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I am a proud simp for this woman. She could kill me and I would apologize for offending her with my existence.

could i get some yandere alicent x lady-in-waiting hcs?  👀 

Who am I to ever deny any asks for our lesbian queen?

You come into her Majesty's service shortly after Alicent wed Viserys.

The royal life is harder than she ever expected. Rhaenyra stills refuses to as much as hold a conversation with her and while she cares for her husband, she does not love him as a wife should love a husband.

That's when you come in.

In the darkness, you are her sole light and she clings to you. Your warmth, your kindness soothe her fears. You are the only person that gets to see her true, blinding smile anymore.

You two spend almost every moment of every day together. You have picnics beneath the heart tree, read together and go on walks through the gardens.

During the birth of Aegon, Alicent demands that you be in the room with her. You hold her hand through the whole thing and you are the second person that gets to hold the newborn prince.

After that the two of you only grow closer. Aegon begins calling you both mom. At first, you are worried Alicent might take offence, but her response is one of absolute delightment.

Sadly, not everyone in court shares that opinion.

Soon you are very aware of the other ladies in waiting gazing upon you with envy. They are jealous that you are the one who gets the Queen's favor and attention.

Alicent urges you to pay no mind to them. They don't matter. You are her only real friend.

Friend. She uses that word very often to describe your relationship. She speaks it with near reverence.

You know how devout to the Seven your Queen is. She often invites you to pray with her. So you keep your true feelings locked down to perserve your friendship.

Still, sometimes it is difficult. Especially at night, when Alicent summons you in her chambers to keep her company. You watch her in her dark red robes as she sips on her wine. Her eyes meet yours and there is a spark of something in them. You want nothing more than to press your mouth against the lushness of her lips.

But then there is a knock on the door as Viserys summons her, reminding you the impossibility of your situation.

Everything changes when one of the other ladies of the court accuses you of performing witch craft to bewitch her Majesty. Those accusations are vile and foolish, but the repercussions could be great at even the implication.

You try and hide it from Alicent. She already has enough troubles with Rhaenyra still avoiding her and her father pushing for Aegon's claim.

Regardless, she finds out somehow. That morning, when you come for tea, you do not expect to see such fire in her eyes.

She asks you why you hid this from her. You have never heard her so cold and harsh. Your voice trembles as you explain.

Her gaze softens at your nervousness. Before you can react, her hand cups your cheek and she pulls you closer, sealing your lips with a kiss.

Your mind goes blank. Nothing exists except for her taste, her scent, the feeling of her body against yours. She tastes like honey and smells of roses and mint. You wonder for a moment if you are dreaming but then she sucks onto your bottom lip ever so softly and you feel a tinge of pain, reassuring you this is real.

"You will never leave me," she whispers against your lips "Promise me."

At this moment, she could ask you to burn the entirety of Westeros for her and you would.

"I won't," you promise.

"No one will take you from me," her voice is a little harsher now and when she pulls you back in, the kiss is much more demanding, hungry.

The next day, the lady who accused you is gone. You ask around but can't find anything about her. When you bring it up to Alicent, she does not seem bothered at all.

"One less person to distract you, my love. Come to me. I want to braid your hair," she responds sweetly.

If you two were close before, now the proximity is suffocating. Alicent requests you stay in her chamber every night. She feels lonely without you. You pray together, eat together, sleep together. After her fall out with Rhaenyra, she is always gifting you green dresses and jewelry, often matching her outfits with yours.

When you suggest that you want to visit your family, Alicent says she will begin preparations instantly for both of you to go.

But when you actually get there, her mood seems to dull. When you ask her what is wrong, she sighs.

"I don't think these people are good for you," she says "They are taking advantage of your kindness. They don't deserve you."

"They are my family," you argue.

"Would I ever lie to you?"

At the very suggestion that you may be betrothed, Alicent shatters. She grasps your hand and refuses to let go.

"You promised me. I need you. Our children need you," she pleads while you soothe her, insisting you will keep your promise.

As time goes on, you find yourself more and more isolated. Alicent is always around and when she is not, one of the kids is running around, keeping you on your feet.

On the tragic night when Aemond loses his eye, you stand by Alicent. This is the woman you love and the child you have raised after all. Despite her heartbreak, her tears, you catch the adoration in her eyes as she turns towards you.

That night, she comes to your chambers. Her lips meet yours and it is every bit as addicting and maddening and overwhelming as it was all those years ago. She is pressed up against you and you feel her pounding heart.

"I love you," she confesses "I love you as a wife loves her husband. I love you in every way that has ever existed. No one has ever loved as much as I love you. Marry me."

You wipe the tears falling down her cheeks. It is impossible you explain. She is already wed and even if she were not, you are both women-.

"I don't need the court to know of our oaths. I only need you and the Seven to be present,"

You never could say no to Alicent. And that very same night, the two of you stand all alone at the Sept and speak your vows as she wraps her green cloak over your shoulders.

You are hers and she is yours.

[humongouscatfan]

could i get some yandere alicent x lady-in-waiting hcs?  👀 

Who am I to ever deny any asks for our lesbian queen?

You come into her Majesty's service shortly after Alicent wed Viserys.

The royal life is harder than she ever expected. Rhaenyra stills refuses to as much as hold a conversation with her and while she cares for her husband, she does not love him as a wife should love a husband.

That's when you come in.

In the darkness, you are her sole light and she clings to you. Your warmth, your kindness soothe her fears. You are the only person that gets to see her true, blinding smile anymore.

You two spend almost every moment of every day together. You have picnics beneath the heart tree, read together and go on walks through the gardens.

During the birth of Aegon, Alicent demands that you be in the room with her. You hold her hand through the whole thing and you are the second person that gets to hold the newborn prince.

After that the two of you only grow closer. Aegon begins calling you both mom. At first, you are worried Alicent might take offence, but her response is one of absolute delightment.

Sadly, not everyone in court shares that opinion.

Soon you are very aware of the other ladies in waiting gazing upon you with envy. They are jealous that you are the one who gets the Queen's favor and attention.

Alicent urges you to pay no mind to them. They don't matter. You are her only real friend.

Friend. She uses that word very often to describe your relationship. She speaks it with near reverence.

You know how devout to the Seven your Queen is. She often invites you to pray with her. So you keep your true feelings locked down to perserve your friendship.

Still, sometimes it is difficult. Especially at night, when Alicent summons you in her chambers to keep her company. You watch her in her dark red robes as she sips on her wine. Her eyes meet yours and there is a spark of something in them. You want nothing more than to press your mouth against the lushness of her lips.

But then there is a knock on the door as Viserys summons her, reminding you the impossibility of your situation.

Everything changes when one of the other ladies of the court accuses you of performing witch craft to bewitch her Majesty. Those accusations are vile and foolish, but the repercussions could be great at even the implication.

You try and hide it from Alicent. She already has enough troubles with Rhaenyra still avoiding her and her father pushing for Aegon's claim.

Regardless, she finds out somehow. That morning, when you come for tea, you do not expect to see such fire in her eyes.

She asks you why you hid this from her. You have never heard her so cold and harsh. Your voice trembles as you explain.

Her gaze softens at your nervousness. Before you can react, her hand cups your cheek and she pulls you closer, sealing your lips with a kiss.

Your mind goes blank. Nothing exists except for her taste, her scent, the feeling of her body against yours. She tastes like honey and smells of roses and mint. You wonder for a moment if you are dreaming but then she sucks onto your bottom lip ever so softly and you feel a tinge of pain, reassuring you this is real.

"You will never leave me," she whispers against your lips "Promise me."

At this moment, she could ask you to burn the entirety of Westeros for her and you would.

"I won't," you promise.

"No one will take you from me," her voice is a little harsher now and when she pulls you back in, the kiss is much more demanding, hungry.

The next day, the lady who accused you is gone. You ask around but can't find anything about her. When you bring it up to Alicent, she does not seem bothered at all.

"One less person to distract you, my love. Come to me. I want to braid your hair," she responds sweetly.

If you two were close before, now the proximity is suffocating. Alicent requests you stay in her chamber every night. She feels lonely without you. You pray together, eat together, sleep together. After her fall out with Rhaenyra, she is always gifting you green dresses and jewelry, often matching her outfits with yours.

When you suggest that you want to visit your family, Alicent says she will begin preparations instantly for both of you to go.

But when you actually get there, her mood seems to dull. When you ask her what is wrong, she sighs.

"I don't think these people are good for you," she says "They are taking advantage of your kindness. They don't deserve you."

"They are my family," you argue.

"Would I ever lie to you?"

At the very suggestion that you may be betrothed, Alicent shatters. She grasps your hand and refuses to let go.

"You promised me. I need you. Our children need you," she pleads while you soothe her, insisting you will keep your promise.

As time goes on, you find yourself more and more isolated. Alicent is always around and when she is not, one of the kids is running around, keeping you on your feet.

On the tragic night when Aemond loses his eye, you stand by Alicent. This is the woman you love and the child you have raised after all. Despite her heartbreak, her tears, you catch the adoration in her eyes as she turns towards you.

That night, she comes to your chambers. Her lips meet yours and it is every bit as addicting and maddening and overwhelming as it was all those years ago. She is pressed up against you and you feel her pounding heart.

"I love you," she confesses "I love you as a wife loves her husband. I love you in every way that has ever existed. No one has ever loved as much as I love you. Marry me."

You wipe the tears falling down her cheeks. It is impossible you explain. She is already wed and even if she were not, you are both women-.

"I don't need the court to know of our oaths. I only need you and the Seven to be present,"

You never could say no to Alicent. And that very same night, the two of you stand all alone at the Sept and speak your vows as she wraps her green cloak over your shoulders.

You are hers and she is yours.

[humongouscatfan]

I Like Me Better When I Am With You (Chapter 1)

Your POV:

You pause, turning to look at the clock. Sure, you had woken up a bit late today, but still it was a little early for visits. Maybe the girls forgot something last night so they came by to pick it up? They did leave in quite a rush.

You put your phone down. Rhaena will have to wait for a little longer while you go answer the bell.

You open the door without bothering to look through the peephole. You instantly regret it when dark eyes meet yours.

Jace Velaryon is standing on your doorway. He is wearing a red sweatshirt and loose dark blue jeans. His hair looks neat and soft like he had spend a lot of time tending to it. His skin is a bit more tanned than usual and you remember Baela had mentioned he was going camping with Luke a few days prior.

His eyes wander up and down your body. To your horror, you are suddenly reminded that you are still wearing your pyjamas.

"Hi," you break the silence finally.

You force yourself to smile and try to act natural. But your voice still comes out much shakier than you would prefer.

You think you catch his cheeks grow rosy but your hopeless brain must have made that up.

"I was just taking Vermax out for a walk," he motions down.

You blink. You had been so shocked by his presence that you had barely noticed the Great Dane at your feet. It barks at you and you jump back instictively.

Jace grabs him by the collar and holds him back while you gather your cool.

"Bad boy," he chastises the dog and it whines softly.

Jace straightens up and clears his throat. This time, you are certain he is blushing.

"Sorry. He does not bite. As I was saying..." he seems to struggle with finding the words for a moment "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me. To walk Vermax."

Your jaw almost drops to the floor. Your childhood crush is standing in front of you and asking you to walk his dog with him. Sure, he does not mean it romantically, but still your heart is bursting against your chest.

You secretly pinch yourself and can't hold back a little smile when the pain curses through your skin.

"Sure," you are almost ready to leap out on the street with him when you realize you are still in your pyjamas "Uhm, actually, I need to change first."

He blinks and looks down at your clothes again. His mouth forms an O as if he had forgotten about that part too.

"Yes, of course,"

"Just give me a minute," you say and rush up to your room.

You swear you hear muffled mutters behind you.

As you put on your clothes, your mind strays. What has caused this? Jace was never distant or anything. You are best friends with his step sisters after all. But you cannot remember the last time the two of you had been all alone together.

Are you overthinking this? Maybe his other friends are just busy? Or maybe it had something with Baela or Rhaena? You hope it's not that. Either way, you certainly won't refuse.

As you are making your way back down, you have forgotten everything about Rhaena and her cryptic apology. You smile at Jace and tell him you are ready. He answers with a smile of his own.

The two of you begin walking around the block. An uncomfortable silence lingers between you, the only source of sound being Vermax's occassional yappings. You don't know what you are supposed to say or do so you simply try to match Jace's pace.

Your eyes stray, however, and take him in. Jace has changed a lot since you first saw hin standing across your drive away. He has gotten much taller, his chest is broad and toned. The lines of his face have grown more prominent and you can barely rip your gaze away from his chiseled jaw. He looks how you imagine a fairytale prince would look.

You are so distracted you also miss that he has noticed you staring. When you do, you turn your face down to the pavement and pretend it is the most fascinating thing you have ever seen.

"It's strange, you know. I don't feel like we have ever talked. I mean, we obviously have, but it has never been just the two of us. I feel I am not making any sense,"

"No, I understand what you are saying," you hurry to reassure him.

Baela and Rhaena. Lucerys and Joffrey. Someone was always around. This, the two of you, walking side by side, no one else to distract you carries a certain weight you can't put your finger on.

You realize you are getting closer to your home. You are not sure if you want to get there faster or stay here like this forever.

Jace opens his mouth to speak but then quickly closes it again. His eyebrows are furrowed and he ignores Vermax's barks. He seems to be in deep thought.

You are in front of your house. You both stand there. He is avoiding your eyes. You are expecting for something, you don't know what.

When another moment passes without it arriving, you sigh.

"Thanks for the walk. Let's do it again some time-,"

"Wait!" he exclaims.

You are taken aback by his tone. You stop in your tracks and stare into his intense eyes.

"I wanted to say something else," he admits.

You wait patiently as he digs his hands in the pockets of his sweater. Your whole body freezes when you see the familiar pink paper.

God, no. This can't be happening. Anything but this.

"I just wanted to say-,"

"No," you shut him down.

He looks up at you, shocked at your bluntness. You hope he does not notice your trembling hands.

Your breath rate quickens as you jump into fight or flight mode.

"Uhm, later!" you add hurriedly "I have something really important to do right now."

"Really?"

Does he sound disappointed? You shake the thought away.

"Yeah! My... ah. My..."

Think, Y/N. What do people usually worry about?

"I have to go feed my grandma,"

What is wrong with you?!

"Can't it wait...?"

Well, since you had already said that idiotic lie might as well stick with it!

"No. Absolutely not. You don't know my grandma. She is a right tyrant," you are backing away and definitely talking much faster than normal "Nice to talk to you. Bye!"

You storm into your house and slam the door behind like your life depends on it. Your heart is beating like a drum while you look through the peephole. Jace stands in your garden for a moment, looks down at Vermax, mumbles something to himself and leaves.

Able to breathe better at last, you dial up Rhaena's number.

"Did you do this?!" you shout through the speaker.

A few minutes later, you hear another knock at your door. This time you know better and you check before opening. You see Rhaena and Baela there. Rhaena is holding a gigantic light blue seahorse plushie in her arms while Baela shakes her head in dismay.

You scoff but let them in anyway. Rhaena flings herself in your arms, the gigantic plushie squished between the two of you.

"I am sorry! I don't know what I was thinking,"

"You clearly weren't thinking. I swear, Rhae, every day you astound me with your stupidity," Baela snaps.

While mad, the sight of Rhaena's teary eyes softens your anger. A few hours later, the girls are sitting beside you, all of you huddled under the blanket, munching on chocolates and wallowing in self-pity.

"I am so sorry," Rhaena repeats "I was just so frustrated about Luke and how Baela won't shut up about the whole thing-."

"Then take it out on me, you idiot, not Y/N," Baela rolls her eyes.

"Honestly, guys, I don't even care about who did what," you breathe out sharply "What am I supposed to do now? I sounded like a total freak there."

"I thought your poem was sweet," Rhaena tried to comfort you.

"I wrote it when I was like eleven! I am pretty sure I misspelled words," you groan, hiding your face in the pillow.

"Don't worry. If Jace starts anything, I will take care of him," Baela says and it sounds like a threat.

"Jace won't do anything. He is too... nice. But how will I ever look at him again?"

Baela gives you a look of sympathy as she pats your shoulder.

"I am sorry," Rhaena repeats and she wraps her arms around you.

That night, sleep escapes your grasp every time you close your eyes. When you manage to fall asleep at last, your dreams are plagued with nightmares.

The next Monday may be the worst of your life. It was easy enough to hide away during the weekend. You were safe within the four walls of your bedroom. You played sick to try to get out of going to school, but your parents did not fall for it.

Usually, you would get to school with Baela and Rhaena but that morning you decided to wake up earlier just to make sure you would get to school before Jace.

Since you can't solve this problem, you will avoid it till it fades away. Eventually, Jace will find a sweet girl and he will forget all about that one strange letter he got from his neighbour once. The thought fills you with envy for the girl in your imagination.

Anyway, your plan is as close to perfect as it can be. Luckily, you have no lessons with Jace on Monday so you are safe for now. Then, you will stay in the book club during the breaks. Jace has no reason to go there and he always hands out with his friends regardless. Plus, you will get to finish that book Aemond had suggested last week.

The first hours slip by like a fog. You are too occupied glancing over your shoulder, half-expecting Jace to be standing there like something out of a cheesy horror flick. You have lost count of the times you were called out for not paying attention.

The bell rings. You rush out of the class and hastily make your way to the book club room. Upon entering, the scent of books enters your nostrils. After the long, tiring weekend, you are at ease.

Your eyes peer over the bookshelves. They stumble over a variety of titles, but not the one you are searching for. You frown. You are certain you had spotted it around here just last week.

"Searching for this?"

A deep voice reaches your ears and knocks the air out of your lungs. Aemond raises the book you were looking for, the title "The Brothers Karamov" printed on the cover.

He looks so elegant, seated besides the window, the sunlight illuminating his long, silver hair that you forget the concept of words for a moment. The corners of his mouth are tilted up ever so slightly in a sly smile.

Realizing you have been staring for who knows how long, you nod.

"You may have it," he says, extending the book out towards you.

"No, it is no need," you answer.

"I insist. I have a copy of my own. My sister has just borrowed it for the time being,"

"In that case..." you relent.

You hesitate to step forward. You sense this invisible wall between the two of you and you fear what you might do if you cross too far. He watches you wordlessly as you take the first step.

The tome is heavy in your hand. The tips of your fingers brush against each other and fireworks go off. You ignore the heady sensation and thank him for the book.

He nods and seems to consider something for a second. You catch a glimpse of something in his eye, almost akin to frustration, as he gets up.

Only now do you realize how close you are. You can see the glint in his eyes, the scar adorning his cheek. You wonder if he knows how hard it is for you to look away, to register anything aside from him in this moment.

He is so close you can touch him. Entangle your fingers in his silver locks, grip onto his lithe yet firm shoulders, caress the scar on his face.

Aemond has never paid you much attention before. He has always been cold, distant. And now he is close and his mere being is burning you.

"Y/N L/N," he whispers your name and it feels like a test, a curse-it makes you shiver "I wasn't aware you were a writer."

"I am not. I am more of a reader really," you despise how meek you sound.

"Are you now?" Aemond hums in response.

He places his hand down on the desk besides him and you swallow deeply at the sight of your own letters, etched in dark ink.

You want to run away, to escape. Meanwhile, Aemond picks the letter up.

"This is very impressive from someone who has never written before then,"

You try to breathe but it is physically impossible. His gaze on you is all that exists.

And then he steps away. Allowing you to breathe and leaving you feeling frozen.

"You look faint," he comments.

You feel like it too. You are expecting your knees to give out on you at any minute.

"You should go to the infirmary," he continues.

Without anymore explanation, he offers you his arm. You stare at him dumbfounded before hesitantly linking your arm with his.

You know he is guiding you somewhere but all you can focus on is the heat of him against your skin. You try to calm your racing heart and fail.

You let out a small yelp when you are about to pass by the cafeteria and you shake your head. Aemond looks at you with confusion.

"Jace will be there. I... I am kind of avoiding him," you confess.

Aemond's jaw tightens.

"Did he do anything?" he questions sharply.

"No. No. The blame is on me. But still. I don't want to face him right now,"

Aemond asks no more questions. He merely nods and leads you the long way to the cafeteria. You can feel eyes pinned on the two of you as you walk the rest of the way to the nurse's office. There, the nurse notes you look very tired and that you should lay down for a bit.

You expect Aemond to leave as soon as you arrive but he stays and silently watches from a distance. The feeling of his gaze on you sends goosebumps all over your skin. At last, something seems to snap in him and he walks out. But before he does so, he whispers something.

"I did not expect this from you,"

His tone is almost betrayed, but before you can ask what he means, he has left away from your reach.

You consider running after him, but frankly, you are exhausted. All you want to do is close your eyes for a moment...

You end up dozing off for the entirety of the break. You are not much better for the rest of the school day, one boring lecture away from falling asleep on your history book.

When school comes to a close, it feels like a century has passed. You walk quickly. You have had enough excitement for a lifetime. Now all you want to do is hide under your blanket and drink hot choco.

You are daydreaming about that image when a car horn snaps you back into reality. You turn your head to see who dares interrupt your calm.

You are left speechless when you see Aegon on his green convertible. He pushes his sunglasses up to reveal his light lilac eyes. His silver curls frame his face like a halo yet his catlike grin is nothing short of devilish.

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

"Hey," he says, seeming to take joy in yout flusteredness.

"Hi!" you respond a bit too eagerly "Uhm. I thought you had graduated last year? Did you come to see your siblings?"

"No, I did not come for them,"

He takes in every inch of you. You feel naked before him.

"Are you walking home?" he asks.

"Yes,"

"Want a ride?"

Yes-. Bad, Y/N. He did not mean it like that.

Then again... Judging by the desire in his eyes, he just might.

"Can't be worse than walking," he adds.

You can't find a flaw to his logic. He is staring at you like he wants to consume you whole and it is hard to say no.

No. No. No.

Enough crazy stuff has happened today. You need to get away from all this madness and that includes saying no to the hot guy offering you a ride in his fancy car.

"Come on, jump in," he smirks.

Your defences are down. You have no choice but to join him. You feel self-conscious the whole time. Like everyone is staring at you while you drive off.

Aegon speeds off. You are shocked by how fast he is going. You clutch at your thigh anxiously. He momentarily takes his eyes off the road and they drift down to your lap.

"You can grab onto my thigh if you are scared," he offers.

You gulp and shake your head, face burning.

"I am not,"

"I said if," he says slyly.

There is a very short moment of silence when you are allowed to breathe again before he speaks.

"I read your letter,"

How high are the chances of dying if you jump out of the car right now? You contemplate if the risk is worth it.

"I never saw you as the naughty type, Princess,"

The pet names rolls off his lips so smoothly. He has probably said the same thing to a dozen other girls before. Still, butterflies reign in your belly and you feel special.

"You did not see me at all,"

You did not actually mean for those words to leave your lips. Once you realize what you have said, you are overwhelmed. Just how stupid do you have to be?

Aegon only chuckles.

"I did actually. Last year. Summer camp was hosting a party. You were there, wearing a red dress with a bow on the back. I was going to approach you,"

You remember that party. You had dressed up and spent the entire night trying to meet Aegon's eyes while he hit on every other girl in the room.

"Why did you not?" you ask.

"Well, Baela came up to me and said that if I pulled anything weird with you, she would turn my balls into toys for the dogs,"

Damn you, Baela. Sadly, you can't even say you are surprised. It does sound like her.

You are approaching your house. He stops right in front of the sidewalk. Before you can undo your seatbelt, he leans over and his arm wraps around you. For a second, you think he will kiss you and your heart skips a beat only for him to undo the buckle.

You wait for him to move back but once again he exceeds your expectations. His breath fans over your lips, the scent of sweet mint making you dizzy. His eyes linger on your mouth.

"But I can't be blamed now, can I?"

"For what?" your voice comes out unstable.

He leans closer. His lips brush over the corner of your mouth. One part of you wabts to curse at him. To demand he kiss you until you don't remember your name. The other wants to run away, to escape, to hide.

"For doing all those things you asked me in your letter," Aegon closes his eyes.

This is happening. Oh God. Oh God. Did you brush your teeth this morning?

Aegon's phone rings. He curses below his breath and pulls it out of his pocket to deny the call. You take the chance to get your mind together.

"It is nothing," he reassures.

"No! You should answer. And I need to go. To do-. I need to go do the thing," you blurt out.

"The thing, huh?" he laughs, voice low and raspy.

"Yeah, the thing. Very important thing. I need to go do it,"

You are not making this any easier on yourself, are you?

"And when will you be done with the thing?" Aegon asks.

What is happening? Is he asking you if you are available? Your brain is malfunctioning.

"I don't know. Thanks for the ride! Very nice of you. I need to go do the thing. Bye!"

You are speaking so fast you are not sure he catches everything you are saying. Giving yourself no time to change mind, you leap out of the car and run into your house.

As you slam the door behind you and take a long breath, you think aloud.

What a day.

[humongouscatfan]

I am so glad you liked it! I loved your idea and I tried to do it justice.

Rhaena and Baela are icons and I love them. I have a small headcanon about how they and Reader met and became besties actually in my drafts. I might post it sometime.

Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps you are not😉

Disclaimer: @hezikas you told me to steal your concept and so I did. Jokes aside, everyone check out the wonderful blog that gave me this idea in the first place.

HOTD meets To All The Boys I Loved Before.

I Like Me Better When I Am With You (Prologue):

Your POV:

Secrets are bad for the soul. They corrupt, twist and ruin. You remember you had read that in a book once. But surely there had to be some exceptions, right?

Well, even if there weren’t, some stuff you would prefer to keep locked away from plain sight. Starting with the box hidden beneath your bed.

You have never told anyone about it. Your dearest secret. Your love letters.

Every once in a while, when you were certain no one was around, you would take the box out from underneath your bed and look over them.

The ink on the rosy paper brought you a strange sense of relief. It was difficult to have such strong emotions pounding in tiur chest and not be able to scream them out for the world to hear. Being able to get the words across, even if they weren’t addressed to the one who should be hearing them, was liberating.

There were three letters. One for each crush you have ever had.

Your eyes first wander towards the letter shaped like a heart. On the outside of the pink letter, the words “From Y/N to Jace Velaryon” were etched in red ink.

Your heart fluttered as your next door neighbour came to mind. His dark eyes, his strong jaw, that chiseled-.

You decided to cut yourself off there.

Jace had been your first ever crush. You met him when you were both twelve. He had moved across the street with his mom, siblings, step siblings and step dad. You had been standing out in your front yard when your eyes met and you felt your heart drop to your knees.

You had lovely dreams of playing house and getting married and having brown haired babies. None of that came true obviously. You were far too awkward to approach him and he did not take any interest in you aside from the occassional politeness. You had been distraught for the longest time over your unreciprocated crush.

And then he came.

If Jace was your first crush, Aegon was your first desire. You had met him in summer camp. You were getting guitar lessons and he was one of the older kids there. On the first day, he had waltzed into class late, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair messy and unruly, a lazy smile on his lips, and he has plagued your dreams ever since.

In an instant you had swapped your hopeless crush with an even more impossible crush. Because while Aegon had a reputation for sleeping with anything that has two legs and a pair of boobs, he has never even so much as glanced your way.

So ever since you have spent your summers, watching him from a distance as he bangs his way through the campus.

Your eyes wandered over to the letter you had devoted to him. This one was written in green ink and if anyone ever got their hands on it, you would die on the spot.

You had written some very… naughty stuff there.

Finally, there was Aemond. Your fingers tenderly grasped the edges of the letter. This one was written in black.

After your series of impossible crushes, you figured that maybe you should just go on with your life, get some new hobbies. And that is how you joined the book club.

What you had not expected was for Mr. Tall, Brooding and Gorgeous to walk in. The moment he hummed softly along to a comment you had made about a book, you knew you were so far gone.

He was intelligent and well-spoken and he held himself with such confidence and grace, it was impossible to look away.

You had heard people in the halls whisper about the eye he kept hidden away behind that eye patch. Some claimed he had a horrible scar beneath. You could not imagine any universe where Aemond would be anything close to ugly

You yourself often wondered what lay beneath. You wanted to see his face bare and whole.

Out of all your crushes, Aemond was by far the most unapproachable. He was distant and withdrawn, preferring to keep to himself.

Still, your cheeks heat up every time his eyes met yours.

You sigh. What is with you and always liking guys that were miles above your league? Is this some strange sort of masochism? And why are so many of them blonde?

You are so lost in your thoughts that you do not register the sound of the door creaking open.

“What are you doing?” Rhaena’s voice breaks you out of your musings.

You have never moved quicker in your life. You shove the box beneath your bed again and get on your feet.

“Nothing,” you blurt out.

Rhaena looks you up and down. Then she shifts her gaze to your bed.

“What are you hiding?” she asks again and steps closer.

Panic is building up in your chest as you look for any way out.

“What are you all doing up there?” Baela shouts at you from downstairs “The pizza came.”

Never in your life have you felt so grateful. First thing tomorrow you are starting a religion devoted to this girl.

Fortunately, the promise of hot cheese melting against her tongue is distraction enough for Rhaena and you both make your way out. You let out a sigh, reassured that your secret letters are safe.

The rest of the sleepover goes by smoothly. You play games, exchange gossip and munch on some snacks. With schools and finals coming up, it has been a while since you last all got together and hang out. Baela fills you in on how her soccer practice is going and you promise to go on her next match. Rhaena talks about her upvoming art project. Then, Baela drops the bomb. A mischievious glint burns in her eyes as she parts her lips open.

“You know Rhaena has a little crush,” she grins.

Rhaena gives her sister the most horrified look and buries her head on the couch pillow she is holding.

“Shut up!” she exclaims.

“Really? On who?” you ask curiously.

“No one!” Rhaena yells at the same time as Baela speaks the name “Luke,”

Your eyes widen and you turn to Rhaena who looks like she wants the earth to swallow her whole.

“Oh, that could get ugly,”

Baela rolls her eyes.

“You all are making too big a deal out of this. We are not even related,”

“Oh easy for you to say! You are not the one crushing on Jace or something like that!”

Rhaena’s eyes burn. She throws the pillow down on the floor in frustration and gets off the couch. Before you can move to stop her, she has rushed off upstairs.

You glance at Baela.

“I think that was a bit much,” you say.

“She is just being dramatic,” Baela argues “She will be over it in a minute. You will see.”

Rhaena did not get over it in a minute. A little later, she stormed down, bag thrown over her shoulders and left to go home. You text her throughout the night, but she just ignores you.

Baela leaves soom after. Though she might act a bit rough at times, she loves her sister and is obviously worried for her.

Laying on bed that night, you can’t get rid off the feeling that something is wrong.

Finally, the next morning, Rhaena responds to you with a single sentence.

I am sorry.

You heave a sigh of relief.

No, I am sorry. Beala and I shouldn’t have pushed you

Her next message causes you much confusion.

No, you don’t get it. I did something really bad

You blink down at the screen, confused. Before you can respond, she sends another text.

Please, don’t be mad

Just then your doorbell rings.

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Asks are open

Just send me a message with the characters involved and the concept. Open to writing both fics and headcanons. NSFW, yandere and dark content is allowed.

Characters I will write about(I might add to this list later. If you want to ask for someone who is not included go ahead):

Aemond

Aegon

Alicent

Rhaenyra

Viserys

Helaena

Corlys

Rhaenys

Laenor

Laena

Jaecerys

Lucerys (platonic)

Daemon

Otto

Criston

Harwin

Maegor

Aegon the Conquerer

Visenya

Daeron

Rhaegar

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Disclaimer: @hezikas you told me to steal your concept and so I did. Jokes aside, everyone check out the wonderful blog that gave me this idea in the first place.

HOTD meets To All The Boys I Loved Before.

I Like Me Better When I Am With You (Prologue):

Your POV:

Secrets are bad for the soul. They corrupt, twist and ruin. You remember you had read that in a book once. But surely there had to be some exceptions, right?

Well, even if there weren't, some stuff you would prefer to keep locked away from plain sight. Starting with the box hidden beneath your bed.

You have never told anyone about it. Your dearest secret. Your love letters.

Every once in a while, when you were certain no one was around, you would take the box out from underneath your bed and look over them.

The ink on the rosy paper brought you a strange sense of relief. It was difficult to have such strong emotions pounding in tiur chest and not be able to scream them out for the world to hear. Being able to get the words across, even if they weren't addressed to the one who should be hearing them, was liberating.

There were three letters. One for each crush you have ever had.

Your eyes first wander towards the letter shaped like a heart. On the outside of the pink letter, the words "From Y/N to Jace Velaryon" were etched in red ink.

Your heart fluttered as your next door neighbour came to mind. His dark eyes, his strong jaw, that chiseled-.

You decided to cut yourself off there.

Jace had been your first ever crush. You met him when you were both twelve. He had moved across the street with his mom, siblings, step siblings and step dad. You had been standing out in your front yard when your eyes met and you felt your heart drop to your knees.

You had lovely dreams of playing house and getting married and having brown haired babies. None of that came true obviously. You were far too awkward to approach him and he did not take any interest in you aside from the occassional politeness. You had been distraught for the longest time over your unreciprocated crush.

And then he came.

If Jace was your first crush, Aegon was your first desire. You had met him in summer camp. You were getting guitar lessons and he was one of the older kids there. On the first day, he had waltzed into class late, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair messy and unruly, a lazy smile on his lips, and he has plagued your dreams ever since.

In an instant you had swapped your hopeless crush with an even more impossible crush. Because while Aegon had a reputation for sleeping with anything that has two legs and a pair of boobs, he has never even so much as glanced your way.

So ever since you have spent your summers, watching him from a distance as he bangs his way through the campus.

Your eyes wandered over to the letter you had devoted to him. This one was written in green ink and if anyone ever got their hands on it, you would die on the spot.

You had written some very... naughty stuff there.

Finally, there was Aemond. Your fingers tenderly grasped the edges of the letter. This one was written in black.

After your series of impossible crushes, you figured that maybe you should just go on with your life, get some new hobbies. And that is how you joined the book club.

What you had not expected was for Mr. Tall, Brooding and Gorgeous to walk in. The moment he hummed softly along to a comment you had made about a book, you knew you were so far gone.

He was intelligent and well-spoken and he held himself with such confidence and grace, it was impossible to look away.

You had heard people in the halls whisper about the eye he kept hidden away behind that eye patch. Some claimed he had a horrible scar beneath. You could not imagine any universe where Aemond would be anything close to ugly

You yourself often wondered what lay beneath. You wanted to see his face bare and whole.

Out of all your crushes, Aemond was by far the most unapproachable. He was distant and withdrawn, preferring to keep to himself.

Still, your cheeks heat up every time his eyes met yours.

You sigh. What is with you and always liking guys that were miles above your league? Is this some strange sort of masochism? And why are so many of them blonde?

You are so lost in your thoughts that you do not register the sound of the door creaking open.

"What are you doing?" Rhaena's voice breaks you out of your musings.

You have never moved quicker in your life. You shove the box beneath your bed again and get on your feet.

"Nothing," you blurt out.

Rhaena looks you up and down. Then she shifts her gaze to your bed.

"What are you hiding?" she asks again and steps closer.

Panic is building up in your chest as you look for any way out.

"What are you all doing up there?" Baela shouts at you from downstairs "The pizza came."

Never in your life have you felt so grateful. First thing tomorrow you are starting a religion devoted to this girl.

Fortunately, the promise of hot cheese melting against her tongue is distraction enough for Rhaena and you both make your way out. You let out a sigh, reassured that your secret letters are safe.

The rest of the sleepover goes by smoothly. You play games, exchange gossip and munch on some snacks. With schools and finals coming up, it has been a while since you last all got together and hang out. Baela fills you in on how her soccer practice is going and you promise to go on her next match. Rhaena talks about her upvoming art project. Then, Baela drops the bomb. A mischievious glint burns in her eyes as she parts her lips open.

"You know Rhaena has a little crush," she grins.

Rhaena gives her sister the most horrified look and buries her head on the couch pillow she is holding.

"Shut up!" she exclaims.

"Really? On who?" you ask curiously.

"No one!" Rhaena yells at the same time as Baela speaks the name "Luke,"

Your eyes widen and you turn to Rhaena who looks like she wants the earth to swallow her whole.

"Oh, that could get ugly,"

Baela rolls her eyes.

"You all are making too big a deal out of this. We are not even related,"

"Oh easy for you to say! You are not the one crushing on Jace or something like that!"

Rhaena's eyes burn. She throws the pillow down on the floor in frustration and gets off the couch. Before you can move to stop her, she has rushed off upstairs.

You glance at Baela.

"I think that was a bit much," you say.

"She is just being dramatic," Baela argues "She will be over it in a minute. You will see."

Rhaena did not get over it in a minute. A little later, she stormed down, bag thrown over her shoulders and left to go home. You text her throughout the night, but she just ignores you.

Baela leaves soom after. Though she might act a bit rough at times, she loves her sister and is obviously worried for her.

Laying on bed that night, you can't get rid off the feeling that something is wrong.

Finally, the next morning, Rhaena responds to you with a single sentence.

I am sorry.

You heave a sigh of relief.

No, I am sorry. Beala and I shouldn't have pushed you

Her next message causes you much confusion.

No, you don't get it. I did something really bad

You blink down at the screen, confused. Before you can respond, she sends another text.

Please, don't be mad

Just then your doorbell rings.