I Always Have A Soft Spot For Maelor Among All Aegons Kids In The Show / Fics. In My Mind Hes A Very

I always have a soft spot for Maelor among all Aegon’s kids in the show / fics. In my mind he’s a very strong baby (it’s not intended I swear)

King Jacaerys Velaryon, his royal consort Aegon Targaryen and their eldest son Maelor Targaryen. ❤️

chapter 3; "he also wore around his neck the wedding gift Jacaerys gave him, a string of pure Valyrian steel, which in the past found a home in the skin of the deceased Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Inspired by "A battle of sons" by asklena on Ao3!

Switch identity! Jacegon

Imagine Jacaerys being Aegon’s uncle and Aegon would try everything to seduce him during his whole adolescence and getting rejected all the time.

Aegon was devastated. He thought Jace didn’t have the slightest affection for him and he still loved Jace so helplessly like a fool.

But God know how much Jace tried to constrained himself not to hurt Aegon cause he wanted his pretty annoying nephew just as desperate.

And the story goes to cliché when Aegon turned 18 and decided to lose his virginity to his newly-made boyfriend since he would never get what he wanted from his uncle. And Jace went madly jealous and lost his mind.

Long story short Aegon had a unexpectedly satisfying 18-year-old birthday and a new boyfriend and an evermore promise. What more could he ask?

estoy tan feliz de que hayas sabido captar todo lo que quería decir. en verdad, no había planeado un final feliz para estos dos, pero mi corazón de jacegon no me lo permitió.

Yeah that’s what we fangirls do — we defend the impossible 😌

Just thinking

“And if I’m on fire, you will be made of ashes too”

is a really damn Targcest lyric, like it really got the blood and fire and I love you i’d die for you but meanwhile I cheat, I lie, i fuck your dad, I curse your name all the time, and I kill you in most painful way and we burn in hell side by side vibe.

Targaryens are all crazy bitches. They live, love, hate and die as crazy bitches. They make people around them bitches too.

TWO pink lines.

There were two damn pink lines in that damn result window, clear as sky. Aegon read the instructions again which said “One pink line and one line lighter than the other means you are preg—”. Oh, he didn’t need to finish.

That’s just too damn good.

He could easily imagine how his mother would scream when she found out about this, calling him a whore, rewarding him a slap, accusing him of ruining her entire life, like every damn terrible thing he had done or hadn’t yet.

“How did you manage to make such idiotic mistakes again and again?” Her words were like echoes.

She was right. Even his birth was a terrible mistake, his first and greatest —if it weren’t for him, Alicent wouldn’t have had to marry that man twice her age, Viserys Targaryen, Aegon’s own father.

Aegon couldn’t remember last time two of them talking. Would he be interested in the idea that he’s having a new grandchild eight month later? Aegon wondered, No, not really, he could barely remember how many children of his own. Last time he called Aemond his youngest boy before Alicent reminded him that Daeron was in college on the east coast. They don’t really matter to him. They are not Rhaenyra, come on.

And what about her reaction when she knew her half- never close before- brother was gonna have a baby? Maybe she would play nice and say something kind this time. Maybe she would give that kind of sympathetic look while Daemon reply with a smile of contempt by her side.

But what to worry really? Aegon pondered, were there anyone really care what happened to him now? He already brought enough disappointments and shame to his family that no one would be surprised of the trouble he made anymore.

It’s pathetic to find he had no one to talk to. His mother dived into the ocean of religion (and maybe her bodyguard). His brother was so busy with getting his fifth degree and combat training and working out in gym 24/7. His nephew Lucerys were his best friend the last few months before he went back to school. His another nephew Jacaerys was graduating this year, probably giving a valedictorian speech. He was also tall, tan, with mind sharp like knife and smile warm like melting caramel. His life seemed too perfect that Aegon hated to break it by telling him he was about to become a father.

No, Viserys certainly wouldn’t be thrilled to know that this grandchild’s true father is his another grandchild, precious son of his precious princess; neither Rhaenyra who had perfect future planned for her first son and heir; neither Alicent; neither —anyone.

Aegon knew he really fucked up this time.

Jace and Aegon were best friends growing up. They studied, trained, took adventures and did every fun thing together

The rest of the family loved to make “you two go get a room” or “you may as well marry each other to strengthen our houses” jokes to make fun of how close they were and they would play along

But meanwhile Aegon thought “Someone as me can never be good enough for someone as perfect as Jace” and Jacaerys thought “I can’t possibly give the freedom and peace that Aegon truly wants as heir to the throne. I don’t deserve him”

And they both married others and attended the weddings with a good laugh and a teary toast

And they both died without knowing the other one was in love with them their WHOLE LIFE