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dolicekiss · 3 months ago

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Apple Of Their Eye

part two here

PAIRING: Dark! Aegon Targaryen X sister!reader X Dark!Aemond Targaryen

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni) incestuous relationship, dark!targaryen brothers, innocent virgin!reader, dubcon, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, handjob, riding, breeding, threesome, kissing, possessive behaviour, nipple play, throat fucking, drunk reader, praise, pretty much the targaryen brothers giving their sister sex lessons and claiming her as theirs.

SYNOPSIS: Being close to both your Targaryen brothers had its own perks. Drinking wine together, going horse riding and reading books. It was all a dream but when Aegon heard the talk of your betrothal, he decided it was finally time to taint you. What you didn’t expect was Aemond walking in on you indulging in your older brother’s sickly pleasures.

Giggles erupted from your lips when your sweet brother, Aegon made a weird face to encourage sweet giggles out of you. His favorite sound in the world, as he liked to address it. Your bond with both your brothers was something never seen before among house Targaryen. Fiercely loyal to each other, defensive and protective. You were the perfect trio of destruction — well, with a honeyed touch of peace.

That was your vital role.

To calm down the blood of the dragons.

You had grown so attached to one another that both your brothers denied the responsibilities of the throne, wishing to spend time with you.

You had to convince Aegon to sit upon the throne and he agreed in one go when his little sister asked for it. How could he not? You were looking up at him with such hopeful, glimmering eyes, those long lashes of yours coating the apple of your cheeks.

He often wondered if his bridled desires would break out of control one moon and find way to you?

Aemond entered the room, hand resting atop his sword as he analyzed the room, which was in shambles. You and Aegon again had enjoyed a pillow fight — pieces of feathers and cotton everywhere in the room. Pale sheets on the floor and wine spilled everywhere.

He was the youngest, yet he felt as though he was the oldest amongst you three. You and Aegon behaved like little children, even when you were younglings. Aegon and you would disturb the council members and pull hilarious pranks on them meanwhile Aemond paid them no mind.

“You two.” His voice put a hold to your giggles, your attention diverting to your brother. Your silky strands — similar to Aemond’s — were a mess. They reached your hips, only at such a young age and Aemond couldn't keep his one eye off the loose strap of your dress over your creamy shoulder.

Aegon smirked to himself, knowing well him and his brother shared their feelings about you.

You smiled at Aemond, a big grin of excitement adorning your soft, delicate features. “Aemond! Come here, have wine with us.”

He shook his head. “I have duties to tend to, sister. You carry on.”

Your lips formed a frown. “But Aemond, I miss you. You rarely ever spend time with Aegon and I. Do we bore you now, do you seek fun in planning war and those boring councils?”

Aegon nodded in agreement and Aemond shook his head, walking closer and taking a seat on the bed with you. Aegon had his head on your lap, staring at you with love sick eyes of a puppy. Your flushed state and rosette cheeks were a vision for Aemond — his callous hands aching to touch you.

“Aemond how can you neglect our beautiful sister here?” Aegon taunted, reaching out to wrap a finger around a strand of your silver hair and curl it. You smiled at him, cheeks round and Aemond swallowed. “I am not neglecting her, I am merely occupied with tending to my duties since no one else will.”

He diverted his one eye to Aegon and the older brother groaned, tugging on the single strand of your hair. You whimpered at the pain, lips puckering into a pout. “Aegon, stop it.”

“You shouldn't trust Aegon so much, sweet sister. He is all but a twat,” Aemond’s words made you turn to him and he looked away from you, not wanting his gaze to linger somewhere below where he was allowed. His own reluctance at being around you proved that he too struggled with the same demons his older brother did.

Aegon sat up now, eyes boring into Aemond’s. “And why shouldn't she? I pay her more mind, more attention than you ever would.”

“I trust him, brother. You should too, he's our king and he cares for me.” You softly spoke.

Your soft soothing voice was like the sun against their cold words. Aemond pondered late at night how their monstrous house got blessed with such a sweet little thing? Repentance was not something that came to house Targaryen — so why were they bestowed with you?

Your kindness, to the maids — the highborn ladies and even the members of the small council made you quite the perfect candidate for queen, especially when the realm loved and adored you. The sweet daughter of Viserys Targaryen, left behind to bring prosperity and love.

“Yeah, she trusts me.” Aegon said, scooting behind you. His chin nestled over the small cup of your shoulder, staring straight ahead with mischief in his gaze. “Don't you, sweet sister?”

You nodded, coyly.

He was almost taunting Aemond, being able to stay this close to you while he was busy with preparing for war. It was not fair, definitely to Aemond it was not. He inhaled a sharp breath as Aegon buried his face in the crook of your neck, accidentally pressing a kiss to your exposed skin. Your body shuddered and you quickly pulled away from him, staring at him in confusion.

Aemond felt a lump form in his throat.

Fuck, you were so innocent. Oblivious to the sick desires of both your brothers.

“Be careful, sister.” Aemond said to you, gesturing towards the other Targaryen brother. “You're too innocent for your own good.”

Then he got up, parting from your chambers, hoping that the next time he enters, he finds you all alone and not with that foolish brother of his. He did not harbor resentment towards Aegon necessarily, but ever since they were children, they fought. For a dragon, for toys and for your attention. It had been a constant battle of who'd bring you the prettiest flower first, who would be first to dance with you at feasts, who's horse you'd sit on and ride.

For everyone else it was draining but you relished the attention you got from your brothers. Enjoying each and every bit of the fight going on for you — only you didn't knew it went beyond the walls of brotherly love and they were horrifyingly obsessed with you.

Aemond had turned down every marriage alliance, not interested in securing the future of the realm if it came at the expense of being far from you. A woman would only act as a wall between the two of you and Aemond did not want any walls. He would gladly crush them, with or without the help of Vhagar.

You prepared another cup of wine to drink but Aegon was called to the council — arranged by the dowager Queen. Crestfallen, you let your brother go as he fixed his attire and departed from your chambers, after leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.

As soon as Aegon entered the council room, he's greeted with everyone there. Each member and with a scowl on his face, he takes his seat. Evidently upset by having to leave his sister, even though he could go back to her at anytime.

“Your Grace.” Everyone greeted him, standing up and heads low. Aegon gestured them to sit and they obliged, following into their comfortable seats.

Alicent looked at the council members, knowing that the discussion they had come to would eventually upset the King. Everyone was hesitant and Aegon noticed that. He raised a brow, confused. “Are we here to stare at one another? If we are, do excuse me. I have pressing matters to attend to.”

Everyone knew pressing matters meant giving his undivided attention to his little sister.

“In order to secure house frey and gain access and control to the passage in riverrun, we think it would be best to form a marriage alliance with them.” Alicent’s words didn't actually hit Aegon how they were supposed to, as he grinned. “We cannot offer a dragon, we can offer a dragon.”

Assuming the marriage alliance was for Aemond, his younger brother not his little sister. “Great, it is about time Aemond finds himself a pretty bird too.”

He was cheerful. If Aemond was married, he would have your attention all to himself and he became overjoyed with that, a little too fast. Alicent swallowed, exchanging glances with the master of coin and the maester. Her hesitance was in existence because she did not know how maturely her son would handle to the news of sending his only sister away from him.

“Your Grace, the marriage alliance is for your sister, the Princess. House frey has suitors available and the Princess gets to choose with whom she wishes to ma—”

Aegon’s palms slammed down against the wooden table, rising up from the table. His gaze searing and his lips quivering from the sheer courage of Tyland Lannister’s, to marry his sister off without even inquiring him about it. The fact that they even thought of doing that filled him with a rage so overwhelming, he felt like burning the whole small council to the ground.

“That is my sister you're speaking of.” He reminded them. “I will have your fucking tongue for even suggesting to get her married off in the first place.”

The whole council flinched at the King’s outburst. Alicent had expected it to be a tantrum but this was more than a childish tantrum. The room was elevated with tension as Aegon panted, his body quivering from the rage coursing through his veins.

Alicent took a deep breath. “It is for the best, my King. You need to win this war and the Freys are demanding a dragon which we cannot provide.”

“So you give them my sister, like some fucking piece of coin?” He snapped, turning to her. “She is the princess of house Targaryen, my sister. I will not have you subject her to the same fate as all the other women.”

Aegon dismissed the council, walking out of there. Alicent sighed, holding onto tethered pieces of hope that maybe talking to Aemond about it would be better, since Aegon did consider him his closest blood and best sword. Little did she know she would be riling up another dragon and awakening it.

The next few hours were unbearable for Aegon. He had visited your chambers but you were nowhere to be found and when he asked your maids, he was told you'd gone out to collect flowers for the vase in your room. Countless times both your brothers had told you to either tell them or command the servants to bring you flowers — still you did what you felt.

Upon your return, you found your chambers not deserted. Aegon was there, situated on your bed. Hair a mess, tunic unbuttoned revealing his pale chest. Your brother was disheveled and you couldn't recall the time you two spent together being the cause of this.

So what had happened?

Worried and upset, you dropped the basket filled with flowers by the side of your door and walked over to him. Your purple dress, a match to your purple eyes, flowing behind like the waves of the sea. You sat next to your brother, small hands reaching out to cup his face in them.

“Brother, is everything alright? You seem upset.” You inquired and when Aegon raised his head, you saw just how devasted he appeared.

Devasted and drunk.

Your eyes noticed the cup in his hand, as well as the pitcher on the floor. Something happened at the small council, that much you figured out. But what had happened, now that was for Aegon to tell you.

Though your brother only stared at you, bringing the cup to your lips. “Drink, for me.”

You were in no mood for wine but you still obliged him, parting your lips and consuming the wine. The crimson tainting your lips red as you swallowed it, gulp after gulp. Even for you that was a lot and when you were finished, Aegon refilled the empty cup.

“Drink more.” It was a command.

You frowned. “Did I do something wrong, brother? Is this your way of reprimanding me?”

He stared at you, eyes droopy and full of glimmering lust for you — unbeknownst to you. “I want us to be drunk together, like old times. Please.”

You heard the plea in his voice and nodded, softening at the disheveled state your brother was in. You parted your lips to take sips as Aegon held the cup for you. He pushed it, more and more until the wine had overwhelmed you and drops spilled over your dress, trailing down your chin.

The red had absorbed into the purple but you finished your glass, staring at Aegon after the glass had been tore from your lips.

Aegon moved further into your soft bed, veiled by pellucid pale curtain and you followed, laying next to him. His head found comfort on your chest, a frown so evidently ceasing his features. Confusion had clouded your senses — hoping that your brother might tell you the cause of his distress.

But all he did was lay silently on your chest, feeling the soft plush of your breasts against his cheek.

Aegon swallowed the urge to press his mouth over your pebbles and suck them, burying his face deeper into your breasts. He was a mess and he knew that his mother would go against him, to secure more power and alliances with the other lords.

He could not let it happen.

He mouthed lazily at the chiffon, attempting to take a nipple of yours into his mouth. The purple fabric absorbed the saturation of his saliva, as your brother crossed all the limits between the two of you.

As if there were any to begin with.

“A-Aegon, what are you doing?” You whispered in a breathy gasp when he sucked on your peaked nipple through the cotton, his other hand moving to provide your other breast with attention.

Your back arched slightly and your breath quickened as your brother’s hands moved down to the laces which held your dress together. As drunk as you were, you still knew this was wrong yet had no control whatsoever of the situation. Once your laces were loosened enough, Aegon tugged at the sleeve of your dress and unveiled your breast.

“Brother, this is inappropriate. You're under the influence of wine, we should not—”

Aegon looked up at you with the softest look on his face, akin to a puppy. He switched his attention to the unattended breast of yours which he had uncovered, suckling on the nipple, fingers rolling the soaked one in between them. Your soft lips were parted and made the prettiest little sounds of pleasure foreign to you.

“I'm your brother, sister. If I don't deserve to have you like this when who does? Those fucking house frey suitors?” He snapped, voice fallen to a few octaves. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, not being able to understand what he was insinuating with his words.

Your brows scrunched and your crinkles formed on your nose. “H-House frey, Aegon?”

He chose silence.

Aegon moved to lean up against the bed, his unbuttoned tunic revealing his bare chest beneath his small clothes. You watched him, your silver hair a mess — cascading beautifully down your shoulders and narrow back. Aegon patted his lap, a silent order for you to sit on it but you could only blink innocently.

Having no regards of such matters.

“Crawl to me, sister.”

You nodded, as puzzled as you were, slithering to settle yourself over your brother's lap. Both hands on his chest as your thighs sat over each side of his waist, looking down at him. This was all new to you but you were not complaining.

His hand extended to grasp your chin, pulling your face closer to him. He could see everything, all the subtle features which made you all the more beautiful. The mole neath your left eye, the way your pupils enlarged whenever you locked eyes with him, how your pretty lips quivered. “Today I will teach you how to make your brothers the happiest. You wish to learn, don't you sister?”

You eagerly nodded.

Aegon grinned. “Kiss me, my little dove.”

You obliged, pressing a kiss to his cheek and Aegon released a chuckle. In complete awe of the naivety you possessed. “Here, sister. This will make me and Aemond the happiest.”

You were hesitant with it but still leaned your head, pressing a subtle, feather light kiss to Aegon’s lips. His hunger was far from satiated as he stared at you with a hooded gaze, his blood heating up at the feel of your lips against his. He was over the moon with only a peck, he could only imagine the power of a proper liplock.

“Did I do good? Was that okay, brother?”

Aegon shook his head. “No, little dove. You have to do more, kiss more of my lips. Try to suck on them, yeah?”

You puffed out your cheeks, irritated at your own incompetence at making your brother happy. Still, you kissed him once more but this time like a baby bird trying to eat it's food with untrained beaks, you tried to suck on Aegon’s lips. Closing them around his upper lip, your saliva glossing his lips. Aegon’s cock stirred awake in his breeches at how inexperienced you truly were. An innocent girl getting ruined by her brother.

You closed your eyes, focusing at the task at hand. Aegon reached for your nape, locking it in place as he finally kissed you back. Soft kiss of yours evolved into something harsher, something more passionate and you whimpered, your endeavor to retreat declined by your brother. Your small hands nestled over his chest — trying to push him but it only strengthened the kiss, Aegon trying to drown in the sweet nectar.

“Open your mouth, little dove.” Your endeavor to speak was mistaken as consent by your brother, his tongue running over the edge of your perfect teeth — making way to your tongue. He wrapped around the wet muscle and began to suck on it, the saliva dripping from your mouth and slipping into his. Light headed you had become due to the vigorous kiss and how your brother dominated your mouth with his tongue.

Aegon soon broke the kiss and allowed you a few moments of air, staring at how swollen your lips had become. He had tasted you and it only fuelled his desire more for you. To claim you and never let anyone else's sight fall upon you. Heart fluttering at being the first man ever to put his cock inside you.

“This is what good sisters do for their brothers.” He said to you, his hands rested on your thighs and thumbs swiping across the pale skin. “You're such a good girl, my Princess. You'd do anything for your King, won't you?”

You nodded your head impatiently, doe eyes looking into your brother's purple ones. Chest falling and rising, sharp intakes of breath breaking through the silence. Aegon smiled and that was the biggest achievement for you, ever. He lifted one hand from your thigh, taking your small hand into his. Aegon loved how your petite hand disappeared into his — a perfect size you were for him.

He wondered in that very moment how you'd look taking Aemond’s cock into your small mouth, considering he was bigger than the both of you. Taller, toned from the constant training of wielding a sword. The thought of both of them taking you at once riled him up like nothing else.

Aegon brought your hand to his crotch, laying it over it. Your coy eyes widened. “B-Brother.”

“Unlace my trousers, sister.” Albeit it was an order, his tone was soft. You had never seen such a dark look in your sweet brother's eyes, violets always glimmering with excitement and happiness.

You were hesitant at first, reluctance dripping from the way your shivering fingers pulled at the soft laces which tightened his trousers. Aegon watched with a curious gaze, knowing very well he was about to defile his little sister and ruin the innocence she so wholeheartedly showcased. It almost made him sad but this was necessary, to wed you to him. Or even Aemond.

He couldn't care less who you married as long as it was one of them.

With bated breath, you loosened his trousers and then looked at him for further instructions.

“Pull out my cock, sister. You should feel something hard, that is my cock.” Your silver lashes fluttered, fingers getting to work. The second you felt something hard, skin but rigid — you grasped it to free it. Aegon hissed upon your cold touch and you retreated, feeling bad.

He was quick to reach for you. “No, no. Do not worry, for I am fine. You shall continue.”

So you did, given the reassurance, your gaze focusing on the unclothed cock of your sweet brother. Aegon reached for your hand and wrapped it around his own cock with your neath it. “I need you to move your hand, sister. Pursue my actions, this will truly please me.”

Aegon began to move his hand in slow, sensual strokes and you followed. The more you touched him, the more he lost his composure. Little sounds falling from his parted lips and his hand fell to the side over his thigh — letting you take the lead. You picked up your pace, hand undulating over his throbbing length.

Palm stained with his precum, you used it to slick his twitching cock and then moved your fingers up. A shuddered gasp of fulfillment slipping from Aegon’s mouth upon that accident. You smiled, in victory and pressed the pad of your thumb deeper into his little hole. Watching as more of the pale liquid spurted out.

The more you stared at it, the prettier you found it — shade darker than the rest of him and cock head the same pink as his agape lips. Varicose veins, a deeper hue of purple than the ones of your irises embedded in neath the flesh.

Eyes sparkling at the thought of touching Aemond in the same way, getting to see such an intimate part of him. You wished he was here, to be able to do this for him would be a great blessing.

Your mouth watered the more you gazed at your brother's glistening cock head. Without paying much mind to it, you leaned lower and closed your lips around it. Aegon’s eyes immediately snapped open when he felt the warmth your mouth provided and stared down at you.

“Oh, Gods.” He groaned, almost a whine. “Who taught you this, my sister? Have you engaged in such acts before?”

You quickly backed away, shaking your head with a guilt ridden face. “No, Aegon. I am so very sorry if this was something I was not supposed to do. I promise I have never done this before, I promise. I swea—”

“Hey,” Aegon whispered, caressing your face with his large hand. “I believe you. You see I do not wish for you to get involved like this with someone else. It is only right if you do it with me, and Aemond.”

You nodded your head understandingly. “I would love for you to continue, my little dove but right now I need something more. Could you give it to me, my sweet girl?”

“Yes, brother. Anything my King wants.” You smiled, lips shimmering with his residual and Aegon’s cock twitched.

He pulled you on his lap once more, hands on your waist. Then the pair dropped lower to your bare thighs and Aegon bunched up your dress, revealing your unclothed, bare pink cunt. You were never too fond of wearing small clothes under your dresses — summer of Westeros unbearable for a delicate thing like you.

He licked his lips deliciously.

“Just as you touched me, I have the full right to touch you too. You understand?” You nodded like an obedient student, stomach churning in anticipation for your brother's next move.

Aegon pulled you closer rather harshly by your thighs and your shoulders went slumped, feeling his head brush against your pearl. Your eyes widening at the electrifying contact. “I need to do this in order to make my cock fit inside you, so be a good girl and let me, okay?”

“Yes, brother.” You whispered, stomach fluttering in anticipation.

Aegon’s fingers moved to your cunt, running in the center of your soaked folds. He found it amusing how you had no idea of the pleasures taken between a man and a woman yet your body had reacted like this, cunt drenched and wet. He knew your maidenhead was still intact, after all he rarely ever let you be in the presence of someone else.

If Aegon was occupied, it would be Aemond who would linger around you like a new born shadow.

They knew how innocent you were, how fucking naive and monsters lurked in the red keep. You needed their protection more than the people of the realm. Careless they were about the iron throne, Aegon wished to fuck you on it before properly ascending it.

“Oh.” Your eyes slightly rolled back at the way your brother caressed your folds, pinching your pink pearl. “You've got such a beautiful cunt, my sister. I am sure you will put it to good use to make your brothers happy, won't you, little dove?”

Eager you were to please them.

They had brought you everything, anything your heart had ever desired. Allowed you to ride their dragons with them, brought you the most beautiful gifts from the north and drowned you in lannister gold. Both brothers even went as far as getting you jewelry from Dorne since Aemond caught you complimenting a dornish necklace.

Aemon’s thumb prodded at your bud, swirling it around, watching how your face contorted in pleasure. Lids fluttering shut and head thrown back, fingernails digging into your brother's chest. You were a fucking sight, all disheveled. With his other hand, he entered a finger into you and your pleasure-clad face evolved into one of pain.

“Ow,” you complained at the sting of being stretched out. “Aegon, that hurts.”

“I know, my Princess but you mustn't rush. I will bring you pleasure soon, it is a promise.”

You believed him, waiting out the sting as Aegon fully sunk his finger into you. Driving it in and out of you, all the while rubbing your swollen attention seeking bud. Your expressions were the prettiest, the most breathtaking and he questioned himself why did he not do this earlier?

Just what was stopping him back?

He was the fucking King, goddamnit. He could have you whenever he wanted and you would give yourself up to him, everytime. Just like right now how you were serving yourself up to him on a silver platter like those animals during feasts.

“Brother, oh my god. This feels weird, I feel weird.” You whimpered, hips moving on their own accord over your brother's fingers and Aegon licked his lips, furthermore sinking his canines into his lower lip.

Aegon added another without warning and you whined out, a loud one which made him reach over and press his palm over your lips, sealing them shut. “As much as I absolutely adore your sounds, we should not let anyone find out.”

You nodded, and Aegon removed his hand, letting you breathe. You decided to keep it blow but everytime Aegon would move his finger inside you and you would feel it run at your gummy unclaimed walls, little whimpers would escape you. Feeling his fingers curve up and rotate, hitting into a spongy spot of which’s existence you too were unaware of, you cried out.

Aegon smiled.

That was enough preparing.

Aegon pulled out and you gasped when he brought his lips to his mouth, sucking on your sweet arousal.

He wanted to take you on your back but that was how he took his whores. He would never let them sit on top of his thighs and look at him like this — all dolled up yet disheveled. You were his sister, the apple of his fucking eye and Aegon was not going to take you like some whores.

They existed to keep his sick desires for you at bay, but he knew after this, he would not be needing them anymore.

“This is going to hurt, sister but worry not, I assure you I am right here. It shall feel better soon, just like with my fingers.” His comforting words and soft tone helped with your trepidation — allowing your brother to raise your hips and align his cock with your drenched hole.

Aegon allowed you to sink down on him and when his head breached your entrance, a sting worse than before spread like a virus, consuming your whole being. Your eyes welled up with tears and your lips quivered, a brusque tremor awakening in your petite hands. He was quick to come to your rescue, holding both your hands and leading the pair to his nape, making you latch onto him for support.

“Here, hold me. As tight as you can, my little dove and carefully slide down. Be careful and gentle, alright? No rush here.” He continuously comforted, guiding you and you nodded, inhaling a deep and brief breath.

Then you sunk more, his girth expanding your hole. Little movement and reassuring words from your brother helped you take the entirety of his cock and when your ass finally met his thighs, Aegon groaned. You felt his cock twitch inside you and your hold around his nape tightened. The pain was throbbing and hot — consuming your whole being but the fact you were so full with your brother's cock, contempt, you let out a drunk giggle.

Short on breath but still, you smiled at Aegon.

While you two descended deeper into forbidden pleasures, Aemond had gotten free time to come see you.

After intense sword training and back and forth of sharing strategies of the war with Ser Criston Cole, Aemond had found his feet switching route — bringing you to the hallway where your chambers were located. As he walked, with each step, he felt extreme excitement build up in his stomach. Finally having enough time to spare you a visit and get drunk, bask in your presence.

He hoped that Aegon would not be there as he wanted you all to himself, especially for tonight.

Upon opening the door to your chambers, the view before him left him astonished and there were rarely many things that left Aemond Targaryen astonished. He was quick to close the doors, not wishing for anyone to come across the Princess’ bed chambers and witness such sin.

His hands formed into fists — how you sat on top of Aegon, hips oscillating in a sensual manner. Too sensual for someone as innocent as you and he knew Aegon had managed to ruin and defile the only pure thing about house Targaryen. Yet fucking again. You two were so indulged and far gone in your pleasures that Aemond’s presence was barely noticed.

But then Aegon caught his brother's tall figure by the door.

“Oh brother, welcome.” He called out, although it was more of a moan and you turned to look at Aemond.

Your cunt tightened at Aegon when gaze laid over your brother, the one you missed the most since he barely had time to spare. Aegon let out a hoarse chuckle, shaking his head at his brother. “You will not fucking believe it but our sister's cunt became more tight upon seeing you.”

Aemond’s teeth gritted. “Mittys, that is our sister.” (Fool)

“Do not pretend as if you have not wished to do this more than I have.” He voiced it out, hand pressing into your waist. You whimpered as Aegon made you move on his cock and by now the pain had subsided, pleasure coming in to take control. You began to roll your hips over his thighs, eyes locked with Aemond.

You needed him too, your eyes screamed for him to come closer and as if you had telepathically communicated, Aemond sauntered towards the bed.

You whined when Aegon pushed his hips up, breaching furthermore of your cunt. “Aemond.”

Aegon was inside you but you were moaning for Aemond and the older brother did not even find it upsetting. Rather his cock hardened even more — if possible, hearing you whine and ache for your younger brother with such need. He did not mind sharing you with Aemond, as long as he could have his fill of you too.

“A-Aegon said I could make you both happier like this. I want to, I love you. You're my brothers.” You expressed your profound love for them, nodding your head as Aemond slipped of his leather gloves. He tossed them aside and reached for your hair, taking a strand and curling it around his finger. His nose catching a whiff of the perfumes and oils you were basking in, yet the natural scent of roses was enough to drive him fucking crazy.

He leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. Eye following the stretch mark trailing down to your breasts and the stretched flesh made him realize that you had grown. You were not a little girl anymore but you were still their little sister. Your rosy nipples were peaked — demanding attention and Aemond hissed.

His own cock bulging against his leather slacks and Aegon saw it.

Aegon moved inside you, thrusting up and you lost composure. Lips breaking apart to let out the most feminine sounds, silver strands glued on a perspired forehead as Aemond watched you bounce on his brother's cock with vigor. Your fingernails had dug into Aegon’s nape and tears sat beautifully like pearls in your waterline.

It was evident that you were sensitive, nothing like the common whores.

“Does she not look fucking beautiful, bouncing on her big brother's cock like that?”

Aemond wanted to punch Aegon but he was not wrong. You did look celestial, out of this world with how you bounced up and down on his cock, trying to desperately please him.

Aegon rolled his eyes at Aemond. “Are you only going to just watch? I have taught her things, with her hand and mouth. Be a dear and show him, sister.”

Like a trained puppy, you were quick to oblige, hands extended to work gracefully over Aemond’s leather slacks. You undid them, pulling at the leather and he watched how eager and desperate you were. Hands moving with a significant tremor.

“Aemond,” he raised his eye from your hands to your face. “may I please have you in my mouth?”

If the offer had crawled to him on its fucking fours with the most precious doe eyes, who was he to deny? He, too was a man at the end and had perpetually craved you the same as Aegon. Only he was subtle with his desires.

“Yes, my sweet sister.” Aemond whispered, staring at you. His consent made you flourish like the moonlight, bright and glowing right in his face.

Aegon decided it would be better to switch positions and he pulled out, bringing you on all your fours and giving space to Aemond against the bed headboard. He shifted, sprawled out before you, leather slacks and small clothes long gone. In the process, Aegon had stripped himself bare too but the brothers wanted you to not remove the dress.

Just how easily they had access to you despite the dress, it enticed them.

With Aemond’s cock in your hand, you came to a conclusion that his was the prettiest. It was longer than Aegon’s but had almost the same girth. Protruding veins embedded inside the pale skin, his balls hot and throbbing with an ache. You looked up at him and smiled and all Aemond could do was return it and fucking melt.

“Aemond, remove your eye patch. I want to see you whole.” You voiced out your desires and he reached for the eye patch, sliding it off and tossing it aside. The sapphire sparkled like crazy in his eye and you had always found it to be the most coolest and breathtaking thing about Aemond.

Having less of a part than the others did not make him less human too.

Though he appeared more like a god. The fire from the fireplace casting a soft golden glow over both brothers, leaving them heated with pent up desires.

Aegon had already pummeled his cock back into you, not after witnessing the blood staining his length. Testament of your chasity staining him fully and his wanton for you only grew more. You pressed a little kiss to Aemond’s tip — watching him with your deer like purple eyes and he hissed, hand moving to interview with your silver strands.

Eventually you wrapped your lips around his head, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth while using your hand to stroke the rest which failed to fit. All while Aegon drove himself deeper inside your sweet, innocent cunt, drawing pathetic little whines out of you.

Aemond groaned, fingers tightening around your roots when the vibrations from your moans sent waves of electricity straight into his loins. You choked when he breached your throat, sputtering around him. Drool and cum glistening around your mouth. Your younger brother sighed pleasure, primary focus of his one eye.

“Messy little girl,” he taunted, the fluids dripping from your chin.

Aegon nestled his cock over and over into your sweet spot, urging you to reach your peak and unravel. “L-Look at her. So fucking obedient and pliant. I want to watch her stomach swell up with my babe. That way mother won't try to marry her off to someone else, some fucking riverrun lord.”

Aemond’s attention snapped to his brother's words, and Aegon only nodded. Letting him know that they were close to losing their sister but not anymore. The sweet dove was tainted, used and claimed. Even if their mother tried to marry her off, she was already tainted by her brothers and no lord would want her. That pleased both Aemond and Aegon.

“Gods, what a blessing you are.” Aemond praised you, highly, palm pressing deeper on your head, encouraging you to take him deeper and you did. His head sliding into the confines of your tight, wet throat. “Perfect little girl, a cocksleeve.”

With each thrust from Aegon, your body moved forward against Aemond’s. A sweaty mess of pleasure and bodied you three were but that did not matter. Aegon felt his peak near, tethering onto it and soon he finished inside you after delivering harsh, potent stutters of hips into you. Your cunt tightened, sucking him in, like a vice.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Like that, little dove, take me in, all of me. Milk me fucking dry, let me breed you so you carry my silver haired children.”

Aemond didn't mind his brother having you first and defiling you, since he pretty sure had your throat first. You were theirs and that's all that mattered. Gagging sounds reverberated in the room along with strong sounds of skin slapping against skin. Your peak danced around too, and when Aemond fucked his cock harshly into your throat, you squeezed around Aegon’s cock and came all over. Tears splurging out, making a mess on your face.

Your whole body twitching from the intense climax. Thighs shaking and sensitivity heightened. Followed by your release, Aemond pursued. Release spurts of white into your mouth, spending fully inside you. Yet he did not unhand you, holding your head in place to fuck his hot load into your mouth.

Once he was done, he pulled out and grasped your chin, peeking inside. “Swallow it whole, Princess.”

And you did. Gulping down the remnants of his spend.

Your head, tired from being in one position, laid right on Aemond’s bare thigh. Aegon was still inside you and when he pulled out, he saw your gaping hole spurt out his white residual. Parts that failed to reach your womb but it did not matter. He would breed you over and over again until you were to end up with his child.

Or Aemond’s.

As long as it was a silver haired babe.

“A-Are you happy now?” You asked, a question for both of your brothers and Aemond nodded his head, running his slim fingers in your hair.

Aegon crawled upto you, laying next to Aemond. A subtle smile playing at his lips, eyes hooded and body weary from all the hard work. “Very happy, little dove. We could not have asked for a better sister.”

Your pale flushed skin reddened as Aemond moved you, bringing you closer to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. Aegon admired the two of you, pleased with the fucked up dynamics of his family. This was a pleasure he could not have found or ever would find in the bed of a whore. You were the apple of their eye and they could not let you go, even if it meant restoring to such methods.

Your hands cupped your younger brother's face, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

Aemond had expected it to be a gentle peck but it grew needy and hasty, exactly how Aegon had taught you. Your lips suckling on his like a babe, trying to pry his mouth open and meet your tongue with his. You seemed addicted, desperate to kiss your younger brother the same way you had kissed your older. The kiss grew heated as Aemond opened his lips, finally taking control and dominating your mouth.

You whimpered, and Aemond could taste the residual of his orgasm. It did not phase him as he continued relishing in the sweet kiss, feeling your cunt beginning to rut against his already hardening cock.

When you broke the kiss, Aemond admired you before shifting his attention to Aegon who had a nasty grin on his face. “You're responsible for this.”

“Proudly. Only had to teach her once and look at how she's already sucking on your lips like it's a fucking cock.” He cheered, reaching over to pinch your cheeks. You giggled and hugged your younger brother, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

The three of you did not leave your chambers that night while the whole of red keep searched endlessly for the sword, the King and the maiden.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 11 months ago

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A promise kept

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 8

Prompt: Idiots to lovers

Rated: G

Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; Mistaken identity; Fluff; Modern AU if you squint

CW: none

Notes: @house-of-the-moving-image and I came up with this while bouncing ideas for another drabble and fell instantly in love with the idea. Be sure to also check out the precious art they made!!!

The bars of the jungle gym creak but Steve doesn’t lift his face from his hunched knees.

“Hey, big boy, don't cry.”

“‘m not crying. Go away!”

This is ridiculous. He's almost eight, and eight-year-old boys don't cry. Not even if their only friend in the whole world just told them they're moving away to live with their uncle.

They don't even know each other’s names. Names don't matter when you're eight and you're both at the park and looking for someone to play with.

So Steve is big boy.

And his friend … well, Steve mostly calls him his dragon.

It's because of this game they have. Steve is a king and the other boy his dragon and the jungle gym their castle, and every day, they have a new adventure.

Except now, there won't be any more adventures.

“Oh? But how am I supposed to give you this?”

Steve lifts his head, goes a bit cross-eyed at the flower that's hovering right in front of his face.

“What would I want with that?” he snaps. “Flowers are for girls.”

His dragon chuckles as he joins him on his perch. The playground stretches out under them. Their kingdom.

“But this isn't just any flower. It's magical.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Magical?”

“Yup!” His friend's face breaks into a grin, two teeth short. “As long as you keep it, I'll always make my way back to you. It may take a while, but I'll find you eventually.”

“Promise?” Steve murmurs. There's a lump in his throat and it comes out small and quiet.

“I promise.” The other boy winks and tugs the flower behind his ear. “That I'll find you, and that I'll always be your dragon. And now, my king … how about one final adventure?”

The colors of the jungle gym are faded with age. Like the pressed flower in its frame on his bedroom wall.

“Oh hey, Steve!”

Steve looks up from the book in his lap to find a familiar someone next to their picnic blanket.

“Eddie, hi!” He smiles, even as his stomach drops. “I … what are you doing here?”

“Steve?” Will asks, ogling Eddie's tattoos and wild hair with large eyes. “Who's this?”

“Oh, erm …” Steve runs an awkward hand through his hair. “My friend Eddie. He just moved here. Eddie, this is Will and El, the kids I babysit?”

“Of course,” Eddie dips into a bow, which makes the twins giggle. “Steve has told me all about you.”

“Do you want to sit with us?” El asks. “Steve is reading the How to train your dragon books to us.”

“Fuck yeah, I love dragons!” Eddie cheers. Only he doesn’t sit on the blanket like a normal person - he perches himself on the steps of the jungle gym and hisses, pulling a silly face and mimicking claws with his hands. El whoops and claps while Will smiles shyly. Steve needs to swallow against the memories that threaten to crawl up his throat.

“Was it alright to invite Eddie?” El asks. They've finished reading for the day and she helped Steve get snow cones. “You said he's your friend, but you seem sad when you look at him.”

Steve sighs.

“It's okay,” he says, because how do you explain this to a seven-year-old?

How do you explain I only met him a few weeks ago but I really like him and it confuses me because it seems like I've known him forever because he reminds me so much of someone I used to know and I'm scared because it feels like I'm betraying that person even though I'm sure they've long forgotten about me?

Will is up on the jungle gym when they round the corner, beaming from ear to ear and talking animatedly with Eddie, who is gesturing up at him from the ground.

“El!” he calls out when he spots his sister. She smiles and clambers up to join him, handing over one of the dripping snow cones. “Eddie has the best ideas. He just told me about this game he used to play as a kid. Did you know the jungle gym could be a castle and we could be kings and dragons? What do you want to be? We could-”

“Steve?”

Someone touches his shoulder and he flinches back into his own body. Eddie’s voice is full of concern, and okay, that's probably because he just dropped their snow cones. They're forming rainbow-colored puddles in the grass.

“Stevie, c'mon, talk to me! You're freaking me out here!”

He snaps his head up.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Eddie smiles. His eyes are large with worry. Large and brown and crinkling at the corners and so familiar and Steve's an idiot. “You just zoned out there, I thought-”

“It's you,” Steve mutters. His hands are shaking and his eyes are stinging and then the next thing he knows is that his arms are around Eddie’s neck and he's sobbing into his shoulder. “Holy fuck, it's really you! You're my dragon!”

“Wait, what?” Eddie pulls back, smile wide and incredulous. His fingers wipe away Steve’s tears, trace the shape of his cheekbones and jaw. “You're- Shit, really? I knew you looked familiar, but I thought there was no way-”

“I was feeling so bad!” Steve blurts, chest heaving with what might be sobs or laughter, and who cares really, when he found his dragon again? “I was so scared to fall for you because-”

“Oh?” Eddie’s grin isn't missing any teeth, but it's still just as brilliant. “Are you now?”

“Huh?”

Eddie chuckles. “Falling for me?”

Steve feels himself flush, even as he gives a shaky nod. Eddie’s eyes are soft as he pulls him in.

“It's okay, big boy. You don't have to be afraid of anything while I'm around.”

“This is really weird,” El whispers from somewhere above them as their lips meet. “I don't think they understand how being friends works.”

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daenysx · 2 years ago

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Hi! Can you do modern! aemond x fem reader, where the reader and aemond just fuck but have no relationship, then reader finds she is pregnant with aemond's baby and start to run from him because he is a targaryen an she knows how bad unlegitime children are for the targaryens, aemond's older sister and her children are a very clear example. (Targaryens are very important people, like CEOs of big companies and they are also in politics)

Love your writing 💗

thank you for this request and your beautiful words, i hope you like it. requests are open!!

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part 1 - pretending

telling modern!aemond you are pregnant but you are not in a relationship.

his bedroom. it's always his bedroom. you are in his bed, naked, your legs wrapped around his waist. he is on top of you, moving his cock inside you with a beautifully painful rhytm. his head is buried to your neck, kissing and bruising the sensitive spots. his breath is hot, as always. he is never cold. blood of the dragon they say.

when he feels that you are close he keeps moving the way he knows you like.

"i know you're close. come for me."

you arch your back to him, relaxing your muscles. he keeps thrusting and finally comes inside you. breathing sounds fill his room. he lays next to you, covers your naked body with a sheet.

it has been like this for almost 7 months, every thursday night. it's just sex. aemond is not your friend, and he certainly is not your lover. this is just an arrangement. at least that's what you always remind yourself.

if there is a chance, you can easily fall in love with a guy like aemond targaryen. he is perfect. perfect for you, satisfies you the way no one can. sometimes you can see it in his face that he cares about you. still, there is no relationship.

"would you like to stay here tonight?"

staying here tonight is dangerous in an arrangement like this. it can lead to feelings which is something you don't want.

still, it is so beautiful right now, to sleep in a warm bed, wrapped around his muscular body. you are minutes away from sleeping you can feel that.

"do you want me to stay?"

"i wouldn't ask you if i don't want you to stay, sweet girl."

and then there is this fucking endearment words. you love them. you love him calling you those words. they don't help with your feelings. you can't stop yourself imagining being his lover and hearing those words from his mouth. fuck.

"alright then. i'll stay."

maybe it's a bad decision. but aemond does not want to sleep alone tonight. he likes the way your side of the bed being warm, sheets around your waist. he likes the way you smell in his bed. he likes you being in his bed, like you two are in an actual relationship.

in the morning, it will be back to normal, but right now both of you use this opportunity to pretend. it's lovely to pretend.

°°°

next wednesday, you don't want to leave your bed. you feel like you will throw up anytime you get out of the bed. you think of food poisoning first, and then a possibility which is worse. you think of that drunk night with aemond which was almost a month ago. what if i am pregnant?

maybe it's crazy to jump into conclusions like this but you can't help it. you feel a sudden rush, going out of the bed not caring about your stomach. you buy a couple of pregnancy tests and go back your apartment.

they are positive. all of them. you are pregnant with aemond targaryen's baby. there hasn't been anyone else other than him, if you are pregnant he is the father.

all possible outcomes pass through your brain. he probably doesn't want to be a father at his young age, and you are not his wife so his family will not approve that. they probably will not approve you even if he wants to marry you. your child will be a bastard in their eyes. you think of all the rumors about his older sister and her children. this will not be good.

but maybe, maybe you can raise this child on your own. aemond doesn't have to participate. all you have to do is to back off from your sex arrangement. it's cruel to keep his child away from him but at least his family, the great owners of the targaryen corp. will be away from this.

you text him.

"i'm sorry but i can't do this anymore."

a little dramatic but still clear. he should understand this. if he wants a person just for sex he can find someone else.

there is no text or call from aemond. instead there is a person knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

"aemond, what are you doing here at this hour?"

"sorry love, i thought it would be best if i come at midnight, since midnights are ours, remember?"

"not anymore. i'm sorry."

"you are sorry, that you told this to me with a simple text or that you do not want to be a part of this arrangement anymore?"

he looks angry. he is quick when he speaks, looking for answers. it's clear that he needs logical reasons to understand.

"i can't do this aemond. not because i don't want to but because i can't."

he still doesn't see anything. doesn't understand why you leave him.

"i'm sorry, if you are trying to drive me crazy, you will accomplish that. why? it's all i'm asking, why?!"

his voice echoes in your ears.

"is there someone else? did you fall for someone else and leaving me because of them?"

his voice is full of pain.

"no, for the love of god. i didn't fall for someone else, why would you think that?"

"then why are you leaving me?"

"because i'm pregnant!"

this time it's your voice full of pain and you feel tears on your face.

"you are- you are pregnant?"

now he knows. that's not how you planned but it was a stupid plan anyway.

"yes, i'm pregnant and it's your baby but you don't have to participate, i know your family will not approve this."

he looks shocked. he doesn't care about his family, why would he? everyone in his family are sinners in their own way. he didn't do anything wrong until this day. still, this is nothing wrong. he doesn't seek their approvements anyway. he only cares about you and the baby.

he comes closer to you, holds your face in his hands, his thumbs are on your tears, drying them.

"you are with my child, hmm? my beautiful girl."

you can't believe his words.

"aemond, we are not in a relationship, how can you react like this? i'm talking about your family!"

"we will not care about my family or anyone else. i don't give a shit about anyone who is not you."

this is too much. literally.

"tell me, what do you feel for me, my sweet girl? did you really want me for sex or did you feel the bond we have when we were just sleeping in my bed? did you ever feel my love for you?"

you blink in suprise.

"are you telling me that you love me?"

"i'm telling you that i'm fucking in love with you. and this baby isn't a mistake."

so, he loves you back. maybe you are dreaming but his hands on your belly don't feel like a dream. you can finally accept your feelings for him.

"i'm in love with you, aemond. i don't know for how long, i just tried to ignore feelings since it was just sex."

"but it wasn't just sex, was it? and now we will have a baby."

"are you sure there won't be any problem? do you really want this baby?"

he chuckles lightly. he has sparkles in his eyes.

"i want this baby with you. i will do anything for your happiness my love. anything for you and our baby. you have nothing to worry about."

but there is something else.

"will our baby be illegimate? i know it's bad for your reputation and it certainly is not good for mine."

"no, darling. our baby will not be illegimate, i won't let it happen. but i would like to propose my future wife with a better organization don't you think?"

he is amused. and you love him. he holds you in his arms, safe and secured. you will be happy with him. you will make up for all the time you lost with him. everything will be okay.

(part 2)

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targayrenss · 1 year ago

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A Dance With Dragons (I) -Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

pairing:Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Jocelyn had never met her father's sister, but according to him, they were both very alike.

After her uncomfortable funeral, Jocelyn decided to go to the beach to soak her feet a bit, that was the excuse she gave her mother to get out of that uncomfortable place.

Looking at the sea she thought about how nice it would be to have a funeral like her aunt's, they were born from the sea and in her death they would return to hers, Jocelyn always thought of her as more Velaryon than Targaryen.

She loved her mother's house, she loved her dragon, star, she and her dragon shared a very special bond, Jocelyn loved everything about her dragon, from her star-like white eyes to her sea-blue scales.

She knew that one day it would be the dragon of one of her future children that would burn her body, she would rather become another fish in the sea than be reduced to ashes.

"I see your father didn't lie when he said you're the spitting image of him." Jocelyn tilted her head to see the owner of that voice.

Daemon Targaryen, Jocelyn had never met her uncle nor was she interested in doing so, and apparently her mother had no interest in her meeting him either.

—Uncle, I am very sorry for your loss, I would have loved to meet my aunt, my father always tells me the stories of his childhood shared with his sister

Daemon didn't answer but smiled at her, Jocelyn thought that was it so she turned her gaze back to the sea.

The prince took a seat on the sand next to her—It's beautiful, isn't it? I've never been so interested in the sea but now I can see how beautiful it is.

Jocelyn just nodded.

As she watched the sea, Daemon looked at her.

Jocelyn doubted if what she was going to ask was appropriate, she was comfortable and she was afraid that her question would ruin everything.

—Do you think I'll be a good queen?

-Who are they?

—Everyone! Everyone will hate me, they minimized my reign, the mother says that I will get married soon, the people will see my husband as their king, not as a king consort.

Smart girl, she was right in everything she said but at least she knows the truth, not like her mother who is completely blind to people's opinions.

—Whether they hate you or not, they will have to accept you as their queen, and if they don't, don't hesitate to burn them to ashes.

Jocelyn and Daemon looked at each other, both smiling at each other.

"My prince! Princess! His presence is requested in the throne room." The guard looked quite agitated.

Daemon took Jocelyn's shoulder and led them both into the living room.

The closer they got they could hear the screams coming from inside, Jocelyn hurried on until she flung open the door.

Everyone's attention fell on the young princess and the Daemon prince.

“Luke! Jace! What happened?” Jocelyn knelt down to her smallest brother's level, “Come on, show your sister.

“They attacked me!” Jocelyn looked from her to Aemond, the poor man mutilated.

Jocelyn shared a look with Daemon which did not go unnoticed by Rhaenyra.

She didn't know when or how, but the queen had thrown herself at her mother with a knife in her hand, managing to make a big cut on her arm.

"Enough, we can't go on like this! We're family!" Viserys yelled at everyone, "I'm not going to allow this family to separate anymore."

Jocelyn felt the king's gaze on her.

"My granddaughter, Jocelyn, and my son Aegon will marry, they will both inherit Dragonstone, and when their time comes, they will both reign together."

"Father." Rhaenyra tried to convince her father that this was a bad idea.

—It's an order! My granddaughter has already bled but she will be until she is sixteen days old when they should get married.

Jocelyn couldn't believe that she would have to marry Aegon, it was the compensation prize for a fight neither of them were involved in.

She went to sleep thinking that everything would improve but she did not, when she woke up she went directly to her father's funeral.

When her father's ashes were thrown into the sea, she Jocelyn headed to the beach hoping that if she went into the sea she would feel her father one last time.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not hear the footsteps that followed her.

"Sorry for your loss, niece."

Jocelyn was slow to answer, once again wondering if what was about to come out of her mouth was for the best, but she did.

I need you to do something for me, man.

Jocelyn turned back, seeing her uncle, he had more than thirty days of his name, he was taller than her, Jocelyn thought that even if she wasn't a girl he would still be taller than her, his eyes are the darkest violet she has ever seen.

"Take me to Dragonstone and make me your wife."

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 2 years ago

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Blooming Love

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest

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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.

Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.

"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.

"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.

Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.

"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.

"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.

"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.

"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.

The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.

"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.

"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.

"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.

"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.

"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.

"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.

"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.

Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.

Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.

"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.

"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.

"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.

The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.

"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.

"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.

Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.

Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.

"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.

"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.

"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.

"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.

"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.

"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.

"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.

"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.

"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.

"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.

The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.

Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.

Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.

"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"

"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.

"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.

"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.

"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.

"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.

"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.

Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.

"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.

"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.

"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.

"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.

"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.

"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.

"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.

"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.

"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.

"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.

"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.

"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.

"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.

"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.

"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.

"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.

"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.

"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.

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startanewdream · 1 year ago

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"Harry... and Ginny."

A happy squeal. "Yes."

"Ginny and Harry."

"Yes."

"My best friend and—"

"Your best sister." The giggle turns into a snort, but Hermione is past caring. She was right, despite Harry's throw away comments and Ginny's insistence that they were just friends—Hermione had seen that from afar.

And, yes, she is also happy for them.

Ron blinks. "Did you know?"

"That Harry was going to come here, Ginny would jump into his arms, and they would snog in front of everyone? Well, no. But that they had feelings for each other... it was obvious."

"It bloody wasn't—a guy has no warning—why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you turn a Welsh Dragon whenever you think someone might fancy your sister."

Ron's ears turn pink. "Well, I'm her big brother, someone needs to—but anyway, it's Harry. He wouldn't, you know—"

"Mistreat Ginny?" She smirks. "I'm pretty sure Harry is treating her very well right now."

"No, stop it, I don't want—seeing once was more than enough—"

"I don't think you only see it once."

"Ugh—why are you being mean?"

She sobers up. "I'm not." She pulls him close to the table with drinks, urging Ron to accept a butterbeer. "I just think you should prepare yourself. And I know Harry, he was nervous around you as it was."

"Me? Why?"

"Ron... you are 'her big brother'. Welsh Dragon? Almost jinxed Dean?"

"It was Dean. He wasn't good enough."

"Oh, keep talking like that and it's Ginny who you should worry about, not Harry."

"Even Ginny agrees that Dean is a git now."

"The only thing Ginny agrees with is that you have no business in her romantic life—right? You are not giving Harry the older brother talk, are you?"

"I will?" His eyes widen. "Oh, Merlin's butt, I should, shouldn't I? It's Harry—"

"Your best friend, exactly! Don't give him a hard time—Harry's had a crush on Ginny for ages now—"

"I won't give him a hard time." Ron frowns. "I may have been blind to Harry crushing on my sister, but I saw how they looked."

"And how it was?"

"Happy," says Ron simply. "Ginny is that bright spot of sunshine when she wants, okay, nothing unusual, but Harry—he was beaming. I never saw him like that, not on his first Quidditch match, nor when Gryffindor won the cup. It was almost weird."

Hermione sighs. "Yeah... After everything—I am so thrilled for them."

"Me too," he agrees, then Ron blinks. "Me too." He coughs. "That's not to say I am not going to have a little talk with Harry—"

"Ron..."

"But away from Ginny's ears. Just in case."

She grins. "Smart."

(a prequel to this)

#hbp missing moment #i don't even know where this came from #Hinny

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myfandomprompts · 1 year ago

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To Risk It All | Chapter 4

Summary: Daera meet Princess Helaena, and is properly introduced to her betrothed.

Warnings: None. | Previous part - Masterlist

In the midst of her family and the Queen's machinations, Daera has at least been allowed to fly home to attend her father's funeral in the following days. Her mother had argued with fear in her eyes when she understood that she would be forced back on Driftmark with her children until the marriage pact would be forwarded, and in the end, had insisted upon Daera and Daemion flying there in a few days instead of sailing with her. Daera did not understand her fear, but she was set on discovering what had her mother make her and her sibling stay away from Driftmark.

Lady Elinda had boarded in the morning, and Daera was left unable to escape the Queen's proposition as she had come to her later in the afternoon. "It is long past due that you meet my daughter. You are the same age, and you both ride dragons.”

So there she was, in Princess Helaena’s chambers for tea time, one of her ladies-in-waiting knitting next to the balcony while the midwives played with the royal twins, cute silver-haired heads surrounded by dragon-shaped toys. Seated on the comfortable couch, Helaena was barely looking at her, as if afraid to meet her eyes as she bounced her third child, Maelor, on her knee. Only when Daera had found the courage to mention the beauty of her canvas on which a caterpillar shone black and red had the Princess lifted her head and broke the babbling silence.

After a few courtesies exchanged, however, the conversation turned unexpectedly heavier. "Why don’t they let you grieve?"

The words made Daera stop the hand that reached for cake in mid-air as she glanced back at Helaena’s curious expression, surprised. On this day, Daera wore the darkest gown her mother had brought back for her, of marine fabric so deep it could have easily been taken for black with only some silver threads that showed at the hem of the neckline.

"That is… A very pertinent question, Princess. One I have no answer to, in truth. I lost my father a few days ago and now I am to marry away from my home. It seemed like time had shortened considerably."

Helaena lowered her head as Daera darkly laughed and nodded once, her lips drawn in a thin line. "Time is sometimes blurry as well as it is short. It melts together in one big ball of wool, intertwined," the Princess stated softly, taking Maelor's tiny hand as she gave you a shrug. "But you should be able to be left alone in your sorrow, in the least. Time has not granted you that yet.”

"No, it hasn't…" Daera replied, displaying a genuine smile on her face at the Princess’ sympathy. For the first time since she had arrived in King’s Landing, she suddenly felt understood. "And I fear that it will not repair my family's misfortune."

Helaena said nothing back as they settled again in a not so uncomfortable silence, only the sounds of children and playing coming to add to their eating. When Daera was about to pour herself another cup of tea, she saw the Princess’ eyes suddenly brighten up as she looked at something behind her shoulders.

Daera turned to meet the icy gaze of Aemond Targaryen, standing at the threshold, like frozen in place. She saw the moment he noticed her as she stared back at him, his lips closing in reaction before glancing around the room as if he hadn’t expected to find the place this crowded. "I'll… come back later, sister."

"No!" Helanea exclaimed, and it was the first time Daera heard her voice louder than a whisper, almost joyful. "You have barely been around since father's dinner. Come, please."

Aemond did not move at once, rather standing awkwardly at the entrance and staring back at her sister like she was asking for the impossible. Daera was almost convinced that he would refuse and depart, but Maelor had crept on the floor without their notice and was making his way to his uncle, babbling. When he reached Aemond's feet, extending his tiny hands to him, the Prince was forced to look down as he grabbed his boots, raising his bright eyes to him. She pondered whether or not Aemond would recoil or just turn back and leave, but what he did surprised her.

He lowered himself to Maelor before scooping him into his arms with ease, eliciting a giggle from the latter as he did so and came to sit on the chair closer to the door, far from his sister, far from her.

Maelor seemed happy, sitting comfortably on his uncle’s lap as Aemond held on his waist, a smile not quite reaching his eye as he observed his nephew that started playing with the length of his hair.

It was odd, soft, even, seeing the Prince in this position. It seemed so natural, so familiar for him that Daera felt something in her tense and softener at the same time. He looked so comfortable, casually leaning in the chair watching his nephew with a peaceful eye, a version of him she had not yet seen. It made her wonder how often he came here to spend time with them, how close he was with children, and if Aegon gave them the same attention as his brother did.

She remembered that she was staring when Helaena's voice came again.

"How is Cyrenna?" she inquired lightly at her brother.

"Fine," he plainly answered, demeanour still coldly composed while Daera noted the name in a corner of her mind.

"Did you tell her yet?" Helaena asked next, grabbing the canvas at her side to play with it.

The man in question turned her head to her, careful to not cross Daera's eyes that stood in his vision to his sibling. "Tell her what, sister?"

"That the knife was hers?"

Both him and Daera looked at her, confusion much more prominent on Daera's face, and the Princess only stared back at them like she had said the most obvious thing in the world.

"The knife?" repeated Aemond softly.

"Yes. If it was hers, it would surely make her accountable, would it not?"

Daera chose to appear unconcerned by the very odd conversation happening and proceeded to feign interest in the toy Maelor was currently hitting the Prince’s chest with. The latter did not seem as confused as she was, but the slight movement of his brow over his eye told her that he was as clueless.

"Yes. Yes you are right," he finally indulged, careful. “ I will tell her next time I see her."

Daera looked back at the cup on her lap when she felt Aemond’s gaze on her, trying to hide her embarrassment. She wondered when she had ever been in such an odd situation before.

Helaena simply nodded in contentment, resuming to examine her canvas dreamily while Aemond returned his gaze on Maelor who had started to reach for the leather strap that covered his forehead. Daera dared to observe them as Aemond spoke a soft ‘No’ when the infant came close to completely lift up the patch that covered his eyes and Daera found herself craving to see what was under it.

How had it healed since she had seen it wide open in the Hall of the Nine? The scar on his cheek and forehead had healed beautifully she had to admit, giving a fierceness to his features that certainly suited him but it was nothing next to the appearance of the eye patch he wore. Would there be a gap there? Would it still be tightly sewn together, the skin fixed and repaired? Or something else entirely she could not picture in her feeble mind?

From where she sat she could only see his profile, the shape of his nose and jaw, sharp against the light that came from the windows, his hair glowing softly as he leaned in order to reach for the toy Maelor had just dropped. Once in the child’s hand, Helaena glanced at it and her eyes seemed to lighten.

“I always wondered how come you had claimed your dragon, Lady Velaryon,” she asked with knitted brows, curious. “It is always such wonderful stories to tell!”

She looked so much happier in her brother's presence.

Daera pursed her lips before answering. “Oh, I don’t truly remember… I just recall entering Dragonmount and… Seasmoke was there. We’ve never been apart since then,” she ended with a small smile.

Helaena looked disappointed. “Oh, this is such a shame. We all remember our claimings, I think,” she said pensively before looking at her brother. “You do remember Aemond, do you not?”

He gave his sister the briefest of glances before looking back at Maelor, his body tensing up inexplicably. But his voice was still enticingly composed. “Of course I remember.”

Helaena made a satisfying gesture before keeping on. “It was instinct, wasn’t it? What led you to Vhagar? This is what you told me if I recall correctly. Or was it destiny? It’s been so long.”

Aemond hummed, as if set on expressing how uninterested he was for the current conversation but answered nonetheless. “Something like that, yes.”

It drew Daera’s full attention, and as something in her memory stirred she heard the words out of her mouth before she could even think twice. “Instinct, was it? How peculiar.”

He snapped his head at her, his no longer peaceful eye locking with hers again, penetrating. Daera felt her spine go rigid as she held his gaze, unwilling to let go as she chose to assume her words, although not entirely sure what she would gain from them. She felt as if he was going to scold her for having contradicted him, his warning from the library still fresh in her mind and stuck beneath her skin.

But he kept his eye fixated on her as he spoke with the same soft tone he had used for his sister. “Yes, peculiar indeed.”

The silence between them seemed to stretch and even Maelor came to a stop in order to observe his uncle and Daera’s silent interaction, disappointed that the former was not paying attention to him anymore. Helaena did notice as well and made quick work of defusing the tension, making Daera draw a sharp breath when she heard her voice.

“I remember Aegon dragging me in the Dragonpit to show me Sunfyre and seeing Dreamfyre come to me on her own. It was a nice feeling, it was as if she was speaking to me, greeting me into her lair.”

Daera had escaped Aemond’s eye and was now smiling at Helaena. “It is a sweet story, Princess. I have heard of Dreamfyre’s beauty but I didn’t have a chance to take a look at her when I came with Seasmoke.”

She could still feel the single violet eye on the back of her neck.

“Oh, she is wonderful,” she blissfully answered, eyes beaming. “You should see her when- where are you going?”

Aemond had put Maelor back on the ground with care and was now standing up, straightening his tunic with his body turned towards the door. He took care in ignoring Daera completely as he kissed the top of Maelor’s head.

“I have matters to attend to. I will see you later, sister, I promise.”

He was out of the room as fast as the wind, leaving poor Maelor to look at the door where his uncle had disappeared and Daera had no time to stand up to bow. She was left to her thoughts, memories of Driftmark she had tried to forget becoming clearer in her mind, coming back like a vivid dream, spurred by the man that had just left the room.

When Helaena proposed a game of dice, Daera considered refusing politely, already craving the loneliness of her chambers, but she had no time to when the Queen entered the room with determination.

“Lady Velaryon!” she exclaimed as a knight that followed her like her shadow stood by the door behind her. “I am afraid that I came to steal you from my daughter’s company. I don’t believe you’ve properly met with your betrothed yet?”

“I believe they did, mother. They’ve talked as much as the mantis has legs.”

Alicent quirked an eyebrow at her daughter before looking back at Daera, standing in front of her, mouth open. “Four times? Is this true?”

Daera had no time to think of the mantis’s numbers of legs as she tried to muster a response. “I actually met him once, your Grace.”

She tried not to be too condescending as you corrected the Princess’ strange calculation and waited for the Queen to react.

“Well, this is not enough, is it? I have talked with your Lady mother before she left and gained her blessing to organise a proper meeting. I know this is quite sudden for you,” she said, taking several steps towards her. “I only want you to feel at home already.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” she replied, silently cursing her mother in her mind.

“Then, come. I think it is great time for you to spend time with Tyland Lannister.”

Daera gave a sharp nod before saying goodbye to Helaena and followed the Queen and the Knight outside.

It was a good day, and Daera knew that the weather would not matter anymore. She would spend the rest of the day in silent agony.

"What an odd match, don't you think?" said Aegon as he trotted towards his brother standing over the rampart.

Aemond had spent the end of the day in thoughts, dreams of a windy night and of his first flight, violet eyes staring back at him until one of his own had been taken.

She just always seemed to be in his way.

"What is?" came his annoyed response, still staring at the sea in front of him, arms behind his back.

"The Velaryon girl and Lord Tyland! I have a hard time picturing it, I must admit," Aegon stated as he leaned over the wall, gazing at a ship that sailed away below him.

Aemond was now looking at him with a slight interest. "What are you on about, speak clearly."

"The betrothal! Between Lady Velaryon and Tyland Lannister," he exclaimed with his arms in the air, "I'm surprised you do not know of it, you are usually the first to learn of these things, brother."

Aemond felt his teeth inexplicably grind together, and he reported his gaze on the sea. “Maybe it is because I do not care, brother. "

"Very well, very well," Aegon conceded, searching around for a servant to bring him a cup of wine. "Although I do not picture it, I can see why they would make a good match. The two wealthiest Houses in the realm bonding in marriage… The master of ships with the House that possesses the biggest fleet of the Seven Kingdom… Add this to the Lannister’s and you get a powerful army."

"Except that she does not own the Velaryon fleet," spoke Aemond, trying to chase the picture of a married Tyland Lannister off his mind, something quite amiss. “Nor does she have a claim to it.”

"But her brother does," Aegon continued, like pointing out something obvious. "When Corlys will have died of his wounds and the boy will be of age of course… But still, from where I am standing, it seems like a good bargain. A very good one.”

Aemond let slide the unstable logic of his brother while thinking about Daera and the conversation he had overheard with her mother a few days prior. He unconsciously reached for the ring in his pocket.

"The silent two might procreate until then, setting Daemion aside on the succession line.”

Aegon did not answer at once, instead looking at a passing bird in musing. "Hm… procreate. I wonder what tiny Tylands would look like. It is said that they shit gold."

"Have you nothing better to do than come here and be a nuisance, brother?"

"No but really. Do you think their offspring will be dragon riders?" he kept on, ignoring him. Then he let a moment pass in which Aemond heavily sighed and Aegon visibly shivered. “Brrr, lions on dragons, a Lannister. That would be an awful sight to see."

Aegon mimicked vomiting and Aemond clicked his tongue, not liking his brother's outer monologue at all. He kept his unwavering gaze on the horizon, waiting. "Dragons should stay in the Targaryen family. There is no point in having the whole realm claim one."

"Uh-huh. Although the Velaryon girl is not a 'true' Targaryen is she? Wonder how that happened…” he thought out loud, turning to lean his back against the railing, reporting his gaze on the Dungeon behind Aemond. “The Celtigars seem to be an interesting family, from what I have heard. In any case, Tyland has luck on his side. Gaining a fleet and a dragon…"

"He did not win a dragon nor a fleet. All he gained was a girl that got caught in the fucking Blacks' plots and is now paying the price for their arrogance."

His brother slowly turned his head towards him, assessing him for the first time as he saw the way he had tensed all of a sudden. "Way to not care brother. Don't you believe that marrying a Lannister is her own desire to escape her family of degenerates? This way she won’t be affiliated with a bastard or… with untamed mothers."

"You cannot be as naive as to see this marriage as what it is. There is our grandfather's written all over it, set in his ambition to make himself more powerful in gaining as many Lords to our side.”

"Dragons you mean. Well, if the Hand begins to distribute maidens to members of the council, they will be very, very happy indeed," joked Aegon, content to have his brother answer to him with the honesty he came looking for. "Besides, this is not so bad, as a price. I mean, you lost an eye to be an asset to this family, while she is only losing her virginity. I can only see that as a wi-"

"Have you nothing better to do?" Aemond repeated in a loud roar, hands falling to his side in clenched fists that made Aegon raise an eyebrow.

"What has got into you? Does Vhagar take too much time in coming? Or is it the Lady Penrose that does not satisfy you enough?” he asked with a grin, observing his brother’s expression turn from briefly furious to false tranquilness. “Talking about Lady Penrose, I crossed paths with her recently and she confided in me that you have not been very attentive to her of late. She also confessed that she has a surprise for you. Exciting, isn't it?"

But Aemond wasn't listening, rather reminded of the conversation he had with the Lady in question in the garden below them. "You were with her that night. Outside the walls."

Aegon gave him a confused look. "Eh?"

"With Daera Velaryon. People saw you leave with her. That is why you were so smug looking in front of mother's solar. What did you do, Aegon?”

Aegon smiled like he detained a secret only he was aware of. “Wouldn't you like to know."

"You cannot let your depravity infect everyone. Tell me what happened."

Aegon pouted, feeling a little insulted. "She only wished to go to the Dragonpit, so I showed her the way."

"You showed her the way?" Aemond repeated, losing his cold glare over a sneer. "No wonder she got lost.”

Aegon once again turned his head towards his brother, curious. "Lost? And how would you know that?"

Aemond pursed his lips instantly in annoyance, coming back to stare at the sky where he felt Vhagar drew ever closer.

"Oooh, it's true. You were outside as well, were you not? To fetch that thing. You saw her too, didn't y-"

”I didn’t see her, I was just assuming your poor skills at giving directions,” Aemond spat coldly as he narrowed his eyes at the horizon. “Next time take the passageways instead of galavanting like a commoner.”

“Oh, like you do? Boring, brother. Boring indeed.”

They could both see it now, the huge wings of the great dragon making its way towards the keep, and Aemond’s heart jumped in joy at the idea of a flight. He almost sighed in relief when he made his way toward the stoney stairs, content to leave his brother’s presence at last.

"Regarding Lady Penrose’s gift,” Aegon called to him as he went down the stairs. “I hope it's not one of those awful feathers she wears. I will tell you, brother, it would not suit you."

When Aemond was finally down in the gravelled beach where Vhagar landed with a loud thump, scaring the seagulls perched over the nearby tower, he pulled out the golden and blue ring out of his pocket and took a moment to examine it once more.

He didn't know why he had kept it, but there was something about this ring that comforted him. A token that from a House he had grown almost intimate with. Who had taken from him and given to him.

He would find a way to put it in a place she would find it and she would never learn of him holding on to it for so long.

One day.

Tyland Lannister was a proud man and Daera’s time with him had shown her that she would have to make great efforts to grow accustomed to him.

Their conversation had been short. He had taken her around the castle, showing her places he assumed she had never seen accompanied by boisterous comments, talking to her like she needed to learn everything, from the names of the Kings to the appellation of the weapons used for tourneys, and she had quickly found that silent acquiescence was her most viable option.

This is what she did on the morrow, when Tyland took her to the gardens to parade her at his arm, and she had been unable to refuse the invitation. But as one of his servants trailed behind them at a slow pace, she found the conversation to be much more agreeable than the day before. “I never had the chance to taste Lannisport's famous spiced wine, my Lord.”

“I have a private cellar in the Little Gallery. I shall serve you some at our feast, and plenty more at our wedding. It was my father’s favourite.”

“I heard he was a very handsome man.”

“He was. A trait my brother and I had undeniably inherited,” he boasted with a wide smile as he pulled her towards a windier path.

She scowled, an irrepressible shiver running down her spine at his self-importance. “Indeed, my Lord. Lord Jason Lannister’s wife must be very lucky indeed.”

“Not as much as I will be, surely. He didn’t marry a dragon rider.”

The wink he gave her made her smile with latency, ripped off on her features, but it seemed to suffice as he then proceeded to ask her how many children she thought she could have.

“I beg your pardon?” she blinked, slowing her steps on the pebbly path.

“My brother has more than six,” he continued gullably. “And as the second son, I am expected to-”

Too aghast by his words, Daera did not see what had made Lord Lannister stop his monologue right away, but when she finally followed his gaze, she felt her spine go rigid.

Aemond Targaryen was advancing on them at the other end of the path, his eye drained on her as a beautiful black haired-woman with feathers in her hair strode by his side, her hand laced around his arm.

Tyland Lannister was already leading her forward, whispering in her ear that he would introduce her.

In truth, the master of ships could not pass up a chance to greet the Hand’s favourite with his smarmy words, especially with his new fiancée at his side.

“My Lord, I do not feel very well, I-”

“It will only be for a few moments,” he smiled down at her, ignoring her weak protests. “One cannot ignore the Prince, especially in such charming company.”

Stopping directly in front of them, Daera lifted her eyes, searching the Prince's face, noticing the clench of his jaw and how rigid he stood, how his single eye was peering darkly at her.

He didn’t seem pleased to be facing her again in such a short pan of time.

“Lord Lannister,” came the musical voice of the woman, a polite smile plastered on her face. “What a pleasure meeting you here!”

“My Prince, my Lady,” returned Tyland with a slight bow of the head and an even wider smile. “I see we had the same idea, a promenade in the gardens to enjoy this fine morning! The first of many for Lady Velaryon and myself, I’m certain. Or should I say, soon to be Lady Lannister, perhaps?”

The woman’s eyes were glinting as they fell on Daera, who had bashfully lowered her eyes at her future husband’s announcement. “Of course! Allow me to congratulate you my Lord and Lady for your betrothal, I was delighted when I heard the news.”

She spoke, but Daera recognised the well-trained gracious smile and cordial joy that every woman of the court possessed. Daera wished she could demonstrate the same well-mannered patience with the man at her arm.

The latter was beaming as he thanked her, Daera nodding quietly to do the same before the Lion turned his exulting face to Aemond, waiting for the same praises.

But Aemond’s lips were pressed together in a thin line, immobile, cold, the complete opposite of the black-haired lady that stood next to him as she looked at him expectantly. Daera watched as she witnessed his jaw slowly unclench, his eye shift from tangible annoyance to composed judgement, his nose flaring as he finally spoke in a forced breath.

“Yes, congratulations.”

Tyland looked utterly satisfied, thanking the second son thoroughly as his green eyes returned back on Daera to assess her reaction at the honour that had been bestowed upon them, but she was paying no mind to him.

Instead, when the Prince’s eye had drifted back to her, she had found herself trapped in it. “Thank you, my Prince.”

She was unable to comprehend the heat that radiated from a man as cold as him, but when their eyes locked, she knew he had felt the insincerity behind her words, as much as she had felt the indifference behind his.

Lady Penrose’s thin fingers pressed more strongly into his bicep upon witnessing the intensity with which their gaze seemed to mingle. “Lady Velaryon, would you like to join me and the other ladies of the court for tea soon? I would be honoured.”

“And she would be delighted!” came the boisterous voice of Tyland Lannister, oblivious to what was happening around him and making Daera breathe in surprise and taking her eyes of impermeable one.

She accepted politely, clearing her throat to get rid of the heavy feeling that had settled there as she felt the now insistent gaze of Lady Penrose fixed on her. She could feel that something had shifted in the air, now thick between them but she could not care less. There was frustration in her heart at her betrothed’s lack of tact towards her and something far more complex as she now saw a purple iris looking down at her through long eye-lashes, no more intense, but soft, mocking, like he could read her mind.

When Lord Lannister finally dragged her away, their eyes locked one last time as they took a turn on their respectful paths, and she swore she saw a mere smile at the corner of the Prince’s mouth.

The touch of his hands were as cold as his eyes

So don’t tell me you weren’t hypnotised.

Chapter 5

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AN: I'm updating this in March 2024: I have not given up on this story, I have it all cleared in my head, I am just not in a place where I should write right now. I will start taking care of this blog again in June. Thank you so much for reading and for your patience.

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koobratzy · 2 years ago

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Final Decision

Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen! Fem! Reader

Reader is the daughter of Alicent and Viserys, the youngest out of their kids.

Because of Viserys wishes of uniting the family, y/n Targaryen is now betrothed to her nephew, Jacaerys Velaryon. The union that was supposed to bring the blacks and greens together only ignites the further conflict as Aemond, her closest brother, absolutely despises the idea of her marriage. When the dance begins, which side will she choose?

warnings Targaryen incest (duh), aemond (yes, he's a warning), swearing

Around 2000 words

Not proofread

English is not my mother tongue so please excuse me any mistakes♡

For better understanding:

According to my information the Driftmark incident (you know, taking an eye as a present) took place in 120 AC when Aemond is 10, Jace is 6. Y/N would be 8.

The council over Driftmark succession is supposed to be in 126 AC but i changed it, and in my story it will happen later, in 132 AC so both Jace and reader can be over 18.

Enjoy! Remember to like and share if you like my work, there is more to come. You can also request a story if you would like!

- My king.. You cannot possibly mean that… I must have understand wrongly – Alicent looked him in the face, shock being the only thing visible in her big eyes

- I think you undertood me very well, my dear wife. I am an old man. Time is not mercifull for me. I only wish to see my family reunited before my death. There is no better way than this. – Viserys let go of his wife’s hand and slowly moved toward the window, looking at the lanscape of Kings Landing, as glorious and beautiful as ever – Y/N is already old enough to get bethroted. Who could be better husband to be than her nephew? They are almost the same age, he is family, the same royal blood runs through their veins – he appeard calm altough the quiet sound of his fingers tapping on the wall showed that the conversation held between them was not an easy one. Not because he had doubts, but because he knew his lady wife would not be happy and he did not want to anger her.

- But… His brother took your son’s eye. He hurt Y/N’s dear brother. Do you not think she might be oposed to this idea? – Alicent saw that as her only argument. She knew that her youngest daughter, Y/N Targaryen, was a lady of honor and she took her duty really seriously. She was completely differen than her sister Helaena, true dragon blood run through her veins and her temper and determination were proofs of that. Her girl would see this marriage as another one of her responsibilities and would comply without any protest, especially if it was her dear father that requested this of her. But Alicent could not lose her daughter without a fight. She already agreed that their older children marry each other in true Targaryen nature. Viserys was crazy to think of another sacrafice, even worse than the first one.

- My lady… We both know well that my dear daughter will not despise this proposal. She always liked her nephews. I already spoke to Rhaenyra about this matter, and she heartilly agreed. My word is final. Our daughter Y/N and Prince Jacearys are to be wed.

Alicent knew that she lost and had to give up, once again in her life. The queen quickly bowed and excused herself from the chamber, leaving the old king alone and only the peacefull walls could hear his sigh.

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If Y/N Tagaryen was to describe her life in one word, she would definitely choose „weird”. Nine years passed since her father bethroted her to her nephew and yet she only saw him once, today. Long gone were her childhood days when she could run aroud the castle as she pleased. She turned into a real lady, what really pleased her mother. The princess, now the age of twenty years knew what was expected of her and would fulfill her duty with no doubt. When her father asked for her opinion all those years ago she agreed instantly. She really loved him. The king was a pretty poor excuse of a father for her sibilings, but he had a soft spot for his youngest and was always kind to her, so the little princess would do anything to keep that old man happy. If it meant marriage, so be it.

Y/N remembered her nephew as a young gentleman and she hoped it stayed that way. Despite everything her mother taught her about marriage she could not help but wish that she and her future husband will be able to live peacfully, with respect and maybe love (that hope was even stronger after they started exchanging letters; they might have not seen each other but they still wanted to at least get to know each other slightly so ravens were seen travelling back and forth). Loads of thoughts of this sort run through her head when they saw each other in the throne room during the hearing about sucession of Driftmark. She could never speak of it in front of Alicent and her brothers but she was glad that their father stepped in and secured Luke’s claim. The Princess could not care less if her nephews were indeed bastards. They were still Targaryens by birth and blood, Valaryon by name, and no one could deny their rights. She was not at all surprised by her uncle beheading Ser Vaemond Valaryon, she honestly expected it after his words. The sight of blood did not bother her in the slightest, but Aemond still hid her behind his tall frame. And for a moment she thought, as their eyes met, that Jace wanted to do exactly the same and protect her from the gruesome view.

Y/N took a deep breath shaking her head slightly at the memories, as her maid braided her long icy hair. She should be completely present. There was still a dinner to attend, and with her whole family, especially Aemond and Jace, the princess could not help but worry. The youngest Targaryen knew that her husband to be had a temper of a real dragon, but he would not attack if not provoked. Sadly, the same could not be said about her older brother Aemond. She loved him dearly, in the past she even thought that they may get married one day, but despite their deep bond she had to admit that he could be really cruel and if he started something, there was no force that could hold him back. It brought her deep sorrow. How could she be happy if the two man closest to her heart could not stay together in one room without barking offencess at each other. This fucking dinner was the source of her headache. Light knock on the door told her that indeed, it was time to face her fears head on. It was not a battlefield, yet it felt like one when Y/N stood up from the chair.

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Just as she thought. A complete catastrophy. For a short period of time she actually had hope. When her father’s speech finished and toasts were made the princess even teared up a bit. That was it, her perfect little fairytale fantasy becoming real, even if just for one moment. She could freely smile and talk with her bethroted without her mothers accusatory gaze on her back, observe as old frendships were restored. Her husband to be even danced with her older sister, Helaena, bringing smile not only to her face, but old kings as well. And then… it all went to hell.

Her poor old father taken out of the room was only the start of yet another family tragedy. The second that pig was brought to the table she prayed to seven gods for mercy, but gods clearly saw her misery as a great comedy, because not only one minute later Aemond stood up from his chair to make a final toast. She could not watch anymore. As soon as Jace went to punch him in the face, the princess left the room, already feeling tears in her eyes. She hoped no one will see her in this state. She hid in a dark corridor and slid down the wall, finally letting every emotion out. She felt as if she could not breathe, every sob wrecking her body, causing her to spasm on the floor. Hands burried in her neatly braided hair, ruining it completely, but the princess could not care less. She wanted to get rid of everything that reminded her of this disastrous excuse of a dinner. One word was ringing in her head.

„A whore”

„Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.It is a shame that soon you will turn my precious little sister into a whore, to breed more of your kind… blood always a little too strong.”

So that was what he really saw her as. A whore. Only an object capable of making heirs. It broke her heart. All those years she was close to him. All those years she protected him, kept him company, helped him with the pain he went through. And that is all she gets in return. A part of her died that evening and nothing could bring it back. One thing was sure. That was the night, when Aemond Targaryen stopped being her brother. She would not let him treat her like this.

That was when she heard quiet footsteps, not far away from her hiding spot. She immediately go tup from her knees, ready for confrontation. When her eyes fell on Aemond she gimmaced.

- Get the fuck away from me.

That made him stop. He looked at his sister, completely shocked not only by her language, but because it was directed at him.

- Y/N …what? You cannot be serious…. What have I done to upset you so much? Is that about this comment at dinner? You know what they did. I had to…

-No. – she could not listen to any more of his pathetic excuses – No, I fucking begged you to be civil with my husband to be. I was almost on my knees, asking you to change your ways, to at least try to not look at him with the intention of murder in your eyes. I asked both of you. For me. And yet? What did you do? – tears covered her beautiful face when she looked at her brother, once so close to her. There was no trace of anger in her eyes, only dissapointment and grief. Sorrow over their lost love. – You jumped at the first chance to speak your vile words… Not only of him but of me… And now you come to me expecting what… my forgiveness? You will not get it. Not now, not ever. YOU ruined this perfectly fine evening. YOU ruined us. You are no loger a brother of mine – she shook her head and walked by his completely frozen frame.

There was only one place where she could go. Only one where she could find peace. Without second thughts Y/N’s feet took her in front of the chamber Jacearys slept in. She knew it was improper, they were not wed yet, but at this moment she could not care about this. Her heart was broken and if someone could fix it, it was him.

The princess knocked on the wooden door and soon after it opened revealing her future husband. Before young boy could ask her what she was doing there, his aunt stepped into the room closing th door behind them. When Jacearys finally saw his bethroted in the light strong worry replaced his shock.

- My lady… what happened? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you? – his hand landed delicately on her shoulder and in this exact moment young maiden threw herself in his strong arms.

The prince slowly embaced her, keeping her frame close to him, slowly drawing circles on her back.

- We can talk about this later. Tomorrow. But please… please can we just stay like this? Can you just hold me like this a little bit longer, my prince, while we pretend that everything is just as it is supposed to be?

Who was he to deny such a request. If his lady needed this, he could never say no. It was his job as a husband to make sure she was happy, and he would lie if he said her sad face did not break his own heart. He did not realise earlier how much he really cared about her.

So they stayed like this. Embraced, held together only by the others arms, acting like normal couple in love with no duties and facade to keep up. Even when they moved to bed their position never changed. They fell asleep calmly, not knowing that tommorow Y/N would fly with blacks to Dragonstone. Not knowing that events of this day would change the rest of their lifes.

Not knowing that when the tried to put themselves together a certain old king was slowly fading away, never to see his beloved daughter’s wedding. Never to know that the reunion of the family he planned only broke them more. The last thing he would remember were the smiles, laughter and the peace that could never last.

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she-karev · 3 months ago

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Quarantine (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Covid Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 4

Summary: Amber continues to quarantine in her hotel room and gets a surprise visit from Andrew outside the door who gives her a care package. She is bitter towards him at first but begins to soften when he tells her why he cares so much about her.

Words: 1880

April 15th, 2020

Amber Karev is in her hotel bed watching Netflix with the curtains open revealing the city life at night which to Amber is more entertaining than what she’s watching right now. She kept hearing about this Riverdale show and decided to give it a shot but she soon started to regret it. Despite how bad it is Amber can’t stop watching it while she blows her nose for the 20th time tonight.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo

Amber groans at that sulky line from the Disney kid, “More awful than covid.” She takes a big sip of her water bottle before she hears a knock in her door, “Finally my soup. I’m coming!”

Amber stands up feeling the body aches, but the call of room service is stronger as she pulls her white cardigan around herself and grabs her mask. She coughs on the way before reaching the door and looking through the peephole to see it’s not room service to her displeasure.

Andrew DeLuca is outside her door wearing his casual clothes and black mask. He is carrying a black backpack and a white takeout bag with a dragon symbol on it. Amber inhales as much as she can and exhales to keep her anger in check. She thought this morning would be the last time she would see him for the next two weeks but as usual she knows there’s a force out there that wants her to suffer more and sent her ex to help.

“What the hell do you want?” Amber asks annoyed in a nasal voice due to her stuffy nose, “I was already checked by a nurse an hour ago and another one is gonna take my blood tomorrow.”

“I saw this morning that you were lacking in things other than a TV, clothes and oral hygiene so I thought I would get you a care package for the next 11 days.”

Amber pinches the bridge of her nose over Andrew not taking a hint. No matter how many times she tells him she doesn’t want to be with him he still tries to crawl back into her life with sweet gestures that do nothing to mend the pain he caused her.

Not seeing her reaction he continues, “I got you a couple of Harry Potters a couple of new releases and some spicy chips. I figured you needed something to spark your taste buds for a few seconds. Also, I got you that chicken soup from that Chinese joint at Weller you love so much.”

“What part of ‘get what you need and leave me alone’ do you not understand?” Amber asks with venom in her tone that catches Andrew off guard, “I am sick and I am tired and I don’t need you coming in trying to butter me up when I’m lonely hoping I’ll get desperate and let you in this room on day 14.”

Andrew tries to set the record straight, “Amber that’s not what I’m-”

“Because it has been months since I have touched another human being, but I am not desperate enough that some soup is gonna make me forget all the pain and have one gross night with you. Despite how low you think of me I respect myself enough not to whore myself out to you.”

Andrew closes his eyes in frustration, “Look can you let me-”

Amber keeps going in anger overlapping with Andrew, “So this whole concerned ex act is not gonna work on me so just take your freaking soup leave me the hell alone. It’s like you said to me the night you kicked me out I don’t want you here and I don’t need you here!”

“Will you just let me talk?!” Andrew yells back from his side catching Amber by surprise. She inhales and stays silent letting Andrew say his piece expecting him to piss her off again. Instead, his next words take her by complete surprise.

Andrew inhales from behind his mask before starting, “My nonna and two of my uncles died over the past few weeks because of covid.”

Amber is caught off guard by that fact and guilt immediately replaces her anger. She has been so angry with him and so distant she never considered that he’s suffering in silence because his home country is a hot zone for the pandemic. She never considered that she wasn’t the only one worried about her family in this scary time.

Andrew sighs in grief but continues, “I said goodbye to them over Zoom but still I wish I could have gone there and taken care of them in person. It might not have done much but at least I could feel like I did something to help instead of crying over a damn webcam. And then there’s my father, I’m scared for him, I’m mad at him but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. You and I both know he is probably ignoring the rules and not caring about the consequences without me and Carina there to help.”

Andrew clears the lump in his throat outside Amber’s door not seeing her leaning against the door listening to him. She shakes her head at herself for giving him a hard time when he has so much on his plate as it is. And hearing him telling her about his turmoil makes her feel sympathy towards him. She almost wants to open the door and hug him but knows it’s not safe for either of them.

Andrew continues, “Look I’m not here for an agenda, I’m not here because I’m hoping there’s a reward for me at the end in your bed. I’m here because I can be, and I don’t want to waste it. If your gonna keep insulting me and letting me know what an ass I am then so be it because I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you; I won’t survive and nothing you say is gonna make me stop feeling that way.”

Amber closes her eyes at that statement hearing the Andrew she fell in love with instead of the manic man who brought her down. It’s hard to believe that those two are the same person but for now she’s glad to hear the one who makes her feel loved and seen.

Andrew assumes Amber is still dismissive from his side of the door, but he continues, “I know you don't want me around but I'm not gonna stop caring about you. I might not be able to touch you or hold you but I’m here for you. No matter what you need. So, I’m gonna leave the backpack and soup out here in your door, I’m gonna keep a safe distance so I can make sure you get it because I put a lot of thought into it, and I know whatever your watching is making you want to kill yourself.”

Amber rolls her eyes at her ex knowing her so well but hears shuffling and footsteps from the other side. She looks through the peephole and sees no one there telling her Andrew is down the hall. She puts her mask on, cautiously opens the door and sees the backpack and takeout bag on the floor right outside her door.

She looks to her left to see Andrew two doors down looking at her in worry. Amber sniffles before focusing on her gifts and grabs both of them before closing the door behind her. She puts the backpack on top of the dresser drawer and unzips it.

Andrew was telling the truth as she sees her favorite Harry Potter books, Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of The Phoenix inside. There are two books as well that she is not familiar with and knows Andrew probably grabbed them from the new releases section. After pulling out the books she sees a big bag of Takis inside that she hopes she can taste.

In the small pockets she pulls out the essential needs for her condition. There are cough drops, Nyquil severe cold and flu PM, packets of lemon tea bags, travel size aloe tissues, spare masks, and ibuprofen for her headaches. The sight makes her inner doctor nod with approval.

She opens the white takeout bag next and is silently thrilled at the sight of the sealed container inside. Amber takes the lid off confirming its chicken soup to her joy. She inhales the rich aroma deeply loving the special soup so much it might make her quarantine bearable. Amber moves back to her door that is the barrier between her and Andrew.

“Are you still here?” Amber asks nasally.

“Yeah I am.” Andrew confirms from his side.

“You do realize this backpack is gonna have to be burned after this right?”

Andrew chuckles lightly, “All for a good cause. Do you need anything else? I don’t mind being your own Postmates, it probably pays more than what we make.”

“I’m okay for now thanks…and I’m sorry for what happened.”

Andrew nods, “Yeah me too. Do you need me for anything? Are you feeling worse?”

“I feel like my body has turned on me but that’s not new from this morning.” Amber tells him in a numb tone, “I’m fine it’s nothing I can’t handle, you can go if you want.”

“Okay.”

Amber sips her soup container tasting the rich liquid for a few seconds until her loss of taste kicks in to her disappointment. She has to remember to cancel room service since their soup is subpar to the one in her hand. Amber stands by the door for a few silent moments and can still feel Andrew’s presence outside.

She moves closer till she’s near face against the dark wood, “Andrew?”

“I’m still here.”

“You can go if you want.” Amber repeats more requesting than demanding, “I’m gonna have a nurse come in the morning and I still feel better than most right now anyway.”

“I know I just…” Andrew sighs and confesses his fear through the door, “I am afraid that if I leave, and you fall asleep you’re not gonna wake up this time and this is gonna be the last time I’ll see you.”

Amber’s heart swells at this confession as she can tell he is sincere in his worries. She decides to comfort him and make it clear that she is not going anywhere.

“It won’t be.” Amber tells him from her side, “I’ll call you in the morning and let you know how I am. I promise. You should go and get some rest before you go to work, and I should enjoy this soup you got me.”

Andrew grins at that, “Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow night and check on you. Call me if you need anything I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come.”

“I know.” Amber says with a grin as she can see he’s making an effort to make these a tolerable two weeks, “Good night.”

“Good night.” Andrew says with a grin before walking away from the door to leave Amber to her quarantine hoping this is the start to them reconciling while Amber is in her room beginning to see Andrew in a way she never thought she could again.

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 1 year ago

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Old and Little Dragons Aemond x daemon

One shot about Daemon and Aemond getting into a argument after the dinner.

Content warning; fucking sucking and blow jobs malexmale and Aemond has been aged up to 21 years old here.

Aemond is still dark and a prick and does not understand a lot of shit. He is also sexist and a asshole. Hope this helps.

Thank you all for reading my fucked up stories enjoy this one.

Aemonds lovely innocent pov:

Those little bastards will die before even bedding their first wives, mark my words, or may the gods strike me dead now.

They made a fool of me tonight. First, that uncount pig dared to lay a hand on my beloved sister. She danced because she was raised properly but I was boiling the entire time he danced with her. Helaena looked utterly miserable, yet beautiful as always.

That disgusting pig named Jacerys likely felt entitled to her since he was going to be king one day. So that means that my married sweet sister was forced to dance with that clumsy pig. He stepped on her toes, and often, I noticed her smiling to hide her pain.

He is a bastard.

He is more than that.

He is an insult to our name.

To our house.

To our ancestors.

To our valyrian blood.

And yet that fool, that unspeakable dumb old demented excuse of a man that once had the seed to sire me, he believes Jace to be a true worthy heir. "Well done, my boy." He said.

There are days I cried myself to sleep, wanting to hear those words. I would have killed for those words. And surely gladly and certainly would have killed Jace before had there been a sword in my hand.

Until I lost half my vision.

It was so funny.

As if the gods spoke to me themselves. I see half now.

But I have never seen more before.

I saw the truth. I saw a fragile old man smelling of piss that listened to the barks of his daughter, a man that would burn our house down to the ground. A man unworthy to live. A man unworthy to rule.

She told me I should be "sharply questioned." Well, I say she should be muzzled. I have had enough of her moans and complains and her bastards. Daemon and Viserys should handle her accordingly. She is their wife and their daughter. She should be taught obedience and proper manners befitting a woman.

Footsteps follow me into my room and I take my dagger out eager to slash whoever even dares to follow me open as a juicy big apple.

I lower my dagger once I see its Daemon. I am surprised to see him here. "What do you want?" I demand right away my voice cold.

Daemon chuckles before barging into my room without any ceremony or decorum, dragging his muddy boots over the stone tiles. He takes in my room and smirks mockingly. "I suppose us spares always get the smaller rooms."

He tries to find common ground with me and insult me still. "If you hate your rooms so much; you should take it up with your brother." I say, bored as anger rises inside of me.

Daemon smirks annoyingly familair to how I smirk as well.

"Rhaenyra prefers me close to her." He speaks, smirking as he leans closer to me.

I minic his stance when making my voice a rough whisper. "Aren't you a good loyal dog, letting yourself get fucked by your mistress?" I know it's a mistake. His love for Rhaenyra is pure. And yet I can't help but taunt and mock it. Because perhaps I don't believe in love. Perhaps I haven't seen their love.

With one movement, Daemon has me slammed against the walls of my bedroom, his hot breath on my lips. I panic a little bit and feel myself harden when he glares at me with a smirk still on his lips.

I never had such strong reactions before and certainly not by being shoved and dragged and all that weak womanly behaviour. I am the one dragging and shoving. I don't enjoy being shoved. I don't enjoy being...

Submissive.

Daemon grins at my silence pleased. "You would know how a dog would fuck. I hear you take girls as they are slaves. Fucking them on their knees, no worries if they have pleasure." I scoff.

As if he is the most considerate man alive in Westeros. He does has a whore friend. So I guess I know who told him how I've been keeping busy. "I am their prince. My pleasure is above their own. I am a dragon. I take as I want and what I want." I tell him and there's a warning burning in my eyes when I stare at his lips.

He leans in closer before his tongue goes over his underlip

"On that much, we agree."

Daemon's mouth crashes on my own when he pushes me against the wall, tugging at my coat. I am caught off guard but my lips find his very fast as I take back control by pushing him on my bed.

The rogue prince smirks as he lands. "Do you want th-" my question is interrupted when Daemon roughly rips my coat open and my shirt after it. He brings his mouth to my throat and starts sucking. He forces me under him and undoes my pants for me and throws my boots on the ground.

Our lips find each other again as I aggressively bite on his lips, tugging his hair harshly trying to gain back control. Daemon bites my lips until there is blood in both of our mouths that gets mixed easily with saliva and soon I imagine another body juice.

Finally my cock is freed. Daemon admires it for a brief moment before bringing his lips to my head. I groan in anticipation when he teases me with soft little licks. "Do your whores do this with you? Do they make you as hard as I do? And your whores..do you take men or women?" He barks at me.

I groan hissing.

So far Daemon seems to be keen on controlling me and deciding what we do. "Only girls." I tell him honestly.

Daemon chuckles. "And you call yourself a dragon?" I blush unintended.

He leans in closer and grins. "Don't worry. You'll like this." He promises me. "Just be good for your uncle, little dragon." He chuckles. And he starts to suck. The moment his mouth wraps around my shaft I let out a groan and I know I have lost.

Daemon is skilled with his mouth. I almost understand why my sister wants him near her so badly. I become aggressive and fuck his mouth in return, using my hands around his throat to choke him. Daemon gulps. I grin at him in victory. "Don't worry, you'll like this." I promise him with a wicked grin. "Just be good for your nephew, old dragon."

Daemon's tongue plays a wicked game when slowly licking and rolling around my cock when I am mere powerless. He is the one doing the sucking yet I am the one who is powerless.

And the worst thing yet...

It's good.

Better than everything a whore had given me.

I ease in deeper taking his mouth deeper and rougher. Fuck. My self control is gone. My breath quickens and I can tell by my thrusts at Daemon's mouth I can lose it any moment now.

The old dragon smirks from where he still laying and licks my tip teasingly until he tastes my precum. I lose my patience. Something inside of me snaps.

And I grab Daemon by his throat before kissing him without giving a damn anymore. I don't care he's my uncle and my enemy. I don't care he is Jace's stepfather and married to my sister. He will suffer. As will I.

Daemon sucks me off and I finish with him around my cock. I pant heavily as I come my orgams rocking my body as I come full of spite and hatred inside of his mouth. It would not be Daemon of he didn't gave a damn and instead patted my ass cheeks before showing me his red swollen cock as well.

Daemon looks around the room. "These used to be my old rooms." He tells me. I shrug. He opens a hidden door and steps inside. Before returning with a pair of chains.

I feel my brows raise.

Daemon smirks. "On the bed, princeling. And hands against the board."

I obey with a scoff before taunting him. "O, the dog has become the master. Does your mistress tie you up before fucking you? I bet she does." I grin when he slaps me in the face and across my ass.

Daemon sighs before spreading me wide for him. And he starts to torture my cock and balls once again. Except this time I can't do anything but accept and submit.

And the worst part...

I love it.

And it kills me.

Control is something I need to have.

Every moment of every day.

And he takes that away from me.

He makes certainty uncertain.

He rubs my cock lovingly before stepping back to admire my precum. And he dresses.

I growl. "Daemon, the fucking chains-" I warn him panicking slowly but surely.

Daemon smirks before leaving me in a worse state than when he entered. "It seems I've given you a lot to think about. I'm going back to my mistress." I will murder that man.

I become angry and kick with my free feet. "I swear to the gods if you don't return this instant."

Daemon obeys, walking back to me. He leans on the bed and slowly wets his fingers before bringing them to my face. He cleans the cum of my face. His cum. Daemon smirks. "Goodday, little dragon."

"I will kill you, you old fuck." I warn him. Daemon shrugs.

"Then I'll kill you first."

He leaves me but not before kissing me again on my head.

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