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Never Before

[Waiting For A Lifetime II] Part 1 2 3 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader (im sorry i couldn't help myself T_T)

Summary: Never before had Daemon, prince of Valyria, been so sure of anything in his entire life.

Word Count: 7k+ 💀💀💀

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, i have slight pov shifts kinda i hope its not confusing, probably poorly translated high valyrian, sibling quarrels T_T, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hello im 6000% invested in this that i made a moodboard MY MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE I HOPE YOURE READING THIS I HAVE A MADE A PART 2 ENJOY MY LOVE i hope you enjoy it T_T come back to my inbox and tell me what you think pls T_T i beg. this btw is a p2 and you 100% need to read the first chapter to appreciate this i think lol "Waiting For A Lifetime" (but to be fair, i doubt you need to read it to get what's happening though) ps the valyrian wedding vows are from reddit Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also everyone who commented and messaged me about it my fic @pearlstiare @llovinjoonie @sabrina6272827 @ayamenimthiriel @comicsol1999 @fictionalcomforts @mirandastuckinthe80s @mooniesyubi @cookielovesbook-akie @panagiasikelia

"Viserys!" Daemon shouted as he galloped loudly down the halls. He paid no mind to the staff greeting him good morning as he called out for his brother. No one minds. They are far too used to him. His hair jostles with his movement, yet he barely heaves as he runs. He is far too used to this.

Daemon changes the name he calls as he practically jumps down the stairs with how much excitement was in his bones, "Aemma!"

He huffs as his tousled, silver blonde hair flies over his face as he makes it downstairs.

The prince nearly collides with a servant who just exited a room he passed. He braces her, grunts as he pushes past. She squeaks and quickly mutters an apology that is quickly ignored.

Daemon runs down the hall, making a quick turn when he reaches a corner.

Had it been anyone other than the Wild Child himself, it would have been a concerning sight to see a man running frantically so early in the morn. However, Daemon had done worse, far worse in his youth especially. It was best to rather just get out of his way, lest he accidentally injure you in an unfortunate collision.

Daemon busts into the dining room with a dramatic bang, fitting of his innate dramatics. Finally, he was out of breath and catches it as as his brother and sister-in-law cooed at their newborn babe.

He huffs, walking over to the joyous family, absolutely illuminated by the sound of the young heir's laughter and seemingly indifferent to his entrance.

Daemon releases a sigh at the sight of them.

The little girl squeals in excitement as her mother rattles her toy over her face.

Viserys finally turns to his younger brother, "oh. You're awake."

Daemon reaches him and slaps a hand on his back in regard, making a beeline for Aemma, who he promptly seals into a hug and kisses her cheek.

"Off, you cunt," Viserys points loudly but emptily, making his wife snort.

Daemon smirks at the reaction to his theatrics, glad to finally have attention, smile widening as he takes his turn to coo to his babe, "Rhae-Rhae!"

Viserys rolls his eyes, "Rhaenyra."

Aemma gives her husband a look, swatting a hand at him, "I think it's a cute pet name, lovie."

"Aemma," the man sat by the side of Rhaenyra's high chair shifts on his seat, "Ray-ray was the name of his dog when we were kids."

"But you're much cuter than him, innit?" Daemon says as he reaches out to Rhaenyra, "you're so much cuter than my widdle pitbull was."

Aemma breaks into a fit of giggles upon learning the dog's breed. From the spot where she stood to the right of Rhaenyra's high chair, she threw her head back, her long platinum blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder. She thinks it's fitting that the prince cared for a pitbull; the most misunderstood breed of canines, she thinks.

Viserys watches as Daemon takes his daughter, "she's not going to let you hold her."

Daemon ignores him and beams when the child is successfully in his arms.

Victorious.

That is up until she broke into a loud fit of tears.

"Aww, shh, shh," Aemma coos at her daughter, "it's uncle Daemon! Uncle Daemon."

"Yes, uncle demon," the child's father states, "who will not hesitate to steal your candy the minute he can."

"Viserys," Aemma warns.

The said man raises his arms, "I won't let him, lovie."

Daemon turns to Aemma with worry written on his face and moves to bring the baby for her to take. When he turns to his brother, Viserys has a shitfaced I-told-you-so look written all over him.

Daemon decides to ignore it, not even sparing an eye roll that was itching in his skull. Aemma takes Rhaenyra and hushes her in her arms. The effect is instant. Daemon looks on blankly yet in awe. Viserys catches the way his brother sighs in what he could only describe as delight. The former walks over to Viserys, circling behind him to pull the seat to his side and hunch over with intent.

Viserys shoots him a look. And here he thought his brother wanted merely to have breakfast. He should have known, "what do you want?"

These words alert Aemma, who turns from her spot as she continues to rock the already pacified baby in her arms.

"I want mother's ring."

Aemma gasps, eyes widening, jaw slacking.

Viserys pulls his head back, screws his eyes shut, then shakes his head in disbelief. He opens his eyes as he says, "you want what?"

"The red one," Daemon points, "you know. I always thought the emerald cut suited mummy's finger."

Aemma beams, "oh my gods, Daemon!"

"Wait," the king raises his hands, "wait, wait-" he turns to his excited wife, "wait," he eyes Daemon, "why you asking for the ruby ring?"

"I just said that-"

"Don't fuck with me."

Daemon straightens up at the sound of the king's hiss. He then snorts, unable to mask his amusement over his older brother's annoyance. He leans on the table and then grabs a piece of some of the sliced fruit. He chews the sweet melon and grape in his mouth, lips curving into a small smirk, "I'm going to get married."

Aemma cannot contain the squeal that slips out of her mouth, "DAEMON!"

"Fuck off," Viserys mutters, leaning back on his chair, "don't mess with me, you nitwit. I will have your arse if you-"

"No, I'm serious," he places a hand on his brother's shoulder, "I have met..." Daemon exhales, shaking his head. He holds his tongue, trying to think of the right words to say. Aemma and Viserys both are stunned by this, the latter most especially. The prince purses his lips then utters, "the most enchanting woman and..."

Aemma whimpers, hand coming up to her lips, tears glassing her eyes.

Viserys shifts in his seat to turn to his brother.

"I..." Daemon shakes his head, turning away from his brother in thought. He knits his brows as he chuckles to himself. He retreats his hand, "I have no idea how, or why, but I just know," he turns to Aemma, "she's the one."

Aemma bursts into tears upon hearing the admission. She hands her daughter to her husband then heads off to Daemon to seal him into a tight embrace. Daemon laughs as he stands and meets his sister-in-law halfway, cooing at her as they hug affectionately. He rubs her back, and kisses the top of her head, "aww, my sweet girl, we do not deserve you."

The king is too stunned to do anything but hold his heir.

The embrace lasts a good ten seconds.

"Gods, Dae," Aemma whimpers, "I'm so happy for you."

Viserys is frozen in his spot as he holds Rhaenyra. He looks out to door and calls, "someone! Someone come and bring a maester! My brother is terribly ill! He's in fucking love!"

Aemma and Daemon pull away from each other, chuckling as they did. The former swats Viserys and the latter waves at Rhaenyra, who was looking up at her papa, then idly turned to her uncle.

The king sighs before he turns up to his brother, "well, tell me about her. I would damned die trying to wrap my head around what kind of woman got you so worked up like this."

Aemma watches as Daemon's face lights up. It warmed her heart so dearly to see his good-brother like this.

"I cannot put it into words, Vis, but the moment I saw her," Daemon waves his hands around, "I- it was like... the wind was knocked out of my lungs."

"Gods. The Mother. The Stranger. The Smith," Viserys whimpers, standing from his chair, placing his daughter on the highchair. He pats her bald baby head, "lest I hurl on you, my love."

Aemma is sill very much sobbing. She clutches Daemon's bicep, "so?! When did you meet her?! What's her name? What does she do? What does she look like?! Do you have a photo of her? Show me a photo of her right now!"

Daemon chuckles at her rapid fire questions and grabs her cheek, leaning his forehead onto her. When he pulls away, he places his cherished possession into her hand. Daemon pushes past her and Aemma looks at the small white card with much intrigue.

Daemon feels a tingle run down his spine as he hears Aemma read the name out loud. He steps in front of his brother as his sister-in-law chimes, "she works at a museum and is a professor part time," the woman turns to her husband, "she's an intellectual, Viserys!"

"I'm going to need that ring, brother," Daemon declared.

Viserys turns to Daemon, eyes narrowed in both scrutiny and annoyance by his telltale spoiled attitude, "I can't just get mum's ring. It's in the vault with-"

"It's not in the vault," Daemon asserts, "Rhaenys borrowed it for the recent gala and it's still in the storage chamber here. I was the one that signed off the insurance papers for it to be shipped tomorrow. It's Not. In The Vault."

Viserys sighs and rolls his eyes, "oh, very well, let's get it both."

"I am more than capable of getting it my-"

"No!" Viserys raises a finger in respite, "the last time you were in the storage chamber, you nearly cost both of us our heads with the tragedy you laid upon grandpa's antique pottery."

Daemon takes his turn to rolls his eyes just as Viserys begins to walk off, "I was nigh but 13, you dunce!"

The elder snaps a glare at the younger, "I'm astonished you've convinced yourself that you found any semblance of maturity past that age, demon."

Daemon rolls his eyes again. Aemma calls out, "wait," grabbing her daughter, "we're coming with you." She jogs up to her brother-in-law and hands him back the card. Daemon places it in his pocket, "thank you, my love."

"Lovie," Viserys calls out, "just enjoy your breakfast, we shan't be long," he places his hands on his wife's shoulders.

"Oh, breakfast can wait, this is far more exciting, lovie," Aemma grins.

Viserys is weakened by her and sighs. He presses a kiss on her forehead, "fine. Do you want me to carry Rhaenyra?"

"I've got it, baby," she smiles, leaning into him.

Daemon watches them as they walk off. His stomach is in knots, thinking about how badly he wants that to happen with him and his love this very instant.

Daemon didn't need help to find the ancestral ring. The moment they walked in the chamber, he made a beeline for the object with not a second thought.

He takes the box and opens it, heart leaping into his mouth as he grins from ear to ear. He closes it with a thud and raises it in his hand with an expression of a boy opening gifts in Christmas morn, "I've got it."

Aemma giggles, rocking her baby with excitement, "look, Rhaenyra, uncle Daemon's got a ring."

Rhaenyra looks out inquisitively as her uncle walks over.

Uncle tries, getting on one knee, opening the box, "will you marry me, Rhaenyra?"

Viserys instantly kicks him down, "oh, fuck off, you incipit twat!"

Aemma giggles, as does the struck Daemon, felled on the floor with not a hint of offence.

When he stands, he lunges towards his brother, sealing him into a tight embrace, "you've made me a happy man, Viserys."

Viserys finds it tempting to fight him off and curse his bones, but he had not seen Daemon so sincerely excited and bright in a long while, and so he wraps his arms around him and leans into his touch, patting his back firmly, "alright, you bugger. Now let me see that card this time."

Daemon pulls away with a grin, pulling out the card for the king.

"Oh, let me see a photo of her!" Aemma shakes her hand out.

"I've not had the chance to photograph her," Daemon shakes his head, "don't worry though, I'll bring her home soon enough."

Aemma grins, hugging her daughter tightly. She coos at Rhaenyra and raises her small, soft arm up at Daemon, muttering as though it was the child, herself, speaking,, "and just how soon is soon, uncle?"

Daemon smiles at his niece, "why, this very moment, Rhae-Rhae," he leans in to gently pinch her rosy cheek. He then pulls away to swipe at his wrist, uncovering the watch beneath his dress shirt, "I'm calling her at 11:55."

"EEEK!" Aemma cheers, "Hear that, Rhaenyra? You're going to have an aunt!"

"Damn, Daemon," Viserys lifts his eyes up to his brother, "when did you meet her again.?

Daemon turns to his brother, shoving the box in his pocket. He got what he wanted; there was no need to mask anything. "Last night," he noted, reaching out to retrieve the card from him.

"I'm sorry," Viserys pulls the card away, preventing it from being snatched, "what?"

The prince sniffles, pressing his lips casually together, "I met her at the Blue Ginger last night."

Aemma's face falls into a inwardly concerned and shocked look.

"Give me the-"

Viserys steps back, pulling his arm farther back, "and there it is. There it is!" His neck strains at the intensity of his speech. He scowls at his brother angrily, making Daemon's jovial expression dim into a similar shade.

"So, what?!" Viserys shakes his head, lips curving into annoyance and disgust. "What? You fucked her then-"

"DON'T," Daemon points a finger, "FUCKING talk about her like that!" he seethed, stepping forward, bunching Viserys' shirt.

"Daemon!" Aemma calls out in concern.

Viserys scoffs, eye twitching in anger. He doesn't care that Daemon is staring at him with darkness, ruining his shirt in his fists. He rips the card in his hand into pieces. Daemon releases his brother in shock, face falling, jaw clenching.

"Viserys!" Aemma calls in shock, the same time Daemon barks, "you FUCKER!"

"Give me the ring, Daemon," Viserys commands, snorting, stiff as though he declared war, "I will not allow you to follow through with your frantic idiocy."

"I love her!" Daemon growls, teeth grit in fury.

"You want her!" Viserys corrects, stepping closer, "you've no idea what love is, boy! You want her like you wanted to be king then not!"

Daemon heaves at his brother's chastises.

"You met her yesterday! That is not love!" Viserys snarls, "it is nothing but love sprung from the head of your haughty cock!"

"Viserys!" Aemma cries.

"It is lust, Daemon!" the king proclaimed. He steps back, turning to the torn pieces of paper on the floor. He kicks it, but it barely does anything in affect, "you will not follow through with this madness!"

"You think I've not saved her number, dipshit?" Daemon shudders in anger. He grips the velvet box tightly in his pocket, feeling his body vibrate in hatred, scorn... hurt.

Viserys nearly drops his expression when he sees the glassiness of the prince's eyes.

Aemma's lips part, "Daemon."

"You told me you knew from the moment you saw her," Daemon points to Aemma accusingly before weakly dropping his arm, "that she was for you."

"Daemon," Viserys sounds defeated, "Aemma and I got to know each other for years before getting married," he whispers.

"And I will continue to know her for the rest of my life!" Daemon exclaims.

"Daemon," Viserys and Aemma call at the same time. The latter walks forward, placing a hand on the prince's shoulder, which is sequentially shrugged off. It hurts the queen, but she was kind enough not to push him further. The former sighs, raising his hands questioningly, "no matter how visceral it felt, no matter how drawn you were to meet her," the elder Targaryen states carefully, "you cannot be sure of-"

"I HAVE NEVER BEEN-" Daemon wails, desperate like a cat surrounded by water. His voice nearly breaks when he continues, "more sure of anything EVER-" he heaves, annoyed by the tears that were threatening to spill down his face. He shudders sharply, "not since the day mother died."

The tone in the room shifts drastically.

Daemon looks at his brother with pleading eyes as he recounts the memory, "I told you she... I told you she was dead that night, I told you I felt it in my bones, and you told me not to worry," tears finally streak down his cheeks, "we both woke up to father's ghost of a face."

Viserys remembers the day well. He remembers how adamant and frantic his little brother was that night. He had done his best to pacify him. Yet that morning it was he that was pacified by Daemon.

The king does a good job concealing his perceived weakness to his brother, he holds back tears he was to cry out, as the boy continues to plead his case.

"What's the point of waiting years, delaying something I am certain I desire now?"

"Daemon," Viserys says, almost helplessly, "you are a prince. You cannot marry on a whim and leave-"

"I will not LEAVE her!" Daemon erupts. He cannot take it anymore. He begins to fume, chest rising and falling quickly, "there was once a time when a prince was allowed to execute his wishes-"

"AND I AM THE KING!" Viserys bangs on his chest as he screams. He begins to heave just like his sibling, face succumbed to disdain. He raises his hand up to him, "give me the ring, Daemon."

Aemma feels her heart hurt at the sight of them. She feels her heart hurt especially because Daemon's face was wholly sullen, a complete contrast to what it was a while ago.

Daemon's face is blank. His defenses were up. Whatever brightness in hin was now gone.

"Is that a command, my king?" the second born utters under his breath.

The king thinks. He is tempted to say it, to do what he promised his baby brother he never would, exert his sovereignty over him. His chest constricts, his brows knit, his eyes begin to water. He cannot do that to him.

"It is a plea from your older brother, Daemon."

Daemon rolls his shoulders back. He holds back the quiver of his lips, "why should I listen to my hateful brother's plea when he did not listen to mine?"

"Daemon," Aemma calls, herself now overcome with emotion.

The said man walks away, pushing past them.

Viserys heaves. He watches his brother turn his back on him. He begins to flare with abhorrence and offence, "DAEMON!"

The prince does not listen as he walks away, storming out the storage chamber, slamming the doors on his way out. He mutters strings of High Valyrian curses as he roughly wipes his face on his sleeve.

Daemon soothes himself by remembering that Viserys was a rat, a gremlin, unadulterated rubbish, his absolute nemesis since time immemorial. He was difficult and cruel and irritating and selfish. He loathed him.

His eye twitches, his walking slows. Cunt. He hates himself for caring so much about him. Fuck him.

When Daemon gets to the garage, he wills the memory of choosing and purchasing the silver Benz with his rat brother in the very hell depths of his mind. He leans on the hood, his blonde hair falls on his face.

He'll turn around.

He snorts, wiping his philtrum.

He always turns around... he has to.

He pulls out his phone, blinking away the tears. He cusses when he sees that it was 10 am. There was no way he would get to the other side of town in time.

He gets in his car and drives off. He merely pulls over a few minutes before 11:55 to make good his promise.

Meanwhile hours before this incident, on the other side of the town, there was a heart as sulking just the same.

I had not gotten a lick of sleep in anticipation of this moment. I was hunched over on my desk, watching my screen, heart jumping every time the clock blinked with a new number.

"I got the One Eye comment again," a voice huffs as he walks into the office room, "people think they're so smart and original," his voice rises when he continues, "you told me I didn't look ridiculous with this on."

I straighten from where I stood, bent over, then turn to my side, catching the light haired intern, rip off his eye patch and slam it onto his desk. He roughly dusts off his jumper and pants for no reason other than annoyance.

I raise my brows at him and pout, "someone as handsome as you cannot ever look ridiculous, Aemond," I slump back down on my desk. I mutter, half-muffled, "it runs in the family."

Aemond rolls his eye, regretting it with the damned sty in the left one throbbed with pain. He huffs turning to me, pointing a finger, "you need to stop calling my damned brother pretty boy. He's starting to believe it."

I snort as my lips spread into a smile, "that's good; he is."

Aemond walks over to me, sardonic as ever, "historians aren't supposed to distort the truth, professor."

I stand, looking at his angular face, taking in his how the strands of his shoulder length hair, tied in a small bun, framed his sharp cheeks and jaw, how his pouty lips were curved into that of disdain. He was adorable, just like he was as a child when I met him perchance.

"Don't you teach me, kid," I narrow my eyes and purse my lips, "you're one failed review away from repeating the whole term."

Aemond is unfazed as he crosses his arms, "mmm, another term with a certainty to be had under your wing sounds delightful."

I roll my eyes, "Aemond."

Said Aemond's lips curl into a soft smile, enjoying the fact my words backfired on itself.

"We've been through this, my dear," I place my hands on his toned shoulders, "you're nervous about nothing. There's not a reason for you not to get hired here after you've graduated."

He hums again, relaxing against my touch, "and what of the failing mark my beloved teacher threatens to lay upon me?"

I huff as I pull away from him, drawing back my desk chair and plopping down, "you know I don't work like that, pretty boy."

Aemond clenches his jaw, "don't call me that."

I turn to him, resting my elbows on my desk, "why not? I think you're pretty too."

He turns away, thinking about his sty, thinking about how his breath hitched when he first met his beloved teacher, thinking about his brother, Aegon, made you laugh where he made things awkward in your first meeting, "that's the oaf's nickname. I do not want it."

I follow him with my eyes as he storms off, grabbing his eye patch, putting it back on. He then walks back behind me to finish labeling the books stacked there.

"Is it so bad to share a nickname with your brother?" I ask.

"Yes," he quickly blurts. Aemond doesn't waste another moment and grabs a book a lot rougher than normal.

I turn away from him, dejected by his ire. I grab my phone, seeing the time was 11:49. I brace my arms in front of me and lean down, sighing.

I repeat this process over and over and over and over and-

Aemond, who had been witness to it, finally asks, "what are you sighing about?"

"I'm waiting for a call."

"Mmm," he shifts on his place and presses his hand on a book, "is it from the Maester's Association?"

"No."

"Septa's Guild?

"No."

Aemond raises a brow, "they what are you so restless about?"

I check the clock for the nth time, heart leaping when I see it's 11:53. I straighten in my seat and begin to fix my hair. I clear my throat and do some nonsensical sounds to warm up my voice.

Aemond forgets about his task altogether and turns to me. His brows knit and he leans on the table, "who exactly are you waiting to call you, professor?"

I breathe in deeply, checking the time again. 11:54. I cradle my phone in my hand as though it is my lifeline.

"The love of my life."

Aemond straightens up, stiffening and deflating all at once. His face tenses so tightly, the sty irritates him again. For a moment, he is overcome with a bitterness in his throat. He thinks of his brother again-- but that can't be.

He clenches his jaw and relaxes. He thinks about how loosely that term is used when uttered upon his beloved professor's lips. He relaxes completely, releasing a breath. He turns back to his books, calming himself with his breathing.

He wonders out loud, "Alicent?"

Aemond thinks his guess to be right. After all, his cousin, your many times over research partner, had been in Essos for weeks for a riveting symposium. He was perplexed why you hadn't expressed the same enthusiasm in going there, considering the fact there was a dragon skeleton recently unearthed there, apparently Caraxes' no less. He did not buy the fact you weren't interested in the dig site at least, knowing how you were obsessed with his rider, Daemon Targaryen I.

"No, not Ali," I mutter, shaking my head.

Aemond thinks of another one of his professor's research partners besides Alicent.

I mutter softly, "someone else... you don't know him."

Him?

"... well," I chuckle, "I suppose you do."

Aemond is now utterly confused.

My heart nearly stops when my phone clock strikes 11:55.

Aemond once again forgets about his work upon hearing the gasp. He awaits the sound of the phone ringing.

The seconds passing are dreadfully unbearable. I count each and every one of them. By the time I reach 34, I begin to feel bile rise up my throat.

Dear gods, he forgot about me. He forgot about me, and he's not going to call. How silly of him to even promise such a thing. He's probably caught up in doing his princely politicking. Hell, I wouldn't even remember-

I gasp again, dropping the phone when it began to vibrate and ring. I choke on my breath, my hands fumble, my shoulders tense, my mind is racing.

Aemond watches this intently, how the most poised and composed person in his life began to break down like a tower of unglued blocks. He watches as his professor stares blankly at the ringing phone.

"Answer it," he urges, stepping forward once.

His voice wasn't even loud nor demanding, yet I still start at it. I nod my head profusely then scramble for my phone. I quickly gain my wits and answer the call.

I press the screen against my ear, carefully calling, "hello?"

"Hello? Hello! Hi! Hi, my love!"

Daemon sound ecstatic, relieved. My jaw is parts into a smile. I am heaving heavily through my mouth as my stomach swirls and my chest tightens. I grip on my elbow, breathlessly replying, "hi."

"Hi! Hi. Right. I'm pulled over in the side of the highway-"

"What?" I jolt from my seat. Aemond jolts as well. "W-wh-why? Are you hurt? Did something happen? What highway are you on? Should I call-"

"Hush, love," he chuckles, "lykiri," he hushes, calm down in High Valyrain, and continues in the same tongue, "calm down. I am well," he breaks into a soft laugh, "oh, my dear, my darling, I only pulled over to make good on my promise to call you at 11:55."

I release a breath of relief. I relax my shoulders, nodding my head, muttering mostly to myself, "on the dot."

I can almost hear him smile from across the line, "yes, my sweet girl... though a few seconds passed," he chuckles, "I hope you do not fault me for it."

"Never," I lean my head into my hand, releasing shaky breath. My breathing is shallow and my eyes flutter close.

My sweet girl. It was been so long since I heard his voice utter these words. A dam of memories break open and my mind floods with memories of him calling me this; it's all very tender, like an open wound. Tears begin to strain in my eyes and my throat constricts with a tight band of emotion.

"Are you crying?" Aemond mutters lowly that even he doesn't hear it.

"I reckon I'll be there in about 10 minutes, give or take," Daemon sounds guilty when he says this, "I'm sorry to make you wait, my pretty girl, but you can wait a few more minutes for your prince, can't you?"

I shudder out his name, biting my lip tightly for a moment, trying to even out my breath so he doesn't catch the sound of my sobbing, "10 minutes is inconsequential to how long I have been waiting for you."

He takes a moment to respond. I hear him sigh, "I couldn't sleep last night thinking of you either."

"You're the only thing I've ever thought about," I whisper like a secret, afraid to wipe the tears on my cheeks away, in fear of smearing my makeup.

He laughs at the admission. It is smug and self-indulgent, but it is unlike the other times I've heard him laugh conceitedly. At its core, Daemon sounded relieved, he sounded touched.

"I am glad to hear it," he openly affirmed, "I will come to you soon. Nothing will keep us apart."

His words squeeze my heart, my very soul, my being. I mutter softly, "drive safe."

"I will, my love."

My breath hitches. I lick my lips in preparation, but then I stop myself. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say-

"I love you," I sigh.

A beat of silence passes.

Part of me feels foolish when I am met with only ambient noise. I don't regret saying it at all though. I punish my lower lip tightly with a bite that draws out blood, but then I release it in shock when he calls back.

"I love you," he says, "wait for me."

The call ends.

The moment I put my phone down, Aemond is upon me. He gently takes my arm and words my name out carefully. He doesn't say anything else. He seemed not to know what else he could.

I turn to the tall man, one eye covered, strands of silvery hair still haphazardly framing his face. He adjusts his hold on me when I reach out to his arms, gripping the fabric of his jumper, not so much him. He has his hands on both my arms and he looks down at me with concern, speaking my name once more.

I turn away from him, blinking rapidly as it all sinks in, "it's finally happening."

"What is?" Aemond asks, almost helplessly, quite unlike his usually certain demeanor.

I turn back to him, lifting my chin to meet his gaze, releasing my clutch on his top, jumping into him to seal him into a tight embrace. He is taken aback by my sudden haptics, but immediately hugs be back.

"I'm finally going to have him."

"Have," he coaxes slowly as he bends to offer me more stability on my feet, "him?" Aemond voice strains, "who are you talking about?"

"My love," I break away, blinking tears as I look back at Aemond. There is a line of worry on his face, but I could not bring myself to offer him but only a quick caress of his cheeks as comfort and reassurance. I pull away, fanning myself, "dear goodness, I have to get ready."

I dash to my desk, swiping my bag, immediately running toward the bathroom.

Aemond could do nothing but watch and rack his brain trying to make sense of it all. He is so perplexed by it that he thinks of calling his brother for answers. In his lack of better judgement, he dials the contact and his phone begins to ring.

Aegon on the other line barely croaks a tired hello and Aemond is already demanding answers, "you were with her at the Blue Ginger last night, correct?"

There is a moment of silence. There was no need for clarification for Aegon to understand what the seven hells his younger brother was on about.

Daemon arrives at the museum, in his black three piece, black trilby, and dark red shades. He adjusts his glasses. For once in his life is damned annoyed by his unmissably strong presence.

Immediately, this steward walks over to him, her eyes roving all over, brows raised in inquisition. He doesn't let her speak to him, a finger raise is enough to silence her. He states that he had business with a professor and asks where he could find her.

He wastes no more time than necessary, heading off to the direction he was given.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, paying no heed to the people who spot and gawk at him, wondering louder than they should about who exactly he was. He makes his way upstairs and goes down the hall as he was told.

His cool composure is completely destroyed when he sees the person standing at the end.

"Daemon," I mutter sparing not a second's thought as I run over to him, not caring that I was in heels, or in a dress, or even that my perfectly restyled hair was being ruined.

Tears begin to prick at my eyes all over again. After all my talk in front of the mirror not to ruin my redone makeup, I couldn't bring myself to care in this moment.

Daemon strides over to me, quickening into a jog as he removes his hat and sunglasses, sighing heavily as his lips curve into a smile. He outstretches his arms in anticipation.

Aemond, catching the quick blur from the window, stops what he is doing and runs outside.

Quickly, and all at once, I am upon him.

Our chests collide with a thud, our limbs wrap around each other tightly. We bury ourselves into each other's necks, basking in the affection, in the scent of each other, in the warmth.

I cannot help but sob onto him.

He instinctively hushes me, lifting me off my feet as he does, "hush, little one, I am here. I am here. Lykiri."

I pathetically sob into his collar, "I missed you so much."

Daemon tightens his grip on me. He mutters in High Valyrian, "I missed you like I've been waiting a thousand years."

I choke as I brush my nose against him, "2000."

When he tries to pull away, I nearly scream in protest, "please don't pull away! Please."

Daemon sighs and leans down, allowing me to stand on my feet. He was so familiar to me, so much so I recognized his impeding action. I felt him brush his hands down to my waist. I knew exactly what he was going to do. I jump when he bends to grab me, carrying me into his arms. I tightly wrap my legs around his waist and nuzzle against him. Daemon cradles my thighs and nuzzles all the same.

Aemond had seen enough from the end of the hall at this point. He regrets spending his free time doing errands as he waited for his professor. He keeps his gaze on the floor as he quickly makes his way down the hall to leave, somewhere far-- as far as his legs would take him. He is all but ignored as the heavily infatuated couple pass him.

"My office is the last one," I mutter against Daemon's neck, eyes closed, finger tips massaging his scalp.

I open my eyes to check if he got the right room. He did.

A part of me is concerned when I do not see my favorite apprentice. The thought quickly evaporates when I am propped on a desk and hungrily kissed.

I moan on instinct when our lips connect. I readily return his fervor just as hungrily. My heart is thundering in my ribcage as his large hands rub up and down my back. I pull him closer, tightening my legs around him, tugging at the roots of his hair. He moans. Gods I've missed that sound.

I pull away from him when his hands trail down my thighs, attempting to hike my skirt up.

"Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes," I mutter softly, placing my hands atop his.

No, my dragon.

Daemon pulls back and huffs heavily, the heat of his breath brings goosebumps on my skin. He looks down at me, violet eyes blown, lips stained with my lipstick, a predator, made tame only by the call of his mate.

He kneads at my flesh, leaning closer, brushing his nose against mine, "I promise you'll like it," he leans deeper between my legs, "I'll make it quick, so no one sees," he steals a kiss on my lips, "you were made for my eyes only."

I wrap my arms around his torso, leaning into his chest as I shake my head in disagreement, "Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes," I repeat in his mother tongue, continuing all the same, "I don't want to rush you. I want to savor you completely and recount every inch of you."

He curses in the same language, calling out my name like a prayer, He kisses me deeply.

Daemon pulls back to bring his lips on my cheek, my jaw, my neck, then the back of my hand. He rubs my knuckles as he takes me in. I bring one hand to his cheek, in utter disbelief that I had him here with me finally, that he was here, right in front of me.

My spirit leaves me when he gets on his knee and pulls out a box from his pocket.

"Daemon-"

"Never before have I ever felt such feelings for anything, for anyone," Daemon looks up at me with wide violet eyes as he slowly opens the box. I stare at the large emerald cut ruby. It was as red as blood, as clear as day.

He speaks my name, like he burned it into his tongue, like it is the most scared sound in the world, "gaomagon nyke se greatest rigle hen becoming ñuha ābrazȳrys."

My lips part and my chest inflates and deflates.

Do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife.

He didn't even ask.

In the intensity of it all, my quivering lips curve at his words. My nostrils flare in amusement.

How very Daemon of him.

I slide down to my feet and reach out to him. He takes my hand with a hopeful look. My hand lands back on his cheek. He moves to pull the ring out as he grabs the palm on his face. "No, Daemon," is all it takes for him to crumble before me. I push the jewel back in its place and close the box.

Daemon's brows furrow as he watches me pull the wheeled desk chair back and sit there before him.

The prince's eyes and cheeks are wet with tears. The sight is soul destroying.

He clenches his jaw as he places his hands on my thighs, shifting down on both his knees, "why not?" He asks this so helplessly that it strikes a chord in my heart because it sounded so much like his cries, at least the ones that I heard in my last moments before coming back to life, seeing he traded his breath for mine.

I grab his face, shaking my head as I lean towards him, "I am yours, Daemon.; before you were even born, I was yours. Nothing in this world, old or new, will ever change that."

"Then why would you," he heaves a moment to catch his breath, hanging his head low, "deny me this?"

"Daemon, look at me," I call, lifting his head up, "this magic between us," I speak carefully, "this will never change. My heart has broken a million times, but you have remained my beacon of light.

His face scrunches, he shakes his head. I can tell there is a veil of confusion covering his mind and yet he is trying to understand.

I cup his cheeks, "that may not have changed, but the world has. I do not wish to cause you strife where strife should not be welcome. The world is looking at you now, more than ever before."

He clenches his jaw, "I don't fucking care how many worlds watch me while I shit," his nostrils flare, "I want you, I need you, I l-"

He looks physically pained when he stops himself from continuing.

"Daemon," I uttered, "tell me, what did Viserys say about this?"

Daemon recoils. A shiver runs down his spine as his face hardens with betrayal. His hands grip my wrists tightly, "it nary matters what my brother thinks-- he doesn't think, he only tells me what to do."

"My love," I frown, "the king only acts the way he does in his care for you."

"You know NOTHING of my brother!" he snarls, face reddening in rage, shoving my hands off him, "do not come to me all sage about him."

I withdraw from him, straightening in my chair, sighing as I place my hands on my lap, "you can bare your teeth at me all you want, but your fangs are cannot pierce me. You are a toothless babe in my eyes."

Daemon's cheeks twitches. His breath struggles. He drops the box on the floor with little care. I internally cringe at the sound of it.

"Daemon," I huff, "I know you only want the approval of your brother," I add, lowering my head to him, "I know it hurt you when he forbade you to go through with your plan."

He looks away, tears steaking his cheeks. He levels his breathing. He releases his tension and sinks on his knees. He doesn't look at me when he pulls me close to him by my calves and drops his head on my thighs. I feel dampness pool on my clothes. I begin to comb through his blonde hair. He grabs at my skirt helplessly, "he thinks me a fool, the king... a puppet, desperately in need of a puppet master."

"You know that's not true," I respond in High Valyrian.

"How do you know!?" Daemon lifts his head, hands taking mine tightly. His voice is shrill, it's defensive and challenging. And yet he repeats the same words, "how do you know?" voice soft, wondering and desperate.

I rub his wrist with my thumbs, "it will take more than my lunch break for me to explain it."

Daemon straightens up, immediately concerned, "no. No, you cannot leave me. You cannot make me leave. I-"

"I'm not leaving you," I grasp him tightly, "and I will never make you leave," I continue in High Valyrian, "no one said anything about leaving."

Daemon clenches his jaw, he shifts his hands in mine, linking our fingers together. He desperately adds in his mother tongue, "I will die if you do not become my bride."

I cannot help the chuckle that leaves me when I hear his words. I tighten my grip on him, then feel a foreign object on his pinkie. I turn to his hand and see the iron ring on it. My breath hitches. It is the exact same ring he had before. What a marvel that it's intact after millennia.

I pull away my hands. Daemon starts, not liking the idea of losing contact. His settles slightly when gaze turns to where mine was and he sees me pull the ring off his finger.

"Hen lantoti ānogar, v sȳndroti vāedroma," I start, slipping the ancient piece of jewelry bearing his family's sigil on my ring finger, "mēro perzot gīhoti, elēdroma iārza sīr," I look up to him, "izulī ampā perzī,--"

"--prūmī lanti sēteksi, hen jenȳ māzīlarion," Daemon joins, expression perking, "qēlossa ozūndesi, sȳndroro ōñō jēdo," he brings his hands to my cheeks and leans his head against mine, "rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi."

Blood of two, joined as one, ghostly flame, and song of shadows, two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires, a future promised in glass, the stars stand witness, the vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.

I gasp when Daemon's lips crashes into mine. His hands dart down to my hind, pulling me close to him, trapping his body between my legs once more.

We only break away in desperation for air.

"We are wed," I mutter, pressing another kiss upon his, "here and now I am your bride and you are my groom. We are wed. The gods are our witnesses." I brush my nose against his, closing my eyes, "the wedding can wait, but from now on you are mine."

"Mine," he repeats, lips curving upward, "my bride," Daemon brushes my hair back, "I would die if I ever witness your pretty finger naked of my ring." He takes my ring clad hand, kissing the skin at the back.

"Please," I shake my head, "stop with that talk," I mutter, brows furrowing, "I forbid you from doing anything that would ever lead you to death. I will not know what to do with myself if I lose you all-"

I am cut off when Daemon crushes me into a tight embrace. I relax against him, tightening my arms around him.

"You will not escape me," Daemon mutters, sinking his face in the crook of my neck, "you will never evade me. I will be your air, your ground, your thoughts, your dreams."

My stomach is in a flurry. My head is swimming in everything that is him.

"My love," he sighs, "my wife," he finishes his thoughts in High Valyrian, "there would be no world worth living if I do not have you."

I cannot help the tears that fall onto his neck. I kiss his skin and sigh in content, "I am so happy that you found me, my dragon."

"As am I," he hums, "and I will never lose you ever again."

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Can I Move In? // modern!Aemond x Aegon'sBFF!reader

Summary: You and Aegon have been best friends since gods know when. Aemond's always in the background but you've always taken note of him. Maybe moving in with the brothers wouldn't be half bad.

CW: afab reader, second hand embarrassment, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, Aegon being chaotic af, no beta

A/N: This is absolutely so self indulgent. It's just a fun fic. I love the dynamic between Aegon and reader here. What a chaotic duo.

Out of all the Targaryen siblings, the most chaotic and impulsive one was your best friend. You and Aegon were as thick as thieves, pulling off pranks on teachers, doing stupid dares, and living life to the most exciting way you can. You were always bold, never caring about whatever anyone thought about you, calling people out on their bullshit, and being unapologetically you. That's part of what made you and Aegon such wonderful friends. You two thrived on having fun and it was complete joy when you got into the same university. The only downside was that Aegon's little brother, Aemond, got in as well a year later, and moved in with Aegon.

According to Aemond, you guys had too much energy. Unlike Aegon, Aemond preferred the quiet and peaceful kind of atmosphere. With you and Aegon around, however, that kind of atmosphere was non-existent.

"YOU CHEATED!" Aegon yelled across the apartment.

You laughed maniacally as you sprinted into the kitchen. "Oh, get the fuck over yourself!"

Aemond groaned and dropped his head on the counter. The day had barely started and yet he was already at his peak tolerance for you and Aegon."Do you two really have to do this now?" He grumbled.

You skidded to a stop on the other side of the counter and forgot about running away from Aegon. "Why? Is something wrong?" You gave him a smirk. "Get that stick out of your ass and lighten up, Aemond. Besides, it's Saturday. You don't need to be all up in your classwork right now. Chill, dude."

"There wouldn't be a stick if you and Aegon were a little less annoying."

"Awwww, did you hear that, Aeg? He thinks we're annoying." You felt a yank on your hair and turned around to see Aegon smirking. "Fucking hell dude, you didn't have to pull that hard," you grunted.

"That's what you get for cheating in Mario Kart," Aegon countered. He stuck his tongue out at you before he looked at his annoyed brother and rolled his eyes. "He's always annoyed with us. But I think I know a way to make him even more miserable," he suggested with a knowing look.

Aegon's been lowkey coming onto you for years now. He didn't miss the way you've matured. He's always been a tits and ass guy and considered himself lucky for being able to be physically close to you.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend knowing full well he's been trying to get into your pants. "Aeg, no is no but I applaud your effort," you laugh.

Despite being so close to Aegon, you could never see yourself sleeping with him. Aemond, however? He could be an ass but you'd be a fool to ignore how absolutely fine he is. His silver-blond hair was almost always tied up in a bun with a few strands falling down here and there. The dress shirts he wore to classes had the top two buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. What made him hotter? His violet eye paired with a stunning blue fake one.

If Aemond wasn't Aegon's brother you'd be head over heels for him. His stuck up preppy attitude was annoying but you knew it was only because he focused so much on his classwork, something he wanted to excel in and make a future of. His loyalty to the family business was strong and you could tell that it bled to his dedication to his family. You'd be lying if you said that kind of dedication didn't turn you on. And truly, the times you've seen him relaxed and having fun have been beautiful. Aemond was truly beautiful and hot and you wanted more of him but figured it was best to play the annoying best friend of his brother.

Aemond let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his eyes. "Can you two take this somewhere else? I have work to do."

"Well, maybe if you didn't do your work in a communal area that wouldn't be a problem. But fine, I guess Aeg and I can go somewhere else." You grabbed Aegon's hand and took him to his room to continue playing Mario Kart.

~~~

Aegon flopped down on the small couch. "I don't know how I've managed to live with him. He's always been an ass."

You landed next to Aegon and picked up a Switch controller. "You've been able to live with him because you're his brother and you have me as your best friend, Aeg. It's literally that simple," you grinned. "I'm here all the time so I might as well be living with you."

The Nintendo Switch started up and you clicked through to get to the home screen of Mario Kart.

Mario Kaaart eight! Let'sa Goooooo!!! Yahoo!

"Okay, so are you telling me that if you just moved in here permanently everything would be great and Aemond wouldn't have his head up his ass?" Aegon clicked through the characters and landed on Bowser on a bike.

"Of course, Aeg. The only way for it to work was to get Aemond to be okay with it since he, you know, pays for most of this, like the rent, electricity, WiFi, water. All of it, really." you explained.

“Hey, I pay the phone bill!”

“Congrats, you pay one thing.”

The two of you took your time picking out your characters even though you both had your go-to ones. But really both of you were stalling for time.

“You know, Aemond actually isn't bad when you're here. He's still an asshole but he's outside more and not holed up in his room,” Aegon shared.

You ignored the new information Aegon revealed and continued to pick your character. In the end you chose Isabelle from Animal Crossing.

Aegon's eyes darted to your side of the screen. "Isabelle? Really? She's not even part of the Mario universe!"

You rolled your eyes at his Mario purity talk. "Isabelle is the queen of everything and she'll fuck you up, I promise."

"Whatever, let's get this going."

After two rounds, Mushroom Gorge and Moo Moo Meadows, Aegon pressed pause.

"Aeg, what the fuck? I was beating your ass!" you complained. You put the controller down before you started smacking him repeatedly.

"Okay, hear me out. I just had an idea," Aegon grunted as he replaced his switch controller with a pillow to defend himself. "Bunny! Kitten!" he pushed himself lower into the couch.

"Dude, I was gonna win and you pressed pause!" You stopped hitting him and fell back into your spot and pouted at him. "And never call me those names again, too weird." A few beats of silence passed as Aegon recovered from his Mario Kart beating. You looked at him expectantly, "what's this idea that was so important?"

Aegon let out a big sigh, "Please don't hate me, but maybe if you could convince Aemond, he'd let you move in?"

"I understand that logic but… I don't see what you want me to do about it." You hoped he wasn't going to suggest something you'd never do: seduce Aemond.

"Get on his friendly side. I know it's gonna be hard and it's super vague but that's all I got."

"Oh, thank the fucking gods," you released a breath.

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "'Thank the fucking gods?' What did you think I was going to say?"

Heat rushed to your face and you immediately dropped your head in an attempt to hide. You really didn't want to tell Aegon what you thought he was suggesting.

"Come on, kitten. It can't be that bad," he commented.

"I'm gonna fucking stab you," you mumbled.

Aegon scoffed before reaching for his controller. You took the opportunity to settle yourself and reach for yours to start up again.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can choose the course."

You gave him a smile. "Thanks, Aeg. Bowser's Castle so I can rip you a new one."

"Whatever you say, boss. You still gotta tell me what you were saying earlier." He clicked on Bowser's Castle.

Throughout the race you two were neck and neck, constantly trading first and second place. Aegon kept taunting you and pointing out your mistakes and bad turns. You would do the same but he wasn't struggling as much as you were.

"Uh oh, Isabelle, looks like I'm gonna pull a win this time!"

You rolled your eyes at him the best you could while still paying attention to the screen. He was right, he was gonna win and you'd never hear the end of it. Until you decided to drop what you thought earlier timed perfectly with a red shell.

"By the way," you started with a red shell in clutch, "I thought you were going to tell me to fuck Aemond." Red shell released.

"I'm sorry, what?" Aegon immediately turned to you, unwisely forgetting the game. Bowser got hit by the red shell, flipped, and Isabelle took the lead and crossed the finish line.

Securing your third win, you hopped up on the couch and let out an ungodly "I WON, BITCH!"

Aegon, however, was still recovering from your little comment to be upset about your sneaky Mario Kart tactic. "You thought I wanted you to seduce my brother so he'd let you move in?"

Coming down from your high you sat back down.

"And you were embarrassed by it?"

You felt a blush beginning to form. "Yeah, I mean it kinda caught me off guard. My mind just went to the worst case scenario, you know?" You let out a light laugh.

Aegon stared at you. You being flustered was not something that happened frequently. Or at all.

"Oh gods, don't tell me." He pushed down a laugh. He took you by the shoulders to turn towards him. "There's no way. Holy shit." Aegon let out a small laugh this time. "My best friend, my chaotic partner in crime, has a fucking crush on my pain in the ass brother, Aemond?!" He howled with laughter as he let go of your shoulders and toppled back on the couch.

Color was most definitely covering your face now. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon. It's not my fault you Targaryens are attractive," you defended.

Aegon crossed his arms. "Oh, so you think all us Targaryens are attractive? What about me, bunny?" His puppy dog eyes were fixed on you.

"First off, knock off the puppy look. Second, we both know that you just want a quick fuck and that could be really weird for us. Third, keep calling me weird ass pet names and I will absolutely fucking tear you apart."

"You'd tear me apart? Hm, maybe I'll keep doing it then." He laughed and knocked your shoulder with his while you scrunched your nose in disgust. "Okay, fine, I'll stop. Still boosts my ego to know you find me attractive though."

"Great, just what I wanted to do," you rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. "So, all I need to do is be friendly with Aemond, right?"

"Yeah, you could that. Or you can try to seduce him and maybe even fuck him," Aegon wiggled his eyebrows.

You gave a huff. "Fine. I'll do it, but what happens happens. As in I'm not telling you what I plan on doing."

"That's fine by me, just don't be too weird." He gave you a wink. "One last race to finish it out and then you can start your seduction on my brother."

"Fine. And don't call it that."

"Oh, and it's my pick now so I choose, drum roll please," he rolled his tongue and banged on the table. "Rainbow Road!"

The last race was not as successful for either of you. Bowser and Isabelle were constantly going off the sides. Terrible turns, very unlucky power ups, getting hit by bullet bills. It was a train wreck. Finally, you two finished the race.

You were the first to talk. "Well, that was shit," you laughed.

"At least we both placed overall," Aegon added.

You both put away the controllers before you strided over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer for yourself and him.

"What's your plan to take Aemond's heart?" Aegon asked as he cracked open a cold one.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "That's for me to know and for you to maybe find out."

~~~~~~~

You gave it two hours before putting your plan into motion. Granted, you didn't really have a plan but you were always an improv girl. Aegon was back at his PC setup playing something call Balder's Gate 3. It was something about finding a group of people to travel the world and kill a bunch of creatures, or something like that.

You went to the mirror to primp yourself for Aemond. That meant changing clothes to something slightly more revealing, doing your hair a bit, and applying some light makeup.

You walked up to Aegon and gave him a little twirl. "Do I look seductive enough?"

His mouth dropped as he took you in. "All this time you kept those kinds of clothes in here and you never told me?"

You were wearing a low cut v neck blouse paired with a short, fluttery, floral skirt that gave a wonderful view of your ass if you bent down correctly. It emphasized your assets, your tits and ass.

"Well, yeah. They're emergency date clothes. I have other stuff here but I figured this would be better."

"Damn straight it's better." He was practically drooling.

"Close your mouth and go work on fucking that green chick in your game."

"Excuse you, her name is Lae'zel."

"Cool, bud. I'm gonna head out, wish me luck."

"Just don't be too loud, I can still hear things from my room."

You rolled your eyes at his comment and headed out the door. Right before you opened it to leave Aegon decided to yell.

"BYE, BUDDY, HOPE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER!"

You made a point to flip him off before slamming the door shut and making your way to the living room.

Unsurprisingly, Aemond was still at the kitchen counter working on his most recent project. The only difference is that there was now an empty coffee mug next to him. You didn't want to reveal yourself to him just yet so you leaned on the wall and watched him work.

You were immediately drawn to his hands, typing with precision and speed. You've always loved the way he worked. With his head bowed slightly to be closer to the screen and the hard concentration in his eyes it was no surprise he caught your eye. You've tried to make your advances known, granted in very subtle ways so Aegon wouldn't have any blackmail information, but they all seemed to have failed. This time would be different, though. This time you were actually committed to going through with this. Aemond was going to notice you whether he liked it or not.

He rarely let anything take his focus away but you wanted to be the person who does. Straightening your clothes you walked past him, hiking up your skirt just the smallest amount. You leaned over the counter so your blouse dropped the tiniest bit.

“Hey, Aemond,” you said in your sweetest voice.

He didn't look up.

“I'm really sorry about me and Aegon being loud. Mario Kart is competitive and brings out the worst in us.”

The apology Aemond lifted his eye to you. He was obviously still very annoyed but his interest has been piqued. He hummed in response.

“Aemond, I said I'm sorry. Please say something?” You gave him an obviously forced pouty face.

“You're apologizing for being too loud? You've been too loud here for years and just now you're saying sorry?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, sure, I accept.” He went back to his work.

“That's it?” You straightened up, completely forgetting about the seduction mission, and popped your hand on your hip “‘I accept’? That's the best you can do?” Aemond was being an ass.

“What do you mean? What do you want me to say?” he shrugged.

“I want you to say ‘thank you for the apology, maybe we should start over’.”

“Start over? There's nothing to start over. You've been Aegon's best friend for years and I'm the annoying younger brother.”

You could hear a tint of bitterness in his words. Aemond was always there but he was right, he was just the annoying younger brother that you ignored. You never did anything with him. Until now.

Aemond began to get up and gather his things but you stopped him.

“What if I want to start over, what if I want to get to know you or something?”

He looked at you with curiosity but the look was gone as soon as it appeared.

Aemond took three strides to go around the island to face you. He trapped you between him and the counter and leaned forward so that you two were just a breath away. His breath was warm on your lips when he spoke.

“Then do it.” He released you and walked away, gathering the rest of his things, and left for his room.

You stood there confused as to what just happened. You were supposed to seduce him, not be challenged by him. Granted, it did make you a little excited but it was not what you expected. You knew that seducing him would take more than one try but that didn't look like the case. It seemed like your initial plan had taken a turn to actually get to know him.

You walked back to Aegon’s room only to find his face on his keyboard.

“Um, Aegon, you okay, bud?”

He mumbled his response to his keyboard.

“I didn't quite hear that,” you said as you moved to sit on his bed.

Aegon lifted up his head and instead of responding he screamed.

“Gods, Aegon! What was that?!”

“I died! My whole party fucking died and my last save was like an hour ago!” He covered his face with his hands.

“I'm sure you're going to be fine.” You started to strip to change to your regular clothes.

“No, I'm not! I have to level up again, get to Last Light Inn without my party getting cursed and -” he stopped when he turned to face you. “You're naked.”

“I'm not naked, Aeg. I still have my bra on,” you said as you pulled your joggers on. “Besides, it doesn't matter. I've changed clothes in front of you before, this isn't weird.” You pulled on your sweatshirt.

“I mean I'm never opposed to you changing when I'm around, I was just in the middle of telling you something very important and your incredibly attractive self distracted me.”

“Not my fault you find me attractive, Aeg,” you winked. “You were saying something about having to level up again?” You sat down on the bed.

“Yeah, stuff like that,” he waved it off. “I need you to tell me how it went in the kitchen. I didn't hear any yelling, but you're in my room and not his.”

“Why would I be in his room?”

“You know, fucking him? Like the plan?”

“I never said the plan was to fuck him, I never even told you my plan.”

“Sure, sure.”

You rolled your eyes at his dismissal.

“I think I need to revise the plan,” you thought out loud.

“Really? I couldn't tell with the lack of you being in Aemond's room,” Aegon said while he rebooted the game.

“Oh, shut up I'm gonna tell you stuff.” You took a deep breath. “I told him I wanted to start over, like maybe become friends but he basically said he wouldn't unless I put in the effort, which makes sense, but it caught me off guard. He never even looked at my tits or ass.”

There was a beat of silence before Aegon urged you to continue.

“His exact words were ‘then do it.’”

Aegon's eyes widened. “Oh shit, he's serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he's actually giving you a chance to get close to him.”

You flopped backwards on the bed letting Aegon's words wash over you. Aemond was willing to have some kind of friendship or relationship and that itself was big. You always knew him to be standoffish, preferring to be by himself instead of around others but you were wondering now if it was just because he was scared.

“Ever since our nephew took his eye he's been alone, you know?” Aegon said in the silence.

You knew the whole relationship between them and their nephews was a complicated one. It was already odd with them being so close in age and then their family drama on top of that made it rough. There was enough of that before the accident.

“Aemond still holds it against him, hell I do, too. But he really got the bad end of it. His whole life turned miserable thanks to one stupid kid,” he continued.

You could hear the strain in Aegon’s voice. Even for him the accident was hard to talk about. The thought of losing an eye now freaked you out but losing an eye as a kid? That was unimaginable.

“So Aemond's just lonely?” You asked.

“That's one way to put it. He thinks he's an outcast. Never thought anyone would want him in any way. I mean there was that one chick that fucked him over real good. That relationship made him close up even more; unhealthy in all ways and that's coming from me. We didn't even know about it until it ended. Hell, he closed himself off to me, Helaena, and our mom.”

“I never pegged you and Aemond as being the closest of brothers, Aeg.”

“We know that we're all that we have. Me, Aemond, and Helaena. We don't take that lightly.”

“You guys have me; you know that.”

“I know, but it's different.”

Silence fell upon you two again as your mind wandered back to Aemond. Apparently he's already been in a relationship but it fucked him over so badly that he pulled away from his family? That sounded like too much. Aemond was never really willing to put himself out there but he went for a relationship anyway? A secret one? You wouldn't be surprised if he was still hurting, no matter how long ago it was.

Taking a deep breath you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. “I think I'm just gonna try to include him more. That'd make him happy, right?”

“You can try but it'll take him a while. Your goal, sorry, our goal, is gonna be a while. As long as he doesn't have that stick up his ass all the time I'm chill with that.”

You nodded your head out of habit, even if Aegon couldn't see it.

“Can I crash here tonight? You dumped a lot of info on me and I don't really want to move anymore.”

“‘Course,” Aegon paused and you heard his smile in his next word. “Bunny.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him. “I know it's early but I'm gonna crash right now anyway. Or at least settle down.”

“You do you, I'm playing my game.”

You chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on Aegon’s couch. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the night so everything was fine. Everything except your racing thoughts. All you could think about was Aemond. You never thought he'd have all this sadness inside him but you just learned that there was. You turned over to hug one of the extra pillows and held it close as you sleep took you.

~~~~

You woke up the next morning to Aegon's snoring feeling. As you stretched your arms out you couldn't help but think about your next steps. After a few minutes of thinking you decided there would be no next steps, at least not official, planned out stept. You'd take it naturally, no rush. You quietly got up, making sure not to wake Aegon, as you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were expecting Aemond to be there, knowing he was an early riser, and part of you was excited but the other was apprehensive. Either way you steeled your nerves and walked in.

The smell of coffee and fresh bread engulfed you, making your mouth salivate and your stomach growl.

“Morning,” came a lazy drawl.

It was Aemond. He was already working on his laptop on the kitchen island.

“Morning, Aemond.”

He looked up in surprise. “Oh, it's you. Thought you went home after yesterday.”

“I thought about it but I was really tired and didn't feel like putting in the energy to go back.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgement before going back to his work. He had a rugged look to him, despite being up and awake. After yesterday, there was more of a pull towards him than usual. You always found Aemond attractive, even when he was working. This morning was no different. His hair was in a messy bun with strands loose around his face.

Though he wasn't looking, you gave him an awkward tight-lipped smile and nodded your head as you went to pour your coffee. No words were exchanged between you two. All that could be heard was Aemond's typing and the occasional click of a mug being set on the island. You leaned on the counter across from him and held your mug, taking in the warmth. It calmed you, letting you settle down before breaking the silence.

“So, what's your plans today, Aemond?” You asked him.

“Just working, as usual,” he said without looking up. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking we could hang out or something?”

Aemond straightened up to look at you. “You want to hang out? Don't you need to spend time with Aegon?”

“I don't have to spend time with him, I choose to. And now I'm asking you if you want to.”

He cocked his head in curiosity.

You took a few steps closer so you were right on the other side of the island. You locked eyes with him and leaned over. “Look, you told me if I wanted a friendship with you then I'd have to step up and do it. This is me doing it.” You stepped back to the counter as if nothing happened. “If it makes you feel better it can be the three of us hanging out,” you shrugged.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Yeah - I mean no - I mean no Aegon. We can chill. I still have to finish up some work so maybe in a few hours?”

“Yeah, I'll tell Aeg I'll be avoiding him today.” You give him a small smirk before turning on your heel and heading back to Aegon's room.

Just as expected, Aegon was still asleep. You didn't wake him, there was no rush. Aemond still had work to do and you had to sort through your…feelings. It was a quick exchange with Aemond but it was a little more intense than you expected. You didn't even realize how hard you were gripping your mug until you got back to Aegon’s room. Last night all you could think of was how close Aemond was to you when he leaned in. You could have pulled him into a kiss right then and there if you were thinking enough at the time but Aemond caused your brain to short circuit.

Chugging the rest of the coffee, you sat down on the couch and pulled up Animal Crossing on the Switch. You figured a little relaxing time with your island, The Red Keep, would do you some good.

After about an hour of Animal Crossing, Aegon finally woke up.

“So progress has been made,” you began as Aegon slowly made his way out of bed. “I’m hanging out with Aemond today.”

Aegon looked at you with sleepy eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. I offered to invite you if it made him feel a little better so it wouldn't be too awkward but he didn't want you dampening the mood.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Anyway, I think we're just gonna hang out here. If he wants to go out I guess we will but I don't know where.”

“Look at you, going on a date with Aemond and being clueless. Ugh, you two are gonna be so cute,” he mocked.

You flipped him off as you got up and pulled out some extra clothes; black ripped jeans, a black crop top, and a dark red leather jacket paired off with your combat boots.

“So, how'd I look?” You asked Aegon.

“You look normal to me,” he shrugged. “Definitely the same vibes as Aemond. Don't get me wrong, he can be preppy as fuck, but the dude has a lot of punkish stuff.”

“I mean, I guess I've noticed it.” You thought about all the times Aemond wore his black leather jacket and how damn attractive he looked.

“Uh huh, sure,” he waved you off. “But now that I think about it, you two are kinda the same. You're way more fun than him. You have the same drive, even though you try to hide it but I get it, you have a reputation to protect as the troublemaker’s best friend.” He winked at you before turning back to his PC. “Anyway, I’m gonna spend the day finishing off the Thorm siblings so you have fun.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you gave him a small smile. His dedication to his video games would always be something that you found endearing. Not only that, but he's always been a good friend to you and knew you the best. With that, you left Aegon’s room and headed to the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, Aemond was already there with no laptop or book nearby. He let his hair down for the day and, like you, was dressed in all black but without a pop of color. Absolutely hot as hell.

Shaking off your thoughts, you approached him. “I see we’re both dressed for a funeral. Maybe we’ll spend the day at a cemetery?” you joked.

Aemond looked at you with a bored face. “That's all you have? A cemetery joke?”

“Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the mood.” You bumped his shoulder against his. Looking up at him you could see the ghost of a smile. “Wanna go anywhere or just hang here?”

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “There's actually a place I want to check out. It's this ice cream shop called Winterfell and I've heard some nice things about it.”

“An ice cream shop?” You were taken back by his choice but was excited nonetheless. “Sure! We'll bring some back to Hel and Aeg if we can.”

“Yeah, cool.” A true smile, though small, graced his features.

“It's actually not that far of a walk if you don't mind it. I know it's a bit cold but it's not freezing.”

“I could use some fresh air so walking is fine by me.”

Aemond began to walk towards the front door but abruptly stopped. You bumped into him, losing your balance.. He turned around to catch you and you found yourself looking into his eyes. He smiled at you with a bundle of emotions but you couldn't figure out which ones. It was a mix of them; happiness, relief, thankfulness, kindness, excitement.

“Thanks for catching me. Guess I should be paying more attention, huh?” You laughed it off quietly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he whispered back.

His eyes never left yours and for a brief moment it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

Aemond coughed, breaking the silence and quickly removed his hands from you and opened the door.

“Ladies first, as always.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

He blushed at the comment and turned away to hide it but you didn't miss it. You smiled to yourself, proud of making him flustered.

A gust of wind welcomed you as you stepped out of the doorway. For most, the chill would cause them to curl inwards but you embraced it. The wind wasn't sharp and uncomfortable but rather welcoming like a gulp of refreshing water.

You stood there for a moment basking in the wind when you heard the door lock behind you and appeared by your side. Aemond's hands were buried deep in his pockets as if trying to keep them away from you. He held himself close, tight as a board. The two of you walked together in a comfortable silence. Soon the weather became colder and you ended up gravitating towards each other in a search for warmth.

“So, ice cream? You still want that?” You asked him, breaking the silence.

“Already made it this far, might as well keep going,” he smirked. “They have other stuff if you're too cold for ice cream.”

“I'm never too cold for ice cream,” you proclaimed, only to be cut off by a gust of wind that caused your teeth to clatter.

You tucked your hands in as much as you could and found yourself bumping into him. Aemond bumped you back playfully, a small smile gracing his lips. When you looked at him after being bumped back for the third time you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was when he would smile. It was as though the weight of the world left his shoulders; there was a kind of peacefulness to him.

You bumped him back again but when he retaliated you weren't prepared. He hit you slightly harder than before. Losing your balance, you found yourself heading towards the sidewalk. You couldn't get your hands out of your pockets quick enough so you mentally prepared for your face to smack the ground. Right as you closed your eyes to brace the fall, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Hands still awkwardly in your pockets, you twisted your neck to look at your savior, Aemond.

“Sorry about that.” He coughed to break the awkwardness as he steadied you back on your feet.

“Don't worry, it was just me falling for you,” you joked.

You tried to laugh it off, even pulling your hands out of your pockets to playfully hit his chest, but even you sounded unconvincing. Your laughter died as you noticed some more color on Aemond's cheeks.

“I mean, you know,” you stuttered, “it was more of me falling because of you but that's just semantics.” You laughed a bit more. “For, because, does it really matter?”

Aemond simply looked at you with wide eyes as he still held onto you tight.

You looked down, just realizing that he still had you in his arms, but made no love to leave. Even in the cold and through his leather jacket you could feel his warmth on your hands. There was that pull towards him again, wanting to bring him closer to you, to be closer.

Once again the two of you were simply caught up in one another, content with just being there. It wasn't until Aemond broke eye contact and looked around briefly that the moment ended.

“I think we're here,” he whispered.

You slowly removed your hands from his chest and moved out of his embrace to look around. On the roof of a cozy brick building was an image of a wolf eating ice cream on top of the name of the shop, Winterfell. The rim of the roof was lined with icicle shaped lights, giving it a permanent winter vibe.

Upon entering the shop, the two of you were welcomed by the sweet smells of vanilla and waffle cones. The simple scents brought a warmth that flooded your very being. On one side of the room was a grand display of ice cream and other desserts. The other side had cozy booths for customers to hang out and enjoy their treats. Looking up at Aemond you could tell that he found a sort of comfort as well. A content smile graced his face as he took it all in.

“Hey! Welcome to Winterfell, where it's always winter here!” Boomed voice from the cash register. He was scruffy but had a jolly face. “All of our ice cream is right up here, and we have a lot, so take your time!”

Together you went up to the display of colorful ice cream. You made sure to examine each flavor carefully, focusing on the labels that said what was in each ice cream. Out of all the flavors you finally landed on a s'mores flavored one; vanilla ice cream with marshmallow fluff, chocolate chips, and Graham crackers bits. After you paid for your waffle bowl you turned towards the booths only to find Aemond already halfway done with his vanilla bean waffle bowl. You were so enthralled by the ice cream picking process that you didn't even realize that Aemond had his five minutes ago.

“Why didn't you tell me you already picked yours?” You asked as you settled into the seat opposite of him. “If I had known you were already eating I would've sped up my process.”

“You seemed very invested, I didn't want to interrupt,” he said seriously. He held your stare for a beat before breaking into a smile. “Really, it's okay.”

“But now I have to rush so you don't sit here waiting for me.” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“It's okay, we can chill here.”

You snorted at the pun. “Heh, chill.”

Aemond rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his ice cream. “I've been wanting to ask,” he started. “Why the sudden ‘let’s hang out’ and ‘let’s start over?’”

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know you. You've constantly been around my life and I figured it would be cool to invite you in a little more,” you shrugged. “Okay, that and Aegon thought if we got closer you'd be less of an ass.”

“That sounds about right for Aegon. But, um, thanks for reaching out to me a bit.”

You could tell Aemond was uncomfortable but thankful all the same. He never really had any friends, never had anyone to do these kinds of things with so this was all kind of new to him.

You reached over the table to place your hand on top of his. “We’re friends, Aemond.”

“Yeah, friends.”

~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you and Aemond grew closer and closer. On days when Aegon was too busy with Baldur's Gate 3 - he kept making new saves - you would hang out with Aemond. Some days it was walking to Winterfell, sometimes he would help you study, and other times it would just be you two in the same room doing your own thing but enjoying the presence of the other. Looks were shared between you two that some would consider longing or loving but neither of your acted on them. There were stolen moments of peace every time you hung out with him. Subtle touches that could be interpreted as something more. But the first time you kissed his cheek is when everything began snowball into something more.

You were struggling in a philosophy class at uni and it was showing. Not only was your grade falling but your attitude wasn't the best because you were having shit grades.

Sitting at the kitchen island you smushed your face against your textbook and groaned. “This is impossible!”

“Aw, come on, kitten, it can't be that bad,” Aemond said as he walked in. He held a mug full of hot chocolate and set it down next to you.

“Don't ask me why, but you calling me kitten is nowhere near as terrible as Aegon calling me that.”

“It's because I'm special,” he winked.

You lifted your head off your book and looked at Aemond with those puppy dog eyes you pull off so well.

“Help me, please?” You pouted.

“No need for the look, of course I'll help you.”

Aemond pulled up a chair and sat next to you. You loved it when he was this close and was glad you had the excuse of a philosophy class problem to be with him. You never forgot the plan you had with Aegon but it stopped being that and turned into a genuine desire for friendship, and more, with Aemond. There was no more end goal to move in, just a goal to stay in their life as long as possible. But moving in would be a great perk as well.

Aemond's hair cascaded down his back. When he leaned forward to get a closer look at the book and your work it fell just past his face. You couldn't help but smile at the focus he had on your work. He always took classwork seriously, even if it wasn't his. Even with his hair blocking your view you could see the intensity in his eye.

“Your problem is your reasoning right here.” Aemond circled a sentence with the cursor. “You're playing into a false dilemma fallacy that anyone, if they're paying close attention, can debunk in a minute. Just because these are the most obvious results doesn't mean they're the only ones. There are more answers and you can find them but you have to look. Using the false dilemma fallacy makes your reader, your professor, feel childish. Of course the outcome isn't obvious but it isn't just these two options, either.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I'm just exhausted right now.” You reached for the mug of hot chocolate. “I've been working on classwork for the last few hours and I'm spent. Not all of us are like you, Aemond.”

“It's a skill that can be learned; you'll get there, kitten.”

“Thanks, Aems. You should go so I can focus.”

“Wow, didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, kitten. Kinda makes me want to stay.” A mischievous smile graced his lips as he leaned forward.

You leaned forward to meet him, drawn in by his stupid, yet attractive, smirk. Aemond’s eye darted to your mouth before meeting your eyes. He was giving you an out but you didn't want it. You've wanted him, always wanted him, and now was your chance. You were about to close the distance when you panicked at the last second and moved to kiss his cheek instead.

You pulled back as soon as you could and stuck your head in your work and coughed. “Didn't know you could be as much of a flirt as Aegon,” you laughed awkwardly.

Aemond stepped back, embarrassed. “Yeah, I, um…yeah. I'll leave you to your work then come back and check on you, yeah?”

He left without waiting for a response. When you heard his door close you released your breath.

You and Aemond almost kissed. Almost. But you freaked out and moved to kiss his cheek instead. It was so close, something you've been dreaming about for years, even though you wouldn't admit it, almost happened. Running your hands through your hair you made a plan. It was a stupid plan but it was a plan nonetheless. You'd get Aemond, or at least you'd tell him how you feel. It would just have to be in your style.

~~~~~~

“Hey, wanna have a go at Mario Kart?” You asked him. Today was a relaxing one. You, Aemond, and Aegon were all together in the living room doing your own thing but you were getting restless.

“Mario Kart?” Aemond raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. “You and Aegon turn into complete maniacs.”

You pulled out his nickname. “Aw, come on, Aems!”

“Yeah, Aems,” Aegon snickered.

“Oh, shut up, Aeggy,” Aemond threw back.

“She doesn't even call me that! It's Aeg”

You watched the two bicker in amusement. They may not always have been super close but since you reached out to Aemond their relationship has gotten stronger. They joked around more, even if the insults were still harsh, but it was better than it was before. Aegon even noted it was like how they were when they were younger.

“The three of us can't even play together, we only have two controls,” Aemond argued.

Aegon started to say something but you cut him off quickly. “Okay, fine. A tournament then. You and Aegon play first and whoever wins has to play me.”

Aegon and Aemond grumbled but gave in to the terms.

You watched as they chose their characters. They were certainly…choices. Aegon chose Donkey Kong, which made sense. Crazy and chaotic, much like himself. Then Aemond chose Bowser. On one hand it took you by surprise but on the other it also made sense. After the last few weeks you've learned that Aemond wishes for control, something he's never really had. Aemond in a position of power was something to think about. Quiet and reserved as he could be, you could only imagine what it would be like to be completely at his mercy. Under him, pushed up against a wall, or even his hand at your throat or -

“Every single race is gonna be one of the rainbow roads or any of the harder ones! No skimping out with fucking moo moo meadows this time!” Aegon pulled you out of your thoughts.

Aemond and Aegon were neck and neck the entire time. One race Aemond would win then the other Aegon would win, it was a constant back and forth. The first round of races ended up in a tie, resulting in a second round tie breaker. You rolled your eyes as the brothers hurled insults at and tried to distract each other.

“You drive like an asshole!” Aegon yelled.

“Gotta be an asshole to win, brother,” Aemond quipped.

“Don't you dare use that fucking blue shell or I swear - FUCK!”

The blue shell whizzed past four drivers between Donkey Kong and Bowser, zig zagging through the course until it caught up to Donkey Kong, effectively throwing him up into the air and stunning him for a second. In those precious moments Bowser sped past but Aegon was quick to recover. The two were bumping each other, trying to get the other to fall off the side of the course. But Aegon had one last trick up his sleeve to win the race.

“Hey, Aemond, I think our friend here has a little crush on you,” he said with a smirk.

Aemond lost his concentration and immediately snapped his eyes to you. Aegon seized the moment and raced past a slowed down Bowser to claim his win.

Aegon threw his fist in the air in triumph. “Ha! I win, loser! Okay, come on, next round it's you and m - oh.”

You barely heard Aegon and his shouts over the ringing in your ears. All you could do was look at Aemond. He looked at you with eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Um…I think I should go,” you whispered. You dropped your eyes to the ground and dashed out of the room in two strides. Closing the door, you leaned against the wall and buried your face in your hands. There weren't any tears but you could feel the embarrassment tighten your chest. You were about to get up and leave when you heard hurried talking from the room you just left.

“You fucking idiot, did you really want to win so badly that you'd make her fucking leave?” Aemond asked.

“Yes and no. Neither of you were going to make a move so I decided to speed things up. You two are hopeless.”

You straighted up at that comment. Aegon was implying that Aemond felt something more than just friendship with you but you couldn't wrap your mind around it. You wouldn't let yourself. Letting yourself believe that meant being vulnerable. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Aemond, if you would please give me and Aegon the room that would be wonderful.” You said stiffly, your glare never leaving Aegon.

“Yeah, sure.” Aemond made it out of the room in three quick strides, closing the door behind him.

You waited a few seconds to make sure that he wasn't around.

Aegon made himself small on the couch, trying to sink into it.

“Hey, kitten, listen I -”

“Don't. Call. Me. Fucking. Kitten.”

“Okay, okay. Noted, noted, noted. Good stuff - ahem - you're not mad, right?”

“Oh, Aegon.” You took a few steps closer to tower over him. “I'm not mad, I'm fucking pissed.”

“But it was part of our plan!”

“Aegon, our plan changed weeks ago when I started really falling for him!”

Aegon looked at you in awe before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“IT HAPPENED!” He pointed at you and laughed. “I've been waiting for years for you to fall for Aemond. I mean, I know you've liked him for years but it's hitting you hard now. Dude’s been pining over you for a long ass time and now he's actually gonna get some.” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shut up, Aegon.” You blushed. “I need to tell you something anyway.” You took a seat next to him. “Aemond and I almost kissed.”

“You what?!”

“We almost kissed! I chickened out at the last second and turned to kiss his cheek instead.”

“Gods, you're an idiot. I bet he leaned in first?”

“...maybe. I didn't know he could be as cocky as you.” You relaxed into the couch. “I was gonna be the one to tell him I had feelings until you decided to take shit into your own hands just so you could win a Mario Kart race!” You covered your face with a pillow and screamed.

“You good, kitten?”

“Don't fucking call me that, Aeg. And yeah, sure I'm okay. I just gotta -” you screamed into the pillow again. “Okay, I'm good now.”

“Go talk to him, I bet he's flustered as fuck right now, which I wish I could see.”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, guess I should.” Getting up from the couch you steeled your nerves, preparing yourself for anything. “Wish me luck.” And you stepped out of the room.

You walked down the hallway to Aemond’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, Aems? Can we talk?”

The door opened and you found yourself looking up at the guy you've been fighting feelings for for years. You looked him in the eye, not wanting to back down out of fear of rejection. But when you looked at him you saw the same. He looked scared, despite hearing his friend wants something more. Just like him.

“So, about what Aegon said, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you myself and -”

Aemond crashed his lips to yours. Instantly you kissed him back. His arms snaked around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you trying to get closer. Eventually you pulled away, breathless.

“I guess that answers my question then,” you smiled.

“And what would that be?” Aemond pressed his forehead against yours.

“Wanna give us a shot?” You kissed his cheek.

“Oh, hell yes.” He pulled you into a searing kiss, taking you into his room and kicking the door closed.

Everything was perfect. You two fit so well together, as though you were made for each other. He held you tight, as though you would disappear any moment. You swiped your tongue across his lip, asking for entrance and you swear you've never heard anything as sexy as the moan that slipped his mouth.

He gladly complied, tongues fighting for dominance. It was messy and wonderful. Aemond’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you. All you could feel was him, all of him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and pulled at his hair, making him groan again.

“Holy fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“Me, too, babe.”

Aemond smiled before dragging you to his bed and climbed on top of you. “All of it?”

“All of you. I want all of you, Aemond.”

As soon as the words left your lips he attacked your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses behind. He found a particular spot on top of your pulse point that had you arching your back and begging for more. Aemond’s hands roamed up your sides before slipping under your shirt and cupping your bra.

“Aemond, please,” you groaned.

“What is it, kitten?” He smirked as he started rubbing circles over your nipples through your bra.

“More please. I need you to - fuck!”

He finally slipped his hands underneath the cups, grasping your tits and pinching both sensitive nubs. Pressure began building up in your core.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

You followed Aemond’s actions and dragges your hands underneath his shirt. He moaned against your neck before pulling up and taking off his shirt. You sat up with him and held your arms in the air expectantly.

“Will you do the honors?” You asked.

“Hell yes.” He looked at you with his eye full of lust before tearing off your shirt and bra.

You sat before him, bare, but you never felt more comfortable.

“Gods, your tits are fucking beautiful.” Aemond bent down and took a nipple into his mouth and you couldn't help the sound that came out of yours.

You tangled your hands in his hair and held him tight while he worshiped you. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, he couldn't live without you.

You brought your hands down to the waistband of his jeans and palmed him through his pants. You could feel how big and hard he was and you were excited to get him inside you. You moved your hands to his chest, ready to push him over and move on top but he stopped you.

“I haven't tasted that pussy yet and I need to before we do anything else.”

You whimpered as he pushed you back down and slid your pants off.

“Look at you, soaked through your panties. Such a fucking slut for me.” He placed an open mouth kiss over the growing wet spot.

“Aemond please!”

“Please what? Use your words kitten.”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

“Almost there,” he smiled wickedly as he tore off your panties and replaced his mouth over your soaking center.

You couldn't help but watch him lap at your folds. He flattened his tongue against your core and liked straight through to that little bundle of nerves. When he brushed it with his tongue you couldn't help but moan his name and dive your hands into his hair. You swore you felt him smile against you. Aemond switched between licking and sucking on you clit, making you crazy, building up that pressure until you couldn't hold it anymore.

“Fuck, Aemond, I'm -” a silent scream left you as he brought you to your peak.

He held you down by your thighs, refusing to let you get away. He carried you all the way through and didn't wait to start again.

“Aemond, you're gonna make me cum again,” you cried.

That only seemed to spur him on, his ministrations becoming faster and faster. He moved his focus to your clit so he could sneak a finger in. Then another. Then another. The stretch felt so good and it made you cry for more. Between his licks and his fingers you came for a second time.

Aemond lifted his head from between your thighs and looked at you with absolute adoration. You pulled him into a hot kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

He sat on his haunches and fumbled around his night stand when you stopped him.

“I want to feel you raw. I want you to finish inside me.”

Aemond pushed you back down on the bed and took off his pants. His cock was standing at attention, already weeping with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Fuck, he was big and you were absolutely ready.

He climbed over and pressed a kiss to you before lining himself up.

“You sure, kitten?”

“Aemond. Targaryen.” You pulled him into another kiss. “Fuck. Me.”

He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust to him. The stretch was slow and sweet. When he bottomed out you kissed him slow.

As you kissed him you began to lift your hips, encouraging him to move. He was soon thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten.”

“More please. More, more, more!”

“Gods, you're such a fucking slut.”

Aemond held your hands above your head as he sped up. He bent down to capture a nipple and sucked. The added stimulation barrelling you to your third orgasm. With a strangled cry you clenched around his cock, hitting your high once again.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

He flipped you over onto your belly and grabbed your hips so your ass was in the air.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured.

You felt him kiss your ass before smacking it hard. You couldn't help but moan. He smoothed the red skin with his palm and placed another kiss giving you a false sense or security. You rocked back into him only to feel him sheath himself fully.

Aemond gave you no time to adjust to the new position and fucked you hard and fast. His hands slid up and down your body, once again finding your tits, and tweaked your nipples.

He grunted as he began to fuck you harder. “All mine. Fuck, you're all mine.”

“Yours. I'm yours, Aemond” you babbled. “Please cum inside me, I want you.”

“Fuck, kitten.”

You spurred him on, his thrusts becoming messier and more erratic. Your fourth peak was coming faster than you anticipated, your walls clenching his cock.

“Babe, I'm gonna cum again!”

“Cum for me, kitten,” he commanded.

You screamed his name as you fell apart; your orgasm triggering his. Aemond fell on top of you and moved to hold your hand. Both of you were breathing hard but stayed in the moment together.

“Aemond, that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” He turned to you and smiled. “So, would you say we're together now?”

“Yeah, I’d say that.” You pressed your forehead against his. “Please don't get up, it feels nice.”

“Anything for you.”

You and Aemond laid there on the bed still joined together. It was intimate and sweet, a moment shared between the two of you.

When Aemond got up you flinched at the stimulation and groaned at the lack of warmth.

“Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'm just gonna clean us up,” he said as he tossed on some sweats and a sweatshirt.

You smiled to yourself as he left the room, happy that you can now call Aemond yours.

But your moment of peace was interrupted by a certain brother.

“YOU DID IT!” Aegon yelled through the door. “YOU FUCKING DID IT YOU FUCKED AEMOND! GOOD JOB, BUD!”

“AEGON GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s ridiculousness.

“AEGON, LEAVE!” Came Aemond’s voice.

“All right, all right. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone.” You could hear his stupid smirk through the door.

Aemond entered the room, face completely red with embarrassment. “So I guess Aegon is excited.”

“I guess he is,” you grinned.

As Aemond cleaned you up you couldn't help but think about the last few weeks, over your entire friendship with Aemond. He's always been there but now he was yours. You two grew together, learned about each other in ways you thought would only be a dream. You may be Aegon's best friend but now you were certain you were Aemond’s heart. But you had one last question.

“So can I move in?”

#fics by bean #hotd modern au #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #modern!aegon #modern!aegon targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x you

[madame-fear]

Modern!Aegon: I wasn’t that drunk. Y/N: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Modern!Aegon: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

#modern!hotd #modern!aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen ii x reader #modern!aegon x reader #modern!aegon targaryen #hotd incorrect quotes #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #incorrect hotd quotes

[fandomsoverlife]

Aegon: y/n your phone is ringing

Aegon: who’s daddy is it Aemond

Y/n: give me my phone

Aegon: who’s daddy? daddy left a voicemail

*Helaena enters room*

Helaena: Aegon give y/n their phone, I was just calling and had to leave a voicemail

#helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #modern!hotd #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!aemond targaryen #modern!aegon #modern!helaena #modern!helaena targaryen #aemond x reader #Helaena x reader #fuck it ! #daddy Helaena reporting for duty #modern house of the dragon #modern!Aemond x reader #modern!Helaena x reader #hotd incorrect quotes #incorrect hotd quotes #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #Aegon Targaryen incorrect quote #Helaena Targaryen incorrect quote #Helaena headcanons #aegon headcanons #aemond headcanons

[jamespotterismydaddy]

modern!aegon thoughts

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tw: smut, incest, dubcon/noncon

Your uncle is insatiable… and an annoying perv. He’s been bothering you everyday at the beach house with squeezes to your thighs and slaps to your ass, acting like it’s all just harmless teasing. You had finally thought you’d escaped him as you lay on a secluded part of the beach to tan but you would be wrong. He comes across you lying on your tummy and just can’t resist. Aegon walks up behind you and tugs on the tie of your bikini so it comes loose.

“Hey!” You make sure to cover yourself as you sit up. “Aegon you freak!”

“Aww, trying to hide from me?” His eyes roam over your chest. “Still not covering everything though.” He sits down beside you and trails a finger up your waist to the side of your breast. You know you should get up and leave, but you kinda don’t want to.

“You disgust me.” You spit out at him and he chuckles.

“I don’t think I do.” He shoves you back so you’re flat against your towel, pinning your wrists with one hand as he yanks down your bottoms.

“Aegon, stop!” You flail a bit, trying to pull your bottoms back up and simultaneously cover your bare tits at the same time.

“Don’t struggle so much and let me have my fun.” He murmurs as you put up a mild fight.

He manages to pin you again and keep you still long enough so he can thrust his thick cock into you. You whine and wail as he does, causing him to roll his eyes.

“We both know you like it so stop whining like a little bitch and let your uncle fuck you.” He pounds into you harder and you cringe at his reminder of your blood relation.

“Don’t c-call yourself that.” You pout as he splits you open on his cock.

“What? But that’s what I am to you, baby. You’re my sweet little niece and you like me ruining you even more for it.” He says, taking pleasure in the taboo of it all.

All you can do is take it as he keeps thrusting into you and when he leaves you alone with his spend between your legs, there’s no way to deny that you loved it.

#ella’s hot thoughts #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen #modern!aegon #aegon smut

[fan-goddess]

Patience

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Aegon gets impatient when reader denies giving him what he wants at a dinner. So he decides to take it into his own hands. Literally…

Warnings: NSFW below the cut, m masturbation, p in v sex, porn with plot,

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii,

Your long term boyfriend Aegon Targaryen has never been a patient person. Even with the simplest of tasks, within five minutes or even less, your boyfriend will be whining and nagging like a child on the verge of a tantrum.

His patience only got worse when he had to wait for sex. That night Alicent had invited both you and him to a dinner with the family. A thing Aegon hated doing, yet tolerated cause he knew otherwise he’d get an earful from his mother. You’d dressed up in a nice dress Aegon had suggested and drove there together. Throughout the entire journey, he’d been attempting to slyly tempt you to turn around and go home.

“Come on princess! I know that you don’t exactly get much joy out of my mother and her stupid fucking dinners! So let’s go home now, and maybe we can watch some Netflix and just chill together… just you and me?” His hand that always seems to be permanently attached to your knee travels higher up your leg, before you stop it with your own hand and a stern look.

“No you little baby. I promised Alicent we’d go tonight! Plus, Helaena’s gonna be there and we haven’t caught up in weeks. I wanna see how her date with that flower shop girl went last week ago.”

The whine that rips through Aegons throat was almost amusing. You held an amused smirk, but it seemed to only make him more whiny. As the rest of the car ride Aegon looked out the window and every so often changed the song playing on the radio calling it “practically illegal of the ear”.

When you get to the restaurant and get directed to the table, you greet Alicent and the rest warmly. Aegon does hang around more behind, yet he does share a couple warm smiles with Aemond and Helaena when they come to greet him. When Alicent comes to him though, the two exchange only the needed pleasantries and a small kiss on the forehead before she comes and starts a conversation with you about her latest trip.

Eventually all the pleasantires were exacjnged, and you all are sat at the giant table, where you and Aegon are placed to sit in front of Alicent together. Though not even ten minutes pass before Aegon finds himself leaning over to whisper in your ear, “quickie in the bathroom?”

You give him a raised eyebrow

“But it’s aching! Are you going to be so cruel denying your boyfriend the release he so desperately needs?” He whispered in your ear. His hand mimicked what it did early in the car. It wandering further and further upwards, getting stopped by your own hand once again before it could reach it’s desired location.

“Yes I will. Because if my boyfriend doesn’t stop being such a fucking brat he’ll get his ass spanked and won’t be able to sit properly for a while. That’s why.” You didn’t look at Aegon when you whispered your threat to him, though when you did after your threat, It almost broke you then and there to see his eyes visibly turn dark with want and desperation.

Throughout the rest of the evening however when you tried to continue with the night as normal, Aegon persisted in his mission to tease you into getting what he wanted. When you still somehow manage to continue to speak Alicent about her latest trip went (a boring conversation you must admit), Aegon successfully managed to slip a hand up the length of your dress and slowly caress the skin of your inner thigh with a single finger.

When you looked at him with warning though, Aegon was already looking at you with a raised and daring look. As if he wanted you at that very moment to call him out and punish him in front of everyone. You shoved his hand off you, and nearly openly laughed at the small pout beginning to grow on his lips.

Aegons next play though, was downright sinful and deserving of purgatory. He’d gone to the bathroom innocently enough. Not subtly requesting for you to go to. Not whispering how he’ll be waiting for you. Instead, aegon sends you a two minute long video of him jerking off in the toilet stalls.

You were never more quick to check if you had your volume of in your life, and the breath you released was one of gratitude that it was. The camera angle wasn’t the best, but you’ve got to give him some credit considering he was in a shitty restaurant toilet cubicle.

He’d propped it up on the toilet basin so it showed his hard dick and his face in one shot. There was obviously some talking Aegon was doing to play it out. Probably some words going along the lines of, “This is what happens when you deny me princess…” followed by a whiny breathless moan. However it seems the genius forgot you weren’t able to listen to it. There’s no issue with that though. As now you’re able to save it and plop it into your ‘Aegons porn’ folder in your photos app to listen to later.

Aegon comes back to the table a couple minutes after sent the video, with what could only be described as a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you see it?” He whispers.

An idea forms in your head and you can’t wait to plan it out. “No? See what sweetheart?” To play it up ever more you give Aegon an innocent look and a bat of an eyelash that always makes Aegon stir in his seat. It works now, as an annoyed look in his eye gives away his intentions and leaves him moping the rest of the dinner.

Mean and bitchy comments were all that left his mouth the rest of the evening. Whenever snippets of conversations entered his ear his mouth ran and ran, and by the end of it most at the table were giving him some very dirty looks. Even when you placed a hand on his knee and mimicked what he did earlier, trailing a hand to his inner thigh to feel him, didn’t make his mood anymore bearable. You did feel the area on his crotch tighten slightly, though Aegon it seemed already decided his attitude for the rest of the night.

When the dinner was over, you exchanged pleasantries with Alicent and Helaena. Even exchanging a small polite smile with Aemond while he lurked behind. Aegon only gave a forced smile to his mother. Heading straight to the car after that and slamming the door behind him.

Alicent raised a brow at his behaviour. “My my I wonder what’s gotten into him? Though I can’t say I’m not surprised…” she sighs. It nearly makes you want to laugh out loud. It’s you. You’re what’s gotten into him. Still, you play the role of the nice responsible girlfriend and say the goodbyes from you and Aegon.

When you get in the car, aegons already connected his phone to the speaker to listen to some music, and is now looking out the car window with what may or may not be a pout on his face. You ask him if he’s still sulking, but he only responds with a huff and changes the playlist when some obnoxious pop song comes on. It’s almost amusing when ‘I hate my mom’ by GRLwood comes on first. Yet no laughter is exchanged. Only aegons moody huffs every so often.

Eventually you both arrive to your shared apartment. Aegon slams his door like a child in a tantrum, yet you cannot find yourself to be annoyed. If anything, you’re surprised he’s been able to hold this attitude up for so long just because of a simple tease.

“Hey darling?” You call out to him. He halts in his movement before he can lay a hand on the door, and tilts his head slightly so his ears directed to you to let you know he’s listening. “When you get up, strip and lay on the bed nice and pretty for me ok?” It’s barely noticeable, but Aegon grins slightly and speeds up his movements to head into the apartment.

You decide to take a little longer to head up, purely to antagonise him and make him sweat a little.

When you do eventually head into the apartment, you follow what looks to be a near frantic pile of clothes that lead into your shared bedroom, and when you enter it you’re very glad to find Aegons listened to instructions perfectly. “Good boy Aegon…” you praise with a smile while Aegon reciprocates it shyly with a light blush on his face.

“Lay on your back and spread your legs nice and wide for me please darling.”

He follows your instructions quickly, and you cannot help but admire him while he does. “Good boy…” you smile.

His cocks already fully hard, with the tip flushing to a shade of pink, and it takes you great pleasure in watching Aegon flush while you undress in front of him. When you’re fully naked, you crawl onto the bed and waste no time in sitting on Aegons soft thighs and using your hand to drag his cock to your dripping cunt.

The whine Aegon lets out is downright sinful, and the way his hands go to grip at you hips as you slowly rock on him.

“Please… don’t tease…” he whines. You reluctantly listen. Though not because he asked as pretty as he did, but because your own arousal had been practically pooling in your underwear the moment Aegon sent the video.

While you bounced, Aegon eyes kept being drawn to your breasts. Practically hypnotised by them to your amusements. “Go on stupid baby… suck on them like a good boy…” He launches himself forward desperately and uses a mixture of both teeth and tongue, as well as sucking little hickeys on your skin.

Your not surprised that after being wet for so long you last so little. As the coil in your stomach already feels like it’s tightening so much it may burst. Aegons grip also seems to be getting tighter, while his eyes are scrunched up and his mouth seems to be permanently latched on your nipple with his pathetic moans and whimpers vibrating through your skin. If you knew Aegon, then this was a clear indicator that he was close too.

A small pop brings your attention to Aegon, who’d now let go of your nipple and instead now had his mouth in a perfect o while he moaned like crazy with his eyes scrunched closed. It only got worse when one of your hands crept to his hair and clenched a fist in it.

The coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter, and with a series of clenches on Aegons dick and a harsh tug of his hair you come undone, bringing Aegon with you with a loud whine as you feel the sudden warmth of his cum flood you. When you release yourself from his grip and go to lay down beside him, you can even feel the remnants of some of it sliding out of you.

Aegons head immediately goes to the comfort of your tits and mumbles something you can’t hear. “What is it baby?” You ask while you fiddle with his sweat drenched hair.

“I’m sorry for being a brat…” it’s not any better in regards to volume since his head is quite literally smushed in the valley of your tits, but as least this time you heard it.

“That’s okay baby…” You say with a smile. “I know you don’t really mean it you drama prince…”

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon ii fic #modern aegon #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!au #modern house of the dragon #modern!hotd #modern! house of the dragon #hotd modern au #modern!aegon x reader #modern!aegon #modern!aegon targaryen x reader #modern!aegon targaryen/reader #modern!reader #alicent hightower #modern!aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen/reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon #aegon targaryen/you #aegon targaryen one shot #aegon targaryen x fem!reader #aegon targaryen x you

[heartofthedragons]

Rotten Deal Pt. 1

Modern!Aegon x Fem!Reader

Summary: When your ex boyfriend cheats on you and spreads a vicious rumor about you, you want to make him suffer. So you make a deal with the man you can’t stand: Aegon, the most infamous fuckboy at KLU.

Chapter Summary: Aegon comes to you asking for help and you use it as the perfect opportunity to deal with the disaster of your breakup.

Warning(s): Cursing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, cheating mentions

Word Count: 1614 words

When you walked in on your (ex) boyfriend Jason Lannister cheating on you with Cassie Baratheon last night, you didn’t think things could get worse. What could be worse than seeing your boyfriend balls deep in another girl? Well, you find out that things can get much much worse.

As soon as you enter the campus cafeteria and approach your friends, you know something is wrong. The four girls are all huddled together over the table in a heated discussion, and when they take notice of your form near them the air becomes thick with discomfort.

“Hey,” you say plopping down beside Helaena. The silence is palpable as all the girls give you a pitying and worried glance. You can feel your heart drop and your anxiety spike at their reaction, “What’s wrong?”

You see Sara bite her lip for a moment before she speaks, “Jason and Cas are official on socials.” You frown, “Seriously? Already? It hasn’t even been a full day.”

Baela sighs for a moment before picking up where Sara left off. “That’s not all though,” she says, “Jason got called out for everything, and, to put it simply, he started telling everyone that he dumped you because you’re a shitty lay.”

Your jaw drops, “I’m sorry. What?”

“Seven hells Bael, way to put it gently,” Rhaena says sternly. But Baela simply shrugs off her comment. “When Jason and Cas started posting each other everyone asked him what the hell happened,” Rhaena says, “He started getting defensive and not so subtly implied that the reason he broke up with you and cheated on you is because you didn’t…satisfy him.”

“Oh gods,” you exclaim as you drop your head into your arms. You feel like you could die of embarrassment. Helaena rubs your back gently attempting to soothe you as best as she can, “It’s ok Y/N. It’s really not that bad. You’re just too close to the situation.” Every the sweetheart Helaena is trying desperately to salvage your feelings and soften the blows of the news you’ve heard. But this time she’s desperately wrong. Your heart has been shattered, your trust broken, and now your reputation has been completely tarnished.

You lift your head and give Helaena a weak smile in return before facing the other three girls again, “How many people know?”

“Well, Jace and Creagan both know,” Sara says.

“And all of Cas’s friends, plus their boyfriends,” Baela adds on.

“Great so…everyone I know, you guys know, and Jason knows thinks I’m bad at sex. Wonderful,” you stand up and grab your belongings quickly, “I’m going to go to the library a bit before classes. I need a moment to myself.” All four girls nod at you and shoot you apologetic smiles as you turn away quickly. You need to get away from everyone now because you can’t bare to face everyone. They’re all pitying you or judging you and you hate it.

‘Seven Hells, things really can’t get worse’ you think.

Aegon is having a pretty shitty day as well. When he took Valyrian History he thought it would be a breeze. That’s his culture after all. And when he heard that attendance wasn’t mandatory for the class on the first day, he did not return. As far as he was concerned this was a fluff class that he could easily pass by winging it, giving him the time to have fun and focus on…better things.

And now, the consequences are biting him in the ass. He’s still in shock as he stares at the 45% on the top of his essay. It turns out that this class and professor were not easy at all, and Aegon’s passive approach has led to him essentially flunking the class.

“C’mon prof, there’s gotta be something I can do to fix this,” he says pleadingly. The professor looks up at him completely unimpressed as she continues to clean up her work space, “I’ve already told you Mr. Targaryen, there’s no way to change your grade. Your best chance is to improve your performance on any future assignments and exams.”

Aegon groans in frustration. At this point he’s months behind in material and has no idea where to begin. “Might I suggest,” the professor says, “seeking extra help from one of your peers?”

Aegon sighs before nodding his head in defeat. “Yeah, sure. Ok,” he says before shuffling out the door. He doesn’t know anyone in this class due to the whole not attending lectures thing. So, he shoots his sister a quick text asking if she knows anyone in Valyrian History, and her reply comes a few moments later, ‘I’m pretty sure Y/N takes that class. Why?’

Aegon deflates. Of course you’re the only one that can help him. ‘Any idea where I can find her? I need to ask for her help with something,’ he texts back.

‘She should be in the library, but I’d leave her alone right now. She’s not in a great mood.’

Aegon reads the text but shrugs it off. As far as he’s concerned, you’re almost never happy around him anyway so not much will change.

He makes his way to the huge library on campus, and as soon as he enters he scans for your form. He sees you tucked away in a corner reading a book.

The frown on your face is evident even from afar, but even then, he can’t help but think about how pretty you are. It really is a shame that you’re such a stick in the mud and seem to dislike him so much, he’s always thought you were smoking hot and he’d have a good time with you. If only you’d drop your icy walls when he’s around, he bets you’d be extra fun.

He makes his way to you and casually drops into the chair beside you. He throws his arm around the back of your seat before leaning in. “Hey, hot stuff,” he says with his signature smirk, and you audibly groan.

“Go away, Aegon.”

His smirk doesn’t falter even for a second before he continues, “Wow, five seconds. That must be a new record for you, love.”

You shut your book in annoyance before turning to him, you look pissed. More than usual. “What do you want?” You say dully.

“I need you to tutor me in Valyrian history.”

“No.”

“Why not?” He asks, clearly upset with your quick and blunt response.

“Because I’m dealing with a lot right now, and I really don’t want to deal with your shit too.”

Aegon frowns and furrows his brow. He really needs your help if he wants even the slightest chance at passing this course. “Please Y/N. I really need your help. I’ll do anything. Name your price.”

You’re silent for a moment. You’ve got so much going on now. What could possibly make spending time teaching Aegon remotely worthwhile? And then the idea pops into your mind. A terrible idea that can lead to no good. But it feels so perfect.

“Anything?” You ask. There’s a hint of mischief in your eyes now, and Aegon falters in his decision for a moment before doubling down, “Yeah. Anything.”

“Ok. I’ll help you,” Aegon smiles in relief for a moment, “But it’s gonna cost you.”

“How much money are we talking?” He asks.

“I don’t want your money.”

“Then what do you want from me?”

You bite your lip. There’s no good way to say this so you just come right out with it. “In exchange for me helping you pass, I want you to pretend we’re sleeping together.”

Aegon is shocked. You’ve always been a bit of a prude around him so hearing you talk so forwardly is beyond weird though not unwelcome, “Why do you want me to pretend we’re fucking? Aren’t you dating Lannister?”

You drop your gaze away from his. “We broke up,” you say matter-of-factly, “I caught him cheating on me yesterday with Cas Baratheon.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. And to make matters worse. He decided to go around and say that we broke up because I’m bad at sex.”

Aegon has no idea what to say to that, and he’s not sure anything he could say would even help, so he chooses to move on from the topic.

“So you want to pretend we’re dating to get back at your ex for cheating and lying about you?”

“No. Not date. Just pretend we��re having sex.”

Aegon looks at you quizzically, “What’s the difference?” You can’t help but scoff at the question. Of course notorious fuckboy, Aegon Targaryen can’t tell the difference between fucking and dating.

“I don’t want to fake date you because you can’t keep it in your pants,” you say dryly, “You’ll end up sleeping with some other girl, and then I’ll look like the idiot who got cheated on twice in a row. If we’re just sleeping together then I don’t look like a fool.”

Aegon nods, “Ok…so you want me to pretend we’re fucking to make Jason jealous?”

“Basically. I also want you to tell people it’s good”

“Why?”

“Because if the infamous, handsome fuckboy, Aegon Targaryen says that sex with me is good, then nobody will believe what Jason said is true.”

A wolfish grin takes over Aegon’s face, “You think I’m handsome?” You groan and lightly hit him with your elbow. “Shut up. Do we have a deal?” You ask outstretching your hand.

“We have a deal,” he says, but then he leans over to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow, fuck buddy.” He gets up to leave throwing you a wink before making his way out of the library.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Part 2

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[daenysx]

Okay so

Modern Aegon fake dating but the uh oh feelings are real and things get hot 🥵

thank you for this request, i hope you like it!

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princess treatment

modern!aegon ruins your fake dating agreement by falling in love with you. nsfw.

you drive aegon targaryen insane.

your little smiles, your hands on his hand or on his back, your soft hair falling gracefully on your neck and shoulders, and you calling him 'my love' all the fucking time.

as if you're actually in love with him.

his brain is blurry when you two are around other people. the fake dating messes with his head, he has to remind himself that this is not an actual relationship. your little acts of love are not real.

he was the one offering it. he offered you to pretend, only when you are around people especially around your family members. both of your families have important places in the business world. his father viserys is your father's business partner and this requires aegon and you to meet at several occasions.

this is where it all begins.

alicent had enough of aegon's girlfriends, or actually the girls he slept with and left. because of aegon's careless actions, alicent had to prevent the press from writing about his acts which would bring the family a bad reputation. well, worse than their reputation now at least.

it was also the day when they meet aemond's girlfriend. alicent loved the girl, she almost treated her like a second daughter. aegon had to try not to throw up every time he saw aemond's proud smile. "why can't you be like your little brother? i'm sick of these behaviours aegon, i'm sick of your stupid actions and all those girls i had to convince not to speak badly of you!"

he couldn't stand another thing aemond bested him at. he couldn't stand hearing alicent's usual disappointed words that made him sad and furious. he should find a proper girlfriend to be with all those stupid events and stop his family's snarky comments at everything he does.

he saw you that night. standing next to your big brother, obviously bored and intolerant. you tried to smile at people talking to you but those smiles were all fake. aegon found out that you had a terrible argument with your father earlier that night about your boyfriend. you broke up with that boy because your father didn't approve of him. you didn't look heartbroken, instead you looked angry and vengeful.

he approached to you later that night when you were standing alone and he tried to convince you into his brilliant fake dating plan. we can be with anyone we want, we only have to pretend when we have to, just be careful not to be seen with them when you're not with me. and you agreed.

the plan had worked. targaryens and your family were quite happy with this new relationship. it affected the opinions of the people in their business in a positive way. even alicent seemed to be proud and happy with aegon.

aegon should be happy.

but aegon isn't happy. he is mad at himself for ruining the plan's actual purpose. he is mad at you for being so perfect. you are a great actress, you actually made him believe that he is somehow nice and lovable. the moments when there is no one around are the worst. aegon has to face with the truths, and the truths are cold and lonely. aegon hates the truths.

he tries to be the perfect-fake boyfriend. he opens all the doors for you, always asks if you want something, walks with you in the room with his hand on your waist, and calls you little endearments.

everyone except aegon is content with the way things go. the families are already happy but you also seem happy with the fake dating thing. you make all the good appereances in public and you have the secret freedom to be with anyone you want.

"i'll meet with cregan after the event tonight."

aegon tries to be cool as he watches you perfect your make up for the upcoming event. "stark? come on princess, you can do better than that."

you smile. "i don't want better, i want him."

aegon feels his blood boil. he smiles but the smile is broken. he knows cregan stark will be a temporary boyfriend for you because no man could ever do with your princess attitude, right? they couldn't stand it and they would leave. it's all that happened 'til now.

"what about you? are you seeing someone?"

he has stopped being with other girls since he accepted his feelings for you. he tried to be with them for the hope of forgetting you. it didn't work, it actually made him more desperate, so he stopped.

"no, not really."

you nod, apply your red lipstick on your lips. fuck that lipstick, it looks perfect.

the event goes smoothly. what worries him is the end of the night. you let go of his hand when you're sure there is no one around. you get into your car and leave him there, to meet cregan stark.

hours of agony pass until he's got enough of it. he drinks one glass of whiskey then he leaves his apartment.

he drives to your house, doesn't even know why. he wants to do something to get him out of this stupid misery. he wants you to know that he fucked up the plan and fell in love with you.

he stops when he sees you in front of your house. with cregan stark. stark leans in to kiss you and aegon loses it. he knows he has no right to say anything, you are not breaking any rules but seeing you with another man is hard. too fucking hard.

you pull cregan to yourself, the door is open and you lead him inside. you don't break the kiss as you walk in. aegon has to do something, the images of you and stark in your room, on your bed haunts him. he walks to your house and knocks on your door. he doesn't care if he'll embarrass himself. that one glass of whiskey gives him the slight courage and he keeps knocking.

you open the door, your red lipstick smeared through cheeks and you look fucking glorious. he wishes the image in front of him to be for him.

"what are you doing here?"

he lifts his head, looks at your questioning face and tries to think of an answer. then he sees stark standing behind you, trying to understand what happens. the moment he recognizes the remnants of the lovely shade of your lipstick on his lips, aegon feels his heart clench with anger.

"get the fuck out of here." aegon says, calmly to cregan. you look at him in disbelief.

"excuse me, who gives you the right to come at my home and tell my guest to leave?" your tone is cool and dangerous.

"remember our agreement, princess? that agreement gives me the right. i won't say it one more time, get the fuck out of here."

he sees the look on cregan's face, clearly the man would fight aegon with a single word from your mouth. instead cregan looks at you and asks a silent question.

"i'm sorry cregan, let's end the night here. i'll call you tomorrow."

he nods, and throws a scary look to aegon as he walks out the door.

"and you. come in and tell me what the hell is wrong with you tonight."

aegon follows you inside, closes the door. he tries to calm down, to not say anything that will annoy you further.

"cat got your tongue? tell me, why are you here?" you ask.

"i wanted to see you."

"and you thought coming over to my house in the middle of the night and saying get out to my guest is the right thing to do? perfect."

aegon shooks his head. "i don't want him near you."

"aegon, you have no right to say that."

"it doesn't change a thing. i don't want him near you."

you stare at him. "you have a thing against cregan?"

he chuckles darkly. "princess, i have a thing against any man who breathes around you."

"what is that suppose to mean? are you drunk? if so, please stop talking now because i don't want to hear anything you say without thinking."

he shakes his head. "i'm not drunk. i mean everything i say. i don't want any other man near you, i don't want their filthy hands on you, i don't want them to have a taste of you. is it so hard to understand?"

"are you insane? of course it's hard to understand! what we have is a simple arrangement. why are you saying that right now?"

"because i ruined the arrangement! i ruined it. i-i fucking broke it. i couldn't stop. i just couldn't stop myself."

you ask calmly this time. "what happened, aegon?"

"i fucking fell in love with you."

the words leave his mouth and you can't help your tears. they make their way on your cheeks and you make a little noise.

aegon can't believe his eyes. why are you crying now? did he upset you that much? guilt crawls in his chest and he can't breathe for a moment.

"why are you crying? wh-what is it?" he asks in a broken voice.

you inhale and try to stay strong in front of him. "you can't just come here and tell me you love me, when i try so hard not to accept my feelings for you just to keep the arrangement safe."

does he hear it correctly? do you say that you have feelings for him? can he actually be this lucky?

"what did you say? you-do you love me? but you said you want stark."

"i lied. great actress remember?"

"so, you love me?"

"you're a fucking idiot."

he weakly smiles and comes closer to you, holding your teary cheeks and presses his lips on yours. it's a desperate kiss, full of longing and love. aegon doesn't know how to show his love properly, so he just follows his instincts. he kisses you for minutes, kisses your face, your forehead. he holds you in his arms and smells your hair.

you wrap your arms around him, still crying and obviously shocked. you try to keep yourself steady even if it feels too hard. all this time you tried to keep your own feelings hidden just to keep your perfect couple image safe and now aegon has the nerve to tell you he is in love with you. you are not sure if you should be happy or angry.

"i'm so mad at you right now." you say after your tears slows down.

"be mad at me tomorrow and i'll explain everything. but now, let me take care of you. let's forget everything for a night, princess."

you nod, leading him to your bedroom. he helps you take off your dress and your heels. you go to bathroom and clean your make up, he takes off his clothes as well. you come out of the bathroom wearing a robe, all clean and relaxed now. he kisses you again, this time he feels you relieved and he smiles.

he lays you on bed, your hair looks like a goddamn crown on your pillows, all shiny and pretty. "what a beautiful princess."

he kisses you, takes off your robe and there is nothing underneath. the sight of your soft skin welcomes him and he is quick to press kisses on your body. his hands stroke the flesh of your thighs as he kisses your nipples. he decides to take his time, to be soft for you. because that's what princesses deserve.

he kisses all the way down to your lower abdomen. he looks up at your face, flushed and expectant. he kisses your clit and you push yourself to him. he kisses it again, again and again. it's swollen with need and aegon feels himself getting harder for you.

he brings his fingers on your cunt, slowly touches your entrance and lets the wetness there coat his fingertips. he starts rubbing your clit, kisses your belly. nothing he does is painful, all of it feels perfect. like a fucking princess treatment.

he rubs your clit with a soft pressure, teasing your entrance and not giving you what you actually want. "aegon, harder. do it harder."

he smirks. "i don't think this is the right attitude for a princess. you should say please to get what you want."

"hmm, no. not all princesses are delicate and gentle. you should've knew about that."

his smile broadens. "my mistake, then. tonight tell me anything you want and i'll give it to you. we can talk about the princess attitude tomorrow."

"can't resist me?"

he shakes his head. "fuck, no."

he rubs your clit harder, his thumb circles it and he puts his two fingers inside. you clench around him, ask him to do it a little harder and he obliges. he has no choice. no choice against you.

he makes you come on his fingers. the orgasm gives your muscles relief and you smile. you kiss him after he licks his fingers and you taste yourself on his lips. you take off his underwear and his cock rests against his stomach.

"come, lay down for me." you say coolly.

he does as he's told. you sit on his thighs, start stroking his already hard cock and make him close his eyes under you.

"that's okay for you?" you ask.

"anything you want is okay for me."

you position yourself on his cock and start moving on top him. he lifts himself closer to your body for a moment, tries to help you adjust. you hold his hands as you move, your muscles clench and you moan softly. you keep moving for a few moments and then decide have a little fun.

"aegon?"

"hmm?" he is so lost in his pleasure.

"my legs are tired."

"is that so? well, i can't possibly be a man who lets his princess move in pain now can i?"

he changes the position and now you're under him. he starts moving a little faster, tries to find a pace. "that's it, fucking perfect. not gonna last."

you wrap your arms around his neck, stroking his hair. you moan for him, his name falls from your lips. "my love."

he fucking loses it then, moves faster inside you. "call me that again."

you arch your back as he carries you to your peak. "oh, my love."

he kisses your lips in a passion that you've never seen before. it only takes three more thrusts and he pulls himself off you, comes on your belly. he makes sure you're alright after your second orgasm that night and puts his head on your chest.

breathing sounds fill your room, he leaves the bed for a moment and grabs a clean towel from your bathroom to clean you and himself. you look sleepy now, he is quick to return to bed next to you, pull the covers on and holds you on his chest.

"so, are we not fake dating now?"

he smiles. "we are definitely not fake dating after how you've made me feel now, princess."

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[starhwl]

Tom Glynn Carney as Christopher Wisemen in Tolkien

#house of the dragon #tom glynn carney #modern!aegon #tolkien #christopher wiseman #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #gifs #c: Christopher wiseman #a: tom glynn-carney

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello gorgeous! if you don't mind modern au, i have an idea. if you don't feel like writing anything it'd be great to hear your thoughts abt it. daemon x wife!reader (who's somehow connected with magic but not targaryen) who are devoted to each other like madly in love. before daemon has to go to war they're saying goodbyes kissing, crying and not being able to let the other go. feeling like something's off he says smth like "i'll find you in another life. i'll find you in any time we'll be existing. i will love you any time i am alive" (in high valyrian or calling her some name in it) kissing her knuckles and going away. unfortunately, he was right. reader died some way while he was away and he remains faithful to her for the rest of his life (oc but whatever) and in the modern world he does find her. maybe targaryens are some sort of royal family, maybe they keep a family business or an ordinary family with lots of relatives. but he fins the reader and they somehow just feel. sorry if it's too much. i'd really like to read something about it but it absolutely ok if you don't feel like it. thank u in advance! take care!

Waiting For A Lifetime

Part 1 2 3 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader cos it just sorta happened

Summary: Overcome by grief, Daemon turned to black magic to revive you. Moved by pity, the witch who casted the spell promised you would live until you met your love again in his next life.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Modern AU, fem!reader, mentions/depictions of death/still birth/war, my pretty boy aegon whom i would die for, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i saw this last night when i woke up in the middle of my sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. I changed a lot about your req nonnie. I do hope you still like it though. I absolutely could not help myself with this one and I got so carried away T_T also a lot of facts about the Targaryens have distorted so just just just roll with it ok ok ok thank you And yes i know this is a gif from the crown but i love it so much the hat falling off the kiss ITS EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE HERRRRRRRRRRRRR also i do acknowledge the fact that this anon came to me with this idea after i reblogged this amazing moodboard sooooo yeah i think this post sparked this fic idea lol ALSO ALSO ALSO 2022 MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! LOVE YA ALL imagine seeing this post in like 2032 or smth shit thats like 35 years from now Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony pssst i made p2 "Never Before"

Daemon's face was streaked with tears and sorrow. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was as sure as it was grave as he repeated the word he uttered to the shaman, "anything."

She looked at him, able to taste the desperation in the air, "even if it costs your life, prince?"

Daemon looks at his love before him, his love that was carrying his child. He places his bloody palm on the gaping wound on her stomach.

"Your child will not live even if she does."

Daemon screws his eyes shut tightly. He begins to quiver in anger, in grief, in pure sorrow. He mutters, "anything," he slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon her lifeless face, "better it me than her. There is no world worth living without her."

The woman narrows her eyes at the prince. She knew he was the Targaryen, once heir, known to be rugged and harsh. The Rouge Prince. Yet, there was no trace of malice within his being, only what she would describe as true devotion, true love.

"So, may it be done by the gods old and new," she says, drawing the prince's attention to her, "I will plead for her soul that she may live."

Daemon watches the witch, as she stands to her feet from the ground they were both sprawled on, in front of the body of the dead woman.

"I will plead that she may live long enough to meet you again in another life, so that you may have the love you have now once more."

"Another life?"

"Yes," she says, "the gods recreate humans they are pleased with to grace the earth again. I am certain they will let you be reborn to be with her again. I will make it certain."

Daemon grabs the cold hand that was beginning to stiffen.

"Although, I am unsure if they will allow you to remember her."

"I will remember her," Daemon retorts, kissing the hand of his love, "I will remember her no matter form I take... I will, I must."

"So it remains to be seen," she says before speaking out her incantation.

And it would not be seen until nearly 2000 years later.

The times have changed drastically. Women wore pants and voted. Men where made to take more responsibility for their actions, though still got away with things.

And yet...

... my love for him never faded.

Every prince that was born and named Daemon, I hoped would finally be him. It went about like this century after century, war after war, plague after plague, rise after fall. I had feared the Targaryens would die out, but they proved to be as strong as the very foundations of the earth.

And it took the televised of the marriage of Viserys XXIX to Duchess Aemma of Eyrie for me to see the face of my love: Daemon, the Wild Child, the Knight of Knickers, as penned by the press. Ultimately, the prince of my heart.

I burst into tears when I saw his cheeky face as he nudged his brother at the isle. I pressed my hands on the screen, thinking to myself, the wait was finally over, he was finally here.

All that was left was for me to meet the Prince of Valyria.

Yes. That would be no problem at all.

Except it was, because Daemon was just as mad as he was in this life as he was in the last.

After all, he did not get those nicknames from the press for nothing.

I used up so many of my resources to even just get a glimpse of him. It was hard to catch him in one place. I mostly caught him with a scandalous headline in the cover of magazines and newspapers.

Tonight, it was a newspaper.

"You know," the bartender taps his finger on my newspaper that was sprawled out on his bar, "he's a frequent here."

I turn to the blonde, in his white dress shirt, black waist apron, and black slacks. I raise a brow as he purses his lips as though the information was ground breaking. He wipes on a glass with his blue towel.

"Gee, Aegon," I lean on the surface before me, "I would have never guessed that from the picture on the wall."

I nod at the said picture. It's one of Daemon and the current owner of the bar, Tywin Lannister, who also happened to own Lannister Land Corp, shaking hands. Oh, Lannisters.

"Hey," Aegon shrugs, pulling his lips down in a nuff-said manner, "it had to be said, since you're literally the only patron here that has not interrogated me with questions about the Knight of Knickers."

I snort, "then allow me to change that," I rest my head on my hand, "is he truly so dashing that his looks practically steal the knickers of the ladies around him?"

Aegon finishes buffing his glass and puts it down, looking up in thought, "mmm, I think it's mostly cause he's a prince that he's got the effect he's got. I've got no idea what possessed the first girl to throw her panties at him."

I giggle, "are you saying the prince is ugly?"

"Bit harsh, innit," Aegon pulls back, getting another glass, rubbing it down with his towel, "your words, not mine."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, as I laugh at the light haired boy's muses, "you know, if we had been living at the height of the Targaryen rule, Daemon would have had your head for that, pretty boy."

"Gods, to be beheaded," he sighed, "a dream, rather than working here, taking about some monarch who lives off the money of the people."

I snort once more. Aegon's face softens as he breaks into a laugh himself.

"No, but honestly," he says putting down the glass and the towel, "you, my dear, are my saving grace. The highlight of my begrudgingly stretched out day," he stretches out a hand to me.

I chuckle at him as I take his hand. He presses a kiss on the back of it, making me grin at him in amusement.

"You're the only sane person here," he releases my hand, "everyone else is so desperate to brush shoulders with the prince, or simply even catch a of whiff of his flatulence."

I break out into a fit of chuckles, slamming firmly at the wood between us.

"No, I'm serious! I heard the fittest gal, a total bombshell, boasting with pride about how she managed a sniff of the bloke's fart."

I'm wheezing with laughter, unable to believe what I'm hearing.

Aegon releases a deep and dramatic sigh, "what has the world come to?"

I wipe a tear as Aegon watches me empty myself of laughter. His face crinkles in a pleased expression, Adam's apple bobbing as he chuckles airily.

I sigh, catching my breath, "well, if I ever become that desperate, I ask that you pray for my soul."

Aegon presses his palms together, "praying for that girl as we speak."

I chuckle, folding the newspaper before me, "I must say, I am actually desperate to meet the wild child myself."

Aegon drops his hands along with his humored expression.

I cannot help but laugh at him as I continue to fold the paper, "though, I would say I am the desperate kind that is so desperate..." I eye him as I press the grey material together, "that I, somehow, dread to meet him at all."

Aegon snorts, screwing his eyes shut as he wipes his face, "the Stranger. Don't say things like that! I nearly had a heart attack believing you."

"No, but it's true, Aegon!" I say with a faux wounded pout, "prince Daemon is my great love, we have been destined to meet for millennia!"

Aegon leans on the table, humming as he nodds his head, "yes, and I suppose I am Aegon the Conqueror."

I lean towards him and grab his jaw, "no, you look more like Aegon II. The spitting image, I dare say."

He scoffs, swatting me off, "I'm hotter than him."

I pull away, "yes. That I can agree with, pretty boy. Personal hygiene does wonders."

Aegon snorts and plays off the blush on his cheeks by wiping his nose with his thumb, "you speak as though you met him."

I straighten up, "that's because I have. He was once my nephew."

He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. His face contorts at the thought.

I raise my brows at him, "have I not told you I am not only a Targaryen historian, an expert at that, but I am also a patron of the Museum of Ice and Fire? I'm married into their family."

"Okay," he raises a finger, "ew."

I snort.

Aegon lifts his jaw and hums, "well, now that you mentioned it, I always knew you were one of those insanely rich blokes who frequent here. I was thinking you were a mafia boss or something though."

I scoff in amusement, raising my brows at him.

He pushes his white sleeves up then raises his hand in defense, "you have a very intense aura about you."

"That's because you trigger my fight mode," I retort.

He huffs, "do I? I'm scared to know what you'll do to me when I've seen what you do to men who hit on you."

"Aww, don't worry," I coo, "I wouldn't hurt my pretty, baby boy."

Aegon doesn't get to reply when a customer calls his attention. With this, he pulls away and leaves me to my own devices.

We don't get to continue our conversation at all, for it was clear that the rush hour had begun.

I eventually pulled back and decided to entertain myself while my favorite bartender was busy. I swiveled on my stool, looking out to the room, spotting the jukebox collecting dust in the corner. I smile at the sight of it, thinking about how it was still here after all these years, in spite of being older than Aegon.

I stand from my seat and walk over to it.

Aegon, finding one patron missing, frantically looks around then calms, raising a brow.

I place my hands on the jukebox, bending over to check if it was plugged in.

Aegon snorts as he hands a man a beer, eyes not at all fixed on him, "that doesn't work, love."

"Mmm, ye of little faith."

Aegon is annoyed by the man that sits on the vacated stool, blocking his vision. In retaliation, he blocks out the sound of his voice. Aegon calls out, "if you can make that hunkajunk work, I'll clear your tab for you."

I chuckle as I pull the machine forward, checking its wiring, "I wouldn't want to make a kid working on minimum wage to pay for me at all."

"I only said I would clear your tab, doll face," is all he replies before he goes back to tending to drinks again.

I break into chuckles as I fiddle with the wires on the back. I admit, it took me quite a while to go through everything, which was why Aegon warned that he would not call an ambulance for me if I got electrocuted.

The sight of the jukebox coming to life was enough to shut him up.

I get to my feet with a huff, brushing my hands off with each other. I turn to Aegon, who was already looking at me in astonishment, along with a few other people in the room.

I smirk, "my tab then?"

"Good as gone," Aegon shakes his head in disbelief, cutting his hand across his neck.

I release a satisfied sigh as I punch at the hardened buttons and play whatever it was that was available to be played.

When the music starts, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off with the music. The sound brings back some memories I had in the 1940's. If I recall correctly, it was around this time Daemon's father, King Baelon, was crowned.

I slowly moved to the rhythm of the song, swaying my hips, waving my extended arms out as I made my way to the center of the room.

Aegon stilled in his spot upon seeing this. His breath caught in his throat and he was only brought back to reality when someone demanded a gin. He looked around the room as he poured that idjit his drink and clenched his jaw tightly when he saw the onlooking crowd.

He snorts loudly, grabbing his towel, throwing it over his shoulder roughly, clearing his throat with more noise than necessary.

I smile to myself when I hear Aegon's familiar coughing. He had a tendency to do this whenever men around me started to be a bother. And I loved him dearly for it. He was a sweet boy.

With my eyes still closed, I continue dancing to the soothing song. My smile grows bigger when a section comes that tickles my musical senses. I chuckle as I twirl in my spot.

When I felt a hand come to my waist, I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Aegon. He wouldn't have let anyone come near me at all without barking up a storm.

I hummed at the scent of him, familiar yet foreign to me at once. He must have changed his cologne. I prefer this one better. He pulls me close when I reach out to him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a palm on his shoulder. His dress shirt is softer than what I imagined it to be.

I am surprised when he leads us into a ballroom dance. In fact, I am so shocked, I open my eyes and see a blur of his white shirt and blonde hair as he spins me around.

I break into a fit of chuckles, screwing my eyes shut in pure bliss when he dips me, "I had no idea you were a dancer, pretty boy."

"Yes, well, journalists don't find it interesting enough to write about."

My eyes burst open at the sound of the deep voice.

My heart is pounding at the sight of the smirking man with silver hair. I nearly faint at the violet irises so close to mine.

"I do say," his hot breath fans on my face, "if we were spotted by one now, they'd have a field day."

I jolt upright and shove the man away. He doesn't seem to be offended by my harsh actions, and, in fact, chuckles as he reels back from my action, "not what I had expected and not the reaction I usually get, but there's a first for everything."

My breath hitches when he smiles at me. I turn from him, to Aegon, who was staring coldly from his place behind the bar. It seems the rest of the people here were doing the same as well, gobsmacked by the presence of the man in the middle of the room

I roll my shoulders back, turning to my dance partner, "Prince Daemon," I mutter, bowing my head slowly, "pardon my rudeness."

He chuckles, waving me off as he stuffs a hand in his pocket, "oh, no need to be so formal, my dear. I can understand the shock," he tilts his head at me, lips still curved, "you surely weren't expecting to be dancing with the prince and thought me to be someone else, no?"

I look at him and stare in silence. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.

Everything was suddenly so real, and it was making my mind and my heart race.

Aegon watches this and clears his throat loudly.

It does not help anyone.

Daemon raises his brows at me in expectation, placing his other hand in his pocket as he leans on one leg.

I open my mouth. A second passes before I mutter, "I thought you were my pretty boy."

His lips spread into a toothy grin. Airy chuckles leave him, "I can be your pretty boy."

When he extends his hand out to me, it was like the heavens opened and I could hear the angels sing.

This was the moment I have been waiting for since that day that I came back to life and kissed him goodbye with a promise of finding him in his next one.

My breath was heavily taxed when I lifted my hand.

My soul nearly leaves me when I jolt in shock over the sound of a record scratching and jumping, repeating over and over again.

In that moment, I am hit by an epiphany. I am so overwhelmed with emotions that I could barely breathe. The sight of Daemon before me brought tears to my eyes. This was all I ever wanted, and yet-- and yet-- I was drowning. I could not breathe properly.

"I..." I shudder, making Daemon's face fall, "I have to go," I mutter through a strained breath.

Daemon knits his brows, shifting in his spot with his hand still out, "what?"

Aegon watched with tightly knit brows as I ran out of the room.

The prince drops his hand and spins on his heels, eyes locked on the runaway. His nostrils flare as his face contorts in confusion, "wait! Stop! Where are you going?!"

I heave heavily as I push past people on my way out. I am absolutely winded when I exit the establishment, hands shivering from both the cold and the nerves that were getting to me in this moment.

I walk aimlessly farther out, down to the lawn that was now dark, since it was gods-know-what hour.

"Wait!"

My heart drops.

I spin around when someone grabs my wrist. My heart is still quick in my chest when I see Daemon, heaving. His short, light hair was slightly tousled in its place. He knits his brows at me, tilting his head, "you dare leave your prince, Cinderella?"

My jaw hangs low.

He releases a sigh, shaking his head, "I forbid it."

Seeing him here and now made everything feel more Real with a capital R.

Daemon adjusts his grip on my wrist, pulling his hand back, so that he was now holding my hand.

I look at him, blinking the glassiness of my eyes away, still in shock of his presence. A million questions were running through my head, and I was glad to be able to even have the mind to ask one in this moment, "do you know me, Daemon?"

He tilts his head upon hearing this, brows knitting, lips curving. He releases a chuckle at the lack of formality and how haphazard the question was, but finds himself further drawn because of it, "no," he shakes his head, "but I would love to know you."

Hearing the words come out of his mouth shatters something in me.

He did not know me.

I turn away from him as I try to even my breath. I retreat my hand and step back as a shiver runs down my spine.

And yet here he was, chasing after me.

Daemon steps forward to make up for the space between us, "don't leave. Come back inside with me. I'll give you my coat, then you can boast that the prince of Valyria gave it to you."

I continue stepping back as I shake my head, "you don't understand," I mutter under my breath in High Valyrian.

"Then make me understand," he retorts in the same tongue with a chuckle as he shakes his head and takes a wide stride over to me, grabbing my hand again.

I gasp at the warmth of his touch. When I turn back to him, tears have finally fallen from my eyes.

Daemon's face hardens at the sight of it. His hand reaches out to my face, wiping the wetness away. The sight of his torn expression tears at me, bringing me more tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asks in High Valyrian.

I do not get to reply, as suddenly there is a loud burst from behind us, commanding both our attentions.

It's Aegon. He busted through the door with my things in his hand. Upon catching the sight of the two of us, he freezes, breathing heavily as the looks out.

Daemon's expression hardens; his grip on me tightens. He turns to me, jealousy coating his mouth when he catches I where I am looking, "is that your pretty boy?"

I do not reply to him as Aegon walks over.

Daemon pulls me close to him. I look up at him with teary eyes. Aegon looks between us, jaw tense as he hands me my bag, coat, and newspaper.

"Thank you, bartender," Daemon dismisses, patting Aegon on the shoulder, before turning from him to face me again.

When I catch Aegon's face, I finally have the wits to move.

I pull away from Daemon to put my coat on. I swallow a heavy lump in my throat at feel of the stares of the two men.

Once I have my coat on, I pull a card from my bag, handing it to Daemon. He wastes no time in taking it from me, immediately scrutinizing it.

"I'd..." I start, taking a deep breath, "like to see you again."

Daemon's eyes dart to me, breaking into a smile.

Butterflies explode in my stomach at the sight of him.

Aegon's face tenses.

I release a breath before asking, "when are you fr-"

"Whenever," Daemon blurts. He places the card in the breast pocket of his white shirt, "I'm free whenever."

I nod slowly at his words, "I have work tomorrow, but I do have a long lunch at 12-

"I'll call you a 11:55."

I purse my lips at his words, trying to hold back my chuckle, but failing, "11:55?"

Daemon grins, nodding once, "on the dot."

I chuckle, turning to my feet as I nod at his words, "11:55 then."

"On the dot," he nods, extending a hand out to rub his thumb on my cheek.

I turn to him just as Daemon pulls away and stuffs his hands back in his pockets, "I'll walk you."

I shake my head, turning to Aegon, who was still standing there, watching the whole interaction between us, "you don't have to. I have a car parked nearby."

"Then I'll walk you to your car."

I turn back to Daemon, who then offers his arm out to me. I smile, unable to deny him, or myself, of the offer. I take his arm, and the next moment, he leads us off.

I turn over my shoulder, raising a hand at Aegon while I offer him a smile, "see you, Aegon."

Aegon watches as I turn back.

There is a twisted feeling inside him that grows. He mutters softly. It is too soft for anyone but himself to hear, "see you."

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[jacevelaryonswife]

► How would they be on a date? — Modern Headcanons 「AU」

pairing: Aegon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader (the famous big three).

a/n: I usually don't detail reader's appearance to try to cover a larger number of people. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

warnings: mentions of sex.

Modern headcanons masterlist!

— Aegon ↺

The first thing to settle: Most of the time Aegon invites girls on a date he just wants casual sex. However, there are certain exceptions.

Asking girls out was never a problem. He's attractive, cool and knows how to flirt like nobody else.

And what did he usually follow as his mantra on dates? Nice and expensive place, look good visually and ALWAYS pay the bill.

Aegon would pick you up at home with his impressive car and cocky posture. He's a bitch and knows how to take advantage of it. His hand would land on your thigh eventually, and if you reacted well, he'd squeeze your skin with a smirk on his lips and keep his hand there until you reached your destination.

He doesn't hide it as well as he thinks he does about getting in your pants, which can be a problem for some girls who want something serious — he usually ignores this type.

But you're a smart girl who knows his intentions. Going on a date with Aegon means stepping up the waxing and buying extra condoms. The guy is really a thing in bed.

He flirts most of the date, but he's also funny and enjoys (or pretends to) listen to you talk. When it comes to his life, we can say that he is quite wealthy and carefree.

Aegon doesn't think he's the type of guy who needs to objectively and persistently flirt to get you, but that's exactly who he is in the end (sometimes almost inconvenient).

At the end of the date he takes you to his incredibly modern and cool apartment, and once you're through the door he's going to be a fucking tease.

Aegon likes to tease, play, and guide you in bed. He finger your clit to drive you crazy, pinch your breasts and devour your neck like a thirsty man. He likes to have fun with your body and feel the squeeze when you come. It's sexy and he loves to see your face curl with pleasure.

There's a high chance he'll ask you to fuck your ass.

Usually he doesn't see a problem if a girl stays by a night — he even likes to sleep cuddling. And you find out he's a really heavy sleeper.

— Jace ↺

Our boy Jace is the dream date. It took a while for him to ask you out for fear of taking things too quickly, but when he did, oh, wait for something really good.

Like a true gentleman, he stopped by your house to pick you up and took care to choose a romantic and cool place who you don’t know, or somewhere of your preference/suggestion.

He is concerned and cute in trying to make you comfortable. Jace can handle girls, but he's not as confident (or bold) as Aegon.

He's charming, funny, and sets out to entertain you and make you laugh all night long — and he really does.

It's one of the best dates you'll ever have, and at the end of the night neither of you wants to leave. Therefore, there is a high possibility that you will go somewhere nice and beautiful in the middle of the night.

A beach, a busy street, something aesthetic that will stay in your memory.

He doesn't want to be another guy who walks into your life to fuck you up and walk away. Definitely not.

Jace doesn't feel like he needs to sleep with you at the end of the date, as if all goes well he'll probably call you again, but if you want to he is game. He hates the thought of having sex with you in his car — after all, you deserve a better seat — but if you tease him it really can happen and he gets super horny watching you ride him fast and hard.

In a bed he would be gentle and would probably be on top all warm, red and anxious above you. He couldn't be cuter when he smiles affectionately before sliding into you, and you'll swear he's so sexy when he closes his eyes and focuses on the moment.

It's a magical night and he loves it when you hug him after sex as he hugs you back and plants kisses and caresses on your face, hair and shoulder. The next day he smiles at you openly and kisses your forehead, and he's sure there will be more dates with you.

— Aemond ↺

A date with Aemond is a social experiment.

If he asked you out it's because he's really interested in you (focus on the word really, it’s important).

He's mysterious and reserved and at first you think he's not your type, but then boom, you were totally into him.

Aemond isn't as comfortable (or incovinient) with girls as Aegon or Jace, so he does his best to hide his nervousness to the point where you don't notice. He is polite and speaks directly to you, and throughout the date you are the only focus of the night.

Everything he does is meticulous and well planned, whether it's the choice of place or time or clothes. He has no problem letting you choose the place, in fact it's even interesting to see how you are in your habitat.

The conversation with him rarely dies and he always shows his intelligence in different subjects, mainly in flirting. Aemond is not a cheap conqueror, if he flirts with you it will be in an exquisite way that makes you open a satisfied smile. He also doesn't like to flirt in public, preferring only you to know what's going on.

He doesn't mind kissing or having sex with you after dates, he respects your time and if you reciprocate the interest, further dates will ensue.

However, if he dares to touch your face or body for a long time it means that later in the night he will be delighting between your legs.

He is an riddle to be solved, for even though he is restrained and methodical, Aemond manages to be fire and blood. He kisses you firmly when you're in his room, maintaining a dominant posture the entire time. You feel like you could melt when you start fuck, he's so determinedly good and attentive, his body so defined. He's fucking sculptural.

He makes you feel free to leave if you want, but he can't hide the satisfied look in his eyes when you lay on his chest after the amazing night you've had.

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[madame-fear]

Y/N: Aegon... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Modern!Aegon: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/N: Y/N: I wrote sanitize, Aegon.

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[fandomsoverlife]

Modern!Aemond with a s/o who speaks so softly to everyone, and smiles at anyone who makes eye contact with them. Someone who’s sweet to grocery store clerks and random people in public, who just naturally pulls people to them and responds warmly.

While Aemond stands next to them stoic as ever, only changing expression when his gaze falls to his s/o, a completely lovestruck man who wears a smile.

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[vhagarlovebot]

Do you have any little headcannons on modern Aegon having a crush on Aemonds girlfriend??? I just think it’s kinda cute

modern!aegon having a crush on his brother’s girlfriend headcanons.

aegon didn’t plan for that to happen. but it happened and he’s ashamed.

it all started at a party one night. modern!aegon, as usual, had drunk too much and was trying to make it to the bathroom when you found him struggling to walk up the stairs. you stayed beside him while he emptied his stomach and until he fell asleep tucked in his bed.

the next morning modern!aegon woke up with the world’s worst hangover, and it didn’t help that the first thing he saw when he entered the kitchen was you. it also didn’t help that you made him something really special to get rid of the hangover.

and that day you were extra caring, extra attentive, extra fucking cute to him. even defending him of his brother —your boyfriend— when he began to say how much of a piece of shit he is.

from then on, modern!aegon knew he has fucked.

you spend a lot of time in their apartment and that did not bother him before, but it started to be a problem when every morning he found you in the kitchen sitting on the counter sipping coffee, “how did you sleep?” leaving your perfect rounded lips.

at first modern!aegon didn’t know why he was waking up so early. but then he realized it was because of you, because he liked your morning conversations, without someone constantly making him feel like a total loser.

it seemed you didn’t mind what everyone says of him, not even what his brother might confide in you. and when he finally found the courage to ask you why, you simply answered that “i have my own opinions and i know you are a good person. too damaged and making a lot of bad decisions, but you are good. deep down.”

modern!aegon avoided you like plague for the next week after that because who do you think you are? saying things like that and expecting not to cause something in him. how is it possible for you to see some good in him when he sees himself like the worst person who has ever walked the earth?

too bad for him because it didn’t end there.

then modern!aegon started to notice that every time you smile, your lips curl a little more to the left and that you always play with the lid of your lip–balm when you are nervous.

and modern!aegon started to blush just by seeing you smile at him, and also every time you ask how his day went, or when you remember something he said a while back when he thought no one was paying attention.

and modern!aegon began questioning himself because what the fuck is wrong? he’s like a completely different person when you are around. and his brother started to notice that too, finding it amusing and teasing him.

because modern!aegon would flee the room if you enter, would avoid making eye contact with you, he would be just a total mess around you.

and modern!aegon doesn’t do a good job hiding it but you are too oblivious to notice.

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[fan-goddess]

Sugar daddy!aegon x reader au?

Authors note: Yeah sure I’ll definitely try! I kinda adjusted it so it’s still technically sugar daddy!Aegon but with a sort of relationship with it as well… it’s complicated. Also the plot is kinda similar to my onset patience, but we’ll just ignore that…

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,

Warnings: Sugar daddy stuff, allusions to smut, some angsty stuff, some fluffy stuff

The sound of your phones notifications made your heart pick up, and when you read them your face just instantly brightened.

You’d met Aegon on an official sugar baby app a few months ago. He was a little older yes, but he was honestly the nicest person when you’d begun to talk to him, and it helped he was somehow both the cutest and the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

You hadn’t done anything like being a sugar baby before in your life, but the recent increase in the economy meant your life had gotten ten times harder, in every way that was possible. Soon, the pay you got at your simple job wasn’t cutting it, and the bills were piling up, as well as the worry of paying for your schooling.

One of your coworkers, a darling woman only a few years older who you’d confessed your money issues to, had recommended the app. Claiming she’d used it during her own schooling years and it payed well. All you needed to do was know who was a creep and who was actually a sweetheart.

When you had downloaded it, at first the app had just stayed unopened for weeks. Merely sitting there in your home screen, practically mocking you whenever you went past it. The bright pink colour of the icon effortlessly drawing your attention to it every time. You only opened it by accident, only after you went to go into your camera app to take some random picture, and yet when you realised you were looking at the log in screen for the app, you just couldn’t find yourself closing the app. Instead, you took a deep breath while staring at the screen, and filled out the necessary information with nervous breaths.

It’d been a couple days before you received your very first message. An ordinary looking guy at first glance, who according to his profile was in his forties and worked in a high position in a kind of security firm. Though when you opened the message, you found no helloes no asking how your day was. Instead, his first message was him just wanting to know if you would be interested in sending him some feet pics. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever blocked anyone faster than what you did then. Still, you didn’t get any more notifications from the app for a while, and even though you didn’t necessarily want the app in the first place, you must admit that your self esteem certainly went a little down hill.

However, a couple more weeks had passed when you woke up with a message request saying someone was interested, and when you looked at his profile, you honestly felt your cheeks become deep red with blush. He had a silvery-blonde hair colour that you’d never seen on anyone before, and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of purple that made them look almost lavender. When you finally stopped gawking at the profile and looked at what he’d sent you, silently praying that it wouldn’t be like the first time, you’d been so relieved to have been greeted with just a simple hello with a matching emoji. It was so simple, and yet you found it so easily adorable as well.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and it wasn’t long till you found yourself answering to him and actually talking to him. Again, you were nervous he’d try and sneak in questions on feet, but the relief hit you hard when no conversations like that even happened. In all honesty, it didn’t even feel like you were talking to a sugar daddy. If felt like you were taking to a friend.

Though that friend bubble needed to be broken, and soon the topic of why the both of you were on the app came up. You’d confessed how you were in money troubles, and Aegon told you about his desire to treat someone with a kind of kindness that he never really received. He said that he liked to feel like he was wanted, even if it was for money, which is all honestly made you quite sad for him, and when you told him your concerns about that he just brushed it off quickly, as if he was used to it.

Though soon, an agreement was made between the two of you. He’d take you out for all these nice things, get to parade you proudly at family events and in return, he’d pay you for your time generously and get to treat you every so often.

One of the guidelines of the app when you first signed up included answering whether you’d be interested in having sexual relations with your sugar daddy, and you’d ticked yes with the image of this gorgeous older man in mind. You were almost tempted to change it after the feet guy, but you were glad you didn’t. Aegon had made it clear he’d never force you to have sex with him, a fact you were grateful of. Yet even so, there was this sort of line between the both of you that every so often kept getting smudged and blurred.

If you could’ve, you probably would’ve blamed Aegon and his stupidly pretty face. The first time it happened, he’d taken you to some high class bar, and of course as Aegon did he bought some very expensive wine. You were never good handling your drink, and Aegons flirtatious words that you usually would just slyly answer back with a smile, became too much for tipsy you as your face began to go warm and flush a deep red as you began to heavily flirt back with a hand on his arm. Sober you the next morning, while you laid in bed naked under the sheets with your legs numb after cumming around five times, couldn’t help but feel an immense pride as the image of Aegons flustered smiles came to memory.

Though soon that line got crossed over again, then again, then again. Until nearly every time Aegon took you out for a meal with his family or some kind of business type of situation, it ended in him driving you home, then fucking you stupid either in the car or in your or his bed.

It was a similar type of deal today, as tonight was a family dinner that Alicent claimed was arranged months ago. However, unbeknownst to her it was also the year anniversary of when you agreed to be Aegons sugar baby, and if the both of you had been able to have your way then there’s no doubt of mind the evening would’ve been spent by ordering food in and putting on a random movie the two of you could make fun of.

After Alicent had called him to remind him, Aegon had made sure to let you know that he wasn’t forcing you to go to this, and that he could most likely handle the evening by himself. But to his surprise, you’d persisted and actually said it’ll be nice to see his relatives. “I swear I’ll pay you like, five times I usually do darling! Fuck I am so lucky to have you!” He exclaimed pecking at your forehead with small kisses in gratitude. You can’t deny the slight twinge in you guy that you felt at the reminder of him paying you, but it didn’t matter to you at that moment. Only Aegon currently mattered.

The piece currently laying on your bed in front of you was something Aegon had suggested. A little thing he joked would help get the both of you through the no doubt soul sucking dinner with his family. It was a basic piece, just a red lace set of a matching bra and panties. Yet when you showed him what they looked like on you in the store, you could see it in his eyes that he was on the very edge of being brought on his knees from the sight alone.

When you put it on and posed with it in front of the mirror just now, you could’ve help but feel slightly excited for what’ll possibly happen later. You pare the piece with a deep blue dress that Aegon always compliments you in, and when you get the text to let you know that he’s waiting for you downstairs, you can’t help the smile and the slight blush from appearing.

As you step out of your building and look around, it’s not hard to spot the near comical looking gold painted car that Aegon had affectionately nicknamed Sunfyre. It’s a ridiculous looking thing to see you have to admit, but it’s such an Aegon car that you can’t help but secretly adore it.

When you get in, Aegon gives a small teasing whistle while he looks you up and down in appreciation. “Fuck baby… gonna make me wanna stay in and have you for dinner…” he grins. “Did you wear the piece?” You choose to not directly answer, and instead you simply pull the sleeve of your dress down slightly to reveal the contrasting red fabric with a cheeky smile. “Good girl” He smiles before placing a possessive hand on your thigh and starting the car before driving in the direction of the restaurant.

When you get two eventually get there, you’re both greeted with Alicents smiling face. It’s sort of funny that Alicent doesn’t know how you and Aegon really met, or the real contact of the two of yous relationship. If she ever did find out how you met, she’d probably lose her mind.

For the rest of the night, you play the part of the loving and doting girlfriend to perfection. You make sure to talk to Helaena about her current affairs, and when Alicent attempts to inquire more about your and Aegons early relationship before he introduced you to them all, you make these stories sound so real that there’s even an almost wistful tone in your voice. You can even see Aegon looking at you out of the corner of your eyes with an almost saddened look, yet still you choose to ignore it and continue on with the night.

By the end, Alicent makes sure to let you know that she loves you, and talks all about how much she looks forward to making you an official daughter of hers. As much as the idea makes your stomach twist, you have to awkwardly laugh it off and move backwards towards the car while Aegon makes quick work of distracting her while she begs for some more grandchildren. When you get in, you turn the radio on to some random station and wait for Aegon to get in and start the car.

“I’ve transferred you the money, you wanna stay at mine or stay at yours?” He asks as he starts the car and drives off.

“I got an early class tomorrow, so mine please Aeg.” You smile, turning to him to speak before looking back out of the window to the scenery.

The rest of the car ride is filled only with the sound of some cheesy pop song playing on the radio, while you attempt to pass the time by variating between looking out the window and scrolling aimlessly on Instagram. You can still see Aegon peeking over at you every so often, and still you just pretend like you don’t see it.

Though when Aegon places a hand on your upper thigh, you can’t deny the warm feeling you feel in your lower belly, and in turn like a reflex you place your own hand on his, and lazily stroke a finger on the warm skin.

It’s late that night, when you find sleep eluding you can’t help yourself from tossing and turning in your bed. A couple times you even find yourself reaching out for Aegons warmth, and feel even more miserable every time when your hand makes contact with the cool sheets.

It’s around half eleven though when there’s a strange knock on the door, and when you answer it in your silk nightgown, you can’t even hide surprise on your face when your eyes make contact with Aegons.

“What are you doing here?” The breathless tone you speak in surprises even you.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Aegon mutters. He’s dressed in casual clothing, but he obviously didn’t dress himself with style as an intention, cause if you weren’t as tired as you were you’d joke he looked like Valyrian Adam Sandler. His eyes are drawn to the floor, and when you look down too you can’t hide the amusement when you realise he’s actually looking at the skin of your legs. “Needed to see you, as I missed you…” You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest and the small smile you can’t resist when you hear Aegons confession, cause it’s just what you were feeling half an hour ago yourself.

You can’t deny it for both for him and yourself as you step aside and motion for him to come in. Aegon trails in as you shut the door and lock it behind him, and yet he does’t take much time to drag himself to your bed and strip himself down to his underwear and get under the covers.

When you walk back to your bedroom to join him, it’s almost as if it’s automatic when he opens his arms to welcome you in a cuddle, and when you do give in and let his arms surround you in a hug, you can’t help but smile in the comforts of his chest as his body heat seems to completely surround you, and you just get this feeling of safety rushing over you.

When you signed up to the sugar baby app, you never thought you’d meet a guy like Aegon, and as you feel yourself become sleepy with the mixed sound of his light snores and his heartbeat, you honestly don’t think you’d change or willingly drop this agreement for anyone else.

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[green-ajah-aes-sedai]

Modern!Drug Dealer!Aegon Targaryen II

For @writingsofwesteros

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