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grcnseer · 2 years

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Surfeit of Thorns ➢ Aegon II Targaryen

synopsis :: As his twin you’d always had strong bond with your older brother Aegon, understanding one another in a way many could not comprehend. However, when the king passes and others push for his right to the iron throne, you’re left wondering if anything was truly as you believed it to be.

pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x twin!Reader

warning(s): targcest, angsty, fem!reader, aegon gets horny when sad, switches galore, SMUT, no beta we die like stannis

note: Here’s my first piece of work for hotd, I truly hope you all enjoy it! I’m still fleshing out the characters so go easy on me. Of course likes, reblogs & comments are always welcome. Requests are currently open so feel free to send a raven!

The chamber door rattled, wood splintering to the point you were worried it would give before it ceased completely. You held your breath and didn’t dare chance moving. Surely he hadn’t given up? It wasn’t in his nature to not get his way. Risking a few steps closer to the door, your ears were ringing as you waited with bated breath.

“Please, sweet sister.” A low whine pierced the silence. “You’re being cruel.”

Heat licked up your spine, urging you forward as you landed a fist against the frame. “I’m being cruel? You left me! After all I’ve done for you— all I’ve given for you, you’re a coward!”

“Unbar the door!” He snapped, tone dropping as he allowed his anger to seep through. “I am king now. I will have it broken down if need be.”

Of course he would.

Aegon had never shown respect for anything. It was foolish to believe yourself any different. You took a deep breath, trying your best to steady your hand as you lifted the lock. There was barely a chance to step away before it shoved open and Aegon rounded on you.

His hands grasped at your waist, fingertips biting so sharp you were sure there would be bruises come morrow. You shoved against his chest despite the urge to succumb to the warmth seeping from him. “You’re drunk.”

“You abandoned me.” He countered, shoving a finger in your face before ripping himself away from you. “And now you’re angry with me? When I’ve done what you’ve wanted all along?"

You were utterly baffled by his statement, shock evedant on your face as you held his gaze. “Pray tell when I have ever abandoned you? This is not what I wanted!”

In all your years you had stood beside your brother. From birth you had been his shadow. He was older by a few moments, but you had been there all the same. You defended him, took blame for him— you would never abandon him. But he had abandoned you.

“You told me to make a decision because you were tired of waiting!” He seethed, arm lashing out and knocking the contents of your vanity to the ground. Jewelry scattered across the stone floor. “Now that I’ve done what you asked you’ve avoided me! You’ve asked mother to consider a betrothal!”

“Aemond told me!” You closed the distance between you, fists clenching at your side, “he told me that he found you hiding, waiting for the chance to slip aboard a ship! That you offered him the iron throne should he let you leave?”

His features twisted with annoyance, whether it was toward Aemond or yourself you couldn’t be sure. “That’s why you’re so angry? I would have come back for you!”

“Stop it.” You scoffed, not bothering to suppress the roll of your eyes. “I know you too well, brother. Or have you forgotten?”

His hands grasped at your face, cupping it between his palms. “Do you truly believe I could leave you behind? That I could leave Sunfyre behind? I would have returned after Aemond was crowned.”

You fought his hold, shaking your head and refusing to meet his gaze as he cooed over you. His grip did not let go. He had always been able to sway your thoughts with sweet words, playing on your hopes and the love you bore him. Aegon was selfish and would always put himself before all else, despite the way he was gently cradling your face.

“Yes, I would have.” He forced you to meet his gaze, “I would have returned for you both and taken you away.”

“It does not matter. You are king now.”

“It does matter!” Aegon pushed forward then, tangling his hand in the hair at the back of your head as he shoved you against the wall. You arched away from the cold stone, hips knocking against his and spurring a deep groan from him. His head dropped to the curve of your neck and lips brushed the sensitive skin as he spoke. “You will recant the betrothal and you will stay here, with me, where you belong.”

“And I will be stuck just as I was before, watching as you get your fill of whores and wine. Listening as mother urges you against them and into bed with your wife.”

“I begged her for you.” He whispered between hot kisses to your jaw. “Told her you were mine to wed, mine to take— mine to fuck.”

“And yet you haven’t.” You hissed, reaching up to wrap a hand around his throat. “Because I refuse to be your whore.”

A smile played at his lips, amusement and arousal dancing in his gaze as he pushed into the contact. You didn’t want him to enjoy it. You wanted him to ache the way you had while watching him take the crown. As any hope of happiness slipped through your fingers.

You shoved him away and crossed the room, grasping the edge of your vanity with your back to him. From the corner of your eye, you watched as he filled the goblet on your bedside table and you cursed yourself for requesting a jug of sweet wine. He slumped in the nearest chair, drinking deeply from his cup.

“You will not leave me.” He mumbled and for a moment you weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself. You twisted to face him, exhaustion washing over you in waves at the thought of continuing the argument, only to halt at the gleam in his eyes. “I will not allow it.”

You couldn’t be sure how long you stared at each other. An unspoken debate being held before you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. You crossed the space between you, plucking the cup from his grasp and downing the remaining liquid. “I’ve sacrificed every chance I could have had at happiness in hopes that something would change. Waiting for you to whisk me away and when the time came you ran.”

“I will annul my marriage.” It was so sudden, so baffling that you couldn’t help but laugh. A childish pout formed on his lips at the sound.

He lurched forward to snake his arms around your waist and pull you to straddle his lap; albeit clumsily as the chair nearly tipped when you fumbled on top of him. “If I am to say I wish to cast aside my wife and take you, who is to stop me?”

“Our mother and grandfather,” you countered, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. The week that had passed since his coronation gave you the time to accept the harsh reality of what would follow. All dreams of escape were ripped away as the threat of war lurked just outside the keep. “They wish to offer my hand to secure an alliance for the war they started.”

“There would be no war if not for me.” He sneered, pushing up until his chest was pressed to yours. “They will allow us to wed or I will give my crown to Rhaenyra.”

“It is not that simple—”

Any further attempt to dispute his claim was swallowed by his lips. His tongue forced into your mouth as his arms tightened around you, hands fisting your dress as if you would slip away the moment he let go. He held you impossibly and he rolled beneath you so you could feel his hot arousal pressing to your core.

“Aegon—” You spoke against his lips, only to be caught off by a rough jolt of his hips.

“Tell me what to do.” He begged, voice raising in pitch as he clung to you. “Please, don’t leave me— I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t go.”

Tears welled in your eyes as he dipped to bury his head in your chest, hopelessness returning with a vengeance as you laced your arms around his neck. For years you had danced around your feelings for Aegon, despite his never-ending attempts to claim you as his.

You couldn’t get past the guilt of allowing him in while your sister sat just as miserable in their marriage. It wouldn’t be fair and in your eyes, she deserved the world, let alone that sacrifice on your behalf.

“I know no other way. You must believe that I have searched.” You couldn’t hold the bitter laugh that broke through your words. “We should have left after that damned dinner.”

A hush fell over the room and the finality of your tone sank into his bones. A tremble rolled along his spine, hips rocking up to grind his hardening length against you and he let out a guttural moan. You gasped at the friction, arousal wracking your frame and you gripped the nape of his neck. “Aegon, we can’t.”

You resented the whine that lingered in your tone.

“We can.” He insisted, craning back to catch your mouth with his own. “If you are requesting leave then this,” he slotted himself fully against your wet heat, “will be your price. You’re going to come on my cock and when your husband takes that sweet cunt of yours it will be all you think of.”

You didn’t miss the way his lips curled at the mention of your undecided husband and the slick between your thighs increased at the possessive glint in his eyes. It would be easier to push away from him at that moment. To spare yourself the future torment of longing for a man that would never be within reach. Yet your mouth crashed against his in a heavy kiss, licking at the seam of his lips to request entrance that he eagerly allowed.

Aegon’s hands pawed at you desperately, letting you explore his mouth. His tongue slid along yours, using his grasp on your hips to urge you into rhythm. “Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around my cock.”

The thought sends a flush of excitement through you, hands finding their way around his neck as you angled him to meet your gaze. “You don’t deserve my mouth on your cock.” His pupils were blown wide as you tightened your grip, only stopping when he let out a soft moan. “You’ll finish like this or you leave the way you are.”

You didn’t give him much time to think about it, increasing the pressure of your hips until his name slid past your lips. He let out a soft whimper, head dropping back against the chair. Tension hung heavy in the air as a line that had been drawn so long ago was crossed.

Aegon had first kissed you after the celebration of your sixteenth name day. He had gotten last in his cups and caused a scene. Your mother had found you in the corridor, attempting to smuggle him away from her wrath with linked fingers and a harsh tug. His lip was bloodied by the time you arrived at his chambers and after you dabbed it away he asked if you loved him.

You had been shocked by the question, of course you loved him, why else would you bother with his antics? Then he closed the space between, hissing at the sting of his lip but not breaking away.

His betrothal to Helaena was announced soon after.

“Lift your skirts at least,” he begged, palming at your thighs in an attempt to move the heavy fabric. “Please, I need to touch you.”

If you weren’t just as desperate to feel him you would have said no. Instead you pulled until the material was hitched and fell behind the dip of your thighs, exposing them to his hungry gaze. He wasted little time gripping your flesh and arched up to catch you in a sloppy kiss. His hip bucked, spurring a moan from you both.

“Fuck— ‘s not enough, I need more,” Aegon lurched forward, knees hitting the ground as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your breast. Your back was barely cushioned by the rug beneath you and the air was knocked from your lungs. His speed increased, rubbing your clit with deep and desperate thrusts.

“My cock aches for you.” You were both panting, heat filling the room as you flattened your feet and lifted to meet him. A broken moan ripped from his throat and he smack a palm against your bare thigh, “take it— it’s always been yours.”

You took a sharp breath, brow furrowing at his words. Take it. You knocked the arm that was holding him up, using the bow of his elbow as you pushed forward.

He fell to his back, eyes snapping open in surprise as you straddled his lap. The words playing at his lips vanished as you grasped his throat and bent to meet him with a glare. “Don’t lie, it’s unbecoming of a king.”

Aegon laughed and you were quick to cut it off with a squeeze of your fist. He let out a choked moan, hips lifting desperately for relief, but you held steady against him. His hands grasped your hips and before he could take control you fumbled for his wrists.

You never thought there would be a time you were thankful for your twin's weakness. A simple roll of your hips was enough to gain the upper hand and you pinned his arms beside his head. Before he could whine in protest you covered his mouth with your own, teeth knocking as you grinded against him. His tongue pushed past your lips, luring you closer and sucking at your bottom lip until it was red and swollen.

A particularly harsh thrust sent you spiraling, heat filling your chest as you broke away to release a pitched moan. His head dipped between your breast, licking at the skin before biting until he was positive you would be marked by him.

“I love you,” Aegon mumbled between kisses, followed by a whisper of your name as his cock twitched against your cunt. You tangled your hands in his matted silver curls and leaned back until you could see his face. His eyes were glazed, a sheen of tears glistening in the candlelight, and the pure need creasing his features sent a spark of pleasure straight to your core.

The only sounds were shallow breaths and frantic open-mouthed kisses as you chased your highs. You were soaking through his breeches, the material sticking to you both as his length settled between your folds. Synchronized moans bounced off the walls.

“Love me,” he begged breathlessly.

“I do!” You hissed, tugging at his locks while your peak washed over you in waves. White flashed behind your lids, a far-off cry of his name ringing in your ears as you pulse against him.

Aegon’s thrusts were wild, nearly lifting you from the ground until he lost rhythm completely. He growled as he spilled, chest heaving while his cock twitched and jumped between your thighs.

Your head dropped against his shoulder, ghosting kisses against his collarbone until he slumped beneath you. He collapsed to the ground with a laugh, arms snaking around your frame to keep you tucked against him.

“How do you expect me to let you go now, sweet sister?”

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Alpha!Aemond Targaryen Meeting His Omega

~Everyone was so thrilled when he presented at 16 as an Alpha, the Targaryen's all being Betas for many years

•He was the first to be an Alpha in many years and his father was thrilled most of all, Viserys immediately throwing him a party a week later, complete with a huge feast and everyone in the realm that could make it

•Aemond was not at all happy that his elder sister had come with her family but Viserys insisted and they all congratulated him and he could hear from where he sat Rhaenyra warning Luke to stay as far away from his uncle as possible, that he would be even more volatile now and she was correct, his hate for the Strong boys burned hotter than ever

•Every Omega from every kingdom was brought with the important houses, and not just family members but Omega servants as well, Alphas could not be married off politically very often as there was no way they could be with anyone but their mates

•Aemond had often made comments about how he would do his duty, marry who he was told to and strengthen their family but now he couldn't imagine such a thing, his Omega was what he wanted and he would settle for nothing less, no matter what his Hightower grandfather thought about it, and for once his mother seemed to be on his side

~His father was happy of course but so was his mother, who looked forward to seeing her son happy, especially after seeing him in such pain for so long, hiding himself from the women in court after what Lucerys had done to his eye. Most women couldn't stomach looking at it but Alicent was comforted by knowing Aemond's Omega would see no disability like everyone else did

•Aemond however was still concerned about it, before he had healed and could wear the eye patch the women that had seen his wound had been horrified, some even becoming physically ill

•He knew he would wear the eye patch every moment of every day if he had to for his mate, even if he had to sleep with it on to comfort her, he would never see her look at him like that

•He hated the idea that he was supposed to try and find his Omega here though, what are the odds his mate just so happens to be here tonight? He thought it was ridiculous and would much rather be outside the castle, searching for her outside the Red Keep however he was proven wrong fairly quickly once everyone arrived

~Her scent was like nothing he had ever imagined as he sat at the head table people watching

•He wasn't mingling, still getting used to the truly insane sense of smell he now had and controlling it as it was in overdrive surrounded by all these people, his brother Aegon being one of the ones that bothered him most, heavy wine, sadness and whores. Aemond wasn't sure how he could smell either sadness or what a whore smelled of but he did and he hated it from the moment Aegon arrived once he'd presented

•The smell overcame him a moment after the Stark family was announced in the hall, Cregan Stark and his family arriving along with their Omega servants, every family only having one, maybe 2. Honeysuckle, mint and a sweetness he couldn't quite place and suddenly he was rock hard and completely alert

•His mother seemed to notice his change in demeanor as he straightened up, looking at where the Starks had walked to, standing from his seat and stepping around the table

•Aemond paid attention to no one's words or congratulations as he took steps towards that heavenly scent, becoming agitated instantly as people kept moving, that is until someone whistled, so loud almost every Omega groaned, their sensitive ears probably ringing worse than Aemond's

•"It seems as if my brother has caught the scent of something delicious!" Aegon cackled, drunk as hell but for the first time maybe ever, Aemond didn't mind as he had frozen the room, even if everyone now stared as he moved towards the doors, seeing the head of the Stark family and looking at the faces around him.

"My Lord Stark, present your Omegas to the Prince, if you would please?" This time it was his mother who spoke and everyone shuffled back from the family, watching closely as Cregan Stark pulled a boy and a girl along. Aemond recognized the girl as the Stark's niece but the other was very clearly a servant, although as they met his eyes he felt nothing. Stark was looking around to his wife as if searching for something and that's when Aemond smelled it, the scent was fading, no longer in the room with them and faster than anyone would have deemed humanly possible, the one-eyed Prince was sprinting from the room after that delicious smell

~Aemond had heard of Omegas running when they smelled their Alphas, some said it was because they wanted their Alpha to chase and catch them and show he was a strong mate, he knew better however

•Aemond didn't need his Omega to tell him, he knew she was afraid. She had probably come here with a promise from House Stark that it could never be her, what were the odds that out of the dozens of Omegas here that it was her, and now here she is with everyone searching the room for her while her Alpha stalked closer as if a dragon on a hunt, his Omega was probably terrified

•He turned down a corridor and moved quicker as the scent became stronger, knowing he was practically on top of her as he opened the door to the kitchens. He didn't make a sound as he stepped in, seeing her filling a teapot with water, her face scrunched up adorably in frustration. "Dōna mirre?" She gasped, dropping the pot and whimpering which sent a tingle down his spine straight to his cock. "No need to be afraid, I won't harm you...I know what I look like but you have nothing to fear from me, never you." He swore. He couldn't quite read her face in that moment but she wasn't running, he thought that a good sign. "May I know my Omega's name?"

She paused before responding but not too long. “Y/n...my name is Y/n my Prince-"

"No need for such formalities, not between us...I am aware of what you must have heard about me but please? I ask that you give me the chance to prove that it is all untrue...at least most of it." She giggled at that and he decided right then that it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

"I will not judge you on the words of others, that wouldn't be fair...if you promise me the same...I can only imagine what people are saying about me, the prince mated to a servant wench from the North, I-"

"Don't you ever say such a thing about my Omega again!" He demanded, walking closer and stopping himself before he touched her, looking down from his 6'2 stature and noticing she couldn't be taller than 5'4. "You, Dōna mirre, will be a Targaryen by weeks end and anyone who would ever say such things will have their tongues removed." He instantly expected fear as he realized he shouldn't have gone so far while trying to make her feel safe but once more she giggled and he knew he was going to have to survive dinner with a raging erection. "Do you think we could go back to the feast? Guards will be sent to find us if they haven't already-"

"Lest you steal my virtue on the kitchen floor?" She was teasing him and he loved it, smiling for the first time in a long while.

"I wouldn't do you the dishonor of even bringing it into question. Come, I'll have someone bring you tea." She smiled up at him, taking hold of his offered arm and walking back.

~Aemond escorted her back and when guards opened the doors everyone's eyes turned to them as they now all sat down to dinner

•His Omega clutched tighter to his arm as she felt the stares and he pulled her closer to his side as he guided her to the head table and around it to sit down themselves

•"My son!" His father waved them over and he kissed her hand.

"My father wishes to meet you, just breathe, it will be quick, I promise...my mother less so." She pinched his side as he teased her making him squirm before guiding her to the king. "Father. This is Y/n, my Omega. Y/n, this is my father."

"My king. It's an honor to meet you sir." As his sweetling went to bow he held his arms out, pulling her close and hugging the small girl. Had it been anyone else but his father he would have broken his hands at this moment but the growl that built up from his throat was uncontrollable leading everyone in close proximity, his mother, siblings, Daemon and nephews to look at him stunned though his father just laughed so hard he was thrown into a coughing fit. "You should sit my king." His Omega reached for his glass and held it up for him to drink making the sickly man smile and do as she requested, sitting with her assistance and taking a drink.

"A true, sweet Omega you are my dear. No more of this 'my king' nonsense, you are family now. 'Father' will do just fine, daughter in law." He held her face in his hands and everyone that looked on could see how happy Viserys truly was.

"I do not wish to offend my king, I-" he looked up at her, eyebrows raised and she quickly corrected herself. "Father...thank you for your kindness. Please don't let me interrupt your meal, I'm sure we will have plenty of time to know each other."

"Yes. Of course we will." As he turned back to the feast Aemond took her arm again, pulling her close though she was snatched by his mother who turned the Omega to look at her.

"You are just lovely my dear. Exactly what I pictured for you my sweet boy. You and I will get together tomorrow Y/n, we must start planning the wedding-"

"Mother!"

"What? Would you like to wait a few moons for your wedding my son? Or would you like to get on with it quickly? If so, it must be discussed, we'll need time to get everything in order." She looked at Aemond expectantly, knowing her son wouldn't want to wait long for the event and also knowing that if Y/n's heat hit her before the wedding no one would be able to keep her son from his Omega, better to get it done now, the Prince understanding her meaning instantly.

"I don't need much your grace, it can be small. Just family and a septon, it doesn't-" his Omega stopped when she once again saw the whole family staring making Aemond growl on purpose this time. "Or it could be large, why not?"

Aemond spun her around to face him and turned her face up, thumbs brushing her embarrassed red cheeks. "Whatever it is, as long as I'm with you it will be perfect my Dōna mirre." Rhaenyra, Helaena and Alicent all let out a small 'aww' at his display and it only made the Omega blush worse.

"What does that mean?" She finally asked him as he sat her in a chair by his side, the opposite side Aegon was on.

"Sweetling. My sweet little mate, too sweet for someone like me." She took hold of his hand and pulled it close to her chest, holding onto him tightly.

"That's the second time you've put yourself down my mate and I will not have it. You are wonderful!"

"You are too kind my darling but you see the same face every other person does and it's appalling, I'm not-" The next thing Aemond knew his Omega had slapped him right across his cheek, head turning with the motion, not out of pain but more shock.

"I will not sit here and listen to this!" The slap had alerted the looks of several people, his mother now looked on as well as Rhaenyra and Daemon, and his siblings though it didn't stop her as she grabbed his face, whispering too lowly for them to hear but Aemond absolutely heard it, every word. "You are lovely! You are a strong, handsome Prince, a dragon rider that sits atop the largest dragon alive! Your lost eye is unfortunate and unfair, yes, and your nephew should pay for what he did but whatever disability you think it causes, you are wrong. From what I understand my Alpha is the most skilled swordsman in Kings Landing, men fear you, and women, real women know how attractive you are." Y/n turned his face towards her but moved her hand so no one else would be able to look upon his scar as she turned the eyepatch up to reveal a beautiful sapphire to her view. "These ladies in court, they have their sensitivities, they faint at the sight of blood, flinch away from violence but a real women knows that scars on a man are arousing." Aemond was stunned by this, she was right though, the only women who had ever seen it had been his family and a few ladies at these kinds of parties. His mother had been right, his Omega wasn't disgusted by him in the slightest.

"I had thought I would need to wear this even in my sleep to avoid scaring you...I-"

"You will do no such thing, I would look upon my Alphas face every chance I get!" She wasn't whispering anymore and he could see from the side even his nephews now looked at them. "You are handsome and anyone who says otherwise will have words with me." He saw her turn her head towards Aegon, looking also at Jace and Luke before Aemond turned her head back. "My Alpha." She whispered, leaning closer and rubbing her nose against his and he found it adorable. "It is a lovely face you have...and after our wedding, it is a face...I would happily ride."

And just like that his cock was practically screaming for attention again as he pictured his gorgeous Omega riding his face. Unable to take in air as her pussy suffocated him in the most glorious way, her juices covering his mouth as he shoved his tongue as deep as her quivering cunt would allow, arms wrapped around her thighs and holding her down on him as she writhed like crazy and he could only imagine what noises she would make as he-

"Alpha?"

"Hmm?"

"You're imagining it, aren't you?" He nodded his head, not having it in him to look sorry as she smirked, leaning close and pressing her lips to the scar under his sapphire eye. "Good. I'll be imagining it tonight...Alpha." Aemond growled as she set his eye patch back, calling him 'Alpha' had been doing things to him and she was lucky he hadn't carried her off already. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers roughly, pulling away as she whimpered, grasping onto whatever semblance of control he had left.

If this is what he already feels for her, he doubts he'll make it to the wedding.

Dōna Mirre-Sweetling

It actually means 'Sweet Thing' but there's no translation for the name I wanted so that's the closest I can get and I'm going with it.

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midnightsapphire · 1 year

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just thinking about modern!aemond who wants to take over the successful family corportation since viserys is getting old and knows his time is running out, but both his older siblings rhaenyra (from the first marriage) thinks she should have it while spoiled burnout aegon who doesn’t want any part of it gets dragged into being named ceo because of his mother and grandfather

and modern!aemond owning a deteriorating antique car that’s been in the family for generations that he graciously names vhagar and loves her like his own child (which he may or may not have stolen from his cousins but “they weren’t even old enough to drive so why should he care”), constantly working on her and fixing her up while aegon and helaena have the newest car models constantly

and sweet baby aemond who is always on top of the family business, their stocks, takes care of paperwork and grueling meetings while aegon sneaks into frat parties and carelessly hooks up with random women he keeps around for less than a week before ghosting them

but everything changes when aegon “turns a new leaf” and brings you home. sweet, studious you who’s top of your class, has a good education and has a stable job that provides for your family and aemond is just fucked because you’re everything he wanted in a partner (even when the thought has never crossed his mind until you came along) because you’re so intelligent, can keep conversation with him and his family, you manage to keep aegon in check (but you aren’t stupid and know he isn’t faithful, but your kind heart can never stop giving him another last second chance)

aemond knows though, just by the way you look at him, how you put your hand on his arm when he makes you laugh harder than aegon does, the way you look for him first in any room even though your boyfriend has been right next to you the entire time, the way you start wearing the things he secretly gifts you. you don’t laugh at the fact he’s blind in one eye from an incident with his nephews that caused the family rift, the way you show Vhagar the same TLC he does the rare times you help him work on her, even if it’s just handing him a wrench or wiping the grease off his face and handing him water since he’s been working on her all day in the hot sun. he just knows

he’s going to steal you from his brother, no matter what.

if this gets enough traction i’ll 100% write this

UPDATE : we’re 100% gonna write this

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houseofhyde · 1 year

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aemond doesn't know...

pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis. ...that aegon and you do it in his van every sunday.

warnings. modern au, fuckbuddy!aegon, best friend!aemond, artist!aemond, drummer!aegon, light angst, smut (p in v, creampie, hair pulling, light anal play (?), use of slut.)

word count. 1.5k

hyde’s input. happy valentines, guys, gals and whores! <3 i was supposed to be posting a daemon smut but i got sidetracked bc scotty doesn't know by lustra came on shuffle and, well, my mind is hyperactive. my attraction to aegon is purely fueled by the fact i've been attracted to tom glynn carney since dunkirk. not completely comfortable writing for him yet though, so i may end up restricting myself to only writing modern aus when it comes to aegon. fic has not been edited!!

taglist. i've chosen not to tag anyone as this is the first time i'm posting for this character and am unsure who on my taglist is comfortable reading aegon fics.

let’s get one thing clear: you are not dating aemond targaryen.

sure, he walks you to class every morning despite his own being on the other end of campus; and drags himself out of bed at one, two, three in the morning to pick you up on the nights you work the closing shift. and, ok, he brings you out for lunch, and dinner, and home for the holidays. sure, he’s filled sketchbooks with drawings of you, he’s skipped out on lectures just to clean vomit out of your hair and last-nights make-up off your face, he’s almost stolen a handful of picture-perfect kisses beneath mistletoes and sunsets.

but, he’s never made his move.

so aegon feels no remorse for his love-struck brother as he rips off the red lace panties that conceal his latest best friend.

she’s always there for him, waiting with open arms- between open legs- and offering the warmest of hugs for his cock. she’s pretty and clean and tastes like a tangy peach, just a little too ripe but perfect for his liking.

“hey there sweetheart,” his voice, bouncing off the walls of the overheating vehicle, coos over his own excitement. she’s hard to resist, dribbling with sticky sweetness, and aegon swears- he swears!- that she winks at him, taunting him to slip inside to the promised land. “hmm, what’s that, darling? i missed you too.”

“would you stop talking to my pussy like it’s a person and hurry up!” and there you are to burst his bubble, on all fours with your skirt flipped up over your (in aegon’s opinion) perfectly shaped ass and trying oh so hard to not comment on the mess of empty beer cans and fast food wrappers and miscellaneous parts of a drum-set that occupy the unholy grounds of the back of aegon’s van.

“don’t listen to her, sugarplum,” you’d cringe at his choice of pet-name, were it not for the fact the insufferable bastard’s leaning down to press a kiss on your rear-cheeks, peaceful pecks concluded with the lewd- and unexpectedly intriguing- drag of his tongue over your asshole. you lurch forward, stopped only by the grasp of his hands on your hips. “she’s just jealous of what we have, always trying to get between us.”

he’s a cruel torturer, a sadist who gets a kick out of making you squirm and cry and ache for his touch. maybe it’s about the power it gives him, to see you so pliant and needy for naught but him. or perhaps it’s a point he’s needing to prove, to curse that stuck up little brother of his who’s always making comments on the women he choses to indulge himself him.

oh, what he’d give to have aemond stumble upon this scene of him, the puppet master, and you, the poor thing on a string, mouth dropping open in a quiet plea as aegon toys his thumb over your puckered hole, an unspoken threat to fill it before he so much as touches your soaked cunt.

“aegon, please!”

“hmm, i seriously need to get a recording of you saying that,” you don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he’s grinning like the cat that got the cream. nevertheless, you look, and what a sight he is: eyes more black than blue, hair a messed crown upon his head, hardened nipples the prettiest shade of blush pink. unlike you, he’s shamelessly nude for anyone to see, dare they stumble too close to the rocking van. “make it my ringtone, or put you on our debut record.”

you’ve no real clue who our encompasses, though you guess it’s whatever recent mediocre band the targaryen boy’s landed himself in.

the same band aemond keeps saying he needs to take you to see, a so called night-of-laughter you need away from all those assignments and exams that keep getting in the way of your designated best friend dates.

“you’re so gross,” your words clash with your actions, arching your back and further presenting him with where you need him most.

“oh, but you love it.”

and you do, you really do.

you love how aegon fills you, slow at first to “get your pretty kitty stretched”, and all at once after he’s got the first few inches in, no warning before the head of him brutishly knocks against your cervix. you love the groaning and moaning and utter bullshit that finds it’s way out of his cushioned lips, whines of so tight and praises of you take me so fucking well, baby. you love how he talks you through it, voice a gentle whisper of encouragement from the moment the took your virginity till even now, months and several more encounters later. you love that he plays you like an instrument, skillful with the move of his fingers and careful with the pressing of your buttons.

“yeah, like it from this angle, don’t you? like to take me nice and deep,” he’s spewing out behind you, fucking into you at a speed that’s got not only you whining but the van too. “what a pretty little slut i’ve made out of you.”

you hate that he’s aegon. dirty, slimy, enemy/big brother to your best friend, aegon. you hate that it would crush aemond to know this is how you’re spending your sunday, cramped in the back of his brother’s van as he defiles you from behind. you hate that you keep coming back.

“what’d you tell him this time, huh?” like he’s reading your mind, aegon questions you, words slurring together in the haze of lust, no need to name the man you both know unites you as much as he divides you. “where’ds he think you are?”

“ch-aah,” the word is lost among the slapping of skin and the cry of sheer terrified pleasure you feel as he reaches so deep you’re almost sure you feel him in your guts, arms giving out beneath you and leaving you pressed face first into the floor. “church! he, he thinks i’m in church.”

“if he’s thinking you’re on your knees,” aegon’s words fall upon deaf ears as the cord begins to tighten in your lower stomach, threatening to snap any second and leave you to fall into the pits of pleasure. “he’s not entirely wrong.”

he doesn’t need to be told when or how to touch you, he just knows, and so it’s no surprise when the rough pads of aegon’s fingers rub over your aching clit. the euphoric feeling of the tough skin dancing over your buzzing bundle of nerves and his cock, pulsating and raw, fucking into you over and over and over, molding a home for itself within your tight cunt, it’s all too much.

“c’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.” he’s so encouraging, so supportive as his free hand tangles itself in your hair, swift with the way it’s pulling you up till your back hits his chest. “give me what i want, go on. cum on my cock, pretty please baby.”

you do as he commands, mouth dropping open in a cry of ecstasy heard only by you, aegon and the walls that make up his beaten van. he’s not far behind, thrusts turning sloppy in the final moments as he fights through the squeeze of your orgasm before he’s spilling inside of you, head burrowed in the crook of your neck to stiffle the pathetic whimpers born from the feeling of stuffing you full of his cum till it’s dripping out of you and onto the floor, joining the rest of the mess.

“shh, shh, atta girl.” the press of his lips against your forehead is grounding, soothing you just as much as the stroke of his hands over your thighs as you crash back against him, energy drained and muscles aching. aegon’s no better, heart running at the speed of a stallion and skin burning hot red from the unbearable heat. “that’s it, you’re good. i’ve got you.”

as it always goes, you pull away first.

you fight back a discomforted frown as the emptiness hits you, what remains of his spend inside of you now dripping out to the surface of your slit. neither of you talk as you clean yourselves up, him tugging his clothes back on and you checking just how badly your makeup has smudged.

it's worse than any walk of shame, really, this stifling silence that fills the space between you as he sparks up the engine and begins the drive back.

“this can’t happen again.” it’s only once you’ve stepped out the door that you speak, hand resting on the handle and eyes focusing anywhere than his hands on the stearing wheel, the same hands he’d had burried between your thighs less than an hour before.

“you said that the last time.”

“i mean it!” you don’t. “this is the last time, aegon.” it’s not.

you only make it halfway up the path to the door of your house till he’s honking his horn and rolling his window down.

“i’ll see you same time next week, yeah?”

“fuck you!” and, yet, you smile.

“can’t wait, sweetheart!”

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oosleepyfaeoo · 11 months

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His Little Dragon

A. Targaryen x Child!Reader

Summary: You gave him happiness but a what cost?

Warnings: a lot of angst, death, prepare to cry

Words: 1k

A/n: English is not my first language.

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I got inspiration writing this because of this song sooo I'm gonna leave it here for you guys listening while reading.

The harsh wind ran past Aemond's slim figure. His pale skin was numb from the cold gust mixed with small drops of rain constantly flowing down his body. His tears blended with the rain.

Vhagar stood a few meters away from her rider, groaning in sorrow as she senses his emotions. Behind him was his sister and mother. Both of them cried silently while hugging each other.

Your joyful laugh still echoes through his head, and your mischievous smile still burned in his eye. Your soft floral scent still lingers in his nose.

Walking forward, Aemond puts your favorite toy beside your fragile little body. Wrapped in soft white cloth.

“Kepa jorrāelagon ao sīr olvie, ñuha zaldrītsos.” He whispers as he kisses your head. (Father loves you so much, My little Dragon.)

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You were his pride and joy. His little flame.

The first time he saw you, you were fighting with a boy much bigger than you. Kicking his legs to make him kneel and get some bread from his hands. Desperately shoving a piece into your small mouth.

Smiling softly, he walks toward you. Throwing some coins to the boy to make him leave, Aemond crouches down and offers his waterskin to you.

Frowning, you eyed him carefully. Suspicious of his intentions. But you were so thirsty that you couldn’t care less if he would slap you, kidnap you or kill you.

Drinking greedily, Aemond examines you closely. Seeing the miserable state of your dress, all dirty and full of holes. Your little legs were full of scratches and bruises as well your arms. But what caught his attention while he was visiting the Flea Bottom streets, was your long silver hair.

You had the blood of the dragon in you, that Aemond was sure. But who was your father? The first person coming to his head was his pig of a brother. Aegon.

You must be his.

“What’s your name, child?” He asks gently.

You give his waterskin back, empty now. “I-I don’t h-have o-o-one.” you stuttered.

Aemond hums. “Do you know how old you are?”

A proud smile appears on your round face. “I-I’m fi-five!” you said while thrusting your tiny hand to him, showing all your five fingers.

Offering his large hand to you, Aemond smiles gently at you. “Would you like to see the Castle?”

Nodding eagerly, you let him take you away from that miserable place.

Since that day, you were his little dragon. His sweet daughter. He named you Y/n, relishing your sweet smile as you repeat your new name over and over again.

His mother wasn’t happy with his action, afraid of what people would think of this mysterious silver-haired child. But her worries quickly disappeared as she observes you and Aemond interact, acting like you two knew each other all your lives. Never had she seen her son so happy before.

Helaena was thrilled to have you in her family, playing with you and her children in the gardens while teaching you everything about bugs.

Aegon didn’t even notice you, choosing to drown all his problems in wine and whores. Which was for the best since Aemond didn’t want him near you.

You and Aemond would spend hours and hours in the library. He would teach you to read and write, ignoring Septon's pleas. Saying that he didn’t trust anyone else than himself to be your teacher.

To Aemond's surprise, you were a quick learner. But you had an issue, you have a speech problem. Which made it difficult for you to make friends. Children would laugh and make cruel jokes about your speech every time you tried to communicate with them.

That would lead you to spend all your time with your adoptive father. You were his little shadow. Whenever he was, you weren’t far.

Aemond took you to meet Vhagar one morning, laughing softly as he sees the look of awe on your chubby face.

Your bravery also surprised him. You carefully ran to Vhagar, the big dragon lowering her head to your level, so you could pet her snout gently. Giggles left your mouth as you feel her warm breath tickle your face.

You two would ride through the clear skies on Vhagar’s back all day. Aemond promise you that he would take you to travel through the seven kingdoms, showing you all the world's wonders.

That night, while he was reading you a bedtime story. You grab his hand and make him look down at you.

“W-Will I ever ha-ha-have a dragon, K-kepa?” You timidly asked.

Aemond closes the book and put it away. He smiles down at you, putting a silver lock behind your small ear.

“Of course you will, my sweet daughter.” He kisses your head and pulls the blankets up, keeping you protected from the cold night. “When you grow up, you will claim your dragon. Like I did... And then, we will fly together side by side.”

Little did he know that he could not keep his promise.

Winter has come and the Stranger walked through Westeros. Collecting lives from Lords, Ladies, Septons, servants, and especially... yours.

One cloudy morning, Aemond runs through your chamber’s doors. The room is full of maids, working quickly around the room while Maester stood beside your bed. Where you laid there, pale as a ghost.

The Maester tried everything to bring your fever down. Gave you every potion he could think of it, put you in a cold bath, and gave you a special tea from Free Cities which was said to be the cure for all illness. But nothing worked.

You only got worse every day.

“K-Kepa...” You whimper, a grim smile on your face. "It h-hurts..."

Aemond sits beside your limp form, cupping your face gently. Your skin was hot to the touch, but you shivered like you were in the middle of a snowstorm.

“It’s okay, little dragon...” He says with a teary smile. “Kepa is here... You will be alright...”

But that was a lie.

Two days later you died. The city bells rang for days as the King’s Landing folk mourn their Princess’s death.

On that day, Aemond also died. His soul becomes empty and joyless, the only feeling he felt the most being hatred.

Hatred for the illness that killed. Hatred for the Maester for not being able to cure you. Hatred for the Stranger that took you from him. Hatred for himself for not being able to protect you like he promised he would...

///

“My Prince... It is time.” Septon's voice brought him back, his lilac gaze focus on your frail form laying on the wooden pit.

“See you soon, my little dragon.” He whispers, tears running down freely on his face.

Take a step back, his eye never leaving your wrapped figure. You were with the Gods now and soon he will join you.

Biting back a cry, he took a deep breath and finally let you rest in piece.

“...Dracarys...”

Are you crying yet? >.>

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flowerandblood · 6 months

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✨ Oneshots Masterlist ✨

[ Fanfiction Fanmade Content ]

List of my oneshots with Aemond. I update this list on a regular basis. Only for 18+, minors please do not interract. Thank you.

Smut: 💦 | Angst: 💣 | Dark: 💀 | Fans favs: ✨ | Top rated: ⭐

Following, reblogging and commenting is always welcome. I'm trying my best to always reply to reblogs. If you want my direct answer, comment or send me messages and questions on my inbox.

✨ Modern Aemond ✨

Laughter from the depths 💦💣💀

[ nobility! • Aemond x rusalka demon! • female ]

The Second One (1/2) 💣⭐✨

[ modern • Aemond x Alys!sister • female ]

The Loved One (2/2) 💦💣

[ modern • Aemond x Alys!sister • female ]

The Evening Star (1/2) 💦💣💀⭐✨

[ Hades • Aemond x Persephone • female ]

The Moonlight Ray (2/2) 💦💀💣

[ Hades • Aemond x Persephone • female ]

Take me with you 💦⭐

[ Hades • Aemond x Persephone • female ]

The Price od Dignity 💣

[ dark academia • Aemond x rich • female ]

Just this one time (1/2) 💦⭐✨

[modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

Just one more time (2/2) 💦⭐✨

[modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

Fair Play (1/2) 💦💣✨

[modern! • Aemond x short!female • volleyball players]

Fair Game (2/2) 💦💣✨

[modern! • Aemond x short!female • volleyball players]

Lead me to the light 💦

[religious • modern!Aemond x female ]

The Cherry Orchard

[ students • modern!Aemond x female ]

Flower and Blood

[modern! • Aemond Targaryen x female ]

Will you play with me? 💦✨

[gamers • modern! Aemond x female ]

✨ Canon Aemond ✨

Refinement 💦💣

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

The Last Word 💣💀⭐

[ canon • Aemond x lady-in-waiting • female ]

Experience 💦💣⭐

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

Appearances 💦💣⭐✨

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

The Softest Whisper 💦💣💀⭐✨

[ Aemond • Targaryen x servant! • female ]

The Dearest Embrance (AE) 💦💣💀⭐✨

[ Aemond • Targaryen x servant! • female ]

Brother, Lover, Son 💦💣⭐✨

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

To desire, to love, to care 💦💣

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

Daugther, Lover, Sister 💣

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

Don’t make me laugh 💣

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Cupid's Chokehold

Aegon ii Targaryen x Reader

|Oneshot|

Warnings: Explicit language, implied nudity ig?? dude's ass was out for everyone to see in that one scene anyway?

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

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

A/N: Lol this one's kinda sad...Oh yeah, and no use of Y/N, couldn't get myself to do it.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" She entered their shared quarters, angry tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "For fuck's sake, Aegon!"

"Hm?"

"Where were you!?"

"What?"

She tore the sheets off of him. All he did was roll over and mutter something under his breath.

"Why do I even bother..." She sighed in defeat, crashing down on the corner of the bed. Their bed. At least in principle. In reality, the princess had spent most of their marriage sleeping on one of the lounging chairs they had in their chambers. She couldn't bring herself to get into the same bed as him. Especially when he smelled of wine, vomit, other women and Gods know what else...

"I never wanted this, you know..." She said more to herself, than him. "I would've been more than happier to marry some unknown lord of some unknown pile of shit on the other side of the realm."

There was no stopping now, it all came crashing down. The words kept spilling from her mouth.

"I can still see it. Me and this fanthom lord husband of mine, smiling at eachother, our children running around. A babe growing in my womb. I could've been so happy, Aegon...So,so happy."

Unbeknownst to her, he had heard it all. Red puffy eyes looked back at her, tears creeping their way down his flushed face and landing on the soft pillow under the prince's head. He sat up, hand reaching out for her.

"I never knew... I-" His voice trembling.

"How could have you ever known, you're never here..." She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, moving away from his touch. "Sometimes I wonder if you even know my fucking name"

She stood up abruptly and started circling around the room like a caged beast. A pair of crystal blue eyes followed her movements. Aegon could see it all now, clear as day. The pain, the distrust, the resentment.

"I tried loving you... Back when Cupid still had me in his chokehold" the woman let out a bitter laugh. "You fucking idiot, you have no idea what it's like! All I wanted was someone to love me. Someone to fucking love back! If that is love, then I don't know what love is..."

She slammed a hand against the wall, bones shattering. All the adrenaline that rushed through the young body kept her from feeling the severity of what she'd just done to herself.

"Instead I got you- a lifelong sentence. And I have yet to figure out what kind of monstrosity I must have committed to deserve such a punishment."

"Please, I'll-"

"You'll what? Change?" She interrupted. Her voice was barely above a whisper now, clutching her broken hand with the one that was still intact. "Oh, please. You've had all the time in the damn world to do it. You think me yelling at you once is what's gonna do it. Please, Aegon, even I am not that naive."

The prince looked down at her broken hand. He knew it. She was right.

"My dear, sweet Aegon..." The woman grabbed his chin between the thumb and index finger of her good hand, lifting up so he could meet her gaze once again. "You'll spend the rest of your life chasing whores and bottles. You're not good for much else. Remember that."

She bent down and kissed him gently. The first and last kiss they'd shared since the wedding ceremony. His eyes fluttered shut.

"Not long after your pretty silver hair will start to fall out. You'll get weak. Frail. The only children you'll father will be bastards that you'll never meet. And the only person that would have tried to love you for who you were, will be long gone..."

She was at the door by the time his eyes opened back up.

"Farewell, my love."

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icarusignite · 2 years

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An Eye for an Eye (part 1)

Pairing: Aemond x OC! Daenys Varyon-Targaryen

Summary: Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen is the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, but she shares the same true lineage as her brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. Having grown up beside Aemond Targaryen, she has become a friend, a companion, and eventually a beloved wife to him. But when the man she loves commits an unforgivable crime, she must choose between her beloved and her family.

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: I have seen so many edits of the scene where Vhagar chomps down on poor baby Lucerys and Aemond looks shaken and it got me in my feels so I thought I'd try my hand at my first fanfiction. Aemond is probably a bit OOC but I was craving regretful soft Aemond so here we are. This is also pretty canon divergent lol. This fic is also available on AO3

Word count: 1837

Daenys Targaryen walked the halls of the castle lost in thought. The past few days had been quite strenuous, with the death of her grandfather and the crowning of Queen Alicents son Aegon. Daenys yearned to return to Dragonstone to her mother, the rightful heir, and support her true claim. However, her access to the dragon pit had been forbidden and she was barely ever allowed to leave the castle unchaperoned. Someone was always watching her every move and she was beginning to feel stifled. Perhaps, she thought, a part of her stayed to try and convince her husband to join her mother's cause. It was a laughable thought really, because how could she of all people ever get Aemond to turn his back on his family?

They had been friends since childhood and when he had asked his father, the late King Viserys, to offer for her hand in marriage, Daenys was more than happy to accept, even if her mother was a little reluctant. Even her relationship with the Queen had once been one of companionship and tenderness, but the recent crowning of Aegon had placed a strain on their relationship. Daenys had once been Alicient's favourite of all of Rhaenyra's children, so much so that she had been the one to convince Rhaenyra regarding her betrothal to Aemond, speaking of alliances and powerful unions. It certainly helped that Daneys looked the part of a true Targaryen, unlike her beloved brothers whose parentage was always put into question. Perhaps, Alicent had taken advantage of Daenys's fondness for Aemond to keep her in King's Landing for a while longer as opposed to running off to Dragonstone to her mother. The royal family needed to present a united front during such a time of chaos.

As she reached the throne room, Daenys heard a commotion. There was yelling, a frustrated sigh, and then furious whispering. Daenys could barely make out the words but she could swear her name being said, along with her brother Lucerys's. Why would he be here, she wondered, but her heart raced with anticipation. Perhaps her mother had sent for her. The Hightowers couldn't very well keep her here if her mother officially summoned her and sent her brother to bring her back to Dragonstone.

With a skip in her step, she entered the throne room. However, her brother was nowhere to be seen and she was greeted by a strange scene. Otto Hightower and the dowager queen were engaged in heated whispers while Aegon sat on the iron throne laughing. Her eyes scanned the room and eventually landed on her husband. Aemond Targaryen looked lost. His eyepatch was missing, his eyes were wide in what looked like equal parts of disbelief and horror. His hair was mussed like he had just been out riding Vhagar. Something must have disturbed him while he was out, though Daenys couldn't think of a single thing that would possibly scare the mighty Aemond Targaryen. Worry gnawed at her either way as she rushed to his side to take his trembling hands in her own.

Her entrance silenced the entire room. Even Aegon halted his maniacal laughter. When the queen's eyes landed on her, they softened immediately. Aemond on the other hand froze and went pale. He refused to meet her eyes and pulled his hands away.

"Aemond are you alright?" she spoke gently, trying not to startle him further, "what's going on?"

At the sound of her voice, Aemond flinched. Aegon smirked.

"Tell her what happened. Go ahead. It is the best news I've heard in a long time," he crowed with pleasure.

At the sound of everyone's silence, Aegon laughed even louder.

"Daenys my dear, pay Aegon no mind. His majesty simply has too much on his mind. 'Tis nothing," Alicent said gently, coming over to put her hand comfortingly on Daenys's shoulder.

"Oh for God's sake, stop being such cowards. Tell her the truth. Why don't you tell her brother?" Aegon turned to Aemond. "Tell your beloved what you did to her brother!"

Daenys froze. Her brother? Is that why they were talking about him earlier? Had something happened to him? Her heart twisted as she tried to meet Aemond's eyes. Eyes that remained glued to the floor.

"My dear there's been an accident..." Alicent tried again before Aegon interrupted.

"Why let mother fight your battles against your lady wife Aemond? You seemed perfectly capable of fighting for yourself against that Strong Bastard. An eye for an eye was it then?"

Daenys's jaw dropped as she whirled towards Aemond with fury in her eyes.

"You fought with my brother? Why would you do that? Was that the accident then? Did you hurt him? Where is he now?"

"At the bottom of the..." Aegon stopped with a scowl as Aemond glared daggers at him.

"Your brother...uh he... he had an accident and unfortunately he didn't make it," Alicent whispered.

Oh.

All the fire went out inside of her and Daenys slumped to her knees on the floor. Aemond tried to approach her, speaking for the first time since she entered the room.

"Daenys, listen..."

She flinched away from his touch as he reached for her.

"Don't," she whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears.

"Daenys please," he pleaded.

Aegon was clearly enjoying this. He grinned at his brother.

"We shall have a grand feast for you, Kinslayer. Finally rid of that bastard. As king perhaps I shall gift you the Driftmark seat. You may rule the seas you earned with your lady love," he winked.

Aemond's eyes remain fixed on Daenys as she slowly turned towards him.

"How... how did it..." she could barely get the words out.

"It was an accident, I swear it. I tried to stop Vhagar but she wouldn't listen. I promise it was an accident," Aemond insisted, still trying to reach for her, even as she pulled farther away.

"Oh quit being modest brother. Tell her how you earned the name Kinslayer. Finally going after the bastard who took your eye. You were even kind enough to give him the choice of carving out his own eye. A courtesy I remember he did not offer you. It was only after he so rudely denied you your repayment that you went after him. As king, I declare it to be a fair game to be sure," Aegon winked at Daenys, recounting the entire tale of how Aemond gave chase to Lucerys and his dragon in Storm's End. His grin grew wider as her expression grew more horrified.

"If you are too upset with my brother to warm his bed, you know where to find me, don't you? After all, it was his dragon that took a nice big bite out of your brother."

A strangled cry of horror and disbelief escaped Daenys's lips as she glared at Aemond.

"You are still on about that? After all these years, you still haven't let it go?"

"He took my eye!" Aemond protested.

"He was 5! A child!"

“And what of me? I was a child too. A child who lost his eye and had to live with this hideous disfigurement for the rest of my life!”

“I'm sorry for that. Truly I am. I even offered you my eye as retribution for what my brother did. He was a child and didn’t know better. That still didn’t give you the right to take his life.”

"I... I'm telling you it was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I just got angry and wanted to teach him a lesson. I gave chase only as a prank, to scare him a little. I didn't mean for him to get hurt."

"He was still a child Aemond! You chased my little brother and his baby dragon across Storm's End on that monstrosity you ride. What did you expect?" Daenys sobbed, tears now streaming down her face. "You killed him. You and your stupid giant brute of a dragon killed my baby brother!"

"Daenys, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen," Aemond pleaded. He knelt next to her and tried to take her into his arms as her entire body seemed to vibrate with grief and rage.

It hurt him to see her this way, coming apart at the seams. She pulled away from him violently, taking deep shuddering breaths.

"Stay the hell away from me!" she shrieked.

Aemond lowered his hands, chest aching. He looked at his mother beseechingly until she knelt beside Daenys.

"Shhhh my darling. It's going to be ok. I'm sorry. He's sorry. We're sorry," Alicent soothed.

"NO!" Daenys screamed. "It won't be alright. My brother is dead. My brother is dead!"

Daenys doubled over, her insides burning. She pressed her forehead against the cool marble of the throne room and willed it to swallow her. Great sobs wracked her body and she pushed away the multitudes of arms that tried to hold her, to pull her up and carry her away. Then it became hard to breathe and when she started choking on her own frenzied cries, she allowed herself to slip into the darkness that hovered just at the edge of her consciousness.

Alicent looked at the girl who lay slumped on the floor in pity. First, by crowning Aegon as King and now by killing one of Rhaenyra's sons, her family had officially broken any and all bonds with Rhaenyra’s. This meant war to be sure. She did feel sorry for Daenys though. She cared for the girl more than she cared to admit. She was the only one of the ladies at court who didn't give her son Aemond a hard time over his missing eye, who wouldn't look at him with fear or disgust. She had always been kind to him, and Alicent knew her son's heart belonged wholly to the girl. It was a pity that it had come to this. While the girl herself posed no real threat to Alicent or the crown, especially as Aemond's bride, her family did.

"Take your wife up to your room Aemond. She needs to rest, the poor girl has worn herself out," Alicent gestured to Daenys's limp body that lay at their feet.

Aemond gathered her up in his arms as carefully as he could and made his way to their shared room. He looked at her with eyes full of remorse. He never meant to hurt her like this. He supposed the cruel part of him wanted to hurt Lucerys, but the part of him that loved Daenys was far greater and so all he was left with was a feeling of emptiness and self-loathing. He wondered if they could ever come back from this. If she would ever forgive him for this crime. He wondered if he even deserved her forgiveness.

As he gently tucked her into bed, he couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss upon her troubled brow. She whimpered in her slumber.

"I'm sorry Daenys."

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

Y/n is the only legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon

Silver hair and purple eyes, she is a year younger than her brother Luke and and 2 years younger than Aemond.

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

•Most people that knew Aemond would say he didn't have a caring bone in his body but that was untrue

•Aemond was very attentive after sex, he always cares for any aches and pains he's caused you and is also quick to ensure that you're cleaned up and comfortable, he loves snuggling you close to him every night

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

•His favorite body part of his has to be his hands, he always takes every opportunity to touch any and all of your soft skin with his hands, fingers tracing you every chance he gets, especially in public, needing people to see his claim on you as if your huge wedding in front of the entire realm wasn't enough

•His favorite body part of yours is your breasts, for obvious reasons, but if he had to pick another it would have to be your lips, he loves kissing you, pulling you as close as he could and feeling your lips on his cheek or neck during every meeting or annoying family dinner

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

•He insists on cumming inside of you every chance he gets. Every. Single. Time.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•His dirty secret was one he shared with you upon your wedding, he confessed how in love with you he had been in your youth, he watched you very closely as children and at every family affair after you had moved from Kings Landing back to Dragonstone with your family

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

•Aemond is not overly experienced, only having been with a women once before you when his older brother Aegon took him to a pleasure house upon his 15th birthday to "become a man"

•It was actually a very traumatic experience for him and he refused to do anything like that again

•His brother liked to tease him, acting as if Aemond had no sex drive because he didn't like to screw women in whore houses, however that couldn't be farther from the truth. Aemond was extremely horny, his sex drive was off the charts however he only wanted you and unlike Aegon he would never disrespect you or sully your marriage by cheating on you with anyone

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

•Missionary. Aemond preferred to look into your eyes when he fucked you, he wanted to see the look on your face when he was pushing you over the edge, needed to watch your eyes roll into the back of your head when he made you cum

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•While Aemond had his goofy moments very rarely, usually he was quite serious, determined to push you to the precipice over and over again

•He also had quite a few sweet and tender moments as well, always seeming to know when you needed him to be your loving, affectionate and gentle husband

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•He doesn't have much body hair that's not on his head to be honest, and the patch he does have, you immediately notice isn't bad or unkept

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

•Aemond is very sweet to you from the first moment

•Everyone in the family, in Kings Landing, and honestly in the realm would and did believe that Aemond was a cruel, violent man, he came off unpleasant and unkind but when it came to you, the women he loves, the One-Eyed Prince was a gentle and loving man

•He made it clear from the first moment you found out your marriage had been arranged that he would never hurt you, never force you to do something you were uncomfortable with and never be unfaithful to you, it was something that truly shocked you as you expected to live your life with a cruel, violent man who delighted in humiliating and cheating on you much like his older brother but your husband was quick to quell your fears

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Masterbation was all Aemond had before you got married, he wasn't into one night stands or pleasure houses

•After you were married, while he would occasionally still Jack off, unless you were sick or in some kind of discomfort he didn't see the reason to do it while you were his wife, even your period didn't dissuade Aemond, he was borderline needy for you 24/7

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•Breeding Kink- Aemond was obsessed with filling you with his cum, he loved cumming inside of you, not just because you loved it yourself and would often beg for it but because he was obsessed with the idea of filling you with his child. He wanted more than anything to see you round with his child, a child that no one would be able to question the validity of

•'Uncle' Kink- Aemond, though he was only 2 year older than you, was your mothers little brother and he enjoyed every time you called him that during sex

•Dragon Kink? (Idk what else to call it)- Aemond often took you flying on Vhagar, your dragon was one that hatched in your crib as a babe so it was too small currently for more than one rider but Vhagar was plenty big enough and once you were up in the air your husband enjoyed turning you around and making you ride him (all while safely tied to the saddle of course)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•If not on dragon back then Aemond just preferred your bedroom. Upon the wedding you two had moved into a huge room with a giant balcony and he always seemed to find something new to bend you over or some new way to fuck you in the sun

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•Aemond doesn't need much motivation, he's ready to go every time he sees you however every single time he sees you holding one of Aegon and Helaena's children he is instantly struck with the need to fill you with as much of his cum as he can

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

•Choking, he doesn't like the idea of you not being able to breathe

•Anything that will cause you pain, specifically making you bleed or bruising your body- He loves biting you and leaving bruises and love bites on your chest, thighs and pussy, even on your butt where he's quite often given you a bite when you've been laying on your stomach, however he refuses to leave bruises on your neck and jaw where other people can see it as he doesn't want to make you look 'trashy', knowing how judgmental people are, but he also refused to hit you in any way, even spanking you and leaving marks on your butt. He spanked you once at your request and the sight of the bruises on your ass made him ill, he doesn't like the idea of hurting you in any way

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•Any man in their right mind prefers receiving and Aemond is no exception, however he is one of the few men you know of who is willing to let alone actually enjoys eating you out

•Before your wedding day Aemond refused to sleep with you, however much to your surprise a few days before the wedding when you were on a picnic together in the garden he crawled under your skirt and sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue exploring your pussy. You had only ever heard about men doing this for a women and you knew most men didn't but there in the garden, 3 days before your wedding, hidden behind his dragon Vhagar, he laced his fingers with yours and ate you out until you came three separate times

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•99% of the time Aemond is rough and fast paced though he does have the ability to be slow and tender when he knows it's what his Princess needs of him

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•Aemond absolutely prefers to take his time with you however a quickie is often necessary, especially when your One-Eyed Prince is feeling particularly possessive which often happens when either Aegon is drunk and flirting with you which happens much too often, or when your brothers Jace and Luke rile your Prince up too much

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•Aemond is not much of an exhibitionist, if he's fucking you outside where people could see it's at a time that he's 100% sure no one even could see, namely someplace that Vhagar is close by and no one in their right mind would approach the massive 200 year old female dragon

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

•Your first night of married life Aemond kept you up for hours, going at it 9 times, he has the stamina to go for quite some time though usually he takes pity on you at some point and allows you to sleep, sometimes even (with your permission) continuing to fuck you even after you've passed out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•He doesn't own toys, he doesn't need them and he ensures you have no need of them either

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•He is rarely in the mood to tease you, he prefers to worship you and give you pleasure until you can take no more

•If he is in a teasing mood however it'll only last as long as it takes for you to beg, once you start begging he will give you anything you want

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•He growls quite a lot, and snarls occasionally

•Apart from some animalistic sounds he doesn't make much noise at all, it's very rare you get a full moan out of him

W = Wild Card (Get a random Headcanon for the character of your choice)

•Your One-Eyed Prince had a fairly traumatic first sexual experience and while Aegon would say he had 'no reason to complain' and that 'every boy wishes he could have a first time like that' you knew it was something Aemond hated and that made him very uncomfortable to think and talk about

•He loves you very much and he loves fucking you but it took him a bit of time to truly get comfortable with you, letting go with you and being able to give you any amount of control took him a while and a lot of trust and you knew you would never take it for granted

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

•Aemond isn't very thick but length wise he's just over 8 inches and can hit all the right places

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•You made assumptions about Aemond just like everyone else did because of the fact that unlike his brother, he didn't come off as a horny asshole however you were WRONG

•Your wedding night proved to you that your husband was actually very horny, and could keep going for quite a while

•He was gentle your first time that night knowing that you were nervous and pure however after that first time neither of you could get enough of each other and you were incredibly surprised by how many times he was able to go again...(9 times through your wedding night)

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•Aemond is not very quick to sleep, though you often are yourself, he is quite fond of staying awake for a bit if not just because he wants to clean you up

•He enjoys staying awake for an extra half an hour just to watch you sleep for a while, he loves how tranquil you look especially on days where you've had a particularly stressful time, getting to watch that stress melt away as he fucks it out of you and then see how restful and peaceful you are when you dream is the highlight of his long, hard days

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visxenyax · 9 months

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-𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊

Synopsis: Aemond has been sent to find his granddaughter, in the middle of the night! Warning: Incest; possessive;(soft) brat kink; SMUT; NSFW ---------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night and along the path that led to the village of Westrose, there was Aemond who with his black steed with thick hair, were traveling that road in search of his niece, who was no longer at the castle for just over a few hours. Finally the young prince wearing a robe with a hood came to the village, tethered his steed to the side of the village entrance warm, because of the illuminations and people dancing, getting drunk, gambling and you could even glimpse, of couples in the middle of a sexual act;

he wasted no time when the young man was harassed by two prostitutes, a male who promised him divine experiences and the woman who told him that if he went with her, she would take him to see the seven gods!

<<Let me pass!>> he said in a cold voice and his temper was also icy, on the other hand it was his nature to always be icy and cold! The prostitutes were embittered, but on the other hand they were used to having similar behaviors from people; without remorse Aemond resumed his search for his niece; she was renowned for being a fairly open person, not very disciplined, who loved the freedom of the world, and hated being a princess locked up 24/7 inside a luxurious palace. As he went further and further, the number of people increased; continuing at this pace, he arrived at the square where there was a large wooden slab where belly dancers danced on it

Bodies with abundant and not abundant curves, which with their movements could enchant anyone, those curves and sinuous and sensual movements, lust but also the joy in expressing oneself by dancing transpired from them, a dance full of sensuality but also of happiness and joy . In the middle of the slab it was possible to notice a mane with long white hair, so long that it reached up to his bottom, it seemed made of shiny silk, although it was visually splendid and soft. "There she is," thought Aemond.

In his rough way, Aemond waded into the fray and forcefully took his niece's arm and dragged her away from the slab; the girl didn't seem to react at first, but when she turned around and saw who it was and what was going on, she became furious and was trying to wriggle out of his grip in every way, looking like a wild young filly. <<Let me go, uncle! I told you to let go of this fucking grip!>>she yelled, but he paid no attention

"Do you know what the fuck time it is?! it's time to stop doing your usual little girly shit and act like a princess, and you can't come here at this hour!>>Aemond's head whipped around towards her, and his face was full of anger, his eyebrows were furrowed, while his one eye was wide open, you didn't need the other eye to cause concern, that alone was enough; only from that could his anger be seen, through his glacial eye <<You are angry?>> Visenya looked down, she was scared and sorry for his behavior, he didn't like it when his uncle scared him so, she always felt uncomfortable almost disappointed in his presence when he behaved like this… Aemond didn't answer and turned away, still yanking his niece towards the exit that wasn't very close to them. Visenya's arm started to ache... <<Aemond…let go, you're hurting me, I won't run away, I promise>> said Visenya Without doubting Aemond aware of the too much force he had put on the girl's arm, I immediately loosened my grip, but it was too loose that Visenya escaped from his clutches. ''Holy sh-'' With a skilful shot he chased his niece, it wasn't easy to catch her, the young woman was rather plump but had muscles in her legs, which allowed her to have a fairly fast run.

the race was slowly becoming more and more exhausting, Visenya was trudging so to the first barn she saw, she darted into it, hiding behind a giant accumulation of pairs; lying down on a bed also made of the same material as the accumulation of pairs.

exhausted by running, she lay dead weight on it, hoping not to be found by her uncle. Aemond couldn't find her anymore, for the first time a feeling of panic hid inside him; thinking about how many punishments he would have had if he hadn't found her. Or to the millions of problems that her mysterious disappearance would cause, the people loved her, and would like her to become the future queen, for this Aemond must find her at all costs, for the kingdom.

without thinking he entered the barn in which his niece had entered, the place gave off her perfume

<<I know you're here, Visenya, show yourself!>> He was calling her back, even though he was looking for her everywhere, inside that place. He finally reached the place where Visenya was hidden, and there he could see the candor and sensuality of his niece...

her green, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with that innocent look, her heart-shaped mouth, half open with surprise at having been found; her curvy body, her slender legs....

An intense heat slowly built inside Aemond

<<Visenya, get up...and come- let's go!>>

Visenya shook her head as she pulled back

The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virilityAemond was more and more fascinated, his member felt it, he felt he was going crazy... the tissue that trapped him was becoming more and more tight and annoying.. ''Fuck..'' even her thoughts were reeling with lust Aemond closed his eyes inhaling all the air he could, letting it out two minutes later, he had to calm down, but he felt the young girl caressing the inside of his thigh "What are you doing, brat- Visenya's hands were climbing more and more, until they reached Aemond's covered linguine... <<If you don't stop, the fire will burn you>>Aemond said <<Eh..then burn me, under this pair, let's create hell inside this barn>> she answered longing for Aemond. Aemond quickly lowered himself joining his lips on those of the young woman, in a hungry kiss, he was in need of her attention, that attention he had craved since time immemorial, his member was bursting with the desire he had for his Visenya, always the defined as hers even if she was unaware, wherever she went, she had her icy shadow, watching her, longing for her, protecting her. the kiss grew more and more fierce, adding their tongues from both sides, a kiss that became red-hot; Aemond wanted her and without thinking twice, he took both sides of the corset she was holding and forcefully split the corset, ripping the dress underneath; revealing the curves of her young, soft curves, almost milky white skin; her body in Aemond's eyes was perfect, her small breasts were grabbed and licked by the young man; the small nipple of the left breast was meticulously licked by his long and wet tongue. Making the girl moan, her repeated moans were like choirs of angels to Aemond... Visenya's hands were helping her uncle strip off the clothes he was wearing, leaving him shortly thereafter naked; his body was lean and muscular, but not too much, he wasn't excessively full of scars, but these little accessories made a bad impression on him, made him a fascinating man in the eyes of the girl. The hands that were previously busy stripping him were now busy on the young man's modest member, caressing and giving him pleasure. The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virility

Aemond's hips started moving towards the girl, he wanted to feel more pleasure.

<<I want to hear you, Aemond, come to me>>

The young man didn't have to repeat it, he grabbed the girl's legs and dragged her upwards, bringing her close to his virility, eager. He entered her with such slowness as to send her to the gallows, he wanted to make every inch of himself felt inside her; the young woman was moaning, her moans were driving Aemond crazy and from there the inferno lit up, Aemond began to give decisive and repeated jabs, the young woman's body was slammed back and forth, their pleasure was increasing greatly , Aemond's composure had become nothing, his soft moans were making themselves heard, a chorus of moans could be heard inside that barn. Movements of hips more and more animalistic was giving, the young man felt his heart explode from the pleasure that the girl's flesh gave him. More and more he wanted the girl, he loved the young man's member inside her, he loved how he was giving it to her Aemond and Visenya were almost at their climax, the two mouths that had parted, reunited, as his hands returned to her small breasts, squeezing and releasing, moving it from side to side, as the movements of boy they became less and less until the last jab she gave him was so decisive and dry that it made the young girl's eyes widen, making her gasp.... Aemond's orgasm poured out onto the pair that was next to her body; while Visenya's climax was heard by a scream of pleasure… ----------------------------------------- The bodies lay side by side, sleeping, and weary from the sexual intercourse they've just had.

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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that drunk fic was beautiful 😂

now I just wish for Y/n who was Aegon's bff, frat boy Aegon and his buddy who always got into the worst of trouble and were a riot to watch at bars, strip clubs/or tavern and whorehouse, they were always around and somehow Aemond grew up and got engaged to them.

he's always in a state of between 'the love of my life, my dear heart' and 'oh gods there's two of them'

Aegon: *face down at breakfast beside his plate of eggs, groaning loudly*

Y/n, still a little drunk and nursing a goblet of dragon-scale coffee while Haelena (who loves them) tells them about her spider: "hell yeah"

Aemond: "I can't not marry them."

haha thank you so much, I am so glad I have wonderful people gracing my inbox with their brilliance. I wrote a lil blurb of the morning after the "worm" incident with hungover Aegon and reader hehe

"Aegon, you have scrambled egg on your face." Aemond's voice, soft and low as it was, grated against every aching part of your brain.

"mmmpfth." Aegon answered, making little effort to clean himself, instead choosing to remain with his cheek pressed to his full breakfast plate.

"Articulate."

"Stop talking, Aemond."

You took a cue from Aegon and laid your throbbing forehead against the cool wood of the table, luckily it was just the three of you at breakfast that morning. You shut your tired eyes against the crisp dawn light.

"I am surrounded by drunkards, it seems."

"Stop talking, Aemond!" You and Aegon spoke together, your groans of pain harmonizing in the dining hall.

"And churls." Aemond huffed, you heard his chair scrape the stone floor as he rose, making no effort to be quieter.

Footsteps approached where you sat with your head against the table. You sighed in relief, feeling long fingers begin caressing your scalp. The clink of a cup being set beside you caused you to sit up, Aemond still massaging your head.

"A special concoction to help with the hangover." Aemond said softly, giving your scalp a few more strokes before moving over to where you could see Aegon still laying in his food.

"Drink this, brother! Helaena made it, she's become quite adept at the crafting of such potions being married to your sorry personage."

Aemond made no effort to be gentle with Aegon, practically slamming the cup of hot dark liquid onto the table next to Aegon's puffy face, bending over to speak loudly into his ear.

"Fuck you." Aegon complained, nevertheless he sat up enough to drain the mug.

"Hmm. Next time, you will stop refilling my wife's wine goblet the first time I ask, or I will do much worse."

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aemondsbeloved · 2 years

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Aegon and Aemond having the same childhood friend who they both fall in love with headcanons

request/summary: Aegon and Aemond having the same childhood best friend and they both fall in love with them over the years? Would they share? Would they fight? (Goes w/o saying 💀)

warnings/notes: this turned out kinda angsty whoops, Aegon in this is very close to his character in the show so he is not great, mentions of alcohol consumption, there is no blacks vs greens drama in this because I can only take so much angst

Aegon and Aemond have a tempestuous dynamic with Aegon enjoying showing authority over Aemond in their youth and making fun of him while Aemond looks down on Aegon. To both of them, they thought they had little in common with one another.

That was true until they both ended up having the same friend, you.

You were brought to court early in your life as your father had been chosen to be on the King’s small council. Being about the same age as Aegon and Aemond you ended up spending much time with them.

At first you were drawn to Aemond and began a friendship with him, thoroughly enjoying his company. But it was not soon after you had found yourself surprisingly enjoying Aegon’s company as well, though usually separate from his younger brother.

Aegon could be very difficult, which was putting it kindly. Many of the other children in the court found him crude and unprincely on his best of days.

It was a great shock to you when you both began to spend time together that he began to be a little less crude. His sense of humor was unchanged but the Queen had noticed he was not as heavy in the drinks as of late. It took quite some time, by the time you had both starting coming of age and leaving your childhood, for the Queen to notice that Aegon was changed partly due to you.

In the beginning, when you were still children and made the decision to spend time with the Princes you were surprised with how irate they both were. Princes were not accustomed to sharing but as time went on they accepted it.

As the years went by you became great friends with both the Princes, not quite having a preference between them and the princes even got along a little better when you were in their shared company.

Aegon was not so cruel to Aemond and Aemond did not even dislike his brother quite as much.

You would spend time with them playing outside in a wild way that was not proper of all of you, much to your mother’s dismay. Luckily the Queen seemed to not care, happy enough that her sons were not always on another anymore and even began to get a little bit more along.

It was admittedly easier for you to understood Aemond while Aegon’s actions sometimes perplexed you. You had been with both Princes when Aegon shared that his mother betrothed him and his sister, Helaena.

You did not see how bad it was, truly. Helaena was good natured and a sweet person, seeing no reason why he would be so perturbed by marrying her one day.

When you had asked him why this upset him so and Aemond had added if he was betrothed he would at least do his duty, Aegon had grown annoyed, saying that she was not who he would wish to marry.

You did not know what to make of it and you could not ask him as he had scoffed at you both and walked away.

Things were not always so tense but it seemed the more time went on the more tense Aegon made things. You could not know why but had no way of preventing it. He was kinder when alone with you but whenever his brother was near, he did no such thing, becoming harsher and more irritated.

As more time went on there began to be some rifts between you three, mostly on Aegon’s part. When Aemond’s eye had been taken when they were at Driftmark you had not been in attendance, staying in the Red Keep.

Upon their return you were distraught as your friend Aemond had been changed in more ways than one. His eye was gone and he had a gruesome scar to prove it. What was most upsetting was how Aegon seemed to not care when they returned.

It rubbed you the wrong way and you were cross with him. Letting out your own aggravations, you said he should have been at Aemond’s side and he was upset because to him, you always took Aemond’s side before his.

That evening you had called him selfish in an outburst and left him in the room you stood in. Things had not been quite the same after that. You and Aegon had patched the hole in your friendship but subconsciously, you had sought out Aemond more. As a result, Aegon went back to old habits, going to his cup.

It was harder, though, as you got older. Aegon and Aemond turned into men and you were not child either, reaching your maidenhood.

No matter how often you would seek Aegon out he began pushing you away. At this time you were aware of his drinking habits and thought you could persuade him otherwise. You were not, however, aware of his treatment of female servants.

You were not oblivious as a person but as time went on, you had failed to realize who the boy you befriended had become. The Queen nor his brother thought you had to know what Aegon was like these days without your presence.

Your mention of how your father had begun to search for matches for yourself now that you had come of age only sent him fuming away from you.

It had become exhausting and heartbreaking, trying to be around him knowing he usually acted so upset these days. When he married Helaena this only worsened. He seemed to evade you at all times and when you were at the same events you began to see how crude he became and could not bear to become close to him.

You decided you could not worry about him anymore. He was married to his good sister-wife, after all, and you had to worry about finding a husband your father would approve of. No matter how it hurt your heart, you could not help Aegon now.

No one could blame you, really, when you drew away from Aegon and spent most of your time with Aemond.

If the years had been cruel to Aegon, they had been good to Aemond despite his misfortune.

You had come to notice his intellect, his strength, and his care to those who was fond of the older you grew. Despite his loss of one eye, he was far more skilled than anyone else of his age by he had come of age.

You sought him out without intending to, much like when you were young but it felt so much different now.

You had once spoke to him about Aegon, how you wished to help him but could not see how.

“My brother is beyond help,” He had said with an expression full of contempt. “Your efforts are noble but pointless I am sorry to say.”

Even then, you could see that there was something about Aegon everyone would not say to you. It was a good thing, perhaps, because if you knew his true nature it might break your heart for the boy you remembered him as.

As time went on, you did not come to Aemond just to speak of Aegon. Eventually you just enjoyed each other’s company and the mention of his brother failed to come up.

Afternoons were spent in a way different way. No longer did you run wild with both the brothers around and out of the castle, but you walked with Aemond’s arm in yours around the castle. You read together, he told you stories of histories he had learned, you strolled the gardens.

It was a simple, comfortable presence you enjoyed with him.

You did not realize your father had stopped bringing you suitors for weeks. The first person you mentioned this to was Aemond one of the days you walked with him. You told him how odd it was that your father, so desperate for him to find you a good match, had stopped bringing suitors to you.

“Your father came to me,” Aemond only said, smiling and watching your expression carefully. “And I had offered myself as a match for you. He accepted, of course.”

You looked at him in surprise yet you were not surprised at all. “So we have been courting for weeks and you failed to tell me this,” You only smiled back at him, a teasing glint in your own eyes. This is not something that surprised you, in fact it was something the boy you had once known would have done, always hiding his plan until the last.

Suddenly he was looking at you seriously, holding your hands in his. “We have been friends since we were children and I have always been fond of you. Everyone knew this but you, always looking after my brother instead. I could make you happy, you know.”

A tinge of regret hit you, wishing you had noticed Aemond’s silent devotion earlier on. “You have always brought me joy, Aemond. But I am glad to see you now as you are,” You said with great meaning, giving his hands a squeeze.

He only looked at you warmly, offering you his arm again, which you took. Continuing your walk you felt something lighter and maybe even more peaceful rise within you.

Days later you had attended a dinner with the King’s entire family. Even Princess Rhaenyra, her three children, Prince Daemon, and his two daughters were in attendance.

After a long dinner you could not help but look at Aegon, seeing his state and wondering briefly if this was the same person you once knew.

When you heard his comment to Rhaena, telling her she could bed him if her soon to be husband Jacaerys was insufficient, you felt a bit sick.

You could not bear looking at him now, instead looking at Aemond as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

Toasts were given, a family reunited and you had seen Aemond get up.

“A final toast,” He had said, a gracious expression on his face as he looked around the table. “Lady Y/N and I are betrothed to be married by Spring’s end. To my soon to be lady wife, who I hope to always be worthy of her love.”

Cheers and applause were heard and you felt a bit soft, not just at his actions but at how his parents acted to the news. “How wonderful,” you heard the King Viserys say to Queen Alicent. “A good match, my Queen. Theirs will be a good union.”

It was later where you were embraced by Aemond’s family that you had scarcely been acquainted with like his half-sister Princess Rhaenyra with her congratulations. It was only after that when Aemond was speaking with his nephews and you thought to speak to Helaena as you were soon to be sisters when Aegon stopped you, reeking of wine.

“You always did prefer him,” He said lowly. “I should have known.”

You turned to look at him, feeling disgusted. “You’re drunk, Aegon. You should think of what you are going to say.”

He was going to say more, you knew he was and you could feel Aemond looking at you across the room, so you did what you knew would prevent a fight as soon as Aegon said something foul, you turned from him quickly and went to Aemond’s side.

His eyes said it all, asking silently if his brother had done something. You only took his arms in yours, smiling as you were glad to be in his company. “No, I would just like to retire for the evening. It has been an exciting night and I wish to rest is all.”

As Aemond led you out the room, you could feel Aegon’s eyes on your back but you did not look back. You could not look at him the same way. Nothing would be the same anymore but you were not children anymore.

Now, you had Aemond, a good man and who you knew would be a good husband to you. There was no point looking back anymore.

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12 Minutes Of Rain

Aegon Targaryen x Reader The prince runs away from the Red Keep, jumps off Sunfyre into your family’s estate and asks you to dye his hair.

Wordcount: 1,657 Warnings: There’s one mildly mean guy to both you and Aeg, Aegon trying to be a funny guy, your father being an even funnier guy

"You can't be serious." "I am. I have a bottle of pigment right here." Prince Aegon shakes a leather satchel attached to his person. He came all the way from King's Landing to your family's seat. You witnessed his beautiful dragon- Sunfyre, scoop low from the cloudy skies to drop off a chunk that rolled down the green hills, and then the dragon flew off into the distance. You pick up your skirts to see what the dragon has dropped, hoping it wasn't dragon droppings. Instead, you find something worse: it was the Prince Aegon Targaryen.

Months ago when you were staying in King's Landing with your father, Prince Aegon found a confidant in you. He complains and vents out to you how he is unfit to be a prince, let alone a king. Minding your embroidery work, Aegon must've mistaken your silence for agreeing with his sentiments. In all honesty, you're not quite sure about his situation at the moment. Aegon puts on his hood and grabs your arm, leading you back to your family's castle. Upon entry, you took the lead in sneaking him into your quarters. So here you find yourself in front of your vanity dresser, dyeing the prince's beautiful platinum hair with dark brown pigment he's smuggled from gods know where, combing it and applying oils to keep it from clumping together and smelling awful. "So hang on, you ran away from the capital because...?" "Because I'm tired of having to be a prince. I don't want to be a prince, let alone a king! They want to betroth me to some stranger I don't even like!" Aegon blurts out, feeling refreshed to finally say it out loud. All the whispering and silent scheming in the Red Keep made him feel like he was constantly choking. "... and dyeing your hair brown...?" "Hides the fact that I'm Targaryen. Come on, Y/n, keep up" He rolls his eyes at you, a pretty bold move considering you're holding a whole jar of dye. "Wait, are you planning on staying here? How am I going to explain that to my father?!" You ask the prince, looking at him through the mirror, a million thoughts running through your mind. "I can help with the farm, or a stablehand, anywhere! Just not the kitchens." He said, having the audacity to be picky. Aegon seems quite pleased with his freshly dyed hair, closely studying his reflection and muttering something about how he eerily looks like his mother the queen. Sorting out the prince's clothing was another challenge. Although he isn't dressed in his princely regalia, his current clothing was still unbelievably luxurious for a stablehand or farmer. Hidden at the bottom of your clothes chest lay a few sets of commoner clothes for when you sneak out to town- a fact that causes an issue with the prince. "Sneaky sneaky y/n, I never thought you'd be the type!" He says, giving you an almost dirty look. You move to grab the clothes back. Aegon laughs and moves away, taunting you to chase him around your quarters. 'I'm the bigger person. I'm the bigger person' you chant to yourself, praying for strength and patience. Aegon unceremoniously unlaces his trousers, dropping them at where he stood, and then stepping into the less glamourous sack-cloth trousers. Then he pulls off his shirt, whipping it and tossing it away, fully expecting a maid to pick up after him. His behaviour almost distracts you from his pale and spotless skin, almost glowing under the pale, silver-oyster sunlight streaming through your windows. His strong chest muscles ripple from the movement of putting the shirt on. Your eyes drag down to his soft and perfectly cuddly tummy. He catches you staring. Before Aegon starts opening his mouth, you run through your impromptu checklist of the things to be done for him to get settled. Sneaking out of the room is a lot less trouble than getting in. An average servant following the young lady of the castle was less of a deal than a silver-haired man. Heading toward the stables, Aegon takes his time to look around the field, freely enjoying the wind on his face, not getting weird looks for being a prince. Just then, another man stops the both of you on your path. Aegon notices you visibly stiffening in your steps. "Lady Y/n!" The man stops in front of you. "Isn't it too hot for you to go about? Why don't you stay inside, maybe finish up your embroidery, eh?" You looked like you wanted to escape the situation as soon as possible. It wasn't even that hot, in fact, it looked like it was about to rain. You did not appreciate Lord Harren's son approaching you, especially when you had such precious cargo in tow. He thinks he's a gentleman but every word he says to you is an insult. "I've got some business to attend to, Axell." You answer, eyeing the stables a few paces ahead. Axell follows your line of sight. "Yikes," Aegon whispers. "Are you going riding? Let me escort you then!" The lord's son reaches for your hand which you quickly retract, earning another 'yikes' from Aegon. Axell frowns at your behaviour. "Y/n, there's no point for you to show disrespect to your future intended," His tone darkens all of a sudden. ", especially in front of the servants." He eyes Aegon standing behind you, who has run out of 'yikes'. "Don't flatter yourself, Axell, no announcement has been made for my betrothal." You give him a pointed look, immediately shutting him down. The arrogant future lord seems fairly embarrassed, checking his surroundings if the rest of the servants heard your conversation. No one else seemed to mind, except Aegon, who is now the recipient of his wrath. "And what are you looking at, simpleton?!" He points at Prince Aegon Targaryen. This time the 'yikes' came from you. "I'm looking at a massive egotistical idiot who's probably compensating for something small." The prince answers, raising his eyebrows at something below Axell's belt. Before swords could be drawn, you take Aegon's arm to pull him towards the stables. "Okay, you can't do that!" You tell the prince off. "And you can't let him do that!" Aegon answers back. Since when did he become a champion for women?? "You don't know the situation here, so don't go messing about with the affairs of this jurisdiction. I am doing what I can to keep my father happy, to hold this realm together, and if marriage to that twat you've just insulted will save us all then so be it." You defend while pacing about, sorting out a suitable living space in the stables. Aegon is silent for a while, thinking if "I am a prince of the seven kingdoms" was a good response to the argument considering he was literally trying to get away from his duties. It wasn't. Rain begins to pelt the hay roof of the stables, causing the horses to whine out in irritation. You continue to sort out the place which remains unsuitable for an average stable boy. Your frustration is evident in your face, eyes distressed and annoyed. Aegon now feels unwelcome and apologetic. "I'm sorry, we can't make this work. We have to return to the castle, I can't let you stay here." You beat him to an apology. Aegon felt it was wrong to protest so he remains quiet and follows you out. The way back somehow felt longer. Mud begins to cake up your shoes, the rain soaking your clothes, and the awkward tension between both of you felt heavier than the rain. You continue to walk a few paces ahead of the prince, knowing well that he's following due to the awkward splash of his footsteps in poor-quality boots. The castle is now within reach when Aegon calls your name, asking you to wait. You stop in your tracks, waiting for him to catch up with you. "I'm sorry too. It was irresponsible of me to just show up and inconvenience you with whatever troubles I had back home." He apologizes, standing next to you. He sounded so close to you, it sent a shiver down your spine, blaming it on the rain. You had no response. "Are you going to marry him?" "That's a very illogical question, Aegon." "Answer it anyway. Your prince commands it." He couldn't hold back anymore. "I don't have much of a choice now, do I?" You finally face him. You were shocked to see that most, if not all of the dye, had washed out of his hair. Glorious streaks of silver frame his face. He was absolutely glowing at that moment. Before you could alert him of his washed-out disguise, the prince pulls you by your arms and snakes an arm around your waist, leaving less than an inch between your faces. "What if I tell you that you actually have a choice?" He whispers, lips so deliciously close to yours. Your mind fizzles blank and you couldn't tell which one of you closed the gap between. His lips were cold but almost immediately warms up against yours. His hand rests on your cheek to keep you closer, chasing the cold away with everything he was trying to convey through that kiss. At some point the rain stopped, and so did your kiss. The skies cleared up almost immediately, a rainbow appearing in the distance. A loud, booming voice rattles you just then, your father had witnessed you and the very recognizable Prince Aegon Targaryen kissing. Standing beside your father was Axell, who probably attempted to protest your behaviour to your father, telling on you like you were some child. "Interesting developments today regarding your courtship, eh daughter?" Your father's tone, ever playful. He then eyes the prince and invites him inside to warm up, winking and raising his eyebrows at you.

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Hello, I loveddd your recent Aegon-post. I would like to share an Aegon x Reader idea that I would love to hear your take on. My pitch: Noblewoman is engaged to Aemond and very pleased. He is handsome, gentle with her, very strong, skilled, well-read and intelligent. Yet she can not seem to be able to resist his brother Aegon, whose advances appalls her almost as much as he intrigues her.

Irresistible

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW themes(only hinted at)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and tickle you with an axe!

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

A/N: Why, thank you, kind stranger! Glad to hear you liked it. And as I usually do, I'd like to apologize for taking my sweet time with posting the results. Cheers!

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The brothers were complete opposites, she'd come to realize. Aemond, her betrothed, was rough, cold and distant to the rest of the world, but soft, warm and sweet to her. He always had a kind word for her. The prince was so careful whenever she was around, as if not to spook her away.

The two spent most of their time in the Red Keep's library, reading to eachother. Stealing longing glances. Averting their eyes as one caught the other.

When they weren't in the library, the lady was watching him train with Ser Criston. Gods, he was strong... Through most of his training sessions, the lady could be seen standing off to the side, almost drooling at the sight of Aemond Targaryen swinging at his opponent. And who could blame her? The young man was ridiculously attractive. That patch made it even harder for her to keep her hands off...

Aemond rarely ever touched her. And when he did, it was for a second or two and always sickeningly innocent. Not because he didn't want to, no. Not even because it was deemed inappropriate. But because he wanted her to voice her needs before he acted. Aemond wanted to hear her give herself to him completely.

The older one, on the other hand...Prince Aegon was a menace. He sure lived up to all the stories she'd heard about him. He cared little that the lady was soon to be his sister-in-law. He cared even less about hiding his lust. His desire.

His insatiable hunger scared her. But there was more to what she felt. She knew it deep down, even if she tried to deny it. It excited her. The shiver that ran down her spine when the prince took her hand in his and kissed it the first time they met said more than enough. The woman could tell all the lies she wanted, Aegon could see right through all of them. Aemond could too.

She knew it wasn't right. She was to be married to Aemond soon, but the short-haired man was just as delicious looking as his younger brother. It was pure torture.

Unlike him, Aegon wasn't afraid to touch her. It amused him, the way she'd blush as his hands would find their way around her waist, all under the pretext of having to pass through right where she stood. Her reaction to his flirtatious little comments was even better. Lips parted slightly, eyes open wide, chest heaving, hands shaking. It was the same thing every single time.

"You know, brother... We've known each other for quite some time now, wouldn't you agree?" Aegon joked one night, after she'd left the two and headed for her chambers.

Aemond only hummed in response, glazed expression on his face. He couldn't say why, but he'd felt inclined to accept his brother's offer to join him for a drink after the feast. His patch now laid discarded on the small table between the two as they poured themselves glass after glass.

"As brothers, we've had to learn how to share from a pretty young age..." The older one trailed, his eyes meeting with those of his brother- the real one, as well as the sapphire. The light of the fire they sat close to was bouncing off of the gemstone in all directions.

"Careful now, brother. She's not a toy. My woman doesn't exist for you to play with whenever you're bored of your whores."

"She's not yours yet, is she? And you're mistaken, brother... I do not wish for you to give her to me. As I said, we've learned how to share...right?"

Aemond hummed once more, his cocky smirk finding way back to his face. He was no longer looking at Aegon, but instead over his head. Towards the now open door.

"I am not the one you should be asking for permission, Aegon."

"Then I should go and ask her then? Is that what you're telling me?"

"No need. Just turn around and speak the words."

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Protective | Modern AU Aegon

Fluffy Aegon one shot

Y/N and Aegon have been friends for years, Aegon being the party boy he was had dragged you to yet another party. Suddenly seriously regretting it as he saw another guy with his hands all over your body.

Aegon stared from the corner of the room, slumped up against a wall, beer in hand. He was about 10 beers down, most people would be drunk by this point, but Aegon could hold his alcohol, it was one of his few talents he felt.

His best friend Y/N was flirting with a guy on the opposite side of the room, Aegon knew it was innocent, that she didn’t really fancy him, but the anger he felt made him force himself to stay back.

After a few more moments, the guy, who Aegon realises is a guy in her class she’d been talking about called Henry, puts his hand on Y/N’s cheek, that’s when he lost it. He shoved down his beer onto the nearest table and stormed over, standing between them.

“Y/N, angel, can we go back to your place, I’m bored of this” Aegon whines, glaring at his friend Henry for daring to be near his best friend and the person he loved.

“Aegon when have you ever been bored by a party” you scoffed, swaying a little in her drunken state, Aegon put his arm on her waist to steady her.

“Yeah mate, she wants to stay, you go if you want” Henry chimes in, Aegon loses it, turning around.

“She isn’t into you mate, so fuck off” Aegon shouts in his face, pushing him. Being over 6ft tall, Aegons intimidation is more than enough to make Henry walk off, “chill out dude, she isn’t yours” Aegon hears him mumble under his breath.

“What was that” Aegon shouts back as you grab his arm. Aegon always got like this, too protective, too needy. He hated seeing you with any other guys, even though it was true, you weren’t his.

“Stop it, Aegon, people are staring” you groan at him, turning him back towards you. “Why would you do that, I liked him” you mumble, looking down.

Aegon looks up at you, still seething. “He’s bad for you Y/N, he was flirting with loads of girls tonight, he probably just wanted to get in your pants” he said protectively, putting his arm around your waist, trying to pull you in to his chest.

You pushed away, annoyed at his actions. “What, like you do, at literally every party?” You spat back at him. “All you do is sleep around - why can’t I?” You retort again.

“Can we talk about this outside” Aegon looks into your eyes, calming down from his outburst. “No” you say instantly. Knowing he wasn’t going to get his way, he picked you up, you kicked him, writhing around to try and get away before he walked out the door, everyone else too drunk to notice, knowing you and Aegon would often end up like this at parties.

“What, the fuck, was that” you shouted at him as he put you down onto the pavement outside. Before he could reply, your face went green, the movement of Aegon carrying you outside making you feel sick from all the alcohol. You ran to a patch of grass, doubled over throwing up. Aegon ran after you holding your hair back, gently stroking your back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” he spoke gently. Once you’d finished, you put your head into his chest for comfort. “Why did you do that” you mumbled. “It doesn’t matter” he replied, resting his head on top of yours, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, calling an Uber.

“You two going to the same place?” The driver asks when he picks you up. “Yeah The Avenue apartments please” Aegon asks, you glare at him, still pissed off about his outburst at the party. He’d ruined your chances with Henry, and probably warned off every other boy in your year.

As the driver pulled up, you immediately got out, leaving Aegon scurrying behind you as you made your way up to your apartment.

You left the door open for him, chucking your keys to one side as you walked into your room, slamming your door behind you.

“Y/N, wait, please” Aegon pleaded, you ignored him.

You continued to ignore him as you took your clothes off, getting into a comfy T-shirt of Aegons and a pair of his joggers he’d left on your bedroom floor. You didn’t even realised you’d put his clothes on. You still felt slightly drunk as you brushed your teeth, trying to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth.

You climbed into bed, Aegon, still fully clothed, climbed in next to you, trying to get you to listen to him. “Go away Aegon, I’m done with your bullshit, just go” you shouted, beginning to cry. He sat up, flinching as you shouted, leaning his head back on your headboard. “I…I didn’t mean to” was all he could say.

You turned to him, your face stained with tears. “Didn’t mean to?” You scoffed. “You take home a new girl every week and I can’t have one good night? Pathetic, Aegon.”

He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t say what he wanted to, you didn’t see him that way. He knew he’d been selfish, he’d let his anger get the better of him.

“I was protecting you” he half lied, saying what he always said when you were upset with his actions.

“I don’t need protecting” you snapped back.

Your tears dried on your face as your anger took over. Why couldn’t he just let you be happy? If he didn’t want you, why couldn’t you have someone else. You’d spend so long trying to prove that you loved him, but every time he’d go off with a cheerleader, or some other popular girl.

He fumbled with the rings on his fingers, the guilt consuming him. You started to soften, seeing the vulnerable Aegon once again in front of you.

��Please, Aeg, I’m tired of this” you pleaded, he looked up into your eyes as you placed your hands over his.

Before you could speak again, he’d brought one hand up to your cheek and kissed you, his soft lips moulding into yours.

You pulled back after a moment, looking shocked.

“Fuck, sorry” he mumbled, looking down again.

“Wh-why” you stuttered, still in utter shock.

“Because it’s you, it’s always been you” he replied, knowing he couldn’t go back now. “I do it because I love you Y/N, every time I see you near another guy, I flip, you’re mine, I need you to be mine” he finally spoke the words he’d felt for years, ever since you’d first become friends in high school.

You looked up at him, tears brimming your eyes again. You didn’t know how to respond. “But…you like all those girls” was all you could say.

“They are nothing, I thought I could get over you by being a fuckboy, by seeming like I didn’t care, but I love you, you’re perfect, smart, funny…kind” he looked up at you again, pleading for the response he wanted with his big violet eyes.

“I…I love you, Aegon” you mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss, now it was his turn to be shocked.

This time, Aegon put passion behind the kiss, pulling you into his lap. Your hands made their way into his hair.

Breathless, you pulled away from eachother. “I thought you didn’t see me like that” he said, confused.

“You’re an idiot” you smiled at him, pecking him on the lips again.

You yawned, the alcohol in your system getting the better of you. “Go to sleep, my love” Aegon whispered, your heart fluttering at his words.

“Stay with me” you whispered back, gently moving off of him. “Of course” he replied, standing up to get changed into his pyjama bottoms.

He slid into bed next to you. This wasn’t the first time he’d stayed in your bed, often ending up there if you’d had a nightmare or were sick, but this was different. This time, he snuggled up to you, placing his head in the crook of your neck.

“This is the best day of my life” he whispered, you could feel him smiling on your skin.

“Mine too” you whispered back.

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