#Dragon Seed

[dedicatednotobsessed]

The Mark of the Dragon [Aegon Targaryen x Reader]

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🔥A/N: I apologize for this chapter being shorter than I wanted it to be. I also meant to publish it in the eight weeks that the show was airing but life stuff got in the way. 😅 I hope you enjoy nonetheless though xx 🔥

Summary: You grew up on the streets of Fleabottom for the majority of your life being orphaned at the young age of ten. Apart from your striking hair color, the only thing you inherited from your family was a birthmark on the back of your left shoulder blade. On the week of festivities to celebrate the King’s eldest, Aegon the Second, you end up encountering him. You help him forget about his duties of being Prince and Heir to the Iron Throne until one fateful night…. [AU based where Aegon was crowned heir instead of Rhaenyra].

Warnings in this chapter: None.

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Chapter III

Your hands clutched onto Aegon’s cloak that was still wrapped around you, watching him whisper to a young boy before handing him a green velvet pouch, the boy running off shortly afterward. 

“You told them you only had fifteen hundred,” You whispered, furrowing your brows. 

“I lied.” Aegon turned to you, sighing at your state. Come.”

You looked down at his outstretched hand before taking it, your other hand clutching his cloak. You let him lead you to the tub, which was already filled with water and scented oils. 

“You can trust me,” Aegon whispered when he tried to move your hand from the cloak.

You met his violet eyes, and a sense of security washed over you. You knew from the tales you have heard of the eldest Prince that he was vulgar and crude, yet you felt protected by him. You reluctantly let go of his cloak, and after he slowly tugged it off your body, you quickly wrapped your arms around your chest to save the dignity you had left. He took your forearm, leading you over to the tub. Your eyes scanned over the water, glistening slightly from the candlelight, before up at Aegon when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Aegon said nothing, moving his hand down your arm and intertwining his fingers with yours. He helped you in the tub before kneeling behind it and rolling up the sleeves of his tunic to his elbows. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked softly, tugging your knees to your chest. 

He kept silent momentarily, pouring the jug of water down your hair. “I am simply paying back your kindness.”

Your brows knitted together in confusion. “I don’t understand, my prince.”

“Don’t call me that,” He snapped before letting out a deep breath through his nose. “Please, call me Aegon when we are alone.”

You nodded slowly, feeling his fingers run through your hair. “I don’t understand how you are paying back my kindness…Aegon.” His name felt foreign on your tongue, as though it was a forbidden word you couldn’t utter.

Aegon stilled his hands—the prince seemed deep in thought for a brief moment—before responding, “You treated me as though I was any other person. Not some royal.” He said the title with a hint of disgust in his voice.

You sighed softly. “A title does not define a person.”

“If only everyone had similar views,” Aegon mumbled, beginning to ring out your hair. 

The only noise that went through the chambers for a moment was the swishing of the water before you felt his fingers run over the back of your left shoulder, moving your hair to drape across your right shoulder. Upon your skin was a deep purple mark stretching across your shoulder, a mark in the shape of a dragon’s head.

“Were you born with this?” His voice was soft, his touch even softer as his fingers danced over your mark.

“I was,” you replied while taking a deep breath. “It is the only thing I have left of my father.”

You turned to meet his violet eyes, the water sloshing around you as you did so. Behind his eyes was a particular expression you could not quite cipher. Aegon had his brows scrunched in concentration momentarily before blinking a few times, breaking his trance.

“Is everything all right?”

Aegon nodded, but his body language told a different story. His body seemed tense, and his shoulders slumped as he studied your features. He jumped slightly, hearing the soft knock on the door, and stood to open it, revealing the same scrawny boy from earlier. After paying him a few more gold dragons for his silence and closing the door, his attention turned back to you with a simple light grey and blush pink dress in his arms, a pair of silk slippers the same shade of grey sitting neatly on top. 

“I hope these fit.”

You caught the dress, running your fingers over the soft fabric. Glancing at Aegon, his gaze on the floor, your mannerisms seemed to change, causing a nervous flutter in your stomach. What caused his behavior to change?

He was kind enough to turn around while you got dressed, although it didn’t matter, seeing you were already as bare as the day you came into this world. You ran a hand across your stomach, the light grey corset of the dress feeling snug. 

Aegon looked over you for a moment, a brow raised. “Well? How does it fit?”

Your hands smoothed over your blush-colored skirt. “It does not look like a sack on my body if that was what you were wondering.”

He let out a breathy laugh, walking closer with the shoes. He motioned for you to sit on the bed, kneeling before you to put the slippers on. You watched over him carefully, a playful smile on your features. “I never thought a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms would bend the knee to a lowborn.”

Aegon hummed, his gaze meeting yours when you kicked him lightly. He returned your smile. “Perhaps you are more than a lowborn, my rose.”

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

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The end of the week was approaching, yet signs of the festivities were nowhere to be found. You were wary of leaving your home since the run-in with the poachers, but your food was beginning to rot, and your stomach was growling.

You jumped slightly at the sudden knock, looking over at your dark wooden door, frowning when the knock came a second time. You swiped the knife resting on your table, carefully hiding it behind your skirts as you approached the door. Your hand grabbed the handle tightly, and you looked up when the knock came a third time. You swung the door open, the knife raised.

Aegon’s eyes were wide at the sight of the knife, his hands raised slightly. “I don’t mean harm.”

You blew a breath, lowering your blunt weapon; it wouldn’t have caused much damage. “I’m sorry, my prince, but I don’t get many visitors.” You scrunched your brows in confusion. “H-how did you know where I lived?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I have my ways,” He replied. “May I come in?”

You eyed the prince but nodded, opening the door wider for him. Your home was no bigger than the room Aegon took you to the night before. Aegon’s eyes wandered around, trying to hide the disgust he felt. It was not the exact home you grew up in, although you tried your best to make it feel like it was; your childhood home was a pile of ashes now. You took a peek outside your home before closing it. The grip on your knife relaxed, and your gaze returned to the silver-haired man sitting on your bed; the poor mattress creaked under his weight.

“Why are you even here?”

He blew out a breath, falling back onto your bed, looking up at your ceiling. “I needed to hide.”

You raised a brow. “To hide?” You repeated. 

He closed his eyes. “My mother informed me that I would be crowned heir on the morrow.” His voice slightly wavered as he talked.”

You furrowed your brows, tossing your knife on the table before walking closer to Aegon. You rested a knee on your bed beside his body, looking over him. “You don’t sound too happy to be next in line for the throne.”

Aegon opened his eyes, his gaze roaming over you. There was a small light in them while he watched you, as though he was trying to remember every detail of your face. “I am only to be heir because I’m the eldest son. It is my duty,” He said quietly. “But fuck duty. I don’t want it.”

You scrunched up your nose. “What is you want then?”

He reached up, gingerly running his fingers through your silver locks. “I wish to have freedom.”

You hummed, taking his hand in yours. You looked over his palm, examining it. You were surprised how soft it felt, assuming it would be rough and callused. “Freedom is not as luxurious as you assume it to be.”

“And neither is the royal life.” 

He pulled you down suddenly, a chuckle passing his lips when you giggled. “What if I told you that I felt freedom with you?” He whispered. 

You clicked your tongue. “I will call you a liar and an imbecile. Don’t think because you rescued me from those poachers means you will finally have your way with me. Your sweet words will get you nowhere.”

A challenging smirk formed on his features, licking his lips lightly while he played with your fingers. “I guess I will have to prove I am worthy of being free with you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “And how are you planning to do that, Aegon?” You questioned, remembering how he scolded you the night before for using his title in private, so you decided to humor him by saying his name instead.

His smirk only widened. “Through books.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “I can’t read.”

“I remember you told me when we first met, but I never said you would be the one reading.”

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[qyburnsghost]

Can you really imagine a royal, let alone a soft one(nothing wrong with it,that’s her power) like Rhaena, whose never had to cook her own meal, never had to hunt or even interested in hunting —slaughtering a sheep with a knife and dragging its dying, possibly screaming carcass to a dragon every morning?

Yea,me neither.

[mostlydaydreaming]

Going to see the Dragon Seed premiere…

Frank Sinatra with wife Nancy and Gene Kelly with wife Betsy Blair

Gene Kelly checks out the program, while wife Betsy Blair takes a rest on his shoulder

[nalu-gifs]

L: “It’s not working. He’s not getting warmer.”

H: “Please, Natsu, wake up!”

L: “Come on. I know you’re still in there somewhere.”

[fostersffff]

Dragon Ball Ending, "Romantikku Ageru yo" by Ushio Hashimoto

[girlboyburger]

i was extremely sleep deprived yesterday when i discovered the dragon survival mod which was LIFE CHANGING when you're on three hours of sleep so of course i made a whole custom forest dragon texture in one day about it. and. just for fun, some concept art i made for it:

[jacketpotatoo]

gloomstalker liam for @d20zinejam ‘s candy couture vol.3 zine

[moonlightazriel]

Rhaenyra to the dragon seeds:

[vgadvisor]

[qyburnsghost]

It seems daemon semi leisure time in maiden pool is now in harrenhall as well. And I guess mysaria got the scar. Yay

Nettles' dragon going to Rhaena, Nettles' non-valyrianness going to Ulf, Nettles lack of Valyrian features going to Addam, but sure her character was never that big of a deal and can absolutely be erased without fucking over the entire narrative.

[thehauntingofharrenhouse]

it's just so funny addam and hugh are exactly the kind of dragonriders they were hoping for!!! respectable tradespeople with plausible enough stories that can be safely excluded from the line of succession!!! they might be literate!! they know how to behave around highborn people!!! essentially what passes for lower middle class in westeros. even nettles is the kind of character that is easy to build a folk hero narrative around!!!

and then there's fucking ulf. ZERO respect. claiming to be the son of baelon the fucking brave. does he even have a job

[refinedstorage]

character requests wrap up

thank you all these were so much fun!

[qyburnsghost]

The Greens are so outmatched now it makes no sense they wouldn’t attack Aemond/Vhagar immediately.

They have 8 adult dragons, 1 of which is King of The Dragons.

Otto is kidnapped.

Aegon is broken and Sunfyre is dead or in a coma.

The people already hate the Greens cause they got Rhaenyra starvation let them eat cake plot.

Alys a powerful witch greenseer is Team Black cause the stupid prophecy.

Helaena is a dreaming walking spoiler alert and suddenly is Team Black (or at least Team Aegon) even though they beheaded her baby.

Alicent sold all of her sons (including Daeron)down the river and their armies with their locations to rhaenyra for a friendship so weak when they lived in the same castle for years after their falling out they hated each other.

So yea. So it’s basically like Aemond vs Everyone at this point.

Oscar winning writing I guess. 🤷‍♀️

[milevenstancyendgame]

Friendly reminder of just how much Soren has grown.:')

S2E7/S6E8

[fostersffff]

Dragon Ball Opening, "Makafushigi Adventure!" by Hiroki Takahashi

[laststandx3]

i'll be the first to say that Ulf is an idiot, but at the same time he's right. he treats the blacks the way they've never been treated before: as normal people. and it bothers them because they feel themselves above the smallfolks. that people should obey them and be silent when they speak because they're the authority. not only monarch but dragon riders. Ulf is there treating them like they're normal people and they HATE IT. but for how rude and out of place Ulf gets framed and shot when he asks for more wine/food he's the proof of how common people are always in service of the powerfuls' whims. if they didnt need him they wouldnt have him at their table. the court it's a place for people who respect manners and are never annoying. Because we saw how people in kings landing starving and dying how dares he asking for more good food at dinner? doesnt he know he's a guest and he better be grateful with what he has? Because Rhaenyra will make them knights even tho without them she wouldnt even be queen. "We'll be knights...Just like that" he says, because titles are freely given by the queen, yes just like that. How dares he be a little loud at dinner? HOW DARES HE ANSWER RHAENYRA's pretence at politness by keeping her accountable?

"A knight will comport himself with grace at the queen's table"

"Best make me a knight, then"

"You forget yourself...friend" Jace says, and in the background we see the knight of the queen's guard putting a hand on his sword, after his oath of protecting the innocents like Criston Cole reminded us a few minutes before.

you've done things we didnt even know was possible // Remember your place // this war will kill thousands // "will you stay here and make yourself easy? If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I'll see you hanged and your body fed to the dogs in the street" // we want to avoid bloodshed

Now, this is the pick-your-favourite-war-criminal show so i'm not saying the blacks are evil. i'm sure the greens will act just as them. I think it's interesting to see the parallels of in-story propaganda of the crown and their action, that Rhaenyra's waiting to fight was never about avoiding war, but because she knew she'd lost. when you cant stand even the idea of having smallfolk at your table or them dearing to treat you like one of them it was never about saving people's life.