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Had a dream aegon crawled on top of me while I was sleeping and he just laid on me like a weighted blanket

omg this is everything. he’d be like a cuddly teddy bear 🥹

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Aegon the Soft

Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count : 1474

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I haven't written in years so please bear with this. I just have some very soft feelings for the Targ siblings. All they need is a hug I SWEAR! anyways, hope you like it

When Aegon first married, he tried to be around you as little as possible. It was best that way, everyone else who should technically love him in his life never has; why would you be any different. The bedding ceremony had been performed; he had done his duty. He must only put a few heirs in you and that would be that. He finished that thought with the downing of his drink. Slamming the cup down on the table his men cheered around him, filling his cup as the merriment continued.

The hour was late, or early – who knew, when Aegon and his men finally dragged themselves back to the Red Keep. Sober knights greeted them and took the prince back to his rooms, depositing him on his bed.

“My Wife! Bring my wife to me!” he shouted, lolling about on his sheets and he struggled to stand.

“My prince, the hour is late an…”

“I know the hour. I said now!”

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Was he on a ship. He must be on a ship. His stomach rolled and churned so much it must be the waves on the ocean. Blinking blearily into the sunlight he vaguely felt fingers running through his hair. Aegon finally managed to focus his eyes on his bedside table, and the jug of water placed on it. The soft touch continued to caress his forehead and brush through the silver strands falling in front of his eyes.

“Good morning husband. How are you feeling this morning?” Aegon blinked and his mind cleared slightly. His wife was in his bed. You were stroking his hair from his face and asking if he was well? Thoughts flew through his head and as he jolted from the knowledge you were right behind him, his stomach reminded him of his current state and he rolled ungracefully from the bed. He landed sprawled on the floor causing a sharp gasp to leave your mouth as you watched your severely hungover husband groan and roll around tangled in sheets before moving like a slug to the open doors of his balcony and slamming them close behind him.

You couldn’t see him like this. He hadn’t even managed to face you, but he knew he must look terrible and there was something in him, ridiculous as it may be, that wanted to keep you under the illusion that he wasn’t a complete failure. Once he’d finished evacuating the contents of his stomach off his balcony, and damningly close to his brother who was just making his way onto the training grounds for his morning spar with Cole, he inhaled deeply before steeling himself to walk back inside.

Opening the doors to his rooms, he saw you sitting prettily on the end of his bed. Hair fallen perfectly to frame your face, wearing only in a linen shift you had presumably slept in by his side all night – surely his wife had been carved by angels. Bustling in the room brought him back and he drew the sheets tighter around his waist. Maids flitted in and out, making up the bath and serving breakfast on a table set up at the end of the bed.

“Better?” you said shyly smiling at him. “I thought you might need something to line your stomach – and possibly a bath.” You trailed off. You’re right. He smelled revolting.

He doesn’t quite understand how or why you could be so nice to him, he thinks as he sinks into the steaming perfumed water. Especially as a vague memory of the previous night comes back to him, he’d stumbled back into the keep, pissed as a newt, and demanded you come to him to fulfil your wifely duties. Closing his eyes, Aegon felt his muscles relax in the warmth. Even his head lessened from the soothing lavender scent.

This time he felt your presence behind him before your touch. Softly, again, you carded your fingers through his hair, moving him gently forward so you could wash him. Your gentle touch was so foreign to him. Even when he was washed by the servants, they were never this gentle with him. The warm water cascaded down his back, your fingers working a floral scented soap into his hair and pressing firmly against his scalp. The sensation was heavenly. The warmth of your body surrounded him as you leant him back again to rinse the soap from his hair.

Once he was cleaned you set a small pillow at the back of the tub for him to rest his head on. Though he was a prince he was sure he had never been as pampered as this. He stared up into your face as he leant his head back, taking in the soft fluttering of your eyelashes and the curve of your cheeks and lips.

Though you had been married for over two moons now Aegon didn’t think he had ever really looked at you before now. Surely he would have lingered around you more if he had seen what a beauty he had married. Your mere presence brought him peace, and whilst he could not understand why you were being so kind to him, his heart overstepped his mind and let him live in this fantasy for just a moment longer; practically jumping from his chest when he felt you lay soft kisses along his hairline. Your warm smell invaded his nostrils and his eyes fluttered open to discover your neck and cleavage so close to his face. Your skin looked so smooth, and his lips ached for him to lean closer and place a reverent kiss to your collar.

You took a towel and held it out for him, helping him dry as he stepped out of the tub. His eyes rolled over your body as he dressed, tucking his loose shirt into linen britches as he watched you arrange the chairs around the breakfast table.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” his voice wavered ever so slightly at the question falling from his mouth.

“Aegon?” you replied. Softly breathing his name as you turned to face him. He was sure the sweet sound of your voice confirmed you had been sent from the gods. “I am here to care for you. I am your wife…” His face fell slightly at that, which you saw. Of course you were there for your duty. The thought brought back his words from the previous evening. Wifely duties. You were fulfilling your side of the bargain. “… and I like you.” You finished.

You studied his face as he looked at you. His delicate features held together by perfect milky skin. The rounded cupids bow of his lips forming a soft pout that was hard to resist. Though you’d seen his anger and drunkenness many times since your wedding and heard worse from the ladies of court before your arrival, you’d also seen the small sad look on his face whenever he’d leave a council meeting, or even just at dinner with his family. Although his mother had been nothing but kind and gentle with you, you could see this favour wasn’t extended to her own son, and his grandfather was even worse – openly mocking him with his father, the king when surely, they should have been teaching him.

Thoughts brought you back to reality as you stepped closer to him. Looking into his eyes, the pale violet seeming deeper towards his iris and wider as they searched yours for an answer. You softly took his wrist into your hands, sliding your fingers down to intertwine with his own you placed a small kiss between the crease in his brow.

“I am your wife. I know you did not choose me for love, or choose me at all, but I hope that you will know how much I care for you, and one day maybe you may care for me.” Aegon’s throat almost closed up, and his eyes betrayed him as they began to water. His thumbs barely moved to brush the backs of your hand bringing them up to place a kiss on your knuckles – gently leading you to sit next to him at the end of his bed.

The words struggled to form in his throat; a combination of a hangover and sudden emotion rendering him surprisingly catatonic. Your hand moved to stroke to side of his face, bringing his eyes back to your own.

“I will do my best” he whispered, leaning into the warmth of your palm. “I will do my best for you, and for our line.”

“I know you will. You will prove anyone who doubts you wrong.” You spoke, touching your forehead to his own. His eyes slipped closed once more, happy to bask in the bliss of your presence for as long as the gods would allow him.

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I haven't written fics in almost 4 years which has lead to me rambling on for almost 2k words now about how Aegon just needs a hug. I don't think this is going to go anywhere but I need it out of my system.

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Ok so I’ve set up my new laptop and downloaded all my old work to try and finish and I found a half finished project I had hoped to complete by new years. I think its a continuation of a colin fic I did ages ago with Y/N as a maid in the house. Its not New Years anymore but I like the bullet points Ive made so does anyone really care if I end up posting a new years fic in February ?!

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Guess who has a new laptop!!!

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FYI

I’m not dead, but my laptop is …

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Have you seen that cute little Black puppy wearing a green bow tie with the inscription "he looks so proud with his bow tie"? It's who Luke Thompson remainds me of everything I look at him with his bow tie and cute smile 😂🥰

You mean this

Totally seen it.

It’s the most adorable thing ever.

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Jonathan Bailey photographed for Polo Ralph Lauren

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Anthony, Benedict, and Colin Bridgerton → BRIDGERTON (2020- ), written by Julia Quinn

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if you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky. some of us cannot.

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Headcanons of Mr. And Mrs. Crabtree finding out Benedict and Sophie got married 🥰

When they received the letter from Mr Bridgerton which said he was getting married, Mrs Crabtree screamed happily, when Mr Crabtree pointed further down the letter pointing out the name of his bride… Mrs Crabtree had to sit down as she felt quite faint.

The Crabtree’s had loved Sophie and Mrs Crabtree had watched Benedict carefully and had seen the way his face lit up when Sophie joined him, and it and even more obvious that Sophie was in love with Mr Bridgerton so she was convinced that this would be a very happy marriage.

Mr Bridgerton had given her a list of things to do and whilst she put her efforts in it, she went overboard getting things suitable for Sophie.

They had plenty of time to prepare as Benedict had said he didn’t expect to back at the cottage until August but the cottage was to be their home.

The drawing room downstairs she converted into an office for Sophie, books ordered and transformed a room for a dressing room.

Mrs Crabtree counted down the days, she remembered some of the favourite foods that Sophie had talked about, the recipes she had read and liked the sound of and had a full menu for a month planned.

Mr Crabtree helped fix the rose bushes and replaced them and had the gardens cleaned and sourced Sophie her own mare and all the riding gear she needed.

They barely slept the night before Mr and Mrs Bridgerton arrived and even though Benedict had told them he wanted the night and everyone not to be there when they got there. Mrs Crabtree couldn’t help but watch when they arrived and the following morning made them a huge welcome home breakfast.

She had expected to find a couple who loved each other but the love and happiness from her employers was a joy to watch every day. The arrivals of the mini masters and mistress made it even better and just completed their perfect lives at My Cottage

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#Repost @missbessb

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Over and Out. @bridgertonnetflix S2 💜

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Is missing Luke Thompson hours

It’s always missing Luke Hours.

We are woefully deprived of his adorable face.

But here is a photo to tide us over in the meantime

Luke and a fluffy puppy… two of this woman’s greatest weaknesses

Also…

Hand veins 🤤🤤🤤🤤

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Show me (if you want) your top 5 favorite Luke Thompson pics

5 is just mean as I love all of his photos… but here are 6 as they are what is in my phone and always cheer me up

And an added bonus