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frankcastleonlyfans · 4 months ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: your son maegon visits his sick old uncle, viserys, and end up learning the story of how you met your husband.

author's note: look who's back... this story was based off two asks, this one, and another one asking how daemon and mom!reader met. and now mom!reader is officially dornish!!!! i will not be making descriptions of her features in the future, but just know that mom!reader is poc. i hope you guys enjoy this story. it feels good to write again.

warnings: none ig

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It is sad when a family member gets sick and you know there's nothing you can do about it. So when your brother-in-law fell ill, it came the time you had to explain to your children that King Viserys wouldn't be the same he once was. The hard part was trying not to scare them with the thought of losing their uncle.

The news brought sadness to Alyssa's and Rhaegon's hearts, but Maegon was the most affected one. He felt the necessity of doing something for his beloved uncle so that even though the King now lay indisposed, he could still feel loved. Your son was old enough to realize that besides Helaena, Viserys' kids did not care for him. That made him sad. Rhaenyra lived in Dragonstone, and for so she couldn't give the attention her father deserved.

The boy had the idea of asking Queen Alicent to let him pay some company for King, during the evenings where he would like someone to talk to. As she needed a break from the sick man herself, she would let Maegon take over her place wherever she felt like it. Which was, almost every evening.

During one of those evenings, Prince Daemon thought it would be nice to see what his brother and son talked about. Mostly, he just wanted to see his brother interacting with anyone, to have the certainty that Viserys would still be alive for a while. The King had little to no hair on his scalp. His body couldn't stand up without the supported of a cane. Daemon didn't know how much time his older brother had left.

When Daemon made entrance to the monarch's solar, he found his son and his brother giggling softly. It felt good to hear the laughing. It meant Viserys was in fact, still alive.

"May I know what is so funny?" The Rogue Prince asked, making his presence known.

Maegon was startled by his father's voice. He has been visiting his uncle for weeks now, but not once his father wanted to come with him.

"Oh, hello Daemon" Viserys grinned at the sight of his sibling, "what a coincidence to see you right now. I was just telling Maegon about that time when we were kids... Do you remember when we tried to find The Cannibal?"

Daemon chuckled, "I do. We searched around all Dragonstone until Father found us before we got inside a Volcano's cave."

"And we never found him!" Viserys laughed.

"Well, thank Gods! You two would probably be eaten or burned alive and I wouldn't be here today to hear the story if you did find him." Maegon reasoned, watching his father pacing around the King's solar.

Daemon's fingers danced around the huge model of Valyria that his brother had exposed in the middle of his room.

"I miss the good old days when I was brave. Once I was sword fighting, I was riding Balerion, I took my little brother to look for a cannibal wild dragon..." Viserys sighed softly.

"You are brave still, uncle" Maegon assures, "It takes bravery to rule. And it takes bravery to be kind. You are a good King."

Viserys nodded to his nephew's words, taking his hands across the table. Daemon felt warmth in his heart. He couldn't quite understand that sensation, but he sees that part of him feels glad that his son expressed words and emotions he could never say or show, because he didn't know how to.

"Did you know that I was the one who introduced your mother to Daemon?" Viserys asked, with fun in his tone, "Have I ever told you the story?"

"Oh, you haven't!" Maegon engaged, grinning excitedly, "Do tell me, uncle, please."

We were all at Driftmark to prestige Corlys and Rhaenys' wedding. Nobles from all across the Seven Kingdoms were there, and your mother was one of them. I remember she was wearing her house colors in her dress. She was a bit older than your sister is now, I think.

My late wife, Aemma, introduced me to her, I didn't know they were friends. I discovered that the lady whom I had just met, was not only a Princess but also played part as a knight at her father's guard. She wore that dress with such grace, that I thought my ears deceived me when I imagined her wearing armor and ringmail.

My thoughts were disturbed by Caraxes' whistling noises, when Daemon, who was very late for the ceremony, came flying upon our heads, rounding Corlys' castle. Everyone was watching the little show your father was giving, mouth-opened, shocked, scared. Y/N wasn't any of those things. She wasn't impressed at all. I remember asking her;

"Have you ever seen a dragon?"

and smirking, she replied, "Where I come from, we have scarier animals."

"Scarier?" Aemma questioned.

"More dangerous." Y/N reasoned.

"I suppose you're right, Princess Y/N," I said, "There are beings more lethal than a dragon, like the very man who rides it can be far more dangerous for his ideals, than the dragon under his command."

It felt like I summoned my brother once I said those words.

"Prince Daemon" Y/N made a short reverence to greet his presence.

"Brother, let me introduce you to Princess Y/N of Sunspear, she is a good friend of Aemma's."

Daemon kept his smugly signature grin on his lips, and took Y/N's hand in his, kissing the soft skin of her knuckles.

"I am deeply sorry for being late for the ceremony. I hope dear cousin Rhaenys can forgive my missing presence." Daemon changed the subject without paying any interest to the lady who made us company.

His rudeness made me uncomfortable, but it was so like my brother to behave like that.

"Y/N, you should come visit us. Viserys and I would love to welcome your family to Dragonstone." Aemma smiled and looked at me for reassurance.

I nodded, "Feel free to visit whenever you want. It is a very lonely place, and unfortunately, the only family we have there is my brother, as Aemma and I are still trying for a child."

Before Y/N could give us an answer, Daemon retorted, "My apologies if living with your younger brother is not what you expected of marriage."

"It certainly is not what I was expecting." Aemma playfully hit Daemon with her elbow.

Y/N giggled softly and the noise took Daemon's attention. He was quite curious why she was still there, in his presence. Most people who didn't know him are likely to feel uncomfortable with his intimidating presence, but not that girl.

"Are you here with your family?" He questioned. That was the first time he spoke directly to her.

Y/N shook her head, "My father sent me here in his name to prestige Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, and give them our wedding gift."

"Oh. I see Dorne's economy must be great if its ruler has enough gold to spend on such superficial events." Like always, Daemon felt the need to say something directly rude.

Y/N frowned, "I thank the Gods our economy is doing well. It certainly is not because of your King." she replied. Her head remained raised, and her eyes stared at Daemon's on the same height.

Daemon felt strange. That woman wasn't offended by what he said, and even tried to get under his skin. One had to have such courage to talk to him like that.

"Uhm... Viserys, why don't you take Daemon to get that wine Corlys was talking to you about?" Aemma spoke trying to break the tension.

"When I took him away, he couldn't shut his mouth about Y/N. He was amazed a woman had the guts to talk to him like that, and even so about the King." Viserys finished the story, as Maegon quietly listened to every word he said.

"She never really had much filter, your mother." Daemon said, "Still doesn't."

Maegon frowned, "But... that's it? That's how you met mother? But, when did you start courting her, father?"

"She came to Viserys' coronation ceremony. Aemma was pregnant and couldn't make her company, so I offered myself for my sister-in-law to be the one hosting her friend in King's Landing." Daemon shrugged, "The rest... well, maybe you should ask your mother how it happened. I don't remember very well, but I know she quickly fell in love with me."

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doctorwhoandfairytaillover · 2 months ago

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Loving Arms (4)

Summary: The children of Viserys I from his wife Alicent Hightower had always been lacking in affection from their parents. They simply didn't realize how much until their widowed aunt was brought into their lives. (AU where Alicent has an older sister and her kids get the love that they deserve, takes place some time after the Driftmark event)

Part IV: Changes must be made

|| Loving Arms Masterlist ||

A/N: There were so many ways that I wanted this chapter to go, but I think this was as good as I was going to get it. Please leave a comment and let me know what y'all thought. 😊

BTW: I have tagged everyone that asked, but some weren't working for some reason

For quite some time, Aegon was used to being harshly woken in the morning and dragged to different lessons or things that he absolutely despised attending because it was the expectation. Curtains would be pulled open quickly, further bothering his morning as light would seep into his eyes and making his head pound with pulsing pain from drinking quite a bit the night before.

His mother, grandfather, or perhaps the septa would harshly pull him from his bed, tell him off for his previous behavior and that he was shaming not just himself, but his family by his actions. It was all things that he had heard and experienced more times than he could count.

A routine that he had lived for so many years that he had lost track at what point did it begin.

So it was certainly a complete shock to wake up slowly one morning, the soft feeling of someone playing with his hair was what had stirred his sleep addled mind. His room was still fairly dark, the curtains had not been drawn and there were no servants or other attendants milling about his room. His bleary eyes slowly focused in to see that his lovely muña was the only one in the room.

"Did you sleep well, sweet boy?" she asked softly while combing her fingers through his hair. "I figured that we might try a different way of going about your morning since I heard that you imbibed quite a bit."

She sat on the edge of his bed and had such a tender look of affection as she stared at him that it overwhelmed Aegon to see it. Instead of answering, he hid his face in her skirts and gripped the fabric of her dress between his hands. Kneading the material in his hands and whimpering softly.

There was no reproach from his sweet muña and she shushed him softly, petting his tangled locks.

"Oh Aegon," she whispered. "I am sure that your head hurts, but we must start the day. There is quite a bit that must be done."

He snuggled into her lap and peeked an eye to look at her, "Must I?"

She laughed gently, "Yes, you must."

She turned to the side table by his bed and carefully picked up the teapot that was placed there by the servants to pour some tea into his teacup. "Here, sit up a little."

Begrudgingly Aegon sat up against the headboard of his bed and pushed back his hair away from his face, rubbing at his eyes in exhaustion.

"I made sure to add a bit of honey to your tea this time," she smiled. "I thought a bit of sweetness would be a nice way to start the day before we break fast."

"Thank you," he whispered. He took his light purple teacup with gentle care and blew softly on the steaming liquid, humming in delight when he managed a small sip. "It tastes better, thank you muña."

"You are welcome," she said as she picked up her own teacup and drank her tea silently beside him.

It was quiet.

Aegon wasn't used to soft mornings like this one.

To hear the distant clatter of life outside the walls of the Keep.

The gentle birdsong as they also greeted a new day.

The quiet hums of his muña, whose smile hadn't left despite the fact that he wasn't even ready for his lessons.

Even with his hesitance to become too comfortable, Aegon hoped that he could more mornings like this one.

"Muña?" he called out softly. "It is not that I don't appreciate this change of pace, but what stirred all of this?"

"I heard amongst the grapevine that your mornings were quite the chaotic events" she said gently. "That it was quite the spectacle to be present when the eldest prince was put in his place or so I had heard."

His face burned in shame and he looked at the dregs left at the bottom of his cup. Because even though he appeared aloof and uncaring to others, it was humiliating to go through it.

He just didn't know how to change what he was doing, when every day felt like a burden.

When his limbs felt like lead, his head would hurt from all the letters that would swim on the page, and as if his heart would pound out of his chest as nothing that his tutors said made any sense to him.

"It seemed to me," she said quietly and carefully lifted his chin to look her in the eye. "It seemed that everyone around you had failed to help you. Or was I mistaken?"

Tears pooled in his lavender eyes and shook his head, swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat.

"I know there will be quite a bit of backlash, but I have relieved all of your current tutors from service and have sent word to a few that we will see if they fare any better" she said. "Would that be alright with you? Trying things a little differently?"

He quickly but carefully set his teacup beside him, practically leaping into her lap and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His sobs wracked his body and made it difficult to speak.

"H - how? H - how is it that y - you can s - see ME?!" he cried. "H - how? When my own m -mother cannot?"

She only held him tighter and rubbed his back softly, "Because I know what it is like to go through life never being seen by those we cry out to the most."

He could only cry.

And she held him in her arms for quite some time, letting him cry even when his nose ran and stained her dress. It took a long time until his breaths merely shuddered as the last of his tears dried and he let himself be held.

Slowly he sat up and wiped at his nose, "I think that I would like a bath now."

"I will have someone come up and draw the water for you," she said wiping his stray tears away. "I have someone that I need to speak with soon, go and look for your siblings. Spend some time together, I have made the arrangements so that you are not interrupted."

With that she leisurely stood up and brushed her skirts from any wrinkles. He sat back on his bed and watched her.

"Where will you be going, muña? May we come along?"

"No Aegon, it is probably best that you and your siblings not come with me today. I do not think it would be appropriate for you all to witness me stir up more trouble than is necessary."

"Trouble?" he tilted his head confused.

"Heaps of trouble and hopefully I will not need any help getting out of it" she laughed. "But knowing my big mouth, there will be times that I cross the line."

"I don't know if I like where this will go" he said. "Please take care, muña."

"I will do my best, Aegon" she said. "But do not worry and I will be back as soon as I am able."

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"My lady, I must tell you once again that the King does not wish to have any visitors at this time," the guard said with his gaze forward.

"And I will tell YOU again Ser, that if you do not tell the King that I wish to speak to him about an urgent matter, that you are stripped of your post and tongue" she smiled.

The guard trembled in his place but remained firm in keeping his gaze forward.

"My lady, please -"

"What seems to be going on here?"

Their gazes darted to King Viserys standing by his partially opened door, he looked between them expectantly.

"Good brother, how lovely to see you" she said with a saccharine smile. "I was telling this kind ser that I needed a word with you, but it seems that you were preocuppied."

"Nonsense, I have time to speak with my good sister. Come in (Y/N), don't dawdle by the door."

Walking by the guard, she curtsied sarcastically and followed Viserys into the room, only to stand by the door itself as her gaze looked over the massively detailed city that he was constructing.

"This is.... quite the project that you have here, Viserys."

"I have been making it for a long time, I would hope that it looks impressive for all the effort that I put into it" he chuckled, while working on another portion of the city. "But tell me, what brought you here that needed you to threaten that poor young man?"

"I will be blunt Viserys, were you in a drunken stupor when you agreed that Aegon and Halaena should be married? This kingdom follows the faith of the Seven and despite the brutish ways of your ancestors, they should not be married."

His expression hardened and he stopped what he was doing.

"Your Father and Alicent made quite a few points and I saw no harm in them," he said. "If you have any qualms bring it up to either of them."

"But you are King," she stated. "A decision like this cannot be made without your say, so yes there is a few things that you could do to make sure that this marriage doesn't happen."

"We must all do things that are our duty even if we are not fond of them, I am sure that with time they will find it agreeable" he waved it off.

"And you are the speaker of such things?" she scoffed. "Here you hide away from your own children and wife, it is hypocritical to say that they will one day find it agreeable when you can't stand to be in their presence."

"That isn't true!"

"Then explain it to me Viserys! You say that we must all do things that we are not fond of and because of duty, but those children are suffering because of it!" she yelled. "You wanted an heir! Now you have plenty and cannot even spare them a moment of your time or care!"

"My children want for nothing! They are princes and princess of this realm, they have never gone hungry and more things than they could ever want!" he argued. "In time they will learn to grin and bear it, because there are others that would love to be in their place!"

"With parents like theirs, it is punishment enough!"

"Silence! You have said enough!"

"No Viserys, I haven't!" she rushed forward and stood toe to toe with the man. "If I must forfeit my life here, I will do all in my power to ensure that those children have someone fight on their behalf!"

Viserys was practically shaking in anger, but her eyes had a look in them that made the man turn away. "See yourself out, (Y/N)."

"No."

He looked at her in disbelief, "No?"

"No" she echoed. "Until you concede, I will not."

"I am King, I could have you thrown in a cell for this insolence!"

"All I see is a weak man, there is no King here."

It was unnerving how she stared at him, Viserys was used to grown men trembling at his word and groveling for forgiveness at his feet. People pleading that he would find mercy in his heart for them and not following through with his threats.

Yet his good sister refused to back down

His legs shook as he sat down and tried to keep his gaze on her.

"What would you have me do? I have already agreed."

"Allow me to find good matches for the children and that I may have say in what must be done for them" she said simply.

"That is asking for too much, (Y/N)."

"Oh it is merely the start, Viserys."

"What else is there?" he asked.

"We will have many more things to discuss," she smiled. "I hope you are comfortable because changes must be made."

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youraverageaemondsimp · 10 months ago

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Secrets behind the curtain. // Actor!Aemond Targaryen x Manager!Reader || MODERN AU

Summary: Aemond takes out his frustration of losing an award on you.

WARNINGS: mdni, dubious consent, p in v sex, unprotected sex, tiddy sucking, degradation, dacryphilia, car (it's a limousine) sex, slightly dark!aemond, riding, messy sex, power imbalance, rigged award show, + not proofread, please lemme know if I missed any.

WC: 1.7K

A/N: I cooked this while trynna complete my other wips like bro 😭 adhd be like 😋 also this isn't dark enough to be tagged under mae:dark!content but it does contain dubious consent (reader is implied to find the situation inappropriate to fuck) so yeah, a heads up // divider creds: @cafekitsune

“And the best actor award goes to…” The host trails off, leaving room for suspense and Aemond leans back relaxed on his chair, knowing that he would be winning.

“Jason Lannister!”

As the host announces the name, your blood runs cold, you notice Aemond twitch slightly in his seat, he shoots you a glare and you look down at your feet.

Aemond watches in anger as Jason goes up the stage and collects the award, “That asshole isn't even that good at acting.” He scoffs and you swallow, “Aemond, the cameras.” you whisper and he rolls his eyes, putting on a fake expression of a smile, as though he's happy that Jason won, but you know the truth.

After this award, a small break was given to artists to freshen up, redo their makeup, or relieve themselves, but for Aemond that wasn't the case, “We're leaving.” He tells you and you look at him in shock, “But- the award show hasn't ended yet? If we live now, the press might notice and create articles on how you left right after you lost.” You reason, trying to catch up to Aemond as he was making his way through the alleyway, reaching his limousine which was parked behind the building, he checked the area for any press before he turned to face you.

“And whose fault was that? You brought me here, saying that I would win, look what happened now.” He grabs you by your cheeks roughly and you swallow thickly, “You were supposed to win! The judges evaluated that your performance was better but the Lannisters might've played foul.” You tried to reason but he scoffs, making his way over to the limousine and getting in.

“Where the fuck is the driver?” He asks you, when he sees you getting inside along with him, and you shrug, “He probably went to take a break– but Aemond please, your image will be ruined if you leave now.” You beg, yet he remains quiet and sits down, you shut the door behind you and sit down as well, awkward silence filling up the air.

There was no convincing Aemond once he made up his mind, so you dialled the drivers number but he didn't pick up, and you took this as a sign to persuade Aemond one last time, as if he'll suddenly change his mind even though he refused multiple times.

“Aemond, the press will write about how you were upset that you didn't win and left right after, besides that isn't the only award you are nominated for, you are also nominated for best character in the series, which will take place after this break.” You tell him calmly and he scoffs, “Yeah, just so i can lose that award too right?” He glares at you, and you shut up.

You sigh to yourself, knowing that you'd have to be the one dealing with damage control, Otto and Alicent would not be pleased, considering how Aemond had already once gotten into a controversy for taunting his nephews at an award show, questioning their birth indirectly.

You are about to dial the driver's number once again before your phone is yanked off from your grip, your hand is then grabbed and you stumble forward into Aemond arms.

He wastes no time in unbuttoning your shirt revealing your bra, he untucks your shirt and pulls it off you, throwing it on the ground and then begins mouthing at your breast, and kissing on your neck.

“Aemond— we can't right now—” You try to protest but he interrupts you, “Shut the fuck up.” He grits his teeth and you immediately obey.

He pushes you down onto the seat and pulls your pants off, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and feeling vulnerable.

You open your mouth to protest again but he slams his lips against you, leaving you unable to speak. The kiss is aggressive, hungry and anger filled, he bites your lip enough to make it painful but not to draw blood, and you whine into the kiss. His hands roam up your body and he finds your breasts, squeezing them tightly and mostly aggressively.

He pulls away and begins to undo his own pants, unbuckling belt and pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard and leaking cock, he unbuttons his shirt slightly, feeling hot.

Your panties are pulled off in an instant and thrown to where the rest of your clothes are, same with your bra, you grip the edge of slim seats to not fall off when he grabs your legs and spreads them wide, before leaning forward and causing your knees to push up against your chest.

He spits on your cunt, his hands now holding the underside of your knees, he lets one of them in order to line his cock up against your entrance before going back to the underside of your knees again.

You gasp when his cock stretches your walls, throwing your head back in pleasure, Aemond doesn't waste any moment and begins to ram harshly into your cunt and you bite your lip to prevent noises from coming out.

“Fucking slut, look at how wet you've become.” He says harshly, his hips thrusting in and out at a fast pace, he grabs your arms and pins them upwards, “'Foul play' you say? It doesn't matter how much money they've spent, you should've spent more.” He grits his teeth, still remembering your words from earlier. “B-but that wouldn't be fair–” You are cut off with a light slap to your cheek, before he grips it tightly, “Fair? Who cares about fairness? Look what happened now.” He spits in your mouth.

You swallow, knowing you have no choice, a small smirk forms on his lips at what you've done, likely satisfied with your behaviour.

But soon he remembers that this situation didn't occur because he simply wanted to fuck his favourite woman like all the other times, no, he was mad at you.

“You're so fucking useless, do you know that?” He asks and you sniff, staying silent.

“Useless whore, you couldn't even make me win the award, the only thing you're good for is being a cocksleeve and a cunt to dump my cum into.” He degrades you and you can feel the tears begin to form in your eyes at his words.

Yet he finds joy in those tears.

“You're crying now? Imagine how I felt when I lost the award huh? How embarrassing was it for me? Especially to that fucking Jason Lannister.” His thrusts become even more brutal.

Your body jolts up and down the seat at the impact, but you still remain silent, the only noises that leave your mouth being whines and moans.

“You're fired.”

Your eyes shoot wide open at those words and you begin to shake, “No- no, please!” You beg and he chuckles, “Desperate to keep this job that much huh? Why? Is it because of my cock?” He asks and you shake your head no, “Please–” You beg and he seems to be in thought.

He suddenly pulls you up, changing positions.

He is now sitting straight with you straddling him, your arms gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Do you really want to keep this job?” He asks and you nod eagerly, “Well, you know what to do.” He says and you nod.

You raise your hips slightly before going down again, you set a decent pace and begin riding him, you bounce up and down on his cock, gripping his shoulders tight, whilst he grips your hips.

“You're so fucking pretty like this.” He mutters, pressing kisses on your breasts before pulling your nipple into his mouth, your pace falters slightly, yet his mouth remains on your breast, suckling on the nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud, and groaning in pleasure.

He leaves your breast with a wet pop before giving the other one the same attention, “I love these tits so much, I can only imagine how delicious it would be if they swell up with milk.” He sighs, rubbing his face in between them and placing a kiss on your sternum.

You begin picking up the pace again, slightly leaning forward which makes the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot, making you let out a moan, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, and soon starts to thrust upwards, matching your pace.

“Fuck Aem– I'm so close.” You close your eyes, “I know baby, me too.” He kisses your neck, and due to the repeated hits at your sweet spot, you finish with a loud moan and immediately fall limp at the impact, your breathing uneven as you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

He thrusts a few more times before he comes too with a grunt, painting your walls white with his seed. You both stay like that for a moment until you break the silence with a question, “Are you actually gonna fire me?” You question and he chuckles, “And miss out having the best fucking company ready 24/7 for me? No. I'm no such fool.” He answers.

Suddenly your phone begins to ring, you get off him and pick the call up and Aemond watches you to do so.

You gasp when the other person reveals the news to you, and you turn to look at Aemond, who looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, and you end the conversation with the other person, cutting the call.

“The award show is cancelled, apparently the Lannisters have been exposed for the foul play they had done.” you tell him, and his face immediately becomes bright with a smile on his face, and soon it is replaced with a smirk as he watches you put your clothes on.

“You better prepare yourself for a round two at my house.” He tells you and quickly pulls his pants up, before you can say anything, the door opens

“Sorry madam, I wasn't able to pick up the call, my phone died when I tried to.” The driver apologises and gets into the vehicle, seating himself on the driver's seat and quickly starts the limousine, and you sit down next to Aemond, who rests his hand on your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise as you oddly anticipate what's about to come.

The ride home felt like an eternity.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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huramuna · 9 months ago

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downpour - oneshot.

modern aegon ii targaryen x nanny reader minors dni, you will be smited.

this is for @targaryen-dynasty sleepover challenge 🤭 i got the babysitter au + the prompt 'why so shy?' i had so much fun with this, modern aegon is a menace and also a sopping wet cat.

word count: 4.5k

content: smutty smut smut (specifics under cut), aegon being a little shit (we love it), saltburn spoilers (lol), allusions to drug / alcohol abuse and rehabilitation, mullet aegon, jaehaera and jaehaerys are hel's kids but they have an unnamed / unrelated father, gratuitous use of song lyrics, probably a touch of power imbalance because of her job

murder on the dance floor - sophie ellis-bexter

warnings: oral (m receiving), face slapping w/ cock, degradation, dirty talk (this man never shuts up), face fucking / deepthroat, cum on face

“Jaehaerys! Jaehaera! Please don’t run in the house with muddy boots!” you called fervently, trying to collapse the umbrella with one hand, two teddy bears slung in the other.

“We won’t!” they both called in unison, followed by the unmistakable sound of muddy galoshes squeaking over the marble floor. You suppressed the urge to groan as you entered the exquisite home through the french doors that led to the backyard.

“Boots off, little ones!” you called again, kicking off your own shoes in a haste to catch the gremlins before they tracked grime all over madam Alicent’s home. You had been working at the Targaryen estate for the better part of a year as a live-in nanny for Lady Alicent’s two grandchildren– twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. It was a wonderful job for the most part, as the twins were a delight and you had grown to have a strong friendship with their mother, Helaena. She was a bit dreamy-eyed and wistful, but was a wonderful mother nonetheless, even if she did have her melancholic days.

The estate was huge and ancient, passed down from generations through Helaena’s father’s side, which was apparently a near royal bloodline from days long foregone. Viserys Targaryen, the father in question, was hardly ever home. He managed the family business (whatever it may be, you didn’t find it in you to ask– all you knew is that they were dirty rich) with his other daughter, Rhaenyra, from his first marriage. He had four children with Alicent, Helaena being the only one of the brood to still live at home.

You’d met two of the others as well; Aemond, a lawyer in the family business who was, in short, all business and no play. He never regarded you, really, besides a quick glance or stiff nod. He had, however, slipped you a eight-thousand dollar bonus at Christmas time with a simple card that read;

Thank you for taking care of the twins and my sister. And keeping my mother sane.

- A.T

The other sibling, Daeron, was the youngest of the bunch, visited usually during holidays, as he constantly was studying abroad. ‘Sowing his wild oats’, as Helaena had put it. He was cordial to you and very much had a boyish charm, and Helaena loved to joke that he had a crush on you. When he had come home for New Year’s, he brought you a souvenir from Iceland, an authentic lopapeysa sweater, made from wool and sewn with a beautiful geometric design.

“Awh, Daeron wants you to stay warm, lovey,” Helaena teased.

“I-It’s just– her hands are always so cold, a-and the wool is supposed to help keep warm! The inner layer is insulating.” Daeron had stammered, the tips of his ears growing red.

“Uncle Daeron has a brush!” Jaehaera squeaked, her words whistling through her tooth gap, she’d lost her first baby tooth just the week before.

“A crush, he’s got a crush!” Jaehaerys corrected softly.

Alicent thought the whole thing very amusing.

That left one child you hadn’t met. You didn’t know much about him aside from small bits of conversation you’d picked up on between the rest of the family. Aegon. The eldest of all of them, and apparently the troublemaker of the bunch. You knew what he looked like from the portraits– blonde hair like the rest but with severely more bags under his eyes. Upon entering the home, one would see the chronological order of family portraits.

It starts with Viserys, Alicent, and baby Aegon; the latter of whom is happy and chubby and bubbly.

Then, it moves to the three of them, plus baby Helaena, with her wide blue-eyed stare at the camera. Aegon is still happy.

The next one adds the addition of baby Aemond– there is a glint of sentience in Aegon’s eyes, but he hasn’t experienced the crushing blows of reality yet.

You weren’t exactly sure, but as he got older, he became more morose– more bags, less light in his eyes. Then came the ear piercings, the tattoos, the head shaving, the bloodshot in the whites of his eyes. The portraits ended with this past year’s Christmas photo. Aegon was noticeably missing from it. You’d heard during one of Alicent’s phone conversations with her father that Aegon was in rehabilitation for a myriad of issues, and looking at his photos, you could only guess which one was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

A particularly harsh clap of thunder broke you from your thoughts, coming back to yourself. You scooped up Jaehaera before she stepped on the carpet with the muddy shoes. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up for lunch, yeah? What do we want for lunch today, lovies?”

“Grilled cheese n’ tomato soup.”

“No! I want mac n’ cheese.”

The squabbling ensued, the twins arguing back and forth for a few moments before you butt in. “Alright, how about– whoever gets the floor the cleanest and puts their galoshes by the washroom the fastest gets to pick?”

The twins squealed in delight as they absconded from your sight, effectively going to do your bidding for you. You would, however, just end up making both meals anyway. As you moved to the kitchen, the sound of the doorbell rang. You bustled to the door, not sure who to expect– there weren’t many roving visitors in and out of the estate unless Alicent was explicitly expecting company– which you had triple checked the calendar when you woke up that morning.

You opened the door, expecting to see a debutante or someone of Alicent’s social circle– ‘twas not the case. You recognized him immediately, seeing his mother’s face in his own. Aegon. He was muddy, dirt flecks splashed on his face as he stood under the stoop trying to get away from the pouring rain. His face was a bit healthier than you’d seen it, the dark circles were still there, but not as prominent. It was like a gloomy day, rather than a full blown storm under his eyes. He had the wisps of a beard starting on his jawline, and his hair was cut into a makeshift mullet, longer in the back.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, hands in his pockets.

“Erm– the… the nanny. For the children.” you stammered, his tone catching you off guard. You glanced behind him, seeing a beat up dirt bike caked in mud– that was probably how he got here.

“A nanny? You’re a bit young for that, yeah? My nanny’s were all wrinkly old prunes.”

“Oh– uhm, come in, Mr. Targaryen.”

He perked a brow at the name, but didn’t say anything. He beat the bottom of his boots on the doormat, which didn’t accomplish much. He immediately began to track mud on the floor. “Mum home? Hel?”

“Lady Alicent is… upstairs,” you offered, following behind him at a quick pace. “Helaena is taking a nap– the storm–”

“Yeah, I know ‘bout Hel’s issues with storms. Don’t need to tell me twice. So, you got a name, or are you just the nanny?”

You gave him your name as you glanced at the clock– it was almost time for the children’s lunch and you hadn’t even put it on the stove yet!

“Got any food around here? Fuckin’ famished.” he added then as he nosed around the kitchen, hands still in his pockets.

“I’m just about to make lunch for the twins– uhm, I can make you something too if you’d like.” you walked past him, quickly putting some pots on the stove and starting the gas. You and the twins were on a strict schedule, and if they didn’t get their lunch on time, they would turn into hellions.

“Sure. Whatever the kids are having. I’m not picky.” Aegon waved his hand behind his head as he disappeared from the kitchen and clomped up the stairs, likely to speak with his mother. You fretted for Alicent’s mental state once that was done, and you felt even guiltier for not giving her a heads up.

As the tomato soup heated on the stove and the water began to boil for the macaroni, you unlocked your phone– you were curious about Aegon and why he’d come back, exactly. Well, of course, besides the fact that he lived here (or did, at some point) he was still supposed to be in rehab for another three months. You went to instagram, rolling your eyes as you saw that his profile was on ‘suggested for you to follow!’

You clicked to his most recent photo, the first that he’d posted in over a year.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered under your breath as you put down your phone on the counter to stir the soup.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” Aegon teased behind you. When the fuck had he gotten there? “Soup n’ mac and cheese?”

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese for Jaehaera, mac and cheese for Jaehaerys.” you responded plainly, trying not to notice that he was practically breathing down your neck. You glanced over as he leaned on the counter, where you had left your phone. Unlocked. Like an idiot. On his instagram page.

“Curious about me, are you? I’m surprised you haven’t heard enough about me from my mum.”

“I don’t like to pry into Lady Alicent’s affairs–”

“I wouldn’t consider myself an affair, more like a one time fling, eh?” Aegon snorted, grabbing your phone. It took every fiber of your being to not break all sense of decorum you held to snatch it back from him. “You’re not following me– let’s change that,” he mused, beginning to scroll through your page now. “Lots of pictures of the kids here– ooh, a trip to the seaside. There’s no pictures of you on here, eh? Only of… my family n’ other stupid shit, like the ocean.”

“I’m a live-in nanny, sir,” you grit out, stirring the soup with more force than necessary. You consider yourself a patient person, and have become accustomed to how people in the Targaryen’s circle made their jabs. High society and filthy rich people had their own language of insults– ones that you wouldn’t realize they were insulting you until much, much later. It was like a game with a slow burning poison. But Aegon, apparently, was different. There was nothing meticulous about his jabs, no filter, no slow burning poison. It was all punch and sting, like a bite from a rabid dog rather than a viper. “I usually attend family trips.”

“Live-in, huh?” he drawled, his arm leaning over the counter in such a laissez-faire manner that you could feel yourself scowling. “Don’t get much action then, I take it? Let’s see if there’s any nudie judies on here, then…”

“N-no!” you broke then, all sense of manners flying out of your body as you struggled to take back your phone.

“Why so shy? Got something on here you don’t want me to see?” he staved you off, a hand planted firmly on your shoulder as he scrolled through your photos, making all sorts of gaudy faces. You didn’t really have anything overtly scandalous, maybe a few lingerie shots for an old boyfriend.

“Aegon, leave her alone. Give her back her phone.” Alicent’s voice cut through the room like a knife, stunning both of you.

He sheepishly gave you back your phone as she crooked a finger to her son, ushering him to a room on the farther side of the house.

As you fed the twins their lunch, you overheard some yelling, arguing and heated voices. You only saw Aegon later when going to your room to get ready for bed. His eyes were teary and red.

—

The next few weeks went by with some normalcy— everything was as usual, except it was like you had a third child to care for; Aegon. Except this child didn’t listen at all and had terrible habits. He was constantly flirting with you, but also would weave in jabs at the same time— you couldn’t quite tell if he even liked you or not. Not that it mattered, anyway.

You were sneaking in your own lunch one afternoon, eating scraps from the twin’s lunch while they napped— basically just the crust you cut off of the grilled cheese and the small bit of soup left in the pot.

“You eat like a mouse.” Aegon said, always managing to be there to annoy you.

“Too much food makes me tired— I won’t be able to keep up with them if I’m sluggish.”

“Could always drink a red bull or a monster, instead.” he offered, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in the kitchen.

“You shouldn’t do that inside. It’s bad for the children’s lungs. Lady Alicent says—,”

“Well, it’s my fuckin’ house too, innit? I can smoke in here if I well and bloody like,” he growled, exhaling a puff of smoke into your face. “My mum must be paying you extra to be my nanny too, then? The way you’re up my ass all the time.” he flicked ash in your direction.

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. He was goading you, baiting you into a reaction. He was being insufferable on purpose. You could tell by his pearly white smile he currently had plastered to his face, like a smug little—

“Never had a nanny so pretty, though,” he continued. “If I asked real nice, would you feed me soup? Dress me up? Give me a bath if I’m real dirty?” he got closer and you could smell him— the smell of marlboro reds and cheap aftershave that had become synonymous with Aegon blew out your senses until it was all consuming.

Your mouth parted as you tried to think of some witty response, some barb, some jab— but nothing came out. You just huffed and turned away from him in an attempt to hide your red cheeks. Why were you blushing?

You could practically hear the cockiness ooze from him, his mouth perked into a cheeky smile as he stole one of the crusts. He knew he’d gotten to you.

—

It’d now been over a month since Aegon moved back home and the building tension between you two hadn’t let up a bit— you constantly felt trapped and elated all at once. When you saw him, your chest fluttered slightly in anxiety and anticipation. What was wrong with you?

It was a dark, gloomy day. The seasonal storms were in full swing, pelting the estate in rain and hail. Alicent, Helaena, and the twins were out on an escapade to Alicent’s father’s house— you guessed Aegon hadn’t gone. But, it was a huge house, so surely you could enjoy some of your time off without seeing him?

A rumble of thunder shook the house, rattling its constitution— and then the lights flickered. Flickered… flickered… then… out. It was dark, then, even with your window shades open. You turned on your phone flashlight and tiptoed out of your room, going to see if perhaps you could smack the backup generator into working.

You hadn’t expected to work today, nor see anyone, as Alicent had given you the day off. So, you were subsequently dressed in your pajamas— a hilariously oversized Bass Pro Shop shirt (a gift from your dad in America) and cat-patterned sleeping shorts. Your toes cracked and creeped on the floorboards with each movement, and to your chagrin, as you passed Aegon’s door, it opened. He was wearing a shirt that said “MILF: Man I love Fishing”, with just his boxer briefs on, which didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“Oh. You’re still here.”

“Yes?”

“Sorry, thought you were gone with the rest. Sad, I can’t do the Saltburn thing now.”

“The… what?”

“The Saltburn thing? Dance around the empty mansion to myself with my cock out.”

“What.” you responded with the most deadpan tone.

“Dance… with my cock out?” he repeated.

“No– I know what you said– but why?”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the conversation. “So, the power is out– uhm, do you know where the backup generator is?”

“In the wine cellar. Nifty, huh?”

“... the… wine cellar. I can’t say I’ve been down there yet.”

“I know it like the back of my hand, c’mon then. I’m sure I can kick the old gen in the nads and get it to work.” Aegon said with surprising confidence, turning on his phone’s flashlight and half blinding you.

You followed behind him, to which he hummed ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ while doing a half-assed dance, apparently from some movie that was definitely something you hadn’t watched– you don’t remember the last time you watched a movie that wasn’t geared towards the twins.

“So basically… he had the whole mansion to himself, and then he dances through it with his cock out, hanging massive brain, y’know? It's murder on the dance floor, you better not kill the groove,” he imitates the dance, sprawling his arms out in the doorway to the wine cellar and shaking his bottom a bit, which was, admittedly, nicely fit in his snug boxer briefs. You felt a strange heat flush to your cheeks.

“And this… is a… what? Comedy?”

“Well, categorically no– I’m not a film aficionado. I guess it could be considered a psychological thriller, but I thought it was pretty funny,” he stopped before continuing into the cellar. “It gets pretty hairy in here, so stick close, okay? Ever seen The Conjuring?”

“... yes, actually. Horror movies are kind of my favorite.”

“Ah, a girl after my own heart,” he mused. “Well, think of the basement in that movie, but instead of a bunch of old useless shit, it’s a bunch of old wine.”

“And… instead of ghosts?”

“Oh, there’s definitely ghosts.”

“... what.”

“Yeah, estate is haunted. You haven’t noticed?”

“Shut up.” you murmured. You were a huge fan of horror movies while simultaneously being a huge chicken shit when it came to scary things– you were prone to hiding your face before the big jumpscare or running up the stairs from the kitchen when it was dark, just in case something was chasing you– and your feet had to be covered by the blanket at all times when sleeping.

“Aww, you scared?” Aegon teased, turning to you.

“I mean– ghosts are scary. Of course!” you offered sheepishly, pulling up the collar of your oversized shirt to cover your nose and mouth in an almost hiding manner– a nervous habit of yours.

“I’ll keep you safe, love, no worries about that.”

“... that’s what they always say, right? Then they totally leave behind their girlfriends to get stabbed by the killer or… eaten by the monster.”

“You my girlfriend now?” he asked, that stupidly annoying and somehow charming smug energy exuding off of him in waves.

“Shut up.” you grumbled as you both approached the generator. It was covered in dust and hadn’t been touched or tended to in a long time, it looked like. “Do… you know what you’re doing?” you asked Aegon tentatively, watching as he inspected it.

“Me? Oh, fuck no. I never know what I’m doing, honestly,” he shrugged, giving the metal box a kick and haphazardly pressing some buttons. “No dice, sweetheart. ‘Spose you’ll have to dance in the dark with me for a bit longer, huh? But, if there's a ghost, you'll be... ghost food, or whatever.”

You pinched your brow in annoyance. “I don’t understand you.”

“What’s there to understand? I’m a pretty open book, you know.”

“No– you aren’t. You flirt with me but also… insult me? I don’t get it.”

“It’s called teasing– picking? Picking on? Getting the goat?”

“What? So, like a little boy pulling a girl’s pigtails on the playground because he likes her? That makes absolutely no sense, Aegon.”

“If you spend your time trying to find a reason for it, you’ll go insane. Why not just enjoy the point of it? I like you.” he breathed, suddenly very close to you. He set his phone aside on top of the generator, flashlight up. It illuminated the walls of wine and cast shadows of cobwebs and dust all around the both of you.

“What?”

“Are you deaf– I. Like. You.” he repeated, his knees bumping yours as you were practically glued together, your back now against the ancient stone wall.

Your lips parted as you inhaled a breath– okay, you weren’t exactly expecting him to say that, or even like you at all– you figured the flirting was all hot air, a defense mechanism, something for fun, not… real. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you became all too aware of the fact that you hadn’t been touched since you got this job, maybe even before that– and your previous boyfriends never made you feel… flustered like this. You couldn’t form words as he, uncharacteristically cautiously, put his hand on your cheek. He was so close, so close– his body heat mingled with your inherent coldness and warmed you instantly. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward, slotting your lips against his. What the actual fuck were you doing– you were kissing your boss’ son, her notoriously bad mannered, foul mouthed, sloven slob of a son, and you liked it. Your hand instantly went to the back of his head, fingers grazing through his choppy curls– even giving them an experimental tug, which he seemed to enjoy, by the indication of something poking you in your thigh.

His lips moved against yours like a dance, and you couldn’t get the fucking song he was singing earlier out of your head– It’s murder on the dancefloor– you grasped at his hip, it was fleshy and pleasant, the tips of your finger slipping under the elastic of his briefs– But you better not kill the groove– his hands were exploring, too, under your stupid Bass Pro shop shirt, groping at your breasts with reckless abandon – If you think you're getting away, I will prove you wrong – the heat rose in your body until you couldn’t take it any longer, the two of you were practically eating each other alive in this dank, dusty cellar and it was undoubtedly the hottest experience of your life – I'll take you all the way, boy, just come along – your lips parted for a moment, still connected by a string of saliva, bridging the gap between the two of you – Hear me when I say, hey –

“On your knees for me, love?” he asked, his voice suddenly so deep and husky, his thumb skimming over your collarbone.

You fell to your knees for him so quickly– how pathetic. He wriggled down his briefs, already leaking at the fat tip of his cock. He wasn’t overly long, but he was girthy, like a beer can. Your eyes widened, which he must’ve noticed, as his face was plastered with a shit-eating grin. Your mind immediately went to an image of a so-called ‘American delicacy’ (your father’s words, not yours) called Beer can chicken, in which a can of beer is shoved in the ass end of a chicken and grilled. It is apparently as delicious as it is horrifying. Your throat bobbed as you surveyed it, a tentative hand around the base. He shook his head, prying your hand from him.

“Nope, mouth only. Open up, be a good girl.” Aegon muttered, looking down at you, the light of his phone flashlight illuminating him from below– he looked like a God. Or maybe a devil.

Your mouth parted as his hand guided you forward. You wholly expected him to nestle in your mouth, but he surprised you with a slap to your face with his cock. It didn’t hurt, just caused you to yelp in surprise. He smeared some of the pre-come across your cheek, then slapped the head of his length on your waiting tongue. It was somewhat degrading, what he was doing– but it lit a goddamn fire under your ass, the neurons of depravity in your body, wherever they may lie, were alight with each nasty little gesture Aegon gave you, before he finally slid home. It stretched out your mouth, prodding at the back of your throat.

“What would everyone else think, hm? If they knew you were such a fuckin’ slut.” he growled, gathering your hair in his fist like it owed him money, beginning to fuck himself into your mouth, careful to pay attention to your body language to make sure he wasn’t working you over too much. He made sure to be extra careful with his toys, rather than break them.

Tears welled, spilling down your face as you let him use you, degrade you– and yet, he also praised you.

“–such a good girl for me–”

“–you can take a little more, there you go–”

“–prettiest throat I’ve ever fucked–”

You felt like you were on fire, set ablaze by arousal you’d never experienced before– was this what they sang songs about? Dirty, borderline pornographic songs but the point still stood.

You had to chalk it up to the barometric pressure of the storm, right? Aegon wasn’t your type— your type was… well-adjusted, non-addicts, non-bad boy, non-troublemakers. Aegon was the antithesis of what you were into.

And yet— you were into him. You were into him in a pathetic, pitiful way. It made you cringe to think about but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes, nor could you forget the way he was whimpering— fucking whimpering! You squeezed your thighs together slightly at the sound of it, at the blurry-eyed, teary sight of him looking down at you on your knees, eyes half lidded.

He pulled out with a particularly throaty grunt, painting your face in his unnaturally warm seed, somehow careful enough not to get it in your eyes– small mercies. Your lungs inflated with oxygen once more as you caught your breath, trying to gather yourself. You felt the swathe of cloth over your face as Aegon cleaned you up with his ‘MILF: Man I Love Fishing’ shirt, which he had apparently taken off.

“You good?”

You nodded slowly as he helped you to your feet, brushing off your knees with the clean part of his shirt.

“Um– so,” he still held onto you, as if he was afraid you’d run away. “Do you want to watch a movie with me later, when the power is back on? Like, actually watch it– I won’t fuck your face, I promise.”

“... are you asking me on a date?”

“Umm… yeah. I think.”

“Maybe we could watch Saltburn?” you offered with a shrug.

–

“Your mum texted me,” you whispered. “The bridge is temporarily washed out from the storm, they won’t be back ‘til tomorrow.”

“Do you know what that means?” Aegon said, suddenly giddy. You both had just finished watching Saltburn, and you finally understood what the ‘Saltburn thing’ was.

“You know your mum has like ten security cameras set up around the house, right?”

“Okay… and?”

“I’m not dancing naked in the hallway, Aegon.”

“How about just in my room? Please?”

You gave a sigh, beginning to take your clothes off.

“Siri, play ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor.”

‘Okay. Now playing ‘Murder on the Dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis-Bextor, as featured in Saltburn.’

It's murder on the dancefloor!

But you better not kill the groove, hey-hey, hey-hey!

It's murder on the dancefloor.

But you better not steal the moves.

DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down.

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series summary: After starting a new job at a prestigious museum in London, you form a close friendship with Helaena Targaryen. You're surprised when she invites you to stay at her family's estate for the summer holidays. [2.7k]

[aegon targaryen x reader, modern!HOTD AU ]

masterlist | previously

warnings: none, i think!

note: i'm so sorry it took me a little bit to get this out. i've been prepping for a big trip coming up soon, my head has been a little everywhere recently. anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

The rain that had accompanied you on the way out of London had ceased by the time you arrived at the Targaryen estate. The sun was dipping under the horizon, painting the sky in a soft orange and pink hue. The windows are still streaked with rain as you push off the plush seat and step out of the car. You stretch your arms above your head, loosening the muscles tightened by the long drive.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes scan the scenery before you. The stone walls of the house seem to grow from the landscape, it’s garbled roof echoing a serene, timeless elegance. Tall trees and lush greenery frame the manor, flowers blooming in vibrant bursts along the pathway to the house. The silence is tranquil, punctuated only by the occasional wail of a passing bird.

With your bags taken by a man who introduced himself as Criston, you begin to follow Helaena up the gravel path. Her steps fall softly as she leads the way. The look in her face is soft and gentle, hiding much behind her eyes. The more you look at the manor, the more it resembles an enlarged and elevated cottage or even a mix between a cottage and a castle, if such a thing existed—homey, alluring, and comfortable.

You enter the home, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and old books, a familiar scent you learned to love during your time at the museum. You continue to follow Helaena through the foyer and into the living room, your footsteps muffled by thick rugs lined with intricate patterns. The room is open, the dimming sunlight streaming through a set of two large windows. A grand piano sits in a corner, scraps of paper tucked away in a book on the windowsill next to it. A large collection of books fill the shelves spanning an entire wall. Swords, small statues and animal skeletons are scattered around the room and hanging on the walls. There’s even a collection of insects pinned in frames, butterflies of all colors and sizes.

The room is empty save for a silhouette sitting at one of the windows. It overlooks the vast ground of the estate, eyes watching two figures as they lounge outside by a small lake just beyond and below the window.

“Mum,” Helaena calls out, wrapping her knuckles against the doorframe where the two of you have stopped. The woman takes her eyes away from the window, taking in a sharp breath before turning to you, a wide smile on her face.

“Hel,” she calls her, pulling her daughter into her arms, hands caressing Helaena’s hair. Helaena hesitates momentarily before wrapping her arms around her mother. As you watch them, you notice how different they are from each other. If you hadn’t been told before, you would've never known they were mother and daughter. Helaena wore a cerulean sweater with gray trousers, her blonde hair cropped just above her shoulders. Alicent, on the other hand, wore a deep green blouse with brown trousers, her hair pulled away from her face but cascading in long tresses down her back.

Helaena pulls away from her mother, gesturing toward you. “Mum, this is Y/N,”

Alicent meets your eyes, introducing herself. Before you can reach out a hand for a shake, she pulls you into a hug just as she had her own daughter.

She pulls back, hands gently gripping your biceps. “It’s lovely to finally meet you. Helaena’s told me so much about you,” she says, her voice filled with genuine warmth. “Welcome to our humble home.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Targaryen,” you say, smiling.

“Please, call me Alicent. I insist.” Her smile broadens. “Come, let me show you to your room,” she says, guiding you through the elegantly decorated hallways.

The faces in each portrait seem to follow you as you pass, their eyes windows into the past lives that once filled these halls. It sends a soft chill up your spine. But you can’t help but marvel at the grandeur around you – it’s as if you’ve stepped onto a movie set, a dream.

Alicent stops in front of a door and pushes it open. The room is immense, its pale blue walls bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun streaming through a large window. “This will be your room,” she gestures. “Helaena’s old room is just next door. There’s a bathroom that connects the two, but you’ll have plenty of space.”

You step into the room, immediately taken by its charm. The plush bed is adorned with soft pillows, the rugs underfoot are invitingly soft, and tasteful art hangs on the walls, adding a touch of elegance.

“This is beautiful,” you say, spotting your suitcases left at the foot of the bed. “Thank you so much, Alicent.”

Wandering into the bathroom, you’re greeted by a large bathtub that sits in front of an even larger window. On one side of the room are a pair of sinks; on the other, a spacious shower. Setting your things down at one sink, you peer out the window, the soft light peeking in as the sun continues to dip further down the sky. It casts shadows over the grounds. You can see the back of the estate, the sprawling gardens, and the lake.

“Make yourself at home. If you need anything, just let me know,” Alicent says. She bids you goodbye and withdraws from the room, reminding you that dinner will be in about an hour.

Leaving you alone, you sink into the lavish plush armchair, feeling completely at home. Your eyes peer out the window, every time finding something new to look at. In the distance, you can see stables and what looks like an old church with people pouring out. There’s a treeline just beyond the property that looks like it goes on for miles. Getting lost trying to find the end of the forest, your eyes begin to feel heavy and you find yourself drifting off.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It's not until a while later you hear your name called softly from the doorway. Shifting out of your relaxed stupor, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and spot your blonde haired friend peeking at you from the doorway, a gentle smile on her lips. She raises her eyebrows at you and you shove her shoulder with yours before following her down the grand staircase. As you descend, the scent of roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread wafts through the air, making your stomach tinge in anticipation.

The dining room is abuzz with activity as the Targaryen family gathers. The two men you saw outside earlier, Helaena’s brothers, stand at the entrance of the dining room, conversing quietly. Aemond and Daeron stand taller than you, both offering you polite smiles. There's a hint of reserve in their eyes, making the nerves in your veins accelerate a little more.

You’re surprised at how similar yet so different they are from each other. Both share a sharp chin and lanky limbs long and lean. Their clothes contrast each other in style but compliment their individual characteristics. Their hair is a pale blonde like Helaena’s – Aemond’s long locks flowing down his back, while Daeron’s is cropped short above his ears.

“Welcome,” Aemond says, his voice smooth and measured. He extends a hand, and you shake it, noting the firm yet gentle grip.

“Good to see you,” Daeron adds, his smile a touch warmer than his brother’s. “We’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“Thank you. It’s lovely to meet you both,” you reply, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement.

Helaena guides you to your seat at the long, polished dining table. The table is set with gleaming silverware and adorned with an array of delicious dishes—roast meats, steamed vegetables, and freshly baked bread. The space is elegant and inviting, with a long, polished oak table set with gleaming silverware and sparkling crystal glasses. Soft, golden light filters through antique chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the room. The rich scent of roasted meats and fresh herbs fills the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of the flowers that adorn the table. Your eyes scan over the feast and the new faces, taking in the grandeur of the setting.

You watch as Helaena’s father, Viserys, limps his way into the room, clinging onto Alicent’s arm with one hand while the other pushes on a cane. There’s a thin layer of hair on his head and the side of his face is riddled with scars. His face lights up with a warm smile when he meets your eyes, radiating a quiet strength and dignity. Alicent takes her place next to him, a soft smile adorning her lips.

You observe the family as they take their seats and begin scooping servings of food onto their plates. The initial nervousness fades as you find yourself relaxing into your seat. You're passed a large plate of potatoes, Helaena motioning for you to help yourself.

Viserys is seated to Alicent’s left, his demeanor kind and relaxed. He looks up with a gentle smile. “So you’re the friend Helaena has spoken so highly of. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” you say, returning his smile with genuine warmth. He continues by inquiring about your past, how you came to be in London, what you thought of the weather compared to back home. It made the butterflies return to your stomach as you answered each of his questions but by the time the second course was being served, you felt comfortable in your seat surrounded by the new faces. You can even see Aemond and Daeron’s faces soften towards you, even popping in a question or two.

“She’s quite the asset,” Alicent remarks with a knowing glance toward Helaena. “I’m sure she’s been a wonderful companion to you.”

Helaena rolls her eyes playfully. “You’re making it sound like I’m her personal tour guide.”

“You’ve certainly taken on that role,” Viserys adds with a chuckle. “And what about your plans for the future? Helaena tells me you’re quite ambitious.”

You nod, feeling a slight flush of pride. “I hope to continue working in the field and eventually contribute to research and education. The experiences I’ve had so far have been incredible.”

The warm hum of conversation continues to fill the room as the Targaryen family settles into their seats. The clinking of silverware and the soft murmur of voices create a comfortable backdrop to the meal.

Helaena leans closer, her voice a soft murmur. “So, what do you think of the estate so far?”

“It’s even more beautiful than I imagined,” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. “Everything here has such character.”

Alicent, seated across from you, chuckles softly. “I’m so glad you think so. I’ve always felt that our home has a bit of magic to it. It’s like stepping into a different time, don’t you think?”

You nod, taking a sip of wine that has been poured for you. “Absolutely. There’s something so charming about the way everything is preserved.”

The conversation continues to settle into a comfortable rhythm, but the door creaks open and a figure steps in. The room momentarily goes quiet, all eyes drifting to him. He stands silently in the doorway as he meets the gazes of his family. Alicent rises from her seat at the head of the table, her expression a mixture of relief and exasperation.

“Aegon,” she says, her voice tense with unspoken reproach. She reaches for his arm but hesitates as her fingers brush his damp sleeve. With a resigned sigh, he shrugs off his coat, letting it fall in a sodden heap on the floor before it's picked up by a man you swear you’ve seen two of this evening. The muffled thud of the fabric is a silent testament of Aegon’s defiance in the face of her disapproval. He meets Alicent's gaze, and from your spot on the other side of the room, you can see the disappointment lurking beneath the surface of her composed facade. They have much to speak about, but not here, not now.

“Aegon,” Viserys says, his tone a mix of amusement and warmth. It tears him away from the intense stare of his mother. “You’ve finally graced us with your presence. We were just beginning to think you’d forsaken us for the allure of London nightlife.”

Aegon’s gaze sweeps across the room, settling briefly on you. He offers a friendly, albeit slightly reserved, smile. “Sorry for the delay. Work ran late, and I got caught up in a few things.”

He is much different to his brothers. Though he shares the same platinum hair, his appearance is much more disheveled. His hair is tousled atop his head, covered partially by a dark beanie. The beard that is beginning to adorn his cheeks is darker than the hair on his head and there’s a light scent of cigarettes that wafts off of him as he walks. He’s dressed in a loose gray henley under a plaid shirt and dark trousers.

He takes his seat at the table, his movements casual yet deliberate. As he starts to serve himself, the conversation resumes, though now there’s a subtle undercurrent of anticipation. Everyone’s smiles are warm but not as relaxed as they were before. A different energy seems to run through the Targaryens.

Helaena leans closer to you, her voice barely above a whisper. “Aegon’s always running around with work and other commitments. He’s a bit of a mystery sometimes.”

You nod, spooning mashed potatoes into your mouth, glancing at Aegon as he engages in conversation with his family. There’s an air to him that you can’t quite put a finger on. A look in his eyes you recognized from Helaena, a distance in his eyes, a soft ache that pools in his violet eyes.

Alicent tries to bridge the gap in the silence that is beginning to lull over the table and calls out from her spot on the other side. “Aegon, tell us about your latest project. You’ve been working on it quite extensively.”

Aegon leans back, a forced smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s just another one of those things that keeps me busy. Nothing too thrilling.” His reply is curt and short. It’s obvious he doesn’t feel like talking about work, preferring to stick to any other topic.

The dinner continues with lively conversation, but you notice Aegon casting occasional, subtle glances in your direction. His interest is understated, almost imperceptible, but it lingers. Despite not exchanging a word with him throughout the meal, you find yourself shrinking a bit each time his gaze meets yours.

The conversation gradually wanes, and a moment of silence falls over the room, broken only by Viserys’s abrupt cough. Alicent rises from her seat, signaling to a pair of live-in nurses who enter the room. She whispers something to one of them before turning back to the gathering. Nervousness seems to settle over her as she clasps her hands in front of her, wringing them anxiously.

"Thank you all for joining us this evening," Alicent says, her voice betraying a hint of unease. "We should all get some rest. The big party is just a few weeks away and we have much to plan."

As everyone begins to filter out, moving quietly like shadows in the night, you follow Helaena to your room. Looking back, you catch a glimpse of Aegon walking further down the hallway. His gait is slow and detached, his shoulders slightly slumped, before he turns a corner and fades into the darkness.

"Goodnight," Helaena says with a sleepy smile, lingering at her doorway. "Sleep well. Tomorrow promises to be eventful."

"Goodnight, Helaena," you reply, returning her smile. "Thank you again for having me."

"Of course. Sweet dreams," Helaena says warmly before closing her door behind her.

tags: @mrs-starkgaryen @gloryekaterina

#hotd #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney x reader #tom glynn carney

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sapphossparenoterbook · 14 days ago

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ARE YOU TAKING REQUESTS???????

please please please i need agathario fluff

like an alternate universe setting where they have nicholas and have a pretty chill daily life

PLEASEEEE 😭😭😭

Heatstroke

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal, background Alice Wu-Gulliver x Jennifer Kale

FLUFF!!!!

~Authors note - I basically wrote it as a Detective AU, but they're still witches and it doesn't revolve around them being detectives at all, it's just a background detail that I added as a minor plot point. Nicky plays soccer :) (As someone from Wales, it has been incredibly painful to call it soccer, but it's set in America so it only makes sense) ~

People always asked them, ‘How do you work together?’ or ‘How do you separate home and work lives if you’re together all the time?’, and the answer, for them, was always simple, but we’ll get to that part later.

There were quite obvious perks to Agatha and Rio working together, their minds worked in ways that nobody but each other could understand, and if Nicky was in trouble, there was always someone to cover the other’s shift while they helped him out. Even if it was just a scrape on the knee, the two women could always rely on each other to take care of their son while the other worked for the two of them.

As well as the minor detail that their magic use would help them speed through work, and magic is always stronger when there’s more than one spellcaster.

That’s totally not why they were the best detective duo in the whole of WestView, while still balancing social lives and hobbies without even breaking a sweat.

Rio, when not on the clock, can be consistently seen in a green sleeveless undershirt, sweat running down her skin and sticking her fringe to her forehead as she pushes a heavy lawnmower around their garden on hot summer days.

Agatha can be consistently seen sitting on a lawn chair, Nicky on her lap, an ice cold lemonade in one hand, and eyes following the green witches movements around the garden unabashedly. Rio is a green witch, she doesn’t have to do the physical labour… but she likes the way her wife's eyes follow her every movement as she huffs, and pretends not to flex her muscles just slightly so that the set of blue eyes peering over the rim of designer sunglasses traces them with a certain attention to detail Agatha would claim to be stress over heat stroke.

The two of them knew what the look actually was, but to spare Nicky’s innocence for a little while longer, they played along with the heat stroke excuse.

Over the years, as Nicky got more and more observant of his mothers and their actions, he would often point out when exactly they both had… ‘heatstroke’. Like one morning, when Agatha brushes a dark red at Rio as she whispers something into her ear about the night before.

“Mama’s got heatstroke! Mama’s got heatstroke!” He says, laughing at Agatha and running into her legs, hugging her at his short stature, “Te veo! Te veo, Mama!”

Rio laughs hard at the boy who seems dead set on pestering his mother this morning. He had refused to eat his toast, saying he wanted cereal today instead, and now here he is, attempting to tease his mother.

They both knew the reason why he was being such a pain this morning. He’d seen a lego set in the store that he wanted and Agatha said he’d just have to wait until Christmas to get it, the boy clearly seems to think that if he’d put up enough of a fuss, and then be good afterward, then he’d get the toy early for his “good behaviour”.

A note to any witches or others that share a similar mindset with Agatha Harkness: Do not teach your child your manipulative ways at a young age. They will learn the skill very quickly, and use it to their advantage much like you have and will again.

“Nicky…” Rio says to him, looking down at his cute pout on his face, clearly copying his mother’s manipulative tendencies, “Leave your Mama alone for a sec, she can’t take the teasing.” She says in a joking tone, elbowing Agatha when she lets out a quiet noise of protest.

“And besides, we know what this is about, and while your new tricks might work on auntie Alice, it doesn’t work on us. You won’t be getting that toy set until Christmas. And even then, that's only if Santa thinks you’re good!” Rio says then, desperately hoping that the boy doesn’t turn around and tell Alice all about this lego set the next time he sees her. The protection witch has a good heart, being a protection witch does that to you, but she is too soft on Nicky. To be honest, the whole coven is, even Billy babysits for free and whenever Agatha or Rio ask him too, even bringing his boyfriend every now and then.

Luckily, Rio doesn’t see the telltale signs of the cogs turning as he thinks of a master plan to get the lego set sooner, and Rio lets out a relieved huff.

“Auntie Jen makes Auntie Alice get heat stroke too!” Nicky suddenly says, breaking his silence and changing the topic, not admitting that he had been trying to manipulate his mothers: Another trait of Agatha’s.

“Haha! Does she now, Nicky?” Agatha says, recovering from her blush and bringing his attention away from Rio. “Have you told auntie Alice about her heatstroke? She won’t listen to either of your mama’s when we tell her about how obvious it is.”

It’s Agatha’s turn to teasingly elbow Rio, they’d been trying to tell Alice all year that it was painfully obvious that the two witches were slowly but surely falling for eachother. Agatha had started to notice Alice leaving Jen’s house at late hours of the night about a month ago, so at least they’re getting a move on. The only problem is, they genuinely think that nobody has the slightest clue.

Which seriously offends Lilia, considering she is a divination witch that predicted this years ago.

“Will auntie Alice be at my soccer match?” Nicky asks as he pouts up at his two mothers. “Maybe I could tell her then, and then she can ask auntie Jen to make her a potion and fix it?” He says, and while he is picking up his mothers manipulative traits, the two older women can tell he is genuinely innocent in this plan, thinking that Alice needs some help with her ‘heatstroke’.

“Course she will be, Nicky. Nobody ever misses your soccer matches for anything… except Billy actually. He won’t be there today, he’s got a big exam tomorrow to study for and can’t make it.” Agatha tells him, taking on a softer tone when discussing Billy’s absence, she knows that Nicky adores Billy, and is always upset when he can’t make it to his games or other important events. Billy is one of the only male figures he has in his life, with the coven being a mainly female group, (and mainly gay), he doesn’t really know any other adult male figures aside from teachers and coaches. And even then, he doesn’t know these men well enough for them to be classed as ‘figures’ to him.

Nicky does look upset for a little bit, but he doesn’t cry. He understands completely that Billy and the others have important things to do. He is the son of two of the best detectives in WestView, after all. While the two have always used their magic to interfere with their schedules when Nicky has an important event like a school play or a soccer game, they have also made sure he understands why they have to do that, and that the other coven members can’t always do the same.

“That’s okay… Will we see Billy when he finishes his test?” Nicky asks, and runs to grab his soccer boots, and struggles to tie his laces without Rio’s help.

“Yeah, Nicky, the Kaplan’s invited you to have dinner tomorrow at theirs, remember? And me and Mama are going to stay here so you can sleepover with Billy” Rio says as she slowly ties his shoelaces so that he can watch carefully how she does it, observing each step. It was Agatha and Rio’s anniversary tomorrow, and the Kaplans had volunteered to have Nicky over all night to allow them to have some time alone. They said something about ‘returning the favour’ seeing as the two witches get Billy out of the house all of the time now, for Nicky or just for other coven-related things.

When they arrived at the soccer field, they were slightly late compared to the other parents. The coven - minus Billy - had saved Agatha and Rio two spaces next to the pitch for them to sit… which is exactly when Agatha remembers that this particular field for the away game doesn’t have bleachers, and they were told to bring their own chairs.

“Damn it! Rio, I forgot the chairs, I’ll have to rush back to the house so tell me what happens while I’m–”

She’s silenced by one of Rio’s fingers on her lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Leave it to me, my love. I’ll just move the earth around. Just remind me to put it back to normal before we leave, or people might get suspicious of my brilliant garden.”

“The garden is not brilliant, you destroyed my decking and haven’t–”

“Sshhhh” Rio coos into her ear, spinning her around and then gently pushing her along to the rest of the group, holding her by the hips from behind. “Shush about the decking… c’mon now, why don’t you tell Alice about her case of heatstroke…?”

“Hmmph, silencing me and my struggles, Rio?” She asks as they get closer to the group, but not quiet in earshot yet.

“Mm, just wait until tomorrow night, when Nicky is at the Kaplan’s… Wouldn’t dream of stifling you and your struggles then, dear…” Rio whispers into Agatha’s ear in a huskier tone than usual, and laughs at the chill that runs down her wife’s spine at the thought. Rio pushes Agatha the whole way to the other coven members on the pitch-side, and conjures up a couch made of dirt and grass for Agatha and her to sit on very comfortably without being squashed into each other, but before Agatha can even get comfortable in her own space, Rio is tugging her in to her side and resting her head on Agatha’s shoulder as they watch their son warm up with the rest of his teammates right before the match.

Rio, as a woman that has been around since the creation of time to serve her duties as Death, would never want to live any other way. Considering she’s arguably lived every other way.

Her answer to how she works and lives with Agatha constantly, to her, is incredibly simple: She’d lived a hundred lifetimes without Agatha, and another good chunk chasing after Agatha, so desperately in love. She simply doesn’t want to spend another second without her, knowing that before Agatha, her existence was boring and cold, that she was forced to be a cruel and exacting being, unfeeling and lonesome.

Any other existence than the one she has now, next to Agatha, watching their boy grow, is simply a waste of Death’s eternal time.

Agatha has given her the one thing that Death cannot give herself, and that is life, in the form of Death’s son. Even his sweet, innocent and mischievous existence is something that philosopher’s throughout time have considered impossible. And so for that, Rio never wants to part from Agatha, from the house their son will grow up in… even if that means she gives her lover special treatment.

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alishaaxo · 3 months ago

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List of All Elia Martell-centric fics I enjoy:

Elia Martell And The Crown She Didn’t Want: AU where she marries Baelor Hightower yet Rhaegar is longing for her, which is unreciprocated.

Two Father’s, One Son: Everyone Lives AU where Jon Snow dies unexpectedly and Elia comes back to KL, married to Baelor Hightower.

The Isle Of Faces Does Not Welcome: Elia and Rhaegar have a third child, and Elia confronts Lyanna. No bashing of her, from Lyanna’s POV.

Clean AU: Elia and children are missing, assumed dead for 15 years, until a mystery knight returns to KL, claiming the blue roses his mother deserves.

The Queen And Her Bastard: Everyone Lives AU. Legitimised bastard Jon with sympathetic Lyanna slowly turned more cunning against Elia. Jon-Aegon have positive relationship, in spite of their mother’s ambitions.

The Brightest Sun: Elia and kids transported to Harry Potter Epilogue era. Train and arrive to Westeros during GOT. 200K words.

Poetry is what he thought, but did not say: Erik Kilmonger as Rhaegar. Ruthless Elia with ruthless Rhaegar who has a controversial temperament and bad reputation. Interesting dynamic with Barristan, Arthur and Aerys.

Dragons spin and spin: Spiders weave and weave: Mainly Elia Martell AU oneshot collection, with other characters included.

A tigress, not a woman: Elia Martell scorned by Rhaegar, wants for a annulment. Elia beloved by the Smallfolk.

Poison is a Woman’s Weapon: Queen Regent Elia watches on as Aegon gets crowned, reminiscing on the past.

An unexpected news item: Elia Martell gets shocking news. Very exaggerated bashing of Lyanna.

With Careful Hands and A Strong Chin: Doran died as a babe, Elia is the heir to Dorne. Arthur-Elia.

With Duty In Mind: Elia and Rhaella clean up Rhaegar’s messes.

Gone Girl: Elia dies only to wake up before her wedding. She runs away, with Rhaegar following suit in her trail in regret.

In The Chaos Of A World: Rhaegar dies while Lyanna and Elia live to see Robert ascend. Robert-Elia not in a romantic light, but political.

Caged Beasts And Cloudy Skies: Braime-centric, yet Elia-focused as they wish to crown her after the scorn from R+L, and bring her to rest at her homeland.

Lex Talionis: SIOC of Elia, takes the war into her own hands. Jaime-Elia centric.

Lady of Stormsend: Annulled Elia-Rhaegar, yet Elia married Robert and jealousy and resentment arises.

From Where Blessings Flow: Robert and Elia marry, yet the Realm is not settled as Aegon and Rhaenys grow. With Rhaenys-Viserys.

Living With Regret Of The Chance Not Taken: Rhaegar and Lyanna are married, while Elia, Aegon and Rhaenys are missing… until they are not. And life turns on it’s head. No bashing, just critical of R+L.

Planetos React: Modern AU react to historical figures Elia, Aegon, Rhaenys and Jaime found within tombs, and go wild on tumblr.

But A Woman Is A Changling (always shifting shape: My fic!! Selfless promo! Elia has a green-dress moment ala Alicent where she shows pride in her heritage and snarks towards Rhaegar and Lyanna.

This is all the Elia-centric fics I know of and enjoy! If you have any, please comment them and I’ll add them to this masterlist!!

#elia martell #asoiaf #elia martell deserved better #aegon vi targaryen #rhaenys daughter of elia #rhaegar targaryen bashing #anti r+l #fanfic #ao3 #asoiaf fanfic #fanfic recommendation

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lilacmingi · 1 year ago

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MASTERLIST 🦇

ALL WORKS ARE 14+ ONLY! PLEASE DO NOT READ OR INTERACT IF YOU’RE UNDER 14. NO SPAM-LIKING PLS

☆ HONGJOONG

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Secret Santa | Fashion designer!Hongjoong x fashion designer!fem reader

Runaway | Pirate!Hongjoong x pirate!fem reader

Polyjuice Potion | Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

A Quest for Love | Half-orc!Hongjoong x Elf!fem reader D&D/fantasy AU

Hades | Hades!Hongjoong x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SEONGHWA

Scrooge | Grumpy Seonghwa x Christmas enthusiast!fem reader

Nights Like These | Seonghwa x fem reader drabble

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

Captive | Pirate!Seonghwa x fem reader

Stargazing | Hufflepuff!Seonghwa x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Maleficent | Maleficent!Seonghwa x Princess!fem reader Disney Villains AU

Towards The Light | Sith!Seonghwa x Jedi!fem reader Star Wars AU

☆ YUNHO

Snowman | Snowman!Yunho x fem reader

Pillaged | Pirate!Yunho x barkeep!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Home for the Holidays | Hufflepuff!Yunho x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Captain Hook | Captain Hook!Yunho x fem!reader Disney Villains AU

Second Chances | Best friend!Yunho x fem reader [NEW]

☆ YEOSANG

A Christmas Wish | Cheer elf!Yeosang x fem reader

Streets of Night City | Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader Outlaw AU

My Treasure | Pirate!Yeosang x Princess!fem reader

Trading Cards & Chocolate Frogs | Ravenclaw!Yeosang x Ravenclaw!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Evil Queen | Evil Queen!Yeosang x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ SAN

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

Mall Elf | Mall employee!San x mall elf!fem reader

My Gem | Pirate!San x pirate!fem reader

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Quidditch Championship | Slytherin!San x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Cruella de Vil | Cruella!San x boutique owner!fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ MINGI

The Goat | Hongjoong x fem reader, Mingi x fem reader Outlaw AU

Elf in Training | Elf!Mingi x elf!fem reader

Beached | Pirate!Mingi x Siren!fem reader

Niffler Nabbing | Slytherin!Mingi x Hufflepuff!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Dr. Facilier | Dr. Facilier!Mingi x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ WOOYOUNG

Playtime | Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader FNAF AU

The Boxing Ring | San x fem reader, Wooyoung x fem reader Outlaw AU

Rosy | Elf!Wooyoung x Elf!fem reader

The Hourglass | Pirate!Guerilla!Wooyoung x fem reader

Forbidden Forest | Slytherin!Wooyoung x Gryffindor!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Hyena | Hyena hybrid!Wooyoung x fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ JONGHO

Grinch AU | Grinch!Jongho x Martha May Whovier!fem reader

Outlaw Customs | Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader Outlaw AU

Stowaway | Pirate!Jongho x stowaway!fem reader

Opposites Attract | Gryffindor!Jongho x Slytherin!fem reader Hogwarts AU

Gaston | Gaston!Jongho x librarian!fem reader Disney Villains AU

☆ OT8

Living with 8 Vampires | Vampire!ATEEZ x fem reader

⤷ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 [this series is my baby and I want it to be perfect so I take my time writing each part. Part 2 literally took me over a year to finish oof. Hopefully the next parts don’t take that long but regardless, pls be patient with me]

When You’re On Your Period | ATEEZ x fem reader

☆ JUNGKOOK

Through Thick and Thin | Vampire!Jungkook x human!fem reader

☆ JIMIN

Change of Heart | Vampire!Jimin x human!fem reader

☆ YOONGI

Flowers In Your Hair | Yoongi x fem reader drabble

Not So Bad | Vampire!Yoongi x human!fem reader

☆ TAEHYUNG

Lost Control | Vampire!Taehyung x human!fem reader

☆ NAMJOON

Blood Bags | Vampire!Namjoon x human!fem reader

☆ HOSEOK

Different | Vampire!Hoseok x Vampire Hunter!fem reader

☆ JIN

The Invite | Vampire!Jin x human!fem reader

☆ OT7

Alice in Wonderland AU | BTS x fem reader

☆ CHAN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

Cherry Chapstick | Chan x fem reader drabble

Full Moon | Werewolf!Chan x Vampire!fem reader

☆ CHANGBIN

Pool Hall | Changbin x fem reader

Irresistible | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Fuzzy Socks | Changbin x fem reader drabble

Late Night Ramen | Changbin x fem reader drabble

☆ HYUNJIN

Houseguest | Vampire!Chan & Vampire!Hyunjin x fem reader

My Muse | Hyunjin x fem reader drabble

Bound To You | Shinigami!Hyunjin x human!fem reader Death Note AU

☆ JISUNG

Stupid Cupid | Cupid!Jisung x fem reader

☆ GUNIL

Drum Lessons | Gunil x fem reader

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phmonth · 1 month ago

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Pandora Hearts Month 2024 Prompts!

Wonderful art made by for Phmonth23 by @yanderefairyangel!

What is Pandora Hearts Month? Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates, well...Pandora Hearts, the manga created by Jun Mochizuki! Each day is a new prompt. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios, and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3s fans chose and love--or simply any characters not covered by the other weeks! You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms...whatever you can think of, really! This year we have a fifth week celebrating her current work: Vanitas no Carte! (If and when you make creations for VnC tag your spoilers!!)

Pandora Hearts Month 2024 Prompts:

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 20th-26th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 20th: Yellow or Bones

Day 2, Monday Oct 21st: Rose

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 22nd: AU

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 23rd: Abandoned

Day 5, Thursday Oct 24th: Moon

Day 6, Friday Oct 25th: Winter

Day 7, Saturday Oct 26th: Ravens and Writing Desks

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 27th—November 2nd:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 27th: The Shadows Are Watching

Day 2, Monday Oct 28th: Sweet

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 29th: Sorrow

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 30th: Blood

Day 5, Thursday Oct 31st: Reaper

Day 6, Friday Nov 1st: Spring

Day 7, Saturday Nov 2nd: Stars

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Nov 3rd—Nov 9th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 3rd: Steampunk

Day 2, Monday Nov 4th: A Reward You Will Regret

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 5th: Hair

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 6th: Rest

Day 5, Thursday Nov 7th: Reverence

Day 6, Friday Nov 8th: Black

Day 7, Saturday Nov 9th: Weaving Fate

Fan’s choice Week, Nov 10th—November 16th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 10th: Purple

Day 2, Monday Nov 11th: Autumn

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 12th: Vampire

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 13th: What's the Catch?

Day 5, Thursday Nov 14th: In the City of Dust

Day 6, Friday Nov 15th: Mystery

Day 7, Saturday Nov 16th: Sweet Nightmares

Vanitas no Carte Week, Nov 17th—Nov 23rd (Please tag your spoilers!!):

Day 1, Sunday Nov 17th: Holiday or Nails or AU

Day 2, Monday Nov 18th: Comet

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 19th: The Cosmos in Your Hands

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 20th: Loyalty

Day 5, Thursday Nov 21st: The Language of Flowers

Day 6, Friday Nov 22nd: Ghost

Day 7, Saturday Nov 23rd: Moonflower

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fatalforesight · 4 months ago

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i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me

rhaenyra x alicent, modern day au: the next day. a confrontation, a concert, and a confession. part I here | masterlist here

content: 18+, minors dni. . . stripping in public, reference to smut, alcohol consumption

word count: 4610

Alicent sits in the stillness of the apartment, all alone and pondering. An orange glow hangs heavy over the living room as the sun falls down into slumber. Alicent is dressed, has been dressed. For hours. She’s been sitting here for hours, she realizes, waiting for Rhae’s knock at the door.

The shorts she laid out for her friend are resting on the couch beside her, but they’re not the ones she had worked on into the early hours of the morning. Those shorts are the pair that Alicent herself wears. She had to unstitch almost everything that Rhaenyra had accomplished, on account of her new design. But the R at the beginning had stayed, if only because Alicent felt sentimental seeing it.

Her shorts are not visible, though. Rhae had sent her a text, at around one in the morning, telling Alicent that if they weren’t going to wear underwear under the shorts there was a chance they wouldn’t be allowed into the venue.

What are we meant to do then? Just wear underwear?

wear a skirt on top

You’re sure?

yes

Can we talk?

Rhae hasn’t texted back after that. Alicent cringes, feeling pathetic as she remembers the way she had stared at the backlit phone, willing a response she knew was not coming. In agony, she had thrown herself into finishing the letters on the second pair of shorts, stitching the last Y so tight she had to undo it once she calmed down.

At some point, exhausted, she finally slept and woke up long after the sun had risen. And now she sits, waiting. Unsure at this point if Rhaenyra is really coming or if this was all still some game about punishing Alicent. A punishment for what behavior, she isn’t sure.

In her mind’s eye, sinful images eclipse over one another. Some fantasy, some not. Lips, teeth, the flashes of a camera light. Hands on thighs, going higher. . . higher. . . please. . .

Alicent nervously smooths out the skirt she wears. She wonders what Rhae is planning to wear over her pair. Another skirt? And what exactly are they meant to do with them once they get there? Strip in the bathroom, Alicent supposes. Stuff them in a bag or just leave them there.

This isn’t a behavior she associates with herself. Then again, she isn’t sure any of the past twenty four hours has held any of the decency and honor she normally knows herself for. Alicent feels debauched and a little crazed, unsure and enticed by feelings she knows now she has been shoving down and away from herself.

It’s been years since her father last preached to her from the corner of their living room, detailing all the right and wrong things she could do in life. Her neck is still heavy with the cross he gave her, and sometimes it feels still like he sits right there, against her heart, with the same lectures of brimstone that she remembers him for.

The thought is almost enough to make her tug the beads from her skin, send them flying and reeling like she does inside her own body. Tugged in a million directions. Hating herself from the outside in. Instead, she just picks at her fingers. Rhae usually stops her, makes her wrap bandages on every finger tip so she’ll stop. Sometimes it works. Other times, she just picks at the bandaid instead.

Three knocks at the door. A beat. And then a fourth, rapped lower, near the knob.

Alicent races towards the doors, moving out of stasis and into action, into Rhaenyra. When she opens the door, Rhaenyra is standing tall, with that ever-present smirk she seems to wear. Her fair hair is slicked back, freshly trimmed on the sides while the rest falls behind her neck. She wears a mesh top underneath a screenprint tee of lips in the style of comic printing. A simple red skirt hangs from her hips, and on her feet are tall, buckled boots. The heel puts her several inches over Alicent’s head.

Alicent swallows. “Your shorts are on the couch,” she mumbles. She feels a small bead of blood fall down her finger and onto the floor. “I hope you like them.”

Rhae nods, but doesn’t say anything. She pushes past Alicent into the room and to the couch, picking up and inspecting the shorts. “They look identical to yours,” she notes. Alicent almost tells her, but she can’t make her mouth work. She supposes that’s why she went this route in the first place, after all.

“You’re not, uh,” Alicent stumbles through her words, “wearing the bra, too?”

Rhae shrugs. “You wore it better than me. I figured I’d let you have the moment.”

Alicent frowns, pulling her jacket tighter over herself. “Alright. Well. Throw them on and we can walk then. You can go change in my room.”

“Change?” Rhaenyra asks. Before Alicent can respond, she watches as her friend bends and swipes her feet through the holes and begins sliding the shorts up her legs.

“You’re not– you walked here, uh, w-without underwear on?” Alicent asks, her voice quivering. She wants to die as she feels that tell-tale clench between her legs from yesterday. From many days with Rhae, she is beginning to realize.

“Yeah, I mean, why dirty a pair, right?” Rhae watches her as she brings the shorts up her legs, and she keeps her eyes locked on Alicent as they reach the end of her skirt. Slowly, with great intention, Rhae allows her skirt to bunch at her hands, revealing more and more thigh before it is immediately covered by the shorts again.

Alicent feels herself tremble with anticipation. Rhae’s spine straightens so slowly as finally, finally, the shorts reach the apex of her legs. Time becomes nothing as Alicent’s gaze fixes on the peek of white-blonde hair, the swell of Rhae’s hips, the outline of her mound. And then, in one pull, it’s all gone, hidden beneath the white fabric and the bold proclamation of Rockstars Only. No Alicents allowed.

For a moment, all she can think about is the way those shorts have touched Alicent’s bare skin, and now too they touch Rhaenyra’s. It’s got to be insanity, the way she fixates on that thought, rolls it over and over again in her mind. “Well,” Alicent begins, struggling to compose herself as Rhae eyes her knowingly. “Great. Let’s go.” She tries not to think about the puddle in her own shorts, or the way Rhae must have done that on purpose. Why she did it, Alicent isn’t sure. But she’s beginning to know a tease show when she sees one.

Rhae walks Alicent out of the apartment silently. She waits patiently while Alicent locks the door behind herself. And she’s silent as they walk downstairs, out of the lobby, and begin heading towards the venue. Some bar a few blocks over.

Traffic is slower today than it was when Rhae was with Alicent yesterday. Cars still line the streets, but everything seems drenched in molasses as the sun begins to go down and streetlights turn on. Alicent stays just slightly behind Rhae, watching her more than the street. The way her hair captures light, the way her posture never falters. Not in the way princesses are meant to have great posture, Alicent thinks. In the ways generals do.

But she has gotten too distracted. Without meaning to, or really noticing it’s about to happen, Alicent’s shoulder slams into someone going the opposite direction. The impact hurts, and almost sends her reeling into the street. But strong hands are already clutching her biceps before she can go anywhere. Looking up, Alicent realizes it’s Rhaenyra’s hands.

The man she had slammed into stops, clearly pissed. Alicent feels awful. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaims, reaching out towards him. “Are you alright?”

“Watch where the fuck you’re going–” he starts, but Rhae cuts him off.

“She apologized,” Rhae snaps. “And you’re clearly unhurt, while she almost fell into the street. An apology from you is clearly in order.”

Alicent blushes. “Oh, no, Rhae it’s fine–”

“I’m not going to apologize to some ditz who should have been looking in front of her,” the man argues, agitated.

A noise comes out of Rhae that Alicent has never heard from her friend. Then both of her hands are off of Alicent and on the collar of the man’s shirt. Rhae is slightly taller than him in her boots. “Now is not the time to be a prick,” she tells him, her voice strained. Angry. “Apologize to her.”

For a moment, Alicent is sure the man is going to fight back. But then, with a good glimpse of his face, she realizes he really is intimidated by Rhae. Her friend pushes him back, then steps away so he can look at Alicent.

“Fine, fuck. I’m sorry,” he says, and then rushes down the street, away from Alicent and Rhae.

Alicent’s breathing is heavy. Her arms still tingle where Rhae last touched her, and she’s staring down the street as the man retreats into the city. A warm feeling stirs in her chest. It isn’t unlike things she’s felt around Rhae their whole lives, but now it is more powerful than ever before. It makes her want to fall to her knees, to bring Rhaenyra down with her; it makes her wish Rhaenyra would follow her down.

“Are you alright? That guy was an arse.”

Rhae is speaking to her, but Alicent can’t seem to respond. She can only turn her wide eyes to look at her friend. Her mouth is dropped just slightly open, and all she can think about is how good Rhaenyra looks in the dimming light, how much she wants Rhaenyra to touch her again. Grab her again. Defend her again.

“Ali?” Rhae asks. “We’re going to be late.”

Alicent nods, still unable to speak. Rhae makes a face that Ali can’t place an emotion to. But then Rhaenyra is grabbing her hand and gently tugging her back down the way they were heading. All she can do is follow, tucked close to Rhae as the street gets busier the closer they get to the venue.

She doesn’t even want to go anymore. Not out of the anxiety she felt all day today, worried about what would come when Rhaenyra finally picked her up. But because suddenly, all of the world has faded in color compared to the brightness of Rhae’s hues. No performance could be as impressive as the slope of Rhae’s jaw. No band could play a tune better for Alicent’s ears than Rhae’s voice. No crowd could make Alicent feel seen the way she does when Rhaenyra looks at her. No crowd could make Alicent feel as hidden and small as the way she does when Rhaenyra holds her. Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra. The name echoes through Alicent’s head and replaces every prayer her father could have ever taught her.

“Rhae,” she says, her first words since the accident a block back. “Rhae, I have to tell you something–”

“We’re almost there, can’t it wait?” Rhaenyra has that same frustrated tone she had yesterday. No, no. That’s not what Alicent wants at all.

“It can, but it shouldn’t. I just really need to–”

Rhaenyra tugs Alicent harder than she has been. “If it can wait, then tell me later. We’re almost late.”

Alicent shuts up, but she feels powerless. She’s waited too long. She’s missed her chance.

The bar has a line outside the door. At first, Alicent thinks that’s how they’re going to get inside, but quickly realizes that it is the line for people without tickets. This band is more popular than she realized. Rhae leads them to a bouncer, displays their tickets, and then drags Alicent in behind her. She doesn’t say anything. Whatever moment seemed to have happened between them outside has faded entirely.

Alicent gets an X stamped on her hand when she shows her ID. Rhae has been getting drinks for the both of them for the past few months since she’s a little less than a year older than Alicent. “What do you want?” she asks, her first words once they’re inside the main room of the bar. “Tequila sunrise? You liked that last time.”

Liking it. . . maybe not the most accurate word choice. Alicent got totally fucked from two of those things. “Surprise me with something new,” she says. “Maybe something. . . kind of hard.” Alicent knows now what she needs to do. But she has a feeling extra courage would be beneficial to her cause.

Rhaenyra smirks. “Loosening up for the band, hm?” she questions, but she sounds bitter despite her expression. Angry, always angry.

Alicent lets it roll off her back. It won’t matter for long. Rhaenyra will realize band members are the least of her concerns soon. “I guess you could call it that,” she responds, then heads towards the front of the room to secure a good spot.

She pushes through a few throngs of people, ignoring mean comments and disgruntled sounds as she does. If there is one backbone Alicent has, it finds itself here. Concert culture - when to be a bitch and when not to be - is her forte. People standing in circles and speaking among themselves before the music starts. . . toeing the line, but no one is going to get mad enough to get her kicked out.

Finding herself at the lip of the small stage, she gazes at the setup. They haven’t done much to cater to the band’s look - there are no decorations. The instruments all have decals, but Alicent notes they all seem disjointed, like no one can decide what the look for the band should be. It makes her smirk, somewhat cynically. Boys and their egos. They’ve never much appealed to her.

She feels a presence behind her shoulder, and turns to see Rhae holding two drinks in red solo cups. A straw pokes out of one, and Alicent knows that’s hers. She takes it, and frowns at the turquoise color of the liquid. “What is this?” she asks.

“A blue motherfucker,” Rhae answers, straight-faced.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“What’s in it then?” Alicent smells it, but she can’t really get a whiff of any particular liquor. Just a vague, fruity smell.

“Everything,” Rhae answers, and seemingly refuses to elaborate further. Alicent takes a sip through the straw, and is greeted with. . . a confusing, slightly alcoholic, but mostly tangy mixture. It doesn’t taste like any fruit or flavor in particular, and it burns the back of her tongue.

“Jesus Christ,” she mumbles, but begins sipping in earnest nonetheless.

Rhaenyra eyes her as she takes a slow sip of her own. “Trying to get wasted? That thing cost me like fifteen bucks, at least try to savor it.”

Alicent almost spits it back out. “How much alcohol is in this, Rhae?”

She just shrugs. “You asked for something hard.”

Alicent opens her mouth to respond, but suddenly the lights dim and there's a tapping on the microphone behind her. She realizes that people have now crowded into the bar, and she and Rhae are trapped at the front. She begins to panic – her jacket and skirt are still on, and there’s no way Alicent can get to the bathroom now without losing her spot.

Yesterday, she may have been very happy about this revelation. No showcasing to anyone, just sitting back and enjoying a crappy band playing crappy songs that they can make fun of as Rhae walks Alicent home. But Rhaenyra seeing Alicent in the shorts she had spent all night embroidering had become somewhat of an unmitigable goal in her mind.

“Rhae, I need to go change,” Alicent speaks into Rhae’s ear. She knows she imagines it, but for a moment it almost seems that a shiver runs down Rhae’s body.

“Just take it off here,” Rhae answers shortly. “No one is going to care. The lead singer is already eyeing you, anyways. I’m sure he’ll like the show.”

Alicent turns to face the stage, and sees that the band has come out. The lead singer is introducing everyone before they play the first song, and his tone is boring and unimpressive. But sure enough, his eyes keep flickering back to where Alicent and Rhaenyra stand, a glimmer of something reflecting in his eyes.

He’s tall, with dark hair and deep eyes. He wears denim skinny jeans, and Alicent feels immensely turned off.

Alicent huffs in frustration as the first song starts up. She takes out the straw of her drink and proceeds to chug the rest of it – an action she regrets instantly, and yet goes through with nonetheless. When she comes up for air, Rhaenyra is gazing at her with surprise.

“You’ve never done that before,” she says, and Alicent realizes she’s already having to yell to be heard over the sound of the music and the crowd. The air is getting hot and stuffy, and a red haze has fallen over the room. As the song progresses, Alicent is only looking at Rhaenyra. And Rhaenyra is only looking at her.

They’re being pushed from all sides by people who wish they had their prime standing room, but couldn’t care less about who they actually are. Rhae reaches forward across the abyss – mere inches – towards Alicent, and takes her cup. “Go on, Alicent,” she goads. “Undress.”

Alicent looks back up at the lead singer. He’s watching her, too, his eyes clearly intrigued. She can’t tell if he can make out what Rhae’s said, or if he can feel it the way Alicent feels it. A precipice. A want.

Looking back to Rhaenyra, she brings her fingers to the zipper of her jacket. Slowly, just as slowly as Rhaenyra had performed before they left, Alicent drags the metal down her front. Her mouth hangs open, but this time she does not feel a stupor over her. She feels in control, all-powerful. She’s holding all the cards, and Rhae doesn’t even know.

As her cleavage comes into view, Rhae’s eyes drop from Alicent’s face down to her chest; the intensity in them brings back that ever-more familiar twinge between Alicent’s legs. She embraces it now, allowing the smallest moan to escape her lips. So quiet, she isn’t sure Rhae could even hear it. But it doesn’t seem to matter. Rhae’s attention is locked onto the zipper now, following it as Alicent’s fingers bring it to the finish, the two parts unlocking with a small snap.

The alcohol begins to hit Alicent, and she feels a calmness and steadiness she only ever feels when she gets tipsy. One day, she ought to try anxiety medication if liquor alone can alleviate the paralysis she so often feels in her life. She begins to shrug the jacket off, her front exposed except for the bra. With newfound confidence, she begins to sway her hips to the music as she rolls her shoulders back, letting the jacket fall away with that same slowness as before.

“Is he watching, Rhae?” she hears herself say, like she’s a totally different person.

Rhae breaks eye contact with Alicent’s breasts to glance at the stage. “You’ve enraptured him, certainly.” Then her cool eyes are back on Alicent’s, maintaining eye contact even as she downs the rest of her own drink. She moves forward, finally closing the gap between them and putting her hands on Alicent’s hips. Rhae matches the rhythm Alicent has set to the music, swaying with her in an evocative way that Alicent has only seen Rhae do with other girls, but never her.

“I wasn’t finished,” Alicent teases, voice low.

“Oh, you’ll finish,” Rhae responds, then twists Alicent so that she faces the band and has Rhae at her back.

“What?” Alicent asks, suddenly dizzy at the contact but caught off guard by this new orientation.

Rhae’s mouth is right atop Ali’s ear, whispering hotly, “Take your skirt off for the nice band boys, Alicent.”

Alicent’s eyes roll back into her head at the purring nature of Rhae’s voice. She can’t even bring herself to care that her friend still sounds so tense, so dissatisfied with her. Think whatever you want about me, Rhae, just keep talking to me like that.

She feels Rhae’s hand at the zipper of her skirt, and the tugging motion that tells her Rhae does not care for a slow pace this time. “Rhaenyra. . .” she mumbles. God, she’s soaked now.

All that she hears back are soft shushes, accompanied by the gentle pressing of lips against her earlobe. Delicate fingers are on her hips again, pushing the skirt down. It falls at her feet, and Alicent feels cool around the tops of her thighs. She opens her eyes to see the singer, still staring, now has a hard-on. But he’s smirking, maybe with some slight disappointment in his eyes. Alicent knows why, and as the alcohol flushes her face, she winks back at him now that she knows he’s in on her plan.

“He seems so happy with your craft, Ali,” Rhae tells her.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Alicent teases. “I think it could use one more inspection from you, actually.” Kicking the skirt out from under her, she turns back around so her front is facing Rhaenyra. “You sure it’s band-ready?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes take it all in, tracing Alicent’s collarbones, the rise of her breast, the pallor of her stomach, and finally. . . the shorts. Which feature a new phase, stitched without her knowledge.

Rhaenyra Only.

Rhae inhales, her eyes stuck on the cursive letters, reading them over and over.

“Oh, Alicent. My sweet, sheltered Alicent. What am I going to do with you?”

Alicent, still emboldened, steps in Rhae’s space, bringing her arms up to wrap around her neck. Rhae’s hands come to rest at the end of Alicent’s back, teasing her. “You’re going to take me back home,” she answers, standing up on her toes so she can bring her lips to rest on Rhae’s. They don’t kiss, just sit there, touching, as Alicent goes on. “You’ll go back to my room, and you’ll put me in my bed, and you’ll do the things you actually want to do to me. Instead of hiding behind a camera.”

Rhae smiles, and Alicent can feel it against her own lips. It makes her shake, makes her crave things she has never craved. She wants Rhaenyra to take her apart and put her back together again, and make her something she’s never been before.

“Do you know what you’re asking of me, Alicent?” Rhae whispers, her hands coming down to rest on Alicent’s ass.

Alicent says nothing else. She just bites down on Rhae’s bottom lip out of instinct, and she almost crumbles at the groan that leaves her friend’s mouth. Releasing it just as quickly, Alicent kisses just there, where she bit, and starts peppering the same kind of gentle, swift kisses elsewhere. Rhae’s jaw – she’s always, always, wanted to kiss her jaw – her neck, her collarbones.

Rhae’s hands squeeze her ass, and it makes Alicent grind forward into nothing. The muscles beneath her skin are burning, threatening to kill her from the inside until she’s nothing but ash. Then it’s all gone, as Rhae steps away.

“Get your clothes. We’re going home.”

Alicent smiles, feeling glad they’re finally on the same page. She bends over to grab her jacket and skirt, and hears another moan leave Rhaenyra’s mouth at the sight. Glancing upwards, she sees the singer is still looking only at them, now most certainly looking pissed. Alicent waves, knowing she’s only adding fuel to the fire but honestly not giving a fuck. The world has gone bright and colorful, and she feels lighter than air.

Rhae grabs her wrist, and begins dragging Alicent out of the bar. They get weird glances as they pass, probably for Ali’s state of dress and whatever expression Rhae is making as she books it past them in her huge boots. Once they’re out of the doors, Rhae stops and turns, fixing her gaze on Alicent. For a moment, there is only the sound of the city, and their breathing.

“I feel a need to ask if you’re only doing this because you’re drunk, but clearly you stitched those before alcohol got involved.” Alicent realizes, though still intoxicated, that Rhaenyra seems suspicious. Skeptical.

“I stitched them all night, actually,” Alicent answers.

Rhae blushes and averts her gaze. “Is that so?” she asks, but Alicent feels that the question is rhetorical and allows her friend silence as she considers this. “What is it you want from me, Alicent?”

Alicent hesitates. They’re out on the street, for anyone to spectate. And they are a spectacle in their outfits - Alicent knows she must look half-dressed. Like a hooker on a corner. Maybe she doesn’t mind, if Rhaenyra likes the hooker-on-a-corner look.

“I want to kiss you,” Ali whispers, her voice trembling. “And I want to see you everyday, and every night. I want you to touch me the way you touched me yesterday, and sometimes I want you to be mean like that, too. But mostly I think I want you to want to touch me, and I want to touch you, too. . . And I want you to be sweet to me, the way you always have been, while we do so. Am I making any sense?” Her world is swirling somewhat, and she could no longer tell if it was from the alcohol or her vulnerability.

It takes her a moment to recognize the expression on Rhae’s face, but Alicent begins to realize that she is about to cry. A rare sight for Rhaenyra – she holds her emotions close to her chest, always. “Please don’t cry!” Alicent exclaimed. “I can take it all back. You’re my friend first, always. I know I never wanted you as a friend now, but I can make myself want that, if that’s what–”

She doesn’t finish, unable to speak for the lightning that strikes her body when Rhaenyra grabs her face and puts her lips on Alicent’s. This is what she has been missing her entire life, she realizes. The slow, torturous but oh-so-satisfying feeling of Rhae’s lips moving against hers, the way it sets a fire in her and then immediately soothes the burn; it is better than religion could promise paradise to be.

Alicent’s own hands come up to tangle into Rhae’s fine hair, pushing it behind her ears and then pulling her head as close as it will come. The feeling of her nose against Rhaenyra’s cheek, the hot air crawling across her own as Rhae exhales, makes her feel safer than she does in her own bed. “Alicent, you are everything to me that you ever could be,” Rhaenyra whispers. Then she’s pulling them apart, taking Alicent back the way they came.

“I’m taking you home,” Rhae shouts over the sound of traffic and passersby. “Is your mother home by now, do you think?”

Alicent considers. Her mother has been working later hours the past few years, once Alicent could stay home alone safely. It makes her miss the movie nights and cooked dinners from her childhood, but she knows her mother is just trying to provide for them. And right now, she feels it might be a blessing.

“Probably not. She’ll probably be in the office for at least a couple more hours.”

Rhaenyra looks back to Alicent as they keep walking, a warm smirk firm upon her face. “Good. I’d hate for your darling mother to hear what I’m about to do to you.”

part three (finale) coming sometime

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paraphwrites · 1 day ago

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@carpediemma made a poll post about which characters would be who in an alice in wonderland au and none of the one's winning are the ones i want so i will now be justifying my thesis

alice - niko. above all else, alice must be curious and kind. she is also afraid, a lot, because she's in a wild new world - very similar of how niko is scared and in a new world (both ghost/supernatural, america, and a world without her father)

white rabbit - edwin. polite yet preoccupied, punctual yet anxious, obsessive yet unpredictable, always dressed smart... the similarities go on. and while i think some of their actions might not align entirely, i think there is a case to be made for edwin shewing someone along, insisting it must be done his own way

mad hatter - charles. playful, defiant to social norms, bit of an eccentric dress style! though charles is a bit less over the top, i feel that in the right environment, he could go totally mad. hatter has a lot of fun but there is this hint of despair to him which to me, entirely emulates charles

the dormouse - jenny. tired, confused, and underpaid, next question

the march hare - maxine. unpredictable, bizarre, reckless, excitable. not a huge character so not too much to go from but i see some loose similarities in the erratic nature - it's not that they're evil, it's that they're so invested in existence that they might stab you

please do not think of the implications of shipping the dormouse and the march hair i will not be held responsible for that

tweedledee and tweedledum - litty and kingham. petty?? childish?? looks similar??? guys come ON there is no more iconic duo in dbda! they're not very kind, they're not anti violence, they love attention- am i talking about the tweedles, or litty and kingham? you literally can't tell.

the caterpillar - tragic mick. appears when alice is uncertain and needs help, prompts her to reflect on her own identity. not particularly nice but is very helpful and kind, in his own way. calm, almost cryptic, slow manner of speech.

cheshire cat - the cat king. im not gonna explain this one

ok guys bare with me for the next two. they're kinda controversial. i could see them flipped and i did flip them many times but this is what i decided on

the duchess - esther. the duchess is abusive to her child (monty), but can be overly affectionate, as well. duchess is hella comedic in a dark way, she's got a fucked up relationship with power (duchess is a slave to the Queen, esther is a slave to the Snake), she's absurdly contradictory (like esther and her contradiction of wronging girls using lilith's gift)

the queen of hearts - the night nurse. the queen cannot see a way of life other than executions. i know she SEEMS hella emotional, but legit, i think it's more this desperate desire for feelings and sensations because she is so stuck in a loop of being listened to. the night nurse is similarly stuck in this loop of bureaucracy. neither are happy and neither have any true meaning to their lives. they both also seem to lack a nuance to empathy (nurse thinking ends justify the means so no need to feel guilty about the means, almost viewing finding the boys as a game in order to feel SOMETHING). neither would not survive a day in therapy

the king of hearts - kashi. foil to the queen of hearts, very minor character. gentle, soft spoken, trying his best, exists more in his own universe than anywhere else. the key difference is if they went to therapy, kashi's therapist would end up getting therapied, and king would just break down sobbing

the knave of hearts - monty. while if esther was the queen, maybe this would be more apt, but this is my analysis so i'll do what i want. the knave is a victim of absurd injustice, is somewhat sympathetic but ultimately a perpetuater of this same system. monty does the same thing with esther & her abuse. he is also young and handsome which, we've all seen joshua colley, i don't need to explain

the talking rose - crystal (with/pre-david.) haughty, mean, cruel, flirtatious. she's not a villain but she's definitely not on your side. she's critical, both of your looks, personality, and general vibe. but she's also just one of the many flowers, kind of how crystal was just one of the rich kids, not really doing all that much

in this version, i'd have when the flower's roots are freed be the same energy as the boy's getting rid of david. moment of self-transformation, free from curse. i will probably make a follow up post on how i'd do the plot, but i wanted to throw that bit on david out there.

#yes i KNOW i combined alice in wonderland & looking glass characters fight me #dead boy detectives #alice in wonderland #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #the cat king #jenny the butcher

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highabovethecloudssomewhere · 5 months ago

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Bi-Yearly Book Catalogue (2024)

Every book I’ve read the past six months and what I thought, told as briefly as I can manage.

One Star Books:

Loveless by Alice Oseman

I understand that this book was helpful for a lot of people. It was the opposite of helpful for me.

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

My gripes with this can be whittled down into: this writer does not understand depression but really, really wants to cure it. Also, if you do decide to give this book a try, please mind the subject material. It really, really isn’t for everyone.

Two Star Books:

N/A

Three Star Books:

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

A simple book about an old man learning to want to live again. Where ‘The Midnight Library’ failed for me, this one succeeded. If you plan to read this one, be mindful of the content warnings. It also isn’t for everyone.

Lily and the Octopus by Steven Rowely

It’s about a dog who has cancer. I think that says it all. There were parts of this book I really liked and parts I really didn’t like. It lost me halfway through and I stopped caring about the stakes, which is really upsetting when the stakes are a dog. But the good parts are really, really good. Just be mindful of the premise going into it.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune

I liked the character work, loved the world building and on a technical level the writing was well-done. My gripes have to do with the story’s internal contradictions and how the only character traits I can think of for the main character are “asexual” and “inventor,” neither of which are explored properly (emphasis on asexual here). I didn’t like that despite being 21, the main character was narratively treated like a child, often involving his sexuality. I had to google how old he was multiple times because I couldn’t believe he wasn’t in his mid-teens given how he reacted to the story and how the story treated him. Loved the writing on a technical level, though, and I do plan to read more from this author.

Four Star Books:

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree

A COFFEE shop AU? In MY high fantasy? If you like DnD, low-stakes high-fantasy and fun character work, give this one a read. It’s very cozy.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

It’s a book about a nonbinary tea monk and a robot who lives in the mountains. Slow-paced with good vibes and great world building. I read it in an evening and came away from it feeling warm.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Achilles and Patroclus’ relationship breaks my heart again. This was incredibly well-written and appropriately devastating. I just wanted them to be happy.

Countdown to Countdown by Kong Xiao Tong (graphic novel)

I bought a physical copy of this because I’ve always loved the artist’s work and wanted to support, and I enjoyed it a LOT. Beautiful art, fantastic characters. I know not everyone can avoid a physical copy, but the webcomic is available to read for free online and I highly recommend giving it a try.

Our Dining Table by Ori Mita (manga)

Learning to enjoy mealtime with loved ones again after childhood trauma? Y’all. It’s a single-volume manga and it’s well worth your time.

Five Star Books:

Beartown by Fredrik Backman

This was the most devastating book I’ve ever read. If you are interested in reading it: find a list of content warnings first. I went in blind. It is hauntingly real and the author handled the material so, so well. I can’t recommend this book without that caveat. But it’s one of the best-written books I’ve read.

The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson

This book is about a man looking back on his life as a boy - the friends he made and the misadventurous ghost-hunts his uncle dragged them into. It’s just the right amount of campy with fun characters and a brilliant use of prose. If you’re a less experienced reader and want a book that is easily digestible while also being extraordinarily well-written, I’d recommend this book in a heartbeat, and it’s every bit as entertaining for more advanced readers.

What you are looking for is in the library by Aoyama Michiko

Five stories about five people, all in different stages of life, and their unique experiences with the same librarian and the same library. Individually, each character in each story has their unsatisfying lives changed in an unexpectedly simple way, thanks to the library. There’s nothing wild about this book, but it is wildly impactful. The library is for everyone!

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

Heroine travels the treacherous seas to save the man she loves. It’s a book about perspectives and joy and making unlikely friends, breaking curses through clever means and never, ever giving up. It has all the whimsy of a classic fairytale, yet not once could I predict how it was going to end. It’s fast-paced and hard to put down. The world is intriguing and the characters are wonderful.

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

This book is utterly mind-bending and I loved it. Two time-travelers chase each other through reality on opposing sides of the Time War and gradually fall in love. It’s great. The biggest complaint I see leveled at this book comes from less experienced readers who struggle to follow the narrative - and I do agree, if you’re just getting into reading for fun this might be a book to save for later. But don’t let me stop you. I loved this book.

Conclusion:

Reading is great. Libraries are your friend. I always love book recommendations and I’m on GoodReads as BeyondTheClouds777, predictably. If any of y’all take a stab at these books (or have taken stabs in the past), I’d love to hear your thoughts! I’m back in my bookworm era and thriving.

#Cloud’s book club #Book reviews #cloud’s book club 2024 #anyway #this is how you lose the time war #tress of the emerald sea #what you are looking for is in the library #the Saturday night ghost club #beartown #our dining table #countdown to countdown #the song of Achilles #a psalm for the wild-built #legends and lattes #in the lives of puppets #lily and the octopus #a man called Ove #the midnight library #loveless

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