#c: laena

[visxionaries]

who: @fromspringandfire when and where; in the library, cedric and laena end up looking at an old yearbook when he goes to find an old projector. context: these two did not date during school as she was with connie, but rather ended up having quite a whirlwind relationship when he studied for his undergrad at yale for a year - before it broke off when she realised he was not proposing after university. they dated two/three years.

he had called her laena, because he had not called her anything else in years. she had pulled a face, and instead insisted that she preferred lae. "right, lae it is. and i guess ced'll do just fine. you can call it the exception." he was meant to find the projector, and instead he had stumbled across a familiar quiet ghost in the library. his eyes flicker down to the yearbook, he can see photographs but not exactly what they are of. "does yale now accept catalogues as wider reading? incredibly unacademic of you. lazy."

[myriamas]

who: @fromspringandfire when and where: semi-flashback, one of the many great celebrations within casterly rock for the announcement of prince arthur lannister, myriam allyrion attends a celebration set outdoors hosted by queen katherine, consisting mostly of women. context: myriam is very curious about being a mistress in other regions, and who better to speak to about it than laena?

the evening sun bathed casterly rock’s gardens in a golden glow, gilding the elaborate feast spread before the gathered women. myriam allyrion leaned back in her chair, her bronze lehenga shimmering as though it held the sunlight itself. the deep curve of the neckline left her tattoos on full display, curling up her neck like the roots of some exotic tree. she swirled her goblet of sweetened wine, a faint smile tugging at her lips as her dark eyes settled on the woman across from her—laena oldflowers.

“you know,” myriam began, her voice low and honeyed, as though the conversation was to remain between them. perhaps because she knew some would overhear them and judge laena so; no doubt they called her a great whore. “there are few things i’ve wondered about the reach, but i find you... endlessly fascinating.” she set the goblet down, leaning forward slightly, her golden jewellery catching the light with the movement. “not just for who you are, though that is interesting enough. the bastard sister of a king—how many tales have been spun about you, i wonder? but no, it’s your... arrangement with the tyrell king that truly intrigues me.”

her lips curved further, the smile verging on wicked. “tell me, lady laena, what is it like to live as a mistress in the reach?" the dornish were known for their relaxed nature when it came to matters of physicality, of sex and of lust; she did not blink an eye for the position which this woman had obtained, nor how she had managed to do it. what she was truly curious about was the reaction of the rest of the court; the reach seemed religious at surface level, but myriam knew all too well it were reachmen who seemed to find themselves fixated with dornish women.

always the first to grace their bedroom threshold, and the last to leave once they found themselves transfixed.

she leaned back again, her expression softening just slightly, though the curiosity in her gaze remained sharp as her dark cascade fell on either side of the curve of her blouse. she was in a state of complete relaxation speaking to the woman, a glimpse of her bare leg folded over the skirts; enough to see the glimpse of an anklet. “i ask because i’ve always wondered about freedom. what it looks like, what it feels like. in dorne, our ways are... different, of course. but even there, the weight of expectations are still a thing." her fingers played idly with the rim of her goblet as she spoke, her eyes never leaving laena’s face.

“but you, you seem to walk a path all your own. not bound by the rules that trap the rest of us. or am i mistaken?” she tilted her head, the question lingering like the heady scent of the roses surrounding them. if laena knew myriam well, she would be able to notice the slight glimmer in her vivid orbs indicated curiosity. a spark of life; her lips as sweet as the wine she found herself happily indulging in. she paused, then let out a low, throaty laugh as her hand moved over her lips, nails painted in a dark crimson. “forgive me, i’ve pried too much, haven’t i? it’s a flaw of mine—this insatiable curiosity. of all of us dornish, to be honest. but can you blame me?"

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

| @fromspringandfire | | flashback week | | setting :: while looking for his bastard sister, jaehaerys gets overzealous |

"You! Are you talking to her?!"

Jaehaerys crossed the crowd as he made his way toward his sister. He would joining in on the list later in the day, it would be such a long day between the contests and then having to play the good Prince. And now, now someone seemed far too close to her. And while she was a bastard, she was his bastard, his bastard sister. And he enjoyed her company and would protect her honor.

"Should I strike him? What's happening over here?"

The Prince acted the same for Jaehaera and for their brothers, Maelor being small and Vis being simple of the mind, rarely saying more than a few words and only in High Valyrian, common escaped him. It was his duty to protect them all, even Laena. And he would deal with the fall out later.

"You better hope she says everything is okay." He slammed the man into the wall, waiting.

[visxionaries]

@fromspringandfire

BEFORE SUNRISE 1995, dir. Richard Linklater

[darcyxelainexanthony]

closed starter: @laecnas

where: choose your own adventure

"Do you know any good restaurants around here? Not pizza. The other day I ordered one and honestly thought they forgot the cheese, but turns out that Chicago-style pizza has the cheese put on before the sauce. Crazy! It was delicious, but I've already tried it so I wanna try something different. Something locals just love! Ya know?"

[littler3d]

*me still realing from watching hallucination rhaenyra get beheaded*

HERE COMES HALLUCINATION LAENA WITH A STEEL CHAIR

[lady-clouves]

I want nasty uncontrollable horrible women this season. I want Nyra to go batshit crazy and be hell bent on getting her throne back, I want her to show just how deep a mother’s rage can really go. I want Alicent to really commit to supporting Aegon, I want to see her be selfish for once and take and keep taking. I want Baela to be the badass dragon rider she is, I want her to be a character we know and feel for and I want her fight with Aegon to be the coolest thing in the entire show. I want Rhaena to show just how political savvy she can get. I want Helaena to be more than just the mad woman stereotype. I want Mysaria to really be the one that’s team smallfolk and actually look out for them and their best interests, especially commoner children. I want Nettles to BE THERE and I want her to wow everybody and put targ stans into an early grave; I want to see her claim sheepstealer, I want to see her interact with the blacks, I want to see her ride her dragon, and be the coolest hottest person there. And I want to SEE Alys and all her freaky witch stuff, while making self insert girlies angry. And by god I want Rhaenys to have the best ending scene a character could ask for.

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

Not all roses have thorns meant for you. The King replayed those words as he closed his eyes, still focusing on the words coming from her. She was not a traitor. She were his sister. The life she lived was a life he saved and it were not a life he regretted saving. He loves his sister. More importantly, he liked her. Jaehaerys loved many, the Targaryens loved one another when they burned the world down around them. But if the dance was over, why did he still hear music?

Why were the flames still licking at his neck and tanning his skin?

"Do you wish to know what grandfather used to say to me?" He opened his eyes, staring down at the ground, his hand moving over the beard, fingers pausing over the scarring on his face. "When men show you who they are then you must believe them the first time." Jaehaerys couldn't say for certain if he'd ever seen the true face of Cedric Tyrell, and if he wondered such a thing then it was clear he never had. And finally, as he glanced over his shoulder at his sister he wondered if she had ever seen it, if the face existed.

"Stay safe, little sister. You will always have a home waiting for you. Safety. You are not a dragon alone in this world."

laena’s hands trembled as she clasped them before her, the heavy skirts of her gown brushing against the cold stone floor. She had sought jaehaerys here, unsure of where the conversation would go, and unsurprised that his words steeped in doubt and distrust. she stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. “you see shadows everywhere, brother, and I cannot blame you. the court spins its webs, and the reach has its share of schemers, but not all roses have thorns meant for you.”

her eyes searched his face, hoping to find a flicker of understanding. “but I know… i know it’s hard to trust when every move feels like a gambit. perhaps even my being here stirs your suspicions.” her voice faltered, but she forced herself onward. “but know this: you’ll find no traitor in me.” he was not her king, but as her brother, she would not be pulled into some ploy that would cause him harm.

but then the harsh realization came to her, and her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. because the reality was that she had known alicent lived, and was lost, after the funeral of garland and simonetta. clearly, jaehaerys had no known of that fact until today. the words she had just spoken suddenly felt bitter and wrong. she took a moment to catch her breath, allowing the intensity behind jaehaerys' far off gaze to give her a pause of distraction to collect herself. "i cannot speak for him, but you should, speak to cedric."

[legends-and-savages]

@westerosiqueens sent: “I licked it, so it’s mine.” (For Laena from Laenor)

SEND “I LICKED IT, SO IT’S MINE.” FOR YOUR MUSE TO SAY THIS AFTER HAVING DONE SO TO CLAIM THEM.| Accepting

Laena's nose wrinkled at her brother. "Why are you so weird?" She asked. "And I'm pretty sure any husband I take may have a problem with that statement."

[velcryons]

@perzyr //

Laena swore as a particularly sharp rock dug itself into her knee, tearing both her nightgown and the skin beneath it. A small hiss escaped her mouth at the sensation of torn and tender skin exposed to the sharp bite of the cold, salty air. She could hear her mother scolding her for not watching where she was climbing, yet she had no time to stop and lament her minor injury. Despite the tears stinging at the corner of her eye, she quickly wrapped the now bleeding lightly wound with the torn remnant of her night dress. She had a dragon to claim.

Her twelfth name day was rapidly approaching and she was determined to claim a mount for herself, and not just any mount either. She was determined to ride Vhagar and no other dragon would do. It was just her luck that the great she beast had been seen on Driftmark's higher peaks. As she prepared for bed that night, she knew exactly what she had to do. If she wanted to claim her soon, she would have to move quickly and quietly. She doubted that the green lady would stay for long, and should she fail in her quest, she did not want to imagine the consequences that would be in store for her.

Laena sang softly to herself as she pulled her body over the last lip of the rocky ledge, the humming soothing the nervous twinge she felt as she glanced over cliff's edge. She had made it this far and there was no turning back. Had she not been so excited, she would have scolded herself for her fear. She had climbed the same rocks countless times before, and didn't have time for nerves now. Not when she knew her prize was so close.

[visxionaries]

who: @fromspringandfire when and where: semi-flashback thread, following the reach court's arrival back to the reach where they immediately venture to oldtown. simonetta and garland hightower's funerals are due to happen in the morning, though the entirety of the court seemed to remain awake early hours into the night. what: cedric tells laena who is behind the attacks on two members of house hightower.

whilst she rarely spoke on matters regarding her lineage, the king of thorns and roses was wholly aware there was more than targaryen blood coursing through the veins of the woman he had chosen to keep as his companion and violate his marriage vows to be with. that amethyst eyes were only an indicator of what other blood ran through her, that which included that of the hightower; a flowers, was what she would be called here. a dragonseed, there; so many names for the same ultimate name at the end of the day.

it were no celebration they were partaking in within the hightower's great hall; dressed in black velvet, somber faces, faces of shock and of grief. because there had been a mighty secret kept beneath their very noses - or above it.

there was a reason he had chosen for her to remain beside him that night; along the same table as the other noble courtiers of the reach court, and he ignored the sight that momentarily crossed his queen's features upon seeing a set of silver hair sat in the row. never would she speak openly on it, not in this moment; though he knew it would be mentioned somewhere along the line. perhaps because he did not wish for the news to reach her by voice of any other but his own; whether this was her first time in oldtown he could not remember, and whilst she did not know of the woman in question, she was her blood.

she shared blood with an apparent madwoman who feared the colour green, who shook with fury at the tarnish she believed her grandson had brought to their house as though it had not been her and her generation first. and when the king rose toward the end of the night, once the formalities were finished and the goodnights were uttered, he stopped behind the chair of his mistress, placing a casual hand on her shoulder. she knew it would be him without him needing to say anything.

but he said something anyway, for this was not him wishing her goodnight here. he lowered his voice just enough for her to hear. "come, i'd rather you not stay here alone and listen to this false grief." he uttered. not yet; he was not blind and it were noted that laena had not yet established herself at court. perhaps she never truly would in the eyes of the others who looked upon her, as though sin were printed upon her forehead.

they left the room, knowing there would be eyes upon them; a pair of important dark eyes in particular, who remained sat upon the high dias of the table, surrounded by her closest allies and courtiers. how startling it was that he felt no guilt to picture her face as he left with another woman at his side, and when the door closed behind them, an ocean gaze glanced over in her direction - noting the way in which a small breath seemed to come from her inner chest.

"how long were you wanting to leave for? you seemed finished with it all by the time the veal came out." a slightly amused smile crossed his features as he looked at her, as though it were the first time she could breathe all night.

he walked her to her own chambers, in a wing some corridors from his own; there were tyrell guards on either side of her door that nodded in his direction as he passed through, and the doors closed behind them. he kicked his boots off from his feet, though kept his doublet on as walked over to the window, briefly looking down at the courtyard, watching the starry sept in the far distance of the city. it felt like they were atop the world. "is it strange for you to be here?"

[legends-and-savages]

"It is freeing." Laena said. "I hope it wouldn't be the case, but I could see the appeal of it." Laena had never liked court so she could see where Laeny was coming from. But she could help but wonder if that was a bit of Baela in her that yearned for the adventure. She had wanted it after all, and had maybe passed it to her girls, but that was different. She could see both her daughter and Jace in all of their girls.

A nod from her head. "She is." Laena said. "She is one of the oldest dragons and she has certainly seen some things." She said. "I think so. Dragons are so special that getting them to be their for future generations is something special."

"I am excited my dragon and I are very ready to soar through the skies. Though when that happens they may never see us in court again." Laeny jokes with a smile. She knows that will not be the case but she likes to dream. Court is much too serious for her she wants to just fly on her dragon. She has the same heart for adventure that her mother does she has heard her mother say that many times. She liked how often people said she was like her mother or her father. She enjoyed it when people noticed those things about her.

"A dragon of Aegon's Conquest it is strange to think she was around for Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys. Dragons are so beautiful. My dragon could be my great great great granddaughter's dragon one day. I hope so it would mean so much to know that. Don't you think so, grandmother?"

[jaehaerysiitargaryen]

Dearest Sister, I will be sending men to gather you for my coronation. You will have the choice of staying with me or returning to wherever you wish to return with a member of the Kingsguard with you. You may be a bastard but you are my bastard. I cannot legitimize you for your future sons might be cunts but I will find a nice keep for you. Perhaps one of father’s hunting lodges. We’ll discuss it when you get here. Arrive soon. Your brother, The King

| @fromspringandfire |

[mrscarpenter]

“We were always meant to burn together.” 2

Summary: cant think of one without spoiling everything 🥲

Includes/warnings: hightower!reader, aegons twin. Y/N has been used on multiple occasions. There is an age gap in this (whatever daemons canon age is). Some high valyrian with translations, i am not fluent so ignore if it sucks.

🪐notes: its been a while since i’ve seen season 1 so please ignore any timeline mistakes. Daemyra does not exist in this. :)

Biggest thank you to my lovely hannah ( @just-some-random-blogger ) for beta-reading this <33

« “I am not going back to Oldtown with you, uncle.” »

« “Then where will you go?” »

« “i’ll be with rhaenyra.” »

Dragonstone ― Near the beaches...

Less than six months later, after the incident at Driftmark, a new act would rattle the court.

As per the ancient customs of House Targaryen, Daemon and his niece, you, had arranged a ceremony on the beaches of Dragonstone to perform a Valyrian rite, which was attended by Rhaenyra, her children, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Daemon’s children, Baela, and Rhaena, along with Rhaenyra's maester, Gerardys. 

The wedding ceremony was to be solemnized by a High Priest, who worshipped the Old Gods of Valyria, and was brought in by both Targaryen royals. However, due to the tragic event of the Doom that destroyed the Valyrian Freehold and their civilization, very little information or records remained about the long-forgotten religion, except that the Targaryen dragons were named after gods from the ancient pantheon worshipped throughout Old Valyria's vast empire. 

Their faith was practiced for thousands of years before being greatly diminished. It was a momentous occasion for the family, steeped in tradition and history, as they honored their heritage and celebrated the union of two of its members.

You, dressed in the traditional garments, looked back at everyone. This marriage was performed suddenly without the knowledge of your father, mother or siblings. They were not in attendance— a deep shame. You had hoped that they would be there to support you. 

You never wanted to be wed, you linked it with childbirth and after the late queen Aemma, and Daemon’s late wife, Laena; it scared you to no end. Your thoughts drift back to the day you and Daemon arrived at Dragonstone, and he had made the proposal. 

« “If you don't want Alicent to have any control over you anymore, you must wed me. A woman’s place is beside her husband. She couldn’t deny that.” »

« “I do not wish to be wed, Daemon— to sit around as a broodmare, my only purpose to produce heirs until I end like...” »

« " I know you are frightened, but I won't let anything happen to you.” »

Proceeding with the wedding, you and Daemon cut your hands and lips with dragonglass, mixed your blood in a ceremonial chalice, and marked Valyrian glyphs in blood on your foreheads.

"Hen lantoti ānogar. Va sȳndroti vāedroma.” Blood of two. Joined as one. the High Priest prayed in High Valyrian. "Mēro perzot gīhoti. Elēdroma iārza sīr. Izulī ampā perzī. Prūmī lanti sēteksi. Hen jenȳ māzīlarion. Qēlossa ozūndesi. Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo. Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.” Ghostly flame. And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers. Forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time. Of darkness and light.

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Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast...

"A perversion of justice," Larys commented. "The young Prince Aemond... defiled. An outrage."

"Indeed," Alicent replied. Since her father took control of her influence, the instructions were left relatively straightforward. Her position as Queen Consort was in dire jeopardy.

"If it's an eye you want to balance the scales, I am your servant."

"Don't bother. Even if Rhaenyra's bastards are mere pushovers, she and daemon are another matter entirely. So even if I wanted to, such actions would only bring further unnecessary trouble. But your devotion has not gone unnoticed."

"These are dangerous times."

"The day will doubtless come when House Hightower will require such a friend. With not only skill but discretion as well."

"I shall await your call, my queen. However..." Larys passed on a note. "It's come to my attention that a certain young princess has done the unthinkable, Your Grace."

Alicent raised a curious eyebrow and examined the note. Her eyes traced the handwriting intricately. When she finally realized what Larys's spies had uncovered, the queen couldn't help but gulp. "My sweet girl.." She turned to Larys. "Thank you for letting me know."

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Dragonstone

After the wedding, there was no bedding ceremony. As much as daemon had wanted to bed you, he knew it was not something you wanted yet, still far to scared of your duties as wife. Only you two would know that secret, to anyone else you had consummated.

You had avoided daemon after that night, trying your hardest to not speak to him, or to avoid his presence altogether. Having never been close with him beforehand, you didn’t know what to talk to him about. If you weren’t being a wife, what else should you be doing? You did not know.

The small folk and the fishermen looked up in confusion as you passed them, it wasnt a usual occurrence that a Targaryen princess such as yourself, walked along the dusty beach of dragonstone, in a fancy dress no less. You had wanted to clear your mind, you told yourself. But subconsciously, it might have had something to do with the sightings of a dragon near the beach the past few days.

Daemon had assigned a personal guard to you, to keep you safe. If the guard reported back to him on your doings, you did not know. But if he did, it wasn’t obvious. “Princess, maybe we should turn back.” Ser Steffon spoke, gulping as he hears the screams of terror as a dragon is sighted flying towards the beach.

“If you want to return, you are welcome to do so Ser. I am staying.” Claiming a dragon wasnt the first thing that crossed your mind, you simply wanted to stay at the beach. And unlike the small folk, you were not terrified of dragons. But yet as the dragon flew over you, and the thought of claiming it did cross your mind, a small tingle of terror did run over your spine before you shook it off. You are a targaryen, this is your birthright. You tell yourself. Don’t be scared of what is owed to you.

You speed up to the flat lands where you saw the dragon land. You hadn’t seen what dragon it was, you had only hoped it was seasmoke, or any other dragon that wasn’t as scary, in your mind, as the wild ones.

After Aemond claimed vhagar, you were left the only Targaryen without a mount. It broke your heart when your dragon didn’t hatch in OldTown. Now that you had this opportunity in front of you, you weren’t gonna let it go to waste.

Ser Steffon, however scared, did not turn away, and instead followed you. Ofcourse his pleadings to turn back never stopped, and neither did his murmurs: “Prince Daemon is going to kill me.”

Now that you have the dragon in your full sight, you can finally see which one it is. You audibly gulp. “grey ghost.”, you whisper to yourself. It just had to be a wild dragon didn’t it?

You don’t let it deter you, slowly stepping closer. you were never taught High Valyrian in OldTown, you had only started learning with Rhaenyra when you first came to dragonstone. You hadn’t progressed far, so you tried your hardest to remember dragon commands. Lykirī, dohaerās, sōvēs, you recited over and over in your head as you stopped in front of Grey Ghost. He is a beautiful pale grey-white dragon, and if the stories were true, he blended in beautifully with the clouds.

It made sense that he was near the beach these past few days, according to the stories you had heard, Grey Ghost preferred fish.

“Beautiful”, you mumble to yourself, you were mesmerised.

“Princess! Please get away from that beast!”

You clench your jaw, “Dragons are not beasts, Ser Steffon, they are beautiful creatures. If you do not wish to be here, you are free to leave!” You yell at him over the wind.

You take small steps towards Grey Ghost, and he growls at you. “Lykirī, Grey Ghost, Dohaerās!”

You chant those two words over and over towards him, your hand held out as you step closer to his head. This is it, you think, this is the part where i get burned alive.

Eventually you step so close, your hand lands on his snout. “Kostilus” you whisper, please.

Grey Ghost turns his head away. You move towards the length of his body, praying to the seven you won’t get burned, or eaten.

You hear Ser Steffon running away, probably to fetch Daemon, or other guards. You dont know why, if this is when Grey Ghost decides to kill you, nobody would be able to stop it.

You slowly climb up, somewhat clumsily seeing as Grey Ghost has no saddle for you to climb up on, and you’re wearing a dress instead of the usual riding wear.

As you manoeuvre yourself on top, you settle down and let out a sigh of relief, It doesnt last long because you’re forced to lean forward and grab onto something, anything, as grey ghost moves. “Lykirī, Grey Ghost, sōvēs.”

With that, Grey Ghost takes off. Once in the sky, its hard for you to not panic. Not only is Grey Ghost very fast and very excited, you are also flying at a great height without a saddle, or reigns to hold onto.

You hear a loud roar and suddenly a red dragon flies beside you, caraxes. A smile blossoms onto your face as you follow the length of the blood wyrms body til your eyes land on your husband.

Daemon smiles at you, as he leans back in his saddle and spreads his arm wide. You’d do the same, but you are nowhere near as skilled at riding a dragon as he is.

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Dragonstone —— DragonMont

Your feet touch the ground as you dismount Grey Ghost. You spent an hour in the sky, flying around with Daemon, before he led you to the dragonmont.

In the sky it was fun, but you knew that now you’re on the ground, you were in for a scolding. And as you approach Daemon, the stern look on his face proves you right.

He meets you halfway, stands impossibly close to you, puts his hand on your waist to lock you in and places his head right beside yours. “Do you know how reckless and dangerous that was?”

You sigh, but dont say anything to excuse yourself, because nothing will excuse it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you happy now? Did you get what you so desperately needed? you were even willing to risk your own life for it.”

You say nothing, you dont move and you dont speak, you only avert your eyes downwards. Daemon notices and pulls back slightly. He puts his fingers under your chin and forces you to make eye contact with him again. He leans slightly forward, and presses his forehead against yours for nothing more of a nanosecond before pulling away again and walking off, leaving you standing there.

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[gothgleek]

Oldergf!Rhaenyra Targaryen ~ NSFW Alphabet

You are CEO Rhaenyra Targaryen’s controversially younger girlfriend who is eager to learn everything she knows…

TW: sexual acts including mentions of hardcore BDSM.

Minors DNI

Divider by @saradika-graphics

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If she doms, she’s drawing a bath and taking care of you. If she subs, she’s super bratty and demanding about how you care for her afterwards. Then she will kiss you on the forehead and thank you. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rhaenerya is pretty pleased to have tits after wishing for bigger ones but she is most pleased about her ass. She works out a lot and it’s her favorite outcome of exercise. 

On you, she really likes your arms and fingers. She will always praise you for your talented fingers and bite your arms when she cums. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Rhaenyra has a sensitive clit so you can fuck her for hours without letting her cum once. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She’s into blood play and monster dildos. but her biggest secret is that she has been late picking up her kids once or twice because of a hookup. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Extremely experienced. After college, she would go to sex clubs and during her time abroad, she had a lover at every port. And she is more than happy to teach you what she’s learned. 

Once, Rhaenyra invited some of her old lovers to bed (this could be Laena, Harwin, Alicent, Erryck, Arryck, or Mysaria depending on your preference) and it left the both of you sore for days… 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes doggy style because she thinks it gives her the most control over your body. When you’re on top, she likes when she can see your eyes. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be serious but she also laughs when she gets hurt (spankings, face slaps, etc.) so has to remind herself to be serious a lot so she subs. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rhae has a big ol’ bush and refuses to shave anywhere else (unless she’s getting her eyebrows done.) 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rhaenyra is a big romantic so she’ll organize something romantic like a trail of rose petals to her home theater with the bar stocked with your favorite snacks or a take you on a ride in her private plane. Then she’ll be super gentle, kissing down your body and praising every part of you from your soul to the color of your eyes. 

This is only for special occasions though, Rhaenyra was given a lot of responsibility when she was young so she views sex as a time to have fun. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Idk if this counts as masturbation but Rhaenyra gifted you a remote so you can control her vibrator when she’s out of town. She’ll film it and send it to you when you’re in a meeting. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rhaenyra will try anything at least twice so she’s eager to teach you anything your little heart desires. Exhibition, breeding, and bdsm are her favorites though. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rhaenyra is a card carrying member of the mile high club so she will take you for a ride (ha) in her private jet just so the two of you can fuck. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Her libido sky rocketed after having kids so the answer is a wide variety of things. Licking the spoon while baking? Hot. Arguing on the phone? Hot. Pulling her close to you so she doesn’t run into a lamppost? Hot. Telling her point blank that you’re horny? HOT. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She won’t do beach sex or medical play. She’s done both and hated it both times. Also she’s not a fan of fucking at hospitals or in her parents’ rooms.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s a switch so it depends on what you’re doing that will get her into the mood. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She likes it fast and rough. If you ask for slow and sensual, she’ll grant it for special occasions but she rarely cums during those moments since her focus is all on you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely is down for a quickie at all times, especially when it’s the end of a quarter she’s stressed and could use your pretty mouth. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As stated earlier, she’s done pretty much everything under the sun but if there’s something she hasn’t done before, she will try it. As for risk, well, she’ll ride your face while she’s on the phone with an ex lover and pull you into the restroom or empty hallway during a company gala. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Rhaenyra has energy but after she cums, she’s down for a while. She will however, use toys on you while she rests. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a whole treasure chest of toys and often gets freebies because of how much she buys new toys. Her favorites are the ones she can use on you remotely and her monster dildo collection. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Rhaenyra enjoys teasing you while she’s supposed to be working on something important. 

“Not now sweetie, mommy’s on a call.” She says as she increases the vibrations against your clit. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Outside of foreplay, Rhae is actually quiet, preferring to get lost in the sensations of your body against hers. However, she will make a conscious effort to moan or praise you so you don’t think she’s not enjoying herself. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rhaenyra has worn shibari rope under her clothes during dates. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s got stretch marks on her stomach, thighs, and breasts. She’s thought about lasering them off but you’ve told her you enjoy kissing them so she never will. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high and she’s unashamed about it. However this means she hates getting edged for long periods of time. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a nice fast and rough session, she falls asleep immediately. After a slow and romantic time however, she has boundless energy so if you’re tired at that point, she’ll give you a remote so you can play with her. 

[visxionaries]

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"you're spoiling the horse." perhaps there was something inherently cruel and selfish in knowing exactly what it was he was doing in this moment: there would never be a reality in which the two of them could ever be in one another's spaces as just that. space. no, there would always be something more: something unsaid, something simmering and drowning beneath the weight of the choices only she felt a sickening sense of guilt for - and perhaps he cared enough for her to not want her to feel such a level of guilt.

"gods, don't tell me you're still talking to animals?" cedric asked, his question only half genuine; one only needed to look at the golden grin that crossed his features to know that there was something in this for him. gods only knew what, but he also knew that referring to such warm moments of humour would be enough to rope her in; how she had always valued the simplest of things life had to offer.

"where's that perfect leg of lamb of yours?" referring to her little goat; no doubt somewhere making noises at the wool merchants who wondered why he was not in their wagon. a little goat with a little vest of his own, tailored by his owner; the sight of it made him laugh once, and he knew it would now. as though the two of them could laugh about such stupidity, with the head of the bastard of the hightower decapitated, the crown on another's head, and the chapter firmly closed.

he did not want her to feel as though the fate of her closest friend was sealed as a result of her choices, but rather a plan whose seeds had been planted long before cedric tyrell ever noted a simple seamstress. that, was a way in. she had allowed him to open the window, she had remained beside him with her soft laugh filling the air around them; it was always his casualness that entranced her. to see snippets of the true essence of him like reflections of light rather than simply seeing a king was what always seemed to reel her in. feeling special.

and in this very moment, cedric tyrell found himself making a selfish decision. she had walked from his life once, and he was accepting to let it go: it would not happen a second time around. because she was special; he did not know why, or even how; only knew that this would not have happened again if it were not meant to. by chances of probability, rather than chances of whatever imaginary figures humans had made as a source of comfort.

and when he reached down to offer her his hand, he was all too aware of how this image could be likened to the stuff of paintings, of ballads, and of songs. gold reaching for silver; emerald reaching for amethyst. "come on then lae, i've got you." he muttered, his tone remaining as casual as ever: and yet, such words were ample opportunity to cause the heart to increase. and perhaps it had reason to do so.

and he knew how this seemingly innocent encounter would end. before the breathless kisses started beneath an oak tree and the signing of their names to the cycle starting again, a part of him knew. and regardless of that fact, cedric tyrell still rode the horse through the iron gates of the first of highgarden's three walls, with servants whispering of a sole woman with silver hair winding her arms around him from behind.

end of thread.

a light breeze blew wisps of silver-blonde strands before her face, hand moving to brush them out of her way, somewhat thankful for the moment of distraction, for her thoughts could easily spiral if she did not quickly pull herself from them. laena had always had much time to think, to ponder upon things that may or may not have anything to do with her or her life, and yet still she enjoyed moments of wondering, of calculating the possibilities. though there were also times, such as now, where she liked to think the circumstances did not offer many choices, it were easier, which in itself, was foolish. she knew, and she wished to think it, anyways.

there were no response from her at his words, only acceptance that he was, in fact, correct. regardless of the true situation that was referenced by what he spoke, there were many decisions and situations that had come undone lately that could fit. it were easily one of the topics they could delve into, speak for hours about, just as they had once upon a time, until the last embers within the hearth died down and the soft glow of the morning sun illuminated the window of the rooms they had found themselves within. and yet, laena felt the weight of guilt again, the way it knotted in the pit of her stomach, at the thought of truly understanding what had been occurring all these months, not just within these lands, but within the mind of the man before her.

and just as laena chose to let the thought pass, to watch it drift off with the very breeze that had cause tresses to sway gently in the cool air, another choice was offered. a choice that had many possibilities, but in truth, two simple ones.

there was a clear shift in her demeanor as his words, head tilting just slightly, poise was relaxed, but somewhat stiff, as if every part of her began to still, bracing for what he were about to say to her. eyes shifted downward, breaking his gaze, a gaze that she found herself desiring to hold onto forever, if it were hers entirely. and yet, the opportunity became clear that, even in part, it would be hers again.

laena were not a possessive woman, one that shouted her desires from balconies to all who would hear and know it, no. she were entirely silent regarding her desires, her feelings, but she knew very much suddenly what she, too, wanted. despite the understanding it were perhaps, selfish, possibly doomed, the thread had not come unraveled as she imagined, but suddenly felt as if the bond had grown stronger.

it were a heavy choice, not in love, or lust, or guilt, or shame, perhaps in some indescribable feeling that encompassed all of those things. and yet, she knew what choice she wanted to make, regardless of such a feeling. hand found itself upon the mare, almost steadying herself by finding comfort in the soft furs of the animal before her, but comfort found her moreso in the grin he offered her.

lilac hues twinkled with amusement, suddenly, like a mirror a playful smile danced upon her lips. though there was still an awareness of what was occurring around them. "either way." she answered, and it were clear her demeanor were suddenly relaxed. "though i think this beauty and i have made fast friends." she added in jest, a hand moving to pet the mare's snout, causing the animal to emit a soft whinny, almost as if to agree with laena's sentiment, and earning a gentle laugh from the seamstress.