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maidragoste · 1 year ago
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The Decision
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Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader, minor Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader
Again another AU with the reader of The Sea Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen (you don't need to read it to understand this one shot because this story starts LONG BEFORE the canon of that universe).
Summary: When King Viserys announces that he plans to marry you, you make a decision to avoid becoming the king's wife.
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TW: This is NSFW (if you don't like it you can read only the Rhaenyra and Harwin parts)
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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Also this is my first smut so sorry if it's weird to read.
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You felt your heart hammering as you waited for the king to make his announcement. Your stomach wouldn't stop spinning and you have no idea how you still hadn't vomited up what you had for breakfast.
With every passing second you have to keep yourself from running out of the council chambers. You couldn't stop looking at your father, a part of you wanted to take his hand and ask him to get you out of here but you didn't trust him anymore. You were in this situation because of him. You always knew that your father is a proud and ambitious man but you never thought that his ambition would be greater than his love for you. If your father really loved you he wouldn't have sent you to the king's chambers. He wouldn't have made you start wearing dresses that showed more skin for your visits with him. Gods, you wanted to hit your father so badly, you wanted to wipe the smile off his face because both he and you knew what Viserys was going to announce. Everyone knew it, you noticed that Otto Hightower was trying to hide his annoyance from everyone, the only one who seemed unaware of the tension in the room was Rhaenyra.
“I have decided to take a new wife,” the king began and you noticed how he and Rhaenyra exchanged a look. You were surprised to see your cousin nod as if she was permitting him to move on. Did Rhaenyra know? Did she approve of this? “I intend to get married,” he continued, this time looking at you and your father. You forced a smile as you dug your nails into your palms, feeling helpless for being in this situation “with Lady Y/N Velaryon before spring.”
Your eyes met Rhaenyra's purple ones. There was none of the love or fun you usually saw. Now she was looking at you with a mixture of pain and fury. The pain in your stomach got worse. Nyra had never looked at you like that. This shouldn't be happening.
It was obvious that she didn't know that her father was planning to marry you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to hug her and tell her that this wasn't what you wanted, that you weren't trying to steal her mother's place, that you would never do anything to hurt her.
"Rhaenyra" the king called her but the princess left the chambers anyway. You couldn't take this anymore so you went after her, ignoring your father's calls.
You followed the princess. You could feel the fabric of your dress sticking together due to perspiration, you didn't know if it was because of your nerves or because you were practically almost running after Rhaenyra. It was uncomfortable but right now you didn't care. You needed to clear things up with her. You couldn't stand that she hated you.
"Nyra" you called when she finally stopped. You two were in the gardens, in front of the heart tree. Where more than once you had Rhaenyra lay with her head in your lap while you sang her any song she wanted. Where you two used to stay out in the sun complaining about the septa's lessons while you combed her hair. This tree has so many good memories and now you fear there will be no more.
"How could you?!" she yelled at you furiously. She couldn't believe how you had been by her side, comforting her, accompanying her in her grief, remembering the stories the both shared with her mother so that later you went behind her back to conquer her father. When her father told her that he needed to take another wife she thought it would be Laena Velaryon. Not from you. Never from you. You were supposed to be hers.
"Please, Nyra, don't hate me" you begged and grabbed her hands desperately, pulling her closer to you "I swear I didn't want this but my father" you shook your head and forced yourself to continue talking trying to ignore the knot in your throat "I'll find a way to fix this, I promise" you kissed her hands.
The princess studied you for a few minutes. She needed to check that you weren't faking this just to avoid her anger. Your eyes seemed to be glazed over from the tears you were holding back and your hands clung to her desperately.
“I believe you,” she finally said and you sighed in relief.
"Thank you", you said with a shaking voice
This time it was Rhaenyra who kissed your hands and rested her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes feeling at peace for a moment knowing that she didn't hate you.
"I won't marry your father, Nyra. I promise."
If it weren't for the fact that she was now the heir to the throne, Rhaenyra would have told you that you would run away with her, that the two of you would go together on your dragons and travel the world together, and that you didn't need a husband, that if you wanted her, she would take you as a wife. But now she had obligations, she couldn't abandon everything for you even if her heart screamed for her to do so.
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After clearing things up with Rhaenyra you went to your chambers. Of course, your father was waiting for you, he scolded you for your abrupt departure but he left you alone once you told him that you had managed to calm the princess's annoyance. Being alone you decided to put your plan into action, first you took a bath with the purpose of relaxing and getting rid of any trace of nerves you had before, then you put on one of your simplest dresses and placed a hooded cape on top to hide your hair. You were leaving the castle and you didn't need anyone to follow you.
You successfully slipped away and headed out into the streets in search of Harwin. You knew that today he had to stand guard on the streets of Flea Bottom. A girl in your position shouldn't be here but you didn't care. You needed to talk to him as soon as possible.
“Harwin” you called him when you finally found him.
“Lady Velaryon, you should not be here,” said the guard, gently hugging you by the shoulders and taking you to a corner further away from the people.
It felt bad to hear him call you in such a formal way when for weeks he had been calling you by your name or “sunshine”, the nickname he had given you. You remember like it was yesterday when you kissed him for the first time after he explained to you that the reason he called you that was because you brightened his days every time he saw you.
This sudden formality was like a slap in the face and he confirmed what you already feared.
“You know,” you declared sadly.
“My father told me,” he admitted, releasing you. You weren't surprised since Lyonel is on the council and had been present at this morning's meeting. You suspected that Harwin's father thought it would be best for him to find out from him rather than from someone else since you were sure that Lord Strong and your parents knew about the meetings between you and Harwin. You thought it was no secret that he was courting you, but apparently, not everyone knew because otherwise, Viserys would not have chosen you as his wife. Or maybe he knew but didn't care.
“This doesn't have to change what's between us,” you said as you stood on tiptoe to have his face closer to yours. “I don't want to marry the king. I want you” you whispered against his lips but without touching them. Harwin had to control himself from closing the small distance between you and kissing you. “Make me your wife,” you asked before capturing his lips with yours.
You froze when Harwin walked away from you.
“I can't,” he whispered and closed his eyes to avoid seeing the disappointment on your face.
“I thought you loved me” In your voice there was more anger than sadness but your body language was different, you found yourself hugging yourself trying to comfort yourself. You were disappointed.
“I do,” he stated firmly, opening his eyes so you could see that he spoke sincerely. “I love you. If it were any other man he would fight for you but…”
His silence told you everything. He loved you but it's not enough to face the king.
“You're a coward,” you spat and left the way you came.
You didn't really think Harwin was a coward but you were hurt by his rejection. You felt stupid to believe that whatever Harwin felt for you would be bigger than any coherent thought but you can't blame him after all any intelligent person would be afraid to go against the king's wishes and steal his fiancée…
But all was not lost, you knew someone well who was not afraid of Viserys and could help you. It was a desperate move and your parents would think you were an idiot for this but you refuse to be the king's wife. You had seen how as the years went by and with each pregnancy, Queen Aemma deteriorated. You didn't want the same thing.
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You wrote to Daemon. You told him that the king wanted to marry you but that you were seeking to avoid this marriage and that you needed his help. You waited anxiously for his response while you had to feign excitement every time someone talked about your wedding preparations. Luckily it didn't take that long for a crow to arrive with the rogue prince's answer. There were no reassuring words in his letter, the only thing the scroll said was "Come to Dragonstone."
And that's what you did. Nobody suspected when the next day you went on the back of your dragon since everyone knew that there was not a day in which you did not disappear for a couple of hours to go flying with Nightwing.
"My prince, Lady Y/N Velaryon!" The guard announced your arrival before letting you enter the chambers where the prince was staying.
Daemon, who had seen you approach with Nightwing from the window, had his back turned but turned to look at you. He hasn't seen you in months. Your hair was longer and you seemed to have changed the way you dressed. The blue dress you were wearing seemed to have more cleavage, it wasn't anything scandalous enough for the court to talk about but it did draw attention.
"It's good to see you, Y/n" Daemon stated making you smile. You were sure that this was the first sincere smile you had given in days.
You waited for the guard to leave. Once you heard the sound of the door closing, you began to walk towards the prince without haste, trying to show as much confidence as possible. Normally you wouldn't be nervous around Daemon but you hadn't seen him in months and he was the only person who could help you. You didn't want to ruin this.
*I'm wondering the same. These months without you were boring "You weren't lying or trying to sugarcoat it to achieve your goal, it was simply the truth. Every time he leaves court you wish for his return.
"You still didn't come after me" Daemon held back his smile when he saw the surprise in your eyes.
He liked seeing that look in your eyes. Every time he brings you something new from his travels, every time he teaches you a new move in the training yard, every time he asks you for his favor in tournaments. How he had missed seeing you. He wouldn't tell you but he had missed you these past few months. So imagine his fury when after so long the first news he receives from you is that his brother plans to marry you. You are too much of a woman for Viserys. His brother wouldn't know what to do with you. You would spend the rest of your life bored. Daemon couldn't allow it.
"I didn't know you wanted that," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I invited you to go with me on my next trip, didn't I?"
Before Queen Aemma's death, when you helped Daemon put on his armor for the tournament you complained about the lengthening of his travels. The prince's response was to invite you to go with him next time. You were so excited to accompany him on his trips that you didn't wait for the tournament to end to ask your parents for permission. But then Aemma died and you didn't dare leave Rhaenyra.
You laughed. “That wasn't a trip, Daemon. Viserys exiled you.”
"And now he will exile you" he mocked, making you irritated but you quickly forgot about your irritation when Daemon placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your bodies pressed together. You should be uncomfortable with this but you're not. "You understand? Right? You know what you were asking for when you asked me for help?" He asked, studying your reaction. He needed to see that you really understood what you were about to do. This was your time to repent. But he didn't find uncertainty in your eyes if not desire, you looked at him with pure desire.
"I know," you responded, trying to ignore the flutter of emotion you felt at the intensity of the prince's gaze. You should be against doing this after all your reputation would be ruined but deep down you always wanted to have even a little bit of Daemon.
In reality, there was always a tension between the two of you. More than once you two ended your fights in the yard more irritated than you were before you started because after so much friction, touching, and sweat you both wanted to do something else that you couldn't. You didn't want to be the other woman and Daemon for once wanted to make things right with you. He hoped that one day Viserys would annul his marriage to Rhea Royce to take you as his wife. That day never came but that didn't matter anymore.
"You will take me as your second wife" While you spoke your eyes couldn't help but stop a couple of times on his lips.
Daemon tilted his head a little and gently brushed aside a strand of hair to whisper in your ear "I'll do it. If you want that" you shivered as you suddenly felt his breath on your neck. It doesn't take long for you to feel his warm lips against your skin. You unconsciously stretched your neck, leaving him free to continue spreading more kisses. With each kiss, you felt your body warmer. You can't help but wonder how his lips will feel just as good on another part of your body. “People will talk about us,” he warned, snapping you out of your fantasy.
You knew what Daemon was referring to, not only would it be a scandal if the king's fiancée married another but also if that other is Daemon Targaryen, the king's brother, and an already married man. People who don't understand his family's customs won't think your marriage is legitimate, and if you were to have children with him people would probably think of them as bastards. Also, the court could compare your marriage to one of Maegor Targaryen's many marriages. The kingdom would talk a lot about you two, even your family's name and respect could be damaged by this. Your father might never want to speak to you again in your life and your mother would be disappointed in you. You had thought about all this at night before receiving the prince's response. And yet you were determined to go ahead with this.
“Are you worried that the court will call you Second Maegor? Because I'm sorry to inform you but they already call you that” you said, managing to make Daemon laugh a little. You smiled when you heard him but your smile was soon replaced by a gasp as you felt his teeth biting into your neck.
“A wife shouldn't make fun of her husband,” he said making you roll your eyes, knowing that he wasn't serious and just wanted to mess with you. “If you marry me, this will not be just a marriage in name.”
You weren't an idiot. It wasn't enough for you to just marry Daemon. Viserys might still want to annul the marriage if he saw that you were a virgin but if it was known that Daemon had already had you then the council would tell the king that he should take another wife.
You walked away from him. “Are you afraid of taking me as your wife? You keep walking around instead of ordering them to start preparing everything for the ceremony. “The prince could see the challenge in your eyes and he loved it.” I'm not a little girl, Daemon. I know what I'm getting into by marrying you."
And those words were enough for Daemon to finally join his lips with yours. There was nothing soft about his kiss, not like Harwin's. This kiss was hungry, you felt like he was devouring your mouth but you weren't far behind either, taking him by the neck, pulling him closer to you. It seemed as if neither of you two could get enough of the other. Finally giving free rein to the desire the both felt for a long time. You felt his hands trying to untie the back of your dress so you walked away from him with heavy breathing.
“Ah, ah, ah,” you hummed, now placing your hands on his chest, hoping to keep a little more distance. “You can't have me until we're married,” you declared, looking at him mischievously.
“You're so fucking annoying” Daemon complained and tried to kiss you again but you pulled your face away with a teasing smile. "Good. But then you won't leave the room until I'm done with you,” he warned you and he gave you a little squeeze on your waist before leaving, determined to prepare everything in the shortest possible time.
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Daemon thinks he'll never get tired of this. See how you move on his cock, how focused you look with every jump you take in search of your pleasure, how you open your mouth and let those sinful sounds escape when you finally find your sweet spot, and above all the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock.
Hearing Daemon's groan overwhelms you. It overwhelms you because, for the first time, you realize that you have power over him. It's too much to hear him say your name like you're a god while you're riding him. See how hungry he is for you, how he can't seem to get enough of you, how he can't go a minute without his mouth on you, without biting or sucking on your neck, without having his hands touching you. By now your body was covered in hickeys, marks, and bruises leaving the trace of your crime on display. You're sure that tomorrow when the maids came to help you dress they would be horrified to see the mark of Daemon's palms on your thighs after he held you for what seemed like hours while he devoured your cunt over and over again.
Your husband noticed that you were starting to get tired but you still didn't want to stop, not when you were already so close to cumming again but you were too proud to ask him for help.
“Let me take care of it,” he said, stopping to suck on one of your nipples.
He knows how stubborn you are so he didn't even give you a chance to refuse when he lifted you off his cock. You groan against his neck as he pushes you down onto his cock again. He begins to move you up and down as if you weighed nothing.
"Faster" you demanded with heavy breathing, feeling dissatisfied with the pace of his movements.
Daemon doesn't hesitate to follow your orders and makes you bounce faster. His grunts and moans do nothing but send heat to your core. You feel your legs tremble at the speed and depth of his thrusts. You want to have your share and leave your marks on your husband too but you can't focus as much time on biting or sucking on his neck when he's fucking you so good. You sob when you finally feel the knot in your stomach release and you cum on his cock.
Suddenly one of his hands leaves your waist and pulls your hair, stealing a gasp from you, making you stop hiding your face in his neck and thus trap your mouth again in a messy kiss.
"You take me so well," Daemon gasped against your lips, feeling your warm cunt not stop squeezing his cock.
The sound of skin slapping only increases the temperature of the room. Like the groans and gasps. Neither Daemon nor you were trying to be quiet, it was more like you were both competing to see who could make the other louder. You should be embarrassed and try to be quieter, that's what a good lady would do but you couldn't care less what people thought, not when you felt so good. And while you felt how Daemon filled your cunt with his seed a petty part of you couldn't help but think that you were hoping that this would reach Viserys' ears, that one of the servants would write to the king to inform him of the spectacle you and Daemon were putting on so that Viserys wouldn't want to have anything more to do with you.
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controld3vil · 3 months ago
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𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞
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pairing(s): young!rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon!reader (can be read either as romantic/platonic) synopsis: Rhaenyra always seemed to like her position as the only dragon rider in King's Landing. Besides her uncle who rarely visits, she flys with Syrax whenever she can as proof of her imperial lineage. When word comes that you claimed Vermithor, the Bronze Fury, Rhaenyra becomes strangely jealous of your newfound attention.
notes: this takes place closely timeline-wise to the first season. cw: reader experiences a near-death incident, slight angst
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Rhaenyra always felt at ease after riding with her dragon, Syrax. She had a distinctive bond with Syrax that no one could replicate. No one could discourage the truth. Her ancestors rode dragons and conquered the Seven Kingdoms. And rightfully so, as she acknowledges its power on the world. They were fierce beasts, little in number, but ferocious and praised as Gods to the people. The Princess of Dragonstone understood that well when she climbed off of Syrax’s saddle. Her golden scales glisten gloriously from the sunshine. 
She gleams brighter than before. Switching into a rich blonde gown, Rhaenyra rushes to the Court Council. Hoping none of the Councilmen would be bothered by her disturbed presence, the princess fixates on flattening down her silvery hair with her fingers. Combining through her tangled locks, the princess enters, drawing attention to haste and bewildered looks. 
“I was visiting Mother,” The Realm’s Delight she was named, smiled at her father, the King when asked about her whereabouts. She knew he would be displeased by the fact that she was dragon riding incredibly early. But she told the truth wholly. Rhaenyra did visit her mother. 
“On dragonback?” Viserys asked after catching a whiff of his daughter’s distinctive scent. It smelled of smoke and sea, resembling the dragon’s nature and their fiery breath. His daughter returns with a cheeky smile when she goes about to collect the pitcher, full of wine. There was much pride in the princess of her ancestral lineage. It was clear as histories can be able to tell of Old Valyria. A dragon was considered a rare delicacy despite having an abundance around the world. King’s Landing, Dragonstone, and Driftmark. Yet people did not consider them to be flesh and blood. Surprisingly, most were wild and had never been bonded with a dragon rider.
“Haven’t you heard? There was a sighting of the wild dragon, Vermithor along the coastlines of The High Tide,” Coryls Velaryon spouts, in cautiousness and weary. His clenched fist was unmistakable to Rhaenyra as he leaned forward with agitation. “My men are terrified, Your Grace. Surely we can think of a way to return the dragon’s course to Dragonstone.”
The silvery-haired girl looks to her father, King Viserys who beams with fazed delight. He thinks in light of the Master of Ship’s concerns. A dragon flies as it pleases. It did not flee far from Dragonstone as her familial home was a mile away from Driftmark itself. Eventually, Vermithor would have to return to rest. “And I’m sure he will return to Dragonstone when he deems it appropriate.” 
The lighthearted remark sparked some casual laughter from the table. A few lords shamelessly coughed between their coats while Hand to the King, Otto Hightower could only contemplate silently how to move the conversation to something more time-consuming. Rhaenyra has witnessed enough Council meetings to know that her father is restless. He never wanted to stay in the room for far too long before becoming disinterested in every political matter. What a dull position, she thought, to be the King of the Seven Kingdoms, you must abide by everyone's opinion and request. 
Rhaenyra traces her thumb around the handle of the pitcher. It’s glass and gold melded together. Its purity reflects wonderfully when she’s shown it to the light. As she strides around every seat of the table, the princess notices the little nuances each lord has. The old and cold pin of the Hand on Otto’s chest. The chainmail rings around Maester Mellos. And the rustic bronze rings Lord Corlys carried on his right hand. She recognizes why they are so distinctive now. 
“Nyra!”
It was like a bell went off in her mind when the Princess of Dragonstone blinked again. Now the Council meeting was left in their final moments. The doors that connected the room to the passive hallways opened, and flooded with the lords, one by one exiting. Well-mannered and poised was she when Rhaenyra placed the pitcher back onto the tabletop. Greeted by her father with a brief smile, she heard the sound of sweet nectar. Did you expect she did not hear you?
“Princess,” Rhaenyra laughs, coming down the stairs. You appeared eager to be near her, as you wrapped your arms tightly around her waist. A warm ache grows in her chest as Dragonstone’s darling caresses your shoulders, pushing you aback to see your face. “My you are eager this morrow.”
Your cheeks were plastered in rosy plums. Pink and delicate. As you burst into unfathomable joy at her proximity, you couldn’t contain your giddy blubbering. “I missed you! Is it so wrong to miss you?” She’d imagined your energy and heart beating simultaneously in the rhythm of a hummingbird. You were such a lively spirit, it complimented well with her own. Can she say that? 
She peers at you, fondly. As you were the most precious being one could ask for. If she could, Rhaenyra would shield you from every inconvenience and proposal your way. Even when you would become of age and pursued by your parents, she still would protect you from anyone who deemed you accessible. She brought both of her hands around your small one. They were adorned with rose-colored jewelry. Each is a colored gemstone to match your House colors. Rhaenyra slowly traces the flesh of your palm, “Of course not, Princess! It’s- I haven‘t seen you in so long,”
Your name is hollered and echoed against the looming halls you both stood in. She was sure for a moment, you two would be alone. A pang of discomfort flourishes in her throat when Rhaenyra becomes mute to the person to grab your attention. You, however, were deemed unbothered by it all, and held onto her grip tighter, and firmly, radiating heat and sweat. 
“There you are,” Your father, Lord Corlys groans in relief. It was evitable to find you lost around the castle, King’s Landing was a vast place. However, for how long you have visited, Rhaenyra depicts you knew the structure of it all and simply faked being clueless around. She saw it once. When you vaguely asked a guard where the library was to distract him, knowing you would be off avoiding your lessons with the Septa. She wishes she could chuckle out loud for that memory. “Do not get yourself carried away with the Princess, we have important matters to discuss with the King.” Your father seemed adamant about separating you from Rhaenyra, she recognizes. Which offends her greatly. You were a good friend and cousin. But more importantly, you were the only person to enjoy her company and mischief. 
For the longest time, the eldest daughter of King Viserys was lonely, not having anyone to relate to with her ancestral blood. The ladies in waiting were shy and polite. They were not her forte, Rhaenyra disliked how courtship worked. The daughter of the Hand, Alicent Hightower was a pleasant fresh air and surprise. When she had arrived at King's Landing years ago, Rhaenyra was rather avoidant of her. Now, they were good friends, only ever to be in each other's presence. Daemon, her uncle, is rarely seen nowadays. His position to the City Watch had in truth bothered and encouraged him to wreak more havoc with the townsfolk. She dismisses everyone clearly, anyone closest to her Targaryen bloodline is old or distant. 
But you, and your siblings, Laenor and Laena were much needed in the capitol. Your brother and sister visit rarely, they listen to your father and mother. On the other hand, you weren’t as uptight. As the youngest member of the Velaryon family, you had fewer expected duties compared to her and Alicent. Rhaenyra envied it truly, forever longing for your freedom. 
“Yes father,” You mope, an obvious frown on your lips when you depart from Rhaenyra’s side to your father. He stares at you with amused eyes, much contrast when he turns to her direction with a cold glare. It brings a chill down her spine as she quickly bows her head at the Master of Ships. She meant no offense. You did not notice the demeaning tension between your father and cousin. Because childishly, you excitedly tugged on Rhaenyra’s golden sleeves. “We’ll meet again soon, alright?” 
God, she can only smile at you. You were so sweet, endearing, and innocent. All traits she could find in any other lady. But you were much lively, more genuine than the girls she watched by the courtyard. They were pretentious and fickle. Alicent was also sweet and innocent. Innocent in the ways of adventure and courage. She was attached to duty and for that, Rhaenyra could not blame her. But for how much it mattered to her, she believed it to be an outrage. Out of everyone, you were just right.
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The next time you met Rhaenyra was unconventional. Somehow you managed to convince your father to journey beside him to King’s Landing once more to meet the King’s family. Corlys hardly shrugged, putting little effort to stop you from climbing aboard the Sea Snake. Under unfathomable moments, you were condemned to sail to the capitol to tell the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms the great news. The last islanders left behind were your mother, Rhaenys, and sister, Laena who waved at you, earnestly, honing her fond smile as your figure grew smaller and smaller. Your mother, the Queen who Never Was, stood warmly with her arms crossed, with a look of pride on her face. 
Yes, your mother was ecstatic about what you had accomplished. No other dragon rider besides The Old King, Jaehaerys could claim the beast, the Bronze Fury. Many attempted, and many failed. However, because of your efforts, create a sense of joy and relief in your mother’s eyes. Never would she imagine her youngest child to claim one of the largest dragons alive. Vermithor was an untamable beast with a feisty personality. Perhaps it takes likeness to your spirit and simply bonded. She would have to ask you again to recall how you did it. 
The walls of the grand castle were empty and welcoming. You felt adrenaline scorch through your veins when you climbed up the stairs of the grand hall. The exterior was glorious. You could holler and scream and it would echo throughout all the corridors like a never-ending chamber. You held a skittish smile, as you made your way up, placing one hand on the rails for support. You could hear your father’s voice echo behind. Careful, you mustn’t fall, my love!
Even if you dropped to the ground, you would immediately pull yourself up and climb the stairs again. It was how desperate you were to meet Rhaenyra. You desperately wanted to tell her! 
Across the royal chambers, Rhaenyra was lounging outside notably. She sat under the Weirwood tree at leisure with Alicent beside her with a book in hand. She read aloud one of its stories, a romantic tale of a Dornish princess. But the dragon princess barely paid mind to what the Hand’s daughter was reading, she was more in tune with the moving sky. The baby blue ocean from above and the fluffy clouds that looked like soft cushions. The Realm’s Delight longed to ride with Syrax, despite only returning from her morning ride. If she could live in the sky forever, Rhaenyra would want to. 
She spotted a few of the Kingsguards that patrolled stop in front of someone. It looked as though they were permitting passage but seconds later, she saw them nod in unison simultaneously. They cleared the path and there you were. Striding in happy and irregular steps with your flowy dress of blue seashells and gemstones. She is reminded each time of your wealth and beauty. Cool-toned colors were your style as there was no other pigment you dressed in confidently and proudly, Sometimes she wonders how you would look in crimson red and black. 
“Princess!” Alicent was the first to speak on your behavior. It was not every day to see you all of a sudden in King's Landing. After Lord Corlys’s many disagreements with the Council. he chose to be absent from court. This irritated King Viserys and the rest of the Council, knowing without their Master of Ships, their collaboration would be deemed incomplete. Nevertheless, your appearance would confirm that your father had once again returned to the capitol. “I didn’t expect to see you here!” The brown-haired princess gleams, shutting the book entirely, and rising to meet you in a short embrace. 
Your giddiness is affectionate. It makes Rhaenyra feel light and blissful of your unannounced arrival. “It is good to see you, my Lady!” You’re teasing, tightly wrapping your arms around Alicent before releasing with sweet laughter. Alicent snickers, as the highlights of her dimples flush in soft pales of the color rose. 
“I told you, Alicent is fine!” 
“I know!” The two of you seemed to be in your world whenever your visits happened. You would appear, and Alicent bursts excitement and jitteriness. Rhaenyra finds it amusing to watch it unfold. But for not witnessing your presence for so long, she rather feels a little hurt and apprehensive of your attachment to the Hand’s daughter. If your mere attendance brought such delight, then your words brought an abundance of warmth and tenderness. “Nyra!”
Finally, the Princess of Dragonstone looks up, feeling slightly closed off from your welcome. Yet when she lays her velvet eyes on you, she can’t help but feel you are forgiven. Your expression was gentle and serene. “Princess,” Your name feels light off her lips as it always did. You playfully roll your eyes before releasing your grip on Alicent to hold onto Rhaenyra’s hands. They were inviting and delicate. 
“I missed you,” You whine, dramatically, dragging out the last part as though you haven’t seen each other in months. When really, it has been less than a month. The most you have visited were a full three days, staying overnight in the guest's bedrooms. It was when your father had an important mission to relay with the lords he chose to stay longer. You, on the other hand, wanted a sleepover. And by now, you should have a bedroom, personalized for whenever you wish to come to visit. You have on many occasions to irk your father and mother’s minds.
“The last time we spoke you were whisked away by your father,” She scoffs lightly which earns a questionable raised brow from Alicent. Your expression does not falter at her offense. “even though you said we would meet again.” Petty and stubborn were the words you describe Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was rather protective and loyal to the people closest to her. You importantly, she greatly values you. And weeks ago, you promised her, however, things took a turn with your father and you had to abide. 
“And we have,” You grin, lovingly, holding her hands up to your chest. It was a subtle sign of an apology and care. You carried your promise, even if it had taken weeks to fulfill because of interpersonal matters. But you are here now, in front of her, your energetic personality never failing. “I have great news.” 
The silvery-haired princess seemed to take your understated gesture sincerely as she closed the gap between you two. Curiosity caught her gaze as her lavender orbs did not move away from your own. “Well, what is it?” Suddenly you’re aware you’ve kept a tight grip on Rhaenyra as she allowed you to trap both her hands. The close intimacy is acknowledged by you when you try not to break away your gaze from hers. Alicent seemed visibly bothered by it but you are not facing her to know. 
The wind whistles in anticipation, and the Weirwood tree heaves and blows the dead leaves off of its branches. The luscious green fields dance back and forth in little tiny unison. The scent of dirt and fresh mint is present. As you inhale deeply before revealing, “I claimed a dragon.” 
A moment of silence before a heaved gasp came from the Hightower princess. 
“Congratulations!” 
You can feel the butterflies float up to your chest when you see both of the girl's expressions in a state of happiness and revelation. You give an animated smile, “Thank you!”
“Are you joking?” You can see on Rhaenyra’s face, she is still in shock which morphs into pleasure and ecstasy. 
You shake your head enthusiastically, and repeatedly, shaking both you and the Princess in a hop. “No!”
“Oh thank the gods!” Your cousin blurts, embracing you in a well-deserved embrace. Her arms coil around your back with a squeeze. The encouragement both Rhaenyra and Alicent had given you was something you cherished dearly. For the longest time, you blame yourself for not being able to claim a dragon. No egg would hatch or a wild dragon would approach you. You studied and performed all the ways to encounter them. Yet none had prevailed and up until recently, you felt exasperated on the idea of bonding with a dragon. You were extremely jealous of Laenor and Rhaenyra for their impeccable bond. You and Laena longed for it for your entire lives, it made you moody and neglectful. 
Therefore their support had kept you least tolerable. Your mother and father were understanding and patient with your fits. Even King Viserys and Queen Aemma sometimes consoled you that one day you would claim a dragon. Whichever dragon you did not care for, you knew your companion was out there. 
“Which dragon did you claim?” The brunette girl comes to your side, eager and curious to know what of your new beast. 
“Yes, which one did you claim?” Your silver-haired cousin urges, shaking your hands back and forth. 
You felt like a bubble waiting to pop with excitement. You wanted all the streams and ribbons the castle could offer to be released for your accomplishment. You took a deep breath before letting out a slow exhale to calm your beating heart. “Vermithor.” 
In an instant, Rhaenyra’s face falls. “Vermithor.” 
“Yes, Vermithor!” You were blinded by the enthusiasm Alicent portrayed with her hands, clapping and squealing in awe at you. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
“Vermithor!” The Hand’s daughter takes your left hand and swirls her thumbs around your knuckles. “I’m so happy for you!” Again the call of your name is murmured frankly and in reverence. “One of the largest dragons alive in the world and you had claimed it!” 
Satisfaction filled your chest. Nothing could compare to the prideful looks your friends and family had for you on this day. It truly was something to celebrate something this spectacular. Not since Jaehaerys, your great grandfather rode the dragon. Your mother would surely want you to ride Vermithor immediately as he was still considered wild. But if Jaehaerys managed to tame the beast, you knew you could. 
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She could not explain it. Rhaenyra had always thought highly of you. She would disparage you out of anything. You were too pure for her frustration. What is she angry about? The princess could not explain. But whenever she passed the corridors of the Keep or the chambers of her mother’s ladies in waiting, she would hear the praise and compliments for your achievement. My, haven't you heard? The youngest daughter of Corlys Velaryon claimed Vermithor! The dragon King Jaehaerys rode! It must be fate. 
To what end was it fated? Dragons chose their riders. It was unclear how the bonds between rider and dragon existed but it was something genuine. So it shouldn’t confuse her when she sees you when on Driftmark, practicing to fly with the Bronze Fury. You struggled the first few times. She recalls those moments well, laughing and teasing you to no end of the amount of times you fell into the mud. Mounting on a dragon was a gradual adjustment. As she stared into the view of the ocean shore and deep gray-blue waters, you and your dragon were by the shorelines, attempting to be in sync with one another. A few feet from you was Rhaenys. As commanding and benevolent she was to you and not to her. 
Rhaenys Targaryen was quick-witted. She never had a great relationship with the Queen who Never Was. But in contrast, she was soft to you and held untainted remorse for her youngest child. Meleys was beside her rider, cooing and staring at you and Vermithor in inquiry. Much similar to her companion, Rhaenys said something Rhaenyra could not understand before watching you shake your head in disbelief. Vermithor was a grueling and deadly creature. The fact that you were young did not change its attention. It croaks and cranes its neck down for you to climb on its upper back. 
A saddle was neatly strapped on the beast. It must take ages to put on. Vermithor was known for his savage behavior. Yet if you were present with him, she deems he would have been docile to take care of. 
“Why are you pouting?” 
It was the late evening on Driftmark when she proposed a walk with you along the beach line. It was the many hobbies you both enjoyed in your homeland. Salt and sea were everywhere as opposed to her home, King’s Landing filled with endless brick walls and dust. The island is peaceful and serene when there are no fishing ships in the water. Rhaenyra can never be tired of the view and the sea salt air Driftmark supplies. It’s refreshing and so calm. 
“I’m not pouting.” The Princess of Dragonstone argues, her off tone marks it remarkable that her fickle state of mind. She should know better. You know her well, more than most of her maids and sometimes father. 
“You are,” The corners of your lips curve as you kick a few clumps of sand off the ground. “I’ve noticed since coming here, you’ve been…distant.” A personality all of your siblings share is your tenderness. Laena had a graceful heart and Laenor a compassionate one. Yours was resilient. You held onto things for far too long and you’re incredibly devoted to the people you love. You become easily attached to things, people, and the attention. Can she blame you? For a long time, you felt ridiculed and ashamed for your lack of a dragon. Your sadness must be more out of sympathy than Laena’s. By the time your sister claimed Vhagar, you were left as an outcast. 
The Realm’s Delights huffs, crossing her arms behind her back. “Seasick I suppose,” In truth, she never was seasick. Rhaenyra had traveled to Driftmark many times to be immune to the sickness. She knew it was a weak lie, one you would catch easily. But she did not like being confronted on whatever was on your mind. 
“Nonsense,” You jest, before stomping both your feet firmly into the brown sugar sand. Your stance makes the princess stop. “I know you dislike Vermithor.” 
She looks at you, astonished. “What?” 
You push further into the dirt until your heels are engulfed. “I can see it, Rhaenyra. You do not like him.”  Your assumption makes her head spin. Because in what world would she have any disregard against a dragon? Rhaenyra adored all dragons the same. They were a part of her family’s legacy. But she figures you must’ve seen her sometimes glare in the direction of your dragon to believe she had no love for the Bronze Fury. 
The silver-haired girl shakes her head. “No, it’s not that.” She did not want to explain this to you. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed at her feelings, Rhaenyra deems you unfit to hear such nonsense. “It’s more childish than that.”
Your head quirks sideways. You looked confused as your eyebrows rose as well. She can feel the winds pick up as the tides come toward you both. Its cold water brushes past your feet but you ignore it completely. “How so?” 
Must she explain at such a time? “I must admit, for the past few days, I’ve been feeling remorseful.” She quipped, finding the freezing chill of the sea comforting for this kind of conversation. “I’m sure you’ve seen me grow bitter, even resentful towards you and Vermithor. For that I apologize but- it’s a small feeling.” 
“You feel resentful towards me and Verm?” She can see your eyes flicker, as you contemplate and allow your mind to take in her words. Your loose hair is down, you’re gorgeous. Even in your night clothes and were of the absence of jewelry and pretty colors. 
“Was,” She reaffirms, unable to look you in the eye. Rhaenyra feels ashamed for feeling this way. She does not want to hurt your feelings. “The attention, the people, they spoke of you for days about what you have done, claiming King Jaehaerys dragon. All everyone wanted to do was talk about you and how you proved yourself to become the greatest rider.” The more she rambles, the hot tears flood her vision. She does not seem weak to you. She was spilling her truth to you, she had to let it out. 
You held a calm expression. “But I’m not the greatest rider,” Yes, you were not. Your bond was still young. You still struggled with communicating with Vermithor sometimes daily. How can you be considered the greatest even when you struggled to mount your dragon? 
“That is what the people say,” Accidently your cousin snaps but quickly regains her composure. She looks at her feet and the sand below. It was as if she pleaded for forgiveness. There is nothing to forgive, you’re angry. You’d say but she continues. “I was sick and tired of it all. Even my father spoke highly of you and it offended me. Why do I feel this way? I should be happy for you!” The mist around you clouds the floor. It’s sombrous and cool to touch. Everything Rhaenyra had held back was gone and it felt somewhat cathartic. She knows you must’ve felt hurt by her words, she was harsh.
She was afraid to touch you. But you did not care, gripping her forearm suddenly. Rhaenyra’s gaze finally breaks and stares at you, wide-eyed. Her tear-filled eyes shattered your heart, fully aware of her fragile condition. “I don’t blame you for what you feel, Rhaenyra. I too felt the same way when Laena claimed Vhagar, do you remember it? I was restless, unable to sleep at night - why couldn't I do what she had done.” The Princess of Dragonstone does not pull away from your grasp but simply gazes at your quivering lips. “I grew to be resentful of my sister. My heart grew dark and left people in danger. I regret feeling this way towards her now because of it. Do you understand?” 
The expression on your face said it all as she observed. The strained look flashed before you as you recounted the painful memories. In the days after Laena’s bond, you were cruel and cold. You spoke less to your family, ashamed and poisoned by jealousy. You would snap at the sailors more often and drive them into more dangerous scenarios to spite them. Your pettiness was revolting to watch, your father, Corlys growing instantly tired of your immature tantrums for something you could not control. He would cry out to you about how ignorant your actions were and then dismiss your privileges to sailing his ships. All while your mother felt she could do nothing to stop you in your frustration. She watched from a distance as her husband criticized you openly for your infuriating flaws, making it known to all you had gone too far. 
Slow but surely, when you stepped closer to her gave you the courage to tell her what needed to be heard. “I cannot change what you feel, but if you wish for me to leave, then please tell me.” You huffed in pain as your cold fingers traced along her arm and then moved to her hands. In some ways like this, you were fragile like porcelain. Sometimes Rhaenyra forgot you were younger than her. And now she felt like the childish one. 
“No, I—” She gulps, her fear evident. She didn't want to lose you as well. “Please don’t go.”
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Your eye-opening conversation marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life. Connecting with the Bronze Fury required some time to adapt to both yourself and those around you. As the newest rider, you felt the world embracing you. However, what you cherished most was the experience of riding. You hailed from Old Valyria, with the blood of the Dragon in your veins. Riding with Vermithor became a daily routine, a privilege you savored. It was the most incredible gift you could have received.
Rhaenyra slowly became accepting of it as well. You can tell by the way her lips curl when you mount off of your dragon, that she was proud of you. You were a dragon rider! Now, you and she could soar through the skies for eternity if you wished. It was a dream come true, and you were overjoyed that she had forgiven you.
When you were above the skies, it was breathtaking. No view from below could compare to the ones over the clouds. You admit now why you found Rhaenyra’s obsession with flying to be so addicting. It was. When you’re up there, it feels as though nothing matters but you and the pale blue heavens. Vermithor would always groan in his grumpy way to show affection. He enjoyed riding above, you’ve felt his calm heartbeat and knew he too felt as relaxed as you did. When Rhaenyra joined you, which was a regular occurrence, you two would race. Up and down the clouds, like both of you danced in between the midst.
She looked dashing in her rider’s uniform. Black leather, plastered to resemble dragon scales alongside matching gloves. You resembled a familiar approach, having bronze leather strapped all over to stimulate Vermithor’s charming scales. You reminisced that he even once nudged at you from behind as a sign of appreciation for it.
Vermithor, the ruthless wid dragon growing soft because of you. You always had your chance to mention it to him before riding as a reminder of your sincere relationship. As a rider and dragon, the two of you bonded over adventure and tricks. You loved exploring the faraway lands to only encourage the Bronze Fury more driven to fly. 
But there were also moments when you were reminded of how reckless you could be with him. On the morning of your uncle’s name day, you convinced Rhaenyra to fly out to the Estermount Sea, close to the Triarchy of Essos. At first, the princess urged you of the danger, the Triarchy were pirates who paraded in raiding others for fun. Additionally, they had been targets of your father’s ships, disrupting trade. Yet you dismissed her pleas and pursued with an eager grin. 
The first few moments entering the sea territory were quiet. Both of you were mindful of the harsh waves there and how foggy it was similar to the Stormlands. But Rhaenyra persisted with her worries when you wanted to challenge her to dive down close to the sea. 
“We shouldn’t be here!” Her lilac eyes were defined with anxiousness as the princess held her dragon’s reins tightly. However you were indifferent, all too casual in uncharted areas. 
“We’re fine! We’re high enough in the sky!” you shout, a broad grin stretching across your face as you gaze at the small islands of Essos below. They look both foreign and beautiful. You’ve never ventured this far from home before.
But that was the last moment of calm you experienced. Suddenly, a harpoon appeared out of nowhere, narrowly missing you and Vermithor by the shoulder. The weapon moved with such speed and force that you had no time to process what was happening. Rhaenyra saw it clearly—she watched as the massive arrow zipped past you, inches away from your body, before plunging into the sea below. Someone had attempted to attack you. The worst followed: the harpoon's impact sent you and Vermithor into a chaotic frenzy. You leaped as your dragon swerved violently, causing you to be thrown from your saddle. For a moment, your body was there, and then it wasn’t.
The princess screamed in desperation, urgently commanding Syrax to dive into the water in an attempt to catch your falling body. Your dragon was beside hers, plummeting and speeding towards the sea floor as you descended. With a whoosh, Vermithor swooped in at the last moment, grabbing you from a fatal plunge. His claws, though sharp, gripped you with surprising gentleness, and you stared in terror as he held you safely.
The memory was deeply distressing. Your hair was now disheveled and tangled from the fall. Tears streamed down your cheeks, leaving your skin glistening and drenched. Rhaenyra could only sob with relief, feeling utterly exhausted and wishing it were all just a nightmare. Yet it was all too real. She felt Syrax’s comforting purr in response to her discomfort. Her father and yours would have been shouting endlessly about this.
Despite everything, all she could remember was the devastated look on your face.
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It was madness. Jacaerys would tell her, her son parading around her room as they waited for all of the Targaryen bastards to arrive. Here she was, Rhaenyra Targaryen, in Dragonstone, pursuing the inevitable. The idea of recruiting Dragon Seeds was bizarre but what choice did she have? There was no one left in her family who could claim one. Distant Houses with the blood of Valyria were risky. She had to sacrifice one of her knights to do it. Perhaps this was the only way to win the war. 
Years without your presence brought Rhaenyra sorrow and time to reflect on herself. It had been long since she was gifted to speak your name so openly. Everyone knew of her relationship with you. The princess cherished you deeply and with your absence, left the Realm soulfully longing. Rhaenys despises her because of it. She wondered if part of the princess's resentment was directly tied towards you or the fact she was given the title of heir or both. Yet after Alicent’s son had taken her throne, Rhaenys stood by her side, as did her husband. 
Meeting all of the Targaryen bastards was daunting at first. Rhaenyra knew many infidelities were common for any lord to allow their seed to spread. To witness so many of them in a room made her all the more encouraged to believe her plan would succeed. It must, it should. She could feel all of their eyes focus entirely on her like a beacon of hope. They believed what they were doing was right to protect the realm. And for that, she will use it to attain. 
The Dragonpit had never felt so cold or so secure. It was secluded within a murky cave, miles tall and wide. It’s humid, water drips everywhere as the Black Queen strides down onto the platform where the dragon would be summoned. Forty or so Dragon Seeds followed her, paranoid and trembling about what was to come. She would have to believe in the gods, Rhaenyra sighed. If there is a strategy better than this, she would take it. But Alicent’s son had taken something from her by force and for that, she could not comply. 
“Come forward, Vermithor.” Her accent revealed her fluency in the High Vayrlian language. Rhaenyra readied herself for the beast. Seconds of silence loomed over all those in the Dragonpit like a neverending time bomb. The wait was excruciating yet the inevitable was daunting to witness. Out of the shadows comes a growl, which causes a few of the Dragon seeds to slightly panic. But the Queen knew better. And Vermithor as well.
He looms, towering over the cockpit like a living nightmare. His crooked teeth glowed an intimidating appearance for all, and the simmer of his bronze scales shined. “Obey! Stay calm, Vermithor!” Commanded by Rhaenyra as she stares up at the beast, unafraid. She holds an imposing scowl before witnessing the Bronze Fury lower his snout. The Black Queen reaches out of her hand, cautiously and slowly. 
Her hand makes contact with his snout and calmly Rhaenyra recognizes the sense of calm Vermithor had with her whenever you were around. It felt as though he resembled your presence and familiarity. This intuition puts a warm smile on her face. 
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filmsmakkari · 4 months ago
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the tale of a princess and her fair lady
rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon!reader
Summary: The daughter of House Velaryon makes a promise to her princess
CW: None!
A/N- I have not written and published a fanfiction since I was 14... bare with and pray for me.
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The chamber was silent as a young girl with silver hair knelt before hundreds of candles beneath the stained-glass windows of the starry sept. Though she had never been a believer in gods and myths before, her love and worry filled her so deeply at present that she was brought to her knees in prayer.
Lady (Y/N) of House Velaryon had been in love with Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen for the better half of a year. They’d known each other since childhood and had always been quite close. Being the only two daughters of the great Valyrian houses in the Red Keep, they’d always felt that no one could understand them as well as each other. Their relationship, which had always toed the line between platonic and romantic, had turned into an unadulterated love affair the day Rhaenyra realized that her disdain for marriage to a man had never truly been about marriage, but more so the man.
Ever since, (Y/N) and Rhaenyra had been living in pure bliss, catching each other’s eye, walking with linked arms in public, and worshiping each other’s bodies during those private moments brought on by the cover of night. In recent days, however, the girls have been slightly at odds with each other, as (Y/N)’s parents have posed a potential marriage between Lady (Y/N) and King Viserys to strengthen the realm. Rhaenyra had hardly been able to look at her lover as she could soon become her stepmother, and she didn’t want it to be more painful by prolonging their relationship until the moment (Y/N) stood at the altar.
On this day, the 13th of the eighth moon, the princess had taken a most dangerous risk in flying to her family’s seat of power, Dragonstone, to subdue her wretched uncle Daemon, who had been squatting there for a year and who had just stolen a dragon egg for his unborn bastard child. (Y/N) had gotten wind of these plans and miraculously arrived at the dragonpit just before Rhaenyra took flight. (Y/N) had implored her princess to be safe, telling her that she would not know what to do if anything happened to her. Rhaenyra, overcome by the love and emotion she had been repressing, could not think of anything else to do but cup (Y/N)'s cheeks and pull her into a kiss. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock for a moment, but she quickly got over it, placing her hand on Rhaenyra’s cheek and wrapping her free arm around her waist.
How lovely that kiss was, (Y/N) sighed, remembering it. Rhaenyra had left after their lips broke, and (Y/N) had been in the sept worrying ever since. Eyes closed, she murmured promises to the seven that she would never sin again if Rhaenyra was protected.
Upon hearing a familiar voice softly calling her name, (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open. She quickly turned her head to see none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her princess. The purest love in her life. Her everything.
(Y/N) ran to her lover, immediately cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. Rhaenyra met (Y/N) with the same passion, grabbing her tightly by her waist and pulling her closer. 
Two dragons burning together under the midnight sky. 
The kiss communicated everything they had been too afraid to say. “I’m sorry.” “I miss you.” “I need you.” “I love you.”
The two girls finally broke apart for air, giggling shyly in the throes of their young love. 
Suddenly serious, Rhaenyra looked deeply into (Y/N)’s eyes. A pure shade of violet only found in those with the true blood of Old Valyria, with little flecks of blue- a trait passed down from her seafaring ancestors. She then scanned (Y/N)’s entire body, her shimmering silver hair, braided at the top, loosening into long coils past her backside—the curves of her breasts and hips, the softness of her hands, and the way her brown skin shone in the moonlight.
“A true Valyrian goddess, you are,” she said.
(Y/N) looked down shyly at the compliment. Rhaenyra lifted (Y/N)’s chin with her finger and stepped closer, leaning her forehead against hers. A moment of sweetness and intimacy. 
“Kivio naejot sagon rūsīr issa va moriot,” Rhaenyra said quietly. “Dōrī jorrāelagon mirre tolie hae ao jorrāelagon issa.”
Swear to be with me always. Never love any other as you love me.
(Y/N) exhaled. “Oh, issa dārilaros. Nyke kivio, jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī."
Oh, my princess. I swear, by the old gods and the new.
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goddessofvalyria · 3 months ago
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OBSESSION | Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc
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Summary: Alysanne Velaryon is Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong's daughter, like her brothers she have brown hair and purple eyes. Aemond Targaryen, hate the princess calling her "bastard". He hate Alysanne so much that in fact, he's secretly obsessing over her. The beauty of princess Alysanne is un matched, she is smart and fierce, certainly not a regular princess.
TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Alysanne Velaryon with brown hair and purple eyes (she is Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong's daughter), oral (f receiving), fingering, SMUT, sexual tension, sex, sex, sex, Aemond hating bastards but then obsessing over his niece, targcest (he is the uncle, she is the niece).
English is not my first language, be kind <3
This is my Masterlist
Words: 4285
Princess Alysanne Velaryon, the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Harwin Strong, is a striking figure in the court, with her brown hair—a notable trait from her Strong lineage—framing her face, and her vivid purple eyes—a mark of her Targaryen heritage—captivating everyone around her. She stands out not only for her unmatched beauty but also for her intelligence and fierce spirit, qualities that set her apart from the typical princess.
Despite her strength and grace, Alysanne faces constant scorn from Aemond Targaryen, who is relentless in his derision, labeling her a "bastard." His uncle outward hostility, however, masks a darker truth: Aemond is secretly obsessed with his niece. His fixation on her beauty and strength consumes him, leading to a twisted form of hatred fueled by unacknowledged desire. While Alysanne remains steadfast, refusing to let Aemond's venomous words affect her, his obsession only grows, creating a dangerous undercurrent in the court's already tense atmosphere.
The tension between Aemond Targaryen and Princess Alysanne Velaryon reaches a boiling point in the grand hall of the Red Keep. Aemond, with his one good eye gleaming with malice, sneers at Alysanne as they cross paths. His voice drips with venom as he spits out, "You truly think yourself a princess, don't you? But you're nothing more than a bastard, like your brothers. A stain on the Targaryen name."
Alysanne, with her chin held high, refuses to let the insult slide. Her purple eyes blaze with fury as she steps closer to Aemond. The court falls silent, all eyes on the two. "Say that again," she challenges, her voice low and dangerous.
Aemond, ever the provocateur, leans in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Bastard" he repeats, almost as if daring her.
Without a second thought, Alysanne's hand flies up, striking Aemond hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoes through the hall, leaving the onlookers in stunned silence. Aemond's head snaps to the side, his cheek stinging from the blow. He turns back to her, his only eye dark with a mix of rage and something deeper, something more twisted.
But Alysanne doesn't flinch. She stands her ground, her gaze unwavering as she meets Aemond's glare. "I will not be disrespected by the likes of you," she declares, her voice ringing with authority. “Pathetic cripple.”
Aemond’s hand twitches, as if he’s contemplating retaliation, but instead, he simply narrows his eye, his jaw clenched. The obsession within him simmers, a dark seed planted even deeper by her defiance. 
Alysanne, having made her point, turns on her heel and walks away, leaving Aemond standing there, both humiliated and captivated by the fierce princess who dared to strike a Targaryen.
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Late at night, the Red Keep is shrouded in an eerie silence, its halls dimly lit by flickering torches. Princess Alysanne Velaryon, having spent hours lost in the pages of ancient tomes, finally leaves the library with a stack of books cradled in her arms. The quiet is comforting, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere of the court during the day. 
As she makes her way through the winding corridors, Alysanne can't shake the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle with unease, and her pace quickens instinctively. She glances over her shoulder, and that's when she sees him—Aemond Targaryen, trailing her silently through the shadows.
Alysanne’s heart pounds in her chest, fear creeping up her spine, but she refuses to let it control her. She grips the books tighter, her knuckles white, as she hurries toward the safety of her chambers. The echo of Aemond’s footsteps follows her, deliberate and slow, almost as if he's savoring her fear.
Finally, she reaches her chambers, her breath ragged as she pushes the heavy door open. She steps inside, the door creaking shut behind her. She fumbles with the lock, her hands trembling slightly, and with a relieved sigh, she finally turns the key, securing herself inside. 
But when she turns around, her relief turns to horror. Aemond is already there, standing just a few feet away from her. His presence is menacing, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. He leans casually against the wall, a sadistic smile curling his lips as his one good eye fixes on her.
"Did you think you could escape me, bastard?" Aemond's voice is a low murmur, dripping with a twisted satisfaction. He takes a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "You’re not as clever as you think."
Alysanne's fear is palpable, but she stands her ground, refusing to cower. "What do you want from me, uncle?" she demands, her voice steady despite the terror gnawing at her insides.
Aemond’s smile widens, a dangerous glint in his eye. "To remind you of your place" he whispers, his voice almost gentle, but with a darkness that sends a shiver down her spine. 
Alysanne doesn't back away, though every instinct tells her to run. "My place is not for you to decide," she retorts, her voice laced with defiance. She may be scared, but she will not be intimidated.
The tension between them is thick, the air heavy with unspoken threats and desires. Aemond's smile fades slightly as he realizes she won’t break easily. He takes one last lingering look at her before turning on his heel and leaving her chambers, the door closing softly behind him.
Alysanne is left standing alone, the fear slowly ebbing away, replaced by a resolve as strong as steel. She knows this isn’t the last time Aemond will try to frighten her, but she is determined not to let him win.
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Over the following days, Aemond Targaryen's obsession with his niece, Alysanne Velaryon, deepens. He watches her from the shadows, his gaze never straying far from her. Whether in the halls of the Red Keep, during meals, or even in the quiet moments she steals in the gardens, Aemond is always there, lurking just out of sight. His presence is a constant weight, pressing down on her, though he never approaches—until the fifth night.
Alysanne, seeking solace in the library once again, retreats to her usual spot among the dusty shelves. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the room as she immerses herself in her books, trying to lose herself in their words and escape the unsettling feeling that has haunted her for days. But tonight, she is not alone.
Aemond slips into the library silently, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound barely registers in the quiet of the room, but when Alysanne glances up, her heart skips a beat. There he is, his figure illuminated by the dim light, his expression unreadable. She rises from her seat, her instincts screaming at her to leave, but before she can move, Aemond strides forward and turns the key in the lock, trapping them both inside.
"Aemond, what are you doing?" Alysanne demands, trying to keep her voice steady. Her pulse races as she watches him approach, a dangerous intensity in his eyes.
"We need to talk, niece" Aemond replies, his voice calm, but with an undercurrent of something darker. He moves closer, and Alysanne takes a step back, her back brushing against the table behind her. "I'm tired of watching you from afar."
"I have nothing to say to you" Alysanne snaps, her fear giving way to anger. "Unlock the door, Aemond."
But Aemond shakes his head, his gaze locking onto hers. "No" he says firmly. "Not until you listen."
Alysanne's frustration flares. "You think you can intimidate me? I won't be bullied by you, Aemond. I am not yours to control."
Her defiance only seems to fuel him. His lips curl into a smirk as he steps even closer, his presence overwhelming. "You always were stubborn" he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a twisted admiration. "But I think we both know this isn't just about control."
Before Alysanne can respond, Aemond closes the distance between them in a single, swift movement. "Did they tell you that you are beautiful, bastard?" he take a lock of her brown hair in his hands. "You should have no rights, because you are not a true Targaryen or a true Velaryon" he teases her. "And you? You let my little brother put out your eye, you are not capable of defend youself, Aemond. Pathetic weak cripple"
"How do you called me; princess Strong?" he try to humiliate her. "Cripple" she repeats brave. "It's time that the cripple shows you, how to a bastard shall be treat"
His hand reaches out, gripping her chin, and before she can push him away, he crushes his lips against hers in a rough, possessive kiss.
Alysanne’s body tenses, her mind reeling as she struggles to comprehend what’s happening. The kiss is forceful, filled with a desperate intensity that borders on violence. She tries to push him away, her hands pressing against his chest, but Aemond's grip only tightens as he pulls her closer.
For a moment, Alysanne is overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and something else she can't quite place. But then, with a surge of strength, she shoves Aemond away, breaking the kiss. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she wipes her lips.
After the kiss, Aemond grabs her neck with his left hand and turns her over with his other left hand. Her back against his chest, her forehead resting on the shelves of the library.
"Bastards..." he whispers. "They do not deserve a place at court, they should all be killed." He grabs her by the hair. "They stain the blood of the noble houses." Aemond breathes in the perfume in her hair, Alysanne's breathing is heavy. The one-eyed prince looks down on her, she does not tremble, she is not afraid. In a moment of weakness, Alysanne turns and grabs Aemond by the jacket, slamming him against the other shelf containing the books. 
"Call me a bastard one more time and I swear to the gods that I will gouge out your other eye and make you blind, Aemond Targaryen" her voice is furious, the princess pulls the dagger from the prince's belt and points it at his chest. "You understand me or maybe I should repeat myself" Aemond looks at her, seeing her so furious and with all her attentions directed towards him... in a way, it excites him.
The little bastard he has always mocked, has eyes only for him. The same princess that the Lords talk about for her priceless beauty and courage, defined as the most beautiful of all by the Red Keep has eyes only for her uncle. "Watch your words, Alysanne" he tries to take away her weapon from her hands. 
Aemond’s rough kiss catches Alysanne off guard, and for a split second, she’s frozen, her mind struggling to process the sudden, intense assault of emotions. But as his grip tightens around her, instinct kicks in, and she tries to push him away. However, Aemond is relentless.
With a determined strength, he lifts her off her feet as if she weighs nothing, and in one swift motion, he sets her down on the table behind her. The ancient wood creaks under her weight, the books she had been reading scattering to the floor as she lands. Alysanne’s heart races, a mix of fear, fury, and confusion swirling inside her.
"Aemond, uncle!" she cries out, her voice a mixture of anger and desperation. She struggles against him, her hands pressing against his chest, but Aemond's hold on her is firm, his expression one of grim determination.
He hovers over her, his breath ragged, eyes dark with a mix of emotions that she can’t fully read—obsession, anger, and something far more dangerous. "Why do you resist me?" he hisses, his voice low and intense. "You know there's more between us than just blood."
Alysanne’s purple eyes blaze with defiance as she glares up at him. "This isn’t right, Aemond" she snaps, her voice laced with fury.
Aemond's grip on her softens slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. His face inches closer to hers, his gaze locked on her eyes, searching for something—understanding, perhaps, or maybe submission. But Alysanne refuses to give in, her will as strong as ever despite the fear gripping her heart
His lips brush against hers again, this time slower, as if testing the waters, but Alysanne turns her face away, her breathing heavy with both anger and fear. "Let me go" she demands, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain strong.
Aemond pauses, his breath hot against her skin, and for a moment, it seems as though he might relent. But then, with a frustrated growl, he pulls back slightly, his hands still resting on either side of her on the table, caging her in.
"Why do you fight me, Alysanne?" he whispers, his voice almost pleading now, but with an edge of anger that hasn’t quite disappeared. "I see the way you look at me. I know there's something there."
Alysanne meets his gaze, her purple eyes blazing with defiance. "You don't know me at all, uncle" she retorts, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "What you see is your own twisted obsession, nothing more."
Aemond’s expression hardens, the brief vulnerability in his eyes replaced by a cold resolve. He steps back, finally releasing her, but the tension between them remains thick and suffocating. "You can tell yourself that all you want," he says quietly, his tone dangerous. "But this isn't over, Alysanne. Not by a long shot."
Alysanne Velaryon, shaken but resolute, watches as Aemond steps back from her. As she catches her breath, a new thought crosses her mind. She realizes that if she is to maintain control over this dangerous game Aemond has begun, she might need to play it his way—at least for now. 
Alysanne's expression shifts, her defiance morphing into something more calculated. She knows Aemond thrives on control, on seeing her struggle, but what if she took that satisfaction away from him? What if she turned the tables?
Slowly, she lets her lips curl into a small, almost teasing smile. "You’re right, Aemond" she says softly, her voice laced with a sultry undertone that surprises even herself. "This isn’t over. But perhaps it doesn’t have to be a battle."
Aemond, who had begun to turn away, freezes. He turns back to her, his expression wary, yet intrigued. "What are you playing at, Alysanne?" he asks, his voice suspicious but laced with curiosity.
Alysanne slides off the table, her movements graceful and deliberate. She takes a step closer to him, her eyes locked onto his. "Maybe you’ve been looking at this all wrong," she murmurs, her voice a soft purr. "You think you know me, think you can break me—but what if I’ve been playing you all along?"
Aemond’s eye narrows as he studies her, trying to gauge whether she’s bluffing or if there’s truth in her words. Alysanne can see the doubt flicker in his gaze, but she presses on, leaning in slightly, just enough to unsettle him.
"You’ve been watching me for days, haven’t you?" she continues, her tone now almost mocking. "Obsessing over what you can’t have. But did you ever stop to wonder if I was letting you watch? If I wanted you to?" 
Aemond’s jaw tightens, and Alysanne knows she’s hit a nerve. The power dynamic between them shifts subtly as she sees the uncertainty in his eyes.
She moves even closer, until they’re almost touching, her breath warm against his skin. "Perhaps I’ve been playing with you, letting you think you had the upper hand," she whispers, her voice dripping with provocation. "But what if it’s you who’s been caught in my web, Aemond? What if you’re the one who’s been ensnared by me?"
Aemond’s gaze darkens, a mix of anger, desire, and confusion swirling within him. He’s torn between wanting to assert his dominance and the unsettling realization that Alysanne might be more cunning than he gave her credit for.
"You think you can play with me?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I’m some pawn in your little game?"
Alysanne shrugs lightly, her smile never wavering. "Maybe I am. Or maybe we’re both pawns in a game neither of us fully understands. But isn’t that what makes it interesting?"
She watches as Aemond’s anger simmers beneath the surface, but she can also see the effect her words are having on him. His obsession with her is undeniable, and now she’s made him question everything. It’s a dangerous gamble, but one she’s willing to take.
Aemond steps closer, his face inches from hers, and for a moment, the tension between them crackles with electricity. "You’re playing with fire, Alysanne" he warns, his voice a rough whisper. "And you might just get burned."
Alysanne tilts her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with defiance. "Perhaps. But aren’t you curious to see how it plays out?"
For a long moment, they stand there, locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to back down. Then, without warning, Aemond captures her lips in another rough, passionate kiss, but this time Alysanne doesn’t resist. Instead, she responds with equal fervor, her hands gripping his tunic as she pulls him closer.
The kiss is fierce, filled with the heat of their mutual defiance and the undercurrents of a twisted desire neither of them fully understands. Alysanne knows she’s walking a dangerous line, but she’s determined to show Aemond that she won’t be intimidated, that she can play this game just as well as he can.
When they finally break apart, both of them are breathless, their faces flushed with a mix of anger and something more primal. Alysanne’s smile is still there, though now it’s edged with a challenge.
"You see, Aemond" she says softly, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "You’re not the only one who knows how to play the game."
Aemond stares at her, his expression unreadable, but Alysanne can see the conflict in his eyes. He’s captivated by her, even if he won’t admit it. And for the first time, Alysanne feels a sliver of control in their twisted, dangerous dance.
Aemond looks at her, kisses her again ferociously, Alysanne kisses him back and the prince grabs the laces of her dress on the back, begins to undress her voraciously and she reciprocates with the same ferocity. He throws the dress to the floor, leaving her in her slip dress. In his eyes the princess is beautiful, her body is like a magnet. Alysanne looks at him pleased, brings her hands to his chest unbuttoning his jacket.
"Uncle, if you wanted to fuck me you had only to ask" she replies resolutely. "I am here, your favorite bastard" she provokes him, his jacket falls to the floor and Alysanne bites her lower lip when her uncle takes off his shirt. He has a hard, toned chest, well-defined muscles and his v-line falls markedly to the edge of his trousers. His arms are muscular, his skin smooth.
"Because I really want to get fucked by you, uncle" she teases him, her hands go down her slip dress and she is naked and exposed to him.
Sitting on the table, her body framed by her long brown hair. "Mh?" she looks at him, grabs him by the waistband of his pants, unrestrained by Aemond's masculinity, and pulls him closer. "Now I understand your obsession with me, uncle"
Alysanne slips a hand into his pants, caresses his hard, ready cock. "Do you hate bastards, or do they turn you on, uncle?" she teases him, but Aemond grabs her by the neck and makes her lie down on the table. "I'm just showing you how your kind should be treated, niece."
Alysanne leans in to kiss him and at the same time, Aemond slides two fingers between her thighs, invading her. "Uncle" she whispers, gripping the table with her hands. "Oh Gods!" she moans as she feels Aemond's fingers push inside her, deeper and deeper into her moist, wet folds. "I won't give you what you want, you'll have to suffer for it" he teases, circling her clit with his thumb and moving it slowly.
She's so hot, wet, tight. He wants to cum inside her, but she won't let him win. Aemond kneels in front of the table, spreads her legs and casually slides his tongue inside her and grabs her hips to hold you down. Alysane's body moves almost automatically, as if you're no longer in control. Aemond knew it wouldn't last long, she was so sensitive and he was sure his dear niece was fighting against reason and pleasure, feeling balanced between them. The princess moans her uncle's name, his hands threading through her hair and just when she's about to come, Aemond stands up leaving her unsatisfied and denying her orgasm.
Standing in front of her, pathetically aroused, he kisses her on the lips once more. "Your taste is divine, bastard" he taunts her, Alysanne grabs him with her legs pulling him closer. Aemond pulls down his pants, grabs his cock by the base, letting his tip rub against her folds. "You're pathetic, niece" he whispers smearing his precum on her womanhood. "You want to be fucked without any morals" he continues, she's so aroused that she's dripping from her folds, she just wants to have her uncle inside her.
"It's the first time" she whispers almost vulnerable. “I didn’t think we’d go this far, uncle” she continues, looking up at him. Aemond smiles devilishly. “You’re ready” he reassures her. “But you should see how fucking wet you are for me, for your prince” a smirk forms on his face. “Uncle,” Alysanne whispers, feeling his length rub against her clit. “Ruin ​​me” she orders, Aemond slides in, letting out a loud moan as he does so, slowly burying his cock inside her, until he can feel your cervix with his tip.
Alysanne moans, the pleasure slowly consuming her and he’s so fucking big and invasive. Aemond buried inside her can’t hold back any longer and starts to push into her, he looks down at where they join and sees his shaft stained with her blood. He feels victorious, he’s managed to silence her. Alysanne moans and squeezes her breast with her hand, Aemond lowers himself on her and while he continues to fuck her he takes her nipple between his lips. They both don't give a damn if anyone hears them, in fact Alysanne herself is excited just thinking about it. The sounds of their moans and their skin rubbing together break her into a thousand pieces. Aemond pushes inside her fiercely, he hears her panting and calling his name. He grabs her waist as if to hold her still, the few books and scrolls on the table fall to the floor and Alysanne feels close to her first orgasm.
"Uncle" she moans, Aemond feels her tighten around his cock, her legs are shaking, her body is sweaty. Alysanne looks at him, both lost in pleasure, Aemond finds himself giving her the last thrusts. They come together, Alysanne explodes around him, Aemond fills her with his seed, making it drip out of her folds.
"Niece, my little bastard" he whispers kissing her on the lips, the princess responds to the kiss and with her leg holds him still inside her. "I think I like you uncle" she says provocatively. "Or rather, the way you fuck me" Aemond still inside her, lying on her body he feels at peace.
"Uncle" she murmurs calling him.
"If I were promised to you, would you marry me?" the princess asks. "I want you to answer" she orders. Aemond's thoughts are confused: she is a bastard, she has Strong blood in her veins... and yet that body has driven him mad. "Why do you ask me, niece?" Aemond asks. "I heard my mother talking to the king about it" Alysanne replies. "I think she'll make it official tomorrow," she whispers again.
Aemond pulls away from her and she groans, feeling empty. "Start getting used to me" he warns her, taking her hands and helping her sit on the table. "It looks like you're going to be my wife, my dear niece" a smirk spreads across his face.
Aemond, in Alysanne's eyes... is truly a singular man and that's what makes him beautiful. "I'm sorry I called you a cripple," he whispers. "You'll have a reason to apologize, my niece," he moves closer to her, placing himself between her legs.
"We've fucked and you're surely pregnant" he whispers against her lips. "You'll give me a son or a daughter" he continues, starting the kiss. "And you'll fuck me and give me more," she opens her lips, deepening the kiss and matching his freaks.
"I think I want to marry you, uncle," she teases. "I think you have no choice, niece." Aemond grabs her by the neck gently.
"Truce?" Alysanne whispers in a question. "Truce" Aemond answer.
"I saw your game, uncle" she whispers. "And I think I've won," she murmurs against his lips.
"Your obsession has consumed you and now... look at you: completely obsessed by me and my body, Gods, how pathetic you are..." she smirks. "Look at us."
Around them, the table and the floor beneath were such a mess.
"I provoked you to do exactly that, uncle," she murmurs coaxingly. "You are the only one who would go this far for me" she wraps her arms around his neck.
"And now you are mine" she smiles against his lips, kissing him possessively.
Aemond kisses her back, gripping her thighs and sliding into her once more.
The princess is his.
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Fire and Salt Season Two
Aemond: I wonder if YN has received my letter.
Aemond’s letter: “Babe… I’m so sorry I killed your brother. But I’m also not. Don’t be sad you’re so hot. We should marry to make you happy again.”
YN: I fucking hate this guy… and myself… gods I wish I was dead…
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Aemond X Velaryon!Reader: An olive branch
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Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, talks of marriage, fluff, no use of y/n, female reader, incest ( because its hotd so of course), Velaryon reader, not proofread.
Word count: 2K
You watch Aemond move, his sword singing gracefully as he practices his fight moves. You hear Helaena  hum to the twins causing you to turn to face her. A small smile appears on your lips as you watch the children play. Heleana looks up at you suddenly, her eyes moving over your face before smiling at you.
“What is it?”
“I’m excited.”
“Whatever about?”
“The wedding of course.”
You didn’t know about any wedding that was to take place soon. You eyed Helaena ’s handmaidens curiously seeing the way they looked around with odd expressions. You’d been raised alongside Heleana's all your life and unlike your brothers you had developed a friendship with your aunt. People often judged her words, believing she was mad, but you always tried your best to understand her. Even so there were moments where you simply couldn’t make out what she was talking about.
“I think you're confused, your grace. I don’t think there are any weddings to be celebrated soon.”
“Not yet but there will be.”
Before you could ask what she meant Aegon burst through the doors. You rose for your seat excusing yourself from the room. You exited the doors not realizing someone was in front of you until you collided with them. Your body stumbled backwards losing its balance but before you could fall a hand wrapped around your waist, holding you upright. Your eyes found Aemonds, mouth opening slightly as his gaze penetrated you.
“Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You could feel the heat of Aemond’s palm on your waist, causing your cheeks to heat up. You’d always had a soft spot for Aemond who, unlike his brother, had always shown you kindness. Well, as much kindness as he could give to the bastard daughter of his sister. Your family was complicated but you always tried your hardest to get along with everyone. You did it for your mothers sake, knowing  she had had to deal with a lot during her life. There was one small issue however. A secret you’ve kept hidden for years. Over the years you’d developed a somewhat overbearing desire for Aemond. You had thought it was merely because you'd become older and your body longed for pleasure but you realize you only ever felt flushed around the older Targaryen.
Your gaze would linger on Aemonds frame whenever he was in the room, your eyes falling on his long hair and strong features. You knew you would have to marry one day, your brothers had already been promised to their future wives but your mother had yet to suggest a husband for you. As the tensions rose in the household you couldn’t help but think that perhaps an alliance was overdue. And what better way to secure an alliance than through marriage? But you never brought it up, keeping your thoughts concealed form everyone. 
Well, almost everyone.
Helena knew of your thoughts. She was the only one you had confided in. You’d done so because you felt like you could trust her and because you needed to get the idea off your mind before it consumed you entirely. You never expected her to tell anyone and even if she did you assumed they wouldn’t believe you. 
You’d been wrong.
Aemond stared at you, his touch lingering on your body even after it was clear you had regained your balance. He often caught you glancing in his direction but he never thought much off it. He’d been teased his entire life and he knew his eye made people curious so he always assumed you were looking at him in judgment. It was only when Heleana told him of what you’d said to her that he realized he’d been completely wrong. You weren’t looking at him in disgust but rather in a longing manner. He couldn't seem to get the thought out of his head. You’d grown to be a beautiful woman and you were strong like him. In a lot of ways you two would make a wonderful match.  But he knew if he wanted this to work the way you’d thought he’d have to move fast. 
“Aemond.”
Your voice called him back to reality, lips pursing as he finally released your body. He gave you a small smile, his lips becoming a thin line as he did. He was always so shy looking when he was around you. It was a lot different from how he looked when he was training. You moved your hands over your dress, trying to straighten out the fabric. 
“Is that new?”
“Oh. Yes it is. I thought it’d be nice to wear something different for dinner. Does it please you?”
Aemonds brows furrowed at your questions. Why did you care about what he thought of your clothes? But then he caught sight of the way you looked at him. Like a small girl waiting for approval. He couldn’t help but smile at your delicate nature.
“It's beautiful. Just as you are.”
Aegon's voice rang through the halls as he called out for his brother. Aemond bowed his head to you slightly before making his way towards the door you stepped out of a couple of moments prior. Before entering he turned to look at you once more.
“See you at dinner.”
You nodded at him, watching as he entered the room before you began rushing down the hall. You walked fast through the castle, desperately trying to get to your chambers. You suddenly felt the need for a bath. 
Hours later you make your way down to the dining room, your dress trailing behind you. You walked into the room being greeted by the sight of your family. Your mother smiled at you as you made your way towards your seat. She placed a kiss on your head, her hand moving to grasp yours beneath the table. You leaned into your mothers caresses, closing your eyes.
Aemond observed the exchange from the other side of the table, a bitterness filling him. Rhaenyra was always gentle with her children, showering them with love at every opportunity. Aemond couldn’t help but feel jealous. The feeling faded a bit when he remembered what he had planned for tonight. If everything went well soon it would be him who held onto your hand. 
The dinner went on as it usually did, an eerie feeling surrounding the table you feasted on. That was how it always was with your family, one never knew when a fight might break out. Music filled the room causing your brother to rise from his seat. You watched Jace make his way to your mother, offering her his hand. She took it, allowing him to guide her into a dance. Heleana eyed Aegon, awaiting him to invite her to dance as well but he was far too focused on the ale in his cup to notice. You gave Heleana a sympathetic look.
“May I have this dance?”
You’d been so focused in observing the others that you hadn’t noticed Aemond make his way over to you. He stood beside you, his hand outstretched in invitation. You looked up at him in surprise for a moment before getting up from your seat and taking his hand. He led you to where your mother and brother were. You caught the way your mother gazed at Aemond curiously. But soon enough the only thing you could see was Aemond. He took the lead, guiding you through the dance effortlessly. His movements were perfect and precise while yours were fluid and natural. A perfect contrast to each other. Once you were finished Aemond turned to face the table, his hand grasping yours. 
“I have an announcement to make.”
The older members of the family eyed Aemond, trying to figure out what he was about to do. You prayed he was not about to do something stupid. You couldn’t handle a fight tonight. To your surprise, and to everyone else's, Aemond turned to look at your mother. 
“I would like your daughter's hand in marriage.”
Alicent lifted off her chair slightly, looking at her son with wide eyes. That was the moment that it became clear to you that Aemond had decided this by himself, he had not been guided to take action. He was doing this because he wanted to. Your mother hesitated for a moment before her eyes moved to look at your face. You knew what marrying Aemond would mean. You knew the consequences and you knew the duties you would have to perform but all you could think about at the moment was the feeling of his hand in yours. You gave your mother a small nod. 
“She accepts your offer.”
Heleana let out a delighted squeal, rising from her seat to make her way over to you. She pulled you into an embrace which you happily returned. 
“I told you it would happen.”
She had in fact warned you but you would have never guessed this was what she meant. Alicent rose from her chair raising her glass to you and Aemond.
“To the happy couple. May your union symbolize the bond of our houses.”
“Now and forevermore.”
Aliecent turned to look at your mother and you could swear you saw them share a small smile.
Later that night you were getting ready for bed when there was a knock on your door. You expected it to be your guard so you simply yelled out.
“You may enter.”
But instead of being greeted with the face of your guard you found yourself gazing up at Aemond. 
“Is everything alright?”
“Everything is fine. I just wished to see my wife.”
It felt odd to hear him call you that.
“I’m still not your wife. We have not been married yet.”
“But we will be. Might as well begin referring to you as such.”
“Well then husband, what makes you come to my room at such an hour. You should be sleeping.”
Aemond walked around your room, taking it in. You watched him move around until he was closer to you. 
“I tried but sleep seems to be avoiding me. I couldn’t get these thoughts out of my head.”
“What thoughts?”
He gazed at you, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. 
“I wish to taste you.”
You let out a soft gasp at Aemonds words, his piercing gaze making you flush.
“We cannot.”
“Why not?”
“We aren’t married yet. It’s a sin.”
“I don’t care. The gods will understand.”
His hands moved over your nightgown, fingers grazing the skin beneath it. You leaned onto the bed, taking a seat. Your head spun at the feeling of Aemond’s skin on yours and even though you knew this was wrong you couldn’t get yourself to stop him. Aemond moved to sit on his knees before you, his hand moving to inch up your dress. He placed a kiss to your shin making you sigh. His hands moved over you gently revealing more and more of your skin to him. 
“Aemond i-oh gods- i need you to-”
“Shh, I know.”
He looked at your bare pussy, observing the way it glistened. He leaned his head forward, his tongue darting out to taste you. A moan ripped out of your lips at the feeling of his tongue on your folds. You gripped onto the sheets, breathing heavily as Aemonds tongue continued to move against you.  He groaned into you, lapping at your cunt in desperation. He hadn’t expected for you to feel this good. Your hand found his head, unconsciously pushing him closer to you. 
“Ah Aemond i’m close.”
Aemond sucked on your clit, his fingers moving to help him make you reach your orgasm. It didn’t take long before your body was launching forwards, a cry of Aemonds name on your lips as you came.  Aemond rested his head on your thigh, his eyes moving over the outline of your nipples through your nightgown as you breathed. 
“Satisfied husband?”
“For now.”
Aemond rose from the ground, moving to place a gentle kiss to your temple. You closed your eyes allowing him to caress you. And just as he had entered your chambers he exited them, leaving you to think of what was to come on your wedding night. Maybe this marriage would be more fruitful than you’d initially anticipated.
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povofjustme · 3 months ago
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The Queen of Death
Part (1/?)
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Fandom- House of the Dragons
Being Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys first born, your farther heir
Your were the most sweet and kindest child and that stayed with your until you were a maiden
But you never forget that you are Princess Rhaenys (the queen who was never) is your mother, your leaned many things over the years from her
You were a year younger that Rhaenyra and your grow up together
You both even claimed your dragon (Vermithor) at the same time as each other
Your were best friends and told each other everything
Even your little crush on one of the king’s guards Harwin Strong
You thought nothing would never changed your friendship
Even when she married your younger brother Leanor Velaryon’s and your marrying your first love Harwin
but your were mistaken when your was hold little baby Jacaerys
Your were heart broken when you was holding the babe in your arms
-Over the years your knew that Rhaenyra and Leanor marriage wasn’t perfect but she told you they have arrangement
But she never told you it was with your fucking husband
“I guess the little babe has more Arryn then targaryen”
That was the last thing you said before going mute
Your never felt so betrayed
Your husband, your best friend and your brother
Your cried in your mothers are for days and still hasn’t said a word, Rhaenys was heartbroken
She couldn’t done nothing but hold you
If Rhaenys was the ask the king for annulment the king would say no, just to keep Rhaenyra safe from the rumors
“Cousin you can not be that stupid” r
“Rhaenys watch yourself, we are family but am still king” v
“REALLY want to talk about family, Rhaenyra should learn the meaning of family!”
So her daughter had to stay in the marriage, but she would do everything to keep her first safe
Corlys was furious, there are no word to explain
He wants to pack up his daughter things and move her back to Driftmarks
But Harwin wouldn’t let it happen, after the birth of Jacaerys your wouldn’t speak a word to him
“She is my wife and she will not be going anywhere!”
He would try to grab your had and you would pull away
Ask you to had dinner with him and only meet with no response
Try to get physical and say ..
“I think is time for a baby” h
“….” Y/n walk out the room
And when your move out of your shard quarters together, he know he had lost you
Rhaenyra would do anything to get you back
She would try to have you break her fast with her in the morning - your mother would shut it down in a heartbeat
Tried having you go on walks in the garden with her and Jace but would find you with Queen Alicent children instead
Tried flying with you but be Vermithor would have Rhaenyra lost in the clouds and lost site of you
Even tried summoning you to dinner and sit right next to her, she would talk and talk to try to get something out of you
Even tried telling that Harwin didn’t mean a thing but then get caught up in her words, everything comes out bad
But you never utter a word
And you used it against everyone, even the king hisself
“So y/n how have you been feeling” v said in front of the dinner table “I heard you been unwell” v
“….” You
“Y/n-“ v
“Cousin leave her be” r
The king would try to talk to you but Your mother had your back no matter what
Some people found it rude or disrespectful but you had no feeling left to give
Everyone saw the change in you, you were the girl who was smile at everything and one
And now they never seen a smile on your face, unless it was with the Queens children
It’s been months since the birth of Jacaerys, the king was having a tournament for the babe, all the lords and lady’s where coming to celebrate
The looks and the whispers alone was getting louder and you couldn’t take it
You stood next your husband at the feast, when you saw that everyone was distracted you took your chances
In your room, your grabbing your ridding gear, a few pouches of gold coins. Not needing any else but the clothes on your back
Found your way to the dragon pit, got on Vermithor and fly
You didn’t know where you was going but you knew it was away from kings landing
Flying for hours, you found yourself in a storm
-Vermithor having a hard time trying to navigate again it….
Thing everything went black……
When you wake up, you were on a island… The death Island
(Had this in my head for awhile, don’t know how many parts but let me know if you want this in story!!)
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roselibrary · 2 years ago
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𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
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Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon! Reader
Trigger Warnings: murder, targcest, eventual dark!aemond, yandere!aemond, obsessive behaviour, typical targ madness
Summary: Aemond would have his sea-nymph one way or another.
Requests are open!
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Summer blossomed like the pink buds on a cherry tree coming to life the day the young Prince Aemond realised his affection for his niece. She had ensnared his soul and enraptured his heart like the vines of ivy devouring the exterior of a Keep. Silver locks and lilac spun eyes that beheld all the secrets in the world, it seemed. Soft-tanned skin – a perfect blend of her mother and father though the same could not be said for those she called brothers – that beamed soft gold in the light of the sun and lips that looked as if only the sweetest of fruits had kissed them. Her hair shone pearlescent in a similar fashion to the decorations often found woven into her curly smooth locks. They fascinated him; the way the peals glimmered in the light and emerged from her curls like the foam atop a crashing wave.
More Velaryon than Targaryen in truth was she. She, too, had no dragon to call her own but instead proclaimed the sea as her abode and its treasures her horde. He wished to be considered a valuable item amongst those she already kept. Soft-spoken and gentle in nature she was her mother's pride and joy – the image of her grandmother they deemed the sea nymph. Sometimes, he wondered if she could grow a tail much like the mystical mermaid on the sigil of House Manderly and if she could, would she finally join her beloved sea and leave them all to wither on land? Those thoughts never brought him any comfort. Instead, he remained grateful that for as much as she wished to join the sea in all ways; she simply was unable to.
He often prayed to the gods in thanks for her inability to simply vanish on the waves.
It became lonely, living in such cold solitude, after a while and none could deny the younger prince led a cold, solitary life. His other kin shone so brightly, vivaciously and with such vitality that it was easy for him to fall into the shadows, the darkness, and the madness. He was a scarred second son of a King who did not even deem his firstborn son his heir. Aemond believed deeply in tradition and the stability such a thing brought to the realm; he could not fathom his elder half-sister bringing chaos with her untraditional succession claim. His sister would openly have a bastard follow her on the throne. Perhaps that’s where his true sentiments lay; he did not despise his sister for being a woman with a powerful agency, or even for being the heir to the throne, but for what would come after his sister's succession. What precedent would it set if bastards could inherit before trueborn children? What chaos would that sow within the realm? Aemond was a man of routine, tradition, and unrelenting stability all of which Rhaenyra was inherently posed to ruin.
Aemond didn’t wish to see his little sea nymph fall with her mother, as she undoubtedly would, due to her unending loyalty and devotion to her catastrophic family. His Gentle Dragon had no qualms openly expressing her love and devotion to the young men that would steal her birthright; it was bad enough the elder prince Jacaerys would steal her place upon the iron throne but downright insulting that, the younger than she, Lucerys would steal the birthright of her father from her person by claiming Driftmark. Aemond wished to see her claim her rightful place as the heiress of Driftmark as the only trueborn child of its heir, however, he would not want to see her seated atop the iron throne.
The monolithic, fearsome work of art did not suit the gentle and ever-changing disposition that she carried with her. Unmoving iron and sharp-edged swords should be nowhere near the supple curves and smooth skin lining her form, instead – if it were not for his no-good elder brother – he would sit upon the iron-casted seat of death in her place. He would be her King and she, his Queen. He had only to find a way to keep her with him permanently.  
Perhaps his father's addled mind and desperation for peace would smile fortuitously upon the one-eyed prince, for once.
It had been many a year since his eyes last wandered upon the form of his beloved sea nymph – a name he only acknowledged in his mind's depths. The realm’s Gentle Dragon had returned to Kings Landing alongside the rest of her kin when protests were raised on the legitimacy of her younger brother's claim to Driftmark. Something many deemed rightfully hers. She glowed effervescent in her Velaryon blue and soft violet threaded gown the silk gently forming the curves of her body and flowing down the lengths of her arms and back. It seemed the dress also recognised the girl's call of the sea for it moulded like waves and rippled in each minuscule movement of her own. The train of the gown followed behind her like the sea lapping at the sand of the beach never quite reaching as far in as it wished.
She stood beside her mother with her head held high in pride as her uncle all but disparaged what remained of her mother's good name - if anything was left of it to begin with. It had delighted him to see the Strong princelings debased in such a public manner and their mother alongside them. He enjoyed much less the disparagement of the Crown Princess’s only daughter and the belief that she would fall to the same whims her mother had and beget only bastards for her future husband. No, that did not please the prince at all. He had observed and planned and waited patiently for many a year to gain his nymph and she would give him no bastards – he knew she wouldn’t. His nymph was too intelligent, dutiful, and self-aware of the consequences of such a thing to attempt such a crime.
Still, his blood boiled, and his hands clenched behind his back. It took an effort to keep his stoicism about his person in the face of his ever-present wrath but within a second his wrath was replaced with bewildered wonderment. Gone was Ser Vaemond’s head; instead the figure of his uncle stood tall, proud, and nonchalant in the face of such grotesque violence. Aemond felt the stirrings of admiration and conflict within his chest at such a sight. This man, his uncle, was a threat, an obstacle, his biggest unrelenting guard towards what Aemond had deemed his. All the realms knew of how Daemon favoured his girls over his boys, and none could deny how he had claimed the Gentle Dragon as much his own as his other brown-skinned, silver-haired darlings. He clenched his jaw. It seemed he would need to confide with another of his aspirations if he wanted to succeed where others had failed.
As if the man could hear the thoughts echoing in the princeling's brain the Rogue turned and leered. Aemond could see the taunt within his gaze, the dare for him to be as foolish as the man who kept his tongue but lost his head.
He could hear the whisper Daemon Targaryen’s eyes conveyed.
“Claim her, if you're bold enough.”
Just as he proved to his father when he claimed Vhagar; Aemond would once more prove that he was, indeed, bold enough.
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pinkykats-place · 7 months ago
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Cregan Stark x Reader Insert Fics
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Disclaimers!
None of the stories linked are mine.
Some contain mature content.
Mostly female readers.
Gif not mine.
Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!
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the wolf's cage
Cregan Stark x Wildling!Reader
Summary: After being captured by the Northerns, you found yourself with the Lord of Winterfell whose strange politeness makes you doubt his true intentions.
Always Good At Playing Pretend
Cregan Stark x fem!Reader
Summary: Making your big strong husband, turn into a mushy pillow prince.
Smutty Cregan Headcanons
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Cregan Stark x wife!reader
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running with the wolves
Cregan Stark x fem!betrothed!Reader
Summary: Cregan Stark, the formidable Lord of Winterfell, eagerly awaits the arrival of his new betrothed, y/n, who has bewitched him since childhood. As winter sets in, he hopes to transform their arranged marriage into a union of love. However, y/n arrives with her own doubts, unsure if she can return his deep affection. Will their marriage blossom into love, or remain a cold duty? Cregan is determined to show her that their bond can be more than just an obligation on their wedding night.
The Wolf's Den
Cregan Stark x wife!reader
Tags: wedding night, oral sex (female receiving), p. in v. sex, loss of virginity (virgin reader, implied)
Think I'm Gonna Call it Off
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Beastly
Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader
Summary: Your mother sends you to Cregan Stark to make an alliance, and that's what you intend to do.
Marriage for Duty
Cregan x Velaryon/Strong!reader
Summary: After delievering the message and proposal from your mother to the Lord of Winterfell, you’re now stuck with getting married to a Lord you barely know. Yet, he comforts you during your time at Winterfell and completely changes your mind.
Fire On Fire
Cregan x Targaryen!female!reader
Summary: You and your newly wedded husband Cregan slip away from your wedding feast to enjoy a heated moment.
Dissolve
cregan stark x targaryen!fem!reader
summary: an unexpected visitor arrives at winterfell, cregan is surprised to say the least
A Cold Heart
Summary: After distancing yourself from Cregan the truth finally comes out.
Price of War 
Dark!Cregan x Targaryen!Reader
Summary: You are send to the North to rally Cregan Stark to your side.
Wedding Gift
Cregan Stark x fem!Reader
Summary: Cregan gifts his new wife a dire wolf
REDAMANCY
Cregan Stark x female Targaryen!Reader
Summary: From the very beginning on you’ve been hesitant to accept your younger brother’s offer to return to the capital for your child to receive his blessings. And when you‘re finally on the way, it’s your husband‘s duty to take care of you.
Cregan Stark x Reader
Summary: You learn that your husband is a very affectionate drunk.
Cregan Stark Masterlist
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claymoresword · 2 years ago
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The Realm's Delight
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Velaryon Fem!Reader
Summary: The entire realm of suitors tripping over themselves to take Rhaenyra to wife and yet the only person she has eyes for is you.
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: smut, nsfw, top!rhaenyra
Note: first and foremost reader and rhaenyra are cousins clearly so if that bothers u maybe skip this one :/
been putting off writing rhaenyra for so long bc her characterisation is a little intimidating to me but i got over that fear finally (i think)
anyway i hope u enjoy this silly little thing and let me know what u think!
(sorry for the inaccurate high valyrian i dont speak the language)
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You let out a yawn, the sheer banality of this morning's affair was shocking to you.
At Rhaenyra's request you were sat by her side as she listened to petitions from various Lords from all over the realm offering her their hand in marriage.
You scowl at the man before you, he had been going on about the state of his castle. Nothing of interest to you and certainly not to the Princess. If this was his idea of wooing a lady only the gods knew how he would be like as a husband.
"Bisa vala iksis uēpkta than aōha kepa."
(This man is older than your father.)
Rhaenyra's face contorts in amusement at your remark before looking down at her hands, fiddling with her rings out of disinterest.
"Tell me, lord Dondarrion did you think my great grandmother was as beautiful as they say?"
The Princess interupts the man mid sentence and you shake your head in disapproval.
Rhaenyra..
"This was half a century ago Princess" Lord Dondarrion responds, perplexed.
"Yes it was."
The entire court erupts with laughter, you stiffle a grin yourself.
The older man sulks before walking away, being last to catch on the Princess making a mockery of him.
"Bona iksin unseemly, dārilaros."
(That was unseemly, princess.)
Rhaenyra glances at you with a sly smirk before rolling her eyes.
"Issa unseemly syt zirȳla naejot jiōragon nyke zȳhon ondos."
(It is unseemly for him to offer me his hand.)
Boremund glares at the two of you. You throw him an innocent smile, very well knowing he has no notion of what is being said between you.
"Next!" He exclaims.
You were itching for these proceedings to conclude.
A young boy, he must have been no older than 10 and 2. You recognised his sigil, house Blackwood.
You fail to suppress your amusement paired with disbelief, an involuntarily laugh escapes your lips.
Rhaenyra mirrors your baffled expression.
"And now a boy." The Princess says with an exasperated tone.
"The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army. In the riverlands they once ruled as Kings." Lord Boremund states.
Rhaenyra nods, she decides to give the poor boy a chance.
He goes on and recites a rather well rehearsed speech. Voice trembling but otherwise full of conviction.
A rictus, albeit kind smile painted on Rhaenyra's face.
She is not convinced.
"If chosen as your match Princess, your days shall be easy and night's safe under my protection."
The boy says and you purse your lips, trying not to laugh aloud once again.
"Protection? The Princess has a dragon you dumb cunt."
One of Rhaenyra's many suitors exclaims from the crowd and the boy unsheathes his sword, summoning a challenge.
You roll your eyes. Whether it be a man grown or a little boy, they are all the same.
"We're leaving." Rhaenyra stands, swiftly grabbing your hand. Taking your leave by her side and matching her strut.
"Ser Criston, send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship for you."
"Lady y/n and I will leave on Dragonback. We will see you back at King's Landing."
Criston glances at you in confusion and you only give him a shrug.
"Princess, we're due in Bitterbridge in 3 days time."
Rhaenyra stops in her tracks, You, Criston and his men followed suit. The Princess glares at the Knight and he opposes for a moment before relenting.
"Very well, Princess."
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Rhaenyra grabs your arm again forcing you to pick up the pace. You eventually find yourselves alone in a dimly lit hallway far from the commotion in the other room.
"Nyra–" You yelp, as she expertly pushes you up against a wall her hand resting against it.
She leans in capturing your lips into a searing kiss. You melt at the feeling of her mouth against yours, simply aching for her.
Rhaenyra's hands find your waist as she disconnects your lips. You nearly shiver under her intense stare. She watches your chest heave as you attempted to catch your breath. You notice her breathing just as heavily.
"I have been dying to do that all morning."
She kisses you again, this time your hand finds the back of her neck pulling her impossibly closer.
"Istin emagon ao sir."
(I must have you now)
Rhaenyra shifts her attention to your neck, placing wet kisses against it. You don't suppress the shiver this time and immediately feel her grin form against your neck.
"Ēdā nyke mōrī bantis."
(You had me last night.)
You tease, hand moving to rest on her shoulder.
"One night is not enough" She whispers before taking your bottom lip in between her teeth tugging at it. She kisses you again.
"With you it is never enough."
Your mouth opens wider and her tongue comes into contact with yours. A moan spills out of you directly into her mouth and Rhaenyra hums against your lips.
A rush of arousal shoots directly to your core. Rhaenyra would have her way with you infront of the entire court if she could.
Gods, you wish she would.
Rhaenyra lifts up your thigh and runs her hand under your dress resting it on your ass. You wrap your leg around her waist reflexively giving her easier access. A glimmer in her eyes as she takes the opportunity to slip her hand underneath your smallclothes, she could feel how wet you were as she swipes a finger through your folds.
"Rhaenyra, what if someone sees us?" You whimper as you fight the urge to grind your wanting core against her hand.
She leans forward, placing another kiss on your neck before sinking her teeth into it earning a desperate moan from you.
"I really don't care." She whispers and you feel your legs grow weaker.
Rhaenyra presses her palm against your center and you feel yourself move against her hand wantonly. She dips a finger into your entrance and you let out another moan.
"Ah– Rhaenyra, wait please."
You wanted to kick yourself for stopping her but you couldn't risk getting caught, not here.
Rhaenyra sighs before removing her hand from underneath your dress completely and you stand up on both feet. Your hands don't leave her shoulders however, needing the support.
"Issa daor litse."
(It is not fair)
You breathe out, after a moment's silence.
"Hm?"
"Lo nyke sia vala nyke could gūrogon ao naejot Zaldrīzesdōron se mazverdagon ao ñuha ābrazȳrys."
(If I were a man I could take you to Dragonstone and make you my wife.)
"Nobody would question it."
You suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes. Rhaenyra notices and places a tender kiss on your forehead. You quickly wrap your arms around her.
The both of you stay like that for a beat.
"Then take me to Dragonstone." Rhaenyra simply states.
You scoff.
"Do not mock me, Princess."
Rhaenyra lets out a chuckle before stepping away from you, intertwining your fingers.
"No, it isn't fair."
She lifts your intertwined hands to her lips and plants a kiss on the back of your palm.
She guides you down the hallway and the two of you resume your walk.
"Ivestragī's jikagon lenton."
(Let's go home)
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elissanatok · 11 months ago
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-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄
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part 3
pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader
summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had
warnings: english is not my first language, angsty , shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this
let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33
the air in the dining hall had been suffocating you. you could see the smug look in the eyes of your oldest uncle. he used to look at you differently and you had questioned before if it were his feelings for you that changed, or he himself. and if Aegon changed that much, did the others do too? 
you had been late, much to your mothers dismay. your uncle Daemon had not expected anything else. he always knew the days when it was time for a nightmare. maybe that was because he cared so much, or maybe because he liked to know all of the people surrounding him. you had forgotten your jewelry too, making your neck and shoulders bare. your deep red dress contrasted with the one of heleana who was sitting next to your brother. 
you deeply regretted arriving late - because at the end of the table, to your left, sat the one eyed prince. his gaze burned holes into your skull and except from the smile you send him when you arrived you did not dare to look in his direction again, too afraid he would look at you the same way he did when you arrived. 
you had hoped things would be different and he still held the same love for you he had when you were children. but this was different. 
having you avoid his gaze angered him even more than the pig placed in front of him. he could not care for that damn pig because he already felt disgusted of himself. he thought your feelings for him could not change, you could not change, but there you were avoiding his gaze like never before. Now that you were of age, you would probably want a good looking man, a kind one too. hearing his mother ask about the lord in the north made him choke on his wine, and made you finally look at him. 
your lavender eyes looked at him with concern, the line between your eyebrows deepening. “Are you alright prince aemond?”, you asked quiet and kindly. he nodded, humming as an answer, which definitely did not satisfy you. you wanted to hear his voice. he realized when you looked down at your lap, biting your lip embarrassed and playing with your fingers. but still, he did not know what to say.
His mother eyed him and the pig warily. She truly did not wish for something bad to occur, but she could literally feel the anger radiating of her youngest son. She tried changing the topic “But he has not made a proposal yet? Has he?”, but failed miserably.
Aemond felt lucerys smirk before he saw it. Not only could he now laugh at his dumb pig but at the obvious distress he felt over the possible marriage of his princess.
You shook your head no while chewing your dinner slowly. You did not wish to move to the north, to leave your family behind and be lady of house Winterfell. You just wanted to stay here. With him.
And after Heleana made her toast about marriage life and “he mostly ignores you”, it sounded like a death trap to her.
Aemonds abrupt standing up and hitting the table made you flinch. You could see it in his eyes. He truly did change and when he openend his mouth to make his horrible speech, you could feel it in every bone.
Although he did not take your name in his mouth, you could clearly hear the insult he threw at your siblings and you.
While everybody stood up, Aegon pushing lucerys head on the table and Aemond throwing Jace to the ground, you looked down at your lap. Tears that dropped down your cheeks pathetically were wiped away by your sleeves. This was not what you hoped for when they told you of your return but it was exactly what you feared.
Daemon saw it first, calling out your name to check on you and pulling the attention of the rest of your family towards you. You shook your head at him, while you tried to come up with anything helpful to say but found nothing that would make this situation better - so you left.
You did not see Aemonds smug smile fall because you did not turn around to look at him again.
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maidragoste · 6 months ago
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The Portrait
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Princess Rhaenyra's naming day was approaching, so King Viserys and Queen Aemma asked her beloved daughter what she wanted as a gift this year. The king expected the princess to ask for something like a new horse or new fabrics so that her maids could make her new dresses, but Rhaenyra surprised him by asking him to hire a painter because she wanted to have a portrait with you, her dearest friend. The king soon granted the princess's wish and a few weeks later you and Rhaenyra found themselves in her chambers dressed in white with a painter.
The painter had to make many drafts because you and Rhaenyra first tried to make serious poses like the both had seen in the portraits of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters, but the two of you always ended up laughing when your eyes met each other. In the end, you ended up posing sitting looking at the princess while she was standing behind you resting her hand on your shoulder while you caressed her hand. The poor painter had to improvise a little since neither the princess nor you could stop talking but anyway, he ended up painting them both with a smile and Rhaenyra with a blush on her cheeks.
Years later, when the celebration of your wedding with Harwin ends, the first thing Rhaenyra does, when she returns to her chambers, is look for that portrait and while her eyes fill with tears she can't help but think that she liked that white dress you wore better with her than the one you wore at your wedding. If she were just a man, then nothing would stop her from taking you as her wife and reigning over the Seven Kingdoms together. She would give you everything, her heart, her soul, her power and she would make you the happiest woman in the kingdom. But she can never have you because she is a woman and you chose Harwin.
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mortalfaerie · 11 months ago
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𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤' 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 (+ 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕖𝕟𝕒) (pt 1)
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this concept is stuck in my brain so...
your were always in the shadow of your twin, jacaerys. he was born only ten minutes before you, but in doing so had outshined you for a lifetime.
while your grandfather might have bent the law further for you if you had been born first, he wouldn't do so for the rest of the realm - and being a girl, the birth of your immediately younger brother meant you wouldn't inherit driftmark, either.
that's not to say that you didn't love your brothers - they were your closest friends, especially after your mother had moved your family to dragonstone.
you missed your aunt helaena, however. at only two years your elder, she was more like a cousin or a sister to you, and as the only other girl you two had idled away long hours with tedious septas together.
for the first few months you wrote faithfully to eachother, but after the disaster at your aunt laena's funeral, an irrevocable schism has opened between factions of your family.
from that day, two more years would pass before you saw her again.
when helaena was thirteen, she came to dragonstone to claim a dragon. it was a cold and diplomatic trip which the king was too ill to attend and the queen had flatly refused to consider, and so the hand of the king escorted her along with a platoon of guards.
you were eleven years old, clasping hands with your twin on the windy shores of dragonstone as the princess' boat came ashore. all of you, even joffrey were ill at ease during this first meeting of factions in years. but, when the princess pulled back the hood of her cloak and stepped onto the beach, you found your heart hammering for an entirely different reason.
helaena had grown taller and more beautiful since you last saw her, though she seemed completely unaware of it as she anxiously took in her surroundings. she had all the beauty of the targaryen line in her, and the beginnings of what would make her a regal looking woman one day. and yet, she was softer in her features and appearance than the rest of your family in a way that was completely disarming.
though the feel of her visit was detatched and lacked the warmth of a family reunion, you found every excuse to seek her out over the duration of it. at first she was wary of you, no doubt because of your brothers and stepsisters and the role they had played in her brother's injury. after a few days though, she warmed and you slipped into a rapport like that before you had left for the island castle.
when it came time to venture up the dragonmont in search of a dragon, you begged and pleaded your mother to allow you to come with the princess - after all, your egg had never hatched and you lacked a dragon as well - and after exhausting the crown princess she relented.
on the dragonmont with a mixture of red keep guards and those loyal to rhaenyra, you and helaena camped on the mount for days, venturing to a different part of the mountain each day in search of dragons. at night, you shared a tent and kept eachother awake giggling and telling stories.
on the sixth day on the dragonmont, you met with the dragons dreamfyre and silverwing, who had belonged to two queens and sisters before you. after the pair of you successfully mounted the dragons and took to the skies, you returned to the beach of dragonstone with a renewed fire inside of each of you.
the night you returned to dragonstone's castle, a feast was held to jointly celebrate two dragons being claimed. you and helaena danced joyfully as the musicians played, and eventually you fell back to let your twin take your place. it was then you felt the first twist of jealousy in your stomach as jace made her laugh.
you snuck into the chamber helaena was staying in that night to recreate the little would you had when sharing a tent. that night, she had said to you before falling asleep, "you and i shall be bonded forever. dragon-bonded," she had said dreamily, then added, "soul-sworn."
before you could ask what she had meant by that, she was asleep.
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year ago
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✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾
Therefore I present to you:
♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕
For u bb @fairysluna
Rating: Explicit
Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk
A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!
“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.
Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.
Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”
Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”
Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.
Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.
He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”
She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”
Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.
“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”
Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”
Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.
Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”
Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”
Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.
“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.
The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”
She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.
“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”
The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.
Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.
“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.
He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.
“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.
“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.
Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.
Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.
“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.
Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.
“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.
Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”
The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.
“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”
“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.
Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”
Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”
Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.
Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”
Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.
The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”
Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.
Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”
He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.
He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.
Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.
“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”
She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”
She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.
Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”
Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”
“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.
Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.
Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”
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patheticdarling · 2 years ago
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Traitors
  Summary: Princess Y/N Velaryon has now been confined to her bedchambers as preparations are made to crown Aegon II as King. She is given the choice to betray her mother and family or her husband, Prince Aemond. 
  Warnings: mentions of death/incest cause of marriage (established relationship with rhaenyra & laenor/harwin’s eldest daughter)/cussing/crying/arguments/pregnancy/marriage strain/break up?/ANGST/part 2...possibly?/ALL RIGHTS TO HBO
  Word Count: 3530
*NOT MY GIF*
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  You were woken by the sounds of jingling keys and voices outside your door. You were quick to get out of bed, going over and rattling the locked knob.
  “What is the meaning of this?” No answer, “I demand you unlock this door.” Again, nobody said anything. You could hear the armour of the guards shifting as they stood in front of your door. 
  More voices came from your window, you peered into one of the courtyards of the Red Keep. All the servants and workers rushing around. Something wasn’t right. You had even finally taken notice that Aemond was not in your bed. His sword and other weapons gone as well. 
  You paced around your room for what seemed like hours. You tried to distract yourself by getting dressed, doing your hair, and even tidying up your bedchambers. Yet, you still continued to ponder all the reasons there would be to keep you confined to your rooms like this.
  You sat at the window before the door squeaked open, your mother-in-law, the Queen, stepping in, “Good morning, Princess Y/N.”
  You took note of her rather glum demeanor but your frustration still got the better of you, “Good morning?” you scoffed, “I’ve been locked in my chambers for Gods know how long and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”
  “Apologies for the lack of decorum,” she sniffled a bit.
  “Has something happened?”
  “The King,” she stifled a bit before collecting herself, “he has passed.”
  Your chest welled with sorrow at the news of your grandsire’s death, “How? When? I-I just saw him at dinner. How could this…” your voice faded as you let out soft cries, falling into a nearby chair. 
  The Queen rushed over to you, taking your hands in hers as she knelt beside your seat, “I’m so sorry, Princess,” she comforted you, “I loved your grandsire, more than-”
  Your mind finally caught up, “Wait,” you loosened your hands from hers, “But what does that have to do with me being locked in my room? And where is Aemond?”
  Alicent stood back up, “Aemond is out with Ser Criston at the moment.”
  “Doing what? Where?”
  “Royal duties that needed attending to in the city. He is well, if that’s what you’re asking.”
  “What I’m really asking is what in Seven Hells is going on?” your tone louder than before as you sniffled, “Why are Aemond and Ser Criston gallivanting in the city?”
  “Those matters are between the Prince and me.”
  You rolled your eyes at her explanation, “Does my mother know about Viserys’ death? Has a raven been sent to her?” Alicent swallowed harshly at your questions, “Your Grace?”
  “Princess Rhaenyra will be notified in due time-”
  “Due time?! Her father is dead. She is to become Queen. My mother needs to know,” you erupted from your seat, “And what of my grandmother? The Princess Rhaenys. Where is she?”
  “The Princess Rhaenys is in her chambers as well. Hopefully thinking over the offer I have given her.”
  “Offer? What offer? And what of our dragons?”
  “Princess Y/N,” she took your hands once again, “Your Grandsire, my husband, confessed something to me before his passing.”
  “W-What?” your brow furrowed at her words. 
  She cleared her throat, “He said he wished for Aegon to be King.”
  You ripped your hands away from her, “What? What are you talking about? King Viserys has never once swayed from having my mother as his heir. And now you’re saying that just before he died that he said he wanted my uncle to succeed him?”
  “It is the truth. Believe it or not. I would not lie about-”
  “He is your son, Alicent! Ever since he was born, you and your father have been trying to get him installed as heir. And now that my grandsire can no longer defend my mother’s claim, you plan to usurp the throne for him.” 
  “It was your grandsire’s dying wish, Princess. I am doing this to honour his memory. And I am asking for your support.”
  “You are asking me to betray my own mother? My entire family. So that your son can become king.”
  “They are not your entire family. You have Aemond and your baby,” she nodded towards your swollen belly, your hands instinctively wrapping around it, “If we have your support, it might help in getting Rhaenyra to bend the knee as well. That is also why we must keep your dragons.”
  You shook your head, “This is treason. And I will not be used as a bargaining chip for your political schemes.” 
  Alicent scoffed, “What do you think your marriage to Aemond is, Princess? I only agreed to the match because it’s what Viserys wanted and because it was supposed to help bring our families back together, to amend those grievances.”
  “And yet, here you are, making your plans to steal my mother’s throne. Every grievance in our family is no one’s fault but yours and your power-hungry father’s. My grandsire was a kind man with a gentle heart and you are destroying his memory. Get out.”
  Alicent let out a heavy sigh, “I will leave you to ponder your decision, Princess. Ring the bell when you have your answer.” 
  And with that, the Queen left your chambers. You scoffed to yourself, thinking how could one person have so much nerve? And now you were a prisoner in what was supposed to be your home. 
  Hours seemed to pass once again as you pondered all of your thoughts. Thoughts on how to escape. Thoughts on where Aemond might be. Thoughts on how to get to your mother and family. All thoughts were interrupted as the bedroom door creaked open once again. 
  You looked up from the book you had been reading, “Hello, my love,” your husband smiled at you, his hair slightly tangled, looking as if he’d just been in some sort of scuffle. 
  “Aemond,” you rushed over to him, letting his long arms embrace you. You couldn’t help but cry softly into his chest, “Viserys, he’s-”
  “Dead,” Aemond finished, “I know. I’m sorry I was not here to grieve with you.”
  You pulled away, “Your mother said you were out in the capital with Ser Criston. Though she refused to tell me why. And what’s happened to you?” Your hands softly caressed his mangled hair and reddened face.
  “She sent us to go find Aegon. To bring him back here for his coronation tomorrow morning.”
  “Tomorrow morning?” you scoffed, “I have to give your mother credit. Her schemes work fast.”
  “It is not a scheme, Y/N. Aegon is the rightful king, it’s his birthright.”
  “Please do not tell me you’re actually supporting this usurping of my mother’s throne?”
  “Rhaenyra cannot rule the Seven Kingdoms. War will ensue if she were to wear the crown.”
  “And it won’t if Aegon is crowned instead?” Aemond didn’t answer, “Aegon is not fit to be king, you know that better than anyone. And my mother nor Daemon will ever bend the knee to him. Nor will my brothers, which you know.”
  “They will have to or be branded traitors to the realm-”
  “Your mother and her father are the traitors! So is everyone else who is complicit in Aegon’s ascension,” you argued, “King Viserys named my mother as his heir and did not waver from that for the past twenty years that Aegon’s been alive. Why would he have now?”
  “Perhaps he realized the importance of tradition. And why putting Rhaenyra on the throne would be a mistake.”
  “Oh, Aemond, please! Do not spout to me the importance of tradition. The King’s word is law.”
  “And the laws and traditions say that the King’s firstborn son is-”
  “Firstborn child,” you corrected him, “The laws and traditions say that the King’s firstborn child is the rightful heir. And that is my mother. Not Aegon. Even so, Viserys named my mother as his heir. Lords of the Realm swore oaths to her claim. Your mother and grandsire included.”
  “Stale oaths, Y/N,” Aemond explained, “Those lords only did that to keep the King’s peace.”
  “And whoever chooses to follow Aegon is no longer doing their duty of up-keeping that peace. The minute they put that crown onto his head is the minute they are declaring war against my mother.”
  “Not if you bend the knee,” Aemond took your hands in his, “Rhaenyra will not attack the capital if her daughter is in it. Her grandchild as well.”
  You snatched your hands from him, “You sound just like your mother,” you scoffed, “I am not a political pawn, Aemond. And I will not be kept hostage in my own home.”
  “Y/N, that is not what I meant-”
  “What else could you have meant, Aemond? I will not betray my mother nor will I allow you or your mother to paint me as a traitor for the sake of some power-hungry grudge that you all hold against mine.”
  Aemond let out a harsh sigh, “Y/N, please. This isn’t just about your mother or mine. This is about us and what will happen if you do not bend the knee. We will be separated. Torn apart by a war that is not our own. Please, my love,” he took one of your hands while the other fell to your bump, “I do not want to lose you or our child.”
  Your breath quivered as you met his gaze, placing your hand on his cheek, “And I do not want to lose you either.” Aemond’s demeanor eased at your words, “But I will not betray my family. I will not bend the knee to anyone but my mother.” 
  His jaw tensed, “You are choosing to break us apart then.”
  “No, you are choosing to break us and the rest of the realm apart. I can assure nothing but destruction and loss will follow if Aegon is crowned. Aemond, you must realize this.”
  “I realize that my wife does not understand the importance of up-keeping traditions and laws. Aegon is my brother, Y/N. You should not expect me to betray him.”
  You scoffed, “But you expect me to betray my mother.”
  “I expect you to do your duty to the Realm-”
  “I am!” you shouted, “I have always done my duty to the Realm! I have always done my duty to my family. I have always done my duty to you. But what you ask is not duty. It is treason.”
  Aemond just shook his head, “I am not losing you. Or our child,” he grabbed his sword from the side of the bed, strapping it to his waist once again. 
  “Aemond,” you grew worried, “What are you doing?”
  “You do not wish to see them put the crown on Aegon’s head. That’s fine. You will stay here until the ceremony is finished.”
  Aemond swung the chamber door open, you didn’t even realize what was happening fully until it shut in your face. You pounded against it as you heard the lock click. 
  “Aemond!” you cried, “Aemond, do not do this!”
 “It is what has to be done, Y/N,” he spoke from the other side of the door, “I will not lose you.”
  “Aemond, please,” your voice quivered.
  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, his voice barely above a whisper before clearing his throat, “I will return when the ceremony is complete.” 
  That was the last you heard from him followed by the fading sounds of his boots on the cobblestone. In one fell swoop, the Greens had managed to destroy one of the best parts of your life because of their constant thirst for the crown. 
  You lay in bed for the remainder of that night, tears staining your pillow and deep sobs erupting from your chest. Though somehow, you had managed to find some sleep. But the sounds of some sort of scuffle outside of your room woke you up. 
  Ser Erryk Cargyll entered the room alongside your grandmother, “What’s happening?”
  Your grandmother had a cloak over her, “Y/N, we must go now.”
  “With me, Princess,” Ser Erryk extended a similar cloak to you.
  You quickly threw it over yourself before taking your grandmother’s hand and following behind the two of them. 
  “Grandmother, what’s going on? Where are we going?” you panted as you all hurried through the Red Keep. Your breath nearly ceased as you saw the hanging body of Lord Caswell in the courtyard. You don’t know what could have warranted such a thing, he’d been kind to you growing up in the castle. 
  “We are getting you out of this city,” Ser Erryk answered. 
  “What of our dragons?” Rhaenys asked, “I won’t leave Meleys.”
  “And I won’t leave Seasmoke,” you cut in.
  Ser Erryk gave you both looks of pity as you trudge through the crowds of people in the city. City Watchmen were ushering people every which way, all three of you getting mangled in the crowd. Though your grandmother kept a tight grip on you, Ser Erryk was pushed ahead. 
  Your grandmother tightened her grip on you, “Do not let go of my hand, Y/N.”
  You nodded as the crowd continued to push you forward. You looked up to see where everyone was going, seeing the Dragon Pit in the distance. You exchanged a knowing smirk with your grandmother. Aegon was to be crowned in the Dragon Pit. 
  The two of you had finally reached the Dragon Pit, Ser Erryk still lost somewhere in the sea of people that crowded into the building. You saw your family-in-law standing on a platform in the middle along with the High Septon and Ser Criston Cole. Aemond stood stoically, Helaena looking uneasy while your mother-in-law and her father only stood pridefully. 
  “People of King’s Landing,” Otto Hightower spoke up, “today is the saddest of days. Our beloved king, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead.” 
  Murmurs spread through the crowds at the news. Alicent looking melancholy, you weren’t sure if it was genuine or not. You looked at your husband, still standing statuesque. It broke your heart to see him up there. To see him so complicit in breaking apart everything you had built together. 
  “But it is also the most joyous of days,” Otto continued, “for as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish: that his firstborn son, Aegon, should succeed him.” 
  The satisfaction in his voice nearly made you ill. The applause that erupted from the crowd hurt you even more so. You knew not everyone was in favour of your mother becoming Queen but did it truly take so little for everyone to turn against her?
  Just then the City Watch and other members of the royal guard filed into the Dragon Pit. Pushing through the crowds and creating a path from a side entryway of the Dragon Pit to the platform where the Greens stood. Trumpets were blown before the City Watch presented their swords, holding them high and forming a tunnel. Aegon stood at the end of it, your grandsire’s dagger on one hip and a sword on the other.
  Aegon began to walk through the makeshift tunnel as the guards lowered their swords as he passed them. Everyone in the Dragon Pit practically held their breath as he walked through the crowd. 
  “They gave him Blackfyre,” your grandmother whispered over to you.
  Your eyes fell to the large Valyrian steel sword that rested on your uncle’s hip as he walked, “Aegon the Conqueror’s sword.” It made you uneasy to see such a powerful weapon in the hands of an ingrate like Aegon. 
  “It is your good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this:” Otto started up again, “a new day for our city, a new day for our realm. A new king to lead us.”
  Alicent stepped to greet Aegon with a kiss on his forehead before guiding him to the High Septon. You and your grandmother continued to watch as Otto instructed Aegon to kneel before the High Septon. 
  You felt your grandmother’s hand on yours, “Come, Y/N.”
  “Where are we going?” you whispered as she pulled you along through the crowds. The High Septon’s words faded as you got further away from the platform.
  “We are getting the dragons and we are leaving,” she answered hastily as you ran through the dark tunnels beneath the Dragon Pit. 
  “Wait,” you stopped dead in your tracks, your grandmother’s hand slipping through yours. 
  “What?” she looked over you worriedly, “What is it?”
  “Aemond,” you answered softly, “I-I don’t want to leave him.”
  “Y/N, you are Rhaenyra’s firstborn daughter, a challenge for the throne. Your child as well. Do you truly think the Greens will let either of you live?” 
  You shook your head as tears fell onto your cheeks, “Aemond would never. He-”
  “It is not Aemond that you should be worried about. It is everyone else. Aegon, the Queen, Otto Hightower,” she took your hands into hers, “You and your child are no longer safe here in King’s Landing. We must get to Dragonstone. We must warn your mother and Daemon. They are all in danger.”
  You knew she was right. Aemond would try to protect you. But for how long? What happens when he’s sent off as an envoy on behalf of his family? Who would protect you and your child then?
  “Fine,” you nodded, “You’re right, Grandmother. We need to go now.”
  She stroked your cheek, “I’m sorry this is how it has to be, sweet girl.” 
  Your hand fell onto hers, “As am I. But we must go.”
  The two of you went off to where both dragons had been nesting. Seasmoke growled as he woke up.
  “Shhh,” you purred at him. His growls turned to deep coos at the sound of your voice, “Sȳz valītsos.” Good boy.
  You stroked the side of his large head, continuing to soothe him in High Valyrian. You carefully climbed up his side and onto the seat on the top of his back. You could hear the ceremony continuing.
  “The crown of the Conqueror passed down through generations,” you heard Ser Criston’s voice, muffled by the cement above you, “Let the Seven bear witness: Aegon Targaryen is the heir to the Iron Throne.”
  There was some sort of pause before the High Septon began to speak, “All hail His Grace, Aegon, Second of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!”
  Your face curled in disgust at all the titles having been bestowed upon Aegon. He never deserved to bear them nor had he ever shown any interest in doing so.
  The bells of the city began to toll, “Aegon the King!” Ser Criston cried. The crowds of citizens erupted into cheers and applause. How could they cheer for such a lecherous man? 
  Your thoughts could hardly register when you heard the harsh roar of Meleys and the crumbling of the stone above you. Meleys broke through the floor, terrorizing everyone in the Dragonpit. Seasmoke crawled to the top as well, roaring deeply. Both dragons stomped through the clouds of rubble. 
  They both finally settled as Seasmoke growled deeply at the Greens while Meleys moved slightly closer to them. The Greens stood petrified by the fear of you and your grandmother’s dragons. Alicent pushed Ser Criston to guard Helaena while she stood protectively in front of Aegon. Aemond tried to stand bravely, staring down the dragons in a futile attempt.
  You looked over to your grandmother, unable to read her face as Meleys continued to approach the Greens, “Grandmother,” you called to her, soft pleas in your eyes. She looked at you, letting out a sigh as she turned back to the Greens. Alicent closed her eyes, preparing for your grandmother to utter the word that would have ended them all. 
  Your eyes fell on your husband, his gaze already fixated on you, “I’m sorry,” he mouthed.
  “I’m sorry,” you muttered back, biting back tears. You closed your eyes as well, trying to ready yourself to hear the cries of burning people. But your hands quickly flew to your ears as Meleys let out an ear-piercing shriek. 
  Your eyes blinked open, the Greens were unharmed other than looking completely terrified. Your grandmother looked over to you, giving you a slight smile before patting Meleys who turned and flew out of the Dragonpit. 
  You turned back one last time, looking at your husband, his face begging you to stay. But you both knew that wasn’t a possibility anymore. 
  “Soves,” you whispered to your dragon. He turned and quickly flew out of the Dragon Pit. You looked back to see the doors to it shutting completely. 
  You looked at the sky and clouds that now surrounded you. It should’ve been a joyous feeling, to have finally escaped what could have been a dire situation. But all you could think about was the look on Aemond’s face. His entire demeanor begging you to stay. And you left him all the same. You might not have betrayed your mother. But you were still a traitor in an even worse way. 
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Fire and Salt
Corlys: If you’re saying I pick favorites you’re wrong! I love all my granddaughters equally!
Later
Corlys: Oh when was YN born? It was a spring morning. The air was just getting warmer and the flowers were blooming. It was like the whole world became just right on that day.
Also Corlys: When were Baela and Rhaena born?…Uh I think winter? I was probably at sea when it happened, so I’m not sure
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