#My Alicent Hightower [ 🥀 ]

[sugutoad]

INTRODUCTION OF THE RED QUEEN AU by @coffeebooksrain18

The second daughter of King Viserys is plunged into the world of politics and chaos when named heir after her Mother’s death. She must navigate through betrayals, family and love — especially the love for her Uncle Daemon.

Aelys Targaryen is a pure Targaryen — and she will only answer to fire and blood. Born and raised a Princess, she expects no less of any. Not even that of her soon to be husband. Aemond Targaryen gets what’s he want, but Aelys will never allow herself to him — at lest not without a game.

As the daughter of Aelys and Aemond Targaryen, she was given the world in her palm. When Maegora finally began to understand life, she had found love in Daemion Targaryen — the two made for one another by the Gods.

The Baratheon’s rebelled against the dragons, only to fall against fire and blood. When Rhagar comes victorious in the battle and wears his crown at last, the duty of marriage and the bargain with the Lannisters lands at his feet. Marrying Tywin’s youngest daughter was no easy thing. Not when she hated him so much.

[coffeebooksrain18]

Oc matchup trade for @sugutoad hope you like it girly!

I match Myrielle with...Harwin Strong!!!

HEADCANONS

The day they met was at a tourney, she was sitting next to her brother Alaric hoping a knight would crown her their queen of love and beauty. Ever since Harwin was a boy he had a crush on Myrielle, so to see her favor not be taken yet put nothing but pure joy through his soul. He quickly asked for it on his first match and when he won the tourney he named her his queen of love and beauty.

After the tournament, your father and his quickly set up a betrothal, so the two started with walks through the gardens, then picnics by the beach, and at some point, they were sneaking off to abandoned halls to kiss. to say rumors were following the two of them would be an understatement. so much so your fathers agreed a quick wedding was in order and Harwin and Myrielle didn't put up a fight. for why should they, they already wanted this.

one of their favorite pastimes if for Harwin to sit her in his lap and have her read to him. her voice soothing him after a hard day with the city watch, and calms her for all she wants is to feel his touch, feel his heart beat as she rests her head upon his chest. and both are more than happy to oblige the other.

the night Myrielle went into labor for the first time was terrifying for both of them. her because her mother became ill after her, and Harwin cause he has to see his wife, the love of his life in excruciating pain and there is nothing he can do to help. the maesters do try and make Harwin leave but when he refused no one really wanted to argue with the man nicknamed "Breakbones".

when their son is born, a chubby thing with thick brown hair that already curled, neither could stop staring at him. he was too precious, too innocent, for how could they have made something so pure? "what are you thinking for a name, my love?" Harwi asked as he twirled a piece of their sons hair around his finger. "I was thinking...Lyonal. after your father." Myrielle answered with a smile. so Lyonal it was, and just so you know he was a wild child there wasn't one hour one of those two wasn't chasing after him screaming "NO! GET BACK HERE!"

HOUSE

I put her in House Tyrell, her soft and kind nature mixed with her cunning and ambitious nature matches them perfectly! also her redish brown hair matches them as well so it was a obvious choice for me to put her in house Tyrell.

DRAGON

I give her Silverwing! her kind and gentle nature matches Sliverwing perfectly! so much so that even before reading Myrielle's info I knew who her dragon would be. I think when she claimed Silverwig it was more of the dragon claiming her than the other way around. Myrielle was sitting on the beach with her son, Lyonal, when a great silver beast landed next to them and stared straight at her. She quickly picked up her son ready to run away or at least try to when the beast nuzzled up to her and laid on the ground before her. when King Viserys was told the story he knew that Silverwing had found her new rider.

SHIP TROPES

Brute (Harwin) x Gentle (Myrielle) Idiot always getting hurt (Harwin) x Personal nurse (Myrielle) Kind x Kind

SHIP SONG(S)

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction Espresso By Sabrina Carpenter

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Myrielle don't like each other one bit. at first, they didn't care about the other, but when Harwin came to Myrielle telling her how the crowned Princess tried to seduce him by calling him into her chambers and stripping in front of him. he swore he left and the next day when Rhaenyra would glare his way is the moment Myrielle knew he told the truth. Rhaenyra had turned to another lord to have her children instead.

Aegon Targaryen had always had a little boy crush on Myrielle, she had always found it cute and let him chase after her. He followed her around so much little Lyonal and Aegon became best friends, their friendship was so strong it would be sung well into Aeny II's ruling.

Alicent Hightower was dear friends with Myrielle, she was one of the few people who didn't treat the Queen poorly or in fear, she treated her like another Lady of Court only with a bit more respect as she is owed. because of this, it isn't a strange sight to find the two drinking tea and venting about life.

Larys Strong had always unnerved Myriellle, she would be kind to him but if she didn't have to interact with him she wouldn't. his calculating eyes and how it always felt like he was using her like some pawn. to say she was relieved when Harwin decided to take over his families seat would be a understatement.

Simon Strong was a funny old man in Myrielle's eyes. he loved to tell stories on Harwin's childhood. Harwin tries to stop them but even then he's laughing at the memories. hearing these stories makes Myrielle realize why their son Lyonal is so wild, because Harwin was. Myrielle adored Simon so much the next time she was pregnant and it was a son, she quickly named him Simon.

MOONBOARD

[sugutoad]

OMG OMG I (s)creamed during the entirety of this! You got Myrielle’s softness yet her dutiful nature so perfectly especially in the line of bearing children once again! AND AEGON? I can’t wait for you to write more of him because he has me in a chokehold as we SPEAK! This was literally perfect! AND FHE GUARDS? I pity them greatly 😭

You Broke Me First

A oneshot for my beloved @sugutoad for Aegon and her oc Myrielle.

word count: 2028

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, grief, smut, p in v smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, lactation kink, Aegon is just trying to fuck his girls pain away, tell me if I missed something, yet again still new to writing smut so take that as you will.

Summary: it's been three moons since they lost Baelon, since Myrielle had her miscarriage. three moons of tears, screaming and wishing for nothing more than to feel the comfort of each others bodies, and now they finally can.

I sit on a plush green velvet armchair staring into the flames that flicker and swirl within the fireplace. I feel grief, but the thing I feel the most is rage, rage because of my mother. 

She hated me all these years, even when she passed she couldn’t help but inflict pain upon me. I think with a scowl as I touch the little bump that used to be larger, used to hold a sweet baby boy who should have lived, grown, and ridden a dragon. 

My mind often turns to the frail little babe, my sweet little Baelon, too little and too soon to live. I held for only three days before leaving me and Aegon behind to live with the Stranger instead. 

This pregnancy was already high risk, the Maesters said I should rest and stay in bed but when I heard my mother had passed, the grief was too much and I lost my sweet baby boy. 

I was so deep in thought I hadn’t heard Aegon come into our chambers, hadn’t heard him walk over to me, which is why I about jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand rest against my shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“The Masters told me you're fully healed?” He says kissing the crown of my head trying to find any way to reach, talk, mourn with me. 

“Yes, they said I am ready to bear children again when you see it fit.” I say reaching for his hand on my shoulder wishing to hold him as well. 

I hear him chuckle and turn to look up at him confused. “I did not ask that because I wished to pump another babe into you, I asked because I wish to make love to you again, when you see it fit of course.” He says with that cocky smirk that always takes my breath away, always leaving me wanting for him. 

But though his smirk makes my heart skip a beat, it is not the reason for the tears that come to my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It is his words the way he wants me, for me, the way he wishes to lay with me for the pleasure of it, not the want for a child, it’s the want for me. 

There are days I wonder how I could ever be so lucky to have him, a man who loves me unconditionally. And with that thought, I turn and look up at him and say. “And what if I see it fit now?” 

He only smiles wider before slamming his lips to mine, the ferocity of it making me gasp giving him room to delve his tongue into my mouth. I must fight to not rub my thighs together so he doesn’t have the satisfaction of knowing that only a kiss by him drives me mad with need. 

The feel of his tongue gliding along mine is intoxicating and when he nips at my lower lip I can’t fight the helpless moan that leaves.

“Gods I’ve waited two whole moons to hear those lovely songs again little bird, please keep singing for me. Let me hear you sing for me again.” He groans out as he breaks the kiss to stand in front of me looking down at me with a wolfish grin as if I’m merely a sheep for him to feast upon. 

The way his eyes wrack down my body brings a shiver to my spine and takes my breath away, I know I am wearing a nightgown and that he has seen all of me on multiple occasions but how it leaves me feeling like prey, like the most beautiful woman in the world has and always will make me dizzy with desire. 

“As much as I wish to feel that tight little cunt of yours grip my cock, I have been having dreams of tasting that cunt again so if you don’t mind.” He says as he gets onto his knees in front of me lifting my nightgown so he can see my plush thighs. 

I can’t help but smile as he kisses his way up my leg until he reaches my dripping core. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards the edge of the seat so he can reach me better.

“Fuck, your already dripping little bird, is this all for me?” He asks as he circles my little bundle of nerves knowing it drives me mad with need.

All I can do is nod in response.

“Well, what kind of man would I be not to enjoy this wonderful treat?”

He doesn’t give me a moment to respond before I feel the flat of his tongue against my core making me whimper with need. When he tastes the sweet tangy flavor of me he lets out a deep throaty groan gripping the flesh of my thighs most definestly leaving bruises that I will admire later. 

The feel of his tongue against me, his lips sucking at my pearl has my mind sprialing and the only thoughts in my head are Aegon, Aegon, Aegon. But when I feel his fingers sink into me the most obscene moans leave me, I just know our guards have either left or are very uncomfortable as there is no way they have not heard the moans leaving me nor the growls and groans that have left Aegon.

As If they hear my thoughts I hear a guard clear his throat and hear the sounds of his armored boots trailing away. But strangely I don’t seem to care, not when Aegon curls his fingers just right that I see stars only to then nip at my bud sending me over the edge to one of the strongest and quickest orgasm of my life. 

Once my peak has finally subsided does Aegon finally relieve my sex from his onslaught of pleasure. 

“Seven hells, little bird, how the fuck did I last this long without your songs?”

I can’t stop the giggle that erupts out of me at his words, for it is not that it is funny but that he is dead serious and seems to be contemplating his life choices for the last three moons as he’s waited for me to heal.

But just as the giggle rises out of me it stops at the look of complete awe on his face. “Don’t stop little bird, I’e missed that laugh much more than I’ve missed this cunt. That laugh has saved me more times than I can count or you want to know.” He says as he rubs circles into the skin off my thighs.

“Stop, you will make me blush.” I say but there is no bite behind it as we both know I’ve missed laughing just as much as he’s missed hearing it. 

“Hmm, is you blushing truly supposed to stop me? Because as far as I’m aware of it only makes a man lik myself wish to tease a woman like you more.” He says as he stands unbuttoning his jerkin and sliping it off letting it fall to the floor before reach for his undershirt pulling it oer his head in quick succession.

“Then give me something to laugh about.” I say breathlessly as I watch his hands go to the cords of his trousers. 

He only hums letting out a deep chuckle from the back of his throat. “You don’t seem to be in the laughing mood anymore, little bird, and neither am I.” He says as he lets his trousers fall to the ground stepping out of them only to pik me up and sit in the armchair instead of going to out marital bed. 

Something i’ve learned about Aegon in our years of marriage is this, he will take me whenever, wherever, and however he sees fit ‘court be damned of I want my pretty wife I’ll have my pretty wife.’ as he loves to say. So you can guess there have been a great many nights where he has taken me in this chair in this very position of me stradling him as he grips my hips hammering up into me. 

I feel him slowly lift my nightgown up my body until it is over my head and he throw it somewhere off to the side of our chambers. I feel the chill wind move past my skin sending shivers down my spine and hardening my nipples to hard peaks. 

“Gods your perfect.” He groans out as eh rakes his eyes up and down my body only stopping to watch as he rolls my hard peaks between his thumb and forefinger making me whimper as my legs shake with need. 

I feel something warm roll down my chest and look down to see Aegon has made my mothers milk leak out, when I go to apologize he hushes me and licks it up as he positions himself at my wet, warm entrance. 

When he sinks me down we both let out a groan of relief, him for ‘being home’ as he likes to say call it and me because I’ve missed this, feeling him stretch me so perfectly just on the edge of pain that it makes my eyes roll into the bac of my head. There is no better pleasure than feeling Aegon pulse and thrum inside me, for I know he is mine, that I am the one who makes him feel safe and at home.

He continues to suck and lap at my hard peaks knowing they have been hurting and uncomfortable as they have yet to dry up, only being a reminder of what we’ve lost, but in this moment it only makes me moan out his name as if it is the only think I know or wish to say. 

I about scream when he finally starts to thrust into me but it got caught in my throat by the sob pleasure instead. He hammers into me gripping my hips so tightly it burns just right. 

“Fuck, little bird, I’m gonna stay burid inyou until we have our Baelon again. I’m gonna chain you to that bed over there once I’m done with you here so there will be no escape from my seed inside you. You’ll be full with my child again soon enough.” He growls out as he hit the spoke he knows makes me see stars each time. 

“I–I want that! I want your babe in me again, I want to feel your seed in me all the time!” I moan scream out just as I cum on his cock choking on a sob of pleaure as my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck!” He moans out as he pills his sead into me thrusting once and twice more riding out his peak with a groan and a look of pure bliss. 

We sit there catching our breath for a bit, me still straddling him with his now soft cock inside me and him sitting in the chair rubbing my back and kissing the crown of my head. But instead of bliss and happiness I feel tuemoile and sick to my stomach.

As if sensing this Aegon taps my nose and says “What is on your beautiful mind, little bird?” 

And liek always I can not resist a request nor demand made by him. “Is it wrong? Is it wrong I wish for your seed to take again and for it to be a little boy? For me to have our little Baelon back in my arms?” I ask tears rolling down my face from the guilt and shame of this want, this dream.

“No, but if anyone says it is, I’m sure there is a spike or two for them and their family.” Aegon responds with a cocky smirk and jesting raise of his brows. 

It makes em giggle again, making him smile. When we look at each other again I can see we both still hurt, may always will, but if we have each other we can make it, the grief won’t drown us and we can make it to the shore together.

@sugutoad @ilikefelines @baybaybear1 @classicsimpforaaronwarner @sachaa-ff @mmogurl

[anyca786]

"YOU'VE BOTH MATURED YOURSELVES THESE PAST FEW YEARS,"

Daemon targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) fluff, kissing. (Idk how to write warnings)

Series

Daenys had some spiralling conflicts with her mind and her heart. She felt a sense of connection with Rhaenyra that she had never experienced before, and it was scarying her. So she decided it was time to pay a visit to her favourite cousin.

7 moons later

Laena, her sweet niece had recently claimed Vhagar, the largest dragon alive.

They were currently flying throughout Driftmark and, 'Aunt, mother, look!" Laena, who sat on top of Vhagar in the saddle, pointed to the ship in the distance.

Daenys wore beautiful blue riding clothes gifted by her dearest cousin. Her luscious silver hair flowed freely with the wind.

Rhaenys eyes squinted at the number of ships, and her eyes widened. The distant sound of Caraxes whistle could be heard, which made Nyx's head turn at the sound, and she let out a pleasant roar.

'Velaryon flags..- " Daenys' shock was replaced with a happy expression while coaxing Nyx to calm down, "Shh, I know you missed Caraxes," she pats her dragon.

That meant Daemon was back from the Stepstones and have won against the crabfeeders.

"Father and Laenor are back!" Laena said delightedly and turned to her Aunt Daenys and flashed her a teasing grin, "You must be pleased that your betrothed is back."

"He is not my betrothed, silly girl. Now, if you excuse me -" Daenys scowled, "Sovegon."

Rhaenys sighed, watching her little cousin fly off in the direction of Kingslanding and then gave her daughter a look.

Rhaenys knew that eventually, the two would get married soon. They both shared the blood of dragon. The other Lords that offered their hand weren't worthy of the precious Princess Daenys.

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To say Daenys was genuinely surprised that a party was being thrown for Daemon in the royal gardens was an understatement. She had heard the rumours of him being the King of the Stepstones, which brought a small satisfied smile on her face.

Everyone present seemed to be enjoying the warm weather. Daenys ignored the preying eyes of lords and knights on her and solely focused on her family wearing a genuine smile.

A servant passed by with a tray of wine, which she gladly took and thanked the servant.

Alicent stood by the King like a dutiful wife she was wearing a tight smile. Though she remained still to the best of her ability while rubbing her arms clearly discomforted by the Rouge's presence. It was clear that Daemon loathed the Queen just like Daenys herself.

"Princess Daenys, Your Grace" Daenys's name was announced, and immediately, the crowd stepped aside for the Princess.

Some were in awe while others held feelings of lust for the silver-haired princess, which made Daemon for some reason feel a rush of irritation.

Rhaenyra didn't waste any time walking over to her beautiful aunt. " Daenys."

"Rhaenyra.' she happily accepted her embrace, and Rhaenyra blushed when she pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"Come enjoy some lemon cakes with me. I saved you some chocolate." Rhaenyra said shyly.

That seemed to catch Daenys' attention and immediately accepted Rhaenyra's hand as she guided her to the dessert table, unaware of the Hightower Queen watching them with an enviouse glare.

"I can't believe he's back." Daenys mused, tasting her wine while Rhaenyra tasted the candied lemon slice in her mouth. Rhaenyra just looked at her and licked her fingers before swiping away the leftover wine on the corner of her lips.

"Nyra!" She whined.

"It's fun teasing you, my dearest Aunt." Rhaenyra had just gotten back from her six moons of tour and rejected the majority of her suitors.

The way she felt about Daenys wasn't simple. When her mother had died, Daenys had been there for her more than anyone. Rhaenyra adorned this woman.

She spent every morning, noon, and night thinking of Daenys Targaryen, their passionate kisses, her gentle touch, her aunt's genuine concern about her. She was a goddess in Rhaenyra's eyes, whether it was her pretty smiles, her pouty lips, or her fiercely protective nature.

Daenys smiled at her, "I take it the tour did not go well."

"They were old enough to be Vhagar's age." That made Daenys' nose scrunched displeasingly, making Rhaenyra giggle.

"Perhaps I have not found the one with the blood as hot as a dragon like mine, yet" Rhaenyra said, looking at Daenys's eyes.

"Let us go greet your father and Uncle," Daenys said, clearing her throat, trying not to address what Rhaenyra meant.

"Wellif it isn't my Prince Charming. Congratulations on your victory, brother," Daenys said, earning a laugh from Viserys.

"You shouldn't have thrown the party. Now his ego is bigger than Nyx, " Daenys said to Viserys, pouting.

'Thank you, Princess," Daemon spoke with a small smirk that held a double meaning behind his words. Daenys blushed at his words. Daemon looked irresistibly charming in his new haircut.

'And I have heard that Rhaenys is considering marrying you to Corlys' youngest cousin brother, Victor Velaryon. He will make a fine Prince consort. He's a good man." Viserys said remembering him years ago.

This brought a fake laugh from Rhaenyra and a hum from Daemon as he narrowed his eyes in amusement.

"Pin-cess!" Daenys turned her head to see small toddler wearing a gummy smile bouncing towards her with her arms out. Her septa hurried behind anxiously, "Apologies, Princess," the septa bowed her head.

" Hello, little princess," Daenys cheered, smiling brightly at the little girl with brown hair. Apparently, she was a daughter of some High Lord. The little girl was captivated by Daenys's beauty.

Daemon watched in awe as Daenys picked the girl in her arms. He had seen her interact with Rhaenys' children, yet he found himself imagining the baby in her arms, was his with long silver hair and big beautiful purple eyes.

His eyes hungrily wandered at her form. She looked absolutely beautiful over the years they've been apart.

Her hair was flowing freely, and it was clear from flying on Nyx. Her cheeks got fuller as well as her breast, which made Daemon hard just by the thought of it.

However, Daemon wasn't the only one staring her, Sir Criston Cole blissfully observed Daenys.

Daenys offered Sir Criston a smile.

"Perhaps the Prince Daemon and Princess Daenys would care for a tour of the gallery," Alicent offered, trying to mingle.

Rhaenyra's lips twitched at the thought of Daemon exploring the gallery.

"They haven't seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor." Alicent pressed.

"Would you like to see the tapestries?" Viserys asked Daemon before laughing out loud.

Daenys saw the hurt look on Alicent's face and turned her head to look at her brother, ready to snap,

"He has no interest in such things," Viserys said humorously.

"I'd like to see them. Would anyone like to accompany me?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to escape this dreadful talk.

"I would," Daenys replied merrily

"Oh, then you should not deprive yourself," Viserys told her.

But before Daenys could move, Daemon grabbed her wrist, "Later," he announced and dragged her with him. Daemon lightly chuckled, finding this situation amusing, making Daenys roll her eyes.

"Daemon!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Come," he said, his voice low and urgent. Without waiting for a response, he pulled her away towards a secluded corner of the garden.

As they reached the privacy of the overgrown bushes, Daemon turned to face Daenys. His gaze was intense, his expression a mix of longing and desire. Without any warning, he cupped her face in his large hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Daenys, initially taken aback, couldn't resist the pull of his desire. She returned his kiss with equal fervour, her heart pounding in her chest.

"And I missed you too," she replied, leaning in for a brief, chaste kiss with a smile.

Daemon's kiss deepened, his hands cupping her face. He lifted her effortlessly, allowing her legs to wrap around his torso. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion igniting like a wildfire.

"Don't pull that stunt ever again," Daenys complained, her voice muffled by Daemon's kisses, "I was in the middle of a conversation".

Daemon chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't," he promised, pulling away to press a tender kiss to her temple. Setting Daenys down, Daemon smoothed her hair and cupped her face in his hands.

"How's your wife? Mysaria? Was it" She asked, her tone playful.

Daemon rolled his eyes. "Just accept it, you're jealous," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Daenys scowled, but he found her reaction amusing. He moved closer, their faces mere inches apart. Daenys refused to waver, her gaze unwavering despite the proximity of their lips.

Daemon grasped her neck with his large hand and grinned.

"There you two are," Rhaenyra's voice interrupted them, her tone light and teasing.

Daemon resisted the urge to scrowl at his niece when Daenys pulled away quickly.

Rhaenyra wore a content smile, yet her eyes trained on Daemon almost smugly, "You seem content on Dragonstone. Why did you come back? There is surely more to your return than simply taunting my father." She asked in High Valyrian.

"So what do you want?" She said.

"Only the comforts of home and to see my favourite niece and baby sister," Daenys felt like there was a whole other meaning behind it but chose not to say anything.

The three moved to the shade. Daemon chose to sit while Daenys and Rhaenyra stood.

"I had not thought you would particularly be comfortable with this home," Rhaenyra spoke.

Daemon poured glasses of wine for the two girls and then offered Daenys to seat on his lap.

Daenys gladly took a seat on his lap while Rhaenyra shifted in her spot, visibly not pleased.

"The adventurous must've changed you," and the two Targaryens stared at her with a soft gaze.

"You've both matured yourself these past few years,"

Daemon stared at Daenys in admiration. She had certainly become a fine woman, and it was certain that he wasn't the only one who thought that. His niece seemed quite taken with her as well.

"My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle,' Rhaenyra spoke in annoyance. Daenys grabbed her hand in support and said,

"Your father is getting on my nerves, lately"

"There are worse things to be sold for," Daemon replied, speaking of experience. He had been young when he was betrothed to Rhea Royce.

"Marriage is only a political arrangement. Once you are wed, you can do as you like," Daemon directed his words at the Princess.

"For men, marriage might be a political arrangement. For women, it is a death sentence." Rhaenyra said in High Valyrian.

"Would that it was. I would've been rid of my Bronze Bitch ages ago." He replied in High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra sipped on her wine while refilling Daenys' goblet.

"Your wife has been fortunate. You haven't put a child in her." Rhaenyra said.

"I doubt a child could grow in such a hostile environment." Daemon replied, his laughter fading away as Rhaenyra scoffed.

"My mother was made to produce heirs .. and it got her killed," Rhaenyra spoke heavily in emotion. Daenys remembered the time when Aemma gave birth to Rhaenyra and how much she suffered then. The horrifying birthing scene made young Daenys run away from home in order to avoid marriage and the same fate.

"I won't subject myself or Rhaenyra to the same fate," Daenys stated strongly.

"What happened to your mother was a tragedy. But this is a tragic world." Daemon's words were laced with comfort towards Rhaenyra.

"I have no desire to live in fear. Only solitude." Rhaenyra replied strongly. Daemon smiled at the two women with such newfound fondness.

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As Daenys was getting ready for bed, she noticed a bag sitting on the chair. She moved it and lifted the bag onto the table and poured out its contents onto the table to see commoners' clothing.

"Daenys?" A whisper spoked, a voice she recognised.

"Rhaenyra?" Daenys replied. She turned around to see her niece come out of the wall. A secret door she had no idea existed, "Rhaenyra, how did you even discover the secret passages?" she asked in awe.

She momentarily forgot about the bag and went up to Rhaenyra in excitement, "Can you imagine what we can do with this? We can sneak into kitchens or -

Rhaenyra had placed a hand over Daenys' mouth to keep her quiet, "Now aunt-you do not want us to get caught do you? Now, have you received a bag from Daemon?"

'Yes... Where are we going?" Daenys's eyes widened in curiosity, but for some reason felt a bit giddy as to what they were going to do tonight, Daenys lived for adventure.

"We are going out tonight and exploring the streets with Uncle Daemon as our guide."

Daenys wasted no time getting changed into the dress and cloak. She had pinned her hair up and had it tucked behind a long scarf. There was no way she'll have herself recognized.

"You look very handsome." Daenys complimented Rhaenyra, who was dressed as a little boy.

"Why, thank you, Princess," Rhaenyra replied cheekily.

Daenys reached for Rhaenyra's hand, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The Realm's Delight chuckled at her aunt's impatience. Together, they go through the secret door and into the hidden corridor.

When they reached outside, Daemon was already standing there dressed in a cloak with a hood over his head. "Took you both long enough." He smirked.

A/N: Double update <3

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aemond enjoys the limbo and goes back and forth between alys and the reader. 🏃‍♂️it was good that the reader and her hypocrite kinslayer could talk about helaena 🐞and connect through it, but his reading... well he's probably reading it because of alys.. 🙄ulterior motives.. doesn't he have any guilt about being with alys when reader and he is linked to fate according to helaena prophecy ? *his obsession*👹I hope she escapes the vicious cycle and gives fire to the hightowers and sits on the throne at the end. 🖤

I would love to know how fire and blood describes our reader and tells her story.. I can't get that out of my head with the picture of our reader breaking into the dragon pit, flying away and taking revenge with her family, maybe she'll burn Alicent first and then I don't care about the order, whether first otto,aegon and ser criston and then finally aemond have to die in agony. 🔥 😈🐉🙌🙌🥳👸

aemond👺 they are connected but he molested her, raped her, humiliated her, killed her brother and her dragon and the list goes on and on... and wants to force the reader to transform into his submissive yet fiery biting wife „get a grip“🙄

Aemond: it is love Everyone: no it is not you are delusional

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Alys: do you love me more than Reader?

Aemond: shut up!

*and uses her to stop thinking about reader*🙈

Please 🥺 you don‘t need to update every day update when you want to and feel like it 🖤 enjoy your life 🥀 and don‘t listen to us obsessive readers🖤🖤

Aemond is switching it up so much he’s giving the reader whiplash 😭 this man needs some serious therapy and mood stabilisers Jesus H. Christ 😂😂😂

He doesn’t really feel too much guilt, and Helaenas prophecy never forbade him from fucking Alys so he’s like why not both ? 💀💀💀

Aemond wants the reader to be submissive and also to fight back and gets angry when he doesn’t get one or the other like SIR 😭😭😭

I’m so glad you’re loving it and I absolutely adored reading this message !! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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ೃ⁀➷ hiii hi here’s just a random question form ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

thanks, dear @coffeebooksrain18

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav colour: purple and green

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: ive been here for a few years so I would say… 2022-2023?

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to: Greece, Italy

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): none! If anything looks good and is comfy, I wear it

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s): ok this changes every day but I have been having an obsession with Lana Del Ray as of late

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: I restarted it recently so it’s the default pink and blueisj tones

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: succession, hunger games and asoif

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status: single

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job: corporate lawyer

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app: umh... snap ig. I don’t use many apps outside of tumblr

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets: no

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many: 😔

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee: ice Capps ANY DAY

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor: mint choco chips!

ೃ⁀➷ hiii hi here’s just a random question form ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Thank you @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @yoursweetheartsrevenge for tagging me.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav colour: blue and green

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: eight years, nine in December this year.

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to: Nearly half of Europe, the Redwood Tree forest in America, every Disney World

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): Adidas, Esprit, Levi's

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s): Queen, Maneskin, Green Day, Wanda, Metallica, Twenty One Pilots, Fall Out Boy, Ärtzte, Wir sind Helden, Toten Hosen, Nena, Falco, AC/DC, Alvero Soler, The Amazing Devil, American Authors, Amy Whinehouse, Billy Joel, Phil Collins

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: A racoon with fairywings and spring flowers

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: Spring, flowers, seeds of vegetables, multiple TV series

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status: single

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job: working in plant protection

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app: Pintrest and YouTube

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets: Yes.

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many: Two, European shorthair, one red one tabby, both share one braincell mostly the tabby got it...

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee: Tea, I get sleepy and headaches from coffee

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor: pistachio, lemon, dark chocolate, white chocolate, blueberry, raspberry, greek yogurt, mozart (it's nougat ice cream with pistachio marzipan swirl), Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup and Cookie Dough, Lime, Vanilla ice cream with Peacan bits and Caramel

No pressure tag:

@targaryenrealnessdarling @venmondiese @schniiipsel @flowerandblood @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @livmondcole

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EMILY CAREY AS ALICENT HIGHTOWER IN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | SEASON 1 EPISODE 4 “KING OF THE NARROW SEA”

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a creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year ( it’s okay to skip months ).

i was tagged by my bestie aka the talented and brilliant @harwinstrng to do this !! pls bare with me as there are hardly any sets this year oopsie 

january:

🥀 i only posted one set: geralt + jaskier text post

february:

🥀 no sets in february

march:

🥀 i only posted one set: merthur + sign of the times

april:

🥀 no sets in april

may:

🥀 no sets in may

june:

🥀 i only posted one set: darth vader vs obi-wan kenobi

july:

🌸 favourite: skull rock scene in a nutshell 🌼 most popular: eddie munson: certified atheist™️

august:

🥀 no sets in august

september:

🥀 i only posted one set: on a scale from eddie to argyle, how well do you handle stress?

october:

🌸 favourite & 🌼 most popular: alicent hightower + brutal

tagging 🧚🏻‍♂️: @enidsinclaiir @kingsroad @padme-amidala @gizkalord and anyone else who would like to partake !!

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AELYS X AEMOND WEB WEAVING for @coffeebooksrain18

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It is I who is Mother’s rightful heir, not my bastard brothers - Queen Valaena Velaryon, First of Her Name for @coffeebooksrain18

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👗+ Myrielle

This is Myrielle — peak Myrielle fashion, in truth — in her full extravagance and lace on her 17th name day Tourney hosted in Paradise. She hasn’t had a proper celebration for her name day in years, so when she comes back home, her father, Coren, does not waste a single coin. The added fact of the Royal family appearing and Myrielle being given the chance to pick a match from all the Lords that will be attended added to this charm. The dress is inspired heavily by the Reach rather than the Stormlands because as much as Myrielle is distanced from her Mother, she wears Redwyne colors or Reach style clothes. The neckalce, however, reflects her houses words ‘When The Sun Sets’ so opts for a full sun instead of a sun that has fallen and only appears halfway to symbolize the joy and fullness that comes from that day. The jewelry is to match her lavish appearance, but the orangey-red ring was a gift from a certain someone before she left Kings Landing after the events of Driftmark.

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matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MATCHUP

Aelys Targaryen’s match has to be in every world is Aemond Targaryen. I was trying hard in every way I possibly could to provide you a match that wasn’t Aemond, but every technique I tried led to him (she does end up with him for a good reason after all). But lemme start with my reasons: Both Aelys and Aemond carry the weight of the Targaryen name, and their sense of pride in their Valyrian heritage runs deep. I do not see in anyway for Aelys to fall in love with someone who doesn’t already bear the Tarageryen name (even if she was not a Targaryen) — her pride would not stoop so ‘low’. In Aemond, Aelys would find a counterpart whose own pride drives him to clash with others. Aemond is someone who is used to being underestimated or overshadowed—by his eldest brothers even even his younger brother, by his half-sister, and by his status as the infamous second son of House Targaryen—and this struggle for recognition and I think it would somehow resonate somewhere in Aelys’ soul. She is loud and always grasps for any sort of attention, and she is of royal blood. But being born in a family of 14 children and as someone who isn’t the oldest nor the youngest, she has to figure and carve out her own self amidst her family. Aelys’ free-spirited nature would be at odds with Aemond’s more brooding demeanor (we love our local Emo though). Yet they both act in rash, Aelys on impulse and Aemond with some impulse, but a little bit more calculation. Aelys is quick to speak her mind, unafraid to express her emotions, and driven by an innate sense of justice that often leads her to act without thinking of the consequences. I think this might frustrate Aemond at times, who is far more careful in his actions and views the world with a more cynical lens. Yet, I think this constrast between one another with blossom and be some sort of a foundation for their relationship. Aelys’ unflinching loyalty to those she loves would speak on some level Aemond, who, beneath his pride and ambition, has a more vulnerable side that he guards, but he is still a man who puts family above anything else (I’m so sorry Aemond. You would never betray your family and I am still quite upset at Condall’s decision at Rook’s Rest). While Aelys’s passion and wildness would draw him in, Aemond’s intensity and this quiet strength he builds inside him would challenge her in ways that she would find both infuriating yet thrilling. Both Aelys and Aemond are extremely protective of their families, though they show this loyalty in different ways. Aelys would defend her loved ones and, when angered, would go to extreme lengths (murder) to protect them, prolly also using her social standing to make sure that those who wrong her or her family are humiliated or punished in the worst possible manner. Aemond, though perhaps way less fiery in his methods, also has a loyalty to his family and is willing to do whatever it takes to safeguard its future—this sense of duty and ambition to prove his worth to his family is similar to Aelys, who also values the protection and well-being of those she cares about. Aelys and Aemond both have a sense of intense pride, not just in their bloodline and pure blood, but in their skills. Aemond’s skill as a dragonrider—his bond with the mighty Vhagar—mirrors Aelys’ love of dragon riding and her mount, Cannibal. They are both the blood of Old Valeria and Aelys would see in Aemond the same fire and ambition that she feels in herself. Have I yet to mention how obsessive each individual is? Because it would create such a fascinating relationship. Where Aelys’s emotions run hot and fast, Aemond’s tend to smolder beneath the surface. They would help one another embrace this new side of themselves (also can you imagine a new au with them where they did not grow up as children, but met later in life? THE TENSION? THE RIVALRY? I’ll stop myself here,) Can you tell I love this ship?

HEADCANONS

The dragons always seem to dance and people would scramble in fear or look in awe as Aelys sat atop her dragon soaring through the sky with Aemond behind her. Aelys is a competitive and Aemond is not one to turn down a challenge when faced with one. This leads to them at times to race their dragons through the sky. Aemond has the bigger dragon, everyone knew that. But Aelys’ dragon was slightly smaller and quicker than Vhagar. And Aelys never lets him forget that and always insist that they must race. Aemond had definitely got to the point at one point that he knew that Vhagar would not win, but the sweet smile plastered on Aelys’ face was worth every loss to the one eyed prince.

Aemond was one to not showcase his emotions freely, even restricting some of his feelings in-front of Aelys. In the beginning of their relationship, he would not shed a tear in front of her. It felt humiliating. One day, Aemond had promised Aelys he would attend the ball hosted by the Tyrell to celebrate Lord and Lady Tyrell 20th anniversary and Aelys, in such excitement, got all dressed up. Whenever Aemond asked what she would wear, she would giggle at him and tell him it’s a ‘secret’. The day of their departure, he sat by himself in the carriage before Aelys scrambled in cladded in an azure dress decorated in sapphires. That is when it clicked him. She wore this for him. His sapphire eye was not someone he held dear to his heart at all, yet at this moment where the Maiden incarnated in front of him wore it proudly. Tears prickled at the corner of his eye and he quickly blinked them away. It was stupid of him cry. Right? Well, Aelys laughed at him for a few hours so it must have been.

Aemond may be a second son, but that phrase does not deny that he is part of the royal family. Money is handed to him in his hands whenever he wants it. And there is nothing that will ever stop him from buying the most extravagant things for Aelys. Whenever he comes across any rare gems, he has them designed by specialists and created by only the best blacksmiths JUST so he can give it to Aelys and see her laugh in happiness. He would waste all the money there is in his coffers if it meant seeing her smile. And while he loves to give her big gifts, sometimes he would see a bouquet of roses and think of her immediately (he obviously buys it and leaves it on her bed as a surprise!)

Ship Tropes

Obsessed (Aemond) x Equally Obsessed (Aelys)

‘Fuck you’ (Aemond) x ‘Fuck me yourself, coward’ (Aelys)

Absolute power couple that can, and will, destroy the world for one another

Ship Songs

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Judas by Lady Gaga

Blood Mary by Lady Gaga

’UNBOWED, UNBENT, UNBROKEN’

Ok, perhaps you are thinking why I have included a Targaryen banner, despite stating the words of House Martell? Let me tell you the lore I created! I could not imagine a world she is not a Targaryen — she has this madness and fire kindling in her heart that can not be mistaken for any other house. But she was also a Martell! Free, sassy, rebellious and luxurious — all traits known in Martells. (I apologize for how short the explanation is, it makes sense in my head, but I do not know how to explain it!) In this universe, Queen Alysanne sent her daughter, Vissera, to marry the Dornish King in hopes of creating a stronger alliance between both nations. And their son, Qoren Martell married a Dayne women and from this union came 14 children with Aelys being the 3rd child.

DRAGON

I think Vermithor would the best choice for Aelys! They are both fiery and unapologetic, while sharing this fierce devotions for one another and their beloved ones. Vermithor is a beast of strength and loyalty and defiance — he would not let anyone harm Aelys in anyway. Like Aelys, Vermithor is a free individual and refused to be claim by anyone unless they truly impressed him (similar to Aelys’ own picky nature). While Aelys is more passionate, Vermithor would be a more grounding presence and not burn everything Aelys wants him to. That is unless they Vermithor has been upset by something too.

RELATIONSHIPS

ALICENT HIGHTOWER is a mother figure of sort to her. Aelys loves her Dayne mother above anything else, but when Aelys claimed Vermithor at the tender age of 7, she was sent to ward under King Viserys. Alicent, at first, only feared that Rhaenyra would try to wed Aelys to Jacerys ans she could not, in no universe, allow Rhaenyra to have Vermithor as it will only make her stringer during the Dance. So Alicent swiftly engages her own son, Aemond, to Aelys. It was pure political at first, but Alicent grew softer towards the young girl — she was alone and a stranger to this world just like how Alicent had been when she first came to the Red Keep. Alicent immediately took Aelys under her wing after that.

CASSANDRA BARATHEON is one of Aelys’ closest friend. Alicent had decided that it was only fitting for Aelys to have her own lady-in-waiting now that she is to marry a Targaryen Prince and she had already been a Martell Princess at home. Cassandra was the first one sent to Aelys and her closest one too. In Cassandra, the two could gossip, dress up, go to balls and all the other things ladies did back then. They are the prettiest and judgiest of besties

JACERYS ‘VELARYON’ is not one Aelys is fond of. Aelys believes in the superiority of certain blood over others and Jace is a bastard? Aelys is not afraid to show her distaste towards him the second she heard rumors of her engagement with him. She was a princess! And she will remain so. Although this hatred is not only reserved for Jace, but RHAENYRA TARGARYEN too. Something about her had always ticked Aelys off. Why was this spoiled princess trying to ruin her life and make her marry a bastard!? And when the incident at Driftmark occurred, Aelys had felt nothing but hatred towards Rhaenyra. When the king was not around, she would vocalize her hatred at the ‘Mother of Bastard’?

MOONBOARD

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a little gift for @coffeebooksrain18 for the holidays! This is a series and this is only part 1 featuring her lovely oc, Lilith Baratheon x Aegon Targaryen!

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INTRODUCTION TO THE MY HEART MY RUIN AU by @coffeebooksrain18

Rhaella Targaryen is the daughter of Aeny and the heart of Maegor. When the fire kindles in Maegor’s heart, she is the only one to calm it down too. But she is a dragon and the fire sparks in her heart too. She is the daughter of the dragons and the day she was held in Maegor’s arm, they became one another’s heart and ruin.

Lily Waters and Aemon Targaryen were doomed by the Gods the day they met one another. The night before his marriage to Jocelyn Baratheon, Aemon wanted one night for himself before locking his soul in the cage of duty. Little did he know that night he would meet Lily Water — a whore and a bastard — yet, somehow she would change his world, but not his ending.

After the death of his wife, Baelon Targaryen knows it is his duty to marry again. And while his heart still lays with Alyssa, he marries his youngest sister, Aelora, only out of duty. But they do say that love is the death of duty.

After the death of his first wife, Daemon Targaryen is put in the same position as his father had been years ago. But unlike him, Daemon always knows what he wants. And now, he wanted his half-sister, Visanna Targaryen as his for she is half his soul and heart.

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👗+ Nymeria

I went for Nymeria’s betrothal meeting dress. For a short period from when she was 15 until the Dance, Nymeria was engaged to Oscar Tully under Myrielle’s suggestion and Elmo Tully gladly accepted because if he could not marry Myrielle, his brother will marry Nymeria. It works in his head, ok? For Myrielle, it was strengthen the Greens relationship with House Tully as Viserys grew ill every passing day. So Nymeria is off to Riverlands for a short while to get to know her future husband so she won’t be marrying a stranger and to learn about Riverrun. While most ladies would wear their most beautiful gowns to represent their houses’s wealth and flaunt their beauty, this was a funeral march for Nymeria who hated the idea of marriage, especially after hearing about Myrielle’s first marriage and the beginning of Alaric’s. She was still expected to dress up in jewelry so she wore a simple circlet until her sister-in-law insisted she should wear a necklace that she was going to gift Nymeria for her engagement. The ring belong to her mother, Alaria and it’s one of the few things she possesses from her.

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👗+ Alaria

During the wedding of her cousin, Gwyn Harlaw, to Coren Vallici, Alaria is a petty bitch ❤️ She does not mind Coren, he is her brother’s friend after all and Gwyn chose this match happily and out of love, it’s just that Alaria can’t fathom the thought of, that out of all people, Gwyn chose to marry Coren fucking Vallici. The last name itself should smear anyone who marries into it and Gwyn is meant to be hers. Not Coren’s. So she dresses herself in red, wearing jewelry that symbolizes House Redwyne and wears her hair in the Reach manner to show that Gwyn is her family and will always be a Redwyne even if she was Harlaw by birth and Vallici by marriage.