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sugarprincessbitch · 1 year

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Targaryen men x Targ! Wife Reader

(Reader suffers the same death as Laena)

Warning ⚠️ (Angst).

Maegor Targaryen x reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader, and Aemond Targaryen x reader

Aegon II

The king's council was pressuring you and Aegon to give the throne a heir, despite being pregnant three times none of each were a boy, instead you had three beautiful daughters.

Now you were in your fourth pregnancy. Wanting to be near your mother, princess Rhaenyra, in your labor, your little family decided to move to Dragon stone.

The labor started early than expected, but that wasn't saw as a problem because the pregnancy developed normally.

Your mother and the maester were inside the room with you, meanwhile Aegon was walking impatiently outside your birthing chambers with the fear of something going wrong. Daemon and the boys tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you were at the hands of the best maester and midwife's they could found and you where going to be fine.

Hours passed and you were still fighting in that room to bring your child to the world, wrenching screams could be heard in all Dragon stone, but none of a child, only yours.

Suddenly the door open, and the pale face of the master came into view, he told Aegon that the baby was stuck inside of you and the only way of get it out was to cut you open.

Angered by the maester words he was ready to strangle him right there, but your anguished callings stop him before doing something.

You were bedridden, pale as a ghost and sweating a lot, the baby was slowly killing you each passing hour.

Rhaenyra was at one side of the bed, trying to calm you down by whispering sweet things in your ear, but by the look of her face she was also deeply worried by your state.

when he was finally at your side you told him to help you get up, and ignoring the pain you stubbornly start to walk outside the room despite the pleadings of the others.

Aegon start to follow you, calling and pleading that you will be fine and there will be another way. You still didn't want to listen to him and continue walking.

He found himself outside, inside the dragon pits he found you. You were in front of your dragon saying something that he couldn't comprehend, his panic calls were covered by a roar and you were engulf by flames.

Aegon started to scream horrified by the view as his legs gave out and he stumbles against the hard floor. He felt his heart tear apart. A river of tears run along his face at the sight of your body, your burnt body.

After that horrible night Aegon was not the same, he was a shell of the man he was with you. For his family pity, he returned to his old habits, ignoring all his responsabilities in court and as a father, neglecting your daughters.

His mother and grandfather force him into a new marriage, saying that he still needed a heir.

Poor the unlucky woman that married Aegon, because the shadow of your memory will be always there to haunt her.

Maegor I

You were the only wife that had given him children and pure blooded too, due to being his half sister. Because of that you were the most dear and important wife of Maegor, treating you with a fondness that was rare of him.

The maester had warn him to not try for more children, your health was fragile since having many children without repose, another pregnancy could cost you not only your life but also the one of the baby.

Maegor didn't listen to it and stated that his wife should do their duty to him as a woman without caring if she wanted or not. That was the end of the discussion.

The new pregnancy developed progressively worse as months passed, debilitating the mother day after day.

Visenya was the only one that had permission to attend the pregnancies of the queen, due to the fact that Maegor wasn't fond of maesters, believing them to be useless for caring correctly of her sister-wife.

In the middle of the night you went in labor, Visenya and the midwife's were the only ones present with you. Maegor was on one of his campaigns battling the faith, so he couldn't be present.

It passed a long time and the baby didn't wanna come out, there was blood everywhere and the women in the room shared with each other worried faces.

Due to the pain pleadings of the queen, Visenya decided to call a maester. The maester tried without effectiveness, stating that the only way the baby would come out is by cutting you open.

Knowing the end was near, you pleaded to Visenya that if you were going to die you wanted to do it at the hands of your dragon, not of the maester "From fire I was born, from fire I will die" you said.

When Maegor landed in kings landing the news of the torturous labor and death of his wife reach his ears.

He immediately saw red, mad with fury he grab his sword and went to search for the one or ones guilty of your death.

That day it was told that the fury of the dragon rain upon the people of kings landing, no one was saved from Maegor's want for blood.

He burned, tortured and killed everyone that was in charge of your well being. When no one was left to appease his Mad pain, innocents were also slay. But no killing or torture could fill the hole in his wrenching chest, the one you and your unborn child left behind.

Aegon I

They say that Aegon married his three sisters for different reasons. He married Visenya for duty, Rhaenys for love and you for devotion.

You were his twin, the half of his soul, the mother of his only daughter. His sweet Daenerys.

Your second pregnancy came as a glad surprise for the two of you and the kingdom, after the tragic death of your little sister at the hands of Dorne, in the castle there was only days for mourning or sadness. So the unexpected new was a ray of hope for everyone, specially Aegon who desperately needed a little hope to grab on to.

All different types of maesters were pestering you day and night all along the duration of the nine months, this was a direct order of their king and their queen, your older sister Visenya. The two of them worried about the fragile state you were in.

Because of you being a little pass your prime, the announce of you being pregnant was a miracle on itself, and the dangers of having a baby at your age was of their over protectivness.

You were now two days in labor, since your contractions starting in the early morning of the first day and continuing in the night of the second day, you haven't stop pushing.

Everyone was in distress and the tension was burdensome in the air, Aegon vigilant gaze and your sister angry commands were not helping at all.

That second night Visenya nor Aegon could be with you, an important meeting regarding the next attack to Dorne was held, and you found yourself all alone in a room full of strangers.

The pain was now unberable, each passing day with your baby stuck in you was agonizing, you knew death was in the horizon although Aegon didn't want to acknowledge it, extending your suffering.

In one of your moments of consciousness you got up of bed. Shoving the maester and servants aside, you got out of the room.

A terrified servant abruptly interrumpt the meeting and told them about your current disappearence. For a second Aegon was shock in place by the horrifying news, that hesitation was enough time for Visenya to start screaming commands to the guards to inmediatly find you.

They found you in the dragon pit, screaming to your dragon, pleading him for mercy. Aegon was the last one to get to there. Seeing you in just a dangerous situation send him on edge and without thinking it he tried to run to you, but the fire was quicker and reached you first.

A part of Aegon died that day in the fire with you, his hope was lost, everything was lost without you by his side. He attached himself to the only part of you that was left, your daughter.

Your loss was the final drop for the strain relationship between Visenya and Aegon to broke beyond repair. Dividing the family, creating resentment not only between the parents but also, between the children.

When Aegon's last days were near, he went in and out of feverish deviations, the only thing that calmed him was the milk of the poppy that the maesters gave him.

In his death bed his last words were pronounce again and again with a trembling and a voice full of anguish "My sweet y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Until he finally took his last breath the prayers didn't stop.

Aemond I

Your family, specially your mother, wasn't fond of your sudden marriage with Aemond, she had other plans for her younger's. Being Haelena and Aegon the ones married as the Targaryen tradition dictates, she didn't needed more than one. But love seal by fire couldn't be stop.

For the first time Aemond felt joy, the gods heard his and his wife prayers and gift them with a child, the one that were dessesperately hoping for.

The pregnancy went normally without much of a fuss, the two of you were expecting with excitement the day your baby will come into the world. Aemond didn't care if it were to be a girl or a boy, as the second son, he didn't have the burden to produce a male heir.

During the later stages of your pregnancy the tensions between the blacks and the greens grew increasingly dangerous. When the high septon crowned your brother as king everything explode. Due to this, Aemond had to fly away to Storm's end as a negotiator for the greens, leaving his much pregnant wife at home.

An urgent letter from her mother came in the second day he was staying there, telling him to come home as soon as possible, his wife started labor hours ago.

Only one thing retain him for some time before going back to his dear sister, the bastard that took his eye, Lucerys.

When he arrived at the pit in Kings landing the storm had long passed. Without changing his wet clothes he inmediatly went to the birthing chambers, in the rush he didn't notice the commotion of the servants and guards of the castle.

Entering he found the room empty, except from his mother who was in the floor, with her hands covering her face, crying unconsolable. Ameond silently reach her, and with a pang of fear in his chest ask "Mother, were is y/n... Were is she?".

Alicent gasp and cried more, he grew desperate and ask in a more forceful tone this time "Mother, stop crying and answer me, were is y/n?" Finally she answered him "I'm sorry Aemond, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her... Oh god how horrible!" For a moment everything went silent, the pang in his chest grew and stab him with more force this time.

His mother rose her head and look at him with tears in her puff eyes "Th-the pregnancy went wrong, the baby, the baby wouldn't come out"

She stop and shed more tears "She killed herself Aemond, she command her dragon to kill her..." Stoping for a moment she screamed "OH GOD HOW HORRIBLE!"

Upon hearing this Aemond block himself out of the room, unfocusing his gaze he hug his mother that continue to cry in his shoulders. His face was still as a rock, solid, without a feeling. Only a treacherous tear falling slowly from his good eye, showing the emotion behind the empty gaze.

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chloe-skywalker · 9 months

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What Does She Know? - Aegon II Targaryen

Aegon II x Fem!Reader

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 943

Summary: Alicent may love to put her children down, but Y/n won’t stand for it to affect her betrothed anymore.

Authors Note: I really do think if he had someone who really loved and cared about him he’d be SO different! Same for Aemond.

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“Why do you behave like this?” Alicent scoffed in disgust at her son. She was angered and annoyed at Aegon’s behaviors, no matter what it may be.

“Behave like what?” Aegon questioned with squinted eyes. He had completely closed in on himself, expecting the usual if not new degrading comments she always told him. Sure he was use to it, it's been happening all his life but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“A monster. A little boy desperate for attention that believes since he’s a prince he can do whatever he wants without any consequences.” Alicent sneered at her son. She despised her and Viserys' children. They all seemed to have the confidence and arrogance of the Targaryens. Nothing in them reminded her of the Hightowers.

Aegon did not answer her after that. He just looked down trying not to let his emotions show in her presence. Aegon was done with showing weakness in front of her.

“Pathetic.” She spat before turning around and leaving Aegon’s chambers she had practically barged into.

A few moments later, after hearing the door slam Y/n peeked her head out of the hidden passageway she had rushed to when they heard Alicent outside his door. “Aegon?”

When she didn’t get a reply Y/n came out and walked towards where Aegon was seated on the end of his bed. She had heard everything the so called Queen had said to Aegon and Y/n was fuming on the inside. How dare she treat and say things like that to him. Her own son and a prince.

“She’s right, you know. I’m a monster.” Aegon mumbled looking down to his lap feeling immensely insecure since his mothers rant.

Y/n immediately shook her head, not agreeing with his statement at all. “No you are not. You are not a monster.”

“That's not what my mother says.” He spoke in a whisper.

“And what does she know? Rhaenyra was her best friend and look how she treats her? Look how she treats you and your siblings? She doesn’t know anything. Definitely nothing good or correct.” Y/n exclaimed lifting his chin to look at her as she talked, but Y/n knew it was because he was listening but the negative thoughts were still in his mind.

“I don’t understand why she take it out on us? On me?” He questioned out loud not to anyone in particular.

Since their betrothal Y/n had seen the toxic environment in King's Landing, in the castle. Between the Hightowers and the Targaryens. Including between Alicent and her own children.

“Because she’s upset that she had to marry your father. But you know what, she should grow up and act like a lady. Like a queen. That’s the way life is for a woman. Especially a woman born with any type of title. We don’t get to choose who we marry, or how many kids we have. Nothing. You just are forced to grin and bare it but the least she could do is protect and care for her children. Be supportive to her so-called friend that she had to marry the father of.” Y/n ranted but she had a point. To everything she said, it was all very true. Aegon listened intently to what Y/n had said and it pained him. In the short time they had known each other Aegon had really grown to love the woman in front of him. And to hear how she as a woman had no say in anything, that really hurt him to think that might be how she thinks their relationship is going to be once they marry. Aegon reached out to hold her hands.

“Is that how you feel with me? With our arranged marriage? That you have no choice and that all you’ll be good for is having my children?” Aegon asked question after question. He truly hoped he could make her feel like his equal. “Cause that's not how I want our relationship to be. I want to be good enough for you. That you want me even if we are already arranged and have no real say. I want us to fall in love with one another and not spite each other. I don’t want to force you to have a ton of heirs just so we can please the court and the people. I don’t want to please anyone other than you.”

Y/n was stunned by his words, not having thought he was worrying about such things.

Y/n squeezed his hands and then let one go and reached up to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Looking into his eyes when she spoke. “Aegon. You have been an exception to what I said. You have treated me very kindly since we’ve gotten to know one another and I greatly appreciate that you seek out my advice. That you care about my opinion on things, that you don’t want to force me into anything or let anyone hurt me. That you actually care about me and I’m not just some slave your meant to fake love and breed with. I want to please you as well Aegon. But the difference is for us it’s because we love each other, truly love each other. That we want to please each other. Not out of duty.”

Aegon shook his head, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. “It will never be out of duty.”

Aegon pulled Y/n onto his lap into a kiss he hoped betrayed the love he felt for her and appreciation for her believing in him.

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freya-captain · 1 year

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While there were having brunch at a café

Lucerys: I can’t believe Aemond said that L word to me last night.

Aegon: When?

Lucerys: Right after we finished…It’s not the point.

Lucerys: I can’t take it anyway. The word is too much and too serious, don’t you think?

Aegon *asked “don’t you love me” in tears every time he didn’t get “i love you” good night kiss from Jace: Yeah that was CRAZY.

#house of the dragon #jacegon #super needy ageon #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys x aegon #lucemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucerys valeryon #aemond x luke #incorrect hotd #incorrect hotd quotes

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xionthelostpuppet · 1 month

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The Infamous "firing" Scene?

#house of the dragon #otto hightower #aegon ii targaryen #hotdedit #m*edit #me thinks this is the scene where peepaw gets canned?#or it could mean the blood and cheese thing #i could be wrong #or ageon getting tired of peepaw's crap lol #lol the suspense is killing me

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sugarpopss · 9 months

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Better Uses for Company Time (2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. Oh fuck.

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

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

“This is like, super lavish, huh?”

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

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

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

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

Taglist ( I have a fic with a taglist?? wowee): @padfooteyes @fan-goddess

#I have a tag list!!! I'm a big girl!!!#chubby aegon #90s wallstreet aegon #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #aegon targaryen ii #ageon x reader fic #chubby!aegon #can you tell how much I hate the child fighting rings plot #i am BACK on my chubby aegon shit #also I dont know what rich people eat #I had hummus for dinner leave me alone

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lostinthemidnightsky · 5 months

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I screamed at work when I saw the trailer. I loved seeing my favorite characters again 🥰 I’m also excited for more content of Aemond x reader ❤️

#house of the dragon season 2 #hotd #aemond targaryen #ageon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

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annabethwarriorprincess · 2 years

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Realizing Vicerys really is a Dreamer and he foresaw Aegon the Younger being crowned after the Dance of the Dragons

#house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #hotd theories #aegon the younger #aegon iii targaryen #ageon the dragonbane

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kingcunny · 1 year

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i do really like dreamer viserys but only as a fail dreamer. his vision was about daenerys but hes not able to conceptualize that it was something 200 years from now, and in his desire to be an important figure in history, he assumes its about him and his children. he holds onto these delusions so tightly that he ends up killing his wife, ruining his daughters life, and eventually his whole house

#my posts #viserys i targaryen #dream misinterpretation is NO JOKE #i saw someone say his dream was about ageon ii #but it was a warning not a prophesy #i like that too #hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Requests, maybe?

Hey! I’ve been obsessed lately, and my fic is going at a pretty slow pace, but I’m gonna open up my requests again in hopes that I get the creative juices flowing.

Ships/Characters: I’ll mainly be doing Aemond drabbles (x reader or Helaena), but I don’t mind writing for any of the Greens, Rhaelicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon, or Jace as well.

Off limits: Honestly, y’all, this is HotD/GoT/AsoIaF, so is there anything that’s really off limits? If you have requests for the younger aged characters, I don’t mind as long as it’s not pedo-stuff or nsfw because I WILL NOT go there.

NSFW/SFW: I’ll do either. I enjoy nsfw smutty things, but I don’t mind writing fluffy moments either.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #otto hightower #aemond x reader #aemond x helaena #aemond x oc #aegon x reader #ageon x oc #rhaelicent #helaemond #jace targaryen #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #please send me some

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haldanare · 2 months

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thinking back on it the crowns in HotD are really fucking ugly. like, there are so many cool medieval crowns they could take inspiration from and they went with that?

#viserys' crown is ok #like tis incredibly mid but its not the worst #the metal looks hella fake tho #ageons crow? terrible #also where are the JEWELS? THE GEMS?#i thought the targaryens were supposed to be rich #in general i dont feel like they wear enough jewlery #arent they all supposed to be rich?#hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #lau posts #the nolo track tag

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squirmhoney · 6 months

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SHARED APARTMENT I

A/N: What is this? I guess you guys got what you wanted ♥ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Half-Sister! Reader Warnings: Voyeurism. Smut. Incest. Masturbation. 18+

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January 14th - 3:23am

It’s sick...

...and twisted in every way possible. That was the only way you could describe it and yourself.

Your fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy as you listened to another girl’s moans.

“Aegon,” the girl whimpered, before her sounds were suddenly muffled.

But it wasn’t her you were paying attention too.

Not when you could finally hear his soft groans.

“Shut up,” he had let out in a broken moan. “You’ll wake up my fucking sister.”

You were soaked, dripping around your fingers as you pushed another one in. It wasn’t your fingers that you were picturing in that moment but instead his. And that was so wrong.

Then you heard his voice again, your brother’s voice and your cunt clenched around your fingers, making you bite back a moan. There was no way you could let them hear you but the thought of him finding you like that, wrapped up in his t-shirt with your hand between your thighs, it had your mind reeling in a way you couldn’t control.

“Fuck,” Ageon panted and that was when you lost it.

Your stomach tightened unexpectedly at that and you struggled to keep your own moans at bay. But the orgasm seemed to end as soon as it came, the only remnants of it being your trembling thighs.

Once again you were feeling empty, believing you would never feel truly satisfied. Not in the way you wanted to be but you knew that could never happen.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon ii fic #aegon targaryen ii x you #dark aegon targaryen #dark aegon smut

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sugarprincessbitch · 1 year

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Imagine if rhaenyra had a younger sister, one that in appearance is very similar to her mother, Aemma. She is not very close with the other members of her family and often is cast outside because of their differences in attitude, she appears to not have that supposed "blood of the dragon" thing that most of Targaryen have or had.

Because of her tranquil and soft nature, she is very close to her mother never leaving her side, specially when she was with child.

Viserys sort of neglected her as a child, being too occupied with his kingly duties and also with rhaenyra, the apple of his eyes, giving all his attention to her. That is not a factor for the sisters to create resentment with each other or have a bad relationship, in fact they're very close with each other.

When Aemma dies giving birth (cof cof when she was literally murder) everything changes. She snap at her family, specially her father, blaming him of the death of her mother. Claiming in front of everyone that he is a murderer, creating a fracture beyond repair in their relationship (Viserys tried to fix it, but his daughter threw venomous words at him each time he dare to come closer). Her relationship with her sister also went cold, because Rhaenyra was to occupied with her new duties as heir and also due that she didn't want to talk with rhaenyra or anyone at that hurtful time. She close herself to her family, and spent most of her time secluded in her chambers not wanting to talk with anyone.

When the marriage between Alicent and her father was announce (She was angry that viserys married without having at least mourn a year Aemma's death being that super disrespectful, in her opinion, to her mother's memory), that was the straw that broke the camel, and in that same night she escaped from Kings landing at the back of her dragon after robbing eggs from the dragon pit and some expensive jewelry. Viserys was heartbroken at knowing he was guilty of her daughter escape (Also two very angry Rhaenyra and Daemon guilt trip him), but Otto convince him to get angry at his daughter instead, banning her from Kings landing forever. This was part of Otto's plan to get rid of any potential threat. Without his sister as a possible ally, Rhaenyra was more vulnerable at court.

She went to Essos, at first jumping from place to place in were they let her stay for a time. She finally decided to stay in Qohor as the wife of a merchant prince who didn't want to pass the opportunity to have as a wife a Targaryen princess.

When Viserys became old and ill, his last wish was to know the parade of his younger daughter, wanting to see her one last time before he was gone. That was the reason that made her came back to Westeros, but not as the sweet princess that her family and the court remeber, instead as a powerful and ferocious merchant woman (Due to her husband early passing she begun to run his business and exploited it to its maximum potential, making her social status to grow equal as her richness, due to this she became part of a select group of powerful merchants in Essos) known in all the free cities as the "Golden dragon".

Her sudden arrival after 15 years of not knowing nothing about her was a surprise to her family, a glad one (only for the blacks, because the greens where not that happy that she came back). The children of alicent didn't know about her existence, so for them it was a bigger shock to know that they had another sister all this time (Viserys didn't want anyone to talk about her deserter daughter, acting as if she never existed in the first place), and also an exotic one (due to her foreign accent and way of dressing). For aemond and specially Aegon (he is a pervert and likes to see women in little clothes) this was super attractive (Also whe know that Aemond likes older women, Soo...).

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murdocksdaughter · 1 year

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missing you, kissing me (jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader)

a/n: no this is not canon complainant. also im trying to feed my fellow jace girlies. and i did write this on my 9 hour flight home no joke 💀.

warnings: kissing, technically targaryen incest, aegon slander, helaena and rhaenyra are besties, the reader is a velaryon reader but physical descriptions are neutral minus mention of hair color, luke yelling at jace, happy targaryen family au, also rhaenyra is queen (whoo hoo no war)

summary: leading up their wedding y/n and jacaerys has had any alone time together

word count: 1.3k

“let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain”

She loved everything about him. From his smile to his war hardened face. Y/n was so utterly in love with Jacaerys. They were to be wed in a few weeks and time couldn’t move any slower. With Jacaerys being in line for the throne, the wedding was to be a week long event to be followed with a giant ceremony.

Y/n hadn’t gotten to spend alone time with Jacaerys. It was only either in meetings to plan the wedding or at family meal. Along with Jacaerys’ High Valyrian lessons and training with Aemond. The spare time they had together was nonexistent.

And since the betrothal sneaking out to see each other at night wasn’t an option. With the watchful eyes of the Queensguard, it was impossible to have moment to themselves.

Y/n dreaded it.

Looking out the window as she half heartedly worked on her embroidery of the day, Y/n was bored. Even the pleasant company of Helaena couldn’t hold her attention.

Y/n’s face held a longing look as she continued to watch the clouds roll over King's Landing.

“You miss him.”

The voice of Helaena broke Y/n’s trance- (More like startled her). Y/n jumped slightly before looking at the Targaryen princess with her face and her neck feeling hot.

Helaena only smiled at Y/n, “I would miss him too, he treats you well.” she continued before she went back to her embroidery of caterpillars.

Y/n always valued the words of Helaena; they were always truthful albeit sometimes cryptic. Y/n smiled at Heleana and nodded.

“I do, we haven’t had much time to ourselves since our betrothal. I just wished to be married already.”

Helaena giggled at Y/n’s eagerness.

“What’s so funny?” as the Queen Rhaenyra walked in.

“Y/n’s eagerness to marry.” Helaena confessed. Rhaenyra cackled, sitting next to her future daughter-in-law. “So eager to be a bride yet I doubt my son knows how to undo a bodice,” she commented.

Y/n blushed at Rhaenyra’s comment.

“Ageon still can figure out a bodice, we’ve been married for years. Marriage is a very…complicated thing,” Helaena said with a small frown forming. Rhaenyra reached out for her sister’s hand and squeezed it lightly.

Y/n’s lip tightened in a thin line. She knew how Aegon treated his wife. That was typical for marriages for women like them; loveless and only to strengthen alliances, the men are sleeping around sire-ing bastards. Women always stuck drinking their woes away and becoming bitter of any younger woman in their presence.

“Jacaerys adores you Y/n. Your marriage will be an amazing union.” Rhaenyra tried to lighten the mood.

“He’s a truly good man, better than most I’d say.” Helaena continued. Y/n smiled and looked down at her lap. “That is true, he’s more like a prince from the books we read as children than what we usually get.” Y/n jokes.

“Leagues better than the drunken excuses we get,” Helaena slyly commented, taking a jab at her husband.

Rhaenyra laughed loudly, grabbing Helaena’s hand. Y/n’s face scrunched as a silent laugh shook her body. Helaena smiled to herself proud of her joke.

Rhaenyra took deep breaths as she continued to giggle to herself. “Oh by the gods Heleana that might be the funniest thing you’ve said.”

As the three women calmed down to a comfortable silence, a member of the Queensguard came in.

“The Prince Jacaerys requests the presence of Lady Y/n Velaryon,” He announces. A grin grew on Y/n’s face. She stood up, smoothing her dress out as she quickly made her way to the entrance of the room.

Y/n followed the Queensguard out of the room when she noticed it was pouring. Her eyebrows furrowed. Training must had been cancelled due to the weather.

Then a bigger smile than she had before grew on her face. Training was cancelled.

As Y/n followed the Queensguard she could feel her heart squeeze in excitement and her body set aflame.

She was so excited to see Jacaerys. Y/n felt like a little girl at a jousting tournament and watching all the handsome knights come out on their horses. Her whole body was shaking as it inched closer to her betrothed.

Once she arrived there Jacaerys stood leaning against the arch way of the court yard.

“The Lady Y/n Velaryon my prince.” The Queensguard announced their presence. Jacaerys turned around to see Y/n standing there with a grin on her face.

Such a simple thing brought her joy. Just seeing Jacaerys. No one but him.

“My love.” He stretched out his arms. Y/n swiftly moved to his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Jace…” she whispered.

His warmth surrounding her completely. His arms caging her waist pulling her closer to his chest. Jacaerys hummed im content. “I missed you,” He mumbled into her white curls.

“I hate being engaged, I never want to go through this again,” Y/n whined into Jacaerys chest.

Jacaerys pulled away slightly, “Are you planning to marry someone else?” he jokingly asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/n rolled her eyes at him. “Oh and you roll your eyes at me?? The heir to the Iron Throne.” Jacaerys put a hand on his chest in disbelief.

Y/n shook her head. “You’re ridiculous Jace,” she muttered, pressing her lips on his jaw. Jacaerys laughed, pulling Y/n back to his chest. He squeezed her tightly.

Y/n felt content with the only sounds of rain and her betrothed breathing filling her ears. It was a moment of peace. Jacaerys planted a kiss on her cheek and muttered “I love you.” Y/n could feel her heart swell.

“I can never get tired of hearing that from you.” She looked up at Jacaerys.

He just smiled at her, “I never get tired of saying it,” he whispered leaning down his lips ghost past hers.

Just as Y/n started to lean forward to meet her lips with Jacaerys a voice called the prince’s name.

Both groaned as they pulled apart and looked to find the source of the call. Y/n found the dark hair of Jacaerys’ younger brother Lucerys. Giving Jacaerys a sympathetic look. The prince just rolled his eyes.

“I suppose our time ends. I’ll see you at dinner, Mother wants me to sit in on her small council meeting today,” Jacaerys half heartedly mutters. Y/n just nodded, running her hand through his hair.

“Of course my love,” She said with a half smile. Jacaerys slipped put of her grasp running across the court yard trying his to escape the rain as fast as possible.

Before he made it across Y/n called his name. Jacaerys stop to and to find her running to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Jacaerys wrapped his arms around her waists pulling her deep into the kiss. Y/n’s hand traveled from the back of his neck to his cheeks, cupping them both feeling how wet they were from the pouring rain.

Jacaerys gripped Y/n’s waist squeezing it lightly. The kiss seemed to last forever as they stood in the rain, drenched. Lucerys called his brother’s name again this time far louder and with an annoyed tone.

This time they pulled slowly from each other, smilies dawn both their faces. “I’ll see you at dinner?” Y/n asked despite knowing the answer.

Jacaerys nodded frantically. “Yes. I’ll see you then-”

“JACAERYS!! DON’T MAKE ME DRAG YOU FROM HER MYSELF!!” Lucerys voice engulfed the courtyard.

Jacaerys laughed throwing his head back. “Goodbye my love,” he said before running off to his brother who was leaning against an arch with an disgusted look on his face.

Y/n was left standing the pouring rain with the biggest grin on her face. Her hand gripping her soaked dress.

By the gods she really did love Jacaerys Velaryon.

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freya-captain · 1 year

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I’m losing my freaking mind they practically have the same face??? Like hello?? I wonder if Olivia’s own kid will resemble her so much like Tom does.

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theship-thewalrus · 1 year

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

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

aegon ii targaryen x niece! female! reader

pretty much the ask

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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