#harwin hot thots

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Sir Harwin wouldn’t cheat on Rhaenyra but imagine if Viserys married him to Alicent’s eldest daughter. The king foolishly hopes his second daughter will also birth brown haired babes and it will quiet the keep’s rumors of Rhaenyra’s. But the princess is her mother’s daughter, birthing pure silver head babes and born to be the finest of dragon riders. The princess gets so much joy knowing the babes she has birthed and is always requesting her husband’s assistance, dismissing their nannies. Sir Harwin would have his hands tied and have to dismiss his first children with Rhaenyra. If her sister ever sees sir Harwin train with Rhaenyra’s, the spoiled girl would begin her little dramatics and sobbing facade to guilt Harwin. Even if he doesn’t love her, the princess and her clingy babes have the lord commanded wrapped around their fingers.

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oh she plays the game so well ;)

And she places little gossip with the Ladies of the court to bring more people on her side and be sympathetic. Oh how could Harwin do this to her.

Those chubby, sweet babies clinging to their mother's skirts whilst shouting for their father

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Thunderstruck Outtake: Sally Cancels the THOT in Sandor’s Dressing Room (What happened after Chapter 14)

Dedicated to @jennusdemenus who asked for a glimpse into what happened directly after Chapter 14 (aka what happened to that THOT in Sandor’s dressing room, you know the one!) 

Read on below the cut to find out! 

You can catch Thunderstruck here on AO3 and here on FF.net! Only two chapters left!  

Back to the door, Sally watched the venue thin out. This bit was always the same. The city or the venue didn’t matter. Groupies and drunks, they were always the last to go. The drunks would plant themselves in an empty floor and wail for another encore well after the band left the stage and the crew started clearing off the gear. The groupies would flock to the door Sally had planted himself in front of and wield their feminine wiles in hopes of sneaking past.

As it stood, neither the groupies nor the drunks got too far, and Sally occupied himself with self-indulgent daydreams. He was usually hungry right about now. Having scrambled for scraps earlier, tonight was no exception. While Cannibal Star was likely on the prowl for booze and women, Sally had one thing on his mind.

Soft and sweet. Heaven on his lips. He’d savor every moment.

I shouldn’t.

He’d already had two cupcakes, but then also that beer and he wasn’t a twenty-something anymore, metabolism burning through every bit of bullshit he put in his body. His gut could prove it; the wobbly bits that hadn’t been there two years ago and showed no signs of slowing down now.

What’s a third cupcake when you’ve already had two? Sally reasoned with himself.

Catering got the kind he liked; the icing wasn’t too sweet and melted like butter on a hot July day in his mouth. Not that he ever let it be known. This shit wasn’t about him and he was just grateful no one had told him to pound sand yet. If anything, Cannibal Star had become some of his closest friends, the crew like family. They took care of their own and catering got the cupcakes he liked. That must count for something.

A flurry of activity snapped Sally out of his daydream. The crew all appeared absolutely addled as a roadie hurried across the stage, hollering about something or another that beckoned the others to gape in saucer-eyed wonder. The roadie jumped down to the floor and rushed to Sally.

“Shit’s going down. Sandor and his girl,” the kid panted and nudged his way past Sally and through the door that led to the hall.

“Oh my God!” Sally damn near punted the roadie out of his way and bolted down the corridor. He caught of glimpse of fiery red hair blazing towards the back door and Sandor looking like the world was crumbling around him.

Sandor turned to Sally, at a loss and out of words, any stray bits of explanation he could manage. That all fled the man now and he tore into his dressing room like a tornado, fury quick on the heels of emotional ruin and it was a wonder the flimsy door wasn’t ripped off the hinges.

“Trouble with the little lady?”

Sally hovered outside the dressing room and recognized the voice emanating from the other side. Mona the Monster’s ludicrous attempt at sultry banter was embarrassing even in the best of times and now solidified her place squarely on the blacklist of shame.

The men of Cannibal Star didn’t spook easy and certainly put up with their fair share of crazy if it meant getting laid at the end of it. It took a lot to get added to the blacklist.

“Get the fuck out!” Sandor’s shouts exploded into the hall and he bounded towards the doorway, wrangling Mona by her upper arm as he went.

“If you think I’ll tell you twice, you’re stupider than I’ve always known you to be.”

The woman’s feet barely had the opportunity to the meet the floor before her mostly naked ass was being tossed into the hall for Cannibal Star, the crew, and all of God’s green creation to see.

Ankles buckling, she stumbled and barely caught herself when her arms shot to the cinderblock wall.

“I’m actually very intelligent—” she fired back, equal parts furious and haughty even now, mostly naked and looking haggard in the harsh fluorescent lights beaming up above.

Anger like Sally had never seen consumed Sandor. Wide-eyed fury, fists curled, chest heaving, and face burning red—if Sally didn’t know any better, Sandor was teetering on the precipice of quite literally exploding.

“You’re trash! That’s all you’ve ever been,” he seethed in a commendable show of restraint, so much so the man was shaking. He pointed a trembling finger at Mona the Monster.

A crowd had gathered in the corridor, the message having spread like wildfire. By Sally’s estimate, the entire production now lined the hall to watch this holy terror finally get taken to task. Mona the Monster had a reputation all her own—an ungodly abomination of self-righteous entitlement and paper-thin self-esteem.

Sandor shifted towards her in a quiet step and a faint smirk Sally knew to be the calm in the storm. The fury roiled beneath the surface but next came the exacting cruelty that Sandor wielded better than anyone Sally knew.

Mona seemed to know what was coming too. Her eyes scanned the hall of faces all watching in twisted delight at her impending downfall. Her arms crossed over her chest in a laughable attempt at modesty.

“In all these years you’ve been around, spreading your legs for anything with a guitar and a pulse, I’ve never gone for you,” Sandor began, voice a deep rumble, but his eyes still flashed with rage. “I haven’t even looked at you twice. I find a girl who’s leaps and bounds better than you in every conceivable way, the first girl I’ve ever loved, and that’s when you think I’m going to hit it? Tell me again how intelligent you are. You’re nothing. You’re old, your tits are saggy, you reek of cigarettes and booze. Even at your youngest, all you could ever offer anyone was a lousy lay and now you’ve defined new levels of disgusting and that’s the only distinction you’re worthy of.”  

Snickering and quiet encouragement rolled over the crowd. Mona’s eyes darted up and down the hall, desperate to find a sympathetic gaze to latch onto. For some absurd reason, her eyes landed on Sally.

“Don’t look at me!” Sally barked. “You’ve done it now, you nasty bitch.”

“Like you’ve ever amounted to anything,” Mona snapped. “You’re a nobody!”

All at once, the members of Cannibal Star hurled themselves from their perches throughout the hall, peeling away with congruent fervor to be done with Mona the Monster.

“Done! You’re done!” Sandor bellowed and lurched towards her, settling in next to Sally’s side. “If I ever see you at one of our shows or practices, you even breathe the name ‘Cannibal Star’ in this city, you’re getting a Stratocaster shoved so far up your ass, you’ll be choking on the strings for the rest of your shit-filled life.” Sandor leveled irate eyes at Sally. “Take out the trash.”

Sandor turned on his heel without another glance and disappeared in his dressing room. Silence blanketed the hall.

After all these years, the shame finally caught up to Mona and, when it came, it came like an avalanche. For the rest of them, justice came just as mighty and sugary sweet. Tears rolled down Mona’s cheeks in a river of jet-black mascara. In one last ditch effort, she reached for Thoros, tits now exposed for all to see.

“A bridge too far. Get the fuck out,” he grumbled and eyed her in a way no groupie ever wanted to be regarded. Sandor had the right of it—disgust. This woman was worthy of nothing more than that.

Mona stumbled towards Harwin, probably seeking out the softest of the bunch, the one most likely to toss her stray bits of sympathy. Sally held his breath and said a little prayer that the kid would keep his wits about him.  

“You heard the man,” Harwin sniped with usual iciness. “You’re done. Get out.”

In a few more faltering steps and gasping cries, Mona eased down the hall towards Bronn. Sally fell in after her, blocking her path should she try to flee the other way. Mona blubbered a plea and Bronn crossed his arms tight over his chest.

“This was a long time coming, sweetheart. We all stand behind his decision. Get gone.” Bronn motioned to the door at the end of the hall leading to the parking lot.

Sally remembered now that’s where that sweet little Sansa had disappeared, and he hoped like hell that girl still wasn’t out there. Or maybe it was better if she was—she could witness Mona’s fall from grace, though she probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much as the crew was now.

A wave of applause rolled down the hall, growing louder as Mona continued towards the doors with Sally close behind. At the end of the line, no rope left to cling to, Mona turned to Sally.

“Can I at least get my clothes?” she pleaded on a quivering breath.

In only heels and a thong, Mona tried in earnest to cover herself. Sally reached around her and pushed open the door. A blast of chilly air swept through.

“No, should’ve thought about that when you took them off in his dressing room.” Sally shoved Mona through to the other side and followed after. She shivered against the night air. “I mean, he came here with her. How fucking stupid are you? What exactly did you expect?”

Mona lifted her eyes from the ground and glared at Sally but must’ve thought the better of mouthing off. As it stood, she was the one humiliated for all to see and standing outside naked. Sally scanned the parking lot for Sansa and thanked the man upstairs that she wasn’t here. Hopefully, she was safe and okay.

Sally spotted a flattened cardboard box perched against the fence on the other side of the lot. He motioned his head towards it. “You can cover yourself with that.”

She had the audacity to scoff. The offended breath escaped her thin, ugly lips that snarled at him. Sally prodded her shoulder with his finger and stepped to her, forcing Mona to shuffle backwards.

“Now you listen here, and you listen well, you tramp—Sansa is beautiful, and kind and she loves him. You’re not even in the same Universe as her. You have nothing to offer him. And if you think she’s some lovesick hanger-on, I’ve known that man far longer than you have, and I’ve never seen him like this. He loves her too.

“Nothing’s coming between them. Not a tour, not distance, not time. Nothing. Mark my words, they’re it for each other and they’ll figure this out. And you’ll still be a dried-up, bitter hag.

“Like he said. You’re done. I’m putting the crew on notice. If anyone catches a whiff of your skanky ass, you’ll leave here missing more than just your clothes next time.”

“Bye now!” he taunted with a wave before pulling the door shut.

On the other side, the hall had cleared out, both shows of the night now over. Sally retreated to the catering room and poked his head inside. The stars aligned in a rare formation and by some celestial miracle one lone cupcake sat pristine and unaccounted for on the table. Sally plucked it from the spot on the plate and admired the swirl of white icing on the top.

Back down the hall, he cradled the cupcake in his hands but the little flush of joy he felt was short lived as he passed Sandor’s dressing room door, wide open now. Inside, Sandor dwarfed the chair he sat in, elbows to knees and his forehead cradled in the palm of his hand.

Sally hovered beneath the doorframe, almost certain Sandor was aware that a presence had joined him. His shoulders tensed and his breathing shallowed, but the man remained resolute in his abject misery that kept him rooted where he was.

“Anything I can do?” Sally ventured.

Face still obscured, Sandor didn’t move other than the faint shake of his head. It was a wasted courtesy anyhow. What exactly could he do? Anything he could think to offer would be like tossing fistfuls of dirt into a gaping chasm that’d been created in Sandor’s life. The futility was absurd, and the man was so clearly already suffering the loss.

Sally’s gaze drifted to the cupcake in his hand—the last one, but he’d already had two, so the right choice was glaringly obvious. He paced into the room in shuffled steps and stopped in front of Sandor.  

“Here. Take this.” He held out the cupcake and Sandor finally lifted his head from his hand. Sally saw clear enough what he’d been trying to hide. Sandor’s eyes glistened with tears.  

“Those are your favorite.” Sandor shook his head and settled back in the seat. “Why do you think we tell catering to get them?”

“Always assumed it was a coincidence,” Sally shrugged. “Then it sounds like there will be plenty of cupcakes in my future. Take it.”

He jabbed the cupcake towards Sandor who took it from Sally and set it on the table next to him.

“Thank you,” Sandor murmured on a voice almost as deflated as he looked.  

A cumbersome silence fell between them and Sally took it as his cue to leave. He retreated to the door but stopped beneath the frame.

“If you’re curious, after handing her ass to her, I told her touring, distance, time, a tramp in your dressing room—I don’t honestly believe any of that is going to come between you and Sansa.”

“How do you know that?” Sandor countered and a deep crease of contemplation settled between his brows.

Sally could’ve laughed. It was obvious. Everyone that met Sansa tonight commented on it in one way or another and it all distilled down to the same damn thing—something shifted in Sandor with her around. She quieted him in a way, the stillness of peace for a man so accustomed to a life uprooted and unsettled; one who prided himself on being grounded and Sansa rooted him in a different reality—one where he was worthy of love and she was more than willing to give it.

Sandor had no family, nothing much to call his own, except now her and it scared the poor bastard in a way that meant he understood the gravity of what he’d been given. In some ways, Sally couldn’t blame him; the guy had been given the keys to the kingdom and bore the responsibility of not fucking it up.

“Just a feeling,” Sally said because how the fuck was he supposed to explain all this? The man would figure it out one way or another. “When you know, you know. You know?”

Sandor expelled a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I do know,” he said, shouldering the tremendous weight of regret. Sally had been there. The lessons of age came with more than just a few extra pounds and some things were heavier and harder to carry.

“Was she out there?” he asked and, when his eyes drifted from the floor to Sally, Sandor looked caught in a tangle between devastating sadness and foolhardy hopefulness.

“No, man. She’s left.”

Once more, Sally glimpsed the way Sandor’s eyes glistened when his gaze returned to the floor. Sandor bit his bottom lip hard and nodded.

Sally offered what paltry advice he could, and it wasn’t about placating the man. He and Sandor had an honest understanding, one that meant they could speak freely with one another and Sally took that liberty where he could and right now Sandor needed it.

“She may have left, but that doesn’t mean she’s gone,” Sally offered. “And you may not be able to get her back tonight but, one of these nights, you will. You just wait and see.”

It was a call to faith and Sally didn’t know much about what Sandor believed in and in some ways it didn’t matter. Certain things superseded the superficial constructs of belief and love was one of them. And if there were ever two people desperately, stupidly in love with one another, it was Sansa and Sandor and sooner or later they’d figure it out.

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Harwin Version

Alicent’s daughter wants to see what’s so special about the lord commander, siring her sister’s three bastards is just shameless and an insult! The princess would use her authority to force the commander into her chambers, threatening to scream if he did otherwise. The big Breakbones pathetically lying tied down in her bed with his leaking cock out, his body betraying him as his cock grows harder at her touches. His thighs would be left bright red after the harsh bounces the princess made on his cock. The larger man being so fertile had to beg the princess to take the moon tea, but the little tease only promising that she would if he’d be her dirty little secret as well. Poor Rhaenyra and her boys would be left waiting for sir Harwin while the princess got her fill with his talented tongue and fat cock.

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Poor Harwin being used completely and we love to see it.

Oh his tongue would be glorious ; lapping at her creamy, puffy pussy as the Princess moans. She reaches for those locks of his to rock against his face

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Imagine Harwin secretly corrupting Rhaenyra’s and Criston daughter!!!

The whole keep believes he is her father due to their close relationship and Rhaenyra adores that her lover treats her firstborn the same as their boys. Harwin doesn’t know if he does it out of hatred towards Criston or that she resembles her pretty mother. But he is certain of visiting her chambers and doing his daily check ups on her cunny and mouth. Fingering and tasting her cunt or teaching her how to suck a man’s cock. Sweet princess doesn’t think anything wrong of it, the lord commander is so gentle with her. Gentle caressing her dark curly hair as he softly opens her mouth to take his fat cock. He only gets rougher when he holds her shaky thighs but it’s for her own good;)Xxx

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He is only doing it for her own good, promise.

She sucks and kitten licks his fat cock as Harwin groans; eyes flickering to the door as she drools down his thick length.

Slowly, he begins to push her head to his stomach as her gagging noises had his cock twitching.

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Harwin hot thots

Those chubby, sweet babies clinging to their mother's skirts whilst shouting for their father

Imagine their eldest boy being like his uncle Aemond, sweet mama’s boy and he realizes what his father has done. Baby boy would hate to know his father has kids with his elder aunt, shunning away his father affections and cling onto his mother or grandmother. Sir Harwin would feel his heartbreak at his son ignoring him and training with his uncles or sir Criston.

POOR THING !

Chasing after Criston with his wooden sword ; his giggles echoing around whilst his lady mother watches on

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Adding to Harwin's legitimate daughter AU with the supernatural twist (hopefully you got the first part) but ghost!Harwin being forced to watch as his daughter pledges her support to the Greens. What once was almost childish frustration with Rhaenyra and her sons for 'stealing' her father develops into full blown hatred when Rhaenys bursts through the floor with Meleys at Aegon's coronation killing her mother in the process. Plus with the death of her mother, Harwin's daughter is left to the full mercy of her Uncle Larys who is only too happy to use his niece to futher his own political ambitions.

Harwin's daughter is left to the full mercy of her Uncle Larys who is only too happy to use his niece to futher his own political ambitions.

Oh the poor thing !!!!

And Harwin can only watch!

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Rhaenyra walking in on Harwin "cheating" on her, not even able to really be mad at him as she watches him plow the woman. Nyra can't help but be slightly aroused (though overwhelmed with jealousy) when the girl squirts on his thick cock and complains that she can't continue, her legs and thighs hurting from how long they'd been at it. It ignites her jealousy even more when she sees how crazy Harwin seems to go over this whore, watching how his face is one of complete concentration and utter pleasure, his big hand reaching up from her clit to cup her face when he feels his release coming. His dark, smoldering eyes connecting with her and forcing her to make contact as he fills her up. His seriousness fades once he finishes stuffing her, a bright smile crossing his face as he leans down to press their sweaty foreheads together and give her sweet butterfly kisses. Rhaenyra’s heart clenches at this, but it feels like a slap in the face when she hears the pair laughing together and interacting like a couple in love. Even more so when she hears the whore bring up how serious he was this time, only for Harwin to chuckle and tell her that he was trying hard to grant their sons' wish by giving them a sister. The princess stumbles out of the room before she can listen any further, ordering a maid to get information on the whore and to inform her of any pregnancies she may have had.

Her boiling blood nearly freezes over when the maid reports back a week later and makes her aware that the whore was one of Harwin's favorites that quickly turned into his only one. He had fathered 2 sons on her before Rhaenyra even came in the picture and visited them everytime he was out patrolling, bringing them lavish gifts that he knew they'd love. They now had 6 sons to Rhaenyra’s 2, and from what she could see, they were trying for another child. She learns that she's pregnant with Joffrey right around the time Harwin starts mysteriously spending more time in the city, being "stuck with more hours." She sends the same maid from before to investigate and regrets her decision, the blushing maid informing her that she'd saw Harwin taking his whore against the wall, his hands gently caressing her slightly swollen stomach. 👑💀

Oh that's so deliciously hot !!!!!!!!!! Harwin being such a man whore and I am here for it .

The breeding kink is strong with this one.

Their little family !!

He's so had his whore choking on his cock when Rhaenyra has spoken to him through the door

NSFW CODED TWO

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Thinking of the possibilities of Harwin lives AU where he's married while still being Rhaenyra's lover and he has only one child with his wife, a daughter. His daughter grows up quite isolated from court and pretty much everyone else as her mother is very protective and doesn't want her daughter anywhere near the political scene when there is the added turmoil of her father also being the suspected father to Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey. It doesn't help that the daughter very much takes after her father and could easily be mistaken for Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey's other sibling. Harwin's wife is very bitter to her husband and they're pretty much estranged at this point. Harwin adores his daughter but their relationship is much more distant than what he would like. Between his duties, trying to also be there for Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey, being Rhaenyra's lover (haven't figured out how Daemon is involved yet, maybe just let Rhaenyra have both), there isn't as much time as he would like to spend with his daughter.

Oh the angst !!!!!!! Involving Daemon; maybe Laena is still alive at this point so Daemon only does small trips, once or twice a year from Pentos and vice versa.

Poor sweet wife deserves better and you know she has some sass, its good she stays away from the politics.

Rhaenyra's marriage is being celebrated so they are invited to come back - idiotic Viserys. And the family duo (or just the daughter) is soon back in the capitol

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Feel like revisiting the Harwin's daughter with his legal wife AU, but this time with a supernatural twist. Imagine Harwin stuck as a ghost and having to witness his children on opposite sides of the war. Hates having to watch his children pitted against one another (although admittedly his daughter isn't doing much fighting, but after witnessing blood and cheese Harwin is very worried about her safety, perhaps she even inadvertently got caught up in it) almost as much as he hates seeing Larys manipulate Harwin's daughter for his own benefit.

Alys helping him work through this ;)

The angst in me says he has to watch all of this come to pass; his brother making moves on both his wife ad daughter.

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gods au where harwin's god of fertility and abundance. just as he lays his eyes on you he decided to bestow his gifts upon you. he simply has to.

when you bump into him (yeah sure. as if he didnt plan that) in your favourite tropical forest - garden of Eden vibes maybe, your head knocks into his torso (these gods are like TALL). you're shook and become even more flustered when you notice he's completely naked - his pride completely on display (the pesky gods dgaf about clothes, duh).

you gulp and have no words. you let him lead the way, you're like hypnotized. as he kneels before you, his mighty hand teases your pussy - he can feel you're soaked trough your fitting, sheer-like dress. it's his way asking for a permission. you give him a go ahead and boy, it is on! this is nothing like your previous encounters of this character with any human (to be fair it wasnt that many, your shyness still shows).

completely exhausted you fall asleep in his arms, you feel like he fucked your life force out of you. it's quite the opposite though! when you finally wake up, you feel as if you were transformed somehow, feeling very vital and flawless. your 'adventure' with harwin turned you into a demigoddess! it happens once in a blue moon - a god raising someones 'station' by fucking them. turns out it was fate, your intended life path. harwin's completely in awe (he was already smitten with your human form) of you, kneeling down again and asking you to come live with him where he and the other gods reside. a lot of 'abundance 😏' happens between you two there and it keeps on till the end of ages.

HOT HOT HOT!!!! Yes please, you know God!Harwin is hot in every form!

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We do not talk enough about Harwin 'Breakbones' strong

Ultimate DADDY !!

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ser harwin with his only daughter he had with rhaenyra.

She looks exactly like him as well, she’s very clingy to him, always showing him the new stitching she did, blushing at the knights praises

!!!!!!!! Oh his praises mean so much!!

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harwin au

a rougher version of harwin, the fear inducing commander who makes both criminals in the streets and potential enemies at the court tremble. he's hot headed and not afraid to get his hands dirty. perhaps vicious even :) definitely challenged someone to duel because they/their wife/mistress/whatever just looked at you the wrong way. his sword is often dirty and his face might be bloodied (not his blood mostly) and bruised. the first thing he needs is your embrace. in the eyes of the others he can be quite uncouth - kissing you in purely animialistic way (if they see a tongue that's on them, not his problem 💁), grabbing your ass and stuff like that. you would scold him sometimes for his behavior and brawls while you're lowkey already wet and ready for whats to come 🙈

ALL OF THIS!! Darker Harwin is just too delicious and its what we deserved to have seen thank you!! Stupid show!!

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tw for somnophilia without consent

Dark Harwin, who stands guard at his Princess door, listening as she is unable to make herself feel good. Until one night, she gets extra frustrated, so he sneaks in after she is asleep to make her feel good. It starts as a way to help her, a one time thing he tells himself. But it happens again, and again. And it escalates. First it was only his fingers. And then it escalated to his tongue. And she woke up once, but thought it was a dream, so he started putting something to make her sleep in her nightly tea. And oopsie, suddenly the Princess is with child, and doesn’t recall how. So the King turns to his loyal Hand for help, asking if his eldest, the heir to Harrenhal would marry his daughter, and save her from the unfavorable rumors that would be sure to spread.

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The hottest !! Tricking her into thinking it is a dream is way hotter than it should be

I love that Viserys goes to his hand...all working out perfectly for Harwin

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protective harwin with reader who scares rather easily. whenever there's a really loud thunderstorm he holds her as she clinges to his chest for dear life. if there's some commotion happening in the keep, his first priority is to keep her safe and soothe her nerves. he also has his ways of distracting her from things that stress her out behind closed doors ;)

imagine how much attention and distracting she needs when some dangerous shit goes down, like at rhaenyras wedding. there's no better way to calm down than being squeezed by harwins big arms :) no one can yell at her either, harwin would deal with them 😇

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ADORABLE AND HOT!! Imagine Rhaenyra's wedding and she whines at the seat where the two strong brothers are.

This is not a happy celebration but soon Harwin is back at her side

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So just gonna continue this a bit and be a ravenous beast about if that fight were to happen on the training grounds still and how it would change. Don’t mind me on my shit.

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Lady Strong felt a strange sort of nagging, nervous energy developing in her belly. And most would claim that it was merely the fluttering in her belly of a babe so early in its development, so fragile and tenuously clinging to life through her. But, she was not such a fool. She could not afford to be such a fool, especially not when navigating such a treacherous court as in King’s Landing, and certainly not when having to help her cunt of a husband in concealing his adultery with the Princess that resulted in not one, not two, but three babes - meanwhile he could not even get one to stick within his own wife. 

So, she left the duties she was attending to and set off to find her husband. Something was wrong, and she feared it was their child. She did not know if she could bear the loss of another. She hurried along the corridors of the Red Keep towards the training yard where Harwin would be training his so - the princes. Lady Strong was, however, shocked into stopping her footfalls, remaining in the shadows. 

She was more than surprised to find Ser Harwin practically tossing Prince Aegon off of Prince Jacaerys, scowl upon his face. Her heart pounded. She could not believe that he would be this foolish. She could not believe that he could justify such a risk to them - to their lives.

“You forget yourself, Strong. That is the Prince,” Ser Criston said, keeping his voice remarkably even.

“Is this what you teach, Cole?” Harwin asked, stooping down and picking up the training swords that had been scattered about. “Cruelty to the weaker opponent?”

Ser Criston caught sight of Lady Strong waiting in the shadow. But she did not notice the way that he saw her, far too focused on her fool of a husband still diligently picking up training swords - one of while Ser Criston had been petty enough to throw down. Ser Criston couldn’t help but smirk. Ah, this was just his lucky day - it had to be.

“Your interest in the Princeling’s training is quite unusual, Commander,” Ser Cole said. “I fear I do not understand why you are here when your poor wife has been abed, sick from carrying your child.”

Harwin’s motion stilled for a moment. His wife watched as his back tensed but then he shook his head slightly. “You need not worry about my wife, Cole,” Harwin said gruffly.

Ser Criston’s smirk only grew but then disappeared. He turned away from the shadows where Harwin’s wife was hidden then, ready to take the show home, so to speak.

“I wonder what your poor, sickly wife might think of such a level of concern from you, Strong.” He took a step closer, lowered his voice - only slightly - keeping it just for the two of them. “Tis interesting how you so steadfastly warn your poor Lady wife off of spending time with the Queen or myself…or even your own brother, it seems.” He hummed. “Is it her faithfulness you worry on, Strong? Because I’ve not met a woman as devoted as Lady Strong, save our good Queen.” 

“You would do well to watch yourself, Cole,” Harwin growled leveling a glare and taking a step forward. “Speak no more of my wife unless you wish to find a blade through your belly for it.”

Ser Criston let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, then let us circle back to training, shall we? Perhaps that may bring you a mite of comfort,” he said, tone calm, even while his eyes displayed a mirthful glee. “I do not understand why the Princeling’s training would be high on your list of concerns at all, in fact.”

“I am the Princess Rhaenyra’s sworn sword. Her children are her blood. They are my responsibility,” Harwin said, eyes narrowed.

Lady Strong was about to take a step forward, fearful of what might happen. But, then she felt a body slide next to her. She jumped and saw her brother-by-law at her side, grabbing her arm.

“Larys,” she said in surprise.

“Do not make a move, my lady. When men’s tempers flare violence follows. I would not wish to see you nor my niece or nephew caught in such a mess,” Larys said, voice grim.

 “Most would only show such interest in family,” Ser Criston commented. Harwin rose to his feet and his wife watched as his fists clenched. “In a cousin…or a brother.” He looked ready to pounce, even as the pause continued. So Ser Criston saw fit to lay the final nail in the coffin. “Well, or a son.”

The reaction was immediate. Harwin threw his fist at Ser Criston’s face, knocking him to the ground. He proceeded to then kneel atop him, repeatedly punching him. His wife’s hands rose to her mouth in horror, bile rising, but none worried for her save Larys at her side - steadfastly making sure she saw each moment and each hit that Ser Criston took at the hands of Harwin.

Upon the ground, Ser Criston laughed. “I pity your poor lady wife,” he ground out. “She deserves more than you and your bastards.” And with that, another forceful punch landed, his nose crunching painfully this time.

It took four white cloaks to rip Harwin from Ser Criston’s chest and they dragged him back. He screamed “say it again!” to Ser Criston the whole way, while the other man laid on the ground. Though none could see it but Harwin, Ser Criston was laughing all the while. 

Lady Strong’s eyes moved worriedly between her husband and Ser Criston. She stayed frozen in place, Larys’s hand on her arm. Her eyes eventually fixated on Ser Criston, watching as he slowly started peeling himself up from the ground. He glanced back in the direction she was in and offered a weak smile. And across the training yard, having seen the look while still being dragged away, Harwin spat another curse at Ser Criston.

“Oh dear,” Larys said, glancing down at his sister-by-law - for now, at least - for a moment and then back to the…scene before him.

Love !!!! You are so amazing at writing <3

I also love how Larys is there for the drama, he is so bad!