#Stepdaughter Niece

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[aemondmybbg]

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ᯓ aemond targaryen: {14}

(1) — not his children? (niece!user {no dance!au} where they're married and he begins to believe the rumors that she conceived children from jace) (2) — his beloved niece (niece!user where he proposes to her during dinner in 1x07 episode) (3) — postwar marriage (niece!user the only surviving child of rhaenyra and daemon, in which he takes care of her and grooms her to build a trusting relationship and marries her when she grows up) (4) — forbidden feelings (aunt hightower!user and he just being in love with her, but afraid of this) (5) — after 'the pink dread' (niece!user consoles him after this joke) [platonic] (6) — in harrenhal (twin-sister wife!user where she pregnant and afraid of that rhaenyra captured king's landing) (7) — the only queen (lannister-wife!user who wants to be a queen and he does everything for her) [r] (8) — his strong girl (niece!user after dinner scene when he calls her and her brothers bastards) (9) — street of silk (niece!user where he finds her there after aegon took her to the street of silk) (10) — get his attention (baratheon!user that daughter of borros whom he chose as his wife) (11) — fear of closeness (wife!user {u can choose her house if you like} where he's afraid of s3x because aegon took him to a brothel when he was thirteen) (12) — war trophy (strong!user who is the legitimate daughter of harwin and aemond takes her to his bed after the capture of harrenhal) (13) — trying to be a good father (niece!user he cheated on her with alys rivers and after the war he tries to take care of their children) (14) — father for the first time (niece!user where they become parents for the first time and he worries about whether he will be a good father)

ᯓ aegon ii targaryen: {10}

(1) — king wants to see you in his chambers (niece!user after the 'dance of the dragons' trying to have a child) (2) — burning body and heart (wife!user stays with him after rooks' rest) [r] (3) — seeks comfort (wh0re!user he just comes to a brothel and for the first time he is looking not for s3x but for consolation) (4) — may become a father (aemonds wife!user where aegon becomes a father to her children after news of aemond's affair with alys rivers is revealed) (5) — takes you to the street of silk (niece!user where he takes her to a brothel to anger rhaenyra) (6) — newborn (niece!user where they meet their first child) (7) — his rhaenys (sister!user who was going to become a septa, but he wants to take her as his second wife because he always wanted only her) (8) — after usurpation (niece!user where he visits her with their son after the usurpation) [r] (9) — blood & cheese (niece!user comes to his chambers with their daughter after the murder and finds him in bed with her lady-in-waiting) (10) — different twins (twin-sister-wife!user where they are complete opposites but he wants to find a common language with her) [r]

ᯓ daemon targaryen: {6} (1) — won't allow it (sister!user where she is engaged to viserys, and daemon takes her to a brothel to tarnish her honor and take her as his wife) (2) — teacher's pet (stepdaughter!user where he no longer finds rhaenyra interesting or attractive, and his attention shifts entirely to her eldest daughter) [r] (3) — he regrets it (niece!user who accidentally became pregnant by him, but to hide it she was married to otto hightower) (4) — late visit (hightower!user which otto sends to the daemon after laena's death so that she can console him) (5) — obvious things (sister!user who is married to viserys, but her children are actually from daemon and they keep it a secret) [r] (6) — queen wants to see the newborn (sister!user where they meet their child and alicent wants to see him) [r]

ᯓ jacaerys velaryon: {2} (1) — solace (sister!user where they both find solace in each other after luke's death) (2) — one of those dragon seeds (bastard!user where he's just still grumbling about bastards riding dragons)

ᯓ rhaenyra targaryen: {2} (1) — she likes you more than your husband (harwins wife!user who has an affair with rhaenyra) [wlw] (2) — something she will never forgive herself for (daughter!user who is aegon's wife and lost her child during blood & cheese and rhaenyra tries to comfort her after all that) [platonic]

ᯓ alicent hightower: {1} (1) — her only child (daughter!user who looks exactly like her, and alicent has the strongest connection with her) [platonic]

ᯓ daeron targaryen: {1} (1) — reunion (sister!user where they are reunited on the battlefield after a long separation) [r]

ᯓ helaena targaryen: {1} (1) — doesn't want to fly into battle (lannister!user calms her down after aemond's attack) [r, wlw]

my requests are still open and i am happy to receive them ⭑.ᐟ

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[laurasimonsdaughter]

Crying pearls in folklore

I've always loved the concept of tears turning to pearls. It shows up scattered across various folklore traditions, but I never realised how often it is linked to laughter that turns to roses, until I stared actively collecting them. I've got 9 so far, and also some interesting variations on the theme!

● Woud and Freid (Bavaria Germany, collected by Schönwerth in the 1850s). A variation on the saga about Freya and Odin, one account written in the 14th century, in which Freya/Freid gets a magnificent necklace by sleeping with the dwarves who made it. The powerful Woud leaves his equally powerful wife Freid for this infidelity, causing her to weep pearls while she searches for him. When she finds him she has wept as many pearls as there were in the necklace. They reconcile.

● Pearl Tears (Bavaria Germany, collected by Schönwerth in the 1850s). A girl, Maria, has the Virgin Mary for her godmother. After staying with her for a while she goes home to her father and step family and finds out she now cries pearls and laughs roses. After escaping their abuse the Virgin Mary gives her a castle to live in and she spends her days helping the ill and the poor.

● Rose Laughter and Pearl Tears (Muradina nail olmayan dilber [The beauty who did not gain her fortune], Turkey, collected by Saim Sakaoglu in the 1960's). The gifts of this heroine are roses when she laughs, pearls when she cries, grass growing wherever she walks, and her bath water turns to gold when she's done. She goes through a false bride/true bride plot that ends in a Sleeping Beauty plot before she is woken and married.

● The Goose-Girl at the Well (Die Gänsehirtin am Brunnen, Germany, printed by the Grimms in 1815.) In this story the youngest of three princesses is born weeping pearls and gems. She is driven away by her father after saying she loves him like she loves salt, but is found by a young count while she tends the geese for a wise woman, and reunited with her sorrowful parents.

● The Three Gifts, (Poland, from: Folk-Lore and Legends: Russian and Polish, 1890). A mistreated stepdaughter gives alms to an old man and is blessed by three mysterious young men to have her tears turn to pearls, her laughter produce roses, and to have golden fish appear in whatever water she touches. The girl's stepsister gets cursed like in Diamonds and Toads/The Two Fairies and a false/true bride plot follows. [Almost identical to Tears of Pearls, from: Fairy Tales of the Slav Peasants and Herdsmen, 1896. (Thank you @rabbitwhiterabbit!)]

● The Golden Duck (Die Goldne Ente, Germany and/or Czechia, from: Jacob Grimm's 1810 handwritten manuscript, at least partly based on a literary version of the tale in Sagen der böhmischen Vorzeit, 1808. Available in Dutch as a footnote to The White and the Black Bride.) A woman with one daughter takes in her orphaned niece and nephew. One day a good fairy disguised as an old woman asks for hospitality and rewards them for their kind treatment of her. The foster daughter gets blessed above all: her tears will turn to pearls, she will comb gold thread from her hair, and her saliva turns to silver. She must be veiled and protected against fresh air to keep the magic intact however. What follows is a rather complicated version of the "true bride switched for false bride" plot.

● The Sisters Who Envied Their Cadette (Histoire des deux sœurs jalouses de leur cadette, from Antoine Galland’s French One Tousand and One Nights, collected from 18th century Syrian storyteller Hanna Diyab). The ruler of Persia overhears three sisters talking, the youngest of them declares that if she got to marry the king she would give him a child with hair of gold and silver, their tears will become pearls and whenever they smile, rosebuds will appear. It happens like she predicts, but her envious sisters steal the baby and fairy tale (mis)fortune ensues. [Thank you @tattedpetticoats!]

● The Snake (La Biscia, Italy, composed by Italo Calvino in the 1950's from a Piedmontese and Tuscan variant of Straparola's literary fairy tale Biancabella and the Serpent). A snake blesses a kind farmer's daughter with three charms: shedding tears of pearl and silver, shedding golden pomegranate seeds when she laughs and producing fish of every kind when she washes her hands. Her envious sisters see to it she is locked up in the attic, but a magic pomegranate tree grows from the seeds of her laughter and the prince wishes to marry whoever can pick its fruits. The sisters try to kill and take their younger sister's place, but of course she prevails. [Thank you @m-siecle!]

The Rose-laughing Queen (A Rózsát Nevető Királykisasszony, Hungarian, many variants exist.). A princess who weeps pearls, laughs roses and leaves gold where she steps is betrayed and abandoned on the way to her fiancée the prince, and switched with a witches' daughter. She is saved by a kind gardener, becomes a maid to the false bride, and is revealed when the bride hits her and she weeps pearls in front of the prince. [Thank you @susannaius!]

Stories I've seen mentioned have this motif but that I haven't found yet:

Apparently some Polynesian mythology features gods crying pearls.

Chinese folklore to do with jiaoren and dragons is referred to as concerning tears and pearls.

The Golden Girl, from Uzbekistan.

The Maiden Who Laughs Roses and Weeps Pearls, from Greece, indexed by Jack Zipes.

The relatively new ATU tale type The Blinded Bride includes the heroine producing gold, jewels, flowers or pearls from her body in some way, including crying. (Research by C. Goldberg.)

A Persian/Iranian tale indexed by Ulrich Marzolph under type 403, Die Mädchen Blumenlacher.

Several variants of the tale type "The Maiden (Youth) with a Separable Soul in a Necklace" mention the heroine also being blessed with weeing pearls.

Some interesting variants with gems instead of pearls:

● The Fairy who cried Gems (Ladakh, several variants exist). A boy fiends a fairy weeping from loneliness in a beautiful palace. Her tears all turn to gems. After comforting her she gifts him a single tear shaped gem. Possession of the gem leads to the boy being threatened by the greedy land owner, but the fairy helps the boy defeat him. (A more elaborate version The King and the Jewel, can be read in: Folk-Tales of Ladakh, 1975)

● The Legend of Apache Leap and the Apache Tears (Apache, origin presumably 1870). Around seventy-five Apache warriors, killed or driven to their death by the US Cavalry, are mourned by their families near the cliff where they died. Their tears either turn to obsidian or are embedded into obsidian stones, preserving their translucence. These obsidian tears are said to bring good luck (or prevent sorrow needful of tears) to those who find/carry them. (Thank you @rabbitwhiterabbit!)

● The Golden Necklace (Afghanistan, collected and translated by Wahid Omar from Jhanara Amin in 1992). A merchant's wife hides her newborn baby girl in the cellar so her father will not kill her. Growing up pale and sickly in the dark, five angels find her and bless her with the Necklace of Life to make her healthy, golden bricks wherever she walks, laughter that turns to flowers, and tears that turn to emeralds. When she is a young woman her mother sends the girl to her uncle, a king, begging him to protect her and let her marry his only son. But the girl's nanny betrays her and a false bride/true bride plot follows, with somewhat of a Rapunzel flavour mixed in.

Tales which feature a similar gift, but without the tears:

● Diamonds and Toads, or: The Fairies, French literary fairy tale by Perrault: jewel or flower falls from the blessed girl's mouth at every word.

● The Three Little Men in the Wood, the Grimms, blessing from three little men in the woods is she will grow prettier every day, gold will fall from her mouth at every word, and she will one day marry a king.

● The True Bride, Nlakapamuk tale from North America that features a protagonist who spits nuggets of gold.

● Biancabella and the Snake, Italian literary fairy tale by Straparola, in which Biancabella gains the power to have pearls and gems fall from her hair when combed, and roses, violets and other flowers spring up around her hands when she washes them.

● Gulkhandaran's Flower, a Kurdish folktale in which a beautiful ifrit has a jewel fall from her mouth whenever she smiles or laughs, her cousin Gulkhandaran has flowers fall from her mouth when she laughs.

[imnotkaizer]

CHAP. 001

SERIES DETAILS

You imagined this moment a thousand times, the day you finally leave your hometown behind, the way the campus would look in the late afternoon sun, the clean smell of new notebooks and second chances, you thought you’d be nervous, scared, even, but as the city fades behind your windshield and the apartment complex comes into view, all you feel is ready to start over.

Your aunt’s apartment is smaller than you expected, tucked into a quiet building just a few blocks from UCONN, she and her new husband own a much bigger house somewhere on the other side of the city, but apparently, paige insisted on staying here, closer to campus, closer to the court.

Your aunt rarely uses the place anymore, only stopping by to check in or drop off groceries before heading back to her real life, always in a rush, shes already gone by the time you arrive, as promised, her voice message this morning had been rushed “key’s under the mat, dont worry, paige knows your coming, make it work—there’s only one bedroom.”

one bedroom.

You roll your suitcase down the narrow hall and pause at the door, the place smells faintly of laundry detergent and old air fresheners, clean, but lived in, you expected a guest room, a pull out couch, at least, but instead, your walking straight into her space.

And shes already there.

She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, a bottle of orange gatorade in one hand, her phone in the other, a ponytail clings to the sweat on her bare shoulder, Her skin is flushed, her lips slightly parted as she swipes through her screen.

Until her eyes meet yours, dark, sharp, a little amused, you know her face before she even says a word, Paige Bueckers, UCONN's golden girl, your aunts stepdaughter, the last person you expected to find standing in the kitchen like she owns it.

“well” she says, her voice low and edged with sarcasm “you made it.” tou try to answer, but your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth.

she cocks her head “didnt think the nerdy little niece would actually move in, guess i lost that bet”

you frown, confused “you knew I was coming?” she shrugs, taking a lazy sip from her drink “my stepmom mentioned it, thought you’d back out last minute.” theres something in the way shes looking at you, like shes already figured you out, like she knows your the kind of girl who follows the rules, keeps her head down, plays it safe, and shes already bored.

“im paige” she adds, not offering a handshake “but you probably already knew that.” you nod stiffly "yeah, auntie mentioned." she smiles then slow, crooked, and completely different from the polished charm you seen in her interviews.

You glance around awkwardly, eyes landing on the closed bedroom door “so… uh, about the room, my aunt said theres only one?”

Paige shrugs again “yeah, theres no guest room here, not really meant to be a family place.” you hesitate “should I take the couch?” she smirks, “its a piece of shit, you wont sleep, just crash in my room, we’ll share.”

You blink “you mean—”

“theres only one bed” she cuts in, like its no big deal “i dont bite, unless you ask nicely”

your heart skips, youe not sure if its from panic or something else entirely, you open your mouth to protest, but shes already walking away, tossing her gatorade into the trash and disappearing behind the bedroom door.

you stand there alone in the kitchen, suitcase still in hand, pulse hammering behind your ribs, you should be concerned, instead, you find yourself stepping toward the room with a strange mix of nerves and something dangerously close to anticipation.

And paige? shess already waiting behind that door

—ଓ

The bedroom is small, dark, and impossibly lived in, the closet had a big mirror that was facing the bed, basketball gear spills from an open duffel in the corner, a few framed photos hang crookedly on the wall, game shots, newspaper clippings, a signed ball or two, but your eyes are drawn straight to the center of the room.

The bed, big, messy, and obviously hers, paige flops onto it like she owns the world, one arm behind her head, the other casually holding her phone, she doesnt even look at you when she says “go ahead, drop your stuff, claim your side, before i take the whole damn thing.”

You linger by the doorway, stiff “your really okay with this?” she glances up with that same smirk from earlier, sharp, cocky, a little cruel “why wouldn’t i be?”

“I mean… its one bed.”

She sits up slowly, like a cat stretching in the sun, and leans forward with her elbows on her knees, her gaze pins you in place “you do realize half the girls on campus would kill for this, right?” she says “sharing a bed with me?"

You raise an eyebrow “thats… humble.” she laughs “oh, im not humble, im just honest.” you dont move, she notices “what?” she says, mockingly “you scared im gonna try something?”

“no” you say too quickly, she grins “you wish i would.” she muttured heat crawls up your neck, and you turn away, pretending to check your bag as if that will calm your racing pulse, shes ridiculous.

you slip off your shoes and cautiously sit on the edge of the bed, keeping your back to her “left side" she murmurs behind you “i already called right” you glance over your shoulder “of course you did.”

Shes already sprawled out again, her toned legs tangled in the blanket, her shirt riding up just enough to show the dip of her hipbone, shes watching you now, not saying anything, just watching.

—ଓ

its past midnight now, and the city outside hums with life even as the apartment wraps around a cold air, the small table between you and paige is cluttered with greasy takeout containers, half eaten noodles, dumplings, and a forgotten fortune cookie still in its wrapper, a few empty cans of hard seltzer sweat onto the wood, the sharp edge of alcohol just starting to hum in your veins.

she insisted you drink “loosen up, your too tense like a little wind up toy” she’d teased, cracking open the first can with one raised eyebrow, you caved, you always cave when shes watching you like that.

and now, she wont stop watching, you can feel her eyes on you like heat, you try to focus on your noodles, but its impossible to ignore the weight of her stare, its not playful anymore, not smug, its slower now, heavier, like shes trying to undress you with her eyes and isnt in any rush to get to the end.

You shift on the couch, pretending to look for the remote, needing something to do with your hands “you always stare like that?” she doesnt even blink “only when i like what i see.” your breath catches in your throat.

theres a pause a beat too long, too quiet, then she leans back against the arm of the couch, her shirt riding a little higher, her smirk curling slow.

“your blushing.”

“im not.”

“you are.”

you glance at the empty cans on the table “your drunk.” she scoffs “ i played full games hungover on worse than this" tou raise a brow “should you be admitting that?” she shrugs “off the record.”

she takes another slow sip, her fingers tapping the can, the air between you charged and sticky, you feel flushed and out of place, tangled in the tension she wears like a second skin, shes looking at you like she already knows how this ends, and your terrified she might be right.

“you know whats funny?” she says after a while, eyes flicking down to your lips, you dont answer. your not sure you can "you pretend like you dont notice me, like im just some random roommate with a big mouth and a jersey.” you force a breath “i dont think your just anything.” she tilts her head “then what am I?” you meet her gaze, trying not to show how much your stomach twists, but you kept your mouth shut.

“i should sleep” you say, standing too fast, she watches you with slow eyes, tipping her head back lazily “sure, you do that.”

You walk toward the bedroom without another word, heart pounding in your chest, unsure if your escaping or just giving her more space to chase you.

when you slide into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, shutting your eyes shut.

[ladyoftheblades]

her heart his duty

gwayne hightower x reader

synopsis: gwayne did not oft travel to court but a visit to his sister was long overdue and young daeron was to join him as a ward at oldtown soon enough. yet when he arrived he found more interest in a young silver haired girl, the kings very own daughter, his sisters stepdaughter.

warnings: smut, dry humping, masturbation, vouyerism, corruption kink, religious guilt, agegap relationship, intoxication, unrealistic fainting, step incest (?)(uncle step niece)

a/n: i had to tweak some things bc gwayne was a little (a lot) ooc originally, thus i gave him religious guilt. also ive been reading laughter in the dark so i think it influenced me. ENGLISH IN NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE i am also dyslexic.

three moons it took to travel from oldtown to kings landing. three months of ridiculus talks and gossips from his supposed to be profesional fellow knights, subpar meals at inns and dingy taverns and horseback rides from dawn to dusk, gwayne had had enough. the gates of the red keep resembled those of the heavens.

his thighs were raw and scaffed from the saddle, his back drenched from the summer heat. the reception to their arrival was at the very least nice. his sister stood on the courtyard, looking the vision of a queen, though they had not grown up together he loved her with his whole heart. he knew the hardships she faced at court were nothing compared to his. a small gaggle of silver haired children were situated around her, two boys on one side, aegon and aemond he mused on the other an absent minded girl and a small boy clutching her skirts, helaena and little daeron. he had once mission: spend some time with the young prince, train him, make him feel comfortable enough to leave home with him and get out.

he dismounted and stood infront of his family. "welcome brother" said his sister. he took her hand into hers and kissed it. "sister, how youve grown" she gave him a warm smile. "allow me to introduce you, this is aegon"

the boy looked bored and his bloodshot eyes as hell as the purple stain in his tunicsleeve told him he was intoxicated as well. aegon only gave a small nod. his mother gave him a scornfull look but said nothing. "next to him is aemond"

"welcome uncle" "it is good to meet you my prince"

"this is my daughter, helaena" continued alicent. the girl gave a curtsy, he gave her a warm smile, she was the spitting image of her mother at this age. "and finally, this is little daeron" the boy only clutched his mothers skirts harder, hiding his face partially behind the dress. gwayne crouched down to be at eye level with his nephew.

"hello, young prince" his hand went to his pocket and pulled out a small hankerchief. he pulled the hankerchief appart to reveal a small wooden dragon. "this, i brough for you especially. it was given to me by mine own uncle, now i pass it to you"

the boy eyes lit up with curiosity, the toy an enticing offer, coaxing him out of his little hiding place. his hands left the fabric and reached out to get the toy, examining it with his hands, a smile tugging at his mouth. "what do we say, daeron ?" said his mother. "thank you uncle gwayne"

gwayne smilled and rose to his feet. "trot along now, i shall see ypu this eve for training, do you enjoy archery, young prince ?" he added. daeron nodded, eyes still trained on his b rand new toy. "very good then, i shall see you soon" and with that the siblings each went their respective way.

gwayne took a moment to study the courtyard, knights walked left and right, some stewards attended to their horses, further back toward the gardens sat a few ladies sat gossiping. as he studied the area, a curious figure caught his eye. a young girl, silver haired and wearing traditional targaryen red, stood behind a wall, her body was somewhat hidden, but her head poked out in curiosity, revealing long silver locks, traditional to the house targaryen. he studied her form from bottom to top, reaching her face. cute, he thought, when he searched to look at her eyes, he found them looking back at him. but they did not stay that way long for the second she realised her curiosity was returned, they widened and she diapeared behind the wall at once.

"is something the matter, brother ?" his sister said, noting his prolonged silence. he returned to his sister "has a silver cat in the shape of a lady made home at the keep or is perhaps another daughter you have hidden from me ?"

his sister gave him another smile "no brother, i believe you saw my step-daughter" gwaynes face twisted into one of confusion. "the princess rhaenyra ?"

"no brother, the younger. she is not half bad, nothing like her sister anyway, she is quite shy especially with strangers. you may not see her at all in the time you spend here." his expression softened, still curious but now moreso.... intrigued.

"come, let me show you to your rooms, you must be exhausted" alicent continued, interlocking her arms begining to pave their way to the guest chambers. they reared the wall behind which the princess had disapeared, excpecting to see her eunning along to avoid him but she was nowhere to be found. how could one diapear so swiftly ?

his chambers were plain, nothing like the ones at oldtown, he was not spoiled but being son and heir to one of the wealthiest houses of the realm grew him accustomed to a certain standard of luxury. they were also exceptionally dull. his training session with daeron had a while to come yet, and thus he decited to visit the so famed library of the red keep. he walked the halls and arrived to the room, excpecting it to empty,most of the lords and ladies preocupied with the official hightower visit.

he oppened the heavy mahogany doors, stepping in cautiously. the room was as excpected, quiet and empty. almost. in front of him, to the other side of the room, sat a small sette near the fireplace. that was no unordinarity, the odd thing, was the oppen book gracing the table, the small blancet hastily disgarded to the side of the armchair and the haphazardly thrown around pillows. clear signs someone was occupying the space. he only knew of one person who would vanish at the sight of a stranger.

he looked around the room, taking note of any further evidence to suggest human activity. and there it was, a hankerchief to the right of the sette. his gaze scanned the shelves nearby the misplaced cloth, and surely, he could make out a form two bookcases back. he smirked to himself, he would coax the girl out whether she liked it or not.

he took a cautious step forth, silently traversing the room, he walked to the sette and picked up the dicarded hancerchief. the figure had not moved from its hiding place. he walked further, amongst the bookcases, pretending to browse the books. when he got close to the form, it began to run, he gave chase, swiftly turning the corner, now faced with the back of the young maiden. "princess"

she stopped, body clearly tense, hands in tight fists next to her body. tenatively she turned around. he could now marvel at her beauty. truly marvel at her features. her face was flushed, red from embarassment, contrasting yet complimenting her mesmerising violet eyes and silver valyrian hair. she was truly, stunning, surely the most comely maiden he had lay eyes upon. "sir gwayne hightower, i do believe" she said, voice coming out close to a whisper, the nerves behind it unmasked to his ears.

"in the flesh..." he continued, eyes studying her form like a predator seizing up pray. "i do believe, you dropped this" he said, raising the hankerchief up to eye level. her hand moved slowly, twitching with nerves and ever so cautiously, to take it, but he pulled his hand back, tucking the piece of fabric in his pocket instead. "wh-why did you um.. i mean, what should you want with a silly hankerchief, ser ?" he gave her a smile mischievy lacing his expression, darkening his blue eyes.

"such an elusive lady you are, and such an intriguing one at that. i cannot give up the one thing tying us together, i should not like to see you run from me... again" she gave a breathy chuckle, uneasiness evident in both the sound and the way her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. "please, i do not wish to interrupt your studying, allow me keep you company" he extended his hand to hers again, she looked to it in fear, yet accepted it anyway. he raised it to his face, eyes never leaving hers, full of lust, and kissed it. her eyes were wide, violet brought out her embarasment, ckeeks somehow even more flushed. he tugged her forth, and moved to take her back to the settee. they walked and sat across eachother in silence.

he looked to the princess, who nervously sat and fiddled with her book, her eyes trained to it, trained to anywhere but him really, as if seeing him would lead to her doom. "what are you studying, my princess ?" she swallowed hard. "umm well, it is no interesting thing not really atleast-"

"anything that holds your attention is a worthwile read i would venture" she sucked in a hurried breath, her expression changing from complete fear, to fear still but now with a mix of excitement.

"oh, it is- it is written by a braavosi traveler, an account of his relationship with the lysenian lady allara"

"a love story then ?" he said, mischeivus smile returning, eyes reflecting a glint from the sun making her chest flush with emotion. "well, yes, a tragedy ore like to be honest "

"how so ?" "well thy were um seperated, by circumstances, you know as it happens usually,they were of different social standing and she was kept away most her life and h-had no real connection with the world so believed his promises of adventure to be void, eventually they were discovered but all was well in the end, as well as it could atleast and-"

she stopped speaking suddently, realising how she had rambled and looked up, meeting gwaynes eyes, excpecting to find disgust or boredom or even fury but none of that were present. he only looked to her in admiration, in intigue. still shame ran hot in her veins, the emotion almost tied to her name, "oh i- apologise, ser, i have incoherently rambled on" she apologised.

"no apology secessary my princess, i find your passion... quite amusing." she swallowed hard at his words, unacustomed to such attention, any attention from a stranger. "do you find yourself in the lady ?" continued gwayne.

"oh, well, i guess i do" she spoke in a single breath. "have you any romantic endeavors with braavosi travellers, my princess ? is this your confession ?" he teased. her eyes widened once again, shifting her position and shaking her head rapidly. "oh no, ofcourse not, how could i even find one such man in this castle"

he gave a saccharine smile, eating away at the princesses defences simultaniously firing up her shame. "do you feel deprived of adventure, then, as the princess in the story did ?" his hand on the table moved, slowly reaching hers. she failed to notice it, too focused on keeping her breathing elevated and not bursting in flame from shame. when his skin brushed against her knuckle she twitched, pulling her hand away, but it was too late. his hand moved swiftly, taking her delicate hand into his calous one, he could not help but notice just how smaller it was, his palm covering it in its entirety.

the contact sent waves of nerves through her body, but something about his warm toutch, something about his smooth movements, the way he caressed her knuckles along with his questions, the interest he showed to her oppinion, it stirred something in her. not just her chest, in her stomach... lower. the feeling was nice but its unfamiliarity alarmed her.

it was true, much like the lady in her book she had minimal contact with the outside world. most she had was the occasional trip on her dragon to her cousin laena and uncle daemon in pentos or the ones to dragonstone with her sister rhaenyra. if she was lucky and the queen was in good spirits, she would allow her to acompany her to the sept, where she caught shoert glimpses st the vibrant city of kings landing. but, as stated before, all of those were quite rare. most of the time she had to content herself with overhearing stories from viting lords, ever too shy to even approach them and ask questions.

"i should say... yes. i do not have many opportunities to exit the walls of the keep." he gave a hum, never taking his eyes off of hers. "should you like to ?"

she was still aprehensive of the man before her, but his words were so sweet. her head was a battlefield, shyness and intrigue kicking up a storm. "i should, yet i fail to see how it would be possible"

"perhaps...with the right company" he teased yet again. shyness, even caution of strangers failed to prevail in the face of promise of adventure. "do you fancy yourself the right company, ser gwayne ?"

he smiled, now genuine and true, showing his pearly teeth. "mayhaps we ought to find out, if you would have me" the air around them shifted, falling into a comfortable silence. they stared into eachothers eyes, blue into violet, sparks threatening to blaze into fire.

alas, their time had to come to an end. gwayne broke eye contact, looking to the window, the hour of his duty was drawing closse. he looked back to the princess, whose gaze had shifted to the book again. "earlier, in the courtyart, upon my arrival, i caught you looking at me"

she oppened her mouth to speak but no words came out, instead her lips formed a little 'o' shape, small breaths escaping. very kissable, he thought. "have i exposed your secret ? is secretly staring at people from a distance a habit of yours or something you reserved just for me ?" she did not move, neither did her mouth, a stone statue, the only semblance of life in her was the blush on her nose. he chuckled, what an intiguing girl he had infront of him. "tis alright, do not tell me, i should like to keep mine own belief, even in delusion"

he slowly rose from his seat, not removing his hand from hers but instead draging it along her arm, slowly, teasingly. through her palm, to her wrist, her sleeve, a snake of temptation, slithering and dragging ints sin, seeping into her skin in its wake. she tensed once again, the shocks from the contact causing her to revert to her demure demeanor. he positioned himself behind her, hand from her shoulder opting instead to play with her hair.

the way the silver of her locks caught the light of the afternoon sun left him mesmerised, the way her shoulders tensed and hunched forward, hurried trembling breaths audible to his ears even moreso. he leaned down, tucking her hair behind her ear and brought his lips to whisper "i shall see you soon, my princess. untill then, i have your little gift to keep me company"

his hot breath on her flesh sent shockwaves to her core, the promise of a randevouz exciting her so. what was this stranger doing to her ? she could not sit and enjoy the feeling of his body close to hers for long though, as he abruptly pulled back. leving the room, leaving her dumbfounded, sitting and staring still hot in her stomach.

training with daeron proved more enjoyable than he had excpected. the boy was witty once he had shaken off his fear, gwayne found himself growing fonder of the boy by the minute. when he was pulled away by his mother to be put to bed, he descited to acompany them, telling himself it was to make his mission succeed, but deep down he knew he wished to spend some more time with his nephew. before he was put to bed for the night, the little prince gave him a big hug which warmed his heart.

time with his nephew was a welcome distraction but the moment the boys chamberdoors closed his mind flew elsewere. the night drew close, soon twilight would be succeded by the dark of night, with it, the fould city of kings landing would come alive in all its debauchery. he wondered if he could approach the princess, if he could help her get a taste of adventure she so desired. the more he thought of her wide eyes the more antsy he grew to see them again. she was all innocence, asking of him to whisk her away, to show her the truth of the world, to corrupt her. he loved and hated it. those were no thoughts of a knight nor of a hightower.

he was a good man, faithfull, devout, the image of chivalry, his name a shining example to every knight in all the reach. many a lady had tried to tempt him, young girls no doubt urged by their ambitious fathers to join the house hightower, others rebelling against the chains of their duty, but he had alwasy shot them down, he knew better. he had had his fair share of indulgences as well, brothels were a booming buisness, even in oldtown after all. but he had the reigns of his desire, never going over board, always in mind of his faith. but this girl... this girl was something. she was young, innocent and the way he had treated her, like a plaything, teasing her in the library, it surprised even himself. he thought back t the words whispered by the lords of the reach, targaryens are closer to gods than men, and found them to ring true. his actions today were not in line with his faith, it made his stomach twist in shame, but he knew, he knew, if the princess asked, he would worship at the altar of her beauty, the seven be damned.

he thought if only he could see her again, if only. the way she had spoken about her books, with such passion, such longing, he wished for nothing but to take her in his arms and show her the world. alas he had no way to approach her. the young maiden was kept under lock-and-key, if the king or worse the princess rhaenyra were to learn of an attempt to tempt her it would surely mean his beheading.

he walked along the halls of maegors holdfast, fully intending to simply get back to his rooms, satisfy his craving for the princess in private and try to approach her again, like a gentleman, in light of the new day. but as he walked, he passed a certain family members chambers, his eldest nephew aegons. he knew some of the princes endeavours, the queens letters oft complaining of her inability to exscersise control over the boy. from oldtown, he though his sister might be reacting dramatically to a simple exertion of youth, this mornings meeting whith aegon told him his sisters words spoke the truth.

gwayne truly meant not to encourage such foul behaviour but... if anyone knew how to slip through the walls of the keep unoticed, it had to be the prince.

a knock sounded at the princesses chambers. given she had had no time to even remove her day clothes, she thought it to be her maids, arriving to prepare her for bed "come in"

the door opened, yet the face of the servant who stepped inside was unfamiliar to her. in his hands he held a silver tray, atop it a pece of paper along with a gray woolen fabric. the servaint said nothing, simply bringing the tray to her, and exiting with a bow.

curiosity killed the cat, she knew it well, the words of gwayne about her peering at him only this morning passing through her mind for a moment. but she was a curious alright, this occurance stirred up that emotion more than anything in her dull life had before. she took the letter upon her hands and oppened it.

to my silver haired cat, if the words you spoke to me ring true, take the path inscribed below at the hour of the eel, not a moment earlier not a moment later. make sure to wear my gift, it is not much but will prove usefull on our adventure. if not, i shall hold onto your hankerchief untill you change your mind. - ser gwayne

she began to kich her feet back and forth, mouth curling into a smile. he was asking a lot of her,sneaking out of the keep and he was, after all, a stranger. he was a man with no obligation to keep her safe, a man she knew naught about, except for the fact he found her intriguing. he found her interesting, he enjoyed her passion for adventure and was holding in his hand all she dreamed of, promising to grant it to her if only she should trust him. he would wait for her, today, tomorrow, so long as it took for her to be ready. how could she not answer his call ?

she swallowed down her nerves, doing her best to not let them trump her need for adventure. she took the cloak in her hands, it was large, large enough to hide her form and silver hair. the hour of the eel drew close, she had to make a descision. she looked to the paper again, a map was inscribled below gwaynes words. it was simple enough to follow, the opportunity was far too precious and too rare to pass up.

this morning she was a shy maiden, apprehensive and petrified at any sight of a stranger, closed off from the world. now, as she placed the cloak atop her shoulders, she remained a terrified maiden but who descited bravely, to open her heart to and interesting man, and seize the opportunity to realise her dream.

the air was cold as it hit gwaynes face, he was waiting at the back exit of the castle, a small arched door, hidden behind foliage and trees, known to lucky few. aegon had given him perfect instructions and a promise of mutual silence to eachothers endeavors. many of maegors passageways lead to the door, luckyly one such had acces to the princesses balcony, a stroke of luck or perhaps, a blessing from the gods.

he awaited the princesses arrival, the distance had lead him to grow impatient. he kept her hankerchief in his hand, playing around with the fabric, tracing her excellently embroidered monogram, hoping, wishing the anxiety in his guts, the guilt of his actions would be smoother over by her. despite the words of the letter, he knew, he would wait for her untill the hour of the wolf if that was what it took. he would wait for her as long as it took.

procuring commoner clothes for both himself and the princess was as humiliating as it was difficult. his skin protested the cheap fabric and his senses the design but it would do for now. he could not simply parade around flea botttom clad in armour after all.

he stood in wait and the more he waited the more anxious he grew. no, no he was not anxious, it was something else, something sinister. he was hungry. he was hungry to see the young princess, to show her what the real world entailed. gods, he could not wait to see her violet eyes fill with graditude upon him fullfiling her desires. it almost made him grow hard in his pants.

as he looked to the moon, mind wondering, he heard someone approach from behind. he turned his head around to be met with the sight he so longed to see. the princess emerged from behind the greenery, his gift draped around her shoulders, but the hood was down, leaving her locks, now in a simpler braided fashion, to catch the moonlight, giving their pretty color an even more exotic appearance. despite the poor appearance of the cloak drawing a sharp contrast to her well groomed royal face and hair, her beauty remained unchanged.

his eyes draged up and down her body, drinking in her appearance, his thoughts of longing turning now more primal. she shifted in her feet, ever so shy, ever so cute. "you came"

"you asked" she replied, eyes on the ground, feet kicking the grovel beneath her soles. "i am glad you did" he continued, taking a step to her, drinking in her ethereal appearance like a man starved. "even commoner clothes cannot stain your beauty, my princess" his hands made their way upward, taking the hood and raising it atop her crown, hiding her silver locks, much to his disapointment. her head remained low, eyes hiding from his. he took her chin with his fingers, and raise it to look her in the eyes. she was trembling like a leaf, despite her fear, her gaze remained firmly onto his, she wanted to trust him, it was her nature which kept her from doing so. he would give his soul to break down her inhibitions.

"do not take the hood off, ever. we do not want reports of a princess sighting in the city to reach the keep now, do we ?" he whispered. she gave a small shake of her head, untrusting of her voice, afraid it would betray her fear. "good" he chuckled, grabing her hand and turning around, guiding her to follow him.

"adventure awaits" if he had turned around he would see the smile atop her lips.

the arched door opened to reveal a grovel path, around the outer walls of the keep. on one side the imposing castle walls kept her trapped outside, on the other rough rock cliffs lead to wild waves below. talk about being between a rock and a hard place. the prospect of her eminent death by drowning petrified her, fear lacing her feet, draging her back, firmly rooting in the ground almost forcing her to yield and freeze in place. but gwaynes reassuring hold on her hand did not let her fall. neither to the pits of fear or to her doom. he took cautious but determined steps, her own feet automatically copying them, quickly leading her around the scary path and onto a road in the outskirts of the city. an real road, paved with more than gravel, set with actual stone. a heavy breath escaped her nose, fear melting now into the steady ground bellow, releasing her from its shackles.

gwayne looked back at her and brought his hand forward, draging her along with it. he recognised the relief painted on her features, glad to see her calmed down. "that was the most difficult part, it is much smoother sailing from now on. come, we have much to see."

he walked with her along the streets, the closer they got to rhaenys hill, the busier the streets got. she marveled at all the sorts of different people in a messy harmony. merchants and bakers and men of all trades walked along the paths, some of them held in their hands leftover product from the day, selling it now at a downmark. other men were dressed in rich clothes, graced with gold and silver jewlery with women of the night flocking around them, figures doused in shadows stalking further back, no doubt awaiting a chance to strike and rob them.

occasionally she could spot gold cloaks on their patrols, but gwayne ensured she was not spotted by any of them. his hand never once left hers. his eyes caught glipses of her face, hidden by the hood, the amazement in her eyes swelled his heart with pride and pants with heat. they walked in silence, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city. by now they were well on their way to the street of the sister.

in front of him, he spotted a baker, selling several pastries and breads at half price. he approached the man, dragging the young princess with him. she was far too preoccupied staring, gawking moreso, at a band of young men engaged in some sort of game, running up and down the street.

he removed his hand from hers to reach his coin purse. the loss of contact broke her trance, with no warning, she was brought back to reality. to the scary reality. she had lost in a split second her pillar of support, now extremely aware of the world around her. dogs were heard barking viciously in the distance, heavy yelling voices once drowned in the melody of the city now came to the forefront scaring her to her core. the young mens game she had admired a moment past was not but a scary unpredictability, their sudden movements threatening in her head to harm her, gwayne quickly paid the man in exchange of some tart but when he turned around to look at the princess, he realised his mistake.

she looked to him petrified, chest heaving with heavy breaths, hand frozen in place where he had left it, the other on her chest, attempting to regulate her braths. his hand flew to hold her, instead of taking her hand, he took her waist, pressing her body onto his in reasuurance. eyes searched her face, needing to take caution of any change in demeanor. "hey, hey darling, nothing happened, nothing will happen. tis alright i got you"

her breaths still came to her in heavy inhales. the urge to vomit started building up in the bottom of her stomach, vision drawing hazy. gwaynes toutch on her waist was a source of comfort. the support from her knight returned, now in a new form, he was toutching her suggestively, in public no less but without shame, she had half a mind to quit her fainting of fear and swoon from the contact. yet his toutch was anything but unwelcome, anything but a scandal, it was of true chivalry, the hand on her waist along with his sweet words pulling her from the fit of agoraphobia that overtook her.

slowly but surely she regained her composure, focusing on gwayne and gwayne alone instead of the heaps of people circling them. her breaths calmed, coming in rythm of his composed ones. her eyes evidently relaxed, her hyper focused gaze yielding to a relaxed one, searching around his clothing. he smiled "there she is. you scared me half to death my dear" he looked around, searching for a safe place to take her, help her regain her strength.

it just so happened the closest to them establishment, was one of the most famed brothels of the street of silk. oh well, what can you do, he thought. "can you walk, my dear ?" he spoke in a whisper. she gave him a weak nod, and attempted to free herself, to walk independently of his support but failed, slightly stumbling backwards, straight into his arms.

"here, eat this, gain some strength" she pursed her mouth in a tight line and shook her head no. he sighed, the princesses silly attempt a testament to her naivety. "yes, come on, it is for your own good. and do not attempt to stray from me. you are a princess and in need of my aid my dear, it is no shameful thing"

finally she complied, puting it away in one go, some color returning to her face. gwayne sighed once again, this time in relief, his grip on her waist became posssesive for a moment, caging her in, and then, with no warning, he placed a kiss atop her forehead. "come, let us get you comfortable"

she had no time to process such an intimate action as she was taken, gently, along the road, tracing a path to a large purple door. she took note of the dim lanterns encased in shades of pinks and purples, along with the decorum above the door and attempted to deduce what the building was for, a sort of arthouse, a gallery ? it was clearly a sensual place, perhaps a patron of the arts from the free cities, much like the ones who visited the palace, took it up as a project.

gwayne knocked on the door, a woman oppened, clad in a sheer pink fabric, sintched at the waist and embelished with a beaded belt. she could see.... everything, the cut of the dress left little to the imagination, the fabric revealing the rest.

the princess attempted to take a step back, blocked by her protectors hand on her waist. this was not a place of the arts... it was a brothel. her breath hitched at her throat, chest filling with shame. she knew little of how the marital act was done, only aware of bits and piesces accidentally sliped out from rhaenyra. she had attempted to get her hands on books which included details of such an act, only to find out the queen had banned all such books from being kept at the keep. to say she was curious was an understatement. yet despite her need for answers, she did not fancy herself capable of handling such an adventure today. alas she had no other option.

the woman seized up gwayne, clearly noting his pouch heavy with coin, smirking when she took note of his handsome face. then... her gaze fell on her. the whores expression soured, with something the princess could not quite understand. white hot shame overtook her body, one free hand flying to her cloak, puuling down the hood to conceal her face. she had hoped the rest of the workers looks did not leave her so ashamed should they step inside.

the woman did not speak, she only looked to gwaynes eyes again, and stepped inside, urging them in. gwaye gave her a slight nudge, ushering her inside all the same.

immedietly upon entring she was hit with the smell of sweat and exotic spice. another woman, older in age than the one at the entrance and clad in more apropriate clothing, approached gwayne, exchanging words she paid no mind to. women and men lounged all around, in various states of undress, in various poses and on differing furniture. there were women with flagons of wine, filling, overfilling every cup with ruby wine.

gwayne pulled her forward, following the older woman, deeper inside the establishment. the further they venture the more debauched and lewd the acts became. she caught glimpses of it, women lying on to of men, repeating a furious up and down motion, some women were on all fours patrons of the establishment positioned behind them. in one room she even caught a glimpse of two women kissing for the viewing pleasure of a man.

the sights left her speechless, shame spreading through her limbs like an explosion but it also sent a wave of uneasiness between her legs. she attempted to drink in the details of the scenes infront of her, but was unable as gwayne dragged her huriedly along. soon they reached yet another door. gwayne handed some coins to the woman, who smiled slyly and disappeared behind a myrish screen. gwayne oppened the door and all but threw her inside.

she stumbled across the stone floors as he closed the door behind them, the room was... something. nice was no word to describe it, far below the standard she had known. the floor was of pure stone, with soft fur carpeting under the bed and bear the hearth, she did not need to wonder what that was for. in the middle of the room stood a large bed, adorned with an assortment of fabrics and furs and pillows. behind it, on the wall hung a tapestry. she began to study it, the scene quite the scandal, two women with bodies intertwined and kissing, another fantasy of the patrons it must be.

gwayne took note of the silence and her wondering eyes, a smirk growing on his face. "not up to standard ?"

"no... i guess, i dont- wh-why did.... why did you bring me here ?"

his smile persevered, stepping closer to her. "oh, do not be scandalised my darling, i only wanted you to be in... a safe enviroment. here we can be away from prying eyes, and the noise of the people, a while, atleast. i believed you to need it"

"well, i-i guess, i- it was awfully crowded wasnt it ?" he exhaled through his nose, his hand flying to place a strand of hair behind her ear. her eyes trembled, focusing on anything, any other thing but his face. "it was, sweet girl" he moved his hands, undoing the pin that held her cloak together. the fabric falling from her shoulders, he took it in his arms and threw it to the side. he could now admire her gown in its entirety.

it was blue in color, deep like the sea, with the symbol of her house embroidered in black thread on her bodice. the cut of the dress was of much interest to him, it was embelished in intricate white lace and in the shape of a 'v' dipping bellow her colarbone, exposing her breasts. her neck was bare of any jewlery, having ommited it in preparation of the trip in the city. her hair was held back, in a braided crown but some strands still fell loose around her shoulders and colarbone. her hair were his favourite feature of hers, their color their silky feel when he ran he hands through them.. he could only imagine what it was like to tug on them.

but he could wait for that. he pulled his hand away and sat at the pillows sprawled around the hearth, placing her cloak to the side, focusing his motions instead to invite the princess to sit next to him. she took the invite, slowly plopping herself, not next to him but across. ouch, he had thought she was more comfortable with him by now, no matter, he simply had to try more. she placed her knees in frot of her and hugged them in a protective matter, her head placed atop.

" are you feeling better ?" he said, readjusting his possition to lie down further. "yes much better, uh thank you ser" "please, we are far past pleasantries my dear. i whisked you away from home and all but carried you in my arms, call me by my name"

"okay, gwayne... ser." gwayne began to laugh, hand over his heart, eyes closing from the wideness of his smile. his whole body rattled with laughter, it was the most genuine the princess had seen him. heat rose up to her cheeks from her mistake, head falling to hide her face betwix her knees. gwayne, among his fit, took notice of the princesses new position, his heart swelling with warmth at the girls shame. what good does shame do to a goddess on earth ?

"oh, my darling, do not fret, i find your attitude... endearing. you will come around to me, eventually i know it." her eyes peeked out from her knees, shining with the firelight, brows raised as if begging for his words to be true. before he could speak to ressure her, a knock sounded at the door. her brows twisted, sending gwayne a quizical look.

"enter" he shouted. and thus the door oppened, a worker stepped inside, carrying in her hands a tray of two cups and a flagon. she was dressed qeerly, moreso than the girl at the door, a dress held at her hips by a metal belt, the top of it all but fallen off, exposing the entirety of her chest deep down into her navel dark skin glistening in the light, around her waist a series of strung together beads. her hair was loose, fashioned in tiny braids, much unlike her own, and cascading down her back, jet black in color, almost that of the night sky. she was truly beautifull, she thought.

her eyes were full of curiosity and completely trained on the woman. she walked inside the rooms to where they were seated, placing the tray between them. her movements were deliberate, sensual in nature, practiced. she made an effort as she lowered herself, to show off her breasts to gwayne. he smiled at the woman briefly but his eyes did not waver with her little show off. the woman, finally, turned to look at the priness, noticing her amazed, innocent gaze and sent her a wink. the princess went red at the face, hiding once again.

gwayne chuckled for yet another time, this was the most entertainment he had had in a while. he took the flagon and poured them both a cup. "you do know... drinking from such a position will prove difficult, though i would be lying if i said i was not curious to see it..."

she chuckled lightly, the sound rattling her shoulders, and let her legs fall down. they fell in front of her, outstretched, her back still somewhat hunched, hands playing with the carpeting. she looked like a doll, ready to be takena and played with, gwayne thought. he had to stop he knew it well, a princess of the realm was no doll, no thing for him to gaze upon so lustfully, but he could not help himself. "y-yeah i quess" she lifted her head and gave him a small glance, smiling as she did so, and took her respective cup. she sipped at the wine cautiously, small little gulps going down her throat.

yet another movement of hers he found utterly endearing. he took his own cup downing half of it in one go "go ahead, drink, it will do you good" he urged. she heeded his instruction, finishing her entire cup in one go. unused to drinking, especially at such a fast pace and on an empty stoamach, she began to feel the wine hit her head with a small wave, it was strong, nothing like that of the palace. gwayne laughed and poured her another cup. "well, you seem to surprise me at every turn, like a cat. a very tempestious cat"

"i- im sorry" "why now are you apologising sweet girl ?" she gave him a smile, looking to his eyes now, nerves steeled by the alcohol. she took her cup again and began to drink. slowly this time. "well i, i- dont know... maybe i did something wrong or.. or you, you feel i am odd or you know-"

"i find your oddness fascinating, if it please" she gave him a full smile, teeth showing and all. they remained that way a while, their silence leaving the room barren, penetrable by the outside sounds. all sorts of moans and grunts, in all levels of theatrics. they sat and listened a while untill a chortle ran through the princesses body at a particularly high pitched sound. she looked to gwayne with wide eyes, afraid she had done a wrong thing again. but gwayne did not seem repulsed by her in the slightest only replying with a chuckle of his own. soon, the room errupted into laughter, a melody of joy, strange innocence filling the room created to facilitate debauchery.

among their laughs, the princess afflicted clearly by the wine managed to chocke out "wh- what could posses one to create such a sound ?"

gwayne among his own laughter, took pause, still smiling but now his eyes shined with something else, something dark. even the pure crystal of their color could not absolve them of such sinister look. gwayne felt his insides stir with lust, he was leading the princess down a road he knew he should not. he had taken her from her home, showed her the crazed streets of the city, caused her to almost faint and now had lead her into the last place she ought to be in.

but then again, she was no child, she was a young woman, she would have to learn of these things soon... all he was doing really was teatching her, yes, that was it. he did no wrong, he had not toutched her, not forced upon her anything, he was simply exposing her to a different world, he was fulfilling her dream, he was no bad influence, he was a teatcher he rationalized. "well, they are paid to act as if they enjoy it..."

she chocked on her drink, some of it dripping down her chin, even to her colarbone and chest. gwayne looked at the sight, and if she had been able to look at him, she would note of the lust gracing his features. she attempted to clean herself, but only managing to soil her sleeve. understanding the uneasiness of the moment between them she felt needed to do something to remedy it "w-well, i would not know"

she looked down to the floor, body frozen, afraid of what gwaynes response would be. it was, after all, improper conversation. "i did not expect you to, my dear. the ladies of the realm are left with no education on such matters, left to believe the act to be but the prerequisite of creating offspring"

she raised her head, alcohol coursing through her veins washing away the bashfullness of her personality, "but it can be good, no ?" it was gwaynes turn to be shocked, to chocke over his own spit. he cleared his throat and swallowed hard, as if that would aleviate the guilt he felt. he was corrupting her... the evidence began to show, this new side of the princess something most definetly brought about by his and their adventures. but then again, she had a right to know. she had a right to know what the marrital act entailed, she would be married soon enough. he could feel the image of the mother chastising him, his faith a forever alarm in the back of his head, an unnerving lighthouse in the sea of his mind.

but the light grew dimmer and dimmer, replaced by the rose colored visage of the princess, her violet eyes looking to his for answers, her knight, her companion, her teatcher. how could he dissapoint. "well... yes, ofcourse it can. there are many aspects to carnal pleasure, many of the in servitude to women, though they are neglected in the royal beds. women can draw as much pleasure as the man"

his hand went to her extended leg, brushing his thumb along her ankle. what washe doing ? he should get out of there, take her in his arms and take her where nothing could taint her. his heart wished to protect her virtue, but a larger part, a truer part perhaps, longed to be the one to soil her so. "i should like to know" she spoke. gwaynes hand on her ankle tensed, squeezing her extremity slightly. there was no place for the seven in a place like this, this was a house of sin. but knoledge, is ever present, even in the darkest of acts, even in war and death there is something to be learned. this was but another part of life she ought to lear, he justified to himself.

he sent her a look, another squeeze to her ankle, a quizical one this time, asking "are you sure ?". she nodded.

gwayne had half a mind to take her in his arms and show her firsthand all she needed to learn. but he held back, raising himself to stand instead. he extended his hand in front of her face, asking her to take it, though he knew already she would. she looked up at him, innocent eyes through lashes, if only she knew the effect she had on him, and accepted the invitation. he pulled her from her position, a laugh escaping her, only to bring her flush against his front and urge her forth.

they exited the room and began to wonder the hallways, hands entwined, giggling. they must have looked like children frolicking through fields, a vision opposite to their enviroment. sounds of coupling echoed through the walls of the establishment, they passed through several doors and rooms, gwayne looking briefly inside of every single one, browsing. eventually they stopped, having reached a certain chamber, quite unlike the rest. the door was wise open leaving the inside available to spectators, they were much richer in furnishings than the chambers they had resided in, clearly, the client was of exceptional wealth.

"here, take a look" whispered gwayne, bringing her forward to look at the couple, pressing himself to her back all the same.

the scene was... debauching, bewitching, scandalising. in the middle of the room lay a circular bed, on top of it a couple, a man surprisingly young for a client here, and a woman equally as beautifull. the man sat in the middle of it, she on top of him. her hips moved in sensual motions, practiced by the years of her work, each movement of hers must have worked wonders for they elicited loud moans and grunts from the man, the melodious sound mixing with mewls of her own and the sounds of their hips.

the princess was enamoured by the sight infront of her. she felt an ache to her stomach, throbing in her insides, unfamiliar feeling with an unknown solution. she was mesmerised both by her bodys reaction and the scene in front of her, so much so she failed to take notice of gwayne behind her, pulling her in his embrace like a serpent, slithering hands around her waist, head going to whisper in her ear. "enjoying the lesson ?"

feeling his breath, his sweet words in her ear, it startled her, body working on its own, attempting to escape the knights trap. but his hold on her did not relent, his arms working on their own, trapping her further in his hold. "are you uncomfortable ? or simply shy ?". his hand on her stomach began to move, feathelight, back and forth, up and down, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

"you see my dear, it is not so bad... it is not bad at all. everything is part of human nature, so is this even if the gods deem it private. you neednt feel uncomfortable.." his hand moved further up, possesed, on its own accord, before either of them could realis ewhat they were doing, she felt his hand onto her breast. the tension in her body could take no longer, mouth releasing a loud yelp. the sound came quite louder than she had excpected, grabbing the attention of some of the ladies and patrons near them. immedietly, whispers could be heard, even above the lustfull sound of the brothel, "is that a princess ?" one such whisper reached the ears of gwayne. immedietly he pulled the girl along, before she had time to question him.they began running through the brothel, back to their room.

once again gwayne threw her inside with haste, this time, the ferocity with which his movements guded her, lead the princess to loose her footing and almost land bottom-first onto the floor. almost. she felt strong hands around her waist. once again, gwayne her knight had come to her rescue, the gesture filled her heart to the brim with affection. as his clear blue eyes gazed upon hers with concern, she looked to their vastness, the world stopping for a moment, for that moment, gwayne was her everything and she was his.

it was no time for such emotions however, they both knew, carefull adn a bit akward, she gained her footing, gwaynes hands leaving her, his own body moving to grab her previously discarded cloak from the floor. he took it and placed it on her shoulders, the motion so tender it was more reminiscent of a wedding ceremony.

she would be the death of him gwayne thought, no god could wash away the sins he had commited to her virtue that night, despite it all he knew he would not repent, she would be the death of him, he thought. she his death and his own desire his damnation. "we must make haste if we wish to go unnoticed" gwayne spoke in concern but only playfulness comuted to the young girls mind.

he took her arm, carefull this time to be gentle, and began to once again navigate her through the brothel. whores and patrons alike noticed the swiftness with which they exited but, far too preocupied with catching a glimpse of the targaryen princess in their midsts, paid no mind. they exited the brothel onto the streets once again. gwayne paved a path for them, different from the last one. this time they took the narrow strainous path of the hook.

the princess grew tired of the fast pace but time left little window for rest. noticing her reluctance, gwayne wasted no time, taking her in his arms, like abride on her way to the bedding ceremony, to carry the rest of the way.

there, in the arms of gwayne hightower, she felt a strange peace. she gazed upon the streets of the city, aware it might well be the vary last time she could so freely traverse them. yet, she found herself unable to focus on the experience, the arms around her so sturdy, a worthy distraction. the audible heartbeat of her knight only the crowning jewel of the experience.

eventually, they reached the tall walls surrounding the red keep, at a blindspot to the guard. much to her dismay, gwayne put her down, holding her waist untill she stabilised.

"there is another hidden door here, leading to the kitchens. it is a forgotten servants passage. i believe you can take yourself to your rooms from there ?" she nodded. "good. i shall take a different path, lower the risk of being noticed, nothing to concern yourself with"

she was not ready for their time together to be ended. she longed to spend more time with gwayne, his name to her synonymous with fun. his eyes looked down to hers, locked in time, both of them unknowing what the correct words to say were. the longer he stared at her the more her body filled with heat, the blue of his eyes, the various memories of his hands on her filling her core with that same sensation the show at the brothel brought about. only this time... it was far more intesnse.

she opened her mouth to speak only to be cut off, not by words of his own, but his movement, hand flying to her face, sowly dropping the hood of her cloak so he may marvel at the moonlight in her hair one last time. confident now, his hand found purchase on her ckeeck.

if she was not hot from the strange feeling in her core, his toutch would surely burn her. "my stay at the city will not be long... i only hope to have fulfilled your hearts desire. i know you have gifted me with a night i will tresure forever. are you satisfyed, my darling ?" his thumb dug slightly into her cheek to emphasise his words. she nodded. "use your words my darling, do not withhold your beautifull voice from me"

"yes" she said, voice dripping with desperation. he smiled and removed his hand from her cheek. the loss of heat threatened to send a frown to her face. but she had to brave, for gwayne. instead, his hand reached into his pocket, pulling out nothing else but her hankerchief. "i do believe this is yours"

she looked to the piece of fabric, and considered for a second. "keep it" she said. gwaynes eyebrows shot up in surpruse, his mouth a playfull smile. "i shall treasure it for the rest of my days, my princess"

she felt a strange pull to gwayne, something in her mind, no, not her mind, this was no logical or sensical thought, the heart surely had juristiction over it, or rather, the feeling in her stomach, it told her to kiss him. to give herself to him fully, to repeat the things she had learned in the brothel.

before her body could give in though, footsteps were heard, no wonder the keeps guard. gwayne said nothing, only hurrying her inside the hidden brick door and diapearing. she stood there, in the dark of the basement and stared at the closed door. even when outside the footsteps came to pass, she made no movement. there were things unsaid, things yet to be done between her and gwaye. but they had to remain uncovered, she knew, in her mind the same as her heart.

gwayne tried to sleep. gods he so wanted to sleep. maybe in the unknown land of darkness he would find the one who he so longed to see, maybe then he would be able to do the things he wanted, to say what he thought, bare of shame and guilt. he reached to his 'commoner' pants, the ones he wore on their excursion, shuffling around the fabric, to pull out what he wanted. the princesses hancerchief, the one she had so graciously gifted him. it still held some of her scent.

it was to be a long night and the painfull erection in his undergarments tastament to just that. if he was to get through it he needed a distraction...

the morning light filtered through his window, disturbing his sleep which had not come easy, orgasming into the night untill he knocked himself out from exhaustion. he could still feel the soreness in his legs. one day at kings landing and already he had turned to a sinner. but it was not kings landing at fault, it was the princess.

he slowly rose, placing feet on cold hard ground. the itinary of today dictated breaking fast with his sister and her family, attending to some buisness at court his father insisted upon, training with daeron yet again and in the afternoon, more politics with his father and the king. no time was allocated to himself, no time to maybe try and seek out the princess. there was a small chance of her presance at either the breakfast, or sneaking around in the yard, the sole thing keeping him motivated.

and yet he went on and on with his day with no appearance from her. no lithe form sneaking around walls and bushes to catch a glimpse of, no presance at breaking fast, nothing. he settled back into his rooms defeated. he had gone thought the motions of his nightly routine as if possesed. and when he finally settled into his bed, he felt a pang of rejection. he sat and shimered in the feeling, second guessing his actions of the night before, replaying all the things he could have done differently. when-

his door sounded open and closed, the creaking of the wood at the hinges unmistakable to be anything else. he got up suddently, affraid of there being some threat to his person he had to face. he turned his head around, excpecting the worst, only to see the face he had been excpecting all day.

the princess stood there, clad in only a white nightgown, hair loose and tussling though her shoulders all the way down her back, in her hands a small candle, casting shadows on her face rendering her excpression unreadable.

gwayne knew not whst to say, the gods delivered to him the gratest gift of all. she was here, with him, out of her own volition, he almost could not handle it. he had to take this in stride, one wrong move could send her bolting. and thus he sat there, ever still, trying to hold back his urge to lunge at her and the annoying presence between his legs.

even whith the minimal light, he could see the way her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. "i-" she began, the rest of the words melting from her tongue. gwayne chuckled, ever amused by the princesses demeanor. "my princess do yo-"

"shut up" she cut him off. gwaybe would be shocked if he was not so amused. the princesses hand fidled with the fabric of her gown, a beat passed adn she stepped forward, steps full of nervous determination. she walked all the way to his side on the bed.

now he could see her clearly, the red of her cheeks, the purse of her mouth, the pink details of her dress so delicately wrapping her form. he still held back, fighting to not reach his hands and toutch her, make sure she was real and not a manifestation of his deepest desires. cautiously, slowly, she placed her candle atop the nightstand. "i wanted to... um... i wh-"

his hand acted on instinct, finding her hip. she looked down on his hand, exhaling. "can i- i- i should sit down right, yes" and she did just that. he repositioned himself to give her space, hand on her hip subtly guiding her movements. "i wanted to... see you i... mised you"

his hand began to move up and down on her body, making her grow tesnser. "i missed you too. never did i think i would, want lingering eyes from the shadows" "well um.. yes, i meant maybe... in a different way"

gwaynes eyes gleamed with hope, dangerous waters the princess was treading but who was he to say no ? "what is it, sweet girl ? you can tell me"

"i have this... feeling in... my stomach i just, i want... you, i just, i cant describe it" gwayne took no time to move, placing both his hands on her hips, knowing where this conversation was going, savouring the princess basically serving herself to him on a golden platter. "do you want to toutch me sweet girl ? is that it ?"

"yes. i want... i dont know, ive been thinking... you know about umm... about the things... we saw, at the brothel" his hand moved, from her thigh to her hand, she did not pull back, allowing him instead to take it, playing with her fingers, calous skin on soft one. "what have you been thinking about ?" "i... thought about... y-you and and me in... their place"

gwayne could feel his cock almost throbing in pain. she would be the death of him. his hand on hers moved, on her back, bringing her closer to him. she grew tense, her free hand still fidling with her skirts. his other hand moved to her face, cupping her cheeck, raising her head to look at him. her eyes looking up at him, her form couped up under him, he swore he was in the heavens.

still, he could gauge the princesses nerves, tense body and trembling hands, and as much amusement as he found in this little game, she remained a flight risk as well as a fainting risk, if he were to take her right away, surely she would vanish. and so, he remained quiet, unlt silently reassuring the princess with his thumb on her face. "i just umm... theres this feeling in my stomach and... it makes me want to do these, things, i- i have been thinking about this, been fantascising"

his hand on her face left, slowly dragging downwards, onto her stomach, just a little bit above her core. "this feeling, here, is it?"

she nodded furiously. she did not know what was happening to her, to her body, she only knew gwayne was causing it and soely he could fix it. gwayne her knight, her confidante, her cause and key. "show me then, sweet girl, how would you do it ?"

her head craned to look at him, confusion lacing her features, mouth open, ready to speak. he stopped her with a kiss. he kissed her, finally. all he had hoped ofr, wanted, longed to do these past couple of days, realised with such a simple movement. to his surpsride and delight she did not pull back, not only, she pressed herself further into him, her hands on his thighs, finding purchase not of nervousness but need. she needed him, she needed the support of her knight.

the princess felt as though she would implode if he did not toutch her, damned shame preventing her from unashamedly speaking her mind. times like these she wished to be like her sister, take what she wanted with no concern of consequences. just as she thought she could take no more, he kissed her. his lips were soft, so soft, a perfect contrast to the rough hands on her back and stomach. her head filled with desire, with need, she belived she would faint again, faint if he would be taken from her. her need gave no space for shame anymore, the longer his lips remained on hers the more shame drained from her body, leaving her only in desperation. he hands flew to his thighs a silent prayer for more.

he pulled away, much to her dismay. his body twisted, reaching the empty space on the other side of the bed, bringing to her a pillow. he knew he could not grant her what she sought, gods forgive, he had done damage enough, soiling the mind of such an innocent creature but he could not dissapoint her either. his mind spoke of guilt but his heart knew, this was but a carnal expression of his devotion, how could such a thing be sinfull ?

he could have his cake and eat it too, please the princess and protect the sambles of purity she still had. it was his duty, as her teatcher and knight, to guide her through the worlds of both duty and adventure. "do you ever... pleasure yourslef, princess ?" she shook her head no. "tis alright, cmon i shall show you" he placed the pillow in her lap.

confusion was not a strong enough word to describe the princessed feeling to gwaynes actions. still, she trusted him with her life, he had proven his devotion, truly, all he needed do is ask and she would jump into the depths of the sea for him. the hand on her back guided her forward, urged het to... sit on the pillow in her lap. ever so trusting, she followed his guidance. slowly, cautiously but unashamedly, she stradled the pillow. the new position reminiscent of the one the worker had on the brothel, now she understood.

"y-you want me to.. do onto the pillow, as i would onto you ?" gwayne smiled, "yes, sweet girl.i want you to use the pillow to take your pleasure, to be selfish. can you do that, for me ?" she nodded. her hands moved from gwaynes thighs to grip the pillow. the shame she had felt earlier but a faint memory, the only thing she could think of was pleasing him. she began to roch her hips, back and forth.

her core was bare on the fabric, leading her to feel every sensation, every rub, everything. she could feel tension on her insides, moving her hips back, pearl bare on the fabric, a completely new sensation. she did not know what exactly was happening, she knew not why this particular spot on her core sent shocks through her body, she only knew it aided in alevieting the tension to her stomach. she pushed her body harder onto the pillow, chasing her pleasure.

she became so consumed with discovering her own body, she neglected to notice gwaynes motions. she craned her head to the side to look at him, to find the reassurance, the praise she needed. she looked to the side and found gwayne, with his cock free, one of his hands caressing up and down, in tandem with the movements of her hips. she gasped at the sight.

gwayne looked at her, alerted by the sinful sound. the princess had shifted her position, hands to the back of the pillow, holding it in place to match her thrusts. her face was twisted in pure acstasy, head fallen back, hair tusslibg down her back, exposing her neck. gwaynes free hand flew to her face once again, pulling it onot his, kissing her.

this time it was different. their previous kiss was sweet, chaste and very brief. it was but a way for him to shut her up after all. this time it was opposite, his lips attacked hers, passion and need pouring from every one of his movements. a particularly pleasurable drag of her hips sent a gasp to her mouth, an opportunity for gwayne to intrude her mouth with his tongue.

the more they kissed the more debauched she became, the previous tension in her stomach replaced with a new one, a ball of pressure building in her loins with every movement. the more they kissed the more she understood what to do with her mouth, tongue mimicking the motions of gwayne, leading him to leave a low groan. he pulled away whispering "you will be the death of me".

by now the tension was almost unbearable, her thighs began to shake involuntarily, it was strange, far too strange and far too much, but she wanted not to disapoint "gwayne i-"

"shhh, i know sweet girl, its ok, keep going" and she did just that. her movements got sloppier, thighs by this point tired, exhaustion fighting a battle with her need to please. she let out a particularly pathetic mewl "gwayne, gwayne please, what"

"i know, i know. let go, its ok.." he replied, placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, sweet and chaste, the antithesis of what his words had urged. the princess heeded his instruction, letting go. a sweet sensation took over her body, pleasure errupting in her stomach, through her veins, consuming every single of her limbs. she could hardly control her bdoy, movements halting, brows knitting together, moans escaping her mouth freely, almost as loud as the ones in the brothel.

gwaynes mouth found hers once again, mufflig her moans somewhat. his hand abandoned his cock, im favour of taking the princess in his arms. she was trmbling slightly still, the moment she felt his skin on hers crubling in his embrace. with care, he repositioned her to lay down on the bed, now so pliable in his hands, the nervous jittering girls present just minutes ago gone. he himslef moved, laying on top of her, staring at her face.

he could writte ballads to her beauty, entire novels to the way her forhead creased. her hair tussled around her head like a halo, white reflecting the light of the moon through the window and the candle of the bedstand in a dance of shadow and shimmer. his hands moved to her hair, playing with it, tangling in the waves of silver. slowly, so slowly, he dragged then down, brushing hair them from her exposed collarbone, lowering to her breasts, cupping them, sending a jolt through the princesses body and a whine through her mouth.

"you did such a good job my sweet." he continued, lowering his face to press featherlight kissed to her neck "there is so much i could show you... so much more i could teatch you." his words were sealed with a squeeze of her breasts eliciting yet another moan from the princess. "alas... i cannot, you know we cannot"

"but why ?" her questin came as a desperate whine. gwayne bfelt a pang of guilt in his chest, he had oppened a box of doom, one he could not seal. his desire ran a hot stream though his veing urging him to abandon his gods and worship her in their stead. but his divine calling, be it the princess or the seven, was to exist in tandem with the laws of men, and they allowed no such behaviours.

he took her legs, manhandling them across his lap, her body worming its was to his embrace. one hand rubbing smooth circles on her ankles, the other took her head, hiding it in the crook of his neck. he shushed her little whines, holding back with every morcel of his sanity. " i know sweet girl... but it would not be right to do what you ask of me. i cannot make speeches of duty, the gods only know i abandoned such a notion the second i lay my eyes upon you. you have come and turned all i knew upside down. i have not done right by you, not in the eyes of the law, not in the eyes of the seven. but, we ,ay yet salvadge our situation, yes ?"

her head made a move to look at him, perhaps to speak her mind but he prevented that, hold firm on her form. "do not worry yourself with such matters, yes ? sleep, my sweet girl and i shall take care of it"

her mind was still heavy with thoughts but alas, physical and mentall exersion would not allow for her to be arguementative at this time. she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, secure and unashamed in the hold of her knight.

gwayne could hear her breathing even out, steady inhales and exhales a song to his ears. he however, could not so easily forget his worries. the situatuin they found themselves in, or rather, the situation gwayne had put them in, was indeed precarious. if their excursion or worse their nightly endeavors were to be discovered it would end her reputation and his life. but there was a way out. he could, have her. he would have her.

and as the night progressed, sky coming full of stars, he decited, then and there, his purpose was her, her safety his duty and her hapiness wis reward. she would be his life or signal his doom, in either case, as long as she was his, he would be glad to take it.

a/n: alright yall, this took too long but im really happy with the end result. there may be minor rewrittes in the next few days, or i might release an updated version altogether. please give me your thoughts on gwaynes characterisation bc i was working with scraps.

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Vacation with Step-dad and uncle 🫠 (they think no one will notice them staring 😉)

I WANT THAT I NEED THAT OK??!😩

Here’s what I’m thinking.. Stepdad Tommy throws glances at you here and there at the beach, trying not to be obvious while checking you out. It’s definitely hard for the guy, bc you’re wearing the skimpiest bikini you could find. Of course you chose it to drive your stepdad crazy and your plan is working great. To poor Tommy’s distress, he pops a boner as soon as you walk out of the ocean almost naked and wet. He excuses himself and hurries to the suite (his and your mother’s) to jack off, thinking of his hot stepdaughter.

Now step-uncle Joel. That mf STARES at you, he gives no fucks if anyone notices him undressing his step niece in his mind. Tbh, not much undressing is needed, so he imagines pulling you onto his lap and making you ride him. He shamelessly adjusts his big bulge, tenting his slutty shorts, and when you notice it together with his dark eyes fixed on your body, you scrunch your pretty nose, feigning disgust, but secretly get wet from the attention of this hot perv.

THANK YOU for the sexy moodboard and the thots, Izzy!🫂😘💖 ILY!

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Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower — Realm's Delight

— summary: Although Alicent was often angry by the nickname "Realm's Delight", she understood why it stuck with her until those days. Rhaenyra continued to be one of the most beautiful women in the whole Seven Kingdoms, a mature body, a stomach round and swollen with the third baby who would be born soon.

— pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

— type: smut

— word count: 2.4k

— tags/warnings: Femslash February, pregnant!Rhaenyra, stepmother!Alicent, chubby!Rhaenyra, pregnancy kink, pregnancy sex, breastfeeding kink, lactation kink, body worship, breast worship, praise kink, size kink, first time lesbian, nipple licking, nipple play, sexual tension, childhood best friends to enemies, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, cheating, compulsory heterosexuality, Targcest mentioned (uncle/niece), past Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Harwin Strong/Rhaenyra Targaryen, minor Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower, married Laenor Velaryon/Rhaenyra Targaryen, married Viserys I Targaryen/Alicent Hightower, ambiguous/open ending, bisexual!Rhaenyra, lesbian!Alicent, dom!Rhaenyra, sub!Alicent, canon divergence. english is not my first language.

— author's notes: Finally the storm stopped and I can post the bonus one-shot lmaooo. Happy Valentine's Day again ❤️💚

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Three years since Alicent Hightower's last pregnancy, when the Queen became pregnant with her youngest child. Even though she was still young and fertile, King Viserys' virility did not help his wife continue carrying his children, which was not something bad. After all, Alicent had already been blessed with four children, three boys and one girl. She had done her duty perfectly as her father ordered from the beginning.

Not needing to have sex with Viserys so often was also a positive point about that situation.

However, Alicent could not help but envy her stepdaughter, watching each pregnancy progressing. Even if no one in King's Landing spoke out loud about the matter, the murmurs made it clear that everyone believed about a common rumor: none of Rhaenyra Targaryen's three pregnancies were the result of her marriage with her cousin Laenor Velaryon. Her first two boys were so physically different from the man who was supposed to be their father. Jacaerys and Lucerys did not have silver hair like their mother or white hair like Laenor's, and they were not black like him either.

The Queen was unsure about the baby her stepdaughter was carrying yet, but she highly doubted that Rhaenyra's husband had been able to place any seeds inside the Princess's womb.

Like most other people of the Court, Alicent believed that those boys were the aftermaths of some secret affair. Rhaenyra's bastard children with another man, perhaps Ser Harwin Strong, the knight who was always nearby.

"Your Grace." Harwin greeted her along with a bow At the moment Alicent approached the door to the other woman's chambers.

"Ser Harwin." Alicent forced a gentle smile, before gesturing to the closed doors. "I came to check on Princess Rhaenyra. I remembered that she is only a few weeks away from giving birth."

The dark-haired knight swallowed hard and nodded. "Of course, My Queen."

As soon as Harwin got out of the way, Alicent wiped the smile off her face and finally opened the doors, closing them behind her after she entered the room. There was only a bit of light coming in there, and the redhead woman had to make an effort to see what was in front of her. She moved closer to the bed, where Rhaenyra was lying, no bedsheets covering her body, just a white linen nightgown.

"Alicent?" Rhaenyra murmured with confusion, rubbing her eyes as she slowly woke up, finding her stepmother there so early strange.

As much as Alicent's gaze was focused on Rhaenyra's cleavage, she quickly cleared her throat so she could try to distract any stupid thoughts. "Good morning, Rhaenyra." She forced a happy but shy expression, doing her best to try deviate herself from what she had witnessed... Those large breasts almost peeking out of the fabric...

"Did something happen?" Rhaenyra asked, sitting down on the bed carefully, her round belly making it uncomfortable to move. "Why are you here so early?"

Alicent huffed with some frustration, not liking being so questioned. "I just came to check on you." She argued, defending against some imaginary accusation. Could not she just visit her husband's firstborn child, the one was also her former best friend? What was wrong with wanting to check on her?

Well, they had not spoken to each other properly during years, since Viserys forced Rhaenyra to marry Laenor, after her inappropriate visit to a brothel along with Daemon. Alicent had never liked Daemon Targaryen, at least not about his personality itself.

He was handsome and he was hot as hell, more than most of the men she had met of the entire Court. Many times she had gone to the Sept to pray and beg for forgiveness for her impure desires about the Prince.

However, when Rhaenyra started to be obsessed with her uncle, Alicent started to hate him, wishing him to be exiled, never returning to the Red Keep.

At first, she thought it was just a silly jealousy. Why could her childhood friend have the opportunity to kiss the lips of a young and tempting prince, while she had to serve like a brood mare for an old king whose withered cock would not even be aroused properly?

Those jealous manners tainted their friendship for years, turning the fun and happy bond between the two girls into nothing more than pure rivalry. Alicent always believed that was due to the fact that Rhaenyra could have the chance to choose who she wanted to fuck.

It took years until the older woman realized that her anger was not motivated by her duty to be married with Rhaenyra's father. Her anger was motivated by her own forbidden desire for Rhaenyra.

She did not want Prince Daemon. She did not want to keeping sleeping with Ser Criston Cole. She did not want men anymore.

Alicent Hightower wanted Rhaenyra Targaryen, and it made her furious.

"It is a shame we are not pregnant at the same time again." Rhaenyra's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she blinked confused, trying to understand what her stepdaughter was teasing her about, until she finally let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, sure. Because of course being pregnant with Daeron while you were pregnant with Jacaerys was so much fun." Alicent scoffed, faking irritation and a soft smirk painted Rhaenyra's lips.

The princess shrugged, looking her stepmother up and down. "At least we tried to share the wet nurse to bring them closer together."

Alicent rolled eyes at the memory. "That was your father's idea. I no longer had much patience to breastfeed my children. Aemond and Daeron had to adapt to other women's milk."

Rhaenyra nodded, seeming to think about it and get lost in some memories, sighing afterward. "My breasts feel too heavy with milk." She vented, something she had not done often with Alicent when their friendship ended.

The redhead raised an eyebrow and moved even closer, using her keen vision to examine the full breasts covered by the nightgown. "You need to use your own hands to expel some milk, otherwise they will be aching. They are very full." She murmured with blushed cheeks and Rhaenyra could not help but laugh softly. "What is so funny, Rhaenyra?"

"You." Rhaenyra replied honestly, her voice hoarse due to the sleep, placing the hand to her own mouth to try to contain a second laugh. "Ever since you came here you have been looking at my tits all the time like a perverted guy."

Alicent stuttered for a while, staring in disbelief at Rhaenyra and her explicit accusation. Being exposed like that made her cheeks rosy and warm, her heartbeat increasing so much it almost hurt. She wished she could say something to argue against what the Princess said, say that it was absurd and she was acting with disrespectful and unforgivable ways to her Queen.

But the silence and the panicked look already gave away the true reasons for her reaction.

"You are not denying it..." Rhaenyra smirked, biting her lips then. "You are just embarrassed that I noticed that."

"Gods, Rhaenyra..." The other woman managed to mutter, huffing and moving back to get away from the bed, being immediately stopped by her ex best friend's fingers on her wrist. "Let go of me."

"You are not denying it." The repeat of Rhaenyra's words made Alicent close the eyes, anger and shame burning her veins. "When are you going to admit that you have been desiring me since we were best friends?"

Alicent opened the eyelids, looking like a scared puppy with those big brown eyes. Her heart raced again and her mind was almost blank. "Y-You are completely crazy."

Rhaenyra let out a mocking chuckle, taking advantage of the fact that her stepmother did not to distance herself, then pulled her to the bed, forcing Alicent to sit next to her. Perhaps it was because the pregnancy was making her hornier than usual, but Rhaenyra did not think twice before holding one of Alicent's wrists, moving it until her palm was over the dressed breast. The Queen's breathing became labored, refusing to move any muscles, which led Rhaenyra to push her chest further against the sweaty skin of Alicent's hand. "Stop it!"

Rhaenyra ignored Alicent's tense and worried exclamation, the nipples of the two women hardening. "I am going to call your father, I swear to—" The silver-haired woman silenced Alicent's stupid threat, switching their positions before the other could think straight.

Rhaenyra's body was heavy, the weight she was gaining during pregnancy could hurt Alicent, who was still skinny even after carrying four children over the years. But she did not seem the least bit worried or bothered, at least not when she was in shock and admiring the chubby woman on top of her. She did not move as the woman sat on her thighs, keeping her pinned down on the soft mattress.

"Are you sure you are going to call your husband?"

Alicent sighed, seeing Rhaenyra undoing the ties of the chemise she was wearing, her full breasts bouncing out when the fabric slid down her shoulders. The redhead tried to turn her head, trying not to give in to the sight she had imagined since Rhaenyra became pregnant for the first time.

"Keep your eyes on me." The Princess ordered and grabbed her chin, enjoying that the Queen's arrogance was hanging by a thread. "You are always so worried about who the father of my children is, but I know you are just jealous that you are not the one who can fill my womb and breed me."

"Seven Hells. You are insane, Rhaenyra. I have no idea what you're talking about..."

Rhaenyra did not care about the argument, already knowing it was not true. She raised her hips, throwing the clothes to any other corner of the room. She was not wearing any other undergarments beneath the white chemise, so Alicent had a privileged view of the body she was desiring in secret a long time ago. Obviously, Rhaenyra's body was very different now than it had been when they were both little girls. She had been a young woman with a petite body and soft curves. Now, the Princess's body was very voluptuous, thick thighs and a few stretch marks decorating her milky skin.

Although Alicent was often angry by the nickname "Realm's Delight", she understood why it stuck with her until those days. Rhaenyra continued to be one of the most beautiful women in the whole Seven Kingdoms, a mature body, a stomach round and swollen with the third baby who would be born soon.

Without thinking straight, Alicent's trembling fingers passed around Rhaenyra's waist, taking a deep breath, felt the soft skin. "Gods... I should not be doing this..." She whispered with a lump in her throat, all her past anger suddenly turning into submission. It had not been long since Hightower realized the real nature of her old desires, and the idea about giving in to them never crossed her mind. She always thought that Rhaenyra would never share the same interest or she would be resentful after the ending of their friendship.

Furthermore, Alicent never really considered going against the Faith of the Seven. She was a married woman, she should not cheat on her husband, much less with his own oldest daughter. A woman!

"Rhaenyra... I should not—"

"Shhh..." The Targaryen Princess ran the hands over own her breasts, squeezing them and touching herself to distract Alicent from the sin they were about to commit. "I know you wanted this since we were younger. I have always wanted this too..." Alicent did not deny it, her cheeks turning red, her widened eyes were no longer angry or mocking, just afraid, just hesitant about the lust that she was experiencing. "Give me your hands, Ali."

The nickname made Alicent's breath catch in her throat, but she nodded, extending her slender arms to Rhaenyra, who took them carefully and positioned them on the perky mounds. This time, Alicent moved the caresses on her own, squeezing the flesh carefully. "Seven Hells..." Both of them moaned at the same time, Rhaenyra from the pleasure of feeling that affectionate touch and Alicent from touching a female body for the first time in her whole life.

"They are so full and soft..." Alicent's praise caused a shy smile on Rhaenyra's face. Even after carrying Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron in her fertile womb, Alicent maintained her curves more or less the way they had been since she was just a girl. Her hips had grown just a little, and her breasts too. Unlike Rhaenyra, who become so curvy and more desirable than her younger version already was.

"You can drink my milk." Rhaenyra suggested and Alicent frowned, finding the suggestion kinda weird. "Come here..." The Princess did not give her old friend many options, staying on her lap but now forcing her to sit on the bed, her face next to her pink nipples. Alicent took two or three deep breaths, nodding in silence and closing eyes, closing her lips around one of the peaks. "F-Fuck... That is it. Just like that, my dear." Rhaenyra moaned loud, hands tangling in the red hairs, messing up the hairstyle and pressing Alicent's face against her tits as she sucked on like a hungry baby.

King's Landing's people spoke a lot about how bad it was for babies when their mothers were pregnant with them but wanted something they could not have. Rhaenyra heard so much about that nonsense belief and never paid attention until that moment. She could now completely understood.

When Alicent was pregnant with her half-brother Aegon and then with her half-sister Helaena, Rhaenyra felt an inexplicable desire to know what Alicent's breast milk was like. She watched how her friend's skinny body changed, and her breasts were getting fuller and heavier, even though they were still small compared to some women. The few times she saw baby Aegon being breastfed by his mother, she envied him with all her might.

Rhaenyra had always been interested in being fed by Alicent. Now that her father was no longer producing children and the young Queen's fertile womb was being ignored and wasted, Rhaenyra could at least switch roles and pour breast milk into that pretty mouth.

"Sweet girl. My jealous, needy and sweet girl..." She mocked and praised at the same time, the tips of her fingers caressing Alicent's face as if she were a porcelain doll, wiping away the white drops that dripped from her plump lips, moans echoing inside the chambers as well as the wet noises of breastfeeding.

[peterparkersnose]

Hairspray

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: pregnancy, before the outbreak, established relationship with joel, sarah is a little snitch, denial, age gap (not really specified), descriptions of childbirth, money insecurity, 2003 references

a/n this was too good to give up. lets pretend that the outbreak never happened and the miller’s got to live happily ever after :)

summary Sarah finds Y/N’s hidden pregnancy tests

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The phone was new. Joel had installed it a few weeks ago. No more cord! Your opposite hand felt awkward not having something to fidget with while your sister told you the horror stories of her giving birth. Something Mandy had brought up numerous times after confiding in her that you were pregnant.

It was your first; you were in your mid-20s. War was happening overseas, the world seemed to be going to shit. What a perfect time to bring a child into the world, huh? Your husband would be ecstatic, you just knew it. But the mere thought of something growing inside of you made you sick. “And then the feet came out instead! Ripped me open like-” You jumped a little. Facing the front door, you didn’t hear your husband come in from the back. His hands wrapped around your stomach as your shoulders pressed against his chest as your sister went on about telling you how her third kid cost her sixteen stitches.

A sharp gasp came from your mouth. “Are you alright? Is it the baby?” your sister yelled from the phone. Panicked, you quickly said your goodbyes to your older sister, assuring her everything was alright. You decided to give in to the kisses Joel was placing on your neck.

“What was she going on about now? Babies? Please tell me she’s not having another one.” Joel groaned. “Nope. Nine was enough for her,” you sarcastically answered. Four nieces and five nephews were enough for you to handle. Sarah enjoyed having kids her age to play with, but Uncle Joel was getting a bit too old for the rough play the younger ones enjoyed.

“What time is it?” you asked him, grabbing at his wrist. His hands were placed on your stomach almost like he knew. His watch read a little before three. “Sarah?” you asked him, swaying with him slowly. “Tommy’s coming over and we’re going to go work on a job,” he sighed.

 “Again? Joel-”

“I’m sorry, It’s a quick one. Just a little steel door frame and I’ll be home late for dinner. I promise,” he said, kissing you on the cheek. You would need more cash once the baby came.

“I’ll go get her.” you sighed, but not in an angry way. You loved your stepdaughter more than anything in the world. You have known her since she was a small girl and have gotten along with her since the day you met her. She is going to be the best big sister.

Joel handed you the truck keys. Tommy’s car beeped in the driveway. “Give Tommy my love,” you called to Joel as you heard the screen door shut. --- A mainstream pop song quietly played in the truck as you waited in line at Sarah’s middle school. Parents were eager to leave and the San Antonio traffic was bound to be crazy on a Friday afternoon. You spotted your curly-haired stepdaughter as she left the school doors with some friends. You recognized a few from the sleepover she had last week. “Do you have any hairspray?” she asked, throwing her backpack in the back seat. “Yes?”

“Perfect.” Sarah responded. “May I ask why?” “Tiffany and Ashley gave me the recipe for a new oobleck!”

Sarah excitedly waved a loose-leaf piece of paper with a sparky pink gel pen scribbled all over the paper in her stepmom's face. “Hairspray is the main ingredient,” she explained, going over all the ingredients she needed. You smiled to yourself, carefully exiting the middle school parking lot as Sarah rambled about her day.

Sarah burst into the house, setting her backpack down and heading straight towards the kitchen. “Do we have any… flour?” she asked, reading off her list. “Red jar, babes.” you stated the obvious. The flour had been in there for years. “And the hairspray?” She asked. You sat down on the couch, fatigued by what you assumed was your pregnancy. Rubbing your temples, you replied, “Under my sink.”

Sarah burst into the bathroom, whipping open the cabinet door under your sink. In her excitement, the jolting movement of the door opening vaulted the zip-loc bag of pregnancy tests you had taped to the top of the cabinet out on the floor. Confused at first, she held up one of the blue sticks. Then she got it. “Y/N?” she yelled from the bathroom. Sarah was old enough to know what these were, and what two lines meant. Once she realized she was holding a stick of what you peed on, she threw it back in the pile of the rest of them sprawled out on the floor.

Sighing, you kicked your feet back on the ground. You had just gotten comfortable when Sarah called for you.

“Hm?” you asked, causally walking into your bedroom. Your tired state seemed to do a complete 180 when you saw Sarah on the ground with your tests. You froze, unsure of what to say to her. Rapidly blinking your eyes a few times to stop tears, you realized that there was no going back from this. Without a single word spoken you crouched down, collected the pregnancy test strips, and put them back in the bag. Seeing the loose pieces of tape, you used them to adhere the bag back where it was. You handed Sarah the red printed bottle of your hairspray.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked cautiously, sitting at the edge of the bathtub. “A-are they yours?” she anxiously asked. A small laugh came from you. “Yes,” you smiled. “I’m going to be a sister?” she asked you. You shook your head yes.

“Does Dad know?”

The world seemed to blur a bit when she asked that. You could feel your heartbeat increase at the thought. “No. Not yet.” “What!” Sarah gasped. “How long have you known?” “About three weeks.” “Three weeks!” Sarah yelled, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s difficult to… come to terms sometimes,” you said, trying to come up with the best way to explain this to Sarah. “You have to tell him. Tonight!” Sarah exclaimed.

You hated to admit that she was right.

“I don’t know Sarah, he’s out on a job with your Uncle and…” “I will call him. Try me.”

You looked at her, unsure of her new aggressive demeanor. She was always a natural leader. “Sarah, this is serious.”

“I know.” she said simply, exiting the bathroom. You followed her, watching her like a hawk for the rest of the night. And the rest of the night consisted of you making dinner, ravioli. Sarah was in the kitchen and made her ooblek and when that was done she finished her homework.

  You sighed when the clock rang eight. He was more than late for supper. Sarah was asleep in your lap, the mindless cartoons played on. You watched them, trying to calm your anxious mind.

  You heard Tommy’s truck pull into the driveway and saw its headlights as he left the driveway. Sarah stirred a bit, but a simple smoothing of her hair soothed her back to sleep. Joel quietly made his way into the house, only noticing the two of you when he locked the door.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shrugged. Joel sat down next to you. “How is she? Is her homework done?”

  “Yup.” you said coldly. “Look Y/N, I’m sorry I was late but the hardware store was out of the screws we needed and Tommy’s car was having an issue so we had to stop and get some-”

You couldn’t listen to Joel’s rambling any longer. You frankly didn’t care about some damn screws. It had to be done, and it had to be done now. Sarah was right, he deserved to know.

  “I’m pregnant.”

Joel’s ramblings ended. A moment of silence lasted between the two of you. “Really?” he asked, a tiny awkward squeak coming from his voice at the end. “Mhm. Sarah found the tests. Under the sink, taped to the top of the cabinet if you want to see for yourself.”

Joel sat. “Huh,” he said, getting up from the couch and heading into the shared bathroom you guys had. He came back a moment later, his face was white as a sheet of paper.

  “Can we financially do this?” you whispered, knowing Sarah was well faking her sleep and listening. Joel shrugged, plopping back down next to you. He knew this was a big issue and it would have to be discussed later. They were doing well, but Joel knew firsthand a baby on a small income was expensive. “I’m happy, if you couldn’t tell.” he said, a little bit of hope rang in his tone. “I could. My reaction was the same.” you assured him. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Everything will be okay.” he said, entwining his fingers with yours. “How long have you known?”

You seethed. “Don’t kill me.” “Maybe,” he said flirtatiously. You loved when he still flirted with you, even though you had been together forever and you were his wife. “Three weeks.”

He sighed audibly. “How far along are you?” “Don’t kill me.” you reiterated. “I have no clue. I haven't even been to a doctor yet, Mandy’s horror stories are traumatizing enough.”

  “We’re making an appointment first thing tomorrow,” he assured you. You shook your head in agreement.

  “Does she know?” he whispered, looking down at his daughter. He was so excited to be able to give Sarah a sibling. His bond with Tommy was unmatchable. Even though there would be a significant age gap between them, he still loved his little brother like no other. Even if they were six years apart, they were close. “She’s the one who found the tests.” you quietly chuckled, reminding Joel of what you said earlier. “She was threatening to call you at work and ‘expose me’,” you told Joel. He rolled his eyes. “Jeez, that damn kid.” he smiled, giving Sarah’s fluffy hair a pat just like you did moments before. He brought his hand back to yours and moved the back of your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you,”

“I love you too,”

“And our little family.” you added. “Yes, and our little family.” Joel confirmed.

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[vesper-the-solitaire]

A little glimpse of how messed up the Targaryen family tree can be in places:

Daemon is Rhaenyra's uncle. They are also siblings-in-law by marriage, and eventually become husband and wife.

As Daemon's daughters, Baela and Rhaena are Rhaenyra's cousins, but as Laena's daughters, they are also her nieces by marriage. They are also her stepdaughters and should have been her daughters-in-law.

Daemon is the uncle-by-marriage, stepfather, and intended father-in-law of Jace, Luke, and Joff. Laena and Laenor were to become in-laws as well as uncles to their respective children.

Rhaenyra is the mother of Aegon III and Viserys II, but since their father is Daemon, they are technically her cousins too.

Viserys I and Daemon are both brothers and father-in-law / son-in-law, and Viserys I is both the grandfather and uncle of Aegon III and Viserys II. Furthermore, Rhaenyra is both his daughter and his sister-in-law.

The four Targaryen-Hightowers are the uncles of all of Rhaenyra's children, but as for Aegon and Viserys, they are also their cousins.

Additionally, Baela and Rhaena are the half-sisters of Aegon III and Viserys II, but technically they are also their cousins by marriage, and should have become their sisters-in-law.

What can I say, Olenna would have loved it. And I bet the Once Upon a Time writers are fans.

(I really love genealogy but I'm drafting a complete Targaryen family tree and lol! My headcanon is that they choose the kinship they feel most comfortable with from time to time and silently drop the others).

[jubilant-accosts]

Meet the families residing in Jubilant Accosts!

From left to right:

Row 1: The Klein family, consisting of the Proxy Simon Klein and his young wife Eleanore. The Dean family, consisting of Winnie Dean, her husband Ezra, their... close friend, Andre, their ambitious daughter Tiffany and their little son Jason. There's also Gabriel, but he's been at the Klein residence lately for some reason...

Row 2: The Doan-Creel family, consisting of siblings Chinh and An, their niece Kim, plus Kim's werewolf husband Alister Creel and their werewolf teenage daughter Phuong. The Augens-Smorodina family, consisting of pet shop owner Mita Augens and his fiancée, the talented Rinna Smorodina, plus their two adorable cats!

Row 3: The Pryor family, consisting of Alphaeus Pryor, his wife Damiana, their rebellious daughter Helena, their innocent and playful Abercius, their adopted son Brion and their unruly youngest son James. Next door to them are the Vienot family, where you'll find Damiana's brother Trysten Vienot, his wife Deianeira, his stepdaughter Xaviere and his daughter with Deia, Desdemona.

Row 4: The Onerieroi family, a neurotic family-oriented man named Xanthos Onerieroi who lives by the beach with three pets. At the town's grilled cheese restaurant is the Rennet family consisting of the restaurant owner Josh Rennet, his secretive wife Asima, their grilled cheese-obsessed daughter Anika and their twin sons Ishaan and Harpreet.

Row 5: The Jakobsson family, consisting of the atrociously evil Håvard Jakobsson, his tyrannical wife Jakobina, her son and Håvard's stepson Torkel Deering, Jakobina's stepdaughter and Håvard's daughter Siv, and Håvard and Jakobina's daughter Karin, plus a cat sometimes accompanied by spectral cats! Next door are their rivals, the Lindgren family, consisting of widowed businesswoman Delicia Deering, her evil sons Jakob and Loke Lindgren, Jakob's wife Lea and their little son Arvid, plus a dog that you just can't resist to pet!

[thevelvetvampyre]

⋆˚࿔MASTERLIST𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Warning: All of my fics are smut. Individual warnings at the top of each post xoxo

🍒Cillian Murphy:

The screening - Cillian Murphy x Nolans Niece

Caught red handed- Cillian Murphy x Assistant

The dinner party - Cillian Murphy x Reader

🧑‍🏫Tom Buckley:

Mental Foreplay - Tom Buckley x student reader

🎬Neil Lewis:

Late night ride - Neils Lewis x Best friend’s sister

Just like the actress - Neil Lewis x Coworker reader

💷Robert Fischer:

The typo - Robert Fischer x Secretary Reader

🧪Jonathan Crane:

Bunny to a wolf - Jonathan crane x patient reader

⏱️Raymond Leon:

Pink lace - Raymond Leon x stepdaughter

🔫Thomas Shelby:

Coming soon

👀Jackson Rippner:

Coming soon

🔭J. Robert Oppenheimer:

Coming soon

🚿Emmett:

Coming soon

🚨Lenny Miller:

Coming soon

[milla-frenchy]

Recs | December 24

December readings ❤️

Please, rb the fics you appreciated, that's how they live ❤️🙏

Check the warnings before reading

Joel Miller

Nights like this one XX | XXI XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | epilogue @metaphoricgibberish

Joel Miller finds the love of his life right before the world ends

Joel x Miller @punkseyes

On a night out, you and your boyfriend Joel, are tended to by a man who happens to have the same name as him. Even though your boyfriend tends to be the jealous type, he lets his curiosity get the best of him

Guilty please: a fic in fetlife messages @wintrwinchestr

Joel is a freak and is tired of keeping it to himself. he finally decides to make himself a fetlife profile and finds just the type of girl he's been looking for to match his freak: you

A doctor's care @pedge-page

Of rage and ruin part 7 | part 8 @corazondebeskar-reads

Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though

Doin' time @magpiepills

You’re a client of the criminal justice system and you have a run in with CO Miller

Homemade @pedge-page

After you and Joel officially reconnect, you may be wondering...where are they now?

Joel's house @elliespuns

Difficult @schnarfer

How can you be part of a love story when you don’t believe in love?

Need to pay with something else @penascigarette

Strapped for cash after your car breaks down, you find yourself at the mercy of your dads best friend Joel Miller, a sleazy yet charismatic mechanic who offers an unconventional way to settle your debt

Good neighbors part 3 @joelstummy

Your affair with joel heats up with a week of uninterrupted bliss

Bad Santa @baronessvonglitter

Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can

Jagged edge @ovaryacted

A good grade @itwasntimethatdidit40

You always thought you would have a future in the art world, until you met Mr. Miller, your professor who decided to make your life hell. What are you willing to do for a good grade?

Please @itwasntimethatdidit40

BDSMaid chapt 7 @mountainsandmayhem

After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree

See you at three @almostfoxglove

When your sister starts working nights, you're stuck with afterschool pickup duty for your eight-year-old niece. You love the kid, so you don't mind. And, sure—maybe you don't mind having an excuse to check out her classmate's dad, Joel, five times a week, either

A hell of a morning @aurorawritestoescape

Joel has his favorite thing for breakfast. His stepdaughter

The wolf you feed part 5 @arcanefox207

Set in a fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter

Lonely hearts club @joelmillerisapunk

Joel meets Sarah's teacher, masturbates about it, and then buys a sex toy about it?

The air cools @toxicanonymity

A few loosely connected vignettes taking place throughout fall and winter, ending with a raider family Christmas

The last day @elflutter

It was the morning of his thirty-sixth birthday the last time he saw you. If he had known it was the last time, he would have spent hours drinking in the sight of you like fine wine. Never would have let you leave for work. Maybe that day would’ve wound up different. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost both his girls—maybe he wouldn’t have lost either

Joel and Tommy Miller

The gusset @toxicanonymity

Your boys @aurorawritestoescape

You’re about to spend the night with the Miller brothers

Bad blood drabble vacation @aurorawritestoescape

Puppy lessons @pedge-page (re read ✨)

No pure blood part 2 @weirdfangirly

Uncle Tommy brings you home 15 minutes too late

Din Djarin

For the first time @sawymredfox

The decision is made, it's time to do it. Hopefully, he'll survive the pain

Javier Pena

Kinktober (cockwarming) @absurdthirst

Lunch break @joelmillerisapunk

Javi edges you at work

Branded @sawymredfox

Javier acknowledges something in the middle of the jungle

Sweet dreams @javiscigarette (re read ✨)

You find Javi awake in the middle of the night and help him fall asleep

Office hours @itwasntimethatdidit40

You should concentrate on work. But you can't do that with the charming bastard you share the office with in front of you. Why not find a more fun way to spend your office hours?

Pretty boy @joelmillerisapunk

The Christmas you made Javi your sub

Late night texts @jolapeno

It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number

Unscripted desires part 3 | part 4 @gothcsz

you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him?

Acacius

Prima nocta @fuckyeahdindjarin

Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father

Tim Rockford

Tiny Tim @604to647

Tim takes you to the precinct Christmas party

Just one more @sawymredfox

Tim has one more present for you tonight

Dave York

Law of attraction chapt 1 | chapt 2 | chapt 3 @baronessvonglitter (feat Javi p)

A chance meeting at a museum brings you companionship when you least expect it

Ezra

Little wren @schnarfer

Wild. West. Priest. Ezra. That’s it, that’s the idea

Multiple p boys

Let me get what I want @for-a-longlongtime (Javi p/Tim/ofc)

Fics recs

[11queensupreme11]

If the yanderes were theoretically sent into the original PJO world and married Sally instead of Gabe (lets just say they couldn't not, like the fates completely, utterly, forced them, they literally couldn't not marry Sally). What kind of dads would they be for Percy?

(that was the question, now my long predictions.)

Poseidon: I saw one of your asks involving Percy's sass and yeah, I have a feeling Poseidon would be the spanking/corporal punishment dad. Maybe good cop/bad cop, though that feels more like Beel and Hades? Also, he's the most likely to commit incest in this universe as well 💀

Hades: He's definitely good cop/bad cop. I feel like he'd find a way to threaten pjo!poseidon to do a better job, then feel bad because he loves Percy.

Beelzebub: He'd quite literally go to Sally and be like, marry me to protect your daughter. and be so hard on her.

I can't think of the others (mostly because cu feels like he'd be a younger boyfriend, oh well), but I'd love to know your thoughts! :)

have a great day/night!

I BURST OUT LAUGHING AT THE CU ONE 😭😭😭😭 there is no damn way sally would ever date him so yeah, he's better off just getting adopted by her and becoming percy's adopted brother tbh 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: he would be so fucking abusive holy shit 💀 you know how sally's always sending percy away to a boarding school? welp, now she's gonna desperately try and send her away to a boarding school in a whole new country, all this poor woman wants is to keep her daughter far far AWAY from poseidon, but poseidon won't have it so rip them 💀 sally's gonna really go through with it because poseidon will gradually start to love percy just like in arsenic blues, so now there's gonna be sexual abuse to add onto that and poor sally won't be able to stop it. she'll try, but he'll just amp up the physical/emotional/psychological abuse towards her 💀💀 honestly, sally's probs gonna pray to pjo!poseidon for help and that'll be what gets her killed by ror!poseidon (unless the fates forbid him from killing her)

hades: he'll be so much better 😭💖💖💖 .......until the niece/stepdaughter kink hits in 💀 i think hades is gonna TRY and hide it from sally because he knows she'd be horrified if she found out and he'd also feel lowkey bad because hey, she's still his wife. sure they don't love each other, but he sees that it's kinda messed up to cheat on ur wife with her daughter......

beelzebub: IF the fates forbid him from killing sally, he surprisingly won't be as bad as poseidon. not much physical abuse, but do expect a lot of psychological and emotional abuse from him. like poseidon, he'll also expect 100000% absolute obedience from sally and percy. if percy's still young, she'll have it a lil easier because he could just groom her to be obedient to him. sally's gonna have it harder tho because she'll recognize the abuse and TRY to stand up to him, but like........ he's the devil. good luck with that 💀

anubis: oh he'll love sally!!!!!!! you know he's constantly looking for the perfect mate???? he'd definitely see one in sally because of how sweet and motherly she is! he can't wait to take her and percy -- he's adorable lil stepdaughter -- back to his universe so he can introduce them to kebi and they can all be one happy family! .....but then sally keeps fending off his advances, keeps saying that he's making her uncomfortable??? and what's this about not wanting to back home with him?????? oh, so sally's not really the perfect mate after all????? welp, you know what he did to the girls and women who failed 💀

loki: cannot, for the life of him, pretend to be nice or even tolerant towards sally and percy. not only has he been forcefully taken away from his home, the fates are now making him play house with a bunch of MORTALS??? and he's getting forcefully MARRIED to one? he hates it so much, he's forced to live with inferior beings and he can't even kill them? best believe he's gonna take his anger out on them a lot. expect all kinds of abuse that he excuses as "it was just a joke, you guys are so lame 😒"

apollo: honestly, he'll be the best! he has more human partners than divine ones, so he won't be disgusted by this! he'll be a lil peeved, but he'll warm up once he gets to know his lil stepdaughter who's an absolute sunshine! honestly, he's a sucker for kids so he'll spend a lot of his time tutoring percy, playing arts n crafts with her, teaching her how to draw, paint, sing, dance, etc. any little interests she has, no matter how silly, he will 100% encourage! 10/10 no abuse, no incest, just apollo vibing and doing his best thriving in the situation being thrown at him

cú chulainn: lmao sally would HATE THIS she doesn't want ppl thinking she's some cradle robber or a cougar 😂😂😂😂😂😂 she'll be like "pls pls PLEASE do NOT introduce yourself as my husband 😭" and he'll be like "don't worry i won't 🙄" this man will NOT be a father to percy AT ALL. he will honestly be more like the big brother who bullies her affectionately 😭😭 he's not even gonna bother trying to be like a proper husband either, so now sally's just got TWO kids she needs to take care of but honestly, she would VASTLY prefer that to having this "young" ass dude as her fucking husband 😭

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Scorched Hearts XV

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

In the aftermath of Valaena's recovery, Aemond struggles to deal with his guilt.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Guilt, Reluctance, Mental Anguish, Aegon Being A Menace, Arguing, Confessions, Smut, Referenced Sex.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5000

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Aemond stood in the shadowed corner of his chambers, his gaze fixed on Valaena as she lay resting on the bed.

Rhaenyra sat beside her daughter, their hands clasped together, murmuring soft words that Aemond couldn’t quite make out.

On the opposite side, Daemon hovered, his usual air of detachment softening as he studied his stepdaughter, his relief barely hidden in his guarded expression.

But Aemond’s patience was fraying. He wanted them gone, all of them.

Valaena was his wife, the mother of his children, the woman he had almost lost.

He understood that her family would come rushing to her side upon learning she’d woken from the coma, but he resented their presence all the same.

They crowded around her, taking up the space and attention he desperately wanted for himself.

Each moment they spent at her bedside only deepened the ache in his chest, the ache to be close to her, to breathe in her scent and feel her warmth against him as if to reassure himself that she was really here.

He needed her. He needed to hold her without an audience, without Rhaenyra and Daemon hovering protectively, and without her bastard brothers who had previously descended upon her like dogs.

Every inch of him was screaming for them to leave so that he could wrap her in his arms and feel her breathing, feel her fingers running through his hair like she used to.

He needed to know she was real, that she had returned to him, whole and alive.

Aemond’s hands twitched restlessly at his sides, his jaw clenched tight. He told himself to wait a few moments longer, to let them have their time with her.

He tried to be respectful, patient—but he felt like he was about to shatter from the weight of restraint.

Finally, he cleared his throat, unable to keep silent any longer.

His voice was calm but firm as he spoke. “Rhaenyra,” he said, his tone steady but leaving little room for argument. “I-I know you’ve missed her. We all have. But-she needs her rest.”

Rhaenyra clutched her daughter’s tightly, as though afraid to let go even now.

Her eyes were damp, her fingers gently brushing over Valaena’s pale cheek, as if grounding herself in the reality that her daughter was here—alive, and awake.

She hesitated, her grip tightening, reluctant to let even a moment slip by without Valaena in her grasp.

But Daemon, standing nearby, sensed the moment’s weight and Aemond’s silent plea from across the room.

He understood the intensity of that need, the desperation to hold the one he’d nearly lost.

For the briefest of seconds, Daemon imagined what it would be like, never seeing Rhaenyra again, hearing her voice or feeling her presence close to him and the mere thought nearly destroyed him.

Softly, he placed a steadying hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder, pulling her gently from the edge of the bed.

"Let him be with her now," Daemon said quietly, his voice a rare blend of gentleness and understanding.

Rhaenyra’s gaze darted to Daemon, reluctant but recognizing the truth in his words.

She glanced back at Aemond, taking in the quiet, raw longing in his gaze, the way he hovered on the brink of breaking.

She knew he’d kept a vigil by Valaena’s bedside, that he had barely left her side in weeks, clinging to the slimmest hope that Valaena would come back to him.

Daemon met Aemond’s eye, offering him a solemn nod—a gesture of solidarity, of understanding, even of respect for the torment Aemond had endured.

Aemond returned the nod, a slight but grateful tilt of his head, wordlessly conveying his thanks.

Rhaenyra pressed one last kiss to Valaena’s forehead, her hand lingering on her daughter’s for just a heartbeat longer before she pulled away, her own shoulders tense with the weight of emotion.

Then, with Daemon’s arm around her, she allowed him to guide her out.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Rhaenyra and Daemon, Valaena turned her head to look at Aemond, her violet eyes warm and understanding.

She could see the strain in his face, the exhaustion, the fear that still lingered in his gaze despite her being here with him now.

Gently, she patted the bed beside her and whispered, “Come here my love. Let me hold you.”

Aemond barely needed a moment’s invitation. He quickly pulled off his tunic, breeches and eyepatch, his fingers trembling, as if afraid that even the smallest delay would shatter this fragile moment.

He slowly climbed into the bed, his naked body curling against her, his head resting just over her heart, where he could feel the steady, rhythmic beat.

Valaena’s hand slid up to his hair, and pulled the leather tie from it, allowing the long silver strands to cascade over his shoulders like a wave, and she then began to stroke his hair softly

Aemond let out a shaky breath, his eye closing as he absorbed the warmth and familiarity of her touch.

His hands clutched at the fabric of her shift, his fingers twisting the material.

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he made no effort to hide it. He clung to her, his face pressing against her, drawing in her scent, grounding himself in the reality of her presence.

"Would you like me to take this off?" she asked softly, her hand pausing in his hair.

Aemond nodded slowly, and she carefully untied the laces of her shift and shimmied the cotton material off her shoulders and let it pool at her waist, exposing her breasts to him.

He moved back to her instantly, his face nestled between her breasts, feeling the warmth of her soft bare skin against his face.

Valaena resumed stroking his hair, her fingers weaving through the silken strands, a gentle rhythm meant to soothe him.

“I’m here, my love, I’m here-” she murmured, her voice a comforting whisper above him.

Aemond let out a sigh, his shoulders finally relaxing as he allowed himself to sink fully into her embrace.

She was here. And he would never let her go again.

In the weeks that followed Valaena’s awakening, Aemond clung to her like a lifeline, a shadow that moved with her every step, bound by an unspoken fear that if he looked away, even for a moment, she would vanish.

He rarely left her side, his touch possessive and watchful, as though her recovery were as fragile as the first moments after a terrible storm.

No one else was permitted near her except for their children, Lirri and Arro.

Maester Gerardys’ visits, however, that were met with Aemond’s unrelenting wrath.

The mere sight of the Maester—who had once spoken of helping Valaena to ‘pass peacefully’—brought venom to his words.

Each visit was a storm of thinly veiled resentment, his voice low and scathing as he responded to the maester’s every inquiry with cold, biting replies.

The memory of Gerardys’ suggestion haunted him, his fury a fierce shield against his own guilt, which gnawed at him silently.

He couldn’t forgive himself for almost acting on his own moment of despair, haunted by that terrible night when he had held a pillow over her, only to recoil in horror.

It was his guilt, festering and raw like rot, that spurred his bitterness toward Gerardys.

He resented the Maester not only for what he had suggested but also because the Maester’s presence made Aemond confront his own weakness and desperation.

Rhaenyra, too, became a target of his unpredictable anger. Her involvement in the sweet sleep discussions felt like a betrayal, a whispered plot against Valaena's life.

He would look at her now with a glint of accusation, quick to lash out with a bitterness that he knew, deep down, was misdirected.

But that realization did little to stem his fury. He became volatile, his emotions frayed, a mix of relief, anger, and fear that twisted within him, barely contained.

Night after night, he lay awake, watching Valaena as she slept, his gaze fixed on the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

Each breath she took was a reminder that she was here, alive, not a spectre conjured by his desperate longing.

His fingers would lightly trace her arm, her face, needing to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. His eye, ringed with exhaustion, barely closed, his own sleep fractured and shallow.

Sometimes he would reach out to touch her face in the darkness, brushing his fingers across her cheek, his breath catching each time, fearing she might fade before his eyes.

He watched her like a man condemned, as if her life depended on his vigil.

And in those sleepless hours, he found himself murmuring to her, words that drifted between promises and pleas.

“I’ll protect you, my love. I’ll always be here. I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

Aemond stood at the edge of the gardens, his gaze fixed on Valaena as she sat among their children, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting soft patterns over her face.

Lirri laughed beside her, holding Aemon in her lap, and Aemond’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he watched his family, feeling a fragile kind of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks.

Yet, the feeling was fleeting, chased away by the dread that never quite left him.

Just then, Helaena appeared at his side, her presence as quiet as a soft breeze. Her eyes, distant yet strangely focused, were fixed on him.

“All the crickets are singing again,” she said in her usual soft, lilting tone.

Aemond looked at her, brow furrowing as he considered her words. “Will they always sing?” he asked, a hint of desperation underlying his question.

Helaena’s gaze softened as she reached out, her slender fingers resting gently on his arm. “Yes, they will,” she replied.

“Good” muttered Aemond, his posture rigid, his arms folded behind his back.

But a shadow of sorrow suddenly crossed Healena’s face as she added, “Yet there is a shadow following you, brother. And if you’re not careful, it will consume you.”

Aemond stiffened, his jaw setting tightly as he turned back to the garden. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied tersely, unwilling to let her words pierce the wall he had built around his mind.

But Helaena only watched him, her eyes bearing a wisdom that unsettled him. “It will fester inside you,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, “writhe in your blood like maggots until it bursts forth, and then you will know nothing but silence.”

Aemond’s fists clenched at his sides, her words gnawing at him. He wanted to dismiss her, to shake off her warning, but the weight of her words seemed to burrow deeper, touching something he had buried. “What can I do?” he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Unburden yourself,” Helaena said, her gaze gentle and sad. “And the shadow will fade.”

With that, she turned and drifted away, her figure disappearing down the garden path, leaving Aemond alone with her words echoing in his mind.

He stood there, watching Valaena and their children, feeling both the ache of his love for them and the fear that had been eating away at him.

He knew Helaena was right—he could feel that shadow growing, twisting inside him, but he didn’t know how to face it.

He didn’t know if he could.

Aemond stood in their shared chambers, the quiet broken only by the soft rustling of fabric as he ran a damp rag over his face.

Dressed only in his loose, partially unlaced breeches that were hanging low on his hips, he felt a strange, restless tension. Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

He strode over, swinging it open to find Luke standing there.

Aemond's eye narrowed. “And what is it that you want, my lord Strong?” His tone was cold, disdain unmistakable in his words.

Luke met his stare, undeterred. “I was wondering if Valaena–”

“No,” Aemond cut him off sharply. “She’s busy.”

“But I–” Luke began, only to be cut off again.

“Are you deaf, bastard? I said no.” The words were laced with a sneer, a finality meant to end the conversation.

Luke’s face flushed, but he stood his ground. “She’s, my sister.”

Aemond curled his lip. “She’s, my wife.” And with that, he slammed the door in Luke’s face.

From behind him, Valaena emerged from their bathing chambers, wrapped in a soft towel, her damp hair framing her face.

“Who was that?” she asked, amused by the irritation on Aemond's face.

“No one,” he muttered dismissively.

Valaena’s smile softened as she approached him, her voice warm with affection. “You can’t keep me locked up forever, you know.”

Aemond’s lips curved slightly, though he made no attempt to deny it. “Why not?”

Laughing softly, she reached up and placed her hands on his bare chest, looking into his eye. “I know you wish to have me all to yourself,” she said.

“But you was in the gardens yesterday, with Lirri and the children.”

Valaena sighed, drawing him closer. “And you was there, watching our every move.”

 Aemond closed his eye, pressing his forehead to hers. “I just want you to be well.”

“I’m fine, Aemond. Truly” she whispered back, her hands brushing his jaw.

He stroked her cheek, his voice raw with unspoken fears. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“You won’t,” Valaena promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He wrapped his arms around her, their kiss deepening, her towel slipping unnoticed to the floor as he felt her warm skin against his.

A surge of desire flared through him, and he guided her back toward the bed. Valaena sank down, pulling him with her, his lips never leaving hers.

“I’m healed from birthing Aemon. I-I’m ready to have you again-” whispered Valaena.

Aemond groaned as he moved his lips down to her neck, pressing reverent kisses along her skin, his hand reaching to push down his breeches, so he could free his hard aching cock.

But suddenly, a number of dark thoughts cut through his desire like a knife, stopping him cold.

What if his seed took root?

There was moontea, but what if for whatever reason it didn’t work?

And she became with child again?

What if another child was too much for her?

What if the strain of carrying another babe weakened her, or worse—what if he lost her for good?

The memory of those harrowing weeks, of watching her slip between life and death, seized him with fear. His hands froze, and a hollow ache of terror filled his chest.

“Sorry—I-I can’t,” he stammered, his voice thick with emotion.

He moved away from her, pulling his breeches up and quickly throwing on a shirt and tunic, each action feeling desperate, almost frantic.

“A-Aemond?” Valaena’s voice was soft, laced with confusion, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from her.

Without another word, he hurried from the room, leaving her sitting on the bed, bewildered and hurt at his rejection.

As Valaena roamed the corridors, she almost collided with Aegon, who gave her a quick once-over with an amused smirk.

“Looking for Aemond?” he asked. “He’s gone flying with Vhagar.”

“Oh,” she sighed, shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“Yeah, nearly knocked me down in his haste-” Aegon huffed, one eyebrow raised. “Only lost one eye, surely he’s not that fucking blind.”

Valaena managed a small smile at his jest, but it was tinged with sadness.

Aegon noticed and tilted his head, his humour softening. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed, reluctant. “Like you’d really want to listen to my problems.”

Aegon snorted, folding his arms. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.”

Valaena hesitated, starting and stopping, words catching in her throat. “I just-I-”

“Oh, for gods’ sake. Come to my chambers. We’ll have a drink,” Aegon interrupted, waving his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Valaena raised her brow, chuckling. “Aemond would love that.”

“Well, Aemond’s not here, is he?” Aegon countered, grinning. “Besides, you need a break. Just one drink.”

After a moment’s thought, she shrugged, “True enough. Just one though-”

Aegon’s laughter boomed down the hallway. “Oh, come on, you’re no fun. I’ve got real Arbor Gold stashed—none of that piss swill the Queen drinks.”

Valaena laughed and followed him into his chambers, grimacing as she took in the mess.

His bed was covered with rumpled sheets, and some strange wooden objects littered the bedside table.

She reached out, curious, but Aegon held up a hand. “Ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that.”

“And why not?” she asked.

“Well, I might’ve used that with my favourite lady last night,” he replied with a shrug.

Valaena made a face and recoiled. “You have a favourite lady?”

He nodded, giving her a mischievous look. “I was once a man of many tastes. But recently, I thought, why not have just the one favourite lady-”

“-You mean my mother won’t let you have any more coin from the treasury to pay for your indulgences?”

Aegon folded his arms, conceding. “You got that right, the tight fisted bitch. It’s not like I was causing any trouble.”

“Just dishonouring your wife,” Valaena teased, watching his expression carefully.

Aegon’s smirk faded, and he shook his head. “Hel’s my sister. I love her, but not as a wife. I’ve tried-but-”

“It’s okay,” Valaena murmured, cutting him off.

She could see the strain of expectation in his gaze and let the conversation drift.

Aegon knelt, rummaging under his bed, and came back up with a bottle, proudly presenting it.

“Told you I had it. Finest Arbor Gold, last of my stash-” He poured a cup for her and one for himself, raising it high. “-You might be the Queen, but up yours Rhaenyra you tight fisted bitch”

Valaena cut him off with a sharp look. “That’s my mother you’re insulting.”

Aegon just shrugged, unbothered. “I’m entitled to be annoyed. Taking away my coin like that. Who does she think she is?”

Valaena smirked as she took a sip of wine. “The Queen.”

Aegon wrinkled his nose, muttering, “Yeah, the bitch Queen of basta—” He stopped himself as Valaena shot him a glare.

Silence settled between them as they sipped their wine, but then Aegon eventually broke it, glancing sideways at her. “So, what’s my twat of a brother done now?”

Valaena sighed, laughing a little despite herself. “What makes you think he’s done something?”

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Well, he’s spent the last few weeks clinging to you like a leech, and now he’s pissed off on that mouldy rock he calls a dragon, and you’re wandering around here like a ghost. By that logic, he’s clearly done something.”

“It’s-it’s not what he’s done,” she admitted, the words slipping out reluctantly. “It’s what he hasn’t done.”

“Alright, what?” Aegon asked, prodding with a smirk, but his tone was curious, genuinely interested.

“Well-” Valaena hesitated, glancing down at her cup. “-I’ve healed since birthing Aemon, and things were-progressing between us. But then he just stopped saying that he couldn’t, and he left.”

Aegon choked on his wine, laughing. “You’re telling me my brother couldn’t-get it up? Oh, man I can’t wait til he gets back-”

“It wasn’t that-” she shot back, half-laughing, half-defensive. “He was-ready. He just freaked out.”

Aegon raised an eyebrow, thoroughly entertained. “You didn’t have a bogey on your face, did you? Happened to me once with a woman I took to bed. So gross-”

“Aegon, no,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I did not have a fucking bogey on my face”

“Look, my brother might have the most punchable face in Westeros, but he loves you-” Aegon replied, a little more seriously. “-If he freaked out, there must’ve been a reason.”

She nodded, frowning. “Maybe. I just-I don’t know. He was really into it, and then-”

Aegon shrugged, taking another long sip. “-I wish I could give you a rundown of the inner workings of my little brothers twisted mind, but I can't, all I can say is, just be patient. He’ll come around. Or ignore him for a while. He’ll come crawling back soon enough.”

Valaena laughed softly. “And that’s what passes for advice?”

He smirked, holding up his cup. “I promised to listen, didn’t I? besides I’m far too sober to giving you any pearls of wisdom. But-you know what you’re actually not that bad, you know.”

Valaena clinked her cup against his, smiling. “Neither are you.”

In the quiet of the nursery, Valaena rocked little Aemon in her arms, singing softly, her voice warm and low.

"Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis. Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan. Hae mērot gierūli, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī." (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing. With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing. As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

As she finished, she kissed Aemon’s forehead and laid him gently in his cot, covering him with the blanket Helaena had so carefully sewn for him.

She turned and saw Aemond leaning in the doorway, watching her.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent.

Valaena didn’t answer but moved to her vanity, beginning to undo the braids.

She kept her gaze on the looking glass, watching Aemond’s reflection as he stepped forward.

His hand moved to hers, stilling her fingers, and he murmured, “Let me.”

Valaena nodded silently, letting her hands fall to her lap as he took over, slowly unfastening the ties and clips holding her hair in place.

 One by one, the braids unravelled under his touch, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

Aemond’s hands lingered, skimming over her shoulders and moving to her breasts, his fingers grazing the curve of her breasts before teasing the stiffened peak of her nipple of the fabric of her dress.

Valaena closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her, feeling the intimacy of his touch.

But then, he pulled away.

She opened her eyes, watching him in the looking glass as he moved to undress, his expression unreadable.

She turned back to Aemon’s cot, checking on him once more, before slipping out of her gown and pulling on a clean shift.

Valaena could feel Aemond’s eye on her, watching as she prepared for bed, but he said nothing, and she, too, stayed silent.

She slipped beneath the covers, waiting, feeling the silence between them stretching long and tense.

After a sigh, Aemond joined her, lying on his back with his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Usually, he would reach for her, pulling her close, his arms around her as they lay together.

Tonight, though, he stayed away, the empty space between them feeling colder, wider—like an unspoken chasm.

Valaena’s heart twisted, and she took a steadying breath, finally voicing what had been weighing on her mind.

“Have I done something wrong?”

Aemond remained silent, his jaw tight, his gaze unmoving. The silence between them grew heavy, filling the room with a sense of absence, a painful gap she couldn’t understand.

She watched him for a moment longer, her own confusion and hurt swirling within her, and then she turned onto her side, closing her eyes against the ache in her chest her heart quietly breaking against the silence.

The past weeks had been a trial of silence and distance, growing heavier and colder with each night. Valaena had watched, hurt and bewildered, as Aemond withdrew further and further, the once-intimate bond between them dwindling into something fragile and unfamiliar.

He watched her with a fierce protectiveness during the day, but he wouldn’t touch her—wouldn’t even kiss her.

Each night, he turned to his side, laying as far from her as the bed allowed, leaving her feeling like an untouchable ghost beside him.

She had tried to reach out, to draw him back, asking him what was wrong, why he was avoiding her.

But each time, he brushed her off, tight-lipped and tense, refusing to speak.

Confused, her mind spun with questions and self-doubt, but he only grew more distant, more haunted.

What she didn’t know was that Aemond’s silence came not from a lack of desire but from a torment that consumed him, his fears and guilt clashing painfully with his longing for her.

And one night, things finally boiled over.

Valaena was struggling to undo the laces of her dress, the ties at the back too intricate to reach. Aemond, watching her from across the room, came forward.

“Let me,” he offered, his voice low and tense.

She nodded, and as his hands loosened the bindings, her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

He let his fingers trail along her bare skin, his hand brushing over the curve of her back, and Valaena shuddered under his touch, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

His self-control crumbled. He pressed his face to the hollow of her neck, kissing her skin, his desire finally breaking through the walls he had so desperately tried to build.

His hands gripped her firmly, and he spun her around, capturing her lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss.

Aemond pushed her backward until she fell onto the bed, pulling him down with her, his own clothes coming off in a flurry of hurried, frantic movements.

His touch was rough, and the ache of longing finally had its outlet, his need a raw, consuming force that surged with each heartbeat.

He took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside her in a single thrust, his eye rolling into the back of head from the sheer bliss of it.

“A-Aemond-” moaned Valaena, as he begin pounding into her in a series of deep penetrating thrusts.

Gods, he wasn’t going to last.

But then, in the heat of their passion, a dark shadow crept into his mind.

He saw her pale, gaunt face from the weeks she’d laid in a coma, saw the blood that had stained the sheets after Aemon’s birth, felt the cold, terrible weight of the pillow he had once held over her, contemplating doing the unthinkable.

The fear seized him, ripping through him like a dagger, and with a strangled cry, he pulled away.

“No!” he choked, his voice breaking as he reeled backward, breathing heavily. Valaena’s face was flushed, her lips parted in confusion as she gathered the sheet around herself.

“W-What’s wrong?” asked Valaena as she tried to reach for him, her eyes wide with hurt and bewilderment,

But Aemond stepped back, snapping, “Don’t.”

The word struck her, and she recoiled, her eyes brimming with tears. "Why won’t you lay with me? Is it-do you not love me anymore?"

Aemond’s face crumpled, and he grasped her face in his hands, his voice soft but raw. “Of course I love you. It’s-it’s not that.”

She tried to kiss him, to close the aching space between them, but he turned his face away, his hand trembling as he began to hastily pull on his clothes.

Desperate and hurt, Valaena whispered, “Are you seeing someone else? Is that why you won’t take me?”

Aemond’s head snapped up, his voice sharp. “No! I do not have a mistress. How dare you accuse me of such a thing.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” Valaena cried. “You won’t kiss me or touch me. You won’t even look at me like you used to-”

Aemond clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe I just don’t feel like it.”

The words wounded her, and her voice broke. “I-I know my body has changed since I gave birth. I know I don’t look the same but-but-”

Hearing her doubt herself, thinking she was somehow the cause, shattered him, he loved her mothers body, the lines on her stomach proof of the healthy babes she had birthed him and her large breasts that he loved to nuzzle against.

Aemond shook his head, appalled at how his silence had poisoned her confidence. “It’s not that,” he whispered, horrified.

“Then what is it?” she demanded, her voice rising, hurt giving way to frustration. “You won’t even look at me! If it’s not another woman, then what?”

Aemond closed his eye, breathing heavily. “I can’t-I can’t bear the thought of my seed taking root again, of putting you through that. Do you have any idea how terrified I am at the thought of losing you?”

Her expression softened, and she stepped toward him. “Aemond,” she said gently, “There are ways to prevent your seed from taking root. You know this.”

“What if it doesn’t work? What if you forget? I won’t risk it. I won’t risk you. I can’t live without you-I can’t. I won’t-”

She swallowed, her voice trembling as she looked up at him, her own pain and frustration flashing across her face. “So, your answer is to push me away? To let me think that it’s my fault?”

Aemond’s voice cracked, his gaze desperate and pained. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me too understand,” Valaena pleaded. “I need to know. Please, Aemond. Don’t shut me out-”

He backed away, his face pale, his hands clenching and unclenching as his shame and fear reached their breaking point.

Finally, he looked at her, his voice a raw whisper.

“I-I tried to kill you.”

The words fell into the room like a stone, each one a confession of pain that had haunted him every night since her recovery.

TBC

[midnight--sadness]

I feel like the showrunners make decisions on a whim and don't think far ahead.

If Aegon is right, and not just being pessimistic or whatever, and Sunfyre really is dead, then how is Rhaenyra going to die? How is Aegon going to take Dragonstone?

Now that Aegon is impotent (everybody cheered!) and assuming that Helaena isn't pregnant, then Maelor isn't going to be in the show.

So, how are they going to have storming of the Dragonpit?

One of the reasons for it is Maelor's death in Bitterbridge, which supposedly leads to Helaena's suicide. Are they going to replace Maelor with Jaehaera? Because then the leaks regarding Sara Hess and Ryan Condal's plans for Jaehaera's planned survival and successful marriage to Aegon III would be false.

So, if no child dies at Bitterbridge, then Daeron has no reason to sack it, not unless they want us to believe that "kind" Daeron would sack a city for absolutely no reason. Then, the refugees won't flee to Tumbleton, and the battle of Tumbleton NEEDS to happen since it reveals Hugh and Ulf's betrayals.

And speaking of the dragonseeds, since Rhaena now has Nettles storyline, i wonder how they are going to include Rhaenyra's paranoia of the seeds, especially since she orders Nettles' death and she can't do that now since Rhaena is her cousin/niece/stepdaughter. And Rhaenyra ordering Nettle's death causes her to fight with Daemon, who then goes to Harrenhal and has his fight with Aemond, which a crucial part of the Dance.

I am geniunely wondering how they are going to do this.

Does anyone have any thoughts?

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Queen, may I ask for stepdaughter reader BUT she runs to aemond when she’s pregnant and they tell their mothers it’s aemond child so they both get married instantly ? Imagine daemon all smug he had her then he returns to the keep to find her married and his child claimed as the guy who stole her away.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

summary: Stepdaughter runs to aemond when she’s pregnant and they tell their mothers it’s aemond child so they both get married instantly ? Imagine daemon all smug he had her then he returns to the keep to find her married and his child claimed as the guy who stole her away.

Word count: 1,9K

Warnings: Angst, mention of rape, fluff

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You did not know what to do, this was a disaster, you were in trouble. Daemon had left you the day after getting his way with you four hours on end, he left to solve some problem in the Reach- that was a moon ago and now you were going through your supposed moon's blood without bleeding.

Your maids were surely catching on and soon will be telling your mother. You had three choices running through your head, one was to tell your mother the truth where there was a possibility she would not believe you. Two was to try and terminate the pregnancy which terrified you. Three find a respectable man who will care for you and try and help you and there was only one man that came to mind, Aemond.

He has not spoken to you ever since Daemon found you two and beat him. He kept his distance but kept a watchful eye on you. You knew there was a possibility he would refuse to help you and even spread your secret but that was a risk you were willing to take. So with a raised head and bruised ego you made your way to his chambers. The guard let you in, eyes staring straight forward and hard.

"Aemond" Your voice came out weaker than you planned making you wince. You did not want to seem weak especially during your explanation. Aemond raised his head from the book he was reading and looked you over. His singular eye was glaring hard through you, as he always did to everyone else.

"Niece, what is it you want?" He slammed the book shut making you jump. He threw the book on the table by his side and stood up. Even with several feet between you two he looked taller and scary.

"I need your help" You whimpered. Your heart was in your throat. Your hands began shaking with nerves so you clasped them in a sweaty mess in front of you. Aemond raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you.

"What do you want? How dare you even come here? You left me beaten on the floor and did not even bother to visit me after" He hissed. His harsh words were like a dagger that popped the bubble that held you together and a sob slipped through your lips. Your head bowed down in shame, you knew that you should have visited him to at least explain but you could not. You felt ashamed, you felt dirty with Daemon's touch still making your skin crawl even after weeks, his seed still felt hot inside of you, it was all in your head you knew but still you felt so dirty.

"I am sorry- please I am sorry" You sobbed. Your raised your hands to cover your face. The tears running down your cheeks felt like lava leaving your face burning and red.

"Do not cower" Aemond grabbed your wrists and pulled them off your face. The second his skin touched yours it was like a snap and your whole body began shaking.

"Do not touch me!" Your screamed pulling away from him. Your stumbled back almost tripping over your skirt. Your clambered back until your back hit the wall. Your whole body was shivering uncontrollably at this point.

"Do not touch please- no more, no more touching" You were gasping for air but nothing was coming into your lungs. The mere feel of another man's touch reminded you of Daemon's touch.

The pain of him slapping your face and behind with his rings on and full of force. The pain of his cock pushing inside of your pure and never used before cunt that was dry. The pain of his hand circled around your throat to cut off your air way and screams for help. The smirk he had on his face as he redressed leaving you a sobbing and bruised mess on your bed was still imprinted in your head.

"Calm down, please calm down- shhhhh" Aemond raised his hands in surrender. He approached you slowly trying to show that he was no threat to you. Your eyes raised from the ground to look at him, his heart broke at the pain he saw behind the tears.

"What did he do to you?" Aemond asked. Furry made his blood boil. He wanted to reach over and hug you, hold you close and calm you down. He wanted to find Daemon and strangle him to death for what he did.

"He t-touched me. I d-did not w-want to" You sobbed. You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face between your knees.

"Touched you?" Aemond asked, he wanted a confirmation that he did not mishear. He wanted proof that his uncle was the monster he always knew him to be.

"He touched my flower" You whispered. Flower was a code you and Aemond used for private parts, Aemond and you were not mere innocent lovers, you did get dirty when writing letters to one another but it was mere words, now this was serious.

"Does anyone know?" Aemond asked. He wanted to mount Vaghar and find Daemon in whatever whole he hid in.

"No but they will" Your body slowly relaxed when you noticed that Aemond did not make a move to hurt you, when he did not start yelling at you, when he did not belittle you. His eye widened when you placed a hand over your stomach.

"Right- uh we will fix this" Aemond ran a hand through his ties hair undoing the tie. He paced back to the sitting area.

"Help me Aemond, please" You begged. You pushed yourself on shaking legs to stand back up. He watched you as you moved over to him slowly. Hands shaking and eyes watery, his heart broke at the sight. He promised to protect you and failed. He promised to keep you happy and failed.

"We will say it is mine and they will marry us" Aemond stood up from the chair. You nodded your head and looked down.

"I am sorry, you deserve a better wife, a pure wife who was not tainted by anyone else. You will be stuck with a dirty woman. I will be your slave in exchange-" Aemond raised his hand making you stop. Your eyes snapped up to look at his face, it was almost as red as a ruby and his one eye wide with anger.

"Never belittle yourself like this, you have no faults, sweet angel- may I?" he pointed at your hands. You took a deep breath and held them out to him. He was very gentle with his touch as he took your hands into his bigger ones. He raised them up slowly to not startle you and kissed your knuckles one after the other.

"You are perfect, you are all I want" He whispered. One of his hands slowly reached to touch your cheek. You flinched but did not pull away from him.

"I am sorry I was not there sweet angel" With that said you two went to your mother's chambers requesting to meet her and the queen.

Both women were horrified by the fake story of you two coupling and conceiving a child so by the end of the moon you and Aemond were married to one another. Aemond refused the bedding ceremony and did not touch you on that night or any other night after. He suggested sleeping on the ground but you refused and let him share your bed but with at least three pillows in between you, not even your feet touched.

By the end of your eighth moon of pregnancy things were calming down and the pillows were gone from your marriage bed, cuddles were almost a must at night jut no intercourse and Aemond seemed content. But of course the gods were cruel and Daemon returned. He had a smug look on his face as he walked into the throne room with Dark Sister strapped by his side.

Instinctively you stepped back into Aemond who wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you calm. Daemon kept his eyes on his brother bowing his head in respect.

"Daemon you have been missed" Viserys spoke first. Daemon raised his head smirking.

"I have missed you all as well my king" Daemon said smugly, his eyes trailed to your mother on the other side of the room. She smiled at him naively not knowing of the devil she was married to.

"You have missed your daughter's wedding brother" Your grandsire said. Daemon's head snapped up to look at the king before his eyes moved in search of you only to find you swollen with child and holding onto Aemond who was glaring at him.

"My nephew seemed to not waste anytime at all" Daemon hissed. His eyes trailed down to your stomach, too big to be a new pregnancy. Aemond did something he has never done before, his hand trailed down protectively to your belly.

Aemond was not cruel he never hurt you or the babe, he just decided not to acknowledge the fact much. He made sure all your cravings were met, he made sure you were taken care of as well. He held you carefully but never did he look at the belly or touch it even when cuddling in bed.

"Yes their wedding night was fruitful seven moons ago" Your grandsire said proudly. He looked at you with pride, you usually would have basked into it but not this time.

"I can see that" Daemon hissed. Your mother gasped shocked at his behaviour.

"You must be tired brother, how about you go rest and we will meet again later" Viserys attempted to defuse the tension that filled the room. Your family started filtering out one after the other leaving the room.

You and Aemond followed after Alicent who was whispering with Helaena about gods' know what. Your mother long gone after hearing that your brother Aegon had woken up screaming, probably hungry or something. A gasp tore through your throat when a hand wrapped around your arm pulling back harshly. Aemond turned around faster than you thought possible and pulled out his dagger. You turned to find Dameon holding your arm with Aemond's dagger under his chin.

"You think you can deceive the others? Well you cannot deceive me, I know this is my child" Daemon whispered, his eyes glaring down at you. Aemond pressed his dagger harder into Daemon's neck.

"Let go of my wife" Aemond hissed. Daemon's eyes snapped to look at Aemond with a smirk.

"Your used wife, nephew" Daemon smirked. Aemond's eyebrow ticked and before you could even blink Daemon was shoved off of you with Aemond holding up against the wall with the dagger now drawing blood from Daemon.

"Come near my wife and child again and I will personally cut your head off" Aemond did not wait for an answer before turning around to face you, he wrapped his arm around your and pulled you away from the hallway.

That same night your precious daughter came into the world screaming and crying. A skinny little baby feeding into the lie of her being born two moons too early. Her face scrunched in discomfort as she was pulled out of your womb into the world. You named her Jacaella in honour of your older brother Jace, Aemond frowned at the name but let it go for your sake. Your heart filled with even more love for him when the baby was placed into his arms, he swayed her from side to side successfully calming her down and putting her to sleep.

Aemond's taglist:@mihrimahsultan03, @fullmoonworshipper, @papichulo120627, @seulbeomie, @melaena-the-reborn, @k4marina, @fullmoonworshipper, @axelsagewrites

Daemon's taglist: @luanasrta, @papichulo120627, @seulbeomie, @melaena-the-reborn, @k4marina, @fullmoonworshipper, @axelsagewrites