. Neither do I.” He walks away, Daeron and Helaena follow him.
The three are waiting for Alicent and Otto to return, and when they do Daeron is the one to speak up first, “They cannot live here with us, Mother.” he runs his fingers through his silver waves, sighing. “Not with how they act and speak.”
“I will try my best to limit their interactions with you, my children.” Alicent sighs, rubbing her forehead. “And I will make sure they do not speak of Daemon. I have never liked that man - he had always been quite the… rogue soldier.”
"You should have them kicked out." Aegon presses. "I wouldn't be surprised if my dear sister plans to take over our house by killing all of us. It's just not safe!"
"Viserys was her father and I cannot deny her the right to mourn in peace." Alicent sighs. "I will have Criston increase the security though."
"This will bite back in the ass." Helaena grumbles. "None of us trust her mother - she is not your friend anymore. She is a jealous ex heiress and might stoop low enough to kill us all in our sleep."
"It's just a matter of a week," Alicent says, hand on her chest. "We can manage."
"You say it's a week - a week when Aemond has to leave for his conference in Highgarden." Daeron notes. "He is our best fighter and I honestly don't feel particularly safe in his absence while the enemy lives in our home."
It is now two days later, and Aegon watches as Aemond ruffles Daeron's hair and asks him random questions in Computer vocabulary that he doesn't clearly understand. His youngest brother perks up like a sunflower and aptly answers the questions.
Helaena cannot stand saying goodbye - it feels like an omen, she claims. Their mother is there, and she murmurs blessings to Aemond, caressing his shoulders. She is tense, Aegon can see that - sending away her favourite son is a risky gamble and she insists on Criston going with him, leaving them almost completely defenceless. He cannot blame her though - Aemond’s safety is just as important.
The brothers only hug, and Aegon only pats his little brother’s back saying, “You’ll get the best paper award, I know it.”
“I'd be the happiest if I do,” Aemond grins.
“I beg to disagree,” Aegon says, glancing over to his side, with you sitting on the bench, looking down at your hands. To his surprise, Aemond blushes and Aegon cannot help but smirk as he shoves his little brother your way.
As happy as Aegon is for you two, there is a little envy of the way the two of you beam like diamonds in each other’s presence, wondering if he would ever have someone like that. You hug him tightly and then crane up to kiss his cheek - Aemond smiles as do you, and he quickly snaps a picture to tease two sappy lovers. He looks away when Aemond kisses you.
Then Aemond waves at all of you as he gets in the car after Criston, a happy smile on his face. You begin to walk away and the two remaining brothers flank your sides.
“If either one of my nephews bother you, tell me.” Aegon promises you. “I won’t be sad if you hurt them, but mother wouldn't be too happy.”
“I am planning to go for a drive and walk Coco and Vhagar.” You say. “I won't have time to see those annoying little nephews of yours.”
“Good then.” He says, a feeling of dread dropping to the pit of his stomach.
The awful feeling keeps clawing up his insides, and by dinner time when you have not returned it starts clawing at his throat. Aegon keeps a watchful on his half-sister and his nephews - something about them feeling off. Their eyes sparkle with mirth, as if they share an inside joke that has been made at their cost.
It happens quickly, too quick for Aegon to reach for his revolver. The masked men target Daeron and Helaena first - then Alicent and Otto. A blade is pressed into the column of his throat - not cutting through yet. The blade would cut if he breathes too aggressively so he holds his breath.
“Out of the chairs, now,” Rhaenyra says with a smirk. Lucerys and Jacaerys smile of their own accord, the two pairs of dark brown eyes jumping from Aegon, to Daeron to Helaena. Lucerys' eye is swollen, but not enough to take the vision from his eye, and for a moment of spite, he prays that it would have, serving the young man right. Otto reaches for his pistol, but the big man beats him to it, now holding Otto's pistol to his own head along with the knife at his throat.
Aegon has both his hands being held behind him in a grip like vice. If he makes it through the night, they'd certainly be bruised. “Very generous of you to offer this special treatment,” He says. “But I'd appreciate not having a blade digging into my larynx.”
“I’ll have your throat slashed if you speak again,” Rhaenyra threatens. “I’ll take what's mine and maybe spare your life.” She twirls a small knife in her hands and adds thoughtfully, “not that bitch of yours though. I’ll have my time enjoying her screams.”
“Alicent, we can have this done in an easy way - you sign the documents naming everything to me and I'll not hurt anyone.” She says. “Or I’ll start with taking sweet Helaena’s nails. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”
There are tears in his Mother’s eyes that he cannot wipe away. He can only hope to disarm the man holding him, but he cannot - there are too many of them to fight and they could kill his family for freeing himself, a risk he cannot afford to take.
Aegon is surprised to feel someone’s two elbows dig between his shoulder blades, for he is certain that only one man was holding him and that men only had two arms. The unmistakable crack of bones breaking fills his ears momentarily and he tries to look behind himself. His surprise turns to alarm when the hand gripping his wrists together loosens and falls, following the knife being dropped from his throat - and he can finally breathe again. A delicate hand is wrapped around his arm and tugs him back, and he is glad to have you on his side - for the look in your eyes promises a fate more barbaric than being burned alive.
“You will release my family,” You say, voice deathly still.
“I will-” Rhaenyra starts.
Five shots echo, interrupting Rhaenyra’s sentence before it even starts, and the five men holding his grandsire, mother, sister and brother fall dead on the floor with perfectly shaped bullet wounds oozing blood from their foreheads.
“You were saying something?” You ask, smiling as if you didn’t just send five men to Hell - well, six, if counting the man whose neck you snapped.
Jacaerys and Lucerys cave into their mother - Aegon cannot blame them, he, too, would hide behind his mother had he been at the receiving end of your sinister eyes. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes are wide with shock and fear - a look that suits her, he thinks.
“Cat got your tongue?” You ask again, the long barrel of your piston towards the floor, but your hand is raised in the trio’s direction. You slowly stalk toward them, twirling your piston between your fingers. “This fear suits you,” you finally say. “Keep this in mind the next time you plan to harm my family. Your goons will not be the only ones dropping dead the next time it happens. Off now, dinner’s over.”
Lucerys and Jacaerys follow their mother, wide-eyed as they take a good look at the five large, dead men laying on the floor, their blood turning the white marble a dark shade of red. Alicent looks at you as if seeing you for the first time - he cannot blame his mother - you have a naive face, no one could guess you are capable of such brutality. It’s a weapon, Aegon thinks, a weapon of mass deception.
Daeron looks wide eyed at the dead bodies, shuddering once before stepping over two pairs of immobile legs and coming to stand beside him. Aegon raises his arm and pulls his brother close. After all, Daeron is still young and not too used to violence. Helaena looks at you deeply once, your eyes are trained on the floor - Aegon thinks you are afraid, afraid of judgement - he cannot begin to imagine why, for you have just saved their lives and their rights.
“You saved our lives,” Helaena says. “I don’t think words would be enough to thank you.”
“It was nothing.” You say, voice small. You look up once again and glance at the dead bodies scattered in the room. “This one is not dead,” You say, nodding toward the man that had been holding Aegon hostage. “I’ll have him questioned once he wakes, but I need help to move him - there.”
Aegon and Daeron both come to your aide and together manage to lift the burly man, taking him to the lift. You stuff the pistol in the back pocket of your jeans and then walk out of the room, saying, “I’ll send someone to clean this mess up.”
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That had been the first time the Velaryon boys had seen you snap. The fear it had left in their brain had dulled in comparison to what they witnessed a mere two days later though. The sight of you was enough to send their thoughts right back to Hell - the place you had returned from.
With Aegon’s help, you had managed to obtain the full layout of the Bolton’s Knight Club. And with little assistance from Daeron, you sneak into the premises. His voice is in your ear, telling you the position of the guards and which point would be easier to sneak in from. You are upset that Daeron has to witness you going apeshit on camera, but you couldn’t do everything alone. You kill those guards as bloodlessly and quickly as you can and find your way to the children’s rooms.
In the earpiece, you can hear Daeron speak with Helaena as he tells her the route to follow and she follows you in as you work to pick the locks. You remind yourself that you have done this a hundred times before tonight, but this place with its dark luxurious interior makes your blood boil to an extent that you are unable to think clearly. You want to stomp on the roof till this building collapses with everyone in it.
You waste precious seconds in picking the lock, but those moments are paid off as you see beds by beds of little boys and girls looking at you all wide-eyed and terrified. You spot some young women and men too - them eyeing your duo warily. Helaena starts with her gentle words and you can see them trusting her, as they file into two queues of around fifty people total.
You know they think that this is a dream, a dream seen by most of them in their sleep. An angel coming to save them from this hellish world, to tell them they were only being tested and to be returned to their families. For you that dream could never be your reality, but you want to provide that reality to these kids whose innocence is stolen before they even got to realise life. Some of the young children are as young as four - barely out of the toddler stage, and your heart twists in disgust. You can only hope that her parents take her back.
A young woman clings to a little babe - barely over six months old. You motion at her to follow the other kids, but she refuses, terror in her eyes.
“What is your name?” you ask, as gentle as you can be.
“Martha,” she replies.
“Martha, listen, I know you are scared to leave.” You keep the voice gentle, force it to stop shaking. “You think that these people are the most powerful in the world and they will catch you. I am asking a lot from you when I ask you to trust me, but I have been here before and I know that it will not get better. It never does. Helaena will take care of you so that you can take care of your baby.”
“They said they’ll kill my sweet Ellaire if I try to run.” Martha says with tears in her eyes. Her dark hair is a mess, brown cheeks turning a dark burnt orange. “I can’t put Ellaire at risk.”
“Martha, if you stay here they’ll do to Ellaire what they did to you.” You softly say the truth. “And I know you don’t want that. We can help you, please come with us.” You glance down at your watch and urgently add, “We don’t have much time.”
At her hesitation, you further add, “Everyone else has left, what do you think they will do to you and Ellaire when they see that you’re the only ones left?” You grab her wrist, careful of the babe. “Do you think they will let little Ellaire live? You have to leave. Now. Come with me.” Somehow you manage to coax her and she follows everyone else out to Helaena’s truck. Aegon is with her, waiting to drive away. You had ensured that those traumatised kids and young adults did not come across the dead guards - they didn't need to see dead bodies with the physical, psychological and sexual trauma that they already held.
“Okay, we are done now!” Helaena says in your earpiece. “Daeron, is the path clear?”
“Not yet.” Daeron says. “There’s a truck like yours at the back gate.”
“Shoot the driver dead,” you hiss. “I am sure they have brought new stock. Helaena, can you drive a truck?”
“Oh yeah,” Helaena eagerly says.
“Aegon, get that driver and his handler good for me.” You quietly say again.
“On it, ma’am.” Aegon says, and you hear the opening and shutting of the door. A small shuffling sound is heard and Helaena sighs.
Two gunshots and dull thuds come into your earpiece and once again the opening and closing of truck doors is heard. “Alright, we’re done.” Aegon says. “Are we free to go now, captain?” he asks Daeron
“Yeah,” Daeron says. “You’re all clear.”
“Daeron,” you quietly say. “I am going to have to ask you to look away from the cameras now. You’ll hate me after this if you see.”
“I don’t think I will,” He says. “You’re doing everyone a favour with what you are about to do. Decimate them all.” His voice is venomous as he speaks, and you think he sounds more mad at them for you than you are.
“I will,” you promise.
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It’s way past midnight, closer to the devil’s hour than it is to midnight by the time you are done with the Botlon’s Knight Club and its patrons. Your face is probably covered in blood, and your hair is heavy - damp and sticky. Your black leather jacket is covered in blood, but the dark colour makes it harder to spot. Dried blood marks your footsteps from the lift to the kitchen on Alicent's floor, working in the dark. You’re thirsty, terribly so. You’re covered in blood and desperately need to bathe, but you’re starving and you’re thirsty. A few drops of blood drip down from your braid onto the granite counter as you drain a jug of water quickly.
Your burning oesophagus and stomach thank you with relief as the cool water falls on them, reviving some of the sensations. There’s some leftover cake in the fridge and you take it out along with some cranberry juice and the butter chicken leftovers that you warm up in the microwave. You’re starving like a neanderthal - so hungry that you could eat a horse. But soon the chicken is hot enough to burn your tongue and you start eating on the kitchen island, stabbing at it with your fork and gulping it down with no civility.
You are practically inhaling the cranberry juice from the glass when the light is suddenly turned on, blinding you momentarily as a set of vaguely familiar voices screams, snapping you out of the starved trance you are in. You slowly blink in your vision, and spot Jacaerys and Lucerys standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at you, their eyes comically wide. You are about to ask if they have seen a ghost, but then you look down at yourself, covered in blood and drinking a juice red as the blood on you.
Rhaenyra and Alicent follow close, standing behind the two strong boys - Alicent sighs and shrugs as Rhaenyra looks at her former friend for some answers. You ignore them and continue to drink your cranberry juice - realising just now that you probably smell like smoke. You need to bathe, dreadfully so, but your cake slice was waiting for you. And you’re still fucking starving, so you dig back into butter chicken.
“Do you want to eat or just keep staring at me?” You ask after gulping down the last of your butter chicken.
“Y/N, you’ll need to have the kitchen cleaned before breakfast.” Alicent says, turning around as she yawns. “Go sleep, you three. Nothing out of the ordinary here.”
“Filthy demon,” Rhaenyra murmurs.
You hiss at her and the terrified trio rushes away from your kitchen, and you finally get to your cake. Having satiated your hunger, you return to your rooms and take a long, cleansing bath and then return to clean the lift with very contained smoke and then clean it with hydrogen peroxide. You are thorough in your cleaning, careful with the controlled smoke and then with peroxide followed by floor-cleaner. It’s past four in the morning by the time you are done, but you still have much energy left to expend. You play with the harddrive you had retrieved from the Knight’s Club, and sit down in front of your computer, easily accessing the cameras that had been connected to the Bolton’s private network till around nine in the night.
There is no physical evidence of footage, but you find your way into the Bolton’s cloud storage and erase the footage from there too, making sure to clear any traces of your invasion. It was simply as if the footage from that night was never stored on the cloud. You plug in the harddrive and remove the footage from there too, and then throw it in your fireplace. The outer plastic casing eventually melts away and you enjoy the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Alas, the fire is not hot enough to melt the circuits, but by the time you retrieve the half molten plastic, the circuit is easy to dismantle and you pick it out piece-by-piece and destroy the pin.
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The fire from the previous night is the only thing being spoken of all over the university - assignments and homework, deadlines and new presentations forgotten. Early police investigation suggests that the fire was the culprit that claimed the lives of a total of sixty men - thirty guards and around thirty most powerful men in Westeros - with the Knight’s Club owners and runners - Reese Bolton, his brothers Ryman and Roose, his sons Rawdon and Raymond, a Velaryon man, Petyr and Edwyn the Frey twins, are the more notable among other names.
You don’t care about that buzz though, because Aemond is set to return this evening. You have sparsely spoken to each other, only occasionally texting a have you had dinner, or how did your presentation go, kind of thing - but no proper conversation. You think of him - how his scent of leathers and limes comforts you and you cannot wait to have him back in your arms.
The day passes by in a blur - the student’s union holds a short memorial ceremony for Rawdon and Raymond but you don’t go - you’d probably oust yourself by laughing. How they managed to recognize the dead men was still a mystery to you, for you were certain DNA tests couldn’t be this fast - it must have been the footage of them all entering, perhaps.
The police says there was a fire down in the electrical supply and it short circuited, and the centralised air conditioning collapsed on the people, crushing their faces. They didn’t know that the air conditioning crushed them after they were lying dead in pools of their own blood. You had used a wide variety of weapons, which you spent a terrible hour in the morning cleaning before driving to King’s Landing University.
Despite the blood colouring your hands red, you feel like the cleanest you have ever felt.
“Did you hear about the fire at Bolton’s last night?” Calvin asks you as you slide into place beside him in the algorithms class.
“Everyone is talking about it,” you say. You don’t have to fight too hard the urge to take credit. You want to, so desperately, but you resist it. You’ll have time later in the evening when Aemond is back. “I really don’t care though. As you know I was not particularly fond of Rawdon Bolton after that incident two weeks ago.”
“Of course,” Calvin says. “And you seem too happy,”
“Do I?” You ask.
“Yeah, glowing.” He nodded, an exasperated look on his face.
“My boyfriend is coming back from his conference,” You say, which is the truth. “I haven't seen him in three days! I missed him terribly.”
“Uhm, since when do you have a boyfriend and why don’t I know about this?” Calvin asks, a pout on his face as he rests his chin on his hands.
“Well, it’s just Aemond,” you shrug.
“Just Aemond?” he asks, incredulous. “Girl, you’re speaking about the Aemond Targaryen, right? Viserys Targaryen’s son?”
“Yeah, who else?” You frown.
“Girl what-” he seems shocked by your indifference, a hand on his mouth. “You’re dating Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed mob… prince?”
“Yes, Calvin. Did you leave your brain at home or what?” you say.
“You’re dating Aemond fucking Targaryen-” He repeats. “And you expect me to be cool about it?”
“You were stoned the first time I told you about that,” You recall. “Calvin, I told you about this before, I am sure.”
“Must be,” He decides. “Because I’d never forget that otherwise.”
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The news of the fire in Reese Bolton’s Knight Club has reached Aemond, clearly so. He wonders if it is truly an accident, but he doesn't believe it. He hadn't spoken with you since last evening, when you had ominously said, "I will be busy tonight, my love." You gave no further explanation.
As he drives into King's Landing via the highway, Criston sits in the passenger side, looking rapidly from mirror to mirror, eyeing for anyone who might be following them. Aemond zig zags this way through the highway, doing his best to keep everyone confused.
There had been an attempt at him while he was in his hotel at Highgarden, but Criston had managed to save him by a second. A masked man had tried to shoot him, and he was captured by Cole and was presently tied up and hidden in the trunk of the car. He has some words to ask about the ambush. They managed to keep it under wraps, but he suspected it had something to do with his Mother being named heir and Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen.
Even with his disturbed mind, Aemond managed to get the best poster award, even if he didn't get the best paper one. He had just shrugged when you had asked about how it went, not wanting to tell you over the phone.
Aemond misses the warmth of your body against his, but he tries not to think about it too much and focuses on the road instead, hurrying to reach the Red Keep as fast as he can.
It's a little past sunset when he reaches home, and you are walking in the direction of the complex Vhagar and Coco on either side. The dogs rush at the sight of him and you let them go, and both the greyhound and the German shepherd seem to have gained their energy back at the sight of your silver haired boyfriend, and you let them off their leash, the two of them speeding to the black suv. Vhagar jumps on Aemond, as if trying to hug her human while Coco sniffs around, licking at Criston’s hand, rubbing himself all over his knees and calves. Cole lets out a rare laugh, patting the big ball of fluff on his head, murmuring, “Good boy Coco, I missed you too.”
“I missed you too, big girl,” Aemond kissed the running dog’s snout and rubbed under her ears as you managed to catch up with your pups. You smile at Criston who finally manages to escape Coco’s clutches only to be smothered by Vhagar, while Coco now targets his affections to Aemond, standing on his hind legs with his front legs on Aemond and leaving little licks on the scarred side of his face.
“I see you have been a good boy, Coco,” Aemond says, rubbing the german shepherd’s brown fur. You chuckle as your dog turns his butt to Aemond, demanding his long overdue butt-scratches, and your beautiful boyfriend has no choice but to oblige.
“Come with me pups,” Criston urges the dogs who eagerly follow him into the lift, smiling at the two of you as he leaves.
“Hi,” you say, unable to fight the big grin on your face.
“Hi yourself, my love.” He says, grinning like an idiot. “How I have missed you so.”
You reach forward and hug him, his homely smell enveloping you in blankets of comfort. His strong arms hold you close and his nose rests in your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Your eyes are shut and you can listen to his steady heart beat, his warmth bringing you much needed comfort.
“I love you,” you whisper against him, and he squeezes you tighter in response, leaving a long kiss on your hair. His lips move against your hair - you can’t hear him over the pounding of your heart and his - but you know what he says sigh.
“How was your conference?” You ask, pulling away from him. You examine him from head to toe, brushing back some of his out of place hair, your hand on his cheek. He loved the comfort your calloused hand brings to him, leaning further into your touch.
“Not peachy,” he confesses with a sigh. “I still got the best poster award though.”
“What happened, Aemond?” You ask. You have that alarmed gleam in your eyes that he recognises way too well, and he knows it’s too late to retract.
So he attempts to distract you. “Nothing,” He says. “Nuff talking about that conference though. I want to spend time with my girl now,” he smirks a little and before you can react, you are thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a sudden gasp leaving you as he takes the fucking staircase up.
“Aemond, put me down you rascal!” You say with a giggle as he carries you up unceremoniously till the first floor landing. Aemond stops for a moment and he gently lets your feet touch the ground, and you think you are going to go to your rooms in Otto’s floor, before you are swept up into his arms again, bridal style this time. You laugh again, more freely this time as he takes the lift, a little proud smile on his face. His long, silky hair tickles your neck as you lean forward to plant a kiss at the corner of his heart shaped mouth, content with yourself.
The lift halts at Alicent’s floor - the second - before coming to Aemond’s floor - the sixth one - and the lift doors open to reveal Jacaerys. Your happy mood sours at his wavering voice, “You’ve returned, Uncle.”
“It would seem so,” Aemond says, and you scowl at the young man before hitting the close button with your foot, promptly taking the Velaryon boy out of your sight.
“They’ve caused quite a mess in your absence,” You tell Aemond, absently playing with his hair. “I can’t fucking wait for them to leave.”
“Hmm,” Aemond hums, mentally taking note of asking Aegon about it later. You and Alicent would hold back details from him - he is certain. “We’ll get to that later. I hear there was a fire last night.” he looks at you with a smile. His eye hurts from this angle but it’s worth being able to see the slight pride blooming in your face as your cheeks colour. “It wouldn’t have been your doing would it be, darling?”
“No, not at all,” you say with a smile. “Me? Little old me doing anything like that?”
“Unimaginable,” Aemond adds. “Impossible, Inconceivable.”
“Any other synonyms left, good sir?” you poke his long, pale neck with your nose. He smells a little of sweat, but you have smelled worse.
“Unbelievable, my love.” He teases.
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The Mafia+ AU I will probably never write.
Targaryens are the last big mafia family left after a massive crack down from the feds. They are referred to as the dragons and there's some vaguely mystical/magical theories about them that may or may not be true, but they all definitely have super cool dragon tattoos (relevant later). At the beginning, they are united under their patriarch, under Jaehaerys. All is well. Everything runs smoothly.
Everything runes smoothly partially because Rhaenys has been working behind the scenes to keep them that way, supporting her father, who is the heir apparent/second in command.
And then her father died and Baelon was named heir two days later, a pregnant Rhaenys leaves the family for a while. She just nopes right out of being the shadow behind the power, of doing all the work and receiving none of the credit. This leaves a power vacuum that Baelon scrambles to fill.
Enter Otto Hightower. Both Jaehaerys and Baelon begin to rely on him heavily. He’s a competent lieutenant, ruthless and efficient. He’s no dragon though and he definitely gets too big for his britches. Most people think he killed Baelon and Jaehaerys, but no one is dumb enough to accuse him in front of Viserys.
Viserys is the boss now. The figurehead. Otto is the true power behind the dragons. A fact which his daughter, Rhaenyra, becomes more and more aware of as time goes on. She’s not afraid to accuse Otto, but she doesn’t go to Viserys with that concern. She goes to Rhaenys.
While the dragons were resting on their laurels, simply maintaining their boundaries, letting Otto rake in the benefits of a network established by generations of Targaryens, Rhaenys was establishing her own network. The Velaryons had previously been underlings, serving the Targaryens, but when Rhaenys left, she took them with her. Her grandfather, her uncle, and then her cousin had all overlooked the power she was carving out for herself, for her family.
When Rhaenyra comes to her after her mother is killed in a car ‘accident’ along with her baby brother, Rhaenys has two children and a proper fleet of underlings loyal to her and her husband. Corlys and Daemon serve as her right and left hands. Rhaenyra tells them everything she knows about the changes Otto has made and Rhaenys uses it to her advantage. Rhaenyra aligns herself entirely with her father’s cousin by marrying Laenor.
The family is split now, though Viserys is refusing to acknowledge it. Rhaenys is pissed about Aemma's death. About Viserys' ineptitude. Viserys suspects Rhaenys of Rhea's death, thinks she's poached his daughter away.
It's essentially a cold war, a stand off. Neither side will directly move against the other. Joffrey is gutted at the wedding. Otto's eldest son goes missing. Back and forth it goes for years.
And then Laena dies. In a fire. Daemon is out for blood. Rhaenys sets her sights on Otto Hightower. They gather for the funeral. Everyone is expecting a bloodbath.
Aemond collapses. Vhagar - the dragon that had been tattooed on Laena's torso (wrapping around nearly her whole body, the tail on her arm, the head over shoulder, breathing fire around her heart) appears on Aemond's.
This is secretly a Targaryen's are dragon-shifters AU, but like, they rarely actually shift. They do, however, breath fire. And are usually impervious to all non-dragon fire.
Obviously, this does not go down well. There's arguing, accusations. Somewhere in the mix, Otto Hightower turns up charred to a crisp. Rhaenys offers her cousin a truce, because his son now holds her daughter's dragon. Viserys, who hasn't shifted in over two decades, who's tattoo faded and is barely a ghost upon his skin, agrees.
He is looking very nervously Otto's body when he agrees. Every one of his remaining lieutenants notices this as well.
Alicent, however, is fucking pissed. Part of the deal includes her children and Rhaenyra's being sent to the same school, mixing together. She does not trust that, at all. (And she probably shouldn't because Daemon is still Daemon and he agreed to nothing.) Alicent takes over where her father left off, using those loyal to her – Cole and Larys – to deal with any that might try to stand against Viserys now that he shown such obvious weakness against his cousin.
Rhaenys and Rhaenyra start to encroach on the Targaryen territory properly. They do it slowly. Alicent strikes back violently. Aemond’s dragon is the strongest after all and he’s always been a bit of a mama’s boy. A threat against their father is technically a threat against their mother. Alicent’s children don’t think their sister or her family will spare them, should this turn in to a proper war.
Amongst all of this, Jace and Aegon run in to each other at a strip bar. Jace is there to collect the protection money, Aegon is there to get smashed. They end up in a backroom together, slightly toasted, very horny. Unfortunately, this is one of those VIP rooms that doubles as a blackmail operation. The tape ends up in Daemon’s hands because no one is crazy enough to blackmail a dragon – Velaryon or Targaryen.
The two have started a secret relationship, because this is also a Romeo and Juliet AU.
Jace and Aegon have no idea that Daemon knows about them. They continued to work for their respective families, occasionally making small agreements between one another to prevent fighting/keeping things running smoothly. That works perfectly fine. Until Aemond puts Luke in the hospital and Daemon decides they should put Aegon in the morgue, as payback. Jace protests, Daemon mocks.
“Would you prefer we go for Daeron instead? Save the uncle who’s cock you love so much for another time.”
There is great awkwardness as Daemon reveals Jace’s transgressions. Rhaenyra loses it. She goes for Aegon herself, revealing his relationship with Jace to Alicent when she attacks them both. Rhaenys stops her, barely.
A peace summit is held. Aegon uses the opportunity to sneak in to Dragonstone and get Jace out of the house arrest that Daemon has him under. They abscond to Essos, having transferred a significant amount of funds from both families to an offshore account. Jace visits Luke at the hospital, his brother waking up just in time to see him leave with Aegon.
Aemond gets sent after them, because in every universe he ends up cleaning up his brother’s messes. He is not at all diligent about it, because in every universe he is also significantly more loyal to his brother than people expect. Luke finds this absolutely hysterical and makes a joke about it at one of the very awkward meetings between their mothers.
“Why would Aemond help you find them? He’s been covering for Aegon since we were kids. I doubt sucking Jace’s dick is going to change that.”
There’s a scuffle. Luke stabs Aemond in the eye. Aemond is, for reasons he will not be analyzing, into it.
Rhaenys sees what’s happening. Proposes yet another peace, this time a proper merging of the families. “As it should be.” Aemond ends up an enforcer for Luke, who is groomed to be the next heir. All is right with the world. Unless you get on their bad side, then you’re fucked.
#ray writes#house of the dragon#hotd#mafia au#aegon ii targaryen x jacaerys velaryon#aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon#jaegon#lucemond
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daemon targaryen masterlist
🍓 = fluff themes
❄️ = angst themes
🚧 = smut themes
🤸♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is
🚀 = crack fic themes
🎩 = dark and/or violent themes
🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc.
🍳 = slow burn
🦕 = personal favorite
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Ten & One | 🍓🍓🍓🚧🚧🚧 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
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Doves, Snakes, Dragons | ❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🏩 Daemon Targaryen x Shapeshifter!Reader
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I’ll Play The Fool Instead | ❄️🎩🎩🍳 Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader
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Game of Chairs | 🤸♀️🤸♀️ Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Happier Than Ever | ❄️ Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Killing Me Softly | ❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🍳 Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader
Wish I Was Her | 🍓❄️❄️❄️ Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader
Stone Cold | ❄️❄️❄️🚧🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen
I, Unfortunately, Love You Most | ❄️❄️🎩🎩🚧 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Served Cold | ❄️🎩🎩🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader
I Want You, I Get You | 🎩🎩🎩🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader
Cold Killer | 🍓❄️🎩🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
It Takes Two | 🍓🍓 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Since You Asked So Nicely | 🍓❄️❄️🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader
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Waiting For A Lifetime | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🎩🏩🏩🍳🍳🍳🍳🦕Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Modern AU)
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Red Lips | 🍓❄️ Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Why Do We Sleep Where We Want To Hide | ❄️❄️🎩🏩 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Sticky Fingers | 🍓🍓🍓 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
All I Ever Wanted | ❄️❄️🚧🍳 Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader
Puppy Love | 🍓🍓 Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader
Kiss It Better | 🍓🍓🤸♀️🤸♀️ Daemon Targaryen x Reader
The First Snow | 🍓🍓🤸♀️ Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Made For You | 🚧🚧🚧🎩🎩🎩 Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader
Scale Soother | 🍓🍓🎩🏩🍳🦕 Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader
I Could Care Less | 🤸♀️🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Truly, Madly, Deeply | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧🚧 Daemon, Viserys, Otto (& Aemma) x Targaryen!Reader
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AEMOND FICS
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Devil in the Details - inspired by that leather and latex outfit!
Sorrow - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10
Obsession - Modern AU Mafia Aemond x reader - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 ...Part 19 - Part 20 - Epilogue
In the Red of Night - Modern Vamp Aemond x coffee shop owner reader. Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 -
Rage - Aemond’s terrible, no good, eventually smutty day.
Old Friends - a lady from Aemond’s past sets his wife’s temper off.
After the Battle - Aemond returns to his tent, smut ensues.
Who Hurt You - When a certain lady gets hurt, Aemond gets revenge.
On a Spring Day - Aemond’s new bride subverts his expectations.
Inspiration - Fluffly little drablet about Aemond x the muse for a scandalous statue
Mistaken Identity - Aemond x Martell reader - Part 2 -
Enemies - enemies to lovers, Aemond x reader Part 2 Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5 . Part 6 - Part 7 -
Let’s Pretend - pretend relationship trope, courtesy of Aemond x you Part 2 . Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part .
Rush - Modern AU Aemond x reader just want to go home. Carnival - My heart
To Tread Lightly - Aemond realizes his betrothed is a gentle soul. Part 2 ,
Beware the spider - The royal family visits House Webber.
Hel knows best - Helaena looks out for her friend.
Hurt - Modern AU!Aemond x reader who suffers from migraines.
Thief - You break into the Red Keep and find more than you bargained for. Part 2
Hidden - Aemond objects when a lady speaks to other men.
Spell - There’s something mysterious about a lady from a minor house Part 2 Part 3
Insufferable - Aemond realizes his feelings for a certain lady.
Tell me, show me - Fic inspired by another Face mag picture and a manip by the glorious @kyloremus. Part 2 Part 3
Study Session - Modern AU inspired by one of those Face magazine pictures.
There is only one bed - Modern AU - spies find themselves in the last room in the inn. Part 2. Finished.
To Forgive, Divine - Modern AU - years ago, you and Aemond loved each other. Part 2 - Finished.
Longing - You’re a ward of Rhaenyra’s, and you are there on the night when Luke provokes Aemond. Part 2 Part 3 Finished.
In Friendship - Aemond x you fic in a childhood friends to lovers storyline.
Trapped - The Dornish princess destined to marry Aemond doesn’t go along with her family’s plans. Part 2. Finished.
Guardian - College AU, you and Aemond want more than friendship.
The Dragon and the Rose - Aemond and Tyrell OFC. A childhood meeting and a reunion as adults. Finished.
The Wrong Bride - Aemond arrives to find that his betrothed has run off and must do with her younger sister. Part 2. Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - finished.
Found - High tech security mogul Aemond meets Anna Stark. Modern AU set in Silicon Valley. Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Ongoing.
The Debt - Aerys Velaryon chooses to repay the debt her family owes Aemond. Part 2 - Part 3 - Ongoing.
The Storm’s End - Modern AU inspired by Aemond’s trip to Lord Borros Baratheon. Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - finished..
First Night - The trauma of Aegon dragging him to a brothel haunts Aemond. Part 2 - Part 3 - Finished.
The Choice - Aemond goes to Storm’s End (Lucerys doesn’t) and he chooses a Baratheon bride. Part 2 Part 3. .ongoing
The Blood of the Dragon - Aemond and office worker OC must keep warm while being stuck in a snowstorm overnight. Finished.
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Hail to the King - High School AU - QB Aegon and new-in-town OFC. Part 2
Lessons in Love - Aegon marries Tyrell OFC. Part 2 -
Family is Everything - Modern AU Aegon x you inspired by pictures of TGC with a cute baby. - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -
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post mortem | part four
Description: Six thieves gather hostages and lock themselves in the Royal Mint of Spain - a criminal mastermind by the alias of the Dragon manipulates the police to buy them enough time to print money. (money heist au)
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader, and Aemond Targaryen x Reader.
Rating: Mature 18+
series masterlist | part three
(TOLEDO, FIVE MONTHS BEFORE D-DAY)
Flashing lights and the smell of hard liquor. This place was basically heaven. "Don't wander too far, we'll be home before midnight." Daemon reminded while grabbing a glass of tequila and gobbling it down. You found it hard to believe that he'd restrain himself until midnight. "Get up, get on up. Stay on the scene, like a sex machine." you could hear the music pump through the crowd.
"How old are you?" you ask Helaena, seeing that the men already hauled ass to wildest parts of the party. "Eighteen," she replied with a short tone. Her voice was light - too tiny to convince you that she was anything beyond a teenager. "It's your first time drinking?" you chuckled while pouring yourself a shot of vodka. "Not really." she shook her head and another chuckle escapes your mouth.
Not the answer that you were anticipating.
"Why don't we find some boys to fuck around with." Mysaria cooed, sitting beside you with some lame ass cocktail. "I could've made you a cocktail back home." you raised an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes. "You couldn't have made this, Volantis. This is pomegranate - it feels like Persephone and Hades are 69-ning in my mouth." she exaggerated while taking another sip.
She gently taps Helaena's shoulders.
"See that guy right over there?" she leaned to whisper. The eighteen year old turns to look at the other direction. "He's kinda..." you comment seeing a wisp of yellow-blonde hair. "I think he's bottle blonde." you snort - and they both follow after you - laughing.
"But he's not awful on the eyes." Mysaria whispered back, checking him out. "It concerns me how you find that young man hot." you smirk and she groans. "I wouldn't mind being a cougar for that hot thing." she mumbled while finishing her drink.
"You should talk to him, Mereen." you encouraged, almost pushing Helaena to her feet. The girl nods her head, straightening her jacket. "Alright, but if I get into trouble. You have to help me." she made you promise. "Yeah, yeah whatever." Mysaria pushed her forward - motioning at the blonde boy.
Aegon could feel his bulge press against another woman's behind. The music was doing something to him - it was pure sexual bliss. He missed doing this - he missed partying everyday. He was almost about to press his hands somewhere private, but he sees something in his periphery. "You're a fucking asshole!" he could hear a voice yell.
"Holy fuck," the girl who was grinding on him giggled. He turns to look at the commotion - and to his surprise. It's fucking Helaena. "Oh shit," he mumbled, quickly hitting clarity. "Can you give me a second? It was nice uh...dancing with you." he gently pushed the girl away.
He takes a step backwards, seeing the boy attempt to touch his sister. "Cunt." he muttered to himself - before lifting his fist and hitting the boy square on the face. The music stopped, everyone turned to look at them.
"Bro, you didn't tell me that you brought your father with you." the boy managed to insult while holding his bleeding nose. "You're a fucking asshole, Joffrey." she cursed while staring at his bleeding form. "The fuck did he do?" Aemond made his way and Helaena groaned. "He tried to touch my butt - which would be fine if he wasn't a bloody fascist." she crossed her arms.
Aemond's eye widened.
"It's not alright to let someone touch your butt. He's a fucking asshole." he corrected, seeing a few men stand up around him. "Who are those people?" Aegon inquired, still massaging his fists. "His erm...entourage - he's part of the mafia." Helaena adjusted her glasses and Aegon slightly paled.
He searched for Uncle Daemon in the crowd - he was smoking tobacco with a glass of whiskey - talking to some older peeps. "Rhyos!" he yelled and Daemon's ears perked. Eyes also searching the crowd for the one calling his name. "I cannot have one day of peace in his family..." he groaned while rising to his feet.
"What's going on?" you inquired, barely holding on the exposed part of the car. "The fucking mafia is shooting at us, that's what's going on." Harwin replied bluntly while covering part of Rhaenyra's head. You could barely make out the silver bullets that were firing in your direction - but one thing was clear, this red car was the target.
"You're a fucking idiot." Daemon scolded - glaring at his nephews.
"A fucking idiot."
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"You're a fucking idiot!" you yelled while putting pressure on Aemond's wound. He was bleeding - profusely. When the Professor commanded them to shoot at the police, he forgot to remind them that they would be shooting back. "You shouldn't have shot back, Norvos." Daemon scolded while lowering the first aid kit beside Aemond. "The Professor told us to shoot at them." Aegon defended.
"He specifically asked you not to hurt them." Daemon reminded, cleansing his hands and reaching for a tool that would help remove the bullet. "They fucking hurt us first, Devil knows what could happen to Lorath." he gritted his teeth, anger pulsing.
Daemon glared at the boy, hands reaching for the bullet. "Calm your tits, he'll be fine." Daemon replied with the same intonation. "But you're not sure of that, aren't you?" Aegon's voice turned cold.
"If anything happens to him again, I'll never forgive you." he added, turning his head in your direction. "Did you know how my brother lost his eye?" he stared at you - chuckling bitterly.
(Barrow-In-Furness, England. 20 YEARS BEFORE D-DAY)
There were things in the Targaryen family that couldn't be spoken about. One of it was their legacy - the kingdom that used to theirs. Daemon couldn't understand how - three hundred years ago, they were running the largest empire in the world - and now, they could barely make ends meet.
"Viserys, I can't take care of your children. I have a job." Daemon argued, infant Helaena was in his right arm - barely grabbing unto her uncle. "McDonalds is not a job. And I can't afford a babysitter right now. Alicent just left me and Rhaenyra is starting her career." Viserys reasoned, half of his body already out of the door.
"Viserys I don't know anything about kids!" Daemon yelled, seeing his brother enter his car and drive away from his little shack. "What a fucking asshole." he cursed, seeing Viserys' red car fade out of view. "Uncle Daemon," Aegon rubbed his eyes sleepily.
Daemon handed him his sister.
"Take care of her, I'm going to bed."
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Daemon coughed - feeling smoke invade his lungs. Aren't his nephews a little too young for chain-smoking? "Aegon, what are you doing?" he started off in a kind tone. He felt guilty for being mean with the little boy - he was just too angry that day.
He exited his room, seeing grey smoke in his hallways. He could hear Helaena crying in the background. "Oh no," he sees his kitchen half swallowed with flames. He was royally fucked. "Helaena, come here darling." he carried the little girl in his arms. "Aegon, Aemond!" he screamed for the boys.
Panicked.
He leaned down under the sofa where Aegon was hiding. "Come here," he pulled the boy's feet - the adrenaline giving him enough power to carry a plump 7-year old boy. "Where's Aemond?" he inquired, adjusting the kids in his arms.
He could hear the firetrucks outside - only beginning to make their way through. "Fuck," he cursed to himself. Seeing the scene unravel in front of him. Aemond was covered with debris. A part of the roof came tumbling down because of the fire.
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"I trusted you with my kids, Daemon." Viserys wiped the tears away from his eyes. The heart rate monitor was enough to send him crying. "How did the fire even start?" he clenched his fists. "Some dudes who were living in my basement forgot to put out a candle." Daemon stared at the floor, unable to understand the situation.
Aemond has lost his left eye. He was in a medically induced coma.
"I always supported you in everything that you did. You wanted to be a stock-broker? I paid for your education. You worked in the army. I supported you through all of that, but not this. You've gone too far." Viserys blamed his brother - Daemon could do nothing but accept the accusations.
He should've been better. He should've paid attention.
"Don't blame him, Viserys. He couldn't have anticipated this. Daemon loves the kids like his own." Aemma pacified, playing with the ruby rings on her finger. "If he loved them, Aemond wouldn't be in this situation." Viserys corrected.
"He'll be fine, right?" Rhaenyra turned to look at her mother. "Me and Uncle Jason will shoulder all the expenses. He'll have the best care." Aemma comforted, wrapping her arms around Rhaenyra's shoulders.
(OUTSIDE THE ROYAL MINT OF SPAIN. INVESTIGATOR'S HEADQUARTERS.)
"Did you run a quick check on the boy's face?" Corlys leaned into the intern's desk. "Yes," the boy answered nervously. "Aegon Targaryen. Son of Alicent Cole, the politician." the boy's eyes narrowed.
Corlys grabbed his folder.
"Where are you going?" Daenerys inquired and he smiled in return.
"I'll be paying the congresswoman a quick visit."
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Since you're in a mood, what do you say about Lucemond Mafia AU?😁
A classic trope to be sure! I've had two minutes of thought and behold:
The Targaryens are a well-known, well-respected Family; and Rhaenyra's arranged marriage to Laenor Velaryon is to help smooth over a slight made years ago between their parents. Like in canon, Rhaenyra ends up finding her pleasure elsewhere, and gives birth to Jace, then Luke, and then Joff.
Laenor isn't cut out for this lifestyle, and finds himself despairing over what will happen to his sons as they grow up. That feeling only deepens as the years drag on, as he loses his sister, until finally it all comes to a head one night with a fight between Jace, Luke, their cousins and their uncle - leading to Luke slicing Aemond's eye.
Laenor see his chance, but he is selfish, and he can't bring himself to leave his children in such a world. Jace is too old, he'd ask questions, resist, and Joff is too young and too well guarded.
But Luke...Luke he could still free.
Laenor takes his middle son, desperate to save at least one of his boys from a life of blood and violence, and they disappear into the night.
It's chaos in the aftermath and Rhaenyra rages at this betrayal. Their Family is furious, but no matter how they search, Laenor and Luke are gone. Hidden.
Years pass, and Luke grows up relatively normal under the soft and loving guidance of his father. He barely remembers his life from before, only having vague impressions of people and sensations. He was only five when they left after all, and Laenor has worked hard to erase all traces of their past before they moved to Essos, where the Targaryens are little more than a whisper.
Luke eventually goes to college and into medicine, and interns at a local clinic to get some experience while he studies. He's a courteous boy, good-natured and sweet - but there's still a fire in him that simmers, unnoticed, below his smile.
Everything comes crashing down when, one night as he's walking home, Luke stumbles across a vicious fight. Only one man is left standing, and while Luke isn't a doctor yet, he still feels the urge to help the injured survivor. He offers to clean up his wounds, and finds himself enamoured by this one-eyed, dangerous, yet beautiful young man.
That regard is returned - but there's an odd look on Aemond's face when Luke introduces himself. A quiet kind of intensity, eye roaming over his features as if he was trying to pick something out.
From there, Luke's life is invaded by Aemond. A slow occupation of his time and thoughts, dragging him further into the dark that practically clings to him - and their conversations are always...odd. Pointed questions about his past, about his family, about his schooling. Luke only really grows suspicious when Aemond turns up one day with his brother Aegon, and the two of them do nothing short of outright interrogate him.
When Luke finally has enough and kicks them both out, he returns home that night to find his house ransacked, his father missing, and a black car waiting for him outside.
#anonymous#HOTD#dichotomy of loyalty au#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#lucemond#aemond's definitely more than a little obsessed with his nephew that took his eye and then disappeared off the face of the planet
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Heyyy!!! I absolutely adore your writing and because of that, I was wondering if you would do some Modern AU headcanons for Aemond and Aegon??? If not, it's not a problem :))
Okay so I imagine the Targaryen dynasty is a really big company that's been around for like 200 years, and of course they ties to the mafia. That's why they're so successful.
The dragons are cars/motorcycles
Sunfyre is a flashy sports car, pink with gold rims. Aegon uses him to pick up girls
Vhagar is an old ass Mustang that's kinda beaten up but Aemond took it from the scrap yard after it was towed during Laenas funeral.
The fight took place in the scrap yard and Luke took Aemond's eye out with a switchblade.
He fixed Vhagar up as best he could with his knowledge, he doesn't let anyone else work on her.
Aegon of course is a party boy, he doesn't want to take over his father's company, he'd rather give it to Nyra
Aemond is pissed because he wants the company, he has ideas and no one listens to him.
#tin talks#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd imagines#hotd imagine#house of the dragon imagine#aemond targaryen#aegon targaryen#aegon targaryen ii#modern au
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with this ‘Aegon and Y/n being sunshine’s and Aemond being their protector.’
I can just imagine Aegon, Aemond and Y/n going on a mission for someone who betrayed their family and Aegon and Y/n wearing bright colours clothes and Aemond wearing all black.
Aegon and Y/n aren’t even discreet with it, they want you to know they are doing to kill you.
Love all of this!!!! Also thinking of Y/N having Villanelle's wardrobe from Killing Eve.
Ooh, and green too - cause Green Team and all .
They have tattoos for sure
Just some aesthetic :
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hey there 🐉🐉 21+ transmasc looking for a MxM House of the Dragon RP ! I'm good with Canon or AUs! I think Mafia AUs work great with this series lol including maybe the two characters being in prison? I don't know but I always thought that might be a fun idea ! I'd love to do something True Detective S1 inspired as well. If you'd rather stick to Canonverse or if you have any AU suggestions I'm down for whatever!
I love dead dove and darker plots so that'd be welcome! My style is semi-lit but I can adapt
The ships I'm most interested in are:
Lucemond (Lucerys X Aemond)
Daemond (Daemon X Aemond)
Aegond (Aegon X Aemond)
Jacemon (Jacaerys X Daemon)
Jacegon (Jacaerys X Aegon)
Jacemond (Jacaerys x Aemond)
Visaemon (Viserys X Daemon)
Jaceluke (Jacaerys X Lucerys)
Lucegon (Lucerys X Aegon)
Lucemon (Lucerys X Daemon)
Daemotto (Daemon X Otto)
Honestly I can pretty much be persuaded into writing any MxM pairing so if you have a rarepair you've been struggling to find a partner for, I'm your guy.
Leave a like if you're interested and I'll be in touch!
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please send me or tag me in Aegon ii fics, we need more AUs and fics on my man & I need to read as many as possible 😌
I wanna see werewolf!aeg, mafia boss!aeg, professor!aeg, sugarDaddy!aeg, rugby player!aeg… the list goes on and on
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daemon / rhaenyra fic recs
watched the dragon show, became obsessed, and so here are some daemyra fic recs. original warnings apply. commentary is my opinion; go read and support authors 💗
modern au
potential by stannide
a masterpiece! required reading. this fic is probably a gateway drug, and it will ruin you for all modern aus after. the writing is luminous and intoxicating.
the beauty queen in tears by writingwhatidream
the crown meets a/b/o; there's something so addicting about this world where targaryens are modern royalty with a young princess rhaenyra at uni. the dual-pov is crafted so masterfully. [in-progress]
say my name, say it again by ineedyoursway
the prose is luscious and the story leans into the mafia-esque, age-gap vibes. it's sinister and alluring in the best ways. every single chapter takes my breath away and leaves me stunned. [in-progress]
somewhere in the haze by darkgods
corporate!targaryen is a deliciously fun modern setting, and this one peels back layer after layer. [in-progress]
scattered moonbeams by untouchable
they meet on a dating app after years of estrangement, but of course, it's so much more than that. miscommunication-fueled yearning is a gift.
ruled by siebilant
they also meet on a dating app, but the prose in this one swelters. it's a push-pull, then take whatever you can get your hands on when it comes to these two.
anything charmtion publishes is poetry, including:
rosemary by charmtion
underbelly by charmtion
into dark, into water by charmtion
dirt nap by charmtion
(this is a non-scientific recommended reading order; the first pair has partners-in-crime family vibes, the second pair has running away-finding each other circularity)
other au
everything darkgods will ever write (consider this list a darkgods shrine), including:
a wing shaped from fire by darkgods
rhaneyra is betrothed to daemon from a young age, and a viserys consumed by dreams steps aside and crowns daemon king instead. one of my favorite characterizations of a young!rhaenyra, in all the fire and spirit she possesses as a dragon. [in-progress]
put down that gravestone by darkgods
this is probably the most beloved fic around the block. surprise, rhaenyra gives birth to daemon's twins after that fateful night in 1x04; daemon returns a decade later and our favorite scheming power couple reunites. [in-progress]
something wretched about this by darkgods
dead dove where king!daemon takes underage!rhaenyra as his ward and takes his tutelage very seriously, but he is very unserious about the extent of his feelings. [in-progress]
kiss my face and tell me i'm the chosen one by darkgods
domestic!daemyra with a brood of over a dozen little targs. after aegon ascends to the throne, rhaenyra retreats as the princess of dragonstone and slowly builds her empire. [in-progress]
a king for a queen | bone of my bone by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)
a/b/o where daemon steals rhaenyra away and one of the story tags is "high valyrian as a love language" so they get it.
i only want your soul by sweetlovedoll
soulmatism, and the doom that befalls everyone in a three mile radius if you try to separate these two.
the tyrant king and his little queen by framboise
daemon targaryen and the boy!obsessed trope, describes how the king is endlessly doting upon his young niece-wife-queen.
the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me by pentaghastly
more mythological dragon lore. the only way to describe this is incandescent poetry that drips down the sleeve after the first bite of an overripe fruit.
unwanted consequences by cartographies
we should all be team!rhaenyra begins to pick at the unresolved traumas around marriage and motherhood.
bad religion by stannide
a gorgeous daemon character study that unfolds through the first half of the season.
fix-it universe
crucible by stannide
sometimes we're all mad about the season 01 finale, and other times we read this as a salve for our wounds.
salt by charmtion
in the post-finale, simply unfold and dwell in the tender horror of this poetry.
bloodless by charmtion
daemon and rhaenyra survive the dance, but wounds linger and cannot be washed away.
burning times by lovily
the beautiful ebb and flow of these two losing and finding themselves in each other, hurt/comfort.
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hurts like hell —
➥ m rating, one-shot, 9021 words
aemond and helaena have grown up in a family of violence, one that trades in blood and ill deeds. and at some point, it all has to come to a head. one day, after a confrontation in an alley, aemond loses his eye. he stumbles into the hospital with just one emergency contact on his phone. his twin sister. as he lays in recovery with helaena by his side, the two reminisce on their past.
aka mafia au
a part of the helaemond winter exchange
ao3 link
He shouldn't know what it feels like to live this. Does anyone else live a life of war like they do? What does it mean to be normal?
Who wants normal, brother? This life we have is blessed.
But Aegon doesn't know what normal is. He doesn't know what it is to be blessed with peace. None of them do.
Normal is not Daeron learning to break down and clean a gun at 14.
Normal is not Helaena being watched by muscled men in black while at prom when she's 17.
Normal is not Aegon learning to kill a man at 18.
Normal is not Aemond bleeding from his face at 20 — his eye gone, dripping blood on the hospital's linoleum flooring the color of dark rubies.
Is this our fucking blessed life, brother?
It had been far too easy to petrify the little Targaryen. No, not Targaryen... Blackfyre. Lucerys Blackfyre. The precious middle son of his Aunt Saera, a whore who spent more time traveling the world than taking care of her children. Aemond would have pitied them if he had a heart. But he doesn't and Luke knew better than to be on their turf.
"You're on the wrong side of town, boy," he'd chuckled, playing with the butterfly knife in his hand like a toy. Flipping it, flicking it open, the shiny silver glint flashing in the sunlight. Its lapis lazuli handle is polished to a shine. The knife Helaena had gifted him six birthdays ago before either of them really understood how cursed their family was.
The boy had the good sense to look concerned. He is far behind enemy lines, no one would hear him scream. And if they did, they wouldn't care. These streets were owned by Hightowers, silenced by Hightowers, ruled by Hightowers.
But even surrounded by their Hightower associates, the little boy with a mop of black hair stupidly dared to be defiant. "You want to try something, Aemond? Start a full-scale war? I'd happily die if it gives my family a reason to kill yours."
"Our family, taoba," he said with a curl of the lip, the familiar High Valyrian rolling off his tongue. After all, he was just a little boy.
"Your family stopped being mine when your bitch of a mother betrayed us. And I heard the coffers are running dry, used up all your stolen gold. Go ahead, dubāzma, give them a reason to shed green blood."
They'd survived years off the money made from their time with the Blacks. Building an empire on stolen gold, but his cousin was right. Their funds were dwindling. And killing the bastard would lead to instant retaliation, one they would not be financially ready for.
So he'd let him go. Had his men rough him up, but keep him whole. Throwing him back to the glitzy, shiny, indulgent part of town with bruises and a busted lip, his head still attached to his head..
"Run back to those cunts with your tail tucked between your legs, ilībōños," he'd called out, naming him bastard and walking away, already hatching his own plan.
And it wasn't that his plan had been smart. No, no one smart would have done what he did. But he liked seeing Luke suffer. Liked watching Jace panic. Liked making Joffrey cry.
His impish cousins. Coddled little children rather than honed by fire and steel.
No, his plan had been stupid. But it was part vengeance, part spite. A grudge is a grudge.
You know, me and my brother have a little bet going tonight... She sure looks pretty...
(The memory of the night three years ago brings fresh rage.)
But then, his stupid plan had his fingerprints all over it, and this time without the bulk of his men. He'd been cornered in a quiet little corner of town, where the lines between Blacks and Greens blurred.
"Watch the streets, Joff!"
Rain was pouring from the sky, the sound of thunder rumbling dramatically and ironically overhead. Something to hide the sound of his scream, as if the gods were against him too. Jace is larger, taller, and wider than his brother. More handsome than when they were in school together, with that same black hair and coffee brown eyes, soft features. Devoid of the hard, cold angles of their house. Mutt. Fucking bastard.
Two-on-one was hardly fair, though he'd been smugly proud of how easily he could take the both of them on. They managed to disarm him of his butterfly knife, but couldn't get the upper hand. The Blacks bred weaklings apparently. Jace is all fists but slow and unsure, Luke snarls but there is no force behind his blows. Neither of them has had their hands stained by blood.
And he cackled as he kicked Luke in the face while he was crouched over trying to catch his breath, throwing him back onto the pavement while he dodged Jace's fist. He was so high off the taste of victory and bloodshed that he missed when Luke grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it at his face. Dirty, dishonorable. He would have been impressed if it hadn't cost him his eye.
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Modern AU: The children ruining Alicent's date because it's not with their new neighbour Criston
oh god.....they'd definitely get up to some trouble
aemond would be against it because he doesn't want to upset mother and aegon would be like "don't be such a loser, you want our mother to go out with some dork or with someone who cares about her?" but aegon is at least partially this involved because trouble is his second name.
like one way i can think of is the date picking alicent from home and going inside before they leave and the kids start saying the most random, weird things to make sure a second date doesn't happen.
can totally see aegon inventing something about how their mother's ex is in the mafia. and daeron asking "so are you gonna be our new parent now?" with those big puppy eyes.
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