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lady-morrigen · 11 months

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A wee challenge! Make a four pic mood board for one of your oc's/fics and give us a short summary 🖤

ok so i can't choose - they're all my babies! so uh... have them all lol (also i literally threw these together and should not be considered a reflection of my ability to make moodboards lmao)

starting with Allaegon, we have Aegon Targaryen x Allana Tyrell. Allana is sent to KL as Queen Alicent's ward as a favor to her parents. She befriends the Targ kids, as they're close to her in age. she and Aegon unwittingly fall in love, but a freak accident robs her of her memories and they have to navigate a rocky path to rediscovering their connection.

Fenndry are my sweet babies, Gendry Baratheon and Fenna Smallwood. on the run to save his life, Gendry stumbles upon Fenna during the journey to Winterfell. they fall into a whirlwind romance and Fenna must choose if she is to remain the obedient daughter or run off with the King's bastard.

and, probably my favorite, Starlie! I don't even have a complete story for them yet, but i am so so in love with Steve Harrington and Charlie Myers. i cannot wait to see what these crazy kids get into!

tysm, ily 🖤

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vampire-exgirlfriend · 3 months

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In a world of political ambition and forbidden love, Allana Tyrell is sent to King’s Landing with hopes that she will catch the eye of Prince Aemond and further strengthen the alliance between House Tyrell and the Hightowers of Old Town. While secure in her position as one of Princess Helaena’s ladies, Allana finds herself drawn to the Targaryen prince. The wrong one. -- Bound by Briar, Ignited by Flame

A lil gift for my platonic life partner @lady-morrigen and her incredible oc Allana Tyrell, who owns me body and soul and deserves to have her story told. I'm obsessed with you both and with this love story.

#aegon ii targaryen x original character #aegon ii targaryen x oc #aegon ii targaryen fic #house of the dragon fic #hotd fic #aegon ii targaryen edit #house of the dragon edit #my edit #that's my best friend #super babe: allana tyrell

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lady-morrigen · 1 year

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Allana Tyrell

The Thorny Maiden

#ocappreciation #fyeahhotdocs #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd oc #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x ofc #aegon ii x oc #aegon ii targaryen x allana tyrell #allana tyrell #house tyrell #by any other name #allaegon #moodboard

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lady-morrigen · 1 year

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Share 10 facts about the OC you're currently most excited about

10 facts about my sweet Allana 💕

She loves flowers, botanical gardens, nature... anything lush and green

She had an older brother, Lorent, who was her best friend.

She's a Taurus

Her favorite color is green

She's an "I can fix him" kinda girlie, obviously

She's highborn, from House Tyrell

She avoids growing close/forming attachments because she's afraid of abandonment

However, she makes friends very easily

After Laurent, Helaena becomes her closest friend and ally

bisexual QUEEN 👑

#ask games #10 facts about your OC #allana tyrell #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x allana tyrell #house tyrell #house of the dragon fic #this is the first time i'm speaking about her publicly so #CAT'S OUT OF THE BAG

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lady-morrigen · 6 months

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more allaegon prompts, because i'm insatiable

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜ & ❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

laskjdhflkjasdf thank you for loving them with such ferocity 🥺

and thank you for turning this into something worthy of sharing (and the banner)

RATING: M (fade to black sexual themes)

Allana's fingers trembled, struggling to undo the tightly knotted laces that held the bust of her dress in place. Though she tried to slow it, her breath came in sharp pants, her ribs expanding and contracting painfully beneath the whalebone that bit at her sides. Her exhale was shaky, exasperated, and she fisted her hands in frustration.

Aegon stepped forward, as if the shadows themselves melted around him, parting for him, his voice low with desire as he watched her struggle. "Here, let me take care of that."

His fingertips were rough against the silk as he effortlessly untangled the knot, letting the strings dangle as he met her gaze. She was overwhelmed by his closeness, by the way the candlelight danced over his soft features, the faintest hint of honeyed wine on his breath enticing her, her knees threatening to give out. His touch was surprisingly delicate as he traced his knuckles along her cheek, placing a lingering kiss to the corner of her lips. As he trailed from her mouth to her neck, a soft sigh escaped her, and her eyes drifted shut. She tangled a shaky hand in his hair, anchoring herself in the moment.

"I suppose I'm a bit nervous," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, and for once she did not resent the nerves that bubbled to the surface. His breath was hot as it danced across her shoulder, his lips leaving tingles in their wake.

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” He kissed her again, long and deep, catching her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling softly, his teeth gently worrying at her flesh. “I’m happy just to kiss you until your ladies send a search party.”

With a laugh, Allana melted into his touch, her body responding with a sense of ease, the nerves dissipating like smoke through a sieve. She couldn't resist playfully tugging at his silver locks, pulling him to meet her gaze.

He was a sight to behold. To Allana, he was the most beautiful man in the realm. Though the dark circles gave him years beyond his own, his lilac eyes still held a mischievous glint, a reminder of the boy he once was.

"Am I mistaken, or is Aegon Targaryen attempting to portray himself as a chaste gentleman?" She pretended to swoon, placing her hand over her heart in mock disbelief. His own hands gripped her hip and pulled her against him, so close that she could feel the unmistakable hardness of his length against her thigh.

“You said yourself, the maids talk.” He twisted a scarlet curl between his fingers, his nose playfully bumping against hers. Then, his tone serious, he whispered, “I don’t want to ruin you.”

“I would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you,” Allana said, catching his gaze in earnest, brushing the tip of her nose against his. “In truth, you ruined me for anyone else a long time ago.”

Aegon kissed her then, their mouths colliding with little finesse in a passionate tangle of tongues and teeth, and he effortlessly guided her backward toward the bed. He pressed her against the soft sheets, his arms creating a protective cage around her head, and he kissed her again. She felt like she was floating, lightning dancing across her skin as if to chase after his touch before settling in her core. She whimpered, her lips pressed to his, and arched her hips to meet him.

Without breaking their kiss, Aegon gently pulled at her skirts, exposing her soft, creamy thighs, and laid his body against hers. With a determined pull, he unraveled the laces of her bodice, freeing her from her corset and revealing the delicate fabric of her chemise hiding the supple skin beneath. Hooking a leg over his hip, he pressed himself against her, his hands gliding over her body, squeezing gently as he went. His mouth was hot and wet, sucking bruises into the skin of her collarbone, trailing down, down, and stopping at the swell of her breast.

He looked up at her, pupils blown black with lust. “Tell me what you would have me do, Allana.” Closing the distance between them without waiting for an answer, he pressed his lips to hers once more, his hand reaching up to brush her hair from her forehead as he gazed down at her.

“Worship me,” she whispered, barely able to speak around the emotion and the magnitude of the moment, her heart fluttering, a bird trapped beneath her ribs. “Until I tell you to stop.”

The grin that pulled at his face was feral. “Gladly.”

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lady-morrigen · 6 months

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i know you didn't reblog this prompt list, but i'm sending it anyway because this just screams allaegon to me

❝ i’ve been fighting far longer than you. ❞ & ❝ the more people you love, the weaker you are. ❞

i... you... you really got me to come out of retirement for this! here's a little blurb (1200 words) for my favorite couple in all of Westeros. please be nice, i'm rusty

your support of Allana means the world to me. thank you for all that you do. i love you 🖤

(banner by the ever talented @acrossthesestars)

“No, Allana, you don’t understand. There is no winning here. I’ve been fighting far longer than you. I must do my duty.”

King Aegon paced, back and forth, from his grand bed to the fireplace. He ran a hand through his disheveled, silver hair, turning her with exasperation. She leaned against the bedpost, her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers twisting in a lock of wine-red hair, and raised a brow.

“Poor little princeling. It must have been so hard for you to grow up here,” Allana gestured vaguely around the room. “Surrounded by people who loved you, supported you, who understood you. To have your siblings…” It may have been a stretching of the truth, for she knew that Alicent had never understood him, nor had Otto. But his siblings, they had at least tried.

If Aegon understood the weight of those words, it did not register on his face. He continued pacing. A white silk shirt lay haphazardly across his broad shoulders, his doublet cast aside and forgotten, the untied neck exposing a swath of his chest, glistening with sweat.

“You think any of these people actually love me? I am a pawn, a means to an end. Nothing more.”

His voice was louder now. Allana knew it to be from the wine, but she couldn’t help a slight wince. He would never hurt her, of that she was sure, but the memories of her father’s rage were hard to forget completely.

“Oh Aegon, don’t be such a child.” She ignored his wince at this, refusing to go easy on him, not now. “Helaena adores you. Aemond, he just… isn’t good at expressing his feelings. He loves you in his own way.”

It was true. Helaena loved her family unconditionally. There was no arguing that she was the best of them. She was tender, and delicate, and incredibly passionate. She gave her love freely and without stipulation, from her family to a stranger. Aemond, however, kept his feelings close to the vest. He hardly knew how to make sense of the tangle of emotions in his brain, much less how to articulate them. Yet he would be the first to mount up and fly off in a rage to avenge a perceived slight to anyone he held dear.

“Aemond resents me, because he knows that he deserves the crown, but he’s a second son forced to watch his idiot brother fuck everything up,” he scoffed. “Helaena doesn’t know me. Not really. She wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Which part? The constant drunkenness or the alleged horde of bastards fathered in the beds of every brothel in Flea Bottom? Helaena knows far more than you’d imagine, and she loves you despite it all.”

“I- how did you- That’s not true!” His face blanched, the color gathering in the fists clenched tightly by his sides. Allana wielded knowledge like a knife, always holding on to it until the very moment she knew that the blow would be lethal.

“Oh isn’t it? You’re the king, Aegon. All you need do is wish for a woman in your bed and you shall have it. If you need someone to clean your ass, simply snap your fingers. But if it’s secrecy you’re looking for, my lord, not even you can buy that. The servants will always talk.”

“There’s no proof…”

She had always known things, absorbing the whispers and gossip like a sponge, and knowing when to observe and interpret things left unsaid. When she wasn’t using the Tyrell charm to her benefit, Allana was quiet, yet attentive, a chest of knowledge tucked away in case of emergency.

“You’re right, there isn’t. Though I think a sudden increase in silver-haired babes might have tipped a few people off.”

He deflated at that, the bravado of his anger leaving him. “What am I going to do?”

He had stopped pacing, landing in front of the fireplace, gazing at the flames as if the answer could be found within them. Allana almost felt bad for him. Aegon never asked for the responsibility that rested on his shoulders. When his father died, he had snuck away with the intention of catching a ship to one of the free cities before the news had even left the keep. He was willing to give it all up, to let Aemond rule, yet duty reigned supreme.

“You’re going to stop feeling sorry for yourself, for one. Despite what you say, I know we can fight this. They won’t win this time.”Allana pushed off of the bedpost, crossing the room to stand beside him, her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to ground him. He was warm beneath her fingers, warm and familiar.

“There’s too much at risk, Allana! I am the king! The king does not show weakness.” He straightened, pushing past her to slump on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

“And what weakness would that be? There isn’t a single person in Westeros that would dare challenge a Targaryen. Not a single person in Essos or the Great Grass Sea. The only one brave enough to do so is your own blood.”

“Love,” he choked; the sound hoarse, as if it pained him. “The more people you love, the weaker you are. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t I? You don’t know all that I lost to be here, to do my duty.” She clasped her hands in front of her, so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She made no effort to stop the tears as they fell, hot against her skin. “I loved my brother endlessly and his death cleaved my heart in two. Then Rowan left without even a letter to soothe my pain and I swore that I would never allow myself to love again. I loved my parents, Aegon. Despite everything they’ve done, I still do. Yet they sent me here to grieve alone, a scared girl in a strange place who needed comfort and found none. I’ll never forgive them for that.”

Aegon looked at her then, an expression on his face that she could not place, not unlike one of fear. Fear that she may not love him as she claimed. She crossed the room, standing in front of him, her delicate hands cradling his face as she continued, tilting his face up toward hers so that he may see the honesty in her eyes.

“Love has brought me nothing but pain, again and again, heartbreak after heartbreak, and I’m afraid that my heart will not be able to bear another.” She stood taller now, letting go of him, her chin lifting defiantly. “But I risked it all, Your Grace. I risked my reputation, my safety, and my heart… for you.”

His arms circled her waist, pulling her tight and resting his head against the smooth fabric that covered her stomach. Instinctively, her hand tangled in the shaggy silver hair atop his head, the other stroking soothingly over his back. She held him tight, her tempestuous king, clinging to him, ivy to a mouldering wall.

“I will make this right,” he breathed. “I will find a way. For you.”

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