#aegon hotd

[novaursa]

Web of Gold (Aegon is jealous)

- Summary: Alicent could only watch as you handle her son like a lioness who plays with her food.

- Pairing: lannister!reader/Aegon II Targaryen

- Note: This part has an extra reader/Aemond interaction. Time is skipping from present to past.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Previous part: aegon has a cold

- Next part: royal wedding

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @purple-1995

The Red Keep is unusually quiet this afternoon as you’re making your way through the castle, intending to visit the gardens where you can enjoy the warm air and perhaps indulge in some idle gossip with your ladies. It’s a perfect day for it, or at least, it was until Aemond Targaryen unexpectedly appears in your path.

He stands in the hallway, arms crossed and expression as stern as ever, as if he’s waiting for some important meeting. When his single, icy violet eye fixes on you, it’s clear he has no such plans. You have the distinct feeling that this encounter is as unwelcome for him as it is for you.

“Aemond,” you greet with your best attempt at politeness, offering a sweet smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “What a surprise to see you here.”

Aemond doesn’t bother with a smile. Instead, he inclines his head slightly, regarding you with that same, unblinking stare that could make a lesser woman wilt. But you’re no lesser woman. “Y/N,” he replies, his voice cool and precise. “I’m surprised to see you without my brother clinging to your skirts. Or did you manage to give him the slip for once?”

You chuckle, deciding to meet his coolness with warmth. It’s what you do best, after all. “Oh, Aegon can’t always keep up with me,” you say with a wink, gliding closer. “He’s busy with kingly duties, you know. Someone has to manage the realm.”

Aemond’s lips twitch, though whether it’s the beginning of a smirk or a grimace, you can’t quite tell. “Yes, I’m sure he’s terribly preoccupied. I imagine it’s quite exhausting, all that lounging about with a goblet in hand.”

You ignore the jab at Aegon’s expense, well aware that this is Aemond’s typical mood—bitter, acerbic, with an ever-present undercurrent of disdain. “Well, he does deserve some rest, don’t you think? After all, he’s got me to keep him on his toes.” You give him a bright smile, the kind that you know Aegon would melt for, but Aemond merely stares at you, as though you’ve sprouted a second head.

“And how fortunate for him,” Aemond mutters, rolling his eye. “I can only imagine what you keep him busy with, though I suspect it involves more idle flattery than sound advice.”

You laugh at that, a light, melodic sound that echoes off the stone walls, but the humor doesn’t reach your eyes. “Oh, Aemond, I didn’t realize you were so interested in my life with Aegon. I thought you preferred to keep to yourself, all stern and serious like some sort of dark knight.”

Aemond’s eye narrows at your teasing, his mouth flattening into a line. “You presume too much,” he says coolly, though he can’t quite disguise the irritation that seeps into his voice. “I have little interest in your affairs, but unfortunately, it seems I am forced to endure them regardless.”

You bat your lashes at him, taking great amusement in needling the typically unflappable Aemond. “Endure? My, my, Aemond, you make it sound as though I’m a burden. Surely you can find some enjoyment in my company.” You place a hand over your heart, feigning a dramatic sigh. “After all, not many get the pleasure of my presence without having to fight Aegon for it.”

Aemond’s expression remains stony, but you catch a flicker of something behind his gaze—annoyance, perhaps, or maybe resignation. “I would hardly call it a pleasure,” he replies dryly, crossing his arms tighter over his chest. “More like an exercise in patience.”

You smirk, unperturbed. “Oh, patience is a virtue, they say. And I’ve been told I can be… a bit trying at times.” You lean closer, dropping your voice to a mock whisper. “But I’m sure a serious, level-headed man like you can manage it.”

Aemond’s jaw tightens as he regards you with barely concealed frustration, and for a moment, you think you might have finally struck a nerve. But then he huffs softly, a sound that might have been a laugh if it weren’t so begrudging. “You are nothing if not persistent,” he concedes, though his tone remains clipped. “I suppose that’s why Aegon finds you so endearing.”

You tilt your head, studying him with a curious smile. “Is that jealousy I hear, Aemond? Surely you don’t wish you had more of my attention?”

Aemond’s eye sharpens, and he steps closer, looming over you with his taller frame. “Hardly,” he retorts, his voice as cold as the North wind. “I prefer company that doesn’t talk my ears off with false pleasantries.”

You pretend to consider his words, then shrug with a grin. “Well, not everyone can appreciate my charms. But I can assure you, Aegon seems to have no complaints.”

Aemond rolls his eye, clearly done with your banter, but before he can walk away, you step into his path, forcing him to pause. “Come now, Aemond, it wouldn’t hurt you to smile every once in a while. It might even soften that terrifying expression of yours.”

He arches a brow, unimpressed. “Why would I need to soften my expression?”

You give a playful shrug, glancing up at him from under your lashes. “Well, it might make you seem less like you’re plotting everyone’s demise at any given moment.”

Aemond actually snorts, though it’s a dry, humorless sound. “You misunderstand me, Y/N. I’m not plotting everyone’s demise.” He leans in slightly, his voice lowering, as if confiding a great secret. “Only a select few.”

You let out another laugh, genuine this time, and Aemond’s lips twitch slightly, as if even he can’t help but find some amusement in your audacity. It’s brief, but you catch the ghost of a smile before his usual stoicism takes over again.

“Well, as long as I’m not on that list,” you reply cheerfully, stepping back and giving him a mock curtsy. “I suppose I shall leave you to your brooding, then.”

Aemond watches you for a moment longer, as though considering whether to respond, but then he simply inclines his head, his expression settling back into cool indifference. “Good day, Y/N,” he says curtly before striding past you, his coat swirling behind him as he disappears down the corridor.

You watch him go, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. Aemond Targaryen might be as rigid as the Iron Throne itself, but it’s almost fun to poke and prod at that iron shell of his. He may endure your company with all the grace of a man suffering a long sermon, but you know he’ll remember every word.

And that, you think with a smirk, is victory enough.

The Red Keep’s dining hall is bathed in the warm glow of candlelight as the royal family gathers for a dinner. The long table is laden with platters of roast meats, steaming vegetables, and freshly baked bread. It’s meant to be a family meal, a time for unity and bonding, but the atmosphere is already taut with the undercurrents of various rivalries and tensions. At one end of the table, King Viserys looks weary, doing his best to keep up with the conversation between coughs, while Queen Alicent hovers nearby, ever the dutiful wife.

You sit comfortably beside Aegon, who is only halfheartedly stabbing at his food with a fork, glancing up every few moments to check on you. But tonight, for once, your attention isn’t entirely on him. Across the table, Aemond sits with his usual upright posture, speaking to you with a surprising degree of politeness, even if his compliments have that sharp edge he never quite seems able to dull. It’s enough to draw your interest, and Aegon can see it.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Aemond says, his tone smooth, “have you ever read the histories of Old Valyria? I find them quite fascinating—the rise and fall of empires, the shaping the bloodlines. Few truly understand the weight of it.”

You smile at him, leaning in slightly, clearly interested in the conversation. “I have, actually. The legends and lore are beautiful, if not tragic. It’s incredible how much history shapes our present.”

Aegon’s grip on his fork tightens, his knuckles turning pale. He glances between the two of you, his mouth curving into a frown that deepens with each word exchanged. You’re supposed to be looking at him, not his self-important little brother. He coughs loudly, just shy of a theatrical gag, as he leans closer to you. “Y/N,” he says in a voice that’s far too loud for the setting, “you remember that story I told you about that time I fought that wild boar on Dragonstone, don’t you?”

You blink, turning your attention to Aegon, who is now staring at you with an intense, almost desperate expression. “Yes, Aegon,” you reply, though your voice carries a hint of amusement, “you’ve told me that story a few times.”

Aemond’s lips twitch, just the slightest bit, but he says nothing, instead taking a slow sip of his wine. You get the sense he’s enjoying watching Aegon squirm, though he hides it well. Aegon catches the subtle smirk, and his frown deepens. He isn’t about to let Aemond outshine him tonight.

“But did I ever tell you about the time I caught two wild boars, at once?” Aegon blurts, leaning in closer as if the detail will turn the tide of the conversation. “It was quite the ordeal, really. Very dangerous. Everyone said it couldn’t be done, but I proved them wrong.”

Alicent shoots Aegon a withering look from her end of the table, clearly exasperated with his antics, but Aegon doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s too busy trying to win back your attention.

You give Aegon an indulgent smile, though it’s clear you haven’t entirely forgotten your conversation with Aemond. “That does sound… impressive, Aegon,” you say diplomatically, though you can’t resist glancing back at Aemond, who raises an eyebrow ever so slightly.

Aegon’s eye twitches at your distraction. He reaches for the jug of wine and refills your cup to the brim, his movements overly eager, as if hoping the gesture might sway you. “You know, Y/N, Aemond may know his dusty old books, but I—” He thumps a hand against his chest, nearly knocking over a plate. “—I know how to live. And isn’t that what truly matters?”

Aemond’s expression barely changes, but his single eye gleams with amusement. “Is that so, brother?” he drawls, setting his cup down with a soft clink. “I suppose it takes a certain… perspective to see chasing boars as living.”

Aegon bristles at the veiled insult, his face turning a shade redder than the wine in his cup. He reaches out, draping an arm over your shoulders in an overly possessive manner. “Y/N knows what I mean, don’t you, darling?” He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “You prefer my company, don’t you?”

You manage to suppress a laugh at the sudden shift in his demeanor. It’s like watching a puppy bark at a much larger dog, trying to prove it’s just as fearsome. “Oh, Aegon, you know I appreciate you,” you say, patting his hand in a way that’s meant to soothe, but your amusement is barely hidden.

Helaena, who has been sitting quietly beside Aemond, looks up from her plate of roasted duck and glances between her brothers with mild curiosity, though she seems more fascinated by the way the candlelight reflects off her goblet than the tension in the room. “Boars can be very tricky,” she muses dreamily, as though it’s a perfectly normal contribution to the conversation.

Viserys, who has been struggling to follow along with the rapid exchange, chuckles weakly, though it’s clear he’s not entirely sure what’s happening. “Yes, yes, tricky creatures,” he mumbles, before lapsing back into silence, his weariness overtaking him again.

Aegon takes the opportunity to press closer to you, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant to sound sweet, but it comes out more desperate. “You see, Y/N? Even the king agrees with me. I know how to keep life exciting.”

Aemond snorts softly into his wine cup, just loud enough for Aegon to hear. “Yes, brother, you’re certainly a master of excitement. Like that time you… fell off your horse at the tourney? Or was it when you set fire to your own cloak trying to light a candle?”

Aegon’s face flushes with annoyance, his grip on your shoulder tightening. “That was an accident, and everyone knows it!” He turns to you again, trying to recapture your attention with an exaggerated pout. “But you don’t think I’m clumsy, do you, Y/N?”

You look between the two brothers, thoroughly entertained by their bickering, and finally take pity on Aegon, though not without letting a hint of mischief creep into your voice. “Of course not, Aegon. I think you’re… very capable. In your own way.”

Aemond raises his goblet in a mock toast. “Yes, to Aegon’s… unique talents.”

Aegon glares at him, and then, as if he can’t think of a better response, leans closer to you, pressing a noisy, dramatic kiss to your cheek. “You see, Y/N, some people might call my talents unconventional, but I think that just makes me more… interesting.”

You try not to laugh, but the sound escapes despite your best efforts. Aemond rolls his eye again, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but he remains otherwise silent, clearly enjoying Aegon’s discomfort too much to intervene further.

Alicent clears her throat, her patience wearing thin as she glares between her sons. “Enough,” she snaps, her voice low but cutting. “This is a family dinner, not a competition.”

Aegon, undeterred, clinks his goblet against yours with a grin that’s more petulant than charming. “To family, then. And to those who know how to enjoy life to the fullest.”

Aemond merely raises an eyebrow, taking another sip of wine, but you can see the faint amusement lingering in his gaze. He seems content to let Aegon claim his small victory, knowing that the real prize is seeing his older brother squirm with jealousy.

You lean back, enjoying the view of the two brothers’ very different styles of vying for your attention, thinking that this family dinner has turned out to be far more entertaining than you’d expected.

[hotdjoking]

[alexandrarosa]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY

but every time I read a Lucemond fic and there is a mention of Jacegon just being happy and having children I think of that meme

It’s like:

Somebody who has decided to wed omega Aegon to alpha Jace: You are no longer heir, you will be a consort at best, now suffer

Aegon: *chilling with his cool husband*

That somebody: wait

Aegon: *no longer has anxiety*

That somebody: WAIT

Aegon: *is loved and has a bunch of babies*

That somebody: WAIT NO

[travatul]

[snezhjeyka]

you are so pathetic. it’s disgusting, brother.

[hoteldreamss]

Aegon Targaryen || imagine

Метки: читательница жена Эйгона; неприязнь к Эйгону со стороны читательницы.

Слов: 685

��йгон в доспехах выглядит чуть больше, чем он есть на самом деле. Ты смотришь на него скорее с безразличием, нежели с восхищением. Даже если он делал получить его от тебя. Дракон перед ним заигрывает, утыкаясь своей большой мордой в ладони твоего мужа. Тебе не хочется здесь находиться. Безусловно драконы захватывают дух, но ты уже видела их и знала, что эти существа могут быть опасны для обычных людей, например как ты. Несмотря на твой статус, ты не та, кто достоин оседлать дракона, даже если твоя душа чище, чем у Эйгона, разум в разы богаче, а дух сильнее. Дракон достался этому пьянице и развратнику. Что-то внутри тебя каждый раз сжималось от зависти к тому, как Таргариены жили, что имели и очевидно не заслуживали этого. Хотя ты можешь предположить, что Рейенира всё же заслужила трон больше твоего мужа, и она заслужила своего дракона. Ты можешь вспомнить каким милым был Джекейрис, однако ты не знакома с ним близко, и видела его пару раз на семейных ужинах. Но тебе всё равно кажется, что он лучше Эйгона. Может кто угодно будет лучше твоего мужа.

— Хочешь потрогать его? — интересуется он, посмотрев на твою фигуру, стоящую как можно дальше.

— Он хочет, чтобы я его потрогала? — интересуешься ты, смотря на Эйгона.

— Он был бы не против, — произносит твой муж, переведя взгляд на дракона. Его улыбка выдаёт радость из-за контакта может быть с единственным существом, которое любило его.

Ты не хочешь подходить к дракону. Несмотря на твоё восхищение этими созданиями, ты знаешь, какими опасными они могут быть. Что уж говорить об их непредсказуемости.

Однако ты делаешь шаг, потому что любопытство сильнее тебя. Твоя сущность ничего не может с собой поделать, когда небольшие каблуки стучат по каменному полу, и ты оказываешься рядом со своим мужем. Он даёт тебе свою руку, ожидая когда ты ответишь ��му тем же, и с недоверием, ты кладёшь свою ладонь в его. Перчатки Эйгона из плотной кожи, но они уже впитали либо тепло его дракона, либо его самого. Ты переводишь взгляд на Солнечный Огонь, он не кажется недружелюбным, когда смотрит на тебя.

Твоя ладонь касается его чешуи, его глаза прикрываются на мгновение, будто он наслаждается твоим вниманием. Эйгон держит свою руку над твоей, стоя рядом и продолжая довольно улыбаться.

— Ты ему нравишься, — произносит он, радуясь этому больше, чем ты.

Покосившись на своего мужа, небольшое осознание быстро настигает тебя. И ты спешишь прекратить этот ритуал знакомства. Выдернув руку, ты больше не чувствуешь чешую с неровностями под ладонью, а Солнечный Огонь смотрит на тебя так будто не понял почему ты перестала гладить его.

Эйгон также в лёгком недоумении, но в отличие от своего дракона он знает почему ты это сделала.

— С меня достаточно на сегодня. — Ты отходишь в сторону, возросшая на место, где стояла раньше и наблюдала за всем происходящим.

Эйгон провожает тебя взглядом, пока ты не разворачиваешься к нему, чтобы снова просто наблюдать.

Он даёт приказ, чтобы на дракона надели снаряжение. Когда люди суетятся вокруг, Эйгон подходит к тебе.

— Я хочу твоего благословения, жена. — Самодовольная улыбка на его лице пробуждает в тебе ту часть неприязни к своему мужу, которую ты пыталась подавлять. — Особенно учитывая, что ты королева, благословение пришлось бы кстати.

Он отправляется на войну, и может даже не вернётся. Но ты не чувствуешь тревоги из-за этого. Ты даже думала, что он мог бы не вернуться. Как тогда всё сложится для тебя. Тебе оставят трон? Эймонда заставят стать твоим мужем? Или тебя отправят домой? Ты не хочешь думать о худшем, потому что все варианты не слишком желанны тобой.

— Ты ведь знаешь моё отношение к тебе. Благословения не будет искренним, — произносишь ты, отведя взгляд от Эйгона и смотря на людей, которые крепят седло на дракона.

Он снимает перчатку, и ты вздрагиваешь, почувствовав его тёплую ладонь на щеке. Смотря теперь на своего мужа округлившимися глазами, ты ждёшь каких-нибудь колючих слов, может чего-то похожего на угрозу. Ждёшь, что его голос нехарактерно будет сочиться злобой и подавляемым гневом.

— Когда я вернусь, я вложу в тебя ребё��ка, дорогая жена. — Он оставляет быстрый поцелуй на твоих губах, пользуясь моментом удивления сковывающего твоё тело.

Ваши губы разрываются с нехарактерным влажным звуком, слышимым только вам.

Он убирает свою ладонь с твоей щеки, и развернувшись, направляется к дракону, надевая перчатку по пути.

[thenamelessghosts]

Aegon b4 todays episode

[dearsnow]

ORANGE JUICE

- you’ve been invited to a party by your ex’s mother. (aegon ii targaryen x gn!reader modern au, pure angst- no rest for the weary) part of the mixtape 2: our version collab ⚠️ mentions of addiction, alcohol, etc.

based on “orange juice” by noah kahan

word count: 774

a/n - i highkey love writing angst, it’s so fun lol

You set your cup down with a sigh, watching the particles of orange pulp swirl in the bright orange liquid. The party has died down. Alicent looks at you with a heavy heart.

It’s been a hard six months. When you heard about Aegon’s formal decision to go sober, you were happy for him. You really were, despite everything. The drinking started when he was only fourteen, and now, when you’re both 26 and hopeless, he has put down the bottle. And he did it for you, in a sick sense.

Your relationship with the Targaryen has always been an interesting one. You met him years ago, and since then, you’ve had an on-and-off flicker of hellfire relationship. You saw how his wrath could shatter plates and put holes in walls, and for a while, you believed that was all you could ever achieve in life. It took prompting from every well-meaning person in your life to break away from him. Like a bad hangover, though, his taste always lingered on the tip of your tongue.

His mother had always liked you. That’s why you’re at her house in the first place, due to an invitation she sent last night. A quick way to let you know that the Targaryens are not done with you and never will be.

A part of you hoped Aegon would show up, but a bigger part of you was still scared of what he would do if he saw you. The last time he talked to you he was on his knees begging. Begging you to stay, even though he didn’t deserve you. There were tears running down his face, more than you had ever seen. His voice was wobbly and gasping, hands clutching at the seams of your pants. He would go sober, he said. Stone-cold. He would never drink or cheat or be angry ever again. If you would stay with him, he would fix everything. You pulled his hands off you and shut the door in his face, legs shaking so badly you thought they would collapse. It was the right thing, you told yourself. It was all for the better.

You take another sip of your orange juice before the front door opens.

You turn to look, suddenly struck by every doubt that had ever swum in your conflicted mind. He is there, standing in the doorway.

His hair is longer, but for once, it’s neatly combed. There are bags under his eyes, blue and bruised and heavy. The sunlight fans out behind him, casting a long shadow on the hardwood floor. Your heart stops beating yet picks up its pace at the same time. He walks in, wilting slightly under your gaze. He doesn’t smell like booze.

“There’s orange juice in the kitchen. Everything else has been put away.” Your voice comes out scratchy and hoarse, like you swallowed sawdust. He is the saw.

“Thanks.” His tone is unsure, and so are his wobbling steps. You can’t see it, but tears fill his eyes.

In truth, he knew he could never deserve you. He knew it from the moment you met, when the sun was hitting your eyes just right and your shadow was touching his. He knew, and yet he went and fucked everything up.

He thinks, scornfully, that loving you was the best thing that ever happened to him and the worst thing that ever happened to you. You are kind and loving and your hands are as soft as your heart. He is all rough edges that have never been ground down by the push and pull of the tide of life. It just made him gritty and broken.

He told himself that he would fix everything once you left him. It worked a little bit, admittedly. He hasn’t touched a bottle in six months and the holes in his walls have been patched. He wants you back so badly- he craves your presence like nothing else. He craves you more than he craves the alcohol. But he walks away, into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice surely bought for his younger relatives.

You don’t follow him, and in that moment, he hopes you never do. You could never deserve his whirlwind and the destruction it brings, and he will never force you to again.

He takes a sip of juice straight from the bottle. The acidity burns his chapped lips and chewed cheeks. He puts the container back in the fridge, tears slipping their way down his face.

He walks out of his old home, past you, and hopes you will never look back for him.

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[22degreehalo]

On the road with Larys, Aegon must miss Jaehaera fiercely.

His only daughter. Whose brother was murdered in his own house while he slept. Now left behind to face dragonfire with nothing but the hope that his mother and wife will protect her.

It's a good thing she's a girl, at least. If Jaehaerys hadn't already been killed, Aemond might well finish him off to secure himself as heir. As a girl, Jaehaera will never be a threat.

Did he even get to see her while he was recovering? Maybe he refused, claiming that she'd only be scared of him.

Does he see her in all the little children of the smallfolk he passes? The boys watching in on their dads' work, just like he tried to have with Jaehaerys? Playing with their little dragon toys, wide-eyed and innocent?

[agentmilayawithshield]

Sunfyre learning Common Tongue because Aegon never learned how to speak in Valyrian

[ziyuanyuan1113]

"She who, without asking, understood it all and still came to her fate."

Helaena Targaryen trapped in prophecy

Updated and fixed version on Insta

Also posted on Twitter/X

[christophernolan]

Dreams didn't make us kings. DRAGONS did.

[hotdjoking]

Don't mind me I'm just over here thinking about Aegon <3

[maxanor]

AEGON II TARGARYEN & SUNFYRE in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 2, Episode 4, "The Red Dragon and the Gold"

[rhaenyrathecruell]

“Aegon the realm’s delight” is the saddest line ever. Aegon wants to be a daughter so bad. To be coddled and gazed upon with love and affection rather than distain and fear. Rhaenyra wishes to be a son. She wants the loyalty everyone has to be unwavering. She wants to be feared and respected like a man. They are truly two sides of the same coin.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Low key want Aegon and larys and Helaena and Alicent to all run away to Essos purely so this can happen