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Love & Ruin

Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, idk if this is dark!aeg or yandere but he's not okay, mentally. Word count: 7k Note: Part one of two:) I really hope yall like this. Reader is Helaena's age. I did not proofread; fuck it we ball. Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @annikin-im-panicin @its-actually-minicika (Hi girls ily)

‘It wasn’t meant to happen like this’

Aegon paced back and forth inside the throne room waiting for the return of his brother. The storm that had rolled in was heavy, the sounds of hail beating the glass window echoed throughout the room. The sudden crash of thunder and jolt of lighting sent a shiver down his spine. The candles that lined the room were not enough to fully bring light into the dark. It was almost poetic; the storm echoed his inner feelings perfectly.

‘How could you do this?!’

‘Have you gone mad!’

‘Think about your wife! Your children! How will this look?’

‘She won’t show us mercy now, you fool!”

It had been hours since he sent Aemond to Storm’s End. The mission couldn’t have been that hard, go ask for a Baratheon bitches' hand and bring back a person. His mother had taken to chewing at her nail beds until they bled. His grandsire sat with his face in his hands contemplating how to fix this.

Once a crown was placed on his head Aegon found a new sense of confidence, one that could no longer be stolen away by those around him. His family could no longer control him nor tell him what to do. He was king and kings did not ask permission. They took what they wanted. From now on his word was law and this mission was the only reason he didn’t flee to Yiti. It was promised to him then taken away and he fully intended to take it back. And what he wanted was traveling to beg for Lord Borros to side with the pretender…

Five hours, it took five hours for the roar of Vhagar to be heard over the red keep. The storm had subsided to a light rain, yet the sky remained dark. Finally, he rose from his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. A giddy smile creeping onto his face that his mother couldn’t help but scoff at. It didn’t matter anymore; he had won his first prize in war.

Murmurs from the council filled the once silent room but Aegon could only hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto the door waiting for them to walk inside. His imagination swirled with possibilities and all of them were better than his current situation. Alicent and Otto stared from a distance, both realizing their potential mistake. They let the dog off the leash and now they were about to suffer the consequences.

Guards rusting outside the doors caught everyone’s attention. The room went eerily silent as the doors began to creak open. Aegon nearly jumped out of his skin as he walked forward to meet who was coming.

Aemond, drenched in water, stalked inside slowly. His face was a mix of regret and… fear? The world stopped and as if on cue a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder that lit up the room. Aegon’s heart ceased to beat, his smile melted into nothing, and his feet threatened to give out on him. His mother’s eyes widened, and her hands fled to cover her mouth. Aemond struggled to lift the wet, bruised and unconscious body in his arms. He let out a shaky breath,

“There’s been an… incident.”

From a young age Aegon knew he had no love from anyone besides himself. His mother simply tolerated him, his father forgot him, and everyone else loathed him. The first-born son who should inherit everything but instead was given nothing. The son born to be loved but destined to be hated.

It was no surprise he was the way he was. He drank more than he should, fucked more than allowed and was cruel to those who may or may not deserve it. No one was born evil; they were raised to be that way. At least, that’s what he told himself to feel better at night.

And he wasn’t truly evil in the eyes of most anyway, just terribly pathetic. A lonely fourteen-year-old who may never feel loved. A boy who would never fully feel the warmth of someone’s gentle touch, the excitement when they approached, the soft reassurances and sweet nothings they would whisper, the true connection when intimate with someone you loved. It was all out of his reach… Until you started coming around.

For the better half of your life your mother, Rhaenyra kept you decently hidden from most of the court. It was not at all because you shared your features with Harwin Strong but because you were simply too precious for the world. You were her only daughter, her first born and you were too beautiful for the men in this city to gawk at and prey upon.

She would protect you from everything her father couldn’t protect her from. So, yes you didn’t get out much and when you did Harwin, and your brothers followed close suit. Rhaenyra did become more lenient as you grew. It was better to let you live as you wanted under watchful eyes than be locked away because of her own fears. At least that’s what Harwin told to calm her.

You were strictly prohibited from a handful of things though. Absolutely no leaving the keep unless it was daytime, and a handful of guards were there to follow. Absolutely no wandering around after dark, anywhere, no matter the circumstance. And finally, absolutely no involvement with your uncle Aegon.

Sadly, you were born with the same rebellion in your heart as she once had. The very first thing that needed to be handled was Aegon. It excited you to no end thinking about why he was banned from speaking to you. You needed to know why it was prohibited and see if it was as exciting as you thought.

Dusk had fallen on the keep and the light from the windows was beginning to fill the corridors orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. You were supposed to return to your chambers immediately after your septa lesson but had time to stroll. Right now, your brothers would still be in the dragon pit, your mother in a council meeting and Ser Harwin getting ready for his nightly patrol. It was price time to make an escape and seek him out.

You found him in a compromising position. He was curled up in the corner of the library and reeked of wine. There was a subtle shine on his face from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you be banned from talking to him? When asleep he looked like a poor Angel. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Uncle?” You whispered into his ears.

“Aegon?” Your soft voice began to rouse him from his slumber. His eyebrows began to furrow slightly. “Aegon, wake up.” He jumped away and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the room and you before settling with the most confused expression plastered on his face.

“N-no Aemond isn’t here. I-it’s just me.” Aegon paused in his drunken haze. Who was me? You were too pretty to be a maid, your clothes too fancy. His eyes danced up and down your form as his brain slowly started putting it together. “Your niece. It’s __ ”

His hands released you slowly as his mouth slightly hung agape. Why in the seven hells was Rhaenyra hiding a creature as beautiful as you? Yeah, he had seen you in passing maybe once or twice but never really got a good look.

You had the perfect plush lips coated in a shade of pink. Your eyes were large and glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell elegantly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your neckline you had a nice chest too, for your age.

He felt two small warm hands cup his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. Aegon stared at you confused, his lips puffed out. “Oh Aeg, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Oh gods, you were too precious. He was too dumbfounded to say anything, maybe too drunk still to fully grasp the situation.

You weren’t wrong though; someone did hurt him. His mother barged into his room and slapped him clean across the face without warning. Ranting and raving about his behavior and how he was disappointing the family. He nodded slowly, not exactly sure how he was supposed to react. You let out a deep sigh and your lips formed a frown.

You knew exactly what to do. Your mother had done the same every time you or your siblings got hurt. You rubbed the tear stains on his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. A soft smile appearing on your lips, “don’t cry please or you’ll make me cry. You’re a prince and a good son. You ride the prettiest dragon in the world and so many people think you’re amazing. You have so much to offer and they’re just too blind to see it. So many love you, I love you and-”

You were cut off by the sounds of your mother calling out your name searching for you. You let go of his cheeks and quickly embraced him. “You’re perfect, okay? Don’t cry.” You jumped to your feet and brushed your skirts down. “I gotta go… feel better!” Aegon sat and watched your little feet scurry off into the direction of your mother's voice.

His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in the same spot. Seven hells, seriously where the fuck have you been his entire life? There was a pool of emotions swirling inside him he couldn’t fully grasp. Your little hands and soft voice saying the sweetest things to a complete stranger. The way your lips softly pressed against his forehead radiating warmth throughout his body. You were so innocent, so blindly loving… You were his.

It was an odd thing for him to think. He never really desired someone for just himself, Aegon didn’t really care until this point. But right now all he could think about was stealing you away and keeping you tucked away in his room forever. Corrupting you slowly but only for him, no one else could see it or experience it. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

He forced himself into wobbly legs and sucked in a deep breath. It was time to talk to his parents.

The plan failed so horrifically he could swear the gods were pissing on him. He went and asked for your hand, said he was ready to be a good son, bring the families together finally. Aegon was shot down so fucking fast he got whiplash. His mother was okay with it, seeing potential benefits. But his father was adamantly against it as was his bitch sister.

“You think I’ll let him drag my daughter into his depravity? Not until I am cold in my grave.”

That could definitely be arranged. It made complete sense; he was the eldest son, and you were the eldest daughter. You were heir and he was the second son of the king. There was absolutely no reason for rejection besides their own selfish, impossible to understand reasons.

It didn’t really fucking matter. When he wanted something, he got it one way or another. Thus, he came up with a plan to steal you away and woo his way into your heart permanently.

Aegon had stayed painstakingly sober the entire day and avoided any of the whores he usually wasted his time with. He waited til long after the sun had set to sneak through Maegor’s hidden tunnels to try and find your chambers. It was a hassle, he stumbled into Jacaerys’s room once and immediately backed out. Then he walked past what he assumed was a hidden entrance to your mother’s room only to hear lewd noises coming from inside.

He didn’t realize it at the time but that was when Joffrey was made.

The deeper he walked the more aggravated he became. Why was it so fucking hard to find you? It took him several failed attempts until he finally lightly pushed open the door to a room seeping with light. He peered in and saw you sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to your chest. How cute, you were scared of the dark and slept with a bear, he thought to himself.

Aegon wasted no time welcoming himself inside and waltzing over to the side of the bed where you slept. He brushed a loc of your hair out of your face and admired how beautiful you looked, even while asleep. If he was totally honest, he could stay here and watch you sleep all night, but he had things he needed to do.

“Hey princess,” he spoke softly as he nudged your shoulder. Unlike him, you were an extremely light sleeper. You opened your eyes and they immediately shot wide open. You attempted to let out a scream at the intruder, but he swiftly shoved his hand onto your mouth. “Shhh! Shhh, it’s just me. It’s Aegon.”

Your face relaxed and you blinked your eyes a few times trying to decipher if this was a dream or reality. “Aegon,” you murmured into the palm of his hand. “I’ll let go if you swear to be quiet. Promise?” You nodded your head and he slowly pulled back; a wide grin plastered over his face showcasing his perfectly even teeth. “Good morning, princess.”

You rubbed your eyes and peered over to the window. “It’s still nighttime…” you drawled into a yawn. “I know, it’s the only time you’re alone.” You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry it’s just-” your words were stuck in your throat as he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “No need to be sorry, princess. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Y-yeah.” Aegon stood up off the floor and handed you a cloak he had balled up in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it towards. “You don’t ever get to leave right? Well, I leave all the time so I thought I could take you into the city for some fun.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But there was an aching sensation at the back of your head. The sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do. The fear of disappointing her was strong and the fear of potential punishment even stronger. “I- I can’t. My mother would be furious.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Besides, you wouldn’t want to make me cry, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” His blue eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. It was manipulative, he knew but it worked every time. “I won’t tell anyone, " you said in a nervous whisper.

His frown quickly grew into a wide smile, flashing wolf life teeth. Aegon’s eyes had a mischievous glint behind him when he spoke, “good girl, put this on.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. You blushed and nodded your head in agreement.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to grab your hand and whisk you far away from where you were meant to be. You clung to his arm as you both scurried through the dark corridors. The farther you went the smell of dust and cow dung intensified as did the conversation of city folk outside the walls.

The streets of King’s Landing were dirty but so much more alive than you ever thought they could be. It was the hour of the bat and yet the streets were bright with fires lit at every corner. The streets were crammed with people from all walks of life, travelers, merchants, witches, performers, whores, musicians, and knights. It was quite the spectacle for a young girl who had been confined to a castle.

Aegon was reveling in your excitement and awe, still blissfully unaware of the depravity that shrouded these streets. Your voice carried the joy only of someone as innocent to the world as you could possess. It was fucking magical how you gazed up at him like he was your savior.

To his surprise, you babbled about more than any girl he’d ever met. It should be annoying, but he was drowning in the presence of your voice and the way your fingers would squeeze his own when the topic turned to something that moved you. You had completely captured him with your accidental charm.

But as the night went on his original scheme drifted into the back of his like a distant memory. Aegon couldn’t take you where he wanted, you were too good for it. The prying eyes of others would probably send him into a blind rage anyway. It was already beginning to build as random passersby simply looked at you.

To avoid a possible murder or maiming he whisked you away to a final destination. Aegon told you people here eat, drink and play music here until the dawn rises. There were musicians and poets singing while people danced around them. Men and women were laughing and drowning themselves in what you presumed could only be wine. There were several dragon shaped lanterns that occasionally spewed fire lighting the corner of the world you reside in.

It was pretty spectacular in the eyes of a girl. But it was also the place where your inevitable downfall began. It started with a glass of ale, not wine, that Aegon offered you. It burned your throat as you swallowed it, whatever you had made him chuckle and use that nickname again. It inspired you to drink more and keep receiving soft praises from your uncle.

You could feel it flow through your body slowly warming your insides and sending a slight tingly sensation in your limbs. That’s when the music started to sound good enough to dance. You bounced around Aegon in possibly the worst showing of dance moves he’d ever seen. It was cute though, to him at least.

That’s when you decided to drink more and fully let go of whatever expectations of a princess rested in the back of your mind. One, two, three, you lost count after the first. Aeggy refused to dance but he occasionally twirled you around and let you hang onto his shoulders.

As time passed on so did any semblance of sobriety you had left. Your words were slurring together, and your movements became sloppy, the ability to stand was nearly completely lost. That’s when Aegon declared it was time to bring you home. At first, you tried to reject the idea and fight back, but your muscles were just as weak as your mind.

He lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could carry your little self-home. It was okay, at first being carried by Aegon. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebumps through your body. The low whisper of his voice telling you sweet things echoing in the walls of your mind. Then came a new feeling between your legs when his lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. Every sensation was heightened to a point it had never reached before.

It was a warm ache between your legs that kept getting worse the longer you were wrapped around him. You were worried, what if the wetness between your legs was your moonblood. How insanely embarrassing would that be if you bled on your uncle? You tried to untangle yourself, but he put two firm hands onto your waist and pulled you back in.

The sudden friction between your legs caused you to yelp, a quiet yelp that did not go unnoticed. He paused his steps, glancing at you avoiding his eyes then back at the street to the keep. His lips slowly curled into a smirk only he could wear so well. Aegon didn’t say anything the entire way back home, though a million things were racing through his mind.

The walk home was agonizing, every once in a while, he would move in a way that sent electricity from your core to the depths of your stomach. You didn’t even notice the tiny few whimpers that came from your throat, but he did. Oh, Aegon was noticing it all, every sound, every movement, every look, the warm feeling between your legs that was growing damp across his waist, and it was driving him mad.

He should have been a good little prince and placed you on your bed and left but he had never been a good prince. Aegon wanted to know how far he could take it before you melted beneath him. Obviously, like a good uncle he helped you undress into your night clothes since you were too drunk to do anything.

“Come on, princess. Time to lay down.” You begrudgingly threw yourself onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You couldn’t sleep, your undergarments were uncomfortably wet, and the ache continued to get worse. You obviously couldn’t tell him any of this, so you laid there, suffering.

Unexpectedly Aegon climbed into bed he was on top of you, his knee moved to press in between your legs and your eyes widened from their half-lidded state. “Are you okay, niece? You look… frustrated.” His face was plastered in fake concern, though you couldn’t tell. You clenched your legs together trying to prevent him from moving. “I-I’m fine,” Aegon moved his knee to rub against your core just once, your legs unconsciously tightened around him. “U-uncle,” you stuttered out in a near whimper.

“If there’s something wrong, I can help you…” He moved his knee into your core, and you bit down onto your lip trying to stifle the sound threatening to come out. Aegon, though a good actor could not hide the glint behind his eyes. He leaned into you, pulling your lip out from your teeth with thumb. “I can show you what helps me feel better.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. The taste of sweet mead filling your mouth. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you.

He slipped his tongue down your throat and entangled it with your own. The feeling of need was becoming too much so you moved your hips, finally. A soft moan forced itself out of your throat as you desperately tried to move against, aching for something you didn’t understand. A few tears slipped from your eye wetting his cheek.

Aegon chuckled into your mouth before pulling back, you whined at the loss of both his lips and his knee. The throbbing feeling between your legs became increasingly worse every second he wasn’t there. “It aches, doesn’t it?” Your face flushed red as your eyes bore into him, the true image of innocence laid out beneath him.

His hand traveled from your cheek to the hem of your dress bunched up at the ends of your thighs. Aegon slipped his hand underneath the fabric and hovered over your cunt. You grabbed his hand and stopped his movements, “N-no we can’t.” He cocked an eyebrow, “why not? You hurt and I’m the only one who can fix it.” Your grip on his hand slowly relented, “but i-it’s inappropriate.”

Aegon forced his hand forward so he could cup your cunt. It was completely soaked and so needy for release, how could he stop? “No, it’s not. I’m your uncle and it’s my job to take care of my sweet niece.” You bit your lip in contemplation, the feeling of his palm on your clit made you want to cry. It was too much, the feeling in your core was too much. “Please, Aeg.”

He crushed his lips into yours forcing all the breath out of your lungs. His fingers slid up and down your slit collecting your wetness on his finger. His other hand moved to palm your dress and pinch your nipples beneath your gown. Your moans threatened to echo throughout the keep but he swallowed each one with his lips.

Aegon forced one finger inside your cunt and immediately you clenched around him. Gods, you were so fucking tight he would have to force in the second. Your back arched as he moved his fingers to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling of your core tightening was overwhelming, tears began to stream from your face and your nails dug into his shoulder.

Your hips moved unconsciously into his hand, pleading for release. His thumb moved to rubbed circles around your clit and all thoughts you had were dumbed down. “A-aeg!” You whimpered into his mouth; the coil tightening was overwhelming all of your senses. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out of your dripping cunt were filling the room.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” His movements were faster, harsher and more desperate than before. “P-p-please,” you stuttered out in a loud moan as your legs began to clench around his hand. He growled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Cum on my fingers, baby. That’s right, be a good fucking girl for your uncle.” His fingers curled up and pressed deep into the spongy spot inside you. You felt your cunt clench around him, your core tightening harder than before until the coil broke. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body began to shake and the feeling of ecstasy washed over you.

You crashed, your legs twitching as he continued to move circles around your sensitive clit. Aegon pulled his fingers out and your body mourned the loss of him. He wiped his hand on his clothes and bent his head down to place kisses all over your face. “You did so good, princess.” He spoke in between the pecks he placed on your face.

“Aeg… I’m tired.” Your body was limp, and your eyes began to close on their own. “Shh, go to sleep, princess. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, surprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his trousers, and it was leaking out onto your clothes.

So, he had to change you. Aegon didn’t mind, watching you sleep so peacefully and taking care of his little angel was nice. Especially after what you had given him. He stayed the night, watching you sleep peacefully until the sun rose over the horizon and he scurried into his own room.

It became a horrible routine between the two of you. Aegon convinced you only he could make you feel that way, so you had to come to him if you wanted it. He would always visit at night, though most times you simply stayed inside. He touched you in places that were meant to be forbidden and you came undone beneath him… repeatedly.

You enjoyed him for more than that though. Unlike your brothers or other family, he was always there. Always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in his own way.

Aegon was completely addicted, and it was going to kill him eventually. If you weren’t awake when he came, he would just sit and watch you sleep, occasionally taking his place besides you. If you were awake, he craved your attention and your body… and he always got it. You were so kind and loving towards him, completely unaware of how others viewed him. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was a good man.

No one had ever said those words to him before. It’s why the addiction started and why it had no chance of ending soon. When he was upset you kissed him and whispered words of encouragement. You went out of your way to make him feel happy and deserving of the life he had. And it’s why, for a short time, his behavior started to improve drastically.

It shocked essentially everyone around him, especially his mother. For a moment she was almost proud, maybe her speeches finally got to him, and he was taking being a king seriously. That was before Aegon told her he was only behaving this way so he could prove to Rhaenyra, he deserved you. The situation caused a whole different type of stress for Alicent.

Things were looking up anyway. Especially since your mother had officially started letting you out on your own. You were now a teenager and had to learn some type of independence. The dragon pit was your favorite place even though your mount was a lazy bum.

Plus, you got to spend lots of time in the pit with your uncle and you got to watch him train with the other boys. Of course, a few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship.

Aegon, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin your innocence completely. It was hard to explain how exactly he felt. It was like he needed you to breathe or eat or do anything. It was bordering on a very unhealthy obsession combined with genuine fondness.

It was new and it was perfect. He was no longer lost in this world with nothing to live for.

Until the day you abandoned him for Dragonstone. He cried, a pathetic and desperate display to his mother asking for her to keep you here. He pleaded for them to just allow you to be wed, he begged to let you stay as her ward. He made promises he probably couldn’t keep but tried, nonetheless.

All he got was sympathy, it was out of her hands completely. The king and his whore sister made the decision to forbid a marriage. They made the decision to let you be sent away to that desolate, rain filled, and droll island. To make it worse the gods decided to spite him and have him betrothed to his own sister.

He almost immediately got worse the second you boarded the ship. Aegon fell right back into his old habits of whoring, drinking and being a massive cunt. The shift was bound to happen so no one was surprised but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep him under control. Everyone else fell back into their old habits of beating and berating him any chance they got…

Aegon only ever really felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He could feel, touch, hear and smell you again in his dreams. For a few hours every night he was back in your room making stupid jests only you would laugh at. It was like heaven every time he closed his eyes… Then he woke up.

To ease his suffering, he fisted his cock while smelling the clothes you had left behind pretending it was you. If not that he would get drunk and imagine all the ways he could kill your mother and his so, he could steal you away. One day, he would take something from them that they truly loved so they could understand exactly how he felt. For now, he tormented Aemond and did everything in his power to piss his parents off.

Luckily for Aegon and those close to him, Laena Velaryon died in childbirth and his chance to be reunited came sooner than expected. The ride on Sunfyre was one of the best he’s had in ages. It was as if he could sense who they were seeing and was absorbing his rider's excitement. It seems important to mention Sunfyre has a fondness of your she-dragon who he may or may not have tried to breed on several occasions.

The funeral was fucking boring. He didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really care either. Aegon spent most of the time ignoring the speech and scanning the crowd for your little form. He didn’t find you, so he fled into a corner with his wine and brother close on his tail.

Your mother was stalking about staring at Daemon, Helaena was mumbling riddles to herself while playing with a bug, the bastards were comforting the Velaryons, and Aemond was on his left half asleep. Where in the seven hells was his little princess? As the sky began to cover itself in a shade of gray, he spotted you.

For a sliver of a second he was overjoyed, he dropped his wine and stood up straight preparing to walk over. The crowd began to dissipate and on your right was a young Velaryon boy with his arm wrapped around you showing off whatever was in his hands. His eye twitched and his firsts unconsciously bawled up til his knuckles turned white. Aemond peeked over and scoffed, “it’s a waste of time.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Aemond rolled his eyes and slumped back into the wall. His obsession with the bastard was beyond him but everything his brother does is beyond him. Aegon spent the rest of his funeral staring daggers into the boys next to you. He was making you laugh and touching you far too much for his liking. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Aegon couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside his stomach, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night.

It is rumored by the maesters later that night King Aegon took his first life by feeding an unsuspecting boy to his dragon. Others claim the boy simply drowned in the high tide that night and was washed away to sea. The body was never found so no one truly knows… Aemond, personally and wholeheartedly believed his brother pushed the boy into the water and let him sink. Driftmark no matter how you looked at it was a terrible night for all involved.

The hour of the bat, a time of night you learned to love dearly was now a time of loneliness. Dragonstone was incredibly terrible especially since your uncle was nowhere in those walls. You were severely depressed to say the very least. You knew he was coming today and wanted to seek him out but failed to find him.

It didn’t stop you from sneaking out at night in a very desperate search for him. It took around twenty minutes for you to weasel your way through Driftmark to his supposed chambers. You ran full force into Aemond on the way which made you both fall to the ground. He was going to try and claim that damned dragon you saw him watching her all day and you were going to reunite with your uncle-lover. Both of you would be in the deepest shit known to man if anyone found out.

So, a silent pact was made to tell no one where either was going. You knew it was a real deal because he helped you off the floor and nodded his head in the direction of the room you were trying to find. ‘Good luck,’ you whispered quietly as you both scurried off in opposite directions.

Much to your dismay he was passed out drunk. You had to literally shake him awake. “Aeg… Aegon!” You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders. He moaned, groaned, tried to push you away but you were determined. “Wake up! We don’t have all night.” You swore you saw his ears perk up like a dog. His eyes opened and he shot up in bed nearly knocking you off.

“You!” He grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “Yes, it’s me! Where the hell have you been all day?” Aegon looked offended and almost betrayed, “where have I been? Watching you swoon over some Velaryon cunt.” You scoffed, “watching me? I looked for you all day! I had to give up and talk to a cousin I barely knew.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, “if you barely knew him then why was he all over you?” You grabbed his face, “if you paid any attention, I was trying to escape him the entire time.” Hm, he could have been blinded by jealousy and didn’t notice you politely backing away and avoiding the kid’s eyes completely. He thought you were acting shy and coy, but this made sense.

“You still love me?” He did this more often while drunk. If he ever felt insecure his blue eyes would turn pale and start to water. His lips puffed out slightly and he bore into your soul begging for consolation. You knew the quickest way to make his fears go away.

You pressed a kiss on his lips, trying to drink away all of his fears. Aegon pulled your face as close as possible, sucking all the air from your lungs. Your lips danced around each other passionately trying to make up for the time apart.

“I still love you, Aeggy.” You murmured into his lips; a faint grin formed on his mouth. With his eyes half lidded he whispered, “prove it to everyone then.” You chuckled softly; a soft look of confusion plastered on your features. “How do we do that?” His hands slipped down to your waist, then to your thighs rubbing them slightly. “Give me all of you before they take you away.”

There was a deafening pause in both of your movements. The amount of trouble you would both get into would be life altering. Losing your maidenhood to someone who you weren’t wed to was a sin, a crime even. “So, you don’t really love me. You don’t even trust me enough with yourself.”

It felt like a sword was plunged through your heart. Of course, you loved him. Of course, you wanted to give him everything. “T-that’s not-” he released his hold on your thighs and ripped his face away from yours. “Get out.” You grabbed his hands and tried to pull them back to you, “Aegon please this isn’t-” His eyes turned dark, his hands were ripped out of your grasp. “Don’t lie to me. You used me and now you’re discarding me just like everyone else.”

Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. You never ever used him; you loved him with all your heart. There was never another person who made you feel the same way he did. “Please, I love you,” your lips trembled while you spoke. “I don’t love you.”

You shook your head no, no, no, no, no, your entire world came crashing down at once. The sword in your heart ripped it in half. Your breath quickened and your arms began to shake. The tears that threatened to fall came pouring out of your eyes. “Please- pleas- I love you- please- you can have it- anything you want please don’t leave me.” Your cries were near incoherent.

He was evil, this was the absolute proof of it. Aegon knew he was lying to have you; he knew exactly what hold he had over you and did it anyway. You just couldn’t understand, if he took your maidenhead, you could be together forever. He wasn’t just doing this for himself, it was for both of your sakes. It was blisteringly obvious he would never stop loving you.

“Shh, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his chest and combed his slender fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be together forever, okay? I'm never leaving you.” He lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. Even when you cried you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Let me show you how much I love you.” You nodded your head desperately.

It took minutes before you were laid out flat on the bed. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside your core. It was new and the pleasure was radiating throughout your body faster than before. Aegon swirled his tongue in circle around your clit as he brutally fucked you with his fingers.

Your hips bucked up to meet his face and he growled a response. The vibrations sent waves of heat through your veins. Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm began to wash over you, far quicker than ever before. You cried out at the feeling of the coil coming undone in your stomach. You could feel his lips form into a smile, he placed kisses onto your sensitive clit causing you to whimper. It wasn’t over, he had just started.

Aegon pulled away and you whined at the loss of his heat on top of you. Then you heard the sound of his trousers being pulled off, you looked away out of politeness. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s all yours.” You pulled your head off of the pillow and your eyes widened. Aegon was thick, incredibly thick and you couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside you.

His tip was a bruising pink, and you could see his seed already beginning to leak out. It looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. He climbed on top of you without a moment's notice and rubbed himself against your dripping slit. “Aegon,” you whined as he teased your entrance.

Aegon leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He prodded your entrance, “just be a good girl for me. It will only hurt for a second, I promise.” You tried to open your mouth to reply but an incredibly loud scream escaped your lips as he slowly began forcing himself inside. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath.

The sensation of being filled to the brim made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Aegon moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you. You moaned incoherently as his tip pushed into that spot inside of you. What started out as pain was quickly turning into pleasure.

You wanted him deeper inside you, you needed him to fill you completely. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him into you. He moaned as your cunt swallowed his length entirely. “So needy for my cock, princess.” You whimpered breathlessly underneath him, “please Aegon.” He moved his hand to cup your face, so you were staring at him. Your eyes were blown out in desire and your face was flushed a deep shade of red.

It was as if Aphrodite was underneath him begging for him to fuck her. “That’s a good girl begging for me.” His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Yes! uncle, please. Please!” You stuttered between moans and whimpers.

His lips crashed into yours stifling your moans as he forced himself deeper inside you at a bruising pace. His cock pounded against your cervix and not even his lips could fully swallow your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me.” Aegon’s praise made you whimper for more.

His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. “My good girl,” he moaned into your ear, putting emphasis on ‘my’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him. The friction of his skin rubbing against your clit caused you to start coming undone.

“Aeg- aegon- please cum for me.” He never expected those words to pour from your mouth like a carefully constructed melody. Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began to whine as you clenched around him. As your core began to tighten you moaned a symphony, “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

Aegon picked up his pace, brutally fucking you with every ounce of energy he had. You felt the heat in your core turn into a fire as ecstasy started to wash over you. Your cunt clenching hard trying to drain every ounce of him.

The door slammed open “My Prince! It’s urgent-” Both of your heads shot to the entrance, staring at the mortified king’s guard whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

Silence, the walk to the grand hall of Driftmark was completely silent. The guard behind you refusing to make eye contact with either of you. You could barely walk straight; your body was sore, and wetness was dripping down your legs.

All you could do right now was pray to the gods he didn’t snitch. Your hair was a mess, sweat was glistening on your faces, your night clothes were a mess, Aegon probably had your juices still on him, your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your lips were bruised… you were done for.

Although, as you entered the hall you noticed everyone else looked far worse than you. You noticed your brother’s bloody faces first and rushed over to them. Aegon immediately wanted to die the second you left his side. He wasn’t concerned at all; this was meant to be found out about.

Except, why now of all fucking nights. His brother had been maimed by your bastard brothers and his mother was in a frenzy. All he could do was stare at him in shock, the feeling of guilt washing over him. Aegon should have been there for Aemond, he should have saved him.

He glanced at you and your brothers were looking at you in disgust. Even when you reached out to comfort them, they pushed you away. Bastards, vile disgusting bastards.

It only got worse from there. Your mother came rushing in, obviously after fucking her uncle. He wanted to laugh, like mother like daughter. His mother was frantic demanding for justice, Rhaenyra screeching bullshit and you tucking yourself behind everyone.

Then the question was asked. “Aegon! Where were you?!” He didn’t even get a chance to reply before the king’s guard swooped in to make matters worse. “He was in his room, your grace… with the princess.” His head nodded towards you, and you looked absolutely mortified.

He should have waited to take it, he should have never made you do anything. Everyone in the room stared at you, just you. It took mere seconds for Rhaenyra to see exactly what had happened, only fueling her fury. Alicent, on the other hand, looked even more upset. The slap she so harshly laid across his face echoed throughout the room, completely silencing it.

There would be no justice since he had chosen the perfect day to defile the king’s favorite grandchild and his sister’s favorite child. You should hate him; you should want him dead. “Who told you these lies boy?” His father’s voice was filled with venom. “Aegon.” His father’s eyes turned dark as he tried to limp his way over to him.

“That’s not true! I told him… both of them.” A soft, quiet voice from the other side of the room caught everyone’s attention. You were defending him against the wrath of your family when he had just quite possibly ruined your reputation. If his obsession was bad, then it definitely got a thousand times worse at that moment.

Everything that happened after that was a complete blur. Insults were thrown, threats were laid out, his mother pulled a knife on his sister, and you fled the scene with your head down. It was like a fucking fever dream that didn’t seem to end.

It got worse the next day. The verbal assault he received from his mother was one for the history books. As was the slap that turned into a giant bruise on his cheek. Aegon was absolutely banished from ever talking, touching, or breathing near you. Any attempt at reaching out would immediately be cut down. His father said nothing of it, probably realizing his mistake in not wedding you sooner. Even Aemond, who should have despised him, forgave him.

It didn’t matter what they thought, he loved you, he wanted you, he needed you, and he was going to fucking have you. Aegon realized several things that night. You needed to be saved from your family as quickly as possible. The bastards and his whore sister needed to die sooner than late. Lastly, he was going to become king no matter what he did.

You were forbidden from ever speaking to Aegon again. It was awkward to say the least when you had to tell your mother everything. She should have been mad, hit you, yelled at you but she only hugged you when you cried. Your mother knew you didn’t tell anyone you were bastards. She knew you wouldn’t lose your maidenhead unless you truly believe they loved you. However, it was a secret that you could never ever tell anyone else.

You can never repeat what you said that night, but it was okay, you only wanted to protect who you loved. She explained how Aegon was taking advantage of you and men lie to get what they want. They prey on innocent girls, pretend to love them to get what they want, then discard them. Your mother repeatedly told you it wasn't your fault for your kind heart. She stated it was her own failure for not protecting you from it.

You didn’t truly believe it was all lies, at least, not all of it. It didn’t really matter now, he was gone forever, and you were alone on Driftmark.

Until you and your family would have to return to King’s Landing, five years later.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 9 months

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ok but chubby!Aeg with a new wife reader and him just fucking her constantly with a breeding kink and barely letting her out of his chambers until his family finds her would be incredible...

And good luck with your period beautiful, it seems I'm headed there as well

sorry for the delayed response lovely, hope you are better now xox this ask is delicious, thank you for sending it in! any type of Aeg with a breeding kink is something else...

Duty to the Realm.

PAIRING: chubby!King!Aegon ii Targaryen x Queen!fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,522.

WARNINGS: arranged marriage, breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slightly cruel!Aegon ii, female receiving (f*ingering), edging, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming, swearing, posessive!Aegon, p in v sexual intercourse, mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I may have gotten carried away a little bit, but that's okay. shoutout for my bitchass anon, that seems to be OBSESSED with me, enjoy reading and hating on this asshole.

The marital duty expected of the woman to the man was one of a common, natural phenomena, that many in the realm would often not bat an eye to, yet one that held great anticipation for you, in your case. Particularly considering, your lawful husband was no other than the sole King of the Seven Kingdoms. An heir was the ultimate and primary responsibility, expected of you both to fulfil. A royal decree and order of the Faith.

He was to bed you as much as it pleased your Sire, as you were to carry and birth as many lively heirs as possible, blessed as the Gods saw fit. Your anointed Septas had spoken to you countlessly to this coming night, and your dearest mother before her untimely passing: all reinstating the other, that childbirth was no easy game. A duty of womankind and also an honour. To be blessed by the Mother herself, with the gift to carry and birth healthily.

Nonetheless, arrangements made, your House meticulously selected, as your husband to be, Aegon the Second of his name, had been thoroughly consulted by his liege council, thought that the most viable candidate to bear the shared responsibility of carrying out the infamous Targaryen dynasty, was you. Now that the Dance had come to its long-awaited end, Aegon the ultimate successor, reparations needed to be made and lines secured for the generations forthcoming.

The wedding was a swift and grandiose occasion: rich food and wine, opulent gifts and crowds [many faces unfamiliar to yourself] gathered in abundance, the union was legitimised by the Faith of the Seven, binded by law. Aegon scarcely spoke to you during the special occasion besides catching his lingering, lilac eyes fleeting over towards you. Strangely you had also noticed, Aegon would not allow for you to speak for yourself. Often promptly intercepting, answering general questions and well wishes on your behalf, before a peep escaped your reddened lips: you found it odd and somewhat harrowing.

It was an ambivalent feeling, as though Aegon acknowledged your physical presence, yet refused to grant you the privilege to speak nor appreciate you? You felt trivial against his stance, nothing more than a vessel at his complete disposal. You came to the haste, haunting conclusion of neglect... "Aegon does not love me."

Aegon took you to bed that dreadful night, ruling against his Council for a meek audience to be present. He vowed a promise, his lingering words "the deed will be done" remained echoing in your thoughtlessly numb mind. The door locked as Aegon saw to it himself, no words spared other than fleeting glances, as he took a swift swing of his Dornish wine that accompanied him, as he departed from the feast with you. Observing Aegon this near, his authority in the realm, was not the only quality in him that held a substantially formidable presence...

Unlike his younger brothers, Aegon was fuller in size. His stocky thighs and legs accentuated in size by the tightly fitted breeches, was accompanied by a portly round stomach that looked tense and swollen from the delectable wedding feast and drinking. Not that you had much of an appetite that evening, however, Aegon did not halt when a full serving was laid in front of him, nor the seconds that he demanded for, or a slice of the exquisite cake. One thing you had noticed tonight that you had never heard of before, was that Aegon had an impressive appetite. Whether it was from the nerves of having to bed a woman he scarcely knew, or the undeniable, looming fear of failing to provide an heir, he ate intensely and seemed to enjoy himself rather. The way he'd savour his last few bites, eyes rolling back in satisfaction, how he did not shy away from sculling two full pitchers worth of wine [yet remained stable on his feet and wickedly alert]. Although, a strange, yearning sensation began to churn below, a dull ache growing stronger right between your inner thighs, as you fleetingly observed Aegon's large hand tenderly palming over his distended belly. Close enough in his proximity, you heard an occasional low belch escape from Aegon's plump, greasy lips, poorly attempting to muffle his discomfort with a tight fist over his mouth.

Now in the privacy of your shared, royal chambers, his arms looked strong and sturdy: the flesh of his fingers pooling tightly around his precious rings. Although his face was wildly handsome as most Targaryen men beared celestial-like attributes, history would tell. The ruggedness remaining evident from blatant, healing scars strewed across the side of his cheek and forehead, proof of the recent battles he had bravely fought and won, did not hinder your undeniable attraction towards him. And yet, there was also a softness to his features, the flesh of his jaw ample and blurred, his cheeks plump.

You prayed in that very moment, that Aegon was just as pleased about you, as you were with him.

Undressing himself off his fine fabrics, lashing the pieces onto the floor as though they cost nothing, your tense body froze completely, as Aegon took slow strides towards you. Only inches apart, his rough hands snaking their way behind your illustrious gown, untying the strings effortlessly, as though this was not the first time he had bedded a woman.

"You know what is expected of you," Aegon firmly uttered, his tone unfaltering and deep, you felt your body grow rigid, as his rough hands met your bare skin, the gown loosely falling off your body.

Your naked body rigid, and mind frail, you could not muster the valour to respond timely, seemingly infuriating Aegon.

"Speak woman, use your words for me."

Feeling his thumb simultaneously flicking at your sensitive, perked nipple, sent shivers down your spine, his fierce, glowing eyes cursing from your breasts to your timid face.

"Y-Yes, my dear," You delicately stuttered, your sullen breath hitching in your throat, as you tried to focus solely on fixating your gaze on Aegon and not daring to look to the ground.

"Hmm, therefore you realise what is expected of me, yes? As your dutiful husband and as the King of the Seven Kingdoms, you understand what I must do to you, yes?"

Aegon's hand that was previously occupied playfully kneading and teasing your breast, now sneaked below to your waist, along with his other, his fingertips firmly tightening around the curves for your hips. His head tilted down, lowering his taller height to meet yours, as his lips found their way melting over your flushed skin.

"Y-Yes my King. Y-Yes, Aegon. A child I must bear, an heir... As many heirs as you see fit my King, I will do as you ask, as you please."

A low growl etched from Aegon's throat, animalistic even, as they momentarily broke free from you, as his thumb now gently grazing over your blush cheek and shut lips.

"Together we share this burden, but rest assured, my dear. I will do everything in my power to ensure the Kingdom has an heir. If that means fucking you day and night, sealing you in this room and chaining you to this bed then so be it. Till your dripping proudly of my seed until you take. Not until I see your belly swell greatly with my babe growing inside, may I let you roam the halls freely once more. Understood?"

"Understood."

That night Aegon took you to bed with caution and great intent. He was effortless in handling you, guiding and adjusting your body according to his positions, lifting and carrying you as though you weighed nothing more than a feather. Kissing you abundantly and with passion, often suckling at your tender flesh around your neck and breasts, you felt the spots that he had latched onto growing sore. His eager mouth occupied, his free hand found its way to your cunt, now moist with excitement, throbbing for something more. He remained generous, inserting two of his longest, thick digits inside, pumping himself in a steady, slow pace, feeling your keen walls stretching mildly, clenching around the base of his knuckles, the deeper he plunged himself in. With each helpless moan that slipped from your mouth that he earned, the deeper he shoved himself in, feeling a slick smirk spread against your neck.

"That's it, my love. You don’t even need to tell me just how bad you need your King to fuck you, I can practically feel your body begging for me, baby."

Countless more breathless moans escaped your lips that you'd desperately bit shut, that you could no longer resist. The silent void of the room gradually filling with the natural sounds of lust, as you stuttered and whimpered your King's name aloud.

"Ugh- A-Aeg. I need my King n-now. I w-want my Aeg-"

"Fuck-" Aegon spat, his teeth softly biting down on the ample flesh of your breast, tugging at your tender skin, causing a sharp jolt of pain to shock you, before letting loose. All the while unknowing to you, your Grace had a third digit inserted deep within your walls, his fist now coated in your pooling wetness, oozing between the gaps of your entrance, as his pace had hasten, his thick fingers deeply inside pumping and pushing against the natural tightness of your enclosure. The strange, dense weight and friction of his fingertips rousing against your sensitive clit.

"That's right. Warming you up so, yet it seemed you were already a soaking mess for me, my love.”

Muffled moans as you weakly attempted to fight the urge to scream and beg for more. Aegon's wicked fingers inside, tormenting you as he quickened his pace and the ferocity of his motion. Your back arching lusciously, as your hips bucked upwards and back again, motioning for more.

"Think you are ready for me, baby? Think you are ready to take my cock, till I fuck you full of my hot seed. Are you ready to be a mother?"

"Y-Yes, Aeg!" You breathlessly yelp, your hands having instinctively found their way to his platinum locks, the mottled strands caught in your fingers, as you grasped and pulled at his roots. As your arms outstretched below your sides, your breasts naturally shoved and pressed together in unison, accentuating your obvious cleavage more so, that Aegon helplessly found himself tempted. Only a second bypassed, before the bulky King found himself crawling further up atop your yielding body, with great effort, huffing and puffing as he subtly caught his breath, before burying his handsome face between, suckling at your hard, perky nipples. His heavy, round belly laid sprawled against your own abdomen, feeling his clothed, rigid cock beneath his tight pants, the tense bulge probing at your inner thigh walls.

"Soon these will be greatly full of the Mother's blessed milk, and I will relish myself with the spoils of my babe growing inside. Knowing that it was all my undoing, that made you so. Gods be good, they will be full enough, practically leaking from the vast supply. Our babes will be well fed, and I, too, hmm."

"A-Aeg, I need you. F-Fuck a babe into me, a-and I shall feed and fuck you, a-as you please."

"Mhmm, my good, pretty wife. Already at my mercy-"

Feeling the rush movements of Aegon's free hand below [as the other remained steadying himself], you had no sense of what was occurring below, nor could you see, as his stout belly blocked your view. Yet the sudden, grazing sensation of his moist, hard cock teasing at the entrance of your wet, throbbing folds, you could bear it no more.

"You promise you can take me, baby? Show me how well of an obedient wife you can be, just as much of a pretty one you are."

No warning and no remorse, Aegon shoved his thick, stiff cock into your aching, tight cunt. Despite Aegon's perilous efforts of 'warming you up', nothing amounted to the concoction of sheer ecstasy and pain that coarsed through your veins, as your King's cock, stretched you out, pushing your limits beyond comfort. And yet, you could feel the familiar, dull throbbing sensation growing more palpable by the second: desperately trying to clench around the girth of his fat, bulky circumference, your nails digging into the plump adipose flesh of his broad shoulders and back, as you remained stagnant and tense around him.

"That's it, baby- Fuck. D-Doing so, so well for me. I can just fucking feel how tight you really are around me, fuck! L-Let me just break into you, easy, easy now-"

Moaning cries and whimpers filled Aegon's ears, yet he remained focused. His pace although messy and sloppy was steady, slowly slowly, thrusting himself as equipped as his larger frame would allow him, his solid weight weighing him down against you, you move no further than squirm with remaining, great effort. Feeling his pulsating cock inside, striking adamantly against your cervix, and the pressure of his swollen, distended gut, pressing from above, with each passing second as you felt an immense, stimulating arousal brewing from below. The fierce, physical tensity of Aegon's size inside and out, was invigorating, as your body obediently attempted to adjust to your husband's size.

"Good-Good wife. That's it, baby, I'm going to cum any second now. Fuck this pretty, tight cunt of yours was needy for her King to spoil. I can feel how desperate you are for my babe, huh?"

"Y-Yes, Aeg-"

"I'm going to keep you locked up, all for myself. Till I can fuck as many heirs as I see fit. U-Until this entire quarter is full of our babes, till the realm can hear their cries. You and this tight cunt of yours are not leaving. Not until I'm fucking satisfied. All mine, now."

"Of-Of course, my King-"

"Fuck, Y/N, was I right about you, huh? Obedient from the start, you greedy, little brat, you wanted this just as much as I. Could you imagine yourself as I did, only full of my royal seed, only you worthy to take me."

"O-Only me. M-Made just for you, Aeg, as the Gods deemed it."

"No, woman. I deemed it. I made the decision. I wanted you. O-Only this cunt to take my seed, these hips to grow wide for the birth, and this belly to swell proudly. Till I see these tits leak and you waddling around, begging me to hold and carry you, this was all my undoing from the start. I am the King, the closest thing to the Gods, and farthest from men."

"Th-Then I am eternally at your mercy and will. M-My beloved-"

As you felt the tense excitement sparking below, the invigorating relief as your wetness had reached a peaking climax, the shudder of chills that echoed through your body, the momentum evaporated, as you twitched and felt feeble against Aegon’s sturdy build. Your wetness drenching his cock, as it once more, oozed heavily against your folds and inner thighs. Aegon's immediate, instinctive release adjunct to your own, earned a mouthful of deep, growling moans and breathless swears from the King himself in relief. His hot, ample seed shot through inside, painting your inner walls, as you felt his body weight drop even more against you, all energy exerted.

Shifting himself to your side, as to not suffocate you against his bulky frame, embracing your flustered, exhausted self in his strong arms, his twitching, thick cock, however remained buried inside.

"Tonight we shall remain united as man and woman, like so. Heed my words earnestly, Y/N. Until I see this belly grow round and full, you will stay in this chamber, until I say otherwise. You obey no other orders unless directly from me, understood? I will send maids to help you, you will not lift a single finger so long as you are my wife. You answer to no one but me.”’

Feeling your nod against his plump, meaty chest. Aegon’s hands found their way to your unkempt, loose hair. Brushing the strands off your sweaty, blush face. Although his words were stern and mildly threatening, his actions remained tender.

“B-But what if the Gods do not see me fit to mother your heirs? W-what if I am… What if I am barren, my King?”

Aegon’s silence was eerily unnerving, although his breath did not hitch in shock of your sudden question, his breathing now regained to stability, remained unfaltering as he contemplated.

“You are my wife, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. If anyone wishes to question your purpose in my life, regardless of whom, will answer to me… The King. And they will anguish as I see fit.”

The bright days and chill nights had passed since the wedding night. Aegon, committed to his promise, whenever his duty fulfilled and time free, he would return to you, only to embrace you, love you and fuck you. Proudly filling you day and night full of a fresh batch of his seed, despite practically still being a drenching mess from when he had last left you. Servants attended to your every need: when he felt he had you exhausted, pushed to your limits, your body delicate and tiresome eyes drifting off to a deep slumber. He would let you be, only sharing close proximity as he embraced you cozily. He ordered the chefs to have your supper and meals sent piping hot, in a timely manner and occasionally found himself joining you in attendance, than his own family feasts. A table set up for the both of you, an intimate quiet dinner between a husband and his wife. He much preferred your company, anyways.

His family, more often the Dowager Queen and Hand, himself, promptly questioned Aegon regarding your whereabouts, he would disclose to you.

“At one point my dear mother had feared you’d run away,” Aegon chuckled, as he scoffed a piece of his roast down, followed by a scull of his wine.

“And what if I had? Would you let me be, or have Ser Arryk sent out to seek me out, dear husband?”

Aegon’s familiar eyes flashed towards you instantly, although the longing, tender look was replaced with a cold, menacing pierce.

“Go against this union, means you go against my decision… The decision of your King. I would send out a whole battalion if need be, and when I have you in my grasp, I will rid you of this luxury and see to it that I lock you up in one of the cells below the Red Keep. Fuck you like a common whore, and summon you like a predator to its prey. Until I’m certain you’ve learnt your lesson… Now are you still tempted to run?”

Shaking your head promptly, Aegon’s half-hearted smirk was enough to ease the tension. With all the intimacy involved, you had both gradually become quite comfortable with one another, enough to speak your minds, as Aegon often urged from you on your behalf. Although, only between you two. He firmly ordered for servants and guards alike, to be absent during your shared moments, in an attempt to ease you into speaking with confidentiality and also, to avoid whispers being spread. After the Dance, Aegon was often sceptical of people’s intentions, considering all the treachery he’d been exposed to during the early years of his reign.

Regardless, it was Aegon who was the first to notice subtle changes, only adding it all up when you had meekly disclosed to him that you had not bled in the past two months. Immediately he sought a guard to fetch for the maester and soon enough, his long-awaited wishes had been confirmed.

Aegon often watched over you more intensely now, his eyes ogling over your swelling belly, how the waistline of your gown had grown slightly tighter around your stomach, and your breasts looking fuller, more sensitive under his teasing touch. Relieved, however it was far from the end for Aegon... The King himself, had become even more brutally protective over you, and the babe inside, still adamant on keeping you confined, rested and guarded.

"No harm will come towards you or the babe, so long as I breathe and rule."

He even had Sunfyre tenaciously fly above your tower, granting him peace of mind that no threat could overpower the fury of a dragon.

Nonetheless, the Gods had blessed you to full term, and a healthy babe was born. A son, a true embodiment of the Targaryen dynasty, and the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Aegon was beyond sated that you and the babe had recovered from the gruelling nature of birth, and seldom to his words, he allowed you free to roam, with the newborn warmly nestled in your arms, and Aegon relentlessly by your side. That was until, the King felt the desire for yet another heir to be proclaimed."Need I remind you of our wedding night, my beloved... You promised your King as many heirs. It is only natural as a true-born Targaryen, that I take what is mine."

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Love Is A Downfall

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3? | Epilogue

Summary:

One girl, two dragons.

Bound to one, attached to an another.

Love is the most powerful form of magic.

Love is the fuel that leads to destruction.

Fear leads of anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Pairing 💕 : Aemond Targaryen x !Redwyne reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Warnings / contains in this part: smut, fluff, 3some, some violence and gore, slight angst, green biased pov.

Word count: 5k

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“Tell me what you see, Aemond,” she gasped for air as another deep and hard thrust drove her closer to the brink of ecstasy, “I want to hear it.”

Aemond chuckled, squeezing her backside possessively before whispering in her ears, “I see your body, flushed and glistening with sweat," he began, his hot breath teasing her, “Your back arched, offering yourself to me.”

He left a delicious mark on the fragile skin of her neck, “I see the curve of your hips, the smoothness of your skin. Your beautiful bottom bouncing on my cock as I slam into you, claiming you as mine, again and again.”

Aemond grasped a strand of her silky hair gently as she whimpered tantalizingly, “I love you.”

Just he was about to lean down and kiss her, his brother’s voice, filled with amusement, echoed the room, “How adorable. She’s never told me that even I am her husband to be.”

Aemond growled in frustration at the interruption while the little figure under him giggled, “Shut up, Aeg. You know I love you both, just in different ways.”

Aemond turned her head roughly for a feverish kiss, “I love you,” he smirked at Aegon and bit her earlobe and teased, “My Queen.”

Aegon tensed as he closed the distance between them and tilted her bouncing chin caused by his brother’s forceful pounding, “You say you love me? My lustful betrothed?”

Aegon explored her mouth with his tongue meticulously.

He loved her too, but not the way Aemond did.

“Then take me in your mouth,” Aegon commanded, petting her hair tenderly.

Aemond glared at him ferociously at the provocative grin. He had no choice but to tolerate this.

She was too kind, too caring, too selfless, too innocent, well not exactly, to refuse either of them.

Aemond often cursed the gods for gifting Aegon such a soul.

Her mother, Erya Redwyne, childhood friend of Queen Alicent, brought her into the world the same day Aegon was born at the cost of her own life.

As the joyous cries of the two infants echoed through the Red Keep like a hopeful symphony, their fate was sealed.

Queen Alicent often jested about how Aegon used to steal her favorite toys in the nursery, causing the angelic young girl to cry.

Yet over the years, of all the responsibilities Aegon failed in, she remained the only exception.

Aemond could remember one instant after Aegon’s cruel taunts on his bastard nephews and him, his demeanor immediately changed as he welcomed her on piggyback.

Seven Years Ago

“You are so cruel! Let me down, Aegon!!” She protested yet her giggles pleaded otherwise.

“Why? I think I enjoy tormenting a young lady like you than my stoic brother,” Aegon grinned, his hands steadily on her calves while swirling her wildly.

Jace and Luke laughed while Aemond watched, a bizarre sensation burning in his stomach.

She seemed to have sensed his gaze and jumped off of Aegon without warning.

Aemond’s eyes widened as she, a head taller than him at the time, enclosed him in a tight embrace, “Your brother had been cruel to you again, hasn’t he? My sweet Aemond?” She leaned down and squeezed his cheeks, leaving the older brother whine in annoyance, “You could’ve fallen on the sharp stones and leave an ugly scar on your legs,” Aegon narrowed his eyes at the sight of his girl comforting his brother, “And your future lord husband will close his eyes while he beds you.”

She looked at Aegon unbelievably with hurt, anger and embarrassment.

“Let’s go,” she took the young prince’s small hands and left the training yard.

Aemond slightly raised his head and caught glimpse of diamond like drops forming in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.

And he knew why. The last time she cried, Aegon had called her an insolent ladybug.

Aemond, although young and small, spoke courteously, hoping to ease her sadness, “My lady, you are beautiful. Your grace far surpasses the mere allure of your physical beauty. You have a kind, and compassionate heart,” he swallowed, trying to look her in the eyes but failed as he returned his gaze on the ground, “I am thankful to have you in my life. Your future lord husband, no matter who he might be,” Aemond’s voice caught in his throat, he knew who she would eventually belong to, “Would be lucky to have you.”

But what he truly meant was, “I wish to have you as Aegon does.”

Surely, Aemond didn’t know what his wish signified. Until Driftmark. Or better. Until he found them pleasuring each other in his brother’s chamber.

But that was another story.

Aemond groaned as his felt his release approached. He bent down, squeezing her breasts, and whispered, “You ok, love? I am going to spill into you.”

Her nods were barely recognizable as Aegon buried her head mercilessly towards his hardened cock.

Aemond wanted to murder him.

If not for his gesture of tenderness.

Aegon slowed his pace and stroke her hair softly, looking at her for assurance.

She blinked at Aegon with mischief.

Of course, that, Aemond didn’t see.

After a deliciously short moment filled with moans, growls and screams of pleasure, they collapsed on the bed.

Aemond didn’t wait for an instant to envelop her in his arms before Aegon had the chance.

He pressed a kiss on her crown, murmuring sweet nothings to her ears, and caressed the deep and permanent scar on her left thigh over and over again.

Six Years Ago

“You really think that I should?” Aemond asked hesitantly.

“Of course you should!” She furrowed her brows, “A dragon is not property, not a heirloom to be passed on!”

Aemond lowered his head and smiled. Nothing could have made him stronger than to have her by his side.

Though, as the sea wind washed over their faces, she squeezed his hand anxiously, “But, I am scared if… if anything happens. You know, the dragons are-”

“Unpredictable,” Aemond nodded, “Even Targaryens may not be exceptions from their wrath.”

He reached out his hand and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ears, exposing her delicate features in all its beauty.

He had grown taller.

Almost as tall as her.

He noticed, secretly smirking in his mind.

“I’ll be there with you,” she declared.

Sensing his widened eyes and worries, she sealed his unspoken words with her finger, “And don’t you tell me what you to do! Little Aemond!”

Aemond breathed in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

One day, he will be her equal.

He will be the fiercest warrior, a Targaryen that people sing ballads about for centuries, the best dragon rider of his generation, if not of any generation.

He will become her protector.

“Stay here!” He ordered under the dimly moonlight lit beach. It was the first time he spoke to her with such authority.

It felt good, Aemond admitted it, not the control he exercised on her, but the fact that he knew that he was protecting her from harm.

“Aem,” she reached out his arm desperately before letting go, “Be careful. I’ll come to you if anything happens.”

Aemond stood stunned momentarily. He cupped her cheeks and promised full of conviction, “I will come back just fine. More than fine. I will become the rider of the largest dragon in the world. You will be the first one I rider her with. We’ll fly across the Narrow Sea, visit Pentos, Bravoos, Lys. We will be the rulers of the sky.”

She smiled faintly and leaned into his touch, “I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”

She watched his distancing figure with a mixture of pride and anxiety.

Aemond desired more than what he was handed to him.

He will never be satisfied.

He would not himself without his thirst for the world.

She loved him, though she didn’t fully understand what that word meant. It was different from what she felt for Aegon.

But she was sure of it, no matter what, she would follow him.

For what seemed like an eternity for her,

Aemond’s cries of raw excitement, exhilaration, and rush of adrenaline flowing his veins mixed with her cheers of pure pride and joy.

The green beast left out an equally ferocious roar, as if she shared his rider’s overwhelming emotions.

As the two rushed back into the castle, sand and joy written over their faces, they were fretted with five accusing figures, demanding for justice, she had anticipated. But she was wrong. They demanded for blood.

“It’s them!” The younger sister pointed at Aemond.

“It’s me,” Aemond held her hands confidently. He was no longer the dragonless spare, the little boy who needed her protection.

“Vhagar is my mother’s dragon,” Rhaena protested.

Before the girl beside him could retort, Aemond spat back, “Your mother’s dead and Vhagar has a new rider now.”

“She was mine to claim,” the younger sister clenched her fists.

Perhaps it was the allure of his newly claimed power, or it was truly his true nature emerging, Aemond tilted his head provocatively, “Then you should’ve claimed her. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.”

Her tangled hands stretched his arms, her eyes stared at him with disbelief, “Aem, don’t say that,” she whispered urgently.

Aemond clenched his jaw as he recognized the look on her face. It was the same one when his brother made that cruel jest.

They stared at each other for a short moment, forgetting the rival tension rising in the air.

The confused peace was brutally shattered as Rhaena’s punch landed on Aemond’s nose.

Caught off guard fleetingly, Aemond’s fury unleashed itself as another punch from Baela Targaryen on her.

With a burst of strength, he pushed the two sisters on the cold ground and tugged her into his arms, “Come at her again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!”

The next blow came from Jace, jumping on him with a rain of strikes, followed by Luke and the two sisters.

Yet she didn’t hold back. Aemond had never witnessed this side of her. Being slightly older than the Targaryen-Velaryon sisters, she held a slight advantage as she grabbed Baela’s hair violently and threw her on the floor.

Rhaena soon came to help of her sister, the three of them engaged in a savage dance of violence.

There was a fire in her that was unleashed, untamed and primal.

“You cowards!” She seethed while pinning Rhaena on the ground, “A dragon is not a slave. The dragon chooses its rider and she chose Aemond! Get your empty heads over it.”

Aemond, fueled by her words, twisted Jace’s fist directed at him toward towards his own chest with a taunting smirk, making him cry out in pain before kicking him on the ground.

With a swift move, he seized Luke’s neck and a rock in his hand.

“You will die screaming just like your father did,” Aemond sneered, “Bastards.”

“My father is still alive!” The small boy gasped for air.

“He doesn’t know, does he? Lord Strong?”Aemond chuckled, glaring at Jace, then at her, like a lion conquering a new terrain, declaring its victory and superiority, not only to instill fear into its opposing beasts, but also to impress the lioness.

As Aemond embraced the rush of victory and lowered down the rock, a shining dagger rose of Jace’s hand went unnoticed.

“Aem- Watch out!” She shrieked, capturing Jace’s hand with all her strength.

Everything blurred in Aemond’s eyes as his nephew growled and cut deep her thighs, a stream of blood bursting out of her flesh.

He rushed to her side and tried to cover the blood loss, but it was no use. The wound was too deep and in a critical place. She looked up at him in confusion and fear, her teeth trembled at the shade of deep red.

“You will pay for this!” He gritted his teeth, reseizing the rock before shoved Jace viciously on the floor.

Baela and Rhaena, shocked by the unseen rage of their cousin, stepped back.

“Aemond, we’ve won! Step down now!” She cried, her face mingling with tears of fear and blood from her open wound.

His gaze softened, hand lowering down the weapon.

He wished to carry her into his arms to the maesters.

How fate had an ironic twist.

Everything went scarlet and black as the ravaging pain cut through his left eye.

Aemond curled into a ball on the floor. His shrieks of pain mingling with her screams of horror tormented him like a giant bell ringing ringing in his head.

She jumped on his nephew, “You little rat! I will kill you!”

He heard Luke’s screams of help, Jace’s and her growls as they wrestled on the ground, trashing and pummeling each other.

Seconds slipped away, Aemond could do nothing but grapple in agony.

His lost eye continued to flow streams of blood while the other was forced to watch Jacaerys’ training in swordsmanship overpowering her advantage in height, her being chocked helplessly on the cold ground.

Their gaze locked.

She looked at him with despair.

Sorry. Her eyes told him. I am sorry that I couldn’t protect you.

In that l moment, a solemn vow crystallized within him - he pledged to do whatever it took to shield them both from ever enduring such depths of despair again. He would seize the future in his hands, defying even the gods if need be, to bestow upon her nothing but hope and joy.

The next thing he remembered was Ser Harrold Westerling dragging Jace from delivering another slap on her face.

Her thigh continued to ooze a ghastly flow of unstemmed blood.

She lost her conscience as the knight pulled Aemond from the ground.

With every fiber of his being aflame, he unleashed a torrent of hysterical screams, as though his desperate calls possessed the power to wrench her from the clutches of the Stranger, to defy the realms of the departed, and reunite her with the realm of the living, with him.

Both of them were brought to the maesters. Aemond’s teeth sank into each other, his fingers digging into his flesh at the piercing pain as the maester retreated his broken eye and wove his scar.

And she was there, lying peacefully as if she had fallen into a slumber, unaware of the healer’s hands on her flesh.

“It would heal, will it not, maester?” Alicent’s trembled as she asked.

Reminded by his mother, Aegon demanded with equal urgency at the maester treating the flesh of her thighs, “It will heal. Right?”

“The lady has lost considerable amount of blood, my prince.

The older prince felt hot tears swollen with hot tears.

He gently caressed her cheeks.

She was his responsibility and he failed her.

“The flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, Your Grace.”

“The flesh will heal, but the scar is permanent, my prince.”

Aemond watched his mother striking his brother on the face, “Where were you?”

“This,” Alicent spat furiously, “Is nothing compared to the abuse your brother and betrothed suffered when you were drowning in your cups, you fool!”

Aegon bit his lips, turning his head from his mother as he forced his tears back.

Alicent was right. He had indulged himself again, yet it was because his betrothed distanced herself from him ever since that jest in the training yard. He was such a coward, Aegon cursed himself, why couldn’t he just apologize?

If he had excused himself, he wouldn’t have been drown in cups, he would’ve been by her side, she wouldn’t have laid unconscious, Aemond wouldn’t have lost his eye.

The rest of that fateful night concluded in accusations and turmoils.

The agony of the sight of her fragile form and his wound prevented from memorizing everything about that fateful night of accusations and turmoils, but there was one thing etched into his memories.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves,” Rhaenyra pushed her children behind her, “Vile insults were levied against them. The legitimacy of my sons’ birth has been put into question. This is the highest of treason, Your Grace. Prince Aemond and Lady Redwyne must be sharped questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders.”

“Over an insult?” Alicent shook her head in disbelief, “My son has lost and eye!” She pointed her finger at the girl in slumber, “And she! She is Erya’s daughter!” Alicent exclaimed, “You would torture Erya’s daughter?!”

Silence was the princess’ answer. It was obvious that the queen’s attempt at recalling the memory of their deceased best friend was at no avail.

“You won’t touch her!” Aegon stood before her, his violet eyes blazing with an unprecedented fire.

“No one is to be tortured, boy,” the old king glanced at his eldest son and approached Aemond, “You tell me. Where did you hear such slanders?”

Aemond faced the broken old man he had been forced to call father and king head on. He looked at Alicent, then at Rhaenyra, Daemon,

Aegon, then, at her.

“It was Aegon,” he said.

“Me?”

“And you! Boy! Where did you hear such slanders?”

Aegon took a deep breath, averting his gaze on the floor, seeking to appear as clueless as possible, “Everybody knows, father. Just… Look at them.”

As the room fell into a haunting silence, Aemond and Aegon exchanged a look.

They hadn’t wanted to be a part of this fight, but their half-sister had forced their hand.

She had just threatened their everything, her.

Now, they would play ruthlessly together.

Present day

“Aem,” she purred, nestling in his chest.

Chuckling, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her with utmost adoration. She slowly rolled herself on top of him, her soft breast lied flat on his stomach and her ears pressed against his racing heart.

“Can I hold you?”

After gods know much time, Aegon asked with a hint of longing and jealousy.

She twinkled, sneaking a peck on Aemond’s cheek before accepting Aegon’s invitation.

Even tugged in Aegon’s embrace, she gazed back at Aemond with uncertainty.

With a mild smile and nod, she giggled and wrapped her arms around her betrothed with any reservation.

Did Aemond mind sharing her with his brother, the soon king to be?

The fuck yes.

Yet the One-Eyed Prince would do anything for the future queen of Seven Kingdoms.

The story how Rhaenyra gave up her claim on the Iron Throne was one both brothers, especially Aegon, was proud of.

It didn’t take much other than hiring a few pirates across the Narrow Sea to kidnap the Realm’s Delight and the Rogue Prince’s first born son to force her hand.

And…

A few more drops of herbs in the milk of poppy their father consumed daily, and an edict composed of, or deadly similar to, King Viserys’ handwriting.

Aemond kept watching the sight before him. Her fingers trailed on his brother’s chest. She leaned in to murmur something audible only to Aegon, who smirked and captured her lips into a passionate kiss before hovering her pliant body under him.

He diverted his gaze.

Seven Moons Ago

The first time he had seen them in such intimacy was on his seventeenth name day. The prince refused to display it, but butterflies burnt in his stomach as he replayed the anticipating whispers of her promises of an unforgettable gift. Curiosity reigned his mind as he strolled the Red Keep to the library, a sanctuary he would most likely to find her in.

Yet the spectacle before him made his world crumble down.

She looked like an exquisite doll at his brother’s mercy, his one hand exploring her forbidden forest while the other massaging her soft breast.

“Aeg, please,” she whimpered, grinding her core to the magic of his hand.

“Please what, my little betrothed,” Aegon whispered seductively while trailing a series of kisses down her neck, “For me not to stop? Squeeze your breasts harder? Or spank you over my knees for being such a lustful maiden? You’ll have to be specific.”

“All. Everything, please,” she arched her back, offering herself to him, exposing her neck while letting head fall backwards.

And that’s how she caught glimpse of Aemond.

“Aemond!”

She screamed. Her face flushed. Guilt and apology all over her features.

“It… it isn’t what it looks like.”

Aegon chortled at his brother’s murdering look, “Calm down, Aemond. It’s my duty to satisfy my betrothed’s unfulfilled desires in-“ he taunted, “Ways that violate the codes of propriety the least.”

Aemond breathed, his nostrils observably widened with fury, “Indeed, I will leave you to it,” he returned his gaze to her, his tone grave and devoid of emotions, “Enjoy yourself, my lady.”

Storming off from the library, Aemond felt disgusting liquids forming in his good eye while an excruciating ache formed in his sapphire eye where his lost eye used to be.

Urgent footsteps and her calling echoing behind him only urged him to stroll faster.

“Aemond! Please, let me explain!” She pressed her hand on his closing door desperately.

He didn’t respond. She was Aegon’s betrothed, destined to be his the moment she stepped into the world . He had only been a foolish, jealous and pathetic little boy hoping one day she could love him. However, despite every fiber of his being telling him that she had nothing to apologize for, he couldn’t help but to feel betrayed.

It was his name day, yet it felt like the most precious thing in his life had been ripped away from his heart.

“I am sorry,” her lips trembled.

“Why?” He tilted her chin, making her look him straight in the eye. He longed for her answer. He thirsted for the truth. Behind his commanding voice, Aemond Targaryen’s heart begged her to give him the very answer he craved, even if it knew it was wrong.

“I…” she opened her mouth, trying to find the right words.

“Tell me,” he stepped closer, “Is it because you know that my heart races every time I find you in proximity? That I have to force myself to divert my gaze every time Aegon has you in his arms? That every second of my life had been an excruciating torment, always desiring things and people that I can never have?”

Her eyes opened wide with shock and dilemma. She reached her hand to touch his cheek, “Some of it, perhaps,” she answered, her voice barely than s whisper, “But above all, because, because…”

He was convinced she bit her tongue out of nervousness.

“Because what?” Aemond demanded, his grip on her shoulders almost inciting pain.

“Because I love you.”

“What?” His voice almost a growl.

“I love you. I. Love. You,” she declared, tears swelling in her eyes, “I’ve always loved you.”

“And do you love him?” He shut the door abruptly, saving them both from the prying eyes, before cornering her on the wall like an wolf ready to devour a sheep.

Biting her lips, she spoke again, “I do.”

She grabbed his hand as if she was scared that he would walk away, “But you don’t understand, Aemond. He… he’s been with me since I was born. We cried together, mumbled our first words to each other. Aegon,” she hardened her resolve, “He is a part of me.”

To her surprise, Aemond pressed his forehead on hers, their lips only inches apart, “Do you love him like you love me? As much as you love me?”

A profound silence enveloped them.

“No.”

It was all it took for Aemond to crash on her lips.

Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies like like two starving migrants caught sight of honey on another.

As they gasped for breath, she slowly slipped her gown off and pressed her flesh against him, “I had a present for you, my prince. But I think you would prefer this gift.”

The prince’s movement froze at her offer.

It was too unreal. Too wrong yet too tempting.

“Has he?”

She understood the question and shook her head.

“Are you sure? Once we go down this path, there is no going back,” Aemond held the back of her neck tenderly, his one eye searching for any sign of hesitation.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life than right now, with you.”

“I’ve never had more faith in anyone, at any moment, than I do to you, right now. Go, Aemond Targaryen. Claim her. I know you can.”

The bittersweet flashback at Driftmark, when he was still whole, was all he needed for assurance.

She wrapped her arms around Aemond’s lean yet muscular shoulders as he carried her to the bed.

“I want to see you, all of you.”

With Aemond’s hands quivered, she took the initiative and slowly removed the barrier between them.

“I love you,” she murmured as she kissed the scar that lined the prince’s sapphire eye.

Aemond smirked as he traced his kisses in an agonizing pace to the centre of her core, “Let me show you how much I love you, my queen.”

She moaned at the title that she was soon to bear, a shameful yet arousing reminder of the betrayal against her betrothed, the man with whom she came to this world together.

Aemond took time particularly at the scar on her left thigh, savouring every imperfection with his tongue.

“Aem! Watch out!”

The image of Jacaerys’ blade cutting sliced through her perfect skin still gnawed his spirit.

“I should’ve killed him for what he did to you,” Aemond kissed her flesh possessively.

A light chuckle came from her mouth, “And now, you can. Aemond Targaryen,” she stretched out her fingers and teased the prince’s rarely messy hair, “But he is not worth our time.”

Her words were cut off by a loud moan as Aemond inserted a finger inside her while pressing his thumb on her pearl.

“Is that how he touched you?” He groaned, “Does he make you feel like this?” Aemond grinned before using one hand to to make her straddle him, the other squeezing her round bottom, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Not like you do, Aem,” she kissed him hungrily, eagerly grinding and teasing his hardened length, “Take me now. I am ready. Just,” she swallowed, “Be gentle.“

“Hmm,” he kissed along her collarbones, “I’ve never been good at gentle, but I’ll do my best for you. Always,” he pressed another kiss on her cheek, “I’ll do anything for you.”

With that, Aemond gently lifted her hips, allowing her to adjust to his length at her own rhythm.

Taking him fully, he sensed her body wince at the discomfort, her nails plunging into the flesh of his shoulders, her head buried behind his back.

“We can stop, love,” the prince wiped away a tear from her cheek caused by the pain.

“No,” she smiled, the trace of liquid still apparent on her skin, “I want you, I am sure of it.”

The two of them moved delicately, melting the unspoken and forbidden tension built between them like snow under the sun.

The initial winces of pain transformed quickly into soft whimpers of pleasure and light giggles.

“Do I bring you pleasure, love?” His voice laced with tenderness, “For your pleasure is my utmost desire.”

She laughed softly and met his stroke eagerly, “What do you think, my sweet Aemond?”

She then started leaving kisses on the top of his head, his hair, messing his silver lock with an insatiable appetite.

“My Queen,” he groaned, “I’m close.”

With a smirk, she took control and pinned his hands above his head, “Me too, my sweet prince.”

Although Aemond One-Eye rejoiced his Queen’s vigor, the blood of the dragon runs hotter than the blood of Redwyne.

He flipped over roughly on her back and replunged himself inside her.

“Gods, Aem,” she whined, “Fuck me like the dragon you are.”

Aemond’s breath hitched, his laughter filled the room, “I will fuck you until you forget your own name, my precious,” he whispered in her ears before slamming his hips into hers with all his might.

As the sinful slapping and screams of pleasure transformed the room into a sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world, the two collapsed on one another.

“Moon tea, then?” She asked softly.

“Moon tea,” he nodded, “for now.”

They stayed entangled in each other for quite a while. Thoughts swarmed through his mind like a hive of bees.

He took her maidenhead.

He, Aemond Targaryen, took her maidenhead.

She, Aegon’s promised, loved him.

She loved them both.

How could this story conclude happily?

Aemond forced out the few dark possibilities that crossed over his mind.

At least, he couldn’t possibly do that to her.

She seemed to have sensed his worries and kissed his forehead, “I’ll find a way, I promise.”

That’s how the three ended up here.

A week after their first passionate encounter, they found themselves giving into their desires again in the secrecy of Aemond’s chamber.

This time, Aegon burst in with a smug face.

“Mind if I join you?”

Aemond’s throat burnt with rage and embarrassment, “Get out.”

The older brother shrugged and did the opposite, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ears, “We tell each other everything, Aemond. I’ve known that she loved you for quite a while now.”

Do you know that she loves me more?

He wanted to throw that question onto his brother’s face, but he didn’t, for her sake.

Seeing Aemond’s clenching fists, Aegon moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, “I would do anything for her. I wouldn’t let her lose anything or anyone she loves, wouldn’t you, brother?”

She slowly reached Aemond’s hand hesitantly, “Are you mad at me, Aem?”

“No,” he cupped her cheeks, “Never at you, love.

Two sides fought brutally in the battlefield of Aemond Targaryen’s head.

One side lured him to rip off his brother’s head off.

The other side urged him to accept offer.

He chose the second option.

Present day

The inky night enveloped the sky at the hour of the Wolf.

The two brothers turned over and found the space between them empty.

She stood in solitude under the moon, her hair cascading down, her body enrobed by nothing but an almost transparent night gown.

A goddess.

They both thought.

“What are your thinking about, love?” Aegon left a feather light kiss on her neck.

She smiled and turned around to face them, “It’s a fortnight until the wedding and coronation.”

Aemond’s figure tensed.

“So many things are about to change. So many new responsibilities,” she sighed, drifting her gaze to the centre of King’s Landing, where undercurrents surges even in the darkest of nights.

“This,” she lowered her head, “Can’t continue. At least, not like this.”

Aemond’s heartbeat raced at her declaration.

She couldn’t abandon him.

She couldn’t.

Her chuckle slightly released his tension as she leaned into his chest.

“What she means is that we can’t lay together anymore,” Aegon clarified, a hint of amusement in his voice, “Relax yourself, brother. She’d never let you go.”

Aemond smiled faintly as he carried her back to bed. They were right. Although the moon tea had served as a temporary solution for their indiscretion, its effectiveness had been limited. Once a child was conceived under the scandalous circumstances, it would be impossible to know who the father was.

She grinned softly before drifting to sleep, “You are both going to be fathers. So get rid of your childishness, especially you, Aeg.”

As two of them fell into a delicious slumber, Aemond stared at the ceiling alone, contemplating the possibilities of the future.

It seemed like everything was falling into place.

Rhaenyra’s claim destroyed.

Aegon finally starting to take interests in his responsibilities.

Her declaring that she loved him, even more than his brother.

Them finding a way for their love to co-exist.

Despite all the signs of peace, Aemond couldn’t help but to have a lingering impression that it was the calm before the storm.

Author’s note: Team Aem or team aeg? Lemme know your thoughts.😚

Whispering, hinting: enjoy part 1 while you can ;) 🥺

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Covetousness - Aegon II x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Chubby!Aegon, King!Aegon, breastfeeding kink, pregnancy kink, slight body worship, edging, handies, pnv!sex, jealous sullen little brat Aegon, stuffing, creampie, breeding kink, he loves some milk, breast fixation

A/N: I was invaded by a dark spirit again and made this also I don’t beta excuse any fuckups

Tag list: @lovelykhaleesiii @ilikeitbetterangsty @fairysluna

Aegon was being sulky and mopey today, jealous of the lords in court obviously staring at your milk-swollen teats, unable to be hidden in any dress.

In typical fashion Aegon had a fit, ordered that the court session was over and threatened to have eyeballs cut out. Huffing and puffing down the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast he ranted, “They think because I’m scarred, fat, a simpleton the leeches can have my rose.”

You sighed, patting his pudgy hand, “Sweetheart, you’re perfect as is. Whose child is in my womb, hm?”

“Mine,” he muttered.

The rest of the walk was blackened by his ugly mood. Once sat down in your chambers Aegon poured himself a liberal amount of wine and angrily munched on sweet rolls. You sat in the chair across from him, hand across your belly. Gently you tried again, “My king, why must you hate yourself so? You’re amazing, going to be a good papa to the babe.”

His eyes softened up some at that. But his unthinking pouty mouth had to run. Aegon snapped, purple eyes flashing, “Best go find a Lannister or Arryn. Fat and inept just like that dead bastard Viserys.”

Your mouth downturned. The Targaryen had matched your pregnancy down to the mood swings, cravings, weight gain. Although he wasn’t svelte to begin with. Never the matter, he needed a firm hand. You stared at him blankly, idly caressing your stomach.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Am I disgusting you?”

You canted your head towards the huge bed and hummed, “Honey, go get on the bed and undress will you? Please?”

As foul of a temper he was in, the blonde was wrapped around your little finger. He sighed and blew smoke but did so, lounging out for you to ogle. You smiled and ambled over, turning for him to help you undress.

The fool liked you to wear low cut dresses, milk swollen tits spilling out. But then get mad when people looked. Aegon’s mind could be an enigma. But it was more likely the lack of forethought, prick overtaking common sense. Something to stare at while on his lofty seat atop the iron throne.

You moaned in relief when your teats were freed from the constrictive garment, Aegon’s hands grasping at your softened waist. He mumured, “C’mere let me, I know they hurt.” You turned and let your doting husband help your out-of-balance frame onto his wide thighs.

He made to suckle at a stretched nipple but you pushed the beast back with a resounding, “No.” His brows furrowed as Aegon squawked, “Why not? They look full up. I’m hungry.” Tutting at the blonde you pulled a cord from one of the curtains surrounding the bed. Aegon whinged and rolled his eyes, remaining pliant.

You tried to reach around him but both of your bellies were in the way. One soft with indulgence, the other hard with child. Eventually you made Aegon turn himself to the side so you could tie his wrists up. Poor thing was beet red now, grumbling under his breath.

Sighing in contentment you stroked a full cheek, simpering, “Do I always have to force it into your thick skull Aeg? I love you, only you.” His eyes shone, his eagerness for affection peaking splendidly. Aegon rasped, “Will you show me? I’m not quite sure?”

Cheeky bastard.

Awkwardly leaning to the side you felt around the side table for the scented oil. Aegon’s stiff prick nudged at the bottom of your rounded stomach. Violet eyes flickered up, the king treading lightly, “My rose, wh-what is the plan here?” You shrugged and coated your hand in the lavender oil, gripping his turgid cock. Aegon gasped out, back arching, shoving his generous gut into you. The softness made you squirm, grow wetter.

You jerked him in smooth slides, lids heavy and focused on only him. Aegon was panting already, thick thighs trembling around your own. “Can’t you see how much I desire you Aegon? How wet and needy I am for you?” He groaned in agony, eyes fluttering. You continued in a sultry purr, “Every morning I see how you’ve bred me good and get so, ah, aroused. Can barely reach anymore. Have to rut on a pillow like a maiden.”

Aegon babbled, “Gods, sweetheart, you’re killing me!”

He strained against the bonds, panting shamelessly. You giggled at the copious spend leaking from his cock, making the glide so thick and lurid. Aegon whined, “Let me have a taste,

oh gods, gonna cum already!” You shook your head no, slowing your fist to a frustrating halt.

“You can drink if you make it two more times Hm? Two times for mentioning Lannister and Arryn like I want anyone but you. They can look all they want, but they’ll never have my cunt or my womb, my sweet milk you greedy thing.” Aegon’s belly trembled, even his softened chest peaking from arousal.

“I’ll do it, yes, my r-rose! M’so sorry I was being an ass! Can I touch you atleast?“

“One more and you can touch.”

Thus began the the second round of your fist fucking Aegon silly. You cooed, “So gorgeous my king, such a good ruler, look at you.” He groaned deeply, nose scrunching up. “My strong husband, a king should fit his throne like you do, need a healthy appetite to run the realm. No matter you’ve gotten soft.” Aegon pled, “F-fffuck love, oh you’ve got to stop, I’m so close!”

“Do you think your belly is bigger than mine?”

“Oh stop stop stop, I’ll ruin it, shit!”

You grinned and caressed his cheek with your clean hand, pinching the soft flesh. Another awkward session of maneuvering was endured to get Aeg’s wrists free. Before he could grab your waiting flesh, you hummed, “Touching only, make it through you get my tits.” He whined impatiently, “Yes, yes!”

He instantly groped and felt up your belly and tits, pretty eyes rolling up. He panted over the rhythmic ‘Schlick schlick Schlick’ of your fist, “Oh my gods- love- you’re so gorgeous, can’t believe I did this to you, fucking goddess.” Your own eyes fluttered at that, suddenly needing to sit on your lovers cock.

Aegon was sweating and beginning to shake again, growling, “You’re right- hah- all mine to fuck and breed as I please.” You moaned, “Smith’s balls, yes, want to be full of you all the time, only you!” Your lover gripped your moving hand, stopping it, eyes pleading.

“Oh fuck it.”

His calloused hands helped you lift up onto his purpling cock, slick and engorged. In a hoarse cry you gripped at his sturdy shoulders, moving the best you could. This wasn’t going to be a long, nor acrobatic affair. “Go on, have a taste, drink it up my love.” Aegon took to your left teat greedily, coaxing that sweet milk out.

His pudgy hands massaged at your sore tits, making you whine and squirm on his lip, so oversensitive from the pregnancy. The blonde moaned around desperate gulps, rutting into your cunt, building a strange friction setting your spine alight.

He drank and drank until your tit wasn’t fit to burst, wiping the droplet of milk from your mouth. Aegon rasped, “Goddamn ambrosia, fuck.” He dove back to your other nipple, giving the same grasping manner. You could feel his belly swelling with the liquid, pushing you back some. Your nimble fingers slid down to your swollen bud, circling roughly, hoarse groans escaping your lips, chanting his name in a litany.

Aegon gasped around your tit, breathing against the flesh, breathing while he kept rutting. The king managed, “Gonna cum, keep touching that sweet cunt darling, I’m about to burst.” His lips sealed back, violet eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

All the stimulation, Aegon’s greedy groping and suckling, his thick cock nudging your sweet spot sent you over the edge with a wail, inner walls clamping down. Your husbands hands dug into your hips, shouting as you drug his orgasm out by surprise. Milk coated his full lips and chin, the royal carrying on grunting as he pumped your womb full.

Then he finished off the rest of your milk, leaning back with a satisfied belch, goddamn pig. You were still seated on his cock, worn out from the strenuous activities. Aegon’s belly was swollen and full, him looking quite dozy. He held your hands as you clambered off of him, laying on his side, pregnant belly flush to his softness.

He pet at your hair, murmuring, “By the gods, I do apologize. I get all in my head, think you’ll find someone less of a buffoon.” He smiled at you, but his eyes shone with fear. Rubbing at the sparse hair on his chest you replied, “No, you’re a buffoon for thinking you’re a buffoon. Obviously I’m quite invested in my handsome king. Though I do wonder how you’re going to share with the babe.”

You snickered at the pouty look on his lips, Aegon muttering about your ‘mean joke’. You gingerly rubbed his belly and hummed, “Don’t worry, I’ll save some for you, just get it while you can yeah?”

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #hotd smut #pregnant reader #chubby!aegon ii

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apothe-roses · 5 months

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12 Days of Smuff

Day 7: Sharing a Drink & Toys

Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 631

Warnings: Dub con (Aegon does not get explicit consent before initiating), degrading, overstim, use of a vibrator

Prompt created by @madmax8603. Dividers by @cafekitsune and @mykento

Disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the right to the character of Aegon II Targaryen.

It was supposed to be a quiet night. Just you, a bottle of wine, and some shitty Christmas romcom. Things take an abrupt turn when Aegon storms into your apartment, startling you. He clumsily toes off his shoes, stalks over to the couch, and flops down next to you.

“Another successful family dinner I take it?” you ask.

Aegon snorts. “Father mistook me for Helaena. Twice.” He snatches your wine glass, taking a long sip.

You snatch your glass back. “Get your own,” you tease.

“I mean, I know we’re all blonde, but Helaena wears her hair longer than mine!” he continues. “Also, the glasses are all the way in the kitchen.” The last part comes out as a whine. You roll your eyes.

Aegon sags into the cushions. “Which one is this?” He asks, nodding to the movie playing.

“Does it matter? They’re all basically the same,” you answer, refilling your glass.

“True,” he laughs.

You two fall into a comfortable silence, taking turns sipping wine. You feel Aegon’s eyes on you.

“I’m not fucking you again,” you say without looking at him.

“I wasn’t gonna ask you to fuck me!” He retorted.

“Please, I know that look,” you scoff.

“When was the last time you fucked anyone anyways?” he wondered.

“That’s none of your business,” you reply. “Besides, my vibe does the job perfectly fine.”

“Just fine?” Aegon raises a brow.

“It gets me off! At least I’m guaranteed to finish,” you grumble into your wine glass. Aegon stares at you for a moment, eyes narrowed in thought. Then, he gets up and leaves without another word. You watch him go, then turn back to the movie. You hear him shuffling around in your room, but he walks back in before you can get up and confront him about it. He’s holding your vibrator in his fist.

“How do you know-,” you start.

“Top drawer nightstand. Not exactly original,” Aegon interrupts, retaking his seat on the couch.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“You said you prefer your little toy, so I’m giving you what you want.”

Before you can protest, Aegon turns on the vibrator and presses it against you over your clothes. Your rebuttal turns into a moan as he rubs circles into your clit.

“This what you want?” he growls, turning the speed up. You let your legs fall open, head lolling back.

“No? Maybe is should stop then,” he threatens.

“Wait, don’t!” you whine, grabbing his wrist. He gives you a wry smile.

“That’s more like it.”

He removes the vibrator long enough to roughly drag your bottoms down your legs. His grin widens when he sees the wet spot on your panties.

“You know, I think you may be right. I mean look at how easy it was to get you all nice and wet. Fucking slut,” he spits. That only serves to turn you on more. He presses the head of your toy hard against your clit, Turing it up to the highest speed.

“Come on, come for me like the desperate little white you are,” he rumbles, moving the toy in circles.

Your peak washes over you all to quickly. Your back arches off the sofa and your eyes roll back, a loud moan escaping your lips.

Aegon helps you ride through your orgasm. You think he’s going to stop when you start to twitch from overstimulation, but he intensities his ministrations instead. Your moans become more high pitched, and a tear escapes your eye.

“Aeg. Too much,” you shakily force out.

“Aw, but you’re so cute like this,” he coos. “Such a pretty little crier.” You love it and hate it at the same time.

“H-how many m-more?” you stammer.

“Oh, until the battery dies,” he hums, with a devilish smirk.

#12 days of smuff #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #modern aegon #modern aegon x reader

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Under the Mistletoe ~ Down In Flames

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

summary: The infamous Christmas party that occurred before the events of Down In Flames.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: drinking, smoking, angst, descriptions & mentions of vomiting, cheating

note: this was so SO fun to revisit and write for my babies!! it honestly made me tear up how easy it was to slide back into the story, I hope you all enjoy it! 🩷

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“I thought you hated me,” you tell him.

“I never hated you,” he tells you, honestly.

You narrow your eyes, thinking back on the past two years. You and Aemond had your fair share of heated moments. It seemed like from the very beginning you were destined to piss each other off.

“You definitely hated me,” you argue, but he shakes his head chuckling softly.

“Oh yeah?”

“What about the time I puked in the living room?” you tell him, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Or the time I stole your car to drive to Riverrun,” you tell him.

Aemond frowns, dropping his spoon momentarily, eyebrows creasing together.

“That was you?” he answers, thinking back, “Not even then.”

You smirk at him then.

“What about last year’s Christmas party?” you ask, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Aemond glares at you then, and you know you’ve got him.

“I knew it,” you tell him but he only shakes his head at the memory.

Then

You slam the door to Aegon’s car, hurrying up the steps toward the Targaryen mansion, heels clicking against the stone walkway. The mansion is alive with guests, you can hear the music from outside as you shiver in the frigid winter air.

“Will you-shit-” Aegon mumbles, struggling to get out of the passenger side, hitting his head as he does, “Fucking stop!”

A wave of anger passes through you, but you do as Aegon says, coming to a stop and turning on your heel.

“You’re supposed to be sober,” you hiss at him.

“It’s Christmas!”

You turn away from him, but he grabs your arm pouting.

“C’mon it's a party, baby please,” Aegon whines, voice breaking.

“It’s barely sundown, and we just fucking got here,” your lip curls with anger and disgust, “Your mom is going to be pissed Aeg.”

“She won’t even notice,” he argues, sliding a hand through his hair, before digging in his suit jacket for a cigarette.

“Fucking hell,” you groan as he struggles to light it, “You were supposed to drive.”

“Gimme the keys,” Aegon says, lips firmly around the now-lit cigarette.

You reach up, plucking it from his lips and smashing it underneath your shoe.

“That’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m a great driver.”

A reminder to you, to hide the keys later.

“You’re an asshole,” you tell him and he frowns.

“You love it,” he argues, reaching for another cigarette.

“Do not,” you warn him and he gives an exasperated sigh.

“You my mom now?”

“Your actual mom is waiting. And your dad. They miss you.”

It’s true. Aegon rarely answers phone calls or texts from Alicent, so she’s taken to communicating through you.

“Yeah, whatever,” Aegon grumbles, “I’m just tired, okay? Band practiced late last night.”

You hold his gaze. It’s always been so easy for him to lie to you. You think for a moment if you should call him on his shit, knowing damn well there was no rehearsal the previous night. Jace and Luke had grabbed drinks with Baela and you.

“Sure,” you answer, choosing not to pick a fight.

Aegon reaches for you, wiggling his fingers expectantly. You lace your fingers through his and walk into his parents’ house.

The Targaryens are known for their lavish parties, and their winter holiday party is no exception. They’ve invited everyone they know, the extravagant mansion is filled with people dressed in suits and silk dresses for the occasion. The grand staircase in the foyer is wrapped with garland; a deep forest green with twinkling lights snaking up the banisters.

Several Christmas trees are present, each with a different color scheme. You remember Alicent telling you once she has them decorated for each of Viserys’ children. One entirely gold, another decorated with glittering red ornaments, and another sparkling green and bronze.

“Hey,” Helaena greets you, making her way through the crowd.

Her silver hair is curled, half pulled away from her face in a braided bun that rests near the crown of her head. She’s wearing a pale blue dress that hugs her figure, a pair of snowflake earrings dangling from her ears. She wraps her arm around you in a hug, eyes flickering to Aegon.

The floral scent of her perfume engulfs you and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself. Aegon always has your heart rate at a dangerous speed.

“You okay?” Hel asks as she pulls away, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mhmm, just peachy,” you tell her, as Alicent approaches.

She loops her arms around Aegon and he rolls his eyes.

“Hey Mom,” he says softly, but you know he’s enjoying the attention.

Alicent pulls away, stroking some silver hair from his face.

“How are you?” she asks, smiling softly.

Her eyes dart over to you and she kisses your cheek, before returning her attention to her eldest son.

“I’m okay,” Aegon grumbles, “Promise.”

“I thought you’d come with Aemond,” Alicent says.

You look around the room. Aemond’s pretty hard to miss, standing over six feet tall with his platinum hair and sapphire eye that catches any light in the room. You haven't seen him yet. You do however catch the eye of Daemon, who is seated currently, Rhaenyra standing to his side conversing with someone. His lips curl into a smile and he nods, as you look away.

You spot Baela and Jace hanging around the corner of the room and waltz over to them. Baela is the first to notice you, whistling appreciatively at your outfit. The deep midnight blue dress hugs every curve perfectly, with several sparkles glittering throughout the fabric making the dress appear as though it was crafted from the night sky.

“You look damn good, girl,” Baela says as she hugs you.

“Thanks, Bae,” you tell her, “You look stunning.”

Baela gives a small twirl. Most of her silver curls are piled atop her head, with a few strands loose to frame her face. The dress she wears is blood red, her cleavage spilling from the top. Jace’s cheeks are red, his eyes following Baela’s every move.

“Where’s Rhaena?” you ask.

“Where do you think?” Baela snorts.

You look around the room and sure enough spot Rhaena, twirling a silver loc between her fingers, leaning against the wall conversing with Aemond. He’s looking the other way, directly at you, hair pulled away from his face in a low bun. You catch his eye momentarily before you look away.

“She’s relentless,” Baela chastises, “But he seems in a good mood tonight. Didn’t bring that woman with him.”

“What was her name again?” you ask and Baela shrugs.

You remember who she’s talking about. An older woman Aemond had begun hooking up with.

“I think he stopped seeing her,” Jace comments, taking a sip of his drink.

“Where’s Aegon?” Baela asks, though her tone suggests she wanted to avoid the topic.

You sigh as Luke joins you, holding out a glass of wine for you to take.

“You look like you need this,” he tells you as you graciously accept.

You take a sip and Baela raises an eyebrow. You roll your eyes looking around the room. It’s easy to find Aegon, he’s sitting on the couch, telling some story to a dark-haired girl who’s perched on the armrest next to him. His hand is twitching, as though it wants to wander up the length of her thigh.

“He’s socializing,” you tell them, through your teeth.

“He’s disrespecting you,” Baela argues, nostrils flaring, “I’m going over there-”

“Don’t,” you warn, grabbing her arm, “I don’t want to make a scene. Not tonight.”

“This is such bullshit Y/N,” she argues.

“Just not tonight,” you beg, “Please.”

Her eyes bore into yours. Avoid, avoid, avoid. It’s what you do best. If you avoid it long enough, perhaps he’ll change. Maybe he’ll wake up and realize you’re all he needs. You don’t say this aloud. But Baela can see it in your eyes.

“Tomorrow he’s fair game,” she tells you, “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“I’d pay money to see that,” Luke says, nodding.

Baela pushes him in the shoulder and he feigns being in pain.

“Anyone want to do shots?” he asks when he’s recovered.

You glance at Aegon, still entranced with someone else.

“Let’s do it,” you tell Luke, who cheers in response.

You follow him across the room, grabbing Rhaena’s hand to force her into joining. She makes a noise of protest but Aemond takes the opportunity to walk across the room, joining his grandfather in a conversation.

“Y/N!” Rhaena whines as you hand her a shot glass.

“You’re drooling,” you tell her, “Stop it.”

“I am not,” she hisses, but she takes the shot.

“Let him come to you,” you advise, downing your own shot, “I feel like Aemond likes a chase.”

“I feel like Aemond doesn’t like anything or anyone,” Rhaena argues.

“Then why do you like him?” you wonder, eyes flickering to where he stands across the room.

Rhaena flushes, and shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, “He seems sweet, he just needs to open a little bit. And I’m a great listener.”

“I know you are,” you say, giving her nose a boop, “Just make sure you’re being careful, okay?”

“He didn’t bring Alys,” she says excitedly, “I think he’s available again.”

Alys. That was her name. You look at Aemond again, meeting his eye as he takes a sip from his drink. Otto Hightower follows his gaze, landing on you. You turn from them both. Otto Hightower sends a shiver up your spine.

“I’m going back over there,” Rhaena says, “How do I look?”

You smile affectionately at her. The rose pink dress she wears, the glitter on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful. Aemond doesn’t deserve her. You’re not sure why he hasn’t returned her affections.

“You look amazing,” you tell her, and then she’s off.

You stay with Luke for a while, alternating between shots and wine. Aegon has vanished to some other part of the room, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. If he doesn’t, why should you?

You move about the room, pushing past people trying to find a spot to rest your feet. Your heels are very cute but not very uncomfortable. You walk over near the door frame that leads into the kitchen, leaning against it. You close your eyes to steady yourself, and take a deep breath; the room has started to spin.

“You’re under the mistletoe,” a voice says, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

Daemon Targaryen.

A giggle slips through your lips. What the fuck. You must have had more alcohol than you thought if you were giggling at the antics of Daemon Targaryen. He’s painfully handsome, you have to admit, but you’ve barely spoken more than a few words to him.

“I guess I am,” you tell him, glancing up at the green plant that hangs above your head.

“Where��s Aegon?” Daemon asks, leaning forward, a strand of silver hair falling into his face.

You bite your lip, tapping a nail against your glass. He’s handsome. Older. Your cheeks flush and your gaze runs along his chest, down the front of his tie, down to his belt buckle. You force your eyes to move back to his face and are greeted by a small smirk.

“I don’t know,” you tell him, letting your lashes flutter suggestively.

“Shame for him,” Daemon murmurs.

He’s inching closer, a large hand pawing at your waist, drawing you nearer. It would be so easy to let him have you. It’d been so long since someone wanted you, really wanted you. Aegon wouldn’t have to know. The party guests could care less who Daemon kissed.

Almost all of them.

Aemond had been watching you for the majority of the evening. Downing glass after glass, not bothering to pace yourself. You were miserable, he could tell, as you often were. Still, he kept to the sidelines, watching from afar. But now he couldn’t take any more.

Aemond strode through the crowd, making his way toward you and Daemon. A snarl appeared on his face as Daemon placed his free hand on the side of your face. Your lips were plump and ready to be kissed, eyes fluttering shut before Aemond pulled you from Daemon’s grasp.

“Enough,” he growled.

“Just a bit of holiday fun,” Daemon assured him, leaning against the wall.

Aemond doesn’t release his grip on your arm, long fingers digging into you painfully as he pulls you down a hallway. Your legs struggle to keep up with his wide strides, heels catching on the carpet.

“What’s the big fucking deal? It’s a game, Aemond, a silly tradition,” you tell him, yanking your arm away.

He’s just like Aegon. Rough, demanding, bullying. Pulling you this way and that. Aemond turns to you, lip curled in distaste.

“Cheating is a game?”

“Aegon seems to think so,” you snap, rubbing your arm.

“So you’ve finally stooped to his level then? How mature of you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Real classy of you, who’s next you think? Daeron?”

“Certainly not you,” you seethe.

Aemond’s nostrils flare, violet eye full of rage. You stare him down for a moment, chest heaving with every breath.

“I’m not interested,” Aemond says through his teeth.

“I figured,” you tell him, shoving past him.

“Y/N-”

“What?” you say, turning to face him once more, “What else, Aemond? If you have something to me, say it.”

You take a step closer. You fucking hate him. The judgemental look in his eye is written all over his face. The pure loathing that rolls off of him, creates tension in the space between you.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Aemond says, shaking his head and looking away, “Besides sober the fuck up. Aegon’s enough to deal with. I don’t need to be dragging your ass home too.”

“I hate you,” you snap, feeling childish.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, lower lip trembles. You can feel your eyes beginning to well with angry tears. You don’t even know where Aegon is at this point. Aemond meets your eyes then.

“Great.”

“I do.”

“Fucking fantastic, Y/N.”

“Screw you!”

“Screw you!” Aemond says, raising his voice, “This the reaction you’re looking for? Huh?”

You take a step back and something flickers across Aemond’s face. Regret.

“Find Aegon if you’re trying to pick a fight,” he tells you, moving to leave.

“I’m….” you swallow, “I’m going to be sick.”

“What?” Aemond asks.

“I’m-” the rest of the sentence doesn’t happen as you slam your hand over your mouth, pushed by Aemond, trying to find the nearest bathroom.

“Y/N!”

Your name fades into the background as the blood rushes to your head and you have the last hour of drinks into Alicent’s favorite fern.

“Oh shit,” Aemond says, turning away as you continue to retch.

“Get Baela!” you moan, but it comes out as garbled speech.

“What?”

“Baela!”

“Yes, okay, yeah, I’ll get her,” Aemond says, shuffling awkwardly before leaving to find Baela.

When he returns you’re laying on your side, in the fetal position, dress scrunched around your waist. Aemond flushes slightly at the exposed flesh of your thighs before Baela kneels pulling your dress down.

“Shit,” Baela groans, “Fucking Aegon and his stupid fucking prick-faced, shit-head-”

“Bae,” you whine.

“C’mon,” Baela says, helping you to your feet, “We have to get her home.”

Aemond nods.

“I can drive,” he tells Baela.

“Where’s Aeg?” you moan, “Where is he?”

Baela and Aemond lock eyes. Neither can answer. Luckily, they’re spared the answer when your stomach lurches once more and you heave, vomiting on Aemond’s shoes.

“Fucking-” Aemond yells, face twisting in disgust.

Baela’s eyes widen, a harsh laugh slipping through her parted lips. Aemond glares at her.

“It’s not funny,” Baela says, trying to hide her smile.

She shakes her head, curls bouncing around her face. Aemond kicks his feet, stomach-turning before he grabs your face with his hands.

“No more,” he tells you, staring into your watery eyes, “We have to go through the party.”

“I can’t help it,” you groan, trying to twist your face out of his hands.

Aemond holds your face tightly in his grasp; his calloused hands are warm against your cheeks.

“Yes, you can. Just until we’re outside,” he commands you, “C’mon you love a challenge.”

It’s your turn to glare at him, but you nod biting your tongue. Aemond pats your cheeks almost affectionately.

“Good girl, okay let's go,” Aemond says, walking toward the main room.

“Do not puke,” Baela tells you as she loops her arms around you, guiding you forward.

By some miracle, you manage to say goodbye to Alicent and make it through to the rest of the guests. But when you’re on the front steps you heave once more into the rose bushes that litter the front of the house.

Your stomach is nearly empty at this point, it's just painful dry heaves that send you curling into yourself. Your head pounds and you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

As Baela lays you down in the back of Aemond’s car, Aegon stumbles out of the house. Baela glares at him, sharing a knowing look with Aemond as Aegon fixes his belt buckle.

“What happened?” Aegon says, frowning at the sight.

“She’s wasted you dickhead,” Baela snaps, brushing some hair from your face.

Aegon climbs into the back of the car, placing your head on his lap. Baela rolls her eyes as he strokes some hair from your face, and whispers in your ear. Aemond slams the car door shut.

“You coming with?” he asks Baela, heading to the driver’s side.

Baela doesn’t answer, she simply opens the passenger side door and slips inside.

The drive home is quick, not that you remember much of it. The last thing you remember is Baela tucking you into bed, securing the covers around your chin.

“What about me?” Aegon grumbles, lips forming a pout, “You gonna tuck me in too Bae?”

“You sleep in the living room,” Baela says, throwing Aegon a pillow, “Sober up asshole.”

“Fuck off,” Aegon grumbles, but Aemond places a hand on his shoulder.

“Couch,” he tells Aegon, glare murderously.

“Whatever,” Aegon says, beginning to strip his clothing, leaving a trail behind him as he heads to the living room.

Baela glances at Aemond, who still stands in the doorway, gaze locked on your sleeping figure.

“I should call Jace,” Baela says, stroking the hair from your face, “Let him know I’m crashing here.”

Aemond hums in response, glancing at your sleeping figure as Baela pulls out her phone.

“I’ll make sure Aegon leaves her alone,” Aemond tells her, “Tell Jace to pick you up.”

Baela looks him up and down.

“You sure?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he assures her and she shrugs, walking out of the room.

Aemond closes the door behind him as he leaves after Baela, not without giving you one last long look.

When you wake, your head is pounding. You groan, mouth feeling like it's full of sawdust before you rise from bed and exit the bedroom.

You walk into the kitchen, meaning to pour yourself a glass of water. A snore startles you and you flinch, turning toward the living room. Aegon is sleeping, mouth open, arm dangling off the side. You walk over to him, poking his cheek.

“Fuck off Aemond-” he grumbles, turning.

“Nice,” you tell him as he peers up at you.

“Can I come to bed now?” he asks.

“Not sure why you weren’t there,” you tell him, “It’s your room.”

Aegon rises, the blankets falling to the floor revealing his naked form.

“Your knight in shining armor didn’t allow it,” he grumbles, walking past you toward his room.

“Who?”

But Aegon doesn’t answer, he just walks into his room. You hear the squeak of his bed as he lies down. You retreat back into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pour yourself a glass. As you finish you turn, only to be surprised by Aemond standing in front of you. You flinch, dropping your cup, water splashing over the floor and on your bare feet.

“Shit!” you yelp, hopping away from the spill.

Thankfully the cup is plastic and it bounces away from you. You hurriedly grab paper towels laying them on the floor. Aemond stands, not offering any help as you clean up the spill, placing the cup on the counter. You give him a questioning look.

He’s dressed as though he’d just woken up as well, with his hair pulled from his face in a braid and a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hips. His signature silver chain is around his neck disappearing below the neckline of his black tank top that hugs his upper body.

“You vomited,” Aemond tells you.

You frown, a moment of silence falling between you.

“Oh,” you tell him.

“On my shoes,” he finishes.

Aemond stares at you, and you stare back, cheeks reddening with slight embarrassment. Though, at least it was just Aemond. He already hates you, you’ve nothing left to really lose.

“Sorry,” you tell him.

Aemond blinks like he wants to cuss you out before he adjusts his jaw and gives a breathless laugh instead.

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” he asks.

You don’t answer at first. You’ve been asked that question a million times before. By Baela. By Rhaena. By Helaena. Hell, even Alicent has pulled you aside to chat about it. No one ever understands.

“I love him.”

Aemond nods, laughing bitterly. It feels foolish to tell him that.

“That’s it then,” he says, more to himself than to you.

Your brow furrows, confused at his reaction as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He closes his eye, releasing a deep sigh.

“Fuck me,” he groans, exasperated.

You swallow, assuming he’s sick of the drama he’s surrounded by. He should be. It’s fucking exhausting, you and Aegon. Aegon and you. Twin flames consuming one another. Destroying one another.

“Do whatever you want,” he tells you, “Just don’t make me watch.”

“No one’s making you,” you snap.

“No,” he agrees, “I guess you’re right.”

Aemond walks over to you then.

“But don’t expect me to coddle you. I’m not Baela, I’m sure as hell not Rhaena,” he says, eye flickering about your face.

Your breath catches at his closeness.

“Fine,” you tell him.

He’s close enough you can feel his breath on his face. You don’t know what you’re thinking, but you can’t help it, your eyes flicker momentarily to his lips. Aemond notices, and you hear his breathing stop.

“Sleep it off,” he murmurs, breaking the tension.

He leans back giving you a once over, before exiting the kitchen. Aemond calls to you once more as he walks away, keeping his voice low.

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

You’re left in the kitchen, hands clutching your glass of water. You glance out the window, watching as snow falls gently, covering the ground in a layer of powder before silently retreating back to Aegon’s room.

Aemond listens to your footsteps, his back pressed against the closed door of his room, heart beating erratically in his chest. He hears the click of Aegon’s door closing, the soft timbre of your voice flowing through the wall that separates the two rooms.

He can’t make out what you’re saying, just the disappointed tone, the soft whine that creeps into the end of your sentence.

Aemond leans his head against the door, before grabbing a pair of noise-canceling headphones, blasting music to drown out the angry sounds that echo from Aegon’s room.

A habit he has grown tragically accustomed to.

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (part two)

Words: 3.6K

Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI swearing, drinking, burnt pancakes. Mild slowburn. Overall bad writing. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: ...and they were roomates...again. I tried my best to proof read for mistakes and I think I caught them all but I’m sooooooo tired. Thank you guys for reading.

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Burning. You had hardly even opened your puffy eyes that morning, and already your senses were flooded with the heavy smell of something burning. When you finally registered that you weren’t dreaming any longer, you shot straight up in bed. The fact that it’s not your bed shocks you for only a moment before the memories of the previous night come rushing back to you. Aegon’s bed, Aegon’s clothes, fucking Dalton.

You grumble sleepily to yourself as you slip out of bed and pad to the door, the faint sound of hushed bickering coming from the other side of it. You push out into the hall, down the short hallway, and into the entrance of the kitchen as you’re met with the sight of not one, but two Targaryen’s hovered over the stove. Their voices are hushed, clearly in an attempt not to wake you just yet. “I told you we had to put something in the pan first–”

The eldest brother pushed his sisters prying hands away in annoyance. “Get away from me, dude. You’re not helping.”

“Okay, well, it’s sticking!” Helaena reaches for the spatula that Aegon is roughly trying to jam under what you assumed was supposed to be a pancake.

“I know it’s sticking!” he twisted away from her, using his back to block her access to the oven.

“The bottom is burnt to a crisp. You’re ruining it!” she smacked his shoulder. “Let me help. You’re gonna make her more depressed.”

“ShutUpShutUpShutUp, you’re stressing me out!” he groans, throwing his head back in annoyance. You could watch their bickering all morning, but folded your arms over your chest and cleared your throat to diffuse the situation before someone got assaulted with a spatula.

“Good morning,” you interrupted.

“Y/N!” Helaena rounded the kitchen island, and wrapped her arms around you in a delicate, and rare, hug. “How are you feeling, lovey?”

A half hearted smile graced your lips. “I’m okay,” you shrugged as she brought her hands up to your cheeks and squished, a weak giggle fell from your lips.

“I fucking hated him by the way,” she offered.

“I did too,” Aegon added in from across the kitchen, leaning against the counter, having abandoned his poor attempt at breakfast.

“Anyway,” Helaena stepped out of your embrace, rubbing your shoulders to comfort you. “I just stopped in to drop something off for Aeg, and wanted to see you before I left. I wish I could stay.”

“That’s okay,” you shook your head. “It’s good to see you, Hel.”

“I’ll catch you guys later,” she beamed at you, bidding Aegon goodbye with a kiss on his cheek. She was already halfway out the door in the blink of an eye. “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, seriously just text me, okay?”

“Thanks, Hel!” you called after her, moving to stand opposite your best friend as the door shut after her.

He crossed his arms, wearing a guilty expression. “I burnt your pancakes.”

You chuckled lightly at his frowning face. “It’s alright.” “No, it’s awful,” he whined. “Hel told me to make a test pancake and I didn’t listen and used all the batter. I’m sorry.”

Your chest swelled at the sight of him, covered in pancake mix, blonde hair disheveled, eyes still deeply set with sleep. Gods, you had missed him. Aegon’s beauty was devastating sometimes. Of course he was the kind of man who looked good burning pancakes. “Come here,” you whispered, opening your arms to him.

Aegon straightened, pushing off of the edge of the counter to stand in front of you. Your thumb lifted to brush flour off of his face, his eyes softening at the action. His head dropped to your shoulder, arms snaking around your waist. “How did you sleep?” he mumbled against you.

“Good,” you smirked as he lifted his head to look at you. “I am very hungry, though.”

Aegon rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, pancakes are off the table. I’m sorry to say, sweetheart.”

“Hm,” you purse your lips, looking up in thought. “Are they, though?”

You didn’t need to elaborate, Aegon beamed at the idea. “Dunk and Egg?”

“You read my mind,” you squeezed him once more. “Go get dressed before my stomach starts eating itself.”

Dunk and Egg was a delicacy. It was only your second day living in the city when you stumbled into the diner you would soon spend so many hungover mornings in. The pair of you had been out from dusk till dawn the night before to celebrate your newfound independence and hadn’t even been home yet when you stumbled into the dingy old diner, and the sun was still slowly rising over the skyscrapers. You hadn’t even known what you were expecting, but surely it wasn't the largest, fluffiest, dreamiest pancake you’d ever had in your life. From that day on you and your best friend had claimed it as your favorite breakfast place, and spent many quiet mornings there, seeing as both of your cooking skills left much to be desired.

This particular morning, the morning after everything you’d grown accustomed to these past few years had been completely uprooted, you found yourself in the same booth you always inhabited across from the same man who had always been at your side.

Duncan, the tall, stocky, man that ran the greasy spoon you held so close to your heart, didn’t look like a man that would be running a diner in the heart of Flea Bottom, but he was kind, and witty, and he could whip you up the best breakfast you’ve ever had just about as fast as you could order it. You and Aegon were creatures of habit, and at this point he was throwing your usuals on the grill before you’d even had a seat.

“Morning, kids,” he called out to you, moving to grab two mugs and the coffee that had just finished brewing. “Are we in a coffee mood this morning?”

Aegon shrugged his leather jacket off and beamed at the older man, drumming his fingers against the table with glee. “We’re always in the mood for your coffee, Dunk.”

“‘Atta boy, Aegon. Y/N?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded as Duncan dropped the glasses smoothly before you, pouring you each a steaming cup.

“Food will be out in just a minute, kids,” He assured you, retreating back to the grill to finish up.

You plucked the sugar canister from the caddy, pouring some in your mug before offering it to Aegon, who dumped a heaping amount into his. Your eyes flickered between him and the coffee he’d nearly soiled and barely stirred with distaste. Aegon was a man with an insatiable sweet tooth. If something could be made sweeter somehow, he was already on top of it. When he found out a year or so back that Duncan kept chocolate chips and whipped cream in the kitchen, it was game over.

“Aw, Dunk,” Aegon, ever the foodie, was practically dancing in his seat as Duncan placed the food in front of you, his pancake sporting a newfound whipped cream smiley face to match the one he was wearing. “You’ve gone sweet on me.”

“Yeah, well you lot are keeping me in business,” Duncan waved you off playfully. “Holler if you need anything.”

A small smile played on your lips as Aegon wasted no time digging in. He acted like a man starved as he shoveled the too big of bites into his mouth, barely chewing. He halted when he saw you staring. “So-” he coughed as he tried to speak, his mouth overfilled, before he swallowed the heaping bite down. “Are you, uh, ready to talk about it?”

You took a forkful of pancake, popping it into your mouth before pointing your fork at him. “Are you ready to tell me about Sara?”

His violet eyes fell to his plate in something that was close to annoyance. “There’s not much to say about that.” “Well, I wanna hear it. I liked her.”

Aegon scoffed, clearly not believing you. “She was always accusing me of things,” he sat up straighter in his seat. “Like, I know I’m not the best out there, but she was always so sure that I was seeing other people behind her back.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” you scolded him, narrowing your eyes. “You are the best, you’re better than everyone else, simple as that.”

He chortled. “You’re biased, I think.”

“You think wrong,” you shrugged your shoulders, taking another bite and washing it down with coffee. “I do not have to like you at all. I can stop at any time.”

“Sure you can,” Aegon rolls his eyes. “You’re blinded by your love for me,” he argues sarcastically, slapping the leg that's propped on the seat next to him before squeezing your calf softly.

“If you have any flaws the only one that I can see is your sugar addiction.” He gasps dramatically, hand falling over his heart in offense. “I do not have a sugar addiction, I have an aversion to boring food.” You erupt in an earnest laugh, only Aegon can make you laugh like this when you feel like rolling up in a ball and hiding from everyone and everything.

He’s watching you as you do, eyes fanning over your face with an adoring look painted on his. His hand drops to wrap around the leg that’s propped up on the seat next to him again, pressing his fingertips into the skin in comfort. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he pleads. “Tell me what's going on in your mind.”

You shook your head softly, not knowing how to begin to piece together what exactly it was that you were feeling right now. “I just feel,” you paused, searching for the right words. “I feel embarrassed, you know?”

“It’s not your fault that he did that,” Aegon took your free hand in his. “You know that right?”

You shrugged. “I just mean that I stayed with him for four years. I knew we weren’t right for each other and I stayed because I was used to having him around,” your thumb brushed circles into Aegon’s hand in thought. “I gave him half of my twenties. I convinced myself that I was going to marry him, I did everything for him and he turns around and fucks someone else in our bed.”

Aegon sighed in disbelief. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, Y/N.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, and gods only know how long it was actually going on for.”

“I see red just thinking about it.”

Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. “I can’t go back there.” “You don’t have to,” Aegon leaned in, shaking his head softly. “You’re moving home with me.” “Aegon–”

“--No complaints,” he insisted firmly. “We picked out that place together. It’s never been just mine, not even after you moved, It’s ours.”

You smiled softly at the admission, squeezing his fingers. “All of my stuff is at the flat.”

“We’ll get it,” he nodded. “We’ll round up the gang and get you out of there tomorrow. Hel already offered to and I’m sure the others will be game. Especially Daeron.”

“He just loves to show off,” you chuckled.

“He also loves you.”

Your gaze softens as you read his expression, heart racing at his unrelenting loyalty. When it came to your friendship, Aegon never faltered. He always stepped up to the plate when you needed him. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Aeg.”

“Good thing you’ll never have to know,” he took another bite of his breakfast, hand not leaving from the comfort of yours. “When you die, I’m getting in your coffin so they can bury me with you.”

“What if I want to be cremated?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll have them mix our ashes together and Duncan can turn us into a pancake for all our loved ones to enjoy.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust, you practically gagged at the idea. “That’s disgusting.”

“Oh,” he brushed past it like it was nothing. “Speaking of the gang. Us, Hel, Rhae, Daeron, Baela, probably Jace and Luke, and Aemond. Night out tonight. Helaena and I have got it all worked out, we get fucked up tonight and all stay at the townhouse, and then operation extract your shit from dumbass’s will go into effect tomorrow.”

“I can't, I have work tonight,” you frowned.

Aegon smirked. “It’s so cute that you think I haven’t already called Cassandra and gotten you off work.”

“Aegon,” you narrowed your eyes from him. “I can’t miss any more work, our annual Dorne trip is like a month away and I need to save.”

Aegon rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ve got a couple notes that will solve your problems,” he held up a finger. “One, you can sell fuck face’s plane ticket and get your money back.”

“True.” “Two,” he held up a second finger. “I have enough money for both of us, dummy.”

“I’m not taking your money, Aegon.”

“You wouldn’t be taking my money,” he assured you. “I’d be sharing the fruits of my filthy rich father’s labor. Never feel bad for that, he’s a bad person.”

You barked out a laugh. “I’m telling Viserys you said that.” “Who cares,” he stuck out his bottom lip. “Just come out tonight, pleeeease.” You huffed, looking away from him so you wouldn’t give in to his pouting. “Aegon.” “Please, sweetheart,” he lifted your hand to meet his cheek, and your eyes finally met his. “Come on, it’s been so long since you’ve gone out with us.” You sucked in a deep breath, eyes rolling back into your head in annoyance. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Aegon slapped the table in excitement. “We’re gonna get so fucked up tonight, dude.”

“You can get fucked up,” you scoffed. “I’ll be doing nothing of the sort, sir.” “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

As usual, Aegon had an aggravating habit of getting his way. Your time at the pub was a blur. After you and Aegon had sauntered in and met your awaiting friends, loving hugs were exchanged, and condolences were offered for the death of your relationship, it didn’t take the lot of them any time at all before they were pumping you chock full of alcohol. You were nearly gone before the clock struck twelve. The dancing came by one, which you were too drunk to be self conscious about. You and Rhaena linked hands as you moved to the beat of the music, your boisterous sing-along was drowned out by the crowd. Baela and Helaena weren’t far away.

You were a sweaty, giggling mess as the girls twisted around the dance floor with you. It was only when you grew dizzy and parched that you spun off to the sidelines to find the boys holding up the table.

Your hand rested on Aemond’s shoulder to steady yourself as you scooped up the partially drunken pint of Guinness in front of him. “Can I have some of this?” You gave him no time to respond before throwing it back and downing the whole thing in one go.

“Sure, Y/N,” sarcasm dripped from his velvet voice. “It’s not like I was drinking that or anything.” “Where’s my Aegon?” you ignored him, scanning the room for the silver haired man.

“He’s gone out back to have a smoke,” Jace ceased your search, chuckling at your drunken state.

You gasped, turning on your heel and bouncing to the back patio. You pushed open the door clumsily, furrowing your brow as you were met with only a few stragglers huddled at one of the tables out there. As you were about to retreat back inside, a low whistle sounded next to you, you turned to find Aegon leaning against the wall, legs crossed and a lit cigarette between his full lips. “Tire yourself out already, sweetheart?” he was tipsy, clearly not as drunk as you but he had had a few.

“No,” you giggled, bounding over to him as he took the cigarette between his fingers. You practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body to his. He blew his smoke up, away from your face as he eyed you down the bridge of his nose. “I missed you.”

“You just saw me, silly girl.” “Well,” you looked up in thought, the words falling out of your mouth at an alarming rate. “Rhaena spun me really fast, and then I was thirsty, and you weren’t at the table. So I came looking and here I am.” “Here you are.”

Your eyes dropped to the cigarette, that only looked enticing because you were inebriated.

“Can I have one of those?” you stood on your tiptoes, laying all your body weight against him.

“Last one,” he shook his head, spinning it in his fingers and bringing it to your lips to give you a hit. You locked eyes as you accepted it, not looking away as you inhaled deeply. You didn’t offer him the courtesy he had offered you, practically doubling over in laughter as you blew the string of smoke right in his face.

“Cheeky bastard,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes as his arms found themselves around you keeping you close to him. “Are you having fun?” You nodded eagerly. “We need to do this more often. It’s been ages since we all got together like this.”

“We still do, you’re just always busy, missy,” he corrects you.

It saddens you to know that he’s right. Your weekends out with your friends went from being every weekend, to every other weekend, to once a month if you were lucky. It took being on the outside to notice that being with Dalton meant slowly isolating yourself from everyone who you held dear. Everyone was treating you like you were a soldier returning from war. You felt so stupid. “Hey, I’m just messin’, sweet,” Aegon's thumb comes to massage the furrow in your brow. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” It wasn’t him that had done it, truthfully. You couldn’t help it. Though you were happy to be with your closest friends, a breakdown had been just under the surface all day. Your eyes welled up with tears. “I’m a horrible friend, Aeg.”

“No no no,” he hushed you, brushing away a few stray tears that began to fall. “That’s the farthest thing from the truth, honey.”

“I’ve been neglecting you guys. You should hate me,” you whimpered. Aegon’s forehead dropped to press to yours.

“No one hates you,” he pressed. “We all understood how controlling he was. We understood why.” You sniffled, your nose brushing against his. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to see it,” you hold him tighter, as if he’ll float away. “I really do miss you guys so much.”

“You’re home now,” he pulls back just a few inches to look deeply into your eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” You nodded, almost jumping away from him as the door suddenly burst open and startled you. The twins tumble out onto the patio with you. Their joyful laughing fades as they catch the sight of your tear stained face.

“Aww, baby,” Rhaena circles her arms around you, sandwiching you between her and Aegon. Baela joins in the hug and you laugh softly through your tears. “It’s okay.”

You melt into the hug, heart swelling with the love you had for these people. “I love you guys so much,” you whine, voice muffled against Aegon’s chest.

“We love you more,” Baela hums affectionately. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow are you ready to call it a night?”

Their grip on you loosens, and you lift your head to look at them, only nodding in response. Rhaena’s arms fly up cheerfully. “Slumber party!” she bellows, her lips landing on your cheek messily before she drags her sister back into the pub with her.

You press the heel of your hands to your eyes, rubbing the drowsiness from them. “You ready?” Aegon rubs your shoulder, and you hum in agreement. “Come on sweet girl.”

Rhaena and Baela had rounded up your friends like cattle. The second you and Aegon make your reappearance, the group of you had flowed out the door and into the sidewalk. Not surprisingly, Baela, Daeron and Rhaena had drank the most, the rambunctious three joined at the arms as they skipped down the block towards the Townhouse. The other boys were following close behind you, lost in their own heated debacle regarding some sort of sport you didn’t care to be educated on. Helaena had been rid of her uncomfortable shoes, and found her place with Aemond as he piggy backed her home.

Your head rested on your best friend's shoulder only momentarily before Rhaena called out to you, beckoning you to join the three of them up ahead. You looked to Aegon, asking for permission you knew you didn’t need. He patted the small of your back, ushering you their way happily. You jogged to catch up with them, your arm intertwining with Rhaena’s as you fell into step with their antics. You couldn’t stop the euphoria that washed over you in their presence. Your legs burned with every stride, and the summer heat was relentless, but in that very moment you couldn’t be bothered with any of it. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sting in your cheeks from smiling so wide. You made your way through the streets of Flea Bottom, it was like traveling back to a simpler time. For the rest of the night, you didn’t bother yourself with the miserable thought of Dalton Greyjoy.

It felt good. It felt like letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You felt free.

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