#it’s still stupid that aegon just sat on it. but i have that question for GEORGE TOO!!!!

[atopvisenyashill]

i’m finally watching the episode and can i say i love how many mutuals rushed to be like NO I AGREE THEY SHOULD HAVE LEANED INTO IT i was in the spoilers tag and it shifted to “not this fuck ass prophecy” and then i went to my dash and it was all “i hate this fuck ass prophecy i hope they never mention it again” NO KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE FUCK ASS PROPHECY MAKE IT A HUGE PLOT POINT THATS THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE IT BETTER

oh damn am i the only one of my oomfs who likes all the prophecy stuff and wishes they had it in there more,,,, actually

[hisfavegirl]

Queen’s Revenge - King Aegon Targaryen x Twin Sister!Reader

Summary : the aftermath for the stupidity of your younger brother’s stupid actions made your son lose his life, the anger and hatred you felt made you go crazy and act without thinking.

a/n. in this story the reader having a brown hair just like Alicent, like i want to make sure that one of her child is having her appearance tho.

You cried and screamed when you saw your son, Jaehaerys. coldly killed by Blood and cheese before your own eyes, you sat limply before finally approaching Jaehaerys' body.

"Remember, my queen, all this happened because of a son for a son" the words that came out of Blood's mouth kept repeating in your head, you shook your head quickly and continued screaming while hugging your lifeless son.

Blood and Cheese ran away through a secret passage which turned out to be at the end of the room before the guards started to arrive, seeing the condition of their queen and the prince. they immediately reported this to the King and Doweger Queen. With trembling hands you gently stroked your son's pale cheek, Jaehaera just cried and continued to hug you as she looking at her headless twin brother.

Your son's head is separated from his body which makes your heart even more broken knowing that his death was not easy and your son was in extreme pain. "I'm sorry Jaehaerys, I'm sorry I couldn't look after you. I'm sorry" on your dress there are stains of the blood of your son and your hands are stained with his blood too.

You could hear the sound of hurried footsteps before finally the door was kicked open and Aegon was standing there panting for breath, you broke down crying again when you saw your husband standing there. Aegon limply approached you and hugged your body, he looked at his son, his heir was lifeless in a very worst condition.

"I-I tried to stop them, I offered myself but they still killed him. they killed our son Aegon" you whispered weakly in his arms, Aegon just remained silent and continued to stroke your hair.

then you heard a scream from your mother who had just arrived, she hurriedly approached you "what happened? oh god Jaehaerys, what - who did this?” no one answered his question, behind him you could see Haelena and Aemond who had just arrived and were surprised to see the situation in your room.

Jaehaera was taken away by your sister, while you and your husband remained there with your mother. you continued to cry while cradling your son's head, Aegon's heart ached seeing you in this condition. Your mother took Aegon's place and you sobbed in her arms, everything you felt you poured out in your mother's arms.

“why does it have to be Jaehaerys? he's just a child, mother. he doesn't know anything, he's innocent” You cried again and hugged your mother tightly, Alicent was just silent and continued to rub your back to give you comfort. Aegon couldn't stand it and left the room, you let him. You kept crying and crying in your mother's arms until you were tired and fell asleep.

You woke up with a headache, you looked around and realized that you were in your mother's chambers. You are reminded again of your son, your first son, the jewel of your life, who was taken away by force by people who have no heart.

“how are you feeling now?” You turned around and found your husband sitting at the end of the room, in the dark watching you. your voice was choked, your breathing became heavy and your tears rolled down your cheeks again. "I'm not fine Aegon, they killed Jaehaerys. t-they behead our son, our son Aegon!"

You could see Aegon sigh before walking towards you, he took your body into his arms and there you broke down crying again. Aegon tried to calm you down by gently stroking your hair and back, he also kissed the top of your head.

The door to your mother's chambers opened and revealed your mother and Aemond walking hand in hand. Your mother immediately approached you and stroked your head. “where’s Jaehaera?” You've cried and screamed too much, which has made your voice hoarse.

“she’s safe with your sister” You just nodded in your husband's arms and closed your eyes, Aegon kissed the top of your head again and looked at Aemond.

“I want the security of this palace to be increased, I'm afraid they will come back and continue what they haven't finished” you could hear Aegon's voice shaking with anger, you knew that your husband was afraid. afraid that they will come back and kill you.

“don’t worry brother, and I will think of a way to repay them, we will win this with dignity. we will prove to them that we are different, not like them”

you broke away from your husband and looked at ypur brother in disbelief, “dignity? in circumstances like this you still think about dignity? they killed my son Aem! my fucking son!"

you are angry, you are burning with the fire of revenge, you are sad because you lost your son, you look back at your brother and pull his tunic so that his face is close to yours, your breathing was rapid with anger and you gritted your teeth.

“my love, please let him go, I know you are angry but don't be like this” You could hear your mother's voice and your husband's hands trying to release your grip from Aemond, but you didn't let go. You looked at Aemond angrily, you could see the fear on his face.

“fuck dignity, I want revenge”

then you released your grip and pushed his body until it fell on the floor, you looked at Aegon and immediately hugged him again. once again the tears you have been holding back break out again “I want them to suffer! I want them to lose everything.”

“I will make sure they suffer, for the sake of our son”

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[sharararararara]

Yandere Aemond Targaryen x Older sister reader

WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE(not to the reader but to an oc of mine), AEGON BEING WEIRD, Mentions of children getting married, angst( a little?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG TO MAKE THIS, AND I'M SORRY FOR NOT PUTTING THAT MUCH YANDERE AEMOND, BUT I PROMISE YOU THERE WILL BE MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

CHAPTER 3

Helaena there you are! Helaena looked at you as you ran toward her, you sat beside your sister who was looking at a bug she had just found.

I don't think it can see... Said Helaena, Why? You asked, slowly getting more curious about the bug she was holding, she did not answer your question, just simply staring at you.

I- um... I mean if you don't want to tell me then it's fine. You spoke, you never really understood why Helaena never talked clearly, She liked to speak in riddles, never giving the real meaning behind them. You never really cared, you sometimes have fun trying to find out what her riddle meant, it was like a game to you.

You just kept quiet and continued to observe the insect, you loved the time you spent with your sister, even though she never really talked, it was still calming. Aegon did not deserve Helaena, you knew what Aegon does with the maids, and you felt disgusted by him. You don't even want to think what he might do to your sister. Sometimes you wish that it was Jace instead of Aegon, sure Jace can be a bully sometimes, like what he does to Aemond, but you still think he would treat Helaena better than Aegon.

Suddenly a maid ran towards you and Heleana, Princess Helaena your Mother is calling you, said the maid in a hurry.

Helaena sighed, not wanting to go, yet she did not have a choice. She stood up and went to the maid, both of them leaving you behind.

A frown was on your face as you watched them walk away, you were alone again, and you did not have anyone to talk to, and surely you did not want to talk to Aegon, he would be probably drunk or harassing the maids again, and you could not really talk to Aemond since you did not really know where he is, so it's only you and yourself.

You sighed as you stood up, dusting off the dust from your dress. Why not a walk around the halls? you said to yourself as you started to walk.

You had a dragon, named Larix, but you were not allowed to fly on him yet since he is a big dragon, and you might get hurt or worse die, you think that was a stupid rule that your parents made for you since you already flew on him once when you claimed him, but I guess you did not have a choice, it's either waiting until your old enough or will never ride him.

Your parents were protective of you, when they found out that you claimed a dragon they went ballistic, they complained that the dragon was too dangerous for a little child like you, yet they still arranged a marriage between their daughter to their son, even though they are still children, funny right? And sooner or later Aegon will bed Heleana, which is disgusting because they are still children. You felt bad for Helaena and Aegon, even after what Aegon did, you still felt bad for him being forced to marry his sister.

But what can you do? They are Targaryen, it's normal for their house, yet it still is messed up.

Sooner or later, you will get betrothed to some man, you do not really want to get married yet, but what can you do?

You pray to the Gods that the man your parents will betrothed you to someone nice and respectful, and not some old lord who only wants to bed little girls and carry his heirs.

Sometimes you wish that women get the same respect as men in this world, women in this are known as "weak" or "fragile" and only used for pleasure and to carry heirs. They say "women can't rule a kingdom", saying that only a man can, since they are "strong" or "powerful".

When a woman sleeps with a man, they call her a whore, but when a man sleeps with a thousand people, no one blinks an eye.

You had a friend before, from a wealthy house, her name was Esther, she was 14 years old when her father betrothed her to some lord.

At first, she thought that he was nice, but on their wedding night, that lord raped her, she pleaded for him to stop, yet he did not listen.

She died from giving birth to her son, her husband did not care, only remarrying someone else.

You missed Esther, she was your only friend. The last time you saw her was when she visited you, she was 6 months pregnant, she had a fake smile on, hiding her true emotions.

You remembered when you and her were alone in your chamber, she cried in your arms, telling you about how her husband beat her every day when she didn't follow his orders. You were in rage when she told you that, you wanted to speak to her husband, but she pleaded you not to, saying she would only get beat up more.

You remembered how much you cried when you received the letter from her mother, telling you that Esther, your friend, died last night while giving birth to her son.

You never forgot her, and you will never will. She was a good friend, and you wish you could get revenge on her husband for what he did.

You wanted to shout at her father, for making her marry that piece of shit, and for not believing her when she told him about what he was doing to her.

[minami97]

Ugly Sweaters In Spring - Modern!Aemond x Reader

Pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Genre: FLUFF

Warnings: None, but be bamboozled that I gave Aemond a knitting hobby

Spring has been here since March, bringing a variety of colors and pleasant scents to the cosmos. Aemond Targaryen, who lives with his siblings and crush in an expensive high-rise apartment, started knitting during the break. He had been knitting hats, sweaters, scarves, and mittens all winter, and to his brother, the ever-flaring Aegon, it is a silly hobby.

"Aegon, just leave your brother alone. You can't deny they kept us warm last winter." You nagged from the dining area. 

The elder Targaryen only scoffed and left his brother to his own being. Curious as to what Aemond was working on, you left your work on the dining room table and went to watch him knit.

"Aem, what are you knitting?" you asked in a cute way without looking up from his project, Aemond just gave you an appreciative look but did not answer your question. Not wanting to give up, you just sat down next to him and put your head on his shoulders, "A sweater." He replied, still knitting the half-finished project of his.

The fact that your best friend and crush were knitting a sweater piqued your curiosity and prompted you to look for more answers. "Who is it for? Is it for Helaena? I'm pretty sure whatever you knitted last year would last until next year."

"Hmmm. Not for my sister. It's for someone else." He replied and continued knitting. "Is it Alys, then? I thought you guys broke up after what happened last year." You felt yourself choke as you said her name, "Neither is she, and I haven't talked to her since we broke up." And knowing that the sweater wasn't for her, you let out a small sigh of relief. 

After countless attempts to elicit from Aemond who the owner of the sweater was, and his vague and unsatisfactory answers, you returned to the dining table to finish the work you had abandoned.

About a week later, there was a box on your bed with a beautiful card with your name written on it in cursive, and you opened it out of curiosity. Inside the box was a sweater with kitschy patterns knitted in your favorite colors. You examined the ‘ugly’ sweater and contemplated trying it on. 

"Don't be shy, wear the sweater. I worked hard on it." Said Aemond, leaning against your open door with a sly smile. You turned to look at him, "Do I've to? It's spring and tacky sweaters are part of Christmas." You tried to wiggle out of it.

"Don't worry about it, I knitted it to match the spring, I'm not stupid. So, put it on." He asked. Reluctantly, you put on the ugly sweater. "You're lucky I like you a lot." You grumbled against his ear as you walked out of your room and into the living area.

"OH MY GOD! HA HA HA HA! You look so stupid in that thing. Y/n!" Aegon burst out laughing hysterically when he saw you in the ugly sweater his brother had knitted. For the whole day, you wore the sweater and became Aegon’s target of mockery until nighttime. 

Before you retire with Aemond to your respective rooms, you give him a kiss on the cheek, "You know, that sweater is not so bad, it's pretty comfortable. I love your gift. I'll put it on when it gets too chilly. Thank you." He gave you a smile, "You are welcome. Just so you know, I knitted my own sweater to match yours. So we can match."

The fact that you and Aemond have the same sweater puts a big smile on your face. "Is the sweater some kind of love token from you?" You asked him with narrowed eyes. "You finally figured it out. I was going to buy a ring, but matching ugly sweaters would have been the more obvious choice." He teased playfully.

You reach out and hug him, "Yes. We can wear the ugliest sweater together. I love you," you confessed as you snuggled against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and returned your feelings.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My side was always by yours

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kiss, dysfunctional family, use of weapons, angst

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The torches didn't seem to twitch or dance for a moment. They cast no shadow for the highborn on the side of the royal family. The green ones.

The widow queen's heart hammered in her chest, her fingers clutching the chair at the head of the table, ,,We can't just do the demise of Rhaenyra…we'd be kingslayer" her words of resistance from her true inner Alicent who wanted nothing more than to turn back time before Viserys with her, but it was the words that filled her with fear, fear of her own family.

Her father's dark eyes, his look that always said more than his actions towards her, full of hatred, no disappointment, no his daughter could not disappoint him any more. She had disappointed him the moment she loved Rhaenyras herself, her heart and her whole being.

,,How did you think you could get blood on the throne, daughter?" Otto asked, sitting down and gripping the edge of the table a little tighter, letting her know that his patience was wearing thin with her preferences, her nature, her appearance. She had disappointed him enough.

,,Certainly not me," she heard the murmur of her first son's storm gray blue eyes, the mocking smile on his face, his family and yet the hint of pain. The pain that he had to fight, not for himself, no, Alicent Aegon had given up long after she and her father had ruined him.

No, Aegon was fighting for his own family…his children. She opened her dry lips as if the wine hadn't lit them but her real light Aemond gave her a look that almost made her flinch. It was the same reluctance as with Viserys, with Otto, with Aegon, with Criston, they all rejected the resistance of their queen.

She had power, she should be able to end everything and yet she was powerless in the face of her family who now sat before her. His sapphire flashed and the smirk made him give in to Lary's fearlessness and cruelty for a moment. ,,Mother, it is Aegon's and my birthright since time immemorial through the male bloodline," her own son told her and tradition and laws as if she were a stupid girl reading books she didn't understand.

Apathetically she nodded apathetically she smiled weakly and seemed only to perceive the fire of the torches. Dragons…her dragon…her Rhaenyra. ,,Rhaenyra…I will take care of the Widow Queen…it is my duty to bring the right blood to the throne," she said the words looking around with a confident look Aegon didn't care, Aemond seemed relieved and her father was relieved. But all just for a while.

Her shoes stopped in the corridors again as she hurried to her daughter in the light of the moon after a few hours of discussion. She felt strange, the dagger in her hand familiar and yet strange at the same time.

Hidden in the sleeve of her dress along with the small coin pouch, enough for a ship without questions. But the former queen felt strange. She was no longer a young girl running through the corridors with Rhaenyra and lcte, the steel on her back was not the admiration of Syrax's bridle that her beloved Rhaenyra had shown her.

Her own body no longer the same older with healed wounds and stretch marks from her own children. Only her heart was the same heart that still beat for Rhaenyra. But now this played a role in her heart beating with fear as she opened the door to her daughter.

Scurrying in, she held a hand over her mouth to stifle a startled gasp. Helaeana stood in front of her mother, already dressed, with her two twins Jaehaerys and Jaehaera sleeping on the bed.

,,We're going to see my half-sister Rhaenyra, aren't we mother?" the queen asked her lovely daughter, the dreamer of the family and the female image of Viserys, the man Alicent had never forgiven for not helping his daughter in this gift.

The mother touched her Helaena's hand, which she held out just for a moment to know she was there, ,,I am proud of you, my daughter," she murmured, and though there was no smile on the Targayren's lips, the look of approval was all Alicent needed to know.

She had always been on her mother's side, as much as she loved her own children, Aegon would never have been more than likely just a sibling.

Aegon too overwhelmed and Helaena too uninterested in a man who was shaming her, there were a thousand reasons why it wouldn't have worked out and yet here they were. Helaena had always been on the receiving end of the woman, her mother, the person who had touched her first. But the queen, like her mother, wasted no time in letting her tie Jaehaera on her back with cloths and Jaehaerys in front of her chest.

The third child to be born in a few moons was visible through the slightly bulging belly and would be born in the halls of his ancestors if all went well, she hoped. Shifting the small bag of clothes, insects and toys, the two women exchanged a final glance before Alicent clasped her daughter's hand and took her with her through the corridors.

,,We just have to make it through the gates to the castle," the brown-haired woman whispered, wanting to take the stairs to the entrance where there were fewer guards but Helaena paused, she knew how to get out and here it had been months and a few years since their marriage…Aegon had always snuck out through the corridor.

,,I know where to go mother and not to the harbor" the queen replied seeing the fear in her mother's eyes of not coming out and not coming to the seventh she had stood for all those years.

Nodding it was now the queen who led her mother past the guards making noises for distraction and waiting in the shadows all this while her children slept quietly but just like their mother they had become a quiet barely noticeable child.

Sneaking into the room of the first princess of the realm, Helaena went in search of the shadows while the older one swallowed. She hadn't been here for a long time, not with her. Everything looked as it had after her departure, yet empty and soulless.

It must still be here, it flashed through her mind and she began to search while Helaena had found the entrance and was already waiting there. She hugged her mother but hadn't seen similar images in her dreams of decisions of fire and hope it was the right thing to do.

Alicent had a brief look of victory when she found the old page from the historical book in the closet, hidden but easily visible. ,,We can," she said, hurrying to her daughter and following her down the dark stairs through the corridors into pitch darkness that made it easier for them.

,,You know these corridors?" she ventured after a few minutes of darkness and she herself had little idea, only suspicions, but not only the thought that Rhaenyra had passed through here more than ten years ago, but also Ageon, who had sneaked out and was carrying his own wife, made her walk on with disappointment.

,,A little I've always heard Aegon grandfather and others," the queen replied and even though Alicent couldn't see anything she believed her daughter was looking at her trying to encourage her until they stepped out a few minutes later.

The moon shone in the sky and stars lit up the city where the royal family women were. ,,Where to go?" Alicent asked, still confused, not knowing where else to go besides the harbor or a few rivers that crossed the water. ,,The dragon pit, Mother Dreamfyre, is already waiting," Helaena replied with such ease that one might think she had planned the escape, but it made sense, they would be allowed in and there are no guards there, dragons don't need protection, they had themselves.

Alicent hadn't realized that she had smiled at her daughter, that she had almost called her Rhaenyra, that she felt like she had on the nightly flights over the city they had taken together.

Hurrying to the dragon pit it was easy to get in the few guards were hardly active and the guards for the creatures only sounded the alarm when the animals started to roar but they didn't do that.

They smelled the familiarity of the dreamer with her strong connection to Dreamfyre and the familiar former queen. ,,Are you sure child?" she asked anyway as she placed her hand on the warm neck of the dragoness looking at her with the help of her daughter.

She hadn't been this close to a dragon in years, no months, but there was still a slight fear inside her and yet she had to swallow it. ,,Climb up behind me and hold this bag tightly, the egg for Maelor," she only said and she felt the warmth of the bag for the first time but it was clear that the rune-born prince also had a right, ,,What about Morghul and Shrykos?" the widow queen asked and looked into the hollow of the smaller dragon of her grandchildren.

But Helaena just nodded and seemed to get Dreamfyre to move without words and the two younger dragons followed their mother, ,,They will cling to her when they are exhausted," the queen said before Dreamfyre ran faster and spread her wings, Alicent clung to her daughter and clutched the bag before she felt the cool air around her a few moments later and Dreamfyre carried her out into the air towards Dragonstone.

Quietly and quickly they flew over King's Landing towards the sea knowing that they would probably be missed at dawn if they weren't seen now. Please, gods, don't let my sons, soaked by my father's hatred, hunt for us, the queen prayed, clutching the bag tightly and letting her daughter know that they could fly even faster and understand the smaller, younger dragons.

It took a few hours to get to King's Landing, the night would soon be over and they could guess that as soon as the sun rose, King's Landing would wake up and they would be gone. ,,They didn't follow us, thank the gods," she murmured and saw her granddaughter's little wide eyes looking at her and her grandmother stroking her bright hair.

Helaena, who hadn't said a word, stroked her son's and daughter's hair before glancing behind her at her mother, ,,Dreamfyre protects us mother no matter what awaits us… my dreams never came," she confessed and seemed unsure of her intentions.

That her dreams didn't protect her, her dragoness had to do it. But Alicent again suppressed her exclamations of fear and gave her a nod, a sign that it would be all right. It had to be all right, but when the sky darkened and the other two dragons appeared, when their children appeared, Alicent didn't know if they would make it to the ground alive.

But it didn't matter anymore when they saw the big old castle with the dragon decorations a fortress like Dragonstone only existed once and none of them had been here…but no Dreamfyre had been here half a century ago the dragoness knew what to, at least they hoped so. But it was enough to have hope because when Dreamfyre landed on the stone small docking area of the ship the stone became the bridge that led to the castle.

When the dragoness had landed and everyone had dismounted, Helaena also lowered her children and took their small hands in one of hers, ,,The castle of our ancestors," she said, looking with fascination at the old building while her dragoness almost let out a cheerful noise.

But Alicent felt nervous they were here, but just because they were here didn't mean they would be protected, that they would get out alive at all.

Moving first, Helaena beside her and the children behind them, the three dragons either flew slowly above them or made slight dents in the stone with their claws as the lizard-like creatures followed them.

The closer they got the faster her heart beat but even if it was nervousness it was also the feeling of freedom…freedom to make her own decision to do the right thing and follow her love.

But it wasn't another minute before they were halfway across the bridge when a screech rang out, ,,Daemon," she spoke his name with fear as she saw the red dragon coming over the hill and Daemon blocking the bridge with the gold guard, ,,Whore queen and leech dreamer with her deformed children I didn't expect you to die so quickly". Amused at his own words, she saw the smile on his lips and his men behind him seemed to follow his every command.

He was dangerous, dangerous like her Aemond his counterpart and yet she would not underestimate him he had never liked her not since she had the heart of his only love…something only they both seemed to know.

Dreamfyre let out her own scream that was echoed by her child dragons. A warning Caraxes observed he didn't like that there were now three dragons even if the little ones weren't a problem for him…but this bond between Heleana and Dreamfyre seemed to worry him. ,,We didn't come here to fight Daemon, I want to talk to Rhaenyra…I want to talk to the true queen," she countered and stood protectively in front of her family while Dreamfyre spread her wings as Daemon gave the command to draw the swords.

A feeble lie even for you green leeches" he hissed in disgust and she feared that even Dreamfyre could not fend them all off ,,We would have come differently if we wanted war" she tried again but her own hand was up her sleeve clutching the dagger advising her to protect the last thing she still wanted to love.

She could see in the violet eyes of the Prince Consort that he was thinking, but he seemed to suspect a trap, ,,Cunt King, come out with your cripple brother! Show yourselves and I won't have to feed your mother to my dragon!" he shouted, looking around in the sky to the sides, waiting for the cry of a dragon, the horn calling for battle but nothing came. ,,My mother the Dowager Queen speaks the truth, Uncle Daemon," Helaena tried this time, holding her children with her and seeming to defend everything this cruel world had given her.

He laughed, the prince laughed in amusement that his niece spoke, ,,Well said dreamer but you expect me to believe that then your death will be swift after all" he replied pointing his own sword at the small group and Caraxes cried out seeming to rise with a flap of his wings and Dreamfyre shot into the sky to defend her rider.

,,No! Gods darn it I beg you trust me for once!" screamed Alicent pulling the dagger out of her sleeve and pushing Helaena behind her pushing Jaehaery and Jahaera towards her the two young dragons stood in front of Helaena to protect their own riders.

Screams and roars could be heard as the two dragons circled each other in the sky, just waiting for the first strike. It was in vain she has forgotten me she will not come to save me her thoughts whirled around the dagger in her hand cold and ready to serve Dreamfyre ready to fight and Daemon with sword raised ready to kill.

Had she misjudged her love? Had she misjudged everything? Was she perhaps really only to be used as her father's stupid chess piece? Was she ever good enough to be a queen or a mother?

Gold. Gold had become her color. Gold like her dragon, gold like the crown of Jahaery on her silvery head, gold that was reflected in her violet eyes. Gold like the color she used to be before she put on the black and red. It was gold that shot out of the sun with her own dragon and landed between the two people with a scream that brought Dreamyfre and Caraxes to land.

,,What's going on here without my command!" the queen exclaimed, dismounting from Syrax and landing on Daemon's side, who immediately put his sword down and tucked it away with another warning look. ,,We have a visit from your old friend with her leech children and dragons," the prince consort said and ordered his men to retreat a little while Caraxes made his way back up the hill and Dreamfyre came to her at Helaena's command.

,,Queen Helaena, what are you doing here with the Dowager Queen?" Rhaenyra asked and approached the small group, her violet eyes showing caution, knowing that if it was a trap more would have happened long ago.

Alicent sensed the disappointment and sadness that Rhaenyra hadn't spurred her on but she lowered her dagger knowing the hurt she had caused her…a mistake she would never want to make again.

But Helaena shook her head slightly and reached into her pocket to retrieve the item, ,,My mother's and your mother's crown sister Rhaenyra I don't want such a thing…I have my own treasure here" one sister said to another with a gentle smile and looked to her children, her mother and her dragoness before handing the crown to Alicent. Once again, it seemed to be just the two of them.

Alicent with Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra with Alicent. The crown felt wrong in her hands and even though she was actually queen, she wanted to be, maybe once when the hand of Rhaenyra was her queen consort, but now she could only beg for forgiveness, couldn't she?

,,And what are you thinking of doing, showing up here with your daughter and grandchildren's dragons to make an offer?" Rhaenyra asked, but not with judgment like her husband, no, she slowly approached her former lover and placed her hand on the crown, both of them touching the same steel that had and still did distinguish her.

Alicent felt the burning in her chest in her heart as she was so close to her again. It felt good. It was right. It was like she was making a right decision for the first time as she curtseyed and handed over the crown to the true queen, placing her hands on the queen's and holding them.

,,It is forgiveness that I ask for, forgiveness for my use by my father that has contributed to this grievance. I ask for forgiveness that my heart only now truly realizes that I have listened to one side all these years," she began and her dark eyes finally looked back into those violet fleshly eyes of her dragoness once more with a hopeful expectation that she would say the right thing.

,,Which side would that be Alicent?" Rhaenyra asked now, looking at her sister and niece and nephew for a moment before looking at the crown, the discarded dagger and into the dark beauty of her Alicent. ,,My side has always been with you...my beloved Queen Rhaenyra" she finally spoke the words and the clink of metal could be heard as the crown fell to the dagger and the Targayren after decades of emptiness in her heart could finally embrace the woman the former girl she loved knowing that something had been reawakened in both their hearts.

That they finally had each other again, that they had not lost everything, that despite the blood, deaths and tears they had someone who had been with them from the beginning. That they had love.

It was on that day that the Widow Queen Alicent Hightower and her daughter and grandchildren stayed on Dragonstone by the side of the person they had always stood for. As Helaena and her children surrounded themselves with the princes and princesses of the realm, the smiles on their lips were visible and the relief of the young people was noticeable.

It was on that night that Alicent went to Rhaenyra she was called that night when the blood touched her skin as the ceremony was performed just the two of them under the moonlight of the gods and dragons performed the rite of marriage. ,,You are forever bound to the blood in my heart as my wife and my queen consort," Rhaenyra murmured, her fingers gently brushing the blood on the older woman's face as she smiled and yet looked slightly expectantly into the violet eyes.

Before they put their foreheads together they looked at each other smiles of joy reflected as Alicent returned the words, ,,You are forever bound to the blood in my heart as my wife and my queen" when their lips finally met and they finally kissed.

It was a night not only of physical desires, full of emotions, full of tears, full of fear, full of joy, full of anger at the past, it was a night that felt like they were young women again just for a beautiful moment.

It was a night in which Alicent vowed to give herself up with everything she could and help her beloved to end what she was partly to blame for, for which they all had a debt. She had put the red dress on her body barely a day after their union and it was a color she loved, a color she was familiar with, a color that heralded the beginning of the crusade when a black raven came.

A blood red drenched the sky her own tears came and she held Rhaenyra at night when they knew war was coming.

With the death of Lucerys, an innocent boy who, even though he had scarred her Aemond, should not have died, no one should have died. ,,I will stay with you I will not leave you Rhaenyra no matter what happens" she reassured her queen over and over as she held her and helped her as best she could with the birth of Visenya.

She struggled to hold back her own tears as her arms held her wife, leaving kisses on her and praising her. ,,I'll take care of your father, Jace," Alicent sniffled, pressing one last kiss to Rhaenyra's head before walking with Jace to the prince.

The rouge prince was as charged with emotion as she was, as Rhaenyra was, as everyone here on Dragonstone was. But she didn't back away, she had kept her oath to Rhaenyra for the first time. The voices of the two rose through the rooms and hallways as they argued about the queen, the children and the war plan.

She stood behind Rhaenyra's plans, while at the same time she betrayed her own children. His hand became more and more visible on his sword and in the worst case she feared being killed by him here and now over emotions.

Yet Daemon actually withdrew when Jace, Helaena, Joffrey and his own daughters stood by Alicent. A devotion she had never experienced, not from her own children, and never thought she deserved. ,,He's blind with rage, we know you mean well for Mother, Alicent, thank you," the young prince thanked her, and even though she could see how upset he was, not only his cousins helped him, but Heleana and the two little ones did their best as well.

When the dowager queen went back to Rhaenyra the blood on her red dress was not noticeable it didn't matter that red was now her new color and she knew how dejected her beloved seemed to be she would do anything to protect her, herself, the children and everyone.

,,Alicent…I need you I can't take any more," the queen murmured, still holding her dead daughter in her arms as the brown-haired girl sat down with a blanket, ,,I won't leave you it's all right rest I'll stay with you Rhaenyra," she told her, letting Rhaenyra snuggle up to her, stroking her hand gently and singing a lullaby in a slightly broken voice until the queen had fallen asleep in her arms.

No matter what, she knew she had chosen her place, they had all chosen their sides and finally she was in the place she always wanted to be. With Rhaenyra in her heart side by side even through the flames of the cruel war she would not give way. She would stand up for her love until the end of the Dance of the Dragons.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[towriteloveontheirarms]

"Back to school"- The kissing booth AU Chapter One

part 2 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon

summary: You get yourself in trouble on your first day back in school, go to a party and it´s time for the fundraiser. But nothing could possibly go wrong there, right?

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of sexual harrasment, underage partying and drinking

Taglist: @fan-goddess

(If you want to be tagged in this fic or any specif character taglists, send me an ask)

Now that you sat in front of the principal's office, looking down at the fingers that were playing in your barely covered lap, you questioned your whole existence. You were never one to get into trouble and now you had gotten yourself into exactly that by simply refusing to stay home. 

Aegon´s sigh beside you as he puts an ice pack to his busted lip pulls you from your thoughts.

“What?” your voice is a sharper than you intended to, but you don´t care. He was part of the reason why you were here now anyway. 

“I know you are naïve and all, but I never would have thought you would be naïve enough to come to school dressed like that and think nothing would happen.” He says dismissively. 

“I beg your pardon?” You turn to him, glaring daggers into his form that is still not looking at you. 

“Your skirt. You were practically asking for something to happen.” He turns to point at your exposed thighs. 

You scoff and open your mouth to give a retort, but right in that moment the principal calls you into his office. 

“It wasn´t my fault, I swear.” You start to defend yourself, before you even sit down. “My pants ripped and then my backups weren’t there and so I only had this left.” 

“Alright, just calm down.” The principal tells you in a slow voice that you assume is supposed to sound soothing, but you are close to tears with fury and embarrassment. Pulling down the short uniform skirt non-stop. 

“Calm down? I can´t calm down. A guy just grabbed my lady bum.” You almost whisper the last sentence. 

“Calm down? I can´t calm down. A guy just grabbed my lady bum.” You almost whisper the last sentence. 

“And he will have to face the consequences for that. Unfortunately, you broke a rule as well. The length of this skirt is a violation of the dress code. That means detention. Tomorrow.” 

Detention goes about as well as it could have. With Aegon sulking behind you on one side, rolling his eyes, shaking his head and scoffing ever so often and the guy that had grabbed you on the other side. As it turns out he is kind of cute though. Apologizing to you in earnest, effectively landing him your number and a date. 

Which kind of immediately gets temporarily forgotten that same afternoon, as Aemond drags you shopping. You slump in a chair in front of the changing rooms, waiting for him as the two of you brainstorm ideas for the fundraiser. A task that gradually grows to be more difficult than thought. Every new idea turns out to be taken by another club already, your legs bouncing more out of control with every rejected notion. Ending with you rubbing your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. 

“Ugh, this is so stupid…” You groan and let your head hang over the back of the chair. 

When the sound of the curtain sounds off and you look at Aemond, it takes you a moment for the world to stop spinning, while he just stands there waiting for your judgement.

“You know I´m not much help with this stuff… Why do you even care that much how you´re gonna look at the party?”

“Because Alys is gonna be there and I really want to kiss her?” He replies in a dry tone. As if it is ridiculous that you even have to ask and honestly, now that you think about it, you probably should´ve known.

“Today was literally the first time the OMGs ever spoke to me. Plus, she is a cheerleader.” It still confused you majorly that they did in the first place.

“So? Baby steps.”

“She probably wouldn´t even make out with you is if you´d pay for it, Aem... Sorry…” When you look into his eye, instead of finding him hurt you see an idea bouncing around in his brain. As if someone out in the universe had silently counted to three you burst out at the same time.

“Kissing booth!” It feels so good to finally not have to worry about that anymore, but with the relief also comes back another sinking feeling. The one you get every time you think about the date.

“What is one even supposed to do on a date?” You ask Aemond as you sit down in a small café.

“I don´t know, like… sit and eat… I guess.” At his answer the two of you look down at the food in front of you. Exploding into laughter momentarily. You ignore the dirty looks the people around you are throwing your way.

“Seven hells, I´m so lost…”

“Come on, stop fidgeting. You´re gonna be great. And if he doesn´t see what a badass you are that´s his loss. Alright?” Aemond takes your hand to stop it from picking at the seam of your dress.

“I just… Okay, I mean I don´t really believe you, but alright.” You sigh and with your hands still restrained by his, all you can do to soothe your nerves is checking your makeup in the mirror one last time. As Aemond drives off you have half a mind to call him back right that moment. But you know what he would say and so you woman up, calm your trembling legs, wipe your sweaty hands on your dress and wait for your date to show up. Fifteen minutes after your agreed time he isn´t there. You take a deep breath and tell yourself to keep calm. He´s just running a bit late. Thirty minutes later you can´t help the second thoughts sinking in. And when you still wait in front of the restaurant an hour later, with no message or calls you finally called Aemond to pick you up again. You thank him countless times for trying to take your mind off the failure that was supposed to be your first date and he is a real friend, letting you bitch about it the entire time. When suddenly you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

Your head whips around, the expression on your face speaks of more than just hurt feelings.

“Hey…” Your `date´ waves awkwardly, the black eye form the fight still sitting prominently on his face. “I came to… to apologize. I-“

“Yeah. One would think an apology is the least you could do.” You snark back.

“I know, but I had my reasons, okay? You gotta believe me. Targaryen has been going around for years, threatening every guy that planned on asking you out. And I won´t catch another black eye or broken nose or possibly worse for a pair of boobs.”

All the words you wanted to tell him before, get stuck in your throat and only come out in a scoff and a shaken head as he leaves. Lips pressed in a tight line and a curt nod.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You try to keep calm as you call Aegon that night. Which, much like your date, terribly fails. “Who in the seven hells told you that it was okay to go around keeping guys away from me?”

“I´m just trying to protect you. You´re naïve, but I know how guys really are.“ He argues back, but you can still hear the smile on his face.

“Oh, fuck off. You do not control me any longer. End of discussion.”

“Sure, we´ll see about that.” There it is again. That unmistakably smug smile on his face that can´t be hidden by his voice. With a frustrated yell you hang up on him and throwing your phone onto your bed.

Pitching your idea of the kissing booth doesn´t make you feel all too great either. Student council is more than just doubtful of the whole thing and Aemond isn´t any help at all as well. The only way you are able to convince them, is by lying about Aegon participating. Sadly, persuading student council doesn´t mean everyone else was ready to participate. Not on the manning the booth side at least. Upon asking most of your year, your phone blows up with messages of refusal. 

It makes you glad to get a break from all of it in the form of a party. Something you get excited about to early. The problems follow you there as well. Of course they do. First Aemond tries to talk you into talking to his brother and then the OMGs call you over to them. You don´t even finish greeting them, when Talya holds a Jello shot in your face. 

“Here, you need to taste this. Tastes green.” Her voice sounds over the loud music. 

Your heart beats higher as the alcohol burns down your throat, yet the girls don´t give you a break. Johanna and Alys talk at you to get you to go over to Aegon and ask him to do the booth, who is currently busy making out with some older girl. For the sake of everyone's well-being and to not catch anyone's attention, you ignore the pull at your heart and after another shot from Talya, you get pushed into the elder Targaryen´s direction.

You clear your throat once and then twice before they notice you. You have never seen the girl before, but she is arguably tipsy already and immediately gets mad at you. Shoving you as she tells you to get lost. You go to defend yourself, but Aegon beats you to it. Telling the girl that you are like a sister to him, and she needs to get. There is another stab in your heart. No one wants their crush to put them in the sibling zone after all. 

“Sorry, for ruining that for you…” Your voice is barely audible over the music. 

“Nah, it´s okay.” He waves your intrusion off with a small smirk that always seems to rest on his lips. 

“Now, that you are alone though… I wanted to ask, if you would help with our kissing booth for the fundraiser?” You try to smile and look as cute as possible to hopefully get a yes out of him. 

“Never.” He chuckles. Thus, sending you back to your new `friends´. 

When the girls ask you what he said, you put on a mask and just tell them “He basically does whatever I ask, but…” You put a finger to your lips. 

The rest of the party goes by much easier and with a whole lot more alcohol. Though you would not remember any of it the next day. Not the many games of beer pong or the Jello shots or may the gods know what else you drank. And most importantly you don´t remember how you started to dance on a table, pulling off your shirt for everyone to see or being caught and carried to a bed that isn´t yours right as you begin to fall.

What you think you will remember forever is the all-consuming and mind-numbing hangover the morning after. Looking around once the daylight isn´t so blinding anymore, you recognize it is Aegon’s room you´re in. At that realization you hurriedly check the state of your clothing under the blanket, to find yourself out of the clothes from last night and in Aegon’s football jersey. The gods didn´t mean you well after either. Right as you plan to sneak out of bed and find your clothes before anyone else can see you Aegon enters the room. You try to hide yourself behind the blanket as you bicker with him about the happenings of the previous night and getting to your clothes. So busy, that you don´t even realize your legs had tangled up in the blanket, making you fall on top of him.

Aegon laughs about the whole thing, as always. You on the other hand are utterly humiliated by the time you are dressed and leave the room to join Aemond, who is already up and way too cheery for what happened the night before. On the other hand, he hands you an emergency kit to cure the thundering headache so you can´t be too mad at him overall.

As it seems you have more reason to be mad at yourself anyway. May the seven damn all alcohol for making you tell everyone Aegon, who even now you can´t stop thinking about, would do the booth.

 Building the booth with Aemond is a lot more fun than any of the process before was. You are so stressed out with planning everything, so when his brush hits your skin, turning the skin it touched in a stripe of paint, your first reflex is to give him a taste of his own medicine. Through the laughter and fun, things quickly get out of hand. Ending with you covered in paint all over, as he is a much better shot when it comes to flinging the paint at you without seeing much or being hit with it himself. All the while you can´t even really open your eyes anymore, because there is so much paint on your face.

It leads you right into your next… mishap.

In your almost blinded state, you stumble into the closest changing room, thinking it´s the girls one. Your shirt comes off in a swift motion, the color splashes already starting to dry. Over the sound of the running water in the sink you don´t hear the quiet giggles.

It only erupts into full blown laughter and whistles when you turn around. Still covered in paint, but finally able to see again. They don´t even stop when you feel Aegon´s presence behind you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, trying to shield your half naked body from the spectators and pulling you out of the room simultaneously. However, in his own self-assuredness he forgot your promise that he wouldn´t control you anymore. So, you make sure to run an extra round through the full changing room, leaving with a smug smile on your face and your shirt over your shoulder. Reveling in the disappointed look on his.

After that incident preparations come along great and in no time, you are ready for the fundraiser to arrive. You eat cotton candy and check out the other attractions with Aemond, giggling at the irony of some clubs' choices. Aemond leaves you to go and prepare as you approach Aegon one last time. Asking him for help one last time. 

“Look who´s come crawling for help…” His tone is so cynical it stings. 

“Ugh, forget it. I just thought it would be nice for you to do something for people that care about you… Guess I was wrong.” You hide the frown by turning around and trudging off. 

And then it is time to open your own booth. You put on a happy mask and slide the name plates of the first two people in, handing them their blindfolds. Meanwhile Aemond greets the small cluster that has built in front of the makeshift cash register. 

“Alright! First off for the ladies: Jason Lannister! And for the guys: Johanna Lannister!” 

“Tickets can be bought right here; all sales and smooches are final.” You add and smile as the crowd cheers. 

You and Aemond basically get bombarded with money and so the kissing booth starts off as what you would call a great success. Well, one shouldn´t count their chickens before they hatch, or so they say.

After a while there is a rising uproar, commanding for Aegon.

“Targaryen! Targaryen! Targaryen!” You hear the crowd chanting.

Giving Aemond a panicked look he does something you would have never expected of him. He snatches a blindfold and gets out on stage to replace Jason. Your explanation that it was in fact `Targaryen´ up there, still turns away 99% of the girls. First and foremost, Alys. Which makes you feel hurt for your already blindfolded friend. Then, to your surprise, Floris Baratheon steps forward and pulls him into a passionate kiss. You step aside with them. They look so happy you feel like throwing up.

“It sure is okay to let you man the booth alone, right? We just wanted to have some more fun at the fair before the night is over.” Aemond looks half worried for you, but you know the happiness of the moment overweighs that.

“Yeah, of course I am sure. Now go, before I change my mind.” You smile brightly. Aemond and Floris look so cute it is easy for you to abide by rule number 18 of your friendship rules. Always be happy for your besties successes.

When you return to the action you are right on time to stand in Johanna´s way as she storms off stage. “I can´t do this!”

Looking past the curtain you see one of the nerds picking his nose as he is waiting next in line.

“Girl, you said Targaryen would be here. He isn´t. So I guess it´s your turn now.” Alys blindfolds you and shoves you out on stage.

You know lying wasn´t fair, yet still you feel betrayal course through your system. Unbeknownst to you they dug their own grave. With gaping mouths, they have to watch as none other than Aegon Targaryen replaces that nerd.

You however, only feel two hands on your shoulders, alerting you to someone standing in front of you.

“Okay, look. We don´t really have to do this. I know you expected Johanna and… And this is my first kiss. I mean I tried to kiss Cregan when I was younger but we kind of butted our heads together and…” You ramble on and on until a pair of lips shuts you up.

Butterflies rise up in your tummy and you move quicker than you ever have to remove the blindfold, to find your crush of so many years in front of you. In a matter of seconds your lips find his again. Pressing against them, your arms slung tightly around his neck. Your mind feels as blank as ever. It´s like in one of those movies, where the camera spins around the kissing couple as fireworks go off in the background. In this moment everything is more than just perfect.

[ripdragonbeans]

Don't Do It

Modern Aegon and OC!Daughter

Summary: Aegon's daughter wants to take on the family business but Aegon tries to convince her it's a living hell.

Warnings: Hurt comfort??? Questionable writing?

Idk the idea was really solid in my head and then I started typing and this came out ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Aegon never thought he'd be a father, or at least a good one that stayed in his child's life when his wife left. Yet here he is, in the living room, talking to his girl about what she wants to do with her life after college. Faelyn, like her father, didn't give a damn about what other people thought of her. But also like her father, she did care about what her family thought of her, even if she didn't show it.

Aegon and Faelyn sat on the couch going through her potential paths to go down once she graduated in May. She already had her eyes set on a particular one but Aegon was ready to talk her out of it.

"Dad, I majored in business specifically for the reason of taking over the family business. I want to do this, I promise," she almost begged.

"Faelyn, you don't know what you're getting into. There's a reason I stepped back from my position and handed it to your Uncle Aemond," Aegon sighed. "It's suffocating, you get no freedom, everything is planned for you."

"I can handle it! I have an amazing GPA, never left the Dean's list, was specifically asked by professors to tutor others, and was in the student body counsel all four years, including being president!"

It was frustrating, humiliating, even, to Faelyn that her dad wouldn't listen to her. She wanted the rest of the family to know that her and her dad weren't bums who live off the family fortune. She wanted her dad to be proud of her.

"Fireball, you'd lose your mind."

Fireball. Her dad's special nickname for her. Faelyn had always been a wild child. She would do what she wants, and while Aegon is normally one to support her in her choices, this is one that he was hesitant on.

Faelyn looked down at her hands and sighed, "I know you still see me as your little girl, Dad, but I'm not."

Aegon looked at his daughter, his precious daughter, who he would do anything for.

"Do you want to do this for yourself or do you want to do this to prove your worth for someone else?"

"I want to do this because…" she furrowed her brows, "because I should."

"You're not required to take this path, you know that, right?" Aegon took his daughter's hands. "You can do so many things, bigger things."

"Yes, I know that but-"

"Fireball, I'm telling you, I'm warning you, to look for a different path. I want you to be free." While Aegon didn't raise his voice the intensity was not lost on Faelyn.

"Free? You're keeping me right now from making my own decision!" Faelyn ripped her hands away from her father and walked to the window. She looked out at the trees and the birds that lived within the city walls.

Aegon sighed and rubbed his face. "Just hear me out one last time and then I'll let you choose which way you wanna go, okay?"

Faelyn's lips pressed into a thin line as she turned to glare at her father.

Aegon took a deep breath before telling her the reality of running the business, how his grandfather, her great grandfather, watched every single move. How Criston, a family friend, never left his side to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. How all his actions on the company desktop were carefully monitored, how everything he wore had to be approved, how everything had to approved, even the people he was around after work hours.

"I know you don't want your life to be like that. You can live life, your own life, Faelyn, and I want that for you. I want that for you more than you will ever know. Go and live and keep living and don't ever stop. Even you decide to go through with your plan," he took a deep breath, "I will still support you, I will always support you. But this family can be a death sentence."

Faelyn's face softened as she looked at her father, her dad. Her dad who loved her so much, who would do anything for her, who did his best to make sure her childhood, her life, wouldn't be like his. She didn't know much about his childhood, he never really brought it up and she never pried.

"You're right, dad. I don't want to be caged in all my life." A merciless laugh escaped her. "But I feel like I need to prove to my worth to great grandfather, grandmother, and even Criston.

Walking over to his daughter, Aegon leaned on the window and crossed his arms.

"You don't need to prove yourself to anyone, much less your grandmother, great grandfather, or even Criston. You do it for you. And if you choose something different and they look down on you, well," he shrugged, "they can fuck off. You don't need their approval or anyone else's for that matter."

Faelyn's heart opened up as Aegon said those words to her. She realized she's been hunting for her family's approval ever since childhood and now it's time to stop.

"I think I will do something else," she smiled. "I've actually been thinking about starting my own business."

Seeing how her eyes light up made Aegon break into a massive smile as her own.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Me the whole time

you’d been watching ser criston training the boys in the courtyard, and on accident, a sword managed to get too close and sliced right into your forearm.

Its always you isnt it cole 😒 tsk

you expect her to grab someone, but instead she’s rushing up to you, an unknown emotion swirling in her light eyes.

“at least we will have a scar to match,” rhaenyra murmurs, and her attempt to lift the mood is successful.

NO BUT THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING #MATCHINGTRAUAMA

he at first gives the slightest of smirks in your direction, though it falls when he catches sight of you limping.

🗣️🔊💢SIMP

before you can even say anything, daemon is sauntering over and aggressively lifting the hem of your dress. you make a surprised noise, one that he ignores, and clicks his tongue when he sees a chunk of skin missing from your knee. “and which inept cunt did this?” his voice rumbles, tone interweaved with venom and... anger?

 “the moment you are bandaged,” daemon says, voice deep yet almost a whisper. “i will have the head of whoever did this. and you are going to tell me.”

BARKING NOISES

in almost a motherly instinct, the queen rushes over, her green gown swishing behind her like a silk scarf.

MOTHER 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

."who did this? was it jacaerys? lucerys?” she questions angrily, voice coming out fast and harsh once she mentions the boys names.

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 THE WAYS SHE IMMEDIATELY STARTED POINTING FINGERS KSISNEJSSNN MAAM SHE JUST FUCKING STUPID IM AFRAID and i mean same

“i thought you hated me,” [...] “you imbecile.” 

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 SHE SID NOT JUST AEGON US HAHHAHABANSHHSHSJJSSJ

when ser criston goes too hard on you training, however — knocking you down and causing your head to hit the ground — a hatred grows deep into his gut.

At this point how does he still have a job

“is this what you do?!” jace spits, stepping between you and ser criston cole, glaring at the older man with fiery eyes akin to raging flame. “place harm upon your pupils?”

YOU TELL HIM JACAERYS

maybe jace didn’t hate you as much as you thought he did. maybe he didn’t hate you at all.

Girl- what a nincompoop of COURSE HE DOESN'T HATE YOU BRO WTF

it started when you were younger — two children fighting to prove their worth — and sat with you until adulthood.

having one eye has forced him to become more perceptive, more wary — so it isn’t difficult for him to see how you try to cover up the crimson-red seeping from a cut your palm.

Poor one eye and poor yn

without even asking, his large hand is grabbing harshly at your arm to steal a glance at the wound. “gotten yourself into trouble, have you?”

Also sir that hurts im literally bleeding let go

uour rivalry has been about one-upping the other and making each other’s lives more difficult, so you’re stunned that he even gives a shit.

Lmao

“whoever dared to lay a single hand on you,” aemond says lowly, tone graced with deadly contempt, “will not live to see my brother crowned.”

like rhaenyra, aegon’s distaste toward you comes from differing viewpoints.

well considering your pov is prolly shit /:

he finds your beliefs annoying — who says he can’t sleep with any maiden he can get his hands on?

I-

who cares if he gets drunk and lazes around?

////: like i said

thus, you don’t think much of it when a hand-maiden bumps into you and knocks hot tea onto your neck, scalding the skin there. it leaves a blistering burn, one that you can’t hide.

😨😨😨😨😨😨😨 girlllll

— because unbeknownst to you, and perhaps even aegon, you’ve made a home in that heart of his.

Still shit tho

“this is bordering on treason,” he states angrily. then, after shooting you a softer look, he snatches you by the arm to draw you close.

“these commoners will have to learn not to toy with me. or my playthings.”

💀Man did bot just call me a plaything and i did not immediately like it

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 — 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; you get injured one day and your self-proclaimed “rival” has a problem with it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, jace, aemond, aegon

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; “who did this to you?” trope, blood, kind of gory (?), fluff. female reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; this piece was based on this request! also i just had to use that line alicent said to aegon in that one scene… it was too fitting omg. enjoy :)

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀

you and rhaenyra have always had a rocky friendship. sometimes there was an unspoken sort of distaste, one that neither of you had a reason for; your views just did not align, and you did not agree on how certain events had been handled in the past. as these disagreements grew, so did the rift between you. but as a vital part of house targaryen, you remained there for years despite the hardships and helped her with tedious tasks. whenever you spoke with the princess, your words were clipped, short, and to the point: something you are sure rhaenyra appreciated as well. you assumed she hated you, and accepted this way of life — until the second you got hurt. 

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[dulcewrites]

I want to discuss one thing very controversial yet interesting regarding both Aegon and Aemond. TGC said Aegon thinks his family hates him and he is a disappointment from day 1, while it's clear Alicent loves him even though she rarely showes it. Yes, I won't deny, her parenting style is not perfect, but she tries her best with Aegon. However, I fully understand why Aegon doesn't see it as her love. She yells at him, hits him and speaks harsh words to his face. And then there is one moment when Meleys threatens him and Alicent steps in. Yes, her love really shines in here. But I think overall Aegon has heard lots of harsh words and received harsh treatment and one moment with Meleys can't erase it. That's why he asks if she loves him. It's important to him, obviously, but on if he was sure, he wouldn't have asked. Alicent isn't good at communicating her love through words and Aegon craves positive words of affirmation.

And there is Aemond. Ewan said he has never felt unconditional love from his family and many people said he didn't understand Aemond because Alicent and Helaena love him. And again, it's very similar to Aegon's case, it's just that people are too stupid to notice it imo. Ewan said Aemond never FELT meaning in Aemond's mind they have never loved him for who he was. He didn't say they never showed him their love, he said he never felt like this so I think Alicent showed him her unconditional mind, but in Aemond's insecure mind it didn't look like unconditional. It has nothing to do with Alicent and her displays of affection towards him, more with Aemond's insecurities, how he always wanted to prove himself so then people will love him and since one could always prove himself just one more time to finally be enough, it's neverending list of his attempts to show he is worth of affection. I think he thinks himself as undeserving of love, that he can't get it freely, he has to earn it and it's neverending cycle imo. I think many people lack reading comprehension in these one and some understanding regarding how insecurities work. Doesn't matter how many times someone assures you that you're enough, in your mind it's still more to do, more love to receive once you'll try harder to gain it. It just shows how big capacity Aemond has for love and how much he craves to be loved. I understand you are not in the mood lately, but please don't delete this question, I'd like to know your opinion so badly especially after you wrote in one of your asks that in your opinion Aemond has a subconscious need to be loved.

Ngl this sat in my asks box for a minute bc I sort of didn’t know what to add??

Tbh I don’t think saying Aemond has a need to be loved needs more explanation??? From me… from you… from ewan who literally plays him. Mainly bc most people desire being liked, wanted, loved etc. it’s not a foreign concept even if there are people around who do claim to love them. If people don’t get that, maybe they just aren’t… smart or paying enough attention to his character. If they don’t get that a kid that was bullied, maimed with no justice, neglected by his father, and someone who had to depend on his equally anxious mother would not feel unconditionally loved, that’s on them. They are entitled to their own wrong opinion and as someone who likes show Aemond and enjoys my show Aemond bubble - irdgaf what they think 😭

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As for Aegon… how can I put this without people on my ass about it lmao. I think the way people want to paint Alicent as this horrible person, who has this mortal flaw for not ‘treating her kids well’. But then you have the people that completely overlook her relationship with her children and the cycle of trauma that is being repeated. It’s hard because there is this stigma of women being defined by their relationship with their kids (especially their boys, and it’s even more compounded in a world like the one hotd is set in). Also very rigid confines of what qualifies someone as being a ‘good mother’. It often strips women of the life and feelings they have not only towards their children but outside of them. On the flip side, motherhood and how it drives her decision making is a big part of Alicent’s journey. Much of what she does is for her children. They are all she has. But the way Alicent became a mother is not something that should be pushed to the side just because she loves them. It is something that needs to be present when discussing how her kids are treated and or why they feel the way they do

I’m not saying this is what you are doing anon, so please don’t take this wrong, but there’s this weird rhetoric around how Alicent should be more kind towards her kids - mainly Aegon and Helaena (Aegon in specific). I think it is fair to say, whether you like him or not, he hasn’t necessarily endeared himself to Alicent. It’s ok to say that even if he is a character you enjoy. Maybe pre ep 8, you could make the argument she’s ‘too harsh’. But as someone with trauma of my own when it comes to assault, I don’t like policing behavior. Aegon is a personification of her pain and the tower she has been placed in; that is what makes his relationship with her interesting. She can’t stand him at times - she’ll go to the ends of the earth for him. Then post ep 8 Aegon…. it’s weird to me that on one hand people admonish her for not being mean enough, as if she has the power to like send him away or something. But at the same time, those same people call her cunt and saying he is no son of hers or the slap???

Imo the conversation rest less on Aegon, and what he deserves or what he is doing. Because when people talk about Aegon, very rarely is it just to talk about his behavior - it is to either to discuss how Alicent is the root of his pain or blame her not doing enough afterwards. It all comes back to how Alicent needs to do this or that to be a better mother. I simply don’t care enough to have the conversation with most people in this fandom bc ‘rape victim having a complicated relationship the products of said rape is ok and real’ and ‘everyone, including Aegon, is going through some sort of trauma’ can coexist. And lots of people don’t see that on either side. The way Alicent and Aegon feel about their relationship can coexist with each other.

Like just the fact the conversation seems to always be framed around ‘well Aegon recieved [insert treatment] from Alicent’ and ‘not Viserys also has something to do with Aegon acting the way he does and should be blamed for making Alicent have Aegon then leaving her to raise him alone’ says something imo

[doxypsychlean]

Hey! I was wondering if you still accept requests about Aegon? I will make it clear that English is not my first language, I am from Brazil. A request involving a relationship similar to the couple (if and what you can call that a couple) with Catarina the great and her husband Peter the great. From the big series. But once I apologize for my scratching English. I love your work, kisses from Brazil.

You are not capable of love

Aegon II x Targ!Reader

Warnings: ?

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Yep, still accepting requests! Tho I sure as hell take my time w posting the results... Anyway, here's this one! Hope yall like the results. Not that sure if I got it right tbf, but meh... Oh, and here's some info on this one- Rhaenyra steps down as her daughter marries Aegon, leaving him to be crowned King. In reality, she sees that her child is the one that holds the power. Yep, that's about it. Cheers!

She cringed at her husband's question. He'd been asking her the same thing for so long now, it was getting tiring.

"What's it going to take? I've given you all I have! All I fucking am!"

"Aegon..." She sighed in annoyance as she stood up, shaking his hands off of hers. "I do not have time for this."

"No one ever has time for me. Not you, not my mother or father, not my siblings. No one." Prince Aegon whispered, eyes glued to where his wife had been sitting.

He'd been in search of someone that would all his life. The hope never died, even when the news of his betrothal to his niece were made public. Aegon wasn't stupid, no. The prince knew his sister and mother had only agreed to it, so they could mend the fences between the two families. So the Greens and the Blacks could have at least one reason to not strike at eachother's throats.

And yet, he still hoped. Even after she pushed him away on their first night together as husband and wife, sending him out of their shared quarters. Even after the Queen started avoiding him, turning her back and walking the other way whenever she saw him in the halls of the Red Keep. Even after she'd drag his name through the dirt to anyone that was willing to listen.

In his search for her love, he'd allowed her to sit at the small council meetings and make the big decision in his name. He even surrendered the Iron Throne to her, leaving the Queen to sit upon it herself as she did as she wished. His father's crown on her head. Aegon never protested. Never said a word against her. Agreed with her, even when he thought she wasn't right. Took all the humiliation in silence. Sat through all the jokes without saying a word to defend himself. As if he had any right to. It was all true. He'd given everything he had to his name away, only so he could see her smile as she took it.

One would think the young king would've come to his senses, once he caught his beloved in bed with his own brother. All Aegon did instead, was mutter a weak "Excuse me" as he made his way out of the room. Aegon didn't get mad at her on that night. Nor did he on any night that came after it. Instead, he got mad at himself. It was obvious- he just wasn't enough. She needed a strong man. Stronger than he ever was. He understood. His wife wasn't at fault. Who could blame her, just look at what she'd been made to marry.

And his brother... That damned one-eyed bastard was everything he wasn't. Aemond was strong, intelligent. Aemond was a skilled warrior. He rode the biggest dragon in the world. Who was he, compared to his younger brother? No one, that's who.

So Aegon swore he'd get better. Be better. He read all the history books. And this time payed attention to what was written in them. He trained, harder than he'd ever had. He even managed to defeat both Ser Criston and Aemond at the same time, knocking the two down to the ground. But his wife didn't reward him with a proud smile. No. Instead she ran over to Aemond with a worried look on her face. Instead of wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, she wrapped them around his younger brother as she helped him get back on his feet. He still wasn't enough.

"I am fond of you." She said once she noticed the defeated look on his face.

"But you don't love me."

"No."

It got easier with the years. They'd found a way to coexist, hardly ever getting in eachother's way.

"Is he better than me?"

"Hm?" She asked without words, her naked body shining with sweat as her chest heaved.

"My brother...Is he?"

"I honestly don't remember, Aegon."

It was his turn to let out a confused hum, his brows furrowing.

"I haven't been with your brother in years. You didn't know?"

"What? Why?"

"I don't need him." The Queen smiled softly. Her delicate fingers traced mindlessly over the skin on his naked chest. Aegon looked at her with searching eyes, hand reaching up to stop her as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"What do you mean? Who then?"

She huffed as she threw her head back, hand tearing free from his grasp.

"Who do you think?" The woman asked as she laid on his chest, her head finding place under his chin.

"With the risk of repeating myself for who knows which-"

"Yes, Aegon. I love you." She laughed out, the sound finding its way through skin, flesh and bones, untill it reached his heart and wrapped around it tightly.

The moment of bliss was interrupted by a small voice that came through like a foghorn.

"Mother, Aemon won't give me my toy back!"

"You or me?" She whispered.

"I'll deal with them, you stay here." Aegon said as he got up, wrapping one of the sheets that were now in a ball at their feet, around his waist. "I'm not done with you for tonight, wife."

Before he swung the door open, her voice came from behind his back. It was barely above a whisper, as if the words weren't meant to reach his ears.

"I've loved you for so long now..."

[omgkatherine01]

The Sun in the Dragon House - Chapter 3 - Training Disaster

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader & Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader & Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

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"Why I can not learn how to use a sword?"

"We already talked about this. A lady is not a warrior."

"That's no excuse."

Criston wasn't expecting his daughter's question in the morrow when the two of them were sitting in their family chamber eating breakfast. They ate peacefully until Vera asked him--again for the ninth time--if he could teach her how to swing a sword.

"Sweetheart," Criston started as Vera showed him her sad eyes, which she knew always work on him and even the Queen. This time, Criston didn't give in, "I don't want you around weapons, alright?"

"Just because I'm a girl, that doesn't mean I don't have the right to defend myself," Vera muttered. Criston frowned, "Somebody is bothering you?" he asked. Vera sighed, "No. I just think it isn't right to not let a girl the chance."

Criston let out a soft sigh and thought for a moment. He held out his hand, "Come here." Vera stood up and walked around the table. He placed his hands on her arms, "Listen, it doesn't because I don't trust you with this... it's because I am worried. For your future."

"Why?" Vera asked. Criston smiled a little sadly, "Because you are like me. I teach you how to swing a sword, you will want to go out to battles. And nothing that I would do or say, will stop you. You won't know if you will come back home."

"Have you been to battles?" Vera asked. Criston nodded, "Yes, not much, only few before I came here to the Red Keep." Vera looked a little nervous to ask but spoke anyway, "If a battle to happen, will you leave me and go fight if the King asks?"

Criston hesitated, "If the King says... I will have to go. But, for years now there has been peace with him on the Iron Throne." He placed his hands now on her cheeks, "Listen, one day when the King dies... there could be a war upon us."

Vera frowned, "Because Princess Rhaenyra will rule after him?" Criston nodded, "Yes. Not everyone will be alright with a woman sitting upon the throne."

"Are you okay with the Princess to be on the Iron Throne?" Vera asked. Criston hesitated, "I don't have a problem with a woman sitting on the Iron Throne..."

"But just with her," Vera said, "I notice how you always really tense around Princess Rhaenyra, or when she speaks to me in front of you."

"The Princess and I... we have a very short history together," Criston admitted. Vera didn't ask anything else and just nodded.

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Vera was sitting at the stairs in the hallway leading to the library with Prince Aemond, the two were playing chess while the Prince was telling her what happened to him in the Dragonpit the other day, after she insisted he tell her. He told her that Aegon, Jacaerys and Lucerys yet again made fun of him, giving him a pig dressed like a dragon.

"That was cruel," Vera muttered, "And stupid. Did you spoke to your mother?" Aemond nodded as he moved a piece, "Yes." Vera nodded and moved her piece, "Good, she will take care of it then."

"Or not," Aemond muttered. "Don't say it," Vera said, "Youwill have a dragon one day, you will show them all." Aemond didn't say anything after that and the two sat playing peacefully. "At least you're good in chess," Vera muttered after a while.

"And you, are not," Aemond said with a small smirk as he took her queen. Vera sighed but smiled with amusement as she looked at him. She then tilted her head, "One day, when you'll have a dragon... will you take me to a flight?"

Aemond smiled a little and nodded lightly, "Of course." Vera smiled, "What about High Valyrian?" she asked, "Will you teach me?"

Aemond looked surprised, "You want to learn?" Vera nodded, "Yes. Will you teach me?" Aemond shrugged lightly, "Sure. Are we still meeting later at the library?" he asked. Vera nodded, "Yes, if you didn't find something better to do."

Aemond scoffed, "Been around you is better than everything else," he muttered to himself. Vera heard him and looked at the game to hid her blush. Aemond looked at the chess, "If Jacaerys knew High Valyrian, would you have asked him?"

Vera blinked at the question and shrugged, "I don't know. I guess...? Is that a problem?" Aemond shook his head a little, "Nope. I just don't understand how can you be friends with him and his brother."

Vera frowned, "I get that you angry with the prank they did on you with Aegon, but they can be really nice sometimes." Aemond looked at her, "Yes, because they nice to you. They like you. Jace will do anything to get your attention," he muttered as he raised an eyebrow.

Vera blinked slightly in confusion and opened her mouth to speak but closed it when they heard running footsteps. They looked over to see Lucerys running up to them with a grin, and Jacaerys following behind.

Aemond rolled his eyes in annoyance that they ruining his time with Vera. "Lady Vera, we're going to sword lesson, are you coming to watch?" Lucerys asked. "I supposed," Vera answered.

Jacaerys looked at her and gave her a small smile, "You don't have to, you will get bored pretty quick." Aemond smirked a little, while Vera shrugged, "I'll watch for a little then. Truth is, I asked my father to teach me to defend myself."

"He didn't agree, huh?" Jacaerys asked. Vera shook her head as she stood, "No."

Aemond stood up, "Maybe I'll convince him to teach you for your sake." He looked from her to Lucerys and Jacaerys smugly, "Between the three of us, I have better chance to convince him." Jacaerys glared at him while Lucerys took Vera's hand, "Come."

Vera let the younger Prince to led her away. Aemond smirked at Jacaerys and walked past him to follow Vera and Lucerys. Jacaerys glared after him but followed.

Ser Criston Cole, Vera's father, was in charged of training all four princes, yet he always dedicated to improving the fighting skills of Princes Aegon and Aemond and looked at Jacaerys and Lucerys as if they were dirt on his shoes. It wasn't a secret that Criston wasn't fond of the Princess' sons. He didn't try to hid it.

He even tried to stop Vera's friendship with the Princess' sons when she was five, but gave up after she gave him the silent treatment for one whole day. 

To him, that was the worse day of his life.

Vera walked into the training grounds with the princes, where Criston and Prince Aegon were already waiting. "Ver, what you doing here?" her father asked.

"I was invited to come and watch the training," Vera answered. "You have a lesson with the Septa," Criston reminded her. Vera's eyes grew wide lightly, "Oops..." she muttered as Aemond and Aegon smirked.

Criston sighed and nodded, "All right, we'll speak to her later. Go sit there." He pointed her to the seats aside, and turned to the princes as they went to the dummies. Ser Harwin Strong appeared at the training grounds, and King Viserys stopped at the castle walls to watch the training with his Hand, Lyonel Strong, Harwin Strong's father.

Jacaerys stuck his sword into the training dummy, and Aemond came up to him and knocked his sword to the ground with his own. Jacaerys glared at Aemond, who was fighting the urge to smirk.

"Don't stand too upright, my Prince," Criston said as he watched the two princes, "You'll get knocked down." Jacaerys left to look for a different sword and Aemond continued his training. Criston looked at Aegon who was furiously attacking the training dummy.

A smile appeared on Aegon's face as he noticed two maids walking by. They noticed his look, but they didn't smile, just picked up their pace. Vera noticed and rolled her eyes at the older Prince.

"Aegon!" Criston called sternly. Aegon turned to him and smirked, "I've won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy."

Criston nodded, "You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me." He walked over to the table with weapons. "You and your brother."

Aegon raised an eyebrow while Aemond glanced at Vera before looking at her father. Both the Prince walked over to the man. Vera glanced at the knight who walked closer, and gave her a small smile, "Hello, Ver, what you doing?"

"Hello, Ser Cedric. The Princes invited me to watch today their training," she said with a smile and looked back at the scene with a small smirk, "And to watch my father beat them up." 

Ser Cedric laughed at her words and turned to watch them. Aegon and Aemond were quite obviously failing in their duel with Criston, who effortlessly dodged every single attack. Vera noticed that Ser Harwin was watching the fight as well.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," Criston said with a smirk.

Aemond charged at him again, Criston blocked the attack with his sword, sliding it down so he could lower Aegon's sword and swung his hand to hit Aemond who fell to the ground after the impact.

Vera winced and let out a soft sigh. Aegon ran towards Criston with his sword pointed at him, making Vera chuckle lightly. She watched as her father ducked and smacked his ass with his sword.

Aemond got up from the ground and looked toward Vera. She gave him a small smile and watched as he walked towards Aegon who was leaning on his sword. 

Harwin tore his eyes away and looked at the two boys in front of him trying to get their attention, "Weapons up, boys. Give your enemies no quarter."

Vera looked from him to her father, noticing he was now staring at them coldly. The way he was staring at them... he looked so much different at that moment, which made Vera shiver.

"It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston," Ser Harwin said while walking around the training grounds.

Criston's jaw clenched, "You question my method of instruction, Ser?"

"I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."

Jacaerys and Lucerys stood next to Aemond and Aegon. Aegon pushed Lucerys away slightly and the younger boy chuckled lightly while Aemond and Jacaerys glared at each other.

Criston nodded, "Very well. Jacaerys, come here." Criston grabbed Jacaerys by his collar. "You spar with Aegon." Aegon and Aemond immediately laughed, and Vera frowned a little. "Eldest son against eldest son," he said as he let go of Jacaerys.

Jacaerys flinched when the man let go of him and in a panic he looked at Ser Harwin, who was glaring at Criston, "It's hardly a fair match."

"I know you've never seen true battle, Ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect," Criston told him, which Vera thought was true, but she was worried that Aegon would hurt Jacaerys badly.

Aegon patted Jacaerys on the shoulder with a wicked smile as he walked past him. Criston seemed pleased and looked at the two oldest sons with a smile, "Blades up."

Lucerys gulped and watched his brother with wide eyes while Aemond leaned back lazily on his sword, smirking at Jacaerys.

"Engage."

Aegon ran towards Jacaerys with a scream and began attacking him repeatedly, while Jacaerys retreated and avoided his attacks, Lucerys and Aemond dodged them. Aegon finally ended the fight by shoving Jacaerys and the boy fell to the ground, to which Aegon laughed and walked away.

With a cry, Jacaerys stood up and ran towards Aegon, this time gaining a moment of surprise and charging at him with even more speed than Aegon had at him. Harwin watched with satisfaction as Jacaerys forced Aegon to back up to the training dummy. Then a desperate Aegon hid behind a training dummy and threw it at Jacaerys.

Vera jumped to her feet, "Aegon!" she called as Ser Harwin stepped in, "Foul play!"

Criston glanced at Vera, as if remembering his daughter was there, watching what was happening. "I'll deal with him," he said as he looked at Ser Harwin.

Aegon walked closer to Criston and the man started to give him advice while Ser Harwin did the same to Jacaerys. Vera sat back down next to Ser Cedric as Criston glanced over his shoulder and let go of Aegon who was staring at Jacaerys. 

"You!" he shouted and Vera frowned as he walked toward him. Jacaerys moved Ser Harwin out of the way and tried to avoid Aegon's attacks.

"Close with him."

Aegon listened to Criston's words, and Jacaerys began to realize in a panic that he was not going to win this fight. Aegon tried to attack him at close range, which made it impossible for Jacaerys to dodge or really fight back with his sword.

"Press him backward! Close with him! Stay on the attack! Use your feet!"

Aegon kicked Jacaerys down to the ground.

"Don't let him get up."

Aegon started attacking again, Jacaerys didn't have time to get up.

"Stay on the attack!"

"Enough!" Ser Harwin yelled and he grabbed Aegon and threw him away as Vera let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding in.

"You dare put hands on me?" Aegon yelled furiously.

"Aegon!" King Viserys called in a warning.

Criston looked at Ser Harwin, "You forget yourself, Strong. That is the Prince." He nodded toward Aegon.

"This is what you teach, Cole?" Ser Harwin asked. He started picking the swords from the ground. "Cruelty... to the weaker opponent?" Harwin walked past Criston, ignoring the sword he threw on the ground.

"Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander," Criston said. Ignoring him, Harwin bent down and focused on the swords. Vera frowned, not liking where her father was going with this. "Most men would only have that kind of devotion toward a cousin..." Criston turned to him. Harwin stood up. "Or a brother... or a son."

With that word, Harwin clenched his jaw and turned on Criston, and punched him. Vera gasped as she jumped to her feet. Ser Cedric jumped to his feet as well, and moved to stop the fight.

Aegon watched wide-eyed as Harwin repeatedly punched Criston, Jacaerys  and Lucerys backing away. Aemond pulled Aegon back with him. "Father!" Vera shouted as she rushed forward with two guards.

Aegon stopped Vera by grabbing her arm and pulled her between him and Aemond as  Ser Cedric and the two guards tried to pull Ser Harwin away from Criston. Only when Ser Harwin was pulled away and dragged out from the training ground, Aegon released Vera and let her rush to her father's side.

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[leedamandy]

Hey! I Love you Story Hēnkirī!

I am having a question.

Do you Take requests? Can you maybe do a oneshot (if you feel like it), y/n style, and she heard about the rumors that Aegon is kinda likeee a rapist and she is curious and she want a raperoleplay with him, I Imagine that this could be very interesting. (If that's too heavy, No Prob. Nevermind.)

Thank you, Love your writin style btw.

I tried. I actually liked your idea sumhow, mama don't you ever read this.

Thanks for your compliments, I'm happy that you enjoy reading my story!

Have fun :)

Warnings : 18+, rape RPG, glorifying/trivialising rape, shameless lemon, possessive aegon, explicit depiction of sexual violence, language, blood, alcohol abuse.

Aegon chuckled as he swung his head back.

Tonight was another evening lavishly filled with oodles of the best wine.

You loved the way his short, wavy hair bobbed along when he moved his head.

His beautiful lilac eyes narrowed to slits and a row of straight teeth was bared as he laughed.

A beautiful man, you thought.

The bags under his eyes hardly bothered you. Flaws were what made people perfect.

You, however, as a common maid of the royal house, were exceptionally beautiful. Even your Dornish mother had often predicted that you would be discovered by a highly respected man.

And as life would have it, you caught the eye of Prince Aegon after a short time in your service.

Soon he seduced you, and not only once. Wine was often your companion in your nocturnal escapades. In his presence you felt desired and almost noble.

It was pleasant.

As the prince calmed down from his laughter again, you became curious.

This phase came again and again when you sat together and drank.

Since you had come to know him better, you had ignored the rumours about him.

The maids gossiped among themselves and told each other things about him. You wanted to know if there was any truth in it.

You knew Aegon trusted you.

After a few more sips from the golden cup, you set the drink down beside you on the heavy, wooden table.

You were a little clumsy in doing so, but that didn't bother yourself or Aegon.

You wanted to know how ruthless he could be.

Perhaps it was stupid of you, naïve. Still, you couldn't banish the thought from your mind.

"Aegon?"

When you were alone, the prince insisted that you call him by his name.

"Mm?" He saw something flash in your eyes, a spark of mischievousness.

The Targaryen knew instinctively that it would be something slippery you would ask.

"They say things about you." Pressingly, you had beaten around the bush in a slurred voice.

"What is your point, y/n?"

"You take what you want. You play. Only some don't want to play."

He raised an eyebrow in wonder. Now he wasn't sure about the outcome of this conversation after all.

"Does it make you feel good?"

Almost sheepishly, you looked down at the ground, before with a skilful flick of your eyes, you took away Aegon's fear that you were demonising him.

"Well, yes. In a way, yes." He slurred uncertainly.

Giggling nervously, you had reached for your cup and drunk it entirely.

It was your fifth glass. You could clearly tell.

"What if we try this? Like in a game."

The Prince's head was rattling, it was plain to see, but he couldn't figure out what exactly you meant.

"What kind of game?"

An impatient sigh escaped you.

"Take me Aegon, no matter what I say or do."

"What?"

You puffed out your cheeks and let the air escape in a maelstrom.

Then your grin crept back onto your lips.

You rounded your prince and untied the first few strings of your simple dress.

Aegon followed you with his gaze, taken with your little showpiece.

He walked towards you, but you took just as many steps back.

The prince slowly thought he understood what you were up to, but could hardly believe that you were capable of such a thing. Had the desire for such a thing.

When you saw his beautiful grin, you knew he had understood.

The two of you took your next steps quickly.

As Aegon suddenly rushed towards you, you grabbed the nearest book you could get your hands on and had thrown it in his direction.

Adrenaline rushed through your body and the excitement made you breathe faster.

Aegon fought off the flying book. An impulsive rage flooded through him and he gave it free rein. Because that's exactly what you wanted.

He pushed you into the corner of the room, hemmed you in. Real fear was written all over your face as you held your hands protectively in front of you.

As if that would stop Aegon.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged you to the bed.

"Aegon, please don't." You sobbed and for a millisecond the one you addressed wasn't sure if you really meant it.

No matter what I say or do, he called to mind, and he gave himself fully to his being again.

"Shut up." He hissed as he threw you roughly onto the bed.

A slapping sound rang through the room.

You had hit him and not seen it coming yourself. It just happened.

Aegon hadn't seen it coming either. His cheek grew warm as he opened his eyes, momentarily frozen in surprise. You did have power.

You used this moment to get to your feet again.

You had never hit anyone before. Or thrown a book. It all seemed so exciting to you.

You couldn't help but giggle slightly at the sight of the blond prince.

He, in turn, was now in full swing, spellbound by everything you had just done. You were perfect for him.

In a short time he was after you again, causing a fearful expression on your face.

You still managed to turn around. But you were not allowed to run away.

His arms wrapped around you from behind. One of them around your neck, the other around your waist.

An admittedly painful grip, you could barely catch your breath.

When Aegon pressed his cock against your buttocks, a small sound of pleasure escaped you despite everything.

It excited you. Aegon and your excitement.

The feeling of being chased.

That he wanted you so much that he resorted to such means.

"You little whore." The prince murmured in your ear in confirmation.

The fact that Aegon liked the way you were currently behaving just seemed a little strange but also interesting to you.

Maybe it was the wine.

You weren't sure but you still didn't want it to end.

With your small fists you began to punch the arm around your neck, which made Aegon laugh.

"Is that all, my sweet y/n?" He murmured in your ear.

Spurred on by his mockery, you kicked his foot with all your might.

Surprised, the prince gasped and loosened his grip.

You hopped away from him, ran around the large table in the room and stopped behind it.

Both of you had completely blocked out your physical pain.

You were breathing heavily and propped yourself up on the table with both hands.

Your drunken prince came to stand on the other side of the table, admiring your beauty when you were out of breath and aroused.

You looked into each other's eyes.

The next moment, the two of you indicated a few times a direction in which you would circle the table.

Finally, you decided to turn your back on Aegon and move backwards across the room until you arrived at a chest of drawers.

You weren't quite there when you noticed a loud noise behind you, which was probably the table.

As you tried to turn around at the massive chest of drawers, you were already bent over the wood by the neck until your cheek touched the cold, stone wall. A scream escaped you before you heard a door open.

"What's going-?"

Aemond Targaryen stopped asking his question because of the image that presented itself.

A table was overturned and Aegon pressed you against the wall, over said dresser.

His eye became a slit.

"Let go of her now." He hissed as he took large strides menacingly towards you both.

You quickly realised how wrong this must look and unceremoniously intervened.

You rose and stood protectively in front of Aegon.

"It's all right."

"I heard that." The irony was clearly audible in the prince's voice.

"Really." You stammered out of breath.

"Yes brother. Some like it harder. Perhaps you seek your-"

"My prince, please!" You admonished Aegon, though you had no right to do so, indicating Aemond's look of anger.

With an uncomprehending shake of his head, the intruder turned away and stalked out of the room, not without slamming the door too hard.

You felt Aegon's gaze on you, checking for your reaction when the prince left the room.

To provoke your lover, you lightly bit your lip as you watched Aemond leave.

A hand closed around your lower jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing you to look at the prince.

"What are you thinking about, mh? Have you ever thought in the past what it would be like when he fucks you?" He hissed viciously.

In fact, you had. Your memories overtook you. It elicited a throaty laugh through your forced open mouth.

This only provoked Aegon more.

He wanted you to imagine only him. Only he could give you what you wanted and needed.

"What was he like? In your imagination." He asked spitefully as he grabbed you by the neck again and pulled you towards the bed. You rowed your arms but couldn't get a grip on him.

You didn't dare answer at first. There was too much doubt that he would understand you properly.

"Mh?" He asked impatiently. Again you were bent over something on your stomach, this time over the edge of the bed.

"Good." You mumbled into the blanket, resting your head on the side of it.

"Good?" He repeated incredulously, slapping your buttocks with the flat of his hand.

A gasp escaped you. You liked the pain.

Inexplicably.

"The only thing you're thinking about today is me. Do you understand? No, wait.

You will only think of me at all times." He improved in a whisper, blowing his wine-scented breath into your face. Your desire for his soft lips had become unbelievably great.

You nodded in affirmation of his command, which in turn displeased Aegon.

"Say it. I want to hear it."

His possessive manner triggered a warm feeling in your centre. It made you realise how much he wanted you.

"You're all I think about, Aegon." You confirmed excitedly.

With quick movements, he pulled the dress you were wearing upwards to your back.

His fingers played with you, pressing into the dampness that united your thighs.

"How wet you are. All because of me."

He pressed two fingers deep into your cleft without further warning.

You gasped audibly, overwhelmed by the engaging sensation.

"Aegon, it-" He added another finger. A loud, painful moan escaped your throat.

"Aegon, what? Aegon, please go on? Aegon, I love you?" He hoisted as he made straddling motions with his deft hand.

"Aegon! ...It's... So good." That was all you could say back, too intent on the feeling he was giving you.

"Say it." He commanded again, speeding up his movements.

"What?" You sobbed in confusion as a steady, sloppy noise could be heard in the background.

He hit a spot inside you that threatened to rob you of all your senses. Your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers.

"That you love me. Say it." He clarified, his fingers still tangled inside you, fixated on the spot you liked so much.

And you did. As you gained your release, your loud moans drowned out the sounds of the intimate action.

"I love you..Aegon." you gasped exhaustedly between excited sounds.

A wry grin settled on his lips, and the feeling of soon climaxing himself overwhelmed him.

Without further ado, he turned you onto your back because he wanted to see your face while he took you roughly.

He brutally tore your half-open dress apart so that it was in no one's way.

Not in yours and not in his.

Still dazed from your orgasm, you looked at your handsome prince with half-open eyes. A look that was so stimulating for him that he could hardly control himself.

Without breaking eye contact, Aegon removed his trousers and prepared himself with his hand.

You wanted to make things easier for him, to push him even further to the edge of his mind.

So you used your own hand to prepare yourself further too.

You made circular movements on your wet cunt, which inevitably attracted Aegon's gaze. Again little impulses of lust flashed through you, you wanted more.

He sucked lightly on his lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. You watched him, how hot he looked, and began to penetrate yourself with your fingers.

He loved it when you were so naughty.

"Beg me to fuck you." He commanded with glazed eyes.

"Please Aegon, fuck me. I want you. Only you."

"Not enough."

"I need you. I want you to take me, do it."

Happily, you removed your hand from yourself as you felt his pointed one at your entrance.

"More." He demanded again.

"Aeg-"

As soon as you began to speak, he thrust into you. His entire length bore into you, widening you to the last inch.

What had started as his name became a cry. Music to Aegon's ears.

"Oh fuck y/n." He moaned in a lower pitch of voice than usual.

You reared your upper body.

He was so deep inside you that you could feel him clearly at your end.

A feeling that was addictive.

"Can you feel me well, my darling?" Aegon hummed, clearly taken by the warm tightness that surrounded him.

"Oh gods, yes." You returned equally aroused.

He leaned down to you, joining your lips together.

Stifling your moans, he greedily pushed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of sweet wine and himself. You just loved it.

You surrendered to the sensation, gasping in surprise as he bit your lip.

His bite intensified, making you tremble under him until you could clearly taste the iron flavour of your blood.

A soft whimper escaped you, prompting Aegon to wrap his fingers around your throat and stroke your bleeding lip apologetically with his thumb as soon as you disengaged.

He immediately licked your blood from his finger and your lips before he put his hand around your throat again.

The prince had stopped moving, merely settled inside you.

A devilish giggle escaped him as he met your impatient gaze with his excited one.

"So eager for my body, y/n?" He taunted softly.

You answered him by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him further into you as you let your muscles tighten around him.

A hiss left his mouth from the sudden sensation, followed by a satisfied smile that bared his teeth again.

"You'll never want anyone else again." He whispered contentedly.

Placing his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, he pulled you upwards without moving out of you.

With your torso erect and Aegon's grip firm, your field of vision was limited only to your belly and cunt, glistening with the moisture of your bodies. He moved his hips away from you, withdrawing from you, watching as the arousal in your gaze clearly began to outweigh the impatience that had been in it.

"Look at how well you're taking me."

Excruciatingly slowly, he pushed himself inch by inch into your tightness once more.

The sound of your moans filled the room again, spurring Aegon to thrust into you again faster and harder.

You could see perfectly how his whole length disappeared inside you, how your abdomen bulged when his dick filled it. You could hear it and above all feel it.

Once again your climax was approaching, much more intense than the one before.

Out of reflex, you put your hand on his chest, trying to push him away a little. With his free hand he grabbed yours and prevented further interruptions from you.

To compensate for the increasingly intense sensation, you were left with only your moans, which once again culminated in more of a scream, overwhelmed by his animalistic movements inside you.

As you tremblingly received your release, your prince decided that he had now earned his.

Faster than you could recover, he pressed you again into the fabric of the bed, placed one of your legs over his chest on his shoulder to penetrate you even deeper, and held you by your neck and hips in the position that suited him.

He began to mercilessly chase his climax, ignoring your pleas.

Your sensations were extremely overstimulated, you felt almost exclusively pain, but that did not turn you on any less.

His gaze lingered on your breasts, which bobbed with his every thrust. He loved this view almost as much as your overwhelmed facial expressions.

After a few moments, which seemed like several hours, you could feel him tense and loosen his grip. Over and over he murmured your name with a moan as he climaxed.

He pushed your leg off his shoulder before resting on his elbows to your left and right, breathing heavily. Every now and then a low, short moan still left his mouth.

His dick twitched inside you, filling you with Aegon's warm seed that you desired so much. When every drop had flowed into you, he dropped exhausted beside you, leaving a cool emptiness in your midst.

Despite your dizziness, his scrutinising gaze did not escape you at all. The older prince had always needed a lot of reassurance.

"You were amazing Aegon." You murmured, also still breathing erratically.

"No one could ever satisfy me the way you do." You followed up.

Pure satisfaction now reflected in his bright eyes and he slid closer to you to kiss you intimately and command you to stay with him that night.

It was not the first and would certainly not be the last.

[hinamesh]

“Prince Aegon is a man grown, Princess” (Spoilers)

This post that I made on Reddit but I decided to share it here as well.  For those people who think Young Griff/Aegon was just a stupid boy.

It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You [Tyrion] were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue. Yandry said we ought to throw you back, but the lad [Aegon] forbade it.

Here we've seen a glimpse of his compassionate side. Do not think of him like Joffrey, he gives Tyrion a chance to live on, showing him mercy.

Perhaps you should be the fool instead of me. Trust no one, my prince. Not your chainless maester, not your false father, not the gallant Duck nor the lovely Lemore nor these other fine friends who grew you from a bean. Above all, trust not the cheesemonger, nor the Spider, nor this little dragon queen you mean to marry. All that mistrust will sour your stomach and keep you awake by night, ’tis true, but better that than the long sleep that does not end.”

Meeting Tyrion is truly the turning point of his life. Because of Tyrion he learns to be doubtful and wary of the people around him, he stopped being the naive boy that he once was. As you can see in the future passage after Aegon met with Tyrion, he started to changed.

"I like the sound of that. My army.” A smile flashed across his [Aegon] face, then vanished. “Are they, though? They’re sellswords. Yollo [Tyrion] warned me to trust no one.”

He is not stupid and that naive anymore. He is starting to question stuffs. He didn't ignore Tyrion's advise and actually listen because his advise actually a good one. Showing a bit of his capability as the judge, a skill that needed for a future leader like him.

That dwarf had already planted enough doubts in his young head. “Not every man is what he seems, and a prince especially has good cause to be wary … but go too far down that road, and the mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful.” King Aerys was one such. By the end, even Rhaegar saw that plain enough. “You would do best to walk a middle course. Let men earn your trust with leal service … but when they do, be generous and openhearted.”

The boy [Aegon] nodded. “I will remember.”

Fortunately JonCon was on his side, he gave him a wise advise to walk a middle course. I don't think Aegon will walk on the path where he will be distrustful towards everyone like Tyrion's advise, but he will try to be in the middle following JonCon's advise as he said that he will remembered that. This is showing his grown from a boy to a man grown. He has good skill of listening to what is good for him.

This proof with his next action in ADWD, to earn the men's trust.

“The demon road is death. We will lose half the company to desertion if we attempt that march, and bury half of those who remain beside the road. It grieves me to say it, but Magister Illyrio and his friends may have been unwise to put so much hope on this child queen.”

No, thought Griff, but they were most unwise to put their hopes on you.

And then Prince Aegon spoke. “Then put your hopes on me,” he said. “Daenerys is Prince Rhaegar’s sister, but I am Rhaegar’s son. I am the only dragon that you need.”

He is starting to take charge of his own path. The golden company did not just give their allegiance towards Aegon easily, it was Aegon who actually pursued their trust and won it himself, using his words. But some of you quick to dismissed this skill of his.

Griff put a black-gloved hand upon Prince Aegon’s shoulder. “Spoken boldly,” he said, “but think what you are saying.”

“I have,” the lad insisted. “Why should I go running to my aunt as if I were a beggar? My claim is better than her own. Let her come to me … in Westeros.”

Yes, some of you would say he was just being a brat here, but he was not. He was trying to recruit them onto his team, showing his confidence and claim. A bit of pride that a leader must have. And this was actually work. One of the golden company squires, Franklyn Flowers actually bite the idea.

Franklyn Flowers laughed. “I like it. Sail west, not east. Leave the little queen to her olives and seat Prince Aegon upon the Iron Throne. The boy has stones, give him that.”

Aegon is actually earned the man interest and manage to impress him in the process.

“Has the sun curdled your brains, Flowers? We need the girl. We need the marriage. If Daenerys accepts our princeling and takes him for her consort, the Seven Kingdoms will do the same. Without her, the lords will only mock his claim and brand him a fraud and a pretender. And how do you propose to get to Westeros? You heard Lysono. There are no ships to be had.”

“Which plan?” said Tristan Rivers. “The fat man’s plan? The one that changes every time the moon turns? First Viserys Targaryen was to join us with fifty thousand Dothraki screamers at his back. Then the Beggar King was dead, and it was to be the sister, a pliable young child queen who was on her way to Pentos with three new-hatched dragons. Instead the girl turns up on Slaver’s Bay and leaves a string of burning cities in her wake, and the fat man decides we should meet her by Volantis. Now that plan is in ruins as well.

He did not received a full approval of the idea immediately from the group, some did counter his idea, but the other started to question their original plan. Considering Aegon's idea more seriously.

“Prince Aegon,” said Tristan Rivers, “we are your men. Is this your wish, that we sail west instead of east?”

“It is,” Aegon replied eagerly. “If my aunt wants Meereen, she’s welcome to it. I will claim the Iron Throne by myself, with your swords and your allegiance. Move fast and strike hard, and we can win some easy victories before the Lannisters even know that we have landed. That will bring others to our cause.”

These words of his manage to bring the golden company to his cause. He managed to pursue them, they approved his idea, not Varys/Illyrio's plans. An important note that people often forget. It was Aegon who gave the decision for the path to Westeros not someone else.

When all of them began to speak at once, Griff knew the tide had turned. This is a side of Aegon I never saw before. It was not the prudent course, but he was tired of prudence, sick of secrets, weary of waiting.

The side that JonCon himself never have seen before, Aegon capability as a leader who manage to bring men follow his wishes and idea. The tide had turned because of him, he was the one who responsible for the changing plan not JonCon/Illyrio/Varys. I think that was an impressive side of him that we must take note for the future books.

One by one, the men of the Golden Company rose, knelt, and laid their swords at the feet of his young prince[Aegon]. The last to do so was Homeless Harry Strickland, blistered feet and all.

When they knelt before him, it was Aegon's succeed, he earned the men trust. He didn't even ask nor order them to bow and kneel at him, they were doing it because they wanted to.

A solid man, and true, Connington thought as he watched Duck dismount, but not worthy of the Kingsguard. He had tried his best to dissuade the prince from giving Duckfield that cloak, pointing out that the honor might best be held in reserve for warriors of greater renown whose fealty would add luster to their cause, and the younger sons of great lords whose support they would need in the coming struggle, but the boy [Aegon] would not be moved. "Duck will die for me if need be,” he had said, “and that’s all I require in my Kingsguard. The Kingslayer was a warrior of great renown, and the son of a great lord as well.”

This passage again shows that he isn't just a stupid boy, he learns from history and not that naive anymore. He knows what will protect him and not. A man grown who has his own belief and thought of what's right and wrong.

No, I want Duck to stay.” The prince sat. “We’ve been talking with Strickland and Flowers. They told us about this attack on Storm’s End that you’re planning.”

Jon Connington did not let his fury show. “And did Homeless Harry try to persuade you to delay it?”“He did, actually,” the prince said, “but I won’t. Harry’s an old maid, isn’t he? You have the right of it, my lord. I want the attack to go ahead … with one change. I mean to lead it.”

Again, he is not Joffrey who cowardly hides himself behind his army, Aegon takes the initiative to lead himself, ready to risk his own life. (Spoiler TWOW) He does sucessfully doing so based on Arianne II TWOW, where they manage to take Storm's End. I think Lysono Maar has seen his bravery to the point he quicks to defend him from her insult by saying "Prince Aegon is a man grown." which I think as a reader should not dismissed it easily and give him some space to develop as a character.

Bonus, a chapter that showing a glimpse of his fighting skill..

When they fought with mace or blunted longaxe, Ser Rolly’s greater size and strength would quickly overwhelm his charge with swords the contests were more even. Neither man had taken up a shield this morning, so it was a game of slash and parry, back and forth across the deck. The river rang to the sounds of their combat. Young Griff landed more blows, though Duck’s were harder. After a while, the bigger man began to tire. His cuts came a little slower, a little lower. Young Griff turned them all and launched a furious attack that forced Ser Rolly back. When they reached the stern, the lad tied up their blades and slammed a shoulder into Duck, and the big man went into the river

So stop saying he was just a stupid feign boy, he is a character that still growing and hasn’t shown his full potential yet. So please give him a chance to show that in the next book. This person is Dany’s future rival and do you think GRRM will write him as just a lame character? No, I think he won't just throw this chance easily, he will sure use this to make the plot more thicken.

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Blood of the Dragon Ch. 3

Summary: Now thirteen, Bjorn is forced to tell Y/n the truth after Hvitserk overhears the conversation between the Seer and Aslaug.

(Y/n Targaryen aesthetic)

Warnings: mentions of menstruatation, fluff, Alpha-male characteristics, jealousy, angst, violence, overprotective papa Björn (No this is not ABO or whatever you call it. Not into that sorry)

A/N: I don’t usually do this but who should our reader choose to marry? Sigurd? Ivar? Hvitserk? Message me to let me know. Short chapter but big sister is watching the kiddos tonight.

Thirteen years had passed since Ragnar and a handful of men followed a mysterious knight into war. His children were growing now and turning into typical alpha-males. Ubbe was growing a beard and a braid like Ragnar, he was still outgrowing his youth but there were traces of a man in him, a cocky boy who never failed to make Freyja laugh. Hvitserk was growing as well, his hair getting long that he sometimes wore into braids as was customed. Hvitty was always hungry, his appetite ravenous it sometimes scared Freyja. Sigurd and Ivar were still young but were hitting manhood like his brothers; their voices were cracking, they were getting taller than their princess yet their hair wasn’t long enough for braids still Freyja thought of them as handsome with shy personalities. She herself was also growing although puberty for boys was different than for girls. When Freyja had her first moonblood at eleven, Lagertha comforted her and kissed her cheek saying she was sorry but she was no longer a child. Her chest began to grow too, her snow-white hair was longer and she was almost as tall as Ivar but of course, he would grow taller. Either way, her life in Kattegat was peaceful and happy. Her days consisted of training, playing games with the boys, hunting, sparring, long walks to the forest. And when it was spring, they would wade in their favorite stream. Somewhere along the way, Lord Stark stopped sending her stuff. No letters explaining why he just stopped. It didn’t matter anymore. Freyja never even saw them arrive but now she wore the beautiful dresses and leather Aslaug, Lagertha and Bjorn bought. She now looked like a real Viking, even wearing silver rings in her hair and braiding her hair the way Lagertha did. 

 The boys were still boys but Freyja was a child-woman with blossoming loveliness and the Ragnarsons noticed. Björn loved her like a daughter while Ubbe looked at her like a little sister, messing her hair and pulling her ear playfully when she wasn’t looking. Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar were a much, much, different story.

They were more flirtatious towards her instead of treating her with sibling love the way Ubbe did. Lately, Hvitserk had been throwing her winks during dinner. Sometimes he would tell whisper in her ear or nudge her or hold her hand. Other times he would bring her flowers from the forest. Sigurd was starting to play the oud and he would play a different song for her every day and even sang once. He called it ‘The Song of Ice and Fire’, a song that spoke about a princess who brought all the men to their knees, a fearless but beautiful Queen from a faraway land. He also loved to braid her hair, feeling the softness of it and how it smelled like lavender, Sigurd also made her a crown of winter roses telling her how beautiful she looked and called her ‘The Queen of love and beauty’. This made her blush immensely and Freyja liked him more for it. Ivar was almost like Sigurd, he didn’t write her songs or fetched roses for her but he treated her with as much love and respect as his brothers. Freyja liked it, of course, typical teenage hormones,

Along with moonbloods, wired hormones, and growing breasts, puberty also came with strange dreams. Dreams that involved dragons, a beautiful kingdom with a red castle and two people. A couple. The gorgeous woman had long dark hair, eyes grey, and she always wore a blue wool dress trimmed with fur and wore a crown of the same blue roses Sigurd gave her. The man was tall, beautiful, and broad of shoulders. His armor black as night, on his breastplate with red rubies, was a three-headed dragon. His hair was also as white as hers and with startling purple eyes that resembled hers. Freyja wondered if these people were her real parents but the thought disappeared as quickly as it came. They were royalty and she was not. People only called her princess because of Kraka and Ragnar, yes? Besides those people belonged in a faraway land and Freyja was Viking, a shieldmaiden in the making and one day when she was old enough she will go on raidings with papa, Lagertha and the rest of the Ragnarsons. Still, Freyja couldn’t help but wonder. She didn’t look like Kraka, Ragnar, Bjorn or even Lagertha. None of them had her hair color or purple eyes. She wanted to know the truth and that’s exactly what she got.

The day the same strange men from nine years ago returned, Hvitserk returned to his family’s home excited to share the news with his youngest brothers. He had been walking past the Seer’s hut when he heard mother’s voice talking to him.

“Freyja is the daughter of a king!” he announced shutting the door behind him. His brothers looked up from their game of chess, hands in mid-air with chess pieces still hanging off the tip of their fingers.

“What king?” Ivar asked and looked at Sigurd.

“The King of all kings!” Hvitty answered shaking his brother’s shoulders, “The King of Westeros. The mighty Rhaegar Targaryen the seed of Aegon the Conqueror! Freyja is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne”

Sigurd and Ivar put down their chess pieces, staring at their brother shocked with mouths opened. They had always known Freyja wasn’t at all related to them but this?

“How do you know that?” asked Sigurd still shocked.

“I heard mother speaking to the Seer and he said Freyja’s father, His Grace Rhaegar Targaryen, will return soon! He also said one of us will marry the daughter of a king!” Hvitserk was far too excited and could barely sit still in his chair. 

“One of us?” Ivar motioned the three of them.

“The Seer said one of the sons of Ragnar to be specific and Freyja is the daughter of a King”

“The King of Westeros” his little brother added with wonder. This was true. One of them will marry the daughter of a King and the daughter had been living with them the whole time! The same girl they had been living with for years now. If they liked her before they liked her more now.

And they wanted her.

“I want her. I will be a great King for sure!” Sigurd smirked at Ivar “she already likes me best”

Ivar’s nostrils flared and anger rose his chest, “She does not! You and your stupid oud. You’re just a silly boy with stupid dreams”

Sigurd pushed him off his chair and Hvitserk cursed. Ivar groaned in pain and rubbed his legs. “And you’re just a cripple who’s prick doesn’t work. How are you going to make sons? With your little sticks you use to crawl?”

Ivar let out an angry scream and tried to launch himself at his brother but with his legs in pain, he could not. Hvitserk lifted his little brother by his leather vest and sat him back down.

“Don’t be sad if she marries me instead!” Sigurd laughed and Hvitserk threw daggers at his brother.

“If who marries who?” said a gentle voice.

They all froze. Their eyes going from brother to brother. It was Freyja. She was carrying her ax and fur mantle, her cheeks still flushed from training with Bjorn. She was getting better and better every day and Freyja couldn’t wait to go on raidings soon with Bjorn. 

“Who’s going to get married?” She rose an eyebrow at them. Freyja almost laughed at their shocked expressions, they looked like little children that were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing.

It was Hvitserk who answered her question. “You are going to marry one of us”

Her eyes widened and heat rose to her pale cheeks. “M-me?” Freyja couldn’t believe it.”Who? Wha-who told you I was going to marry one of you?”

“The Seer. He said one of the sons of Ragnar was going to marry the daughter of a King” Hvitserk took her hands in his. “You are the daughter of a King. You have never been no one. You are the daughter of the king of Westeros. The daughter of the Dragon”

Suddenly those dreams Freyja had been having seemed to come true. She knew it in her heart that Hvitty was right, that King and Queen, they were her real parents. And the Red Castle and beautiful city was her real home. There were so many questions she needed answered. Why was she here? What happened to her parents? A chill ran down her spine. Will they ever come for her? No! She didn’t want to leave. This was her real home. Kattegat. She was raised here with so much love and happiness, they couldn’t just take that away from her! What about Ragnar? Will he ever come back before they came? Bjorn...Freyja felt lightheaded, she needed to speak to Bjorn. He had to tell her the truth. She pushed Hvitserk’s hands away and ran out of the Great Hall, her heart was pumping fast against her chest and her mind went blank. Freyja couldn’t remember where she last saw Bjorn, her mind was numb and too many emotions were swimming inside her when she bumped into a tall figure causing her to fall on her back.

“Little princess, are you hurt?” Freyja felt Bjorn’s strong arms lift her and dust off the dirt that stained her dress.

Freyja stared at him with desperate tears in her eyes, “I need to speak to you. I need to know if it’s true” 

“What is?” Bjorn could already tell where this was going. 

“That I am the daughter of King Rhaegar” Bjorn could feel eyes on them and he didn’t want them to do that. She deserved to be told in private. He knew this day would come but he didn’t expect it to be sooner. No matter how much he denied it, it was time for the truth/

“Come. Take a walk with me”

Their walk was silent and full of dread, he was taking her to the hill where one could see all of Kattegat. Bjorn wanted to remind her that this was home no matter where she went, she was born and raised here in Norway. They stopped exactly where Bjorn wanted them to, he pointed to the village and said,” What do you see?”

Freyja answered without hesitation, “Home. Our home”

He was silent again, trying to think of the right words to say. Over the years Bjorn wanted her to call him father. He had practically raised her since she was a babe and loved her more than anything. Bjorn would kill or die for her. This was his child. 

“Thirteen years ago we sailed to Westeros to visit King Rhaegar Targaryen and his wife”, Nostalgia spread across his face, Freyja listened attentively as she always did with one of his stories. “I remember I hate that trip” Bjorn chuckled, “Thor’s rage was strong that year and I didn’t think we were going to make it but alas we did, little princess. Our fathers had been allies and were as close as brothers, you should have seen the look on your Ragar’s face when they were reunited” Freyja’s lips twitched into a small smile remembering the nickname she used to call Ragnar. Thinking about him made her heart ache. She missed the man with strong arms and the long braid who would toss her in the air and catching her.

“Your mother, Lyanna, was pregnant with you. Only beginning to ripen and then a rebel by the name of Robert Baratheon attacked Kingslanding. Your father begged my father to take your mother away and we did. I remembered how angry I was at him” Bjorn studied the open waters missing his father as well. He worried about him a lot. “We took care of your mother well despite the storms. The night we arrived in Kattegat your mother died giving you birth”

Freyja looked down at her feet feeling sadder than before. 

“Your father is fighting the war to keep his crown and you are his only heir. Father left us to help him fight. Gods be good and help them survive the war” Bjorn raised her chin with his index finger and thumb, wiping away the fallen tears. “You will be Queen of Westeros one day, little dove”

She flung her arms around him and began to sob. “No Bjorn no! Please don’t let them take me! Kattegat is my home, I belong here with you and Lagertha, your brothers and Athelstan don’t let them take me please!”

Bjorn hugged her fiercely, kissing her hair and stroking her back. He didn’t want to cry, he wanted to be strong for her because she needed him to. 

“I won’t let them take you, sweet Freyja, you are mine. I raised you and I will protect you” 

Freyja hugged him tighter. She felt safe here with them and couldn’t imagine living in a castle full of people she didn’t know. She would miss them all especially Bjorn and his brothers. A new religion, new tongue, new everything seemed frightening. Freyja was used to her Norse Gods, are the Westerosi Gods different or are they the same? Or are they Christians like her gentle Athelstan? The thought made her shudder. Freyja pulled away and wiped away her tears. 

“Am I interrupting?”

Bjorn and Freyja turned around to see a man he recognized without question; Jaime Lannister. He looked older since the last time he saw him and yet again Bjorn had also changed. But if Jaime was here then...

“Where is my father?” Bjorn demanded to know.

Jaime frowned but then his expression turned into an amused one. “Your father Ragnar? We don’t know, the war has been over for six years now and we haven’t seen him since then”.

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“I’m not drunk enough yet” for Jonsa. :D

Ahh awesome–thanks so much! Here’s a messy little Washington, D.C.-Jonsa fic for you,  ~1,000 words.

Maybe it’s in his blood. Maybe being a predatory piece of shit was a terrible legacy he could not escape from. 

It was easy for people to forget that the brooding quiet Jon Snow was the son of the former-Senator Rhaegar Targaryen. (But Jon couldn’t forget that ugly inheritance. And he wouldn’t repeat it.)

He should have stayed away from this town, shouldn’t have been so drawn to the call to public service. God, he was an idiot. Washington DC was a hellhole and it was going to destroy him. 

He should have just done what his half-brother Aegon did and lived comfortably far away on the west coast where fewer knew the sordid tale. 

(But he does secretly think he might be making a small difference, has to stay and at least try.) 

But it wasn’t his father who inspired him to this work, it was his mother. A mother who he never met, but who he always felt drawn to. 

He was told she was ambitious and lovely. And had been taken advantage of in he worst ways who claimed to have loved her. 

His mother had been idealistic, bright-eyed, and at 18 thoroughly won over by a Senator. A married Senator who left her pregnant and alone. 

Lyanna’s death during childbirth was a scandal that rocked through DC. It may have ended Senator Targaryen’s illustrious career and presidential aspirations, but it ended her life. 

And it didn’t matter that Sansa Stark at 23 was only a couple years younger than him, that if they met at a bar it would be completely–almost absurdly—appropriate.

God, the last 6 months had been torture.

Even though he was basically just a glorified personal assistant to Senator Mormont, he was still her superior. 

It didn’t matter that as a Stark she had more political connections than he could imagine in his wildest dreams. (Her father, before he died, had been the president’s chief-of-fucking-staff.)

Still, it didn’t matter. She was an intern, and he did not... dally with interns. It was completely inappropriate and creepy and Jon Snow would be a better man than that.

(And Sansa deserved better. She deserved the best.) 

It didn’t matter that she was very pretty with big shining blue eyes and auburn hair that swung behind her and that she was so bright and that she made him feel happy even with her light teasing.

Or that she was whip smart and so incredibly witty it was annoying. (Just yesterday she said something ridiculously funny about the tax reform bill, and he just grunted in response. Literally grunted.)

He even liked her pretty pink blouses and tweed skirts and the stupid matcha green tea lattes she drank instead of coffee.

He didn’t even hate her when she tried—with no success—to get him to cut down on coffee.  

And she was so fucking compassionate and caring. The other week when a frazzled constituent came to the office close to tears, everyone was too busy to help. But it was Sansa who sat with her for over two hours waiting—wrapped her arm around the woman and listened and listened and helped her look into possible solutions. Sansa stayed late to finish her other work, not at all bitter, just cheerfully singing something that sounded lovely softly under her breath.

Even at happy hours after work, she was a beaming ray of sunshine in a room of brooding jaded staffers.(God almost everyone in this town was a borderline functioning—some better than others–alcoholic.)

And she’s walking towards him as he’s alone after Sam left and god, she was so pretty.

And she’s standing closer to him than she ever has before. Leaning against the bar counter, smiling at him.

Her smile was so fucking bright that it made her eyes hurt.

“What a pleasant surprise to find you brooding here, Jon.”

“What do you want, Sansa?” he sighs. 

“Now don’t be too obvious” she whispers conspiratorially. “But my ex is over there. The blonde dude making faces at the wine selection?”

Super blond and prissy looking–speaking authoritatively to the group around him but keeping his eye on Sansa. 

Ugh, her ex was perfectly tailored with hair immaculately coifed. Was that her type? He looks down at his now rumpled shirt, messily rolled sleeves, and loosened sales-rack tie.

God, he never had a chance. If they met randomly in a bar, she probably wouldn’t even look at Jon.

He raises his eyebrows in question.

“I know, he’s the absolute worst. And he’s super conservative. Such an error in judgment right there,” she shudders. “Okay, so just pretend you’re super engaged. Super into me.”

“Huh?”

“That we’re like together. You know, just play cute.”

That’s not appropriate. Not in the slightest.

What is she trying to do to him? Is she trying to break him? He’s not strong enough for this.

“I’m not drunk enough yet,” he snaps.

She raises her brows, a slight frown.

“Would it be that hard to imagine, Jon Snow? That you actually like me?”

Is that what she thinks? He shouldn’t dissuade her of that notion. It was far safer that she never learn how much he did in fact like her. 

Instead he shakes his head vehemently.

“No, it would be too easy. Way too easy.”

He might be drunker than he thought. He needs to backtrack, but his mind is working at a snail’s pace.

But she gives him another one of her bright smiles—and he may have just melted a little.

“You know what, Jon Snow? Next week is my last at the Senator’s office.”

Wait, what?

“Oh?” He’s surprised at how much his chest ached.

“My brother Robb is running for state legislator. It’s where our dad started his political career,” she says with a soft fond smile. “Anyways, he needs a communications manager and who better than me?’

Oh, so she’s leaving the District. It’s better that way, honestly. She wouldn’t be an intern and he wouldn’t be a threat. (But he was going to miss her.)

Why was his throat so dry?

“With you on the team, I can’t imagine him not winning,” he finally manages to choke out.

“That’s the plan. But you know what?”

She’s leaning in very close now and he swallows very audibly.

“You do know my hometown is in Maryland, right? Just 30 minutes away on the Red Line.”

Wait, what is she telling him? Why is she telling him what she’s telling him?

His brain is, his brain is scrambling trying to figure this out. 

“Do they… do they have good green tea lattes there?”

“In fact I know just the place. You just have to come and visit me,” she smiles and he somehow manages to smile back.

[bitchfromtheseventhhell]

“which one are you again?” 

“aegon, aunt.”

she looks at him with blank eyes--violet irises with pupils gone pale with age, searching through his face as if unable to articulate the question.

“maekar’s son, who was your cousin daeron’s fourth son.”

a smile cracked across her old face.  “aegon.  of course.  i thought.  but no.  no that would have been years before, and he never named a son after himself.”  

“no, he didn’t, aunt,” aegon agreed, knowing she meant her cousin aegon the unworthy.  she was old--older than anyone else in the palace, or so it seemed.  

“i went to your wedding,” she said.  “to the blackwood girl.  not missy, though she looked rather like her.  what was her name?”

“betha,” aegon says.  

“betha.  yes.  betha.  not bethany.  she was a bracken, and older besides.  how many years ago was that?”

“thirteen.”

“thirteen.  i was positively young then, wasn’t i?  how old was i?”

“we were wed just after your seventieth name day.”

“seventy and then thirteen.  so that would make me eighty three.  gods i had not thought to live this long.  daena died before thirty, and i can still remember her face...and would you know? i used to be able,” she waved a gnarled finger in the air, “i’d once have been able to do that math in my head.  seventy plus thirteen is eighty three.  yes.   but i fade.  that’s age.  fading eyes, fading wits, fading memory.” she looked at him again with those pale eyes.  “aegon.  son of maekar, son of daeron my dear beloved cousin.  i loved him.”

“i know, aunt,” aegon says.

“and you had a little sister.  rhae, was it?”

“rhae and daella.  two of them.”

“yes, but rhae was the one who was frightened of me. i heard her telling your father so once.  didn’t want to wish me a happy name day.”

aegon blinked, and almost laughed.  “i’d forgotten that.”

“i suppose there’s something left in this old mind,” cackled elaena targaryen.  “she was a sweet girl.  afraid of getting old.  that’s youth for you.  afraid of all the wrong things.”

she gave him a significant look and he felt a chill go up his spine.  if rhae had been afraid of aunt elaena because she was old, aegon had always been nervous about her because somehow she always managed to--

“i raised seven children,” she said, patting his arm.  “but you weren’t one of them.  i know when you’re frightened.  you only ever come find me when you’re frightened.”

aegon swallowed.  

“if you wait much longer to spit it out, i may die,” she japed and aegon felt his mouth open in surprise.  how rarely did he speak with her these days that those words would surprise him?  he knew she had a cutting tongue, and spoke her mind.  betha had liked her very well in the early days at court, before their children, before she’d begun to make friends, before elaena had grown too old to easily make her way across the red keep to take tea with her.  and now she barely remembers betha...a face in a sea of people over a long life, i suppose.  he would tell betha to visit her when he was done.  if you wait much longer to spit it out, i may die.

“aunt elaena, what if they make me king?”

elaena targaryen frowned.  “you have older brothers.”

“aerion is dead, and aemon wears a maester’s chain.  he did not say if he would put it aside for the crown.  what if he doesn’t.  what if i’m to be king?  i don’t want to be king.”

“good.”

“what?”

“no man in his right mind should want to be a king.”

that made aegon smile, though he couldn’t say he was amused.  

“if they make you king, they make you king.  it’s an unfortunate thing--most kings don’t decide to be king.  it happens to them.  you’ll be part of that grand tradition.”

“yes but...but i’m not prepared.  i was supposed to be a knight of the kingsguard.”

“and now you’re married with heirs and next in line for the throne after your brother who has none but you.”

aegon swallowed.  “yes,” he said, his voice the uncomfortable midway point between a whisper and a murmur.  

“what?  speak up, boy.”  

he cleared his throat.  “yes, aunt.”

“that’s a good thing to be afraid of.  kingship and your first foray of fatherhood.  that was the last time, you know.”

“the last time what?”

“the last time you came to me frightened.  i remember now.” she was smiling and there were gaps between some teeth where others had fallen from her gums.  she seemed less addled as if she were able to pull the world together around her despite being barely able to see and hear. ��did she remember?  or did she just guess--correctly--that as betha had taken to her birthing bed, aegon had gone to find his aunt who had born seven children, since his own mother and grandmother were long dead.  “fear’s a good sign,” she continued.  “a sign you’re not stupid.  neither mad nor stupid.  a good start to a reign.”

aegon tried to laugh.

“what if i am bad at it?  what if i’m worse than aegon the unworthy and all the kingdoms spit upon my memory?”

“don’t worry about that.  you’ll be dead,” elaena said dryly.  “why do men always worry about how they’ll be remembered?  i’ve never understood.  daeron and conquering dorne, baelor and his sept, aegon and his manhood...daeron was the only one with a head on his shoulder and he was called daeron the good because of it.  aim for that.  or aim for no one remembering you so they’ll remember how odd it was you made it to your throne to begin with, youngest son of a youngest son that you are.”

“yes, but--”

“no.  no buts.  don’t worry about how the histories will write you.  someone will always hate some king or another.  that’s how it goes.  do good.  be good.  serve.  that’s what it is to be king--serving.  some kings think it’s the other way around but they’re wrong.  don’t be that arrogant, or you shan’t be a very good one. and you’re neither mad nor stupid.  you have that as an advantage already.  don’t squander it.”

“yes aunt,” aegon said.  she made it sound so very easy, but that had always been aunt elaena.  even when he’d been a boy, the way she’d spoken about the crown’s accounts, the kingdoms’ economy as though it were something even a child could master...how stunning she was.  he’d only begun to realize as she’d grown too old and her mind had begun to fade.

“you won’t be alone,” she added.  “you’ve your ser duncan to help keep your head on properly.  and me so long as i’m alive, but you and i both know i shan’t last forever.  and i’m sure betha will have her opinions.  she’s always had them.  it’s what i liked about her to begin with.”

“oh, i imagine her opinions won’t be going anywhere,” aegon laughed, though he didn’t truly feel humored.  “but it all feels...well it’s no matter.  perhaps aemon will shed his chain.”

“you and i both know he won’t,” elaena said, and her voice cut through the room, and aegon stiffened.  “that boy’s headstrong.  all of maekar’s boys were.  comes from maekar himself, and dyanna.  she was a stubborn one too.  just like betha.  he gave his word when he forged his chain and put aside his name.  that’ll be that.  you’ll be the next king.  best to prepare yourself for that now.”

aegon took a deep breath.  she was right of course.  he remembered his grandfather saying something like that once.  “always listen to elaena.  she’s always right.”

they sat quietly for a time, and aegon staring vaguely out of the window. king aegon.  aegon the fifth.  aegon the unlikely.  that’s how he’d be remembered, he was sure of it.  youngest son of a youngest son.  why do men always worry about how they’ll be remembered?

he heard a shuffling snore.

he glanced back at aunt elaena.  her head had rolled forward and her pale eyes were closed and she had fallen asleep.  aegon got to his feet and found a woolen wrap and wrapped it gently around her.  she was old.  he dreaded that she would catch a cold.