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dope-trope-105 · 2 months

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Self-destructive

Modern Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

A/N: I skipped to I'll Do Anything Aegon and the reader's future relationship, I don't think anyone is surprised by how this turns out, knowing what Aegon is like.

Summary: Cheating, manipulative, intense, self-destructive Aegon cannot change no matter how much he loves you. But he tries. You see his love for you in his jealousy and his violence, but you aren't sure if that's enough.

Warnings: Cheating, violence, mentions and indications of sex, mentions of drugs, blood, angst.

Word Count: 2.5k

Your relationship with Aegon was unconditional and sweet.

Deep into your relationship, you’d left to go to your parents for a month, literally on a different continent across the world, leaving behind the mess of a person that only your presence kept humane. Aegon cheated on you every single night he went out to a party, which was almost every night of the month. He went back to the heavy drinking, partying, senseless fucking and then living out the day like a zombie until the night. Every day, he'd wake up and remember the moment you two had in your house, how you took care of him in his grotesque state, how he promised to be good.

Of course, you'd call him and Facetime him from time to time. But it would be a late night for you and noon for him. He'd put on his best show, but he did feel better hearing your voice or seeing your face. You two wouldn’t talk for long, and the moment you'd hang up, Aegon would cry into your shirt. Your things were all over his room, and his infidelity suffocated him. His family was disappointed in him falling off the wagon, but not surprised.

He promised Aemond he'd tell you about it all, but you just looked so happy when you finally saw him at the airport, running straight into his arms. He didn't have the heart to tell you that day. "I missed you so much baby," you squealed. "I missed you too, so fucking much," he said, the widest grin plastered to his face. He handed you the small, brown, stuffed bear he got for you, his eyes gleaming. "You're so cute," you said.

Aegon decided to bring you straight to his house after that. He could wait another day. He looked at you as you went on and on about what you did, and he was listening so intently he'd never forget a word you said. Alicent hugged you the moment you came into her view, sharing a look with Aegon, who silently pleaded she wouldn't say anything. Nobody told you. Aemond looked disgusted when you finally disappeared into his room for the night, Aegon understood why his brother hated him. But he couldn't have his girl hate him.

His thoughts completely dissolved into nothing as your arms wrapped around his neck, lips hovering over his until he leaned in, sighing as he felt the comfort of your contact. The sex that day was slow, loving, and none of those other girls came even close to how you felt. You fell asleep soon, the jet lag getting to you. Your body was pressed against his chest, his arms tight around your waist, his hand cupping you breast as you slept peacefully. He'd brush the hair from your face, trace patterns all over your body, warmth filling his chest like nowhere else but how it did in your vicinity. He realised that day, he was alone without you. You were all he had.

You really were all he wanted. You were all he wasn't. You were pure, passionate in your work, and ambitious, you wanted to be an architect, for fuck's sake. "What type of architect do you want to be?" he'd ask you. And you'd go on a rant of every possible major you'd find interesting. You were singularly the best thing to happen to him. And he didn't deserve you one bit.

You turned around, sighing as your half asleep self called for him. "I'm right here baby, I'm right here," he said, your arms coming up to his chest as you basically climbed on top of him. "I'm right here," he whispered again, fingers running through your hair.

Aemond told you the next day at breakfast. "Aegon tell you about the cheating?" he simply asked as you all ate cereal together by their poolside. Both Aegon and Alicent's eyes shot up, your frame completely stilling. Helaena glanced nervously from Aegon to you. "Wha-what?" you stuttered. "Guess he didn't," Aemond shrugged, finishing the last of his breakfast and heading inside. "What's he talking about Aegon?" you asked. Alicent and Helaena left the table as Aegon began to explain. They watched from the living room as your shock turned to borderline agony.

By the time he was finished, you held your head in your hands, sobbing so hard you could barely breathe. "Baby I realise now-" he started, "Shut up," you said. You got up from the seat, tears streaming down your face. He stood up, grabbing your wrist. "Please, baby, just listen to me," he said, but you yanked your hands from him. "Fuck you," you cried. "You-you said, you said I was all you-" You couldn't complete your sentence as you completely broke down, letting him wrap his arms around you as you wailed into his chest.

"I knew-knew I shouldn't have been with you," you said in between cries. You were in so much pain, that Aegon wanted to kill himself. "You are all I want," he said again, trying to soothe you. "Liar," you said, still not pushing him away. "They didn't mean anything, all I saw was you, all I wanted was you," he told you, cradling you in his arms as your tears fell, whimpers falling from you at his words. "Why would you fuck them if you wanted me," you asked, not daring to lift your head because you knew, the moment you looked into his eyes, it would disgust you and you’d want to leave, but his arms were the only thing holding you together, you had no one else who would support you if you left his arms. "All I wanted was you, baby," he said again. And you didn't know why you listened to him, but you did. You let him soothe your aching heart. You let him comfort you, and you let him remain in your life.

You holed up in his room the whole day after that, and he sat beside you. Aegon silently gazed at you as your hands fiddled with the bear he got you. Time and again, you would start sobbing, holding the bear close to you chest. You'd move away if he got too close, but you knew he was aware of your sheer vulnerability, that despite it being nauseating, you needed his presence. You hated him but he was all that held you together.

"How could you do it so many times?" you finally asked. "Mindless sex was all I knew before I met you," he said. "Wow, so that's how it is. I leave for one day and you cheat on me?" you asked, your voice thick and sore. "It wasn't one day," he whispered, and you scoffed. "I don't know which one of us is more pathetic," you said, your words cutting Aegon like a knife. "I'm a fucked up person, but I can't be without you," he said, hand reaching for your leg, which you pulled back, folding your legs and bringing your knees to your chest. "I hate you," you said, eyes closing as you felt your tears fall again.

"I'm all you have here," he said quietly, speaking the bitter truth as he looked up at you. "What?" you said, voice cracking. "You're all I want, and I'm all you have," he said, and he pulled you to him. You let him. "We're made for each other, stupid mindless sex with random chicks can't change that," he said, pulling you onto his lap. You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it. "I know, baby, I know. You're holier than thou, you don't like parties or drugs, but I do, and I shouldn't change that for a relationship that is meant to be," he said, fingers removing your hair from your face. He wiped your tears.

"What the fuck are you saying?" you asked. "That I'm yours, and I didn't cheat on you because that wasn't my intention. I was just filling my time," he said. "Infidelity is a hobby now?" "no, sex is," "Where is this coming from?" you asked in disbelief.

"Will you break up with me?" he asked. You hated herself as you shook your head. "You can't do this again. Mindless or not, I won't be in a relationship if I'm not respected," you said. But you felt your self-esteem slipping away as he nodded, kissing away your tears. The sex was raw that day, raw with emotion. Your self-hate, your love for Aegon, your confusion, all of that was fucked out of you, time and again until you passed out. You slept away the night on his chest. You woke up early the next morning, and Aegon dropped you back home.

Your relationship with Aegon wasn’t unconditional and sweet anymore.

Aegon would be too tired to drop you at Uni, no matter how much he insisted on driving you everywhere, but he'd always be there to pick you up. He had gone here as well, and he had a reputation. People would whisper as he'd come into sight. Your roommate, Bailey, was nice, you made a few friends, but that was the extent. Most guys stayed off you, they avoided you like the plague. All except a guy named Edgar. Edgar Tyrell was a classic A-grade asshole.

You would usually sit at an unassigned-assigned seat outside the building, doing your studying. And Edgar would always find himself hovering around you. He'd wolf-whistle as you’d walk by, his mates shoving him or shushing him. He'd walk by your seat making obscene gestures. You ignored him, it was harmless enough, you thought. And then you found yourself crying in Aegon's arms when you opened your phone one day to find your face very obviously photoshopped on a porn actress giving head. It was meant to be a joke, the tweet below it said, "boutta see you like dis soon baby," by Edgar and you were tagged. Your socials flooded after that. Aegon didn't say anything, he only you as you cried herself to sleep.

The next day, you dressed in a simple outfit, black full sleeve top, blue jeans, black boots, and a scarf to cover the dark purple trail of hickeys Aegon left the day before yesterday. You tied your hair into a simple pony and did some makeup. "Bye baby," you said, kissing Aegon's sleeping form. Aegon's driver dropped you as you had stayed the night. You attended your first two classes and went to your seat outside. You sipped on a smoothie as you tried to study, but only stared off into space, almost wincing everytime you noticed someone whispering, knowing full well it was about you. You opened twitter to see some people were thinking that you were actually in a relationship with that slimy fuck. And with the universe playing on the worst of your fears, he strolled into the park whistling.

"You saw my tweet last night?" he asked, looking like the ugliest fucker ever. Some of his friends sat a little far away on one of the hedges, looking over cautiously. You wondered if they ever actively tried to stop him. Your attention was brought back to him as he grabbed your jaw.

"When are you gonna put the pretty mouth around me baby?" he asked. "Don't touch me," you spat, yanking his hand off your face.

"She speaks, gentlemen," he mocked.

And then he yelped as he was grabbed by the back of his collar and thrown onto the ground. His shock dissolved into screams of pain as Aegon punched him repeatedly. His face was a bloody mess by the time you actually got up. "Aegon?" you asked, unphased by the violence but confused by his presence. You didn't get too close. You’d seen Aegon in bar fights. No reason to involve yourself. But the crowd that had gathered around them was too much for you.

"Aegon, baby it's fine," you said, slowly reaching for him. "Aegon," you said, and he finally stopped, turning around to look at her with eyes blown wide in anger.

"It was just a joke, he's harmless," you said, grabbing his bloody fists.

"Harmless?" he scoffed in disbelief. He kicked Edgar on his stomach. Spitting on him the blood in his mouth, only injury he managed to cause Aegon.

"And what the fuck are you wearing this for?" he asked her, yanking away your scarf.

"Let them see you're mine." he said.

He walked away, hand dipping into his jacket to take out a flask. Your fingers lightly brushed over the trail of hickeys he left on you, knowing they spread across your breasts and thighs too. Aegon was a master of his art, and by that you meant bruises, either hickeys spread all over your body, or on the faces of guys who thought they could fuck with him. You looked down at Edgar, groaning in pain. You crouched, pretending to comfort him. You moved some of the hair stuck on his face. "Told you not to touch me," you simply said, getting up and packing your things. The crowd dissipated once you left. You walked in Aegon's direction, finally finding him leaning on his car as he smoked a cigarette. He looked much more calm and collected than how he did five minutes ago. He watched you walk to him.

"What the fuck was that Aegon?" you asked, snatching your scarf from him and adjusting it.

"Why do you have to hide that?" he asked, gazing at you as she tried to cover each and every hickey.

"What, so my professors can look at them and phone home for fucking abuse?" you asked.

"Why are you so mad?" he asked.

"You beat a guy bloody for me," you sighed.

"I did, and I'd do it again, the fucker doesn't get to make my princess cry," he said, flicking off the cigarette as he grabbed you by the waist.

"I'm calling Aemond," you sighed, pulling away from him.

"What's that twat got to do with anything?" he asked, removing the scarf much more carefully this time, pressing small kisses on all the hickeys he could spot. You sighed at the feeling.

"Stop," you said. "I saw your cocaine stash this morning, the one you promised me you got rid of," you said, tensing when he stilled. But then he continued, kissing you on the delicate spot between your neck and collarbone.

"I forgot baby, I'll throw it out today," he said.

"Two things, Aegon, no drugs and no cheating, that's all I ask," you said.

"And I give them to you, along with a thousand other things you don't ask for," he said, now sucking harshly, almost making you moan out in the feeling.

"Aegon, we can't do this on uni grounds," you said, feeling his hard-on on your thigh.

"Watch me," he said. Opening the front door of his car and completely leaning back the seat before lying on it, following his word despite your hesitation, his ever-obedient girlfriend. The tinted windows hid you two, but you doubted your sounds would be muffled.

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targaryen-dynasty · 5 months

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AEGON II TARGARYEN.

Sinful Revenge (x Aemond)

“After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place.”

Sweet Poison

“Cregan Stark was a decent man, but your heart yearned for the man from whom this marriage would tear you away. Yet you were ignoring him to keep the liaison between you a secret – much to your uncle’s infuriation.”

Wildest Dreams

“Neither of you would have thought you‘d ever end up like this — dating for hardly a year and you pregnant with Aegon‘s child. Yet he still has another surprise up his sleeve.“

Redamancy

"It’s his body against yours, his scent wafting off of him, and his hand slowly inching between your legs that drive you to full consciousness. Heat starts to ignite at the apex of your legs as your mind wanders from the calmness of your sleep to your insatiable husband."

Tipping Point

"Aegon's Helaena’s older brother, and ever since he’s switched teams to join the Oldtown Saints, people rarely see him around. It’s clear that his presence somewhat catches you by surprise. There hasn't been anything happening between the two of you, however, it has been more than dangerously close at more than one of Alicent Targaryen’s famous family dinners."

A Dragon to Share

"For a fortnight, you’ve been spending your nights with Aemond and Aegon. But what happens, if there’s yet another uncalled visitor joining you? Improper revelations lead to the fulfilling of a long-buried desire of yours."

Drabbles.

No. 1 | No. 2 (x Aemond)

MASTERLIST NAVIGATION.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aegon the usurper #aegon the second #aegon targaryen ii #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #aegond #aemond x aegon #asoiaf #modern asoiaf #modern a song of ice and fire #a song of ice and fire

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arnaerr · 1 year

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oblivion coffee shop AU inspired by the d*ck coffee I've got recently in the local café. Lucien is a fancy lawyer (with the ''better call Saul''like ADs) , Tavi is a shitty punk working part-time as a barista to scrape money for a new guitar.

I'm cringe but I'm free

#tes #the elder scrolls #oblivion #dark brotherhood #lucien lachance #tavi #original character #hero of kvatch #my art #IVE BEEN LAUGHING SO HARD WHILE DRAWING THIS OMG #ari thank you for the support and the ideas <3 #modern au #tacien

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qldqueerboy · 1 month

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It is one of those days when your strong opinions about the behaviour of a person is about to be shattered. The disruptive energy they demonstrate around you gets washed away in feelings of compassion and love. It is as if you are beginning to understand them with fresh eyes and cherish how much value they actually make in your life rather than just a constant thorn in your side.

#Runes for Modern Life #rune cards #rune card reading #rune card reader #elder futhark #elder futhark runes #runic alphabet #runic divination #message for the collective #divination #fortune telling #fortune teller #gay pagan

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t00thpasteface · 1 year

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hey @wispstalk thanks for letting me draw your post

#art #comic #tes #the elder scrolls #oblivion #martin septim #hero of kvatch #tes oc #oc suzy #modern au

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wizard-irl · 1 year

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Modern crystal healing: It opens your ~chakras~ you will attract ~abundance~ you will ~connect with the universe~

Medieval crystal healing: This shit makes you invisible, stops your periods from hurting, and makes your husband love you.

#chatter #Yes those are all taken from real medieval descriptions of crystals.#I can't remember the last one but the first two are topaz and carnelian.#I prefer older crystal healing sources I will not lie.#Its the fact that they're less vague and more confident about their assumptions.#I have read modern (70s) crystal healing books and they are INCOMPREHENSIBLE.#The thing about these books from the 70s is that if you follow the citation chain of modern books they all lead back to them.#I don't know how you could get any useful information from Healing “diamonds are so strong they cause cancer” Stoned.#Want medieval rock information?#Hildegarde von Bingen's Physica and Albert the Great's De Mineralibus.#English translations: Priscilla Throop and Dorothy Wyckoff respectively because I've read those.#Physica includes a lot more than crystals and Throop's translation is easy to read so I recommend it in general.#Wyckoff's De Mineralibus contains a lot of interesting footnotes that explain what Albert could've been referring to.#Because shockingly in a society without ways to definitively test minerals sometimes every green rock is an emerald.#Bonus: Want some Roman crystal knowledge? Pliny the Elder's Natural History volume 11.#||#witch #witchblr #witch memes #witchcraft #crystal witch #crystals #witch meme

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froggo-tea · 14 days

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Small post, the bugs are playing their instruments again!! Their hands could do better work but I freaking love these doodles

Galien would play the drums but I didn’t have the space to draw him lol (and idk how to draw Marmu and Gorb playing any instrument-)

#bugs playing instruments #we love the old series coming back #of course it’s the dream warriors I love them #hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #hk xero #hk #hk markoth #hk elder hu #hk no eyes #hk dream warriors #hk modern au

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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out of all of viserys’ kids (daeron/nyra included) on a night out, who’s unconscious on the bar, who’s dancing on the tables, who’s gone to hook up with the bartender, who’s singing bad karaoke and who’s the designated driver?

(and why is the last one aemond?)

helaena is dancing on the tables like the free queen she is. she's either dead sober or on lsd but either way she's thriving.

aegon swore up and down he could out-drink a random stranger and folded after like two drinks. he's passed out on the table. the stranger was cregan stark. northmen are made of stronger stuff.

rhaenyra is in the back room hooking up with the bartender. the bartender is harwin and her opening move was to call him a whore (he was very much into it).

daeron is singing karaoke very badly. despite this there is a throng of admirers around him who genuinely believe he's the next beyoncé.

aemond didn't even want to come. his bedtime was three hours ago and he made it everyone's problem on the way there.

but here he is, trying to get helaena off the tables before she falls and breaks her leg. waking aegon up and getting him a trash bin before he vomits on the floor and gets them kicked out. texting rhaenyra a reminder to use protection. videotaping daeron for future blackmail purposes.

aemond later somehow ends up behind the bar covering for harwin the bartender. aegon resurrects from the dead for just long enough to take a video of him yelling at a drunk middle-aged lady.

the video goes viral on twitter.

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meowmeowriley · 1 month

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There are two bold claims I've made here on Tumblr that nobody has disputed.

1) Soap is an Aries

2) Ghost is an emo piece of shit

And I love that.

But there's a third headcanon that I hold near and dear to my heart, and I need more people to get on board with it.

And that is that Gaz is a spider-girl monster fucker.

C'mon people.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #john soap mactavish #aries #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley is an elder emo #elder emo #kyle gaz garrick #monsterfucker!gaz #spidergirlmonsterfucker #call of duty #modern warfare #text post #fanfic #cod headcanons #headcanon #i will die on this hill

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blackmetalsnake · 6 months

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bonus:

#tes #the elder scrolls #tesblr #oblivion #dark brotherhood #lucien lachance #damienus varino #lumienus #modern!AU #my art #art #artists on tumblr #tes oc #oc #hero of kvatch #champion of cyrodiil #SURGEON LUCIEN SURGEON LUCIEN SURGEON LUCIEN

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dope-trope-105 · 7 months

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Sick Animal

Modern Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

A/N: I've written this in Aegon's POV while still sort of writing in the second person. All text is what's happening in Aegon's mind. He's a little obsessive and a little delusional here.

Summary: Love is love to Aegon, it isn't about your age or your willingness, love is only beautiful, and he wants you to have it all.

Warnings: Paedophilia, Voyeurisme, Obsession.

Word Count: 3.6k

Aegon had gone through quite a bit of trouble for you. You were such a little bitch sometimes, he thought you didn’t deserve it. But as you walked into the large banquet hall in your pretty blue dress, your white heels and a little white purse, eyes unfocused as you let your parents greet everyone, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, and he felt it in his heart that all the trouble was worth it.

The first time Aegon met you, you were only twelve. And he was nineteen. And no, he wasn’t a sick animal, he didn’t want you then. His father loved you father, they were business partners, but moreover, the closest of friends. He met you at a party, you were wearing jeans with a black top, you weren’t fashionable, your hair was a mess, and your makeup was half off. You were having fun with that idiot Jace. But he saw something in you, maybe it was the way you smiled, or the way your dark hair contrasted with your face or the two seconds where you made eye contact with him before turning away. He felt something.

He tried to brush it off, but the more he saw you, the more that feeling grew. It was when you came over to his house that you struck conversation with him. Your parents were busy talking with his parents, and Helaena and Aemond were not home. So his dad forced him to sit with you. You were beautiful for a twelve-year-old girl. Twelve is an awkward age, he knew for sure. But you put in effort to look good, and it showed. You styled your hair right, and you wore a little makeup, it suited you. At first, it had been awkward, very awkward. But Aegon saw you smoothing your hand with your own thumb, a way to comfort yourself before you cleared your throat and introduced yourself. But once you struck conversation, you got comfortable with him. You just sat there and talked for hours, as if you were on a date, sitting by his poolside in the sun. You wore a dark blue top but he could see the faint outline of the curve of your breasts in the sun, he could see the bra you wore. You wore a short white skirt, and the curve of your thighs felt like they were calling out to him, for him to hold and squeeze and squish with his fingers till they were left bruised. It wasn’t sexual, it was just him observing you.

That was what he thought until he found himself jacking off to the image of the faint outline of the curve of your breasts in the sun, to the curve of your thighs. He brushed it off as nothing but a trick of his mind. You grew with the years, and you two remained close friends. You talked to him the most among his siblings, except Jace and Baela. You mixed with them well. But it was him you liked to talk to, he could see that. He would see your smile grow when he would walk into the room.

Your family had started coming over quite a bit, which Aegon was grateful for because whenever his parents went to yours, they usually never took him. Obviously, there was no reason to take him where he would have no one’s company but the teen girl, and he knew he couldn’t possibly tell them how much he craved it.

Your parents gifted you a Doberman puppy on your thirteenth birthday. He rarely saw you after that. At first, you excitedly brought him to their house when he was just a puppy, cradled in your arms like he was your own offspring. Something had changed. He’d never seen you this happy before. You called him ‘Pie’ which was vastly different from his name, Myers.

“I know it’s silly, but look at this face, how is he anything but pie,” you had told him, squeezing your face onto his, the dog enthusiastically returning your affection.

And then you stopped coming over. He didn’t see you for a very long time, and he couldn’t very well reach out to you, nor could he track your socials. And it would’ve been weird to ask your parents, though he supposed he would just appear curious to them, they didn’t know how he felt about their daughter. But thankfully that brat Jace asked them at one gathering.

“She’s busy with studies, plus she never wants to leave her dog alone now,” they had laughed.

He fucking hated that dog.

Aegon went to university again for three years, marking his mum’s third attempt at making him a successful businessman. Aegon partied for most of that time, experimenting with girls, drugs, and sometimes even studying. Thoughts about you would sometimes come into his mind. He couldn’t seem to see why this little girl came to his mind, what were you even worth? Girls threw themselves at him, wherever he went. Sexy girls, ugly girls, hot girls, beautiful girls, party girls, even the quiet ones, but it was you who was always at the back of his mind. As if that made it any better. It was like a nag to him, like an addiction calling out to him, waiting to be indulged in. You wanted him to come to you, he knew that. You were so sweet to him, it was obvious you wanted him.

But things had changed when he came back. You were sixteen now, and bratty personality to accompany it. Aegon remembered sitting in the passenger seat on his parent's Rolls Royce as Aemond drove them to your house. Helaena was still in college. He saw you only for a moment. You wore a grey tank top that fitted you like your own skin, he could see the outline of your bra, with loose black pants, though they still managed to capture the curve of your ass. You had sunglasses on, that you pushed higher up onto your nose, and he could see the long claw-like white nails that adorned your hands. Your hair was pulled back into a pony. You were walking in the opposite direction of the car, phone in one hand and Myers’ leash in the other. You didn’t give the car even a moment of your attention.

You had returned an hour later or so. Everyone had been sitting in the drawing room. Aegon heard you enter, though you took off Myers’ leash and went upstairs straight away, simply waving to his parents. And then you were gone, without even sparing him a single glance.

“You two can go say hi to her.”

Your mom had told him and Aemond a while later. Aegon was thankful that Aemond was too polite to refuse, and so the two brothers went upstairs.

“You can go say hi, I don’t feel like it,” Aemond had shrugged. Then he took out his phone and leaned against the wall. His brother’s horrible social skills worked out in his favour.

And so he opened the door to your room. The scent that hit him made Aegon want to curl up and die, to get lost in the scent forever. The room was large and spacious. Your bed was in the centre, comfortable-looking messy sheets thrown across it with multiple pillows at the head. Everything was white or in shades of such. Your dressing table was neatly organised with your things.

Aegon walked over to it, seeing his own face in the warmly lit mirror, looking out of place in such a homely environment. His fingers brushed over your hairbrush, and innumerable amounts of make-up sat organised in front of him. A large box with all different kinds of jewellery took up his attention, he noted your likeness for dainty necklaces. On the other side of the room was your desk, where many books and all kinds of stationary sat haphazardly arranged, a pile of chaos. You had taken up an interest in sciences, he had heard. And in the midst of everything that made you, you, he saw your sleeping figure.

He ignored the dog nestled against your side as he admired you. It seemed you had just taken a shower, you wore another tank top, it was black but it looked softer. His fingers reached out to touch the fabric. His hand slipped and his fingers made contact with your smooth skin instead. He ran his fingers over your collarbone, a smooth sigh escaping your lips which brought his attention to your face. Your face had changed too, it had hardened a bit. The childish roundness from your face had melted away, revealing high cheekbones, a slight shadow underneath, and your jaw and chin had become sharper as well. Even your nose stood out more, the light reflecting off its slightly rounded tip. Yet your eyes held a soft look, even closed, long lashes that made you look like a princess. And your soft pink lips that had always been slightly downturned.

He fought the urge to remove your blanket, to see what else had changed, and instead brushed his thumb over your lips. You sighed again. He bent down, breathing in your scent. You smelled how Molly made him feel. You smelled how it felt when his mother kissed his cheek, or when Aemond asked him for guidance. All extremely rare phenomena that almost felt like they couldn’t be recreated. He left you when the dog started to stir, ruining the moment between you two.

Aemond didn’t say anything when Aegon came out, simply following him as he went downstairs. They left soon, and Aegon found himself sulking in his seat. Until a blanket of silence took the car as the only sound was his mum and dad’s favourite jazz playing from the stereo. He looked back in the mirror to see them asleep, his dad’s arm around his mother's shoulders. His father was damn near twenty years older than his mum, yet they were happy. He knew despite being younger, his mother was the most grown-up person in the entire family. He loved her, and their relationship gave him hope for something of his own. Aemond was too polished to take his gaze off the road even once, so Aegon found comfort in his own seat, opening his phone to a picture where your face lay for him to look at however long he wished to. His camera had captured your softness perfectly, and you looked like an angel.

Aegon wanted you now. He was sure of it. And he was sure that there would be plenty of opportunity as well. Because the next day you came over with your parents. You were going on a cruise together. This had marked your first journey with him. And then the shit news was finally broken to Aegon. You kept to yourself. You were almost always on your phone, only exchanging polite nothings with his parents and himself. You weren’t interested in making conversation. He’d catch you sometimes on the phone, walking around in your flowy, see-through dresses, tempting him. But you spoke to someone else.

“Young relationships are baffling; it's as if they exist in a world all their own, never mind the rest of us.”

Your parents laughed, and his parents joined them. Aemond and Aegon watched from a distance, and you had just left the table to attend a call, marking this another meal where you abruptly left, and since this cruise had begun, moving towards completing the pattern of you leaving to go talk to your despicable boyfriend at every meal. Aegon was consumed by the feeling of betrayal. How dare you abandon him, just like that. For some stupid boy. But the worst was yet to come.

That night he saw something that magnified his pain from your betrayal and destroyed his sense of self-respect. He stood there, on the side of the now empty ship at three in the night, where even the sea was quiet, and the moonlight streamed into your room, tracing delicate patterns over your smooth skin where you were clicking pictures of yourself. The way you stood, and posed, the expressions you made, it felt electrifying to pretend you were putting on a show just for him. Until you’d bring your phone back to your face before smiling at the pictures, and no doubt sending it to that idiot who didn’t deserve you. He had no right to see the sheer robe fall from your shoulder, or your fingers grazing over your hardened nipples or the way you looked so beautifully willing to let him shove his cock into your mouth.

Aegon palmed himself as he watched you, hoping that pretending it was all for him would be enough. But it wasn’t. However, the idea he suddenly got sent him over the edge without him having time to prepare. There was something he could do, just a little something that would fix all of his problems. He waited for you to fall asleep, praying that the gods let him carry his plan out properly with no hindrances. You went to bed after taking the pictures, apparently, that vomit-inducing fuck was going to keep you waiting. Aegon knew if it were him in that skank’s place, he would’ve face timed you and made you drool over his cock, begging for it through a screen, forcing you to make yourself feel good, and then finding a way onto the ship so he could do it himself.

And the gods were on his side. He crept down the hallway until he was standing in front of your door. He slowly turned the handle, and to his delight, it hadn’t been locked. The smell of you hit him again as he closed his eyes. Just to take it in for a moment before he could continue to go down this path he was going to. It took him back to that picture of you he had taken, the way your skin felt that night. He felt his cock stir slightly, feeling the wet warmth the had soiled his pants already. But then he opened his eyes. He crept towards you, finding your phone on charge kept beside you on a table. He knew your password. Numbers didn’t make sense to him, but he’d watched you type it in one time, and he remembered. And he remembered well because the phone opened. He resisted the urge to go check your gallery. He was grateful your home screen and lock screen were of some rapper, and not the cunt you called a boyfriend. He opened your messages and found the contact you sent the pictures to.

“Jason Lannister” what a fucking cunt you had chosen. He read through a few texts between you two, only to find sexual things. And a lot of pictures from you, with a few disappearing ones from him and some upper body pictures. Jason Lannister was pathetic. But Aegon had a glimmer of hope that maybe this whole time, it was just sex. The basis of your conversations with him, your relationship, the entire thing was just his girl using that idiot to make herself feel good. You were young and didn’t make a great choice, but he adored you nonetheless. He was exilerated. He would fix it, so you could have him now, no need to settle for degenerates anymore.

He let you be for the rest of the cruise, dedicating his time solely to finding out everything there was to find about Jason Lannister. His personality, his lineage, his friend circle. Though Aegon knew he wasn’t a nobody, he would definitely have to be taken out of your life. After the cruise ended, you said whatever two or three words you had spoken the entire trip, you left, and he only had one mission on his mind.

He took it as far as to follow you for a few days. He would park a little off from your school where the cunt would usually pick you up, take you to his house, and then drop you off at yours. Aegon only looked for one opportunity, just one window of time, to make him disappear. And the gods granted it to him when you blew Jason off one day, deciding to not go with him and instead walking home. Jason drove off and Aegon followed.

Aegon was not proud of what he had done next, but he was fucking delighted. Jason had stopped on the highway, to roll a joint in his car. Aegon bumped his car on him, and just as he expected, the cunt came out with the pretentious rage all Lannisters had. Until Aegon’s fist connected with his face over and over again. Until the cunt was lying on the floor crying, and only then did Aegon tell him to get out of your life and promised more violence and assault if he didn’t. He took his phone, leaving him clutching his stomach and face on the road itself as he drove off.

As Aegon had expected, he had saved all of the pictures and videos you had sent to him. Now Aegon had never been a very affectionate sexual partner, but even he wasn’t degenerate enough to save a girl’s pictures. He sent all of your pictures and videos to himself, creating an album of you in his phone, and then he dumped Jason’s phone out of the window. That day Aegon felt like your hero, having saved your respect, having saved you from having more sex with this idiot. But he went back to the picture of you he clicked, your soft skin looking all the more inviting in that light, and his bloodied hands found his already hardened cock.

He drove to your school the next day, and you casually strolled home, no Jason in sight, and he knew he had done what needed to be done.

Over the next few days, Aegon took his sweet time, going through your pictures, and watching your videos, and he enjoyed it. He’d wake up and look at them, look at them before taking a shower, after taking a shower, before lunch, before dinner, before the gym, after the gym, but out of all of this, his favourite time to look at you was before going to sleep. He would picture a life with you, he would dream of you, of your smooth skin, he wanted you more and more every day, and the more he wanted you, the more he looked through those pictures, which in turn made him want you all the more. There was a relief in those pictures for him at first, but now it was torture, to have you but still be unable to have you, to look forward to spending time with you, but not really you, in the end, you were nothing but pixels on the screen.

And those pictures really did end up being his downfall, when his mother saw those pictures of you, left open on his desk. At first, she was horrified, then concerned as to why you had sent such pictures to a man so much older than you. She called him downstairs to speak to him, his father standing right next to her in nothing but confusion.

“What on earth is this Aegon,” she had asked him, a mix of rage and torment on her face. It took Aegon a long time to explain it to them. How he’d found out about Jason, how he worried about you being too young to understand dealing with men like him, so he made it go away.

“What have you done?” his father had asked, baffled.

“She didn’t send these to you?” his mother deduced.

Aegon told them the truth, he beat Jason up and told him to leave you alone. Yet when his mother’s expression didn’t change, he lied, saying that he just had these to show to you, to teach you a lesson on how you should have been more careful with sending pictures like this to a stranger. His parents shared a look. Aegon knew what it meant. They didn’t believe him, and to some extent, they knew about his love for you.

“Her parents can teach her whatever lessons there are to learn. I want you to delete these pictures right now, and promise me you’ll never speak to her or about her again,” his mother said. Aegon simply nodded, putting on the show of understanding and deleting the pictures in front of her. He excused himself and went upstairs, his fingers shaking as he opened his laptop, a sigh of relief escaping him when the album was right where it had been, a picture of you in nothing but pink panties smiling at him making him feel better.

And that was what had his mother and siblings staring at him from across the banquet hall, to make sure he wouldn’t do anything because it had been two years since that and according to them, it was supposedly a crush he would’ve gotten over in a month. But that was impossible.

You were his girl, only his, in stupid black tops, or pretty blue dresses, you were his to take, his to claim, his to love and adore, he had done everything in his power to make sure of that, and he would continue to do so until you would finally realise this, and come to him.

Somewhere, deep down, Aegon knew he’d have to make you realise this, you wouldn’t just come to him, he’d have to guide you. And he had made his peace with that.

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (Part Three)

Words: 2K

Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader

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

Note: Sorrryyy for building this up so much I’ve been going through it besties. Thank you for all the love and I hope you enjoy this.

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Looking back on it now, you couldn’t remember a time where a building looked so daunting. Even when you had first moved into the building with Dalton three summers back, it hadn’t made your stomach churn like it does now. In fact, you can hardly remember moving in in detail. The process had been severely underwhelming, and it had happened in the blink of an eye. I guess that was one thing that could hold a candle to how you were feeling now.

Why the hell is everything happening so fast?

Just three days ago, you had been in your flat surrounded by everything you’d grown accustomed to being around everyday. Just three days ago, you thought you were in a committed relationship. You were wrong. You couldn’t wait for this to be over. The only thing worse than sneaking into the flat you already paid this month's rent on to break all of your personal belongings out, was if you would have had to do it alone.

Toned, Slender arms drape over your shoulders from behind, snapping you out of your haze. Daeron leans his head against yours. “He’s not in there,” he assures you softly. “He’s at work, just like you said.”

You nod, half heartedly paying attention, neck craning up at the towering building. “He’s at work,” you repeat, mostly to yourself.

Another hand finds the back of your elbow – Lucerys’ hand – and he squeezes softly. “We’ll be in and out faster than the bastard will know what’s hit him.”

You offer them a warm smile, rubbing your sweaty palms against your denim shorts nervously. “Let’s do this shit.”

Your friends had pulled out all the stops to make sure that getting out of that flat went as smoothly as possible. Helaena and Daeron had offered up their cars, each of a decent size, and designated them for moving your belongings. Aegon had rented a pick up truck for some of your bulkier furniture. Helaena had found a moving company that rented out plastic moving totes for three gold dragons a day, each stack coming with a rolling cart, and Baela and Jace stayed behind at the townhouse to clean up your old room (when Aegon said he hadn’t touched it in nearly four years, he meant it.)

Sandbox love truly never dies, and you found yourself grateful that you had found the greatest support system you could ever have at such a young age, and that they had stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Alright, team!” Rhaena grabs everyone's attention by clapping her hands together three times. “Operation: Free My Girl Y/N is now in effect. I want everyone to listen up, Helaena and I are on bathroom and bedroom duty, I want Aegon, Luke, and Dae on furniture, Y/N wants her couch, her bookshelf, her desk, any art supplies you see, and a couple things out of the bedroom. Anything that looks like someone with taste bought it is going in the truck.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Aegon mock salutes her.

“You need to wait until Y/N clears out her desk and bookshelf so worry about those last,” she says pointedly. “Aemond, you’re the only one here I trust with glass, so you grab any dishes and nick-nacks that are hers.”

“You got it, Rhae,” he replies cooly, hands crossed behind his back.

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy,” you quip, and she shoots you a suggestive wink.

“Other than that, once we think we’ve got everything, we’ll do a quick run through to double check, and we are outta this bitch,” she holds her hand out for you to take, and you gladly do. “Does anyone not understand their job?” When there are no objections, you lead them through the lobby, and the seven of you and your moving equipment cram into the newly repaired elevator.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Daeron and Luke did a ‘sweep’ of the one bedroom flat the second the door was unlocked. Their hands were folded to look like handguns as they maneuvered theatrically through the four small rooms you had once taken shelter in. Luke lifted his hand to clutch the air by his shoulder, speaking into it like it was a walkie. “Coast is clear. Tactical team move in, let's go.”

“Affirmative,” Daeron responded, mimicking radio static with his mouth as he did. You shook your head, a miniscule smirk playing at your lips as you made your way to your desk, and the gang got to work.

Everyone kept to themselves mainly, other than the occasional query of if something was for certain yours, they seemed to know you well enough to decipher on their own.

It was alarming how quickly an entire era of your life could be packed into bins and whisked away. It was, as everything else had been these past few days, giving you whiplash. You could admit it to yourself, Dalton Greyjoy was nothing special. He wasn’t a good listener, or particularly doting, and he had barely been holding up his end of your partnership for the better half of four years, but he was yours. He was someone to come home to, he was a quiet night in, he was safe and boring, and maybe he was a little possessive sometimes, but he was all yours. That’s what you had convinced yourself, that the lackluster in your relationship was what you were supposed to feel. That it was safe. That you were comfortable.

It was enough for you at the time, and you had just assumed it would be enough for him too.

A warm, heavy hand slides over your back, snapping you out of your daze and pulling you back down to earth. “That's the last of the bins, but Rhaena wanted me to tell you to double check that we have everything,” Aegon’s voice is smooth and low as he leans against the doorframe beside you. “Still feeling okay?”

You nod halfheartedly. “It just sunk in,” your voice comes out scratchy and dry, like you hadn’t spoken in days, and you clear your throat. “Two hours is what it takes to pack up my whole life, just in case you were curious.”

He offers you a sympathetic smile. “Rhaena leads with an iron fist,” It’s an attempt to make you laugh, and if you hadn’t been so melancholic, you’re sure you would have.

“I’m going to be twenty-seven soon,” you mumble. “I don’t have a plan. I moved to this city with no actual prospects, and no plan for what I’m going to do with my life and then I settled down with the first man to pay me any attention.”

Aegon stays quiet as you swallow the lump in your throat. “And I finished school for what? I’m still working at The Golden Stag, I don’t even paint anymore, like it would make a difference if I did. I wasn’t any good.”

The words stung like acid coming out. You had been painting since you gained the function of your motor skills. As you grew up, you’d painted everything – people, places, anything that caught your eye. Aegon knew that better than anyone, when he wasn’t modeling in front of your canvas he was right by your side watching. It was never anything but a passion to you, your mother had drilled it into your brain at a young age that no one ever found a decent career being a sub par painter, and with that turning it into a lifestyle became completely out of reach for you. Dreams of art school became chasing a business degree you had no want for. Your passion became a hobby, and that fact made you so miserable you couldn’t pick up a paintbrush anymore without feeling like a failure.

“Don’t say things like that. You are good,” he took hold of your shoulders, forcing you to face him but you could barely meet his eye. “And it makes a difference because it makes you happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You can’t stop the tears that are freely flowing now, but Aegon carefully brushes them away.Your forehead drops to rest against his warm, soft chest. “I do, but I don’t know how I let it get this bad. I don’t know how to fucking fix it.”

“Hey, do you want to know a secret?” he whispers, and you tilt your chin up to finally look right at him. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing either.”

You simper, a faint huff of a laugh pushing through your nostrils. “No way,” there’s a hint of playful sarcasm bubbling beneath the surface. “You?”

“I know, who would have guessed?” he nods affectionately, shrugging softly. “Guess what I do when I feel like I’m lost.”

“What?” you mutter, and if he hadn’t been holding you so close he might not have heard it.

“I call my best friend,” he soothes, causing an all encompassing warmth to spread through you. “And she picks up the phone every time and sure, maybe I still feel a little lost afterwards, but I don’t feel so small and I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

You draw a deep breath in, trying to expel all the heavy tension brewing in your chest. Of course Aegon knows all the right things to say to you to make it all feel a little bit lighter.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Aegon promises, pointing towards the door. “Those idiots downstairs aren’t going anywhere, so if you need to breathe, or to fall apart for a while then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll just take it one moment at a time.”

You’re quiet as you press the heels of your hands to your eyes, rubbing them, and wiping away your tear stained cheeks. “Tell me what you need right now and we’ll do it,” his words are patient and delicate. “Whatever comes after isn’t important yet.”

Your gaze breaks from his, and roams around the white walls that had been slowly but surely closing in on you without you really noticing, then it falls to the laminate floor beneath you, cold and hard and unforgiving. After what feels like too long, your contemplating eyes find him, warm and welcoming and truly safe. Your thoughts wander to the familiarity of the townhouse, and your rambunctious found family floors below you.

“I just want to go home.”

He keeps his promise. He takes you there.

The moon is high in the sky when you’ve finished unpacking into your old room. Upon returning home to the townhouse, you find the real reason Baela and Jace have stayed behind to ‘clean’ was technically also a ploy for them to put together the bed and frame they had all got you as a gift. You found yourself crying freely at the heartfelt surprise and before you knew it, pizza was ordered, beers were opened, and Daeron and Luke had picked up interior decorating.

Maybe it was something that could’ve been done with the same vigor as it had been packed with, but it's slow. It’s procrastinating, it’s laughing over nothing and everything, and taking prolonged breaks to lay on the floor and talk about life. It’s a form of therapy in itself, and you ponder how you survived so long without it. Maybe you didn’t, and that was the point, why it meant so much more to you now.

When the night eventually dwindles out into a close, hugs and sleepy goodbyes are exchanged, along with promises to see each other soon. For the first time in a while, you don’t worry that they’re promises you can’t make good on.

You’re eventually the only two tired bodies remaining, and Aegon plants a chaste kiss to your hairline and bids you goodnight, squeezing your hand before he stumbles into his room. You find your way to yours in the dark like it’s a muscle memory that you forgot you had, and you sink into your bed, a thick sleep creeps into your aching bones.

Yes, you were still lost. It was going to take time to feel like yourself again.

But you don’t feel so small anymore, and as you finally drift off you don’t feel so lonely either.

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