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beary-rambles · 2 months

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Discovering yourself

Request: Hiiiii. Would you please write something with Aegon x f!reader? I would love to see something where the characters are opposite. Would it be okay for the reader to be a bit shy and socially awkward and loves books and music but at the same time wants to experience a bit of life but doesn’t know how and is a bit afraid to get out of her comfort zone. Once she gets to know someone she talks and is super fun but it takes her a bit of time. And then there is of course Aegon who we know is quite the opposite. The reader fancies him and the two fall in love? Could that be possible? Thank you.

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c.w: baratheon!reader, ooc aegon probably, hes a bit of an ass sometimes, fluff, insecure/shy reader, sfw! no smut since the request didnt state it, not proofread

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Unlike the rest of your family you had been more than happy when your family received an invitation to stay at kings landing in the red keep for a helena's name day festivities as she had become close with your sister floris. You had not been able to come with the rest of the family last time as you had been in bed rest.

You couldn't even imagine how big the red keep had been and while on the way there you could barely sit still your sister hitting you on the shoulder more than once to stop you from moving around.

“Welcome back to the keep.” Alicent greeted the rest of your family before he eyes locked onto yours, “I don't believe I recognized you.”

You open your mouth to say something but there's a pause and nothing manages to come out so you put your head down as your father speaks, “my daughter, lady y/n, she was bedridden the last time we came to visit.”

Alicent lets out an acknowledged hum and you keep your head down fiddling with the fabric on your dress. You're sure your father will scold you later.

“a pleasure, this is my son aemond and his lady wife heleana, aegon could not be here..”

you can hear the annoyance in her tone but choose to not acknowledge it and greet the other two siblings.

more formalities are exchanged between the two families, “it is so wonderful for house baratheon to join us for heleanas nameday festivities, she has grown quite fond of your family-”

the doors of the room you were all in burst open, all head whip back to look in shock, “prince aegon!”

“I am here.”

“You are late.” you hear his mother hiss quietly to him as he stands in place next to his siblings.”

“apologies, my son prince aegon.”

alicent introduces her son. You had heard the stories of Targaryen beauty and thought the two Targaryen siblings were gorgeous but Aegon, despite the fact he looked tired and a little sloppy, was a different level of beauty. He hadn't even needed to try and he wowed you.

as if he could feel your stare he locks eyes with you and you shyly put your head down towards the floor oblivious to the smirk that's grown on his face.

Some more pleasantries were exchanged but you didn't bother to lift your head still feeling his stare. You wish you weren't so awkward, if you had been anything like your sisters who could keep their heads up high and smile while locking eyes while you could barely hold a sentence with these people.

You barely even notice you had all been dismissed until you felt yourself being dragged away by your sister floris. A part of you can't get the idea of Aegon out of your head, even as you fall asleep that night you wonder if you'll get the opportunity to speak with him.

Today was meant to be the first of a three day long festival including a grand feast, a tourney and finally a ball all in honor of heleana.

The second you walk outside you are immediately hit with hundreds of people, it was definitely a celebration with music, people dancing, some watching the performers. It was magical, you had never seen such life brought to one place before.

You and the rest of your family were sitting in one of the higher tables closer to the targaryens, you watch as floris eagerly runs up to greet heleana while you stand with your sisters who make many comments on the festivities.

“I can't believe he can put that whole sword down his throat.”

“It was just on fire too, how preposterous.”

“Maybe he just has a lot of practice. Do you think he’s fond of men.”

Cassandra and Ellyn turn to you in horror while maris lets out your name in a chuckle while hitting your shoulder.

You shake your head with a grin but are horrified to hear the sound of laughter behind you and turn around.

“Prince aegon.” you're all clearly mortified as you all bow but he moves to stand next to you and stare at the man.

“If he is not he should start to be there is so much potentially to be held.”

“I am so sorry my prince i should not have-”

He waves you off with his hand and continues to look on in the crowd, “these events are such a bore they practically force you to make such a joke.”

“I did not mean to offend-”

“You talk like my brother.”

You have nothing else to say back instead just stand and watch the crowd disperse. It is only then you notice your sisters have all walked off elsewhere and you curse them in your head as the two of you stand in silence aside from the gulps Aegon takes from his chalice.

“What do you think about her?”

He points towards a contortionist not too far from where the two of you were standing. She had her leg way over her head.

“She is very pretty.”

“Oh come on, you must have some other comments to make.”

You tilt your head at her as she moves into a split and lays down flat on her stomach.

“Men must certainly fight for her attention, I am sure she is a rather capable woman.”

Your words are faster than a bird and quieter than a mouse but Aegon certainly hears them and bursts out into a roar of laughter causing those around you to turn and stare. Your face flushes and you stare at the ground as Aegon composes himself still chuckling.

“You are a scandalous lady, y/n.”

You shake your head, “I do not know why I said such a thing.”

“You said it because it is true, look,” he leans in closer to you, much too close, and subtly points, “look at lord simon staunton he looks like he wants to eat her alive.”

You gasp and bring a hand to your mouth as you take notice and look back at Aegon who has a smile on his face, “he is old enough to be her grandfather, no even her great grandfather! That is ridiculous.”

Aegon shrugs, taking another sip of wine with a chuckle. “I rather think that's what he likes about it.”

You can't help but laugh for the first time in this whole conversation keeping your head down. Once you finally lift your head and look at him he's already looking at you. You feel a rush of heat flood your face, he stares at you for a moment longer, his eyes drift down to your lips. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can you hear your fathers voice call out your name.

“I must go.” you quickly turn, feeling embarrassed about the sudden tension between the two of you and barely hear him as you rush away, “i shall see you lady y/n”

You can barely relax the rest of the day your conversion with Aegon playing in your mind over and over. It was the first time you had been sop open with somebody you barely knew. It was so refreshing to be able to joke and laugh with someone who was not your family.that night you toss and turn in bed with a big smile on your face. In turn you cannot sleep so you sit up and contemplate what to do.

You would normally read a book but your father wouldn't allow you to take any on this trip saying there was no need for it but right now youre groaning and fall flat back on the bed.

An idea suddenly hits you, you remember from the tour one of the guards had given you there was a library not too far from your room. It wouldn't be an issue to go and grab a book really quickly right. A grin finds itself on your face as you realize the red keep has many books you have never read or even heard of and before you know it you throw on an overcoat and begin to quickly make your way over to the library with a lantern in hand.

Nobody would mind if you just took one maybe two books to keep you sated for the rest of your stay here right? That's what you think as you manage to sneak in and out of the library with two books under your coat as you quickly try to make your way back to your room. You almost reach your door before a voice behind you rings out.

“Now what could you be doing, wondering about by yourself..”

You turn and gasp, “prince aegon.”

In your shock the books fall out of your hands, you quickly bend down to pick them up missing the ‘ah’ that had escaped his lips.

“So you read?”

“I am so sorry-”

“You did not answer my question.”

You stall for a moment, not daring to lift your head from the floor. “Yes.”

He hums, “you are quite like my brother. I see no fun in it.”

At a loss for words you keep quiet and take a step back closer to your door, turning around fully before you speak, “i shall bid you goodnight-”

“You will sit in the royal box tomorrow for the tourney.” your movements freeze and you're thankful you are not facing him as your face must be full of shock.

You manage to compose yourself not turning around, “i thought my family would be sitting in one of the lower boxes-”

“Not your family. You. you shall sit in the royal box. With me.”

You feel a wild course of emotions run over your body. What does he mean, just you? Is he attempting to court you? He is trying to seduce you? Does he want something from you? Or maybe he is just trying to be kind? Maybe he takes pity on you after you had embarrassed yourself the last two days?

You must be frozen for a while because he begins to laugh. You take a deep breath, “I must decline.” because you certainly cannot sit in the royal box with the prince. What would the people think? What would your father think? You cannot even imagine having to try and explain why you would be sitting with them tomorrow.

“This is not a request. You shall join me tomorrow. I am the prince. I say it is so.”

“But my family.” “They shall sit in the box in one of the many stands below.”

“I cannot just leave my family.”

He tsks and huffs, “then so be it your family shall join us too. I'm sure heleana would be happy to be seated with floris.”

Did he want you to sit in the box so badly he was willing to just add your family at your request just like that? No, he wanted you to sit in the box. With him.

“alright, goodnight my prince.”

You do not even wait for a response as you book it down the hallway and slam the door to your room shut. The books you had gotten drop to the floor as you cover your hands with your face. Out of breath like you had just ran a marathon you find yourself unable to stop smiling.

When you and your family make your way outside you pretend to be shocked when your family is escorted to the royal box. You all greet the royal family who all stand to greet you. Aegon grabs your arm and ushers you to sit down next to him. You ignore the burning stares of your family as aegon quickly makes conversation with you.

“Isn't the view so great from here aren't you happy I told you to sit here?” it's not a question more so a statement and all you can do is nod your head.

“Oh come on you must have something to say to me.” he pouted at you and you swiftly turned away from him, “well you did not ask.” you mumble and he smiles, shaking his head and takes a drink of wine. “I certainly did not. You would have sat here one way or another.”

You're thankful Aegon is sitting in the front row of the box while the rest of your family is all the way in the back so at least you won't have to deal with the questioning of your family.

“Did you prepare a favor lady , y/n?” you turn back to face queen who addressed you and nod, “yes my queen.” not mentioning it is the same favor you've had for awhile as no one had ever asked for your favor. You do not take notice to aegons clenched jaw at the question and narrow eyes at the question.

The journey begins and you've never seen a tourney as big as this one. But as it is it is pretty uneventful. You cannot hold your surprise when you see aemond being introduced. “He is competing?”

Aegon next to you hums as he continues to drink, “he does not like this stuff, calls it horse shit but heleana wanted to see him compete so he entered.”

He of course comes up and asks heleana for her favor which she gladly gives him before he rides away.

“And his opponent, ser bronn beesbury!” The man rides in full confidence. When he takes off his helmet you can't help but admit he is a very handsome man, certainly not more handsome than Aegon but he was a very attractive man. He rides over near the royal box and Aegion sits up for the first time this whole tourney.

“Lady baratheon, you are the essence of beauty.” he holds up his hand towards the box and you're shocked in a haste you look over the edge and toss out your favor for him to catch.

“You bless me this day my lady.”

You sit back in your seat unable to say anything. You end up glancing at Aegon expecting him to make some comment about the man as he had been doing with all the other fighters that day. He was not even looking at you. An unreliable look on his face as he tapped his fingers on the table next to him. He started dead at aemond who stared back for a moment before nodding and slamming his helm down.

The match began and you were wowed as aemond swiftly takes ser bronn down with an extra hard hit and ser bronn hits the floor and doesn't stand back up. You gasp as he's dragged off the scene and for the first time in the last couple minutes Aegon laughs turning to you. “What a fool thinking he can go against a targaryen.”

A part of you feels like he's not just talking about aemond.

you didn't speak to Aegon after the tourney as the men went out on a hunt and you're grateful especially since you're more than embarrassed after your thoughts during today's tourney.

Though it is very tough to answer your family's questions when you don't even know yourself.

Finally it was heleanas name day and the day of the ball. You spent the morning with your family, the royal family nowhere in sight seemingly preparing for tonight's ball.

When you arrive back in your room that afternoon to prepare for the ball you and your maid are shocked to see a beautiful red and black gown laid out on the bed. “Did my father prepare this?”

The maid shook her head, she's been your maid for as long as you can remember so she freely speaks around you, “the baratheons may be wealthy little ones but your father could not afford a dress like this one.”

The dress is gorgeous as you run your hands down it you can barely believe it.

“Well come on little one let's get you dressed.”

When your family comes knocking on your door their eyes all drop to your dress, “what is this look about?”

“Where did you get that dress?”

“Oh I made it just today.”

“Shut your mouth and tell me.”

“I had no idea it was simply on my bed when I walked into my room.”

The discussion of your dress continued until you had been standing in front of the door waiting to be announced.

“Is it not obvious the prince has given her the dress?” You and Cassandra whip your heads to look at maris who shrugs.

“Oh come on it's in the Targaryen house colors and obviously he seems obsessed with our dear sister.”

“Be quiet you three” you would be surprised if your father could not hear the pounding of your heart as you consider maris’ idea.

Would the prince really leave you a dress like this? What could that possibly mean? Before you have any time to think, you and the rest of your family are being announced.

As you walk into the room you fail to ignore the stares of your fellow peers as they all seem to gawk at the dress you had been wearing. Keeping your head lowered slightly you eagerly rush to your seat.

Soon after the main family is announced and everyone stands. When you see Aegon, a pit forms in your stomach. The suit he wears is basically identical to the dress you had on, your sister maris clearly also takes notice of this as she leans towards you, “told you so.”

As the queen gives a speech and thanks everyone you attempt to hide yourself behind your father out of embarrassment but still manage to notice the smug look on aegons face as he looks over at you.

Soon enough dinner is served and the music starts and you forget for a moment why you had been so embarrassed in the first place laughing with your family over good food and good music. After the food in front of you had been cleared you feel eyes staring into your back, refusing to turn around you attempt to continue the conversation you had been having with your sister maris who comments on the fact that one of the lords had stepped on ever girls foot whom he's danced with which causes you to laugh.

A throat clears behind you and you freeze, maris smiles, “good evening my prince.” Everyone greets him as well and he gives a greeting back. You turn back to look at him and your eyes widen as he holds out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

He says it in the same tone he had told you you were to sit in the royal box with him. It is not a question. “Aren't there any other ladies you would prefer to dance with?”

“No. Now come on.”

You glance over at your father who smiles and moves his head signaling for you to dance.

You grab aegons hand and he is more than eager to let you onto the dance floor with him. “I heard you are fond of music.”

“I am my prince,, where did you hear that?”

“One of your sisters had mentioned it. The plain looking one.”

You gasp, “how could you say such a thing?”

He chuckles his eyes never leaving yours, “I am simply stating the truth, I apologize.”

You huff and turn your face away from him, “if anything i am the plain one my prince.”

He huffs as he grabs your chin and turns your head to face him, “you are not. Now shut your mouth.”

A silence fills between the two of you as he continues to stare at you. “Why do you think that?” A pathetic laugh escapes you, “I am not the funniest, I am not the most pretty, not the most talented. I am the quiet sister who has no idea how to speak to people or has no confidence in anything. I shall remain alone forever as a spinster while my sisters all go off and get married.”

The song ends and the two of you stand still while everyone claps. You do not look at him while he stares at you.

“If you are so boring then why have you captured me so. If you are not unfunny then why do I find myself laughing more in your presence than I ever have. If you are so untalented then why are you the first lady I've enjoyed dancing with? If you shall remain alone forever then why do I wish to be by your side.”

You don't even notice that all the eyes in the room are staring at the two of you, aegon is your whole world right now.

“Marry me. And I shall open up the world to you.”

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cocalynx · 1 year

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Just imagine a movie with these two

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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Queen Of My Life (Aegon x Reader)

“I will be queen and write history like my ancestor (y/n) Targaryen”

“The story of (y/n) was your brother Rhaegars Favourite, she was known as “the miracle queen”

“The miracle? Why?I’ve only known a few scattered parts of her”

“She is known as the last good leader along with her husband king Aegon, they were the first and only couple that ruled United and seemed to listen to the worries of their subjects”

“She cared for the small folk?”

“The didn’t call her “our sun” for nothing”

(Y/n) was not supposed to be born, a child created after the night Rhaenyra laid with Ser Criston Cole, it might sound evil but as her belly grew Rhaenyra wished for the babe to die, to get rid of it.

The babe came out quickly and earlier than expected, a healthy girl that wailed loudly as she fussed and screamed to get away from her mothers grasp, it was almost like the babe had heard every thought her mother had, the hostility that was created as she was growing inside a womb that it’s owner wished she was dead.

The only person that (y/n) truly loved was Laenor, he adored his daughter and spoiled her to no ends, she had everything laid beneath her feet with one click of her fathers fingers, before her dragon hatched Laenor would take her up in the sky just to hear the little girls sequels of bliss.

“You did it!”

(Y/n) bursted in the room with a dagger in her hand, her fathers dagger that she had just lost. Rhaenyra was quick to restrain her daughter from cutting through her chest, the whole room erupted with chaos as the boiling pot that was her daughter temper seemed to have blown up and was ready to burn everyone.

“How dare you blame me?”

“How dare I? You killed my father just to marry your fucking knight in shinning armour”

The scariest part was not (y/n)s tone nor the raised tone that pierced through eardrums, it was that there was no emotion in her eyes, just plain darkness, Rhaenyra was truly backed against the wall to fight for her life.

Criston Cole was the one to thankfully be brave enough to pull (y/n) away, unfortunately due to her erratic movements the princess had managed to cut herself, earning a deep clean cut from bicep to wrist, her cry of pain was deafening as her blood spilled down to the floor, Criston wanted to throw up at the sight of his daughters blood intertwining with mourning for another man she called “father”.

“Take the princess back to her chamber Ser Criston”

The queen commanded him to which he heartedly agreed. Swiftly he lifted her up to hold her in her arms, she was just a kid, a kid that attempted to not only kill her mother, to also strike down the future heir and accuse her of murder, the queen had followed the two with her eyes as the knight exited the room, leaving all of them in despair over the event.

“We should call a maester for the princess”

Alicent suggested mostly to herself as she spoke to a hushed tone, the queen sped to the princesses room to find her laying in her bed while Ser Criston had torn off his cape to stop the bleeding, Criston was a tormented father that had his hands tied when it came to the matter of his daughter, when she was born he knew it in his heart that the babe was his kin, how could a father stand watching his only daughter lay wounded?

On the morrow Rhaenyras family departed for dragon stone, except (y/n) who had requested to stay behind and become the queens lady in waiting, queen Alicent always felt for the young girl who had inherited Cristons eyes, she could somewhat understand why Rhaenyra had a certain grudge against (y/n), to gaze upon your own daughter and see a man you hate.

One of the few times (y/n) was seen smiling was at her wedding with Aegon, Aegon fell for the princess ever since they were young, he had a very special gift from her that started from his thigh down to his knee, (y/n) and Aegon were extremely competitive so one time during training (y/n) requested real swords, Aegon being the arrogant prick he could be lazily swung his swords while (y/n) bend down and landed a nasty cut.

“How does it feel to be my lady wife?”

“Nothing has really changed, except the fact that tonight we have to land a small little cut on you”

(Y/n) and Aegon were drawn to one another long before their wedding, Alicent had betrothed them to shut the rumours of the princesses moans coming from Aegons room, while partially to quickly hide the fact that (y/n) had not bled for two moons.

Aegon giggled at the comment as he took her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, after that his other hand caressed her still flat belly lovingly, his babe was safely growing inside the woman he loved.

“It’s a boy”

“I did not know I was marrying a witch”

“Heleana saw it, we will name him Saeror”

“Saeror?! What type of name is that?”

“Saeror the future king… has a nice ring to it”

Aegon surprised them all, he became a wonderful lord husband and stood honourably by his wives side through good times and bad times.

Aegon was present when Saeror was born, he had pushed the maester away to hold his babe, he would have never thought that he would take one look at a bloody little thing that resembled a small kitten would make him so happy, Aegon laughed loudly as Saeror wailed his way into the world.

“Saeror, You will be our legacy little one”

Reluctantly he passed the babe to the wet nurses so they can take care of the newborn, carelessly he wiped his hands to his clothes before kneeling in front of his glowing wife who sheepishly smiled at him, content with bringing the future heir to the world without any complications.

Aegon caressed her hair while his other hand held hers tightly, she had blessed him with a new family, (y/n) shed light in his life like the beacon of old town, how wife was the fire that burned him so sweetly.

“A lot of women say they do not wish for their husbands to be in the room while giving birth, it is said men do not look at their wives as women any more”

“I do not view you as a woman, I worship you as a goddess”

“I did good”

“You did wonderful, queen of my life”

Rhaenyra had been absent to every important event, the wedding, the birth of (y/n)s first born, any feast that was held for (y/n)s honour Rhaenyra had an excuse to not make an appearance, sending only a letter as a “congratulations”, the bitterness within (y/n) took over her brain towards her mother in a quick pace.

Quite the contrary with her good mother queen Alicent, she had stepped up to take great care of (y/n) and showed her the way to be a queen, Alicent was determined to be the mother she did not have, she was aware of what life was like without that maternal figure and would hate herself if she allowed that curse to be casted upon another woman.

(Y/n) had proven to be restless, giving birth to three sons one after the other. Saeror, Zenea and little Aemond in honour of her good brother who hugged (y/n) tightly and whispered a subtle “thank you” in her ear when they announced the babes name to the court.

“(y/n) and Aegon the generous” where known within kings landing due to visiting orphanages often to take care of the children as well as funding maesters to visit anyone in need of medical care from the small folk, adored by the public was an extremely brilliant move against the heir Rhaenyra who had fled the capital and lived her life hiding away instead of building her claim.

(Y/n) and Aegon were seen with their children and Ser Criston Cole along with Ser Erryk to kings landing, listening to the small folks worries and strolling through paths like common folk, another clever move was throwing feasts for the children’s namedays were everyone was welcomed, the masses were fed and give their blessing to the princes, Lords from all of Westeros would travel to make alliances with the Targaryens, to offer their daughters for the princes.

“Push my love”

“I cannot, I am tired”

“Come on sweetling this is your fourth time in this bed, you are strong”

(Y/n) pushed with all her might while Alicent and Aegon held her hands to support her and pass their strength to her, (y/n) grunted and breathed heavily to push a new life out of her. She fell in her husbands arms once she felt the relief of the babe releasing from her womb, the sound of a newborn weeping would never get old to the couple, Aegon engulfed her with his arms to bring his sweaty mess of a wife in his arms to kiss her temple.

“Praise the mother, my queen you did well”

“Is our boy healthy?”

“A strong boy sweet one”

Alicent reassured the princess as she followed the wet nurses who did the usual routine for the babe before bringing it to the mother. (Y/n) held her new babe in her arms while she was still being held by her husband, tears that were shed from his eyes hit her shoulder.

“What will we name him?”

“I was thinking Naemor”

“Welcome to the family Naemor”

Aegon cooed at the babe who had started to calm down in his mothers arms. Aegon gave another kiss to his wives head, she deserved all the gold in the world for the sacrifices she had made, to create a home for him in her arms and create a human from his seed, she was his miracle.

“Your grace, your presence is requested to the throne room”

“Oh seven hells I completely forgot of the hearing”

“Is that today? We must get ready”

“My love, you are to remain abed”

“No, I will not give her that satisfaction of missing this, help me please or I’ll do this without you”

Aegon had no choice but to comply to his wives wishes and offer his hands for support to get her up on her feet. Ser Criston watched silently for a moment until he mastered the courage to take a few steps to stand next to the princess.

“A boy?”

“Indeed, here”

Carefully (y/n) laid her newborn babe in the knights arms, Criston could not believe his eyes, a fourth grandchild was presented to him, he was as perfect as the rest of them, they were times that he had cursed himself for what he had done, to fall for Rhaenyras act and entertain it to the point that he risked the highest honour and toyed with his life, this is the moment that gave his life meaning, to see your daughter prevail and become the strongest Targaryen of the entire kingdom.

Once the wet nurses were excused and (y/n) dressed in her gown with the assistance of her husband Criston stayed in the room to rock the babe for as long as he could, away from the prude eyes of the servants.

“You have a beautiful family… princess”

“Aegon could you please take the babe?”

Aegon gladly reached for the babe to cradle him in his arms, the newborn had drifted off to slumber as he was safely rocked by his grandfather.

(Y/n) froze in her spot for a moment as she eyeballed the knight who also did not move a muscle, it was her that fell in his arms for a tight hug. She was not dim witted, the stories had reached her ears ever since she was a toddler, Criston was there for every step of her life, protecting his kin from the shadows.

“I will take revenge for you, do not worry… father”

Criston only caressed her long dirty blonde hair, it was very few times that (y/n) could truly show affection to her biological father, after such an emotional event of giving birth Criston was one of the closest people she had, her true father that was there for her more than her mother had ever been.

“You mustn’t walk in your condition, I’ll carry you there”

“No I-“

“Hush now princess I’ll let you down before the doors agape”

It was pointless to put on a fuss, her father had her off her feet in a blink of an eye while her husband Aegon was on their side with the newborn babe. Soon enough they reached the throne room doors and Criston Cole kept his promising by allowing the princess to stand by herself.

“Princess (y/n) and prince Aegon of house Targaryen”

As the doors unlatched to reveal the couple (y/n) felt like her “family” threw daggers from their eyes to the princess, a part of her wanted to know what was it that she had done that cause such hatred, the other part was quite content with her own family.

“I apologise for the interruption your grace, we happily announce the birth of our newborn son Naemor”

“A fourth son… let me see”

“Allow me my moon”

(Y/n) mumbled to Aegon as asked for their son to take him up to the stairs to the frail grandsire. (Y/n) was in agony the minute she took a step in the room, labour was one of the most excruciating pains she had experienced, however no one could see her pain, the prideful princess smiled as she bend the knee to let the king gaze upon the child.

“A strong son from the most beloved couple of the realm”

“You honour me your grace”

“I believe we need to circle back to the reason we are all gathered here”

“I can understand it might bring a certain uneasiness to you that you are not the centre of attention, still do allow your own daughter to present her son-your fourth grandson- to the king -our father-“

Aegon snapped at his half sister, (y/n) smirked at the sharp jab her husband had landed. Aegon would go to war for his family, he had grown to be a man because of the influence (y/n) had on him, she made him stronger, sharper, a proper king and a protector of the realm.

(Y/n) was proud of the man she had married, she had to admit that when she was to be wed to him she feared for her future, what if Aegons passion for her burned out? What if his taste for wine got the best of him?

Questions that clouded her judgement had kept her up until the dawn of her wedding day, now there he was, not an ounce of quiver as he went toe to toe with Rhaenyra to defend his queen.

“We have decided as a union that our presence is important since we would officially want to announce that we side with prince Jacaerys when it comes to the claim of driftmark”

“What?”

“My brother is the second born of our family, our… late father Laenor had wished for him to inherit it, the power of the ocean runs through our veins”

“What do you know of Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my wrists and you would still not recognise it”

“ I only recognise the blood of a man like Laenor, a knight that fought to defend the realm against the common foe, I do not wish to witness the blood of a villainous brother that stops at nothing to gain power”

(Y/n) had stepped down from the throne that her grandsire was occupying, Aegon paced quickly to her to take their son from her with one hand while the other snaked it’s way around her waist for support, he was observant enough to pick up on the slight trembling of her hands, she was growing tired and the argument of Ser Vaemond was not helping.

“Enough!”

The king declared as loud as he could with the combination of stomping his cane to the ground for a louder pause to the heated conversation. (Y/n) and Aegon turned their backs on Ser Vaemond in order to face the king out of respect, (y/n) even leaned her head to Aegons shoulder to get closer to him, his musk scent was a familiar thing she could focus as she was feeling her knees fighting to keep her up.

“I have heard enough, it is a day to celebrate not to kill each other. I hereby reaffirm Prince Jacaerys of house Velaryon as the future heir of lord of the tides, I should also announce that prince Aegon with his lady wife princess (y/n) of house Targaryen will be declared as my… heirs to the throne… after me”

“It cannot be”

“Aegon and (y/n) have proved themselves worthy of the throne… Rhaenyra, my sweet daughter… you will inherit the… Step-ahhh”

“Call the maesters!”

Aegon felt his wife tense at the scene that was playing in front of them, the time she had always been waiting for was happening, her grandsire was announcing her as his heir instead of Rhaenyra.

The grunts of agony that shook the room from her grandsire caused the small babe to start fussing, wails erupting from her new born son while Aegon started to lightly bounce the babe in his arms.

“Hush little one, you father is here”

“We must go, come my moon”

(Y/n) took Aegons hand to lead him out of the throne room while everyone was preoccupied with tending to her grandsire the king, her pain however caused a flinch while a hiss was uttered from her causing her to come to a halt.

“You need to rest”

“We do not have time for that”

“I do not care what you say, the throne will be there after you take a bath and sleep for a few hours, Ser Criston take my wife in our chambers, I will handle the rest”

“So the king died right after he declared a new heir?”

“Correct”

“If he had announced it to the court as you say, why did war ensue?”

“Princess Rhaenyra fled to dragon stone with her family to call banners for support to her claim, the king had passed before the official ceremony could take place”

“And what of queen (y/n)?”

“Her and king Aegon were crowned before the masses at dawn, the small folk cheered at the announcement of that the couple were crowned as king and queen of the realm, men offered to be trained as knights to protect the new queen against princess Rhaenyra”

“So a mother and a daughter went to war”

“Queen (y/n) was known for one phrase”

“The blood in the veins is thicker than the water in the womb”

“The Beloved queen was an intriguing character, a powerful woman with endless potential, her story is the second most astonishing one after Aegon the conqueror”

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Queen Alicent Hightower and her first son Aegon Targaryen

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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Aegon, whispering to Jacaerys: you gotta know where to stick it in of course

Y/n, overhearing and whispering to Aegon: you don’t know where to stick it in

Aegon, sighing: that’s because you’re the one that sticks it in.

Jacaerys, almost choking on his wine: WHAT AM I HEARING RIGHT NOW-

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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY as AEGON TARGARYEN II | House of the Dragon, ep.8

#tom glynn carney #aegon ii targaryen #hotdedit #barbieaemondgifs #house of the dragon #hotd #aegon #prince aegon #tgc #welighttheway #targaryensource

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kimbee00 · 1 month

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𐙚 Aegon Targaryen 𐙚

🎀ྀིྀི ≽^- ˕ -^≼ My kitty meow meow looks tired with the weight of the crown. Someone bring his wine and tuck him into bed pwease ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

#aegon ii targaryen #prince aegon #hotd aegon #king aegon #aegon targaryen #tom glynn carney #hotd thoughts #hotd s2 #hotd meme #hotd season 2 #hotd #house velaryon #house of the dragon #house of the dragon Aegon

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Good Boy

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝙸 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠：𝟷𝟾+ 𝚊𝚞, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍!𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗/𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝐴𝑁： 𝙲𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎; 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 (𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜) -- 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 ♡︎

Hours into the night and your husband Aegon was already fast asleep on his side of the bed, tuckered out from his long day of…well, whatever it was that Aegon did to occupy his time while you took care of the twins. You had put the children to sleep, and it was finally your turn for some well-deserved rest.

As you said goodnight to the guards, you closed the doors to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, blowing out a few of the candles on your way to the bed but leaving some lit in case you must tend to the babies in the middle of the night.

You gently sat down on your side of the queen-sized mattress, sighing deeply, extending your toes and moving your feet around as they dangled off the bed, sitting straight up to relieve the pressure from your chest. You had your twins almost two years ago, and even after weaning them off breastfeeding, you still experienced discomfort from time to time, eating herbs daily to remedy it.

There wasn’t a day you didn’t want to be a mother or wife, but if anyone were to say that being those things wasn’t extremely exhausting, they were a liar.

It didn’t matter, though, how tiring it was. You were happy with your little family, you and the three boys who you loved most in the whole world. You lift your legs and slide in under the sheets next to Aegon. He breathed deeply, laying on his stomach facing you with his arm resting by your pillow.

You studied his exquisite features, listening to his light snores and giggling silently at him as your fingers brushed some of the wavy, white strands of hair off his eyes carefully. Part of you didn’t want to wake him, but the other wished he was awake so that you could kiss him and feel his strong hands all over your body.

It was late anyhow, and your eyelids were steadily trying to close. You kissed softly on the back of his hand, snuggling up closer to him as you laid your head down, admiring your beautiful husband until you drifted off to sleep.

It had only to be an hour or two since you dozed off when suddenly you faintly hear your name, but it’s mumbled and hoarse. The frame creaks, sheets shuffling, and Aegon turns his body aggressively, rocking the bed. Attempting to ignore it, still partially asleep, you keep your eyes closed and hope to be fully back under the sandman’s spell in no time.

“Don’t…please…” The barely audible words proceed another turn from Aegon, shaking you fully awake.

Your eyes began fluttering open as Aegon groaned, shifting again and muttering incoherently under his breath. It triggered your protective instincts, and you rubbed the blurry film from your eyes, sitting up and turning to look at him.

The beautiful boy fitfully stirred and turned on his back, facing the window; his legs falling hard onto the bedding as his fingers twitched at his sides. Aegon settled into the spot and relaxed his body, exhaling loudly.

Your concern lessened as Aegon stilled, his expression appearing to be painted with contentment, putting you somewhat at ease. Perhaps he was having difficulty getting comfortable tonight, especially with the weather warming, you thought.

As you’re about to lay back down, Aegon grumbled, jerking his head from left to right and fisting the sheets.

“No…” Aegon whispered, breathing your name once again. “Please, don’t.”

Confusion struck, and you swiftly slid closer to him, placing your hand gently on his chest. Aegon whimpered, brows furrowing as he grunted, huffing shakily and twisting his head as though he was trying to escape something.

“Aegon, my love.” You whispered sweetly as you tried to wake him but to no avail.

“Stop, stop…” He begged, eyes closed tight as he began hyperventilating, sadness washing over his face. “No…no…”

Now, you’re scared for him; what could he possibly dream about?

“Aegon, wake up. You’re dreaming, my love. Aegon!” You shoved his chest repeatedly, praying to the gods he'd open his eyes soon and escape the horror he was imagining.

His legs shuffled under the sheets, and a heartbreaking sob fell from his mouth, tearing you up inside. “Aegon, wake up, please! My dear husband, open your eyes!”

Aegon gasped as his eyes snapped open, jumping awake at the sound of your trembling voice. His eyes were red and wet, and a single tear fell from the corner of his eye as he stared at you in shock, not blinking until he spoke.

“(Y/N)?” His voice cracked, and a small glimmer of relief came over him while gazing at you, breathing heavily as his heart pounded.

“Yes, Aegon. I’m here, see?”

He glanced around the room before he met your eyes again. Shaking his hanging head, Aegon’s composure broke. He started crying quietly, and immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a close embrace.

“Hey, everything’s okay. You’re okay, my love. I’m here…I’m here.” You reassured him, kissing the top of his head, then pressed your cheek to it.

He held onto your arm folded over his chest, sobbing into your sleeve as you rubbed his back in a calm, soothing circle. You could hear your heart beating fast against your chest, worry sprawled across your face. Aegon was distraught, and his reaction to this dream frightened you. You’d never seen him like this.

He inhaled and exhaled shakily, his body somewhat relaxing in your arms as the tears stopped shedding. Aegon raised his head, choppy hair dripping over his face as he looked at you, eyes puffy and low.

“Hello darling,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hand and lightly wiping your thumb over his damp cheek.

Sniffling, he grinned weakly and leaned into your caress, kissing the bottom of your palm. You were hesitant to ask, but you needed to know what upset him that abundantly during his slumber, but Aegon was proud at times when he was embarrassed, and you expected resistance.

“Shall I have some wine brought up?” You asked.

Aegon nodded, releasing your arm before you climbed off the bed, your bare feet taking you across the room to the doors in haste. You pulled them open and whispered to guards to fetch your ladies. Ruby and Lorraine arrived shortly after that.

“Ladies, I need you to please bring us up some arbor red, a full bottle.” You said in an undertone, speaking rapidly because you were unsettled. “Also, bring up some sweet biscuits Aegon likes, the toffee ones. Thank you.”

The ladies bow without a word and exit the room. You ordered the guards to let them in as soon as they came back before shutting the doors. Turning around, your study fell to Aegon, who now sat on the edge of the bed, uncovered feet touching the floor with his face in his hands.

His body was trembling, and your heart ached for him. Water pooled in your eyes, your hand loosely clutching your throat as your chest tightened. It was a wife’s job to be strong for her husband when he needed it, and Aegon needed you now.

You walked back over and kneeled on the cold floor in front of him, laying a gentle hand on his knee.

“Aegon, darling, tell me what happened.” You begged, desperate to help.

He lifted his head, the glass windows into his wounded soul reddened and dark, and you craved to make it better, to take away his pain. Aegon shook his head in refusal and averted his gaze from yours, his delicate features straining as if he was holding back from bursting into tears again.

“My love, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You urged, staring at him closely, wishing he’d face his troubles.

If it wasn’t his responsibility Aegon was running from, it was his emotions. You were the first person he truly opened up to, but there were even times he would resist your pure charm. He was attempting to do so now by avoiding your lovely glare, knowing he’d succumb to your beauty.

Aegon scoffed and sharply stood to his feet; the cream-colored sheets that encased him dripped to the floor. He waltzed over to the large, stained glass windows that led to the balcony, posing there fully nude with his arms crossed over his chest. It’s impossible for you not to admire his stocky build and pale ass.

But gods, if he wasn’t an adult baby at times. Sulky and stubborn was Aegon Targaryen, but luckily you kept a few tricks up your sleeve to coax him into submission when the simple ones didn’t work.

Skipping over to him on the balls of your feet, you curled your arms around him and stood at his backside, hands roaming over his stiff gut and earning a stifled moan from his lips.

“Talk to me.” You whispered, running your fingertips lightly on the sensitive skin above his cock, you teased him purposefully, kissing along the muscles in his back, and he groaned roughly, biting his lower lip. “Tell me the truth. What do you dream of?”

“It wasn’t a dream, only my worst nightmare.” Finally, hearing his honeyed tone made your heart skip as his tongue confessed. “It felt…real, as real as you and I here now.”

“Occasionally, your subconscious can seem like reality when you sleep too deeply.” You replied, noticing when his muscle tension alleviated, and he melted under your lustful touch and soft kisses.

“It was truly my fears that came to life.” His stocky hands lower and cover yours, the warmth radiating from his palms stinging your skin, his golden-scaled ring pinching your knuckle.

“Aegon…you can confide in me. You know that to be true. What fears haunt you?”

Your embrace tightened slightly, pressing the side of your face to his back and holding him as close as you could without causing yourself pain. Didn’t he understand how worried you were about him, how devastated you were that he was in distress? Eyes closed as if you were trying to hug the sense into him.

“It was…us—if we weren’t living in King’s Landing, like how we’ve talked about numerous times in bed.” He blurted out, blankly staring out the transparent pane, “We were somewhere in Essos, a house off the mainland. The boys were two years older, and we had one on the way.”

A smile spread on your lips, pleased he couldn’t see how excited you were about having another one of his children as he mentioned it.

“We weren’t happy. You…hated me, completely despised me, and I couldn’t mend it.” His flat voice splintered, and your eyes shot open. “Anything I tried only upset you further.”

Instinctually, you remain glued to him, a horrible feeling bubbling in your gut about where this story is headed. This wasn’t the first time Aegon’s past had come to haunt him in your marriage, but it didn’t lessen the blow for you or him.

“It was a summer day, and the boys and I played outside. You stormed out of the house and yelled for the boys to come with you, carrying bags of clothing and gold. When I asked what was going on, you told me you and the boys were leaving.”

“Aegon-”

“I pleaded for you to go back inside, for us to discuss it, but you screamed that you couldn’t take it anymore and wouldn’t spend another second with me.” He continued, forcing out the choked words as tears flooded his eyes. “You told me that you and the boys deserved better than me.”

He was talking fast, gasping as though he was running out of air, liquid gliding down his cheeks from his pupils, and his body tensed as the nightmare replayed in his head. Aegon was experiencing a panic attack from the nightmare. Unsticking yourself from him, you sweep around his figure and cup his face in your hands, compelling him to look directly at you.

“Aegon, listen—my love, take a deep breath.” You inhaled and exhaled dramatically, repeating this until Aegon mimicked your actions, sniveling as he worked to control his erratic breathing. “It wasn’t real, you hear me?”

In Aegon’s mind, you were in love with him temporarily. He wasn’t good enough, and you would eventually leave him, take the boys and disappear forever. A part of you flamed with anger, knowing Aegon’s insecurities stemmed from the first woman in his life he trusted and hurt him.

He took one last deep breath and swallowed hard, seeing your reflection in his glossy wide eyes, and a final tear slipped down the side of his nose and his lips to his chin, and you couldn’t help but admire how beautifully human he was—how vulnerable.

“None of it was real, Aegon. I love you more than life; you mean everything to me.” The words burst from you earnestly, wishing you could rip your heart out and give it to him if only to prove that he owned it.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, (y/n). If you hated me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“You are a good husband and father, Aegon. You acted out in the past because you were neglected, but I will not fail you. I swear it. I married you because I dream of spending forever with you.”

The silence in the room grew louder by the second as Aegon processed your heartfelt sentiment, unsure of how to respond. You, however, had more to say while he swallowed your truth.

“Whatever doubts you have, let them go for the sake of our love. I swore before the gods to be by your side through the good and bad, and that’s exactly where I intend to stay.”

This made Aegon’s cheeks flush crimson and lift to his eyes, a loving grin curling on his pouty lips. Time stands still, and it’s just the two of you in your bubble, and you both become intoxicated by each other’s presence.

Aegon was a sensitive man, evident from the moment you met him, and in discovering that, it became clear that you would fall madly in love with him. It was no surprise when you became pregnant with twins only a month into your union; the two of you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.

“I love you, Aegon Targaryen.”

With that, his hands flew to your waist and pulled you closer to his bare form, sweeping your lips up with his and devouring your mouth with heavy possession, a kiss that ignited flames under your skin and pushed your moans into his mouth.

His fingertips slipped further back to the top of your ass, squeezing with a bruising grip that excited you more, your hands leaving his face and tangling into the hairs at the nape of his neck to deepen the lustful kiss, tasting his salty tears.

Soon Aegon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your air as he gingerly rubbed noses with you.

“I love you, (y/n) (l/n), and I miss you.” His shallow, lusting eyes peered into yours, and you realized that it had been quite some time since the two of you had an intimate moment alone like this.

Since the twins came, you’ve been more preoccupied with tending to them, but your husband was a needy boy that required your attention, too, and it was easy to forget. Most of the time, when you came to bed, like tonight, Aegon would already be asleep and vice versa.

It was essential for the two of you to dote on one another, now more than ever.

“Mayhaps I will have Ruby take care of the boys more. She’s practically another version of me. Then the time we desire alone could occur frequently.” You purred, kindly tucking a stray wavy lock of hair behind his ear, your hand falling to his collarbone and tracing delicate patterns with your fingertip.

“But our sons need you most….”

“All three of my boys need me, and I will take care of all of you, no matter what.”

“Mmm…” He growled in his throat, the uncontrollable hunger for you shooting through Aegon like the first night he made love to you, wanting to rip your silk, pink nightgown to shreds and fuck you on the balcony, so the entire of King’s Landing knew you were his.

He lowered his chin and pressed his lips to yours, savoring the taste for a minute or two, only to begin devouring you, massaging your tongues together, and fucking your mouth. It made you dizzy, lightheaded, and weak in the knees. Aegon knew it, too, hearing and feeling the vibrations of your choked whimpers.

When he stops this time, it’s not to say anything, only to look into your eyes with an intense animalistic glare, and it stirred an ache in your belly, thighs pressing together when Aegon licked his lips as if you were a delicious treat he had to sink his teeth into.

Eagerly, he dipped his head into your neck, kissing your smooth skin feverishly, inhaling and tasting your fragrance of milk and honey as his tongue ran along your throat. You tilted your neck, gasping from the sudden intimacy as your eyes fluttered, gripping him tightly and knotting your fingers in his curls.

You needed Aegon—it had been a long time since you both made love the way you used to. With all the healing and soreness you’d been dealing with since giving birth, you’ve both had to do your best to decrease your sexual appetites. For the past few months, you’ve both been easing into it at an incredibly slow pace, but it was not without difficulty.

Right now is a prime example because Aegon wasn’t working on his gentleness in the slightest, and whenever you heard him growl, it rocked your gut; the familiar language that meant he was set on putting a baby in you, and truthfully, you wanted him to.

He licked and sucked your collarbone, his hands traveling lower, fondling your ass roughly in his palms and holding you closer to him as he ground his hips against you, brushing his heavy semi-erection on your inner thigh. The thin layer of fabric draping your body drove him nuts all night, his cock growing harder as he pictured your soft curves underneath.

“Aegon…” Your rasped breathing doesn’t halt him, and now he’s biting you…fuck. He subconsciously pushed your body closer and squeezed your chest hard to him, and you cried out in pain, sucking air through your teeth as your muscles tensed. “Ouch! Wait-”

He quickly released you, taking a giant step backward but holding onto your hands.

“What? What did I do?” His expression, riddled with worry, glanced up and down your figure, looking for an injury.

“It’s fine. You squished me a bit too tight, is all. I wasn’t expecting us to get this…heated.” You admitted, flicking your eyes around the room. “My breasts have been sore for most of the day. Not sure why.”

He snatched your chin between his digits, sternly making eye contact, and you swallowed hard.

“You’ve been in pain, and you allowed me to bitch and moan about a stupid dream?!” Aegon barked, putting on his fearsome “King” voice, but unfortunately, it didn’t affect you at all, holding back from rolling your eyes at him.

“It wasn’t stupid to you.” His demeanor inadvertently simmered down, petting your chin affectionately with his thumb, “Besides, I’ve managed with my affliction all day.”

“…Did you take your herbs today?” He inquired concerningly, to which you nodded in awe. “Have you been producing and leaking?”

“No spotting for about three days now, and if I dried up, why would they hurt a few days later?” Confusion spread from your face to Aegon’s, the mystery of your pain troubling him significantly since you patiently eased his minutes ago.

“Let me look at them.” His sultry, firm tone turned you on immensely and let you know his request wasn’t up for debate.

Straightening your back, you observed him untie the knotted string to your nightgown, his shadowy eyes radiating carnality when they met yours. When the string came loose, your nightgown trickled open. Aegon used his fingers and further pushed the velvety covering from your chest.

You were a vision, true beauty at its finest, and Aegon couldn’t spot a single visible flaw on you, not on your chest or the rest of your naked body. You were absolute perfection, as always. His mouth watered as he gazed over your brazenly exposed plump breasts, doing his best to keep from ravaging you again.

“They look delectable as always, my love.” You stood still as Aegon cupped one of your tits tenderly, rubbing his thumb over your perky nipple, and you flinched somewhat, his warm touch soothing the skin in a way that burned considerably, but you reveled in. “Shall I help to ease the pain?”

“How?” Your eyebrow raised, catching the devilish smirk curling on his lips, exposing his sharp canines.

“With my mouth.”

The words fell sharply from his lips with zero hesitation, baring his teeth as he smiled wickedly, flicking his eyes up to see your stunning reaction before his gaze returned to your rosy breasts.

“It’s not as if I haven’t done it before.”

Your mind recalled the memory he mentioned when your breasts had suddenly swelled with milk in the middle of the night, and the babies were sleeping. There was nothing for you to do except cry from the pain until the babies woke for a feeding, but Aegon quickly offered to suck the milk from your breasts, releasing your burdening agony.

It turned you both on significantly, but it sparked a new fetish in Aegon. You were never in such torment a second time, and he never asked, but he wished to do it all the time. Now the opportunity has arisen, and he was deliciously anxious to help.

“If I agree, will helping me make you feel better?” You questioned, and Aegon nodded in response, self-consciously aware of how fast he did.

Giggling under your breath, you pulled your husband’s hand and led him back to the bed. Aegon looked vacantly at you, crawling up to the pillows and propping yourself against them. You outstretched your arms and motioned for him to join you, your bare chest heaving, and his heart fluttered pathetically, or maybe that was just his cock visibly twitching.

He followed after you, kneeling at your side like a puppy waiting for permission, and you smiled at him.

“C’mere, my sweet boy.”

Aegon rushed to lay his head on your thighs, wide eyes staring at your breasts dripping above his face. As you cradled his head in your arm, he could not hold back and latched his mouth to one of your nipples, sucking the rosy bud feverishly.

“Oh…Aegon, be gentler.” You laid your hand on his chest, inhaling sharply as his hot tongue flicked back and forth and the flames scattered to your skull.

“Mmm…” Humming, his pretty eyes half-lidded, he untightened his lips and sucked agilely, folding his large hands onto his stomach. “Is this better?”

“Yes, very much.”

A strangled moan erupted from your throat as tingles ran through your entire body, and your eyes leered downward, lips parting in awe at the sight of Aegon’s lips capturing your breast.

He was breathtaking, mesmerizing you with how he relished suckling your hardened tit, squirming faintly from how good it felt. You petted the top of his soft hair, a throbbing sensation growing between your thighs, and adored him. Aegon truly worshiped you.

“Such a good boy you are, Aegon.” Your hand left his head and cradled his face, swallowing hard and quietly moaning as his slick lips suctioned carefully, swirling his tongue around the perky bundle of nerves. “My good boy.”

The pressure in your breast traveled to your belly, and your praising words stirred a similar ache in Aegon’s, blood rushing to his length and filling it to attention. He moaned raggedly and thrust his hips up, hoping he did not catch your eye, but you had noticed what this was doing to him.

Scurrying your hand south, your palm rubbed up and down his inner thigh, massaging his groin with the dainty pads of your fingers and smiling to yourself as you teased him. Your skin prickled as he massaged your breast expertly with his mouth, and soon, the duct opened, and a small amount of milk leaked onto Aegon’s tongue, arousal seeping from your cunt from the way he fed from you, swallowing every sweet, almond-flavored drop.

The noises you sputtered mixed with the taste of your milk; Aegon spilled his seed, blood buzzing in his ears and moaning pitifully as his toes curled. Sinewy, hot cum spurted from his pulsing cock, dribbling on his gut and your hand. He huffed and panted from the blinding pleasure, blissed by how drinking from you like a baby and your soft touch near his cock could make him explode intensely.

“Thank you, my love.” You mewled, washing in a wave of dazed relief and ecstasy, not solely from Aegon’s mouth but also your dominance over him. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”

You rolled your cum coated digits over his flaccid shaft, but Aegon didn’t mind. Rubbing his pink lips and face against your honey soft breast that glistened with saliva, he muttered, “…Yes, mummy.”

The comment paused both of you, and he closed his eyes in preparation for how you will respond. It’s not surprising to you, but it does catch you off guard; you could not deny that you cared for Aegon like a child and yearned for him like a lover. He was simply a tendered and troubled man, and he was forever yours.

“Mummy would like you to take care of the other one, please.” You murmured, sticking your index and middle fingers between his parted lips, and he welcomed the intrusion, “but first, lick my fingers clean of your mess.”

He obeyed without a second thought, groaning in delight as his tongue danced around your slender digits, and once he finished, you slipped them out, gasping as he hungrily engulfed your untreated breast in his mouth within the same breath.

It was divine. He was divine. The doors opened, and your ladies came in carrying a tray of biscuits, wine, and glasses. You urgently signaled for them to place it on the table quietly and leave the room without a sound, and they do just that, Aegon never swaying from the task at hand, clutching your nightgown in his fist with a vice.

You threw your head back, moaning euphorically, as your hand caressed his and breathed your vows, “I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days….”

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ℑ𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 | 𝓐𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

Summary: During Aegon and [Name]'s feud, something drastic takes place...

Warnings: Almost murder, violence, poison, sex, penetration, a woman's virtue being taken with consent, breast worship, talk of motherhood, dirty talk from Aegon, angst

Author's Note: Not the nastiest I could've written but good enough! Based on this request.

ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔞 𝟷𝟸𝟼...

When Aegon Targaryen the Second was born, his sister [Name] was born just moments afterwards; they were twins. They did things just as twins would. Wherever [Name] went, Aegon would follow and vice versa. The twins loved sharing their nameday, they had the biggest celebrations and would receive the most lavish of presents together. When Alicent would pick Aegon up, little [Name] demanded to be picked up as well. The two even shared the same bed. But things change.

[Name] assumed Aegon was jealous of her, afterall, their father did prefer the more feminine twin. As they grew older, Aegon noticed the small changes of his sister. Her hair grew longer, her face sharpening, her violet eyes filled with vibrancy and her figure vivacious. [Name] noticed changes in Aegon as well. He cut his hair, shorter than shoulder length and his curls almost non-existent except for the hairs on the back of his head. His face was no longer oval-shaped but square instead and all the more alluring.

Of course, things did get heated between the two when Viserys was told to choose Aegon as heir. Their aunt Rhaenyra was already his chosen heir, however if he were to give that title to someone else, Alicent wanted Aegon to be heir. [Name] could tell from the beginning that Aegon did not carry the same maturity as she, her wanting the title of heir so desperately while it was practically being handed to Aegon on a golden platter. The twin with the longer hair began to resent her brother, him being given everything without the labor for it just because he was male and she was not.

[Name] would avoid her brother now, ignore his advances of conversation and reject his every offer. Aegon was oblivious to his sister's resentment toward him, only focusing on how cold she began to act without asking her why. Then when their mother, Alicent, arranged their marriage, [Name] exploded with raging emotion. Alicent sent her to her chambers to calm herself, the Princess rambling to her handmaidens who sat with her on her chamber floor.

"He's a spoiled, dimwitted twat and I'd just about kill myself if I have to conceive a child for that idiot!" The Princess complained to her handmaiden, Lorraine, as she lay her head down in her lap. The other handmaidens rubbed at her skin, massaging her tense muscles. Peaking through the crack of her door was Aegon, clenching his fists against the iron handle before storming off to his own chamber and slamming the heavy door shut. After hearing the malicious words of his sister, Aegon vowed to make her life a living hell, whispering these exact words into her ear during the wedding.

During the day, the twins were at each other's throats, annoying the entire castle with their antics. Aegon would step on her robes whenever she decided to walk with her younger sister, Helaena, her gown ripping down the middle exposing her bare arse to him. [Name] would get him back with ten times the power by pouring milk of the poppy into his soup until he was drunk off his mind then smothering his face into the bowl. The both of them would sleep with a dagger under their pillow or in their hand, cautiously waiting for the other to sneak up on them during the night.

There was one night when [Name] successfully reached over her husband for a pillow and tried suffocating him until he grabbed the dagger from under his pillow and nicked her. Another night, Aegon brought in a rock from when he was sauntering in the courtyard and hit her over the head with it. The Princess screamed painfully before jumping from her bed and tackling Aegon to the floor, her dagger to his throat until he called a surrender.

Months passed and their teasing was yet to diminish, including the scar on the Princess' temple from Aegon's rock. Sometimes she would get migraines throughout the day, almost falling ill at one point, Aegon berated by their mother for taking his tricks too far. Things stayed this way for many more months to pass until one day when Aegon caught his sister lying limp on the floor of the council's chamber with a chalice in her hand, liquid spilling from the golden cup. He only thought she was drunk and napping when he kicked her side, expecting her to wake up and shout at him.

Aegon was relentless in his gentle kicks, noticing she had yet to open her usually glimmering eyes. The masculine twin began to worry, kneeling before her and placing a finger under her nose, noting the blood that dribbled from her nostril. His heart hammered against his chest when he realized she wasn't breathing. He picked up the chalice and took a quick whiff, Long Farewell, he noted. The poison was one that, just as said in the name, took a while to kill in a matter of days if nicked on the skin but digesting directly could only be an hour before death starts to creep up on a man.

Aegon carried his wife to the maesters, revealing the cause of her frail state and demanding them to feed her the antidote. Aegon—but most importantly [Name]—was lucky the maesters had the exact antidote incase a member of the royal family was to be poisoned. The Princess was force fed the antidote until she awoke with a deep, long inhale. When her vision repaired she turned to get a look at Aegon until her expression turned cold, her eyes avoiding his gaze as she hopped off of the pedestal.

Aegon chased after her, wrapping a thick hand around her arm and pulling her into his chest. He finally got a good look at her and could see the war going on inside of her. "Where's my 'thank you'? I saved your life, you know?" Aegon teased, smirking at her, however it fell when he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. A frown etched onto his face as his gaze flickered across hers, confusion evident in the way his eyebrows were furrowed. "What's wrong, sister?" Aegon asked softly, rubbing a thumb against her cheek.

"You almost had me killed and you want me to thank you?! You are so full of yourself!" She smacked at his chest, his expression even more confused then before. He went to open his mouth to speak when he decided against it, choosing to just stare at her. "The handmaiden that brought me the chalice said it was from you, a gift of truce..." She sniffled before continuing; "I thought our banter was only teasing, I did not realize you held such intent toward me that you would act on it." She wiped her tears that began to fall.

Aegon shook his head vigorously, explaining to her that he'd been in the training yard with their brother Aemond and had no contact with any handmaidens. When the twins informed their mother of the treason that has taken place, Alicent relayed the news to the King who had ordered his men to bring every single handmaiden and staff to the throne room. Aegon stood next to his brother with his sister-wife between him and Helaena as their father, King Viserys, interrogated the staff in the room.

Those who did not comply with the King's questions were executed on the spot, [Name] having to look away and hide in the chest of her husband who kept a protective arm around her. When one of the cooks admitted they were asked to brew a poison, they were asked by who. The cook turned to look at one of the handmaidens, one the Princess recognized immediately. She felt betrayed as the handmaiden came forward, staring at the Princess with regret.

"Lorraine, how could you do this to me? I thought we bonded, I thought a friendship was blooming?" [Name] cried to her handmaiden, the one who would listen to her all day and all night, the one who would sing to her and listen to all her stories. Lorraine sobbed loudly, the room going silent until she spoke up: "I'm so sorry, Princess. I had to, they would've taken my brother!" [Name]'s eyes widened but before she could ask who, Lorraine was executed.

Aegon and [Name] spent the rest of the day in each other's company, still bickering but getting along nonetheless. Well, sort of. Aegon threw an apple slice at his sister, her returning the motion with a full loaf of bread. The only difference was that they were actually enjoying this moment, cackling and smiling at each other. When the Princess leaned in to push away her husband, he grabbed her wrists, keeping them where they were placed on his chest. [Name] smirked and licked her lips enticingly before dragging her twin brother to the bed that lay in the middle of the room.

Aegon unlaced the ribbon attached to her robe, letting them slip from the knot easily. Aegon forcefully ripped her gown down the middle, grasping her now visible breasts in his hands. [Name] moaned as she helped Aegon out of his clothes, both of them falling back onto the bed. The Prince suckled on the bosom of his sister, groaning as she reached a hand down to his cock and squeezed it gently. Aegon roughly flipped her over onto her stomach, lifting her ass up to him before landing a smack against one of her cheeks.

The recoil of her ass enticed another groan to come from Aegon's lips, pushing her head into the sheets and arching her back more. The slick of her cunt was used as lubricant for Aegon's swollen cock, the tip of it pushing into her slowly. [Name] gasped with wide eyes, this new feeling of her cunt being breached earning a moan from her. Aegon knew his sister had never been mounted, so he tried to be gentle until she got used to him, and when she did he let his lust take control. His hips never reluctant with pounding into her cunt, grabbing a fistful of her platinum locks and wrapping them around his hand like a leash.

Everytime he would pull too hard and lift her head up involuntarily, he would push it right back down, smothering her face into the sheets as he leaned over her. His teeth nipped at her ear, licking at the space behind it before whispering the nastiest of words to her. "When these breasts are full of milk, our child will have to find an alternative 'for I shall be the only one drinking from them!" He jested, feeling her breasts as they were smushed against the mattress. "I'll fuck my sons and daughters into you and make you a mother." And with those final words, Aegon spurted into the womb of his sister, her following shortly after.

Aegon rolled onto his back, pulling his wife close then kissed her head. The Prince caressed her naked skin before jesting once more; "how do you think Mother would take news of being a grandmother?" [Name] laughed before softly punching her husband, snuggling up to him with a hum and closing her eyes. Aegon smiled down at her, rolling onto his side and resting his chin on her head as they both fell into dreamless sleep.

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