#yandere aegon i targaryen

[gulnarsultan]

hi I hope you are fine can you please write yandere aegon the conqueror x stark! reader Where she forced the reader to marry him, and she was doing her best to be nice to him and help him, but he did not love her and he always ignore her , and when he finally realized that he loved her, she began to hate him and ignore him, just as he treated her before.

Hello. I hope you like it. If you want a happier ending, feel free to write.

" Scenario "

You were Torrhen Stark's only daughter. That's why you were the apple of House Stark's eye. You had a happier life than the day the three Targaryens conquered the land. All Kingdoms except Dorne had submitted to the Targaryens. Aegon chose you as his third wife when he was crowned. Your wedding was beautiful and lavish. However, your married life and your husband were not good at all. You were trying to be the best wife you could for Aegon. You were hoping to have a relationship based on friendship, even if there wasn't love between you. Despite months of trying, you had never been able to create a significant relationship between you and Aegon. You don't remember what exhausted your patience. Scolding you for his sister Rhaenys? His contempt? Falling in love with him right before your eyes? Or Aegon beating you because of a lie Rhaenys told? After Aegon beat you, you ran to your room, battered and in tears. You stopped when you saw the balcony in the hallway. You were trying to run and jump from the balcony, but Visenya caught you. That night you found solace in Visenya's arms. You've decided to make big changes in your life. You were only speaking formally to Aegon. You didn't approach Aegon unless necessary. You were acting as if Aegon didn't exist anymore. You spent most of your time with Visenya or alone. Aegon immediately understood the change. Thanks to Aegon's urging, Rhaenys told you all the evil she had committed against you. She came to you and apologized because of Aegon. Aenda had sincerely apologized to you and asked for a second chance. However, the spiteful and disgusted looks he encountered told him all the poisonous words you didn't say. Aegon was trying hard to win you over again. He confronted you when he found out about your moon tea order. You told him to get his beloved wife pregnant. You said you would only carry the children of a man she would love after she got out of this damn marriage. Aegon couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in his life. At Visenya's request, you agreed to become pregnant with Aegon's baby. After all, the King needed heirs. Before Rhaenys, you gave birth to three Princes and a Princess. You had more children over the years. You had a total of nine children. You were a good mother to your children and a good Queen to the Kingdom. The Targaryen line continues through your blood. Aegon the Conqueror's efforts to regain your love have been the subject of stories and poems. For centuries, bards have sung about the ice queen before whom Targaryen the Conqueror knelt.

[yanderes-galore]

A concept of Aegon I Targaryen if you can please????

Sure. Includes his wives as I see them all together. I struggled on this more than I thought.... Would like feedback, I kinda wanted to make this more yandere but wasn't sure how?

Yandere! Aegon I Targaryen Concept

(The Conqueror - FT. Rhaenys + Visenya)

Pairing: Romantic - Some Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Targcest (Aegon/Rhaenys/Visenya), Polygamy, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Dubious relationship(s).

Aegon is considered the very start of the Targaryen dynasty to most people.

He is the king who conquered and united the seven kingdoms.

He and his wives are feared for controlling dragons.

Aegon is the rider of Balerion, Rhaenys is the rider of Meraxes, and Visenya is the rider of Vhagar.

Aegon wanted peace above all else, so after his wars he did whatever it took to maintain order.

Visenya is his stern warrior queen, while Rhaenys is kind and caring for her people.

Aegon himself did his best to appease his people, even respecting religions of all sorts of areas to keep them on his side.

I imagine if Aegon was fond of another besides his two wives, his wives would know.

Rhaenys would be a bit more accepting if she learned of her king's obsession.

Visenya would take longer to accept such a thought, but if it makes Aegon happy, she'll get along with you.

While his wives support you and care for you to varying degrees, Aegon is the one obsessed with you primarily.

Perhaps you are a noble, or maybe even a servant.

Or, as Targaryens are, another sibling he decided to take as his own.

Regardless of who you are, if the king becomes fond of you, you're one of the most protected people in the realms.

Why? The man has three dragons under his belt.

As these were some of the first domesticated dragons, they are huge.

Aegon's even known for parading Balerion while visiting the smallfolk.

Despite being intimidating, Aegon is no doubt one who wishes to please.

He has charisma when speaking with his people.

Visenya enforces his laws while Rhaenys helps maintain peace between families through marriages.

Aegon doesn't care if others look down on his companionship with you.

The faith already looks down on him for marrying not only two wives... but his sisters.

So if he took you as his own, he cares little for rumors.

You almost never leave his side.

Aegon doesn't keep you at King's Landing or Dragonstone, if he travels to one or the other, you will accompany him on top of Balerion.

Rhaenys and Visenya care for you because they see how Aegon acts around you.

Like the dragon blood that runs through him, he's possessive.

He married Visenya out of duty, Rhaenys out of desire, but who knows why he wants you.

Married to him or not, he has darker motives with you.

Like a king should, he spoils you.

He dresses you in Targaryen garb and doesn't trust anyone but himself and his wives with you.

Sometimes he even gets Balerion used to your presence, the large black dragon staring down at you beside his rider.

Naturally, with all dragon riders, their dragons are attached to their rider's obsession.

Many tend to see you as Aegon's secret adoration, a pet he toys with when his wives are away on business.

In reality, his wives not only know how lovesick he is towards you, but support it.

Rhaenys suggests attire you should wear if Aegon ever decides to marry you.

Visenya warns you to behave for her king, giving you subtle threats in case you try to run.

Running is pointless.

You would never be able to get far on foot.

Even if you took a horse, you'd quickly have three dragons hunt down your smell for their riders.

If anyone tried to take you or harm you, Visenya is the one more likely to slaughter them for Aegon.

She'd feed her victims to Vhagar, or Balerion if her king wished.

While Aegon's main priority is peace, He knows bloodshed may be necessary.

In that case, he doesn't mind staining his blade in blood for you with Visenya.

Anything for you... as your king, he can give anything you want... as long as you don't leave him.

Aegon is careful to prevent such a thing, often showing you affection and showering you in gifts.

Contrast to the Fire and Blood he's caused, He's affectionate and caring in his touch.

His kisses are light, easing you into his adoration for you.

He loves his wives, but he also can't seem to part from you... his third desire.

You're already quite isolated during his obsession.

You are only ever allowed in King's Landing or Dragonstone.

During parties you must always be beside him and in sight.

No one else should think they have a chance with you.

In both King's Landing and Dragonstone you have a private chambers, well furnished with dragon decorations.

He wants his sons, Aenys and Maegor, to respect you as another parental figure in their life.

Aegon only seems to get worse when he hears of Rhaenys and Meraxes dying during one of his final wars.

He may even quickly spring a wedding onto you, making you officially his as some last ditch attempt to not lose you.

I imagine the death of Rhaenys affects him terribly.

Visenya almost pities you when she sees how Aegon clings to you.

He turns to you for mourning, kissing your skin and asking you to promise he'll never lose you.

It gets to the point he locks you away with him, hoping such a thing will prevent you from being harmed.

Physically, at least... mentally you feel very Isolated.

Even as his princes grow up, he encourages them to see you as family.

Who knows, perhaps even the princes are attached to you as a parental figure.

Towards the end of his life, Aegon never has you far from him.

Even in death you may still be affected by his obsession, Visenya now the one to encourage you to stay around.

Perhaps she's fond of you too... or maybe it's just for the two young princes now under her watch.

Aegon may be caring, charismatic, and kind with his beloved...

But like a true dragon, he's possessive and fierce when it comes to making you his...

Even after his death you'll always belong to the dragons.

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Aegon the conqueror who’s darling is trying to keep the relationship PRIVATE

Aegon: But..history books won’t know how much I loved you..how you were my one and only

Darling: *burning some pages out of the Masster’s book*: I will not let people centuries from now gossip about the way you mindlessly ravaged me every night

Aegon: They walked in on us one time😒

Darling: AND😟? It was one time too much

Yeah, canon in my yandere asoiaf universe.

Aegon I is just kind of like a kicked puppy. He also strangely loves the secrecy. It makes it feel like the relationship is even more taboo.

Darling was definitely like "okay? I had you kill the person who walked in on us!?"

Aegon I: "The only time you have been happy that I killed someone for you."

Darling: "Hey! I think you look absolutely ravishing in blood."

Aegon I: "Ravishing? I know a few things I'd like to ravish."

Pornhub theme song plays.

[missglaskin]

Yandere Aegon's Conquest (platonic) headcanons

AKA Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys as your yan!parents + Aenys and Maegor as your yan!Brothers

Characters: Aegon the conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Maegor & Aenys Targaryen, Orys Baratheon

Note: Adopted and female!reader, toxic relationships, some interpreted romance/incest, Fire and Blood spoilers

You may have joined the Targaryen family through any of them. Brought to King's Landing as an offer, a hostage from Dorne. Whatever the reason was, you have now become the obsession of three dragon riders.

Naturally, there was some opposition at first. It's enough to keep a whole kingdom together; with lords either bending the knee willingly or by force, having the faith tolerate their marriages, and now they bring a child into the fold who didn't seem to bear much resemblance.

Yet despite widespread opposition, there was utter silence when it became evident what would happen if someone were to comment on your legitimacy. It's frightening to face Aegon's wrath, but he and his sisters combined; downright terrifying. 

They tended to differentiate when it came to ways of parenting. You would have likely been overindulged if it weren't for Visenya, who adopted a stricter role in place of Rhaenys and Aegon. On the other hand, it's Aegon who adopts the role of the meditator, keeping the peace whenever his wives come to disputes.

Orys is the only one Aegon truly trusts along with his sisters and despite Rhaenys and Visenya sharing Aegon's trust, they're not exactly thrilled about sharing you with anyone else. It’s noticed how quickly Orys steps into the role of an uncle, adding more fuel to the gossip (being Aegon’s brother). Like everyone else, he's just as protective and is more than willing to personally handle anyone who dares to cross you. But also similar to Aegon, beyond being protective, he's pretty laid-back. During your younger years, he'd times have you seated on his lap or playfully throw you up in the air.

As mentioned, Visenya is fiercely protective and sometimes may come off as a bit harsh, but her intentions are solely for your well-being. Her kingsguards are not only ordered to protect the king but are specifically trained to protect their little princess. She’s involved in your education, ensuring that you embrace your ‘Valyrian’ heritage. 

Each day she’ll have you rehearse your words, recount the history of your family house, and fulfill all your supposed duties. It’s Aegon and Rhaenys who urge Visenya to give you a break from time to time (not just because they want to spend time with you). Visenya also insists on training you despite her brother and sister’s wishes. Rhaenys thinks your gentle hands shouldn’t touch a blade with Aegon claiming you’re protected enough.

While they might disagree on many things, both Aegon and Rhaenys agree with Visenya's idea of giving you your own dragon egg. Given as a gift on your nameday. And even if the dragon hatches and you may never ride it, they are sure to let it recognize you as their owner; to let it be yours and yours only. Besides it’s further proof to the rest of the kingdom that you’re indeed one of them.

Like Visenya, Rhaenys is very much involved in your life and rarely lets you out of her sighs. She’s much smothering and the most affectionate out of her siblings, known to watch you with great fondness and expect to be praised for even the smallest accomplishments.

Rhaenys takes charge of your wardrobe, dressing you in the colors of House Targaryen and embellishing you with all sorts of jewelry. The many songs she has ensured to be dedicated, praising your elegance and beauty that they are believed to have passed down generations.

That’s not to say Aegon isn’t involved, he is but tends to be overshadowed by his sisters; finding himself stuck in the middle of their disagreements. Despite this, he makes his stance known and will use all types of excuses to steal you away. Aegon goes as far as making you his cupbearer, though while the council members are hesitant to take you away from the king's side. Only Orys dares to have you come and fill his cup.

They often find themselves in childish arguments on who you should ride with. Aegon occasionally claims victory, it helps Baelrion is the largest. In fact, whenever any of the siblings go for a flight, they are likely to bring you along. During their shared flights, they would showcase all sorts of tricks like getting close to the water or letting their dragons spit fire in the open air just to witness the excited look on your face.

Aegon spoils you (rotten) and is ready to fulfill almost all your whims and desires. While he’ll gladly gift you with jewelry and gowns like Rhaenys, Aegon is more inclined to make grand gestures like contracting statues and naming things in your honor. If you were to ask, he'd happily construct a bathhouse, a vast garden, you just need to ask.

Aegon is surprisingly someone you find it easy to turn to whenever you get in trouble, along with Uncle Orys. He's perfectly fine with you doing your own thing, playing away while he watches from a distance.

Despite their occasional arguments, at the end of the day, they are united through their care for you. You mean everything to them, and though each may express it differently, they all just want to see you happy and safe.

Adding Maegor and Aenys into the mix just makes everything more chaotic. While it's not much of a hidden secret that Rhaenys and Visenya favor you, they attempt to keep it subtle. Aegon isn't very adept at hiding it, and there have been discussions where he expresses the desire for you to be his heir instead. However, by the Westerosi tradition, Aenys is the expected heir.

Aenys and Maegor are particularly attached to you, even when their parents clearly seem to favor you. Being a bit older than Aenys, Rhaenys actively encouraged the bond between you two. She always insisted your small self to hold him and it became well-known among the castle servants that baby Aenys would cry until you came at his side. 

The death of Rhaenys threw everything into chaos. Visenya and Aegon, if possible, became even more protective, god forbid if Dorne were to make an attempt (or try to bring you back). You became the outlet for their grief, with Aegon demanding your presence more than ever. Aenys clung to you for comfort, a child who doesn’t seem to fully understand where his mother went. 

A year or two passed before Maegor was born, and he was already different from the start. Aenys, always smaller than the other kids, remained easily carried by your child self even as he grew. You'd lift him up on your back as he squealed with delight, but Visenya would scold you; your back could get hurt and Aenys is heir, he must be expected to behave like one.

Maegor, on the other hand, was bigger than most kids, with round and full cheeks that you couldn't resist poking and pulling. Similar to Aenys, he constantly demanded your attention, but unlike Aenys who cried, Maegor caused tantrums, pushing other kids you interacted with and throwing things until he got the attention he sought.

A rivalry started between the brothers, and more often than not, you found yourself in the middle of it, but it was mostly one-sided with Maegor often starting the conflicts. Moreover, Aegon directed most of his attention toward Aenys with kingdom duties and all, leaving you mostly with Maegor and Visenya.

Unlike Rhaenys, who didn't have the time to mold her son, Visenya did. She made sure that her son knows that it’s his duty to protect and care for you, deeming Aenys as weak in her eyes. Maegor learned to value you above all else. Sparring was no longer necessary, as according to Maegor he’ll be the one to protect you from now. In one incident, Maegor attacked a noble boy who had jokingly insulted you. Aegon and Visenya never punished him, with the excuse that Aegon didn't want to cause a scene.

Aenys, much like his mother, is naturally affectionate. Openly embracing you in front of the entire court or hold your hand as you walk together. Such displays of affectionate were a never-ending lecture from Visenya and Aegon and all it did was fuel Maegor’s jealousy. 

As all three of you came of age, there was a flood of suitors vying for your hand in marriage. Aegon would use any excuse to deter them, but deep down, he secretly wished to wed you to Aenys but he knows Visenya might insist on Maegor instead, further fueling the rivalry between the brothers. The reactions of your brothers toward your suitors only intensifies, with Maegor eagerly challenging anyone who seeks your hand and Aenys wearing a mask of happiness for you while secretly desiring to have you all to himself.

It becomes even messier if the brothers are wed to other women. Alyssa and Ceryse, in particular, feel the pressure to be on your good side, knowing that a gesture from you could sway their husbands in your favor. Despite being married to them, the wives can't shake the feeling of being the "other women". The awkwardness is heightened by Aenys, who insists on you being close to his children, going so far as to let you be one of the first to hold baby Rhaena. 

The family was struck with a moment of grief upon Aegon's death, leaving Visenya as the sole parent. With Aegon, and even Orys, no longer present, Visenya had the freedom to enforce her regulations and expectations without interruption. Maegor, being a wild card, proved difficult to control. Despite Aenys' perceived weakness, he stepped into Aegon's place, not directly opposing Visenya and Maegor but making it clear that you were a line not to be crossed. Your place is to be with him and his family, by his side in council. 

Aegon's death set off a chain reaction, fueling the underlying war within the family that had already been brewing.

[thesongoficeandfir3]

Dark!Aegon i x reader

A/n: 18+ ONLY! reader is a Baratheon but race is NOT mentioned however the reader does have the features of a Baratheon (blue eyes and black hair), reader is female with female anatomy

Warnings: SMUT, DC, power imbalance, age gap (reader is of age), innocence kink? Lmk if I missed any

Would rate 🖤 out of three on dark scale

Would rate 🌶️🌶️ out of five on smut scale

This is my first time writhing smut so sorry if it’s shit 🙃

Might do a dark Maegor or Young Tywin next

- Aegon had always prided himself as being a good man or more so a good man if compared to the many of the corrupt men in Westeros

- He would believe he did not have any darkness in him however, this resolve started to crumble when he met you.

- You were married to one of your father’s vassal houses and had a son however, your husband died fighting one of the many battles in attempt to take over Dorne, and due to the laws your son was sent to live with his paternal family thus leaving you alone once again like before getting married.

- You were still young and fertile and it was not uncommon for a highborn widow to be married again, thus why Orys decided to bring you to the capital where he spent so much time being the king’s hand. The capital always had highborns coming in and out so it was a possibility one of them may be your new husband

- When Aegon first saw you, he immediately was enticed by your beauty. Your hair as dark as the soils of Highgarden flowing down your back, sitting atop your head your mother’s sapphire diadem brought even more attention to your blue eyes, and the gold and black gown you wore clinging to your body beautifully

- He burned the image into his brain the way you nervously dipped your head down when meeting him, your blue eyes scanning his face desperate for his approval. It was almost comical to him how opposite you were to Orys, who was the embodiment of your house sigil as large and intimidating as a stag whereas you looked more like a fawn about to be slaughtered by its prey but he found it amusing none the less

- You would be in KL for many weeks but his obsession would be nothing more than a small flame, simply just admiring you from afar, but the small flame would turn into a roaring blaze when he saw you taking care of his son Aenys.

- You often found yourself alone and bored in the Redkeep since you hardly knew anyone there, so to keep you occupied your father arranged for you to take care of Aenys who was only a babe. You did miss taking care of your son who was now with his father’s family, so it was a sweet reminder

- One day after a stressful meeting Aegon was headed to his chambers for a much needed bath when he passed you in the gardens rocking and singing to a giggling Aenys, all the anger and stress vanished in an instant and calmness washed over him. It had been so long since he felt that way almost forgetting the feeling. That day he also felt a switch within him and a strong desire to keep seeing you like that

- He couldn’t help but use the same power he prided himself not abusing to abuse it to keep seeing you do that. He ordered that you become the sole caretaker and wet nurse to Aenys, making claims that the babe was so much calmer in your presence. You were so blinded by the fact that you missed your own son to see how odd his decision was

- Aegon was swift and discrete in chasing away any potential suitors who looked your way, also giving your father, his hand, more work than usual in attempt for him not to notice how much time the king spent with his daughter

- Convincing you to put Aeny’s crib in your room claiming it would be easier for you to take care of him, but it was more for him being able to walk into your chambers whenever he wishes and he could easily hide his reasoning just wanting to see his son

- When you start to feed Aenys, Aegon would often be nearby, watching with a mixture of peace and lust within him. The peaceful feeling coming from the knowledge that you are providing life-sustaining nourishment for his heir and the lustful feeling coming from what if you continued being the one to nurture and further his bloodline

- He would continue to stare when you place the babe down, your chest momentarily still exposed as you prioritize making Aenys comfortable first before fixing yourself. He would start to daydreaming what it would be like for you to be under him bare like that as his seed dripped from you after he’d taken you

- Things were going well for him soon enough suitors stopped talking with your father about potential proposals and you were always so obedient at his side without protest or rather you didn’t think you were allowed to.

- Panic starts to rise in Aegon when one day while having a drink, Orys mentions he wants to take you back to Storm’s End since he can’t find a match for you here, whereas in Storm’s End there was already possibility of three lords.

- That night Aegon summoned you to his chamber during the hour of the wolf you were about to grab his son thinking Aegon wanted to see him as that was always the case, but but the maid who called for you stopped you and said he only wanted to see you. You were extremely confused but obeyed the king’s command not having the slightest clue what was to happen.

NSFW below 18+ ONLY

You let out a strained gasp and whimper as Aegon’s body was pressed on top of you thrusting himself into you without warning. He squeezes his eyes shut at the way your walls immediately tighten around him making his brain turn into mush. He tries desperately to regain control of his spinning mind, burying his face into your neck and mumbling out calming words and hushes in a poor attempt to calm you as well as regain control of himself.

His body shakes as he tries his best not to thrust himself into you again for he knew if he did he’ll be finished before you two even get anywhere. You then hear him mumbling something over and over again in what you assumed was his mother tongue. Fortunately for you his temporary lack of movement allowed you to get used to his size but you still couldn’t help the soft whimper that slip past your lips.

His platinum blond hair already slick with sweat sticking to his forehead and pressing against your jaw.

He then slightly raised his head, his dark violet eyes scanning your features devouring you with just one look that made you feel butterflies in your stomach. It didn’t help when he moves a hand to caress your cheek, the feeling of it was callous due to the years of wielding blackfyre.

“Are you ready to please your king?” He says through a husky voice.

“Y-yes” you squeak out, surprising yourself with how high an octave your voice went.

With the conformation he doesn’t hesitate to begin rocking himself into immediately finding a rhythm. His movements fast yet calculated, as he was with most things in his life.

You nearly choked on your spit as your body involuntarily sucked in sharply the feeling of ecstasy being new to you. The few times you did lay with your now deceased husband was uncomfortable and quick as he valued his own pleasure over your own. Mewls and incoherent words start to slip past your lips. Embarrassed by this you slap your mouth shut with your hands but Aegon is quick to stop that.

Using one hands to keep himself propped up, he uses the other to restrain your arms above your head. He then rest his forhead on yours, his breathing coming out in pants as he continues his movements.

“You look so beautiful taking care of my sweet boy” he says between strained grunts “he needs a mother badly, he needs you to be the mother he lost” he says almost desperately his pace picking up

You hardly registered his words your back arches aching to meet his increased paced all you could get out was a ‘yes my king’ through a broken moan

Aegon can feel himself getting closer and buried his face back to your neck the sound of his grunts increasing.

“No, call me by my name.” He manages to say through them.

“Aegon” you say almost uncertain and soft, the word being foreign to you as you’ve gotten too used to calling him my king or your highness.

The volume dissatisfied him so he moves the hand that was restraining you bringing it down to your bud rubbing against it in a circular motion with his fingers to cause more friction along with his slamming hips.

“You will call me by my name when we are like this… You will scream it while I take you as mine” he says it like a command his tone booming with authority, a sharp reminder you were truly being taken by the king.

At the sudden added friction his name leave your lips faster than you can think it in a loud and desperate moan followed by curses no highborn lady should ever repeat. Yourself a few hours ago before you were summoned to the king’s chambers would be shocked that you had it in yourself to say that.

He lets out a hiss as he forces himself out of you, getting off the bed to stand at the edge of it before grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge. You were still lying on your back as Aegon stood, preparing to position himself between your legs once more. First taking just a moment to admire you.

You didn’t have the slightest idea how badly Aegon wanted you below him as he pumped you full of himself, how during all those months how he’d dream about every part of you, how his need for you nearly went out of control when he saw you feeding his son motherhood looked so natural on you.

Aegon the cocky bastard knew you would be his eventually he was a conqueror after all, but his first plan was longer and would take time. It was foiled however when one drunk night with Orys, the man said he was going to take you back to Storm’s End as he couldn’t find a single match for you but already found three at your ancestral home.

The conqueror panicked and for the first time he had acted out irrationally. He wished your first time would be at your wedding you wrapped around the black and red cloaks of house Targaryen, a roaring sign of his success.

He is brought back to reality when he feels you arch your back causing your entrance to meet his tip, a moan escaping from the both of you. He grips your hips slamming back into you , his movements a lot more rougher and deeper with the new found stability.

“You should be honored Lady Baratheon, soon enough you will be carrying the seed of the conqueror and bear me many dragons” the headboard slams against the stonewall the loud slams almost challenges the screams of your pleasure and the begging of his name “you will be the queen” his thrust deeper than the last “you will be my queen.”

It doesn’t take long for you both to reach climax, his seed felt warm as it shot inside of you making you shudder. He desperately wanted to stay there but his body jerked and shook to his avail forcing him out.

As you come down from your high realization finally starts to settle in at what you just had done. A widowed woman of your position lying with a man who was not her husband. To fuel to the fire a married man, a married man who was the king. If word got out you would put great shame and mockery upon not only yourself but your house, the house your innocent father had worked so hard to claim.

Aegon senses the shift in your expression and when you try to get up he pushes you back to the soft bed.

“I’m sorry Aeg—, my king but-“ you try to speak out but Aegon silenced you.

“Shhh it’s ok” he mumbles out climbing back on top of you, his limp member rubbing against your sore entrance blood immediately rushing to it causing it to be hard again. “I’ll deal with Orys he’s a prideful man anyways all he’ll see is his blood on the throne so just relax for now” he says completely drunk on lust he’s not even sure of what he’s saying and his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated all he knew was that he needed to feel that over and over again.

[aphroditelovesu]

Winter Solstice | Yan!HOTD

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Merry Christmas, my dear readers! I wish you a great day and a prosperous New Year! I hope you enjoy this Christmas special with our yandere family from HOTD! Good reading, forgive me for any mistakes and once again, have a great holiday to you ❤️🎄.

❝warnings: yandere themes, mention of death and obsessive and possessive behavior.

❝🐉word count: 1,941.

A long, long time ago, when the Earth was young and the days were short, people looked up to the sky with wonder and awe. They watched the Sun rise and fall over the horizon, its heat bringing life to the earth and its dark nights bringing a deep sleep to the world.

In the ancient realm of the seasons, each cycle marked the eternal dance between light and dark. As winter approached, a whisper spread through nature. Leaves fell from the trees, animals sought shelter and the nights extended, enveloping the world in a blanket of darkness and cold.

It was the time of the Winter Solstice, a magical moment when the Earth seemed suspended between extremes. People gathered around campfires, telling stories of times gone by, sharing warmth and hope amid the impending darkness.

On the eve of the longest night of the year, eyes turned to the sky, waiting for the miracle. Slowly, the Sun began its journey towards the horizon, fighting the darkness with its golden light. The stars twinkled above, bearing witness to the celestial spectacle.

And then, in the most sublime moment, the Sun began to rise, rising majestically into the sky. The colors of dawn painted the landscape, and people celebrated the rebirth of the Sun, knowing that light and warmth would return to the world. It was a symbol of renewal, hope and the continuous cycle of life.

On the Winter Solstice, people came together to celebrate the courage of the light that faces the darkness, remembering that even in the darkest moments, there is always the promise of rebirth and the light that returns to warm the hearts and illuminate the souls ways.

It had always been your favorite time of year, you loved how the snow fell from the sky and painted everything white, the food, the exchange of gifts and most importantly, it was when your whole family was together. You appreciated more than anything the few moments of peace that your family spent during that date, all happy and together. Like a big, loving family.

Having them all together was what you loved most as you grew up. All the disputes, the fights seemed to disappear during this time of year. Your heart and mind were at peace.

The green of the forest and the fiery red of love and passion. Its fabric was as soft as a spring breeze, a harmonious blend of silk and cotton that moved like leaves dancing in the wind. The predominant green was reminiscent of treetops, its hue varying from a lush emerald green to softer nuances, like newborn buds. The waist was accentuated by a deep red belt, as if it were the blush of the petals of a passionate rose. The intense tone stood out, creating a magnificent contrast with the lush greenery, and a decorative bow added a touch of elegance.

Something beautiful and elegant, with both of your family colors. Of the Targaryens and the Hightowers. There was some small, discreet blue embroidery that symbolized the Velaryon, subtle but standing out in its own way.

You turned to your maid who was looking at you with affection, you smiled at her, ''What do you think, Diane?''

She smiled widely, ''You looked incredible, my princess/prince. A suitable choice for a dinner with your family.'' There was a hint of worry in her tone, but you just held her hands and squeezed them gently.

''Don't worry, Diane. Everything will be fine.''

She nodded, ''Yes... Do you want me to accompany you to where the banquet will be held?''

You politely denied, ''No, but thank you.''

A hint of disappointment flashed in her brown eyes, but she just smiled and after a simple bow, she left the room. You took a deep breath and looked at the ring that adorned your finger, a gift from your grandfather, Viserys. He was sick and you swore to yourself that you would do everything to make this dinner enjoyable for him. He deserved it.

Just as you expected, everything was impeccable and your family was already waiting for you. A majestic dining room, adorned with golden chandeliers that hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting soft light on long solid wood tables.

The walls were covered with richly embroidered tapestries, depicting scenes from Targaryen history and grand festivities. The polished stone floor gleamed in the light of the torches that adorned the walls, reflecting the grandeur of the space.

In the center of the room, a long table stretched out, covered in an immaculate linen tablecloth and decorated with wildflower arrangements and heraldry of noble families. Silver candelabras exuded a soft glow, while golden goblets glittered in the dancing light of the flames.

Music filled the atmosphere as skilled musicians played lutes, flutes and harps, entertaining guests with happy melodies and lively dances.

''(Y/N)!'' Your mother's excited voice called out to you and you smiled at Rhaenyra, who quickly hugged you, placing her head against the crook of your neck, ''You look great, sweetheart.''

''Thanks, mom. You look great too.'' And indeed, she did. Rhaenyra wore a dark red dress decorated with gold that fit her perfectly. She pulled back a little and smiled at you.

''(Y/N)! We're here.'' On one side of the table, your younger brothers sat. You looked at Jacaerys, Lucerys, and little Joffrey, who were smiling at you. You kissed Rhaenyra's cheek and went to sit next to your brothers. Or you tried, for that matter.

For you were quickly pulled to the side as Aegon grabbed you and pulled you closer to him, Aemond, and Helaena. You smiled at your aunt and uncles and greeted them.

''Sit with us.'' Aegon asked and pointed to an empty chair next to Helaena who was smiling sweetly at you. You looked nervously at your brothers, who were staring at Aegon with disdain.

Aemond frowned and placed a hand over your shoulder, ''Come, stay with us.'' His tone said there was no room for argument.

Luckily for you, the doors opened and revealed Viserys along with Alicent, both smiling when they saw you. You apologized to your aunt and uncles and quickly walked over to your grandparents, helping Viserys sit down.

''Ah, (Y/N)... You look great!'' Viserys praised you, as soon as he sat down. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek in thanks.

Alicent pulled you into a tight hug, ''My husband is right, you look great. This shade of green suits you very well.'' She murmured and walked away hesitantly, adjusting your clothes. You kissed your face.

''Thanks. You look amazing too.'' She smiled in response and held your hands, squeezing them gently.

After a few minutes of talking to your grandparents, you walked over to your father and uncle, who were sitting next to each other. Laenor smiled widely and pulled you into a tight hug, not wanting to let go. He only let go when Daemon cleared his throat, irritated.

Laenor rolled his eyes and let go of you, staring at Daemon with an iron gaze. Daemon returned the same look and you acted quickly before they fought.

''Happy Solstice to you both.'' You said, twiddling your fingers nervously. Daemon smiled and patted you on the shoulder twice, pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back.

''Happy Solstice, my child.'' Laenor said after you and Daemon parted ways.

''Happy Solstice, (Y/N).'' Daemon said, looking at you softly. You thanked them and apologized as you left them, wanting to greet your other family members. You spotted Baela and Rhaena sitting near your brothers and quickly walked over to them.

''Finally. I thought you would never come and talk to us.'' Baela complained and got up from the chair and hugged you tightly, ''I missed you, cousin.''

You returned the hug tightly, smiling at her words, ''I missed you too, cousin.''

Rhaena cleared her throat and stood up, hugging you as you and Baela separated.

You smiled at the squeeze and said, ''I missed you too, Rhaena.''

Joffrey got out of his chair and jumped into your arms, laughing loudly when you caught him in a tight hug.

''You're getting too big for me to keep doing this.'' You laughed and rolled him over, placing him on the floor. Russing his dark hair, you smiled when he laughed. You hugged Luke, who seemed especially clingy today. Jace also hugged you tightly and wished you a Happy Solstice.

After talking for a while with your brothers and cousins, you went to greet your paternal grandparents. Rhaenys and Corlys were sitting next to Otto, oddly enough, and the three of them looked at you with affection.

''Grandmother.'' You kissed Rhaenys's cheek who kissed yours back.

''Grandpa.'' You hugged Corlys and he hugged you back and complimented the blue details on your outfit.

''Otto.'' You greeted your great-grandfather, who smiled warmly at you. He seemed relaxed and calm, more so than he normally was.

''Shall we have dinner in honor of this happy day?'' Viserys's loud voice sounded in the room and everyone focused on the King. There was a bit of tension about where you should sit, but you chose next to Viserys and Rhaenyra, who shook your hand under the table.

Servants brought silver trays loaded with delicious delicacies. Large roasts of meat browned on skewers, exuding a tantalizing aroma of exotic spices. Tables were adorned with fresh fruit, from crimson apples to juicy grapes, and freshly baked bread that looked like it had come straight from the oven.

Plenty of wine circulated among everyone and soon everyone was laughing and talking. Your heart felt lighter when you saw your entire family happy, getting along for the first time in a long time.

After the banquet, you all went to one of the rooms of the castle, where the gifts were. The exchange went well, you received gifts from everyone individually and you presented them with what you carefully chose. Ser Criston was present and you gave him a gift too, under the watchful eye of your family, a pure Valyrian steel sword. He smiled in thanks and said he would give you a gift later.

When it seemed like the exchange of gifts was over, Otto said, ''We have a special gift for you, (Y/N). From all of us.'' He gestured to your entire family, who looked on expectantly. You took the gift from his hand, a wooden box with gold details, which was well packaged.

As soon as you opened it, all the color in your face disappeared. It was a head, a human head. You felt like you were going to throw up when you recognized the head. Diane, your servant.

''W-What is this?!'' You groaned, the words stuck in your throat as you held the box, your legs shaking as terror invaded your body. Everyone seemed calm, even Viserys.

''This is our gift to you, my child.'' Rhaenyra said and approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, ''To remind you not to approach anyone.''

''They can't be trusted,'' Alicent began to say, ''Diane couldn't be trusted. Criston was the one who cut off her head and Rhaenyra, Helaena and I cradled her. The choice of the box was Daemon's.''

They looked at you expectantly, as if they hoped you really liked the gift. Your hands were shaking so much that the box fell to the floor, Diane's severed head falling to the floor.

A perfect ending to a loving Winter Solstice with your family, from their perspective.

[darkestspring]

When possible, I’d love to see a continuation of your yandere conquerors where third wife reader eventually falls pregnant…I’d bet that they’d be obsessively protective.

It was only a few months after you married the three targaryens on dragonstone, unaware of your father's rage back in winterfell over his beloved daughter marrying, your mother wasn't much better but aegon, rhaenys, and visenya tried to not let you stress out too much.

aegon knew before you did, he could tell even the small changes in you, that's why when the maester gave the news, he acted like he was surprised as to not raise suspicions in you. Rhaenys and Visenya had both beamed at you, hands pressed against your not yet swollen belly.

"You must eat, dearest." Visenya pushed the plate closer to you as you pushed it away from you, shaking your head as you pursed your lips.

"No! Aegon said he'd eat with us, I don't want him to be sad that we started without him." You frowned at the eldest of your wives, turning to look at Rhaenys who paused bringing a bite of food to her lips.

"Haaah..." Rhaenys sighed, "Very well, just a moment more." She gave in very easily, leaving Visenya to glare at her.

"No! Not a moment more, dearest, you must eat. You are carrying a child, you must eat, not just for yourself." She fretted over you, moving closer and you all looked up as Aegon entered.

"Aegon! You're here, finally!" You beamed, relieved to see him. He'd been busy with affairs all day (which, unbeknownst to you, was actually him trying to smooth things over with your father.)

Aegon hummed softly, striding towards you and leaning down to kiss you. "Were you waiting for me? What a sweet thing." He cooed at you softly, pulling back with a pleased look in his eyes.

He eyed the already eating Rhaenys and the scowling Visenya with an amused look.

"Finally." Visenya scoffed, turning to you. "Dearest, Aegon in now here, so you must eat."

You huffed, pouting as you stomach finally grumbled. "Yes, yes, I'll eat now. You should eat too, Aegon."

Aegon took his usual spot next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. "i'll eat later, you just eat now, you need food, you're eating for a baby too."

Would it be considered ungentlemanly of him to admit that the knowledge that you carried his baby inside of you sent pleasant shivers down his spine. You were his, lovely little you.

"Dearest." Visenya called out on the other side of you and you paused in your eating to look up at her, blinking.

Visenya leaned down and kissed you, her hands cupping your face.

You pulled back with red cheeks and rhaenys protested.

"That's not fair! I'm the favorite, so I should get more kisses, right dearest?"

Both aegon and visenya scoffed as you stammered out a reply.

[amaea-jewels]

THE CONQUERORS | LEVERAGE

—— summary: In a world where soulmates exist. Your fate has been sealed to the dragons who burned down your home.

—— genre: Dark!au, soulmate au, yandere

—— warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, some very light angst, smut

—— pairing: Aegon Targaryen I x female!reader, Visenya Targaryen x female!reader, Rhaenys Targaryen x female!reader

—— word count: 5k

*no beta we die like bruce wayne's parents * first-time writing, english is not my first language

Never before had you experienced such overwhelming terror. You were a collected person by nature, content with allowing chaos to unfold for others, more so even when you had a hand in creating the chaos. Yet, tonight, it appeared that the karma of all of those nights of "fun" had finally caught up to you.

You found yourself being dragged by two strangers, being forcibly led toward the direction of one of the larger tents positioned at the farthest edge of the camp. You had known you were fucked from the moment your eyes had first locked with violet ones. You had felt the bond snap in place. Those violet eyes, the ones that had burned ypur home to ashes, now held you captive. Your life was now entwined with those haunting eyes that had taken your family from you.

You briefly entertained the idea of ending your life. The tent that they were leading you to was situated relatively close to a cliff. Though you were unsure whether the height would prove itself to be fatal, you felt more than ready to take the risk.

Choosing to end your life would be much more honourable than warming the bed of those who had caused your family's demise.

Newly formed soulbonds were meant to be consummated, and you were well aware that the longer time you spent with them, the more inevitable it would become. You knew that it was only a matter of time.

Ending your own life would save you from that fate.

The thought quickly leaves your mind, as you finally arrive at your destination. A sense of relief washes over you upon seeing that the tent is empty. However, that relief swiftly fades away as you are pulled toward the large bed situated in the room's centre. Your arms are tightly bound by sturdy metal chains, anchoring you to the master bed. You sigh, leaning your head against one of the pillows, attempting to find some rest.

The next several hours pass like a blur.

New guards take the place of the former standing right outside the tent. One usually remains on guard while the other leaves — you're not sure why. The idea of you actually being able to escape or cause any kind of damage is laughable at the very least. How would you be able to run whilst tied to a bed with metal chains?

You know it's late when one of them finally shows up — the darkness that fills the room is more than enough of an indication — it's the older one you realise after a few moments of watching her. Her hair was beautifully braided into intricate patterns. She was beautiful but there was an air of darkness that seemed to cling to her. She swiftly took off her ringmail, not even sparing you a glance, as she started undressing.

You did your best to avert your gaze, as she undressed herself fully. She turned toward you, recognising your presence for the first time since entering the tent.

She sauntered toward you. Her cold harsh unforgivable violet eyes digging into you. You're keenly aware of the fact that she's still not wearing anything, as you keep your gaze toward the side. Attempting to hide yourself from her.

She seizes hold of your jaw, redirecting your gaze toward her, eliminating any possibility of evading her. With a firm touch, she runs a finger across your face. The bond hummed at her actions.

"So you're the one."

Eyes still cold as she studies you carefully. Her hand which was previously caressing your cheek, start travelling down south. Stopping briefly at your throat, giving it a light squeeze before moving on, her hand stops when it reaches down to your waist.

She presses her naked body closer to you, keeping the eye contact as she dares you to do something. An amused smirk crept onto her face, at your obvious discomfort. The both of you stay there for a few minutes. Neither speaking, as she continues to study you with those violet eyes of hers.

Simultaneously, she seizes both of your hands, releasing her grip on your jaw and waist. She brings both your hands up to cup her breasts, as she brings herself closer to you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly up against one another. She slowly starts grinding herself against you. Disregarding you completely.

You start thrashing against her desperately attempting to move your hands away from her body. Suddenly, her grip on your hand loosens, and one of her hands swiftly flies up to encircle your throat, exerting firm pressure to keep you in place. You look up to study her facial expression, to see every ounce of amusement had disappeared, instead replaced by a serious demeanour. She leans in intimately, bringing her face close to your ear.

"You fight so viciously, just like your family. What a shame that couldn't save them from their fate," she speaks venomously, "but there's still some of them left, aren't there?"

She looks down at your horrified expression. A smile starting to bloom across her face.

"Your nephew, what was his name now? Was it Flammin? Fliden? No, it is Florian, is it not? Such a sweet young boy. Just passed his fifth naming day hasn't he?" she taunted a wicked smile still present on her lips, "it would be such a shame if his life was to be cut short now, wouldn't it?"

Tears welled up silently in your eyes as the weight of her words began to settle in. Florian, a young boy, was the sole family you had. His mother had succumbed to childbirth, and his father had fallen victim to those ruthless monsters. Florian had always been a frail and sickly boy. Without proper attention, he wouldn't survive even a fortnight. You had dedicated countless nights to his care since his birth, nurturing him in the absence of your older brother. Who always had matters of the court to attend to.

You felt guilt prickle away at your chest. You had completely forgotten about him. In your defense, you hadn't even been sure he survived. Most had suffered the cruel fate of being burned alive by dragon fire. But surely if Queen Visenya knew of his existence, that must've meant he was still alive?

You didn't answer. There was nothing to be said. She had won. And you could tell she knew that too from the smirk that was covering her face. Slowly her hand started slipping down your body again. Coming to a halt when she neared your breast. Keeping the eye contact, she started palming them. Realishing in seeing you melt. As the bond started to hum even stronger.

"Visenya" a female voice called from behind, halting Visenya’s movement, "playing your games again, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you refer to," she snapped, keeping her back turned toward the woman, "I was simply familiarizing myself with our bonded."

The woman standing behind Visenya was beautiful. With silver hair that swayed openly down her back. It took you a moment, to recall her name; Rhaenys. The youngest of the three conquerors.

You continued to stare at her shamelessly. She was beautiful, both of them were. You absently noted, that her violet eyes were lighter than that of Visenya, there was also a sense of playfulness in them. You presumed that made sense, from the rumours you had heard, Rhaenys was supposed to be the more kindhearted and playful of the three.

Rhaenys' eyes flicked down briefly to meet yours. You were met with a comforting smile, as her eyes flickered up to meet her the older again.

Her lips parted, and unfamiliar words flew from her mouth, a language entirely unknown to your ears. Amidst the unfamiliar words, you faintly understood the mention of the name "Aegon."

Aegon. You're body subconsciously shivered at the mention of his name. It had been him who had discovered you. After the burning of your home, the survivors had been brought before their new king. They were to bow and hail him for his mercy. It was at that moment when your eyes had locked with his, you both knew.

Words had not been exchanged. He had simply walked through the crowd and grabbed a hold of your wrist where your mark was located. With one simple glance at the three-headed dragon symbol marked into your skin, there had been no point in denying it. King Aegon had motioned for his men to take you, as you stood frozen to your spot. He started barking orders for his men to follow, but you could barely make out any word he was saying. Head still reeling from the revelation.

You could feel the irritation radiating off of Visenya as she completely let go of you. The two continued to speak in a foreign language, as Visenya dressed herself once more. The two seemed to be on the verge of arguing before they both left, leaving you alone once again.

You lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping peacefully until the gentle touch of an unfamiliar hand caressing you, caused you to startle awake. Your eyes were still drowsy with sleep, and it took you a minute to fully recognise the person sitting in front of you.

"Aegon," you whispered in shock.

You had only just spoken the words when you jerked away harshly, your body moving on its own accord. You were unaware of when you had fallen asleep last night. You must've drifted off the sleep while lost in your own thoughts.

"Hello," he greeted warmly, edging closer up the bed toward you. You didn't answer. To dazed by sleep to fully comprehend what was going on.

"You must be cold," he tried again. You could feel he was attempting to start up a conversation and unlike Visenya, you had an irking feeling he would want you to respond.

"I'm fine," you responded meekly.

He hummed, seemingly not convinced. He inched himself nearer toward you, aligning his thigh with your reclined figure, the pressure causing the bond to hum. Encouraging you to move closer toward your bonded. You relented. Despite whatever desire that remained inside of you to give in to the bond, and allow for them to do whatever he wished to you. You could not forget the screams of your people as the dragon fire consumed them. How could you ever forget? When their screams would haunt you to the night you die.

“I apologize for Visenya’s behaviour. She can be very . . . . forward to say the least.”

You nodded, accepting his terrible apology and excuse, so you could move on to what was important.

You sat yourself straight up. “My nephew, is he well?”

“He is well,” Aegon confirmed. His finger returned to your face once more, as he started trailing your features. “I can assure you no harm shall come to your nephew, as long you as you remain with us.”

While his words were meant to be comforting. The underlying threat was not lost on you. The message was clear: attempt to run and your nephew would suffer the price for your foolishness. Instead of arguing with the man who held your nephew’s life in his hands, you opted to change the conversation.

“What time is it?”

His reply came instantly. “Late at night. By now most, if not all, have retired to their tents.” His finger continued trailing over your features, now reaching your lips. He applied firm pressure, eyes keen on your every expression, as he moved on to fiddling with your hair.

“Where are your wives then?” You had not meant for the words to escape as bitterly as they did. But at the very thought of Visenya and her complete disregard for your discomfort and family. You couldn’t help the root of anger that was settling over your heart at the mention of her.

“In their tents, resting for the night.” If he had heard the bitterness in your tone then he was certainly ignoring it. He kept a comforting smile on his lips. You furrowed your brows at his answer. Should the Queens not be on the side of the King? While it wasn’t fully uncommon for spouses to have separate rooms, you would’ve assumed bonded like them would remain together.

He seemed to be able to tell your confusion for a moment had not passed before he started explaining himself. “My sisters enjoy having their own separate beds. I fear they would argue far too much about the other stealing all their space. Though I suppose that may perhaps change with your arrival.”

Sisters. They were siblings. Right, you had completely forgotten. The Valyrian custom you had heard so much about. It had completely escaped your mind that all three conquerors were of the same blood and of the same father. Disgust crept its way through you at that revelation.

“Should you not be sleeping?” You quickly said after realising that you had spent far too much time pondering about the strange Valyrian custom. “I much rather spend my time with you,” he replied smoothly. Eyes flickering up to meet yours again.

“And how fun that must be, staring at me sleeping.” You bit back, before realising you had spoken back to the King. “It is indeed,” he replied back rather amused, “especially with my name rolling off your mouth whilst you slept.”

Heat begin to prickle at your skin at his words. Surely you did not?

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks.

You're aware that he’s only asking because he already knows the answer. And despite you not remembering the dream, you're also keenly aware of the sheet of sweat that covers you and the way your undergarments seem to cling to you. You internally curse yourself. You recognise it to be a symptom of not having the bond consummated immediately after your initial meeting. The heightened sense of arousal, the sexual dreams and the need to be in one another’s presence. Direct symptoms of the bond. You remember your mother’s stories of bonded ones meeting for the first time. They usually consummate the bond at the exact moment they meet, the frenzy of the bond simply too strong to resist.

“I don’t remember.” Only a partial lie, you truly did not remember, however, you had an irking suspicion toward what that dream contained, as did he.

He laughs a quiet yet dangerous sound that strokes a fire inside of you. “Perhaps then, I could help you remember. It was after all me you were dreaming of.”

The meaning of his words caused your body to grow fully warm. “You’re flattering yourself far too much,” you lamely attempt.

He moves closer toward you at those words. As you started slowly crawling back from him. A large smirk grew on his face. “I’m sure you like to think that, wouldn’t you.” He drew himself nearer, standing so close to you, you’re faces were merely an inch apart, “but I heard the way you called my name, so sweetly.”

“I did no such thing.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops down to a sensual tone, “I myself have to admit that I have found myself dreaming of you plenty of times throughout the day,” he closed his eyes momentarily. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He begins, keeping his eyes closed as if he was imagining it right now. “Or I see you laying on this bed, my sisters between your legs, worshipping you with their mouths, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart starts pounding fast. In fact, you’re not sure if your heart has ever gone this fast before. You feel warm. Too warm, despite the coldness of the night seeping into the room. You can feel your pulse in your throat and the dryness that has settled over your lips.

“So tell me once more, what was it that you were dreaming of?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“Nothing.” You reply quickly, averting your gaze toward the exit. The idea of running away from this entire situation seems suddenly very appealing.

“So you don’t wish for my help?”

This time you don’t reply too afraid of giving the answer that you truly wish to say. After a moment of pure silence. With you ignoring his longing eyes, he decides to change his approach.

“You must be feeling so desperate.”

You don’t respond too afraid to say anything anymore. He leans toward you. You can feel his breath in your ear. You can feel the ache between your legs growing stronger.

“We’re not meant to go this long without each other,” he whispers delicately against you, “you know that. It’s only been a couple of hours. Yet, your body is aching for me, just as I am for you.” He glides his tongue against your cheek. Fire spreads everywhere he touches you. “Poor Visenya could barely contain herself from want. I had to order her and Rhaenys to leave you alone or else I fear they both would’ve ravished you the moment you entered our camp. But I convinced them it would be best if I warmed you up to us first. That all of us at once, forcing your attention upon us. Whilst your mind was still reeling from loss would be far too much.”

Your breath comes out shaky as you struggle to contain your own wants. It would be so wrong to give in. They had murdered your family. They had even threatened the only one that remained. Briefly, you wondered how things could’ve been different if you had met under normal circumstances. Telling your mother how happy you were at finding your bonded, asking permission to court you properly once the frenzy of the bond had passed. How different it all could’ve been. Instead, it was them who had robbed you of all of that. Your mother was dead, and so was your father. There was no need for a courting period for there was no one alive for them to ask permission for your hand from.

“Give yourself to me.” Aegon’s voice is rough with wanting like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, let me ease that ache you feel. Give yourself to us, and in return, we shall give you whatever your heart desires.”

“My heart desires for my family to be alive, tell me can you make that happen.” You snap back tears brimming into your eyes at the mention of your deceased family. A full night had yet not even passed and here you were dishonouring them all by giving yourself to the man who had killed them.

Something shifted in Aegon’s eyes at those words. Violet eyes growing stern much like Visenya’s had. His hand grabbed at your jaw bringing your eyes up to meet his. The familiarity of the situation was not lost upon you. As you stared up into his beautiful violet eyes.

“What happened to your family was their own fault had they simply bent the knee as I had asked of them. There would be no need for the pointless slaughter of your people,” his grip at your jaw tightened, “but I have been merciful have I not? I could’ve burned the survivors in dragon fire as well, but I did not. I could’ve killed your pathetic nephew who continuously begs my guards to be brought into your presence. But I do not. You know why?” He rubs the tears falling from you eyes away, “for I am a merciful King, but that does not mean, I shall remain one.”

“What is merciful of you burning my family alive? It was our King who made the decision to not bend his knee, not us!” You shouted back, jerking yourself free from his hold. "You say it’s mercy letting us live. Very well, then go ahead kill me. Give me the solace of being united with my family once more.”

He laughs, coldly at your little display of anger. “Very well, but remember that you asked for this.”

He backs away from the bed, grabbing his sword on his way out. “Wait! What’re you doing.” You desperately yell after him, “I told you to kill me, to punish me! Wait!”

You struggle against the metal chains keeping you tied to the bed. Your screams for Aegon to stop echoing through the night. Soon those screams are replaced by those of others. Dread fills your being as you realise what was happening.

Tears stream down your face your throat becomes sore from your sobbing. Eventually, you fell asleep, tears still streaming down your face.

Upon awakening, a throbbing headache greeted you—a consequence of having cried yourself to sleep. The light streaming into the tent suggested that it was now daytime. You glanced down at the blanket enveloping your shivering form. Vaguely, you remembered someone entering the tent late at night after you had drifted off. Whether it was Aegon or another you weren't sure. Exhaustion had overwhelmed you to the point where the mere thought of opening your eyes and checking was too much.

After throwing the blanket on you, the person joined you in bed. But remained at a comfortable distance so as not to disturb you. As you stirred around, you became aware that the person had left.

You sighed, running a hand through your face. The metal chains still digging painfully into your wrists.

The events of the previous night played back in your mind on repeat. A sense of dread fills you. What would the consequences be if you continued to reject their advances? How far would they go to keep you in line? How many would die as a consequence of their anger? Would they kill you if you continued to deny them?

You remained sprawled on the bed for several hours, unable to free yourself from the metal chains that bound you. Eventually, tiredness overcame you, and you slipped back into slumber. When you stirred again, it was to the sensation of someone shaking you awake.

"You must be starving," the voice observed. You recognised the voice; Rhaenys.

Before you, she stood, as breathtakingly beautiful as you remembered her to be. It took a moment for her words to fully register, and then you nodded in agreement. The audible growl of your stomach served as a reminder of the prolonged time you had gone with the absence of food—it had been two full days. Rhaenys smiled, offering you a plate of food. Without a word, you accepted the plate and began to eat. Rhaenys remained silent, unabashedly observing you as you ate.

After finishing your meal, you silently set the plate on the side table. The room fell into a hush as the two of you sat in silence, you with your gaze fixed on the floor, and Rhaenys studying you intently. Suddenly, she rose and positioned herself directly behind you on the bed, your back pressed against her chest. A surge of fear gripped you—what was she planning? Would she force herself on you as Visenya had done, or would she threaten you much like Aegon had done?

Surprisingly, she did neither. Instead, she pulled a brush and began running it through your hair. You started relaxing under her gentle ministrations. Eventually, she transitioned into braiding your hair skillfully. Two large braids took shape, and she proceeded to pin them up into an elegant updo, her actions gentle and kind.

"You shouldn't have said those things to Aegon, you upset him."

Her words sent a sudden jolt through your body, erasing any trace of comfort that had briefly settled into you. Instantly, tension gripped your frame.

"Your continued denial of the bond shall only bring pain to us. Embrace it. Acknowledge your destined path. You belong to us now," the calmness Rhaenys exhibited while speaking, caused shivers to run down your spine, "should you attempt to escape with your little nephew, our forces will inevitably hunt you down and bring you back. Half of Westeros has fallen to our whim, the rest shall soon follow. Tell me, who shall risk their lives and those of their kin to shield you from us? Last night, you incurred only a speck of Aegon's wrath, forcing him to unveil but a fraction of our might. Imagine the repercussions should you provoke us once more."

With that final word, she left. Leaving you once more in a state of fear.

Days pass before someone attempts to visit you again. Each day, a new guard came to attend to you, delivering food and bringing you to a nearby lake to clean yourself.

As days pass you begin to fight your own instinct. Begging for you to be near your homicidal bonded. Each night you were haunted by dreams of them, each dream leaving you more frustrated than the last. The fact that you know that they have been visiting every night while you pretend to sleep doesn't help.

It is on the fifth day of this behaviour continuing that you finally snapped.

A gentle hand traced along your back as your consciousness began to return. Most of your nights since entering the camp had been spent sleeping, daydreaming or reading. The familiarity of the rough hand hinted at Aegon's presence, a revelation that didn't surprise you. Although all three had taken turns visiting you every night. Aegon was the one that usually ended up curled next to you sleeping at night.

Upon feeling you stir, he retracted his hand from your back. Instantly your own shot up to stop.

“Wait,” you all but begged, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

His voice was rough, just like you remembered it to be. He hadn’t spoken to you directly, not since that night. You had heard him bark orders at his men and seen him conversing with Orys Baratheon. But he had refused to speak to you ever since you had snapped at him.

“Touch me, please.”

The pure desperation in your voice wasn’t lost on you. And though you felt heat creeping up your skin at your confession, you couldn’t deny how badly you needed him. After all, Rhaenys had been right. You were only causing yourself misery by refusing yourself what you wanted. At your request, his hand rubbed down the side of your waist. Your breath becomes shaky as you turn to lie on your back to face him. Aegon was staring at you intensely.

You didn't know what to say to him. How to voice out the desire building in your chest. So you settle for calling out his name. Your voice is dripping with desire and desperation. Gazing into those violet eyes, you catch a glimpse of the fire so characteristic of the Targaryens just before his lips meet yours.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss shared between you two. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of their true desires for far too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. His hand grabs a hold of your hair and keeps you in place. The bond hums loudly in approval of your actions.

Aegons draws himself back slightly to look at your expression, his free hand moving to palm your breast over your nightgown. You moan at the feeling. His other hand lets go of your hair to slither down your body and press against your core.

“You’re drenched,” he mutters breathlessly, slowing down his movements as he starts to tease you, “I could make you cum from this alone.”

“Please” you beg, your hips bucking up to meet him.

“I should make you beg me for it after everything you put us through.” His eyes are dark as he speaks, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, making you moan. “Luckily, I am a generous King. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod wildly, as he inserts a finger into you, pleasure pulsating through you.

“You’ve been craving this, waiting for this very moment,” Aegon murmurs against your ear with a wicked smile. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper pathetically, your hips rocking wildly aganist him. “Say it,” he demands, pushing another finger into your dripping core.

“I need you to make me come, Aegon. Please, my King, I need you so badly.” You purposefully empathize with his title, knowing what button to press to make him give in.

His violet eyes darken even further as he pulls you towards the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of you. He makes swift work of removing your clothes. Before his lips descend down on you. You moan loudly your hand moving to entangle yourself into his hair.

Aegon mumbles something against your clit that you can’t hear, before teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing it in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to find that soft, aching spot inside of you and he purposefully pressed against it in slow, firm thrusts that made you tremble.

“Aegon, please” you moan, partly as encouragement for him to continue and partly because you want him so badly. You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release. You’re so close.

“Aegon, please,” you plea again, truly desperate now. “Please my king. Please.”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or if it’s just pure coincidence, but in that moment. Aegon shifts his rhythm, bringing you closer toward your peak and over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You have never felt anything like this before. You feel satisfied but also feel the ache growing stronger than ever before. He looks up at you a smile displayed on his beautiful, handsome face. He crawls up to you, pressing a deep kiss into your lips. He continues kissing you as he slides a hand down to your core again. Firm fingers pressing against you. “There you go, feels good doesn’t it?” He murmurs into your temple pressing a kiss against it, “I wanna see your expression this time. You can come for me again. Can’t you my sweet girl?”

He speaks as if it’s a question but from the way he’s pressing his finger into you. You know, you have no choice in the matter.

“Oh, dear, Lords,” you gasp loudly.

You’re doing so well for me,” he kisses you again. He lowers his voice to a sensual whisper, leaning in closer to your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over me like the sweet girl you are.” It’s the combination of his words, his voice and his perfect hands that bring you over the edge.

“Yes, that’s it,” Aegon mutters encouraging, as he watches you. “You are so beautiful when you come undone like that.” He kisses you slowly. It’s only then you realise that he's still fully clothed while you lay naked underneath him.

You don't have time to complain. All of a sudden, he grabs hold of your body, manhandling you around so you now lay on your stomach. He pushes your head into the bed harder as he scoops a hand underneath your hips, lifting your bare ass into the air, exposing your drenched pussy to the cold air.

He lands a hard smack on your ass.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn, this could have happened much earlier" Aegon spoke in a hushed voice, hands trailing down your waist. You said nothing. Entirely too breathless to defend yourself. Aegon placed himself at your entrance and allowed you no time to adjust to the massive length of his before he slammed into you. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You gasped as he picked up his pace, fucking you with wild and reckless abandon.

"Come on, my sweet," he taunted, "tell me how much you hate me now."

Aegon slammed into you so deep it really felt like he might kill you after all. You felt yourself pulse around his cock, your pussy trying to somehow pull him in deeper.

"So. Fucking. Tight," he said through gritted teeth. His hands gripping your hips with such force you knew they would bruise. Part of you beamed internally at the idea of being marked up by your bonded. Heat exploded inside of you. Your eyes were momentarily blinded as you felt yourself reach your climax.

"Please, fill me, Aegon," you begged, head still shoved into the bed. Aegon groaned at your words, holding your hips tightly as he pulled you back up against him to fuck him. He picked up his speed, thrusts becoming messy and sloppy as he chased his own peak.

He thrusted in roughly a few more times before he finally stilled, pushing inside of you as far as he could. He stayed inside of you for a few moments more before slowly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. The loss of him being inside of you, causes you to whimper, feeling empty.

"That was truly a spectacular show," Visenya's voice sounded. Turning to your right, you beheld the sight of both the sisters standing there, a hint of amusement evident in their expressions. "I certainly hope you're not too tired for another round," Rhaenys quipped. The two women sauntered closer toward the bed where the two of you were situated. Crawling over the duvet toward you.

"Not that it truly matters if you are," Visenya smirked. Planting her mouth at your shoulder blade, she started sucking. Rhaenys copying her movement on your other one. You hummed in delight, completely unaware of the massacre that was befalling your people outside the tent, as your bonded made sure to keep your undivided attention on them.

They couldn't afford the possibility of your focus being split between them and the well-being of your people, especially when you were destined to belong to them. And with the bond now finally complete, you would never be able to leave. The strategy of isolating you without their presence played out flawlessly, leveraging the bond into compelling you to yield.

[greycloudsinwinter]

Yandere Aegon i Targaryen headcanon

YANDERE AEGON I X READER

👑 he met you after all the lords bent the knee to him. After he had conquered he was bored so he went to see the lords but he was shocked to be met with such god like beauty.

👑made you his servant immediately even though his sister wives were against it.

👑went to you to ask questions about your culture and how you use to live . Got very good memory so he won’t forget what you have told him.

👑will gift you valerian steel necklaces and will get maids to put the targeryan symbol on your clothes.

👑makes you his concubine for a while but he never did anything unless you asked.

👑very patient unlike some of the targeryan line.

👑makes you his wife after you being his concubine for a year.

👑any rivals are fed to balerion as a warning to everyone who wishes to get close to you .

👑he cares little for children after all he has two other wives who can give him children.

👑makes EVERYONE bend the knee to you .

👑writes you love letters in valeryion .even others to tell you it’s history and how to speak and read in it .

👑an obsessive yandere with calculated plans.

👑one of the worst to have since he has a dragon …

👑don’t escape cause he will and I mean will murder everyone to find you .

Thank you so much for this request ❤️❤️

[itsmeyaspider]

Catched in a dragon's cave~

Yandere Aegon II x female thief reader x Yandere Aemond part 2

Trigger warning: rape, violence, blood, yandere themes, toxic behavior, I don't think that any of this behavior is fine!!! I don't justify any of this! It's just a made up yandere story so be aware!

Part 1:

Pain, that is the only thing you feel when Aegon starts to penetrate you. Tears run down your cheek, your whole body flinches at every trust he does. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction, you didn't want him to see how much you suffer under him. Abruptly, you close your (e/c) eyes, inwardly you pray to the gods that it will be soon over. Aegons is satisfied in every way he could imagine, your cute (b/t) body is trembling under him, a wide satisfying smile could be seen on his lips. You were tight, what he really loved. Especially on woman who looked so fragile and helpless under him. It was a good idea to make you his personal whore.

"You like it whore? Hmm, taking my cock so well. You can count yourself lucky that you got such a task." He pushes further into you, nothing escapes his evil, violet eyes, all your oh so sweet reactions make him even harder. He likes it when they fight back, and he liked it even more when they trying to fight him. Fuck, you really drive him crazy. He strokes your cheek almost in a gentle way, for a small amount of time you thought he is finished, but suddenly you hear a loud noise in his chamber. Your cheek start to glow red, as another pain runs through your body and you almost scream. Aegon seems to be satisfied again.

"Did I give you permission to close your eyes?" His voice sounds angry, a second ago he was completely different and now you wish that he would be happy again. "Open your fucking eyes when I fuck you or do you want me to take them out?" You open immediately your (e/c) eyes as they sparkle with fear. "I-I'm sorry M-mylord...I-it won't happen again" you stutter out. Your voice is music in his ears, your body who is shaking because of him, and your eyes who are filled with great fear.

You are his little whore, no one else will ever dare to touch you. If someone is stupid enough to do that, he would make sure that his head would hang on the wall.

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You lie on the far too big bed, crying over and over again. The feeling of dirt and filth running through your whole body, this is a living nightmare. 'I should have preferred torture, at least I would have died with proud' Slowly you get up from the bed, clutching your stomach, you close your eyes as you start to pray again to the gods that you will never get pregnant from him. You glance at yourself in the mirror, only now you notice all the hickeys and bite marks. Your whole body is covered in it. God, why are you so weak? Where was your strength? You were raised by the streets and you saw many horrible things, and still you couldn't do anything about your new situation.

You would loved to cry again, but with all your rest strength you force yourself to not do it again. 'Stay strong...you will survive' you tell yourself as you decide to take a warm bath. Maybe that would at least make you feel a little bit better. After you finished, you look in the closet that Aegon has filled with dresses and jewelry for you. Many beautiful things catching your eyes, expensive things you could have never wear before. But you really didn't feel like wearing anything glamorous right now, after all what happened you think it would be better to not cause any other problems. You hand reaches for a green dress with a simpler dark green pattern. Nevertheless, it is overflowing with golden hem.

With a small sigh, you decide to take a short walk around the castle. You didn't see to much from it the first time. Your (e/c) eyes didn't know where to look first. Everything was beautiful, the decoration, the pictures on the wall, even the ground was different. You slowly start to float in your fantasy when you suddenly bump into someone.

"Watch out" Says a rough voice. You immediately look up as you notice a purple eye. 'Shit.' You hastily bow as you can't get rid of the feeling of being stared at. Someone is staring in your soul. "E-Excuse me, Mylord," your voice shakes again as you take a glance at the ground. The intensity of the gaze puts your body into a trance like state, it is as if you were trapped in a cage, and in front of you is a large lion who is waiting to eat you. Aemond is clearly amused from the woman infornt of her, he likes how much influence he already had over you.

"What's your name?" He asks without any emotion in his voice. You are very suprised that the prince is actually interested in you, but it's not in your power to question this. It would be better if you keep your head low, you already got the King's attention, you don't need the Prince too. The story's about Aemond Targaryen were as cruel as those about his brother. "My name is (Y/n)." A small smile spreads on his face, something in it made you really uncomfortable. The Targaryen looks at you for one last time, as he disappeares. 'Strange....the Targaryens are all fucked up' you think to yourself, today wasn't your day.

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The day passes by, as you continue to wander like a ghost trough the huge castle. Even now you only seen half of it, with a small sigh you go towards you chamber, secretly hoping that Aegon isn't waiting there. 'Be strong...' On the way back you suddenly get a very bad feeling, only now you notice that you being watched. This time you decide to listen to your feelings and so you follow a different direction. You take a deep breath as somebody suddenly grabs your hand, pressing you against a cold stone wall.

"Where do you go at such a late hour? Shouldn't you be back to your chambers where my brother waits?" Aemonds voice sounds almost gentle, but you still can't shake the feeling that he is mocking you. His fingers glide over your red cheeks, you could feel bis warm breath on your necks. Your body starts to tremble, the uncomfortable feeling gets worse and worse. 'I-I'm on my way to h-him...Mylord" you stutter with the last remaining strength, the gods must have a lot of fun watching you suffer, there was no other way to explain why the other Targaryen was interested in you now too. Aegon is already enough but now also Aemond? Was this some kind of game you couldn't understand or just a joke to make your life worse?

The prince's finger slides now towards your lips, his eye sparks with malice. Something about him immediately screams to run, run as fast as you can. But you couldn't, you're trapped and your body won't listen to you anyways. "Is that so? Answer me this whore, are you having fun pleasing my brother?" Now a small smirk forms on his lips. "M-Mylord I-" but before you can continue to speak, the Targaryen presses you even harder against the wall, his lips crashing with yours. You open your (e/c) eyes in shock, everything gets crazier and crazier. You feel his tongue circling in your mouth, he obviously wants to show you how superior he is to you and where your place is. Underneath him.

You thought it would never end, you could already feel how close you are to cry again. That couldn't be true...was this the punishment for robbing other people? Suddenly a loud, angry voice echoes through the corridor, footsteps can be heard and Aemond immediately let you go out of his grip. "Leave her alone. She is mine. I'm warning you Aemond....if you dare to come near her ever again, I will take your second eye." The king's face turns red as his eyes are now on you. Another shiver runs down your spine, as you could tell how upset he is. You never saw him so angry. "And you...did I give you permission to walk around here freely? Do you think you can do whatever you want without any consequences? Do I have to chain you up until you learn who you belong to?"

The tension is sharp, sharp as a blade who cut someone's throat. You don't dare to contradict him, it's not the right time and moment for it. Aemond stares at his brother for a moment, his smirk never leaves his lips. "Really brother? You think this whore deserve your attention? You would give up our family just for her? Why don't you throw her in a cellar where only we have access to. No one would ever know, not our sister, not our mother and no one else in this castle. It's our little secret under brother's and besides I think our little thief needs to be punished for thinking she can just walk around this castle freely.~"

[anxiousnerdwritings]

hi, well i was wondering how you think yandere hotd's men would react to marrying darling reader who is a widow and has a son (time skip) they have children with reader but she has obvious favoritism for her son from her first husband (an attitude like Viserys with Rhaenyra)and their children are sad, how do you think they would react? thank you take care of yourself ♡♡

I like the thought of Widow!Reader not even being conscious of how much more attentive and involved she is regarding her child from her first husband. As far as she knows she treats all her children equally but that couldn’t be further from the truth, at least from her new husband and children’s point of views.

Let’s be honest, there’s a damn good chance that Daemon probably had a big part in his darling’s late husband’s death. It would be kinda funny if he didn’t know that they already had a child with their first husband, otherwise he may have taken them out of the picture too. Either way, Daemon would portray himself as somewhat understanding and to an extent he genuinely is, especially when he first married his darling. He had Rhaena and Baela from his marriage with Laena so he could be understanding of the situation, especially if his darling’s son was still quite young, but as time went on and they had their own children together his understanding grew to lessen. He did take notice of his darling fulfilling her role as mother to all their children, even including Rhaena and Baela, but not to the same extent as she is with her first child. It would be one thing if his darling’s child looked more like her than their original father but if they were the spitting image of the Reader’s late husband then he’ll have a harder time allowing the favoritism to continue. Daemon would go as far as even using their children to guilt trip and manipulate the Reader into feeling absolutely awful for holding their older half-sibling above all of them. He would of course talk to his darling himself when they’re alone together and relay how neglected and insignificant the other children feel compared to the time and attention the Reader puts towards their older sibling. By the end of it he’ll have his darling a sobbing, apologetic mess feeling like a complete shit mother for having disregarded their other children. He knows he has his darling right where he wants her. He’ll hold her close, comforting her while still coming off as understanding of the situation and knowing his darling wasn’t intentionally pushing aside their children together, but he needs her to put her focus into their family now. He needs her to make their children together and himself her main priority, otherwise he’ll need to take matters into his own hands. His darling’s son should be old enough to foster off by now anyway, right? Leave it to Daemon and his darling will wake up one day to her pride and joy from her first marriage having been sent off to somewhere else, somewhere far away from them.

Out of everyone, Viserys would by far be the most understanding. In a way he finds it endearing that his darling has taken similar to him in regards to how she is with her first child, but once he and his darling begin having children together he expects her to extend all that motherly love and care to their new children as well. Compared to how he was with Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron, Viserys would be much more involved with and caring towards his children with his darling. He’d even get after Rhaenyra for not interacting with her newest siblings, even she wouldn’t be exempt from neglecting Viserys and the Reader’s children, therefore neither would his darling. Again, he’s much more understanding than anyone else but that doesn’t mean he’s going to sit by and allow his darling to solely focus on her first child from her first marriage. He sees this as his darling not letting go of her first husband and as much as he can sympathize with it after having lost Aemma, Viserys has invested himself in his new family. He’s invested himself in you, his new wife, and your children together, so why can’t you do the same? Unlike Daemon who would contemplate the idea of getting rid of his darling’s first child permanently, even if only for a second, Viserys would only go for sending the child to be fostered off. He’d give his darling plenty of chances to try harder for their children, to do better by their children but eventually even he reaches his own limits and can only do what he thinks is right by his newest children even if it means going behind his darling’s back.

Aegon would absolutely resent and despise his darling’s first child, especially if they resembled his darling’s late husband so much. He’s only reminded of the treatment his father forwent giving him and his siblings in favor of his eldest half-sister and he can’t tolerate that. Never. It’s not even necessarily so much that his darling isn’t paying as much attention and care to their own children together that really eats at him (although that does still very much trigger him), instead it’s the fact that his darling’s abundance of dedicated love and care towards her first and eldest child is only proof that his darling isn’t completely his and he hates it. You still have love and attachment towards your first husband and that irritates him more than anything. Your first husband is dead, he’s long gone, meanwhile Aegon is right here in the flesh along with the children you two share together and yet you’re still stuck in the past. Why can’t you see what you have now? Is he not good enough? Are your children together not deserving of your love as much as your first child? Why can’t you give yourself completely to him and your new family? What needs to be done for him and your family together to become your priority? He honestly doesn’t even need to ask that last question, he knows what needs to be done and he has no qualms about it. Everything from your past needs to be wiped away and he can do exactly that. You just need a fresh start, a clean slate, and then you can finally give him and your children what they all need. All he has to do is get rid of your first born, that other man’s spawn, and then you can put your all into him and your new family. And he will go through with it without a doubt.

Aemond would feel similarly to Aegon. He would wholeheartedly despise his darling’s first child but I could see him taking a different approach then Aegon. Aemond of course hates the love and affection that his darling has always given her firstborn, even long before he and his darling got together and had children of their own. But unlike Aegon, Aemond would try to have some form of relationship with his darling’s child but it’s more so in a way to corrupt them and any piece of their original father in them. He would break this child down and forge them into a son he would be proud of, one he could really call his own. He wouldn’t immediately go for getting rid of his darling’s first child although he has certainly considered it many times. He would rather put the time and effort into stripping away everything that makes his step-child the product of their real father. It would bode a lot better if the child looked or shared a similar personality akin to their mother, then Aemond wouldn’t be so invested in changing them too much but that doesn’t mean he would have a different reaction to his darling still paying more attention and care towards that child over their own children together. He loves his darling deeply and to an extent he can be understanding, at least he tells her that he understands, but he can’t stand for his children with his darling being neglected in favor of their older half-sibling. He would talk to his darling, telling her how completely hurt and lonely their children have become due to her neglect. He’ll give his darling a few chances to redeem herself with their children before he becomes much more stern with the threat of sending away his darling’s first child so she can put more focus and love into their children. He doesn’t necessarily take pleasure in making his darling cry and beg, on the contrary he hates seeing his darling in such a state, especially when it comes to pleading for her child to stay with her but then he’s reminded that their own children have been pushed aside in favor of her firstborn and thus whatever empathy he feels leaves him. If anything, their children are in need of her more than anyone else, hell even he is more in need of his beloved darling. She’s been more than enough for her first child, she’s done more than enough for him, now it’s time to put her all into Aemond and their children. As said before, Aemond loves his darling deeply and he adores their children together but he will go behind his darling’s back in favor of ensuring his children have the mother they desperately need and crave for. Especially if that means getting rid of his darling’s first child once and for all. It would most likely be either a dragon ride ‘gone wrong’, or a set up of some sort. I could see Aemond trying to make nice with his darling’s child and offering to let him meet Vhaegar or something like that and the child ending up getting killed by the dragon or a dragon in general. Either way, his darling’s child’s death will be played off as either a freak accident or an attack by the Blacks or someone else.

Jace would be deeply hurt by his darling’s dedication to her first child affecting their own children together. He loves his darling more than anything and he wholeheartedly accepted her and her child from the very beginning, more than willing to take on a fatherly role for her child but now that they have children together he feels conflicted. He still very much adores his darling and nothing could ever change that for him but he also very much wants for his darling to put the same dedication and love into their children together. Jace knows without a doubt that his darling loves and adores their children but he only wishes she showed it the same way she shows it for her first born. As far as their children know their mother favors their eldest sibling over any and all of them, no matter how much this darling denies it. As much as Jace doesn’t want to do anything drastic, he is willing to if push comes to shove. He’s even tried taking on more one on one time with his darling’s first child so that his darling can give some much needed attention to their children and it works well enough until they come back and his darling his fretting all over her firstborn and forgoing their children all over again. Jace would seek his mother’s advice on what to do. He doesn’t want to hurt his darling by any means but he knows that if he takes any action towards her child it will spark something that he may not be able to come back from and could greatly affect his relationship with his darling. But he knows he needs to do something to make sure his children get to have the love and care of their mother that their eldest sibling gets tenfold.

Daeron is patient and gentle with his darling after having dealt with the death of her husband and raising her child solely on her own. He, similar to Jace, would try to be more of a father figure to his darling’s child early on but unlike Jace once Daeron’s children come into the world his attention would be directed primarily towards them. He genuinely loves and cares for his darling and he can attest that they’ve been a dutiful mother but there is a stark contrast in how his darling is with their children versus her first born child. Eventually, Daeron would grow to resent his step-child for taking up his darling’s love and attention, taking it away from both Daeron himself and his children with his darling. He wouldn’t want to hurt us darling in any way, he wants to find some form of happy medium with their family but if his darling continued to put more attention into her firstborn than he would need to step in and do something. He may go to his mother for advice, maybe even his grandfather or brothers and whatever they told him he would take to heart. He didn’t want his children to grow up being second best (if even that) to their eldest half-sibling, he had gone through that himself, forced into trying to form some semblance of a relationship with his eldest half-sister’s spawn but it only made things worse. He wouldn’t want to put that in his children so if his darling’s child needs to go then they need to go.

[gulnarsultan]

King Aegon (the conqueror) embraced you possessively.  You knew that even if you were not at all pleased with his attitude, you should not be silent.  You responded by kissing your husband.  You smiled as Aegon's hand rubbed your swollen stomach.  You and Aegon were on your way to the garden when you heard the laughter of your other children.  Aenys was on the sidelines reading, and Maegor and Gaemon were practicing swordsmanship.  Your daughters Aelora, Shaena, Daella were watching their brother's sword practice.  Your daughters were running towards you when they saw you.  You kissed their foreheads and stroked their hair.  Towards evening, your labor pains began.  Queen Visenya was standing next to you helping you conceive your new baby.  You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice.  When your husband entered the room, his older sister had placed the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya was with you to assist with the birth of your new baby. You breathed a sigh of relief when you finally heard your baby's voice. When your husband entered the room, his older sister was holding the newborn baby in her arms. Queen Visenya said the baby was a healthy girl. A minute later, your other children have arrived to meet their new siblings. Your husband named your newborn daughter Gael. It was exhausting dealing with two possessive dragons surrounding you, but it was well worth it for your kids.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Aegon The Conquerer Would Include:

When you date him as a yandere, it's like dating an obsessive psychopath with a violent streak. He'll become obsessed with you, and his violent tendencies will increase drastically. He'll be jealous and controlling, prone to jealousy and paranoia about you giving your attention to others, and he'll react to that with jealousy and rage. He'll be possessive and obsessive, wanting to monopolize your time and attention. He might even hurt himself or others as a result of this obsessive behavior.

He would not permit you to talk to anyone else, especially those of the opposite sex. He would force you to abandon your friends and family to focus solely on him. He would isolate you and make you dependent solely upon him, and he would become all that you have. He wouldn't harm you at first and if you behaved according to his strictures, he would be generous and loving.

He would be possessive, jealous, and controlling. He would demand absolute loyalty, and there would be no tolerance for disobedience. In order to prove your devotion to him, he would require that you perform acts of absolute devotion and submission, including, but not limited to, self-harm and other painful acts of sacrifice.

He'll make sure you behave appropriately. He will make sure you only do things he approves of. Everything down to how you dress and eat will be under his control. Your mind and body would be his and his alone.

He would manipulate you and control you using a mixture of emotional blackmail, flattery, and affection. He would become jealous if you ever spoke to anybody except him and become suspicious if you smiled at others even. You would not be allowed to go out except with him, and he would never leave you alone for a moment. You would become his plaything.

He would make you hate and mistrust everybody around you. He would become enraged if another man spoke to you and would make you believe that anybody who was not him would abuse you or treat you poorly. He would manipulate you into believing that you are worthless without him and that he is the only person who truly has your best interests at heart. He would make you dependent upon him for every decision you ever have to make so that he has the final say in any activity that you participate in.

He would make sure that your clothes are appropriate (and that means very little). He would ensure that your hair and makeup were to his liking. He would tell you when to sleep, what to say, and what to think. You would have no independence. He would make sure that you only had one purpose - to serve him.

He would use both his position and his physical strength to ensure that you had no other prospects except him. He would use you as a status symbol to his friends, and you would be treated as royalty around them. He would take you to exotic places so as to make you feel truly special. But at home, he would be cold, and you would constantly be terrified that your slightest transgression would anger him to the point that he would have to punish you.

He would become jealous whenever you spoke to others, and jealous if you laughed without him. He would accuse you of liking the person you speak with more than him, of wanting to escape with them, or of thinking about leaving him for them. He would become angry at these perceived betrayals, and punish you for them by ignoring and not loving you.

He would offer plenty of affection provided that you followed his rules and did as you were instructed, but if you broke his rules he would withdraw his affection and make it clear to you that it was because you weren't obeying me. My affection would be a reward for good behavior, and I would use it as a tool to control you by withdrawing or adding it as I saw fit. I would not show affection publicly, so we would be a very private, secret couple.

Since he would not trust anybody else to be alone with you, all dates would have to be supervised by himself. He wouldn't like public appearances or places like restaurants or bars, so you would likely have many dates in his rooms, alone, so you would be more intimate and more comfortable. If you behaved well, he would reward you with intimacy, and this would be a constant incentive for good behavior and obedience.

You would be showered with gifts, especially jewelry, the most precious of which would serve as a constant reminder of your need for obedience. You would receive clothes that he had personally chosen for you, so you would only wear those outfits he has deemed acceptable for his perfect plaything.

Of course, many people have objected to your relationship and to his behavior towards you. They believe that you deserve better and that they could make you happier. They have come to him and suggested that he treat you better, and they have advised him to be more gentle and gentle. But he knows what is best for you, so he ignores them.

Marriage would have to come quickly for you so he could cement his position and claim you permanently as his. As a husband, he would not be as restrictive or as much of a tyrant, as he was as a Yandere boyfriend. He would give you some freedom if you were married, but only if your behavior indicated that you were no longer interested in anyone else. He would still want you both to be secluded and secretive.

Having children with you would be essential because it would ensure that you would never leave him. A child would tie you together for life, and you would have a greater obligation towards him. Although he wants your relationship to be a secret, he would want you to be acknowledged as parents so that he would have a claim over you and the child. No other man would be allowed to claim to be the father, and you would be restricted from going out with or being around any other man.

In the case of your being barren or using moon tea, he would have to become paranoid, suspecting you of seeing another man. Even if he believed you were telling the truth, he would still be enraged and suspicious that you were trying to cover up affairs by claiming that you were using moon tea. He would never accept someone who could not bear his children. Such a person would be of no use to him. But he would become obsessed with ensuring that you could not see other men, nor them you. If you were barren or could not have children, he would have to become a bigger tyrant. He would need to ensure that your body was not used by another.

His sister-wife Visenya has no time for the emotions that he displays. She is cold and practical. However, his sister-wife Rhaenys would feel a sense of pity for you. She would be concerned that he was being possessive and controlling towards you. But he does not always pay attention to her concerns. It is his duty to possess his partners and not allow anybody to take you from him.

He would shower you with plenty of affection if you pleased him and obeyed him. If you behaved well and obeyed the rules he set for you, he would kiss and hug you, shower you with gifts, and praise your performance. If you disobeyed him, however, he would become withdrawn and cold, refusing to show any affection to you and punishing you until you corrected your bad behavior. He would also withhold affection if he believed that you were straying and did not obey him, and this withholding of affection would be a tool for control.

He would want you to know that he would never leave you, that despite his controlling behavior, it is because he loves you. He would want you to know that he believes that his actions are because of his affection for you, that it is because he loved you that he wishes to keep you safe and secure by his side.

He would make sure that you were always available at his beck and call. You would be required to wear only those clothes that he approves of. You would have to be wherever he tells you, either physically or by phone or email, and you would spend all of your time with him. You would not be allowed to be out of his sight for even a moment except when he permits you to leave the house. You would have to be dependent upon him for your entire existence.

He enjoys being in control and enjoy being treated as a superior being. He enjoys being admired and worshipped by others. He enjoys being the center of attention.

His favorite kink is control. He likes to exert total control over you. He also likes being possessive and jealous and making his love interest jealous and suspicious whenever you leave the house without him.

As a traditional Targaryen, you would be expected to submit unconditionally to his authority. He would require your unconditional, absolute obedience and would expect that you would serve him with complete devotion in all ways. He would also be dominant in the bedroom, exercising strict control over all aspects of your love life. He would expect you to be constantly available for sex.

His favorite kinks include being in control of you, being dominating in bed, having rough sex, taking control of his partner in various other areas, and ensuring that you are compliant in every way. He also enjoys playing power games with you and being dominant in all matters both inside and outside the bedroom.

Other kinks that he enjoys include voyeurism, dirty talking, and teasing. In general, he likes to take the lead during intimate moments, and he's not a fan of being passive or submissive. When it comes to power exchange, he enjoys being the one only in control.

[yandereunsolved]

Hello. I just wanted to share a few thoughts about yandere Aegon Conqueror. I think this guy is the type that sometimes makes us hold ourselves back from squeezing his cheeks affectionately and then strangling him a few minutes later. I believe he will be very meticulous about having sex with us. For example: The room is clean and tidy, candles are lit, incense is burned. He himself has been prepared for hours. (The moon tea that the reader left on the nightstand accidentally spilled on the floor. "accidentally😉" Moon tea making materials cannot reach King's City.)

Agreed.

Aegon The Conqueror is naturally meticulous. It extends to his darling. And he wants children. At least a few to keep you tied to him.

He also loves private intimacy. I imagine touch and acts of service being his love languages. So yandere him is that uped a lot!

He likes giving more than receiving. So he really enjoys when you sit in his lap or straddle him. He likes you tucked against a crook of his body. He isn't exactly 'I want you on a part of me'. He's 'I want your presence smothering me'.

Acts of service is the world at your feet and one of the most powerful, if not most powerful men, as your lover. (And his wives love you too. xoxo. ignore the targcest for a sec.)

[lunarmoonanons]

The Second Mother

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Pre-Conquest (they are Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya parents)

Yandere Aerion Targaryen x Reader x Yandere Valaena Velaryon

Reader tried to Runaway but was caught by the Dragons of her stepchildren and brought back. A Boat vs Dragon would not end well, Aerion choose to get her pregnant as a way to force her stay with them.

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Masterlist

YN didn’t know how, but she was able to smuggle herself on a boat sailing for Yi Ti. Her home. For the past few months she had been kept prisoner by her employer and his family who had all grown a strange obsession for her. 

YN was a tutor from Yi Ti. She had been the emperor's top educator for his children and the tutor for many noble families back home. When she received a request from one of the last Valryian families to tutor his children, YN was excited for a chance to see a new land and meet the last remains of the Valyrian empire. A choice she would soon regret. 

She didn’t know what it was, but ever since she started working for Aerion Targaryen, he and his wife had been trying to entice her into an affair between the three of them. When she said no and very publicly (as public as you can be on an island) denounced any affection and attempt at romance there was a visible shift in her stay at Dragonstone. Her freedoms became less and less, and soon the few people she was allowed to see became fewer and fewer. Soon, even the maester on the island was forbidden to speak to her. 

The only people who remained in close contact with her were Aerion and his wife Valaena as well as the three children she was tutoring. 

The obsession didn’t just end with the parents. Instead it extended to the children as well, if their father or mother were not at her side, then one or all of them would be. They idolized her, loved her, and demanded her attention at almost all hours of the day. The only normal child seemed to be Orys, the bastard son of the head of the Targaryens. 

YN had planned her escape with great detail, everything down to the letter. What boat would smuggle her, what route she’d take, what provisions she would have, and what she’d pay the captain. Her escape was escalated by the death of Valaena just over a few weeks ago. The whole family was in mourning and that meant they were distracted. Rhaenys was so distraught over her mother, it took all of her siblings to calm her down. And though Aerion still tried to seduce YN, he too was distracted by the death of his wife to notice YN planning her escape. So in the breaking hours of dawn, with a bag of her belongings and help from the Maester, YN escaped onto a ship bound for Essos. 

YN bit her thumb and paced about the ship, the swaying of the craft not bothering her. Her hair shifted slightly by the sea air, but nothing seemed to calm her from the pit in her stomach. She was worried and slightly regretful. Even though they scared her with how much they loved her, she would miss the children. Visenya with her wild ways. Aegon with his strong personal morals, Rhaenys’ sweet nature, and Orys’ with his curious mind. They might have also contributed to her capture, but they were her students and she couldn’t place all the blame on them. 

When the sun was high, YN decided to ask the captain how long it would take. They had stopped at an island at the stepstones for a bit and YN wanted to pay half of her pay now. She barely made it a few steps when large shadows had started to over take the sky. 

Two large beasts had started flying toward them. Dragons. 

YN had seen them on the island, and had kept her distance. The beasts were monstrous and frightening, especially the large one. It seemed too big for its own good, large and scary. So seeing two of them flying toward her, put the fear of the Lion of Night into YN’s heart. Once they landed, YN’s heart fell to her stomach when she saw Aegon and Visenya dismount from the two dragons. 

“Mama. I knew you wouldn’t be far” Aegon smiled and walked up to give her a hug. YN was frozen for a second before she gained sense and pushed him back. 

“I’m not your mother, Aegon. I’m sorry but she’s dead, you cannot replace her with me.” YN stuttered, eyes wide and frantic. Aegon merely smiled a terrifying smile tilting his head as he looked at her. 

“But you are my mother. Father said you two are to be husband and wife, now we must get you back. He’s waiting for us.” Aegon was calm, too calm. 

Visenya looked with a scary grimace and kept a hand on her sword. She was not as peaceful as her brother, and she would drag her “confused” mother back if she had to. 

“You will come with us. Aegon may be willing to negotiate, but I will draw blood if I have to.” Visenya stated, glaring deep into YN’s eyes, not with hatred but annoyance. “In fact, Aegon and I will burn this entire island to smolder if that’s the only way to get you.”

“We’ve already killed the Maester for helping you. Do you want more blood on your conscience, Mama?” The 14 year old sweetly smiled, but his eyes held a terrifying glance. 

YN gasped and held a hand to her mouth, swallowing her sobs at the pain she caused the maester. She didn’t want to go back, but she couldn’t be responsible for everyone else dying too. She took a look back at the crew who stood frozen in place, terrified at what she would say, begging with their eyes to spare them. 

“I… I will go with you, Just let them live.” YN stuttered. 

Aegon’s smile grew as he held out his hand for her to take. YN’s shaking hand held his, her legs wavered as she climbed the black dragon. Her hands didn’t stop shaking as she stared down in horror at the beast. 

“Do you like him? I claimed him today, in search for you.” Aegon said, but his words fell on deaf ears. 

It was quiet trip back to Dragonstone. Once they were back on the island, and back to the castle, Yn’s hands had finally stopped shaking. She steadied and reminded herself to be strong. Rhaenys was the first to greet her. The 12 year old bounded her way to the woman and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. She was very excited to see YN. 

“Mama! You’re back! Did you hear the great news?! You and father are to be married tonight!” Rhaenys squealed and bounced on her heels. YN merely patted her hair absentmindedly. 

“Where is your father Rhaenys?” YN asked. 

“I am happy you have found your way back.” Aerion stated, making his way over to the woman. He shooed his children away and made his way closer to the woman. When he was close enough he placed a hand to the woman’s cold cheek and smiled at her, ignoring the tear that fell from her eye. “We shall be married. You cannot deny me what I want anymore. It is what Valaena wanted. We have to honor her in death.”

“You are grieving, you do not love me. You are just trying to replace your wife’s memory with me.” YN tried to reason, but to no avail. 

Aerion Ignored her and placid a kiss to her lips. That night, YN was frozen in shock at what future her life would hold. YN cried during her ceremony. Her clothes from Yi Ti were taken and she was placed in Targaryen garments. Her life would be as a Targaryen wife and mother to Targaryen children. And she would be forced to carry Targaryen children. A life doomed to be a Targaryen.

Whoo! Two requests in one day. 

[alannybunnue]

Hahaha, Maegor naming his heir after Orys would be comedy.

Maegor:" He needs a strong name, after a man I respect and looked up too. "

Reader:" Let me guess... "

Maegor:" Yes Orys."

(Think of Spongebob the Olaf scene)

Afterlife

Aegon:" Wait Orys!!"

Visenya:" Well he said someone he respected and sorry you aren't it. "

TAKE THAT AEGON 🤣🤣🤣