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lovelykhaleesiii · 11 months

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Baby Fever!

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,046.

SUMMARY: Baby fever strikes King’s Landing once more, although this time, its next victim is Aegon ii Targaryen, himself... And he blames/thanks you entirely.

WARNINGS: breeding kink to the max, lactation kink, DILF!Aegon, swearing, NSFW, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of p in v sex, mentions of dark!Aegon, swearing, degradation kink.

A/N - it’s coming to 3am for me, and I literally just wrote this fic about Aegon with baby fever. nothing more or nothing less, but it’s everything <3 thanks to @bibli0thecary ‘s ask, I cannot get this DILF out of my mind, so consider this a request fulfilled!!!

let me give this man all their heirs in the world, please. ps I’m sorry, I just found the gif so relative here. please Sir, teach me SEX ED.

Aegon has breeding kink written all over him: when he meets his significant other, that’s enough to set it off.

He was never that warm to the idea of having his own offspring, and yet, the possibility stirred in the pit of his stomach and top of his twitching cock when seeing you.

If anything, he approaches it more as a feral need to claim you, to have some sort of possession over you, rather than actually fulfil the obligation/responsibility of having a family, nor wanting one of his own free will.

He was actually quite reluctant to the idea of fatherhood, considering his own experience with Viserys was one he had grown to detest, turning him off from the entire concept.

That was until he stumbled across you playing around with his toddler nephew, Joffery and a few other younger, highborn children of the royal court. Often the older women, busy in gossip and wine, would leave their children from the younger women to babysit: often reasoned with the logic that it ought to prepare the maidens of the court to motherhood.

Seeing how maternal you seemed, watching you intently from a distant, the children seemed to favour you, playfully engaging with you, the innocent sight warmed Aegon’s heart

A dull throb pulsating in his hard cock.

If it was heirs his Council wanted, heirs he would provide only if you would be the one to birth them.

Soon enough, he found himself mindlessly masturbating to the thought of you swollen with his babes, your tits tender and plump with the milk, naturally made in preparation in the months coming, dripping from your sensitive nipple, practically overflowing.

Seeing the milk unnaturally leak, as you beg for him to latch and suck, desperate to relieve the heaviness and tension in your breast. He was certain he would suck you dry, before the babe is even born.

And the idea of fucking you some more, even whilst evidently pregnant, knowing that despite being full of him already, he could still pump his seed inside, plugging you up completely, as his seed spills out, you just helplessly groaning and moaning for relief.

The scene replaying in his mind, he often overcame with excitement, furious at himself for wasting is potential seed, that he could’ve wilfully secreted in you instead.

Dark!Aegon would no doubt, force himself onto you, using his political/social position in the realm as an advantage, you either agree and “allow” him to fuck you until you grow and swell great with his child, or you refuse and he confines you to his chambers himself, or more so his bed, thrusting his girthy, throbbing cock inside, stretching you out until he sees his bulge deeply buried peaking atop, pumping his load inside, until he feels completely drained and you teeming.

Although (fanon) Aegon, would lure you, growing impatient by the second however, he often becomes abrupt, wishing to hasten you into the act of consummating. Now that the betrothal is settled and finalised, you feel no need to wait, you figure he is to be your husband soon enough regardless.

“I’m going to fuck you full, filled to the brim of my seed, until I feel my son or daughter kicking from within.”

“The idea of your belly swollen and heavy, back just aching from carrying my babes all day long, begging me to carry you, like a lazy whore.”

“And fuck these tits will grow abundantly with your sweet, motherly milk. Nourishing my babes, like the good Mumma that you are. Perhaps, I ought to treat myself to your treacly taste, I do deserve it. I am the one responsible for doing this to you, you will do well to remember that, wife.”

“I need you to fuck a babe into me, Aeg. Make me a Mumma, I’ll have as many bubs as you want, just like that.”

“Perhaps enough babes to repopulate Old Valyria, restore it with our bloodline.”

“You’ll be the prettiest, most stunning Mumma I ever did see, and it’s all my undoing... Look at you all needy for my cock, desperate for me to spill my cum inside of you, such a fucking whore for me.”

He’d be so touchy and feely with your changing body: a hand constantly on your bump, feeling the babe beneath move against their father’s familiar touch.

Even his voice would earn some haste movement or kicking, always earning a heartfelt smile from him.

He’d always be embracing your body, a hand snaked around your soft, wide waist/hips, even groping your ass.

He thrives having you sit on his lap throughout your pregnancy, squirming to get comfortable, grinding against him, you can feel a dense, aching bulge beneath your ass cheeks. Initially, you advise against it “Aeg, I’m heavy now, you won’t like it.” “Try me baby, just sit.”

Aegon would be against anyone trying to touch your belly, besides the maester and his mother: “everyone else can fuck off, there is no need for them to touch you at all.”

He is greatly entertained by the sight of seeing you waddle around the castle, knowing it was his undoing, a hand instinctively cradling your belly, almost as if you’re in a protective mother mode.

The idea that you’ve outgrown your maiden gowns, because of his babe growing healthily inside, it pleases him.

At first you feel self-conscious of your pregnant / post-partum body, yet Aegon is swift to squash your doubts: “if anything Y/N, you look the sexiest pregnant, fuck it makes me feral, baby.”

Nonetheless, Aegon’s dream much like his predecessor to conquer, became a reality.

Soon enough, you’d given birth to multiple, healthy children, all close in age, for Aegon struggled to contain himself. Having to remind himself upon each birth, you required some time for recovery. As soon as the maesters deemed fit, he would be on you.

Eventually, he grew familiar to the role of fatherhood, and became more and more comfortable with each new addition.

He loved his children equally, tougher on the boys although, he has a softer spot for his little daughters, spoiling them endlessly.

In return, the children love you both dearly, thankful for you to be their mother, and Aegon their beloved father.

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the-heartlines · 5 months

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his nyra | rhaegon twins | e. 3.6k. 2/2.

☀️🌙✨—“my hāedar. let me fill the emptiness in you, sweet nyra.” he whispers into the crook of her neck, made just for his lips to plant gentle kisses, that will bloom into a constellation of marks once he's finished claiming her flesh entirely."—✨🌙☀️

(merry christmas! 🎄🎁✨ and happy one year anniversary to me finishing my first fic officially! cheers!🥂 🎉)

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jungjungmochi · 1 year

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Friendships + Having to leave - The Group Chat

Part One >

- BigT, Isaacwhy, Softwilly, Yumi, Larrrycroft, Grunk

- Reader and boys share fluff about their friendship!

- With some angst of leaving!

- Cute ideas, updates, and continuous from times you met!

- remember the reader has no based gender! Not descriptive in any way!

⤓ Headcanon’s Down Below

BigT ((Tanner))

Your friendship with tanner became very important to you as it grew closer

But having to leave Austin Texas was hard for you both

From the point on at the party, overtime you grew closer to Tanner, you two hung out a lot at the house and around Austin. Blake and you were still best friends of course and if anything he was happy you were getting along with the guys. Recalling some times you and Tanner spent together such as the time you two were awake at 4 am, going to bother Nick, or the time you two snuck all the snacks in the room to binge eat and left Isaac to assume grocery shopping never happened. Or when you two went to Lego and bought a bunch of sets to put together, it was good. Being able to come into the stream and greet everyone before talking to them a bit. The duo that everyone made edits about and loved, the friendship that you treasured most of all. The way you were able to love all the boys and include them in things you and Tanner did together.

But good things come to an end, and here you are, biting back tears from your two monthly stay. It was time to go home, you couldn’t avoid work and you had bills and responsibilities too. You let the boys go out and stayed behind to pack but the tears still prickled in the corner of your eyes. You didn’t wanna leave, you got comfortable and you’ll miss all the things you did with Tanner, but your bags were packed, closed and waiting by the door. The noise of the boys entering had echoed as you turned to them. “All packed…” you mumbled as Blake smiled. “Already? Wish you could stay longer.” He said as you nod your head. “Fair enough. Me too.” You faked a smiled. Blake nods his head as Isaac had given you a side hug. “Be safe on the road.” He nods his head. “Of course” you hugged back. “I’ll carry the bags outside.” Tanner cleared his throat.

Though you spent time telling the boys bye, you knew you were fighting having to see Tanner who hadn’t come back in after taking the bags to the car. That’s when Blake insisted you go before it was late and you did, walking to the car as Tanner leaned against it before opening his arms. “I’m gonna miss you.” You latched your arms around him as he did the same. “Me too….two months was a nice stay for us.” He hums. Something about the hug lingered. “I’m…” your voice shook, Tanner heard it, he knew. “Oh Y/n” he said as he rubbed your back. Something about having to let you go, it hurt. Of course the drive was something but you both knew you wouldn’t have much time to see them with the work you had to do when you returned.

Eventually you two pulled apart, the comforting silence between you both now that you both established the feeling of watching you go. Tanner knew you had to go but he wanted you to stay, he grew too close to you amongst the two months you stayed. Blake couldn’t help but watch you both, seeing the ache on your faces. He felt bad for Tanner and you both, he watched as you two developed your friendship just for you to head right back home. “Be safe. Alright?” He said as you hum. “And you be safe too. And do not cause too much noise.” You joked as he ruffled your hair. Eventually that smile faded as you opened the car door, you two waved bye as you got in, Tanner walking to the door. He watched, the door close, the car start. You made eye contact one last time before you backed out, he frowned, and off you went. Blake opened the door as he frowned. “They’ll be back tanner…I’m sure” he said. “Yeah…” he mumbled before walking in with his head down.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, trying not to look back at the house. You met amazing people, and you wish you could’ve lived close by to avoid that ache you two felt. The ride home was a headache, and all you could stare at was the photo of Tanner and you, both drunk off your asses but that smile was bright, that bond was there. And you hoped you’d make many more memories.

Isaacwhy ((Isaac))

Both of you bonded and became close outside of your job

Sadly Isaac had to leave and it was not easy

Both you and Isaac had gotten closer to the point he’d pick you up from your job sometimes and take you out to hang out with him. Often you’d do shopping trips which involved with him taking things off higher shelves for you and the two of you playfully bickering in the car on the way to his place or yours. The bond between you two grew stronger, the boys didn’t know that though, they simply had no clue that Isaac was getting closer to someone. But Isaac had to leave today, travel with the boys to twitch con, this left you clueless for a while until he walked into your job. He spotted you serving a table.

The lump in his throat was stopping him, he didn’t know why, he didn’t have a hard time actually leaving. But he knew he couldn’t ghost you without the explanation since you had high hopes to go out this weekend and hang out again, this time taking Isaac to skate. But he didn’t want you to put the plans on hold, he did want to enjoy you and both twitch con but he knew deep down, in his heart, he couldn’t take you along with him. “Oh, Isaac.” You smiled at him as you walked over. “I was just about to take a break, and call you to ask about skating!” Your tone was holding the enthusiasm something that Isaac didn’t want to hurt. “Actually. Let’s go talk…” he cleared his throat. “Okay?”

This made both you and Isaac go outside and sit in his car, the silence taking over you two. Though you wanted to ask, he seemed focus, perhaps he was finding the right words to speak to his best friend, who he made plans with and would now have to let down, even though he agreed to it. He mentally cursed himself, how could he just agree to it and now let you down?. He didn’t like himself at the moment for the possible disappointment he would weigh on your shoulders. “I’m flying out to twitch con and it’s usually three days.” He said as you hummed. “Three days? Really? Isaac that’s not an issue.” You chuckled lightly. He seemed confused, why weren’t you upset? He completely agreed to your idea for the weekend, which caused you to reject friends for the weekend just to make time together.

“You aren’t?” He asked. “Sure. Skating would’ve been fun and all that…” you smiled softly. “I took time off…I’ll spend it doing something else. You go have fun at twitch con. We’re friends Isaac. Nothing more. I’m not gonna throw a fit.”. Though your tone sounded assuring and encouraging, deep down you were frowning. Everything was not going to plan for either of you but it was fine, Isaac really wanted to go and you couldn’t deprive him. “I should get back to my shift. You be safe out there Isaac.” You said. That’s all he heard before he listened to the door close, perhaps a little more harsh than earlier. Yeah. Confirmation he was right, you really weren’t okay with the way he dropped on you suddenly.

That time on the flight sucked, he sat in silence and he couldn’t even text you or talk to you. He knew you were upset and space was best, three days wasn’t bad. You didn’t care it was three days, but he knew you cared he dropped you and ditched. The amount of hatred he felt for having to make you upset, he wished he had never agreed to your plans to avoid the ache you truly felt.

Softwilly ((Nick))

Streaming and hanging out as much with him brought you two closer

Sadly, you wouldn’t be back due to the hate, and possible leaked information. This causes nick, to speak his opinion.

Overtime, both you and Nick got closer, your videos together were doing good as well as both your channels, accounts, and the streams too. But even away from the camera, you two did everything, almost everything together. Showing off your happy and beautiful friendship with one another, going into public and having no shame. Both of you did truly love and care for one another and you did enjoy nick on and off camera, he was a joy for you to be around. And maybe that’s why you couldn’t expose the truth of your own situation. With love, comes hate, it’s true, and you asked everyone online to not attack you and Nick for your friendship, to not leave rude comments towards you both. And if they had an issue, it was okay to block. But it got worse, the idea of you possibly getting outed on your information to the world. Twitter was always a cruel place, you knew that and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Nick, you guys didn’t live far from one another. And you refused to let Nick get caught up into the situation.

Now here you stood, bags packed into the car, door to your house locked. Slamming the trunk close as you looked at the notifications online, you became a joke to the internet, a cruel joke. It hurt, something you wanted to close out, you didn’t care before but with the threats reaching Nick. It became too much for you. They mentioned your weight, your face, making fun of you. It hurt a lot. A lot. And now you had no choice but to wonder why the vehicle parked outside your house was nick. “Y/n.” He said as he closed the door “why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out through my friends.” He said. Here it comes, the reveal. The way he caught on, he knew, now you were running, did this make you truly weak?. “Nick. It’s just safe for us both right now. You know people online are cruel and if anyone finds us, I’m scared they’ll harm you because of me.” You frowned. “Yeah! And I’m worried about you!” Nick said. You could hear the frustration in his tone, he truly wasn’t okay.

“We’re best friends. Y/n. I can’t sit here and watch the internet threaten you. My real fans, who love me. Will love you! They love our friendship! But at the end of the day. I love our friendship and it means more to me than some click on the subscribe button, more to me than money.” He frowned slightly. He didn’t want you to go, Nick felt like deep down all this could’ve worked out, could’ve been better. “Don’t throw your career away for it.” You said. “I’m not. But I’m not letting you just run away forever or for months, a year. I can’t watch you go without knowing that those people are mean but what they say about us isn’t true. You’re my friend…I’ve always treated you like a person.” He hugged you as you hugged back, soaking in the touch of your best friend before you would have to part ways. As much as you didn’t wanna go, you knew it was probably safe.

The time spent between you two went on for a while. But now you had to say Bye, and deep down you wanted cry and stay by his side. Your best friend meant more to you than anyone, now you’d have to let him go. “I’ll see you…some time alright?” You frowned. “Of course. Bye…Y/n.” He shakes his head. You couldn’t help but notice nick watching you, he watched as you took off from the house, glancing at your car. This wasn’t what he wanted and he’d voice it.

So that night, Nick sat in his room, speaking to his audience. “Y/n and I are friends…that’s what I’m gonna start off saying. And next I’ll say to please love and treasure them. I do. My friend left, I can’t say where but they left. For safety reasons. Now I will say. You don’t…need to overstep the boundaries. I make my friends, and you all have to accept that, with no control of my choices…”. The video went on for hours, but he needed his point to be made while he was missing you.

Yumi ((Blake))

You guys were attached, close to one another and happy with your friendship

Sadly you had to go away and his joking was trying to lift your spirits, it was harder to say goodbye than you both thought

After staying with the guys a bit, you realized how nice it was to have one another, the friendship between you two was by far one of the best things to ever happen. With the jokes and laughs, being able to listen in on the prank calls and the way he changed the tone of his voice. The way you two could be comfortable enough, even relaxing on some days, sitting in to watch movies or tv. You were happy about it, to be able to spend time with him and the two of you getting along with no issues. Eventually you had a talk with your mom, who said you’d have to fly out back home because she needed you there for a few months. Ouch. Thats what you felt deep down, you already agreed to spend more time with Blake and now you’d have to deliver the news that you’d be gone for months. Five months max at that.

When you told Blake, he laughed and joked about it. Of course you would smile here and there at his jokes and even on the way to the airport, he couldn’t help but laugh in the driver seat. You two discussed a lot but deep down Blake was really biting back the urge to beg you to stay. He didn’t wanna spend five months without you, knowing he won’t hear from you much, it hurt deep down. But he wanted to get rid of your sadness and he did his attempt to crack a smile with a simple joke. Something you did break to and he knew deep down that smile would be missed for the months you’d be apart with possibly no contact.

Now here you two stood, at the airport, your arms latched around him tightly as you took in his touch, his scent, the feeling of knowing him. You were gonna miss the countless times you stayed up, doing stupid things together and the way you both would laugh at his prank calls or the way he would laugh at yours when it failed. “You let me know when you land okay?” He spoke as you nod your head. “I’ll let you know…” you said. Something about wanting to Cling to him forever had stuck with you. “God I’m gonna miss you.” You said, pulling back from the hug. Your eyes glanced up at him. “I know you probably feel this is stupid to say, but I just wish we could’ve spent more time together. And invited nick like usual.” You mumbled. Blake couldn’t help but frown, now it was settling in, the goodbye’s for a bit. It was now all hitting him and he wish he could’ve done something about it.

“It’s not stupid. I think missing each other is normal. Everyone misses someone.” He assured. You hum in response as you glance around. “See you when my five months is up?” You raised a brow. He gave a soft smile as he nods his head. “Promise.”. It was a bit rough to watch you walk away with your luggage, but he had no choice. He did miss you, already. And he hoped you’d come back sooner more than later.

Larrrycroft ((Larry))

The two of you had gotten closer while being neighbors

Sadly Larry was leaving for a while, you could only imagine though how hard this would be for you

Being neighbors wasn’t bad, if anything you would go over to hang out or Larry and the others would come over to your place. You often invited them to dinner if you guys cooked large meals, to come over and swim in the large pool, to come play games or go out places and you all agreed to ride in separate cars. It was the best time for Larry to have time with you, being able to be yourselves with no issues, the two of you enjoyed that. The countless photos and videos you two took of one another doing things together or something stupid in the store. Even the guys noticed Larry loved his friendship but now Larry would be leaving, and you knew that. He didn’t have to tell you he was going, or find a way to word it, Isaac said it. Made it clear they’d be traveling and they might not be home after awhile. The issue wasn’t them leaving but the issue being your attachment to Larry. Finding comfort in him or the way you two had plans and now you’d have to go those reserved places alone.

“You’re all packed!” You smiled softly as you zipped up his bags. “Thanks for the help.” Larry nods his head. He invited you over to come help him pack his bags. “So, you guys are moving on to bigger things huh?” The tone of your voice asking that was soft but the small shake in it insisted while you were proud, you were sad. “I mean I’m happy for you Larry! Seriously! I just wasn’t expecting you to leave so soon.” You hummed softly. Larry nods his head, he was happy about leaving, but Larry wasn’t a mean person all the way around and even if he didn’t show it, he worried and cared for your feelings. You guys were friends after all. “I’ll be back in no time. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Larry assured or at least tried to assure your spiraling nerves. “Can I take you to the airport?” You asked. Larry sighed as he nods his head. “Sure.”

The trip there was comforting silence but also the heavy presence of your emotions, you felt bad, not wanting Larry to feel the heavy presence or feel he was pressured to choose. You’d want him to choose his dreams over your friendship any day. When you arrived to the airport, you couldn’t help but feel like crying but you bit back that emotion to speak to him. “You be safe alright.” You reached over, hugging Larry as he returned the hug. “I’m gonna miss you.” He said. “I’m gonna miss you too Larry.” You frowned.

Watching Larry get out the car, take his bags and head inside with one last wave to you. It hurt. Seeing him go in, doors closing behind him. You weren’t expecting the ache to settle in, to feel this intense. This was going to be harder than you thought.

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romanceddawn · 4 months

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its a little funny seeing people be like "oh but what if i write a duel in my fanfiction wrong or dont follow the rules of the game and someone notices?" because duel monsters in the manga might as well be a different game from yugioh tgc, like they do not follow the same rules and those rules are changing constantly as you read

at the part im currently reading, seto is just straight up killing off cards in yami's hand just because he designed a disk that says its okay to do that. just making house rules and saying that yami HAS to do it this way because he agreed to play with him, so just do whatever sounds cool and fun to you and if someone has a problem with it in the comments than tell them to take it up with the duel system in the manga

#and this isnt even getting into the sub types of yugioh tgc #like rush duels and shit that have different rules #or the fact that the characters frequently ignore and add things to their monsters #like yami being able to summon dark magician without tributing anything #do whatever you want forever #follow shounen rules in your fanfic: if its fucking awesome and fun than it fits #yugioh #devo speaks #yugioh dm

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writingduhh · 8 months

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History Does Not Remember Almost ☼ Aegon II Targaryen (Pt. 2)

Chapter 2: A Vile Accusation

"Bring the Dragonkeeper assigned to heal Sunfyre to me."

Aegon demanded after his return. He was meant to wait at the Red Keep, did not want anyone to find out that the king secretly went out somewhere without protections, even if it is only to the Dragonpit. It is not like Aegon still have a care for his safety. But he still care for whatever freedom he has left and he can not keep that if anyone knew about his escapade.

However, the Elder Dragonkeeper's answer made him change his mind.

"May I ask what for, Your Grace? He has been tending to Sunfyre for almost an entire day and it is only fair for him to rest."

The moment that Aegon hears that, he bit his tongue and pulled himself from attacking the old man. Either he is an ignorant imbecile or he is lying and working with the Dornish girl to do whatever she was doing to Sunfyre.

What are they hiding?

Aegon grips the Iron Throne tightly. If they wanted him to play this little game, so be it. But they must know that he would not let anyone hurt Sunfyre.

"Alright. Then I shall be the one who comes to Dragonpit. Make sure that heis there by night time."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he should inform someone, most likely his small council, on this threat. But they already think of him as a drunken fool and Aegon had no interest in proving more by declaring an assassin when his dragon is doing fine, even healing rapidly.

So there he is, alone, hours before the intended time, and wearing a small folk disguise. The sun has just set and Aegon walked through the street of Flea Bottom to the gate of Dragonpit. He stepped towards the same path that he went yesterday, to Sunfyre's chamber, trying to make as little sound as he can.

"I have told you that you can not show your face here any longer!"

Aegon stopped at his track.

"But Master—"

The Dornish girl voice.

"One job. One fucking job that you need to do is to not be seen! But you did and now I have to fucking deal with the Elders and the Crown!"

The sound of slap echoing from the hallway, followed by a whimper. It was suffered by the girl, he's sure. Aegon glued himself even more to the wall, trying to hear better.

"I wouldn't have mark your pretty face if you follow what we agreed to."

There is more whispers but Aegon can not make sense of it. What he can hear clearly is footsteps, coming along his way. He turns back and go back to where he came from. After he passed by the gate, Aegon lean his back to the wall next to it, waiting.

Sure enough, a small cloaked figure passed by without noticing him.

Aegon made his presence known, "Rough day at work, I presume?"

The girl's breath hitched and without giving him a glance, she ran. Again, two days in a row.

"Shit," Aegon cursed under his breath and started chasing after her.

The night wind blows right at his face making Aegon held his cloak firmly, trying his best to hide his Targaryen hair. He never accustomed to the streets of Flea Bottom. Most of his time are spent in Street of Silk and fortunately it never bore Aegon enough to make him wander elsewhere. But now it proves to be a disadvantage as the girl moves so freely in the crowded streets, turning to every small alley to lose Aegon.

He hasten his run as his hand stretched forward and finally he caught the back of the girl's hood. She chokes as Aegon pull her back and slam her on the wall.

"Stop it!" Aegon shout as he restrain the girl by the shoulder.

The girl suddenly surprised him by holding a knife right at his neck.

"Let me go!" she yell as she gasped for air.

"I do not think so."

She glances down, following Aegon's gaze, and she found that he himself is also pointing a dagger at her stomach. None of them move for a moment, too wary to make the first attack.

Aegon began, "Who are you?"

"Who areyou?"

His nostrils flared, no longer interested in playing this foolish game. He looked right at the girl. Her hood already fell down, showing her braided long black hair. However, her face still covered in a mask, the same that he saw the day before. His hand, that is not currently holding a dagger, suddenly went in and pull down her mask. It reveals a face of an angry girl with red stain on one of her cheek. Must have been from the slap that he heard before.

He chuckle, "So this is the face of the assassin."

She rage at that and in the next moment, she too pulled back his hood to reveal his identity.

Her breath caught, "Y-You are..."

Meanwhile, Aegon already drag her to hide behind some wide bedding sheets that is being dried, away from people's attention.

His dagger almost touch her neck, "Who sends you?! What are you doing to Sunfyre?!"

The girl was entirely unfocused on his questions. She still hold her knife but does not make any attempt to move it towards him. Aegon took an advantage of it and gripped her wrist, withholding her to strike him. Her stare still stuck at his white hair, too shocked to speak.

She trembles, "You're... a Targaryen."

His brows furrowed, "Do not act fool with me!"

"I-I'm—"

Aegon growing impatient, "Do you even know who I am?!"

"M'Lord... M-My Prince..." she murmur, stumbling over her own words.

The young king clicked his tongue, annoyed. How long does this girl intend to keep this act?

"Exactly. And your superior is asking you questions you keep on avoiding," he replies, no intention to correct the way she was addressing him.

She gulps, "Nobody sends me, My Prince."

"Did you not know that you could be beheaded for lying to members of the Royal family?" Aegon warns her with his dagger kept getting dangerously close to her neck.

"I—"

"And do not even think of protecting your traitorous friends at the Dragonpit. After I am done with you, I am coming after every single one of them," he threatened.

Her confused expression is clouding her fears.

"Traitorous? What could we possibly have done to be a traitor to you?"

Aegon screams out, "You still have the nerve to ask?! Being incompetent! Letting a whore like you endanger a king's dragon!"

"Endanger Sunfyre?!" she shouted back, "I was saving his life!"

"Keep your lies to yourself but I know the truth! You have no right to be there! You are no Dragonkeeper!"

"It does not mean I have any less capability to treat dragons," she gritted her teeth. His words must have struck a nerve within her.

"You—"

"What proof do you have of this so-called 'endangering'? Forgive me but I do not recall there is a funeral for Sunfyre," she bites back.

Aegon laugh half-heartedly, "And we have to thank you for that?"

"No need, My Prince. All you need to do is leave me alone!" she said as she pushed his shoulders harshly.

Aegon immediately steady himself back on his feet. He watched as the Dornish girl pushed away the bedding sheet that has been hiding them and walked away. Before she went too far, he grabbed her upper arm.

"Answer this one thing truthfully at least."

"With the assumption that all I have said before were lies," she replies with the same anger.

He ignores her and talked slowly, "Did Rhaenyra the one that send you?"

The girl looked at his purple eyes. Something clicked in her brain and she finally understands.

She laughed drily, "So this is what all this fuss is about. You are worried that the Realm's Delight is sending me to kill King Aegon's dragon."

Aegon's lips twitch at hearing that. Not because of his fear was put so plainly, but because of hearing his own name said by this poor clueless girl.

"I am flattered but do not fret, My Prince. There will be another Doom of Valyria before she would even be bothered to know about the existence of a lowborn such as myself."

The girl pulled her arm from Aegon's hold and walked away, leaving Aegon with more questions than what he came with.

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Find the story in AO3 and Wattpad!

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g100mi · 1 month

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I NEED THE GROUP MOOTS

(I’ll be making some fics SOON)

#fanfic #issacwhy #bigt #tgc #yumi #the group chat

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yumiis · 4 months

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welcome to my blog !!

hey there, i'm ashe, and ill be writing for TGC boys, hazbin hotel, and SOME MCYTs! below, you'll find a list of people i'll write for.

my general rules are as follows:

1. all my works will be x reader! that's what i'm most comfortable writing. i write for mostly ALL topics! very tame nsfw is allowed, and because of that, this is a 16+ blog.

2. my specialty is hurt/comfort, if you'd like to know that. i write for any gender reader, female, male, nonbinary, and all in between!

3. please don't send hate, as it's really just really unnecessary. it'll ruin my day, and you won't gain anything from hurting someone you literally don't know.

TGC:

nick

isaac

tanner

blake

larry (no nsfw)

MCYT:

jschlatt

slimecicle/charlie (no nsfw)

ted nivison

quackity (NO NSFW)

HAZBIN HOTEL:

alastor

lucifer

angel dust

husk

vox

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lovelykhaleesiii · 8 months

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Lactation kink aegon? You can add this into any other plot but I just need more of this 😚

aegon x lactation kink has me crying, (s)creaming, throwing up!!!!

Wet Dreams

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x WetNurse!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,661.

WARNINGS: wet nurse references, breastfeeding, mentions of an affair, lactation kink, Daddy kink, degradation kink, female receiving (fingering), breast play, swearing.

A/N - I kind of went feral, this was meant to be a very small blurb... whoops!

Since the royal twin heirs, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, had been born lively to King Aegon, the Second of his Name and his sister-wife, Queen Helaena, the realm had rejoiced in joy and excitement. Gratefully appointed by the Dowager Queen herself, to be a fellow wet nurse for the twins, following the ancestral footsteps of your mother, who nursed Laena and Laenor Velaryon, and your grandmother before who nursed the many royal offspring of the Old King and his Good Queen wife, before being relieved of their duties.

You were quite younger than your predecessors when being anointed as a fellow wet nurse, however, Queen Alicent saw it fit that the younger the woman in the peak of her youthful maidenhood, would in return have the better production of the milk. Trusting that it was naturally in your genes to produce. Not to mention, you would be relative for quite some time to the royal couple, starting off in your young adulthood.

Nonetheless, as the twins grew familiar around your tits, latching on more comfortably, their repetitive suckling motions began to show results. Your tits had swollen abundantly with milk in vast supply, often at times leaking, if they were not in use. You were relieved from the burden, as was the Dowager Queen and her beloved daughter, satisfied with your loyal services... And yet it seemed that you had caught the lurking eyes of the King himself.

From time to time, when Helaena had delivered or called upon for your presence to nurse her newborns, Aegon remained solemnly distant in the background, yet ever so present. Never uttering a word, nor showing an ounce of acknowledgement for the intimate yet crucial service you provided to his children, and yet, his violet eyes would loosely ponder over you. Whenever you meekly entered their chambers, your eyes would inevitably meet in mutual focus, before forcing to resume your undivided attention unto the newborn babes. At one point, he was so drawn to your readiness to provide for his children, mindlessly caught in his own, unfathomable thoughts, that it took his sister-wife to hastily tug on his arm, harshly pulling him away to be drawn back to reality.

Having grown accustomed to his children's feeding times, he knew that you would reliably arrive on time in the early morrow, to feed the babes, whilst their mother and the rest of the royal family would attend their own breakfast feasts.

And he remarkably knew this would be the perfect time to strike...

Just as you faintly swayed and nestled little Jaehaera back into her crib residing with her asleep elder, the sudden knock on the door startled you vividly. As you hastily turned towards the direction of the abrupt sound, so anxious that the children did not stir awake, as your focus reluctantly panned from them still deep in slumber, did you meet the familiar, unnerving gaze of Aegon.

"M-My King, th-the babes have just been fed and put to bed. Queen Helaena is not here, I-I can fetch her for you, i-if you wish-"

Aegon remained dead silent, only taking a few slow paces towards your rigid state in front of the cribs, only inches apart before having the decency to respond.

"I have no need for my sister. Nor do I intend to wake the babes... I am here for one other matter, that is," He lowly uttered, his voice deep yet clear and stern, those formidable violet eyes tainted over you, lingering from head to toe and back.

"Mayhaps, I-I can help you, your Grace," You anxiously stutter: yet a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach began to churn, the feeling gradually extending between your inner thighs, that began to intensely throb, each passing minute the King blessed you with his attention.

"In fact you can... Get on the bed."

His serious tone was cold, you obeyed the command as you obeyed all your previous doings, and yet, this was one that should not have been taken lightly. Glancing at the sleeping babes one last time before the frame of the crib hid their tiny bodies, some comfort was provided knowing they remained peacefully unstirred in a deep slumber. The voice of their father not stirring them awake, even though Aegon spoke an octave above a whisper.

Following you closely behind, you could almost sense him inhaling your natural scent, sensing the fear oozing from your every fibre.

"Lay down," He further instructed, as you continued without hesitation in abiding by your Grace's honour. How could you defy the King? The consequences would have been detrimental, even so, fatal, to your very unimpressive existence...

Making yourself somewhat comfortable, despite the tension in your body from the uneasiness of the situation, Aegon knelt above you, each thigh in level just below your waistline as his knees sturdily supported him, his large hands began to snake their way up towards your body. Heavily breathing, the tight fabric felt suffocating, as you felt the foreign touch of his hands gliding over your body frame, gently tracing over the curves of your waistline, up until it reached your ample bosom.

"Hmm-" As the grazing touch of his soft lips glazed over the skin of your cleavage, you swore you could feel the ripples of his deep growl vibrating over you.

"So these are the fruitful gifts the Gods have blessed you with, that feed my very babes. Fuck, how I have been envious of my own seed-" Aegon lustfully whispered, with each breath taken and word spoken, his eager mouth latched to your skin, suckling leaving a moist trail of his trace over you.

"How they cry for your tits day and night. How they suck on these, taking in your taste with every mouthful. Favouring each swallow... Now it's my turn."

The foreign feeling of Aegon's thick, probing cock pressing down against you, just directly above the clothed entrance of your cunt, sent an exhilarating thrill through the entirety of your body, stemming from between your thighs. You had never truly been with a man before, let alone, your first being with the King himself. Nonetheless, you naturally dismissed all self-control, moaning and whimpering for Aegon's touch and more, your eager sounds brewing, louder in volume.

"Shush, shush, my pretty whore. My babes are fast asleep, perhaps milk drunk from you. We must keep quiet, nonetheless."

Instinctively, despite your mind pathetically trying to fight against the urge, you felt yourself keen for more. Hips lifting forwards, burying his stiff, pulsating cock further down into you. Immediately noticing your advances, you felt Aegon's hand reaching beneath, hastily pulling your gown length up, as his rough fingers sneaked tugging beneath your undergarments, teasing your silky folds.

"It seems someone is needy for their King... Have you been desperate for me, my pretty whore? Want Daddy to spoil you too, huh?"

"Y-Yes-" Breathless and yet inclined, your mind a haze, you shut your eyes closer, as Aegon's fingers delve deeper between your velvet folds, his fingers moving in slow, sensual motions stretching you out.

"My pretty whore, gonna be such a good girl for Daddy, yes? Gonna take good care of me, just like you care for my babes, hmm."

"Y-Yes Daddy."

His low, growling chuckle reverberating from his throat, was soon interrupted, as those violet eyes once more fixated firmly on your bosom, tutting at the sheer sight before him.

"Look at you, so fucking full of that sweet, sweet milk, you are practically leaking through your clothes, angel. Have my babes not drunk their full? Not taking advantage as their father would. Mayhaps, your needy body is producing ample supply for my take now."

His hand that had been eagerly venturing between your innocent walls, sprung free, as he began to unloosen the strings of your gown at front, ripping apart the fabric to expose your sensitive, swollen tits.

The appetising sight, nipples red and raw from feeding his babes, oozing with a white, milky substance that drizzles across your stretched skin. His thumb grazing and flicking over it was enough to make you moan in an agonising excitement, back arching hopelessly sulking for more.

"Look at the fucking mess you have made, and in front of your King. Have you no shame, whore? Need Daddy to make you feel better, want me to ease the pain, hmm? All you need to do is ask with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Uhh- Y-Yes, Daddy. P-Please, I'm s-so fucking full."

A growling groan echoed through his throat, before his mouth keenly opened, latching over one tit, as his hand massaged the flesh of your breast. Alongside his suckling movements with the kneading motions, the milk poured lusciously into his mouth, harsher and hastier than the babes, his mouthful took more, as his breathing hastened, his broad chest heaving deeper.

"Mhmm, hmm-" Once more that same hand found its way impressively down to your wet cunt, shoving his thick digits deeply inside, as he began to pump his hand backwards and forwards, almost in rhythm with each sucking motion. His tongue swirled over your nipple, causing you to convulse and jerk beneath him from the tenderness.

"Fuck, you taste divine... My babes are truly spoiled and will grow healthily with your milk. Now I know why they cry for these ardently-"

"It-It is my duty, your Grace. B-But it is my honour, to f-feed my King w-whenever your Grace n-needs me."

"That's right, whore... At my beckon call now. Perhaps I may fuck some bastards into my pretty whore's cunt, keep her filled so these tits keep swelling with milk, leaking for Daddy to relieve."

The milk dribbling off his soft lips was enough to send you into an oblivion, as his tongue hungrily lapped the substance lingering over, before it could trickle down.

"Y-Yes, Daddy. W-Whatever you see fit."

"Good girl, my good whore... So obedient for Daddy, we are going to have fun, indeed..."

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thought--bubble · 3 months

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For my next fic I am venturing outside the Ewanverse. Not going very far 🤣🤣

But within the next day or two, I will post my first ever Aegon X Reader! 🥰🥰

Same as it was- Aegon X (Prostitute reader)

#jess writing updates #im obsessed with tgc too so this was just a matter of time #oh wow #look at me im growing #hotd fanfic

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zaldritzosrose · 2 months

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Spicychat.ai bots all have specified storylines - obviously, with just the basics to let the user run wild!

I'd also recommend checking out @legitalicat , @iamyourdailydoseofbi, and @foxyanon for their AMAZING bots as well!

Spicychat.ai Masterlist

House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones

Aemond Targaryen

Warlock AU

Prince Regent AU

Bodyguard AU

Vampire Hunter AU

Dark/Vampire AU

Dance of the Dragons/HOTD AU

Poly AU

Aegon Targaryen

Modern AU

Dance of the Dragons/HOTD AU

Green as Rot (Poly Fanfic) AU

Forbidden Love AU

Cursed Prince AU

Poly AU

Daemon Targaryen

Dance of the Dragons/HOTD AU

Mafia AU

Otto Hightower

Dance of the Dragons/HOTD AU

Criston Cole

Dance of the Dragons/HOTD AU

Alicent Hightower

HOTD AU

Helaena Targaryen

HOTD AU

Cregan Stark

Dance of the Dragons AU

Maegor Targaryen

Fire and Blood AU

Robb Stark

Game of Thrones AU

Tormund Giantsbane

Game of Thrones AU

The Last Kingdom

Osferth

The Last Kingdom AU

Witch AU

Sihtric

The Last Kingdom AU

Witch AU

Vampire!Sihtric

Finan

The Last Kingdom AU

Sigtryggr

The Last Kingdom AU

Saltburn

Oliver Quick

Saltburn AU

Michael Gavey

Saltburn AU

Felix Catton

Saltburn AU

Other Ewanverse Characters

Tom Bennett

World on Fire AU

Will

Salad Days AU

Ettore

High Life AU

Other TGC Characters

Sean

Doing Money AU

Gaius Octavius

Domina AU

Other Characters

Morpheus

The Sandman AU

Masema Dagar

Wheel of Time AU

#spicychat.ai #masterlist #house of the dragon #the last kingdom #ewanverse #tgcverse #saltburn #the sandman #game of thrones #fire and blood #wheel of time

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weaselandfriends · 7 months

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So you are going to make a fanfic about Pokemon, huh.

Are you a pokemon fan? Or you known about the franchise enough? or is a case of you, waking up one day and thinking:" I'm going to make a Pokemon Fan-Fic!" And started to consume media from it in order to make a story?

I was a child in 1998.

During that initial invasion of Pokemon into the West, when Pokemon was far more than simply the "most profitable media property in the world" that it is today, when it was a tidal wave phenomenon that swept away an entire continent, I was something of a Pokemaniac. I had Blue Version, Red Version, Yellow Version, Pokemon Pinball, Pokemon Stadium, Pokemon Puzzle League, Hey You Pikachu. I had (and still have) every single card from the first three TGC sets, included the oh-so-vaunted holographic Charizard card. I had Pokemon figurines, I had toy Poke Balls, I had Pokemon stickers, I had Pokemon stamps, I had Pokemon clothes, I had Pokemon strategy guides, I had Pokemon choose your own adventure novels. I had the then-complete runs of both Pokemon Adventures and Electric Tale of Pikachu (I vastly preferred the latter). I would wake up early every day to watch the Pokemon anime on TV. I went to Pokemon The First Movie opening day and remember walking into a theater packed to the brim only to hear a man scream—to my delight and assuredly my mother's horror—"SEATS IN THE FRONT ROW!"

Of course, it's been 25 years since 1998. I've played most of the mainline games since then (GSC, RSE, DPP, SuMo, and recently SV). I've seen a few of the endless array of movies. For some reason I watched the entire SuMo anime. So yeah, I still like Pokemon.

Is it my favorite thing ever? No. The unfortunate reality is the games are pretty formulaic and often have questionable design choices. It's not like Mario or Zelda, other nostalgic Nintendo series, where the devs put their heart and soul into each new mainline installment.

But the fundamentally fascinating elements of its world continue to interest me. I've always seen the Pokemon world as a near-future nigh-utopia, clean and neat and orderly, with large swaths of the population free to pursue their hobbies rather than slave away at some useless job. I've always wanted to delve into such a world narratively, as opposed to the endless dystopias that seem to clog contemporary fiction.

Chicago was written as a kind of critical response to To the Stars, which is a utopian story that glosses over the steps taken to reach utopia. I wanted to peer more deeply at how a world akin to that in To the Stars might actually be created, the kind of political turmoil and upheaval required to eventually integrate the panacea to mankind's ill—magic—into functional society. A Pokemon story would instead be about the utopia itself. What does it mean for society that children are not simply allowed but encouraged to leave home at 10 to pursue a vague, unstructured path to become what is basically a competitive sports athlete? What has had to happen to society for such a thing to be not simply okay, but preferred? And what does it mean for that society's future development, especially considering a world where rapid evolution of generally symbiotic non-human creatures is possible? And why, in this peaceful and low-scarcity world, are there so many insane doomsday death cults essentially seeking to usher in the apocalypse?

There are two works of literature that particularly influenced the direction of my idea for a Pokemon fanfic. The first is Eyeless in Gaza (unfortunately topical title) by Aldous Huxley of Brave New World fame. Gaza is a mostly autobiographical story touching on a variety of topics, and one chapter near its end involves the main character traveling to Central America, where he meets a strange, idealistic man named Dr. Miller. Dr. Miller espouses many ideas about anthropology, especially ones critical of or antithetical to British imperialist pseudo-scientific anthropology: "An anthropologist is a person who studies men," he says, "but you prefer to deal with bugs. I'd call you an entomologist [...] the only remedy is for the bug-hunter to throw his bayonets away and treat the bugs as though they were human beings." But the most interesting thing he talks about, the thing that has stuck with me more than anything else in the otherwise mediocre novel, is soccer.

"But [football is] the greatest English contribution to civilization," said the doctor. "Much more important than parliamentary government, or steam engines, or Newton's Principia. More important even than English poetry. Poetry can never be a substitute for war and murder. Whereas games can be. A complete and genuine substitute."

Dr. Miller envisions a world where competitive sports replace the destructive and combative elements of humanity; he teaches soccer to small Mexican tribes as a way to settle their differences instead of war. What does a utopian society look like that has replaced conflict with competitive sport at a grand, worldwide scale? In our world, the Olympics are often spoken of in similar terms, but Pokemon appears to have actually accomplished this lofty goal, to the point that becoming a trainer at 10 is more important than standard education. By setting my fanfic at a prestigious, global tournament, I become perfectly posed to explore this question...

The other point of inspiration comes from Underground, Haruki Murakami's nonfiction account of the 1995 Tokyo sarin gas attacks committed by the cult Aum Shinrikyo. The book contains numerous interviews with both survivors of the attacks themselves and former members of the cult, and ends with Murakami's essay on how the Japanese social psyche allowed this event to occur. Describing the cult members he interviewed, he says:

To all of them I posed the same question, that is, whether they regretted having joined Aum. Almost everyone answered: "No, I have no regrets. I don't think those years were wasted." Why is that? The answer is simple—because in Aum they found a purity of purpose they could not find in ordinary society.

This idea of "purity of purpose unfound in ordinary society," what does that mean in a society like Pokemon's? In a utopian society, where nearly all needs are met? Where sports replaces conflict?

Anyway, I've started to veer off topic, so I'll cut it short there. I'm incredibly excited for this project, so I hope all of you decide to give it a read when I finish!

#writing #bavitz #pokemon #eyeless in gaza #underground

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yeahhboyandd0llfacee · 8 months

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when are you gonna kill yourself?

Sorry for making fun of tgc fanfic writers 😔😔 fuckin freaks

#the group chat #the groupchat x reader #softwilly #isaacwhy #yumi #grunk #big t #larry croft

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bucknastysbabe · 9 months

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Ew I saw another person not happy w chubby aeg headcanons…yes TGC is slim…but this is fanfic and We want aeg chubby bc we Can

Also F&B and it’s original artwork have him heavyset, obviously some Targ genes going on there. He resembled Viserys who was “plump.”

Not that he wasn’t handsome by any means.

“Lazy and somewhat sulky boy, inclined to gluttony at the table and given to swilling ale and strongwine.”

“Not of a warriors build”

ALLL THE MF DOES IS LAY AROUND EAT AND DRINK WINE N PROB DOES NO WORK WHEN FUCKING AT THE WHOREHOUSE THATS GONNA PUT IT ON YOU AND GENETICS DONT PLAY AROUND

Anyways thanks for coming to my chubby aeg Ted talk

✨Begone, let us chub love✨

This is why we’re unionizing🤣

#chubby!aegon ii #cal rants

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avonsky · 1 year

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History Does Not Remember Almost ☼ Aegon II Targaryen

Through his reign, Aegon never knew joy nor peace. That is what written in the history. But they forgot that he almost did.

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AEGON

Second of His Name

of House Targaryen

Born in 107 AC

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[ NAMELESS ]

Records of Birth Not Found

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Chapter 1: A Young Maiden

There is no female Dragonkeeper.

"Lykirī..."

Yet, there is a female voice echoed through the stone halls. Aegon did not know whatever was in his last drink but he will never have it again. It is the hour of the owl and the voice sings a melancholic High Valyrian song that made him shivers. If he is more drunk, he would be convinced that some young maiden's ghost is haunting Dragonpit.

"Drakari pykiros..."

Sunfyre's chamber already in his eyesight and as he walks closer, that voice start to become louder. His senses immediately sharpens. The voice is coming from Sunfyre's chamber. No one should be here at this time except Dragonkeepers who currently guard every entrance to Dragonpit. But he has passed by a few of them. How could they let this female passed by their watch? His heart beats faster. There is a smuggler... No. An assassin. And they meant to harm his dragon.

"Ēdrugon ȳrda..."

Someone knew Sunfyre has been harmed from the last battle. Someone knew the dragon is at a weak state. And they are going to take an advantage of it.

"Kostagon se bantis tepagon ao lyks..."

He pulls a sword and a torch from the wall. He waste no time to enter the place where Sunfyre supposed to rest.

"Who dares harm a king's dragon?!"

The voice immediately turn into a gasp. But Aegon does not care. He held the sword up high and his torch finally shines on the intruder.

A girl.

She dropped everything she was holding and starts to flee.

"Stop at once!"

The young king ran after the girl. He did not have a chance to memorize her face. If he lost her, he will never be able to identify this intruder. But her body is smaller than he is and she moves much faster than he is. He saw her dark cloak as she slipped through small gaps between the walls. The same hidden gaps that he used to sneak through countless times as a boy, hiding from Dragonkeepers and his sworn protectors, just to see Sunfyre. Does this assassin truly think she can best him?

Aegon took a different path from the girl, a shortcut to the nearest gate out of Dragonpit. A small iron gate that is often used by Dragonkeepers to come in and out. Another exit is halfway across Dragonpit and littered with guards on the way. He can still hear her footsteps and become more confident in his decision.

He can already see the gate and run as fast as his feet can. He nearly reach the end of the tunnel when he saw the girl passed through the gate. She pulls the iron gate and surprised him by locking the gate with a key that she is not supposed to have. Aegon nearly crash the dirty iron bar as the girl took a few steps backwards, holding the key close to her heart.

“Who are you?! Who sends you?!”

He needed the confirmation. No one else but Rhaenyra would send an assassin after him. The Blacks already send one to murder his son. What is keeping them from sending another to murder his dragon?

She still has not said a word. The assassin’s face almost entirely hidden by her cloak and the lack of lights did not help.

“I will have your head for this treason,” Aegon hissed.

His patience is running thin and the only reason he is not screaming at the girl was they are near the crowded street of Flea Bottom. He does not have his proper disguise and his pride refuse to have people witness him cursing at a girl half his height.

She’s slowly lift up her face.

“And what treason is that, M’Lord?”

The girl is offended, he can tell. If her voice did not sounds that, the fire in her eyes surely did. Now, he can see some part of her face. She wears a mask that covers half her features. Nonetheless, he can see her.

Black of eyes.

Brown of skin.

Aegon’s gaze hardens, “You are from Dorne.”

What sort of games does Rhaenyra play by hiring a Dornish assassin?

“I am not.”

The girl tightens her cloak and starts to walk away.

“I command you to stop!” he shout.

She did not. The girl walk away and slipped through the crowd in Flea Bottom. He release his grip at the iron gate. Someone will pay for this. Aegon make his way back to Sunfyre’s chamber. He will make sure to deal with the girl and the incompetent Dragonkeepers later. For now, he needs to know what damage the girl has done to his dragon.

There he was. The golden-scaled dragon rest peacefully in the darkness. Too weak to welcomed Aegon. At least Sunfyre’s hard breathe calmed a bit of his rider’s nerve. Aegon picks up a dim torch from the cold floor, the one that fell from his hand before the chase. He stopped at his track when he notice the trinkets that the girl left behind, right beside Sunfyre’s snout.

Aegon kneels and reaches out. His eyes wrinkle as he found jugs of potions.Healingpotions. Beside that, he discovers thick fabrics that is now stained with blood. The young king immediately went to the base of Sunfyre’s left wing, the one that he knew was speared from the battle. And surely, the wound has been cleaned. By the looks of it, his skin starts to heal already.

He sat and lean his back to Sunfyre. Aegon wished he hides some drinks in here. He is too sober for this and now his mind will have no choice but to over-analyze everything that just happened.

One; The girl did not hurt Sunfyre. Not that he aware of. At least not yet. If the girl turns out to have poisoned his dragon, he shall know very soon.

Two; The girl did not recognize him. She’s not calling him “Your Grace” or even “My Prince”. What sort of assassin that his step-sister pay handsomely that does not even recognize their target?

He eyed Sunfyre who now moved his wings near Aegon, as his instinct kicks in to protect his rider.

Three; Sunfyre did not reject her nor burn her. The dragon made no sound as the stranger stands in close proximity and sang to him.

What treason is that, M’Lord?

Her voice echoed in his skull.

What in the seven hells has he ran into?

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Valyrian Translation: Lykirī = Calm down Drakari pykiros = Fire breather Ēdrugon ȳrda = Sleep tight Kostagon se bantis tepagon ao lyks = May the night gives you peace

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