#I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM RHAE

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HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAYYY

🏖️sandcastles in the sand - Jace Velaryon x reader, best friend's wedding. I'm curious as to what your wonderful mind will conjure up💖

ahh thanks for the request! using this as a way to somehow find my way out of the slump…👀 hope you enjoy!

you don’t know love | j.v

word count: around 500

author’s note: yeah idk just wrote what i was vibing with idk

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Baela and Addam were floating over the dance floor - her a dream in white and him in a very handsome navy suit - their first dance as a married couple. Your heart was full as you watched them dance to the song they had picked over a year ago when they first started planning the wedding. You took a shaky breath, suddenly realizing that tears were gathering in your eyes and you looked over your shoulder, searching for your purse you had left at somewhere on your seat.

"Tissue?"

Hearing his voice almost made the tears in your eyes disappear, but he only looked at you expectantly as he offered his handkerchief to you.

"Thanks," you answered curtly, plucking the cornflower blue handkerchief out of his hand as you soaked up the tears in your eyes with the corners of the fancy cloth. Instead of turning back to watch the dancing couple again, Jace kept his inquisitive eyes on you, his hand in his pocket. With an annoyed sigh, you glanced at him, frowning.

“What?”

Jace gave you one of his signature smirks before he replied.

“I didn’t think you were a crier.”

Leave it to Jace to be an absolute jerk at his cousin’s wedding. You rolled your eyes at him, suddenly lacking any tears.

“I’m surprised there’s any thinking going on in that head of yours.”

Jace snickered, leaning his head forward. His curls fell into his face and you would almost call him hot if you didn’t know this was Jace you were talking about.

“Same old,” he only chuckled, before looking up again. A look you couldn’t quite decipher passed over his face and he inclined his head towards the dancefloor.

“Feel like dancing?”

You furrowed your brows at him.

“Baela and Addam are still-“ your voice died down when you turned to the dancefloor, where several couples have joined. You hadn’t even noticed that the first dance was over already. Your eyes flickered back to Jace and he only offered you his hand.

“I-“

Rhaena calling your name across the venue broke you out of your reverie, your answer lost.

“Hey,” Rhaena said, grasping your wrist, breathless. “Been looking everywhere for you. Staff has a problem with the apps and I need you in the kitchen.”

Jace had already stuffed his hand back in his pocket, giving you a wink.

“Maid of honor duty calls.”

Right.

“Okay, Rhae,” you sighed, following her as Rhaena led you toward the kitchen, Jace’s invitation still burnt in your mind. The two of you had never crossed the line again after that one night, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he would even think about asking you for a dance. Not that you were gonna say no, but still. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a sigh.

“Wait.”

You stopped abruptly, turning over your shoulder as you looked for Jace. He was still in the spot you had left him, his back turned to you.

“Hey Targaryen!”

Jace whirled around when you called him, an eyebrow raised. Even from a distance, you could read his facial expressions so well. You looked at him for a beat, before grinning.

“Find me later for that dance.”

A grin spread over Jace’s face, and he gave a slow nod, before you turned back around, now tugging Rhaena towards the kitchen as she eyed you in amusement, but you ignored her, the same way you were ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

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author’s note: the way i was so close to making this a wedding between cregan and alysanne 😭

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A Not So Hidden Secret

Modern Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

Includes: This is mostly porn with some general plot to set things up. So, SMUT. Featuring established relationship, soft dom Rhae vibes, praise, sex toys (nipple clamps and vibrators) pushing reader out of her comfort zone, minor pain play, reader receiving oral sex, overstimulation, after care, fluff

Note: Hello lovely reader! Rhaenyra's age isn't specified in this fic, so you can read it with either "younger" (milly alcock) or "older" (emma d'arcy) Rhaenyra. I wrote it with older Rhae in mind, but how you read it is up to you! Reader is non-descript. As always, please enjoy!

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“When were you going to tell me about these, sweetling?” Rhaenyra asked as she came out of your shared bedroom and sat on the couch with you. Casually, she pulled your foot into her lap so she could idly trace over the lower portion of your leg. She held something in her hand and if you could see her you’d see a sly little grin on her face. 

Her soft voice–filled with amusement–barely registered as you read your book. Turning the page, you didn’t bother to stop as you asked, “hm?”

She’d sat down on the opposite end of the couch where you laid to read, and you felt the cushions dip as she shifted over you. Straddling your hips, she pushed the book down so your attention was on her and not whatever silly who-done-it you were currently reading. “I said, when were you going to tell me about these?” She held up a small clear plastic bag and realization hit you.

Oh hell–the nipple clamps!

“Where did you find those!?” You half-squeaked, face hot with embarrassment–and maybe a teeny bit of guilt for not telling her.

Rhaenyra’s eyes danced with curious humor. “They weren't hidden. I went to wear some of your fluffy socks I like and they were right on top of your dresser.”

It's true. They weren't hidden. 

Yours and Rhaenyra’s relationship had been going strong for nearly two years now, and when she invited you to move in you practically screamed with joy. She was an absolute delight and treated you so well–and you, her! She lived in a beautiful townhouse in upscale King’s Landing that Viserys likely pulled a couple stings to make happen. But, Rhaenyra had always been his favorite child and there wasn't anything he'd skimp on for her. You’d been living together for almost six months. You didn’t hide anything from her–you had no reason to–and she didn’t hide anything from you. But these damn nipple clamps?

You looked between her eyes as tension coiled in your belly. Heat still lingered in your cheeks and you hoped she couldn’t see it. Biting your lip sheepishly, you said, “I can explain!”

She smirked. She had a dimple in her cheek and it was on full display. “Something I’m quite eager to hear about.”

You ran a hand down your face covering the giggle her words elicited from you. “Okay okay, so…,” you started, looking up at her as demurely as you could. “Remember when I bought that toy a month or so back?”

“Mm-hm,” she answered, dimple deepening.

“Well when I checked out apparently I spent enough to earn a ‘free gift’ if I wanted. So, I thought, what the heck! and clicked yes. I was hoping for maybe a tiny vibe or something, ya know? One of those cute ones that looks like lipstick or something,” you giggled again, blushing deeper. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed talking to your girlfriend about this sort of thing–you both loved toys!–but sometimes you did feel a wave of embarrassment talking about them outside of the bedroom.

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. “I see,” she said. “And when you opened your box and saw these… did you try them on?” Her voice was lower, now, a feminine husk that tickled along your senses in the most wicked ways. Amusement still glinted in her eyes, too, and made them all the more lovely. 

You shook your head, exclaiming, “no! They freaked me out a little, honestly!” You wish you would have thrown the stupid things away. Or at least hid them! Tension shuddered up and down your spine. Warmth began to slowly spread outward from your center, and you were glad you weren’t straddling her. If you were, she'd know exactly what she was doing to you. Being beneath her gaze like this shouldn't affect you in such a way, but… it did. “I haven’t even opened them!”

She laughed. Lowering, she kissed you and purred, “and here I thought I ruined a surprise you had for me.”

With her lips on yours any teasing retort you might have said flew out the window. The initial playfulness of her kiss shifted to something deeper, hungrier. Breaking away from it, you pouted, “sorry for disappointing you,” with a tiny grin of your own.

One of her hands pushed up beneath the front of your shirt, causing the material to bunch the higher she went. She felt your ribs hitch and she hummed against your mouth, delighted. Going higher still, she palmed over the swell of your sports bra covered breast and that hum turned into an appreciative moan. “I know a way to make it up to me,” she suggested, fingers splaying wide as she brushed over the fullness of your breasts.

Your breath started to come quicker and the liquid warmth between your thighs grew needier. “Oh yeah?” You asked, spine arching up into her touch. Your own hands pushed up the tops of her thighs until your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her biker shorts and snapped it teasingly against her waist.

“Yeah. You can try them on now. For me. You’ll let me clamp those pretty nipples, won’t you?” Her voice might have tilted slightly with the question, but there was no question about it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Biting your lip, you nodded as you looked up at her. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

The expression she gave you was purely feline. Rolling off you, she offered you her hand. “In our room,” she said, tilting her head in its direction.

A trail of strewn clothes littered the space between the living room and bedroom, and Rhaenyra didn’t even bother to close the curtains as she stepped right between your legs when you sat on the edge of the bed. The townhouse was two-stories high and with the position of the window, as well as the arrangement of your room, there was an extremely low chance of anyone seeing anything. She looked down at you and traced the back of her hand over your jaw before sliding her thumb over your mouth. “Those eyes are so pretty looking up at me like this,” she cooed. “My perfect girl.”

Shivers filled your body at her praise. “Nyra…,” you whined, blushing yet again, doing your best to not turn your face away from her in flustered embarrassment.

“My sweet girl still feeling shy about her little secret?” Rhaenyra asked as she opened the plastic bag, pulling the chained clamps out. It clanked softly in the quiet room. “Ooh, these can get really tight,” she said as she showed you the pinch of the clamp. “Let’s loosen those a bit, yeah?” She asked amusedly as she twisted the screw looser on each. 

The tips were covered in a brightly colored smooth rubber, and you assumed it was for the comfort of the wearer. Anticipation fizzed in your belly as you watched Rhae. She only wore her underwear, as did you, and it somehow made the setting all the more intimate.

“There,” she breathed, testing the tightness on the tip of her pinky. “Ready?

Gulping–and unintentionally squirming–you nodded. “I am.” Still sitting, you leaned back on your hands and the position allowed you to easily arch your spine as you offered your breasts to her. You watched as she clipped one on. You gasped. Once she clipped the second on you gasped sharper. 

Leaning down, Rhaenyra kissed you softly. “Good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “How do they feel?”

You looked down the front of your chest, and Rhaenyra took the moment to inspect her work, too; electricity charged the bedroom’s air. Your nipples were pinched tight and the very tips of them buzzed. “Feels weird,” you giggled, still trying to wrap your head around the strange sensation. “It doesn’t hurt-hurt but it sort of hurts.” You realized how silly it sounded as soon as you said it. “Think they’ll fall off?” You asked, shimmying your shoulders in a way that sent your tits swaying just slightly. The little chain rattled and somehow that made you feel all the more dirty about it.

“Fuck,” she hissed beneath her breath, watching. “God, you have the sexiest tits. Can’t believe you let me clamp them. You are the loveliest gem,” she said before she was on your mouth again. The kiss was immediately hot and heavy, desperate in a way that made you sink your fingers into her half-messy updo, stray little curls framing her face. With a soft moan she pushed you back, careful to not disturb the clamps or chain too much. 

Laying on your back, you wrapped your legs around Rhaenyra’s waist and kissed her with fervor. “Think I want them off now,” you admitted, really starting to feel the pain of them.

She hushed you. “Shh, no, not yet, sweetling. You’re doing very well. They hurt?” 

You nodded, looking up into her desire glazed eyes with your softened doe eyes.

“Let me show you how sweet the pain can make the pleasure,” she said, expression turning sweetly wicked. Without giving you any time to ask questions or protest, she slid down the front of your body until she laid between your thighs. In a single sweeping movement she tugged your panties off; those things didn’t stand a chance. She groaned as she saw how wet you were, how ready your body was, how responsive you’ve been to this new experiment. “Fucking hell, love,” she rasped. “You could take my strap right now without any prep. You are so fucking wet.”

A hazy fog already began to settle in your brain. Anticipation, emotions, and sensations sent your hips squirming in need. You made a little sound in response to her words, but no actual words came out of your mouth. She hadn’t even started on you yet and already she rendered you to an unintelligible mess. 

Her arms wrapped around your thighs and positioned you just how she wanted, and she instantly dragged her tongue up the fullness of your center. She lapped full lazy licks up your slit, catching and kissing your clit at the top of each stroke, before doing it all over again.

And again.

Your hands flew down to her hands squeezing into your thighs, and you squeezed atop them as she devoured your pussy. Too much. It was already too much. How was it already too much? “Oh my god..!” You breathed, gasping, a tight coil of pleasure already threatening to snap in those low muscles of your belly. “H-holy fucking shit…!”

Rhaenerya planned to murder you. Truly.

She moaned into you and didn’t stop. She gently drew your swollen clit into her mouth and slid her tongue over it, feeling your thighs begin to shudder around her. She alternated between licking and sucking–even kissing the bud when she thought you needed to catch a full breath–until your hands were in her hair.

“God! N-Nyra..! I’m gonna co-,” and before you could finish whimpering out those final words, she shattered you. Orgasm rolled over you in warm waves of bliss. Still, she never stopped, and you rode it out until it threatened to crest into a second peak and become painful. 

It was then, and only then, that she stopped and looked up at you, panting almost as much as you were. “You taste so fucking good. Stay right here, I’m not done with you yet.” She slipped off the bed and walked over to your dresser, going right for the drawer you kept all your toys. Picking out a vibrator she knew you loved–its width and shape always making quick work of you–she smiled like a succubus. Crawling back between your legs, she once again didn’t give you time to protest before turning it on. “Don’t even think about taking those clamps off.”

You opened your mouth to say something in retort but the second you did you felt–and saw–Rhaenrya begin to push that big vibrator into your clenching, soaked, needy fucking pussy. Your eyes rolled closed when she seated it fully inside you. Tension instantly returned to your core and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle an overstimulated cry. The muscles of your abdomen flexed and tightened, hips stuttering, as bliss threatened to push you over the edge. 

God you fucking loved this thing. 

“If only you could see yourself right now,” Rhaenrya cooed as she watched you from below, able to see not only your saturated cunt as she pumped the toy in and out of you, but also see up your belly to your breasts, and your blissed out face above those. “You are so lovely. So perfect. So fucking sexy and dirty.”

“P-please! Too much. Too much,” you gasped, still shuddering and clenching on your vibrator.

She smirked like the devil himself as she leaned forward and began to lavish your clit with her tongue and lips once again. She held the vibrator inside you, keeping it in place and not letting it squeeze out from your clenching depths. Nor did she pump it in and out of you. She simply kept it there. Deep. Buzzing away inside your perfect walls on one of its highest settings. She let all those inner muscles do the work as she ate your clit.

If you thought the first (or was it two?) orgasm was too much, this one really was. A strangled cry left your throat as blinding pleasure pulsed through every single nerve-ending in your body. Molten lava consumed you. You were weightless. Formless. Your hips spasmed beneath her and you thought you might actually pass out.

Carefully, with one final kiss to your clit, she pulled the toy out from your overstimulated center. She turned it off and dropped it on the bed. She moved to lay beside you, kissing your cheek. With a much softer expression, she asked, “you okay?”

You hadn’t realized the intensity of your last orgasm caused more than physical release to flood you. Tears had gathered in your eyes and slid down your temples. It’s not that you were sad–not at all–but the sensation had been that intense. You couldn’t remember the last time this happened! The tears were short lived and as soon as you wiped them away, no more came. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered softly, voice thicker and more horse than you expected. “Holy shit. I’m more than okay,” you laughed, honestly dumbfounded at how your body could still be weightless and tingling. “I’m honestly fucking amazing right now.”

“Good,” she answered with a little giggle of her own. “I’m going to take the clamps off now, okay?”

You nodded, slowly coming back into yourself.

Once your nipples were free of the clamps, she tenderly kissed each one. “You did so, so very well. I’m beyond proud of you my sweet, perfect, lovely girl,” she said as she nuzzled soft kisses at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck.

You tickled her face with kisses too, soaking in all of her sweet lovey words. “Pretty sure my soul is still coming back to my body, but, once it does I am so tackling the fuck outta you,” you proclaimed fiercely, wanting to give her even a fraction of what she had given you.

That got a laugh out of her. “Take your time, sweetling,” she winked. “I’m half starved. I’ll go order us dinner and be back in for said tackling. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed as you watched her walk out of the bedroom in only her panties, searching for her phone to call something in from one of your favorite restaurants.

By the time you were done giving thanks to your girlfriend for all the pleasure she gave you, dinner was cold on the front porch. But, even with that, it was still one of the best damn meals you'd had lately.

After dinner, you found your book on the couch again, and Rhaenyra flicked on the latest show she'd been binging–both of you sharing one really big, really soft, blanket.

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Never Before

[Waiting For A Lifetime II] Part 1 2 3 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader (im sorry i couldn't help myself T_T)

Summary: Never before had Daemon, prince of Valyria, been so sure of anything in his entire life.

Word Count: 7k+ 💀💀💀

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, i have slight pov shifts kinda i hope its not confusing, probably poorly translated high valyrian, sibling quarrels T_T, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hello im 6000% invested in this that i made a moodboard MY MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE I HOPE YOURE READING THIS I HAVE A MADE A PART 2 ENJOY MY LOVE i hope you enjoy it T_T come back to my inbox and tell me what you think pls T_T i beg. this btw is a p2 and you 100% need to read the first chapter to appreciate this i think lol "Waiting For A Lifetime" (but to be fair, i doubt you need to read it to get what's happening though) ps the valyrian wedding vows are from reddit Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony also everyone who commented and messaged me about it my fic @pearlstiare @llovinjoonie @sabrina6272827 @ayamenimthiriel @comicsol1999 @fictionalcomforts @mirandastuckinthe80s @mooniesyubi @cookielovesbook-akie @panagiasikelia

"Viserys!" Daemon shouted as he galloped loudly down the halls. He paid no mind to the staff greeting him good morning as he called out for his brother. No one minds. They are far too used to him. His hair jostles with his movement, yet he barely heaves as he runs. He is far too used to this.

Daemon changes the name he calls as he practically jumps down the stairs with how much excitement was in his bones, "Aemma!"

He huffs as his tousled, silver blonde hair flies over his face as he makes it downstairs.

The prince nearly collides with a servant who just exited a room he passed. He braces her, grunts as he pushes past. She squeaks and quickly mutters an apology that is quickly ignored.

Daemon runs down the hall, making a quick turn when he reaches a corner.

Had it been anyone other than the Wild Child himself, it would have been a concerning sight to see a man running frantically so early in the morn. However, Daemon had done worse, far worse in his youth especially. It was best to rather just get out of his way, lest he accidentally injure you in an unfortunate collision.

Daemon busts into the dining room with a dramatic bang, fitting of his innate dramatics. Finally, he was out of breath and catches it as as his brother and sister-in-law cooed at their newborn babe.

He huffs, walking over to the joyous family, absolutely illuminated by the sound of the young heir's laughter and seemingly indifferent to his entrance.

Daemon releases a sigh at the sight of them.

The little girl squeals in excitement as her mother rattles her toy over her face.

Viserys finally turns to his younger brother, "oh. You're awake."

Daemon reaches him and slaps a hand on his back in regard, making a beeline for Aemma, who he promptly seals into a hug and kisses her cheek.

"Off, you cunt," Viserys points loudly but emptily, making his wife snort.

Daemon smirks at the reaction to his theatrics, glad to finally have attention, smile widening as he takes his turn to coo to his babe, "Rhae-Rhae!"

Viserys rolls his eyes, "Rhaenyra."

Aemma gives her husband a look, swatting a hand at him, "I think it's a cute pet name, lovie."

"Aemma," the man sat by the side of Rhaenyra's high chair shifts on his seat, "Ray-ray was the name of his dog when we were kids."

"But you're much cuter than him, innit?" Daemon says as he reaches out to Rhaenyra, "you're so much cuter than my widdle pitbull was."

Aemma breaks into a fit of giggles upon learning the dog's breed. From the spot where she stood to the right of Rhaenyra's high chair, she threw her head back, her long platinum blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder. She thinks it's fitting that the prince cared for a pitbull; the most misunderstood breed of canines, she thinks.

Viserys watches as Daemon takes his daughter, "she's not going to let you hold her."

Daemon ignores him and beams when the child is successfully in his arms.

Victorious.

That is up until she broke into a loud fit of tears.

"Aww, shh, shh," Aemma coos at her daughter, "it's uncle Daemon! Uncle Daemon."

"Yes, uncle demon," the child's father states, "who will not hesitate to steal your candy the minute he can."

"Viserys," Aemma warns.

The said man raises his arms, "I won't let him, lovie."

Daemon turns to Aemma with worry written on his face and moves to bring the baby for her to take. When he turns to his brother, Viserys has a shitfaced I-told-you-so look written all over him.

Daemon decides to ignore it, not even sparing an eye roll that was itching in his skull. Aemma takes Rhaenyra and hushes her in her arms. The effect is instant. Daemon looks on blankly yet in awe. Viserys catches the way his brother sighs in what he could only describe as delight. The former walks over to Viserys, circling behind him to pull the seat to his side and hunch over with intent.

Viserys shoots him a look. And here he thought his brother wanted merely to have breakfast. He should have known, "what do you want?"

These words alert Aemma, who turns from her spot as she continues to rock the already pacified baby in her arms.

"I want mother's ring."

Aemma gasps, eyes widening, jaw slacking.

Viserys pulls his head back, screws his eyes shut, then shakes his head in disbelief. He opens his eyes as he says, "you want what?"

"The red one," Daemon points, "you know. I always thought the emerald cut suited mummy's finger."

Aemma beams, "oh my gods, Daemon!"

"Wait," the king raises his hands, "wait, wait-" he turns to his excited wife, "wait," he eyes Daemon, "why you asking for the ruby ring?"

"I just said that-"

"Don't fuck with me."

Daemon straightens up at the sound of the king's hiss. He then snorts, unable to mask his amusement over his older brother's annoyance. He leans on the table and then grabs a piece of some of the sliced fruit. He chews the sweet melon and grape in his mouth, lips curving into a small smirk, "I'm going to get married."

Aemma cannot contain the squeal that slips out of her mouth, "DAEMON!"

"Fuck off," Viserys mutters, leaning back on his chair, "don't mess with me, you nitwit. I will have your arse if you-"

"No, I'm serious," he places a hand on his brother's shoulder, "I have met..." Daemon exhales, shaking his head. He holds his tongue, trying to think of the right words to say. Aemma and Viserys both are stunned by this, the latter most especially. The prince purses his lips then utters, "the most enchanting woman and..."

Aemma whimpers, hand coming up to her lips, tears glassing her eyes.

Viserys shifts in his seat to turn to his brother.

"I..." Daemon shakes his head, turning away from his brother in thought. He knits his brows as he chuckles to himself. He retreats his hand, "I have no idea how, or why, but I just know," he turns to Aemma, "she's the one."

Aemma bursts into tears upon hearing the admission. She hands her daughter to her husband then heads off to Daemon to seal him into a tight embrace. Daemon laughs as he stands and meets his sister-in-law halfway, cooing at her as they hug affectionately. He rubs her back, and kisses the top of her head, "aww, my sweet girl, we do not deserve you."

The king is too stunned to do anything but hold his heir.

The embrace lasts a good ten seconds.

"Gods, Dae," Aemma whimpers, "I'm so happy for you."

Viserys is frozen in his spot as he holds Rhaenyra. He looks out to door and calls, "someone! Someone come and bring a maester! My brother is terribly ill! He's in fucking love!"

Aemma and Daemon pull away from each other, chuckling as they did. The former swats Viserys and the latter waves at Rhaenyra, who was looking up at her papa, then idly turned to her uncle.

The king sighs before he turns up to his brother, "well, tell me about her. I would damned die trying to wrap my head around what kind of woman got you so worked up like this."

Aemma watches as Daemon's face lights up. It warmed her heart so dearly to see his good-brother like this.

"I cannot put it into words, Vis, but the moment I saw her," Daemon waves his hands around, "I- it was like... the wind was knocked out of my lungs."

"Gods. The Mother. The Stranger. The Smith," Viserys whimpers, standing from his chair, placing his daughter on the highchair. He pats her bald baby head, "lest I hurl on you, my love."

Aemma is sill very much sobbing. She clutches Daemon's bicep, "so?! When did you meet her?! What's her name? What does she do? What does she look like?! Do you have a photo of her? Show me a photo of her right now!"

Daemon chuckles at her rapid fire questions and grabs her cheek, leaning his forehead onto her. When he pulls away, he places his cherished possession into her hand. Daemon pushes past her and Aemma looks at the small white card with much intrigue.

Daemon feels a tingle run down his spine as he hears Aemma read the name out loud. He steps in front of his brother as his sister-in-law chimes, "she works at a museum and is a professor part time," the woman turns to her husband, "she's an intellectual, Viserys!"

"I'm going to need that ring, brother," Daemon declared.

Viserys turns to Daemon, eyes narrowed in both scrutiny and annoyance by his telltale spoiled attitude, "I can't just get mum's ring. It's in the vault with-"

"It's not in the vault," Daemon asserts, "Rhaenys borrowed it for the recent gala and it's still in the storage chamber here. I was the one that signed off the insurance papers for it to be shipped tomorrow. It's Not. In The Vault."

Viserys sighs and rolls his eyes, "oh, very well, let's get it both."

"I am more than capable of getting it my-"

"No!" Viserys raises a finger in respite, "the last time you were in the storage chamber, you nearly cost both of us our heads with the tragedy you laid upon grandpa's antique pottery."

Daemon takes his turn to rolls his eyes just as Viserys begins to walk off, "I was nigh but 13, you dunce!"

The elder snaps a glare at the younger, "I'm astonished you've convinced yourself that you found any semblance of maturity past that age, demon."

Daemon rolls his eyes again. Aemma calls out, "wait," grabbing her daughter, "we're coming with you." She jogs up to her brother-in-law and hands him back the card. Daemon places it in his pocket, "thank you, my love."

"Lovie," Viserys calls out, "just enjoy your breakfast, we shan't be long," he places his hands on his wife's shoulders.

"Oh, breakfast can wait, this is far more exciting, lovie," Aemma grins.

Viserys is weakened by her and sighs. He presses a kiss on her forehead, "fine. Do you want me to carry Rhaenyra?"

"I've got it, baby," she smiles, leaning into him.

Daemon watches them as they walk off. His stomach is in knots, thinking about how badly he wants that to happen with him and his love this very instant.

Daemon didn't need help to find the ancestral ring. The moment they walked in the chamber, he made a beeline for the object with not a second thought.

He takes the box and opens it, heart leaping into his mouth as he grins from ear to ear. He closes it with a thud and raises it in his hand with an expression of a boy opening gifts in Christmas morn, "I've got it."

Aemma giggles, rocking her baby with excitement, "look, Rhaenyra, uncle Daemon's got a ring."

Rhaenyra looks out inquisitively as her uncle walks over.

Uncle tries, getting on one knee, opening the box, "will you marry me, Rhaenyra?"

Viserys instantly kicks him down, "oh, fuck off, you incipit twat!"

Aemma giggles, as does the struck Daemon, felled on the floor with not a hint of offence.

When he stands, he lunges towards his brother, sealing him into a tight embrace, "you've made me a happy man, Viserys."

Viserys finds it tempting to fight him off and curse his bones, but he had not seen Daemon so sincerely excited and bright in a long while, and so he wraps his arms around him and leans into his touch, patting his back firmly, "alright, you bugger. Now let me see that card this time."

Daemon pulls away with a grin, pulling out the card for the king.

"Oh, let me see a photo of her!" Aemma shakes her hand out.

"I've not had the chance to photograph her," Daemon shakes his head, "don't worry though, I'll bring her home soon enough."

Aemma grins, hugging her daughter tightly. She coos at Rhaenyra and raises her small, soft arm up at Daemon, muttering as though it was the child, herself, speaking,, "and just how soon is soon, uncle?"

Daemon smiles at his niece, "why, this very moment, Rhae-Rhae," he leans in to gently pinch her rosy cheek. He then pulls away to swipe at his wrist, uncovering the watch beneath his dress shirt, "I'm calling her at 11:55."

"EEEK!" Aemma cheers, "Hear that, Rhaenyra? You're going to have an aunt!"

"Damn, Daemon," Viserys lifts his eyes up to his brother, "when did you meet her again.?

Daemon turns to his brother, shoving the box in his pocket. He got what he wanted; there was no need to mask anything. "Last night," he noted, reaching out to retrieve the card from him.

"I'm sorry," Viserys pulls the card away, preventing it from being snatched, "what?"

The prince sniffles, pressing his lips casually together, "I met her at the Blue Ginger last night."

Aemma's face falls into a inwardly concerned and shocked look.

"Give me the-"

Viserys steps back, pulling his arm farther back, "and there it is. There it is!" His neck strains at the intensity of his speech. He scowls at his brother angrily, making Daemon's jovial expression dim into a similar shade.

"So, what?!" Viserys shakes his head, lips curving into annoyance and disgust. "What? You fucked her then-"

"DON'T," Daemon points a finger, "FUCKING talk about her like that!" he seethed, stepping forward, bunching Viserys' shirt.

"Daemon!" Aemma calls out in concern.

Viserys scoffs, eye twitching in anger. He doesn't care that Daemon is staring at him with darkness, ruining his shirt in his fists. He rips the card in his hand into pieces. Daemon releases his brother in shock, face falling, jaw clenching.

"Viserys!" Aemma calls in shock, the same time Daemon barks, "you FUCKER!"

"Give me the ring, Daemon," Viserys commands, snorting, stiff as though he declared war, "I will not allow you to follow through with your frantic idiocy."

"I love her!" Daemon growls, teeth grit in fury.

"You want her!" Viserys corrects, stepping closer, "you've no idea what love is, boy! You want her like you wanted to be king then not!"

Daemon heaves at his brother's chastises.

"You met her yesterday! That is not love!" Viserys snarls, "it is nothing but love sprung from the head of your haughty cock!"

"Viserys!" Aemma cries.

"It is lust, Daemon!" the king proclaimed. He steps back, turning to the torn pieces of paper on the floor. He kicks it, but it barely does anything in affect, "you will not follow through with this madness!"

"You think I've not saved her number, dipshit?" Daemon shudders in anger. He grips the velvet box tightly in his pocket, feeling his body vibrate in hatred, scorn... hurt.

Viserys nearly drops his expression when he sees the glassiness of the prince's eyes.

Aemma's lips part, "Daemon."

"You told me you knew from the moment you saw her," Daemon points to Aemma accusingly before weakly dropping his arm, "that she was for you."

"Daemon," Viserys sounds defeated, "Aemma and I got to know each other for years before getting married," he whispers.

"And I will continue to know her for the rest of my life!" Daemon exclaims.

"Daemon," Viserys and Aemma call at the same time. The latter walks forward, placing a hand on the prince's shoulder, which is sequentially shrugged off. It hurts the queen, but she was kind enough not to push him further. The former sighs, raising his hands questioningly, "no matter how visceral it felt, no matter how drawn you were to meet her," the elder Targaryen states carefully, "you cannot be sure of-"

"I HAVE NEVER BEEN-" Daemon wails, desperate like a cat surrounded by water. His voice nearly breaks when he continues, "more sure of anything EVER-" he heaves, annoyed by the tears that were threatening to spill down his face. He shudders sharply, "not since the day mother died."

The tone in the room shifts drastically.

Daemon looks at his brother with pleading eyes as he recounts the memory, "I told you she... I told you she was dead that night, I told you I felt it in my bones, and you told me not to worry," tears finally streak down his cheeks, "we both woke up to father's ghost of a face."

Viserys remembers the day well. He remembers how adamant and frantic his little brother was that night. He had done his best to pacify him. Yet that morning it was he that was pacified by Daemon.

The king does a good job concealing his perceived weakness to his brother, he holds back tears he was to cry out, as the boy continues to plead his case.

"What's the point of waiting years, delaying something I am certain I desire now?"

"Daemon," Viserys says, almost helplessly, "you are a prince. You cannot marry on a whim and leave-"

"I will not LEAVE her!" Daemon erupts. He cannot take it anymore. He begins to fume, chest rising and falling quickly, "there was once a time when a prince was allowed to execute his wishes-"

"AND I AM THE KING!" Viserys bangs on his chest as he screams. He begins to heave just like his sibling, face succumbed to disdain. He raises his hand up to him, "give me the ring, Daemon."

Aemma feels her heart hurt at the sight of them. She feels her heart hurt especially because Daemon's face was wholly sullen, a complete contrast to what it was a while ago.

Daemon's face is blank. His defenses were up. Whatever brightness in hin was now gone.

"Is that a command, my king?" the second born utters under his breath.

The king thinks. He is tempted to say it, to do what he promised his baby brother he never would, exert his sovereignty over him. His chest constricts, his brows knit, his eyes begin to water. He cannot do that to him.

"It is a plea from your older brother, Daemon."

Daemon rolls his shoulders back. He holds back the quiver of his lips, "why should I listen to my hateful brother's plea when he did not listen to mine?"

"Daemon," Aemma calls, herself now overcome with emotion.

The said man walks away, pushing past them.

Viserys heaves. He watches his brother turn his back on him. He begins to flare with abhorrence and offence, "DAEMON!"

The prince does not listen as he walks away, storming out the storage chamber, slamming the doors on his way out. He mutters strings of High Valyrian curses as he roughly wipes his face on his sleeve.

Daemon soothes himself by remembering that Viserys was a rat, a gremlin, unadulterated rubbish, his absolute nemesis since time immemorial. He was difficult and cruel and irritating and selfish. He loathed him.

His eye twitches, his walking slows. Cunt. He hates himself for caring so much about him. Fuck him.

When Daemon gets to the garage, he wills the memory of choosing and purchasing the silver Benz with his rat brother in the very hell depths of his mind. He leans on the hood, his blonde hair falls on his face.

He'll turn around.

He snorts, wiping his philtrum.

He always turns around... he has to.

He pulls out his phone, blinking away the tears. He cusses when he sees that it was 10 am. There was no way he would get to the other side of town in time.

He gets in his car and drives off. He merely pulls over a few minutes before 11:55 to make good his promise.

Meanwhile hours before this incident, on the other side of the town, there was a heart as sulking just the same.

I had not gotten a lick of sleep in anticipation of this moment. I was hunched over on my desk, watching my screen, heart jumping every time the clock blinked with a new number.

"I got the One Eye comment again," a voice huffs as he walks into the office room, "people think they're so smart and original," his voice rises when he continues, "you told me I didn't look ridiculous with this on."

I straighten from where I stood, bent over, then turn to my side, catching the light haired intern, rip off his eye patch and slam it onto his desk. He roughly dusts off his jumper and pants for no reason other than annoyance.

I raise my brows at him and pout, "someone as handsome as you cannot ever look ridiculous, Aemond," I slump back down on my desk. I mutter, half-muffled, "it runs in the family."

Aemond rolls his eye, regretting it with the damned sty in the left one throbbed with pain. He huffs turning to me, pointing a finger, "you need to stop calling my damned brother pretty boy. He's starting to believe it."

I snort as my lips spread into a smile, "that's good; he is."

Aemond walks over to me, sardonic as ever, "historians aren't supposed to distort the truth, professor."

I stand, looking at his angular face, taking in his how the strands of his shoulder length hair, tied in a small bun, framed his sharp cheeks and jaw, how his pouty lips were curved into that of disdain. He was adorable, just like he was as a child when I met him perchance.

"Don't you teach me, kid," I narrow my eyes and purse my lips, "you're one failed review away from repeating the whole term."

Aemond is unfazed as he crosses his arms, "mmm, another term with a certainty to be had under your wing sounds delightful."

I roll my eyes, "Aemond."

Said Aemond's lips curl into a soft smile, enjoying the fact my words backfired on itself.

"We've been through this, my dear," I place my hands on his toned shoulders, "you're nervous about nothing. There's not a reason for you not to get hired here after you've graduated."

He hums again, relaxing against my touch, "and what of the failing mark my beloved teacher threatens to lay upon me?"

I huff as I pull away from him, drawing back my desk chair and plopping down, "you know I don't work like that, pretty boy."

Aemond clenches his jaw, "don't call me that."

I turn to him, resting my elbows on my desk, "why not? I think you're pretty too."

He turns away, thinking about his sty, thinking about how his breath hitched when he first met his beloved teacher, thinking about his brother, Aegon, made you laugh where he made things awkward in your first meeting, "that's the oaf's nickname. I do not want it."

I follow him with my eyes as he storms off, grabbing his eye patch, putting it back on. He then walks back behind me to finish labeling the books stacked there.

"Is it so bad to share a nickname with your brother?" I ask.

"Yes," he quickly blurts. Aemond doesn't waste another moment and grabs a book a lot rougher than normal.

I turn away from him, dejected by his ire. I grab my phone, seeing the time was 11:49. I brace my arms in front of me and lean down, sighing.

I repeat this process over and over and over and over and-

Aemond, who had been witness to it, finally asks, "what are you sighing about?"

"I'm waiting for a call."

"Mmm," he shifts on his place and presses his hand on a book, "is it from the Maester's Association?"

"No."

"Septa's Guild?

"No."

Aemond raises a brow, "they what are you so restless about?"

I check the clock for the nth time, heart leaping when I see it's 11:53. I straighten in my seat and begin to fix my hair. I clear my throat and do some nonsensical sounds to warm up my voice.

Aemond forgets about his task altogether and turns to me. His brows knit and he leans on the table, "who exactly are you waiting to call you, professor?"

I breathe in deeply, checking the time again. 11:54. I cradle my phone in my hand as though it is my lifeline.

"The love of my life."

Aemond straightens up, stiffening and deflating all at once. His face tenses so tightly, the sty irritates him again. For a moment, he is overcome with a bitterness in his throat. He thinks of his brother again-- but that can't be.

He clenches his jaw and relaxes. He thinks about how loosely that term is used when uttered upon his beloved professor's lips. He relaxes completely, releasing a breath. He turns back to his books, calming himself with his breathing.

He wonders out loud, "Alicent?"

Aemond thinks his guess to be right. After all, his cousin, your many times over research partner, had been in Essos for weeks for a riveting symposium. He was perplexed why you hadn't expressed the same enthusiasm in going there, considering the fact there was a dragon skeleton recently unearthed there, apparently Caraxes' no less. He did not buy the fact you weren't interested in the dig site at least, knowing how you were obsessed with his rider, Daemon Targaryen I.

"No, not Ali," I mutter, shaking my head.

Aemond thinks of another one of his professor's research partners besides Alicent.

I mutter softly, "someone else... you don't know him."

Him?

"... well," I chuckle, "I suppose you do."

Aemond is now utterly confused.

My heart nearly stops when my phone clock strikes 11:55.

Aemond once again forgets about his work upon hearing the gasp. He awaits the sound of the phone ringing.

The seconds passing are dreadfully unbearable. I count each and every one of them. By the time I reach 34, I begin to feel bile rise up my throat.

Dear gods, he forgot about me. He forgot about me, and he's not going to call. How silly of him to even promise such a thing. He's probably caught up in doing his princely politicking. Hell, I wouldn't even remember-

I gasp again, dropping the phone when it began to vibrate and ring. I choke on my breath, my hands fumble, my shoulders tense, my mind is racing.

Aemond watches this intently, how the most poised and composed person in his life began to break down like a tower of unglued blocks. He watches as his professor stares blankly at the ringing phone.

"Answer it," he urges, stepping forward once.

His voice wasn't even loud nor demanding, yet I still start at it. I nod my head profusely then scramble for my phone. I quickly gain my wits and answer the call.

I press the screen against my ear, carefully calling, "hello?"

"Hello? Hello! Hi! Hi, my love!"

Daemon sound ecstatic, relieved. My jaw is parts into a smile. I am heaving heavily through my mouth as my stomach swirls and my chest tightens. I grip on my elbow, breathlessly replying, "hi."

"Hi! Hi. Right. I'm pulled over in the side of the highway-"

"What?" I jolt from my seat. Aemond jolts as well. "W-wh-why? Are you hurt? Did something happen? What highway are you on? Should I call-"

"Hush, love," he chuckles, "lykiri," he hushes, calm down in High Valyrain, and continues in the same tongue, "calm down. I am well," he breaks into a soft laugh, "oh, my dear, my darling, I only pulled over to make good on my promise to call you at 11:55."

I release a breath of relief. I relax my shoulders, nodding my head, muttering mostly to myself, "on the dot."

I can almost hear him smile from across the line, "yes, my sweet girl... though a few seconds passed," he chuckles, "I hope you do not fault me for it."

"Never," I lean my head into my hand, releasing shaky breath. My breathing is shallow and my eyes flutter close.

My sweet girl. It was been so long since I heard his voice utter these words. A dam of memories break open and my mind floods with memories of him calling me this; it's all very tender, like an open wound. Tears begin to strain in my eyes and my throat constricts with a tight band of emotion.

"Are you crying?" Aemond mutters lowly that even he doesn't hear it.

"I reckon I'll be there in about 10 minutes, give or take," Daemon sounds guilty when he says this, "I'm sorry to make you wait, my pretty girl, but you can wait a few more minutes for your prince, can't you?"

I shudder out his name, biting my lip tightly for a moment, trying to even out my breath so he doesn't catch the sound of my sobbing, "10 minutes is inconsequential to how long I have been waiting for you."

He takes a moment to respond. I hear him sigh, "I couldn't sleep last night thinking of you either."

"You're the only thing I've ever thought about," I whisper like a secret, afraid to wipe the tears on my cheeks away, in fear of smearing my makeup.

He laughs at the admission. It is smug and self-indulgent, but it is unlike the other times I've heard him laugh conceitedly. At its core, Daemon sounded relieved, he sounded touched.

"I am glad to hear it," he openly affirmed, "I will come to you soon. Nothing will keep us apart."

His words squeeze my heart, my very soul, my being. I mutter softly, "drive safe."

"I will, my love."

My breath hitches. I lick my lips in preparation, but then I stop myself. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say-

"I love you," I sigh.

A beat of silence passes.

Part of me feels foolish when I am met with only ambient noise. I don't regret saying it at all though. I punish my lower lip tightly with a bite that draws out blood, but then I release it in shock when he calls back.

"I love you," he says, "wait for me."

The call ends.

The moment I put my phone down, Aemond is upon me. He gently takes my arm and words my name out carefully. He doesn't say anything else. He seemed not to know what else he could.

I turn to the tall man, one eye covered, strands of silvery hair still haphazardly framing his face. He adjusts his hold on me when I reach out to his arms, gripping the fabric of his jumper, not so much him. He has his hands on both my arms and he looks down at me with concern, speaking my name once more.

I turn away from him, blinking rapidly as it all sinks in, "it's finally happening."

"What is?" Aemond asks, almost helplessly, quite unlike his usually certain demeanor.

I turn back to him, lifting my chin to meet his gaze, releasing my clutch on his top, jumping into him to seal him into a tight embrace. He is taken aback by my sudden haptics, but immediately hugs be back.

"I'm finally going to have him."

"Have," he coaxes slowly as he bends to offer me more stability on my feet, "him?" Aemond voice strains, "who are you talking about?"

"My love," I break away, blinking tears as I look back at Aemond. There is a line of worry on his face, but I could not bring myself to offer him but only a quick caress of his cheeks as comfort and reassurance. I pull away, fanning myself, "dear goodness, I have to get ready."

I dash to my desk, swiping my bag, immediately running toward the bathroom.

Aemond could do nothing but watch and rack his brain trying to make sense of it all. He is so perplexed by it that he thinks of calling his brother for answers. In his lack of better judgement, he dials the contact and his phone begins to ring.

Aegon on the other line barely croaks a tired hello and Aemond is already demanding answers, "you were with her at the Blue Ginger last night, correct?"

There is a moment of silence. There was no need for clarification for Aegon to understand what the seven hells his younger brother was on about.

Daemon arrives at the museum, in his black three piece, black trilby, and dark red shades. He adjusts his glasses. For once in his life is damned annoyed by his unmissably strong presence.

Immediately, this steward walks over to him, her eyes roving all over, brows raised in inquisition. He doesn't let her speak to him, a finger raise is enough to silence her. He states that he had business with a professor and asks where he could find her.

He wastes no more time than necessary, heading off to the direction he was given.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, paying no heed to the people who spot and gawk at him, wondering louder than they should about who exactly he was. He makes his way upstairs and goes down the hall as he was told.

His cool composure is completely destroyed when he sees the person standing at the end.

"Daemon," I mutter sparing not a second's thought as I run over to him, not caring that I was in heels, or in a dress, or even that my perfectly restyled hair was being ruined.

Tears begin to prick at my eyes all over again. After all my talk in front of the mirror not to ruin my redone makeup, I couldn't bring myself to care in this moment.

Daemon strides over to me, quickening into a jog as he removes his hat and sunglasses, sighing heavily as his lips curve into a smile. He outstretches his arms in anticipation.

Aemond, catching the quick blur from the window, stops what he is doing and runs outside.

Quickly, and all at once, I am upon him.

Our chests collide with a thud, our limbs wrap around each other tightly. We bury ourselves into each other's necks, basking in the affection, in the scent of each other, in the warmth.

I cannot help but sob onto him.

He instinctively hushes me, lifting me off my feet as he does, "hush, little one, I am here. I am here. Lykiri."

I pathetically sob into his collar, "I missed you so much."

Daemon tightens his grip on me. He mutters in High Valyrian, "I missed you like I've been waiting a thousand years."

I choke as I brush my nose against him, "2000."

When he tries to pull away, I nearly scream in protest, "please don't pull away! Please."

Daemon sighs and leans down, allowing me to stand on my feet. He was so familiar to me, so much so I recognized his impeding action. I felt him brush his hands down to my waist. I knew exactly what he was going to do. I jump when he bends to grab me, carrying me into his arms. I tightly wrap my legs around his waist and nuzzle against him. Daemon cradles my thighs and nuzzles all the same.

Aemond had seen enough from the end of the hall at this point. He regrets spending his free time doing errands as he waited for his professor. He keeps his gaze on the floor as he quickly makes his way down the hall to leave, somewhere far-- as far as his legs would take him. He is all but ignored as the heavily infatuated couple pass him.

"My office is the last one," I mutter against Daemon's neck, eyes closed, finger tips massaging his scalp.

I open my eyes to check if he got the right room. He did.

A part of me is concerned when I do not see my favorite apprentice. The thought quickly evaporates when I am propped on a desk and hungrily kissed.

I moan on instinct when our lips connect. I readily return his fervor just as hungrily. My heart is thundering in my ribcage as his large hands rub up and down my back. I pull him closer, tightening my legs around him, tugging at the roots of his hair. He moans. Gods I've missed that sound.

I pull away from him when his hands trail down my thighs, attempting to hike my skirt up.

"Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes," I mutter softly, placing my hands atop his.

No, my dragon.

Daemon pulls back and huffs heavily, the heat of his breath brings goosebumps on my skin. He looks down at me, violet eyes blown, lips stained with my lipstick, a predator, made tame only by the call of his mate.

He kneads at my flesh, leaning closer, brushing his nose against mine, "I promise you'll like it," he leans deeper between my legs, "I'll make it quick, so no one sees," he steals a kiss on my lips, "you were made for my eyes only."

I wrap my arms around his torso, leaning into his chest as I shake my head in disagreement, "Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes," I repeat in his mother tongue, continuing all the same, "I don't want to rush you. I want to savor you completely and recount every inch of you."

He curses in the same language, calling out my name like a prayer, He kisses me deeply.

Daemon pulls back to bring his lips on my cheek, my jaw, my neck, then the back of my hand. He rubs my knuckles as he takes me in. I bring one hand to his cheek, in utter disbelief that I had him here with me finally, that he was here, right in front of me.

My spirit leaves me when he gets on his knee and pulls out a box from his pocket.

"Daemon-"

"Never before have I ever felt such feelings for anything, for anyone," Daemon looks up at me with wide violet eyes as he slowly opens the box. I stare at the large emerald cut ruby. It was as red as blood, as clear as day.

He speaks my name, like he burned it into his tongue, like it is the most scared sound in the world, "gaomagon nyke se greatest rigle hen becoming ñuha ābrazȳrys."

My lips part and my chest inflates and deflates.

Do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife.

He didn't even ask.

In the intensity of it all, my quivering lips curve at his words. My nostrils flare in amusement.

How very Daemon of him.

I slide down to my feet and reach out to him. He takes my hand with a hopeful look. My hand lands back on his cheek. He moves to pull the ring out as he grabs the palm on his face. "No, Daemon," is all it takes for him to crumble before me. I push the jewel back in its place and close the box.

Daemon's brows furrow as he watches me pull the wheeled desk chair back and sit there before him.

The prince's eyes and cheeks are wet with tears. The sight is soul destroying.

He clenches his jaw as he places his hands on my thighs, shifting down on both his knees, "why not?" He asks this so helplessly that it strikes a chord in my heart because it sounded so much like his cries, at least the ones that I heard in my last moments before coming back to life, seeing he traded his breath for mine.

I grab his face, shaking my head as I lean towards him, "I am yours, Daemon.; before you were even born, I was yours. Nothing in this world, old or new, will ever change that."

"Then why would you," he heaves a moment to catch his breath, hanging his head low, "deny me this?"

"Daemon, look at me," I call, lifting his head up, "this magic between us," I speak carefully, "this will never change. My heart has broken a million times, but you have remained my beacon of light.

His face scrunches, he shakes his head. I can tell there is a veil of confusion covering his mind and yet he is trying to understand.

I cup his cheeks, "that may not have changed, but the world has. I do not wish to cause you strife where strife should not be welcome. The world is looking at you now, more than ever before."

He clenches his jaw, "I don't fucking care how many worlds watch me while I shit," his nostrils flare, "I want you, I need you, I l-"

He looks physically pained when he stops himself from continuing.

"Daemon," I uttered, "tell me, what did Viserys say about this?"

Daemon recoils. A shiver runs down his spine as his face hardens with betrayal. His hands grip my wrists tightly, "it nary matters what my brother thinks-- he doesn't think, he only tells me what to do."

"My love," I frown, "the king only acts the way he does in his care for you."

"You know NOTHING of my brother!" he snarls, face reddening in rage, shoving my hands off him, "do not come to me all sage about him."

I withdraw from him, straightening in my chair, sighing as I place my hands on my lap, "you can bare your teeth at me all you want, but your fangs are cannot pierce me. You are a toothless babe in my eyes."

Daemon's cheeks twitches. His breath struggles. He drops the box on the floor with little care. I internally cringe at the sound of it.

"Daemon," I huff, "I know you only want the approval of your brother," I add, lowering my head to him, "I know it hurt you when he forbade you to go through with your plan."

He looks away, tears steaking his cheeks. He levels his breathing. He releases his tension and sinks on his knees. He doesn't look at me when he pulls me close to him by my calves and drops his head on my thighs. I feel dampness pool on my clothes. I begin to comb through his blonde hair. He grabs at my skirt helplessly, "he thinks me a fool, the king... a puppet, desperately in need of a puppet master."

"You know that's not true," I respond in High Valyrian.

"How do you know!?" Daemon lifts his head, hands taking mine tightly. His voice is shrill, it's defensive and challenging. And yet he repeats the same words, "how do you know?" voice soft, wondering and desperate.

I rub his wrist with my thumbs, "it will take more than my lunch break for me to explain it."

Daemon straightens up, immediately concerned, "no. No, you cannot leave me. You cannot make me leave. I-"

"I'm not leaving you," I grasp him tightly, "and I will never make you leave," I continue in High Valyrian, "no one said anything about leaving."

Daemon clenches his jaw, he shifts his hands in mine, linking our fingers together. He desperately adds in his mother tongue, "I will die if you do not become my bride."

I cannot help the chuckle that leaves me when I hear his words. I tighten my grip on him, then feel a foreign object on his pinkie. I turn to his hand and see the iron ring on it. My breath hitches. It is the exact same ring he had before. What a marvel that it's intact after millennia.

I pull away my hands. Daemon starts, not liking the idea of losing contact. His settles slightly when gaze turns to where mine was and he sees me pull the ring off his finger.

"Hen lantoti ānogar, v sȳndroti vāedroma," I start, slipping the ancient piece of jewelry bearing his family's sigil on my ring finger, "mēro perzot gīhoti, elēdroma iārza sīr," I look up to him, "izulī ampā perzī,--"

"--prūmī lanti sēteksi, hen jenȳ māzīlarion," Daemon joins, expression perking, "qēlossa ozūndesi, sȳndroro ōñō jēdo," he brings his hands to my cheeks and leans his head against mine, "rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi."

Blood of two, joined as one, ghostly flame, and song of shadows, two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires, a future promised in glass, the stars stand witness, the vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.

I gasp when Daemon's lips crashes into mine. His hands dart down to my hind, pulling me close to him, trapping his body between my legs once more.

We only break away in desperation for air.

"We are wed," I mutter, pressing another kiss upon his, "here and now I am your bride and you are my groom. We are wed. The gods are our witnesses." I brush my nose against his, closing my eyes, "the wedding can wait, but from now on you are mine."

"Mine," he repeats, lips curving upward, "my bride," Daemon brushes my hair back, "I would die if I ever witness your pretty finger naked of my ring." He takes my ring clad hand, kissing the skin at the back.

"Please," I shake my head, "stop with that talk," I mutter, brows furrowing, "I forbid you from doing anything that would ever lead you to death. I will not know what to do with myself if I lose you all-"

I am cut off when Daemon crushes me into a tight embrace. I relax against him, tightening my arms around him.

"You will not escape me," Daemon mutters, sinking his face in the crook of my neck, "you will never evade me. I will be your air, your ground, your thoughts, your dreams."

My stomach is in a flurry. My head is swimming in everything that is him.

"My love," he sighs, "my wife," he finishes his thoughts in High Valyrian, "there would be no world worth living if I do not have you."

I cannot help the tears that fall onto his neck. I kiss his skin and sigh in content, "I am so happy that you found me, my dragon."

"As am I," he hums, "and I will never lose you ever again."

[sapphire-writes]

Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

pairing: Aegon x Sister!Wife!Reader word count: 0.6k warnings: reader is Aegon's sister wife, language note: Hope you enjoy 💚 masterlist

“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening. 

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family. 

But not tonight. 

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you? 

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her. 

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?” 

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother. 

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent. 

“What?” 

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you. 

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra. 

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid. 

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra. 

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.” 

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare. 

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.” 

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders. 

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.  

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears. 

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face. 

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise. 

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. 

“A marvelous toast.”

[writingsofwesteros]

rhae’s step twin brother fucking alicent while rhaenyra watches? i can imagine nyra being bratty so step bro decides to punish her by making her watch him fuck his best friend

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“This could have been you.” You hummed over to Rhaenyra. Her eyes were still so wide since she had walked in on the situation. Alicent’s moans echoed around the room as she whimpered; her hands clutched into the sheets. She was on her hands and knees as your thick, hard cock filled her.

“I do not want you.” Rhaenyra nearly snarled. Her eyes were on fire as her hair was left in a loose bun. She couldn’t take her eyes off Alicent who was bouncing back on your cock now that her shyness had been fucked from her. “Oh, I don’t mean me.” You purred; taunting Rhaenyra with a growing smirk.

You watched as her face dropped slightly. Alicent was far too gone in the pleasure you were giving her to realise. You raised an eyebrow as your smirk never left your face. Oh, how you were going to play with her; with the both of them, you thought as your hand slowly moved up Alicent’s back.

“She’s pretty, is she not?” You purred; tugging on those glorious locks and tugging Alicent. Her bare, soft body was on full display as you pulled her against your chest. Rhaenyra could not even pretend she was not staring as her eyes moved over her friend’s body. Once upon a time, Alicent would be blushing; but her pleasure was too much.

“Yes…” Rhaenyra nearly snarled. Her annoyance was quite clear and you were enjoying this a little too much. Alicent’s walls clamped down on your cock as your thrusts only quickened. “Has she not been paying attention to you?” You purred into Alicent’s ear as her head lolled back onto you.

Her big, brown eyes rolled as your lager hand moved over her stomach. “Hmm?” You whispered. “No…” Alicent finally whimpered out. The sound of her wetness echoing around the room as you continued fucking her. Her sweet gasps music to your ears as you locked onto Rhaenyra once more.

“Poor thing…all alone.” You hummed as her moans continued. Your hand slowly moved down her body now; gently cupping her weeping pussy that you were stuffing. Rhaenyra’s eyes followed your movement and you noticed her thighs rubbing together. The act only had you smirking even more.

“You should of seen her, Nyra…fucking squirting on my cock before.” You whispered out; taunting them both as Alicent began to whimper now. Her blush came over her cheeks as Rhaenyra softly gasped out. “Did you know she could do this?” You couldn’t help but tease some more.

Rhaenyra could only shake her head as she watched the display in front of her. You noticed the thin layer of her dress showing off her pebbling nipples without care. “Yes..I imagine you are busy with..is it Criston or Harwin now?” You hummed. Alicent whimpered as your fat head pushed against her spongy spot.

“Shh…I’ve got you.” You purred. The sound of your bodies slapping together echoed around the room as your hand moved over her mouth now. The moans falling from her muted if only for the moment. “Fuck, she’s tight….a sweet, little virgin she was.” You whispered over Alicent’s head towards Nyra.

“Y/N…” Rhaenyra began. She shuffled in her seat as she gulped. “You wanted to be a brat.” You hummed over to her. Your free hand moved over to Alicent’s bouncing breast and you began to harshly palm at her. Her body was beginning to shake now as her stomach tightened in pleasure.

“Are you going to cum again, sweet girl?” You whispered into her ear. Tugging her hair once more; you passionately captured her lips. Your eyes never moving from Rhaenyra as you tongue fucked her best friend. Alicent was near drooling as she whimpered against your lips some more.

Those big eyes of hers could only stare up at you as her breathing became heavy. Your own stomach was tightening as you quickened your thrusts. “Good girl…” You whispered your praises still. You had quickly realised it was Alicent’s downfall and with a father like hers; you knew why.

“Look at her.” You whispered into Alicent’s ear as your movements never stopped. You jackhammered inside her without stopping as you began to chase your own release. Their eyes locked on as Rhaenyra’s hands tightened their hold on the chair; just as you had ordered. “Cum for me.” You ordered the sweet doe you had in your hands.

“Fucking going to breed her - then she’ll be mine.” You hummed; threatening them both as you moaned out. Alicent’s walls fluttered around your cock at your words whilst Rhaenyra could only stare wide eyed at you. “You wouldn’t…” She finally whispered out in near shock as Alicent fell apart.

“Oh, you really should not have said that.” You purred. You slapped Alicent’s arse, causing her to cry out before falling head first into the sheets before her. She began to squirt around your cock once more whilst you only fucked her through her orgasm. Your smirk still on place as you quickened your thrusts.

For a moment; you lost yourself. Rhaenyra fell away from you as you roughly palmed Alicent’s arse. You spread her cheeks apart to watch as you slipped inside her with ease. Her wetness coating your length and falling onto the sheets now. “Fuck, that’s it..such a dirty girl.” You purred down at her.

The words had her shivering as you bullied her spongy spot some more. All Alicent could do was hiccup in pleasure again and again in tune to your own thrusts. It was not long before you were filling her up. Your cum flooding her. A ring of cream moving around your cock as you still gently moved.

“Fuck, yes…god…” You moaned; slapping her arse once more. She whimpered and clutched at the sheets as you gently removed yourself. Alicent was far too gone now as you chuckled. “Clean her up.” You ordered Rhaenyra without taking your eyes off the ruined beauty in front of her. 

“Wha…” Her words began but all it took was one look and she was slowly moving towards Alicent. You guided Rhaenyra to her knees before forcibly pushing her towards Alicent’s weeping pussy. Your own hand moved to your soft cock and you began to fist yourself. Your cum moving into Rhaenyra’s mouth had you hardening.

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CHAPTER I : The meeting of eyes

In the year 105, King Viserys organized moments of rejoicing for the birth of his future child, whom he said was the male heir. Rhaenyra 15 years towards his 16th year Nymeria 13 years towards his 14th year

PRINCESS POV

My mind frees as I observe the wings of my dragon getting lost in the clouds having its scale color, Nightmares seems to enjoy the flight although pressed by Syrax behind him who is doing everything to catch up with us.

Starting the day with a dragon race with my eldest is one of the best ways to spend the day. His dragon is bigger than mine in age but mine is taller and wider, its wings more spread than those of Syrax the golden dragon make it fast and agile.

Nightmares growls in the clouds as I dive through them allowing us to see King’s Landing, King’s Landing and the sea around us. The locals pay no heed to the dragons flying overhead, although they roar and growl in unison. Soon we arrive at the Dragonpit and my dragon's large wings make the dust rise. His landing makes the ground vibrate from his weight and he roars in victory because we have won my sister.

A smile hangs on my lips as I climb off him while stroking his long gray-white neck. He simpers a little with his blue gaze in mine as I laugh at my victory.

-Princess, I think it would be good if we allocated a new cave for Nightmares; he is getting too big for a closed cell, I would recommend an open cell. Meivos the goalkeeper intervenes

I nod positively towards the guardian, my hand warm on my dragon's scale and he does the same. Soon the ground is struck by the presence of Syrax and her dragon rider, the golden dragon roars in frustration something that can only make me laugh, and Rhaenyra gets off her, stroking her scales.

-It's nothing, we'll win another day. She whispers

The dragons easily surrender to the guardians and I turn to my sister with a big smile on my lips.

-I got you.

She laughs while pushing me then takes off her gloves with a blissful smile on her lips.

-He will become as big as Caraxes, your dragon.

-I hope so. I respond by taking her by the shoulders, a big smile stretching my lips

Rhaenyra greets the head of our father's Royal Guard and then runs towards her best friend Lady Alicent who is waiting for her in the carriage. I walk past them, glancing in greeting at the daughter of the Hand of the King.

-Did you enjoy your walk, Princess Nymeria? She asks with a beautiful smile

-I enjoyed it, thank you Lady Alicent. I answer as someone brings me my horse

I mount my pitch-black stallion without meeting my big sister's eyes. Not a day goes by without Rhae asking me to be more open with others, to get out of my books and open up to the people of this palace and to her friend. I just don't have time for that, I'm focused on my mother's fate, my apprenticeship, and my future trips if possible.

I leave the two young women there while my horse trots before galloping through the streets of the city. Freedom and the wind tangle my curly hair even more and I think my curls escaped from my thin braid once I passed the gates of the Red Keep.

-Ser Erryck, thank you for the welcome. I smile as I get off my horse while he holds the reins

-The Princess left early this morning. Said the man with the big beard like a Dotraki

-I have a lot of things planned before the Lords arrive for the big celebration. I explain as he entrusts my stallion to the squires

Following me closely, my faithful guard Ser Erryck Cargyll asks no more questions, following me wherever I go. We pass by my mother's rooms and he stops in front of the door before knocking on it announcing me.

-Mother, I said as I returned, I am back.

I see her laying on her sofa bed a fan in her hand as beautiful as the sunrise. The strongest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. When she sees me, her pale blue eyes light up and she holds out her hand to me, which I grab while sitting down in an armchair.

-How is my little dragon? She asks a suffering smile

My pale purple gaze slowly darkens as I look at her closer, she is so unwell, and no one wishes to free her from the burden she carries on her shoulders, the conception of a male heir.

-I'm fine mother, flying then galloping, are the best activities to start the day. I respond by stroking his thumb

She smiles at me again, standing up with a grunt and I quickly get up to support her, the servants doing the same. My mother suffers enormously, between unfinished pregnancies, babies who died in childbirth, it is the Gods who prevent her from going through it.

-I pray that the Gods help you mother to get through this ordeal. I breathe while taking a glass of water from him

She takes it with a grateful but grimacing smile as I sit up again running my hands through my completely disheveled hair.

-The Seven? she asks in a sly tone

I run away from his gaze, untangling my braid, letting go of my hair to drink from my glass, a laughing smile on my lips.

My Faith is not with the Seven Gods of these lands, but with the Gods of Ancient Valyria to the great dismay of many Maesters.

-My darling daughter, you should probably take a bath for the dragon scent before tonight, and comb her hair. Advises Queen Aemma to have a more serious look on her face

I stand up to kiss the forehead of the love that gave me life, then head towards the door, nodding.

-I promise mother, only I have to go to the Library, Lady Talyssa is waiting for me there.

-Good learning, my dear.

I close the door smiling at my knight as we head into the Library. Today I am wearing my mother's colors of pale blue, the dress is embroidered in gold, the blue fabric running down to my feet. My curly hair flows over my shoulders and back and the Lords and Ladies of the court bow to my presence, even my shadow.

Finally we arrive in front of the door of the Great Library where my friend and lady-in-waiting, Lady Talyssa, is waiting for me in the company of Maester Aerys.

When they see me, they both turn around and bow, which makes me laugh and roll my eyes.

-No need for that and you know it, I said, stepping forward with my hands clasped in front of me. So where are we?

-The Iron Islands your Highness. The Maester answers me

I like to educate myself, to learn a little more about what constitutes the Kingdom and what lies beyond it, what happened before us, our history.

So I immerse myself in my studies, marking, reading, discussing, to try to put everything together and understand better. When the Sun is high in the sky the servants bring us something to eat, and I barely touch my meal because I am so focused. Lady Talyssa, whose red hair is braided on her head, consults with equal devotion using her blue eyes the books in front of her.

That's how we met, in a library. She had escaped from the group of Lady sent by Tarth to court. I found him in the Great Library reading and looking at the maps. Since that day she has become my lady in waiting and my best friend. We never left each other, and I promised him that together we would travel a lot.

Night falls quickly without me even being able to see it coming, the Maester puts away the books while I still try to decode the language of the Dotraki, one of the most difficult languages ​​to learn. The sound of the door opening doesn't distract me, but my oldest's words do.

-Nymeria, we are expected, and you promised mom to take a bath because of the smell of the dragon. She growls with her hands on her hips

-Excuse me. I stand up to greet each person present

We run towards my apartments where the bath is already ready but probably lukewarm. I quickly undress, forgetting that the servants are there, then dive into my bath, asking for the sponge to soap me.

I hadn't noticed that it was late, I risked making us late. Damn Nymeria.

Once bathed, I am helped to put on my dress for the big bath. A white dress with puffed sleeves and a collar embroidered in red with dragons on it, a golden belt falls from my hips, it is fine and in harmony with the golden designs on my arms.

While Bila does my hair with two small braids gathered at the back that flow over the rest of my silver curly hair, I put on my rings and a beautiful pair of earrings.

-You are ready Princess. Said Eila one of my ladies as she finished tying my shoes

-Thank you girls, you are fast. I sincerely thank you before looking in the mirror

A beautiful Targaryen Princess, a true beauty, that's what my father says, and my uncle and my mother keep repeating. They never cease to salute our unreal and celestial beauty.

-My sister, we are expected. Rhae jumps impatiently

She is thirsty to see the crowd, thirsty to see people celebrating even if her heart keeps reminding her of our mother who is forced to be present this evening despite her suffering.

Rhaenyra is dressed in a golden dress flowing down to her straight feet, there are red trims on her dress and her hair is styled in a braid gathered into a beautiful back bun. Bejeweled I can notice the new necklace on her neck and see how proud she is to wear it. I can smell my uncle there without even seeing him, and Nyra meets my gaze.

-We'll discuss it later, she said, touching the necklace, father is waiting for us. She continues, pulling me with her hand

All the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms are present, even those coming from the North. Our arrival, although late, will be noticed and all eyes will be on us judging by the noise behind its doors.

-Ser Erryck is my mother already in the room? I ask looking at the door

-She is, Princess. My KingGuard answers me.

I swallow as does Nyra who holds my hand encouraging me to go. Ser Erryck asks for the door to be opened and the sight of all these people seated at a table for a newborn who has not yet arrived almost turns my stomach.

Our arrival makes noise, the benches push each other, the cries settle down to a faint whisper as my sister and I cross the room, at the same time the valet announces our titles.

-Princess Rhaenyra and Princess Nymeria Targaryen, daughters of King Viserys I and his Lady, Queen Aemma.

My mother's eyes shine as she sees us walking with our heads held high, while everyone around us lowers them. Nyra and I are one in these moments, even if we are different, both physically and personally. Where Rhaenyra is sophisticated and dazzling, I am natural and simple, but I excel in knowledge while my sister doesn't like studying.

I can see my uncle Daemon smiling at us and I smile back happy to see him. Quickly my sister and I took our respective places. I furtively kiss my mother's forehead before letting my gaze wander over the guests refusing to listen to my father and his dream story once again.

Quickly I find the Northern table and I observe Lord Rickon Stark with his bannermen, next to him, a young man with closed faces and neutral looks is painted in front of me. He looks at the king with a blank expression and alone reflects the Northern beauty, rustic, virile, but with attractive features. His hair is shaved on the sides but braids adorn his head with a small beard his ringed hands are clasped in front of him.

-To the Queen! Do they all shout?

I jump when I hear them, fear painting my face cutting me off from my adoration of the Nordien. Nyra gives me a sideways glance as she sits down and I do the same. How many people noticed my daydream?

I am between my mother and my uncle Daemon, my eldest is between my father and my mother.

My mother, this pure diamond, smiles despite her great fatigue and suffering, dressed like a Queen and wearing her hair like one, she thanks each Lord and Lady who comes to greet her and shower her with gifts.

Discreetly while we are being served the good dishes, I squeeze his hand under the table which attracts his attention. If only she could speak High Valyrian we could have spoken out loud and not whispered.

-How are you ? I ask in one breath

A tender smile appears on his face and his hand caresses my cheek tenderly.

-I'm fine, my miracle, after eating I'll retire to my apartments, the party won't be too long for me. Does she reassure me

I nod gently, turning back to my plate, getting ready to eat. Only I have no appetite, I only eat a little bread and cheese, my turkey and the game hunted for this evening remain intact on my plate.

I huff terribly from boredom, and the guests are already dancing downstairs, Rhaenyra has already lured Alicent for a dance and I enjoy watching them. My eyes fall on the Northerners, and what I see arouses my curiosity. They are loud, and only talk to each other, they are respectful to the maids although some are drunk, but they show no signs of disrespect.

My gaze again finds this same young man next to the Lord of Winterfell, he also laughs, relaxing the features of his face, and while many will think that his features are boorish or brutal, I find them attractive and full of mystical beauty. He looks like a young warrior straight out of my story and poetry books.

My gaze stays on him, and my throat goes dry as I can't look away, behind me I can hear Ser Erryck asking me if everything is okay, but I don't think I really answered.

-His name is Cregan Stark dear niece, he is the future Lord of Winterfell and Governor of the North.

My uncle's voice startles me and I turn quickly towards him. His childish, sly smile that almost never leaves his face when he faces me welcomes me.

-You scared me, Uncle Daemon. I respond by pushing him a little

His laugh makes me laugh, he has always managed to make me laugh even when I am concentrated in my studies, he is the one who relaxes us in times as oppressive as tonight.

-And you, you are almost drooling on the Northerners' table. Daemon mocks

I feel the blush rising in my face and look away from my uncle to look at them again, young Cregan Stark does not move from his remaining seat with his father while others from his table go off to dance.

-He must be in his tenth and eighth year, and he is very tense. His fighting skills are exemplary and worthy of a true warrior. Continue my uncle always with this sly smile

-Why tell me all this? I finally ask looking at him again

His smile widened.

-And take off that smile if you want. I blush even more

-You are so curious, my dear niece, I thought you would like to know more about the young Lord. He replies, shrugging his shoulders.

I lower my eyes to answer.

-Perhaps you are not wrong, uncle.

Daemon bursts into loud laughter and even though the music is loud, some people notice him, including young Stark. My body becomes one with the chair now that I meet his black gaze as deep as the night. He doesn't smile, only nods at me and I do the same, watching him then turn to his father to argue.

-You got me noticed. I scold annoyed at my uncle

-A good point for you, it will be easier for you now to ask him to dance. He said, winking at me.

My fist goes to his shoulder and he laughs a little more calming down, then out of nowhere he pulls out a small bag and hands it to me.

-Gifts from my travels, hoping that they will allow me to be forgiven for my indiscretion.

I can see my mother glancing at the bag containing the presents my uncle gave me, though she's not worried about what he might give Rhaenyra because usually they're jewelry, she's Worried about me because my uncle is bringing me more masculine gifts.

My eyes light up when I first take out a magnificent compass and when I open it tears almost fall.

-It's made of pure gold, I couldn't help but draw your Dragonstone marker above the hands. He explains

Indeed the mark of all Targaryens is engraved on the top face inside the compass, the hands can point to all the kingdoms of the Seven Kingdoms and the worlds explored by man thanks to the drawing on it.

-She is magnificent, uncle. I thank the throat tied with emotion

-If you like it, I'll be delighted. He said with a sincere smile

A muffled noise cuts off our discussion and I turn to my mother who gets up as discreetly as possible. I waste no time and get up to help him as best I can.

-Don't get up Prince Daemon, she said, stopping Daemon who was heading towards her, I want to go out discreetly, without attracting more attention.

Daemon nods and my mother smiles gratefully at him before slipping into the arms of her ladies who carefully guide her towards her chambers. I sit back down, not without looking at her until she disappears from my field of vision.

-Ser Erryck? I call softly but firmly

-Yes Princess? The guard kneels to be at my height

-Follow my mother until she returns to her chambers, then please come back, I want to make sure the ride goes well.

My gaze meets his and he responds with a nod before walking towards my mother. Despite the presence of my most faithful companion, I do not feel reassured.

-Everything will be fine, my little traveler, your mother is strong, and your knight is with her. Daemon reassures me

-Thank you Uncle, I smile.

-Now that no one is really looking at us and your knight is not here, here is your second gift.

Daemon takes out a long leather sleeve from his large bag at the foot of the table and my heart panics.

-It is…

-Take it out, but discreetly. Daemon whispers

I look around making sure no one is looking at me then I caress the leather before grabbing the gift's grip. I take a sword out of the sheath, and my eyes flow with tears that I hold back. It is medium but large, a gold bracelet surrounds the leather sleeve its touch is almost like that of dragon scales, and the blade is as thin as a needle. The Targaryen symbol sits on top of it and I can't help but widen my eyes.

-It’s Valyrian steel. I whisper amazed

-Yes, like Dark Sister. Now put that blade away before someone confiscates it from you.

I put away my beautiful sword, and jump into the arms of my surprised uncle, who hugs me protectively.

-Thank you uncle, I will never forget this gift. I thank him with tears in my eyes

-You’re welcome, little traveler, now go and enjoy the evening, or the cards that I had delivered to your rooms. He said with a wink.

I jump out of my chair not without kissing his forehead, I greet my father with a gentle bow before kissing his cheek then, with Ser Erryck at my side, I head to my room where my new cards are waiting for me, my sword and my compass upon me.

Only, as I stay up in the late evening lit by the candles in my room, the look of young Stark haunts my vision and my thoughts. I can't get rid of him, I force myself to forget him but his look dominates my thirst for knowledge. Exhausted, my eyes red from the effort, I go to my bed and collapse from fatigue, and my last vision are his eyes.

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The Pact | Aegon Targaryen Modern!AU (Part Three)

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Pairing: modern!Aegon Targaryen II x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI swearing. Mild slowburn. Overall bad writing. this is my ‘rom com’ fic so please expect rom com level corniness.

Note: Sorrryyy for building this up so much I’ve been going through it besties. Thank you for all the love and I hope you enjoy this.

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Looking back on it now, you couldn’t remember a time where a building looked so daunting. Even when you had first moved into the building with Dalton three summers back, it hadn’t made your stomach churn like it does now. In fact, you can hardly remember moving in in detail. The process had been severely underwhelming, and it had happened in the blink of an eye. I guess that was one thing that could hold a candle to how you were feeling now. 

Why the hell is everything happening so fast? 

Just three days ago, you had been in your flat surrounded by everything you’d grown accustomed to being around everyday. Just three days ago, you thought you were in a committed relationship. You were wrong. You couldn’t wait for this to be over. The only thing worse than sneaking into the flat you already paid this month's rent on to break all of your personal belongings out, was if you would have had to do it alone.

Toned, Slender arms drape over your shoulders from behind, snapping you out of your haze. Daeron leans his head against yours. “He’s not in there,” he assures you softly. “He’s at work, just like you said.”

You nod, half heartedly paying attention, neck craning up at the towering building. “He’s at work,” you repeat, mostly to yourself. 

Another hand finds the back of your elbow – Lucerys’ hand – and he squeezes softly. “We’ll be in and out faster than the bastard will know what’s hit him.”

You offer them a warm smile, rubbing your sweaty palms against your denim shorts nervously. “Let’s do this shit.” 

Your friends had pulled out all the stops to make sure that getting out of that flat went as smoothly as possible. Helaena and Daeron had offered up their cars, each of a decent size, and designated them for moving your belongings. Aegon had rented a pick up truck for some of your bulkier furniture. Helaena had found a moving company that rented out plastic moving totes for three gold dragons a day, each stack coming with a rolling cart, and Baela and Jace stayed behind at the townhouse to clean up your old room (when Aegon said he hadn’t touched it in nearly four years, he meant it.) 

Sandbox love truly never dies, and you found yourself grateful that you had found the greatest support system you could ever have at such a young age, and that they had stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Alright, team!” Rhaena grabs everyone's attention by clapping her hands together three times. “Operation: Free My Girl Y/N is now in effect. I want everyone to listen up, Helaena and I are on bathroom and bedroom duty, I want Aegon, Luke, and Dae on furniture, Y/N wants her couch, her bookshelf, her desk, any art supplies you see, and a couple things out of the bedroom. Anything that looks like someone with taste bought it is going in the truck.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Aegon mock salutes her.

“You need to wait until Y/N clears out her desk and bookshelf so worry about those last,” she says pointedly. “Aemond, you’re the only one here I trust with glass, so you grab any dishes and nick-nacks that are hers.” 

“You got it, Rhae,” he replies cooly, hands crossed behind his back.

“You’re so hot when you’re bossy,” you quip, and she shoots you a suggestive wink.

“Other than that, once we think we’ve got everything, we’ll do a quick run through to double check, and we are outta this bitch,” she holds her hand out for you to take, and you gladly do. “Does anyone not understand their job?” When there are no objections, you lead them through the lobby, and the seven of you and your moving equipment cram into the newly repaired elevator. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Daeron and Luke did a ‘sweep’ of the one bedroom flat the second the door was unlocked. Their hands were folded to look like handguns as they maneuvered theatrically through the four small rooms you had once taken shelter in. Luke lifted his hand to clutch the air by his shoulder, speaking into it like it was a walkie. “Coast is clear. Tactical team move in, let's go.” 

“Affirmative,” Daeron responded, mimicking radio static with his mouth as he did. You shook your head, a miniscule smirk playing at your lips as you made your way to your desk, and the gang got to work.

Everyone kept to themselves mainly, other than the occasional query of if something was for certain yours, they seemed to know you well enough to decipher on their own. 

It was alarming how quickly an entire era of your life could be packed into bins and whisked away. It was, as everything else had been these past few days, giving you whiplash. You could admit it to yourself, Dalton Greyjoy was nothing special. He wasn’t a good listener, or particularly doting, and he had barely been holding up his end of your partnership for the better half of four years, but he was yours. He was someone to come home to, he was a quiet night in, he was safe and boring, and maybe he was a little possessive sometimes, but he was all yours. That’s what you had convinced yourself, that the lackluster in your relationship was what you were supposed to feel. That it was safe. That you were comfortable. 

It was enough for you at the time, and you had just assumed it would be enough for him too. 

A warm, heavy hand slides over your back, snapping you out of your daze and pulling you back down to earth. “That's the last of the bins, but Rhaena wanted me to tell you to double check that we have everything,” Aegon’s voice is smooth and low as he leans against the doorframe beside you. “Still feeling okay?”

You nod halfheartedly. “It just sunk in,” your voice comes out scratchy and dry, like you hadn’t spoken in days, and you clear your throat. “Two hours is what it takes to pack up my whole life, just in case you were curious.”

He offers you a sympathetic smile. “Rhaena leads with an iron fist,” It’s an attempt to make you laugh, and if you hadn’t been so melancholic, you’re sure you would have. 

“I’m going to be twenty-seven soon,” you mumble. “I don’t have a plan. I moved to this city with no actual prospects, and no plan for what I’m going to do with my life and then I settled down with the first man to pay me any attention.” 

Aegon stays quiet as you swallow the lump in your throat. “And I finished school for what? I’m still working at The Golden Stag, I don’t even paint anymore, like it would make a difference if I did. I wasn’t any good.” 

The words stung like acid coming out. You had been painting since you gained the function of your motor skills. As you grew up, you’d painted everything – people, places, anything that caught your eye. Aegon knew that better than anyone, when he wasn’t modeling in front of your canvas he was right by your side watching. It was never anything but a passion to you, your mother had drilled it into your brain at a young age that no one ever found a decent career being a sub par painter, and with that turning it into a lifestyle became completely out of reach for you. Dreams of art school became chasing a business degree you had no want for. Your passion became a hobby, and that fact made you so miserable you couldn’t pick up a paintbrush anymore without feeling like a failure.

“Don’t say things like that. You are good,” he took hold of your shoulders, forcing you to face him but you could barely meet his eye. “And it makes a difference because it makes you happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You can’t stop the tears that are freely flowing now, but Aegon carefully brushes them away.Your forehead drops to rest against his warm, soft chest. “I do, but I don’t know how I let it get this bad. I don’t know how to fucking fix it.”

“Hey, do you want to know a secret?” he whispers, and you tilt your chin up to finally look right at him. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing either.”

You simper, a faint huff of a laugh pushing through your nostrils. “No way,” there’s a hint of playful sarcasm bubbling beneath the surface. “You?”

“I know, who would have guessed?” he nods affectionately, shrugging softly. “Guess what I do when I feel like I’m lost.”

“What?” you mutter, and if he hadn’t been holding you so close he might not have heard it.

“I call my best friend,” he soothes, causing an all encompassing warmth to spread through you. “And she picks up the phone every time and sure, maybe I still feel a little lost afterwards, but I don’t feel so small and I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

You draw a deep breath in, trying to expel all the heavy tension brewing in your chest. Of course Aegon knows all the right things to say to you to make it all feel a little bit lighter. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Aegon promises, pointing towards the door. “Those idiots downstairs aren’t going anywhere, so if you need to breathe, or to fall apart for a while then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll just take it one moment at a time.”

You’re quiet as you press the heels of your hands to your eyes, rubbing them, and wiping away your tear stained cheeks. “Tell me what you need right now and we’ll do it,” his words are patient and delicate. “Whatever comes after isn’t important yet.”

Your gaze breaks from his, and roams around the white walls that had been slowly but surely closing in on you without you really noticing, then it falls to the laminate floor beneath you, cold and hard and unforgiving. After what feels like too long, your contemplating eyes find him, warm and welcoming and truly safe. Your thoughts wander to the familiarity of the townhouse, and your rambunctious found family floors below you. 

“I just want to go home.”

He keeps his promise. He takes you there.

The moon is high in the sky when you’ve finished unpacking into your old room. Upon returning home to the townhouse, you find the real reason Baela and Jace have stayed behind to ‘clean’ was technically also a ploy for them to put together the bed and frame they had all got you as a gift. You found yourself crying freely at the heartfelt surprise and before you knew it, pizza was ordered, beers were opened, and Daeron and Luke had picked up interior decorating. 

Maybe it was something that could’ve been done with the same vigor as it had been packed with, but it's slow. It’s procrastinating, it’s laughing over nothing and everything, and taking prolonged breaks to lay on the floor and talk about life. It’s a form of therapy in itself, and you ponder how you survived so long without it. Maybe you didn’t, and that was the point, why it meant so much more to you now.

When the night eventually dwindles out into a close, hugs and sleepy goodbyes are exchanged, along with promises to see each other soon. For the first time in a while, you don’t worry that they’re promises you can’t make good on.

You’re eventually the only two tired bodies remaining, and Aegon plants a chaste kiss to your hairline and bids you goodnight, squeezing your hand before he stumbles into his room. You find your way to yours in the dark like it’s a muscle memory that you forgot you had, and you sink into your bed, a thick sleep creeps into your aching bones.

Yes, you were still lost. It was going to take time to feel like yourself again.

But you don’t feel so small anymore, and as you finally drift off you don’t feel so lonely either.

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Sugar Mommy Rhaenyra Part iii

pronouns: they them (afab in series' smut) warnings: nsfw section but not neccessary divider: firefly-graphics A/N: sorry this might be a bit short, i have had some internet problems but i intend to write up a part 4 as well so i hope you still enjoy! :)

It's terrifying when one day Rhaenyra wakes up and she misses your embrace more than she's missed anything or anyone.

Even though Daemon is at her back, arms around her and dotting kisses up her neck, there something missing–or rather someone

but she ignores it, hoping she'll forget about it for awhile, she leans into him and keeps her eyes closed, pretending that it's your lap that her head lays in instead of the pillow while her fingers grasp at her husband's hair

you're in her head even at the Iron Corp. meeting, the picture of your splayed out hair and dilated pupils digging through her brain until it finds a soft sponge of affection to poke at

"Rhaenyra?"

"Hm?" Her head snaps up to look into Corlys Velaryon's piercing stare. He looms sceptical with a single brow raised while Daemon shifts worriedly beside her, squeezing her thigh. She blinks rapidly to dispel the wanton thoughts and releases a nervous chuckle

she ignores Alicent's interrogative frown, her slender hand wrapping in her own

It's terrifying when one day Rhaenyra wakes up and she misses your embrace more than she's missed anything or anyone.

Even though Daemon is at her back, arms around her and dotting kisses up her neck, there something missing–or rather someone

but she ignores it, hoping she'll forget about it for awhile, she leans into him and keeps her eyes closed, pretending that it's your lap that her head lays in instead of the pillow while her fingers grasp at her husband's hair

you're in her head even at the Iron Corp. meeting, the picture of your splayed out hair and dilated pupils digging through her brain until it finds a soft sponge of affection to poke at

"Rhaenyra?"

"Hm?" Her head snaps up to look into Corlys Velaryon's piercing stare. He looms sceptical with a single brow raised while Daemon shifts worriedly beside her, squeezing her thigh. She blinks rapidly to dispel the wanton thoughts and releases a nervous chuckle

she ignores Alicent's interrogative frown, her slender hand wrapping in her own

all eyes dart to her, waiting, for what? she has no idea

Alicent leans into her ear, warm breath coaxing, "What do you think of Corlys' excellent proposal on stocks, Rhae?"

Rhaenyra clears her throat and nods, "Yes, yes, I think that if we..."

she has to shake herself awake after the board meeting, she can't think of anything but those doe eyes and your saccharine smile

so sweet just for her

she stares at her phone and bites her lips, it's been three days since Jace almost caught you both and you've definitely been avoiding her

she admires your loyalty but if you don't respond in the next to hours she might lose her mind...and so she makes the first desperate move

typing and retyping before eventually taking a deep breath

only her plans are foiled but not unwelcome when a familiar name enlightens her screen.

her eyes drink in the text with a relieved desperation

it's in seconds that she arranges a reply in agreement and bustles Daemon out of the house, luckily Harwin has the kids this week, inviting Aegon and Viserys for a sleepover

for the first time in a long while that you're staying in together

so she lets you in, you're wearing that stunning set of clothes she bought you (even the shimmering earrings)

and a long talk ensues

you set your new terms for this relationship and she's pleasantly surprised

you want to tell Jace

you can't keep it from him any longer and you won't

she's hesitant but agrees, taking your hand in hers and kissing the knuckles softly

"No more hiding." she promises you with a smile on her face

with the newfound vow, she squeezes you hand and guides you upstairs

a week passes before as usual, you arrive with Jace at his mum's place and absolutely trembling.

he pulls up and instantly grasps your shaking hand in his, piercing eye contact set on you

"What's wrong?" he asks instantly "Nothing," "Come on, I'm serious, you've been weird since you got that job. Be honest with me," His brows furrow and he squeezes your hands. He lowers his voice. "Is anyone harassing you because I'm not above walking down there right now and–" "No, no!" You assure him with wide eyes and a chuckle bubbling. "It's nothing like that I've just been..." You bite your lip as his stare deepens "I've been seeing someone." You relent anxiously and he visibly sighs in relief "Thank the Gods." He grins then nudges your side. "You better tell me all about them on the way back because I was pretty sure that you were gonna rock up to a nunnery sooner or later I don't think I've seen you talk about a date since Margaery Tyrell." You roll your eyes but it feels good to get off your chest, at least a little bit. You scoff "Yeah well maybe I like to keep my private life private." You tease and he instantly gapes in offence. "Hey I am...private." "You literally blurted about dating Sara in the middle of English." "Well that was an unfortunate lapse of judgement." Giggles pop from the both of you as the tranquil security settles over you both once more

when you slip through the front door, you tense again

Jace is bound to notice that there is a severe lack of his family other than his mother waiting impatiently in front of him, eager to demand an embrace and awkwardly shuffling him to the dining room

you both share a wary glance

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Something Familiar~Plus Sized! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Black! plus sized! reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra x reader

Genre: Modern AU, friends to lovers, College AU, Hurt and Comfort, Smut

Warnings: Smut, 18 + only.  Mentions of fatphobia, colorism and racism. 

Summary: After watching Rhaenyra go through a long string of lovers, you’re left with her on another winter weekend, a bi weekly girls night  that occurs throughout the semester. You find comfort and solace within her, confessions are made along with discovering things about each other.   

Word Count: 4, 124

Writer’s Note: I wished we got a more plus sized Rhaenyra from the books so here’s a bit of that here. I couldn’t get that damn SZA snl song out my head and thought what if Rhaenyra wanted a big girl herself and finding not just the perfect cuffing season partner, but an amazing partner in general. Hope you guys enjoy it!

“You sure you don’t want me to order in something for you?” Rhaenyra asked for the third time. 

You snuggled on the blue sofa with her large, golden stuffed dragon, Syrax and shook your head yet again. 

“I ate after class, like I said before, Rhae,” you said. “I’m fine.”

Rhaenyra frowned as she returned to her phone to type away at something, leaving you to her stuffed dragon and your thoughts. She looked quite cozy this evening: gray hoodie that pooled down to her knees, black sweat pants that brought out her curves and ass so well (a little too well but this was the first time in a long time you found yourself looking so hard). Her hair even looked effortless in a lazy updo of silver strands that always had you mesmerized. 

“Y/N, your last class ended at 3, it’s only 5 and we’ve got a long night of drinking and movie watching to get through,” she said. Her fingers still worked against her phone screen while she spoke. “And you need to eat again, so I’ve got a pizza ordered for us later. OK?”

You only shrugged, accepting your fate and held Syrax closer. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to eat, that asshole you went out on one date with still got to you. Rhaenyra must have caught on to your troubled demeanor, already stepping over to the couch and taking the spot next to you. 

“What’s wrong?” she said. Her purple eyes shined with concern, they were a bit light from this close, not that you were paying too much attention to them. “Did you want something else?”

“No, pizza is fine. It’s not about that,” you said. 

“Then what?” Rhaenyra whined. “Did finals go to shit? Did some asshole hit your bike again.” 

“No, but there was an asshole,” you said. You fidgeted with your fingers as you continued. “Remember that guy I met at the bar?”

Rhaenyra nodded and placed her hand on her temple. 

“Red Keep, yeah?” she said. “Was it that broody, handsome guy? Crispin?”

“Criston,” you said, correcting her. “Yeah, the first few dates went well. Charming as he was when I saw him but...”

You trailed off at the thought of him and his abhorred attitude. Rhaenyra laced her hands together with yours, a look of fierceness overtook her face. 

“What did that fucker do?” she said. “If he hurt or touched you--”

“He didn’t.” you said. “Well, not physically at least. He started pestering me about weight and losing it soon before he wanted to take me out to more fancy places and even accused me of giving it up too fast when I just wanted to kiss him. He mentioned how Black girls were easy and I just walked away from it. He looked unstable when I did so I blocked him on all socials”

Rhaenyra blinked. You thought she didn’t hear you, but her face told you all you needed to know: it was bunched up in fury. Her hands went to the pockets of her hoodie, yanking out her cell phone.

“Rhae, what are you doing?”

“Getting Harwin to beat his ass,” she said. “Maybe even Daemon, he still has a soft spot for you.”

You took her wrists, stopping her before she could finish a text to Harwin. Harwin Strong. Her ex-boyfriend and current on-again-off-again friend with extra benefits, benefits you heard of constantly through texts and phone calls. You didn’t’ hate Harwin (the opposite, he was cool), but you hated how much Rhaenyra harped on how good he was at the devils tango. Sure, it was nice to hear your friend so satisfied but you felt insecure about it. Not that you didn’t like Harwin like that (he was fine as hell, Rhaenyra had taste clearly) but you always craved her attention, well, more of it. 

“Don’t! I handled it,” you said. 

Rhaenyra nodded, fingers tapping he screen again to instead go to her contact list, thumb hovering over Daemon’s number. Your ex and an extremely hot headed man who might kill Criston.

“Daemon, then?” Rhaenyra asked, a little too calmly. “He might leave Criston with a broken leg, or worse.” 

“Rhaenyra! No,” you whined. “It’s OK.”

“It’s not, Y/N,” she said. “You’re too good for that. That bastard hurt my best friend, and I’d get him back for you. You know that, right?”

Rhaenyra’s purple eyes bore into yours, sucking you into their gorgeous pools. That was why you wanted more of her attention. She cared about you, more than Daemon did, more than anything Criston ever tried to do in the brief moments you both dated. You never been with women intimately before, yet you couldn’t help but fantasize of what it would be like with Rhaenyra; the one holding her, kissing her and the one she raves about to her friends. 

“I can get his ass if you don’t want Daemon to,”  she said. “Y/N? You all right? You’re sure he didn’t do anything else? You look distant.”

Damn, she caught you. Well at least she still thinks its about Criston, you didn’t know how to bring these feelings up to Rhaenyra. It wasn’t about her not being into women; Rhaenyra came out to you as bisexual a year of knowing you during freshman year, so you knew she was into women too. She also dated Black people too so that wasn’t an obstacle either. The main and only obstacle in the way was that of your friendship, you were never closed to to the friends you had growing up and Rhaenyra was different. She actually cared, like she did now by threatening a guy you dated for about a month--she understood it could have been much worse. 

“Y/N, talk to me,” Rhaenyra said. She took your hand and squeezed it. “I can hop in my car right now and key his car, give me the word.” 

You shook your head this time, yet you couldn’t help but giggle at the threat of it all. 

Rhaenyra smiled too. 

“I’m serious, that bastard fucked with the wrong bestie,” she said. “You sure he didn’t do anything else?”

“I am,” you said. “Y-You didn’t have to threaten him with Harwin and Daemon. You wanted him to disappear, didn’t you? ”

Rhaenyra shrugged, her smile widened as she rubbed down gently on your knuckles. 

“No,” she stated quickly. You gave her a good side eye, forcing her to continue. “Well, I just wanted Harwin rough him up a bit in case he’d try something like that again. Would a mild threat be OK?” 

You gave in, anything to stop discussing your almost-douchebag-of-an-ex. 

“Yes, but if Harwin goes too hard on him, I heard nothing,” you said as you retreated back against her stuffed dragon Syrax, cuddling against her golden belly. “What film are we starting with?”

***

You found yourself slotted on the sofa with Syrax between you and Rhaenyra, pizza boxes on the table before you, along with a package of cheap, Christmas-themed cookies from her refrigerator; the movie that played was a spicy, albeit, a little too spicy rom-com. 

Halfway through the movie and the characters are already heavy petting, making out and moaning like no one’s business, pushing it’s supposed PG-13 rating to it’s extreme. You felt the room get hot as the two female leads made out on the bed, one in the others lap, not giving the other a chance to breathe in the kiss. 

“Wow, they’re really going at it, aren’t they?” you said. You got up from the sofa, grabbing a few cookies. “These cookies are amazing.” 

Rhaenyra nodded. She pulled you by your wrist, then tugged you closer until you were nearly in her lap, sat on her thick, plush knee. The heat rose up in your chest, burning well enough for sweat to follow underneath your long sleeve. It wasn’t pulled down properly to cover the entirety of your bear back brushing her abdomen as she pulled you flush against her. 

“You’re tense,” she said. Her hands were warm against the skin of your back, foreign at how quick they flew there. It made you shiver. “Are you ok? Do you want to watch something else?”   

You shook your head and attempted to flee from the close contact, yet Rhaenyra pulled you further against her until your back hit her soft stomach; she had you trapped within her arms before your second attempt, chuckling near your ear. 

“Is there something wrong with cuddles?” she said. “We always cuddle. Are you still upset about Criston?” 

She wrapped her arms around your waist, laid her chin against your shoulder with those lilac eyes full of enough love and concern that always managed to make you feel safe. That was the issue though, it didn’t make you feel comfort, rather hot and bothered with how she touched your skin so easily. It could be familiar, like her and Harwin and the other string of exes and lovers she left in your wake during your friendship. With her so close now it was difficult not to notice how straight her white hair was, reflective of snow that fell and just as beautiful. Her lips full and rosy, perfect and kissable. Too perfect. 

Rhaenyra leaned closer, forehead on the edge of your jaw as she leaned her head up; you leaned your head down, lips meeting hers in a kiss. Her lips were soft, tasting sweet as the cookies you shared: like a sugar-filled concoction that emulated Christmas--something you craved throughout life, a nostalgia you couldn’t reach but always yearned. Her arms tightened around you, twisted you so that you were now straddling her. 

The feeling of her plush thighs under your ass broke you from your spell. You pulled back from her, breathless and embarrassed due to the heat that radiated so, you felt itchy. Suddenly Harwin and those lovers invaded your mind, what if she still had feelings for them? What if you fucked it up for yourself and your friendship?

Rhaenyra saw your internal panic and placed a hand on your cheek. 

“Y/N, breathe,” she instructed. 

You tried to do so, yet it grew ineffectual as words spilled from you fast.

“I’m so sorry! I-I know you’re probably getting back together with Harwin,” you blurted. “I-I shouldn’t have kissed you, I-I was in a moment!”

Rhaenyra tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. 

“What moment was it?” she said. “And last time I checked, I haven’t dated Harwin in a year, haven’t fucked him in six months.”

“Nyra, I’m being serious,” you groaned. “You don’t have anyone else? The kiss wasn’t weird, was it?”

She shook her head. 

“No one. And it wasn’t weird, different but a good different,” Rhaenyra said. She caressed your sides, then pushed at the plump middle. “But familiar at the same time. I always thought you were hot, Y/N, I just couldn’t find it  in me to act. But you did that for us. I should have done it before, I always wondered why you looked at me in certain ways.” 

As Rhaenyra spoke her eyes devoured you, traced every inch while her hand rested against your thigh. Her touch was warm now, inviting as you played with the strings of her hoodie. 

“What ways?” you said. 

She smiled again, bearing beautiful teeth while she snickered. 

“Like I was the ground you worshiped,” Rhaenyra said. “Not in the literal sense, that’s more of Harwin’s style but you would do anything for me. Which scared me, because I wanted to be that for you. I am that for you, that’s why I wanted to deal with Criston. I knew he wasn’t good for you.” 

Her lilac eyes flashed with anger at the mention of Criston. You watched her and contemplated getting off her lap, but  she kept you there as she took your hand.

“I’m willing to try whatever you want tonight,” Rhaenyra said. Her eyes softened again before she pressed a light kiss to your hand. “We can finish the frisky film, or get a little frisky ourselves. I like having you on my lap,pretty girl.”

Rhaenyra’s words made you warm. It was a good warm this time, no longer leading with an itch but something calmer, yet you were still weary with any sort of frisky fun she suggested. Sure, you made the first move, but she was still your best friend. 

“Y/N, are you still with me?” she said. Her hand traveled to your arm to trace it softly. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to--”

“But I do, Rhaenyra!” you blurted, cutting her off. “I-I love- l-like kissing you. It felt better than kissing Daemon, much better.”

Rhaenyra kneaded at your thighs to bring you closer till your chests pressed against one another, along with your foreheads, lips inches from one another. 

“Can I kiss you this time?”  she said. 

You nodded and leaned in to kiss her. 

“I need a yes, Y/N,” she whispered, her hands caressing your face. “Let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you said, “Kiss me.”

Rhaenyra’s lips met yours again with enough fire that you had to suppress a moan. Your lips moved together fervently as a dance that basked in the sweet tastes you both shared: of lust, cheap tasting cookies an enough passion. The both of you broke from each other after a few moments, eyes huge and never leaving each other to speak non-verbally. 

Her mouth went to your neck to lay soft kisses to the skin, all the while slight moving her hips, thighs slipping under you expertly, alleviating a nice, tight feeling at your core. 

“Nyra,” you groaned. Hands found themselves in her silver locks, you tugged slightly. “You’re moving too fast.”

Rhaenyra chuckled, sudden warm breath tickled you while her lips stopped just below your jaw at the base of your throat. 

“Oh? You want me to go slower?” she said. Her voice playful and low on your skin, kisses continued prolonged and deep to leave a few marks. “Does it feel good?”

She jerked her hips again, forcing you to tilt your head back and grasp at her arms for support. It felt wonderful. Her voice, the kisses, the movement of her hips: soft, big and strong for you. Careful for you. Was she ever this good for Harwin? 

“Y/N? Shit, am I really going to fast?” Rhaenyra said. 

She pulled back to give you space yet you chased; you kissed her and wrapped your arms around her neck to keep her close.

“N-No, it feels amazing,” you said against her lips. “I-I’m just overthinking is all. Can I be honest?”    

Rhaenyra nodded sharply, lilac eyes never left your face. It was safe. She solidified that feeling for you.

“You won’t compare me to Harwin? I-It’s not like I’m jealous of him or anything!” 

Of course she’d think you’re jealous of him. This is the third time you’e mentioned him while you’re on her lap during a make out session. 

“No, I won’t, Y/N,” she said. Her lilac danced with a bit of mischief as they waltzed the curves of your body. “But it’s ok if you are jealous. I know I was of Daemon.”

“Wait? You were?” you said.  

“Yeah, I see what you saw in him,” Rhaenyra said. “He’t hot, got an energy about me that makes people want to be with him but he’s not my type. He’s got too much fire, like someone you know?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled. “You both are very passionate. He was a decent boyfriend but didn’t pay attention to me as much as I want.”

Rhaenyra hummed against your neck and planted a few more kisses there. 

“You told me, I remember all of the complaints,” she said, engraving the words into the crook of your neck. “I wanted so much to tell you that you could do so much better, I could be so much better. But I was with Harwin and I thought you were completely happy. Did Daemon make you feel that way?”

You knew the answer as soon as she asked, even though the kisses she accumulated was a major distraction. 

“No, he was decent, sure and great on certain occasions but I wasn’t happy,” you explained. “But right now I feel content with you.”

Rhaenyra’s lips spread to a grin that tickled at your skin. You couldn’t help but smile too. 

“Was he good with his mouth?” she said. “Well, besides running it that is.”

The heat rose up in you again. The bad heat this time, yet it transformed into the good kind that struck your core as Rhaenyra’s hands traced down your belly to your inner thigh to pet the flesh there.

“Don’t get shy on me again, love,” she whispered. “Did Daemon eat you out like he should have? I don’t remember any stories of any mind-blowing orgasms about it. Matter of fact, maybe his dick was lacking in that department too.”

“Rhaenyra!” 

She giggled and kissed the corner of your lips. Her hand squeezed at your thigh, jolting you at the sensation. You cringed at the jiggly skin she felt. Criston popped back into your head and even Daemon who didn’t have a problem with your weight but did joke about at times you didn’t like. 

“Aw? I’ve eaten plenty of pussy and I think I’ll love yours the best, don’t you think?” Rhaenyra asked. She tilted her head, yet dropped some of the cockiness as she saw your panic again. “Was that too much? Want me to drop the dirty talk?”

You shook your head. You loved it. But will Rhaenyra love your body? Sure, she was plus sized too but you knew how people were. Some Black guys you liked and knew had issues with Black women, darker ones especially and the fat ones too. It was cruel and you couldn’t help but think Rhaenyra wouldn’t like what she saw underneath. Once the pants and panties came off and she saw how your legs looked. Would she still want you.

“Y/N? Talk to me?” Rhaenyra said. Her lilac eyes were still attentive as they were.

“Will the dirty talk stay once you see me?” you wondered. “Once you see me, I-I won’t be too big for you, will I? You’ll still want me?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened; her hands left your thighs, cupped your face before she leaned in to plant a deep kiss to your forehead then a few to your jaw and a tiny, but passionate one to your mouth. 

“Of course. I love all of you,” she cooed with more kisses to your face. “I’ll take care of you and go at your pace. I promise, what ever you want me to do, I’ll do it.” 

You laughed at the kisses,  a barrage of them that made you flush with enough love you could have combusted then and there. Rhaenyra was a safe space, safe enough that you wanted this, wanting fully to let her show you how much the love fueled her in whatever you both wanted to do. You didn’t know what this was. What you were both doing but it felt right. It felt amazing. 

“So, babygirl? Can I try my best to make you feel great?” Rhaenyra said, her voice deeper now and ready to put the skills she claimed Daemon lacked to good use. 

You nodded, whispered a yes and that’s all it took for the fire to drive Rhaenyra: her hands slid under your thighs as she picked you up and flipped you so that she straddled you now. Her lips worked more heat on you, attacking your neck and chest before she tugged at the end of your hoodie. 

“Can I take this off?”

A nod. She took it off, then attached her lips back to your own. Her tongue slipped in, eating a moan that drove from you while her hands cupped and played with your breasts. She hummed at the feeling as she pinched and played with the clothed nipple.

“No bra? What a naughty girl,” Rhaenyra purred. 

You spoke through pants as she moved down your neck and devolved a few more fresh hickies.

“I wore a big enough hood and it was--Nyra!”

Your hips bucked as she squeezed both breasts then twirled the nipples with delicate hands. 

“Mmmh, I could stay here all night but that won’t be much fun, would it?” she said. 

Rhaenyra lifted herself from her straddled position on your lap, lowered herself to the floor all while slotting a hand between your thighs and pulling against the elastic of your sweats. Your pussy throbbed at her new position: lilac eyes staring straight up at you with so much yearning you could have came then and there; her hair already seemed fucked out, strands wavy and sprawled all over her face.

She pulled your sweats down slow. The air that hit your bare legs and your core underneath your sweats made you squirm. Rhaenyra beamed. Her attention never left you as she kissed at your inner thighs, squeezing at the plush areas and ghosting fainting kisses near your core. You whined at how close she was. All she needed to do was pull the last piece of fabric away and there you would be. There she would be. 

“Fuck, you’re wet. There’s this little damp spot right, here,” she whispered. She leaned in to take a tiny kitten lick to the area, right at the spot you needed her most. 

“Rhaenyra, p-please just--fuck!”

She fingered you a bit through your pants with a smile deepening as her fingers worked. 

“If you want me to fuck you all you have to do is tell me,” Rhaenyra said. “Go on. I want my dessert, babygirl.” 

She growled. Her hands dug into your thighs as you tired to get your words together, your head grew misty. 

“Please, just eat me out already!”

Rhaenyra chuckled, pressed a kiss to your waist and gripped the waistband of your underwear with her index finger and thumb. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She peeled them off and groaned at the sight of you; your pussy was soaked thanks to the foreplay you both dabbled in. Rhaenyra felt a surge of pride rush through her, yet she restrained herself enough to gently push a finger against your center. She gauged your reactions: a few whimpers escaped you and your thighs couldn’t keep still as you added a second finger.

“Nyra, ah! Y-Your fingers feel so good!”

Rhaenyra smirked and placed a soft kiss to your clit. 

“Do they? I think you’re ready for my mouth, what about you?” 

You looked to answer but you were cut off with another moan as Rhaenyra curled both of her fingers. Your walls stretched around her, warm and tight to the touch. You didn’t know how long you would last. 

“Nyra, now. Please, I might come soon.” 

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened but she nodded and finally dove into your succulent sweetness. She started off slow. Licks slow and gradual with a few quirks of her fingers. You bucked a little, hips rose a bit but Rhaenyra held them down as the kitten licks turned ravenous. Her lips popped and sucked at your precious pearl, forcing you to slam your head against the sofa cushions and take a tight grip to her silver locks. 

“Rhaenyra, shit!” you groaned. “I-I feel it!”

By it, you meant the tightness of your lower belly. The heat, the good kind that moved and jerked right above where Rhaenyra worked: where she sucked, prodded and fingered you. 

“Mmmh, go ahead, love!” she moaned around your heat. “I-I’ll be right behind you!” 

She pulled one of her hands away from your quivering thighs, dug it down her own sweats. You couldn’t see, but by how wild her hands moved and the jerk of her own hips, it was easy to know. Her actions and the moans that vibrated up to your pussy built up and up until your orgasm stumbled through. Both you and Rhaenyra came at the same time--your names coming from your lips like a prayer. 

You slumped against the couch to catch your breath; Rhaenyra climbed back up the sofa and next to you. She kissed your cheek and forehead, gasped once you brought her lips to your own. You didn’t care, you loved her and you tasted divine. 

“So?” she said as she pulled back from the kiss. “Was I better than Daemon?” 

Of course she was still conceited after giving you one of the best orgasms you ever had. You playfully slapped her chest and straddled her. 

“If you give me another orgasm like that, maybe I’ll admit it,” you teased back. 

[loksthegreat]

alyssa's aegon lives au?! oh my god i need to know everything about him and his little fambly please <33333333333

Of course!!! So in my fic Aegon survives but Alyssa still dies, which leaves Daemon and Aegon in the care of good queen Alysanne (same as Visenya when she is born a few years later) and they all grow up together, until Daemon marries Rhea in 97 AC and Visenya joins her father at court in 101 AC. Aegon was always sort of the most reasonable of the trio and while he absolutely loves and adores his brother and honorary little sister he really is a big introvert who had rather not get caught up in the intrigues of court and politics, so he stayed away even when he had wanted to marry Visenya and missed Daemon in the years they where apart. Aegon just sorta stayed on Dragonstone after his grandmothers passing in 100 AC and spend his free time traveling across the narrow sea on dragonback. He was only 3 and 10 when he and Daemon parted ways after the older wedding and by the time the brothers reunited Aegon had grown nearly a head and a half taller than the rogue prince and had come to be a man of hulking build in the way Targaryen men rarely were. Aegon had cut his hair short and worn unadorned clothes for the longest time as a young man, as he hoped it had made him look less Targaryen as he always felt he lacked the connection Daemon, Visenya and even Viserys had with their heritage, but by the time he returned from a longer stay in Braavos in 114 AC it had grown long enough to be worn in a pony tail again and Aegon refrained from cutting it again as his new found lover the son of the Sealord of Braavos, Galeo Materys, was quite found of it. In 114 AC Aegon came back to Westeros for the wedding of his younger niece, Rhaenyra, and ended up agreeing to his brother the kings offer to become a member of the small council, a position he would soon resign from after the death of his lover in Braavos at the hands of his own brother Daemon in the following year, an incident that would leave a deep slight on the brothers relationship for the years to come. Aegon left kings landing as well as Dragonstone and would never return. Visenyas sworn shield Ser Lyle Bracken had offered Aegon to make himself at home in his ancestral home, with the tall knights sister lady Barissa Bracken for company and though Aegon did not stay within the hospitality of the odd woman that was the lady of stone hedge for long his time in the Riverlands served to heal his broken heart as he found a friend and companion to many a feast or tourney in lady Myriame Blackwood, who was a maiden of 26 years, with raven black hair, a never wavering smile and eyes that seemed to dance with laughter at all times of the day. It was no surprise when the two announced their betrothal and married under the heart tree of raven tree hall where they would raise their daughters Alyssa and Rhae. If rumor is to be believed Alyssa would be taught in the dark arts of the north by her mothers grandmother old lady Ronna, while Rhae, drawn in by the secrets of her valyrian heritage would seek to master magic of fire and blood.

I love Aegon and have so many thought on him just no way to really put them all into words adequately yet, so if you have anymore questions let me know!! Hope you enjoyed <3

Art of Aegon here:

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Read your WIP posts and enjoyed them all. I hope you're feeling better and I hope all is well with your family. You have no idea how much I enjoy reading what you write. I hope you continue the WIPs you have shared. Enjoyed the Scooby Doo, Stranger Things and hitchhiker AUs. Also both the bodyguard!Jon and waiter!Jon AUs. Although it would be nice to see Sansa as a commoner getting involved with Prince Jon

It's always so nice to hear that people like reading my stuff. I LOVE writing and interacting with the fandom and it does really mean a lot to me.

Prince Jon with commoner Sansa is something I've considered before. I remember a looooong time ago (2021, it turns out) I got a teensy bit high and photoshopped Jon's face onto the Princess Diaries movie poster. And then I shared my plans for what it would be if I actually wrote it.

Basically, the photoshop started off as: "jonsa princess diaries but jon is the princess", and then snowballed into:

"Jon is rhaegies secret baby. Raggie is dead, oh no so sad. Aegon doesn't exist because reasons. So aerys is dying and everyone's like aw shit viserys is gonna be the next king and Dany/Rhae are like fuck no so then varys shows up like here's an alternative. So Dany/Rhae are Julie Andrews. Sansa is his etiquette teacher because they need to keep Jon a secret so they use a lady instead of an actual teacher to not be suspicious.

Sansa trains Jon on how to be a lady and they hate each other but obviously they're in love. And when Jon gets the crown, they're like you need to marry to secure your throne and Jon's like I take the redhead pls and thank you"

Though I will say, in this scenario, Sansa isn't necessarily a commoner? Hmmmmm

[lost4pandora]

Here's a funny lil idea I had with a Reader from HTTYD. I've sent the idea into the ask box of @cloudninetonine a while ago so you know. This is a gender neutral Reader that will be using they/them pronouns. It's not proofread so there might be a grammatical error here and there.

But otherwise, I hope you all enjoy!

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How Did We Get Here?

Well, this was a predicament and a half.

They stood in the midst of what appeared to be a forest, dense and flourishing with life. It was sunny and warm, making the rider's abundance of layers a bit too hot for their liking. Y/N shucked the bear skin cloak off and wrapped it around their waist, exposing their bare shoulders and accompanying tattoos. The top half of Y/N's body down to their knees was wrapped in navy blue clothing, accented by white and brown fur. Brightly colored fabrics also covered your midsection beneath the belts, carefully embroidered with silver thread.

A pair of dragon fang daggers gleamed at Y/N's sides, attached to the leather belt wrapped securely just above their waist. A myriad of pockets and pouches accompanied them, filled with a variety of things. A black mask carved from a large dragon scale depicting a wolven face was attached to another belt, curved fangs threatening to bite any hand that dared to come close. More leather strips were wrapped around their legs, securing their boots and holding yet even more pockets and sheathes for tools.

As Y/N took in more of their surroundings, the more confused they became. Weren't they just on a raider ship? At night? In the middle of the ocean?

A soft nose broke Y/N out of their thoughts, causing them to shift their gaze to meet worried lavender colored eyes.

Lux cooed, a gentle rumble reverberating throughout her whole chest in attempts to calm her rider's nerves. Her pupils were dilated to round ovals, showing that she was calm and friendly. She smiled without teeth-   literally, there were no teeth, only pink gums. It was endearing in an odd way.

Another noise caught Y/N's attention, a low growl that spoke of caution. They turned their head to see Rhae's hazel green eyes narrowed at her surroundings, her pupils contracted to wary slits. Her long ears were perked and her posture was stiff, she was on edge from the sudden change in scenery. Y/N couldn't blame her, it was all too sudden and too strange.

They revisited their memories of the event, for it was still fresh in their mind. Y/N was on a raider ship with their two dragons along with their mentor and her dragon. They were there to free the dragons trapped in cages. It was a simple mission that relied on stealth, something the trio specialized in.

They had freed the last one from its cage, encouraging it to flee and follow Valka and Cloudjumper to safety. They were about to follow, but… something happened.

Y/N laughed softly as the juvenile Deadly Nadder chittered, nuzzling them with its great snout. They gently pushed it away, scratching the side of its face before guiding it to the side of the ship and pointing to the horizon. There were silhouettes of other dragons flying off, the sound of their wing beats growing ever quieter the further they got.

Its pupils dilated and it spread its forest green wings, taking a few flaps to get itself off the ground and toward the others. They could see the figure of a Stormcutter in the distance, his rider atop his back and eyeing his surroundings for any stragglers.

Y/N lifted their mask slightly, cupping their hands around their mouth and blowing into them. A chirping whistle followed, the sound carrying through the air and to its intended target. The other masked rider tapped her dragon gently with her staff, signaling him to start flying off.

With no dragons left to be released, it was time for Y/N to leave as well. They clicked their tongue twice, calling for Rhae and Lux. The two bounded over with light footsteps, Lux being closest and dipping her body slightly for Y/N to hop onto her back.

Y/N looked toward Rhae, only to see the black dragoness standing tall with her ears up. A tell tale sign that danger was near.

The rider's hand ghosted over their dagger as they readied themself for a potential fight, Lux standing at her side with her teeth bared. Her snowy tail was curled protectively around her rider, and her wings were arched up and ready to take off at any moment.

There was silence for only a moment before an indiscernible figure lunged out from the darkness and toward the trio.

Rhae roared and placed herself between the shadow and her pack mates. She reared her body up, lurching her head forward to bite. The shadow dodged, swiping at the Night Fury's side and knocking her a good distance.

Lux let out a cry of outrage, opening her maw up wide as a familiar gas filled the back of her throat. Just as quickly as it happened, a plasma blast erupted from her jaws and straight toward her foe. It barely misses the shadow as it dodges the blast, hardly slowly down as it lunges toward the two of them.

Y/N could have sworn they heard something behind them and Lux, but they didn't have the time nor the thought to look when the shadow launched itself toward them. They hear a roar, turning their head to see that Rhae had gotten back up and was running toward them. She tackles the shadow as it tackles Y/N and their Light Fury.

The rider's vision faded to swirls of crimson and ebony.

….and then they woke up.

Right, that's how they got here. They were attacked and whatever was behind them must have been how they ended up here.

Y/N was never sure that something as broad a concept as magic existed. Hell, some of the dragons they've met could be described as magical. The world was vast and held more secrets than it ever did people. So they wouldn't rule it out as an improbability, no matter how outlandish it may have seemed.

Y/N sang out a soft kuln, garnering Rhae's attention as her eyes rounded out to smooth rectangles. They motioned the dragon closer and carefully pet Rhae's great head. The black dragon rumbled softly, calming down considerably.

"I think, for our first order of business…"

Y/N rubbed Lux's head when she nudged them to be pet as well.

"Is that we should find out where we've ended up."

All they needed to hear were their rumbles of agreement before mounting Rhae, and beginning their search.

[sapphireblueandfire]

Awful accident where Rhaenyra and Daemon die. Jace is a famous singer and wants to help raise the boys but he’s travelling too much. Rhaena is studying to be a doctor and Baela is in Jace’s band so she’s travelling just as much as him. Aegon - out of the question. Nope. Laenor and Qarl want to but they live so far away and it’s best not to uproot the kids so much at a time like this.

That leaves Aemond and Lucerys. Aemond’s already a lawyer and Luke is studying to take over his grandfather’s business empire (that Aemond works with/for) but together they make it work. They’ve been together less than a year at this point and haven’t even moved in together. Guess there’s no choice now. They take the guest room in Rhae and Daemon (now Luke’s) house. Aemond’s flat is too small and Luke still lived with his parents still but his room was barely big enough to fit a double bed, let alone Aemond’s desk and both their clothes as well. They leave R+D’s room untouched. Viserys is barely a few months old, Aegon is two and Joffrey is a month off seven.

They struggle at first to get into a routine and get the boys settled, but eventually they make it work. Joff’s birthday comes along and Jace and Baela manage to make it home in time for his party. A big event. Fireworks and ice cream cake and everything. Joff runs off before they light the candles, though. No one can find him. Luke stays inside with the babies while the rest of them search.

Aemond finds Joff under the covers in his mother’s room. He’s disturbed the dust that’s settled on the bed. Gently, he peels the covers back and asks if he’s ok. Does he need a minute? Would he like to send everyone home? Joff shakes his head. He’s enjoying the party he just misses Mama and Papa Daemon so much. Aemond’s surprised when Joffrey hugs him for the first time, but hugs him back. Holds him while he cries.

When they return to the party - ice cream cake nearly melted - everyone pretends not to notice Joffrey’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Three months later, as Christmas break is coming up, Aemond is there to pick up Joffrey from school instead of Luke - Viserys and Aegon had a doctors appointment- and there he is, standing in the snow with a big black trench coat, eye patch on and hair long and sleek. Looking as intimidating as ever. The parents are looking at him, the kids are looking at him, the teachers are looking at him. Aemond hates putting himself in such a public setting but it’s all worth it when Joff runs out to him, jumping into his arms.

Until one of the nosey parents ask him ‘do you know this man?’

Joffrey looks up at them like they’re stupid.

“Of course! He’s my dad!”

Aemond tries not to cry. It’s hard, but he manages to wait until they get home and Joffrey’s showing Luke the family portrait he drew of them all (with Mama and Papa Daemon in heaven with Papa Harwin)

this is both so beautiful and heartbreaking. i can imagine how sad and hard it'll be for the kids because it'd be almost unbearable, losing their parents so young, and it would be such a long process, to adapt to this new situation and to each other and relearn how to trust and coexist with this new fear of losing they've been forced to face at such young ages. how to let love in again and it's beautiful and hopeful, the fact that luke and aemond are willing to give the kids what they need, because damn, i can't even imagine what i'd be like for them. that part with joff broke my heart i swear. but guess love comes back to our lives even when it feels impossible. and god, it feels really impossible sometimes but "he manages to wait until they get home and Joffrey’s showing Luke the family portrait he drew of them all" yeah. now they have two more dad dads that truly love them.

thank you for this lovely little story, so full of emotion and detail.

[just-some-random-blogger]

hi! your works are absolutely fascinating! so alive(?) and captivating. (if you're comfortable with it) can you please write something about daemon x rhae royce's younger sister who looks like a pretty lady but has a personality of a much harsher warrior than anyone could imagine. maybe she appears at the court right after rhae's death or even later. i just had an idea and it's totally you right to decide what to do with it. thank u in advance!

Served Cold

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: "Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas I."

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder, fem!reader, i spun a roulette to decide daemon's fate, i describe readers features, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, typos, etc.

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS NONNIE. RHEA WASN'T EVEN UGLY DAEMON NEEDS GLASSES AND TO GO TO JAIL. This is my vindication for the baddest babe that never got to be. I hope you like it nonnie, this took quite a dark turn lol Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda Part two anyone "I Want You, I Get You"

I made it a point to perfect my form before even practicing my moves. I was conscientious and sedulous in my work. Fair enough, I was not a quick learner like my sister. Rhea had always been better a picking up new things, but then again, I suppose the reason why it took me a while to learn something was because I wanted to make sure I knew every nuance, every sliver of detail about whatever it was that I was learning, before allowing myself to get into it.

And so when I was getting into him, by the time I was done, I knew Daemon Targaryen better than he even knew himself.

I knew it all. What he liked, and what he didn't. What got him turned on, what got him blood thirsty, and what got him bored.

I knew him like the back of my hand.

I knew what would make him tick before I even met him.

And I knew well to dress myself in colors that pleased him-- his house colors, of course, in all his vanity. I knew what style of dresses he liked on women; I knew the exact level of madonna and whore he was looking for.

I made sure the plunges of my collars were deep enough to attract attention, but modest enough to keep something for the imagination. I also I told my seamstress to keep my sleeves short and capped so he would want nothing more than to touch my bare arms.

If a tinge of decency overcame Daemon out of sport, I made sure to give him reason to avert his attentions to my skin by wearing some delicate silver jewelry.

I painted my face to accentuate the features I have been complimented on since a child. I drew on my eyes to make them look as though they were constantly gazing unto him with wonder, and brushed red on my cheeks, as though I was constantly blushing at his remarks, and on my lips, as though I was constantly pouting at his teases.

But all those things were nothing. The appearances I've had in front of the prince thus far, at court, during festivities and otherwise where nothing compared to what I had planned on our red-letter day.

Today, the kicker was my hair, my hair that was tied well enough to keep my thick, brown locks in fashion, but loose enough that with a strong enough flick, it would come undone.

"Lady Royce," Daemon calls, handing me a drink. I raised an eye at him and showed no acceptance of it as I crossed my arms.

He enjoyed that. He enjoyed it so much he poured the drink meant for me into his own cup and threw the empty one behind him with no regard. Why would he have regard, anyway?

He rakes in my appearance, "I see you have made a point to wear blue and red this evening," his lips curve, "could this be a marriage proposal between our two houses?"

Daemon is excited by my crass response, "you have not only already tainted my sister's being and bloodied your hands with hers, yet now you still thirst to defile the last remaining of her house?"

He tilts his head down at me as he narrows his eyes, "except I never touched that troll," the prince steps forward, "never wanted to touch her," he smirks, "unlike her little sister."

I lean close to him as I glare, "you're going to have to keep dreaming about it, my prince, because the day our skin touches is the day one of us dies."

Daemon breathes in my scent before I pull away abruptly. He chuckles from his spot, watching as I stormed off.

I was meant to exit the chamber and have him follow after me, but it seems that would not be happening, as Jason Lannister made it a point to grab my arm before I could depart.

"Lady Royce," he calls, making me turn and stand before him as he pulls away, "I apologize for the brashness, but I could not allow myself to have you leave without sharing at least one drink with me.

My lips curve at his words. A devious smile winds up on my lips, "why of course, my lord."

Jason then leads me off to where we could share a drink in relative quiet. I feel Daemon's gaze burn me with every move I made.

He was not particularly entertaining; Jason made it a point to talk about himself and how rich and powerful he was, but still, I made it appear that I was absolutely enchanted by our conversation, and that I was absolutely smitten.

I do say, Daemon had a timeliness to himself when he caught me genuinely laughing to the first funny thing Jason Lannister said all night.

And so when the vermin carelessly pulled me back with so much force, my hair tie finally gave up as I turned to him in offence.

I gasp at it, clutching my hair and its accessories, so that it would not further fall. Jason picks up one of my fallen clips as I rip my arm out of Daemon's clutch. I eye him darkly and mutter, "imbecile."

He lets out a dry scoff as Jason does a horrible job at trying to put my clip back where it was a while ago.

I grab his hand in both of mine and give a pinched smile, "I appreciate the efforts, Jason, but I think it is a sign I should retire. I could not go about the rest of the night like this."

"Nonesense," he shakes his head, "dare I say you look better this way."

I chuckle under my breath and begin to back away, "I thank you for your high opinions of me, but I really must go."

I take in Jason's expression as he steps towards me. Daemon eyes him darkly.

A clever thought springs in mind. I release a breath, "well, if you would like, we can meet at the gardens after I fix my hair."

The Lannister's face lights up, "I would want nothing more."

I give him one last look of regard, forfeiting one for Daemon, and make my way outside.

I make attempts together my hair up and fix it the way it was a while ago. It was I that fashioned my hair today. It was an easy task to do it again, even without a mirror, this time, more securely. I make my way out of the hall, towards the gardens.

I feel my stomach churn in anticipation when I hear the heavy footsteps behind me.

The next thing I know, I am pressed against the wall, being stared down my the riled up Targaryen, "you exasperating minx."

My nostrils flare at his expression and I shove him off me with a grunt. He reels back at my unexpected strength.

I give him a dirty look as I speed down the hall.

Daemon takes a moment before replying and chasing after me, "do you expect me to believe you did not plan for that to happen?"

I scoff as I gather my skirts in my hands, "oh, but of course I wanted my hair to come undone before Jason Lannister. That was the plan from the moment I was born."

When I hear his steps quicken, I bring my skirt higher and tighter in my grips, running faster.

Daemon is stunned by this and it takes a moment for the scene to register in his mind.

I eventually make it into the garden when he manages to grab me again. We are both heaving when he spins me around and tightly clasps my arms, "nowhere to run, little girl."

I grip my skirt tightly as I wrangle my shoulders in his grip. Daemon smirks at me all while using his strength against my actions.

"Now that you've had your fun," he leans in, "it's my turn now."

I bring my hand under my skirt. The moment he makes the mistake of withdrawing one of his hands, I knee him with all my strength in his groin, sending him crumpling down with a pained whine. That will hopefully prevent him from ever having children.

"You fucking bit-"

I tackle him to the ground, ripping my dagger off my thigh holster as I did so. With him pinned bellow me and my knee onto his back, I brought the blade to his neck, red immediately begins to gush against his skin, "you must understand something-"

I gag him with a piece of cloth I prepared in the chance he squirmed. He did not, I gaged him out of spite.

"Twas never my sister which was the ugly one between the two of us," I seethe, holding my dagger even tighter to the prince's neck, "Twas always I."

With one, clean, practiced move, I slashed the prince's throat. I made sure it was not enough to kill him, but enough for the guards to find him when I scream for help. We'll find out soon enough if it is his fate to meet my sister, or if it is mine.

I drop the blade to his side and pull away from him. I turn to my hands, smiling at the fact I managed to keep them clean. I then drop to my hind, and crawl back screaming, "HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US! THE PRINCE HAS BEEN SLAIN!"

I continue my screams up until someone comes.

It's Jason, frantic and distraught.

Perfect.

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Oh! Another thing I should show you because I'm proud of it and I've talked about it before. I'm bringing back HTTYD Player, this time I've finally got concept sketches for Lux the Light Fury and Rhae the Night Fury.

A short recept is that HTTYD Player basically lives like Valka, a borderline feral vigilante dragon person and they have two dragons as posted up above who are two female Furies. They got tossed into LU just after a successful raid on a dragon hunter ship because Dark Link wanted to throw yet another curve ball at the Chain in the form of a magicless human. But what the shadow bastard wasn't expecting was for two dragons, one black, one white, to come at him at mach jesus with the intent for pure violence for hurting their friend. So all three of them ended up getting thrown into the world of Hyrule.

Unlike in the third movie of the HTTYD trilogy, Lux the Light Fury is actually the social and sweet sparkle marshmallow who craves attention whilst Rhae the Night Fury is the skittish and feral cat that will exist near you if so desired but will bite if you're anyone except the Player and or Lux.

I'm actually in the middle of writing some blurbs concerning HTTYD Player along with their two Furies, so be prepared for that to maybe get posted on my blog one day.

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the free content. I'll give some more later on when I have the time.

LOVE YOUR ART AS ALWAYS CHILL!

Always did love the night/light furies designs, they could look cute and cuddly one second then threatening and feral the next.

[writingsofwesteros]

well hello dear

I wanted to request yandere Larys x innocent reader who is Harwin's wife, she and Larys have been lovers for a long time and Harwin's supposed children are actually Larys's (no one would notice the difference Lol) and she feels bad for cheating on her sweet husband and have children with another then she decides to end her relationship with Larys during one of their meetings, to which he manipulates her by emphasizing Harwin's great resemblance to Rhaenyra's children (but in reality Harwin did not mess with Rhae and she had her children with another man) because she gets sad and ends up in Larys arms again Larys is planning a way to get rid of her brother so she can be with reader (with delicious smut 😏❤🔥). thank you you are an amazing writer 😁❤❤

AN: I do apologise for the complete lack of smut..we can just blame Larys . I hope you like it anyway x

“They will be well, sweet girl.” Harwin whispered into your ear as you watched your two boys in the courtyard; training with the royal Princes. “I know…I just worry.” You hummed; a soft smile coming over your face as your Lord husband began to place the wooden swords away. Your heart still skipped for him; even after all that had transpired. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek that you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into. A blush as ever moving across your cheeks. You did not notice the dark stare following you both as you stepped closer to your sons. “Mama, did you see?” Your oldest babbled over to you as he raced over.

“I did.” You giggled and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head whilst you cuddled him closer. Your youngest was running around still, much to the delight of everyone. He was a happy child; it had your heart humming in happiness. You turned your head to speak to Harwin only to realise he was gone.

Like usual. You ducked your head to hide the sadness making its way through you as you took your oldest son’s hand. “Do you not have lessons to go to?” You whispered sweetly; stroking his face to distract yourself. “I hate them.” He pouted up at you and this time you were able to giggle in happiness.

“Where is uncle Larys?” Your youngest called as he finally came running to your side. You tried not to react to his name. “Oh, I am sure he is busy.” You hummed; your fingers moving through his hair. A soft pout came over your youngest. Gods, if only they knew the truth, you thought to yourself.

“My Lady.” A guard called you as you began to take the boys back into the castle. A soft smile was thrown his way in answer. “A message from your husband.” They gently passed you a scroll of paper. “Thank you.” You whispered; your heart pounding at what the message could possibly be.

Your boys chatted to each other as you began to open the letter : My love, unfortunately I will not be here for our evening meal. I will see you soon. 

Your face turned into confusion and hurt as you re-read the letter again and again. Gods, why did you believe it would be any different? “Do you want to eat with the Queen’s children tonight?” You hummed; wanting Larys presence now. You needed it. “Yes, please mother, can we?” Their excitement was evident and you had to enjoy it and nod.

~

“I do not know what I did wrong.” You whimpered into your lover’s ear. Oh, the irony, you thought to yourself. Your legs were spread over his lap as you began to play with a lock of his hair. His hand gently moved up and down one of your sides. “You did nothing wrong.” Larys whispered.

You shook your head; burrowing into his neck. Of course he would say this. “He does not deserve you.” You shivered; chewing on your soft lips as sadness washed over you once more. Larys softly stroked up and down your sides once more as he leaned in; your noses brushing together.

“How are my boys?” He whispered into your ear before pressing a soft, hot kiss to your neck that had you shivering. It was a reminder to you that you innocently took as Larys being interested. It was more of a warning for you to remember what had happened between the both of you.

It was more attention that Harwin gave them and all you could do was fall for it. “They are well. They enjoy fighting.” You hummed; a bright smile coming over your face. He hummed and gently cupped your face. “I’m glad to hear it.” Larys whispered the words you wanted to hear so prettily.

~

By the time your next evening meal with Larys came around; so much had changed in such a short time. Harwin had come back from jobs his father had given and took you and the boys out for picnics and he trained with them. He was so sweet, you thought to yourself as the smile slowly left your face as you closed in on your good brother’s chambers.

Gods, how were you going to deal with him you thought as you finally gained the courage to step inside. His smile brightened at the mere sight of you and you nearly melted for him. For so long; he had been all you had. “You look well.” Larys whispered as you slowly walked closer. His lips find your own eagerly.

Unfortunately, you were not so eager as you softly ducked your head. Something Larys noticed immediately. “Is something wrong?” He asked; whilst his hold on you never moved. His hand gently stroked up and down your side. “No..no , of course not.” You babbled out; your heart racing now.

“You are lying to me..” Larys hummed; his tone darkening as you missed the danger wrapping around you now. “Tell me, sweet love.” He gently cupped your face as his fingers brushed over your cheek. “It’s just…Harwin is back now, he is better.” The words tumbled from your mouth without thought.

“Oh, he is better?” Larys whispered; his thumb moving over your bottom lip that you easily parted for him. You nodded your head with a soft gulp escaping you that you tried to hide. “Oh, darling…I wish you could see what I see.” He watched as only confusion came over your face and he gently took your hand.

“I hate hurting you, but you have to see.” Larys whispered; faux sympathy dripping from his tone as he guided you to the window. “I am sorry.” He rested his head on your shoulder as you looked out. There; Rhaenyra and Harwin stood too close for your liking. All the while Larys whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

A soft sob escaped you as all the pent up emotions you had desperately tried to keep inside all came out. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” Larys whispered his dark promises as you fell into his arms once more. You burrowed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. His familiar scent moving over you.

“All I have is you.” You whimpered into his ear, which had the smile on his face only widening as he listened to you cry. His eyes nearly rolled as you began to hotly mouth at his neck. Your hands reach for his pants already. Larys knew he would have to act soon. His innocent brother had to go. Your delicate hands around his cock was enough to push him further.