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[novaursa]

Another story by your choice?

Let's switch this around today. Your men come to you and say they've managed to capture an important Targaryen/Blackfyre leader.

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[sugarpopss]

Better Uses for Company Time (2)

Yeah I FINALLY fucking wrote the next chapter, I'm deep in my chubby Aegon shit again. He's my stress eating terrible baby man. Again I have to tag @who-told-you-this-was-butter who's chubby Aegon art makes me bark at mailmen

No real warnings? Mentions of smoking and alcohol and generally being kind of horny, Aeg's got some shit going on with the mommy issues but that's not news

Aegon didn’t even know what charity the party was for. The snippets of conversation he’d heard gave him the vague impression of something like ‘children rescued from an underground fighting ring’, but that also didn’t sound like something that actually existed. He supposed it didn’t matter all that much. The charity was getting a huge ‘fuck off sized’ donation and T&V investments was getting a boon in public opinion, something they desperately needed. 

Those two facts were not nearly as (literally) pressing as a third fact was. The third fact: Aegon was absolutely fucking squeezed into his suit. 

He hadn’t worn the blasted thing since he’d gone to his nephew Jace’s graduation from prep school-the same prep school all the boys in their family went to, so Aegon really hadn’t understood why he needed to attend. He’d much rather have sent Jace some shitty drugstore card with a check in it and slept until the early afternoon. But he did have to go to the stupid thing, sweating and squinting in the early summer sun like a fucking idiot. 

In last summer's sun, more specifically. A lot of things had happened since then. 

1: Aegon had attempted to quit smoking (twice) and had picked it back up (twice). 

2: A new Braavosi restaurant that operated mostly in take-out had opened exactly one block from his apartment. 

3: His younger brother had begun a kickboxing class at his university’s gym.

Two of those things were directly related to the state of Aegon's suit; he tended to graze and snack when he wasn’t smoking, and nothing was better for nicotine cravings than a full stomach. In service of that goal, Braavosi food was surprisingly heavy for seafood-it worked even better than ice cream, leaving him calm and sleepy rather than sugared and jittery. 

The third thing that happened was still related to the bite and squeeze of his suit, but in a slightly more indirect way. 

Aemond’s kickboxing class shouldn’t have affected him at all, but it did, in a way. It affected Aegon because when Aemond talked about it, he got the most shit eating little smirk, and Aegon had to sit across from him at the weekly family dinners their father insisted upon and look at his stupid pointy face. Something in Aegon just filled up with spite at the sight of that smirk (or self loathing or jealousy or loneliness, or some disgusting cocktail of all of those feelings topped off with some delicious ‘I wish mother was that attentive to what I say’ sprinkles), and sometimes that spite drove him to take thirds of supper and seconds of dessert, just for the satisfaction of catching a split second of disgust on his brothers face. It was fine. That’s normal and fine and extremely regular, well adjusted behavior. 

So, yeah, a few things had happened in the past ten or so months, things which all contributed in some way to the current bite and pinch of Aegon’s suit trousers into his thick hips (Thankfully not into the sensitive flesh of his belly; he’d had to make the executive decision of buttoning the stupid pants underneath it. The surrender would’ve hurt his pride if it hadn’t been in tatters for years already.), the uncomfortable snugness of the jacket around his shoulders and upper arms, and the faint creaks of strain ominously issued by his shirt buttons. 

But he’d wiggled into the gods-be-damned thing and shown up, because his mother had bitched (not that convincing) and his grandfather had given him that sharp Hightower glare that made Aegon want to wet his pants and curl up underneath his bed like a 23-year-old toddler (very convincing). 

At the very least, the suit biting into parts of his body that should never be bitten-nonconsensually, at least-was by far the most intolerable part of the night. Haunting the edges of the rented ballroom and periodically flagging down the prettiest waitresses wasn’t the worst way to spend an evening. Seven hells, he’s had worse times at other T&V events (The yacht party of two years ago had been particularly disastrous-Aegon had slipped the bartender a ten moon note in return for never cutting him off, told Helaena that she looked like an egg in her all white blouse and skirt set, then violently upchucked over the side of the boat. Just another addition to ‘Aegon’s Greatest Hits; Familial Humiliation Edition’.) 

Maybe he was being a bit of a bitch about it all-sue him. 

Or maybe sue him because when he turned around from snagging a canapé (or two, or three, fuck off) from a waitress with tits like life preservers, he turned right into the path of the receptionist he’d thought about every time he’d stroked the ol’ dragon for at least three months. 

Oh. Oh fuck. 

In all honesty, being around her made Aegon feel a little bit like an HR disaster-in-waiting. He just couldn’t help himself from sidling up close (far too close for a professional environment, but it wasn’t like Aegon had a real position at T&V anyway) and saying the first thing that popped into his mind-which was usually some variation of a come-on paired with a backhanded compliment. 

He couldn’t help it. He liked the way she would look at him, then away, then back to him, how she’d shift and shrug him off but didn’t get genuinely upset, how sometimes-not often, but sometimes-he made her laugh, and Aegon couldn’t decide if that sound made his heart or his cock warm faster. 

“This is like, super lavish, huh?” 

She was looking at him, expecting a response-undoubtedly taking in his handful of appetizers and straining suit and alcohol-flushed cheeks. Aegon nodded, swallowing down both the mouthful of canapé and the sudden dryness in his mouth. Gods, did she just fucking materialize there?

“I mean, it’s for the kids in fighting cages, y’know? They…need money, I guess. To get out of the cages.” 

That was stupid. He was pleasantly tipsy, sure, but certainly not intoxicated enough to spout garbage like that. He wasn’t even sure that was what the event was for. 

He watched her expression settle into a look somewhere in the valley between confusion and amusement, then shoved the second canapé into his mouth.

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[raven-dor]

Hi loves!!

I love your gwayne Hightower fics!

Can I have a request of gwayne x Targaryen reader (reader is rhaenyra’s young sis) where they are married for a while now then blood and cheese happened instead of jaeherys, one of their twins got killed 😔 and they’re both devastated

but still reader loves her sister (of course) and knows it’s not her fault

Thank you !! Sorry for any wrong grammars😅

are you satisfied?

In which gwayne hightower and his wife, rhaenyra targaryen’s sister, experience a great tragedy

PAIRING: gwayne hightower x targaryen!reader

WARNINGS: death, fighting, typical HOTD violence, like three swear words, 'betrayal'

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

AN: gwayne and the reader's children's names are Visenya and Velarion, and the reader is the rider of Silverwing

Gwayne always loved the fact that his wife’s violet eyes and bright white hair had transferred to their children. He thought his wife was far more comely than he, and he thanked the gods his children hadn’t received his looks. 

(Y/N made him swear to stop saying such things, that he was extremely handsome.) 

He smiled as his wife played hide and seek with their twins, pretending not to see their obvious hiding spots. She was an amazing mother, he told her as often as he could. His own mother had been cold, choosing court life over raising her children on more than one occasion. He had still loved her dearly, but it seemed, as he grew older, that that love was not returned. 

Over time, Gwayne had come to realize that his distaste for King’s Landing stemmed from his mother’s choices. When he had returned for the tourney celebrating the new heir, Prince Baelon, he found a reason to enjoy its high walls. Princess Y/N was a year younger than her sister, but it seemed as if she was much wiser and more deliberate in her decisions.

Because Y/N had loved King’s Landing, he had pretended to enjoy the place. He couldn’t stand to see the look of disappointment stretch across her beautiful face. 

So when Alicent sent a letter to Gwayne asking him to bring his family to King’s Landing, he couldn’t refuse. But he so wanted to. Y/N sensed his distaste immediately. She knew him too well, he would say.

His wife hadn’t wanted to return to King’s Landing either, her childhood home turned into that of a prison. Bringing their children, she argued, would put their whole family in danger. Gwayne had agreed, but how could he refuse the Dowager Queen? 

Y/N hadn’t supported Ageon’s claim, being very forthcoming with her husband when the topic arose. Gwayne remained stoic, never letting anyone know of his true opinion, not even his dear lady wife. If he had backed Rhaenyra, he reasoned with himself, his family would have been killed, and it wouldn’t have mattered that he was the Queen’s brother. If he told Y/N he supported his nephew, she would surely shun him. Which was almost as horrible as any punishment he could have received. 

Gwayne laughed as his son, Valerion, dashed across the room, hiding behind his father’s legs. The young boy looked up at his father, putting a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell her, Father.” 

Gwayne nodded, looking back to his wife, who was smirking. “Oh where, I wonder, is my little boy?” She looked over at the curtains, ripping it open. “He is such a clever boy, I am sure I will never find him.”

Valerion giggled, and Y/N whipped around, laughing. “What was that?” She looked to her husband. “Did you hear that, my love?” 

Gwayne shook his head, forcing himself to remain stoic. “I believe you are imagining things, my dear.” 

Valerion giggled again. “She’ll never find me.” 

Y/N practically bit her hand. “I keep hearing his voice…” She tiptoed over, jumping behind Gwayne and tickling their son. “I got you!” 

Visenya peeked her head out from under the bed. “Does that mean I win?” 

Gwayne let loose a loud laugh, gripping his stomach. “You are the champion, my dear.” He walked over, grabbing her from her hiding spot and spinning her around. “Bravo.” 

Y/N sighed, hugging Valerion tightly. Their son squirmed, pushing away from his mother. “Mummy please. I’m grown-” Y/N gasped, looking at her son with fake hurt in her eyes. 

“You are too old for embracing your mother now?” She sat him on the floor, pretending to cry. “You are six years old now, I should have known.” 

Valerion glared playfully at his mother. “Don’t cry, Mummy.” 

“I can’t help it.” She giggled. “Soon you’ll be gone and I will never see you again.” 

His eyes widened. “But I don’t want to leave!”

Y/N stopped ‘crying’ and looked down at their son with surprise. “Well, that is good news.” She picked him up, hugging him tightly once more. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I tucked you in then?” 

He shook his head. “Can you tell us a story?” 

Visenya nodded eagerly. “Please Mother.” 

Y/N sighed, like she was contemplating if she was going to tell them a story or not. “Well, if you insist…” 

Gwayne smiled, setting Visenya down. “Be good for your mother, you two.” He walked over, kissing Y/N on the cheek. “Don’t stay up too late, darling.” 

The twins looked repulsed, scrunching their noses. Valerion groaned.“Father…” 

He looked down, smiling warmly. “One day, your children will make the same noises of disgust at you and your wife, Valerion, and I will remind you of this day.” 

Valerion looked disgusted. “I will never marry. I will be free with my dragon, and we will fly across the seven kingdoms.” 

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “If only it were that simple, my sweet boy.” She clapped her hands, ushering the twins out of the room. “Now, time for bed.” 

Visenya yelled. “And a story!” 

Y/N nodded, shutting the door behind her. “And a story.” 

The twins' eyes drooped, but Y/N continued the story, knowing that if she stopped, she would be scolded. “And then Rhaenyra and I boarded our dragons, flew to Dragonstone, and retrieved our brother’s egg from our Uncle.” She smirked. “Your grandfathers were furious.” 

Valerion whispered. “Do you miss your sister, Mother?” 

Y/N nodded, her eyes tearing up at the thought. “Everyday my boy.” She pushed his hair out of his eyes, kissing his forehead gently. “Just as you will miss yours one day.” 

Visenya laughed. “We will never be apart. I will make sure of it.” 

Y/N smiled. “Goodnight children.” She stood up, walking over to her daughter and kissing her forehead. “Sleep well.” 

She took one last look at the pair, almost laughing at the fact that they were already asleep. She blew out their candle, shutting the door gently behind her. She had gotten halfway back to her chambers when a child’s scream echoed through the halls. 

Her blood curdled, and she whipped around racing back towards their chambers. Pulling her dagger out of its sheath, she pushed their doors open, whispering. “Childre-” Her eyes widened, and she glared, gripping her dagger tighter. “Who are you?” 

Two men stood in front of her twin’s beds, rat traps over their shoulders. The taller one turned around and Y/n recognized him immediately as one of the City Watchmen. His eyes widened. “Your Highness.” 

She put on a brave face, but her heart was racing. “What are you doing Sergeant?” 

The man ignored her, hissing at his accomplice. “This is the wrong room. He wouldn’t want her chi-” 

The smaller man interrupted, gesturing back to the Princess. “It’s too late. She’s going to tell.” 

Y/N shook her head, whispering so that her children wouldn’t wake up. “I won’t. Just don’t hurt my children, and I swear I won’t.” 

The small man ignored her, lowering his dagger towards Valerion’s neck. The Sergeant hissed. “That’s not who he wanted.” Reaching his arm out, he pulled the ‘rat catcher’ away from the bed. The ‘rat catcher’ jumped, and his knife fell out of his hand, plunging into her son’s neck.

Y/N gasped, a hand covering her mouth. The room was silent, none of them moving. 

The Sergeant looked panicked. “Your Highness-” 

A tear fell, and she looked up at the pair, whispering. “You are going to pay for that.” 

She walked forward, raising her dagger and plunging it into the murderer’s neck before either of them had the chance to defend themselves. She later would say that it served them right, they carelessly murdered her son, and so she simply returned the favor.  

The Sergeant pushed her away, grabbing his dying accomplice and racing towards the tunnels. She screamed, falling to the floor. Visenya stirred, her eyes opening slowly. “Mummy? What-” 

Y/N wiped away her tears, ripping her daughter out of her bed. She shoved Visenya’s face into her neck, whispering soothingly. As soothingly as she could for just witnessing her son’s murder. ”Go back to sleep my love.” 

Visenya’s eyes fluttered. “What about-” 

“Shh, my dear.” Y/N felt her eyes well up. “Shh.” 

Tucking Visenya in on the couch in their shared chambers, Y/N stalked towards their bedroom, her heart beating against her chest. “Gwayne.” She hissed. He stayed asleep. Anger raced through her veins, how could he sleep through this? She shook him harshly, on the verge of yelling. “Wake up.” 

He grumbled, rolling over. “What is-” His eyes widened, throwing the covers off as he examined his wife. “You are drenched in blood.” 

“Gwayne…” She sobbed, falling to the ground as he watched helplessly. “He’s dead.” 

Gwayne felt worried, and sat beside his wife, rubbing circles into her back. “Who is dead, my love?” 

“Valerion.” She wailed, throwing herself into her arms as more tears streamed down her face. “Valerion!” 

Gwayne’s heart dropped. “What?” 

“They-” 

“Who?” He grabbed his wife’s arms, eyes piercing into hers. “Who?”

“I don’t know. Some rat catcher and a-” She sobbed again. “A City Watchman.” He stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of their room and back toward their children’s chambers. Y/N fought against her husband's hold, still violently sobbing. “No, Gwayne please do not make me go back.” 

He stopped, realizing that she had truly seen everything. “My love, we have to. We need-” He choked on a sob he hadn’t known was forming. “We need to be strong for a little longer.”

Without waiting for her response, he pushed the twins’ doors open, their son lying lifelessly in his bed. He let go of Y/N’s hand, racing over to Valerion’s side. He gently pulled the knife from his son’s chest, pushing his bright white hair out of his eyes. “My boy.” 

Y/N wailed once more. “Valerion, this isn’t funny, you’ve upset your mother.” His throat felt as if it was closing up. “Valerion, wake up right now.” He felt his son’s throat, finally accepting his death when he felt no pulse. He fell back, staring at the bed. “We need to notify someone.” 

“Who?” Y/N cried. “Alicent? My drunken half brother of a king?” 

“Anyone in the Keep, Y/N.” He stared at their son. “How did this happen?” 

She simply shrugged, climbing up off the floor. “I must leave.” 

His head whipped over, staring at his wife in shock. “You are leaving?” 

“I will be back, I swear to you.” 

“Where are you-” 

“Leave it!” She snapped, a rage in her eyes that Gwayne had never seen. He nodded, watching as she walked out of their children’s room and down the hall.

Dragonstone was quiet, Y/N noticed. Of course it was, night still covered its dark walls. She landed Silverwing on the hill above the castle, stalking toward the entrance. “I demand to see my sister.” 

The guard laughed. “And you are-” 

“Y/N.” Rhaenyra stepped out from the shadows. “What are you doing here?” 

“My son has been murdered.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, another sob breaking out. “He’s dead, Rhaenyra.” 

Rhaenyra ushered her sister inside, out of the watchful eyes of her family and advisors. Rhaenyra closed her chamber doors, and sat her sister down, kneeling in front of her. “What do you mean-” 

“My son has been murdered. That is what I mean.” She glared at the older woman. “Did you-” 

“Seven hells, Y/N. Of course not.” She took Y/N’s hands in hers. “Do you really think that I would order the death of a child, let alone my sweet nephew?” 

“I just-” Y/N sighed. “I had to make sure.” Taking one last look at her dear sister, she stood, nodding. “I will see myself out.” 

Rhaneyra watched as her sister glided across the room. Just as the door opened, she cried out. “I miss you.” 

Y/N smiled. “I miss you too.” She’d almost reached the exit of the castle when she felt eyes following her every step. “Iēdrosa hiding isse se shadows, nyke ūndegon. (Still hiding in the shadows, I see.)” 

He stepped out, his face taking in the sight of his ‘traitorous’ niece. “Iēdrosa married naejot se hightower orvorta, nyke ūndegon. (Still married to the Hightower cunt, I see.)” 

She held her head up high, glaring at her uncle. “I’ll have you know that cunt is a good man. A better man than you will ever be.” Guilt flashed across his face, but she continued. “I don’t appreciate your insinuation that I support the usurper that is my half brother, and if you repeat that mistake again, you will have more than my words attacking you.” She nodded, walking past him. “Goodbye, Daemon.” 

Visenya had been wailing for days. Wailing over the death of her brother, and wailing over the fact that neither of her parents could look at her without tearing up. The couple sat beside each other at dinner, scarcely eating or speaking. Alicent sighed. “It does your daughter no good if you die of hunger.” 

Y/N looked up from her plate, tilting her head, hoping she had just misheard. “What did you just-” 

Gwayne grabbed her hand tightly under the table, signaling to not pick a fight. “Quite right, sister.”

Alicent smiled. “We are very fortunate.” 

Y/N fought against her impulse to pull her dagger out and commit a massacre. “How so?” 

“That they had the children’s rooms confused.” 

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. She must have been hallucinating. “Excuse me?” 

“I only meant it would have been quite catastrophic if the assassins had found Jaehaerys instead of Velarion.”

Y/N smiled, and she could tell it had unnerved Alicent. “Yes, because my son is much less important than the heir to the throne. Thank the gods it was Velarion instead of Jaehaerys.” 

Gwayne stilled, setting his silverware down. Alicent’s cheeks flushed. “I hope I did not upset you.” 

Y/N laughed, so loudly that the whole room stopped talking, staring at the woman drowning in her grief. “Of course not. You began upsetting me twenty years ago.” 

Aegon smiled drunkenly. “Sister-” 

“You are no brother of mine, Aegon. So do not start acting it because of this little spat.” She pushed her chair out, making an announcement. “We will be leaving at first light. This has been, by far, the worst encounter I have ever had with King’s Landing.” 

Gwayne raced after his wife, not even bothering to say goodbye to his family. “Y/N-” 

“I cannot believe you.”

“What?” 

“You just sat there, Gwayne.” She seethed, practically running down the halls. “Our son is dead, and you sat there and let your sister act as if it was a minor loss. An accident.” 

“My love-” 

“Don’t!” She snapped. “I am taking Visenya, and we are going to Dragonstone.” She stopped outside their chambers, whispering so that their guards would not hear. “I do not care where you go, but I do not wish to ever see your face again.” 

He sighed, walking into their room after her. “Y/N-”

“Gwayne, that is the end of our discussion-”

“No it is not!” He yelled. “I am grieving as well. You do not get to pretend I am not.” 

“Then show it!” She yelled back. “You have been silent for days. You do not defend me at dinner, you do not defend me at all. You sit there like you are dead yourself.” She scoffed. “You might as well be.” 

Gwayne was practically glowering. “Do not say things you do not mean, wife.” 

“I will say-” 

“Mummy?” The couple looked down, realizing they had just fought loudly in front of their daughter. Y/N crouched down, opening her arms. 

“Come here, my love.” 

Visenya faltered, and Gwayne watched as Y/N cracked, standing up. She barely spared a glance at Gwayne. “I will be sleeping in my own chambers tonight.” 

He shook his head. “No.”

She scoffed. “I didn’t realize you controlled me, my lord.” 

He widened his eyes, gesturing down to their daughter who was watching with wide watery eyes. “Y/N, do me this one kindness.” 

“Gwayne, I need to be alone.” She stepped back, walking towards her secret exit when his hand wrapped gently around her wrist, pulling her back. His breath hit her neck as he whispered. “Sleep in our bed. I will stand watch, and we will leave at first light for Dragonstone.” She turned around, her eyes wide. He looked determined, and in that moment, Y/N understood that he would do anything to keep them together. Her heart skipped as he bore his soul to hers, his voice heavy.  “I will not have my family thrown into chaos and ruin.” 

Her eyes were teary as she whispered. “Thank you.” 

He nodded. “Go to bed.” He turned back to their daughter, carrying her over to her makeshift bed. Visenya’s sweet voice could be heard whispering to her father. “Did I upset Mummy?” 

“No my dear.” He kissed her head gently. “Your mother is hurting, as am I. Never forget that we love you dearly.” He tucked her back into bed. “Sleep tight, little one.” 

It had been surprisingly easy to escape the Red Keep. Y/N gathered it was because they did not think anyone would want to leave, which made her laugh. Who would want to be held captive in such a place?

Gwayne never understood how Targaryen’s flew dragons like it was as simple as riding a horse. Being this high up horrified him, but his wife and daughter enjoyed it immensely. Visenya giggled as she reached out, grabbing a cloud with her bare hands. “Father, open your eyes!” 

Y/N laughed. “Your father is frightened, dear.” 

Gwayne scoffed. “I am not. I’m simply-” 

“Scared!” Visenya laughed. “I thought knights were supposed to be brave, Father.” 

Gwayne gasped, clutching his heart as he forced his eyes open. “Are you calling me a coward, young lady?” 

Y/N smiled, forgetting for a moment that their family had been torn apart only four days ago. “Hang on.” 

“Hang on?” Gwayne questioned. “Why-” 

Silverwing dove, and Gwayne felt the air leave his lungs, clutching onto his wife’s waist. “Seven Hells!” 

Y/N laughed, her hair flying in the wind. “Enjoy it, my love!” The great dragon landed roughly on the same hill she had visited days before. Helping down Visenya, she smirked as her husband clambered off of her dragon’s back. “Careful, Gwayne.” 

“I am-” His leg caught on the saddle, and he fell backwards, causing his two silver haired beauties to burst into tears. “Do not laugh.” 

“It is quite difficult.” Y/N’s violet eyes glittered in the sun. “Come down, we have much to do.” 

Y/N held Visenya close to her as they approached her sister and her family. Gwayne trailed behind the two, looking around the room skeptically. Rhaenyra sat tall on her throne. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, sister?” 

Y/N bowed deeply. “Your Grace, we come to swear allegiance to you, and ask that you allow us to stay with you on Dragonstone.” 

Daemon laughed. “And why would we-” 

With one look, Rhaneyra shut Daemon. “That is not necessary, Y/N.” She stood up, embracing her sister tightly. The elder sister looked down, waving at the young girl. “Hello, little one.” 

Visenya smiled shyly, clinging to her mother’s form. Y/N laughed, whispering. “Visenya, this is your Aunt Rhaenyra. Say hello.” 

Rhaenyra laughed. “Hello, Visenya. You are the spitting image of your mother.” 

The young girl blushed, smiling. “Thank you.” 

“Mother, what is the meaning of-” A tall, dark-haired young man sauntered in. “Y/N!” He rushed over, hugging her tightly. “How-” 

“I was most tired of the 'hospitality' of King’s Landing.” She smirked. “If one could call it that." She stepped back, taking in her grown nephew. "My, you have grown. Last I saw you, you were half your height.” 

He scoffed, glaring playfully. “Yes, well…” 

Rhaenyra clapped her hands. “Let us show you to your rooms.” She put her arm through her sisters. “You must be exhausted.” 

“One moment.” Daemon’s voice rang through the throne room. “What about her traitorous husband?” 

“Daemon-” 

Y/N glared. “What did I tell you would happen if you said that again?” 

Daemon laughed. “I would like to see you-” 

Gwayne's auburn hair blocked her view of her uncle, standing in between the two. Y/N smiled. Standing in between two angry Targaryens was a recipe for death, and yet there her husband stood, stoic as ever.

“Please.” He turned to the King Consort. “I know that my family has done nothing but hurt yours…” He spared a look to his wife. “But you must understand that my love for your niece has overcome any loyalty I once had to my family.” 

“How can we be sure you will not betray-” 

Gwayne hissed. “They are the reason my son is dead. I will never forgive them.” 

Daemon nodded. “Very well.” 

Gwayne nodded back, turning to his wife. “Let us go rest my love.” He kissed her temple, following after the queen. “I believe we have earned it.”

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ᴀᴏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴀ ᴠēᴅʀᴏꜱ (you drive me mad)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jacaerys velaryon x targ!reader ⭑.ᐟ

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the prince is busy studying his high valyrian, you help him with his pronunciation.

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — nsfw, p in v smut, cunnilingus, hair pulling, semi-public sex, slight dom!jace, switch!reader, use of nicknames, possesive behavior, established relationship, reader is Daemon's first born daughter.

Prince Jacaerys is immersed in his studies at the Painted Table chamber in Dragonstone, his gaze fixed on the book in front of him. Papers were scattered to one side of the large desk, the room being lit by candles, casting a golden honey glow onto Jace's face.

The moon light filters through a window wide open, the breeze brushing in slightly. "Aegon iksos nykeā mittys" Jace reads under his breath.

"Your pronunciation is wrong" you say teasingly at him standing in the door frame. You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around his neck from the back, kissing the side of his cheek softly.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jace's lips, he leaned into the soothing presence of your embrace. He chuckled softly, putting the book down on the table and twisting his body slightly to make eye contact with you.

"Oh, is it, my love? Care to enlighten me then?" he asks feigning ignorance with a playful shrug. His hand reached up to intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand softly.

You giggle at him grabbing the book behind him and hoping onto the top of the desk in one swift motion. You make yourself comfortable before reading the words in the book. "Aegon iksos nykeā mittys" you read to him, your pronunciation perfect.

Jace couldn't help but be impressed by your flawless pronunciation. He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips as he looked up at you sitting on the desk. "Impressive," he complimented, his hand resting on your thigh. "Your High Valyrian is impeccable. You've been studying diligently, haven't you?"

You look down at him nodding your head teasingly. "I truly am a scholar" you joke with him moving your hands down to play with the rings around his fingers. "Aegon is and idiot?" you say teasingly referring to the words that were spoken in valyrian, raising an eyebrow at Jacaerys smirking.

A small laugh escaped Jace's lips at your jest, his gaze following your fingers as they toyed with his rings. He shrugged slightly, a sly smile playing on his face. "Aegon is indeed...unique," he replied, choosing his words carefully. "Let's just say he's not exactly known for his intellect." You laugh at this, listening to him intently.

"But what he lacks in wits, he makes up for in...other areas." he raises and eyebrow suggestively. You let out a small laugh, deciding that you want to tease him, you fain innocence. "And what might that be?"

Jace's smile broadened as his hands slid up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He tilted his head, his voice lowering to a playful murmur. "Oh, you know," he said, leaning in closer to you. "He excels in other...physical pursuits." His expression turned more suggestive, the implication clear in his tone and touch.

Enjoying the rise you are creating from him, you continue your act of being oblivous. You reach down for his hand on your thigh. "Is that so?" you breathe cocking your head to the side slightly. "And what do you know of these physical pursuits, my prince" you say teasingly hoping the title would have some effect on him.

The way he was looking at you with deep brown eyes filled with lust. He's barley touched you and you already need him badly. Jacaerys chuckled lowly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat. You keep your gaze fixed on him, hypnotized.

"More than you might think, my love," he replied, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. His free hand reached up to graze your hip, pulling you closer to him. "I'm well aware of Ageon's...physical exploits." He smirked, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of playful mischief and desire in his gaze.

"Really," you breathe, "enlighten me then" you say smirking down at him. He pulls you closer to the edge of the table by your legs and your hands instinctively cup around his face looking at him with a burning gaze, waiting for his next move.

Jacaerys grins at your words. He then gently starts pushing your legs apart for him slowly, moving closer. His hands move to your thighs again, pushing up your dress. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin that has you worked up. He leans in closer to you, his voice a soft, seductive murmur.

With his lips almost touching yours, he asks, "Enlighten you, hmm?" He smiles and gestures to the room you were in, asking, "Should I enlighten you right here?" Even though it wasn't your chambers, you were still somewhat alone. And at this moment, you couldn't even be bothered to consider that someone might hear you. He approaches you with his hands inching closer, but he stops just short of grazing you.

"Careful Jacaerys," you whisper breathlessly, a false warning to make him do whatever he pleases, as long as he touches you. You place your hands onto his arms gripping softly onto him. Jace grins, his arms wrapping around your waist as he holds onto your back. He leans up to press a soft kiss againts your neck, his lips tracing a path along your skin. Your breath hitches in your throat, arching yourself towards him.

His hands move over your body, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Careful, hmm?" he whispers against your ear, his voice dripping with desire. "Don't worry, my love. I promise to be gentle...and very thorough."

You whimper against his touch, moving your face to kiss the side of his jaw. You lull your head back again breathing deeply in frustration. As you lean your head back, Jace takes the opportunity to plant a trails of kisses on your neck, his mouth working gently over your skin. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he looks up at you with a sly smile, his hands massaging your thighs.

"Jace," you whimper leaning back on your hands spreading your legs a little further apart. You look at him with half lidded eyes filled with desire for him. "More please," you breathe out sultry closing your eyes for a second.

"Oh, I've just started my love, patience." he murmurs his voice filled with a mix of desire and promise. His hands slide up your legs, his thumbs rubbing slow, tantalizing circles over your skin. You whine loudly at his words tangling your fingers into his soft curls. You push your legs further apart, "Jace..."

Jacaerys lets out a soft groan at the sound of his name leaving your lips and at the feel of your fingers in his hair. He looks up at you again, his eyes dark with lust, you could loose yourself completely in them. "My love," he whispers, his voice low and husky. His rough hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he looks up at you. "You're so eager...I like that."

You huff out a breathy laugh trying to calm yourself. "You're the one in between my legs" you say back to him. Jacaerys chuckles at your retort, his hands sliding down your thighs gripping them tighter. Your breath hitches once again at the contact, you can't ever get enough of him. You can feel your wetness starting to pool between your legs.

He looks up at you with a cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "That I am," he replies. his voice dripping with passion. "Can you blame me for being so? I've got my face in between the legs of the most beautiful woman in Westeros...how could I resist?"

Your heart leaps into your throat at his words. Your pulse quickened and you swear your skin felt like it was on fire. "Jace," you whine again, bucking your hips up slightly searching for some sort of friction. "Please touch me." Jacaerys lets out a low growl at your plea, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter, sure to leave bruises later, but you couldn't care.

"Don't worry my love," he assures you, his voice low, hand rubbing up and down your thigh slowly. "I'll take care of you. In due time." You let out a groan of frustration. "Please Jace, don't tease my love," you say lulling your head back.

Jace can't help but grin as he watches you plead for him, your fingers tugging at his hair . He lets out a soft groan at the sight of you, his eyes moving all over your dress, trying to map out your curves. He couldn't help but tease you, it drove him wild. Seeing you tinted a shade of red, breathing heavily, half lidded eyes, and most importantly; the beautiful sounds you make.

"Tease you, my love?" he asks, his hands moving between your thighs spreading them further as he moves closer to you. He leans his head on your right thigh looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. "Oh, you know me too well. But I promise," he says, his voice low and husky trailing kisses closer to where you needed him. "it'll be worth the wait."

You whine at his words, shivering under his touch, his kisses soft and warm. Jace smiles against your thigh, his lips moving closer to your cunt. He can feel the tremor that runs through your body, and it only serves to stroke the fire burning inside him. "Shhh, my darling Y/N," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

You try to compose yourself hearing your name slip off his tongue so sweetly. "Patience, I won't keep you waiting for much longer." Your heart clenches at the softness of his words. Jace then moves to push your dress up, bunching it around your hips, your pussy on full display before him.

He lets out a low groan lulling his head back slightly. He moves his hand down trailing a finger along your folds, gathering your slick. You breathe shakily at his touch, your eyes on his movements, never wavering. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on his finger. He groans at your taste. His hand runs up your leg again, he leans back admiring you.

"Gods, look at you. My beautiful girl, all wet and eager for me," he moves back in again going to plant a kiss right on your cunt. You throw your head back in a low moan as his nose nudges your throbbing bud. "Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he swipes his tongue over your slit.

A loud gasp and moan escapes your mouth into the quite room. Your hands move to his hair again, pulling on them slightly. "Jacaerys." He shivers at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his tongue starting to explore your folds slowly, teasingly. Your legs start to shiver. He moves his hands over the top of your thighs and holds you down so that you can sit still.

"You taste divine my love," he whispers against you, his lips wrapping around your clit sucking lightly. "Shit," you groan out, "Jace please...need more." Your mind is a fog, your words coming out as a babble. He wastes no time giving into what you want, his composure and need to tease you falling away as he hears your sweet voice. His body is boiling with desire, making it his purpose to have you come on his tongue.

Your hands grip onto the edge of the tale, desperate to keep some of your composure. When he'd lock his eyes with you, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening with each suck and lick. "Feels so good Jace, please don't stop."

He moves to kiss your thighs again to catch his breathe. "I could stay here, my face buried in your cunt, and die the happiest man." he says, his voice breathy and barley above a whisper. His gaze flicking all over your frame and face. He moves back in, his movements vigorous.

You're a moaning mess under his touch, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 'If anyone could hear you now', you think your face turning bright red, arousal growing at the thought of being caught in such a position. As Jace continues to eat you out like a starved man, he palms himself trying to relieve some of the tension in his pants.

He feels you clench around his tongue, you're close, he always knowns when you're close. He pulls away for a brief moment, "I need you to come on my tongue." You barley have time to respond as he dives back in lapping at you with such skill. You shake and moan, the room feeling impossibly hot.

It doesn't take long after his words before your coming with a high pitched moan squeezing your legs around his head. He holds your legs apart to ride you through your orgasm. You whimper at the overstimulation, panting. You move your hand down to pull on his hair after his sucks don't relent.

He looks beautiful when your eyes lock. Pupils blown out wide, your juices all over his chin and lips. He has a cheeky flushed out grin on his face. "Quite impressive," you breathe out shakily. Jacaerys chuckles lowly at your cheeky grin, a hint of pride and satisfaction in his expression. "Impressive, you say?" he replies, arching an eyebrow at you playfully, standing up to be face to face with you.

His lips capture yours in a deep kiss, trying to pour all the love he has for you into the kiss. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, already feeling wet for him again. His tongue meets yours, fighting for dominance. He cups your face, deepening the kiss, his breathing ragged with desire. The kiss is messy and clumsy.

You feel his erection poking at your thigh as he presses his body closer to yours. Your hand trails down to palm him with a gentle yet firm touch. Jace groans pushing his face into your neck trailing sloppy kisses along your burning skin. He reaches down to stop your hands movements. "If you keep touching me like that I won't last," he whispers sultry in your ear. You tilt your head a little to place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Have me then," you say barley above a whisper. Your hands move to wrap around his neck, your legs finding home around his hips. "ᴀᴏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴀ ᴠēᴅʀᴏꜱ," he exhales, tapping your hip in a command. "Up," he says.

You get up off the desk waiting for his next words, his hands roam over your body as he kisses your neck and jaw softly. He grips you firm by the hips and spins you around, bending you over the desk slowly. He bunches your dress up again. He groans loudly at the sight of you before him.

"Jace," you gasp not being able to think because of his actions, you wait in anticipation. He looks down at your frame hypnotized. His grip at your hips possessive. "Look at you," he whispers lowly his hands trailing up behind your thighs. His touch ends shivers running through your body. "My pretty girl, all of this just for me?" He traces his hand over your arse, gripping at the flesh.

"Just for you Jace," you moan, your voice coming out desperate. "Gods, my sweet girl. Your so beautiful." He leans down to place a kiss below your ear, pressing his clothed cock against your dripping folds. He pulls back and his hand lands on your arse with a slap. The stinging has you moaning and it immediately turns into pleasure. "All mine," he breathes softly.

In one swift motion he removes his pants. He runs his cock over your folds, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as the sight of your slick on his tip. "Are you ready Y/N/N?" he asks you gently, the nickname makes you overworked with desire for him. You nod your head vigorously, pleas falling from your mouth for him.

He then starts line himself up with your entrance, he slips in easily, bottoming out in you. He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your walls wrapping around him. "Gods," he swallows, adams apple bobbing. He wastes no time in moving himself out of you and slamming his hips back into you. Pleasure consumes you in a rush, your mouth hung open in loud moans and choked screams.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and wet noise fill the room, the smell of sex hung in the air thickly. Jacaerys throws his head back moaning loudly, his movements in a fast rhythm hitting spots inside you that make you see stars. "Fuck, you're perfect...taking me so well," his voice a whine behind you. You clench around him and he slumps forward withering in pleasure.

Jace;s hands move to your hair, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back to whisper in your ear. You grip at the desk your knuckles white. "I love you so much," he whispers against your skin kissing you softly. You can't think straight, not with him moving inside you so delicously.

He let's go of your hair and his hand moves down your back, holding you to pound in faster and deeper within you. "Gonna fill you up, put a child in you," he chokes on a moan at the thought of having a family with you, his heart pounds against his chest. "Everyone will know who you belong to, how does that sound my love?"

"Yes, gods. please Jace, wanna give you a baby," you bite down on your lip, the knot in your stomach tightening again. "Fuck, there's my girl." He slams into you, your body bouncing on the desk. Jace can't hold on any longer, the feeling of you clenching around him makes his mouth water. "Need you to come with me," he breathes heavily as his hand moves down to play with your sensitive clit.

You scream at the shock of pleasure, your legs shaking. The knot in your stomach snaps and you come on Jace's cock clenching around him. The pleasure is blinding, the aftershock making you see stars. Jace stops his movements as he feels you come around him, he spills into you with a loud moan, hissing. "That's my good girl, that's my good fucking girl." He tries to catch his breathing.

He pulls out of you and you whine at the emptiness. He turns you around to face him, his expression fucked out. You're grateful he's holding you up with how your legs are shaking.

"And how is my knowledge on these physical pursuits?" he asks smirking at you. You chuckle at his words clicking your tongue. You lean your forehead against his, he closes his eyes as his skin touches yours. "Mm very good, I was wondering if you could show me more?"

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Could I request Aemond x a civilian reader that’s more or less been adopted into Rhaenyra’s family? Like she originally grew up on a farm of some sorts so she still has a lot to learn, a quick talker and often somethings blurting out things that she should think about before saying.

She’s with Jace and Luke when the family comes back for the lil “family reunion,” and ends up seeing Aemond for the first time during his training. She’s already been made aware of who he is, but she certainly isn’t expecting a hot blonde. Which prompts her to blurt out “you didn’t tell me your uncle was hot” during that tense little stare down. Everyone is mortified, but instead of being irrated, Aemond finds her boldness amusing, and her innocent oblivious quite cute. And having there own little dance alongside Hal and Jace during that rare moment of peace.

I just think Aemond deserves some love

The farm princess and the rough sapphire

Aemond x civilian reader warning : fluff, kiss, comfort, dysfunctional family, no use of Y/n Summary : In the entire Targaryen dynasty history, there has only been one record of an adoption from outside the family, a former civilian child now grown into the mockingly named Farm Princess finds herself with her adoptive sibling at the royal court and is not ashamed to admit her admiration and especially feelings for a certain one-eyed prince...where will this lead?

info : I'm so sorry that you had to wait so long dear anon i hope you like the story, it was really really fun to write and others too have fun reading and thank you for the request :)

ps : Aemond deserves every love and Jace+Hel were so cute

masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dnyaste of the dragonrider family of the house of targaren was no millennia old, starting with Daenerys the dreamer, the woman who would change a whole continent in the future with their reign and the dragons the family brought with her.

From the initial three conquerors, the battles began within their own family and continued for more or less a century after Ageon's conquest until the reign of King Viserys, the first of his name, and his second wife Alicent.

Slowly they began to fporm themselves there, but this was a matter for the future, whereas his daughter, the jewel of the realm, had problems of her own in love and at court. The former friendship long forgotten, her kind heart had found feelings and emotions in motherhood when she gave birth to her first son Jacaerys, only a few years younger than his uncle Aegon, her half-brother.

But shortly thereafter, as the princess established her own lineage, uprisings began outside King's Landing, uprisings of renegades of savages ravaging the inhabitants, matters the crown would settle with common soldiers, except that they were not common people.

Wild dragons ravaged the land, and village after village came to claim their people, ,,We want compensation! Someone must do something!" cried the crowds of commoners and for the first time in history, the king was stricken by his illness, Rhaenyra turned away from her former friend, now queen, and her stepmother, the Targayren princess and heiress to the throne won the hearts of all as she flew to the burning remains on her golden dragon Syrax and took from them the one survivor.

Her adopted daughter, the third princess of the realm after Helaena, the farm princess, was given the title of a girl of the same young age as her son, but a child who had had different beginnings.

A girl who had looked at her with wide eyes and had given orders to Syrax to give to the dragon and Rhaenyra couldn't help but laugh, ,,You are quite a dragon" she is said to have said when she had put the child on her dragon and had gnawed the streets of King's Landing.

The people loved her new princess and treated her not only with love but also with hope for better times...but all this was a long time ago seconds, days, months and years turned into another decade and after a long time the naughty child grew into a pretty but not quite noble young woman.

,,Who needs dragons when you have the people and a pitchfork?" she had once said as she watched her brothers tame Vermax and Arrax and Aegon and Helaena also got their dragons, her mother had Syrax and her uncle had Caraxes even the princess Rhaenys had Meylys and her adoptive father had Seasmoke only she didn't have a dragon but somehow she didn't want one either.

She didn't have dragon blood, she wasn't even a bastard child she was adopted through her body so she knew the blood flowed from farmers who had been there for generations and were in the service of the crown she was the highest of the people on the streets but a dragon no.

,,Remember brothers, one should never underestimate the population like the ravens and the grain" she had said to Jace and Luce who were training the komandos with their dragons in Valyrian which she understood but hardly cared about how? She realized that she loved her family above all and was grateful to them.

Rhaenyra had saved her life, but politically or even family-wise she was worthless, ,,You are my daughter, my flame, my pretty dragon, don't you dare think otherwise" her mother always instructed her and gave her small gifts in the form of dragon or flame embroidered clothes and as much as she wore them for her family she also accepted the simpler clothes or those on which grain, wagons and other simple things were embroidered.

But as much as this life was beautiful, it was different when they went back to the city that had been the greatest for her since she could remember, ,,King's Landing! A disgusting city but my home!" she exclaimed as she clung to Rhaenyra's back as she flew towards the city with her mother she usually rode with the heiress to the throne her mother wanted to make her feel like a dragon at least and she enjoyed this with cheers and thankful hugs.

,,There's our home," Rhaenyra murmured and had to smile slightly when they flew over the dragon pit a few months later and landed there, but this was also quickly resolved and before the Targayren could pay attention to her daughter, the young woman had already disappeared on a horse she had been given as compensation for a dragon.

,,I'm in the inner courtyard, mother, don't worry!" she had shouted before the black horse had left and Rhaenyra could only shake her head slightly and face her family while her daughter searched for her brothers Jace and Luce.

It took a few minutes to get from the dragon pit to the inner courtyard, but on the way she was recognized by some of the inhabitants, who greeted her and enjoyed a little of the city's interior. It was really good to see familiar simplicity again and not always just Dragonstone, the castle of "her" ancestors, at least the ancestors who made everything possible for her.

With a grateful thought to her loving mother, however, she reached the courtyard and stopped her horse which was taken from her by a stable boy, but looking around she soon saw the crowd gathered around someone and she caught sight of two dark heads of hair, ,,Dragon tamer brothers! I've missed you!" she shouted stormily.

She hurried to the weapons display where she embraced her brothers, they had all grown older since the days of toys and wooden swords, they each carried real steel and she also preferred to have at least one bread knife hidden in her pencil, an old habit.

,,How nice that you're here, dear sister," Jace said and Lucerys nodded in agreement, the girl was thrilled to have someone else here, an adopted princess and three bastard children was a daring combination but they had somehow managed to keep the rumors at bay so far.

Just as she was about to vent about Jace's hair, she heard the clapping and tense murmuring and turned to the crowd standing around the two fighting, ,,Say, who's fighting there? " she asked and pointed with her finger, which was immediately taken down by Jace who tried to make them all look good, ,,Ser Criston Cole from the Kingsguard and our uncle Aemond" Luce said, who must have been watching the situation closely while his older brother was still at arms.

,,Aemond, you say," she murmured to her thoughts, vaguely remembering the quiet boy with whom she had spoken and played from time to time until they chased each other with earthworms and other crawling things and Alicent the queen stopped them because a peasant daughter should not play with a prince, but she did not stop her from going up and watching with her brothers. And what she saw amazed her.

Gone was the little boy, a young man stood there with long straight Targaryen light hair, a dark eye patch that hid the injury he had received from his brother. Fine sharp features and a lean but muscular body she could frame where the fabric allowed.

He was a god in her eyes, ,,You didn't tell me your uncle was hot," she simply spoke her thoughts openly as Aemond twirled the sword around as she was commanded to do so but his gaze, the gaze of his violet eyes was clear on her and the smile seemed almost pleased and amused at the same time.

A few of the crowd snapped indignantly at such vulgarity while Jace made himself small and Luce tried to hide slightly under his coat. So much for not doing anything.

But this seemed to be just the beginning when they were invited to a family dinner a few hours after the "incident" in the courtyard. Everyone was supposed to be on their best behavior, a time of peace in what was probably the last few months for her adoptive grandfather, her king, whom she never called her grandfather even though he had always insisted on it.

Viserys always had a smile for her, no matter when she told him about simple farm things or excitedly about armor, he liked his adoptive princess and did not despise her, ,,I am glad to see my family, my whole family here, living and happy like this, an old man who cares a lot," he finished his speech and even if he seemed to be in pain, it was something that made her smile, she was glad that Viserys thought he appreciated it and she held out a goblet to her king for the symbolic toast, which Aegon answered with an almost mocking laugh.

The prince had probably already poured too much into the cup anyway, she smelled his alcoholic fumes at several hundred meters and her comment, ,,Maybe you should be in a barrel instead of just the cup" only seemed to have pissed him off more and he gave her a warning look and tried her other family members instead.

While she had initially chatted with Baela and Rhaena about fishing and ships, she had given Lucerys courage as they drank and Jace had teased her about his hairstyle, she barely noticed the looks from the Queen, the Hand and Aegon. Looks of distaste, looks of no acceptance, ,,A truly exceptional round, Lord Husband," the brown-haired woman muttered, earning a warning look from Rhaenyra, who was about to stand up for her daughter when Jace slammed on the table over Aegon's comment.

The circle seemed to fall silent and again they didn't quite know what was going to happen next, ,,A round of peasant blood," Aegon muttered into his goblet, rolling his eyes and looking a lot more like his mother.

However, only seconds later he choked on it as the said farm princess threw a piece of bread at him and he looked like he was about to walk over to her when Aemond stood in his way and pushed his brother aside to get closer to the princess. She gave Aegon one last scowl of surprise before looking to Aemond in wonder, ,,Would my dear princesses dance with me?" he asked, seeming to want to join his sister and her nephews who were dancing.

Accepting his offer with a nod, ,,I'd love to, Aemond," she smiled at him dnakably and let herself be pulled out onto the open floor, about to start something wilder when she suddenly felt his other hand on her hip, paused, looked at him a little uncertainly and leaned towards him, ,,I can't do the Targaryen dance" she whispered and heard him smirk a little, seeing that he was no longer wearing an eye cap the darkness of his sapphire eye fascinated her and only made him look even more beautiful ,,Don't worry let me be your leading chariot" he said with a nod and seemed at least relieved that she didn't find him ugly like other ladies-in-waiting at the castle.

Relaxing, he began to move slightly, his own steps a veritable dragon dance as she guided the fire that seemed to be the sword he gently wielded around her, her dress making the movements look more fluid. ,,The sapphire suits you, Aemond," she murmured softly, feeling the brief twitch of his hand, his eye glancing briefly to the ground and lingering briefly on her lips before he thanked her as he spun her around and the two of them attempted a little dragon dance of their own, somewhat like Jace and Helaena.

Aemond with his polite dragon dance and she with her wild twirls and wide arm movements as they all danced together at the village festivals it was funny and their laughter could be heard over and over again as they touched hands and completely ignored the looks of the others that went from fascination to pride until the piece was over.

They both found each other one last time and held each other as the music became a little quieter again and they looked at each other, Aemond bowed and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, a gesture that made her heart beat faster and she stifled a giggle.

Before she simply responded, ,,Thank you my rough sapphire," she whispered and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before sitting back down and taking a large sip from her goblet to calm her nerves but at least she had behaved in her own way.

And who knows, maybe the farm princess would end up with a dragon after all, a rough dragon from Saphier who appreciated her wares and together they could form a kingdom of outsiders together in love.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Little Dove

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Sister of Ageon, Helena & Aemond) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1495

Warning - Mentions of Abuse and SA

Aegon had been drinking so much that it seemed like a bright idea to take his little sister, who had rarely left the Red Keep before, for a stroll down the street of silk. The street was busy with people going about their business many not even looking twice to see the prince as him coming around was a fairly common occurrence, "So little dove finally left the nest. Thanks to the better brother. I'm talking of course about myself." he slurried a foul smell of alcohol wafting off of Aegon. Drunk men were everywhere, so Aegon's demeanour didn't attract much attention, 

Y/n chuckled as she walked the street of silk with her eldest brother, she wore a beautiful black and green gown as she held his arm partly guiding his drunk steps down the cobbles, she was very used to having to go out and fetch her older brother from whatever pit of sin he ended up in, "Aegon what are you talking about?" 

Aegon stumbled, "Isn't it obvious? I deserve you much more than Aemond does. I am the heir to the throne. He is just a second son. A spare." he grumbled, "I can be so much kinder to you than Aemond ever could."

"I do not doubt you would be kinder Aegon. But it's been agreed since the moment I was born, you are the heir to be king when father passes, you married haelena the first daughter. Then Aemond and I are to marry as the second son and second daughter, the two spares it is simply the way of it. Father and mother agreed,"

"But I could be much greater to you, little dove." Aegon leaned in closer, brushing his cheek against her. "Married or not, I can make you so much happier than Aemond can." Aegon grinned playfully, "You would be happier with me. I would make you so much happier than anyone ever could."

"I do not doubt you would, but there are things we cannot change, besides don't you love your wife and children?"

Aegon sighed and looked down at the cobbles. "You know mother forced me to marry her. And my children are a chore, you are the only one I care about."

"Aegon, that's very sweet and yes I do wish things had been different but these are the cards that have even dealt. We must learn to make the most of it. You know I will always be nearby, you and aemond are brothers you cannot allow this to come between you"

Aegon's expression sobered up a little. "You are right... you are right, little dove. I know. I know we have to play our cards right. I just... I wish things were different. That we had a chance to be together. But you're right that nothing can change the way it is. But I will always protect you, little dove. No one can harm you, no ever shall. Not as long as I breathe."

"thank you big brother" she cooed kissing his cheek

Aegon leaned his head against her. He was more affectionate to her than he had been to his wife at her best, or to anyone at their best really. Aegon seemed pleased to hear her call him 'big brother'. He was fond of that title. "So, little dove. Are you excited to be married?"

"... Honestly?"

"Of course, Are you not excited to be married?" Aegon frowned a bit, then he looked back at you, his expression solemn. 

"Not really..."

Aegon stopped walking and looked at her. He squinted his eyes, and his lips curled into a frown. Aegon tilted his head and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What is wrong, little dove? What are you not saying?" His tone was concerned and gentle.

"... aemond frightens me sometimes. He says thinks, does things, they frighten me that's all, but in sure I'll grow accustomed once we're married"

Those words shook Aegon to his bone. "Does he... hurt you?" His eyes widened. "Has he hurt you since the betrothal? Or done anything to scare you?"

"no he hasn't... Hurt me exactly he just scares me, he often tells me of frightening tales, of fights that end in bloodshed, makes me watch him in the practice yard against the poor squire boys, often threatens to take me riding on vahgar with him." She explained, "the other night he... I shouldn't speak I'll of him,"

Aegon's expression hardened. He hated it when his little sister was treated in such a way that she was frightened by anyone. Aemond did nothing to ease Y/n's fears, only made them grow worse. Aegon felt protective of her. "No, little dove, you must. What did he do that night?"

"he wanted a kiss before he left my chamber, I was feeling tired so I politely declined said I'd give him two kisses the next day but he got angry with me tried to pin me on the bed and take the kisses I owed him when I pushed him away he forced me against the wall and took far more then kisses as a punishment he said"

And he was furious. "He did what? Did he... take... take liberties with you?"

she nodded sheepishly 

"I want to know one thing and one thing only, little dove. Do you want to marry this man? This creature that calls himself our brother?"

"I do not... But father insists mother says it is no matter what he had done as my flower was long plucked anyway"

"I don't care what father says. I don't care what mother says." He paused again, and when he continued his voice was as cold as ice. "And I don't care what he says. I will not allow this. I cannot allow for you to be married to a man who you do not want. You are not his flower who has been plucked already. You are our family, and you will not marry a man who has used you."

"but if we are to follow the rule that no man who has used me can marry me... That would also mean you couldn't marry me" she giggled hugging his arm,

there was a slight smirk on his lips. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, "Oh, and why is that, little dove? Have I taken liberties with you that I don't know about?"

"It's strange... What you boys do and don't remember, do you really not recall what you use to do to me Aegon while we snuck around the red keep, when we made little blanket forts, when we used to... Kiss and touch in what's children should not" she reminds,

Aegon felt a weird sense of pride. Of course, he did remember those evenings. How could he not? It had been one of the most pleasurable memories of his life. “You are right, little dove."

"you hang your head as if in shame of those days? Do you regret our nights snuck away in blanket forts Aegon?"

"I certainly do not regret them, little dove. But... I suppose I am ashamed of what happened, or at least how wrong they are." He paused again, shaking his head. "I suppose I had forgotten that you looked fondly on those days. I had always thought they were a shameful memory for both of us."

"I recall no shame from that time. I was happy as we're you"

Aegon's lips turned up into a sad but genuine smile at the realization that she also had enjoyed that time as well. It was good to know that he hadn't been the only one, and that she had also felt pleased with it. "I suppose I was. Happy I mean. It's just that... as we got older, so did the guilt I felt. I always thought of those times as being so wrong and I felt horrible for it..."

"why? I wanted to play as badly as you did, never once did I deny you, I am sorry if I make you feel guilty for such things I do not think them horrible or wrong merely sweet experiments that I hold dear. And I'm sure if we were to make a blanket forts big enough for us both I'd be more then happy to continue our games "She smiled kissing his cheek

"My, my, little dove, are you suggesting what I think you are?"

she giggled "Depend what you think I am?"

"Are you suggesting that despite your impending marriage, you would like us to resume our... blanket fort games?" He looked at you, and his expression was almost bashful.

"mhm".she nodded

"And what if I said yes?"

"then I suppose we'd need to find somewhere to cuddle"

Aegon's lips curved into a smile. “Indeed we do little dove,” he smirked grabbing her hand and tugging her though the streets so they could find an inn for the evening to enjoy their time alone, 

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Shuffling your feet you sighed and wished for something interesting to happen. You were appreciative that you were one of the queen's favourites and that, for today, delivering a carriage full of supplies would be the hardest job you had that day, perhaps for the week. It didn’t make the waiting around any less boring though. You turned curiously as the door to the sept opened. 

It was the smaller door built into the giant doors at the front of the sept. It was disguised with ornate woodwork so that unless you inspected it closely you wouldn’t be able to tell that it was there.

“(Y/N).” Aemond said as he came into view. He was followed by the twins Erryk and Arryk. Aemond said your name as if he had hoped to find someone else.

“Aemond.” You smiled cheerfully and you could see the irritation at your cheerful disposition clear on his face. It did bring a spark of dreadful joy to rile him up. Though he never said anything, only giving you a distasteful look as if your bubbling character exhausted him beyond reason. You always got the sense that after spending any length of time with you the prince took a long lay down afterwards to recover.

“The royal carriage outside. That would be yours?” He asked in the same tone. He came across as rather bored and as if he would rather be anywhere else but he was also stern and impatient, his foot tapping as he waited for your reply.

“It is. Your queen mother has asked me to take this to the Septas to be given out to the needy.” You held up your large woven basket that hung from one arm and several more that were lined up on the worn wooden benches near the front of the sept. It was lined with green cloth and filled with food left over from a feast that had been thrown by King Viserys in Princess Rhaenyra’s honour two days prior.

“And you are alone?” He pressed. His foot tapping out an echoed song on the cold stone floor, his fingers matched the sound as they tapped silently on the hilt of the sword on his waist. 

“Yes. That is why I was sent with the royal carriage your mother prefers.” You said as if that answer was obvious. You turned your attention away from the three men and towards the two septas that hurried towards you. The youngest gave you an appropriate greeting for your rank while the elder lady bowed her head quickly, thanked you and assured you the queen's gift would be greatly appreciated. There was a loud rustling and scuffling which drew all your attention towards a stone table with candles set heavily into the floor towards the back corner of the room. The younger septa, newly joined from a sept outside the city and not as used to the chaos of the royal house as the elder, jumped as Aegon leapt up from the shadows under the table. He darted off with a determination, not unlike the rat cats from the Red Keep, when the cook would chase them from the kitchen when she received dairy goods. While the twins chased him Aemond followed calmly. He stopped to bow to the three of you before following. There was peace again as the door closed, promptly broken by Aemond’s barked cry of “BROTHER!”

Once you had completed your task for the queen, you took the time to light a candle and knelt to pray. You lit another candle for the queen as well. It seemed the right thing to do when she hadn’t been able to make the trip to the sept as she wished. Once you were done you dusted yourself off and headed to the carriage. 

The silver carriage you had been allowed to take today was the queen’s personal carriage, not the usual one that you and her ladies or the ladies that waited on Princess Helena would ride in. It was pleasantly upholstered and the wheels rolled smoothly even over the roads that had become uneven during the weather over the last few months. 

“Are you ready to return home, my lady?” One of the queen's guards who travelled with the carriage asked. You nodded as he opened the door and helped you up the wooden steps into the carriage.

“Yes. That is all the queen wished for us to do today.” You said and smiled at him. 

All of a sudden something large struck your side and you yelped as you plummeted painfully into the carriage and something large, heavy and smelling of stale alcohol landed on you. 

“Unhand me!” Aegon snapped at the guard who was quick to follow your fall into the carriage and jump to your aid realising that the attacker was in fact Aegon and finding himself unsure if he should let him loose or not. “I said unhand me!”

“Aegon!” You snapped once the poor guard, pail-faced and clearly panicked, had helped you to one of the seats, seeming to decide it was best to let the flailing dragon go rather than try to heave him out of the carriage. Ageon had already taken up one of the bench seats and did not look willing to move again, so you sat on the other. “You’ve ruined my dress!” You complained as you saw the mud and dirt he’d gotten all over your clothes. Ageon did not respond, instead, he gasped a few times and waved a hand at the guard, who was still lingering in the doorway of the carriage, indicating that he would like to be taken home. You glared at him, fixing him with as hard a look as you could manage.

 "I ran too fast and now I can’t breathe. It’s the first time I’ve exercised in four years." He gasped out after a long pause. You tried not to giggle but the sound broke out on its own and made him smile as you put a hand up to your mouth as if to try and catch the sound.

“Why are you running from Aemond?” You asked to distract from your amusement and he sighed.

“Because he’s a frightful bore and I wanted to have some fun.” Aegon sprawled out across the seat he was occupying and closed his eyes.

“You shouldn’t hide in the sept. It's rude. Not to mention you always hide there so you're easier to find.” You said quickly. He opened one eye and groaned a little.

“Are you going to scold me all the way back to the keep?” He asked lazily. You sighed and leaned into the comfortable seat a little more.

“I would much rather not have to talk to you at all.” You said quickly. He chuckled and shrugged.

“Very well.” He spoke with sharp amusement that made you frown.

“I mean that.” You said stubbornly. He smiled again and basked in the sun that burst through the carriage windows as the long stretch of road opened up and the carriage turned down the road that exited the main heart of the city and headed to the front courtyard of the keep. 

“And I agreed.” He was starting to smile, amusement playing at the corner of his mouth as you fidgeted in your seat, running your tongue over your front teeth and smacking your lips quietly with frustration. “But you do insist on it ever so much.” He said after a pause.

“Because you do not speak as if you believe me.” You answered matter of factly. He nodded and made a noise as if he agreed.

“It is true I do speak in such a manner. Mostly because I don’t believe you. You like me more than my brother at least.” He said softly and grinned as he looked over at you, his feet kicked up against the wall of the carriage at the end of the seat, crossed over each other at the ankle as his hands rested on his chest.

“Not true at all. I find Daeron much more enjoyable to spend time with than you.” Your answer made him laugh.

“Everyone likes him. But you like me more than Aemond.” He sat up and leaned towards you as the carriage came to a stop. The small space seemed to become smaller still under his gaze, watching you as if he wanted you to confess that he was right but the door was yanked open and Aemond appeared as he stepped into the light that burst through the opening, yanking Aegon out of his seat and through the carriage door out of sight. Sir Cole stepped into view shortly after and gently helped you from the carriage. 

“Thank you for finding him.” A stiff voice came from behind you. Turning you found Otto Hightower over seeing Aegon being swept out of sight into the depths of the keep.

“Well, really he found me.” You confessed and smiled. Your smile fell awkwardly when Otto’s face remained stern. 

“The queen will see you in her chambers for an update on your trip to the Sept.” Otto said and nodded to Cole. Though he was gentle as he guided you inside, Sir Cole’s grip on your arm was unyielding and you had the good sense to suspect that Aegon had gotten you into some kind of trouble.

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I’m not sure if this is how you put requests in, so I’m sorry if this is wrong lol. But i was wondering would u mind writing a Visenya Targaryen x fem reader? Cause I see in most fics it’s a lot of stuff on Aegon and Rhaenys and I feel like our girl Visenya needs some love. I don’t really have a story in mind I’d just love to see her protective and possessive over us while also maintaining a friendship with Aegon and Rhaenys, if makes sense. Like we all get along, but we’re her girl and she’s gonna make it known lol. I hope it makes sense and I hope ur doing well author 🫶

Beauty and the Dragon.

Visenya Targaryen x fem!reader, arryn!reader.

summary: reader is basically sharra arryn but spicier.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: reader is a mom, non canon aegon i, smut, mention of reader being a prize.

You were known as the Flower of the Mountain, Y/n Arryn. You ruled in your son's name as Queen Regent in the Vale and the Mountains

When you received the news of the dragons from the south you had a worried look on your face, the Eyrie was defensible from the ground but in the sky, it was vulnerable. 

You were scared, who would not be? A dragon could bring death and destruction to everything that the sky looms over. You ordered every one of your bannermen and advisors to raise defences and be prepared to defend the Vale. 

You were with your advisors when the whole castle was shaken by a monstrous roar that could be heard from miles away. 

‘’Where is my son?’’ you asked.

‘’WHERE IS HE?!’’ you shouted while running out of the room watching the people get up on their feet after the incident.

When you arrived at the throne room you saw your young son in the lap of a golden-silver-haired woman who was adorned in silver chain mail with a beautiful valyrian steel sword by her side.

She looked breathtaking, ethereal and elegant but also fierce and confident. You looked up at her with a glistening gleam in your eye.

The woman shifted her gaze from the young king to you and the two of you held eye contact which felt like a lifetime, her eyes were those of a beautiful purple which complimented her stern features.

‘’Who are you, release my son at once!’’ you exclaimed.

‘’Forgive me for the entrance I made but surely you must know that I needed to make an impression.’’ The woman said while looking playing with the young boy king.

‘’My name is Visenya Targaryen, eldest child of Lord Aerion Targaryen and Lady Valaena Velaryon of Dragonstone, sister to Ageon the Dragon.’’

‘’Let go of my sons’’ you said.

‘’I have no means to harm your son, come walk with me.’’ Visenya gestured for them to walk into the courtyard.

You walked with them outside where Visenya was holding the young king and babbling some stuff to him.

‘’If you don’t mean to harm us, why are you here?’’ you asked while looking closely at your son.

‘’Well, I will have to inflict some harm if you do not surrender the Vale and Mountains to me and my brother.’’ Visenya said while looking at you. 

‘’As I see it, you are only a force of, one man and with a simple nod of my head I could have my archers let a hundred arrows fly.’’ you said.

‘’Could you now?’’ Visenya said and then the ground rumbled that was followed by a roar and from the sky descended a formidable green dragon that landed by Visenyas side.

The dragon was beautiful.

Some of the archers fled while others laid down their bows and shook in terror.

‘’Mama look at the dagon’’ the young boy king said to his mother, clearly not afraid of the large beast that was beside him.

‘’DRA-gon, little one.’’ Visenya said as she put him down on the ground.

You saw your son's face lit up and crouched down to hug your son. You looked at your son, then the dragon and lastly at Visenya who stroked the dragon's snout. 

‘’I willingly surrender my son's crown, the Vale and the Mountains and all its treasures to you, on the condition that you will let my son live.’’

Visenya looked at you with a sympathetic look.

‘’Of course, your son will live, as will you.’’ Visenya said.

‘’I thank you’’ you bowed to her.

‘’I will be staying here, my brother and sister will be coming soon and we will make our journey North, perhaps you might indulge me with stories of the North, or the Vale and its so-called… treasures.’’ she winked at you, clearly into you but not making it to obvious.

‘’We shall have a feast prepared in your honour’’ you said while she mounted Vhagar with your son because she promised him a flight on Vhagar.

—

Two huge dragons arrived, one black as night and the other silver as the moon, they landed outside the Bloody Gate and arrived at the Eyrie where you were waiting with Visenya.

You saw how majestic the man and his sister, the younger one, were a great beauty. They truly were destined for something great and were going to achieve it.

‘’Brother’’ Visenya said.

‘’Dear sister.’’ he replied.

‘’Lady Arryn.’’ he shifted his gaze toward you and took your hand and kissed it. ‘’The poets did not lie, you are indeed very beautiful.’’

‘’Welcome to the Vale, my Lord, you flatter me’’ you replied, with a certain scared voice.

Rhaenys greeted you and she was very excited about the Eyrie. 

—

The feast began and it was a big one, music was played and people danced to greet their new lord. It was also ideal for the bannermen to meet their new lord.

Rhaenys was chatting with some lords and ladies about her dragon and tales of Dragonstone. 

‘’So, Lady Arryn, how long have you ruled here?’’ Aegon asks.

‘’Well for about seven years, my son ascended the throne when my husband died.’’ you reply.

‘’You have not re-married? I’m sure a score of men would love to have you beside them.’’ He chuckles but Visenya shut him down quickly.

‘’She has no need for a man, from what I have seen Lady Y/n has done an admirable job ruling the Vale.’’ You give Visenya a smile.

—

When the night came closing in, you retired to your chambers after visiting your son and you ran into Visenya, she had just returned from a flight.

Her hair when it was all worn out from the flight made her look amazing, the sweat from her ride, the way she pulled off her gloves and adjusted her clothes. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t make you feel something.

‘’I was wondering if you might educate me on the King in the North, Stark is he not?’’ she says to you while panting.

‘’It’s getting late, Lady Visenya.’’ you said but she caressed your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

Her lips tasted like lavender and cherries, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in closer.

You were feeling confused but were also so drawn to her, you wanted her, and you needed her badly so you also grabbed her.

You led her to your chambers where you undressed each other while kissing in between. 

She pushed you onto the bed and began leaving wet kisses on your stomach while you were naked and vulnerable beneath her. Her hands were constantly on your body.

She moved down to your core and put your legs over her shoulders, she started licking your folds while moving up her pace as you panted and moaned with the sound of pleasure.

Her hot breath on your naked body sent chills down your spine and you felt like you could see stars. 

The two of you went like this for hours and then you hear a knock on the door, terrified but curious who it might be, it could be your son or just a servant informing you about something.

You started collecting yourselves until Visenya caught your wrist.

‘’Lay here darling, I’ll handle this.’’ she said with dominance in her voice.

‘’No wait-’’ you protested.

‘’Quiet’’

Visenya walked to the door, half naked with only her long hair covering her chest with not a single care in the world. She opened the door and greeted her brother.

‘’Well well, what are you doing here?’’ she asked.

‘’I would ask you the same thing.’’ Aegon replies.

‘’Enjoying the spoils of war, I do enjoy my prize quite well and I do not plan on sharing them.’’ She said, clearly having the upper hand.

‘’I only came to bid the Lady goodnight, I shall see you on the morrow, sister.’’ He replied.

‘’I might be late, for I have much to do this night.’’ She replied.

—

The morning arrived and you woke up next to Visenya staring at you, admiring the numerous love spots she painted on your body. She caressed your hair and admired your naked figure in the messy sheets.

‘’I don’t want you to leave.’’ you say.

‘’I will be back before you know it darling.’’ she says while getting dressed.

You help her with her chainmail and fix up her hair nicely. Always giving her a few kisses in between.

—

When the three siblings were about to depart for the harsh North you were there to bid them farewell and good fortune.

You first spoke with Aegon as he walked up to you while putting on his gloves.

‘’We thank you for your hospitality Lady Arryn, it was an honour meeting one so beautiful as yourself.’’ he tells you.

‘’The honour is mine my King.’’ you bow to him and for the first time address him as King.

Rhaenys then hugged you goodbye and smiled at you and your son.

‘’My Queen.’’ you bowed to her.

‘’My Queen.’’ again to Visenya who looked at you with lustful eyes. 

‘’From this day, the Arryns will hold the position as Wardens of the East and Defenders of the Vale. Starting with the first Warden of the East who is Lady Y/n Arryn.’’ Visenya proclaimed to the audience who came to bid them farewell. She gained loud applause from the crowd.

Aegon walked over to Visenya and grabbed her arm.

‘’What do you think you’re doing?!’’ he asked his sister.

‘’Relax dear brother.’’ she said while shuffling from her brother's grip.

‘’After all, you said that it is an honour to meet one so beautiful, and I would hate to see her talents of ruling go to waste.’’ She said while holding your cheek.

‘’So beautiful indeed.’’ She whispered and then kissed you with passion in front of Aegon and Rhaenys, Aegon looked at her with jealousy while Rhaenys smiled.

‘’I shall be back.’’ she said to you.

‘’I will await for you, my Queen.’’ you said while holding her hand.

—

The dragon Vhagar flew numerous times to the Eyrie after King Aegon Targaryen the first of his name was crowned and it is said that Lady Arryn and Queen Visenya spent more nights than King Aegon did with Rhaenys.

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Moments to Memories: Chapter 1 - The Start

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You were born nine months after the wedding between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, and ser Laenor Velaryon, heir to Driftmark.

You were the only one born between Rhaenyra and Laenor to have the Valyrian silver hair and purple eyes, but many believed you had been Prince Daemon Targaryen's true born daughter with Princess Rhaenyra.

You were born in King's Landing, with a long feast in celebration, as you were declared Rhaenyra's heir, in spite of you also being born a girl, your mother, Rhaenyra, stayed with the believe that the first-born child should inherit the throne, which to your grandsire, King Viserys I agreed with.

In the eyes of Viserys I, the Heir was Rhaenyra and after her you, who would take the name Targaryen once you will ascends the Iron Throne, to the annoyance of the Hightowers and some Lords of the Realm, who wanted your uncle, Ageon Targaryen, to take the throne, since they believe he is the right heir.

For your celebration, your parents had gifted you a dragon egg, and hoped soon it will hatch so you could bond with it like your parents did with theirs. And it did, but to their surprise and Viserys, the male dragon that hatched turned out to be looking like Balerion, the Black Dread that Viserys rode when he was younger.

For the first time, Rhaenyra was worried about a dragon, she was afraid maybe he wasn't the dragon for her daughter, considering it's one of the most dangerous dragons that can't really be tamed. She was afraid you couldn't control that dragon, and you could get hurt, or worse, get killed.

However her worry disappeared as she was observing you bonding with the male dragon as the time went by. She still didn't let you be alone with the dragon, or let along ride him as he slowly grow large. But after your sixth name day, Rhaenyra change her mind about her daughter's dragon.

When you and your four year old brother Jace ran off to play with your dragon, Hellfyre.

The dragon was in chains inside the dragonpit, which was upsetting to you since you thought the dragons should be walking around there freely.

When you saw Hellfyre been patted by one of the Dragonkeepers, you and Jace were about to walk closer when you were stopped by Queen Alicent's Knight, Ser Criston Cole. "Princess. You and the prince shouldn't be here."

"We're allowed to," the six year old you said. Hearing your voice made Hellfyre look toward you, and to tilt his head.

"Not on your own," Criston said as he shook his head. "Not without your parents. Now, let's go." 

As he tried to pull you and your brother out of the pit, Hellfyre heard the both of you protesting and trying to get away from the Queen's Knight, the dragon thought that his rider and her brother were in danger, so he broke out of his chains and flew to attack Criston.

However, after only giving the Knight a bite on his armored arm, the dragon was calmed down by only you when you spoke to him in the Valyrian language that your mother taught you. The Dragonkeepers managed to put the dragon back to his chains as the situation was explained quickly by you to the now pregnant Rhaenyra, Laenor, Queen Alicent and King Viserys.

"He could have killed him," Queen Alicent said as you all walked to the King's chamber. "That dragon should be killed."

"No!" You said as you looked at your grandfather with a worried look. "Please, Hellfyre was just protecting me and Jace! He thought we were in danger."

"That's true," Jace agreed.

"It was just a misunderstanding," your father spoke calmly as he looked from the angry Queen to Viserys as he sat down on his arm chair.

"A misunderstanding?" the Queen repeated as she looked at her husband, "You don't actually believe that."

"Calm yourself," Viserys said, "From what I understand, the dragon simply tried to protect the children because he thought they were in danger."

"Well they weren't," Alicent said, "What if the next time that dragon will harm our children."

"He won't," you said and looked from your grandfather to your mother with teary eyes, "Please, don't let them hurt him."

Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders as she looked at her father and the Queen, "The dragon is not a threat to any of our children. Yours and mine. He is bonding with y/n, and she is his rider, his instinct is to protect her. That's why he did what he did."

Alicent opened her mouth to argue but Viserys cut in, "All right. All right. I understand that." He looked at you and Jace, "But, no more going to the pit by yourselves, am I clear?" You and your brother nodded quickly. "All right then, you may go."

You didn't miss the glare Alicent send as you and your family started to leave the chamber. You didn't knew why your step grandmother hated your family so much, but you didn't dare to ask the woman herself. Instead you asked your mother, which she told you about the time she and the Queen were best friends before she married your grandfather.

You heard someone calling your name behind you, and you all turned to see your uncle, Daeron, running toward you.

He nodded to your mother, "Sister."

"Brother, are you alright?" your mother asked with a small concern frown as she looked at him up and down to see if he was hurt.

"Yes," he answered, "I just heard that something happened at the dragonpit with y/n."

"Everything's fine," you said and looked up at your parents, "Can Jace and I play with Daeron outside?"

"Of course," your father said as he smiled down at you, "You will be called when your grandparents arrive."

You smiled happily and looked at Daeron, "Let's go." Jace reached for your uncle's hand and yours and the two of you led him quickly to the doors.

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SugarDaddy!Aegon x reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! 18+

Warnings: SMUT!!!! piv, oral (m and f receiving), semi-public s*x, slight choking, slight hair pulling, daddy kink, overstimulation (I think???)

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Getting something from Thistle and Spire is now a dream of mine

"Aegon, can I have this one?" You looked at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

You and Aegon were at one of your favorite lingerie stores, Thistle and Spire. Aegon turned around from a set he was looking at and inspected the one in your hands. He reached out to feel the sheer, lacy fabric between his fingers. "Hmm, it's cute, kitten." Aegon took your set, and the one he was looking at earlier, and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "How about you pick out two more and you can give me a little show in the back?"

You couldn't help the shiver that ran through your body, resulting in a pool of excitement in your stomach. Even though you were very much getting turned on, your excitement of getting lingerie won and you did a little happy hop. You all but skipped away further into the store with Aegon in tow. He couldn't help but smile at your eagerness. 

Your playfulness was what caught his eye when he first saw you. When Aegon initially put out the notice for a sugar baby he just wanted a mind-blowing fuck every now and then. But, with you, he came to genuinely enjoy your company. It made buying things for you easier for him, seeing your little dances and jumps of excitement whenever he shops with you.

As you made your way through the shop you found two more sets you adored. The first one was the Freyja Bodysuit and the second was the Verona Set. You plucked them from their racks and skipped back to Aegon.

"I found these two, Aegon!" You exclaimed. You were just so damn excited about this.

Aegon handed you the two sets previously picked out, the Medusa bodysuit and the Smokin Mirrors set. All four of them equally sexy.

Aegon gently took your hand and led you to the changing rooms, "Do me a favor and model these for me, kitten." His hand slid up your back and to your shoulder as he smoothly pushed himself inside the room with you and quietly closed the door.

"Aegon, this is a public store? You can't be in here with me," you whispered. As much as you'd love for him to see every moment you were well aware of the workers and other potential shoppers. 

"Shh, shh. It's okay, my kitten. I promise it's completely private." He stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head. "Now that we're alone, kitten, what do you call me?" He gave you a sly grin.

Looking up at Ageon you felt the pressure start to build. You put on the sweetest face, full of innocence and lust. "Sorry, Daddy. I was just getting a little nervous."

He took your hand and brushed his lips over your knuckles. "It's okay, just show these off and we're all good, I promise." He pulled you in by the waist. "And if you're good I'll reward you when we get home."

Your knees became weak but you refused to let them buckle beneath you. "Yes, daddy," you said. Whenever Aegon pulled you close you couldn't help but breathe in his scent and get slightly drunk off of it.

Aegon crossed his arms and leaned against the door as he watched you undress. You took your time getting out of your clothes, a black skater skirt and graphic shirt knotted at the bottom with dark red thigh high socks and black vans. You slipped your shoes off and was about to peel off your socks when Aegon stopped you.

"Keep those on, kitten. You always look so damn good in those," he said huskily. 

Giving him a sly smile and looking up at him though your eyelashes, you slowly rolled your sock back up.

"Like this, daddy?" You gave him the most innocent of looks.

"Perfect, kitten. But you still have more to do."

You turned around so your back was facing him and unclasped your bra. It was your deep red lace bra with flowers embroidered on it. As it fell to the ground you slowly bent down a bit to grab the first set. Every move you made was slow and deliberate. Feeling Aegon's eyes roaming your body always gave you a rush of excitement.

The first set you put on, the Verona Set, hugged your body perfectly. It was a corset style bodice with sheer black fabric. The lining was thick and bold, outlining and extenuating your curves perfectly. Black roses bloomed from the bottom of the cups and flowered just over your nipples. The thong dipped low but came up high with the black roses.

After you clasped the back, you turned to Aegon. "Do you like it, daddy?" You asked.

"Give me a little turn, I want to see it all," Aegon softly demanded. 

He was slowly bringing in his dom voice and it did not go unnoticed by you. You complied and gave him a turn, once again making sure to go slowly so he could drink in everything.

"Gods, you look so good and you still have three more sets to show me," he grinned. 

You could see the list in his eyes and knew he was holding back. 

You carefully took off the Verona Set and slid into the Medusa bodysuit. After seeing an ad for this pop up every now and then, you made a promise to get it. The Medusa bodysuit was all sheer nude except for the four snakes that slithered up your sides and over your tits. The heads of the tallest snake on each side also hid your nipples, which were slowly getting harder. They were aching to be touched but you held yourself down.

Aegon looked at you and reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Fuck, I wouldn't mind you turning me into gold if it meant touching you. Like her, you are far too beautiful to be a goddess."

Clasping your hands behind your back, you twirled a bit in place waiting for him to say more.

"This one is just as sexy as the other, kitten. If it keeps up like this you might get four new things today."

Turning around, you let Aegon help you slide out of the suit. His hands caressed the sides of your body as he pulled it down. He kissed down your neck and shoulders before reaching your back and stepping away. Aegon knew that if he stayed too close to you he'd lose it. 

Unlike the Medusa bodysuit, the Freyja Bodysuit was a little more complicated. There were side clasps but you needed Aegon to help you out. As soon as he did, he took his spot back against the door to get a better view of you. It was a delicate off the shoulder silhouette, once again with sheer black fabric. Its back was completely open and the front had two center keyholes with two rings, both connecting the opposite sides of the keyholes.

When you turned to Aegon his eyes were wide.

"I want to rip this off of you so badly, kitten," he growled. "You're being such a tease."

"I wouldn't be such a tease if I didn't have to give you a show, daddy," you countered with a smile.

"Trying to be cheeky, kitten?" He pulled you in close. You could feel his breath in your neck as he whispered, "Keep it up and see what happens." Aegon roughly let go of you and gave you a quick slap on the ass. "Last one to show me and then we can go home, I promise. Although, I'm not sure about that reward, you got a little mouthy there, kitten."

You turned around with your eyes wide, "That's not fair!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's what happens to little kittens who tease their daddy," he smirked.

You huffed as you unclasped the suit and put on the last set. As you held it you knew Aegon wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you. The Smokin' Mirrors set had three pieces, a high waisted thong, a bralette, and a shrug. Black flames burned from the bottom of the cups to just above your perky nipples. 

As you put the shrug on you pretended to struggle and turned to Aegon. "Daddy, I think I need help," you said with the biggest doe eyes. "I just need you to do the clasp around my neck." You looked up to give Aegon room to clasp it. Every breath you took was heavy and you were sure Aegon could feel your heart racing. 

Aegon's hands rose to the base of your neck as he grasped both sides of the shrug and pulled them together. He couldn't help but run his hands over your arms and down your body.

"You are so fucking beautiful, kitten," he whispered.

Smiling at him, you leaned into his touch. You pushed your chest up ever so slightly, trying to get him to touch you where you wanted him the most.

A smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he finally brought a hand up to brush your nipple. A whimper left your mouth as he circled the sensitive bud with his thumb and gripped your waist hard with the other hand.

"And you're all mine," he growled.

Aegon's lips crashed into yours. No gentless, just pure, aggressive passion. One hand pawed at your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass. He traced your lips with his tongue before forcing himself inside your mouth. As you pushed against him you could feel his hardness underneath his jeans.

"Don't you see what you do to me?" He said when he pulled back. "You drive me fucking crazy. You and your lingerie and your little show you put on."

The hand on your breast moved up to your neck, unclasping the shrug. Once the shrug was off, his hand gently wrapped around your neck and applied the tiniest bit of pressure. A quiet moan escaped your mouth.

"Oh, you like that, kitten? You want daddy to take you here?" He released your neck and went back to massaging your breast.

"Yes, yes, daddy please," you cried.

Aegon silenced you with a kiss. "Quiet, kitten. We wouldn't want anyone to find us, would we?" 

You shook your head as you desperately tried to grind against him. He leaned in for another kiss but turned away so you kissed his cheek instead.

"Be a good little kitten and strip for daddy. Take everything off except those thigh highs," he commanded.

You took a step back and made a show out of stripping. Swaying your hips back and forth, you ran your hands up your body to play with your breasts before unclasping it and letting it fall to the ground. Aegon grunted in approval as he saw your perky nipples, straining from the coolness of the room and the arousal taking over your body.

Stepping over the bralette, you bent over to pick it up and give him a complete view of your ass. You were about to stand up and take off the thong when a strong pair of hands pulled you so Aegon's chest was flat against your back. 

He kissed down your neck and bit down on your shoulder. 

"You're being a tease again, kitten. I think you need a reminder of who I am."

He took a small step away from you as he undid his belt. Your eyes were glued on his hands. You loved that belt, whether it was used to tie you up or to smack your ass. Even watching Aegon take it off sent shivers down your spine. Once the belt was gone you dropped to your knees and pawed at his jeans.

"Does my little kitten need daddy's cock?"

"Yes, yes, please, daddy. I want to taste you," you all but begged.

Aegon let you pull his jeans and underwear off, revealing his thick hardened length. It was red at the tip and leaking a bit of pre cum, which you happily licked up. His head got the attention first, being sensitive and all. You loved how it looked, so ready to be taken in by your mouth. Your lips circled the head as you licked the tip. 

Aegon groaned, "I already told you not to be a tease, kitten." He pulled your head away and dropped his role for a second. "Three taps on my thigh and we stop, okay?"

You nodded your head, "Yes, daddy."

He grinned. "Good, go back to my cock like the whore you are."

You put your lips around him once again and slowly started to bob your head. You couldn't take all of him in, so whatever you couldn't get with your mouth you used your hand wet with spit. 

Aegon tried his best not to thrust into you but he couldn't take it anymore. His hands grabbed your hair to steady you as he started fucking your mouth. You closed your eyes and tried to relax your jaw.

"Breathe, kitten," he reminded you.

You took a breath through your nose as he picked up speed. 

"Fuck, you take my cock so good. You're so good to daddy," he gasped. "Can't wait to feel your tight pussy around me."

You could feel him in the back of your throat, deliciously opening you wide. He pulled out of your mouth and helped you up to your feet before slamming his lips onto yours. His hands danced along the edge of the thong. You whined and moved your hips trying to get him to touch you through the thong. Instead of his fingers caressing you, you got a slap to your clothed cunt.

"Patience, kitten," he said between kisses. 

You groaned again but stopped moving your hips. Aegon smiled against you as he finally slid the thong down your legs. 

He held the soaked thong in his hands. "Did sucking me off really make you that wet, kitten? You ruined such a nice piece of lingerie," he chided.

You stood in front of him bare. "I'm sorry, daddy," you said in a small voice.

"Don't worry, daddy will make it all better," Aegon smirked as he dropped to his knees.

Grabbing your thighs, he nudged your legs apart and looked up at your glistening cunt.

"I'll make you forget your mistake, kitten, I promise."

You gasped as he laid an open mouthed kisses on your folds. His tongue darting out every once in a while to stimulate your clit. All of his attention was soon on that pearl and you had to bite your knuckle to keep yourself quiet.

"I wish I could hear those pretty sounds," Aegon said between sucks. "When we get home I'll make sure they're loud."

He slowed down just enough for you to think you'd be fine removing your hand. As it fell to your side Aegon shoved two fingers into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit.

"Daddy - Daddy, please," you strained out.

"Please, what?"

"Fuck - please - fuckkk."

Aegon pulled away from your clit to look up at you. "Finish on my face, kitten," and he dove back in.

Pleasure was building up inside you, your hands were tightly balled into fists. When your knees started to buckle, Aegon grabbed your sock-clad thigh to keep you up. You could feel him go faster, you knew he wanted to finish hard. Your head leaned hard on the wall behind you and your fist came back to your mouth. If it wasn't for the support of the wall and Aegon below you, you would've fallen with how hard your orgasm was. 

Aegon licked up the rest of your arousal the raised his fingers for you to clean them.

"You're such a good kitten, aren't you?" He praised. "Now that you've cum on my face it's time for me to fill you up." He stepped away from you. "On your hands and knees, kitten," he smirked.

Obediently, you got on your hands and knees. You stuck you ass up and wiggled it at him out of anticipation. 

"Look at you, so excited to take my cock," Aegon said as he fisted his cock. 

When you felt him rub his length up and down to gather you slick you couldn't help but whine and try to push back against. He was quick to grab your hair and lean over to you.

"You will take what you get. No one likes a greedy kitten," he whispered. 

Aegon didn't give you a chance to respond after letting you go. You felt the magnificent sudden stretch of your pussy as his cock tore you apart. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before picking up the pace. 

His hands were gripping your hips as he whispered praises. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Gods you're perfect, you're perfect and you're mine," he said between pants. "Tell me you're mine."

You barely registered what he told you to do because he was hitting that sweet spot so good.

"I'm - fuck. Fuck, daddy I'm - fuck please!"

"Words, kitten. I asked you to say something."

The pressure was building. Heat continued to pool within your stomach and Aegon's balls were smacking your clit with every thrust. You couldn't think, you could barely talk. He always got you drunk on his cock.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy please! Fuck, daddy, I'm yours. I'm all yours and I love your cock," tears were starting to run down your face.

"Good kitten," Aegon grunted. "Now cum with me."

Digging his fingers into your ass, he picked up his pace, fucking you deep and hard. Nothing made sense to you, nothing except for Aegon. He kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again. You loved it when he was hard with you and loved it more when he finished inside you. Thank the gods for birth control.

With one last thrust, the coil inside you broke, pleasure raging through your body as Aegon shot his load into you. He fell forward but caught himself with both hands on either side of you. You came down your high but the small twitches of his cock kept you sensitive.

As he pulled out you couldn't help but pout and whine over the loss of his cock inside you. Aegon helped you up before putting his underwear and jeans back on. After you shimmied into your clothes Aegon hugged you from behind and rested his chin on your head.

"Guess we'll have to buy all four sets, huh, kitten?" He asked.

You blushed and melted into his touch, "I guess we will." You pulled out of his slightly to hold your hands behind your back and sway from one foot to the other. "Thank you, daddy," you said with a smile.

He picks up the bodysuits and sets, making them look nice and neat, before opening the door for you. As you walk towards the check out counter he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek but lingers a bit longer.

"Tonight I want you to wear the Verona Set, I want to tie you up while you're wearing that."

You glanced at him and smiled, you couldn't wait to get back home.

[vaokses]

Hello..can you write Ageon ii x reader wife(she is witch, healer and a dragon rider..), she has gone to her hometown..when she heard that Aegon had been hurt in rook's nest and Sunfrye is also missing.

She is able to track Sunfyre deep in the woods hiding..an she heals him..and then go back to King's landing..and Aemond is scared..because the green council looks up to her more than him..

Hii! Yes, of course! It is such an interesting idea, and the aspect of magic in this universe is so fun to me, I love this.

I'll be posting it soon, I'll tag you when I do. Thank you so much for requesting! 🖤

[theship-thewalrus]

More aegon ii targaryen x niece, part 2 where there at the family dinner thing and aegon has his hand on her baby bump. That just makes me squeal idk why.

Hi anon!! I am glad you and others seemed to like it! Here is the requested second part and I hope you all love it as much as the first :)

aegon ii targaryen x niece! female! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 1517 words reading time: about 9 minutes warnings: n/a

part 1 || ending 1 || ending 2 || ending 3 || ending 4 || headcanon 1 || headcannon 2

A family dinner was the last thing you had wanted to do after being pushed to tears under the stares of your birth family. How you wish to simply stay in your shared room with Aegon. Hidden away from the world, living in your own paradise where everything was fine. But you could not deny the wishes of a dying man, no matter how much Aegon assured you that he would not mind skipping the dinner.

The man had never cared for his father, though using such words for the man was being kind. They may have shared the same blood, but Viserys acted little like a father towards him or his siblings. Similarly how you and Rheanrya had grown apart after your marriage to Aegon. Yet, unlike Ageon you had good memories of your time with your mother before it went to hell.

The room was lit and the table was set as you entered the dining room with your husband. The chairs were set for both families and a large gap in the middle, for what you assumed was for the King. With his hand on the small of your, back Aegon lead you to the table, ensuring you sat with him. Slowly everyone began entering the room, most of them sending a smile while others only gave you a glare.

Your eyes were cast down on the table in front of you as you decided to stay quiet for the night. Aegon's hand reached out and grabbed your hand under the table. A reassuring squeeze was given yet his eyes remained forward, not giving away your interlocked hands.

As the doors opened for a final time, it was just the King to arrive. The sound of chairs scraping the floor rang out as everyone stood up in his presence. The man looked horrible, like before a golden mask covered his decaying face, yet now he seemed not even have the strength to walk. Once his chair was placed down everyone sat once again, Aegond helping you by pushing in your chair slightly.

Though he was not a man who was very open and out about his affections for others, it was the rather small things. Things have seemed to amplify after your pregnancy. It made you smile to see a man who is usually so rude and distant, be so kind and attentive. The man simply needed to be shown he was loved, that he deserved the happiness he felt when he was with you. He deserved the family you would give him.

In the dead of night, when not even a mouse stirred in the Keep he could confess to your sleeping form about his fears. His fear of being like his own father, a distant and uncaring man who was disinterested in any child that was not Rheanrya. He would vow he would not be like that, he would be better. He would care for his child and know he was loved.

The food slowly began being served after the King almost pleaded for a single meal with his family. Where no glares or snide remarks were made. That for a single moment they pretend they are a happy and close family, not one on the brink of ruin. Toasts were being drunk over others, false words of admiration and care spoken for them.

"And a toast to my daughter. That despite her marriage, she still holds her head high." It was a backwards comment, anyone could see that. But in the King's bias towards her, the comment was unquestioned. A glare set on the silverware in front of you, your hands clenching into fists. How could she say that? About your marriage, the one she organized.

It was clear that the comment upset Aegon as well, his face hardening and another glass of wine was drowned. Normally you would tell him off for drinking so much, that it was not good for him. But this time you would let it slide because you knew the wine needs to be flowing to get through this.

Toasts continued, the music began and the dancing of Helena and Jacaerys began. For a moment everything was in order, with the addition of wine there were smiles on people's faces. Learning to the side you whispered to Aegon, the man holding a sly smile as his eyes drift to the people you whisper about. The glass of wine never left his lips for long.

All seemed well, that for a moment this would not turn. There would be a single happy memory of his family for this decaying man. But as Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood to address everyone, you knew such a thing would not happen. That the one-eyed man is bitter and scorned. As the poisonous words poured from his mouth and the pleas for him to stop from Alicent fell on deaf ears, chaos erupted.

Jacaerys was quick to take his words to heart and so did you. He spoke in such a way to your brothers, almost forgetting you were their sister. That you too adored the features of Ser Harwin Strong, that you even now are subjected to whispers and odd looks. When you were younger the word bastard was thrown at you like it was nothing, people enjoying to call you by what they believed to be your rank. A bastard that held no true blood of Laenor.

You had moved to rest on your bump, as your brother attacked Aemond and your husband attacked your other brother. Tears fill your eyes as it all became too much, the cruel words he spoke and the lack of defence from your husband. Had he agreed with his brother? That you were just a bastard?

You were one of the first to leave the room, returning to your room for the night. Not bothering total to Aegon or even looking at him after the fight at the table with your brothers. You knew you should stand with Aegon, to be his wife by your side. But he allowed a comment to slide so easily, the mind can not even defend you.

Entering your room the door was shut loudly behind you as the tears for the second time that day trailed down your cheeks. Angrily, you took off the jewellery you wore, carelessly throwing them on the dresser. The door opened once more while you were doing so, Aegon sneaking in.

He immediately noticed your disappearance from the supper and left to find you. A part of him knew he should've defended you, told his brother off for his words in front of you. Yet he was too caught up in the chance of hurting someone, fuelled by the endless amount of wine he was given. But even in his state, he knew you were missing and upset.

"My wife?" He questions coming up from behind you, his hands coming out from behind you and resting over your bump. It was something that comforted both of you in different ways. Any other time you would melt at his touch, but you were filled with anger, only enforced by your pregnant state. Stepping out of his grip your eyes were hard and cold as they gazed upon him, lacking their usual warmth.

"Do not touch me Aegon. I wouldn't want you to soil your hands by touching a Strong." your voice was laced with venom as you all but spat the words at him. The man before you coward into himself at your gaze. He hated it when you were not upset with him, it was not something that happened often, but when it did he loathed it. He had seen the same look on his mother and father all his life, he never wanted you to look at him in such a way.

"You know I do not agree with my brother." He begins but you cut him off "Yet you did nothing." His eyes flick to the ground, trying to fold into himself as you glared at him. You did not like seeing that sadness in his eyes, the way he awarded before you. All you wanted to do was bring him into your arms and reassure him. But he could not get away with this, he needed to know it was not right.

"Aegon, you know I love you. That I look past things you say and do all the time. But this is something that I can not look past. For years I have heard the whispers others say about me, the looks and stares. I know when we were younger you too said such things. But... I thought when we married, you put it behind you, saw me more than some bastard." There was a sadness in your voice as your tears continued, this time more sadness than anger.

Aegon frowned deeply as he brought you into his arms, the pair of you simply basking in each other's touch. Though this conversation was not over, tonight you would put it behind you.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Hey do u possibly do ageon the conqueror x reader imagines

No, sorry! Since I don’t know much about him 😏

[novaursa]

Jump on the train these last few hours. 🙂

Another story by your choice?

Let's switch this around today. Your men come to you and say they've managed to capture an important Targaryen/Blackfyre leader.

[the-fiction-witch]

Advantage

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Flirty Word Count - 886

Warning - Semi non consentual / heavy drinking / forceful drinking / peer pressure

Ageon sat in the council chamber, in his seat as king. The table was empty but for himself, dressed in his finery and his chain, but his hand trembled as he forced down the dregs of his cup. He forcefully put down his cup on the table the sound echoing across the chamber. 

Such a sound got the attention of the only other person in the room, the young cupbearer. She took the wine and came over, her small pale yellow dress swishing as she walked, her hair in a long braid, she approached nervously as she came to lean over the table to fill his cup to the brim. She felt his eyes as he glanced down to the cleavage of her dress, she didn't speak but she prepared herself for the pinch, and slap or fondle he was well known for. 

"Do you know your duties, Girl?" He snapped, 

"To... refill the wine, your grace," She answered sheepishly, 

"I meant your other duties," He chuckled his eyes never leaving hers, 

"No, your grace,"

He chuckled, "Do they train their girls to be obedient when you come from?"

"Yes, of course, I... I know to be very obedient your grace," 

"Well, as you're an obedient and... quite pretty little thing, I shouldn't wonder if your lord after had other reasons for sending you to me," He chuckled drinking his wine, 

"I- I do not know my father's mind, your grace,"

A slight grin turns up the corners of his lips, "Sit."

"Your grace?"

"Sit. Sit with me, have a drink," He stroked his knee invitingly, 

"Oh- I- I do not drink your grace,"

"Is that so? Why not?"

"I do not like the taste..."

"Well, I want you to drink with me. Here." He takes another cup and fills it to the brim, "Drink up. Now." He says less of a request and more of a demand, 

She takes the cup in her trembling hand and takes the smallest sip she could, 

He watched and chuckled with a predatory smile, "Good girl, Another. A bigger one this time and make sure you... swallow." 

She nodded and held her breath as she took a quick mouthful swallowing it fast as soon as she did her body shook as she grimaced from the taste of the strong wine, 

Aegon watches her with satisfaction and a sly chuckle being such a seasoned drinker, "Good girl. Now take another mouthful and this time. you don't stop until the cup is empty." he smirked but his voice stern never breaking eye contact, 

she nodded unable to avoid his eyes, her eyes read of fear but she does as he demanded. She held her breath and drank until the cup was empty even if she grimaced, and trembled from her dislike of the taste. And when the cup was empty she sat it on the council table with a clang gulping one last time to try and remove the taste from her mouth even if given her downing of the wine some of the red wine stained her lips and some even fell down her chin. 

He smirked and leaned forward in his seat, He wiped her chin and smirked as he sniffed a little enjoying the scent of the wine on her lips, "My, are you feeling tipsy now?"

She shakes her head, 

His eyebrow raised, "No? Are you sure little thing?" he smirked his grip on her chin tightening, "Are you sure you're not feeling the effects of the wine?" 

"I feel dizzy and sick in my tummy, your grace,"

"That means it's working," he smirked, "Come on I want you to sit here on my lap," He stroked his thigh more aggressively, 

"Yes your grace," she nodded sheepishly as she moved and sat on his knee holding her dress to make sure no accidental exposures could happen, 

"Good girl, now you relax and have a little more wine." He smirked wrapping his arm around her waist grabbing his cup and bringing it to her lips, 

"You're grace..." She tried to protest,

"Drink."

"Yes your grace," she nodded and sipped the wine from the cup as he almost poured it down her throat, she coughed and squirmed but once the cup was empty he sat it back on the table and pulled her so she could lay on his chest, he refills the cup and continues to make her drink the two sharing cup fulls of wine, each time she trembles but begins to feel limp in his arms only able to stay up because she was sitting on his knee and leant against his chest, her lips parted a little and her breath is only the scent of the wine, it's clear it's taken effect as she begins playing with his sleeve and looking around the room like a newborn child dazed, confused and delirious.

Aegon grins at her confused and relaxed demeanour. His grip tightens slightly until he is holding her firmly in his lap. He whispers into her ear, "That's it, good girl." He smirked as they finished the last of the wine, "Now how do you feel?"

she giggled nuzzling closer to him, 

He smirked and gripped her waist tighter, his other hand ripped the skirt of her dress from her hands and pushed it away until he grabbed her bare thigh digging his nails in, "Perfect," He growled...

[the-fiction-witch]

Targaryen P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Lymeria Targaryen (Daemon & Viserys sister, Twin to Ageon, Daughter of Alyssa and Baelon) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1547

Part One

Daemon led us back into the Red Keeps grand halls, now empty but Viserys and his hand Otto Hightower, 

"Back so soon?" Viserys chuckled, "Don't tell me plans have changed already?"

"Somewhat," Daemon smiled, he patted my hand so I moved away to the side lines as Viserys came down to speak with him and Otto soon left, 

"What is it then?"

"I would like to put a potion to you for your approval?"

"Oh? Well do enlighten me, brother,"

"I wish to take Lyermia as my wife," 

He was stunned, "You what?"

"I wish to take Lyermia as my wife, wed her in the fashion of our house and give her children of pure valerian blood. I seek your approval to wed her."

"This... forgive me, I must be hearing things, you wish to wed Lymeria? our sister?"

"I do, I wish to wed her by the time the moon turns, I have already taken her maidenhead some years before this moment,"

I blushed to be reminded of it, 

"You what?!"

"I took her maidenhead when I was nothing more than a boy of seventeen, I now wish to claim my right to wed her."

"You have ruined her! What Lord will wed her now in this condition?" Viserys gritted his teeth as he grabbed tightly on Daemon's collar he was shocked upon hearing our request.

"Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Lymeria. I'll take her as she is and wed her the tradition of our House," Daemon gasped,

Viserys fumed dropping Daemon onto the hard stone floor in front of the throne, "Wed her to you. She is a Targaryen princess! Our sister!" Viserys yelled

"I'll wed her myself!" Daemon spoke in a voice almost as loud as our elder brother's. He got up from the floor and stood tall like he did when they duelled in the training yard many times. He walked a few steps towards our elder brother and stared him in the eyes with a menacing look as if he were a feral animal.

Viserys knew that his younger brother was as ruthless as he was capable. "you have no right to our sister. You have ruined her! For your own ambition!"

"She’s a Targaryen princess! Not property you get to ship about. By rights of my blood, my prior takings and my desire I have every right!" Daemon replied forcefully taking a step closer, his hands clenched to fists. “When I gave up my crown you said I could have anything, I want Lyermia. I will wed her in the tradition of our house. I will do my duty to her. I will honour her. Give her children that will continue our dynasty for longer then our names will be a part of the record.”

“This is not a debate. My word is spoken.”

"Let me marry her!”

"you are already married."

Daemon felt his head starting to boil from rage again. "To a woman in a land that matters nothing to the Seven Kingdoms! To a woman I don’t love and a marriage I never wanted! Let me marry the girl I want! Let me marry our sister!"

"This was your intention... You steal our sister's Maidenhead so you can claim her for yourself, take her claim to dragon stone, make yourself heir in her stead. You do not want her for love, you want her for your own selfish ambition!"

"And you have any right to deny me that? I have done nothing but obey your every damn whim to secure your throne! I killed for you! Fought for you! Gave up the love of my life for you!" Daemon took another step and his voice got louder as he towered over Viserys. "I’ve done everything you’ve ever wanted from me! I gave up everything and got nothing in return! Now you dare refuse me my reward for this?"

"Mother indulged you. And it has given you a richous self-importance! Our sister shall wed the lord Lannister of casterly rock and you shall stay with your wife in the vale. Your KING! Demand's it!"

Daemon was so furious that he could barely contain himself. He was on the verge of exploding in rage. "You've been given everything, Viserys! Our mother doted on you and your desires and your demands while she ignored me. Is it so difficult to grant me one wish?"

"After what you have done to her be lucky I do not send her to the sept to become a sister"

Daemon didn’t speak for a few moments after our elder brother’s words. He was fuming in fury. "You would send her to the sept? To become some celibate, pious, boring nun while I still have a chance to marry her? You are a rotten, ungrateful man. You do not deserve to be king."

"I could have your tounge for that"

Daemon smiled at his elder brother. "You could, but you won't. Why? Because deep down you know I'm right. Your ego doesn't allow you to acknowledge your inadequacy for the role that you're in." he smirked, "It's why people whisper in the streets about you. It's why you're mocked as "Viserys the Beggar King" in the streets of Kings Landing. It's why you can't even rule the Seven Kingdoms despite the dragons we possess and the army we have at our disposal."

"do not let your vanity get you killed Daemon. I will mount your head on a spike before the day's end!"

Daemon scoffed at that threat. "What’s the matter, brother? Can’t stand it when someone tells it to you straight?" he chuckled, "You don’t have the balls to kill me. You’re weak, Viserys. Everyone knows it. And there's no denying it. It's why our father saw fit to name me as his heir for all those years, before you cried and bitched until he acquiesced. You were afraid of me. I may not have been the elder brother but I was the stronger and better brother, not you. And still am."

"ENOUGH!" I screamed my voice echoing off the throne room's stone walls and high ceilings, "Enough... No more of this. You are brothers. What would mother and father say to see you bickering so!"

"Lymeria -" viserys began

"No! All of this arguing over my fate! If either of you cared for me you would ask what I wanted!" I yelled

"Forgive me, little sister. I only wanted to ensure our desires.” daemon nodded, 

“Thank you Daemon,” I nodded, “Viserys, you are my brother. And I have lived my life in the shadow of the crown understanding that I will have to sacrifice so much for the good of the crown, for our family. For the blood of old Valeria and the power of dragons that which our family holds to its name sake. And I know as a woman I have less of a voice than both of you. But I have a voice. And I shall use it.”

Viserys nodded, “Much has been given up for the sake of our family… you most of all…” he said, "What do you want, lymeria?”

"I want to marry Daemon. Call off any arrangements made with lord Lannister. I do not care the money he has paid for me I will not go to him. And if you force me I shall take nightwing and I will burn casterly rock into a pile of molten gold, if you send me to the sept I will burn it from within. This is my choice I have given him my Maidenhead many years ago and I wish to give him my life, and my future.”

"if you do this. I shall banish you both from my court." Viserys threatened

"Banish us. Or any children in our future. And we will take nightwing and caraxes, the gold cloaks, the armies loyal to us, to dragon stone and we will march upon kings landing and claim the throne by force." Lymeria threatened “I do not do this on a childish whim, I do this after years and sacrifice, after years of courting and considerations, of being shipped from castle to castle. The nights I have spent alone. I have had time to consider this and all its corners, I do this not only for the man I love, but for the betterment of our family, our children will be Targaryen blood as pure as it comes, no other families will gain our blood or our dragons, our children will be Targaryen princes’ and princesses’ ready and willing to take the throne if needed. Or to take up any keep needed for them to hold. This is a decision I make for our family, and it is a choice I am giving you to make.”

Daemon smirked and he came to me putting his arm around my waist and pressing his forehead to my own, “I didn’t know it was possible for me to love you more my dear sister,” he smiled, “The Targaryen are almost extinct Viserys, whether or not you like to admit it. Few of us remain, and I know together Lymiera and I can help prevent our ending.”

"may gods have mercy. Fine. For the good of the kingdom. You may wed. And your children will follow the rules and laws of our court. Now go. Take Dragonstone as your home." Viserys accepted begrudgingly