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toms-cherry-trees · 5 months

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Safe In Your Arms || Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: There is only one person whom the Prince can find comfort with

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+, lactation kink, mommy kink, p in v sex, handjob, edging and denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), implications that Aegon was beaten as a child, Aegon being a sad little meow meow, minor character death,

Author’s Note: First time writing Aegon y'all!. But this idea had taken root in my brain and had to be delivered. Thank for to my lovely honorary wifey @aemondsbabe for brainstorming with me and giving me the seal of approval at an ungodly hour. I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @fairysluna

The embrace catches you by surprise, a pair of strong arms circling your waist and a nose nuzzling your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of your skin. A large hand cups the round weight of your breast, clumsy fingers unsuccessfully trying to undo the buttons of your servant’s dress. The other lays flat against your belly, pushing your body flush against the prince standing behind you. You try to halt his movements, eyes darting around the nursery to ensure your privacy, even though you knew the children have gone out to the Godswood with the Queen and Princess Helaena. Still, you need to make sure no prying eyes will come across you two. You will not be the first servant the prince laid with, nor the last, but gossip would spread nonetheless if Aegon is found being so amorous with his children’s wetnurse.

He has already opened the first two buttons when you decide to stop him, gentle but firm fingers holding his own and pressing his hand against your heart. A small groan of discontent escapes his lips, and you can picture the scowl in his face without looking at him. He complies and abandons his efforts, but doesn't let go of your body, keeping you caged on a grip tighter than usual. You two linger like that for a few moments, surrounded by a comfortable silence. You could stay like that, but you know that something particularly bad has to occur for him to seek you during the day and with such desperation.

“My Prince?” You try to crane your neck to lay eyes on him, but he only groans again and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing featherlight kisses to your flesh. You feel dampness on your skin, like tears dropping slowly from his lashes.

With a bit of struggle you turn around, still trapped in his arms. You try to make him look up but he refuses, hidden into you like a cranky child. Over time you have learned how to read him, as easily as an open book laid out before your eyes. He has his way with words to brazenly flirt, jest and argue, but never to express his feelings, especially when they overwhelm him. He just tries to show with actions what his mouth refuses to say.

Tenderly, like you would do to one of the children in your care, you force him to look up and meet your gaze. Red rims his eyes, violet pupils glossed over with unshed tears, the imprint of a slap still fresh and inflamed upon his cheek. You need not ask to know he has once more been caught in an altercation with his grandsire and mother, one in which he stood no chance. He never has a chance against them and the great plans they have for him, plans in which he has no say nor desire.

“Go to your bedchamber” You murmur quietly, two fingers pressing against his lips to stifle the protest that has already formed “I will be there shortly.”

Begrudgingly he drops his arms, quietly exiting the nursery, shoulders slumped and gaze downcast. You quickly finish your current duties, instructing another maid to cover for you as you make way to his chambers as discreetly as possible, excuses ready upon your lips should someone question your presence away from the children. But no one looks at you twice amidst the hustle and bustle of the Keep, and you find his door unguarded and unlocked.

Aegon has already thrashed the bed in a fit of anger, the blankets scattered around it while he lays under a sheet, still fully dressed and shoes still on. He clings to a pillow like a child to a beloved toy, although by the way he does it, so tight his hands touch his own arms, you think he is trying to actually hug himself, give himself some of the love he rarely got. You sit by his side, a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. He takes your hand, fingers tight around your wrist as he brings it up to his face, pressing your soft palm to his reddened cheek. He closes his eyes, and you notice yet more tears beading on his lashes, and the characteristic wobble of his lower lip.

“Let’s get you comfortable, yes?” Soft tone and gentle words, a speech used many times before with him. You have been there a plethora of times with him drunk, hungover, crying, covered in spilled wine and his own waste. And time after time you have cleaned him, changed his clothes and dried his tears. You have snuck his soiled sheets and clothes to the laundresses, since you know his maids report his every word and action back to his mother, and you want nothing more than to spare him to the best of your abilities from his elders’ wrath.

Some nights he clings to your body desperately, his fingers digging on your hips as he begs you to stay. And you comply, unwilling to pile more sorrow on him and incapable of denying anything to those wide, sad eyes.

He doesn’t say word, but you don’t need any to heed his call for help. You undress him easily, unbuttoning his doublet and undoing the laces of his breeches, leaving his clothes carefully folded on a nearby chair, the boots neatly by the side. When he remains in only his linen shirt and smallclothes, you put the bed together around him, tucking the sheets and smoothing the blankets as you quietly sing a lullaby, the same you use to put his twins to bed every night. It has the same calming effect on him as it had on them; the soothing of your voice halting his tears and making him relax his posture as he lets himself be cared for and pampered by your tenderness.

Once he has settled comfortably, you lay by his side. Aegon immediately scoots closer to you, his head burrowed against your bosom and one arm draping around your waist. You trace his swelling cheekbone with featherlight touch. Whoever has slapped him has put quite a lot of anger into it, most likely his grandsire. It is not the first time things have gotten physical between them, and most certainly not the last. It seems the Hand thinks he can beat his grandson into the Prince he wants him to be.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” Aegon often chooses to seek comfort and just push his problems to the back of his mind, but you still encourage him to voice his woes. More often than not he prefers to remain silent, but you always offer him the space to speak freely and without consequences should he want to. To know he won’t be judged or chastised, and he will only be met with the tenderness he deserves.

Long seconds linger in absolute silence before his voice breaks through, weak and constricted “They have found me a bride”

You only nod, not needing to ask more. Ever since Aegon’s first wife had passed, scarcely 3 nights after the birth of their twins, his grandsire and mother had pushed him to pursue another wife, a lady from a strong House to garner their support when the time came. Originally his mother had wanted him to marry Helaena, to strengthen his claim to the throne, but then the King intervened. The only time he put his foot down instead of letting his council rule on his behalf, and he did it to betroth Aegon to a branched out lady of House Velaryon, while promising Helaena to Aemond. While the siblings’ marriage flourished, Aegon found himself tied before the Gods to a woman he couldn’t love, to the extent it took 6 years for them to conceive, and she only lived enough to name them.

At your silence, Aegon clings tighter to your body, his freshly blossoming tears dampening the front of your dress “I don’t want to, they can’t make me” His sniffs, and you notice him pressing his lips tightly together to force himself to be quiet.

You shush him, smoothing back his damp hair “You have to, sweetling. You are a Prince, and you have duties to your mother and family” Your words make him tense again, fisting your dress as he exhales loudly through his nose.

“I have no duties, I am not the heir, I am just a failure they are stuck with. I’ve done everything they wanted of me, and still my mother won’t ever look at me with pride” Another conversation had one and a thousand times. As the firstborn male, all eyes turned to him when the King’s health began to fail, and even though he still lingers, he hangs only by a very fine thread. And the Hand has everything prepared to land the crown upon his own bloodline, whether his grandson wants to or not. And he most certainly doesn’t want to.

You don’t argue, knowing that any attempt of contradicting him would only circle you back to the same arguments. You only let him speak, let it all escape his chest. But he has few words that day. There’s not much to say that has not been said already.

“Father never loved me. Grandsire only sees me as something at his disposal to use at convenience. Mother does not love me any more than what she is obliged to” His eyes meet yours, wide and adorable and terribly sad “I only have you. Just you. If they make me marry I won’t let you go. You cannot abandon me” His words carry an urgency and fear you hadn’t heard on him before. A deeply rooted terror of losing the only person who has not touched him with violence

You press tender kisses to his forehead, your touch gentle and warm “You will always have me, sweet boy. To the end of times. If they send you to the end of the world, I will be right behind you, taking care of you. If they put you on the throne, I will be at your feet as your most loyal servant”

Those reassuring words coax a smile out of him, a smile only meant for you. It is not often these days that Aegon is seen smiling, only in rare instances when he is with his children or with Sunfyre. All the others are reserved just for you.

Another comfortable silence lingers between you two, eyes locked with one another as your fingers card through his blonde tresses, his breath becoming a little sharper every time you accidentally tug on a knot. His hands snake up your front, stopping just in the curve of your breasts as he waits for your permission. You easily undo the very first button, allowing him the pleasure of doing the rest.

It takes him no time to have the front fully unbuttoned, pushing the fabric away to reach the object of his desire. The dazzled look he gets on his face whenever he stares at your bare breasts never fails to amuse you, as if he is staring at the most wonderful thing the world has to offer. His lips quickly find home around your perked nipple, releasing a satisfied sigh as he suckles at your milk, his hand cupping the free breast and massaging it lovingly, swiping his thumb over the hardened peak. You let out a content sigh, settling comfortably on the pillows as you watch Aegon nurse enthusiastically, barely stopping to breathe.

It had been after one of his many nights out that he first found comfort that particular way. Smelling of cheap perfume, even cheaper spirits and covered in vile things you didn’t wish to identify he had returned, and once more you had been by his side, putting his broken pieces back together and trying to not let his cracks be seen by the world the next morning. His hands had roamed your body, as they often did, a touch you glady allowed; he had never once done one thing you didn’t let him do, not even while being so deep in his cups he couldn’t say his own name. He had rested his face against your bare chest, inhaling deeply the musk of your skin while he toyed absently with your breast. A sharp pinch to your nipple had coaxed out some droplets of milk, which he collected on his thumb and brought to his lips. He repeated the process several times before crossing eyes with you, searching your face for any sign of rejection, but you only smiled and helped him get comfortable in your lap as he latched onto your breast for the first time. Nothing could quite calm him like that afterwards.

The prince at your breast lets out small sounds of satisfaction and content sighs as he grips your flesh tenderly, massaging it to coax more of the rich liquid to come down. At first you think he is relaxing and perhaps close to falling asleep, but then you notice his free hand down his body, palming his erection over the sheet. His teeth graze the engorged bud of your nipple ever so delicately, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Heat starts to pool in your lower belly, accompanied by a growing dampness between your thighs. You rub them together discreetly, seeking some form of friction as you continue to watch Aegon clumsily touch himself, trying to balance his need for pleasure with the attention he is lavishing upon your tits.

His whines take a desperate edge while he humps his own hand, his movements faltering since he doesn't know where to focus. Instinctively your hand moves slowly down his torso and under the sheets; you gently push his away and wrap your fingers around his length, giving a few tentative pumps.

“Do you want Mommy to take care of this?”

Both of you stop for a moment, eyes wide, and he even drops your breast in shock. He had very occasionally called you ‘mommy’, mostly ironically when you had ordered him around, or more intimately when you did certain things like tug on his hair or grip him a bit tighter. But you had never used the term that way, and by the way his cock throbs in your hand, the idea excites him as much as it does you. You give him a firm squeeze, making him jump on the bed

“I asked you something, sweet boy. I taught you how to use your words. Do you want Mommy to take care of your problem?”

Aegon swallows visibly, eyes still wide. His lips move rapidly, but no sound comes out other than a pathetic mumbling as he tries to unscramble his brains. He finally gives up and just nods, looking up pleadingly. But you don’t cave in and give him a firmer squeeze, earning a whimper from him

“Words” You say firmly, but without sounding too harsh. You don’t want to take him too far and make him scared. But you are also deeply curious on how far you can take this little jest.

It seems to take all his strength to push out every word “Yes Mommy, please” He sounds so small and defenceless, bordering on innocence. If you didn’t know him much better you would believe him a man that has rarely laid with women.

Encouraged, you stroke his hard cock slowly, swiping your thumb across the leaking head to gather the already forming drops and smearing them down his length. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, on your face, on your breasts, on your shoulders, pushing the rest of your dress out of the way to free more of your skin. He grips your hips, squeezes your thighs, seeks in your body an anchor to life as his face scrunches in pleasure. His breaths become ragged and you see his abdominal muscles tensing as he approaches climax. But as soon as you feel the familiar twitching you let go of him, your hand resting on the curve of his thigh.

His eyes shoot open and he half sits, staring at you with a mix of desperation and indignation. He whimpers quietly, shifting his hips to try and get under your delicious touch again, but you slap his thigh gently to keep him still.

“No moving. Mommy is taking care of you and you don’t move unless I say so.” Your tone is low, whispering the words as you press your forehead against his, gazes locked on each other. The black of his eyes has widened, making the purple seem darker, and the tears have dried at last. All that remains is lust mixed with submission, all of it just for you.

You gently caress his stones, watching in amusement as gooseflesh spreads across his skin at the touch, his legs instinctively spreading wider to grant you better access. You trace your index up his length, following the path of the throbbing vein prominent on the underside of his cock, while he fists the sheets, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You lean down to kiss him, letting him drown his moans against your welcoming mouth when you finally pump him, keeping the pace steady.

Again you stop just seconds before he reaches climax, earning an even more desperate whimper from him.

“Mommy, please, it hurts, I want to-” His words are cut short when your free hand takes hold of a fistful of his hair, just enough to feel the pull in his scalp. The moan comes from the depths of his chest when you brush your lips against his ear.

“Are you a good boy? A good boy for Mommy?”

He nods eagerly, his hands cupping your face to keep you close.

“I will be good Mommy. Please, please it hurts” His eyes gloss over, and his lower lip trembles again. He looks so pretty you struggle in your heart to carry on with this little game, even though he seems to enjoy it. And you are enjoying it too, so much you feel is unfair you are missing out on the best part.

You pull away just enough to drop your dress to the side, your smallclothes following suit. With Aegon flat on his back, it is easy for you to straddle his hips, letting the head of his cock snuggle in your slick folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when you rock your hips, gliding the heat of your cunt along his length. You take a slow pace, dragging out the moment as much as possible. But while you are in no rush to finish, Aegon is in a desperate hurry, pushing against your hips and mewling desperately to urge you on. When he tries to grab your hips you smack his hand away and lean in, so close your breaths mingle.

“Stay still, sweet boy. You don’t want Mommy to get angry and leave you like this, do you now?”

“But Mommy” He pants heavily, beads of sweat gathering in his temples “I need it, please. I will be good. I need to be inside you. Please”

You click your tongue, a smirk pulling at your lips. You smooth back his hair and press a kiss to his hairline, an almost soothing touch.

“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. But you have to keep being good and do as you are told, sweetling. If you are extra good, Mommy will let you spend inside her”

With that promise in mind, Aegon does his best to stay still, but you don’t make it easy for him. The rhythm is tantalisingly slow, coming to a halt every time you or him get too close to climax. His desperation grows to uncharted levels, fingers digging on the mattress, fists so tight on the sheets his knuckles turn white, lip bitten so strongly between his teeth it leaves an imprint. Tears bead in the corners of his beautiful eyes and roll down, dampening the sheet underneath. When you stop for the umpteenth time and a sob racks his chest, you know he’s ready.

You sit back on your haunches and watch him carefully. His hair is toussled from how much he has trashed on the bed, his face puffy and tear streaked, the flush of his cheeks spreading down to his chest. His cock is angrily red and leaky, impossibly hard and coated in your juices. Every muscle on his body is tense like a bowstring ready to fire. You touch his taut abs, rubbing the aching muscles soothingly.

“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. You deserve your prize”

The moan he releases as you line his cock with your entrance, sinking slowly until he is buried to the hilt, has surely been heard throughout the entire Keep. Encased in your tight heat, it takes no more than a few rocks of your hips for him to peak, back arching off the mattress dramatically as he screams his release to the vaulted ceilings, painting your walls with his spend. But you are not quite there yet. You continue to ride him, now at a dizzying pace, chasing your own release. His whines reach a new high, having barely time to recover from his groundbreaking climax. His abused cock is almost too sensitive to touch, and the drag of your cunt around him feels like fire climbing up his spine; the most deliciously tortuous fire.

Your hips and thighs begin to ache from the exertion, but you are so close, and seeing your sweet Prince so ruined it's definitely spurring you on. You shift your angle just a bit, so the head of his cock brushes against a certain spot inside you that makes you feel like you can touch the stars, all while your fingers circle your neglected pearl. It takes no more than a few thrusts before you climax, your walls tightening around him and somehow drawing out a second peak from him, even though you are sure he doesn’t have much more left to give you. You ride out your release, halting only when the burning on your thighs becomes too much to ignore.

You slide off and lay next to Aegon, who appears to still be waiting for his soul to return to his body. His eyes are wide, some stray tears still rolling, his breaths heavy and slow. When he whines quietly and turns to you, you reward him with a sweet smile and a tender, brief kiss upon the lips. Aegon snuggles into you, just like he likes it best, his face buried in your cleavage as he catches his breath. You rub his back in slow, soothing circles; he closes his eyes, his lips seeking and finding your nipples once more

While he suckles you lean closer, tracing his features with your fingertip

“You were such a good boy. So good for me. Mommy is so proud of you”

The gentle praise goes straight to his heart, that much you can tell in the way he hugs you with his entire body and the upward turn of the corner of his mouth. You know he is tired, and perhaps his body is urging him to sleep. But to do that he needs one last little nudge

“Mommy will always be with you, my sweet Prince”

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fictonrantsworld · 1 month

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Aegon just glaring and one-upping Larys is everything to me.

And Otto just staring at the back.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 18 days

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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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“His Weakness” [King!Aegon!Targaryen X Sister!Wife!Reader]

Warnings: Incest, vulgarity, expletives, murder,cussing,swearing, Mention of kidnapping, no use of y/n.

Summary: It is common knowledge that the king’s guards must protect him and his family, but this is not what happend with the king’s wife...

a/n: the scene is quoted from daenerys and daario bath scene.

You were relaxing in your tub inside your own chambers with your lady-in-waiting around who was fill your cup and rub your shoulders softly, you closed your eyes and sighed quietly. Natalie was chatting with you and joking. You loved her sense of humor.

“You have a wonderful choice of perfume, my queen.The King must be wild tonight”.

You opened your eyes and looked at her with a fake frown and a shy laugh “Natalie!”. she chuckled and I apologized to you saying “Apologize, my queen I shouldn't talk about the king that way ”.

“It's okay”. you replied with a small smilie then you closed your eyes again and leaned your head on the tub to return to your little bubble again.

A few short moments of relaxation were brought back by the sound of a small gasp coming from your lady-in-waiting.You opened your eyes and turned to find your sworn guard holding her with his dagger at her throat.

“No screaming or she dies”. he replied and looked at you. Natalie was looking at you in pure horror as she waited for you to do something.

“What do you want?” You respond to him in a stern tone, your eyes staring into his eyes with all boldness and defiance. You don’t want to let fear get to you now.

“you”. He answers you with a cheeky smile and takes off his helmet.

“Let her go!”. You command in your usual tone.

“Don't scream lovely girl”. He leaves Natalie to come back to you and stand behind the sink...behind you. You reply again, “I didn’t expect you to betray me like this sir frederick”.

He smiles at you and then says “What they say my queen.. A pinch from a friend hurts more than a blow from an enemy”.

“My husband will castrate you and feed you to his dragon”.

“I'm afraid he's very busy at the moment.Your dear husband is about to lose his dear queen”.

You can't believe the blacks stoop to this level are they really going to blackmail and manipulate aegon by using you as his weaknesses? You are in a difficult situation and you do not know what to do, and your lover is not around to save you.

You slowly stand up from your tub, letting the water drip off your naked body. You did not break eye contact with the guard As you appeared before him in all your glory, Natalie rushed to bring your green nightgown.

“I intended to talk to you more, my queen, but as you know we have a long way to go”.

“Oh? Do you think I'll let you kidnap me?”.

After your last comment, he grabs you by the waist and puts you close to him, then puts his hand on your throat and his other hand holds a dagger near your face. You felt his grip on your body.

“My queen, you have a very beautiful pussy and I want to taste the royal pussy but not now.. Let's go to Dragonstone first”.

“The king will have your tongue for this!” Natalie responds.

“Your drunk king is not here”.

Natalie quickly leaves the room and opens the door to find another guard standing at the queen's door When she tells him and asks him for help, he grabs her by the hair and brings her back to the room.. “Did you catch the silver whore or not?”. he replied.

“We're ready, just open the passage for us”. Frederic responds to his colleague with a cheeky smile. Meanwhile, a maid suddenly opens the door and sees you there tied up and about to be kidnapped. She quickly closes the door forcefully and runs towards the throne room. to fetch your husband.

Frederick's companion throws Nathalie to the ground and quickly moves towards one of the walls of your rooms to open the passage. You gather all your strength and kick his cock hardly.

He winces in pain and screams at you, then collapses on the ground in intense pain. “YOU WHORE!”.

“Natalie, get out quickly! ”. You yell at her.

“My queen-

“GET OUT! ”.

Natalie gets up from the floor and grabs your hand to quickly leave the room, but Frederick's colleague leaves the corridor and comes back to catch you. You throw things in his way But he gets closer to you... You let off her hand and move across the room like a mouse trapped in a cage of cats.

You quickly grab the bottle of wine and put it behind you, and when he approaches you, you break the bottle in his face. The shards of glass penetrate his eyes and he falls to the ground bleeding.

When you think you have survived, Frederick pulls your hair forcefully and puts his dagger to your throat, ready to kill you at any second.

“Very bad girl.. If you were an obedient girl, I would reward you with my cock”. His stinking breath on your neck and his strong grip on your hair.

“Or I will cut off your cock and feed it to you.”

Aegon's raspy voice bursts into the room. The guard turns around, holding you tightly. Your eyes meet your husband's eyes You can't, but you feel a little safe even if you are still in the grip of this bastard.

“Oh, the usurper what a pleasure to see you”.When Frederick mocks your husband, his guards entertain their swords at him. Aegon's eyes burned with anger and his lips curled into a deadly frown.

“LET HER GO! ”.

Frederick smiles at the king's command and presses the dagger to your throat more, making you raise your head up so that you do not feel his pressure on you. You can see Aegon takes one step towards you.

“Don't come closer! one another step and I will slay your queen”.

“Don't you dare touch one single inch of her”.

“OR?”

Aegon sighs at the stubbornness of this idiot who knows how to play with his nerves and make him lose his temper. aegon once looked at you while you were in the grip of that bastard.

“I'll give you all you want, gold... I will make you a lord in the my court... just let her go”. Your husband's tone is almost pleading now. Frederick laughs sarcastically. He is not stupid enough to believe your husband's false promises that will disappear once he loses his grip on you.

“I don't want gold. Gold can't buy a beautiful woman like our sexy queen”. He scoffs and his hand slides down to press your chest to tease Aegon.

“DON'T DARE!!.. ”. Aegon growls at him angrily.

You look at Frederick and he looks at you with a cheeky smile.. When his face comes close to kiss you. You spit in his face. Which makes him leave you for a second.

You quickly take advantage of the opportunity and run to hug your husband hardly.Aegon holds you in his arms while his guards catch that traitor and his colleague who lost his sight because of your blow.

Meanwhile, everything around you disappeared. You felt like the world had disappeared, and you and aegon were the only ones present in the world. He placed his hands on your cheeks and looked at you with great concern and interest.. “My love, are you hurt? Did this bastard hurt you? ”.

He was examining your face, your neck, and your whole body.. You just smiled at him with your big, loving eyes and shook your head.He smiled at you and kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose, your eyebrow, your ear, your neck, his lips, and everywhere he could find his way.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips hardly.. You kissed each other as if it was your last day.. As if there was no tomorrow.. The kiss lasted a while longer, neither of you daring to break it.

You didn't care if you lost your breath with his kiss. There is no doubt that it would be an honorable death to suffocate on the lips of your beloved...

When you both broke the kiss, he kept you close to his chest, not allowing you to move or move away from him. He looked at the guard and spoke in a harsh tone “Take this bastard to the dungeons, I will deal with him myself”.

The guards nodded and pulled the traitor and his colleague from your room to the dungeons. when you were left alone, he looked at you and gently stroked your hair, then hugged you back to his chest.

“If I was a minute late, I would have lost you”. He whispered in a low voice, his tone as if he was about to cry.

“My love, please.. The important thing is that we are fine now and the matter is over now? ”

“What if it happens again and I'm not lucky enough to save you?”.

“It won't happen again”. You look into his eyes and wipe away his tears “I won't let them take me away from you”.

If he has a weakness, it is you... his greatest weakness no wonder the blacks would have broken his wing by taking you from him and threatening to kill you.

However Aegon won't let them take you and he won't leave you alone again. You will be in front of his eyes all the time from now on...

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cruciomee · 1 month

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I cannot wait to see this beadwork in high definition!

The design on Aegon II’s outfit in season two has two gold dragons facing each other, to make the head of one dragon! I feel like there is symbolism in this!

The House of the Dragon costume department is upgrading their game fiercely

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mejcinta · 10 months

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We don't give Aegon enough credit for accurately nailing the smalfolk aesthetic. Lol.

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moonshine999 · 4 months

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You ever think about Alicent taking her baby Aegon to the sept? Because I sure do. Way too much.

🕯️Alicent telling him stories about his grandmother as she lights every single candle.

Him listening but not understanding, just mesmerized by his mother lighting the entire room golden.

Him hugging her face when she starts crying. Not knowing why. Confused murmurs as he cups her cheeks with his tiny hands.

🕯️Her praying and him following her

Alicent wiping her tears and putting him on the ground before kneeling and bowing her head in prayer.

Confused but since it's his ma, he follows her and clumsily climbs into her lap, closes his eyes and joins his hands in prayer. Without even knowing what to pray for yet or what a prayer might be. But his mother is doing it. It must be right.

🕯️her knowing that these visit won't mean anything to him in a few years

She knows he'll forget it all in a couple of years, that this means nothing but perhaps these moments with her eldest son are the only ones she will ever get.

Her watching her son so very easily go back to his playing, knowing what she'll have to shape him into, knowing his inevitable fate, knowing what the realm must be put through for her prayers to be answered.

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bottlesandbarricades · 11 months

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You keep ruling

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witchy-v1xen · 2 months

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I know this might be a random ass thought but , now I'm curious to see what would've happened if Aegon and Rhaenyra got married like Otto suggested.

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the-djarin-clan · 12 hours

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How can this man be SO HOT!

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sunfyre-targaryen · 2 months

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“you're the sun, you've never seen the night

but you hear its song from the morning birds

well, i'm not the moon, i'm not even a star

but awake at night i'll be singing to the birds”

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fictonrantsworld · 8 months

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In the first season of hotd there were less gowns cos ofc its the first season you can never know what will happen and they needed to save money for the dragons and other scenes. As a helaena lover, i wanted to see my girl in more than 2 clothes the golden one and her blue dress for aegons coronation. But i believe her clothes have their own symbols even for the young helaena actress.

At ep 6 we first see young helaena with a pink dress while with alicent.

The first time we see this young helaena it gives innocent vibes which is what pink is symbolized for. Her 2nd dress is in laenas funeral

This is actually the only time we see helaena in a green dress and showing her mothers colours, the clothes might be chosen by alicent but it still does show her side as the green princess and her loyalties.

Then the next time we see her she is an adult, a mother and aegons wife and as much as i think she deserved a bit more pizaz(cos u know shes a princess).i think her golden dress potrays her loyalties more. Many people even from team green were quite disastisfied that we never see helaena in a green dress and even som toxic stans were trying to use it as an excuse saying shes against alicent and that shes getting abused by aegon (which she never was ) and that shes actually like rhaenyra, who wore gold all the time. But i heavily disagree bc look at this.

Shes literally wearing her husbands colour for sunfyre and so are their kids.

Kinda like alicent did in the begining with viserys by wearing targ colours. Also look at her sun ring and neckalce. She literally representing aegon, when shes becoming queen as well.

And just like how when alicent wore green when she became the green queen, helaena wore her gold blue gown for her own dragon dreamfyre the day she became queen.

Another thing people assume that since adult helaena in season 1 never wore green so that means shes against her family(the delusion😂).

But the thing is that the colours, green and blue, in high valyrian are the same word, so technically...u know🤪

...ps she wears green jewelery... i dont have the soace for more gifs but young alicent wore the same rings so...

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lovelykhaleesiii · 7 months

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Can I put this in as a request? 🤭

omg omg omg I imagined this too!!! how hot would it be fucking him on the way to his coronation in that little ass carriage + that bumpy road ughh. the thots I had during that scene, UNHOLY!

Merciless or Ruthless?

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,019.

WARNINGS: degradation kink, name-calling, praise kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, brief mentions of implied pregnancy, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, slight exhibitionism, swearing.

A/N - I may have gotten slightly carried away with this. but he deserves it <3 hope you enjoy lovely x

The inevitability of death could be a comforting notion of peace to some, and yet marks a heavy burden of loss, sorrow and responsibility on others. King Viserys, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhonyar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, or more commonly dotted as Viserys the Peaceful, had passed peacefully in his sleep.

His death was one that many held their breaths anticipating in the final previous months, considering the haste deterioration of the king's ill health. Nonetheless, during these months of anticipation, whispers of preparation had begun to churn behind the back of the sickly King, plans to anoint his eldest son, your dearly beloved husband, Aegon the Second of His Name, as King of the Realm.

Regardless of such talks, Aegon remained blissfully oblivious to it all. Relishing in the banquets and spoils of royalty, he remained keen and satisfied as Prince, and from time to time, expressed the notion of respecting his elder half-sister, Rhaenyra, as the rightful Queen.

It was only with you, that Aegon openly delved deeper into his reluctance of being adorned as King, expressing a distaste for the role and the heavy burden.

"I have no wish to rule...Only to wine, dine and fuck you senseless and raw, till you are practically dripping of me."

As his faithful and devoted wife, you ultimately respected and supported his well wishes. No desire to dissuade him further, despite the conniving tactics employed by his mother and grandsire, who often urged you to encourage him to seek and accept the duty of the Crown. You denied their efforts, remaining stagnant to Aegon's choice.

That was until Viserys' death began to ignite a ripple of chaos...

"A-Aeg... You've been distant all morning. Talk to me, my love."

You had awoken beside Aegon that morning, although he was not the same... His last few pending hours as Prince, before his looming coronation, was he to be anointed as King. Having quarrelled tirelessly against his grandsire, mother and liege council, he was outnumbered and ultimately defeated... More so, it was after his discrete one on one talk with Ser Criston, that seemed to shove Aegon into accepting his fate, without even so uttering a rebuttal.

"I am not fit to rule, Y/N... Everyone knows it, I know it. This is going to be a disaster, and Nyra, I-"

He pauses as his breath hitches in his throat, gulping as he composes himself, his lilac eyes swell, glistening in the streaks of sunlight, yet no tears fallen: his lounged body swayed in motion to the rocking carriage.

"-I know what is expected of me, but I doubt myself."

"Aeg- It is just nerves, my dear. We'll take it step by step, day by day, I promise-"

Reaching out, your arm stretches over as you lean towards your Targaryen husband. Your gentle hand firmly holding his, as your thumb caresses his pale skin. The colour in his face has faded, except for the dark circles embedded beneath his lower lash line. Despite your encouraging words, and half-hearted smile, you earned a simple shrug and huff, as Aegon continued to longingly look onwards towards the bustling crowds gathering and trodding towards the Hill of Rhaenys.

"Please Aeg- Is there anything I can do in my power, my love? I cannot bear to see you in such a miserable state for longer."

Silence remained still for a few sparing seconds, before Aegon's tiresome eyes sparked with a familiar yearn. Flickering from your seated position towards your entwined hands, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak.

"Do me the honour, of fucking me one last time as a Prince. Do it for me, as a gift to your King."

You could not deny, nor did your body try to hide it, you were taken aback in shock by his demand.

"Right now? Here? Aeg- Can this not wait for after the coronation, mayhaps back in bed-"

"Please, Y/N... Unorthodox I know, but when have we not been? It would really help to calm my nerves, baby. If I could just feel you, let me be with you. You always know how to make me feel better."

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you lean back, pulling aside a curtain shading a small window through the carriage, and see there is still much a way ahead, along with all the disrupting foot traffic.

Carefully standing up as you felt your stance unsteady attempting to pull up the rich, silk layers of your custom gown up. The cobbled road beneath the wheeled carriage strewed with potholes and uneven surfaces, made it near impossible to stand still. Immediately your hand instinctively reaches, latching and gripping onto Aegon's sturdy shoulder, as he remains comfortably seated. His arm reaches over to you, supporting your waist, as your other hand grips onto his forearm, as you nestle yourself atop his wide lap, as he slightly readjusts himself.

"Is this what you wanted, hmm? Want your pretty, little wife's cunt on your cock to make you feel better? You are worse than the whores out there-" You head tilts gesturing towards the Street of Silk in passing by, often where your young husband would venture during his bachelor days. Your fingers begin to find their way to his tussled, short hair, pulling at his platinum strands. Although he was dressed and prepped dutifully this morning, it still looked somewhat unkempt. You pursue his soft lips, eager as you delve in for a kiss, Aegon succumbing to it, trying desperately to hold for as long as possible, before you break apart, both of you breathless.

His familiar taste tinged with the essence of wine lingering, etched on your lips as you savour it, your focus remaining solely on one another. Each of your hands remain gripped to his shoulders, your body weight atop of Aegon's kept him steady during the rocky ride, as you swayed in motion. The haste, harsh turns made you grind against your husband's clothed lap: sensing a brewing, hungry twitch growing more blatant beneath your bare, throbbing cunt.

"I can feel you stirring, handsome... Such a needy Prince today, aren't you? Gods help me, when you are crowned King. I shall be at your beckon call day and night," You breathlessly utter closely into the elder Prince's ear. Aegon's rough hands firmly clutched at your hips, guiding your natural movements, as you buck backwards and forwards against his larger frame. The friction was palpable, as the heat infused between your inner thighs over his crotch.

"That you will be. I'll have you bent and fucked stupid over that fucking throne when I want... The only perks I shall relish in as King. Keeping you safe and sated," Aegon lowly whispered, an almost fearsome growl echoed in his throat.

"Is that so? Ugh- I must say, dear husband... To see you crowned and seated almighty on that throne, ordering us subjects below you. I might just faint at the sheer sight."

A snarling chuckle escaped his plump lips, as his hands glided over towards your front, pulling the hem further up, exposing your undergarments. Without so much as a warning, and with such swift strength, Aegon tore the piece of fabric apart.

"Just the thing I needed to cheer me up, and look at you--"

Aegon's thick digits teasing at your arousal, gently encircling your entrance as he attempted to pry you open, before hungrily licking your sweet taste off his fingers.

"Already making such a wet mess, who exactly is the whore now? I've barely touched you, and your body desperately craves for my cock, huh?"

"Mhmm-" You whimper, as Aegon elevated himself, unbuttoning his clean trousers, his stiff cock lively springing into action.

"Tell your King exactly what you want, baby... Tell your King and I shall listen. Mayhaps I will be merciful and grant you what you desire, or be ruthless."

His hard, strained cock, red and glistening enticingly with his pre-cum oozing at the tip, appeared aching for release. Teasingly stroking at the entrance of your moist folds, feeling its pulsating throbs against the sensitive skin of your cunt, was enough to send you into overdrive.

As you instinctively lifted yourself up slightly off of Aegon's lap, readying yourself to plop yourself back down, Aegon's grip over your waist, held you steady and preserved.

"Not yet, baby... Use your words. I need to hear it from you first. Can't just let you roam around and do as you please now. You think you get some sort of special treatment?"

"A-Aeg, please-" You had mindlessly moaned: the rugged motions of the carriage persisted, the unsteadiness plunging you back down against Aegon's lap, as you nestled for support. His cock thrashed against your velvet folds, earning a sly smirk on his behalf and a helpless moan from yourself.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Your cock, my King. I-I want you to f-fuck me rough and hard, till I'm nice and round with heirs for m-my King."

"Fuck. That's it, baby-" Satisfied, Aegon's hands effortlessly lifted you once more momentarily, before having you plunge down over his cock. Its wide, intimidating girth was a sensation you could never quite adjust to, naturally stretching your silky walls, clenching tightly over his thudding cock.

"Let me fuck my heir into you now, and let it be known that you carry the offspring of the King. These tits will swell ample with milk for the babe and for I-" He breathlessly growls, as his lips softly suckle at your cleavage, his hands once more ventured, fingers pulling at your corset fabric, before roughly pulling apart the seams: busting your breasts more open, enough to shed any last remaining source of modesty.

"-These hips will grow wide to carry and birth a whole damn litter. This precious stomach, may the Gods be good, will swell greatly in the moons to come. Fuck me, you will be such a heavenly Queen."

Aegon's frame now moving against the uphill, rocky drive naturally his cock followed his motions delved deep inside of you, striking at your cervix. Whimpering moans of pleasure and pain, coaxed in your voice chiselled through the carriage, layered with Aegon's heavy breathing.

"You w-will be s-such a good King, such a g-good father, as you have been an honourable husband. P-Putting my needs first."

"S-Say more, precious-" Aegon sternly proclaimed, his tone growling louder, as his large hands had subtly snaked their way towards your backside, rough palms [tarnished from training] kneading at your plush flesh.

"You are the rightful King. I devote my entire being, my entire existence to you, Aeg. Forever bound to you, I am at your disposal. Love me, ch-cherish me...F-Fuck me."

With all the swaying, harsh motions from the carriage itself alongside the sensual love-making, Aegon's cock released all the tension from the anticipation, the buildup from your touch, that he desperately needed. Reaching his ultimate peak, in return spoiling you with a climatic apex.

The moments that followed timely, had forever changed the course of history itself...

Aegon had been crowned and accepted by the realm as King. And as he spoke like a true, honest ruler, the Gods saw fit as they did anointing your husband, and you began to swell healthily with child in the months that followed. It was widely known however, that the conception of the King's soon to be heir, was poetically the day its father was crowned.

"As tense as we all were for Aegon, it seemed you two were rather ugh- eager for the coronation... If the Gods blessed the Queen with child now, then we shall be thankful for the holy plans of the Seven," Alicent, the Dowager Queen, had reminisced over the intimate family dinner that night.

Regardless, it took time for Aegon to grow accustomed to the heavy burden and responsibility of having to rule Seven Kingdoms. And yet he did so willingly, so long as you had remained dutifully by his side. That, he forever was eternally thankful for.

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danytar · 23 days

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“My joy& Pride” [Dad!Aegon X Sister!Wife!Reader]

Warnings: Death of a character - offensive language - anxiety - Incest

Summary: aegon's wife insists on sending her little son and daughter away...during the war to keep them safe.

After the murder of The King firstborn son the realm goes into mourning for the little prince. It was a very dark and difficult times for both of the king and his queen Y/n...

Now they have to put their grief aside and take care of their other children.The Queen was able to control her grief and return to her duties While her husband, the king, swore and promised her that he would take revenge for their son.

“I will not send my children away Y/n..this is a final decision”. Aegon said to her with a serious tone.

“Do you think they will be safe here? Do you want to slaughter them? ”. she replies quickly in a higher tone than usual staring at her husband with serious sharp eyes.

“That's not the point, my dear.. Do you think I would feel safe if I sent them to strangers to take care of them?”. He looks at her now waiting for her answer.

“They are not strangers, they are my friends ”. she replies

“They are still strangers How can we know if they betrayed us? And sold our children to the blacks?”.He gets up from his chair and walks towards her.

“Dove, please.. They are as precious to me as they to you..I won't let anything hurt them”. He continues speaking while gently placing his hands on his queen's arms.

“But.. Jaeha- He interrupts her response, saying “Jaehaerys murder was a terrible accident.. I know.How much did this hurt you..”. He looked into her eyes and spoke again.

“Our children will be safe here.. in front of our eyes ”.

She sighed for a moment and didn't know what to say. She was lost in her thoughts and her gaze wandered around the room away from her husband's eyes.

“My love...look at me ”. He responds in a soft voice trucking her hair behind her ear.

She looks into his eyes.. Aegon smilies softly at her. His thumb traced a small smile on her lips.. “Now show that sweet smilie of yours ”.

She chuckles sweetly “you're an idiot ”. She hits his shoulder playfully.. “An idiot? ”He raises an eyebrow and then teases her “Is this how you speak to your king? ”.

she smilies and nodded.. “I think I should punish you, my queen ”. he chuckles.

The queen Y/n was in her daughter's room braiding her own hair.. Jaehaera was innocent and sweet girl.. Literally her father daughter. The Queen tried hard not to see Jaehaerys in her so as not to treat her as a substitute.

“Do you love me mother? ”. The little princess speaks.

Y/N looks at her girl and smilies softly.. “Yes darling.. so much”. The Queen answers in a soft tone.

“And father? ”. she replies.. “We both love you sweetie ”. Y/n smiles and gently strokes her daughter's hair.

“I love you two as well”.

“mother...why did they killed my brother?”.

The queen's face tensed at this question but she sighs and answers her daughter.. “Because they are evil people who want to hurt me and your father ”.

“But.. he's innocent ”. she replies

“I know sweetie... I know.. ”. She whispers and hugs her daughter to her chest.

“It's not your fault with what adults do.. ”

“I don't want you or father to get hurt ”. Jaehaera replies with a sweet smilie and wipes her mother's tears.

Y/N smilies a warm smile and looks at her sweet girl.The princess wraps her little arms around her mother's neck.

“What are my girls doing? ”. Aegon's warm, loving voice interrupts them.

The princess breaks the hug and looks at her father “Your grace”. She node gently.

Aegon grinned at the sight of his daughter. He quickly walks over to her and holds her in his arms “Did my beautiful little princess missed me?”. He gently tapped his nose against his daughter's nose.

Y/N smilies at the view. He notices her smile and says “My doves, I was looking for you.. We have a meeting now”.

“Now? But..we were having a good time ”. The princess frowns gently.

“Yes, sweetie, sorry ”. he looks at her and smilies.

“It won't take long, sweetheart, I promise ”. her mother said with a pretty smilie.... “Yes darling ”. Aegon replies.

The king approached and took his wife's hand.. “Wait! father”. the little princess exclaims

Aegon turns around with a warm smile on his face then he kneels until he reaches his daughter's height “What is it my joy?”he looks at her.

She takes a small rose from her little rosey crown and she tucked it between her father's silver locks.

He smiles and places a tender kiss on her cheek.Then he gets up and leaves his precious princess's room with his wife.

“I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.. but the council prefer that we must send the princess and prince to a safe place”

“Tell him! He's stubborn ”. Y/N replies.

“My dear queen I think we've discussed this already”. Aegon he replies in a serious and confident tone as he sits up straight in his chair with his hands on the council table.

“I know, my love.. but- He interrupted her, looking at her “Y/N...I have told you before ”.

“Aegon right my dear..I don't want my grandchildren away from me”. Alicant replies to her daughter.

“Mother-

Their meeting is interrupted by one of the kingsguard. He enters the room breathlessly. “Your- your grace A sensitive incident occurred in the princess's chamber”.

“WHAT HAPPENED? ”. Y/N replies with a worry tone.

“SPEAK BEFORE I HAVE YOUR TONGUE! ” Aegon growls at him as he gets up from his chair.

“I'm afraid I can't say..”.

The king kicks his chair and walks towards the guard, holding his dagger “Speak before I-”. the sound of the council room door being opened interrupts him.

He saw his wife leaving so as he let the guard and walk behind her.. “Your grace the meeting-

He threw his dagger towards the council table, piercing the wood as a warning to them that whoever prevents him from leaving will regret it.

The queen walks towards her daughter's rooms, her feet trembling and her heart beating faster than ever she felt her ribs contract and her breath become more severe as she got closer and closer...

She felt as if she had been punched in the face with the hilt of a sword.. She saw the maids gathering in her daughter's room. She entered slowly she didn't say a word.. She got closer and closer..

The servants made way for her to see her little girl lying on her bed with her toy in her hand.. Her sweet face was pale and her skin was cold as ice... and there was blood flowing from her little nose and mouth..

It was a terrifying sight and the queen immediately collapsed and fell on her knees. When Aegon arrived and saw the scene unfolding before him, he felt something shatter inside him.

He dismissed the servants from the room and approached to his daughter's bed..

“I- I have Told you!”She shouted at him.. “It's because of you!! You killed her ” Y/N screamed again and collapsed violently.

“Y... y- y- you”.Her lips tremble as she says the words.

He did not answer her, but tears fell to his cheek he tucked her silver locks behind her ear. He felt like he was a real killer..

He looked behind him to find his wife kneeling on the cold ground, her tears flowing abundantly like rain on a stormy night.

He kneels next to her and hugs her to his chest.. She hits his chest with small fists and stutters between her words.. “M- my-My precious daughter”... She sniffles..

“Aeg-

“Shhhhh I'm sorry”. he whispers and a small tears sparkle at the corner of his eyes.

The king was standing on the balcony of the Red Keep, staring at the night sky. Lost in his thoughts..

Suddenly he pulled out the small rose that tucked between his silver locks he looks at the rose and small tears shed in his eyes.. pain and sadness..

He goes to his wife's room to find that she has calmed down now but signs of sadness were still on her face.

“It was our duty to protect our children... but- ” She muttered, with broken voice.. “We failed.. Jaehaerys... Jaehaera.. they.. they.. they deserve better parents”.

He looked at her, then approached and knelt at her chair “Don't say that.. We did what we could-

“It wasn't Enough!”. She muttered.

“My sweetheart please-”She interrupts him before he finishes his sentence.. “She was good.. kind.. Since the day she was born.. I don't know from where she came from” She gasped. “She was nothing like me.. not jealousy not mean.. so pure.. so beautiful ”

“No.. don't say that you're amazing”He whispers back and cups her cheeks.

“They did not rest until they brought us to the ground ”. she replied and looked at him.

He leans closer and looks into her lavender eyes “Fuck them.. fuck the crown.. fuck the throne.. fuck everyone who isn't us”... He continued. “There is no one in the world but us.. what they took from us..this is plot against us.. we will pay it back a hundred times over.. do you hear me? ”

She nods and hugs him.. he hugs her back and his hands are stroking her hair..

They will regret..

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