#aegon ii targaryen imagine requests

[lovelykhaleesiii]

⚠️tw: dubcon-noncon, cockwarming

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No problem I can wait💕, here is the request

Let's imagine aegon is tall lmao😭😭 so he has this girlfriend who is smaller than him and when they have sex she hurts and he most of the time goes crazy how his cock sticks out on her stomach so he doesn't really listen to her and always leaves marks or bruises all over her body however she likes it and really enjoys it and he loves the cock warming, but once they are done he always takes care of her<3

listen, I will die by the hill that TGC is a REASONABLE HEIGHT. he's taller than me so I'll take him <3 but this was very hot to think about and even hotter to write about!!! 🥵

apologies if this is crap nonnie, I always feel like my smut writing is literal shit !!!!

Delicate

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,422.

WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon non-con, size kink, p in v sexual intercourse, cock-warming, mentions of bruises, swearing.

It was a no brainer that the size difference between Aegon and yourself would have its 'consequences'. It was blatantly obvious. Aegon from a young age was considered a larger boy, much taller than the average boy, he was twice the size than his younger brothers, and it would always remain that way. Your petite self did not help the situation either...

Many ladies in the court wondered and worried that if you were to fall with child, by the grace of the Gods, it would be an unbearable experience for you, potentially even life-threatening. Aegon reassured you multiple times, that it was an over exaggeration.

"If my mother could do it at such a young age in her maiden days, I'm sure you'll be just fine, Y/N, I'll make sure of it."

Nonetheless, the sex itself, was unreal...

No matter how often Aegon would pathetically try to ease himself into you, it was no use. It would hurt regardless: his cock was quite thick, along with its just above average length, it was a pleasurable pain only he could provoke. This along with his eagerness to always fuck you senseless, went hand in hand. You often would have to repeatedly remind Aegon in the beginning to take it easy on you, pace himself, as his height and bulky mass would tower over you.

Whether it was in bed or up against a cold, sandstone pillar, Aegon would make it possible to fuck you anywhere. He was a strategist when it came to sex, making it work, no matter the environment or situation.

If he had to have you, he’d have you.

Most of the time, he’d impatiently sought you out in a some isolated corridor or hallway, if you were not already present in the confinement of your shared bedroom. Pinning your smaller frame between a solid wall and himself, his arms would cradle you from beneath your thighs, lifting you off the ground, tip toed, barely reaching the ground, as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wide enough for him to get comfortable.

"Aegon, baby, be gentle with me-" You'd bashfully whimper in the beginning, as the tip of his cock would teasingly stroke your entrance, slowly working its way into your tender folds. He’d always have a sly smirk on his face, feeling his smile against the crook of your neck or on your lips as he kissed you longingly.

You were a broke record, often having to remind Aegon again during the act itself, only this time, with all the might and energy you could muster.

“A-Aegon- please ba-baby. Just give me a-a minute-” You’d breathlessly utter, small tears swelling in your eyes as they naturally fell down your flushed, red cheek. It was an uncontrollable response, and one that Aegon would not realise until the deed was done. Whether Aegon blissfully ignored your pleas or simply did not hear you in between his deep moans and groans, he was a man lost in the moment. Sometimes, you felt it even encouraged him to push your body further, testing exactly how far his limits with you could be…

The deeper he'd try to plunge himself into you, his fast-paced thrusts growing sloppier and slower, as Aegon attempted to shove himself deeper, each push sent an aching jolt to coarse through your body, it felt electrifying. The way your tight, dripping walls would try desperately to accomodate for his size, your hips gradually bucking forward, as your back gracefully arched against the wall. Your arms would be strapped over his broad shoulders tightly, clinging for support, as your nails dug deep into his soft, fair skin. Leaving a chaotic trail of red marks strewed across his back. Your entire body would work overtime for Aegon. Feeling his cock throbbing inside of you, pulsating against your folds, as his tip would stroke your cervix was invigorating.

At times as you intrigued yourself to take a peak down, your sweat beaded forehead resting against Aegon’s heaving, sweaty chest. You could’ve sworn a fair few times, you could see an actual bulge protruding in the low pit of your stomach, as his cock remained heavily buried inside of you. Although, it could have been the rush of adrenaline playing with your mind.

“Fuck Y/N, always struggling to take me princess. Look at you trying so hard to. Is my cock too much for you, baby?”

“Am I too big for you, baby?”

He knew how to shut you up, too. His plump, soft lips moist having licked them so often as he thought about all the things he’d do, on his way to find you.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well. You feel so fucking good.”

Even more so, although Aegon constantly made it known that he had no intention of hurting you, he’d often at times, lose himself. As he worked himself into a euphoric climax, he was oblivious to his own strength against you. His strong grip on the curves of your waist would grow firmer, feeling your walls clench even more to his fat cock. Your warm, hot breath forming a slight dew against his skin, as you’d shyly moan his name, crying for him sent him over the absolute edge. The man was feral seeing you so vulnerable and fragile against him. The way he could so easily devour your body, have you weakly tremble to stand after a round of mindless fucking, you’d struggle to walk like a proper lady for the hours or day to come…It was all his undoing. Nonetheless, just as you would mark him, he would mark you although without any awareness. His firm grip would leave fingerprint marks that would turn to small, purple-greenish bruises in the following days to come, all across your waist line, hips and occasionally even your ass cheeks. It made him feral how easily he could lift and cup each cheek in the palm of his hands, pressing your body deeper against his, as he felt your soft breasts pushing up against his bare chest.

And his mouth did wonders… He loved leaving hickeys all across the sensitive spots against the crook of your neck and your breasts. His lips and tongue sucking on the sweet, lavender scent of your natural aroma from the floral infused baths you’d plunge yourself in, mixed with the saltiness of the sweat freshly perfused on your skin from the sex. He loved it.

Nonetheless, the familiar, warm feeling of your sweet cum oozing all along his cock, dripping through whatever sheer gaps as Aegon moved and adjusted himself inside of you. The clear, white substance pooling down slowly from your entrance down your aching thighs and across Aegon’s balls pushed against you.

It made it just a tad easier for you to relax, the pain less evident, when the extra lubrication was there. And in no time, Aegon’s own load was triggered, a hot, liquid mass shooting through your cunt, before some of his own load would, too, spill past your entrance. If you were generally in bed, Aegon would keep himself buried inside of you, as you both composed yourselves. He’d adjust himself just the slightest, to release some of the tension inside of you, so that you’d be somewhat comfortable. He liked the idea of keeping his cum plugged inside of you, it was exhilarating for him to think you could be so full of him, a deep, primal part of Aegon even, hoping that you could take his fresh seed perhaps…

He would take his sweet time, only tending to you until he caught his own breath. Your breathing would become unison, as he’d gently stroke your dampened hair out of your face, holding your warm body against his own. You were always so weak after fucking, and Aegon undoubtedly felt responsible for that.

At the very least, he would help to care for you in the aftermath, always running a bath, carrying your delicate body from the bed or walking you from wherever, into the water. He’d even insist on cleaning you himself, gently wiping the wet cloth against your skin, being extra careful in between your thighs. He’d dry you himself, clothe you in something sheer and lightweight, and even feed you himself. He always ordered for some dessert, knowing it was your favourite, and in hopes of wanting you to regain even just an ounce of energy. Regardless, he was gentle with you always, and you were very thankful of that.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Aemond's s/o defending him? S/o's words were so scathing and brutally honest, no one can talk back to her.

Your heels click furiously as you ascend up the stairs of the tower to the room of the King’s Hand. A message had come earlier that morning requesting, no demanding, your presence at once and it infuriated you that just mere moments after his return Lord Hightower thought he could just order you around.

The door opened after you had made your way to the top, and the servant left immediately after that. Clearly having been told to give the two of your privacy. "You summoned me."

"Yes, thank you for coming." Otto replied calmly. Clever enough to pick up on the distain in your voice, but also clever enough to know not to acknowledge it. "I wanted to talk to you for a moment about Aemond."

You arched a brow. There were a lot of things you thought this conversation could be about, Aemond being one of them, but your husband had been very low on your list. "What about him?"

"How is your marriage to my grandson going?"

"...Fine..." Again, this was a very strange conversation. But you were still on your hackles as you were not sure where this line of questioning was going.

"That is good to hear. My grandsons can be a... challenge." That sounded more personal than he may have meant. "Aegon is too concerned with the opinions of others. He is reckless in his pursuit of praise and adoration, to the point of weakness."

"Careful," you caution, "is it not treason to speak ill of your king?"

"Aemond is the opposite." Otto continued. Ignoring your quip. "He is reckless in pursuit of damnation. He thinks he knows better. That books and study make up for lack of experience. And for that he will accept the guidance of no others."

"Maybe he does know better. Have you bothered to ask him?"

Otto huffed through his nose. Coming to realize his grandsons may not be the only challenge with your cheek. "I want you to caution him in my stead."

"You mean reign him in?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes." He confessed. "Aemond will not listen to me. He thinks everyone is conspiring against him."

"Aren't you?" You counter back. "You are literally conspiring with his wife to spy on and manipulate him to your own ideas."

"Encouraging him to see reason."

"You can spin this however you would like, Lord Hand, but that is what you are doing and I shall play no part in it."

"You would see your husband break under the weight of his own ambition."

You shrug. "Maybe he will. Or maybe he'll fly. But I do know this, I will not break his trust."

Otto huffed again. Crossing his arms now as he seemed to debate on a new strategy to overcome your objection. “I thought you were clever, and therefore more reasonable.”

Flattery.

“No, you thought I would be more pliable. Because I am the fairer sex? Or because you’re too scared to confront Aemond about your concerns?”

“You know, when the contracts came for who my grandson would marry, it was I who put your House name up for consideration.”

Indebtedness.

“Then I owe you for my eternal happiness. We shall name our 4th child after you.”

Otto sneered. Frustrated at your flippant tone now, but also the slight. “Your husband will die if he continues this path. And the wives to traitors, should Rhaenyra win, do not end well.”

Fear.

You have to admit. That one almost got you.

“Then let us see to it that we do not lose, and my husband will be safe, the realm secure, and all shall live happily ever after under the true Targaryen rule.” You intentionally leave it blank on who would be ruling, Aegon or Aemond, but sure as the sun rose a Targaryen would sit the throne at the end of the day. “Now, if you excuse me, I must return to my duties and my husband.” The tone in your voice letting Otto know that your loyalties had been chosen, and this conversation would not happen again.

Your curtsy like a lady for the Lord Hand and see yourself out. Half way down the stairs you change your mind from telling Aemond about the incident to keeping it to yourself. You do not wish to lie to your husband, ever. But if he heard that his grandsire had conspired with you to keep him on a leash, there was a good chance he would throw the man from his tower. Otto had been right about one thing, Aemond was getting more reckless in his frustrations on the war. Perhaps he had been right to try to help steer him towards more caution, if you could, but it would be for no benefit other than Aemond’s and your future together. You would not be another knife in Aemond’s back for him, nor would you be another pretty pawn for the Hand to manipulate his King, or Regent, with. Otto Hightower was on his own.

[justanoasisimagines]

Marriage Headcanons

Requests are open! I'l be posting for House of the Dragon every day until Season 2. Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner.

❀When Aegon first discovers he's being made to marry. He keeps as far away from you as possible. He doesn't want to get married. Why should he be forced to? That changes when he meets you. ❀Aegon has so many reservations. He doesn't know how to be a good husband. He doesn't know how to be a good father. He attempts to keep your expectations low of him. He doesn't want you to get your hopes up. ❀Except you exceed his expectations. You are patient, considerate and compassionate towards Aegon. The longer the two of you are married, the safer he feels, it allows Aegon to open up. ❀Aegon wants you to attend every meeting with him. He doesn't care for most people's opinions, but he values yours above everyone else. He'll insist you sit right beside him. ❀Aegon deciding to open up and talk about his past. He triesto process having two parents wh were not atttentiive or caring towards him. Aegon's growth as person is due to the love you have for each other. ❀Aegon is being fiercely protective of you. He refuses to allow anyone, to speak poorly of you. He's quick to remind them of his power. He doesn't care for their opinions of you. Unless it's a genuine compliment. ❀Aegon stops getting drunk as frequently. There are occasions when Aegon drinks more heavily, especially when he's under intense pressure. Guilty, Aegon has gotten drunk on purpose because he enjoys how gentle and loving you are to him. ❀Aegon finding new ways to spoil you. Food, art, jewelry, clothing etc. Sometimes Aegon struggles to communicate, especially in regards to his feelings. Buying you nice things, is one example of Aegon showing his love. ❀When the two of you start having children Aegon's terrified. He doesn't want to be a bad parent. He keeps his distance for the first few days until you finally put your foot down. Aegon has to get rid of the initial fear. If he wants to be a better Father, then he needs to be present with his children ❀Any time he takes a bath he wants you with him. Aegon likes to soak in the bath with you, wrapped in your arms, away from everyone. He likes to warmth of the water, your body pressed against his. A perfect way to wash off the stress. ❀Aegon makes time for his family. He's been forced into becoming King. He's constantly told by other's, they think they know better. One aspect of his life he refuses to negotitate is his dedication to his family. If a meeting is not important, he'll take time out to spend time with his family. ❀Aegon is thankful for all you've given him. For the first time, he feels like he understands what love is supposed to be. He'll never be able to thank you for the support and guidance you often give him. Your patience because he doesn't always get it right. However, now Aegon knows what it's like to be loved unconditionally.

[lullaebies]

No clue if your still taking asks for Aegon III and Jaehaera but what about one where they were secretly courting (Aegon giving Jaehaera gifts like jewels, books she likes and maybe telling her a few stories or singing songs?) they do a similar thing to Daemon and Rhaenyra in the brothel (maybe they’re in a tavern or something?). Maybe Aegon II or Daemon catch them, regardless of how they are caught both are confront and Aegon III ends up asking Aegon II for Jaehaera’s hand in marriage then and there?

Maybe Aegon II’s like: “You ruined my daughter who else will wed her now?”

Meanwhile Aegon III: “Wed her to me. I’ll take her as she is”

Maybe it causes and uproar with the Blacks and Greens both protesting against it while Alicent, Daemon and Rhaenyra hear this conversation and are like “oh no…” cause this has happened before and the chances of it happening again are so unlikely. And maybe they’re confronted like when Aemond lost his eye and everyone yells at each other?

(Also it would be funny if both the Greens and the Blacks were to absorbed in their bickering they didn’t even notice Jaehaera and Aegon III’s feelings for each other? And it isn’t until this happened that they realize how deep this runs and maybe they all overreact to this?)

A/N: I will note here before I start that I actually wrote a very similar request to this already over here. Not sure if you were aware of it but bringing it forward for any case, you may enjoy this one too. That being said, you provided a different dialogue route, so I'll still do this req too. What I linked is from Jaehaera's POV - this will be from Aegon III's POV.

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“Unhand my son,” his mother yells at his uncle. “At this very moment!” 

Although sobered by now, Aegon still feels as if the world moves too fast to comprehend. One moment he is in a tavern with Jaehaera, playing with the earrings he himself had bought  her a moon prior and tasting the ale she drank from her very own lips, and in another, he is grabbed, tossed and dragged back here. 

Aegon the Elder has a vice grip on his collar. The man is no towering figure, he is in fact smaller than him, but he had the very hold of death when he had caught them in the tavern’s booth. He tasted the blood in his mouth still from several punches. Tomorrow, his eyes would not be the only thing purple about him.

His uncle releases a dismissive sight. It is only when his father steps forward, clutching Dark Sister’s grip, that anything changes. Prince Aemond stands tall with his brother, and Ser Criston Cole goes to charge against his father, but before any fight can take place, Aegon the Elder throws him to the floor. 

He hears Jaehaera squeaking, held aside by her mother and twin brother. The peasant garb she had worn to the city hasn’t dimmed her beauty even a smidge. Her usually pin-straight hair is a mess, and his only comfort at this moment is remembering how his fingers felt running through it. Her lips are still flushed and bruised from kisses, vibrant red because of him, for him. 

His fingers twitch towards her on the floor, while his brothers surround him.If he had the strength to push them all away, he would. Let me be where I want to be.

“You dare batter a prince? In what world do you think it will go unpunished?!” His mother is still raging. 

“This very one, half-sister,” Aegon the Elder yells back, sounding nearby beastly. “I’d sharply question him, but I saw for myself. He touched my daughter.”

Queen Alicent, still in shock, soon blocks his view of Jaehaera. “How long has this been going on for? Tell me now, Jaehaera,” she begins her questioning. His Haera looks the most vulnerable fawn as all eyes in the room land on her, fiddling with one of her fallen earrings. “Tell me so we can fix this.”

She sniffles hard, teary eyes glancing at him in concern. “A little more than..” she stutters. Queen Alicent presses her shoulders. “A little more than a year.”

Before Aegon could even comprehend the confession, Aegon the Elder comes forward once more, swinging his leg and kicking him straight in the face. “You fucking rat!” 

“Father!” Jaehaera lets out a wail. While Aegon groans in pain, head slammed against the floor once more, it seems as if an all out war is brewing in the room. Kingsguards rush to the middle of the room, while his brothers are ready to jump his uncles. Even Jaehaerys comes to push Joffrey away from reaching his father.

Aegon the Elder, as his mother and father introduced him, had been a sullen slob with only hatred within his very core. But his Uncle stands over him and looks at him with fire that implies anything but hatred, at least when it comes to his daughter.

“More than a year... You think my daughter is a common whore for you to flaunt and kiss at taverns? You think she’s a plaything for you to call upon whenever?” he hisses at him. “You ruined her. You have been ruining her! Your mother may have never taught you consequences, but they exist, in this world. Who would wed her now?”

There are many answers to that question. Normally, in their family, it would be one of her brothers, but Jaehaera has noted she and her close family all dislike that idea. Lords that see an opportunity, perhaps; Jaehaera is the only granddaughter of the King, with a dragon to boot. Anyone with eyes, is another thought, as he remembers her round pouts, and long lashes that bat curiously whenever he speaks.

Yet the truth is, there has been only one answer.

“Wed her to me,” he pants out, the blood from his nose dribbling aside. His voice is unwavering, ever clear in the quieting room. “I will have her. I want her.”

She is mine, as much as her father hates to admit it. She is meant to be mine.

The atmosphere shifts in the room. Jaehaera is frozen in place, teary eyes begging. His brothers and mother all turn to gasping stones, but it is his father that has his eyes completely changed. He moves away from Ser Criston Cole, staring at him.

“You will have her?” Aegon the Elder nearly spits out. “Little prick. You will have her when I fade to ash.”

“That is it,” Queen Alicent then says, pushing her son away from him. “Prince Aegon will meet a maester before we all turn to speak mindlessly. I must see Jaehaera to her own maester as well.” The woman sighs.

To check if I took her, is implicit in her words. I should have. Should have wedded and bedded her before any of them could take her away. Jaehaera’s mother and brother take her away, while Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole both convince his uncle to step away from him. 

“After we know…” Queen Alicent grimaces. “We will speak of this more, Princess Rhaenyra.”

“We shall,” his mother says. “Do trust this will not be forgotten, Queen Alicent.”

Aegon is helped onto his legs by his brothers. Talk of concussions, responsibilities, and temporary madness all come his way from all fronts as they walk the Red Keep’s hallways. At the end, it is his father that takes him to the maester’s door. His father keeps a stern face. Aegon knows his father does not like that side of this family, he knows he hates them more than anything. However, he keeps his pride about him. 

“I don’t regret it,” Aegon says when they are by the guest room assigned to him. “She is meant to be mine. I will ask it again.”

“You will not,” Daemon answers him, cutthroat. His father’s hand reaches to squeeze on his upper arm, hard.

Aegon gulps. There is something sinister about his father’s gaze.

“Ask, that is. You said all that needed to be said, and I know it will be true,” Daemon tells him. “You will have her. One way… or the other.”

His father turns on his heel, and leaves him be. Jaehaera is there at the back of his mind, sweet lips and violet eyes, with her beauty marks and her gentle voice comparing to the calm of moonlight, but the bride price may be costlier than just the blood dripping down his face.

[sapphire-writes]

The Things We Do For Love

pairing: Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader request: hiiii I wanna drop this idea about a secretly in love Aegon Aegon is engaged to Rhaenyra's daughter, she is sweet and has always been in love with him, although Aegon doesn't seem to see her in the same way,he is always considerate of her since they're childrens. Until one day when an old suitor of reader asks to fight for her hand and Aegon doesn't answer anything, he just makes a joke and leaves,reader doesn't show it but she feels sad about it and thinks that Aegon will never be able to love her in the same way and When she is on her way to ask Rhaenyra to dissolve the engagement Alicent stops her and takes her to the secret place where Aegon was training with Aemond, she tells her that Aegon asked her brother to help him train so he can defend her hand since he is in love with her, only he doesn't fight that well and he didn't want to lose the fight because of her hand and she eventually talks to Aegon and he jokes about it and reader tells him that he doesn't need to fight for something he already has, confessing that she's in love with him, even when he's a bad fighter. note: love this request it felt very soft i love soft Aegon 💚 warnings: language word count: 2.2k masterlist

You could remember the exact moment you had fallen in love with Aegon Targaryen. Down to the very position of the sun in the sky, the feeling of the summer breeze on your skin.  

When you were little, the majority of your childhood was spent in King’s Landing. Eager to ease the tensions between both sides of his family, King Viserys quickly announced your betrothal to Aegon when you were both still babes in the cradle. 

It was not an arrangement of love, merely one of duty. Aegon and you grew up beside each other knowing you would be wed someday. It was a fact you felt fairly comfortable with until feelings of love began to blossom. 

“She is not frightening, (Y/N), I promise,” Helaena told you, holding a rather large spider from her fingers. It dangled from her delicate fingers, long limbs stretching towards you. You could count every single one of its black beady eyes, looking up at you. 

You adored your aunt Helaena, but her strange fascination with long-legged insects was not a passion you shared. Aegon spotted you both from across the garden, noticing your pale face and coming to your aid. 

“(Y/N) doesn’t like spiders, Hel,” Aegon said, putting his hands on your shoulder, “she’s just too polite to say so.”

Helaena hummed to herself, smiling softly before turning away from you both. She crept deeper into the garden to release her friend. 

“Are you alright?” Aegon asked, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Your cheeks turned pink at his chivalry. Aegon was not often outwardly kind. You forced a nod, which caused him to grin. 

“Good,” he said, patting your head, “can’t have you dying on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him, nearly breathless. 

That was the end of it. You were suddenly thrown into adoration for the silver-haired prince. 

“Fetch me another cup, Y/N,” Aegon called, at the funeral of Laena Velaryon. You nodded, eager to please your betrothed. Aemond scowled at this, distraught at the way Aegon treated you.  

“She is not a servant,” he told his elder, “she is a princess, your future queen.”

“She’s a sweet girl, she does what I ask,” Aegon tells his brother, watching you depart, “and she will not be my queen for many years.” 

Aemond rolled his eyes. 

“I am sorry for your loss, Lady (Y/N),” Willas Follard said when you returned to the Red Keep following the funeral. 

His cheeks turned red whenever he spoke to you. Willas was a kind boy and a ward of the crown. 

“Mayhaps someday we shall be wed,” he had told you once as you strolled through the training wed. 

You had looked at him with a confused expression on your pretty face, though his eyes were hopeful.

“I am betrothed, my lord,” you told him, causing him to frown. 

“We shall see, my lady,” he promised before taking his leave. 

Years later you were still eager to please your betrothed, at his beck and call. You had hoped love would grow in his heart as the years passed, but it seemed that Aegon was destined to see you as only a child. Only someone he was pleased with, nothing more. 

When he became a man, Lord Willas decided it was time to ask Aegon for your hand. He saw how your uncle was with you, treating you not as a lover nor a wife. He believed Aegon would hear him out. 

“Were you dropped on your head as a child?” Aegon questioned, face scrunched up in confusion. 

“N-no my prince-”

“(Y/N) is a princess,” Aegon said, enunciating the words, “what on earth would she want with you?” 

Your ears perk up at the sound of your name. You had been lounging on the steps leading to the sunken courtyard, nose buried in a book. You hadn’t noticed when Willas had passed you, making a beeline toward Aegon. The two men are lost in their conversation, not paying you any mind. 

You close your book and stand as the conversation appears to take a turn for the worst. Lord Willas has turned rather red in the face as Aegon laughs in front of him. 

“Then I wish to challenge you!” Lord Willas says, voice shaking. 

Your breath catches in your throat. Aegon tilts his head to the side, an incredulous grin breaking out across his face.

“Prepared to meet the Stranger so soon, are you?” Aegon teases, a laugh rolling through him. 

Willas’ face flushes a darker shade of red as Aegon tilts his head back, continuing his laughter. Your stomach churns. Surely Aegon cannot be serious. Surely he would not risk losing you?

“I wish to challenge you, to a duel for Lady (Y/N)’s hand,” Willas says, this time with more confidence. 

Aegon’s laughter dies down, he suppresses the giggles that still flow.

“I’m shit with a sword,” Aegon confesses, the smile never leaving his lips. He is like a madman in that way, always smiling. 

Lord Willas does not answer him, his glare speaks for itself. 

“Very well,” Aegon says, opening his arms, “it shall be a quick duel then.”

He turns and continues his leave. 

“When, then?” Lord Willas calls. 

“Give me a week, lord,” Aegon says with a groan, not turning around. 

Your cheeks are flushed, with embarrassment and hurt. The entire thing was a joke to him then. Your worst fears are coming true. Aegon will never love you the way you did him. He was willing to lose you so easily, you could already feel yourself slipping away from him. Tried and hurt, you retreated to your chambers for the rest of the evening. 

Your mother Rhaenyra could sense something was wrong when you had your food delivered to your chambers for the second day in a row. She brought it upon herself to visit you when you could not be coaxed from your chambers by any of your brothers, or your stepfather. 

Rhaenrya rapped her knuckles against the wood of your door, hearing a soft ‘enter.’

You lay curled up in your feather bed, where you had remained the past couple of days. 

“Daughter,” Rhaenyra called, “my sweet love, let us fetch you a bath and get you dressed.”

You cried the entire time your mother helped bathe you. It was as though you were a small child again, as she poured the warm water on you, and stroked your smooth hair with sweet-smelling oils. Your mother’s comfort released all the emotions you had desperately tried to hide.

“He does not want me,” you sobbed, “he has never wanted me and I have been so blind, so naive all these years not to see it.”

“Shh, my sweet girl,” Rhaenyra said, helping dry your hair, “come, let us get you dressed.”

As your mother helps you dress, another knock comes on the door and Queen Alicent makes an appearance. 

“Princess Rhaenrya,” she says, nodding to your mother, “Princess (Y/N).”

You only hope Queen Alicent does not notice the red that rims your eyes. 

“I wondered if you might accompany me on a walk, the gardens are quite lovely this time of day,” Queen Alicent asks, much to your surprise. 

You had hoped to continue the conversation of dissolving your engagement with your mother. Lips trembling, you nod. You need some fresh air, being cooped up inside for days is not good for your head, no matter how sad you are. 

As you walk through the halls of the Red Keep you make up your mind. 

“I wish to dissolve the engagement,” you tell Queen Alicent. She squeezes your arm, a concerned look on her face. 

“Do not be rash with this decision, my love,” she tells you, smoothing some hair from your face. 

“I have thought long and hard about it,” you insist, “Aegon shall never love me the way I love him. It would not be fair to either of us.”

Alicent purses her lips, leading you further towards the gardens, down a narrow path. The hedges were tall around you, roses sprouting from them hiding you from the rest of the palace. 

“OW!” you heard Aegon’s voice from over the hedges. You frown, looking towards Alicent who has a small smile on her lips. 

“Did you hear that?” you ask, with a confused expression on your face. 

“I told you to keep your guard up,” Aemond’s voice called from the same direction Aegon’s was heard. 

You peered around the corner watching what was going on. Aegon was shaking his wrist, his sword on the ground, and a pained expression on his face. Aemond was shaking his head, adjusting the grip on his sword. 

“This is barbaric,” Aegon said, grabbing his sword.

“This would be quite easier if you paid any mind to our lessons as children,” Aemond scolded, motioning for Aegon to hold up his sword.

“I did not imagine finding myself in this situation,” Aegon grumbled, as Aemond launched towards him. 

“Your right side Aegon,” Aemond said roughly, before slapping his sword over Aegon’s rib, knocking the wind from him. The sword clanged to the stones once more.

“The Mother, have mercy,” Aegon gasped, doubling over. Aemond smirked, clearly enjoying this, wiping some sweat from his brow. 

“What are they doing?” you whisper to Alicent as the brothers continue to fight. Alicent smiles softly, bringing a hand to stroke your hair. 

“Aegon has been training for the duel that Lord Willas demanded,” she tells you, causing your heart to swell. 

“What?” you whisper.

“He has been practicing all week,” Alicent tells you, gazing fondly at her son. You give her a confused look.

“Why?” you ask.

“Men do strange things for the women they love,” she tells you, causing you to scoff.

“Aegon does not love me,” you assure her, eyes flickering back toward him. Alicent smiles and follows your gaze. 

“Oh?” she questions and you give her a quick nod. 

“Come on, quickly now!” Aemond says as Aegon rushes to pick up his fallen sword once more, “do you believe your opponent shall wait for you to pick up your sword?”

“I expect him to be less of a twat than you-OW!”

You stifle a giggle, and Alicent grabs your arm. 

“Quickly, lest we be found,” she says, urging you towards the castle. 

You wait for Aegon in the training yard, hoping to spot him when he goes to return his sword. He is bruised and bloody when he finally appears, silver hair wet with perspiration. Though you hate to see him groaning with pain, it sends a thrill through you to see him so roughed up. 

“Aegon,” you softly call and he drops his sword once more. He truly is careless with the blade. 

“Princess,” he says, scrambling to grab his sword. 

“Whatever has happened to you, my prince?” you ask, feigning confusion. 

Aegon smiles, then winces as it tugs on his split lip. He has a nasty bruise appearing on the top of his cheekbone as well. 

“I fell,” he tells you, releasing a breathy laugh. Your eyes fall to the sword in his hands, and he follows your gaze. 

“With my sword,” he continues, “I fell with my sword.”

“You fell with your sword,” you repeat as he returns the blade to its place with the other training swords. 

“Mhmm,” he says facing you once more, lips tightly pursed together. 

You nod, slowly walking closer to Aegon. He sticks his tongue against his cheek as you approach, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. 

“I saw you,” you tell him, causing his violet eyes to widen. You smile at his surprise. 

“Why do you train with Aemond?” you ask, “why the sudden interest in the sword?”

Aegon opens his mouth, then closes it again. He brings a hand up to his chin, as though trying to think of a witty response. 

“Aegon,” you say before he can think of something clever.

He sighs. 

“Lord Willas was serious about your hand,” he tells you, a blush beginning to form on his cheeks. 

Your face softens as he continues. 

“I am no knight, but,” he bites his lip, trying to find the right words, “I do not wish to lose you, (Y/N).”

You step closer, placing a hand on his chest. Aegon meets your eyes.

“You cannot lose what you have always had,” you tell him, heart beating erratically. You laugh softly, shaking your head. 

“Aegon, I have always been yours.”

Aegon brings a hand to your cheek, caressing the smooth skin, before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, sending butterflies from your stomach all the way down to your toes. You sigh as he pulls away. 

“I am pleased to hear that,” Aegon murmurs, mouth so close the words brush against your lips, “for I have loved you far longer than I care to admit.”

You giggle against his mouth, the sound swallowed by another kiss, his free hand snaking around your waist. 

“And I you,” you tell him, breaking away for a breath. His lips move to your neck, as he chuckles.

note: hope you enjoyed it 💚

[fairysluna]

Hello, I just stumbled into your old account and read and LOVED one of your Aegon fanfics (What Should've Been) and I have a teeny tiny request, if you don't mind. It seems the reader had tuberculosis from the symptoms, especially the bloody coughs, and since Aegon was thoroughly exposed to it, I was wondering if you can maybe make a teeny tiny follow-up about how he also contracts the disease and dies and later joins the reader in the afterlife under the same weirwood tree where she's waiting for him in her wedding gown and Aegon goes to her and tucks a purple pansy in her ear and they walk off into the light, together at last.

Please, I'm terribly heartbroken (and depressed but that's just my usual depression) over this beautiful story and I'd love a follow-up, even if it's just bullet points of what happens 🥺🥺

Author's Note: Hi hun!! I love the fact that you love my story enough to come here and ask me to write more, I will always love to make a follow up of my fics... so this is entirely dedicated to you, love!! thank you for enjoying my writing (and srry for breaking your heart). These are bullet points btw and it is quite short, but i hope you like it!!🤍

WHAT SHOULD'VE BEEN — Aegon's Grief.

Summary: The aftermath of the biggest loss in Aegon's life: you. An epilogue for this story.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Arryn!Reader

Tags/TW: angst, grief, death, mentions of depression, sickness, sensitive content. If something is missing pls let me know.

Aegon didn’t leave his bed for days. The grief and sorrow in his heart was too much for him to bear. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t bathe, he wouldn’t even stand from his bed… the bed he used to share with you.

It was hard for him to go inside the room, the weeks before your funeral he couldn’t even bring himself to look at the door of it. Needless to say, he didn’t even step inside of it until the funeral was over. The sheets were still there, the shape of your body was still seen on the bed. He did not allow the maids to clean up the room; he could smell the scent of death that was left behind, but once he went closer to the bed he was able to smell your perfume… and that was enough for him to bury his face against the pillows as he sobbed and whined.

Alicent tried to go and persuade him to go back to his duties. He had become a King, but what kind of King he was if he didn't have his Queen by his side? What purpose was left for him when the most important person in the world was now gone? The forces of your love had left him without warming, the warmth of your love no longer covered his body in the shape of an affectionate kiss. He felt useless without you, for you were the only thing that brought meaning into his life.

Aemond would start to cover him up in the Small Council meetings and other duties. Aegon was in no condition to fulfill his activities, because not only his spirit was broken but his health was deteriorating with each passing day. The health of their King was starting to cause rumors around the halls, servants claimed that he went mad out of his own grief.

His chubby shape soon became a skeletal one. His rosy cheeks were now pale and bony, his cheekbones being too noticeable now. Alicent would go at night trying to make him eat something, but Aegon had lost his will to live the day he lost you. And eventually, the Gods were merciful enough… and they made him sick too.

Alicent knew what was coming, she had witnessed the same symptoms in you a few weeks ago before you took your last breath. She cried herself to sleep many nights as the Maester would only inform her that her son was slowly dying, with no signs of improvement at all. And then, the hallucinations started as Aegon was being slowly killed by the fever.

His already weakened body could not handle that sickness that came upon him. The lack of food, of sleep, along with his lack of will to live were enough to get him seriously ill, to the point when he started to speak to the maids thinking they were you.

"Oh, my sweet wife," he would say with a thin voice, barely audible. Most of his wording would be interpreted as mumbling and nonsense, "can't wait to see our beautiful child growing inside of you."

A few days later… Aegon passed away in the same bed that he used to share with you, grasping the same sheets that covered your body during your last days, and in the same bed where he held you close every night. And even though that was the day his body died, his soul had left him the same day you left him.

Alicent cried for days after the news, but she wasn't surprised at all. No one was. The love Aegon had for you was too obvious for everyone.

"Not even death could pull them apart," Aemond would say as he consoled his mother during the funeral, where Sunfyre was the one lighting the fire that ended up consuming his skeletal body.

Aegon thought he was dreaming when he found himself standing in the gardens, wearing a black suit but feeling light, the anguish that had haunted him for the past weeks was no longer there.

And then, he heard your laugh.

A small giggle that made him feel as if his heart was beating again. A sound so soft and gentle, delicate and blissful, that it brought a rose color upon his cheeks, which returned to be as chubby as they were before.

At first, he was afraid of turning around, thinking that it was a delusion, some trick of his mind making him hear things. But then, he heard it again, and the urge to look at your beautiful face once again was stronger than any fear that might succumb him. He needed to see you… and he did.

There you were, as beautiful as you have always been, wearing a tighter and less pompous version of your wedding gown. Your hair was falling down your shoulders in cascades, your eyes gleaming with pure happiness as you laughed at the pages you were reading. Aegon was enchanted, mesmerized by the angelic sound your laughter would produce.

He walked slowly towards you, as if he was scared you would become a pile of dust and fade into the wind, but you never did. Instead, you looked up at him and your eyes shined so bright that Aegon was sure he saw stars in them. You were so gorgeous, far from being the sick woman he saw before you passed. You were your old self, the woman who would make him laugh and make him fall in love all over again every single day.

"You came," you said with a radiant smile.

"You know I've never done well without you, my love," he replied.

You saw him picking up a flower from the greenest grass he's ever seen; a purple pansy soon was on your hair, and Aegon's heart felt alive once he felt your lips against the softness of his flushed cheeks. A gesture that he had terribly missed.

Aegon cupped your face between his hands, and looked down to you with admiration and pure devotion. Your eyes were full of life once again; a sight that Aegon wished to never forget again. Before you could say anything to him, he kissed you, and your lips felt warm and soft as they always were. Your touch made him feel like a teenage boy, the same boy that fell in love with you many years ago.

He realized then that he finally found heaven, that all his wishes and pleas were listened to by the Gods by sending him back to you; back to where he belonged.

Aegon saw your eyes once again, and right there he realized that the Gods were finally merciful, because now he got to spend the rest of his life by your side without having the constant fear of losing you again.

He finally found peace, because you were there with him.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Thank you very much! Please, don't rush yourself and don't overwork yourself. You wrote beautifully for Aegon, you did an amazing job.

Y/n, this is an "accident", that happened between Daemon and Rhaenyra, in one of their rare, secret meetings. And the attitude towards you was appropriate. For Rhaenyra, you was a painful reminder, other children were jealous of mama for you, people at court were whispering. And in general, to be one of the older children is not so easy. In general, a complete disappointment. To be honest, Aegon, upon you birth, didn't give a damn, but his mother had mixed feelings. What does he care? Well, yes, you are cute, so what? Yes, the prince felt a little sorry for you, he even, like, sympathized with Y/n, but... Meh...

But somehow the circumstances of life turned out, that you liked Aegon. Just because. How do little children choose, who they like and who they don't like? It just happened that way. People at court sometimes complained to each other, that Y/n didn't have the most pleasant look, as if you were looking right into their souls.

One day, a little you came up to him, to give him a crown of flowers. Aegon knelt down and let you put a wreath on him. Little you smiled a little and said, that his hair looks even better now. "Do you like my hair?" - He asked with an incredulous grin. Y/n nodded. The prince hesitated. He thanked you, said, that your hair is, also, very cute, and remained squatting for a while, with a crown of flowers on his head, after you quickly left. Well, you complimented his hair, so what? It's nothing. But you meant it, right..? The next time, Aegon found himself barking at the person, who made you sniff. You wasn't crying, no, but you was clearly holding yourself back. He doesn't even remember exactly, who he was yelling at. The memories become clearer, when he was already sitting in the garden, with the child in his arms. When he was sure, that you had calmed down, he escorted you to your room. You hugged goodbye, and you told him, that he is kind, good, and that you are glad, that you was not mistaken. "Damn this child many times..." - Aegon thought to himself...

You're much calmer, than your family. Aegon likes it and doesn't like it, at the same time. It's surprisingly nice to spend time with you. You're not a stupid or capricious little brat, you're much wiser, than you seem. Aegon is a little embarrassed to admit it, but he gets attached to you. The ladies-in-waiting or the guards or anyone else see him, playing with you? So what? He is your uncle, you is his niece, he has every right to it! And moreover, shoo-shoo! As you and Aegon grow up, his possessiveness towards you, too, grows.

He definitely introduce you to his dragon. What's your dragon's name, by the way..? Ah, you doesn't have a dragon... Well, it's not a big deal..! This one, who is Aemond, has a dragon, that appeared late, as well. So, it's not a problem at all! His dragon is your dragon, if you wants, he doesn't mind at all. No, the dragon doesn't mind either, don't worry, silly girl.

Aegon classic and Aegon with you seem to be two different people. The prince will hiss and growl at anyone, who even breathes badly in the direction of his treasure. And with you, he is the very charm and tenderness. No, thanks, Y/n not too big, to sit in his arms. And on his knees, too. Yes, he has every right to cuddle with you, what's the problem? You are his, so he does, what he wants! And he doesn't care, that this woman, is your mother, let her deign not to touch his niece! When your mother tried to pull you out of his hands, Aegon pulled you back and hid behind his back. And then, he leaned nose to nose with a confused you, and asked, - "do you want to be with your uncle all week? You and me, all week! - And in response to the joyful nods of yours, he looked complacently at Rhaenyra. - Oh, well, it happens in life. - And he took you to the fireplace."

He will snap at Otto and the King, if necessary. He will gently, but strictly restrict your communication with his siblings, and with yours as well. Without realizing it, he will put it into your growing head, that his possessiveness and greed towards you, are normal. In fact, he himself will not fully understand, that he is strangling you a little too much, with his attention and demands the same from you.

Another family dinner does not portend a happy ending. Well, at least you're next to Aegon. When the prince once again looked at you, you were again raising a cup of wine to your lips. Aegon placed his palm on top of the cup and pulled it down, onto the table. - "Enough, otherwise, they will accuse me, that I teach you bad things, that I get you drunk. - In response, you smiled weakly and nodded." - From the moment, you were in his arms today, he realized, that you are not happy. Your face and voice could lie, but the way you hug him- never. Some phrase sounded, Aegon managed to hear only the end, your name. And judging by the way you squeezed the fork in your hand, it was a very offensive phrase. Aegon has nothing to lose. He took your cup and stood up to make a toast. To you, Y/n, to his sweet niece! What a pity, that only one person in the whole family really loves and appreciates you. For you, Y/n! There was silence. - "Yes, it's a pity, that no one argues with this. - You mumbled softly." - "Nonsense, Y/n, don't listen to him. We all appreciate you very much, dear. - Aemond's calm voice sounded. He really was never rude to you, but he didn't have much tenderness either. You had a rather calm relationship, almost friendly." - "Thank you, my prince. I appreciate your kindness. - You didn't smile at him very cheerfully, even without looking at him. But Aegon looked at his brother, the question was read in his gaze: "do you want to die?" - Everyone knew, that as long as you are in the prince's reach, Aegon will always be somewhere not far from you, and he does not like at all, when your attention is taken away from him.

You loved Aegon very much, and Aegon couldn't do anything about loving you back. Every time, you was supposed to be in his arms, he gave up all his habits. He was sober and all his undivided attention was directed at you. Having you next to him, is holding back the whole "rotten side" of Aegon.

One day, you found him in a broken state. He was very bad. Not from alcohol. Aegon tried to drive you away, so that you would not see him like this, but you did not let him out of your hands until the very end. You stroked his head, comforted him, rocked him, purred kind words. "You're not a bad or lost person, dear uncle. In fact, you're very good person. You are very kind and caring. You're strong. It's just, that you don't show your good sides to everyone. No, Aegon, you are not weak and pathetic. You're not a disappointment, dear uncle. You're just... You save yourself as best, you can... I've always been hiding in your arms, and you're hiding in alcohol and ladies..." - And when he asked, if you still loved him after all this, you just nodded gently. Prince Aegon howled and poured out his soul on your lap until the morning.

As soon, as you sees your uncle with glass eyes and a bitten lip, you immediately removes everything from your lap and sits so, that he could put his head on them. You already knows, what will happen next. As an adult boy, Aegon is hurt, but as a person and soul, Aegon is happy. He is grateful, that there is such a woman in his life... Such a person. Such a gift... He doesn't deserve it... But he wants it, he needs it. He will never give this gift to anyone else.

You has been at the age, when it's time to get married, and Aegon, denies it. You won't get married. These... Dirty nobodies, not only, that they are not a match to you, but they are not interesting to you. He said no! Do they want to marry you off? Then find for you a decent match. But there are no men, worthy of you!

And so, you are crying inconsolably on his chest, because you are unrequited in love. It's been almost two years. And this man, the knight, you love so much, is getting married soon. Not on you. Of course, it hurts him, that you are crying, but he can not understand the reasons in any way. How is it that, you in love with another man..? Like, two years..? You didn't show it at all. You didn't tell him anything. He thought, you had no secrets from each other..! How is it, that his girl will get married? Marry a man? Marry another man? Love another man? Nooo... No, no, no, no, no, no way. No getting married. No other men. No. For you, there is only Aegon, and no one else. No. No. No other man will be able or dare to touch you. Only he can hug you, kiss you, lie on your lap.

The tournament is coming. Today Aegon will finally see the one, who took away your love from him. Speaking of you, where are you? He hasn't seen you yet this morning. Unceremoniously slipping into your chambers, Aegon woke you up and was just about to call the maids, creaking his heart, so, that yoy could be helped to get dressed, but you stopped him, saying, that you did not want to leave the bed today.

"But what about seeing this one of yours..." - "I don't want to meet him..." - "Why?" - "You know, uncle, I've come up with an idea that, in fact, it's even good, that he's marrying someone else. I, to be honest, fell in love with him, because of his appearance, reputation, his jokes. I do not know real him. - Aegon visibly relaxed. - Besides, for example, you are, much more beautiful, than he is, if you think about it. And what, if he's an alcoholic and a prostitute, like you?" - "Hey! How dare you? Watch your tongue! - You stuck out your tongue at him, and he did the same at you, still holding your hand, so warm after sleep. - "So, you don't want to marry him anymore?" - "Well, I still like him, but... No... I don't think, I still want to marry him." - "And, in principle, do you want to get married..?" - "Don't know... If I'm going to get married, it's only to someone, who loves me... Like you, for example. - You slightly slapped his knee. - You love me, don't you..?" - "More, than you can imagine..." - "See? And getting married, in order to give birth to heirs, I think, I don't have to... First of all, I have no claim to the throne. Like you do..." - "Meh..." - "And secondly, the very fact of my birth." - "Oh, love..." - "And third... Well... As someone, not unknown said. You'll never be a good lady! You're too ugly and evil, to be a good wife! Rootless! You swear, like a rootless man! And you drink, like Aegon." - You teased exaggeratedly. - "Who dared to say that?!" - "Guess." - "I'll kill him..." - "Forget it, dear uncle... He's always been like that." - "W... Why didn't you tell me before?!" - "Meh, I shouldn't have been born. Who would listen to me?" - "You break my heart with such words. - In response, you only pulled the blanket over your head. - Are you sure, you don't want to go?" - "Yeah. Tell them, I'm not feeling well. - At Aegon's silent question, you turned to face him. - I cried all last evening and all night, and now my head is splitting. Don't tell them that." - Aegon nodded. Aegon's heart began to hurt. And indeed, looking at the niece's face, traces of tears and bitten lips are visible. It hurts in the heart.

When there was a knock on the door, Aegon answered. "The lady will not come out today, - leaving the chambers, he pressed his back against the door, not letting Alicent into the room. Calling out to the maid, he asked her to bring some cool water and a light snack. - Mother..! She's upset. Don't you know, what it's like, to get upset, because of unworthy men? Don't bother us, please. Have fun." - And not gently snatching the tray from the maid's hands, he slammed the door behind him. Placing the tray next to the bed, he motioned for you to move over. Aegon lay down on the pillows so, that you could hide your nose on his neck again. So that you would be safe in his arms.

"Why didn't you come to me or call me?" - "I didn't want to distract you..." - "What..?" - "You were busy and I didn't want to distract you." - Aegon frowned harder. - "What do you think, I was busy with?" - "With that lovely lady-in-waiting. - Aegon has issued a set of sounds, meaning complete not understanding. You looked into his eyes, without malice. - That one, beautiful. With a mole on the cheek and on the wrist." - It hurts in his heart again. His girl needed him so much, and you didn't go to him for help, because you thought, that some servant was more important, than you? - "Oh Gods, my beloved girl... - He pulled you closer to him. - What nonsense is in your head... There is no one and nothing, - he kissed the top of your head, - more important, than you. You will always be the most important, - he kissed your palm, - the priority in my life." You exchanged endearments and caresses for a long time. His heart always melted, when you looked at him like that. With such love and care. As if he is the only and most worthy person in the whole world. Aegon would rather kill you both, than give you to anyone. And this despite, the fact, that he won't forgive even a tiny scratch on your skin. - "I love you, my precious girl..." - "And I love you, uncle Aegon..." - "I won't let you marry an asshole, who won't adore every part of you." - "And I don't want to marry that one. If marrying someone, then only someone, who is like you... Who will be as beautiful and smart, as you. Who is strong and kind, like you. Caring and funny, like you. Someone, who will be like you in almost everything. - You rested your chin on his chest, to meet his eyes. - Except for the endless interest in other's skirts..." - Now you was smiling cheerfully and hid your nose under his lower jaw again.

No, Aegon will never give you up to anyone, he will never let you out of his hands. It remains to figure out, how to make you only his.

Author's Note- I ended up changing the conversations and the last scenario a bit but damn! The idea was way too great and I couldn't really rest until I had begin writing on it. Thanks for sending me this and I hope you like the results.

Requests are always open and well appreciated.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

My Gorgeous Princess

Aegon Targaryen II x Niece!Reader

Summary- (Y/N) was the forgotten and ugly daughter born out of Rhaenyra's wedlock to Laenor

Warnings- Incest (duh), Child Neglect, Slight Angst

GIF Credits to @fxtxdsxuls

(Y/N) Targaryen was the odd one out in Rhaenyra's children. While everyone seemed all too decked up, she was easy-going and what people considered "ugly". Maybe it was the hatred they felt towards her since she was not Laenor's daughter, fathered by the Rogue Prince; or perhaps it was the fact that her stare was too piercing to most.

Being the eldest was not good at all, add to that the title of bastard which might not be spoken in front but was always whispered behind her back, like a painful reminder of her parents' deed; of their infidelity.

While her own siblings were jealous of her due to her voilet eyes and silver hair, she found comfort in her uncles and aunt's presence. The queen and her father treated her as the eldest of the heir to throne but she was aware of the judgemental gaze they would cast upon her.

Her mother and father treated her appropriately, providing for her every materialistic need but emotionally, they were always far away from her; perhaps not Laenor yet, the need for a mother crawled at the back of her mind.

She was not proficient in Valyrian and her egg never hatched, never. She was, in short, a disappointment and thus, her younger brother Jacaerys was proclaimed Rhaenyra's heir. The excuse she got was "he is the eldest son, daughter."

(Y/N) only found peace in her uncle's presence; Aegon's presence. It was always like they could understand each other without even trying to explain themselves, two disappointments staying together.

At start, Aegon felt nothing for baby (Y/N) but as she gradually grew, his sympathy for her started and increased and he could see himself in her. Trying to do what others wanted them to do but still failing.

The formalities changed into conversations after a faithful noon when Aegon was dozing off beneath a tree and (Y/N) sat nearby, weaving flowers into a crown.

She had called him, offered him a crown made of beautiful wildflowers of various colours. He had only squated in front of her, bowing down his head in a silent way of telling her to place it herself, which she did before commenting, 'Your hair looks better now.'

He had asked whether she likes his hair to which he had received a shy smile and nodded before running off, leaving behind a confused and grinning Aegon who still remained in a squat until he felt Aemond laughing at him.

That incident prompted them to be close and Aegon found himself defending (Y/N) more and more, barking and hissing at people who dared saying a wrong word about her.

The more time he spent with her, he realized how different she was from others of her family. While the others were easily angered, she remained calm and smiling.

He found himself constantly in her presence, embracing her and spending time with her. Her sweet scent calming him down after he was scolded by his grandsire or perhaps his mother. She would always hug her after such, reminding him that he was good, that he was kind and not like people described him.

"You are no disappointment, Aegon."

After he got to know of the fact that (Y/N)'s dragon never came to life, he only smiled and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the dragonpit and introducing her to his dragon. Sunfyre.

"He is as much yours as he is mine, my gorgeous princess."

Aegon had found himself whispering as (Y/N) rubbed Sunfyre's golden scales, making the vicious dragon pur like a lap cat, as if the dragon agreed as well.

Everyone noticed how Aegon was two completely two different personalities, depending upon is his gorgeous (Y/N) is near or not. On one hand he would drink, hiss, growl in irritation; on the other, he would be careful and kind and smiles with his treasure, his (Y/N).

For Aegon, (Y/N) would never be too big to not cuddle or embrace or praise. He would always open his arms when he saw her, embracing her carefully as if she was of glass.

Once Rhaenyra had tried to separate the two but Aegon had moved her around and rubbed their noses together asking her softly if she would spend the week with him, to which, not to Aegon's surprise, the princess had grinned and nodded.

Aegon had only smirked at his sister's shocked face and dragged (Y/N) to the fireplace. Flopping down on the carpet with her in his arms, he rocked them back and fro while smiling ear to ear.

People whispered how the uncle and niece were sticked to each other's hips and how (Y/N) found Aegon's possessiveness normal. They blamed (Y/N)'s likeness for wine on Aegon, which might be quarterly right but not entirely.

Aegon remembered one of their many unhappy family dinners where (Y/N) sat between Aegon and Aemond, just as she always did.

When he had looked up to find (Y/N) raising her cup to her lips, he placed his palm over her and placed the cup on the table, leaning in to whisper, "Enough, my gorgeous princess. Otherwise, they will blame me of teaching you wrong things."

Toasts were made that day and Aegon wasn't paying much attention until some phrase ended with (Y/N). Aegon turned to find the princess squeezing her fork in her hands, her face trying to conceal the displeasure. Aegon had stood up with (Y/N)'s cup, raising the cup in a toast.

"To you, (Y/N), to my gorgeous princess! What a pity that in a family so big, only a single person understands and loves you. I take pity on those who never understood you, for they are missing on one of the most beautiful things the life could offer. For you, my sweet niece."

The entire toast was followed by silence while Aegon sipped on the wine, settling down to a shocked princess while Aemond protested, "All nonsense, (Y/N). We all appreciate you."

Aegon had hissed, threatening his younger brother with death that day for speaking to her, and for denying the truth. His body burning with the fire of jealousy as he growled, not wanting (Y/N) to pay attention to anyone but him.

Aegon had once, tried to send her away from himself, but had failed miserably; at the end, ending up with her wrapping him around herself while whispering encouragements and declarations of never leaving his side.

(Y/N) had been of age to marry for two summers but whenever the word of her marriage was brought up, Aegon would protest so strongly that Alicent had to stop.

It was funny how Aegon saw himself as unworthy of her and yet, he craved his niece. While he saw himself a man worthy of nothing, she was his gift from the God and thus, she was his.

Aegon walked into his precious gorgeous princess' chamber, closing the door behind himself to find her asleep in her bed. Rounding around the bed, he sat down near her legs, caressing her tear-stained cheeks.

"Wake up, princess. Don't you want to introduce me to your knight?" He saw as she stirred, her eyes puffy and red as she looked at him with those beautiful eyes of her. "I don't wish to go," she replied, biting her lower lip.

Aegon nodded, his fingers twirling her silver hair as she purred like a cat. "I just feel so... stupid," she stated, making Aegon sigh as his fingers traced her ear. "He didn't deserve you, sweetheart. You deserve better than him."

(Y/N) hummed, her eyes tearing up slightly. "Did he have to marry?" She asked, her fingers latching on to Aegon's tunic. "Maybe, maybe not," he hummed, smiling as he felt her fingers tracing the intricate embroidery.

A knock on her chamber door made the eldest child of Alicent move, closing the door behind him as he faced his concerned mother and (Y/N)'s handmaiden.

"Princess (Y/N) shall not be attending today's tourney. Bring some water and fruits for her," he stated, pressing his back to the door as the handmaiden nodded, running to fetch what the prince asked for.

"What happened to her?" Alicent questioned, her eyes interrogative. "Don't you know, mother? The sadness one suffers due to unworthy men," Aegon hissed, his eyes darkened.

Before Alicent could say anything, the handmaiden returned with a tray with a pitcher of water and a plate full of exotic fruits, all favored by the princess.

With the tray in hand, Aegon pushed the door close behind himself, confining him and the princess in her room for the rest of the day.

"What do you wish to eat?" He asked, placing the tray on the side table, looking at the princess expecting a reply. "Nothing right now, just come," she whined, making Aegon smile and oblige.

Once in the bed, he felt (Y/N) bury her nose in his neck with his hands wrapped around her waist, her rich scent engulfing him in a place of serene beauty.

"You could have called me last night," he said softly, his fingers drawing patterns on her waist. "I didn't want to distract you," she shrugged, her eyes watching him carefully. "What?!" Aegon exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"You were busy and I didn't wish to disturb you," she explained calmly. "What do you think I was busy with?" He asked, frowning his eyebrows. "With that lovely handmaiden," she replied, observing as the confusion on his face deepen.

"One with mole on her cheek and her left wrist." Aegon wanted to slap himself hard and he wanted to explain to (Y/N) that no matter what, he will always be present for her, no matter what. "I apologize."

"No need to," she replied with a smile. Gathering all the courage in himself, Aegon asked, "Can I confess something?" The princess shrugged her shoulders, watching him with her beautiful eyes as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

"Go on, Aegon," she encouraged him, running her hand up and down his hand. "I... I lo... love you," he said, his eyes looking at her hair rather than her eyes, making her chuckle as she tackled him to lay on his back with her sitting on his stomach.

"I thought you would never say that," she replied with a smile, placing a kiss on his jaw. "You mean that...," Aegon could never complete that sentence, instead focusing on his breathing. "Yes, Aegon. I love you."

Aegon was on cloud nine until he felt her laying down beside him, her leg circling her waist. "So... now?" Aegon asked, a goofy smile on his face. "I will never marry you," (Y/N) stated with a straight face, making Aegon go grim.

"But why? Have I done something wrong?" He asked, his eyes pleading her for an answer. "Well you are nice and caring and loving-" she placed her chin on his chest, as she looked up at him through her lashes. "-except for your endless interest in other's skirts."

Aegon laughed as he shook his head, placing his forehead against hers. Aegon shall never let you go and never would he let anyone gaze at her.

[annikin-annotates]

Hi love!

Would you be interested in writing anything about the Green siblings dynamic and make it happy? 😂 I feel like so many fics about Aemond are dark/sad and that’s fine, it’s more accurate canonically and they’re well written it’s just…I wanna read about my boy being happy even if it’s not realistic 😭😭 and I would love to see him and his siblings getting along, taking the piss out of each other, having fun etc lol

Eden

Hiya lovely! Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice! this is super inspired by the song Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Content Warnings: Nothing, tooth rotting fluff.

(Not proof read)

It was early morning when her husbands soft groaning and stretching pulled you from the plushness and warmth of sleep, rolling on your side to see a lilac and blue eye peering back at you - a worm smile crossed both of their lips. Aemond’s hair was still mussed with sleep “Good morning my Sweet Wife” he greeted you with a kiss on the tip of your nose, a positively girlish giggle escaping you as you stretched. You had yet to become used to being called ‘wife’; never mind the wife of a Targaryen Prince, if your parents could see you, you had no doubt they would be overjoyed with your current standing as a Princess of the realm.

“What are your plans for today, my Lord Husband?” she asked as she huddled closer to him, the warmth of his body calling to her. Aemond Instinctively brought his arms around her, pulling her closer as he hummed in thought, the motion sending a deep rumble through her ears. “Helaena asked if we would like to go on dragon back for a picnic, Aegon and the children will be accompanying also” he said softly, feeling torn. If they went on an excursion, there would be less time for them to have a late rise, but if they didn’t attend - Helaena and the children would be heart broken. “We can’t disappoint the children now, can we?” a tender smile spread across her lips as they broke apart threw back the covers simultaneously.

You had always found it strange that handmaids always seemed to be lurking just around corners waiting to be called upon, as soo as you had opened your mouth to call for a maid - several had tumbled through the servants entrance to yours and Aemond’s shared chambers. The pair of hand maids that had tended to her were ones she had become quite close with in her time at the Keep; Amblin and Aylisha.

You had learned their names, their children’s names and where they had hailed from; Amblin had come from the Reach while Aylisha had come from Esos. When they were first introduced, you had set aside a while day to talk to them and hear their stories, where they grew up and what they liked doing in their free time. It had spread through the court like wildfire - that a princess would treat servants with basic respect.

They had dressed you in a pair of black breeches and sturdy leather riding boots that reached your knees, a loose fitting shirt covered your stays and a riding coat was fastened tightly to you person, your hair was tightly braided away from your face. Giving them a quiet ‘thank you’ before they left the room the same way they entered, your feet carried back to where Aemond stood, your breath nearly hitched in her throat.

His pale hair almost glowing in the early morning sun, the milky expanse of his chest was partially exposed by the unlaced collar of his shirt, she politely shooing the maids away so she could finish gawking in private. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he made his way to you, meeting in the middle of one of the plush carpets in their chambers. Exchanging fond looks as you ran your hand slowly up his chest before beginning to tie the front of his shirt and helping him pull on his jerkin and fastening all of the buckles.

It was mid morning by the time they had begun to make their way to the dragon pit, the Keep was slowly starting to come to life as the exited they large wooden doors and descending the front stairs. Kings Landing was full of hustle and bustle by this time, the small folk bartering with shop keeps, women chattering away to each other in small groups, and wily children playing tag. The sight was enough to bring a smile to your face, and the best part of it all was that nobody spared you both a glance - all of them far too wrapped up in their own lives to notice.

“What has you grinning this morning?” Aemond asked her as they walked up the numerous steps into the Dragon Pit. Vhagar was obviously far too big for the pit, but walking through the pit cut the walk time in half, “I’m just happy today, my love. it is not often you venture out for the sake of pleasure” you responded, a wistful smile on your lips.

Aemond’s brows rose “I never said this was pleasure, we are spending the day with Aegon” he said, amusement dancing in his voice as he pushed the large oaken back doors to the dragon pit open. The doors hinges groaned with the movement, they opened slowly to reveal the backside of a near mountainous hill - she thanked herself, the gods, and her maids for dressing her in breeches today.

Ascending the hill was not so bad - the view of the city was glorious this morning. Casting your eyes down the other side of the hill was when you saw her, the largest dragon in the world; and your husbands mount - Vhagar. The histories Aemond pours over constantly never did the she dragons size justice, and if Vhagar was this big - how large was The Black Dread? you shuddered at the thought.

The she beast was flanked - at a safe distance of course; by two other dragons Sunfyre the Golden and Dreamfyre, their riders and their children. Though a fourth dragon was out a little farther its brilliant blue left no room for debate - Tessarion, Daeron’s mount. Tessarion was a large horned beast, The Blue Queen was an egg from Silverwing’s clutch - the late Queen Alysanne’s mount.

You gave Aemond a nudge to the ribs and pointed to Daeron - sending the three of them an excited wave. Daeron, Helaena and the children returned the sentiment, waving excitedly to you; while Aegon hardly looked capable of lifting his had to give more than a half hearted wave. But you could see the lazy grin that toyed on his lips.

The both of you made your way down to the gathering family to mount up, Aemond allowed you to climb the rope lader on Vhagar’s side first - him following close behind. Aemonds chest was pressed firmly to your back as he tied the ropes and belts around you both “Try not to fall from your dragon!” Aemond called to his brother.

To which Aegon gave him a vulgar gesture before covering Jaehery’s ears to yell to his brother “Oh piss off!” he called back to Aemond. “It will be a long way down!” Daeon called, a wry smile on his lips, “You shut your mouth or I will have mother and Grandsire send you away to never return!” Aegon snapped, though there was no malice in his voice.

You let out a cackle - it wasn’t often you got to see them al interacting to comfortably with each other. All of them either had too many duties to attend to or were arguing with each other - though the arguing was mostly shared between the two brothers. Helaena always seemed more relaxed outside of the Keep’s walls, her shoulders held no tension and her eyes shone like Amethysts catching sunlight.

“Soves, Vhagar!” Aemond called, commanding Vhagar to take flight, Vhagar began to move with thunderous noises and movements making your whole body rattle. Feeling and seeing the ground fall away from your feet never got any less unsettling - though you do now have your tendency to scream under control; now only letting out a hushed “Oh gods” as you white knuckle the pommel of Vhagar’s saddle. You let go of the pommel when you felt Aemond’s warmth beckoning you back to his chest, you settled in for a long flight.

The wind whipped so violently around you that you almost felt bad for Aemond behind you - your braid ought to have been smacking him repeatedly. Though the thought quickly left your head as the ocean passed beneath your feet, you could hardly contain your gasp, “beautiful, is it not?” Aemond asked, voice barely audible over the rushing wind.

You nodded “It is most exquisite!” you beamed, “I was talking about you” he hummed lowly into your ear, heat rushed to your cheeks “Oh hush Aemond!” you replied, trying to hide your giggle. The cerulean blue of the ocean stretched on as far as the eye could see, the expanse of darkness broken by an occasional ship and the foam of breaking waves.

The hours in the saddle passed by rather quickly when flying, there was always something new to look at; be it a new species of bird, large fish or the occasional whale in the water. Aemond often found himself pointing out things his love would enjoy, the excited giggle never failing to make his heart soar with happiness. Not many things happened in Aemond’s life made him happy, but you? his love, the very breath in his lungs and the blood thrumming in his veins - you did.

Dragon screeched were heard all around as Tessarion and Daeron shot by them both, “Catch us if you can!” Daeron yelled, his voice fading as quick as it came as he passed them. Daeron was egging both his brothers on, a flash of gold zipped by you both, hot on his little brothers scales “Last one there is a virgin!” Aegon cackled. You looked back at Aemond - giving him a nod as if to say show them who is boss. He let out a throaty laugh before offering Vhagar another command “Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry!” he shouted.

Vhagar gave a begrudging and thunderous grumble before heeding her masters orders ad diving after the other dragons, leaving Dreamfyre and Helaena to follow after them at a much more appropriate speed. You let out a happy yelp as that fluttering feeling happened in your stomach, the kind you get when you were falling. the ocean was fast approaching the three brothers and their fourth begrudging passenger. Vhagar suddenly banked left to soar past Sunfyre and Tessarion, both dragons parting out of respect for their elders and to make room for her immense size.

Ocean blue waters quickly became a patch of lush green grass as you began your descent on Vhagar, the chilly air becoming less intense the closer you got to ground fall. Vhagar was the first to land, followed by Tessarion and Dreamfyre, Sunfyre landing last. The four dragons landed with relative smoothness, the ground beneath the largest of them crumbly slightly at the sudden force thrust upon it.

The four of them sat together indulging in the delights that had been stowed away in baskets on Dreamfyre’s back. Everyone’s favourites had been packed; Lemon cakes, Roast meat, cured meats, both sweet and savoury pies and wine and water. You leant back on the heels of your palms, watching the children play tag with Daeron; the sound of laughter rang out across the open field as Daeron caught Jaehera and spun her around in his arms. Aemond looked across to Helaena and Aegon; Helaena peacefully embroidering while Aegon sipped at his wine, he tilted his head towards your ear.

“Perhaps he will get drunk enough to fall from his dragon” he remarked light heartedly, causing you to gasp “Aemond!” you giggled, playfully smacking his upper arm. You looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours and all was right in the world “Avy jorraelan”, he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“And I you”, you whispered back.

High Valyrian Translations

Soves, Vhagar! - Fly, Vhagar!

Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry! - Quckly Vhagar, after them!

Avy jorraelan - I love you

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So I have an idea...I recommended it to another blog but I'm pretty sure Tumblr just ate my ask up.

Aegon falls in, Imma say infatuation, with a dancer from Dorne while she is performing at a feast or festival. Because of that they start having an affair, a bit of an open secret mainly between him and his siblings, and you can decide if they have children or not it doesn't matter. Otto and Alicent continuesly threaten their relationship and Aegon does what he can to protect their life together. He even goes to her to try and convince her to leave with him and she's there when he gets crowned.

But, by the time the Dance is happening, she tells him that he shouldn't be fighting with his sister, you can end it however you like. Kinda want it a bit angsty.

oooo this sounds like a roller coaster relationship, but fuck Aegon with a Dornish girl !!! apologies if this feels rushed, tried to include every detail in the one, sorry if it dragged <3

Infatuation

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Dornish!Reader

WORDS: 2,920.

WARNINGS: smut, NSFW, swearing, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N - just a side note, let's pretend that the little surprise with Rhaenys and Meleys doesn't happen for the sake of the story LMAO. I may have gotten carried away... BUT THAT IS NOT A CRIME.

The gratifying attention that greeted you as a lucrative performer all across the Seven Kingdoms, you had become familiar with now. The lustful eyes of many men and women, that fell upon you as swayed to the slow, sensual music that chanted the halls and arenas you'd performed in, was something you sort of became almost blissfully ignorant to.

Occasionally, some men brave or drunk enough, would attempt to lure or even try to bargain a decent price for a single night of solace with you. Many a times you'd denied them the chance, although during the times you found yourself lonesome and downcast, and depending on your clear judgement and primal intuition of the man, you'd politely agree to their company for the night. Leaving them unaccompanied and asleep in the morning before they could awake to your haste departure.

Although, no man ever came close to who would lust for you next...

This was a big, if not the grandest event yet. Practices and rehearsals strenuous, preparations arranged long before your crew had arrived, and tonight the night. Much to your relief, you did not feel anxious nor excited, although thankful the time had come for you up till now you'd grown quite exhausted. The pay was decent, and the profit you'd make at hand on tips, would mean you may have enough by the end to return home to Dorne for a few weeks of much needed rest.

The crowd was large at hand, none like you'd ever seen before. Men, women and children showcasing their wealth wearing the finest cloths and silks you'd ever seen, their fingers and necks done with glistening jewels of gems and stones you couldn't pronounce the names of and the feast at hand, all this food that could feed the homeless by the thousands. The women in their elegant, detailed dresses looked stunning. Being present in such places, you felt as though you were disobeying the law, that you were out of place and were doomed for punishment if caught. Your role as a performer was your mask however, you felt behind the curtain and costume, although revealing, you knew you were just a background figure. You often felt the fleeting stares of those passing by, many too occupied in their own conversations, as they wondered through the great hall of the castle. This had been your first sight of the castle, and behold the Iron Throne, it was a marvel if ever seen, you did not think it real and actually pinched yourself upon seeing it. Nonetheless, it would be the last you'd ever come to see it, or so you thought...

They had placed you performers in the centre of the hall, on a platform high enough for everyone to see from their tables and seats, the royal family also seated on a platform as they oversaw their guests, their subjects. You had only ever heard of the members of the royal Targaryen family, not being granted the chance or priveliege of seeing them. Before the night and performances had commenced, each was introduced before the arrival of King Viserys himself, who looked as though his days of living were waining thin. His eldest son, and supposed heir according to rumours whispered across King's Landing, you'd come to notice his eyes did not leave yours. He ate and drank as he did, all the while remaining unengaged in no conversation, many a young women attempting to capture the attention of the young prince, all failing.

You tried to pay no mind, for your performance at hand kept you moving, although the chances that you'd got, although fleeting, you did confirm that his eyes still strayed in your direction. However, you felt absurd and somewhat sheepish to think he was solely looking at you, for you were not the only performer present. And so you allowed the night to go on, paying no mind.

****

"The Prince commands for your presence," The young knight gestured, for you to obey.

"Which young Prince is it?" One of your fellow colleagues enquired, curious as to who may be seeking you out at this time of the night.

The performances complete, the feast to an end, you maintained composure and did not dare to venture another glimpse towards Aegon. Although, just as you had all finished repacking bound to make your way towards the city's local inns, a knight of the Kingsguard summoned for you, on behalf of Aegon you boldly presumed.

"Prince Aegon."

The others looked around at each other dubiously, your eyes remained of the knight, as you felt your body freeze. You knew better than to cave in and go, however a yearning in the pit of your stomach began to spark, a part of you wanted to. Not to ignore, he did 'command' for you.

"Uh-Perhaps the Prince wishes for someone a bit more acquired to his tastes, someone with much more experienced for his liking," One of the older woman performers had interjected, brushing past your side, as she confidently walked towards the knight.

Although she was met with a definite no.

"The Prince requests for you-" He reinstates firmly, as he redirects his gaze from the woman to you.

No words uttered in response, only a mere nod and you'd slowly felt the power in your legs to move. Following the guard behind, as his strides were fast and long, he came to complete stop by a large, wooden door, knocking before moving aside as the door barred open slightly enough for you to enter.

You looked to the knight for one last sign to persuade you not to go, although nothing. He remained like a statue by the wall, armed and alert though paying no mind to you.

As you entered, you noticed Aegon standing by the fire with a goblet firmly in his grasp.

The door shut behind you, causing you to jump, although you composed yourself quickly.

Taking a swing of the drink inside, wine you'd assumed so boldly again, as the room stenches of its sweet, sour fragrance, before placing the cup on the stone shelf of the fireplace. His gaze framed onto you, you felt uneasy as his eyes lingered with hunger. He closed the distance, now only a few inches from you, his lilac eyes examining your every detail, wandering up and down before meeting yours again.

"What is your name, sweet girl?" He deeply uttered.

You stuttered before blurting your name, you were not stupid as you knew what exactly he had wanted from you, although troubled for you wanted no consequence of this night to follow.

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. Tell me, have you ever laid with a man?"

"Y-Yes," You stutter again, you never felt so bashful like this before, you felt your cheeks fluster as he encircled you, like a predator trolling its prey.

"Hmm, but not with the King to be?"

Your eyes hovered over his wet lips as he exchanged those words, chills gushing past your spine. His hand began to reach through, snaking his arm around your waist, his palm gently squeezing your ass cheek, as he pulled you in deeper. Your breasts pushing up against his chest, before you could take a final breath in, his lips crashing into yours, feeling his tongue push his way through into your warm mouth.

You hadn't even realised that he'd managed to guide you towards the bed, before your legs collapsed, seating yourself down on its cushioned edge.

"Undress yourself." He commanded, no fault in his voice, as he unbuttoned his own clothes.

You did as told, revealing yourself completely naked, the cool night air breezing through the open window along your body, your nipples hardened from the chill.

Aegon was quick to notice, and crawled his way ontop of you, his lips meeting yours again, as one hand kept him propped up, whilst the other massaged your breast. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck before nibbling down on the tender fat of your tit, slowly moving his way over as he sucked on your nipple.

Instinctively you felt yourself straddle him, seating yourself down comfortably on his naked thighs, the feeling of his hard cock, grazing your entrance as you slowly began to sway yourself back and forth. A wetness beginning to trickle down, your inner thighs, as it craved for him to be deep inside you. One hand gripping his shoulder for support, your nails digging deep, whilst your other entangled in his short, messy hair, tugging on its platinum strands.

"A-Aegon," You whimper, your head lunging back as he remained suckling on the other tit, red marks left behind where had previously occupied.

"Mhmm, call for me, sweet girl. You have no idea how badly I imagined you moving like that on top of me tonight-"

The tip of his cock began to peek through your folds, you tried to plunge yourself deeper into his lap.

"Not yet-" He ordered, that same, deep growl he evoked when he first told you to undress had reappeared.

Much to your dismay, he laid you back down, as he moved himself lower down towards the end of the bed, nestling his upper body between your thighs, his arms pulling your thighs apart, as his mouth came face to face with your wet cunt.

"I need to taste you for myself."

His tongue began to lick the wetness that pooled down the entrance of your folds, his lips just grazing your skin softly, before delving in deeper and deeper. You could've sworn you heard him moan, before his tongue lapped deeper between your folds, licking you up. You felt your entire body go number, the only sensation you could feel was his tongue encircling your cunt.

Aegon was sloppy although, you had to give credit, for he knew his way around your body. After he had devoured your 'sweet' taste as he described himself, he found himself finally thrusting his cock deep into you. Your back arching the deeper he thrusted, his groans becoming louder, as your legs knelt up.

"Your cunt was made for me, look at you taking me all in," His cock was thick and pulsing, you felt your walls stretch with each thrust, losing yourself as you edged closer and closer.

As you screamed Aegon's name, you felt a warm, shooting force fill your inside. Aegon slowly pulling his throbbing cock out, before collapsing by your side, panting as he catches his breath.

"W-What did you do?"

Still slightly breathless, Aegon turns his attention onto you, as you seat yourself up trying to clean the mess between your legs.

He simply smiles, his hand stroking your back.

"Simply make you mine."

****

Since that night forth, you hadn't left Aegon's side nor did he relinquish you of his. You did not intend to, and despite being almost certain you would swell with a child in no time, it seemed it was not in the Gods favour. Although, Aegon made certain you remained with him. He provided for you like no other man nor companion ever did, he established a home for you in a closeby, friendly inn close to the castle, if he felt it be too risky for you to stay the night with him.

The only people who had come to know of this affair was that of his younger siblings, his brother Aemond, and sister-wife Helaena. Helaena did not mind, for she did not wish to fulfil Aegon's needs, nor have the passion to be his dutiful wife. Aemond was simply grateful that he need not chase his brother in some dodgy whorehouse from the Streets of Silk, since your arrival and newly found companionship, Aegon was satisfied with you.

However, it wasn't long before his mother, Queen Alicent and his grandsire, the Hand, Otto Hightower, would come to hear of the rumour spreading of infidelity.

"Aegon! You must quit this folly at once, rid this poor girl of your lust and bid her farewell that she does not pursue you herself!"

Aegon simply ignored his mother's protests, and his grandfather's vile threats and insults, relentlessly branding as the "Dornish whore." He had taught himself well of how to remain ignorant to such demands, although found himself defeated as they did not approve of his newly found happiness.

"I have finally come to love one, one sweet girl who's company and words I cherish, and yet you are not content. You will never be content!"

He argued relentlessly for you for months, and although you were not there to defend yourself, Aegon would defend you regardless. You had left the company of your work, your dreams of returning to Dorne expired, since you'd met Aegon, and now only greater news had further cemented this union.

"A child, Aegon, our very own little babe!" You gleefully cried, tears of joy gushing past your cheeks, as you cupped Aegon's relieved face. Although, his smile slowly began to fade, as his worries began to consume him.

"What is it, Aegon, what's wrong my dear? Are you not happy?" You jerk, as you slowly pull away from him.

His gaze off you for a split second, had returned, taking a step towards you as he held your arms, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Of course I'm happy, Y/N, you and the news of this babe-" He looks down to your stomach as though you'd already began to show.

"This news is sweeter than the finest honey in Westeros," You laugh, before he resumes his seriousness.

"I-I just cannot help but think of the awful things that may arise, if word reaches my parents, or worse, my grandsire."

"A-Aegon, it'll be okay. I-I can disappear for a while, until the babe is born if needs be-"

"No!" He interjected loudly, his grip on you tightening as though fearful you might leave this very moment.

"I won't have you alone in such a vulnerable state, I want to be by your side when our babe is born, do you understand." You simply nod in response, a part of you relieved Aegon did not consider such a drastic option.

"We shall figure it out in the morrow, my sweet girl. For now you need rest."

****

It seemed the very next morrow had brought in a miracle. Although morbid, King Viserys had passed, his rapid illness had taken its course, and word had spread like wildfire throughout the castle. You had remained with Aegon overnight, for he did not wish nor wanted to risk you departing. He needed your comfort, as much as you needed his last night. And although it was unfortunate that Viserys had passed, Aegon felt no sorrow, for you'd come to know of his dislike for the man.

"He was no father-" Aegon revealed woefully, one intimate night in bed.

"He did not love me nor any of his own kin after Rhaenyra."

In reality, you could say he'd grown without a father figure. And yet now, everything would change.

You'd both been awoken to a loud banging on Aegon's door. Thankfully Aegon, managed to hide you in a closet before his Mother would enter abruptly, only sparing him a few moments to don pants.

She explained it all to him, that Viserys' last wishes were for his firstborn son, Aegon, she repeated his name as Viserys presumably did, to become heir to the Iron Throne.

The news was overwhelming to say the least, not only for Aegon but for you. Aegon has a lifetime hearing whispers of plans that he was to be rightfully upheld as heir. Rhaenyra was no where near King's Landing and someone needed to rule.

To some degree, Aegon was slightly prepared, although he did not wish for this. And yet, the look on his face as his mother elaborated plans of his coronation, it all began to click. He did not hesitate, did not refuse to be crowned, instead he did as his Mother instructed, and after she had left, he sought for his guard Ser Arryk, who would prepare and escort you to the Dragonpit.

"Ensure she is there and safe, and that she is ready for what is to come."

As you'd gifted Aegon with a final, passionate kiss before leaving, your hand clutched your stomach as you rushed with Ser Arryk, who had grown accustom to you overtime. He managed to find one of Helaena's servants that helped to dress you for the occasion, in a fine, green dress, and immediately snuck you into the Dragonpit, on a platform above the stadium out of eye view, although you both able to watch the coronation unfold.

You watched carefully as Aegon entered, stoic in his expression. The Conqueror's Crown laid on his head, before the roaring applauses of the mass. The smile that grew on his face, reflected on yours, for you knew that this meant, he was now in control. In your mind, you could see it all play out so vividly, the way he would deathly silence his kin's threats against you, how he would be haste to find a master to annul his marriage to Helaena, for he knew that many would not protest for most of his subjects saw the old Targaryen tradition as an 'abomination' and finally, for you to be reinstated and united as his rightful Queen and wife.

Aegon was King now, all your problems would be dealt with as necessary.

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

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𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 <𝟑

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aching to touch her (aemond targaryen x f!reader) -In one of the searches for his drunken brother in the pleasure houses, Aemond finds his aunt there and cannot help but feel the sweet and bitter feeling of jealousy. Lucky for him his aunt will show him how crazy she is about her nephew. ○

[justanoasisimagines]

Riding on Sunfyre with Aegon II Targaryen

Hey my lovelies, back with another Headcanon. I enjoyed writing Aemonds so i figurd when not write for Aegon's too. My requests are open and you can find my request guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Up until he met you, Aegon considered Sunfyre the closest to him. Tense relationships with his mother, brother and sister. ignored his father. He often found solitude with Sunfyre.

❀However, when he meets you. Then you become someone important to him. Someone who is understanding and kind. You see Aegon and don't immediately second-guess him.

❀So it's natural for Aegon to want to introduce you both. Besides you, Sunfyre is extremely important to him. Aegon also finds flying the only escape besides drinking.

❀Aegon is extremely sympathetic when it comes to you being nervous. It's only natural for you to be hesitant. Dragons and large and powerful creatures. Aegon also believes they are great judges of character with an instinct to protect their rider.

❀Aegon reassures you leading up to meeting Sunfyre, he knows you have nothing to fear. Then he leads towards Sunfyre, you're taken back by his beauty.

❀Aegon introduces you to Sunfyre, verbally communicating to Sunfyre how important you are to him. He tells Sunfyre he can trust you, before proceeding to help you reach out to pet Sunfyre.

❀Once your acquaintances are made. The next step is to get you onto the harness. It takes a while for you two to figure it out. After some time, Aegon figures it out. He settles behind you, holding onto you tightly.

❀He allows you to hold onto reigns, showing you how to direct Sunfyre. He's holding tightly onto you, as you figure it out. It's a lot harder then you could have possibly believed. However, Aegon wants you to know you're in control.

❀Aegon points out different sights as you two ride high above the sky. Aegon feels free and content for the first time in alone time. He's able to share this moment with you, he's also spending time with Sunfyre. You're both important to him.

❀After your flight. Aegon's first call of duty is to get you some riding clothes made. He's going to make sure you'll be more comfortable on your next flight.

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Hi, I love this acc sm!

Just asking if you could do a Jaehaera lives and Daenaera marries Viserys ii au? thanks sm!!

“You can eat it still. I’ll manage, Daenaera,” Jaehaera tells her good sister. Daenaera prances around the room as if she is a lady-in-waiting still, taking the fish dish she had been eating and putting it on the balcony for the morning birds to gobble up. 

“Your words are most kind, your Grace, but your scrunched nose betrays you,” Daenaera grins as she sits back down on their tea table. They most often have their tea times at the gardens, but Jaehaera’s fatigue had not allowed them such luxury. Daenaera had combed her hair, but they both agreed she is better off remaining in her comfortable nightgown for the day. “The smell of the Strumm fish wards off Viserys, too. Regretful I must give up my defences, but I’ll manage for my Queen.”

Jaehaera lifts her teacup to her lips, a thin smile stretched upon her tired face. “Newlyweds should be sweet on each other. Should I worry you want my good brother repelled already?” 

Daenaera laughs, her pretty smile accompanied by a playful gaze. “Oh, there are no concerns there. Should he have been any sweeter, he may have not allowed me to attend my duties to you on this fine day.”

Jaehaera shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “You are going to make Viserys resent me,” she says. They’ve come a long way since their initial meeting and the accusations of her ‘bewitching Aegon’, but Jaehaera’s matching of her good brother and Daenaera bridged them true. She hopes that it won't go to waste. “Regardless, you are not my lady-in-waiting anymore. You must remember to enjoy your own bliss; you needn’t attend any duty.”

“On the contrary, your Grace. You are my good sister now, and my duties are attended from the depths of my heart,” Daenaera says as if she is speaking out a poem, smoothly, and leans forward to bring a hand over Jaehaera’s palm. “On such exciting days I couldn’t bear not to see you, Haera.”

Jaehaera smiles gently, bringing her other hand to her belly. She had been anxious when the signs had started to show. The maester Daenaera brought from Driftmark in preparation for her wedding had also been the maester that confirmed Jaehaera is with child. The Grand Maester would’ve had to tell Aegon — but she had wanted to know for herself, first. They only made headway with their own intimacy this year. The changes are coming with such haste she hasn’t managed to internalise either her fears or her excitement. 

Swift knocks are heard from behind the door. “King Aegon the Third and Prince Viserys are at the door, my Queen,” Ser Willis Fell announces. “May they enter?”

Jaehaera snorts. Ser Willis wastes no opportunities to show his allegiance. Should Aegon have stood there alone, he could not make them ask for permission, but Viserys standing outside the door means he must mind her chastity. 

“Speak of the devil,” Daenaera’s smiles from ear to ear, turning her body around to the door. 

“Daenaera,” Jaehaera exclaims softly, amused. She clears her throat to raise her voice. “Let them in, Ser Willis.”

The door opens for the two brothers. Aegon’s dark amethyst eyes fall on her tenderly, and the hand that brushes on her belly moves to her lap. She nearby told him yesterday, when he embraced her to calm sleep, but had found him lulled to sleep before she could find the courage. It is always on the tip of her tongue.

“And here I thought you’d keep me out, good-sister,” Viserys says, walking over to Daenaera in steps that seemed more reflex than thought of. “Wife,” he says, planting a full kiss on her silver locks.

“If it was up to me, she would,” Daenaera answers, giving a kiss of her own to his chin.”The council went well, I’d hope?”

“As well as you’d expect from a council all due to be swapped,” Viserys says. “They take too long to make decisions as simple as deciding what establishments to be patrons of for The Smith’s Day. The answer is in the day’s name, for heaven's sake.”

“The Smith represents all labourers, good brother,” Jaehaera chimes in, leaning back against her chair. “There is some merit in that discussion, I fear.”

Aegon drags the chair beside her to sit down. “Let him complain. We all know the true reason he does,” he says. “He has been tortured to keep a charming smile for the entirety of it. A wonder the corners of his lips are not set in it permanently, by now.”

“Should you budge a smile for once, I wouldn’t have to blind the room with mine,” Viserys says, taking his own place with his wife. “Dear sister, I implore you to have him practice his smiles. He cannot leave you to endear the realm to the crown on your own.”

“I am certain the realm will soon be overwhelmingly endeared to her and The Crown in tow. His Grace is only aid, one way or another,” Daenaera chuckles to herself. 

“Pardon?” Aegon asks, tilting his head. The goblet of wine he poured for himself is held by his chest as he stops to comment. He poured herself one, too; she had been the wine fan of them two, but alas, she cannot allow herself to drink much. “I don’t think my wife needs any assistance in these matters.”

Jaehaera smiles. A few years ago all would doubt that claim entirely, but she supposes all things are due to change. She ought to embrace this possibility and make it true; the son or the daughter that are growing in her belly deserve to be loved by the realm, as they deserve to be loved by their father.

She looks at Aegon midway his sip, at the line of his restrained lips. Jaehaera raises herself on the chair, fixing her posture, hand coming back to her belly. “Perhaps, but assistance will come anyway. The babe will be of great aid, if my husband will not.”

Aegon’s wine spritzes from his mouth like a rush of rain. It stains the teal of Viserys’s doublet and furthermore his face, to Daenaera’s great laughter. Jaehaera cracks a wide smile at the display, and especially when Aegon turns to her whole. 

“Truly?” his goblet is left aside, reaching out to her wrist. Jaehaera nods gently, letting her eyes crinkle at Aegon in hopes his will return the favour. The king does not disappoint, his face coming to her own for a swift kiss that stamps his smile on her own.

“I am all congratulations for the both of you, and the realm,” Viserys says, trying to clean off some of the wine on his doublet while Daenaera brushes away his wet fringe from his face, still struck with giggles. “But you most definitely will have to rely on your wife and child in charms, dear brother.”

Aegon shakes his head, kissing her one more time before he turns to his brother. “We will see how you will take it when such news comes to you.”

Feeling at her utmost bravery, Jaehaera hums. “My aversion to the scent of Daenaera’s beloved fish dish had been a most important indicator. Perhaps we should check if you are due alongside me, dear brother?”

“Those damn fish,” Viserys’s ears turn a shade of pink. “I take it back. My nephew or niece will have to do the work for you both.”

Daenaera kisses Viserys’s flushed cheek; soon enough his face brightens. Aegon brings a hand to Jaehaera’s stomach too. Jaehaera hopes the son or daughter within her hears the joy they already brought forward.

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Yay lovely! I was wondering if you think you could write something with Aegon & Helaena where Aegon takes their younger sister!reader (or not a sister if you’re not comfortable with that) as a second wife, but it focuses on Helaena x Reader plzzzz 💞💞💞

The Queens ~ Aegon x fem!Reader x Helaena

warnings: 18+ smut below the cut (fingering, oral fem receiving, cuckholding, teasing, more dominant reader) word count: 2.0k note: okay I kind of made this filthy (reader is a lady in waiting) but I was in the mood for some smut and as a raging bisexual I thoroughly enjoyed writing my first Helaena smut! hope you enjoy 💖

You remembered when you first felt feelings of desire surge through you for the princess. 

You had hurried to Helaena’s chambers that morning, running late from breaking your fast. You were one of her favorite ladies in waiting, though Helaena only told you that as to not hurt the feelings of others. 

“There you are!” Helaena exclaimed, her pretty face breaking into a smile, “I hoped you could assist me, I cannot seem to get the rouge the way I would like.”

You smiled, walking toward her. 

“You spend so much time in the gardens, princess, you already have such a lovely glow,” you tell her, smoothing some hair from her shoulder, and taking the blush from her hand. 

Helaena blushed as you kindly scolded her, bit her lip at the smile that teased on your face as you uncapped the rouge and dipped your fingers into the pot. 

You’re so close you can count the silver lashes that frame her lavender eyes. 

“Here,” you said, leaning close, “perhaps just a bit, on the apples.”

Helaena’s violet eyes remain locked on your focused face as you begin. You spread the rouge onto the apples of her cheeks, smiling as you create a glow to her luminescent skin. 

“Perhaps the lips as well?” you asked, dipping your fingers toward the pout of her mouth. 

“Yes,” she breathed against your fingers, sending warmth pooling into your belly. 

“Let me get closer,” you murmur, scooching towards Helaena, eyes trained on her lips.

You left her chambers that morning with lips reddened by her sweet kisses.

It took little to no effort for Helaena and you to continue your meetings. Aegon was rarely present in the mornings and Helaena always called for you. 

Fear trickled into your relationship with the princess at talk from your father to marry you off to some lord in the Reach. Helaena was distraught at the idea of losing you, remaining sullen and closed off from her mother, other ladies, and the children. 

“You must get up, Hel,” Aegon had prompted, sitting at the edge of his wife’s bed.

Helaena said nothing.

“What would you have me do?” Aegon begged, disturbed at his wife’s state.

“The dragon must have three heads,” Helaena tells him, silently crying.

Aegon frowns at this.

“You would have me wed her?” Aegon asks, “This would not upset you?”

Helaena sat up in bed, clutching his hands in hers. 

“Would you?” Helaena asks, eyes wide and watery, shimmering pools of liquid amethyst. 

Aegon strokes her cheek.

“If it pleases you, of course, I shall,” Aegon tells her. 

So you were wed to Aegon, joining Helaena as one of his wives. Now Aegon had the namesake of the Conqueror and his legacy to match.

Though it was well-known who truly called the shots in your marriage. Helaena clung to you, like the sweet little dove she is, fingers always laced through your own as you paraded through the Red Keep. Aegon and you took longer to warm up to each other, though Helaena was desperate for you both to get along. 

It took some time, but you and Aegon found your rhythm. Where he was authoritative with Helaena, he surrendered himself to you, often enjoying the power you seemed to hold over him. In your chambers he was not the firstborn son of a king, he was simply a man, kneeling and begging for your affections. Which is how he wished to begin the night, tonight.

Aegon knew as soon as he got into a disagreement with Helaena, she would run to you for comfort. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, see the words ready to spill from her soft lips before she turned to leave. He waited in blissful agony until finally being summoned to your chambers. 

As he enters the chambers he sees you with Helaena, laying on the bed. A disapproving look on your face as you run your hand through her soft silver curls. You click your tongue, eyes aglow with mischief. He’s hard already, straining embarrassingly through his breeches. 

“Take off your clothes,” you tell him.

There is no title attached, neither prince nor husband. Aegon does what he’s told when it comes to you, and he quickly rids himself off his clothes. 

“Sit down,” you tell him as he walks closer to the bed.

Aegon glances at the chair, before sitting down, legs spread, cock standing at attention.

“I like you like that,” you call to Aegon, “far away from her.”

You squeeze Helaena’s breast in your hand for emphasis before kissing the side of her neck. She is on full display for him, seated between your legs leaning against your back as one of your hands trails dangerously lower down the soft skin of her stomach. Brushing lower, past silver curls your fingers spread apart her silky folds, teasing the sensitive hidden pearl.

“You weren’t saying that last night,” Aegon insists, eyes darting between the hand that massages Helaena’s soft breast, and the one that dips into her entrance. 

Helaena releases a breathy moan as you curl a finger inside her walls, just one to keep her placid and wanting. Her lashes are fluttering shut as pleasure washes over her from a subtle crook of your finger.

“You were much more well-behaved then, if I recall,” you tell him, scraping your teeth against Helaena’s neck before kissing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. 

Aegon grins then, enjoying the game already.

“I think you enjoy punishing me,” he murmurs, violet eyes meeting yours.

“And why would that be?” you ask, further teasing him by adding a second finger into Helaena’s greedy cunt. 

Her hips buck against your hand, her head falling against your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” he answers, head tilting to get a better view, “it brings you pleasure.”

“This,” you curl your fingers expertly against Helaena’s spongy walls eliciting an elongated moan, “brings me pleasure.”

Aegon brings his hand to his cock, encouraged by Helaena’s pants.

“Ah ah,” you scold, “you’ll do nothing of the sort.”

Aegon squeezes his cock, releasing some precum that dribbles down his tip, before obeying your command. He can feel his jaw tighten as he watches your fingers quicken, your thumb tap that sensitive little pearl that makes Helaena tremble against you. 

“Oh, oh,” Helaena moans, clenching around your fingers as her release washes over her. 

“That’s it, my sweet girl,” you praise, slowly removing your fingers and peppering kisses anywhere your lips can reach.

Helaena has done nothing wrong, after all, and deserves nothing but affection. She smiles up at you, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

“Let me taste you,” she murmurs, “please, please my love.”

You hum softly, brushing the hair from her face and kissing her.

“Lay down my sweet,” you instruct and Helaena lies on her back.

You climb up her torso, kissing up her stomach and between her breasts, pausing to take her hardened peaks into your mouth, suckling at her nipples and nipping the soft skin of her breasts. As you make your way upwards, you straddle her face, lowering your dripping cunt to her awaiting mouth.

You sigh with satisfaction as Helaena begins to spread your folds with her tongue, dipping into your dripping center. Aegon is beginning to crack now, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure Helaena gives you. 

“Do not touch yourself,” you call to him, as his hand inches closer to his cock.

Aegon whines, thrashing in his seat as you roll your hips against Helaena’s eagerly lapping tongue. You drag your hands up your stomach to cup your breasts, squeezing them as Helaena buries her mouth between her silky folds. Her tongue has weaved its way so perfectly into you, thrusting against your tender walls. 

“You live to torture me,” Aegon says, hungry eyes locked on the nipple your fingers play with.

You smile coyly at him as Helaena’s hands squeeze your bottom before she moans against you. Helaena knows just how to please her lady wife, and knows just where to lip, nip, suckle, and kiss to have her shaking and trembling from pleasure. 

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” you tease, a moan escaping your lips, “fuck Hel just like that.”

Always eager to please, Helaena’s grip on your arsecheeks tightens, small fingers digging painfully into the tender flesh, sure to leave bruises. Her tongue abandons your clenching hole, dragging its way back to your throbbing clit. Helaena never tires of burying her face between your thighs, relishing the sweet sounds that spill from your lips, the sounds only she can truly bring forth. 

She knows what every sweet sound means, like reading music. The notes of your pleasured cries paint the back of her eyelids and she moans, knowing you’re close to your peak. 

“A wicked enchantress you are,” Aegon taunts, for it’s all he can do besides claw the armrests, “What sorcery have you cast on me to make me obey you?”

Your smile grows and you lean back, reaching your arm around and massaging Helaena’s neglected clit. She thrashes beneath you but never lets up her movements with her mouth.

“You enjoy being told what to do,” you tell Aegon, “that’s what makes you such a good boy.”

Aegon whimpers as you close your eyes, pleasure beginning to crest within you.

“Please,” Aegon begs, “please let me, and I’ll be good to you.”

“The reward is greater if you’re a patient, sweet boy,” you purr, “you know this much is true.”

Aegon bites his lip and digs his fingers into the armrest. His cock is hard and angry, the tip weeping precum down the sides of his thick shaft. It twitches in the cool air, desperate for relief. But he knows now if he’s not good, none of that will be awarded to him. His best bet is to wait, and hope desperately you’re in a giving mood. 

Your moans reach a new octave and you shudder around Helaena’s head, mouth falling open in ecstasy. You relish the feeling of your orgasm shuddering through you, sending warmth flooding through your limbs, before easing off of Helaena’s face. You kiss her then, tasting yourself on the slick that covers her mouth and chin, pressing your body against hers. You love how it feels to be on top of her, feel the smooth soft flesh of her breasts pressing against yours. 

You look up from kissing her, meeting Aegon’s eyes. 

“Are you done being cruel?” Aegon asks pouting. 

“You’re pushing your luck with that attitude,” you say, feeling Helaena wrap her arms around you, “We could go several more rounds and just leave you there.”

“All hard and wanting,” Helaena adds, giggling below you, “you’re so mean my love.”

“I suppose it would teach him a lesson,” you tell her, kissing her collarbone, “perhaps he’ll cum after all, we needn’t touch him.”

“I wonder,” Helaena giggles, fingers stroking your sides.

“Please,” Aegon begs, eyes wide, terrified at the thought of being unsatisfied. 

“What do you think Egg?” you tease.

“Please let me be good,” he whimpers, “I promise, I’ll be good to you.”

You hum against Helaena, bodies slick with sweat, moving against each other in a pleasurable rhythm. You moan as Helaena enters you with her fingers, eager to please you once more. 

“Perhaps in a while,” you tell him, a shiver of pleasure rolling through you, “if you stay nice and quiet.” 

Aegon whimpers once more, head hitting the back of his chair, but does not protest as you and Helaena tangle yourselves together once more.

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A Dark!Aegon request

A/N: I'm sorry i could not respond to the request but it was lost somehow here on tumblr so I hope this reaches whoever asked it.

pairing: Dark!Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader

summary: Aegon's reaction to reader being betrothed to Aemond.

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Angst, rape, somnophilia

Aegon was furious, he wanted to jump over the table and strangle his sister for her words. He wanted to strangle his brother for daring to touch you and kiss your hand. He wanted to strangle the rest of the family who clapped and congratulated the couple. But he composed himself and merely sipped on his wine.

You however could feel a storm, you could feel Aegon's heated glare. You were no dumb girl and could feel his fascination with you but he has never acted on it.

Aegon was no idiot like everyone else thought him to be. He waited for supper to end and for everyone to go to bed before sneaking into your room. You were humming to yourself as you brushed your hair.

Aegon hid behind a wooden screen as you finished your song and moved to your bed. His eyes caught sight of your small cloth sitting beside him for the maids to take to wash later on after you had fallen asleep. His fingers twitched as he reached for it feeling his trousers tighten.

He had to suppress a moan at the feeling of the silk material. his other hand fumbled with his trouser pulling himself out already fully erect having been worked up during dinner imagning himself fucking you right then and there in front of is brother to show him who you belonged to.

He pulled the material closer to him and sniffed the smell of you. He almost moaned out loud but held himself back. He moved the cloth down on his shaft rubbing the tip with it. His breathing quickened as his rubbing did. He almost came right then and there if you had not shifted signalling you had truly fallen asleep.

He slowly creeped out from behind the screen with your cloth still in hand. You did not move or show any signs of consciousness so he resumed walking closer. You were laying on your stomach with a hand under your head and the other spread out beside you.

His footsteps were quiet and deadly at such a late hour. He paused beside the bed and reached over to pull the blanket back. You shifted a little but did not wake up. He smirked and moved to climb beside you on the bed.

His heart won over his min and his hand slowly pulled up your nightgown to show you most private parts slightly wet from whatever you yourself were aroused by. His hand with your small cloth creeped up your thigh and pushed apart your cheeks. He shifted so he laid on his stomach with his legs dangling off the bed.

His head neared your hole and liked a long strike down to your numb. Your squirmed a little but nothing more. He held your cheeks more firmly and moved back to licking at your hole. A moan broke out from your lips as his tongue prodded inside of you.

He moved one of his hands to tickle at your other hole then moved down to your pussy. You whined quietly as he forefinger pushed inside of you. His lips wrapped around your pearl sucking harshly, now he was desperate to hear your sweat sounds.

A moan broke through your lips, your walls clenched around his finger alerting him that you were close. He quickened his movement enjoying every second of your ecstasy. You squirmed a little as you juices gushed out. He lapped faster and faster riding out your orgasm and at the same time growing high at the taste of you.

He moved to straddle your thighs unable to stop himself anymore. He rubbed the reddening tip of his cock up and down your hole teasing the both of you and gathering some of your slick on himself. He pushed in slowly not wanting to hurt you, his sweet niece who knew nothing about the betrothal. Yes you were a dumb baby who did not know what was good for her.

"ahhh" You finally awoke as his cock bottomed out inside of you. Aegon's eyes widened wickedly at the sight of your maidenhead blood leaking out when he moved out and back inside. You shifted with difficulty to see what was going on and found your uncle staring back at you.

"Aegon?" You questioned. A moan bubbled up your throat as he moved his hips again. He smirked and leaned down until his chest was flush against your back.

"My sweet niece is all mine now" he whispered possessively. He snapped his hips harshly now that your walls loosened around him.

"Aegon I am to marry your brother" You protested trying to turn around. his hands immediately held you down.

"No you will not. You are mine" He growled picking up speed with his thrusts.

"Ahh no" You protested but all he could hear were your moans. He reached down between the mattress and your body to play with your numb making you squirm even harder.

"Uncle please" You begged but was it for him to stop or continue you yourself did not know. Aegon's thrusts grew harsher as he also neared his release.

"Cum my dumb baby" He commanded. Your face planted on the pillow feeling sparks all over your body. Aegon held himself back, if this was what it felt like to have you cum around his cock, he needed to feel it once more.

"Shit, you feel so good" He moaned in your ear. He was vocal in bed and was not ashamed about it. He moved on his knees pulling you with him. Cock still inside he thrusted like there was no tomorrow.

"Aegon, more" You begged giving into the pleasure. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. You hips moved back to meet his thrusts. You needed more.

"Yes, beg for my cock you dumb whore" He whined. His hand came down on your rear so fast and so hard you cried out from the impact but it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"I'm cumming" You warned loudly. Aegon smirked leaning down to mouth down your back letting you move your hips on your own.

"Please, move" You begged pushing back against him fearing that your orgasm will shimmer away. Aegon felt merciful and straightened again thrusting inside of you again at an angle hitting that special spot making you shake and shiver.

"Yes!" Your voice grew louder as your orgasm washed over you. Aegon whined pulsing inside of you and holding your hips in place when you tried wiggling away, you did not want his cum but he was going to give it to you anyways.

"Aegon" You warned but it was too late, he sputtered his hot seed deep inside your cunt with a cry.

"You're all mine now" He grinned loudly letting you fall on your mattress exhausted from the act.

"I will seed you until the sun rises and I am sure it had taken" He was evil and you had no energy to fight him as he did just that.

[sachaa-ff]

Hello 👋🏼

do you write for Hotd? Like I’m obsessed and I just want to know if maybe you will accept some demand?

hi love

aah honestly I’m obsessed too, the Targaryen effect is hard on me 👀

I’m down for it, girl give me your request and I will write for u!!

=> request open 🫶🏼