#and daemon is just laughing his ass off

[hawkdisaster]

*Alternative universe when the Dance never happened but some relationships are still not so cordial.* (Part I) Alicent : Aemond, you have to stop. It's the seventh time this week that you try to burn Lucerys ! And it's only Tuesday ! Aemond : But he deserve it ! Alicent : I know this, but you can threaten people to burn them or even try to burn them at every inconvenience. So, as you Mother, i forbid you to act like this ever again. Do it again and there will be consequences ! Aemond : But... Alicent : No. More. Dracarys. For. You ! Aemond : Fine Mother, i would not do it again... Alicent : Thank you. *Leave* Aemond : If i can't do it myself, guess i will have to find another way... *Not even twenty minutes later, il the nursery.* Aemond : Good job Jaehaera. Now, what would you say about showing the new word you learned for Morghul at Lucerys ? Since my nephew is a good student when it come to high valyrian, he would be happy to see how good you are, just like him. Jaehaera, just happy to spend some time with him : Yes uncle ! *Later, in the throne's room.* Rhaenyra, looking at Lucerys wearing burned clothes : Would you please explain to us what exactly happened in the Dragonpit ? Lucerys : I don't know Mother ! I only wanted to spend some time with Arrax and before I can even figure out what's going on, my clothes were on fire ! Jaehaera, beaming with joy in Aegon's arms : That was me ! Uncle Aemond taught me a new word for Morghul and he said Luke would be happy to see how good my high valyrian is ! Rhaenyra, Jacaerys, Otto, Alicent, Helaena, Aegon : AEMOND !!

[drakaripykiros130ac]

I have an idea.

Why doesn’t Ser Crispy just repeat history, invite Alicent to sail away with him and sell oranges (since he doesn’t have a problem sullying his cloak with her), take her spawns with him, and leave the throne to the rightful heir as intended?

At this point, anything can happen. The show is pure fanfiction.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Spoil of War

dark!aegon x niece!reader

summary: aegon enjoys his time with his prisoner of war

A/N: my bad y'all, it took me forever to get this up

TW: MAJOR DUBCON, smut!!, bondage, incest, violence, kidnapping, degradation, body worship perhaps

word count: 2,245 words

You sit in your childhood bedroom, stewing with your thoughts. It was all so quick, the battle with Daeron, the demise of your dragon. You should be grateful; she spent her last moments cushioning your fall so you wouldn’t die on impact, but you can’t help thinking that you would be better off dead. There’s hardly anything worse than being a prisoner of war, except being Aegon’s prisoner of war.

Speak of the Devil, Aegon has the guards open your chamber doors and the smug bastard strolls in. “Ah, my sweet niece. I finally have the chance to lay my eyes on you.” He regards your nightgown with great interest. You haven’t had a chance to dress yourself for the day yet. “You’ve been quite the subject of controversy as of late.” He says with a light smirk.

“Which part is controversial, the fact that you’re keeping me prisoner, usurper?” You say back to him with spite.

“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic. It’s a temporary situation.” He says, unconcerned as he walks over to your dining table of untouched food and picks up an apple, taking a bite of it. “Once your mother bends the knee, i’ll return you to her. It’s as easy as that.”

“Or they’ll take control of King’s Landing and Daemon will slaughter you where you stand.” You’ve never heard your voice filled with such hate before as when you speak now.

“Come on, the threats are hardly necessary. You are safe with us - for the time being.” He makes a stupid joking cringe face at the second part of his sentence. “You could do with being more amicable.”

“Amicable? I’m your fucking prisoner and if her Grace the Queen doesn’t bend the knee to your spoiled, traitorus ass, you’ll execute me.”

“War doesn’t often give you many options. And you, my dear niece, are a very valuable bargaining chip.” As he speaks, you know he takes the utmost pleasure in you being in his control. You want to wipe the smug grin off his face.

You reach for the piece of glass you had hidden, ever so slowly. You feel your hand clutch it and your gaze is filled with rage as you launch yourself at him. “You traitor!” You aim for his throat with the sharp point but he catches your arm. The broken glass barely grazes him, leaving only the thinnest line of blood as proof of your attack. He twists your arm and the piece of glass clatters to the floor. Your uncle releases you only so he can backhand you so hard that you fall to the floor.

“Gods, you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He wipes the drip of the blood off his neck. “Clever girl, going for the throat.” He laughs at you. You just tried to kill him and he laughs at you.

You glare up at him, your face distraught and full of vengeance. You quickly reach for the glass that you had dropped but as soon as you manage to grip it again, Aegon kicks you in the stomach. You curl into yourself, whimpering.

“Okay that’s enough of that. Guards!” The guards immediately enter the room, ready to defend their king. “Restrain her. Use… rope.” He has a certain look on his face as he says the last word, seemingly pleased with himself as he struts out of the room.

You’re left on your knees, by the fireplace for an hour until Aegon returns. Your hands behind your back, the bindings keeping you in place. There is, what you consider to be, an unnecessary amount of rope tied around your body that is seemingly for decoration, for your uncle’s pleasure.

“Are you calm now?” He asks as he strides back into your chamber with arrogance. “I wasn’t sure what the cool down time was for Strong bastards.” His stare is hungry as he looks upon you. “What a pleasant sight, my combative niece tied up at my feet.” He almost mumbles the last part.

“I will be calm when I watch your body burn.” There is heat in your words, your threats.

“That is a lot of big talk for a girl who is kneeling for her king. You’re much more desirable like this… when you’re helpless beneath my gaze.” His fingertips graze under your chin, tilting it up so you have to look at him. You jerk your head away.

“Don’t touch me!” You spit at his feet.

“Silly to say such things when you’re at my mercy.” He kneels down to look at you better, his fingers run along your soft hair. “I’ve never been more tempted. And i’ve been tempted many, many times.” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “I had forgotten how divine you are.”

You know where he’s going with this, what he wants. His finger trails down your nightgown, to your breast, giving it a light squeeze. “You’ll burn in the Seven Hells for this!” You say as you fight against your restraints.

He ignores your words. “If I were a more brazen man, i’d ravish you right here and now… oh wait.” He chuckles at his own joke.

The fire burns bright behind you and his dagger gleams in the warm light as he unsheathes it. He cuts one of the cap sleeves of your nightgown. “You have no right.” Your eyes flare bolder than dragonflame as you speak.

“Oh, my lovely sweet niece, I absolutely have the right because you are under my protection. If I want to rip that nightgown off and ravage you, who’s going to stop me?” He says sadistically… lustfully as he cuts the other cap of your gown.

“It’s not a proper way to treat an important bargaining chip.” You say softly. To be truthful, younger you would be preening at the chance to be so close to Aegon. Up until now, you had thought that part of you had died with Luke. Now, he’s so close, so... alluring.

“It’s not, but when have I ever been known to behave properly?” He then cuts your nightgown off of you, down the middle and as swiftly as he can without cutting through your bonds, leaving you naked other than the smallclothes that barely cover your lower half.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you almost completely naked. His hand falls to your thigh, rubbing the smooth soft skin. “You’ve always had such a lovely figure, niece.”

You flinch and squirm some more. And then you begin to scream bloody murder. Aegon winces before grabbing part of your torn nightgown and shoving it in your mouth. “Such a noisy girl. Now, that’s better. You shouldn’t scream so much. I only intend to show you a good time. I promise you’ll love it.”  He smirks again. “Well… i’ll love it.”

His other hand trails up your navel, to your breast, giving it another squeeze. He then pushes you back on the flocculent carpet and what a sight you make with your hair splayed around you and your pretty mouth gagged. The pillows are strewn about you, in place so you can sit as close to the crackling fire as you wish. Now, it has become the perfect scene for Aegon to take you. He looks at you as if you are the maiden herself, descended from the heavens to be gifted to him. To him, your fairness outmatches Psyche… it outmatches Aphrodite. 

“You don’t know how long I have waited for this, princess.” He then rips your remaining small clothes off, leaving you completely nude. His eyes just rake over you for a moment before he speaks.  “Ah, a sight I could get used to.” He leans down to kiss your breast, focusing on your nipple, focusing on making you feel good? He litters little marks all over before moving to the other and giving it the same attention. He then begins to methodically kiss down your chest, to your tummy, past your navel. You know what he intends his final destination to be. You keep your legs clamped firmly shut, not fully because you want him to stop, and partly because of the wetness that lies between your thighs.

“Hm, a little shy, are we? How sweet…” It isn’t difficult for him to pry your legs open and he grins at the sight of you dripping for him. “Naughty little girl, all wet for her uncle.” 

You turn your heat to the side so you don’t have to make eye contact with him. He grabs your chin and turns your head back. “No. You will watch as I fuck you with my tongue.” You try not to groan as he licks up between your legs, his eyes on yours as his pupils blow wide. He kisses, licks and nips at you, taking you to places in pleasure you’ve never been before. When his tongue pierces your entrance, you can’t stop the whimper that falls from your lips. You hope the gag muted the sound enough that he wouldn’t hear, but your hopes are dashed when he lifts his head.

“I think I want to hear all the pretty little sounds that you make. No more screaming though. Unless, they’re screams of gratification.” He pulls the torn cloth from your mouth but you keep your lips stubbornly sealed. He shakes his head and chuckles before he is between your thighs again. The man eats you like you’re his last meal but you don’t let a single sound out, much to his displeasure even if he can tell that you don’t do it with ease. 

“Why must you be so difficult?” He asks exasperatedly.

“I want you dead.” He rolls his eyes at the statement. “Perhaps you aren’t as good at pleasuring women as you believe.” That pisses him off.

“You’re such a little liar.” He flips you over so your ass is in the air and your chest and face are squished into a cushion, your hands unable to hold you up due to their bindings. “Perhaps I need to fuck that bratty behaviour out of you.” He says and you hear the rustling of clothes behind you. You know he’s undressing and you know there’s no way you can stop him from taking you now, not with how you have pissed him off, not with how your cunt is so deliciously presented to him. But it won’t stop you from trying.

“Aegon don’t you dare.” You say with all the confidence you can muster. You don’t fear your maidenhood being taken, you fear the possibility of a bastard being put in your belly.

“Don’t you ever presume to tell me what I can and cannot do, wench.” With that, he shoves himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. You let out a strangled moan and he laughs. “No keeping your sounds to yourself now.” He then begins to piston himself into you, the head of him brushing your cervix with each thrust. You feel so full every time his hips meet yours. “Gods i’ve never felt a cunt so tight and wet.” His hands grip your hips roughly so he can bring them back with each thrust, making it feel like he’s hitting deeper inside of you. 

“Aegon…” You whine out and squeeze a little around him.

“You like it, don’t you? You like it when your uncle fucks you. I’ve taken you as a prisoner and now you’re moaning in pleasure as I use you. What would your brothers think, what would your mother think, if they saw you taking my cock so well?”

You just whine his name again in response, your head too cloudy to give him an answer.

“I want you to say it. Say how much you love having me inside you.” He fucks into you so deeply that all you want to do is obey.

“I l-ove it, uncle. I love it when you fuck me.” You whimper out again as he stretches you so perfectly.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” His finger comes between your legs to rub your clit and you almost scream. “God, you’re such a little cockslut. Am I your first, little niece?”

“Y-Yes…” You say softly and he grins.

“I thought so. Nobody gets so worked up like a maiden.” He rubs you harder, so fast that you see stars. You begin to squirm a little as your walls begin to squeeze around his thick cock.

He grasps your hair at the roots and pulls your head back so you have to look him in the eye. “That’s right, cum around my cock, baby. Do it.” You fully reach your peak with his command. He watches your face contort with pleasure as you finish around his cock, drawing out his own orgasm. He gives a few more hard thrusts before spilling his seed in you. “Good girl.”

You wince as he pulls out, feeling empty now. He easily manoeuvres you back to your knees and stands up with you at his feet. He tilts your chin up so you have to look him in the eye again.

“I’ll be visiting you much more often now. You don’t have the kind of cunt a man can handle only fucking once.” His thumb strokes your cheek. For the depravity he speaks, his voice is surprisingly soft

“I hate you.”

He smiles gently. “Hate me all you want. I can take it.”

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[gwaynewantstofuckcriston]

I owe you - Criston Cole x Gwayne Hightower

Explicit, mlm, oral sex, angst, set after 2x03, enemies to lovers, fast burn, open ending.

Criston yanked off his armor, the squire attending him. He was pissed. Beyond pissed. Alicent had sent him her uppity green boy of a brother to babysit him. It wounded him, down deep. He was already stressed beyond relief, and Aegon impulsively appointed Criston as hand. Just the icing on the lemon cake. He sent his squire off with an aggravated hand.

Gwayne was quiet since they’d hidden in the woods, their encampment having to hide under the cover of night, almost getting burnt by Daemon’s spawn on a dragon. The fool was going to a fucking inn. An inn for fucks sake, was he daft or just that self-absorbed?

The beleaguered man couldn’t bring himself to be that angry at Alicent, her control was slipping more and more every day. He thumbed her favor, inhaling it before tucking it away. Criston’s dark eyes cast to his sullied cloak, lips turning down. His thoughts were dark, swirling, and hard to define. It made him angry, full of rage.

Must he be so weak of heart all the time? Failing his duties yet getting promoted to a position he couldn’t possibly execute, but he took it, Criston always took it from the crown he served. His leg was tapping restlessly, hands clenching and unclenching.

Perhaps Alicent was right. They were cursed and doomed. What even was honor or duty these days? He took off his undershirt and pants, washing himself with the small basin of water they collected. No amount of water or scrubbing would scrape the filth from his body.

Common, half-dornish, impulsive, lustful filth.

A ruffling of his tent flaps alarmed him, glaring at the sound, brows furrowed. He called out, “Who the fuck is it? I’m not on watch yet.”

A voice replied, the irritating lofty accent of the Hightower fucker. “I’m merely trying to talk, may I enter?” Criston tugged on his breeches, frowning heavily. He growled, “Come in then.”

Gwayne’s light reddish hair entered, his haughty blue eyes gazing at Criston. He looked like Otto in a way, smug looks and smirks. The Marcher grimaced, demanding, “What? I’m trying to get some rest.”

The lordling gave him a look, eyes looking through him, that same smile he bestowed back in King’s Landing. Like he wanted to eat Criston alive…before flipping on a coin to lob insults. He demanded again, voice lowering, “I asked you a question, Ser. What do you need?”

Gwayne’s smirk faltered, his eyes turning downwards. He murmured, “I came to thank you. For saving my ass. I’d seen my nephew's dragon, but never one trying to kill me.” Criston scoffed, “Be prepared for more.” He paused, leveling the younger knight with a look, “You’re quite green aren’t you? Never seen a battle, flouncing around tourneys. Left alone from your father.”

Gwayne’s fairer skin blushed as he protested, “I’m finely trained, I just didn’t expect that. I’m trying to thank you, not argue!” He frowned, eyes gaining that piercing nature of Alicent. Criston stepped forward, sizing up the slim frame of the man.

Hightower as they come, willowy and graceful. Criston could easily take him down.

He laughed bitterly, “You know nothing of spilling blood. I’ve fought in battles before you touched live steel. Fighting off the Dornish.” Gwayne was a little shorter than Criston, swallowing audibly, blue eyes flickering. He couldn’t focus, eyes darting to the older man’s face and bare chest.

“Where’s my apology then, Hightower? So far you’ve come in and stammered, Alicent has more gall than you.”

Gwayne frowned, eyes narrowing as he slowly stated, “I apologize for suggesting such a foolish thing, leaving us exposed. I owe you a debt, Lord Commander.” Criston gripped his shoulder, smirking, “You’d be best to listen if you wish to keep your pretty face.”

The redhead inhaled sharply, pupils expanding. He breathed, “I see how you’ve bewitched my sister.” Criston raised a brow, gripping harder, “Mind yourself.” Gwayne shivered, mouth falling open, his pink lips wet.

Why did he want to force this pretty boy down? Criston was depraved enough. He shoved down his guilt over Alicent, did she even care? He didn’t know.

His breath deepened, studying the lordling. Gwayne stammered, “I can repay the debt some more, let me, you’re so damn tense.” Cole cocked his head, voice darkening, “How will you do that, Hightower? Rub my shoulders? You’re starting to make me think you frequented those pillow houses for men in Oldtown.”

Gwayne inhaled sharply, placing a calloused hand on Criston’s chest, thumbing his gold necklace, cheeks darkening by the second. He made a soft sound as a tan hand slid to the side of his pulsing throat, thumb swiping up and down his rapid pulse point.

“I- I’ll show you things I know sister dearest doesn’t allow. Keeps you on a tight leash doesn’t she,” Gwayne rasped, desperation lacing his voice. He was panting, licking his lips.

“Don’t speak of her grace, she’s not depraved. Fine, show your skills.”

Criston yanked Gwayne by his silly doublet, shoving his lips against the lordling. He growled into the kiss, seeking that dominance he’d been denied. The redhead moaned, sweeter than he’d expected, arching into Criston’s touch.

It felt different, soft lips and tongues, lacking the plushness of the woman Criston had kissed. Gwayne was eager- hands running through Criston’s chest hair and firm pecs. He let Criston lap and bruisingly kiss him, making more soft moans.

He pulled back to ask, “Do you always moan like a whore?”

“Do you always kiss men like you’re starving for it?”

Criston jerked Gwayne’s head back by his hair, biting and kissing at pale, smooth skin. The lordling whined, hands digging into Criston’s waist. He panted, “Want to suck your cock, let me, let me, when’s the last time you had that? You act like you need to fucking cum.”

Criston smirked at the desperate begging, steady hands unbuttoning that doublet, commenting, “You wore this to a battle. Mayhaps you’d be better as my slut in the tent.” He rumbled with dark laughter as Gwayne gasped, heaving with arousal. His pretty pale chest and slim hips were revealed, flushed too.

Gwayne shrugged it off, falling to his knees as Criston backed onto his cot, thickened thighs spread wide, his swollen cock protruding through the pale fabric. Criston watched him with a pensive expression, eyes lingering on swollen lips and the pretty boy’s deft hands, long elegant fingers undoing his pants.

Gwayne mumbled, “Fuck- can’t believe I’m doing this. You’re inside my damn sister on the daily. But she’s not here is she?” Criston felt guilt, growling, “Get to it, I’d rather not dwell on that.” His hand thumbed at Gwayne’s lips, sliding a thick thumb across his wet lips.

Criston hissed as he was eased out of his breeches, throbbing prick thick and heavy. He knew he was a mouthful, long ago before he was bedding prim nobles. Gwayne wanted it, drooling spit on the tip of Criston’s dark cock.

He spat into his lithe hand, wrapping it around the girth, lashes fluttering as he blabbed, “You’re a thick one.” Criston breathed through his nose, shuddering when a hot, wet mouth enveloped his recently neglected prick. He let his head fall back, moaning lowly, hand gripping reddish waves.

The younger Hightower was eager, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing eagerly, hand moving in tandem as he sloppily drooled more. Criston shivered again, tightening his grip, moaning again. Fuck this was delicious. Bastard had a mouth on him.

Gwayne slipped his other hand down to the cup and squeezed gently at his sack, a thumb sliding across the seam, Criston gasping in surprise. The lordling smirked, flicking his tongue playfully, pulling the skin back as he lathered attention on the cockhead.

“Ahh- fuck- you’re wicked,” Criston breathed, pathetically trying to control his voice, finding it to pitch up as his ecstasy increased. His thighs were twitching, belly tight. Gwayne merely moaned like a slut, the vibrations sending the older knight reeling again. Gwayne’s blue eyes watched him, teary and pretty, lashes wet and clumped.

He swallowed down more of Criston’s cock, slick, slick drool sliding down to coat his sensitive balls. Gwayne merely thumbed and rubbed gently, Criston losing his edge, scrunching his face closed, mouth wide open.

He leaned back, overwhelmed, elbows feebly keeping the marcher upright as his current nuisance was eagerly shoving cock down his throat and whining like he was going to come. Criston’s back was arching as he panted, moans slipping from his wet lips.

He wanted to kiss more and was already thinking of fucking the pretty slip between his thighs into the ground.

“I- I’m close, Gwayne I’m close,” he warned, voice tight and eyes watering, hand pulling some.

The redhead eyed him again, eyes conveying for Criston to shut up. He sped his movement up, the noises obscene. Choked whimpering spilled from Gwayne’s stretched lips. His throat was wet and tight, flexing and swallowing. The lithe hand caressing Criston’s balls shifted, two of his long fingers sliding back.

The marcher looked at him wildly, Gwayne shaking his head, raising a brow. That little fox was NOT getting his hand near his ass. Maybe. Criston eased back, huffing again as his body was trembling, muscles drawing tight as ecstasy flowed through his tired body.

Curious fingers pressed upwards, into the soft spot behind his sack. Criston seized with a grunt, biting his lip as he swallowed down a pathetic noise, tiny whines leaving his lips. It was emasculating at how he was reduced to feminine trembling and spread thighs, the orgasm forcing him into submission. He pumped his thick load down the man’s throat, Gwayne swallowing eagerly, greedy with it.

He lathered attention until the marcher gasped, “Ah, no more, you’ve paid your debt, gods.”

Gwayne pulled off with a wet pop, grinning with swollen wet lips, lapping some spit from the corner of his mouth. He moaned, “Cat’s out the bag I guess, I like sucking cock. I like sucking yours, Lord Commander.” He patted Criston’s thigh, smug with his talented efforts.

The Lord Commander was exhausted, eyes lidded as he regarded Gwayne. He yawned, “Quite the cocksucker, with and without one in your mouth. What was that shite you pulled on me at the end?”

Gwayne leaned forward placing his arms on the older man’s legs. He smirked, haughtily humming, “Such a pity. Stuck to doing whatever your master tells you. It’s a good spot in your ass, makes a man twice your size squeal like a maiden.”

“Now, does Otto know your predilections?”

Gwayne shrugged, “He was away, focused on my sister getting on the rotted King’s lap. I grew up without stress or constant eyes, doing as I pleased. You’d benefit. Already more relaxed out here. Besides dragons and a war.”

Criston felt his chest tighten at the hard truth. The Red Keep was a prison, coated in gleaming paint. He grumbled, “You come?” Criston felt lethargic, lazily beckoning the knight.

“No, was pretty close,” he breathlessly laughed.

Gwayne crawled upwards, Criston watching him with a strange expression as the younger sat atop his thighs. Gwayne remained silent for once, blue meeting black. His hand slowly pulled at the strings on his breeches, waiting for a rebuttal.

“Don’t come on me. Take care of yourself, too pretty not to watch.”

Gwayne retorted, “Pull my cock or finger myself, my lord?” He grinned at the aghast look on Criston’s face, eyes wide, brows firmly set in surprise. He stammered, “I- just do what you want, make it quick.”

The lordling searched around, looking for some sort of grease or oil. He found a small jar of scented oil, raising a brow, teasing, “Did you nick this off my sister?” Criston smacked his thigh, frowning.

Gwayne poured a bit into his hand, setting the little jar back down. He slathered his pink cock, already ruddy and flushed from arousal, lips lax at the pleasure. Criston nipped his lip, taking in the sight. He growled, “Be a bit quieter, will you?”

Gwayne nodded, fisting himself rapidly, breath coming fast and hard. He whimpered softly, squirming as his hand teased the underside of the tip. The Hightower lad’s other hand slid back, massaging that spot he spoke of, lashes fluttering as he moaned helplessly, sweating.

The marcher couldn’t help but be enamored. Those damn siblings would kill him. Kill him. If the war didn’t first. He placed a hand on Gwayne’s slim thigh, gripping the meager flesh on the inside.

“Fuck- please- good,” Hightower panted.

Criston gripped his slim hip, eyes boring into blue, murmuring, “You’re shameless.”

Gwayne frantically looked for his tunic, grabbing it as he whimpered and shook, riding his fingers instead of working his cock before covering his prick with green. Criston smirked, the knight falling apart, thin chest heaving as he whimpered, shaking from head to toe as he emptied into the tunic.

The younger fell to his side, panting as he rolled on his back, Criston smirking, pleased with the submissive nature of Gwayne. He looked over, rumbling, “Consider this debt nonsense over. I’m expecting I’ll save your ass soon.”

Gwayne laughed breathlessly, eyes warm. He replied, ���Eh, you’ll be seeking me out. Let me gather myself for a moment, don’t want to look too much of a mess.” He snorted, eyes on his soiled tunic.

Criston felt too tired to kick out the lad, eyes closing. He hummed, “Sure. Let me sleep and be gone in the morn, we have more to travel before sunrise.” He shoved the smaller man aside, rolling onto his side. The redhead smirked, moving over, stretching in satisfaction.

[hedgiwithapen]

DHD: Leverage daemon au

(confession: I read the first 80% of golden compass in 2006 while waiting for christmas and thus new books and never finished it, so my rules for worldbuilding now!) Some things, everyone knows. Like how to breathe, and just as important. Separating hurts. Nothing cut can be made whole. Daemons don’t settle twice. Everyone in the business knew that Eliot Spencer’s Daemon had settled as an American black bear, and that Marron could kill just as viciously as he did.  Everyone deep in the business knew that he was Moreau’s right hand. Everyone in the business knew that Moreau’s best men were Severed.

Nate had never asked where Marron was, and neither had Sophie, though neither of them knew everything about his time with Moreau. He guessed they’d figured out something as close to the truth as anyone was going to guess, even Moreau. None but the two of them knew the truth, that Marron had run to save them both. That Marron had come back, a scruffy mongrel with a broken banner of a tail. She kept her distance the first few jobs, waiting in the Shadows. Eliot could always feel her there, just as strong as if she’d been only a few feet away. That wasn’t supposed to be how things worked, but no one had told Marron that. Parker, though, had noticed right away. “Like us,” she’d said, eyes flicking skyward. Rhodonite had settled as a Kestral young, after the first stint in Juvie. They’d agreed without needing to speak, aloud or otherwise, about it. That was how they worked. Who could say who’s idea anything they did was? They were the same, and neither of them suffered cages or locked doors lightly. “No,” Eliot had said, uncertain how much was a lie. “No,” Parker had returned. “You’re like us. It was safer. They don’t get that.” She was right about that. Hardison’s Chip, and Nate’s Vianney almost never left their shoulders. When Chip had to, it was usually to a pocket, and Vianney, though she could fly some distance away when a con called for it, preferred to stay as close as possible, where she could bite Nate’s ear, or preen his hair, depending on just how much of an ass he was being. It was easier to hide a pika than a parrot, unfortunately, but they always made do.  Remy helped with that. Remy had introduced himself when Nate had introduced Sophie to the team, a soft mink draped over a shoulder. “Remy. It’s short for anything you can think of,” he’d said, sliding off Sophie’s arm to investigate, shifting into a sleek, dark cat. He’d been Rembrant, Reminiscent, Remolade, Remnant; everything from a mobster’s coiled snake to a street rat’s street rat. It never bothered him what his name was, or what hers was--Sophie, Katherine, Charlotte, Laura. Names were as changeable as the color of her hair, the shade of his eyes.  “She never settles, so I don’t see why I have to. If you have a problem with that, I’ll bite you.” “I’ll bite you, too,” Sophie had laughed, a deadly glint in her eye. “So, Nate, what’s the score? What finally got you to try my side of the board?” The money had been good. The understanding--or at least, the hiding of judgment, was better. They’d split off and found their way back, again, again.

[sunnyie-eve]

1. The Challenge

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Series: Devious Opportunity

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: playful flirting between cousin (duh Targaryen incest) and Alicent pushing views on Aegon

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Since Celeste could remember things, she had always been raised in Kings Landing castle. She knew who her father was yet they weren't very close. She was his first child, who happened to be a bastard, with a past love affair.

Viserys knew his brother cared deep down for his daughter by letting her live with him. Daemon knew she was better off there than with him. He would visit her there and write letters to her but even when he married Laena, he never had her come live with them. Plus Rhaenyra cared for her since there was something she thought was just so special about her.

Maybe it had something to do with her knowing Celeste's mother since she was always kind to her. Or maybe because she their mothers both died the same way. Or because she saw some handmaids didn't care to take care of her for some odd reason as she was growing up.

At the moment, Celeste was running through the halls to get to Princess Rhaenyra's room to see the new baby. As she busts through the doors out of breath Rhaenyra and Harwin laugh at her.

"I hear it was another boy." She says out of breath, "Let me see, let me see." She gets on her tip-toes trying to get a better look at him as Harwin was holding him. Rhaenyra nods her head so he gives her to Celeste to hold.

Even though Celeste the and boys were cousins, they acted like siblings more towards each other. Probably because Rhaenyra acted like a mother towards her since she doesn't have much memory of her own mother.

"Between us, I hope he gets his father's looks." She smiles at the baby before passing him back to Harwin. "I'll leave you three alone." She heads for the door, "But I'll be back to give him more love later." She adds leaving with a smile.

As she was walking around the yard, Aegon joins her, "You should have seen the joke we did on Aemond." He laughs so she looks at him.

"Are you to tell me more or not?" She asks him.

"Oh, since he doesn't have a dragon, we gave him a pig with wings. The Pink Dread." He laughs more while she didn't find it funny.

"Why must you boys make fun of him for not having one like the rest of us? You don't have to make it harder on him." She looks at the weapons since she had always fancied them oddly. Especially ones that were made well and looked nice.

"It was Jace and Luke's idea." He tells her so she gives him a look, "It was my idea." He rolls his eyes, "You know, I don't care for how well you know me."

Celeste chuckles as she starts to walk away with him following her, "I'm the only person who ever really pays attention to you. I know you more than your siblings, parents, and maids know you."

"Ah yes, and I appreciate you for that." He playful tugs on her hair causing her to turn to face him with a glare in her face. "I had to get you to face me somehow."

"You couldn't ask me to stop and turn around?"

"As we both know, you know me so I'll say no." He smiles, "No, but I do truly appreciate that you pay attention to me. We both know no one else does unless I step out of line. How else would I get my mother to pay attention to me." He laughs but deep down it hurt him.

"I don't just pay attention to you, Aegon. I care about you as well. We're the closest. Somehow we are which blows my mind to this day since you're a pain in my ass."

He can't help but laugh, "That's one of my titles, of course, just for you to use." He bows a bit, "My lady."

"There's never a dull moment when you're around." She shakes her head at him, "I'm off to go love on my new brother." She leaves him.

"Cousin!" He corrects her.

"Basically my brother!" She shouts back starting to jog back towards Rhaenyra's chambers.

Later in the day, Celeste was bored and just wanted to talk to someone so she headed towards Aegon's chambers. They often had long chats to pass the time along when they were both bored. They never minded when one would wonder into the other's room since they have been doing such a thing since they could remember.

Before walking in the door was slightly opened and she could hear the Queen was in the room, "If Rhaenyra comes into power your very life could be forfeit. Aemond's as well. She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession."

"Then I won't challenge-," Aegon starts but is cut off.

"You are the challenge! You are the challenge, Aegon! Simply by living and breathing! You are the King's firstborn son and what they know, what everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones... is one day, you will be our King." Alicent shouts at him making Celeste's eyes widen.

As she hears her coming towards the room she moves away from the door far enough to act like she was walking that way, "Queen Alicent." She smiles as they came face to face.

"Celeste." She sighs, "Have you heard about the prank that was pulled on Aemond?" She stops her.

"Aegon told me about earlier. I told him they needed to leave him alone and stop making fun of his brother. He said it was the other's idea but I knew he was lying so he admitted to it." She lets her know before she continues her way. 

When she entered Aegon's room he was still sitting in bed like his mother left him thinking about everything, "You know Rhaenyra would never do anything to you or Aemond, right?" She tells him, "Yes, she's not close to either of you but she would never kill either of you for the throne."

He looks over at her, "You heard everything..."

"You know I like to listen to others when I'm not supposed to." She slightly smiles, "How about I step out for a minute so you can get dressed then we can talk?" She leaves him room and when he was dressed he tells her he's done.

"Why does my own mother not listen to me?" He asks looking over at Celeste sitting at the end of his bed. "I have no want for the throne. Now or when I'm older."

"Then stand your ground even when she pushes you." She tells him, "Yes, everyone in the realm prefers a man to takeover but honestly you and I know you are not the best fit to do such a thing." 

"I know and I know my own mother believes that as well deep down but for some reason she wants me to still be a King." He huffs pacing around, "Why can't I be on my own?"

"Because people don't want things to change." She tells the truth.

"What about what I want?" He stops to face her so she gets up to hug him and he holds her tightly.

[cregansgf]

𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

кเик†๏вэя, 𝓭𝐚𝔂 ⑨

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

Daemon couldn’t help but watch as his two girls humped each other like animals, the moans and whimpers slipping past their lips making his cock twitch in his breeches.

“I think Daemon likes to watch” Rhaenyra smirked, her hands gripping onto Y/n’s waist, guiding the girl as she grinded on her thigh, her brown hair flowing down her back, stopping just above her ass.

Y/n didn’t respond as she rocked herself faster, knowing that the only man she craved had been watching her dirty sin only turned her on more.

“You like that, hm?” Rhaenyra cooed, lifting one of her hands to remove a strand of Y/n’s hair from her face, tucking it behind the girls ear. “You like that he’s watching?”

“Yes!” She blurted, her hand gripping nyras other thigh, her eyes rolling back as Rhaenyra started gently bouncing her leg, hitting Y/n’s clit perfectly. “Love when he watches!”

“tsk” Daemon hummed, kneeling beside the girl, his eyes locked on the wetness covering Rhaenyra’s leg and the way

Y/n’s tits kept bouncing with her movements. “Such a bad girl, getting off on her thigh alone, couldn’t wait for my cock?”

“Mm,” She whimpered, finding herself unable to form a sentence.

“Cum for her.” Daemon uttered, his tone laced with lust as one of his hands lifted to cup her jaw, forcing her to look at him as she came on nyras thigh.

“Kiss me!” Y/n begged, pouting slightly as she locked eyes with him, her pace never slowing as she came undone, letting herself go.

“Since you asked so nicely” He smirked, leaning over and connecting their lips, missing the way Rhaenyra’s hips bucked up as she watched them.

Daemon let out a laugh once they pulled away, a string of spit still connecting them, “Think it’s time for my cock” He groaned, lifting Y/n up and placing her beside Rhaenyra, a smirk on all their faces as they knew what would happen next.

[the20thangel]

Sweet Bliss in the Abyss

This was a request from @ithilwen-aranel

Prompt:  I need a fic where reader is a Targ princess and dragon rider and a known fierce warrior, like Visenya reincarnated level warrior but nobody knows that she has sleep paralysis. So she's marching with House Blackwood to Harrenhal and it's nighttime so they're in tents and her and Benji's tents happen to be next to each other. So that night she gets an attack/episode and he hears her muffled cries and sobs and he helps her get out of it and he finally sees the girl inside the warrior and he comforts her by showing that he has vulnerable sides too and stuff.

This is my take on the prompt, I hope you enjoy this story while I continue working on my next chapter for my series The Dragon and the Raven. @ithilwen-aranel I hope I did justice to what you imagined.

CW: Sleep Paralysis symptoms and vision.

word count: 1566

Saenaera huffed while dueling with two knights from House Tully; she was bored by this mediocre duel. These knights were supposed to help her mother reclaim her throne, but they were two boys trying to show off their fancy stances and practiced skills. In war, there is no room for such pretty and flashy shows. Knocking both men to their asses, Saenaera darkly chuckled. 

“I think that’s enough; you all are too feeble for my taste.” grunted the princess as she watched the men run away from her. 

Saenaera looked around and saw that everyone lowered their eyesight or walked away, not wanting to be the pick of the princess aire. Saenaera snorted as she walked away in disappointment; her father would not be pleased. Saenaera knew she was not what the lords expected from a princess. People always liked to compare her to Queen Visenya; both were no-nonsense, fierce warriors and had little patience for foolish men. Like her father, Prince Daemon, and grandmother, Alyssa, she preferred to be on dragon back and training with swords instead of batting her pretty little eyes and reading songs and poems. Song and Poems were not what would win the war from her stupid and fat usurper of an uncle. They had one more day left before reaching Harrenhall, and the journey was taking a toll on her. 

She knew how crucial her position was in leading these men to Harrenhall; with the risk of Vaghar in the air, they needed another strong dragon rider ready to face the giant dragon. Who better than her and her dragon Aegarax, previously known as The Cannibal? Her boy was misunderstood and needed a bond to help ease his mind back to stability. She understood him, and he understood her. 

She had her secrets that not even her mother knew about. During the night, when everyone should be sleeping peacefully, she had visions, terrifying ones that paralyzed her. They were so vivid and heinous, and all she could do was lay there. She has tried everything to eliminate these visions or at least break from them during the process, but nothing has seemed to work. The only remedy has been drinking a special tea that Maester Gerardys has given her in Dragonstone. Being away from home made her worried that the visions would start again. 

Saenaera shook her head from her thoughts, not wanting to dwell on them, when she noticed that from away from the crowd of knights in the training yards was a young man, alone, practicing. She stood there to take in the sight. What a sight, indeed! This man wasn’t like the others who liked to show off their skills like peacocks. No, he swung his sword with fierce precision. From where she stood, she could see his face; he wore a rabid grin, and his eyes swirled like a storm. Intrigued, she walked closer and clapped to make her presence known. Once her claps resounded, the young man froze before quickly turning to her, causing him to trip on his feet. Saenaera laughed; how could a man so precise earlier just go to a boy tripping over his feet? 

The young lord’s eyes widened and he quickly bowed to the princess.

“No need for that, my lord. I’m terribly sorry for breaking your focus, but I just had to express how impressive you are with the sword,” stated Saenaera as she walked closer. 

The young lord paled a little, “Thank you, my princess. It is an honor hearing that from you.” 

The princess smiled, extending her arm to him, “You are most welcome, Lord…” 

“Lord Benjicot Blackwood, from Raventree Hall, my princess. Please just call me Ben or Beni; my name is a mouthful to say.” Benji awkwardly chuckled as he clumsily kissed the princess's hand. 

Saenaera giggles, finding it surprising and endearing: “Well then, you may call me Naera, for my name is also a mouthful to say. 

As they returned to the camps, Naera asked why Benji wasn’t with the rest of the knights when she was dueling with them. Embarrassed, Benji scratched his head, stating that he preferred training on his own, not liking the numerous stares, and expressing how many of these knights preferred to flaunt their skills than train, and he had no patience for that. Naera nodded, completely agreeing with the Lord of Raventree Hall. Once they returned, the Lord and Princess noticed that their tents were neighbors as they bid each other goodnight. 

In the dead of night, the camp was silent; with the fire crackling, everyone was asleep, enjoying the lulling dreams… all except for one. Just like how she worried, Naera lay there as another vision took hold of her. This was a new vision and a grotesque one. Two monsters were slithering towards her, and she couldn't help but notice how the faces resembled Prince Aemond and the usurper Aegon. A weird and horrifying distortion of their faces with their grins running from ear to ear and long serpent-like tongues laughing as they came closer and closer to her. She tried screaming and kicking anything to wake her body up and reach for her sword, but nothing happened. She hated this feeling of helplessness as she could do nothing. As they reached her, a tongue ran up her face. She felt disgust as she tried again to wake, and it seemed that the gods took pity on her as she jumped up, finally waking to gasp and crying, trying to claw the ugly sensation out of her face. Turning wildly, looking for the two beasts, but they were gone. Naera couldn’t help but bring her legs towards her as she tried to muffle her sobs; this vision was the worst one yet. 

Unbeknownst to her, Benji was waking after hearing the commotion coming from the next tent. Benjicot was always a light sleeper, so the princess's noises quickly awakened him. As he listened, his heart dropped to his gut, thinking that she was being attacked as he quickly jumped from his bed, grabbed his sword, and ran into her tent. Once he barged in, he quickly scanned the room for the intruder, but there was no sign of anybody else, just the princess curling to a ball in her bed, silently crying. Benji dropped his sword beside the bed as he tried to check for harm to the princess. Naera, feeling hands touch her, made her gasp and try to strike the attacker before noticing it was just Benjicot. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ben. I did not mean to strike you.”  She quickly apologized, reaching for his scarlet cheek. 

Benji took the princess’ hand and stared into her lilac eyes. “Are you alright, my princess? Were you attacked?” 

As the princess shook her head, Benji sighed in relief before dropping her hand. But Naera, still raw from the vision, just sobbed again and reached for the young lord. Causing Benji to freeze as he felt the princess curl to his chest. He gathered her into his arms and slowly rocked, trying to bring comfort. After what seemed like an hour but was a few minutes, the princess finally stopped her tears and apologized. 

“No need, princess, I am happy to bring comfort, but what happened? Did someone try to attack you?” questioned Benji worryingly. 

Naera froze. How could she explain what she saw to somebody? They would assume she was crazy or, worse, believe that she was cursed or possessed, just as Green Queen would happily spread. Nonetheless, she felt that she owed Benji an explanation, seeing his worried face as he waited for her response. 

“No, I wasn’t…attack… it was just a horrible…nightmare,” she finally settled on what to say. “It just felt so real…” she further explained as she closed her eyes tightly. 

Benjicot wrapped his arms around the princess, trying to bring comfort. Nightmares, no matter how old you are, can always be terrible, so to have such a fearsome princess reduced to tears, the nightmare must have been truly terribly. After a beat of holding her, Benjioct loosened his hold and helped the princess lay back. Once she settled and her breathing relaxed, Benji stood, turning to return to his bed. Before he could even take a step, an arm stopped him. Turning, he saw the beautiful princess look at him with doe-like eyes, and her lips quivered. 

“Please, stay…” she whisperly pleaded to him. 

Benji's heart flipped as he looked at the sight. He nodded and moved to lay in the bed next to her, bringing her into his arms. She cuddled closer to the young lord, placing her head on his chest, sighing as she felt his arms tighten around her waist.  Benji lay with his princess, running his fingers through her silky pale waves, taking the liberty to kiss her head softly, chastely.  After a few more minutes, the princess’s breath even out, relaxing enough in the arms of the Lord of House Blackwood to fall back asleep. Having felt the princess’s breathing, Benji soon also relaxed, leaning his head on the lush pillows as he was lulled asleep with the warmness of the princess in his arms. The two, a lord and a princess, could go back soundly to the realm of dreams, taking comfort from each other as they continued the night, sleeping in each other's warm embrace.

[writingsofwesteros]

Jaehaera at a pageant when it's time to perform.

She had a cute little ballet routine, aunty Daella choreographed for her....just for her to do this when she gets on stage.

"What is she doing!" Nora hissed

"I-i have no idea this wasn't choreograph" Daella shakily replied trying not to laugh.

"Pft-"

"STOP LAUGHING AEGON!"

"What she's adorable!"

Meanwhile, Alicent is recording, Rhaenyra and Bestie are silently laughing, Helaena is holding Jaehaerys who is following his sisters lead, and surprisingly, Daemon is directing Jaehaera from the sidelines on how to fo the dance since he was the one who taught her.

Aemond, who is holding Baelon, just shakes his head while Daella, who is holding Aelon, hides her face in his chest laughing her little ass off.

Needless to say, Jaehaera won the pageant

NO WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!!!!!!! Or Nora worked hard on that routine and now her little Hera goes and does this..but wins everyone over ;)

[lemonhemlock]

what are they doiiiing, man

The more I believed I wasn't a book puritist, the more this show is trying to make me one because what are they doing?

Everything is inconsistent from episode to episodo and from season to season, like they're not even trying to make it believable

The only good thing is fr Daemon plot and this does shock me because I wouldn't have believed it before lol

And they're kind of making me feel angry about the green (alicent the most, because what are you doiiing? Not even on a book!alicent point, but from the same shows, she is always something different and it's humiliating really)

Idk, i try to take all with a light heart but... it's still able to make me quite mad

And sorry for all the typos and errors, I'm in a rush dhsjal

i mean it's a really disappointing season

i've said it before in my critiques, we can argue all day about characterisation (maybe some actually see aemond as an emotionless psycho, maybe some actually buy that alicent would sell out her own sons for rhaenyra), but there is little to no buildup for these HUGE changes and they don't even make sense in the context of the story. the greens are so, so emotionally flat and one-note melancholy with stunted dynamics. if they don't give a shit about each other, why and even HOW could the audience? where is the tragedy? ok, you want to make those changes from the books and create completely different versions of these characters: you have to make me believe it, man. you have to put in the work.

but these writers don't even understand the politics of the world they are inhabiting. they're not fixing any plot holes from the books, they're creating more. how the heck is house hightower JUST fine with having TWO members of their family dismissed in quick succession from the small council? who is financing this war? uncle hobert should be writing angry letters to aemond demanding appropriate reparations or else the hightower armies go back to oldtown. if they are not going to advance their own interests further as a house, why are they fighting this pointless war? tyland lannister should have given aemond some lip back for his attitude since house lannister has resources (i.e. armies, ships and gold) that aemond needs. these people have power! we've already seen the riverlords take no shit from daemon and he has a dragon too!

i've said this already to our dear @stannisfactions, so i'm gonna repeat myself here, but if alicent somehow became convinced that aemond was so off the rails he was going to get helaena killed................ there are ways around that that DON'T involve selling out your entire family to rhaenyra (certainly your male relatives, even the ones who didn't do a damn thing to you, like your brother, your uncle, your cousins, YOUR OTHER SON (THE NICE ONE), who are only following YOUR lead at the end of the day, because YOU put aegon on the throne and told them to mobilize forces and declare for him and now rhaenyra will see them all as traitors.

has everyone forgotten how to stage a castle coup? i know vhagar is big and scary, but she's parked way outside KL and aemond is just one man who was NOT shown to hustle for his own connections and personal network of friends. smack him in the damn head and throw his ass in jail!! tell everyone else the now-conscious KING aegon told you to! alicent was ruling queen for many years, it makes no sense for her not to have her own resources and courtiers who could help her do this.

can you imagine joffrey baratheon, surrounded by lannister guards loyal to and paid by tywin lannister, whose war is financed by the lannisters, dismissing tywin or cersei (or even tyrion) from his small council? are you laughing yet? why doesn't alicent have her own private army of hightower guards loyal to HER? unless you want (and need) her to be the stupidest person alive so that you can write your rhaenicent fanfic 🤌

they want to humiliate alicent so much to „punish” her for ~choosing the patriarchy~ instead of her bff rhaenyra and girl power. it's such an overdone storyline. other shows, books, media have done it to death, why is it in my dragon show, too? she can't have been a competent regent for viserys and not know how to do these things or not have acquired the resources to do them if necessary. how can she be both competent and incompetent when the plot requires it? it's giving wanting to still have the cake after eating it and throwing it into outer space

[mailka]

Crack fic idea: Before his affair with Rhaenyra, Harwin gets married and has a daughter. Then he proceeds with his affair anyway. His daughter comes to KG around Joffrey's birth and is the most passive-aggressive bitch possible to TB and Harwin himself. Lyonel is coping hard, Larys is laughing his ass off and plotting. Alys is the best aunt (and also is laughing in Harenhall).

Bonus points: there's Strong!daughter of Rhaenyra as well.

More bonus points: Daemon gets to Harenhall to amass the army and is never seen again. ("We don't know what happened, Your Grace, he just disappeared" while some lads are digging a grave at the background. "Please, come take your dragon, you can't park here")

Even more bonus points: Rhaenyra sends someone to burn Harenhall again and it doesn't work.

[tessarionbestgirl]

Aemond and Alicent are getting a lot of hate from TG now, mostly Aegon stans. I agree that the show did Aegon dirty, but same goes for Aemond and Alicent. Bad writing affects them, too. However, some people tend to twist the narrative to show Aegon as the only victim. What's your opinion on this? Does Aemond owe an unyielding loyalty to Aegon? Should Alicent support Aegon more?

I am glad someone ask me this because I have so many thoughts on this subject. So first about Aegon's characterization compared to the book, in the book Aegon goes from a hedonistic character to competent leader and someone that cares about his family to fast. What the show is trying to do in my opinion, is slow his progression, we may get see book Aegon, later, even spoilers going around suggest we may get Criston Cole Kingmaker speech to him after Rook Rest. What is always a important thing because is supposed to be a inverse parallel in arcs compared to Rhaenyra, she starts as the Realm's Delight and then become Maegor with tits.

The rape scene I think was necessary? No, do I think is ooc? Absolutely not. We had a 12 year old girl sucking his dick in the book. The children's fighting ring may have been to much and unnecessary, but is not as like the show as well didn't made Rhaenyra way more stupid compared to her book version by having white babies and trying to pass them as bastards from a black guy.

The show is always going to choose a change for a more dramatic effect, so Aemond betraying Aegon is way more interesting than he just being a loyal dog to him. And it have been set up for this. We have Aegon bullying his ass when they are child, even though for Aegon this was nothing serious, because Aegon lacks knowledge of boundaries, he is the guy that bullies his younger brother, the guy that he masturbates naked from his own bedroom window, he is the guy who rapes a girl because he was too drunk and then tries to brush off, to her mom the same way he tried to brush off the fact he bullied his brother, "it was nothing serious". So of course makes sense a drunk adult Aegon humiliate Aemond in such intimacy moment while none of this friends laugh.

Of course Aemond who has desire for power and reflects this in the same way that Daemon desires to be king, and he truly believe he is more suited to be king, thing he said himself to Cole last season, so of course he would take a opportunity that presents it self with Aegon rush into a battle.

And this also adds to Aemond's arc as king slayer because killing Luke may have been a mistake, but burning his own brother was not. Tg being mad that their expectations of those characters didn't match up, doesn't equal bad writing in my view. But also, this coming from me, I don't like Fire and Blood because is a objectively a bad book and is full of inconsistencies, one of then is the battle Rook Rest, in each the show done better.

So does Aemond owe an unyielding loyalty to Aegon? This is hard question to answer because, I don't consume media like that. For me Aemond own nothing to Aegon, betraying him is not morality right, but is not ooc for those reasons I said previously. Like we have favorite characters on this show but we must have in mind those are very gray characters that can be very terrible people and this is a tragic story. The worse possible outcome of things will happen, for dramatic effect or to add to tragic story even if they have good intentions at first.

Now about Alicent, look I think people when analyzing that scene with her on the room forget all the events that happened to Alicent at this point. Alicent in previous council meetings have asking him to proceed with precaution, he ignore her and is rude to her, showing no respect for her, or for anyone on that table, then when Otto comes with idea for pr move he accepts, but Alicent end part of it, something she didn't want and have to watch her own daughter have a breakdown. Then all her effort goes to the trash because Aegon kill every rat catchers and banishes Otto the only person that not only have Aegon best interest but as well it gives Alicent voice in the council.

Tell me now how she wouldn't be pissed at him for him acting so reckless and not listing anyone while banishing away her father? And maybe in other circumstance she would speak to him in a different way. We saw how in the first small council scene she blames the Lannister for the kid behavior because she knows her own son.

But, here we are seeing a drunk mother that is in a middle of life crises very angry at her son.

So the words she would soft spoken to him in other circumstance she says more flatly , with no filter. But none of them are untrue, when she compared him to his father, people don't realize she is not saying Viserys was a good king, and Aegon is trash. She saying that Viserys used to listen to people around him when comes to the best interest of the realm. What Aegon does not.

When she says him to do nothing, people forget she also said he should learn first with all of them in the table. She is basically saying "be more humble and before giving your opinion or do something stupid, learn from others" but Aegon doesn't listen that, what he listens because of his own insecurities and trauma is " my mom find me useless and I have to prove myself because I'm not a fraud."

And you can not blame Alicent for Aegon internalized logic. Is sad he feels this way. But I am already spoken on how they showed Aegon have the same education than Aemond, but he didn't take that seriously, all this in S1 with that training scene, and this lead him to be the terrible leader that he is now and his own insecurities.

Should Alicent support Aegon more? Maybe she should be a more loving mother, but we can't forget her motherhood is a direct response of who she is as person and she is a very flawed individual as anyone and she can have bad days as anyone.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Daddy’s Girl

stepdad!daemon x reader smut

TW: smut, DUBCON, maybe could be called noncon, degrading, rough sex

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A/N: this is inspired by an urban dictionary definition of ‘tooth fairy’

You’re barely legal, his kittenish little stepdaughter, and because of that, he had planned to leave you be but you seem to get off on teasing him. You walk around the house in tiny little crop tops and skirts so short that he can see your panties. He didn’t even think it was possible for a man his age but he gets a tent in his pants every time he looks at you. Though, that’s not all, you’ve been getting more bold recently. When your mother wasn’t home, you would leave your door ajar ever so slightly so he could watch you play with yourself. Just last night, you were wearing a revealing, lingerie nightgown as you went to fetch some ice cream. When you bent over to reach the freezer, your nightgown had ridden up and you flashed him your bare pussy. He knows you should be out of bounds but now? He’s too pent up to care.

He can hear you in the bathroom, doing your little wake-up routine and he’s had a nice wake-up of morning wood. He looks at your mother, who’s still sleeping, and thinks he could rouse her and have her suck his cock. It would get him off but it wouldn’t satisfy him. 

You would satisfy him. 

He gets up and wanders down the hall to your bathroom. The door is wide open. You have a slutty pair of pjs on: a tank top and bottoms that fit tight to your ass. He looks at you as you brush your teeth, dirty thoughts filling his head at the sight of the white toothpaste around your mouth.

“Good morning.” He says as he walks in, wearing only his boxers.

“Mor-neugh.” You mumble through your tooth-brushing. You look a little confused as he closes the door. You can’t even see him stroking his dick behind you. You brush it off and bend over the sink to spit out your toothpaste. Before you have a chance to react, your pj bottoms and panties are pulled down in one swift motion.

“Daem-” You’re cut off by your own strangled moan as he shoves his thick cock inside of you. 

“What are you doing!?” He slams a hand over your mouth as he begins to brutally fuck into you.

“Shut the fuck up right now.” He whispers as he splits you open on his massive cock. “You wouldn’t want your mother waking up, would you?”

Tears spring to your eyes but you shake your head.

“Good girl.” He says and he takes his hand off your mouth but you can’t stop whimpering so he covers it again. “It’s ok, little girl. Daddy just had a need this morning that could only be sated by your lovely body.” He can see your cute hands going behind your back to try and push him away and he laughs at the pathetic attempt. He grabs both your wrists with one hand and pins them behind your back. The hand that was covering your mouth grips your hair and yanks it so you’re pulled up against his chest. “Don’t do that again.” He warns in a deep tone. 

“But, daddy it hurtsss.” You whine. He scoffs and pushes you back down, his hand covering your mouth again.

“You deserve it for acting like a cheap slut last night. Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you then? But I held myself back.” He continues to slam his cock into you roughly. “I won’t be holding back anymore.” The tears begin to fall from your eyes but it just turns him on more. “I’m gonna let your hands go now but only so you can lift that top off to show me those perky tits, okay?” He asks you and you nod. You immediately lift up your tank top so he can see your chest in the mirror. His hand goes around to squeeze your left breast and it’s lucky he’s covering your mouth because he suppresses what would have been a very loud moan. “Good girl.” He feels you clench around him at the praise. “Oh you like that, do you? You like it when your stepfather forces open that tight little cunt with his cock.” He takes his hand off your mouth. “Say it. Say you love it.”

“I-I love it when you fu-fuck me, daddy.” You barely manage to get out the words as his hips slam against yours.

“My sweet princess.” He holds your chin in his hand, rubbing your lip with his thumb. He lifts your chin slightly so you have to see yourself in the mirror. “Look at what a mess you are. Daddy has really ruined you. Is this the first time you’ve taken cock?”

“Y-Yes.” You whimper.

“Oh you poor thing.” His hand comes around to rub your pearl, at least giving you some pleasure as he fucks you so ruthlessly.  He’s fairly surprised when you cum instantly. “My my I guess you like this even more than I thought.” He laughs at you again, making you blush before his hips start to stutter. His pace slows and he finally shoots his load into you. 

“Ah…” You wince as he pulls himself out.

“Go to your room and get back into bed. You and I are going to have a little ‘sick day’ and have some fun while mommy is at work.” He gives you no chance to protest as he pulls his boxers up and leaves you there, bent over the countertop with your panties around your ankles and his cum dripping down your leg.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Can u write an image where daemon has a plug deep on his arsehole coated with hot wax while reader rides him in reverse cowgirl position and without her permission he cums a bit so then she stops tights his arms, put his ass in the air and spanks him like 30 timess while teasing him with the plug ? I got a veery dirty mind for this man hahah but i really like your writings ���️ hope u read this request

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

A/N: Not proofread by any means, and also absolute filth here you can see the request so I can not be held accountable if you still read.

Crossing your arms over your chest as you watched on as Daemon spoke with different people of the court, normally not caring much until your eyes locked in on him speaking with someone you absolutely couldn't stand. Having made it clear to him to never just go out of his way to do so but bit down on your lower lip seeing the mischievous smirk on his face before turning and walking away. Knowing soon enough he'd follow like a lost dog after you as you made your way toward your shared bed chambers. A sly smile spread across Daemon's face as he saw where you were walking away. He couldn't wait to see you and have your nightly routine acting as if he had done nothing to cause the jealousy seething through your veins. As soon as he finished talking to his last few people he hurried after you. "Do you want anything, honey? I could have Ser Quentyn bring you some food or wine." Daemon asked as he walked into the shared bedroom, he was very curious to see what type of mood you were in before he attempted any type of shenanigans.

You smiled as Daemon approached you. You knew what he was going to do, but you decided to play along with it. "I don't want food nor wine right now, my love," You replied seductively as you approached Daemon. You placed your hands behind his neck, pressing your body closer to his. "I am not in the mood for food, my love… but…" Daemon suddenly felt your hands on him, one around his waist and the other on his chest. The latter, moving up and down lightly on his chest. A feeling that he knew all too well filled his heart, as he started walking backward towards the bed, slowly moving the clothes off from his body. "I want you right now." You whispered in his ear. Your voice was full of lust and temptations. Daemon couldn't help but smile and get excited, the feeling in his chest, stomach, and… elsewhere was starting to grow. His smile grew wider as he continued to back away from you. "You are such a naughty one." He laughed as your hands began to fondle him. "You want me? You better go ahead and take it before you ask me any more questions." He said while removing his clothes slowly leaving his pale skin ready to be marked and bruised.

You gave a grin as you slowly removed your clothes. Your hands gently rubbed Daemon's chest and moved slowly downwards to his cock while you kissed each other letting your tongue enter his mouth and his neck. "You know, love, I want you so bad that I cannot be still even if I wanted to," You whisper softly, as you kiss him deeply again and passionately. Barely pulling away as your lips brushed against his as a playful glint was in your eye as you whispered. "Go bend over the bed and I'll grab everything else." Daemon's lips and tongue met yours with a groan, he loved the way you kissed him. It was as if you had cast some sort of spell on him, or maybe he was under the spell of your beauty. The way your hands glided across his chest and down, the way you whispered into his ears, it was driving him crazy. "You don't have to tell me twice," Daemon said as he turned around, he loved it when you spoke to him in such a commanding tone. His eyes never left you as you took everything off.

Your hand continued to explore Daemon's body, as your tongue began to explore his, moving all along in a sensuous motion. You wanted the man more than anything right now. Your fingers began to trace his body. "Stay just like that love and be good for me." You whispered as you grabbed one of the many toys you both shared and a lit candle as you stood behind Daemon's bent-over form slightly tilting your head as you asked "Are you ready?" Daemon's breath was becoming more shallow as you continued to explore his body like he was some sort of new land for you to claim. His thoughts and words were becoming lost as his brain was trying to comprehend all of these new sensations at once. Daemon simply nodded his head in response to your question, although he barely believed he was in any sort of condition to say anything at this point. He stood perfectly still as he awaited whatever his wife had in store for him.

You looked at his body as if it were a meal prepared just for you. You started to kiss the side of his neck your tongue slightly and gently licking the area, while your hand slowly rubbed the side of his thighs. slightly tilting the candle letting the hot wax hit his skin and your fingers moved down to his cock slowly jerking him off. Your soft words into his ears sent shivers running down his spine. And you could feel it, you could make him yours, he belonged to you. "Such a good boy. Hold still, Daemon." You said between your kisses. You were trying to get his heart beating faster, you were excited and wanted to claim what was yours. Daemon was doing his best to hold still, as he had been asked. This was not an easy task to follow, due to your excellent abilities. He groaned as he felt the hot wax hit his skin and how it seemed to mix with the kisses you were placing on his neck. The way you rubbed him with your other hand was almost too much for Daemon's heart to handle. He was losing himself to you, he was your toy to be played with. Daemon felt as if you owned his body and soul as you touched and traced every part of him. And Then suddenly he felt more hot wax on his skin, he couldn't control his reaction as his muscles tensed. At that moment Daemon's face was a symphony of emotions, all of it was positive, all of it was lust. He could sense his heartbeat quickly quickening as he struggled to remain still and take in all of your words and kisses.

The feeling that he was yours was too much to deny, his body trembled and he felt like he was losing his mind. With each stroke of your mouth and hands, his body ached, he needed more, and the wax was getting hotter too with each second. "Let go." Your voice was soothing and sensual, as your kisses continued and your fingers touched him again, now his whole body was trembling. "Yes, Daemon… let yourself go to pleasure." You said it to him gently but in a commanding way, with a smile on your face. You felt powerful when Daemon’s heartbeat increased, his body shook as you poured more hot wax on his skin. You loved everything about that moment and the power you had toward your husband. You kept him under your control, and the more he reacted to you. The more you knew that he loved this as well. "I own you, Daemon. I will make you mine tonight." You spoke while your breath became heavy, as you kissed and licked his pale skin. Your fingers slowly wrap around his cock teasing him by slowing your hand down with each pump of your hand. You continued to kiss and tease every corner, every sensitive part of his body. With your words whispering in his ear. You wanted him and you were going to take him.

Daemon let out a grunt as he let every thought escape him, nothing mattered more than the moment and the feelings of the hot wax and your mouth. It was incredible as if he could feel it within every fiber of his being. Every thought and stress had vanished from him, and all he was left with was the joy of losing himself in the moment. The way your fingers were moving caused every inch of his body to feel like it was on fire, a pleasant and euphoric fire. He didn't care about anything else. He just wanted you and your touch. Daemon was completely at the mercy of you now, he felt like a puppet on a string controlled by you. It was a good feeling, he felt like a beast that you had tamed. Everything about your voice, your words, your touch, it was all sending waves of pleasure down his body. He let out a loud grunt as the hot wax covered more and more of his body. Everything about this moment made his heart race, his breath quickened and his mind was in a fog. He was in the grip of lust, and he wasn't opposed to it.

You couldn't stop enjoying yourself at Daemon’s reaction. You loved seeing his body's reaction to your touch. You knew how to please your husband, how to make him feel what you wanted him to feel. Every inch of his body was sensitive to your touch, and every time you did it, it made his heart go faster, made his breath harder… You loved that power you had on him. "I have you where I want you, love," You said lovingly. You felt that Daemon would give you anything you wanted right now which you proved by easing the toy into his tight hole after spitting on it. Daemon's body felt like it was going to explode from the heat and pleasure he was feeling. His hands grabbed onto the bed to keep him steady as his breath and heartbeat quickened. It was like nothing he had ever felt in his life. It was like his first time all over again, but this was better because it was with you. "Yes… oh yes." Daemon moaned as his eyes were closed as he enjoyed every moment.

Your hand moved faster, making Daemon moan loudly. You enjoyed the sound, as it showed how much pleasure your touch gave to your husband. And every moan that he made, the more you wanted to kiss him all over and touch him more. You wanted him, you were claiming him once again, but this time it was different. "You belong to me, my love." You whispered in his ear as you kissed his neck, his cheek, and every possible place in his body while you were moaning softly as well. You were easily taking the lead because you knew what Daemon liked and wanted. With your lips on his neck, your hands continue to thrust the toy slowly building up a quick and harsh pace. Your hot breath, your slow teasing movements, and the feeling of your bodies pressing against each other were causing you both to fall into deep, sensual pleasure. "No cumming yet, my love." You repeated as your voice filled with lust. You could feel that Daemon was close, very close. Your touch, your body, his touch, every part of you both was burning with lust. Daemon began to pant and moan, his body was completely controlled by your love and touch. The feelings of your lips and hands were sending him into a euphoria that he had never experienced before. He was so close, closer than he ever imagined he could be. "I'm your's forever, you're going to make me cum." He groaned while struggling to control himself. He was close to the breaking point, but just couldn't be the one to fall first.

You've played this game before, he was determined to be the winner tonight. Daemon's whole body was shaking as he felt you push the toy deeper inside of him and touch every part of him. It was everything he wanted, and more. Every moment your hand was on him, your lips were on him, and his heart ached for you. His body tensed as the feeling began to build up inside him, he was close, very close to bursting. But your words made him attempt to stop. The urge was still there, the need was still there, but he would resist for now. For you. You enjoyed the sight, seeing Daemon try his best to control himself. His face was full of desire and lust, and his hands were clenching the sheets. You knew, that he could not do it without you. And you would claim him again and again no matter what. Pushing the toy deeper inside of him was driving Daemon to madness, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted to keep going until he couldn't take it anymore. "Just like that, love," You spoke softly. Daemon was about to explode, he couldn't help but groan again. His hands were still clenching the sheets which meant they were probably going to be torn off the mattress. He was struggling to hold back, but when he heard your voice and felt your fingers and toy still moving he couldn't take it any longer.

Daemon could feel himself losing control as his eyes began to close again, his body tensing. All he really wanted to do was give into the pleasure and release. But he couldn't let you win that easily. "That's it, sweetheart, claim me," Daemon whispered with his eyes still closed as he struggled to keep himself contained. He could feel his whole body quiver as the feelings overcame him, it was impossible to hold it back any longer. "Oh, oh my love." he moaned loudly as his head tossed back with a loud moan and he came letting it spill onto the bed and his body. You smiled as you heard Daemon's moans. It was music to your ears. You loved to hear it. The way he begged you, the way he moaned your name, the way he surrendered to you… All of it was everything you always dreamed of. You easily had power over him at this moment, and you loved it, you loved him. "That's right, darling," You whisper in his ear as you softly kiss him, before bringing your hand down roughly on his rear as you grin while continuing to spank him. "Now for being bad, count out loud and thank me for each one to make it up to me."

Daemon felt his eyes fly open as you began to spank him. He could feel a light sting on his rear, but it just made him more aroused. This was the version of you that he loved, the way you were looking at him, and the way you spoke to him was making him feel light-headed. Daemon's whole body was filled with shock and pleasure, he felt your hand strike him on his rear but couldn't help but love the sensation. "One," he muttered through his gritted teeth and moaned while tensing his body from the spanking. "Two. Thank you, my love." Daemon continued the count into double digits, all the while letting out moans and groans of pleasure as he took the punishment. "Yes, more, my love." Daemon said as he followed your orders, "You make me feel so good." He said while smiling, even though he'd love to be able to punish you as you just had him. You smiled as Daemon’s body reacted to the spanking and he counted. It was quite entertaining to see his reactions and how much he was enjoying it. You decided to give him what he wants at this particular moment. When you heard him moan, you spanked him again and harder. You did it to see again how his body would react to it, to make him feel the love and passion. "I am glad that you like it, my love," You said while looking at him. "Mmm... I love seeing you like this, love." You spoke while spanking Daemon roughly, you were smiling at him and enjoying the sight of how he enjoyed your love. You loved having him all vulnerable at your feet, and knowing that you could make him anything you wanted. You continued to spank him, slow and steady. And enjoying as Daemon’s face turned a shade of red as he moaned his way. Loving every second of it. "Now if I continue will you be good for me?".

Daemon could feel the burning on his rear, there was some pain but overall it was mostly pleasure. The feeling of your hand spanking him sent him over the edge once more. Each spank got harder but just knowing that it was you making his skin red made the pain sting less. He continued moaning and tensing up for each number, his love, his life, and his master had him right where you wanted him. "Uhm… yes." Daemon finally spoke in between moans and a few gasps of air. "But I can't promise to be a completely good boy." He let out an even bigger moan as the next spank came. "Oh yes, yes I will. I'll do anything for you." Daemon said while trying to catch his breath. "Please, may I have some more. It feels so good love." You heard Daemon’s words with a smile on your face, the way he talked and moaned was just perfect. The way his breath was catching every time he was spanked, was just the right thing that you wanted and needed. "You are just a pleasure for my ears and my ears don’t hear that kind of moaning often from you, love," You said playfully. You made Daemon lay down on his back before you slowly and steadily sank down on his weeping cock. As you moved your other hand up, and gently started pinching and pulling his nipples, making him moan loudly once again.

Daemon loved hearing your voice, the way you spoke, and just everything about you. He watched as your body slowly sank down, and was instantly filled with joy as he felt himself inside your warm cunt. He reached for your sides clinging to you and began to kiss you desperately, the kiss was filled with love yet also with passion and lust. And it drove him into a frenzy. He felt himself getting even closer to the edge once more. His body was quivering with anticipation of what you'd do next. "Oh yes, take me…" Daemon was at a loss for words as he could hear your breathing getting heavier. His whole body felt like it was on the verge of exploding with pleasure. You continued to move your hips rhythmically as you sat on top of Daemon’s body. Every touch you made sent his body into euphoria, his breath and mind were filled with nothing but pleasure. Every kiss he gave was filled with love, hunger, and lust. Your hands continued to make him moan more and moan louder, as Daemon’s body was filled with nothing but the feeling of being taken by you. "I will take you, love, I will take you every single night." You whispered as you moaned. It was what you always wanted and it was what you got from Daemon.

You could feel Daemon was close, and you enjoyed feeling him throb. With each movement of his body, with each moan that he let out. It made it hard for you to keep calm. You loved when he was getting excited, he was yours, and you loved every moment of it. You move your mouth down to his chest and lick him with your tongue, your tongue gently moves across Daemon’s chest, touching his nipples. It was a sensitive spot for him, and your tongue moving around it, made him moan louder. Daemon's face was covered with sweat and he was breathing heavily, he could barely speak he was so overwhelmed. He felt like he was about to pass out from the amount of pleasure and excitement coursing through his body. "Ohhh, love, I can't hold it much longer." He muttered. Daemon continued to tense up while you played with his body. He was close to his breaking point, he couldn't hold it back any longer. "Oh Gods, oh my love", he moaned as he released. It was a release like no other, it felt like he had been holding back for ages and finally let it all out. The feelings he would describe as overwhelming, and they almost drove him to tears. Daemon felt utterly exhausted and fulfilled, he could feel you holding him and kissing him, loving him and accepting him.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Unexpected (kinda) pure thought: Aemma and sicklybrother!reader get to hang out cuz they’re both bedridden all the time and support each other through their shit health. I also love the idea of them talking shit about everybody at court together and nobody suspecting anything cuz they have such spotless reputations. Also Rhaenyra doing the same thing w Aemma in episode one where she’s like ‘all these people are fussing over your health, who’s fussing over you?’ and spends time with him chatting and laughing.

When Aemma/baby Baelon dies and they all have the funeral on those windy-ass hills Reader being like “I’ve lost my friend, my brother and king has to burn his wife and child today, my niece has lost her mother and the realm has lost their queen, I’m going to be out there if it fucking kills me,” even if he has to be carried he’s not skipping it.

Rhaenyra curling up in her uncles bed the way she did as a little girl for comfort when Daemon is exiled and Viserys is distant 😢.

When the ‘heir for a day’ thing happens he gently confronts Daemon ‘did you really say it? I don’t want to hear it from Otto, I want to hear it from you. I’m not angry, I just want you to be honest with me’ (according to BTS stuff they filmed the scene w Daemon saying it but he genuinely said it in a honouring kinda way, not mocking)

Reader biting his lip til it bleeds to stop from crying/expressing his own grief cuz he’s trying to be strong for everyone and providing genuine advice even though he’s so sad and stressed. Emotional support animal vibes. Which makes him easy for Alicent to swoop in and ‘save’.

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When I tell you I fucking love this idea so much, I mean it! Aemma and Sickly!Younger!Brother!Reader being the bestest besties in all the realm is just too wholesome for my heart to handle. Also, I absolutely adore that scene of Rhaenyra visiting Aemma and her mother nudges her with her foot. No doubt that exact same action and the mention of ‘all these people fussing over your health, who’s fussing over you?’ would happen more often then not when regarding Rhaenyra, the Reader and Aemma together. I also totally can see Rhaenyra having heard that exact sentence be uttered by either her mother or her uncle directed towards the other which in turn is why she used it. It’s like their own little thing they say to each other that Rhaenyra no doubt picked up given how much time she spent around them together.

I have no doubt in my mind that Aemma would spend most of her time by Sickly!Reader’s side, both being tended to simultaneously. They both share their annoyance at being so fret over by everyone else and just wanting some peace away from the maesters and servants hovering over them. I love the idea of the two having their own little get away place just for the two of them, and maybe Rhaenyra. Just somewhere the two could get some peace and serenity without anyone breathing down their necks about their health. I especially love the thought of this secret place having been founded and used by Sickly!brother!Reader way before he shared it with Aemma. Daemon is probably the only other person who knows about this spot, mainly because he went to visit the Reader one late night and found his bedchambers completely empty and nearly had a heart attack because of it but eventually found his sibling safe and sound in said secret place.

I definitely see Aemma and Sickly!Brother!Reader not only being the best of friends but also being more akin to brother and sister (and not in the Targaryen way). So when Aemma dies he not only lost his best friend but a sister too and it only adds all the more to the hurt. And he sure as hell is going to be in attendance at her and his nephew’s funeral. He’s not going to let anything keep him from being there for his brother and niece. He’s not going to let anything stop him from being there to send off his beloved best friend, his sister and her child to the gods. I can’t help but imagine Daemon being the one to come across the Reader trying to make his way out of the castle to where the funeral pyre, having trouble due to his health but still stubbornly trying to get back to his feet to get to where he needs to be. The Reader thinks Daemon is just there to stop him and is already in the midst of shutting down any attempts to prevent him from going through with his endeavors, but instead he’s met with Daemon holding his arm out for him to lean on and help aid him while he tries to walk again.

The sight of the Reader making his feeble yet determined way in support of Viserys and Rhaenyra in their time of need is something they both had desperately hoped to have happen but never imagined it coming to be. Viserys would be incredibly appreciative and thankful that his youngest brother was there, a part of him had wanted to bring the Reader out himself but he didn’t want to compromise his health more than it already was and end up having another funeral because of it. But seeing his brother, having him there was something Viserys would never forget. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra is absolutely brimming with relief and gratitude upon her beloved uncle making his way to stand among her and her father in mourning.

After Aemma’s death, Sickly!brother!Reader wouldn’t do too well. His bedchambers alone was a bittersweet reminder of her constantly, every single day, given how much she spent her time by his side laughing, chainring, gossiping, and everything else. Even with the bustling maesters and servants or even Alicent’s presence isn’t enough to take away from the quiet he now felt surrounded him without Aemma there. If anything Alicent’s constant presence would only be yet another reminder of Aemma, the way she now sits by his side the way Aemma once did or how she tried to talk to him in a similar fashion that Aemma did. For a good while, Sickly!Brother!Reader would try and avoid his room as much as possible, slipping away whenever he had the strength too. Hell, even when he didn’t have it in him he would still try to get away from the one place that reminded him most of his late friend. Even Viserys wouldn’t be able to bring himself to visit his brother for awhile, not after the many times he’d come across both his most treasured loved ones keeping each other company throughout their ordeals in the same said room.

On the other hand, Rhaenyra would depend even more on her uncle after her mother and baby brother’s deaths. She finds his company being the most comforting, getting to be in a space where her mother often was too made Rhaenyra feel even closer to her all over again. Not only that but she was often reminded of the fond memories of her, her mother, and her beloved uncle all being together and laughing away even given the weakened state her uncle was especially in. Rhaenyra would be glued to the Reader’s side once Viserys pulls away and Daemon is exiled. Her Sickly!Uncle was always the one she could consistently depend on no matter what and even now he continued to be there for her when she needed someone most.

Alicent would be jealous of the attention and overall closeness of the Reader and Rhaenyra. She’s understanding that both are going through something grievous, everyone affected by Aemma’s death is but she still can’t help but envy Rhaenyra getting to be so close to the Reader all she wants. Getting the Reader’s undivided time and attention, his comfort and assurance, all of it. Alicent understands the loss of a mother, she lost her own some time ago after all and she desperately wished she had someone like the Reader back then to do the same for her as he was doing for Rhaenyra. Not only that but Alicent also wished, hoped, prayed for more than anything that she could be someone the Reader could lean on, someone who could give him comfort and reassurance. She wanted to be the one to hold him, to soothe away his pain and anguish, she wanted to be the one he could depend on. Meanwhile her farther was forcing her to be exactly that for Viserys instead. Now that doesn’t mean she wasn’t also using the same methods with the Reader as she was with Viserys, trying to get him to just give into her even just a little bit. But out of the two Viserys was much weaker to it then his youngest brother.

If Sickly!Brother!Reader ever found out that Aemma’s cause of death was mainly due to the caesarean section that Viserys had the maesters do to save baby Baelon he wouldn’t be able to look at his brother again. He understands his brother’s position in the moment but he can’t help but hold quite a lot of blame and resentment towards Viserys for the choice he made. Eventually the Reader could come to accept it but knowing that it was his brothers choice that killed Aemma would be a hard hit to the Reader.

Regarding the ‘heir for a day’ comment, the Reader definitely wants to hear it himself from Daemon and only Daemon. He isn’t going to take anyone else’s word for it. And as calm and gentle as the Reader is coming off in the moment, he’s really seething with an overwhelming intensity of emotion. Daemon better explain himself right and clearly to his younger brother otherwise he’s getting a well deserved punch to the face, one that takes everything out of the Reader and leads to him collapsing onto the floor resulting in Daemon rushing to his side. It’s only then that the Reader fully allows himself to finally let out all the emotions he’s been bottling up in favor of being the one everyone else can depend on. Breaking down, sobbing so aggressively that Daemon can’t help but look on worriedly as his brother crumbles. All he can do is hold his baby brother and comfort him as much as he can until he calms himself down enough to be placed back into his bed and down some much needed water.

[sunnyie-eve]

2. Bastards

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Series: Devious Opportunity

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Aegon being nice to the boys, betroth offers, and Criston being ass

| MASTERLIST |

As the four trained in the yard, Celeste was petting one of the horses while watching the boys. Deep down she hated watching how Criston would only give points to the princes and not the other two boys. Then poor Luke being the youngest swinging his stick around with barely any control being flimsy. He should be given pointers to help him.

Walking away from the horse to watch them closer she sees Aemond and Jace shoulder check each other then when Luke and Aegon switch sides, she smiles a bit seeing Aegon pat him on the back.

Aegon catches Celeste watching them so he smiles over at her so she politely smiles back. "Aegon." Ser Criston says to get his attention back.

"I won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy." He says jokingly in a cocky tone making Celeste laugh at him.

"You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me." He tells him so Aegon stops smiling, "You and your brother."

While those two try the other two watch till Ser Harwin gives them some advice. Then he tells Criston he needs to give his attention to the younger two more. "Jacaerys, come here." He grabs him roughly telling him he'll go against Aegon.

Celeste gives Aegon a look before he walks over to his starting point. He gives her a wink telling her not to worry too much. She didn't trust him that much and he proved her right when he shoved him down. Jace gets back up rushing at Aegon not ready to lose yet.

As Harwin gives advice to Jace, Criston talks to Aegon but he doesn't entirely listen since he was seeing the way Celeste was looking at him and he hated it. "Jace," He calls him for them to go again.

Jace tried his best against Aegon but he just had the upper hand, "Use your feet!" Criston tells him but he doesn't do such a thing, "Use your feet!" He yells and Jace trips falling backwards. "Don't let him up. Keep attacking."

Aegon stops noticing Jace hurt his left wrist when he fell and Ser Criston Cole kept yelling for him to continue attacking. Aegon drops his arm not wanting to continue anymore. Not to mention Celeste was still watching him and he could tell she was already a little disappointed in him.

"That's cruel if I continue. He's already down and he landed on his wrist." He says as Jace gets up slowly moving the wrist he hurt so Celeste goes over to him to look at it.

"In an attack you keep going till your opponent is dead." Criston tells him.

"This is practice and my nephew, Ser Criston." He says looking over at the younger boy with Celeste.

Both Criston and Harwin start to talk about the teaching being cruel then how Harwin cares about the boys in a certain way only family members do. That struck a never in him so he attacked Criston. All the kids move back as Hawin straddles Criston punching him over and other till more guards come over to pull him off of him.

As Harwin is taken away, Celeste tells Jace that they need to go care for his wrist to make sure it can heal quickly. On the way leaving the yard, she gives Aegon a smile with a head nod. He does the same back knowing she was thanking him for stopping.

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In the council meeting before it ended Rhaenyra said she wanted to speak. She brings up the strife between the families and wants to try to fix it. She suggests that Jace and Helaena could get betrothed when older and she would be Queen when Jace takes the throne after his mother.

"And with Daemon's wishes for his daughter living here, me watching over her and making decisions for her, she and Aegon could be betrothed as well. We can ally ourselves..." She adds, as Alicent just looks at her with no emotions as Viserys loves the idea, "Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them... a symbol of our goodwill."

"Rhaenyra," Was all she had to say letting her know she was leaking through his dress.

"My dear... a dragon egg is a handsome gift." Viserys smiles at his daughter.

"The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly." Alicent tells her before telling Viserys he needs to rest. Once out and on their way up the staircase Alicent talks about hating the idea.

"The proposal is a good one, my Queen." He tells her, "We're a family. Not to mention, Aegon and Celeste are always together. They would be a perfect match."

"There would be good things with them wedded but I know there would be some problems as well." She says knowing how Celeste favors Rhaenyra and would not want Aegon to take the throne.

"Alicent, my niece would cause no trouble."

"You may do as you wish, husband... when I am cold in my grave." She walks off a head of him as he calls out to her.

Meanwhile Celeste and Aegon were together in her room, he was constantly talking while she tried to read her book. "Aegon, would a moment of silence be so much to ask from you?" She puts her book down on her lap.

"You have to have some say about what happened in the yard. Ser Harwin snapping because Ser Criston doesn't help his boys."

"Aegon!" She snaps now, "Yes, we know the truth but the boys do not. We don't speak about it. And I'm sure Ser Harwin was expelled as punishment." She wants to change the subject.

"Why does my father act so blind to the truth though? It's obvious that they are ba-," He stops seeing the look on her face.

"Why should it matter if they are? They still have our blood because of who their mother is. Hair color should not be the thing that changes opinions. They have Targaryen blood, their mother is the princess, and they have dragons." She says having their backs, "Aegon, did you know technically I'm a bastard child as well?"

"You are?"

"Yes, my mother and father never married. It was just a short love affair." She tells him what she knew, "Why do you think me and him are not close? Everyone says he cares for me that's why he leaves me here because it's better for me... But I don't believe that truly. He and Laena have daughters yet I'm still here. I don't know my half sisters. He tells Rhaenyra, by raven, he gives her rights to me since she basically has raised me."

"At least you are still cared for and loved. Your father still sends letters to you when he does have to if he didn't care about you, Rhaenyra being a mother figure who loves you, and Jace and Luke seeing you as a sister. You still have it better than me. If I wanted to talk to someone all I have you who would listen to me. You have Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Laenor, some maids, and my own father."

As she was about to say something back, Rhaenyra enters her room, "May I have a word with you?" She asks.

Aegon gets up leaving the room so the two could speak. "Yes?" Celeste asks her.

"Seeing how I look after you here and your father giving me his blessing... Laenor, the boys, and I are leaving to Dragonstone. I do not want to force you to leave with us but I would love for you to come. I see and love you as my own daughter and I would miss you. I know the boys as well." Rhaenyra gives her the news.

Celeste thought about everything and that would mean she had to leave Aegon behind, but she loved Rhaenyra and the boys. With them she felt safe, wanted, and loved. It was the family she didn't have.