#aegon tarrgaryen fanfiction

[emilykaldwen]

@mercurygray called my ass out and sent me Moonlight Serenade to finally get me to start that WWII!Abrogon AU, If Found, Please Return. Which is basically Westeros 1940s esque dragon war.

Send me a Song title au + oc/ship!

this was supposed to be a list of ideas buuuut instead you get a two page drabble because I had feelings. this is unbeta'd and like, I literally just finished writing it but it came to me so fast so it's a good monday methinks

Aegon didn’t want to go.

Oh, he’d been ready, Warrior save him (and hells, how his mother would not stop praying and trying to fit every little woven symbol of the god among his things to the point where he gently, but firmly, told her to stop and give some to Aemond. Him and Vhagar were headed towards Volantis with the Redwyne Raiders to hold The Orange Coast), Aegon had been eager in the way someone who doesn’t fear the Stranger could only be.

What better way to prove himself than command his own battalion from the back of his dragon and show that he was made of sterner stuff than the soft bellied boy that his grandfather spat at him.

What better way to gain his own father’s attention?

Cold fingers tighten through his and he brushes his lips against the crown of Abrogail’s hair, where all he can smell is bergamot and rose and feels the knot of nerves inside him ease.

“I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night,” he sang to her as the music of the band wafted over them. He felt her little huff of laughter against his shoulder where her cheek rested, breathless from the wild spinning along the dance floor moments before. He could feel the way her heart hammered against her ribs and how it echoed in him.

‘Why leave?’ He thought. Why leave when he could crawl between her ribs and settle himself in the space inside where he was loved and wanted, and he could keep her warm. He could stay with her. 

Maybe he should demand his battalion get sent to Norvos where Abby’s own orders were sending her. His little rabbit had answered the call and was a nurse at the hospital there.

‘I won’t be far.’ He would be in the hills and patrolling up towards Lorath Bay. How far the Triarchy wars had spread and Westeros had entered the fray once Tyrosh fell and the Velaryon fleet in the Stepstones had been attacked.

“I should put labels in your clothes as I do my sketchbooks,” Abby murmured and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Aegon cuddled her closer. “If found, please return.” The front of her sketchbooks held the same plea, decorated with little rabbits with pleading faces and the address of her father’s law office in King’s Landing.

Aegon chuckled and tilted his head down so he could brush his mouth against the shell of her ear. “So if they find me, they’ll dump me on your father’s desk. I’m sure the man wants words with me.”

“If you’re implying he’s hoping you do not come back, you are sorely mistaken.” Her kiss was warm against his shoulder and Aegon shivered, his hand tightening against the curve of her hip. “If you do not come back, neither do-”

“Hush,” he cut in, a nip to her ear for such talk. She tilted her head back to look at her. Eyes as blue as the Narrow Sea, as blue as the sky he and Sunfyre adored. Abby’s heart shaped mouth was painted a deep red, her curls brushed into submission into a golden red cloud around her shoulders. Aegon rested her other hand on his shoulder so he could cup her cheek. “We’re both coming back. As if anything happens that far north from the fighting anyway. The worst that’ll happened is I’ll get court martialed for getting caught coming to see you.”

Abby scrunched her pretty face up in a familiar, disbelieving expression. “Well, I will miss Sunfyre awfully much. Almost as much as I’ll miss you.”

“I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight,” he continued and Abby’s scrunched up face eased into the soft, dreamy expression that made him wish they were alone, made him wish they were back in his room or away at the little cabin outside Harrenhal where none would bother them.

“A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade,” she sang back to him and he pressed his mouth to hers. Her fingers tangled into his short hair to hold him close, feet moving to stand on his so he could guide them both.

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#5

I think they made Alicent Hightower be a brunette in HoTD instead of going with her almost Targaryen look in Fire and Blood to remind the audience that Rhaenyra's type are brunettes she can't have.

23 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

Someone will remember us

Gif by @daenerys-stormborn

Chapter 1

@sansaorgana i wrote it!

She looks more like her aunt Laena than her mother, she thinks.

Thick silver white hair, the pale eyes of her mother, and the dark skin of her father.

Aemma Velaryon has always been her father’s favorite, just as her mother, Rhaenyra, is King Viserys’ favorite.

It’s because you are his firstborn, just as I am my father’s firstborn, her mother would answer when Aemma would ask her why her father, Laenor, liked her best out of his four children.

After Viserys, Rhaenyra will be queen and after Rhaenyra it will be Aemma.

Aemma wonders if her heir will be a girl too.

She has a dragon, Elēnar, tide. Elēnar has silver scales like her father’s dragon, but hints of Syrax’s gold. Reminded Aemma of their hair, so much that she calls him Ōghar, or Ghar.

Ghar is a little thing, barely a year old and small like a dog. he will grow, grow big enough to ride soon enough, but he doesn’t grow fast enough for Aemma’s tastes.

If only the dragon had hatched sooner, she sighed as turns to look at Hel who doesn’t even blink as she sketched Ghar curled up in the fire he lit in the fireplace. Looks like a shiny glass figurine sleeping the morning away.

“You will never ride the tide, but you will ride the smoke of the sea.” Helaena broke her out of her thoughts as Aemma daydreamed of flying Ghar far away like her Aunt Laena who seems to have all the fun.

“If you say so, auntie.” Aemma doesn’t look up from her book even when she hears the all too familiar sounds of Queen Alicent and the Head Smasher coming here. It’s the soft click clack of her heeled shoes and the noise of heavy armor trailing at a respectful distance behind her.

Father has told her to be wary of Ser Criston, he is not a true knight. He won’t say why, but Aegon had said deep in his cups that Criston Cole had smashed the head of father’s friend, Joffrey Lonmouth, at the wedding of Aemma’s parents.

Her mother had confirmed the tale and now her father was looking for a suitable knight to be her sworn shield. Qarl Correy had only sisters and made her laugh, didn’t treat her like she was simple or annoying and her father liked him too.

He would do nicely.

“Should I go, Hel?” Aemma asked her best friend who shook her head. If Aemma was here, then Alicent wouldn’t try to invade Hel’s space or try to show affection with touch or do anything that makes her feel strange.

“Your grace,” Aemma gets up from her window seat and curtsies like her Septa had taught her.

There is no need for ceremony here, they are ‘family’ whatever that means. Or at least that was what Grandfather Viserys had said and Grandmama Rhaenys agreed with him. Grandfather Coryls had laughed and told her she shouldn’t curtsy to the queen when she didn’t have to.

Don’t be rude, that had been mama’s order when she found out, Curtsy to her even in private.

Or else the Head Smasher will get you, Aegon had whispered when Queen Alicent told her mother she was not being proper by not standing to greet her.

“How has your morning been, girls?” Alicent is nice most days, has her bad days. Most of those are caused by grandfather or Aegon.

“Quiet, Elēnar Ōghar ate a mouse and has not woken up from his morning nap. I am sketching him to see how long it will be when he is too big to fit there.” Helaena answered and got back to her sketch the moment her courtesies were over.

Ghar is the size of a lap dog, grows more the less time he spends in the dragon pit, Harwin says that Ghar needs freedom to grow, not a cage.

“Dragons belong in the Dragon Pit, girls, it isn’t a lapdog.” So, this was one of those bad days.

“He gets lonely there, grandfather said I have his permission to have him in the keep as long as he behaves himself, lady grandmother.” Aemma defended her little dragon. Maybe if Ghar bows to her like she taught him Queen Alicent will be in a better mood and let him stay. “But if it please you, lady grandmother, I will take him back there.”

Aemma whistled to Elēnar who huffed in annoyance and shook off the ash as he left his nest of applewood. “Pay your respects to the Queen, Ōghar.”

“Thank you, Aemma,” Alicent hid her fear well, but Aemma knew she was scared of dragons, even little baby ones like Ghar.

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27 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#3

Someone will remember us

Rated: T (for now)

Tag: @sansaorgana @ocappreciationtag @stargaryenx

Or in which Laenor and Rhaenyra were able to keep their agreement resulting in Princess Aemma Velaryon, the second ruling queen of Westeros

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

39 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#2

"If Daemon were there ---"

Why does Daemon have to be there?

Laenor will be the one holding the baby while Rhaenyra beats the fuck out of Alicent. Rhae Rhae doesn't need Daemon's running from commitment ass to defend her from her ex girlfriend/stepmother

60 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know that scene in Easy A where Olive and the gay friend pretend to have sex at a party and really they were just jumping on the bed and faking noises?

Yeah that's how i imagine Rhaenyra and Laenor faked their sex life during the entirety of their marriage

106 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

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[maddiethefashionista]

@emilykaldwen I’m screaming I love these characters so much and I love how fleshed out Abby is from the get go! Like I love her relationship with Aegon! Like they are ride or die for each other and I can’t wait to read more about them

@mercurygray called my ass out and sent me Moonlight Serenade to finally get me to start that WWII!Abrogon AU, If Found, Please Return. Which is basically Westeros 1940s esque dragon war.

Send me a Song title au + oc/ship!

this was supposed to be a list of ideas buuuut instead you get a two page drabble because I had feelings. this is unbeta'd and like, I literally just finished writing it but it came to me so fast so it's a good monday methinks

Aegon didn’t want to go.

Oh, he’d been ready, Warrior save him (and hells, how his mother would not stop praying and trying to fit every little woven symbol of the god among his things to the point where he gently, but firmly, told her to stop and give some to Aemond. Him and Vhagar were headed towards Volantis with the Redwyne Raiders to hold The Orange Coast), Aegon had been eager in the way someone who doesn’t fear the Stranger could only be.

What better way to prove himself than command his own battalion from the back of his dragon and show that he was made of sterner stuff than the soft bellied boy that his grandfather spat at him.

What better way to gain his own father’s attention?

Cold fingers tighten through his and he brushes his lips against the crown of Abrogail’s hair, where all he can smell is bergamot and rose and feels the knot of nerves inside him ease.

“I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night,” he sang to her as the music of the band wafted over them. He felt her little huff of laughter against his shoulder where her cheek rested, breathless from the wild spinning along the dance floor moments before. He could feel the way her heart hammered against her ribs and how it echoed in him.

‘Why leave?’ He thought. Why leave when he could crawl between her ribs and settle himself in the space inside where he was loved and wanted, and he could keep her warm. He could stay with her. 

Maybe he should demand his battalion get sent to Norvos where Abby’s own orders were sending her. His little rabbit had answered the call and was a nurse at the hospital there.

‘I won’t be far.’ He would be in the hills and patrolling up towards Lorath Bay. How far the Triarchy wars had spread and Westeros had entered the fray once Tyrosh fell and the Velaryon fleet in the Stepstones had been attacked.

“I should put labels in your clothes as I do my sketchbooks,” Abby murmured and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Aegon cuddled her closer. “If found, please return.” The front of her sketchbooks held the same plea, decorated with little rabbits with pleading faces and the address of her father’s law office in King’s Landing.

Aegon chuckled and tilted his head down so he could brush his mouth against the shell of her ear. “So if they find me, they’ll dump me on your father’s desk. I’m sure the man wants words with me.”

“If you’re implying he’s hoping you do not come back, you are sorely mistaken.” Her kiss was warm against his shoulder and Aegon shivered, his hand tightening against the curve of her hip. “If you do not come back, neither do-”

“Hush,” he cut in, a nip to her ear for such talk. She tilted her head back to look at her. Eyes as blue as the Narrow Sea, as blue as the sky he and Sunfyre adored. Abby’s heart shaped mouth was painted a deep red, her curls brushed into submission into a golden red cloud around her shoulders. Aegon rested her other hand on his shoulder so he could cup her cheek. “We’re both coming back. As if anything happens that far north from the fighting anyway. The worst that’ll happened is I’ll get court martialed for getting caught coming to see you.”

Abby scrunched her pretty face up in a familiar, disbelieving expression. “Well, I will miss Sunfyre awfully much. Almost as much as I’ll miss you.”

“I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight,” he continued and Abby’s scrunched up face eased into the soft, dreamy expression that made him wish they were alone, made him wish they were back in his room or away at the little cabin outside Harrenhal where none would bother them.

“A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade,” she sang back to him and he pressed his mouth to hers. Her fingers tangled into his short hair to hold him close, feet moving to stand on his so he could guide them both.

taglist: @fyeahhotdocs, @ocappreciation, @stannisfactions, @fragilestorm, @starcrossedjedis, @darkwolf76, @arrthurpendragon, @dopedaegus, @hiddenqveendom, @mantillon, @lightofthearrow, @songsonacliffside, @acrossthesestars, @insabecs, @prosemoireia, @dragonsbone, @corporalicent, @jadore-andor, @selfproclaimedunicorn, @gwenllian-in-the-abbey, @notbloodraven, @impales, @arcielee, @thesunfyre4446