"Fatherhood" - Aegon Targaryen II X Older Sister!Reader

"Fatherhood" - Aegon Targaryen II x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Aegon tries to grant you relief during the later days of your pregnancy.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, lactation kink/tiddy succin, fingering, pregnancy, aegon's mommy issues

Word Count: 1,050 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Ever since he was born, you fashioned yourself as Aegon’s protector. The two of you had much in common, after all. Your father resents the both of you. You know why he hates you. He hates that you lived while Baelon died. While your mother died. Another daughter. What use were you to him? What you cannot figure out is why he neglects Aegon as he does. He finally has the son he always wished for, and yet, he spurns the boy at every turn. You and Aegon find comfort in each other’s arms, sneaking into each other’s rooms at night to sob in each other’s embrace, clinging to each other desperately as you imagine a world where you have a father who actually cares for you.

As you grow older, Viserys grows more neglectful. He can barely stand the sight of you. You, who he considers the reason he lost his beloved Aemma. And of course, Aegon. He doesn’t care when the two of you are betrothed to each other. He doesn’t name Aegon his heir as the entire realm thought he would. Instead, he cares only for his precious Rhaenyra. You want to scream at him that you, too, are Aemma’s daughter, that her spirit lives within you and he need only look. But you can’t. All you can do is find comfort in the arms of your younger brother.

You are wed when he is eight and ten and you are nine and ten in a ceremony that has far less pomp than your elder sister’s did. But you care not. All the two of you care about is that you are now bound to each other as you always hoped to be. From the time you were four and ten, you knew Aegon was the only man you could ever love. And Aegon knew you were the only woman he could ever love, the only one who understood him in all his complexities.

When his mother scolded him, it was you he’d turn to, burying his face in your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. You, who ran your fingers through his hair and murmured words of love, that he was indeed enough. That he had goodness and kindness in him, that his mother was wrong about him. That she may have claimed he was no son of hers, but that he would always be a brother of yours. You loved him selflessly, unconditionally. And he loved you much the same.

When you are with child, Aegon’s love for you only grows as he watches your belly swell with his babe. He spends long hours laying in bed beside you, talking to the little bump, vowing that he will be a better father than Viserys ever was to either of you. His voice is deep and the babe seems to adore it. Aegon adores your babe before ever meeting them. You watch him with fondness as he promises to take them for a ride atop Sunfyre, as he promises he will teach them all he knows, that he will love them with every fiber of his being.

Aegon notices the way you wince uncomfortably, hand moving to your chest - he frowns, moving to rest a hand on your cheek, “What is it, mandȳs?” (older sister)

“My breasts feel heavy,” you admit to him, “The maester said the farther along I am in my pregnancy, the more they will ache because the babe is not yet here to feed.”

He looks at you, those sweet lilac eyes boring into yours, a hint of mischief filling them as he suggests, “The babe may not yet be here, but your husband is.”

You arch a brow, giving your brother an amused smile as he moves to tug at the laces of your bodice, “And what exactly are you doing, pray tell?”

“Taking care of my sweet wife, of course.”

You watch curiously as he undoes your dress, your breasts, so full and round, heavy with milk, now bared to him. He moves his lips to take one of your nipples in his mouth, lavender eyes darkened with lust as he suckles at your breast. You moan softly, hands moving to thread through his silvery locks as he coaxes the milk from you, the sweet taste hitting his tongue after a few moments. You have never felt relief as you do in this moment, the heaviness inside you being lifted bit by bit as Aegon continues to mouth at you, switching to your other breast after the milk’s flow begins to ebb. You feel his fingers moving toward your cunt, stroking you slowly, making you sigh his name with pleasure.

Aegon’s lips twist upward as he continues suckling at you, thinking how he’s really quite jealous of his future child that will be allowed to have this privilege whenever they desire. All they’ll need to do is cry and you’ll take them into your arms and feed them, nurturing them as is your way. He moves to kiss your lips softly, his mouth moving against yours as your fingers move to undo his breeches, palming at his thick cock, working him to full hardness before he sheathes himself inside you.

“You will be allowed to take your fill anytime you please, brother,” you tell him, your voice a honeyed whisper in his ear, “Worry not, sweetling.”

Your words make him let out a low groan as he rolls his hips against yours, reveling in the sound of your sighs of ecstasy, your moans, the mewls you let out of his name. He wonders if it is possible to have fallen deeper in love with you than he was before, because at this moment, he does not think he has ever felt an emotion more powerful in his entire life than he does right now.

The two of you exchange a tender look as he continues to bring you closer and closer to your peak, hands caressing your breasts as he pledges his love to you, knowing that this child will only serve to bring the two of you closer.

He finds himself excited at the prospect of fatherhood, especially when you speak to him in that sweet voice of yours, “You are already a better father than he ever was, my sweet brother.”

Hiii I’m glad your back and I just wanted to share a thought I’ve been thinking about yan!mom!aemma and gremlin!reader i feel aemma would be those type of moms that ignores every wrong thing their kid has done wrong for example

Maid watching after reader: “you grace Y/N has painted all over the library and drew faces all over the book covers.”

Yan!mom!Aemma: “Awww my baby wants to be an artist.” (or) “They were just expressing their creativity weren’t you baby.” (Or) “My sweet baby is just cranky from not taking their 2nd afternoon nap let’s go.”

And if we’re talking about dragon onesiereader Now aemma is turning every which way to justify what reader does for example reader could literally burn the red keep down and Aemma would insist that her darling baby wouldn’t ever do such a thing or They are just expressing their inner dragon .

I feel like aemma would have a ‘talk’ with reader about certain things (I say ‘talk’ because it’s not one it’s just her babing reader or giving them treats or gifts.)

(That was it)

Due to their already royal upbringing, the reader is guaranteed to be spoiled, but with Viserys and Aemma around, they’ll be spoiled rotten. While Aemma tries to scold the reader, at the sight of the puppy eyes and god forbid, a single tear coming out, Aemma melts into cooing and cuddling the reader, forgetting any intended lectures. Unlike Viserys, who remains blissfully ignorant and dismisses the claims as mere ‘exaggerations’, while Aemma is well aware, but has every excuse. 

Even the most stern of septas find their patience tested when the reader opts for scribbling in books rather than learning. Complaints to the queens will be brushed aside, with Aemma asking to see the reader’s doodlings, praising her for such an imagination. Even when the castle walls become the reader’s canvas, Aemma will let it be preserved if the reader cries of her drawings be erased, leaving court members to hold their tongues in the face of scribbled faces. 

Aemma loves giving the reader her afternoon naps, it’s their time to bond, cradling and reading them stories until they fall asleep. Despite the septas’ advice against it, but at the end of the day, it’s the handmaidens and servants who bear the brunt of the reader’s nocturnal activities.

let others wage war: you,happy child, marry-

Masterpost (under repair)

theme(s): politics, war, marriage, dynastic conflicts, alliances, romance, sexual content (eventual), childbirth, gender/society criticisms, class warfare/analysis and more

warning(s): adult content incl unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving) , masturbation, infidelity, minor character death, miscarriages and more (18+ eventually)

starring:

Y/n (reader) as Princess Dagmar of Denmark (later Tsarina Maria Feodorovna of Russia)

Timothee Chalamet as Tsesarevich Timothee Alexandrovich of Russia (later Tsar Timothee I of Russia)

Saoirse Ronan as Princess Alexandra ‘Alix’ of Denmark, (later Princess of Wales & Queen Alexandra of England)

danish royal family

Nicole Kidman as Crown Princess Louise (later Queen Louise of Denmark)

Christian Bale as Crown Prince Christian (later King Christian IX of Denmark)

Mike Faist as Crown Prince Frederick of Denmark (later King Frederick XVIII)

George McKay as Prince Wilhelm of Denmark (King George I of Greece)

TBA as Princess Louisa of Sweden (later Queen Lovisa of Denmark)

Millie Bobbie Brown as Princess Thyra of Denmark

Jacob Tremblay as Prince Valdemar of Denmark

Russian royal family (House Romanovs)

Adrien Brody as Tsar Alexander II

Rebecca Ferguson as Tsarina Maria Alexandrovna (nee Princess Jessica of Hesse-Darmstadt)

Louis Partridge as Prince Alexander Alexandrovich of Russia 

Kiernan Shipka as Princess Maria Alexandrovna of Russia (later Duchess of Saxe-Coburg

Lucas Jade-Zumann as Prince Vladimir Alexandrovich of Russia 

Anya Taylor-Joy as Princess Olga Konstantinova of Russia (later Queen Olga of Greece)

Natalia Dyer as Princess Xenia Konstantinova of Russia

Elle Fanning as Princess Tatiana Maximillianova of Leuchtenberg

Tamzin Merchant as Princess Catherine Dolgoruky

British Royal Family

Angela Bassett as Queen Victoria of England

Zawe Ashton as Crown Princess Victoria of Prussia, Princess Royal of England

Rege Jean-Page as Prince Edward of Wales (later King Edward VII of England) 

Jodie Turner Smith as Alice, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine

Daniel Kaluuya as Alfred, Duke of Saxe-Coburg Gotha

Keke Palmer as Helena, Princess of England and later Princess of Schleswig-Holstein

John Boyega as Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Stratheam

TBA as Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany

Zendaya as Beatrice, Princess Henry of Battenburg

and more….

Based on 19th century European history and royal affairs, and heavily inspired by the documentary on the father in law of Europe : King Christian IX of Denmark, whose children married into or were appointed into various thrones across the continent and wielded significant dynastic influence. 

Watch the daughter of an unlikely king in a rags to riches story after gaining the affections of the wealthiest heir in the world. From humble country homes and earthy estates to grand palaces, heirloom jewels and the latest fashion - navigate the tumultuous royal court of the ever-changing, dynamic Imperial Russia at its apex, and the evolving world around it. 

Life would never be the same, and your family is at the heart of the world around you as your family achieve royal status. 

Chapters:

act one.

act two.

act three.

act four. 

act five. 

act six.

act seven.

act eight.

act nine.

act ten.

act eleven.

act twelve.

act thirteen.

act fourteen.

act fifteen.

act sixteen.

act seventeen.

act eighteen.

act nineteen.

act twenty.

act twenty one.

act twenty two.

act twenty three.

act twenty four.

…

yes i have requests and other series - but this was meant to be my first work here and one of my passion projects because i am a sucker for royal drama/weddings/gowns and dynastic jewels and heirlooms and all that. tune in! 

the quote is based on a saying about the House of Habsburgs in the 16th century. 

unknown number of chapters but this will definitely be a multi-part series. schedule for uploads is irregular but they will be long! 

BEING IVAR’S DAUGHTER WOULD INCLUDE:

(anonymous said: being ivar’s daughter would include??? love your work btw!! ❤️)

(a/n: sorry that this one took so long to write up and publish, things have been hectic for so long for us! we loved this one, honestly, - it was so cute -. thanks so much! we’re so glad that you enjoy our work. ❤ thank you sooo much for requesting, sunshine!  - admin kat 🌙❣️ & admin wenzel 🌲💖)

◾ First of all; it would be an total known fact that your father, the Great Ivar the Boneless would resolutely believe that your birth were to be a blessing & miracle, hands down. 

◾ With that said, your father would thus believe that the All Mighty Gods from above gave you life for an very important reason, to which he would express his upmost gratitude towards them, each & every single day of his life, with bucket-loads of contentment & gratefulness, (etc).

◾ Overall, your father would be rather grateful &  joyousness upon having the chance to witness your birth or when holding you for the very first time, yet however in the rear dark corners of his mind, he would appear rather bewildered upon becoming a father, having been told prior hand, countless of times, that he wouldn’t be able produce any children (having believed so for sometime) & that no one could or would ever love a cripple, such as himself. 

◾ “For I may be greatly consumed by perplexed and astonishing emotions…” your father, Ivar the Boneless, would begin to speak lowly, chagrin lacing his tone in a way in-which he seemed to be in awe of your sleeping figure. “But I would prefer this more than the wretched anger I constantly feel.”

◾ With that noted, it would be incredibly evident that you would have a particular & special place within your fathers heart, to which would never change with your growing of age & so on. 

◾ Your father & daughter bond would blossom throughout the years as rather inseparable & unbreakable, to the point that no mere mortal or God like being could ever splinter, (etc). 

◾ If anyone (man, women, beast, whatever or whoever) were to approach you with fowl, ill or any negative words or intentions, it’s certain that your father would clearly drag himself over rapidly, spitting not only threats of venom towards them, but also his acclaimed and unrelenting wrath.

◾ Thus vowing to them, - promising upon the all Mighty Gods -, that if they were to ever speak of or think of you in anyway, shape or form (the list definitely goes on) again, he wouldn’t hesitate to have each & everyone of them Blood Eagled in front of the entire nation.

◾ If that weren’t to workout, your dear father would inflict a massive amount of violence & pain upon or towards them, in which would be filled with so much focused fury & absolute torment that he’d ensure that they’d never have the ability of walking in a straight line once more.  

◾ “I swear to all the Mighty Gods above that if you ever go near my daughter again, I will personally do more upon you than dragging your ass into the dirt!” He’d bellow boorishly without showing any form of hesitation whilst complete rage consumed his whole being. 

◾ After that encounter, there would definitely be no way in Hel that your dear father were to ever see you as an grown woman to whom is capable of keeping yourself safe when you age older. It ending with your father keeping an rather close eye upon your every moves from then on, (etc).

◾ “What are you talking about?” your father would question out rather distastefully at your sudden question upon if courting and marriage were to be apart of your near future. “You’re too young to muster up thoughts of courting and marriage! ” He’d added rather in an grumble at you, waving his hand as though dismissing the topic entirely without another word spoken.

◾ It would be an known fact that your father, Ivar would be an quite protective father. Like protective scary & upon a completely different level than others would appear with their own children. People would most diffidently end up probably dying within terrible ways because of how possessive he would appear. You’re his daughter, so he truly & deeply cares about you.  

◾ “No one is good enough for you, dear daughter.” Ivar would lean forward, grinning as though he weren’t being serious, though the twist of his eyes and mouth churning suddenly made you think otherwise. “And if you meet a man, - or a woman for that matter -, and you think you’ve found the one… You’d better think again.”

◾ Your fathers anger would scare you immensely, to which he’d tend to try to shield you from it at times, but he can be tense and harsh, not understanding how to exactly be around you. But you know of what the citizens of Kattegat say of him, and you know that it’s true.

◾ Growing up he would play with you whilst often finding it rather hard to be gentle with you in moments like this between you both, because of how very small & physically frail you would be. Deep down having a true fear of himself ever accidentally harming you, to which he wouldn’t forgive himself for if that were ever to unfold, (etc).

◾ Yet as you grow more older in time, he would still be soft with you at times between you both, but would become more harsh in some ways, ensuring & teaching you about how the worlds really is, but also  shielding you when he calls for it, but not always being so successful with that.

◾ There’d be no dating at all. Period. 

◾ With that topic ahead, if you were ever to date, it would be whomever your father would pick for you, hands down. Ivar is one picky son of a bitch & wants someone to whom would be able to take care of you, is intelligent, willing to treat you with the upmost right but also respect, can protect you with their life & someone to whom is a real Viking. 

◾ You’d be the reason to why your father smiles much of the time. Seeing you grown up & to witness you being your one true self would really make him blissful with the upmost happiness. 

◾ You’d most likely have his temper, & he would be for sure proud of that. 

◾ It would be somewhat rare for you both to get into arguments, surprisingly, but if that were to ever happen, it would be rather intense & frightful situation for others to witness. Often ending with words full of venom from both parties & having no type of control within yourselves, to which no mere mortal nor God could split up. It would be a bloodbath, hands down. 

◾ With that said; it would also result in with both parties no longer uttering even the smallest words to one another for quite sometime or chasing a glance towards each other. The silent treatment would be rather quite a big thing between you both in the end, lasting for quite sometime. 

◾ It would take ages for either of you to cave in, usually it being yourself to do so, but almost as much as your father, Ivar. Clearly becoming quite uncomfortable & saddened with how far apart you both have become of this argument. -not unless you ever become a Christian- -to which clearly would be a complete no-no with your father-.

◾ He knows deep down that he cannot stay angered at you forever.

◾ Once again becoming ever the more inseparable with one another.

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Wait this is a dumb question but does laena know Valyrian. I can’t recall if daemon spoke it with her

The Search for a Home. Daemon Targaryen character analysis.

Thanks for your question dear Anon, you inspired all this. <3

I think Laena knows high Valyrian or at least the essentials to command a Dragon, but we've never heard her say anything in that language apart from "Dracarys"

I think that most of those who know High Valyrian don't speak it in Westeros simply because there is no need and besides it is an almost dead language like Latin.

I think Daemon speaks High Valyrian just to connect more intimately with Rhaenyra, not just because he thinks it's a cool language, I think he wants to share the things he loves, enjoys and values ​​only with Rhaenyra. I don't think that, as Alicent and many viewers of the series say, Daemon tried to corrupt Rhaenyra or make her a mini-Daemon so that she would be his minion or his puppet.

Do you know why I think people want share the things that they love or appreciate? I think because like that we can make emotional connections and not feel alone and misunderstood. At least I know that those were my motivations to start writing my posts on this blog.

Despite the above, when sharing something that is really important to us, something that we adore and love, we are more selective about who we share those things with.

That is why when Rhaenyra (the young reflection of Daemon) talks about wanting to lead a life in solitude, Daemon intervenes in her life to make her change her mind. Because if there is someone who knows how painful a lonely life can be, is Daemon.

Daemon loves the Valyrian culture and I think it's because for him , Valyria always meant "The Home" . Daemon told Laena that the Velaryons and Targaryens didn't belong anywhere since the destruction of Valyria, but I think what he meant was that he himself feels like he doesn't belong to anywhere. Daemon has never fitted in, not at court, not on the battlefield, not in the quiet domestic life of the country, not in his first two marriages.

I think that one of the biggest motivations in Daemon's life is the search for home, a spot that it is can call him its.

That is a Home. When we say "Home" we say that it is ours, but in reality it is not as if it belongs to us, it is rather as if we belong to "The Home".

And I think we all know that a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place o spot.

A Home can be a Person.

Daemon talks to Rhaenyra in high Valyrian , he gave her a necklace made of the same material as his sword which he uses to fight and defend his life. He showed her his favorite places in King's Landing. He shared with her the knowledge of a secret tunnel in the castle. He shared with her his most intimate views about life, death, family, marriage and sex. He has given her his honesty.

Daemon has given Rhaenyra things that he hasn't given anyone else, not his brother, or apparently his wife or even his daughters.

Daemon doesn't want to corrupt Rhaenyra. He wants to spill himself into her. He wants her to make him hers. He wants Rhaenyra to be The Home he has desperately sought for so long.

He wants her to she can be the spot where he can live, love,hate, fight and die.

Because that is, after all, a "Home"