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del-thetiredwriter · 1 year

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Do you love me

Afterwards:say you love me , part 3 or something like that ?

Warning: Disturbing themes,Depression, miscarriage, character death,bad writing…

English is my second language

GIF NOT MINE. If it's yours, please come claim credit or let me know if you want me to remove it

Notes: Just me enjoying Aegons suffer. Really I like tragedy.

The only daughter of her mother Rhaenyra, the apple of the eye of the house Velaryon , the realms beauty , the pure , perfect , loved by all and more these were the adjectives that defines y/n Velaryon.

For Aegon, she was his sun. With Her warm smile and her gentle behavior that warms his heart, his hope light.

He shouldn't have loved someone as ugly as himself and a pure beauty like you, but his greed was getting in the way. He liked the way you warn them when he and your brothers when bully Aemond because that was the only way he could talk to you. He was jealous of the attention you gave your siblings,Aemond and Helaena. He just wanted you to look at him, talk to him, dedicate yourself to him.

Then something happened that he couldn't believe. The gods he doesn't believe in must have taken pity on him because his father, Visersy, proposed a marriage proposal between you and him to prevent tensions between blacks and greens. Aegon agreed without hesitation, and you accepted for your family. He confessed to you on your wedding night.

“I love you”

He looked at you to see your reaction. He saw your gentle smile warm eyes. Then you spoke

“Me too. I love you “

Your marriage wasn't so bad after all. Although you didn't see your family very often, you were not alone and your beloved husband, Aegon, would not have left you alone for a moment. Although Aegon was the happiest in marriage, Alicent was as happy with it as her son. You took such good care of her son. Her son had changed his drinking habits a little bit, he wasn't drinking as much as he used to, he was cleaner thanks to your efforts. He hasn't been interested in prostitutes at all since you got married.

Aegon was happy. Everything was going perfectly. He loved you, you loved him, and you were pregnant. Sometimes Aegon thought he was dreaming of a perfect life that couldn't be real...

Then you got the news that ended your perfect life.

“Lucersy Velaryon is dead. At Storm's End-"

When you heard the news, your head started to spin. ‘Is my brother Lucersy dead? No it can't be' then your eyes went black and you passed out.

Nothing has been the same since that damn night. You were unhappy. You didn't want to do your daily activities such as eating or walking. The only thing keeping you alive was the child in your womb. This did not go unnoticed by Aegon.

You were getting ready for bed. You were combing your hair in front of the mirror. Then you saw a familiar silhouette behind you and your husband hugged you from behind.

"What's the problem?" ' Aegon asked, his voice a little twisted.

"What are you trying to say" you didn't look at him.

“Then why are you in this situation!”

Aegon turned your face to him. He saw your eyes, those eyes that were once filled with happiness were now filled with sorrow.

“I love you, you know that… do you love me?” ' asked Aegon.

“I love you, but my love for you is not strong enough to cover my brother's death, this war, this grief.”

Aegon hugged you. This is how the night ended.

Aegon thought it couldn't get any worse, but after the miscarriage, you seemed completely dead. Just thinking about that moment was enough to have a nightmare. You screamed desperately in tears on the bloody sheets on the bed… Aegon felt awful. His sun, his only lover, was fading . Your eyes had lost the light of life, you weren’t eating or drinking. And he couldn't do anything as your husband.

One night Aegon did something he shouldn't have done, drank more than usual and said things he shouldn't have said while drunk.

“I'm sick of this mourning! You are my wife! Take care of your husband! After all that hard work for you, this is the reward! I wish you were dead so you wouldn't bother me so much"

“…”

When Aegon looked at you, he instantly regretted his words.

"I am sorry. My tongue slipped. I love you I'm just a little tired so-"

He desperately hugged and kissed you.

"You love me don't you?"

“…”

This time you didn't answer, only your silence spoke. The night passed as quiet as the pre-death silence, save for Aegon's sobs and tears.

In the morning the whole court was awakened by Aegon's screams . When Queen Alicent entered the room, she found her son hugging tightly his wife with bloody hands. Aegon's only wife had committed suicide.

“Please open your eyes Y/n! I didn't mean it like that. I was drunk. Please do not leave me!"

Alicent was heartbroken at the sight of her son's desperate begs over his wife's body.

“Aegon she is dead” Alicent held out her hand to his son but Aegon slapped it harshly.

"No!" He said, hugging his dead wife's body tighter.

“Get out! Get out, I don't want anyone! Get out!”

No funeral was held Aegon was adamant not to give his lover's body. For the first two days, Aegon did not leave his chamber and did not let anyone into . On the third day, he was allowed to enter the chamber and was smiling. Alicent was horrified to see her son in this state.

“Aegon you-this-” she pointed to the dead woman.

“Oh mom it's okay my wife is just a little tired. She needs a rest.”

“Rest?! Aegon, this girl is dead!”

Aegon's smile dropped. He approached his mother.

“I think you misunderstood . She just needs a rest. Do you understand mom. Now cancel the funeral preparations, they are really getting on my nerves"

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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I Want To Try (Aegon x Reader)

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(Y/n) Targaryen was born two years after her brother Aegon, Aegon adored his sister from the start, he would spend hours on his mothers side and just gaze at the babe with curiosity, he was a sweet brother and everyone raved about their immediate bond.

(Y/n) was a frail and prone to sickness when she was a toddler, Alicent had to spend countless nights on her daughters side to tend to her fever or wild cough, Aegon developed the habit of coming in her chamber every morning to bring her tea, he would even crush different herbs to give to the maesters in hopes that it would heal his dear sister.

“Mother, may I take (y/n) to the dragon pit?”

“Aegon your sister is still coughing she might catch a fever in the sky”

“But but but”

“No buts little one, Mayhaps tomorrow if she feels better”

Aegon had two loves, (y/n) and sunfyre, a peculiar detail was that (y/n)s egg hatched the day Aegons did, her hatchling was a beautiful silver scaled shedragon named moonlight, while sunfyre was an exquisite golden scaled male, it seemed like they had taken it upon themselves to continue the tradition of their riders, the dragons refused to fly unless they were together, to see one up in the sky meant the other was close by.

However as Aegon stepped into his adolescent years life started to crush his spirit, the constant pressure to perform under his fathers harsh looks and his mothers extreme expectations to compete against his older half sister forced him into paths he had no intentions of following.

(Y/n) was his escape, when she walked in the garden with the sun shining on her face, the light made her look like an ethereal creature as she smiled at her brother and called for him to join her, Aegon could never say to no her.

It was only natural for them to be betrothed, (y/n) nor Aegon were against it, they always leaned on one another so truly nothing would change in their bond, if anything it would make it stronger.

“You look stunning”

“Why I hoped so, everyone is expecting for me to be a radiant blushing bride”

“I am on their side then, you look adorable when you blush”

Aegon loved his sisters shy nature, how pretty she was when her face would turn as red as the roses on their garden with a simple compliment. (Y/n) grinned at Aegon while she approached him, Aegon immediately wrapped his arms around her and felt his shoulders sink at the warm feeling of her presence, he had managed to sneak past everyone to take a little peek at his lady wife to be, as well as give her something he had planned for months.

“I brought you something”

“If it is another scorpion I swear to Gods”

“It was one time and we were 11 and 9, no this is far more appropriate and harmless”

Aegon pulled a medium sized box from his pocket and placed it on her hands. She spared him one quick look before she opened it with anticipation, a gasp escaped her lips while her fingers graced over the necklace.

“Aegon… it’s perfect”

“Let’s take this boring necklace mother picked out to replace it with this”

Aegon was quite experienced with clasping and unclapsing things so it only took a few seconds for (y/n) to feel the cold silver against her skin. Her hand once again went over the butterfly design, Aegon always called her “little butterfly” he never said why but he picked up the nickname, only he knew that it was because he viewed her as such a small and delicate thing however it held immense beauty in a huge ugly world, only the lucky ones felt the touch of the butterfly against their skin, to see them was a sign of spring, no more gloomy morrows and rainy skies, sunshine was approaching.

“There, now you are ready. I better get going before mother starts yelling my name around the castle”

Their marriage was based on their unconditional love they held for one another, Aegon took care of his sister and stayed by her side like an honourable lord husband as his wife was tormented by sickness quite often and (y/n) was a match any lord would crave for himself, the epitome of grace and a kind woman as well as holding the Targaryen beauty even if her hair was a mix of her mothers with a few strands of silver strings, Aegon had developed the habit of brushing his sisters wife’s hair every night.

Well that is the nights he stayed in their chamber, Aegon was good man but everyone whispered of his unquenchable thirst for the dark streets of silk and his addiction to sweet dornish wine.

Aegon felt the need to take care of his lover, knowing how delicate and sensitive she was he treated her like the finest porcelain, Aegon cherished those moments that he could lie next to an Angel that whispered his name like dripping honey, she had the softest touch in all of Westeros.

Howbeit, Aegon had some twisted desires, fantasies that he would never dare to even speak of to his wife, so he resided in whores and servants that would do anything just to brag the next morrow that they laid with the dragon.

However Alicent was still (y/n)s mother, she could not dismiss the news that knocked on her door, prince Aegon had impregnated a whore at the streets of silk, everyone ran to gossip about the princesses inability to produce an heir while a commoner was bearing Aegons first born child.

“What seems to be the problem mother?”

“There is no easy way to tell you this but as your mother it is my responsibility”

“Is Aegon alright?”

“Yes, yes he is fine although the matter I wish to discuss is about him”

It was almost like something snapped in her, it dawned on her the reason why her mother was passing in her chamber and rumbled nervously. (Y/n) placed a hand on her flat belly instinctively, her worst fear had come to fruition.

“Is she a servant? Or a whore?”

“My dear-”

“Has she given birth yet? Does Aegon know?”

“No she has not and I do not know yet”

As tears started to stream down her eyes Aegon came walking in, what a peculiar way to walk in at such tragedy that he had caused while whistling away a happy tune

“(Y/n)? Did someone die?”

(Y/n) stormed out of the room leaving her mother and husband in the dust, Aemond found her running to the dragon pit almost out of breath and held her tightly, poor thing was such a mess that she almost collapsed on her younger brothers arms, her sobs made Aemond furious, he did not even have to ask Aemond was certain that Aegon was the cause.

(Y/n) had done her best to avoid Aegon, she had slept in separate chambers, her guards had strict instructions to shield her from her lord husband with no questions asked, (y/n) only allowed her mother, sister and brother Aemond to visit. Aegon of course had done his best to fool them, planning and waiting patiently for the right time, he always failed since the guards would catch him before he could even approach her.

“Dear sister you cannot stay locked in your chamber forever, why don’t we go on the dragonpit, the dragon keepers informed me poor moonlight has been wailing”

“It is not me she misses Aemond, she has been separated from Sunfyre until she releases her clutch of eggs, even my dragon beat me to it”

She complained. She had put on a brave face and stayed by her husbands side through everything, she could not find any more strength to gloss over a child.

“I am sick of this act, you can cry wolf all you wish (y/n) but I will not allow you to be a prisoner in your own house, it is time you take matters to your own hands”

Tonight was special, tonight was Aemonds name day and every lord from the seven kingdoms has come to pay their respects for the one eyed prince, (y/n) could feel her stomach do backflips while the servants were fitting her into her dress, a dress that was specifically made for this occasion.

Aegon was at the edge of his seat for the whole feast, how could the prince and (y/n) be absent? Aemond was always extremely punctual this was completely unlike him, “they are on to something” he thought as he emptied his goblet to ease his nerves.

Everyone turned their heads when the doors opened and of course the sight that unfolded in front of them had everyone picking their jaws of the floor, (y/n) was known for her beauty but this was an… extreme change of wardrobe”

“Prince Aemond Targaryen with his sister Princess (y/n) Targaryen”

(Y/n) seemed poised as she held on her brothers arm to walk down the stairs, no one would have guessed that she was shaking like a leaf and wanted to hide behind her brother. Her pride pushed her to walk just a little further and smile just a little brighter as everyone took in her appearance, the dress was beautiful however it was completely out of character for the princess, it made Aegon furious to see her in such… promiscuous clothing in front of every lord and lady of Westeros. With his eyes glued on her he squeezed the goblet with such force that his knuckles went white.

“Aegon you mustn’t make a scene it is your brothers night”

“It is his night mother and that is also my wife”

He hissed at Alicent as he impatiently toyed with his ring, a ring she had given him, a ring he had never even considered of taking off, imagine the pain in his chest when he glanced over at his wife to discover that (y/n) had taken her butterfly necklace off and replaced it with a dragon necklace she had received from Aemond on her wedding feast.

Aegon was fuming, she did not even approach the table, instead (y/n) chose to dance with their brother while talking and laughing with him, their brief separation had not fazed her whatsoever, quite the contrary her melodic laugh could be heard from a mile away as Aemond spun her around.

Aegon had seen enough when they switched partners and (y/n) danced carelessly with Lord Cregan Stark who seemed to be rather fond of his wives choice of clothing when he rather obviously attempted to peek inside his wives dress, Aegon smashed his first on the table before he rose up from his chair and with a haste step he tore (y/n) from the dance-floor and dragged her outside by the wrist causing the music to stop and the crowd to follow them with their eyes until the doors shut behind them.

“I’ve had enough of you (y/n)”

“Let me go, you embarrassed me”

“I embarrassed you? You waltz in dressed like… this and dance your night away but I embarrassed you?”

“Dressed like what dear husband? A whore? I thought you would like it since you seem to spend most your nights with them in your disgusting drunken delirium”

“Is that what this is? You want my attention?”

“I want my husband to stand by my side loyally which is something that you have never been able to do that and now another woman is to have your… child”

The idea of another woman giving birth to his child made her skin crawl as she winced away from him and held her throbbing wrist from her husbands harsh grasp.

Aegon finally saw past his nose and recognised why (y/n) retaliated, she was betrayed, the news of a bastard had gone in from his one ear and out the other, having said that his concept was not reciprocated by the person that mattered to him the most, his (y/n).

“I have spend the last four days trying to talk to you, wanting to know what it is that hurt you, we have always discussed our issues-“

“Issues? It’s not an issue Aegon it’s disrespectful towards me, you humiliated our marriage for all the seven kingdoms to witness, they all whisper about my foolishness while a whore parades her belly and calls herself “the dragons mother”, was there a minute within the past days that the idea of you being the corporate of my cold actions is you?”

Silence fell between them as they stared to each others eyes, Aegon had tried to protect her from everyone, now he was the one that (y/n) should be protected from, behind the hateful words and bold act his beloved wife cried for affection and he finally was faced with his shortcomings, he could only describe it as if (y/n) had brought a mirror and forced him to look at his own reflection for the first time. The agony of seeing her hide her tears from Aegon was vigorous, Aegon did not pride himself for things except of the way he treated his wife and even that was not stripped away from him due to his nature of destroying everything that was good.

“You are scared because we have yet to have a child”

“Yes Aegon, what if I can’t give you that? and now someone else beat me to it”

(Y/n) was never good with lying, just a little pressure and she came undone to Aegons arms, she spilled the true reason behind her pain which was that he would leave and that her fragile health would become too much for him.

Aegon took his wives hands in his to gain her attention and take her out of her disturbing thoughts, he would never leave her side, Aegon would rather feel the burn of sunfyres flames against his entire body than abandon his wedlock, she was his everything, his bewitching butterfly that gave his life meaning. Their mother had turned her back on him, their father was never there, Aemond always looked down upon Aegons decisions and had made it clear how he did not share the same values as Aegon, (y/n) was the only one that consistently showed him sympathy and defended him.

“You know I love you (y/n), you know that right?”

“Yes Aegon but-“

“No buts, you are my butterfly, my true love, I will never ever leave you. I apologise for hurting you I need you to know I never intended to cause such harm”

A child would be a blessing but nothing would matter if she was not there, to see her sleeping peacefully on their shared bed while he kept his arms protectively around her made him forget for just a moment that he was cursed, nothing mattered other than the fact that she was safe and content, her grin always resulted in his heart fluttering like a birds wings cause it meant he had done at least one thing right.

“We will have children one day, the mother would never deprive a woman so kind and gracious like you of it, even if we don’t I am perfectly content with having you for myself. I will not lie to you, I am a creature of sadistic desires, desires I could not apply to you but if it displeases you then I will do my best to suppress them. I will do anything to keep you”

Aegons voice was soft and barely above a whispered as he explained his thoughts to (y/n) while his face was inches away from hers. Her eyes peering back at him through her long eyelashes made him itch to the idea hugging her so tight until he heard her bones break, he had missed her incredibly and had barely been able to sleep since his bed felt so cold without her, if (y/n) was not there it felt like life had no zest.

Aegon leaned to place a tender kiss at his wives lips to which she responded with the same softness, she had no idea how much Aegon yearned for her touch, he had resided to having her image in his mind when he spend his previous nights with whores that had auburn hair and even whispered her name during the act.

“I want to try”

“My love-“

“No Aegon, I want to know, we are husband and wife yet I knew nothing of those… desires.”

“Will that make you happy?”

“We must share everything no matter what that is the only way we can work, you and me, no one else”

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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love letters

Read on ao3 // ongoing series till VDay

My Sun and Moon,

The world is ours now. Crowned as sovereign king, nothing and no one can ever dare to stand between us. I am yours, and you are mine.

Though I write in haste to you, it is because I wish to arrange for our union soon. Remain by my side, stay with me, and I bequeath this land and all of her riches and spoils to your whims.

The one who holds my heart,

Aegon II Targaryen

King of the Seven Kingdoms

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youraverageaemondsimp · 9 months

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If I can't have you, no one can. // Yandere!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader [ONE SHOT]

Summary: Aemond cannot bear to watch you be married to someone else.

WARNINGS: nsfw content, mdni: dark themes, obsession, possession, major character death, angst(?), yandere!aemond, smut (p in v, fingering), violence, murder, creepy behavior. + not proofread.

WC: 1,450

Aemond has always been obsessed with you as far as he can remember, he remembers the moment he fell in love with you.

He was a young boy, recently recovering from the incident at driftmark, wearing bandages around his face to recover, he didn't get out of his room much, too insecure to show his face after the incident.

The rare times he was out was to converse with his sister Helaena, and in those exchanges was when he met you, you were a lady of a small house, assigned to Helaena as a lady in waiting, or a playmate. She had introduced you to him and he was reluctant and had his guard up at first, but eventually he warmed up to you, and soon became friends with you too.

You saw him without his bandages once, it was an accident, Aemond panicked and screamed at you to get out, being extremely insecure at the wound, and you immediately obeyed, not wanting to anger him further.

You found him crying in a corner for an odd reason, and he looked up at you, before wiping his tears away and looking ahead. You sat down next to him to which he was surprised by.

“Why are you crying?” you asked him, and he sniffed, “You can drop the acting, I know you think I'm hideous, a monster.” he spits bitterly.

You gasp at that before quickly reply, “I do not, your wound is a proof of your bravery, I do not know how you got it, neither do I intend to pry on it if you are not comfortable, but it is a reminder that you are brave. That you overcame a dire situation.” you say and he sniffs once again, he hated being seen so vulnerable but never in his life did he feel so accepted and loved.

And then went on to tell you how he got it and by the end of the story you were seething, “Those vile bastards, how could they do that?” you seethed, Aemond was surprised at that before he chuckled, “I wasn't planning on hitting them with the rock, they are my nephews after all.” he explained his side and you nodded, defending him and taking his side.

It was the moment he fell in love with you, watching you talk about he didn't deserve that, you didn't pity him, you shared his anger and wrath, and from that moment onwards, he wanted to have you.

As you both grew older, Aemond's love got more twisted and dark, his love becoming obsessive and suffocating, he refused to let any man gaze at you longer than needed, always staying by your side and only leaving when he had to. He would lay on your lap as you read to him before pressing kisses on his forehead, you eventually fell in love with him too.

You were unaware of his doings, he killed multiple people who he saw as a threat, a threat to your relationship, he wanted to rip everyone who touched you to shreds, he wanted you to be only his, forever and ever.

And so begun your secret relationship, he would pull you to an isolate area to shower you in kisses and lovebites, he made your father get a position in the small council so you could stay in the keep, he would sneak to your room at night from the secret pathways.

He remembers vividly when he took your maidenhead, promising to marry you as he spilled his seed deep inside of you. He was the happiest man alive in that moment, he thought about you swelling with his child, and how much of a great mother you would be.

His plans came to an abrupt stop when he heard that you would be marrying a Cregan Stark, in hopes of bringing more allies to back up Aegon's claim when they usurp the throne, and also that Cregan had taken interest in you so much that he was willing to break an oath, which is never done by any Starks.

He saw red in those moments, felt pure rage, how could they propose that? The realm be damned for hells. He would rather rain fire on the realm than watch you get married off to someone else.

But alas, he was bound by duty and had to watch you be married to him, the wedding took place in the keep like your father had insisted, as the North would be too cold for them to visit.

The consummation of your marriage was to be done in your chambers. You had left early because you didn't want this either. Cregan was talking to important lords and it seemed that it would take a while before he retired.

So you laid on your bed thinking of what to do when you heard the door of the passageway open and your head snapped to the side finding Aemond, he immediately wasted no time pouncing on you.

“Fuck, fuck I can't let him have you.” He breathes against your neck, trailing kisses down to your breasts, he pulled up the chemise revealing your intimate area and breasts before he latched his mouth onto one and suckled like a hungry babe.

His hand trailed towards your intimate area, finding it wet already, “Is this for me or for him?” he asks, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel him press the fingers down on your clit, “Y-you.” you say and he smirks before his rubs small circles against your clit.

His fingers trail down further and prod at your entrance before he slides in a finger, you gasp when you feel his fingers hit the rough patch almost immediately, it seems as if he knew it by memory. He thrust his fingers in and out, watching you squirm and moan his name, he wanted to be inside of you so badly, so he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.

He undid his breeches before pushing your legs apart and burying himself in your cunt, you moaned in pleasure as you felt him spilt you open, you wrapped your legs around his hips and encouraged him to move, his hands pinned yours to the side before he started moving and rutting his hips against yours

You moaned and chanted his name like a prayer, he hands left your hands to grope your breasts as he kissed your lips, he pulled away to look at your dazed expression as he felt you clenching around him knowing that you are close, he watched as you closed your eyes before moaning his name out loud and coming undone beneath him, he groaned at the pretty sight.

His thrusts became more sloppier before he pushed to the hilt and came inside you with a loud gasp.

You both were breathing heavily, you pulled your chemise down and turned to him, he plopped down beside you, doing up his breeches and you rested your head on his chest, the moment was so perfect, but the truth weighed on him like a curse, and so he got up and paced the room, angrily, wanting to do something, but knowing he won't be able to do anything without destroying the alliance.

He can't let Cregan have you either.

You sat up and looked at him and then the atmosphere of the room shifted into a sinister one, Aemond going mad to his obsession with each second, he slowly stalked towards you before he stood in front of you, caressing your face and leaning down to kiss you.

“You're mine, you belong to me, I can't let him have you, no no, you're mine.” he grunted angrily and just then something evil popped up in his head.

His hand slowly reached for his dagger, you watched him, confused.

“If I can't have you…… ” he trailed off before kissing you.

“No one can.” he whispered against your lips as he plunged the dagger straight into your chest, digging it in your heart and stabbed you, you gasped in pain before the light in your eyes faded, falling unconscious.

He pulled his dagger out and watched as you fell backwards onto the bed, the life leaving your body, the blood soaking your chemise and now the white blood sheets, he snapped out of his dark thoughts and felt the weight of the situation.

He panicked when he realised what he had done, he immediately left the room when he heard the door open, hiding in the passageway, having guilt weigh on him, but he also felt satisfied in a sick way that no one could ever have you now, just like he can't.

Cregan screamed for the guards and for some odd reason, this entire situation somehow was blamed on the blacks, accusing them of sending assassins to kill you, this only made Cregan support the greens more.

Aemond had achieved what he wanted, but he couldn't bear to live along with the fact that you were gone, feeling lonely, he went mad and so, he followed you.

That day, Alicent screamed when she found Aemond's dead body, a letter written to apologise to everyone for leaving them behind, but he couldn't bear to live without you.

And so you and Aemond went down as a tragic story of unrequited love.

Where everyone tells the stories of how Aemond was smitten with you since a young age, but he watched you get married off to someone else and also die in the same night, it was told how he mourned and grieved for you, succumbing to madness before finally following suit.

The story was more sinister than that.

However they wouldn't know.

Nobody would know the truth.

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aphroditelovesu · 5 months

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Yandere Viserys I Targaryen w/Second Wife!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Happy New Year!!! First headcanons of the year and I hope you like it. I hope you have a great year, good things come to you and good reading! Forgive me for any mistakes ❤️✨️.

❝tw: unspecified age gap, overprotection, not compatible with canon and Reader is the mother of Aegon, Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!viserys i targaryen x female!reader.

Viserys never wanted to remarry after the death of his beloved Aemma. The idea of replacing her with another woman made him sick. He didn't want to get married again, but he was the King and he had his obligations to the Realm. To have a strong bloodline and strengthen the House Targaryen.

Although he didn't like the idea, Viserys after a period of time began looking for a potential bride. He received several powerful offers, such as the Velaryon and the Hightower, but he did not feel comfortable marrying Lady Laena or Lady Alicent.

So he kept looking and that's how he met you. An attractive young woman, but older than the last ones, and from a house powerful enough to provide strength to the Realm. Viserys was immediately attracted to you and knew he wanted to marry you.

The preparations were made quickly and well, Viserys was excited to be able to call you his wife, but in the days before the wedding, he spent time by your side, getting to know you better.

With that, Viserys found out as much as he could about you, about your childhood, your family, and your likes and dislikes. He was more than pleased, especially seeing that you were as interested in history as he was.

Rhaenyra also liked you, although she was apprehensive about the idea of a stepmother, about the possibility of you providing a male heir, she liked you. You were kind to her and assured her that even if you have a son, you will not try to replace her on the Throne.

When you became the second wife of Viserys, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he was already in love. Much faster than he would like to admit, Viserys was already in your domain and became yours even sooner than anticipated. At first, he felt guilty, guilty that he might be betraying Aemma's memory, but quickly, those thoughts went away. Aemma was dead and you were alive.

Viserys was more than happy to see that you and his daughter were getting along, it made him feel relieved inside. He couldn't wait to have children with you, to grow his family. When he learned of your first pregnancy, Viserys almost cried with happiness, but there was concern. What if you died during childbirth? He couldn't take another loss, couldn't lose you.

You were very much in love with each other, you had learned to love your husband and he was deeply in love with you. Your mannerisms, your personality, everything enchanted him. Your favorite moments together were when you talked about history, whether it was your House or House Targaryen. Viserys cherished every moment, every smile and look shared.

When you gave birth to a healthy son, Aegon, Viserys was very happy, not only because he had a son, but because you were alive and the birth was peaceful. The next pregnancies were no different, with Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

You assured him, assure Rhaenyra, that you would not let Aegon usurp or anything like that happen when it was time for Rhaenyra to take the Throne. You adored your stepdaughter and she adored you too, seeing you as a second mother. Viserys would never admit it, but if you asked, he would name Aegon his heir if that was your wish. This shows how much he is in love with you.

You tried your best to fulfill your duties as Queen, mother and wife as best you could, discouraging any possible rivalry the children might have and reassuring your support for Viserys and your stepdaughter. Your main priority was to avoid a war. You presided over the Small Council, advising your husband as best you could.

You hold all power over Viserys, it soon became clear to everyone who really ruled the Seven Kingdoms. You could ask for anything, from the most insignificant to the most absurd thing, and Viserys would fulfill it instantly.

He is extremely overprotective, Viserys fears losing you more than anything and every time you have an entire armada comes out after you. When you are sick, he sends the best maesters to take care of you and will not leave your side until you get better.

If something were to happen to you or one of your children, may the gods be good. Viserys tries his best to avoid war and resolve any conflict with diplomacy, but all that changes when it comes to you. Any insult to you is like an insult to him and any way of hurting you will not be taken lightly.

No matter how peaceful he is, no matter how calm and rational, Viserys is still a Targaryen, a dragon and you should never mess with one of them if they don't want to get burn. Not only will you have your overprotective husband by your side, but also your children who love you deeply and will do anything for you.

You are not Aemma's replacement and Viserys doesn't think so. He thinks of you as yourself and loves you for it. He will always love Aemma, but he loves you in a different way. A more overprotective and possessive way. He can't lose you and he won't.

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lady-ashfade · 8 months

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A Letter

Yandere Dad!Daemon Targaryen (Yan!Mom Rhaenrya)

To my dearest,

This letter will not be my usual response, a lot has happened in the past few nights and I have yet had the time to inform you. It is my displeasure to say that your grandsire has passed and his wife, and his cunt of a son has usurped the throne from your mother’s grasp. That is not the only loss we have come to bare, Rhaenrya has lost the babe do to stress of the news. War is being planned and I have sent for you to come back to Dragonstone at once. We all miss you dearly and with such loss only you can fill our hearts again. Much is to be done and we have yet to decide our plans. Rhaenrya is missing her only daughter that we have forgotten why you left in the first place, truly bring us down. I hope that was never your intention, but I know you’d never leave your family alone intentionally. I love you my darling girl and we can not wait to have you back,

Your father, Daemon.

The letter shakes in your hand and you look out the window to see the small city streets being filled with your Daemons men coming to take you away. How stupid were you to think you could stay here forever, away from them. The word “Father.” Daemon had wrote gave you a sick feeling in your stomach and a horrible taste in your mouth. He, was not your father. Too much in that note reveals the truth about the darkness of your family you tried so hard to get away from.

Viserys was your father and not your grandsire as he put it, and hearing about his death made you distort. He was kind and caring, let you move away for a while to get the peace you searched for. But your mother had done the thing you begged her not to do from a young age and sat Aegon on the throne. Worse of all, war was breaking out between sides and you had no choice to follow daemon’s orders.

War had you placed you in the center.

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meraxesmoon · 2 months

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Hostage

Aegon Targaryen/Aemma Velaryon (OC)

note: this was originally going to be a reader-insert, but ultimately, I decided to include my baby Aemma. did you see him in the new trailer??? my god tom has one hell of a face card

warnings: yandere content, dark content, reader is a bastard (criston's daughter), incest, forced marriage, attempted s/icide, smut, aegon is pussy whipped lmao, dubcon, I don't usually go into that territory so be warned, au where helaena was betrothed to jace (aka she's on Dragonstone), religious undertones, aemma doesn't want to be married period lmao, slight aemond/aemma, cunnilingus, there's foreplay, ik he has a fat d, I just know these things, tit-sucking, aemma is a plus-sized woman

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Aegon stands next to Aemond as Alicent rushes around, trying to get things prepared for the ceremony. It would be quick and traditionally Valyrian due to Aegon's request. Despite Alicent's hurried motions, it was relatively quiet in the throne room, Aegon was restless, waiting for his wife to walk through those large doors.

Instead, they all hear the wails of Aemma Velaryon and the sound of a struggle in the corridor. Aemond and Aegon rush out into the hallway, watching with wide eyes as the usually docile girl becomes rabid in Ser Criston's arms. The ceremonial robes she wore were wet, sticking to her plump physique, and she was crying so loudly. Criston had one arm wrapped around her middle, his other hand behind her head so she wouldn't hurt herself against his armor.

"What's this all about?" Aegon questions, annoyed with the crying sounds coming from his sweet girl, he hated seeing her cry. Ser Criston wrangled the girl still, as she had grown exhausted from all of the fighting. "The princess tried to... fling herself from her bedroom window, Your Grace." Criston holds her gently, trying his best to make sure she wouldn't be hurt, and Alicent looks distressed as she watches the scene unfold.

The Dowager Queen holds a hand to her mouth, trying to hide the gasp that left her lips. Otto grimaced, looking at his grandson with disgust.

"Call a maester and have her calmed. The wedding will go on," Otto says, watching as the girl cried desperately in the arms of Ser Criston.

"I refuse! I will not marry a usurper!" Aemma cries out, flailing about as a maester tries to shove milk of the poppy down her throat. "My mother will come for me, and she will annul the marriage -" she can be seen getting drowsy, slumping in the hold of her unknown sire. Ser Criston, loosening his hold a bit, looks to Alicent and Aegon for guidance on what to do next.

"Let's get this over and done." Otto says, eying the young princess as Alicent guides her to the throne room.

Delirious and numb, Aemma Velaryon is married to her uncle, the man who had stolen her mother's throne. She groans as her servants ready her for bed, and she detests the thought of what came next. The handmaiden, Althea, has tears running down her dark cheeks as she dresses the princess in a soft pink night shift, her hands trembling as she does so.

Althea had been by Aemma's side since she was born, the handmaiden being the only one Rhaenyra truly trusted with her beloved daughter. Preparing her to lose her womanhood was painful for the woman, and she couldn't help but cry.

"Althea, please do not cry. It pains me..." the princess says, trying to seem strong, if only for her handmaidens' sake. "May the Gods burn them all down for what they're doing to you, My Lady." Althea seethes, her fingers trembling against Aemma's bare shoulders.

A knock comes at the door, and they both feel sick as Aemond walks through the door, looking rather displeased with the situation at hand.

They had been close as children, but she knew that asking Aemond for help would prove fruitless. Despite how they acted with each other, Aemond and Aegon were loyal. Aemond would never betray Aegon by helping her die or escape.

Aemond is silent and still, his hands behind his back.

"The King wishes for you to join him in his quarters, Good Sister." Aemond says blankly, trying not to look at his niece as she shivers in the cold room.

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As Aemond led her to Aegon's personal chambers, she thought back to their childhood. She was about the same age as Aemond, so they played a lot together, read in the library, and talked about dragons constantly. They were friends, some would say. Now, he felt more like an executioner.

The door to Aegon's room is large and intimidating, despite the many times she's seen it. The feeling of Aemond's hand on her arm falls away, and he pushes her inside the room, closing the door as soon as she's inside fully. Aemma can feel her breath getting shorter as she stares at the large bed in the middle of the room and the several strange objects on the tables and shoved in drawers.

It looked as though someone had hurriedly tried to clean up.

"Wine? You look quite wound up, Ābrazȳrys," Aegon stands on the other side of the room, nursing a pitcher of wine in one hand and in another a goblet. She grimaces at that word. Wife didn't seem like the appropriate term for their arrangement. "Hostage, you mean. I am not your lawful wife, I am your prisoner, Usurper." Aemma says, wrapping her arms around her chest, trying to avoid her uncles gaze as he stares her down. Aegon pauses his movements, his expression clearly turning sour as he watches her getting closer to the door.

"We were married lawfully, and according to our own Valyrian traditions," he muses, walking closer to her as she pushes herself away from him, looking quite frightened. "All we have to do now is consummate our marriage, My Love."

"I did not wish to be king; you must know this. Fate has brought this union to us, who are we to argue?"

Aemma is disgusted, her back against the large wooden door as Aegon creeped closer, his free hand tracing the necklace she wore. A piece gifted to her by her late father, Ser Laenor Velaryon. A small seahorse made out of Valyrian steel, with soladite encrusted onto it. "Do you know who your true father is, Sweetling?" "Laenor Velaryon-" "No."

Aemma can feel tears brimming in her eyes once more as Aegon stares at her as though she were a piece of cake. Something he wanted to absolutely devour.

"He may be your father by law, but he did not sire you, nor did your mothers mistress, Ser Harwin Strong," he leans in to kiss at her collarbone, and she whimpers at the sensation, her trembling fingers fisting Aegon's night shirt, trying to push him away. "Your true father is Ser Cole; did you know that? It's amazing how loose he can get when drunk..." Aegon moans against her neck, rutting his hips against her, his arms wrapping around her middle as he embraced her.

"Mmm, I could ravage you right against my door, and your sweet Aemond would hear it all," Aegon presses his lips roughly against Aemma's, and she chokes out a cry as he forces a leg in between her thighs, sliding her shift upwards. His fingers play with the steel chain around her neck, delicate and sweet, much like herself. "He'd like that, you know. He likes you a lot, always has, but you belong to me now, my little wife..." "No! I cannot consummate this marriage; it would be treason against my own mother!"

She tries to make her case and tries to explain to Aegon why she couldn't be his wife, but he refuses to listen, only grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her into another kiss.

Aegon was ruining everything.

"I suppose, since this is your first time, that you'd prefer the bed," Aegon groans into her ear, fingers curling around her wrists as he starts to walk backward. When his body pulls away, Aemma gets a full-body view of her new husband and the tent in his night pants. She hadn't been prepared for such a sight, and she whimpered as he sat her down on the bed. Aegon hums playfully, his eyes dark as he takes her in.

Aemma would often wear soft blue gowns, as she said it was her favorite color. He remembers, before the incident at Driftmark, how innocent and cute she had looked, prancing around the Red Keep with Aemond and Helaena. He remembers being completely enraptured by her for as long as he's known her.

He remembers begging his father for a betrothal between the two of you.

Aegon tugs at the strings of his sleep shirt, shrugging it off on the floor, a hungry look in his eyes. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Aegon shoved Aemma hard enough for her to flop on her back, a small squeak leaving her as her body hits the thick blanket covering her uncle's bed. Her breath hitched as she felt him yank up her night dress, pulling the thin blue fabric just over her tummy. Panicking, she desperately tries to make herself decent, the thought of Aegon seeing her bare womanhood making her terrified.

Aegon smirks against her skin, trailing wet kisses down her abdomen as she squirms in his hold. Finger curling underneath her thighs, Aegon grips her tightly, a warning. "Mm, just relax," he says smoothly, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he glances at her bareness. Pressing a kiss to her cunt, Aegon moans, causing her to shriek and jump.

"Gods! You're such a maiden," Aegon laughs, lovingly stroking her thigh as he licked at her center. Smoothing his tongue along her cunt, Aegon groans at the taste. He felt bad, to a certain point, for corrupting such a sweet girl, but on the other hand, all of his fantasies were coming to life, and he was certainly enjoying himself.

The tip of Aegon's tongue seeks out her clit, and he flicks it gently at first, gauging her reaction. She fists at the blankets and pillows, shoving her face into the bedding as she tries to keep quiet and numb. She felt as though this was a betrayal to her sweet mother, and the thought brought tears to her eyes. Despite her fear, her womanhood is dripping from the stimulation given to her by Aegon, and the hot wetness is sticking to the inside of her thighs.

"You taste divine, Sweet Girl," Aegon moans, his tongue fucking her silly as she uncontrollably twitches under his touch. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around him, the fat part of her thighs encasing his head in a snug embrace. Her back arches delicately, her fingers digging into the blankets as her hips bucked voraciously, the pleasure clouding her mind.

She had not expected it to feel good at all! She had heard the horror stories of the wedding night for women, her septa would often rouse fear in the young girl, saying that it would hurt, but it was her duty to bare heirs for the crown. It didn't feel bad, though, and Aemma found herself reeling from the feeling of her most sensitive area being overstimulated. It does register in her mind that this is wrong. It goes against the faith and her vows to be loyal to her mother. However, she was stuck, and Aegon wouldn't let her go until she was fully tainted.

"Ngh, no - it feels... odd, Aegon!" She cries out into her pillow, grinding her cunt into Aegon's mouth. "This is so dirty!" Aemma whines, slowly feeling herself getting lost in the sensation of pleasure. She had never once heard of a man putting his mouth... down there, and yet here Aegon was, devouring her like she was his favorite wine.

Aegon's pointed nose rubbed against her clit, and she whimpers as she feels his tongue fucking her deeper. It felt as though he was trying to find something. A popping sound cuts through the air as Aegon pulls his mouth away from her pussy, his tongue playing along his lips as he hummed. Her slick was smeared over his chin, and Aegon licks it up before moving to suck on her clit once more, his fingers reaching into the depths of her cunt.

Aemma was unprepared for the intrusion, and as shocked as she was, she felt something gush out of her hole as her husband continued to thrust his fingers into her dripping hole. Twitching violently, she tries to pull away from the pleasure, crying out as overstimulation starts to set in, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her as Aegon pulls away from her. He looks quite satisfied with himself, popping one of his fingers into his awaiting mouth, sucking her slick off of the digit.

She recoiled in shame, looking away from him. She felt dirty, the residue of her own release making her thighs stick together, and Aemma wishes for nothing more than to take a comforting bath to wash away the sin that had been forced upon her. She thinks of her mother, of little Aegon and Viserys, and how stupid she was to stay in Kings Landing.

The Velaryon princess is snapped back into reality when weight is added to the bed, and a stark naked Aegon leans above her, his cock swollen and wet bobbing against her heat. Her discomfort is revitalized, and she tries to scramble away from him, hesitance apparent in her eyes.

Aegon chuckles, grabbing hold of her ankle and dragging her back down on the bed. His calloused fingers trace comforting circles into her skin as he gazes at her lovingly.

"This is all I've ever wanted; do you know that? It's all I've been able to think about since your mother dragged you to Dragonstone," Aegon muses, leaning down to kiss her cheek. His nose touches hers, and Aemma couldn't help but be comforted. If it weren't for the circumstances, she would have welcomed Aegon's affection. "Mhm, I've loved you for so long. Not being with you was almost physically painful."

Aegon wrestles her legs and wraps them around his waist, the tip of his weeping cock bouncing against her skin as he breathes heavily. "I'm not usually gentle, Sweetling," Aegon says, gripping his cock steadily as he guides it into her cunt. "But you aren't just some whore." He leans downwards, capturing her lips as he pushes the rest of his length inside.

"Fuck..." he draws out, his breath getting caught in his throat as he savors the feeling of her tight cunt squeezing him. He laughs, his hips stilling as he sheathes himself fully. She's wet, and Aegon moans out as she instinctively squeezes down on him. His nose rubs against her cheek as she gasps, trying to stop herself from making any noise. She grips the pillows and bedding, whining as she feels Aegon's thick and weeping cock nestle in her walls. "It's alright," Aegon muses, mouthing at her breasts as his fingers paw at her soft thighs. "You can give in to the pleasure, it's natural."

Aemma wants to disagree. She wanted to cry about how nothing about this was natural, and that this was treason against her mother, but the feeling of his tongue rolling over her nipple made her brain go fuzzy, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, nearly silent moan.

Aegon bucks his hips, his patience suddenly gone as he begins to fuck in earnest.

"Aemond is outside, peeping through the door, watching you being fucked by me," Aegon sobs out, still sucking and licking on her tits, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he revels in the feeling of his cock being squeezed into her wet cunt. "He desires to fuck you the same way, Dearest... Ahn, but I wouldn't allow such a thing." the mentioning of Aemond makes Aegon glance towards the door, his lips smirking against her skin. "He probably has his hand in his trousers as we speak, listening to you moan like that."

"S-Stop it... he wouldn't-" "Oh, but he would," Aegon moans, suddenly sitting up, and coming to rest on his knees. He grabs her thighs, forcing Aemma to wrap her legs around his hips. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've caught him fucking himself to the thought of you, your sweet Aemond isn't as virtuous as you think." Aegon grabs her hips, fucking into her as he throws his head back.

The fucking turns into grinding soon enough, and Aemma is moaning on her back as a finger comes to flick over her clit. Aegon's cheeks are pink as he starts to twitch, his hips bucking wildly into her cunt, and he tightens his grip on her hips. The feeling of the wet slide of his cock forces Aemma into another orgasm, her thick thighs tightening around his narrow waist.

The sweet whimpers. The wetness of her cunt. The knowledge of Aemond being right outside, listening in on them.

All of this ends up pushing Aegon over the edge.

In the end, Aemma is too exhausted to push Aegon away when he pulls her close, nuzzling his face against her bare bosom. She falls asleep quickly, not having the strength to keep herself awake. Aegon smirks against her plush skin, happily humming to himself.

He had sacrificed his freedom, but he had gained enough to make up for it.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 5 months

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐰𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐞

Plot: You, the legitimized bastard of Daemon Targaryen grew up with a very devoted extended family. But after the dance of dragons begins, you know exactly on what side you belong

Cw: incest/targcest, yandere/lovesick behavior, unhealthy relationships, platonic and romantic yanderes, not everyone is romantically involved with reader, yandere EVERYONE x reader, sexual content, no actual smut, mentions of noncon, Aegon being... Him

Notes: I didn't love to make such a long post for the last ending, so this will be a series as well (and I also find it more convenient as people tend to be less likely to read long posts)

You will understand this better if you read this ending

>The night of king Viserys' last supper, you were the victim of a mysterious illness, and were forced to stay in King's Landing as your family returned to Dragonstone

>Since then, you had to be a witness of Aegon's usurpation, and were forced to marry prince Aemond, becoming a prisoner in the strong walls of the red keep in all but name

>You decided very early on that you will return home to your family, you will not be accomplice to this insult to the rightful heir, Rhaenyra

>You loved Alicent, you did, but what she did to you, to your family, was a betrayal. She married you to Aemond, even though she knew of your affection for Daeron, she marries you without your permission or even announcement, she marries you to Aemond, as if it was her call, as if she was in her right to betroth you to anyone

>And the one who you thought of as a brave knight, was silent to the whole thing, not a word to say to you

>In a span of mere days, your affection for them had virtually vanished

>It was hard, and it hurt to feel like all your life you had trusted people who would treat you like this

>Especially for Daeron and Alicent

>But you will have time to mourn later

>You tell yourself you can't let your feelings stale you

>It was the night after Aegon's coronation, Aemond, should be asleep next to you, but he is too busy on the council, fooling himself acting as hand of the king

>Which it's perfect for you, since you want to do anything you can to avoid consummating your marriage

>Your father had taught you everything about the secret passages in the Red Keep, he knew them as well as king Maegor himself, and though you could not memorize it as well, it was enough to know how to get out

>But you had a mission first

>"He wears the conqueror's crown, wields the conqueror's sword and has the conqueror's name" said Alicent

>It was too soon to take away his crown, you not take away his name, but you certainly could take away his sword. It's not like he'd use it anyway

>You looked in the mirror and fixed yourself before going out through the passages, you felt a little disgusted with yourself

>It took you some time to get to Aegon's chambers, (to your surprise) Aegon was there instead of a rat infested brothel

>Still, he was much too drunk to notice you, and he was alone. It had been years since he and Helaena had shared a bed. You pitied her, but at least she was lucky, she had given not one but two male heirs, and she had no reason to keep "trying" with Aegon

>You walked on your tiptoes, the sword was hanging in the wall next to his bed, you feared the sound of metal would wake him up

>But it didn't, he instead was (somehow) was sober enough to know you were there, and most importantly, to know it was you

>"Y/N, you are here..." His voice was as drowsy as it was whiny "Came to congratulate the king?" You could see his repugnant smirk aimed at you

>"Indeed, your grace" you lied

>"Come here, here" he sat on the pillows and patted on the mattress to invite you

>"I don't think that would be appropriate, your grace" you were tense, and scared. You avoided him, you don't remember well when it happened, but he changed, he scared you, you feared he might do something to you, and you could do nothing to retaliate, now it was worse, he was the king

>"Pleaaseeeee, pleaseee, just a bit, just for now, I won't do anything" he promised

>"I truly do not think it would be fitting for your grace to be in that position... Even in innocently" you really hoped for the "innocently" part to be true

>But Aegon did the face a child does once they remember something important, like a candle lighting on their head "But I'm your grace, I'm the king, I demand you come here"

>You could do nothing to those words, so you obeyed

>You sat down at the edge of his bed, but he signaled you to be closer, next to him

>"I like when you say your grace, when you say it to me" he smiled

>"It is how one must address you now, just that"

>Aegon pouted

>"Do you love me?"

>You were speechless, and struggled to come up with a polite response to that, you finally just said every subject must love the king, you just prayed for safety being so close, so late, so alone with him

>"But do you love me? Me? Do you love me now?"

>"I- I beg your pardon?"

>"I wanted you to love me, Y/N, do you love me now? I'm king, do you love me now?" He was drunk, slurring his words and repeating them

>You blushed and you felt your heart pound, you were scared, you knew that. But you were also even a little sad for him, you wanted to look at him the way you did when you both were young, you could, and at the same time, it was impossible

>You don't remember how he ended up in front of you, facing you with sad eyes, and unmistakable stink of wine, that reminded you of who he was now

>"I think I'll always love you, Aegon" you wanted to believe it was a lie you told yourself it was

>A tear or two ran through his pale cheeks and he threw himself to your arms, almost knocking you beneath him in bed

>But instead of the lecherous predatory behavior you expected, he just kissed your cheeks and tried to kiss you in the mouth, it was gross, wet, he was drunk so he was salivating

>You grabbed his face with your hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, he asked for more, but he instantly decided he was tired, and grabbed you like a ragdoll, pushing you to the pillows and beneath the blankets with him, you're still fully clothed so it feels heavy. Aegon hugs you like a Teddy bear until he quickly falls asleep, when you try to leave, he complains in his sleep and grabs the fabric of your clothes. But you manage to slip a pillow in between his arms to replace you

>You look at him for the last time before stealing Blackfyre, and think of how different things could have been.

>Once you have the sword with you, you stay in between the walls for some time. Your dragon is not in the dragonpit, how do you find him?

>You can't go to the city, you can't risk having the sword stolen from you

>This might be a suicide, this probably is a suicide, but is all you got

>You decide to go to the dragonpit, you'll ride a dragon to find a dragon. The rule has always been: one rider, one dragon, one dragon, one ride. But you are desperate

>When you get to the pit, you wonder who could be the best dragon to ride for the search, Tessarion is here, but only ever rode alongside her, same for Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. Trying to tame an unclaimed dragon is dangerous, and even if you could, Dagahrion may kill them

>But there's one that knows you very well: Vhagar

>You rode on her back when she was Laena's, you were a little lass still, but she remembers you. And you rode her with Aemond last night

>It is better than nothing, and if she ate you, you know she's so big it'd be a quick death

>You pet her, and she gives into your touch

>You keep calming and buttering her up before you get on top. You're used to riding a large dragon, but she's different, every dragon is, you suppose

>You feel sorry for the ruckus caused when you and Vhagar ascended, poor dragonkeepers

>Your running was obviously not silent

>And so the search for Dagahrion begins. You have to find him before Vhagar decides to kick you off her back

>And before any other dragon comes looking for you

#yandere hotd #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere targaryens #hotd x reader #Targaryens x reader #yandere aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen x reader #yandere aemond targaryen

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darkestspring · 1 year

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how would dark/yandere Aegon The Conquer, Aemond One-Eye, Daemon The Rogue Prince, Maegor The Cruel, And Aegon The Usurper react how would they act if they married lady reader but at first they didn't love her even though she tried to make things work until they finally fell completely in love with her but she got tired and now she's the one who doesn't he wants it no matter what they do it drives them away and rejects them. thanks and sorry for making it so long :(

Aegon "The Conquerer" Targaryen

It had never been easy being married to him but you had tried. You tried to be a good wife. You tried to make things work.

You took the time to learn what he likes and disliked, his favorite topics, his curiosities. All of it, so that you may be a good wife to him, not just an obedient wife but a friend too.

And yet, again and again you were dismissed, not even worth a single word. He would wave you away without even looking at you. It legt you with your heart in your throat.

After so many attempts to be a good wife to him, only to be shot down and dismissed and even commanded to leave like you were just a nuisance to him, you decided to just stop. No amount of kindness would make him be kind to you.

Aegon found himself expecting your kindness, found himself missing it. He could not sleep without your daily acts of kindness towards you. You had always slept next to him and now you won't even stay in the same room as him.

"Stay a little longer, my wife." He had commanded of you as you went to leave the room as he entered it. Your expression was stone cold as you stared at him.

"How many I help you?" You sounded so formal and it hit his heart, he wished for your warmth. He craved your sweetness.

Aegon held out his hand to you. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

You wanted to scoff. A walk? How many times had you asked to take a walk with him only to be shot down, told to leave him out of your silly ideas. You stared at him with all the coldness you could muster in yourself. "Please leave me out of your silly ideas, your grace."

His heart dropped as he watched you walk out. He had said those words to you before.

Every request he had for you. to eat together, to spend the night together, to read, to walk, to be together was met with a cold refusal from his wife.

Just like he had done before.

Aegon "The Usurper" Targaryen

In spite of Aegon's reputation as a whore and a drunkard, you tried your hardest as his wife to be there. to help him and love him. You tried to be a good wife to him.

Only to be humiliated every single time.

You helped his hangovers, you defended him against rumors, you bathed him, to nursed him back to health, you took his side over everyone elses. You never strayed, you always brought him his favorite means and you refused to believe your good mother's words and saw the best in him.

And yet, it was never enough. He preferred whores and unwilling servants over his own wife. He could not speak to his own wife unless he was drunk and even then, he spoke of you with disdain, spoke that you had trapped him and how you suffocated him.

You're not sure at what point it was enough for you. Was it the whoring? Was it his comment that you were suffocating him? Was it the fact that he was so willing to have bastards but refused to even acknowledge you as his lawful wife? maybe it was all of it.

You ordered the staff to move your things into a separate room, far away from this one. You ignored the queen's pleas for you to reconsider. you ignored the look on your good brother's face. you ignored servants who came to inform you that your husband had returned drunk.

When Aegon woke up the next morning with a mind-spliting hang over and weakly called for you, panic filling him as you never replied or came. "My love?" Came his weak call and when the door opened it was a servant, not you. She placed breakfast and medicine for the pain on the table.

"The queen wishes to see you after you have cleaned up, my prince." The servant meekly informed him before hurrying out before he could ask her where you were.

you always nursed him, cared for him. You had always been there for him, so where were you now? Where was his love?

The next time he saw you, you were with his sister, stone faced as his mother seemed to be pleading something from you.

"My decision is done. I respect you greatly, good mother." Your voice wasn't the same as it had been before. "But I am done trying."

"My love, where have you been?" His question sounds stupid and he watched as his mother grimaces and looks away.

"Not suffocating you, Prince Aegon." Your reply is cold and he flinches as you stare at him coldly. "I have taken precaution to avoid causing you such troubles."

"My wife...."

"Am I your wife?" You retorted humorless, ignoring the look that his family gives you, sympathy and pity. "I hadn't noticed." You walked past him without another word.

He had said those words to you, heartless and cruel. And now he had lost you just as he realized that he loved you.

Aemond "The One-Eye" Targaryen

In the beginning you had been delighted to be married to Aemond, he was a man of honor, he would do his duty, just as you would do yours.

As he remained eternally cold, like a snowstorm you could not escape, you tried your hardest to be the best wife to him. You brough him his meals when he remained preoccupied with his studies. you came to watch him train and express your awe over him. You brought him gifts and made sure to always look after him. You tried your hardest to be a wife he could depend upon.

And yet, the cold never left his eyes.

It went from being a delight to be his wife, to being an exhaustive chore.

The nights you spent crying, sobbing into your hands as your handmaiden tried to console you soon would outweigh the days you spent happy to help your husband.

You didn't know what was your breaking point. His coldness, his dismissive nature towards you, how he would never refute his brother's words about you or maybe it was the rumors that your husband had taken a lover.

All of it was too much. History may speak of you as his wife but you would have no more connections with him.

You stopped coming to his room at night, you stopped sending him medicine for his pains or cream for his phantom eye pains, you no longer mended his torn shirts, you no longer ate with him or even invited him on walks.

When you walked past him with your handmaiden, he would stare after you, his heart aching. Why did he feel this? You had been the only person to still defend him, to still spend time with him and now? You were too busy for any of it.

You refused to even look at him most days, you were a ghost in his presence and his heart ached to see your gentle smile once more.

"My wife." He called out to and you stopped, your hand clenching into a fist before you cooled your expression into one of pure coldness, one only for him. "Come eat with me."

"I'm sorry, I do not have the time. I already ate." You stared at him with nothing warm and it made him want to cry. "Please cease to bring trivial things like these to me."

'Please stop bringing such bothersome things to my attention.' that's what he once said to you, his gaze never once meeting yours.

"If you wish to have a meal, I think flying to Harrenhal and dining with your whore is a better idea." You retorted, smiling at him humorlessly before turning around and walking off down the hall.

Aemond Targaryen would have a wife only in name and law.

Daemon "The Rogue Prince" Targaryen

You didn't expect his love, your union was arranged and he was under no obligation to love you but his behavior was not one you expected.

You tried to care for him, always helping him and trying to be his wife, to be a good wife to him but he never cared in the slightest.

He refused to touch you or even look at you. He made it quite clear how much a nuisance you were. Not a wife of his choosing.

You had learned not to cry around him. He took joy in seeing you cry and he made it known to you.

In the beginning you had tried to be his wife. Tried to learn his likes and dislikes, tried to invite him to eat with you, take walks with you, see the night sky with you but he made it quite clear that he would always prefer his whores over you.

You had stopped that night. All of your affections turned cold. You no longer smiled at him and tried to invite him to do things with you. No, you had given up the notion of wife.

At first Daemon had found it amusing, wanting to see how far his lovely wife took this but then days stretched into weeks which stretched into three months and it was no longer amusing. He wanted you to dote on him and be his wife.

But you no longer considered him your husband. There is no bone in your body that wishes to be near him.

"Don't you think your tantrum has gone on long enough, my sweet girl?" He had asked you, irritation coating his voice.

You stared him with a stone cold look before tilting your head. "If my prince lacks attention, he may see his whores. He can pay them to fake affections towards him because as you've made quite clear, you prefer the whores."

He stares at you with a dark look as you walk away. He'll chip away at your coldness until his sweet wife is returned, he's sure of that.

Maegor "The Cruel" Targaryen

You had dreaded being married to him, he was known for his cruelty, for how far he was willing to go for what he wanted. Torture, murder, kinslaying. None of that mattered to him.

You still tried your hardest to be a good wife, to be attentive and helpful, to bear him a son but none of it mattered.

You would always be just a broodmare for him. He had reminded you of it several times. You were barely his wife and never his equal. You were broodmare, the only purpose you have for him is to give him a son.

What you wanted did not matter to him, he reminded you as he pinned you down once more.

Maybe something inside you broke that night. Maybe it had always been broken.

Whenever it had broken, you could not keep being a good wife. You prayed to the mother for forgiveness every day for that fact.

It was praying that helped you avoid him, you spent more time in the sept than you did in your own room.

Slowly, Maegor came to miss your presence. The way your hands would massage his shoulders when they hurt. The way you would bring him his favorite things and kiss him while wishing him luck, telling him that you believed in him.

You were his wife, and yet, where were you?

Maegor cornered you in the sept when it was only you inside. "Where has my wife been? How I've missed you kind hands."

You barely restrained a flinch as you clenched your hands together in an effort to maintain your composure. "I have been praying, your grace."

Your Grace? What happened to Husband?

Maegor hummed, watching you carefully as you started to walk past and he grabbed your arm. "You have not been visiting me. How are you to be my wife if you won't see me?"

"As you have told me, I am barely your wife. I am simply your broodmare. If you wish for a wife, there are many others. I am not your only wife." Your words were cold, just as your gaze was.

Out of shock, Maegor loosened his grip and your snatched your arms back, hurrying past as he simply looked at your furthering figure.

Now, that wasn't going to work.

#house of the dragon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #maegor targaryen x reader #hotd x reader

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del-thetiredwriter · 1 year

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Yandere Aegon x Rhaenyra’s daughter reader

Warning:chains, captivity,forced marriage…

English is my second language

The chains on your wrists jingled as you protested the maids who came to dress you.

"Don't dare to come close !What are you planning! “

“Princess y/n, please don't be difficult. We're just following the King's order." Said one of the maids, trying to calm you down.

"King’s?!"

"Yes King’s."

You were interrupted by the white-haired man standing at the door. Your Uncle Aegon , the one holding you captive here.

“Leave us alone.” Aegon ordered.

“What are you planning again?” you spat.

“Oh my dear niece, you are so wild as always. “

"Answer! What’s the meaning of that white dress !”

“I think you know what it means. We have our wedding tonight. So tonight you will finally be my wife.”

He said smiling.

You were horrified by the 'what' he said. Aegon Targaryen, were you going to marry the person who took everything from you, your mother, your brothers …No way .

You raised your hand to slap him but he stopped you. The chains on your wrist jingled.

"I'd rather die!" you said angrily.

"I hope this brutality doesn't continue after marriage, my dear niece."

He said kissing the hand he was holding.

You pulled your hand away.

“Now be good and prepare well, do you understand me? If you do something absurd like running away or killing yourself again, I don't mercy for you or your only surviving brothers Aegon and Visersy .”

You stopped when you heard your brother’s names .He was always using them against you.

“Now I have to leave. I have a lot of work to do for the wedding of the century.”

He looked at you for the last time before leaving the room and smirked .

“I look forward to the night, my dear wife.”

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missglaskin · 2 years

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YANDERE (HOTD) TARGARYEN/VELARYON/HIGHTOWER FAMILY (TOGETHER) HCS PART 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Mainly platonic w romantic pairings (mainly Aemond x y/n), suggestive themes beware, starts fluffy but ends horribly; the timeline is inconsistent, Cregan and Aegon will play a big part, later on, don’t worry. Reader is also now done with greens as a whole.

Cutting his lip with a fine blade of dragonglass, you rub a mark on his forehead, and he does the same for you. It is with the same blade that he cuts his hand; you do the same; his hand then reaches for yours and they are intertwined. While keeping your eyes locked on his, you drink from a cup and offer it to him, displaying no signs of discomfort from the cut.

There you pledge to each other that you’re now one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. With a shared smile, you lay a hand on his cheek and close the distance. The kiss you share is passionate and harsh; everything around you is lost in a blur. Finally pulling away, your foreheads rest against one another.

As she observes proudly while smiling, Alicent notices she is tearing up. Otto, who is standing by her side, is also smiling at the sight. Helaena keeps her head down, holding her twins close to her. In some ways, Criston is relieved as he observes from a distance.

Criston's gaze eventually turns to Aegon, who is standing next to his wife with nothing but misery on his face. Aegon expected you to be miserable, to cry, and to struggle all the way to the altar, but you didn't; instead, you appeared content, and worse yet, happy.

On that day; the prince, Aemond Targaryen, the second-born son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower, and Y/N Targaryen, the princess and second daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Aemma, were wed in a valyrian ceremony.

At that moment, so many things crossed your mind; your father, Winterfell, Rhaenyra. But you made the decision that evening that you wouldn't think about anything, not even the impending war. Tonight, it will just be the two of you.

You wouldn't lie if you admit there was self-gain in this marriage, but then again, every marriage has its own motive. Aemond's promise was the reason you married him, but perhaps there can be something else. A marriage out of love was your greatest desire and you may find it in Aemond. You already had a love for him. It’ll only become more intimate.

In the morning, you woke to the prince on top of you; it seemed that the previous night had not yet satisfied his appetite. As you stare at Aemond with his sapphire on display and his hair down, clinging to his naked frame; you find yourself falling for him.

In the afternoon, you’re with Helaena and as much as you wish to discuss your marriage with Aemond, you keep it to yourself, knowing how just ‘loving’ her husband can be. You had Jaehaerys on your lap while Jaehaera was on the ground playing with dragon figures.

You soon notice Helaena seems anxious, so you tentatively put a hand on her arm and inquire as to what's wrong. She waits a moment before uttering the word "bird." When you ask Helaena what of the bird, she turns her head away and says, "The bird has flown so high to the sky that the clouds were near."

Helaena then turns to face you, "And the bird fell." When you asked her why, "Its wings were torn.” Alicent enters the room before you have the chance to ask her any more questions. After setting Jaehaerys down on the ground with his sister, you move towards Alicent. After giving you a hug, she holds you close, placing her hands on your arms.

She questions how marriage has treated you thus far and smiles when you say it’s been going well. Alicent remarks that soon you’ll make her a proud grandmother. "From thy blood, a dragon claims two," Helaena mutters under her breath. Alicent pays her no mind as she directs you out of the room.

Flying to Dragonstone, Rhaenys has informed Rhaenyra and Daemon of the king's passing and the usurpation. While all of this is going on, Daemon questions your whereabouts, and Rhaenys confesses you have stayed with the greens. Rhaenyra feels another jab in her stomach. Daemon insists they must have tricked you and Rhaenys agrees.

Rhaenyra gave birth to a daughter who was born all twisted, and the day she was born, she had to burn her. She wanted nothing more than your presence. As she watched her daughter burn, she wanted you to dry her tears and hold her close.

The news that you were with the green well didn't go over well with the kids. Jace insisted on bringing you back and had to be restrained from riding his dragon; Baela had to be restrained as well by her grandmother. Luke questioned whether you had really betrayed them, but Rhaena was adamant that you never would.

Later, when Otto appears on Dragonstone, he talks terms with Rhaenyra and Daemon. Then, as he whispers into Rhaenyra's ear, he says that at the very least, she should accept the term for you. Otto informs Rhaenyra in a hushed voice that since you’ve married Aemond, your fate is now aligned with his.

Rhaenyra is stunned. Daemon approaches her and questions as to what it is, but Rhaenyra exchanges a glance with Otto and responds, "It's nothing." Only the Gods would know what Daemon would do if he were to know. She ponders about it while at the council. The marriage is a secret for now, but soon word will get out.

Rhaenys pleads with Corlys to stand by Rhaenyra when he finally awakens. When Corlys asks why you haven't seen him yet, his wife responds you are not in Dragonstone but rather in King's Landing with the Greens. Soon, Corlys goes to the council and swears his allegiance to Rhaenyra. There, he guarantees he will bring her justice and rescue you from the green's grasp.

The Vale, Winterfell, and Storm's end were among the alliances mentioned. The council agrees the Starks will undoubtedly side with them; Rhaenyra asserts that if Cregan won't fight for honor, he'll fight for you. Arguing that the dragons are faster than ships, Jace asks that his mother send them. Luke will be sent to Storm's End while Jace is to travel to Winterfell.

Back at King’s landing, you remind Aemond of the promise. The Baratheon will undoubtedly be Rhaenyra's first choice of allies, so there is a chance that Aemond will run into them there. Before departing, Aemond gives you a quick kiss. However, neither of you notice a watchful eye.

Luke expects a warm welcome when he arrives at Storm's End, but finds scornful eyes and the one-eyed prince staring at him from the side. Borros Baratheon made it very clear about which side he was on. He does offer one of his daughters, but Luke insists that he’s already taken.

When Luke asks as to which daughter Aemond has settled on, Borros replies that Aemond has already been wed; taking you as his wife. Luke is quick to deny this, claiming you’ll never do such a thing but Aemond only smirks.

There, Aemond claims that you have joined their cause, backed up Aegon's claim, and that you were the one to make the marriage proposal. Luke is visibly enraged as he reaches for his sword; Aemond expects him to draw it, but Luke doesn’t.

He recalls the promise he made to his mother; he was a messenger, not a warrior. Even when Aemond takes off his eye patch and demands an eye, he still kept his promise. Turning around and running to Arrax; alarmed when Vhagar is nowhere seen.

Aemond pursues him as he soars through the storm. He circles around the boy; taunting him. He owes him a debt, an eye. When Arrax flies off after firing at Vhagar, Aemond is shocked to see Vhagar trailing after him without his lead. The promise briefly crossed his mind.

When Vhagar reaches the high skies where the clouds are near, Aemond orders her to serve him, but the dragon keeps going. Despite Aemond's repeated cries of "no," Vhagar quickly opens its jaws to Luke and Arrax. Looking down, all Aemond can see are torn wings tumbling down, with Luke nowhere to be seen.

As Aemond moves forward, there is a look of dread. It was said that Rhaenyra collapsed at dragonstone upon hearing of her son's passing, and cries of grief could be heard throughout the castle in king's landing. The Dance of the Dragons has at last begun.

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alannybunnue · 2 years

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Considering the relationship Alicent has with him, Aegon II 10000% has a mommy kink due to mommy issues

It's undeniable at this point.

This boy spend a long time in need of motherly love, and was denied. So he is gonna take that on you.

Which also opens the space for Praise Kink, i can see him getting off on you praising him, since no one else does.

Now i can't stop thinking of him calling us "Mommy" while at it 😐

Anyway, Mommy kink and praise kink for Aegon II.

#ask #yandere concept #aegon ii #aegon the usurper

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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I have brainrot and must get out another HOTD fic. NOT PROOFREAD, I WAS COOKING WITH THIS. THIS IS AN ADULT AEGON II FIC, WHICH MEANS IT MENTIONS PLOT POINTS FROM THE BOOKS.

Spoilers For HOTD and Fire & Blood

A short story based on this idea I had.

Baptism By Fire

Yandere! Aegon II Targaryen Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Mentions of intimacy, General Mature Content Warning (This is HOTD/F&B so-) Obsession, Murder, Violence, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Adultery, Consensual turned Forced relationship.

Aegon never liked his older half-sister. In his eyes Rhaenyra was a usurper to the throne. In his younger years he never liked the thought of being king... but now, as an older man, he has grown into such a role.

Since he was a young boy, Aegon had always had his fill of pleasures. However, he did have one true love... which was surprisingly not his wife, Helaena. A maid that served his elder half-sister, you....

You were Rhaenyra's personal handmaid. You were around his age, a maid who came from a family of servants. Originally you were just another target of his unusually insatiable libido.

However, Aegon felt he could cast aside his responsibilities with you. In you he found companionship he wasn't expecting. It wasn't just when he had you in his chambers... it was whenever you were around.

Your "relationship" was kept secret from both his mother and elder-sister. He had a feeling they'd both hate him if he admitted to growing fond of you. As a result of your nights together Aegon always had Moon Tea prepared to hide the "evidence".

Aegon always felt you reciprocated his advances. Up until he was married he saw you as at least a friend, if not lover. However, all good things must come to an end.

Reluctantly he was forced onto the throne as the event known as the Dance of The Dragons began to culminate. Ever loyal to Rhaenyra, you stayed her handmaid. An action Aegon found resentment towards....

Aegon had Helaena to give him heirs, but he didn't particularly enjoy it. Aegon always found himself lusting over other women instead. Oddly his choices often resembled you.

As king during the Targaryen Civil War, it was expected he'd go through many hardships. Even with his golden mount, Sunfyre, by his side... The Blacks still proved to be formidable opponents. He still hated the idea of you being loyal to them... even after everything you shared together.

Aegon's thoughts about you never left his mind. Helaena was not blind to the infatuation in Aegon's eyes. The king, even as a fully fledged adult now, still thought of you. Fate had been cruel... and kept getting crueler.

Aegon wondered if he'd even see you again. Throughout his time as king he had witnessed, assassinations, and the death of his children. He suffers all while you tend to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

He finds himself yearning for you.

His hate for The Blacks grows when he fights Rhaenys. Upon dragon back he was struck down, Sunfyre unable to win against Rhaenys' mount, Meleys. As a result he was left burned and twisted.

By the time the king reunites with you, his face and body are marred. He feels mixed feelings when he sees you stand beside Rhaenyra during the attack on Dragonstone. Even more so when he sees you with Rhaenyra's son behind you.

Aegon feels no remorse when he orders guards to pull you and Rhaenyra's son away. He doesn't give a damn when he orders Sunfyre to sear and consume the false queen. That woman has taken enough from him.

Her death brings a grin to his face.

You're all his.

While many suggested he kill Aegon The Younger, the king turns down such suggestions. The boy, and you, already seemed traumatized enough. Instead he takes the boy prisoner.

Which makes you his new handmaid.

You didn't dare look at him after that. You looked so broken after seeing the death of Rhaenyra, your queen. The Dance of Dragons was not quite done, as resistance still brewed within Black supporters.

However, Aegon could care less currently.

He spared the boy partially for you. He may look different now... but his infatuation for you never left. You stare at his burned and scarred face in fear.

Despite such fear he finds himself embracing you. He struggled to walk and is nowhere close to how he was when he was younger. Even just in his 20's he looks like he's seen hell.

You don't move in his grip. He merely holds you tighter against him. He has waited a long time to have you again.

You still look just as beautiful as the last time he's seen you, a young woman in your 20's who hasn't been through war.

He still wishes to kiss you and share that much affection and intimacy with you. Yet, he settles with easing you into it with a kiss on your forehead. He even tries to cultivate the old feelings you had with advances... even allowing you to visit Aegon the Younger.

Your relationship may not be like it was before... it may never be...

But Aegon is determined.

He has you all to himself now... in his eyes he's won....

The war isn't over, many still support the prince he keeps prisoner. But for now he'd like to ignore all the warfare. He's tired of the fighting...

All he needs is you now...

With you in his arms... he'll take on whatever they throw at him.

He doesn't care if he dies now... as long as he has you by his side during it.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere a song of ice and fire #yandere fire and blood #yandere westeros #yandere aegon II targaryen #yandere aegon targaryen

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mybeautifuldelirium · 1 year

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Can you write a chapter 2 to And you left me! Maybe Y/N goes to Storm’s End with Luke and Aemond kills him, kidnaps Y/N to capital as prisonar and then Aegon marries to her. But now Y/N is unwilling to marry him because he stole her mother’s throne and his brother murdered her brother in front of her. She hates her husband and wants to return to her mother. (If you are uncomfortable about writing noncon it can be just angst for both of them. It doesn’t have to be smut or yandere thing. I just want to see real Aegon’s character more than HoTD. Because in the show they made him more innocent than he actually is.)

And You Left Me! Part 2 |Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Part 1

A/N: I’m not sure how well I did w this chapter cuz originally I wasn’t really planning on doing a part 2, so I’m not sure if I did it any justice, but I still hope u enjoy 💚

Warnings: Targ!Incest, Dub Con, 18+, Angst!, NSFW allusions but nothing explicit

“And yet, with his final breath, he whispered to me that you should take his place on the throne.” The queen insisted, tightening her grip.

“Only on one condition shall I obey” Aegon narrowed his gaze “I am to take Y/N Velaryon as my second wife like Aegon the Conqueror did. She is to be my queen”

“No” Rhaenyra tore the thin parchment and threw it at Otto’s feet “My answer is NO! I am not to sacrifice my only daughter, she is a woman betrothed and my treacherous brother is well aware of this predicament”

Y/N’s eyes burned from trying to hold back her tears, Aegon lied, of course he would do that, of course he would betray and usurp her mother. She should’ve never returned to King’s Landing, she should’ve never let her guard down in front of him, never allowed herself to get lost in those teary violet eyes again.

“You met up with him, didn’t you?!” Rhaenyra pulled at her daughter’s hand “What did I tell you all those years ago, don’t you remember why I had to take you away from there?!”

“M-mother…I…I’m sorry…I didn’t-”

“You’re such a naïve girl Y/N” she shook her head in disappointment “You think he really loves you, don’t you? He took away my birthright, your birthright and now he wants to take you, to corrupt you! I will not allow that!”

The blood curdling screams that the young princess let out as her sweet little brother was falling down to his demise, echoed through the storm. Y/N leapt from her beautiful silver dragon, hoping to soon meet the same fate, but strong arms were suddenly wrapped around her pulling her back.

“NO” she wept, trying to free herself from the firm grasp of her captor “Let me go!! You KILLED him!! Let me go, let me die!”

“Forgive me, dear niece, it is your king who shall get to choose your fate” those were the last words she heard, before the shock and grief slipped her mind into unconsciousness.

The princess winced as the cold wet rag was firmly pressed onto her forehead, bloodshot eyes fluttering open. It was hard to adjust to the bright light, streaming through the windows, had she too died? A piercing pain shot through her chest, memories flooding back into her head.

“Lucerys, NO! He killed him! He killed him” she jolted up as the screams were tearing through her chest “No, he’s gone! He’s gone, it should’ve been me!”

“Princess, princess, please, you’re still weak” the poor maid begged, desperately trying to restrain her as the doors bursted open.

“Out, everyone”

That voice, Y/N knew that voice, of course she did, the voice of that drunkard, silver haired imbecile that she had been cursed to love.

“Where is he?! Where’s my brother?!” She tried to get up groaning from the pain “He killed him, he killed him!!”

“Don’t get up, you’re still weak” Aegon grimaced, plopping himself beside on the bed.

“My mother was right! I was a stupid naïve girl” her voice echoed through the room as she scooted further away from his body “Usurper! Traitor! Take me home!!”

Aegon bit his lip, trying to ignore the hatred in her voice

“This is your home” he looked down then back into her eyes mumbling with a stern voice “With me”

“With you? WITH YOU?!” Y/N let out a pained laugh “Let. Me. Go.”

“NO” Aegon stood up, his pale finger pointed at her chest

“You will stay here! You will marry me, like you promised!”

“You’ve lost your mind” the princess shook her head in disbelief “After everything your family’s done, after everything you’ve done, NEVER…I’d rather burn”

“You WILL” flames burned through the young Targaryen’s eyes as he tightly gripped her arm, knuckles going white.

“I am your king!! You will obey me! You shall be my queen”

The following days melted away into each other and though the health of the young princess had improved, her heart had been shattered into million pieces.

The queen mother Alicent would often visit the feeble girl, trying to reason with her.

“You love my son Y/N, you always have, despite your mother, despite his despicable behavior, I know that”

“I did…” the princess’ words trailed off “now no more, that love is forever gone!”

“You know that’s not true,” Alicent scoffed. “You think I wanted to wed your grand sire? We’re women, we don’t get to choose our fate”

Aegon’s life wasn’t any different than usual, the unfortunate king, had spent the preceding days drinking himself into oblivion with the occasional visits to the pleasure houses yet his mind kept coming back to Y/N, ever since that night when he had drunkenly stumbled into her chambers, her face had been haunting his dreams. He wanted her to be his and she was going to be his no matter what.

Poor, sweet Helaena had come at dawn, thin pale fingers draping a cloak of emerald green with a delicate embroidery of gold around Y/N’s trembling frame.

“Hel…please, please help me, I want to go home…” her eyes glistened from the newly formed tears “Aegon is your husband, the father of your children…d-doesn’t this bother you?”

“An oath of the dragon is an oath of the flesh” the young queen’s voice quivered, her delicate face devoid of any emotion.

This wasn’t how her wedding day was meant to go, Y/N Velaryon the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, she was supposed to be happily wed to Cregan Stark, before the eyes of the gods, blessed by the hand of her mother. Yet there she stood, as the septon spoke their vows, her hands intertwined with those of the one her heart longed for but her mind despised.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days” Aegon’s words were slurred as a meager stench of wine lingered from his breath yet his eyes shone with twinkles of hope and desire.

“Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his, and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days”

The king’s calloused fingers felt rough against the skin of her cheek as he brought her face closer “My queen…you belong to me, only me” he snorted, crashing his chapped lips onto her plush ones as the hall erupted with cheers.

The feast was a brief affair, Aegon kept draining goblet after goblet while his left hand was clenched around Y/N’s wrist, violet eyes occasionally peering into her face.

“Aegon, slow down” she narrowed her gaze “You’ve drunk enough”

“Enough? Enough?!” the young Targaryen laughed “Oh my sweet niece, or should I say wife? Shan’t a man celebrate his union?!” his grip tightened, tugging her towards him as he raised his goblet “May the bedding ceremony begin!”

A veil of horror enveloped Y/N’s face as strong hands were mercilessly ripping through her lavish attire while her husband’s sneer echoed through the hall.

“Okay, that’s enough” Alicent scoffed, pulling the wine out of her son’s hand “Aegon, take your bride to your chambers, now!”

“Drink” the king sneered, handing her a goblet of wine as they were at last alone.

“Is this funny to you?!” Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched, a glimpse of disgust flashing through her eyes “Am I just a toy to you?!”

“You’re my wife, my sweet niece” Aegon’s gaze was now locked onto her face as if making sure that she won’t disappear at any moment “You’ll do your duty…you’ll give me an heir”

All blood drained from Y/N’s face, leaving her pale as a ghost “Y-you…you already have heirs”

“No, no, I don’t, not from you” his voice cracking as he took a step forward, his breath warm on her supple skin

“I want a child from you, from my queen”

“I would never lay with you” her hands hit at his chest “I would never touch you”

“You. Are. Mine.” the king tugged at her wrists, pulling her towards him so closely, that she could feel his wine odorous breath “You shall do as I say!”

“Aegon…no, don’t” her hands grabbed at his face in search of mercy in his eyes “I won’t do this”

“You are my wife now!!” Aegon grunted, pushing her onto the bed “You think I wanted this?!” he looked with disgust at his crown, tossing it at the wall “You think I wanted to be king?! I did this for you, I did all of this because I wanted you”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt restrained underneath his body, his wet mouth, hungrily kissing her neck while his hands were tugging at her skirts.

“You promised, and you left me! You. Left. Me.” His grip tightened “You won’t ever leave me again! Promise me! Never!”

As he eventually eased into her, he’d occasionally look up to take a quick glance at her pained face and for a brief moment there it was as if she could catch a glimpse of that Aegon she had once fallen in love with.

She had of course once, years ago, secretly dreamt of giving her maidenhead to Aegon, to her Aegon, but now this man, this man on top of her, that wasn’t him, it was as if a cruel beast had taken over his body and soul yet at one point her arms were instinctively wrapped around him, pulling his frame flush against her chest as she was quietly sobbing into his neck, sobs of pain and sweet pleasure.

The room grew quiet in the midst of the harsh night as they laid underneath the cold silk sheets, something that they would often do as children, alas now it was all different. No sweet chatter, no warm embraces, facing away from each other, the only audible sounds being some shallow breaths and whimpers.

Until Aegon’s voice, barely a whisper, tore through the silence;

“Do you hate me?”

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hey babes!! i noticed ur a dark content blog, and was wondering if you would write for aemond? the reader can be from anywhere just not a targ, i’m tired of all the targ!readers :(( maybe betrothed!reader with aemond having slight yandere tendencies? thank you babes <3333

a/n ahhh!! i totally understand the whole targ!reader, there is only so much incest i can take before i’m out. also, this is short and sweet <3.

warnings slight yandere tendencies, enabler!reader, kinda smut.

He wanted to know what it was like to press his callous hands against your skin, teeth against the flesh of your neck, to see you wither and cry out from underneath him. To hear your voice close to his ear, fingernails digging into the flesh of his skin, and legs wrapping around his waist. You were a dream, the only dream, that Aemond found himself wanting to come true.

The betrothal of you both had been announced at a feast held by his father, welcoming your family into theirs with a happy smile and hopes of a bright future for the betrotheds and your family’s house. Your family was a lowly house in Crownlands, and Aemond wasn’t too sure why his father approved of the betrothal that his mother was so vehemently against.

You were quite the spitfire when railed up, and since you hated the court so much, your annoyance was always at an all time high. Aemond had quickly grown tired of it, and decided that he would have to simply take you everywhere with him. It was obvious your interests didn’t lie with powdered words and false laughs, but with exploring the city and watching the tiltyard. Both something he could provide.

Aemond had always been aware of his tendencies and faults, and he doesn’t quite remember when his possessiveness began, just that one day, he saw Cole speaking with you and it awoke something within him. He wasn’t naïve enough to think Cole wanted anything from you, and it definitely stemmed from his own feelings against his mother’s loyal hound. He led the two of you out of the tiltyard only seconds later, and his eye glared at Cole the entire time.

He knew it was getting worse when Aegon made a comment about your hips and bosom, and that had been the first time Aemond had ever put a blade against his brother’s throat. The fallout of the entire situation left him banished to his apartments for the next fortnight, and his weapons confiscated by the orders of his father.

He knew, sitting in his rooms on the sixth night, that he had a problem. A problem that he wasn’t willing to fix. Just six days without seeing your face, hearing your voice, left him angered beyond belief. Why should he be punished when his brother made such comments about his betrothed, his wife to be? Aemond cared not if his mother wanted him alive and well in order to usurp their older sister’s claim.

On the seventh night, when the guards began their rotation, Aemond snuck out. Quick down the stairs, and through long and winding corridors to reach the Maidenvault. Finding your rooms was easy, and slipping pass the dozing guards was even easier. And at last, Aemond laid his eyes upon your sleeping form once more. He stalked across the room, a hand reaching out to shake you awake.

“Wha— Ah! Wait — Aemond?” You gasp, eyes widening at the sight of him. “It has yet been a fortnight, what is it you’re doing?”

“I had to see you again, ñuha perzys,” He whispered, lowering to sit on the edge of your bed. “I fear I cannot go so long without looking upon your beautiful face.”

You raise a brow, “Tis only a fortnight. And, for good reason! You nearly killed your brother and—”

“For you, perzys,” Aemond cut her off, eye widening into something deranged. “I would kill everyone if it meant looking upon your face, hearing your sweet voice,” He trailed off with a faraway look for a moment, not noticing your look of disbelief and slight fear.

“You cannot mean that,” You insist. “You have only known me for five moons.”

Aemond gave a soft look, so uncharacteristic on his usual stoic face. “You understand me, ñuha perzys. You see me for who I am. You do not balk at the sight of my eye. You defend me when no one else has. Be it five moons or five years, I will do everything in my power to see you. Burn the world, if I must.”

You open your mouth, closing it soon afterwards, at a lost for words. Then, then, you grace Aemond with smile that forced the sun to pale in comparison. You sit up properly, face to face with Aemond, and cup his cheeks with your hands. “If I wanted diamonds and gems?” You wonder.

“Then diamonds and gems you shall have,” He inched closer, allowing your hands to grip his and guide them underneath your silk smooth shift.

“If I wanted all the gold from all the Magisters of the Free Cities?” You pull yourself closer, lips close enough to touch his.

“The gold will be yours,” He murmured, lost in your eyes, lost in your silky voice and smooth flesh underneath his trailing fingertips. Your fingers guided his towards your wet cunt.

“What if I wanted the Iron Throne. Would you give it to me?” Your voice ended in a needy whimper, eyes resembling that of a doe’s, as if it were an innocent question. With no merit behind it.

“I’ll conquer the Seven Kingdoms as my ancestor had, and lay it beneath your feet, if you so much as ask for it,” He groaned when his fingers sank inside your dripping cunt, worship in his tone.

Your giggle turned into a moan, as he pushed you onto your back, fingers working in and out of your cunt. “I’ll hold —ah— you to that.”

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