#house of the Dragon fic
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Dragonride (Daemon Targaryen x Servant!Reader)
synopsis: It was his wedding night, yet instead of consumating the marriage with his new bride, Daemon chooses to celebrate with someone else.
warnings: power imbalance, smut, p in v, fucking in the bathtub, semi public sex, afab reader
word count: 0.8
taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1
(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)
Dividers by @saradika
The whole day the castle had been running around. Preparing for the royal wedding that is supposed to bring benefit and safety to runestone. The rogue prince as a lord husband was the perfect promise of that. If only everything would have gone as planned.
All throughout the ceremony servants passed whispers to the farthest back of the castle about the cold distance between the royalty to be wed. How far they were sitting from each other, as if the other were made of poison, as well as the enemies prince Daemon apparently intended to make early on as it seemed.
It is of little surprise when you get tasked with preparing an additional room for the Targaryen to spend the night in.
And just in time. Right as you finish preparing a hot bath for the prince, his heavy boots carry his tall frame into the room.
âYour highness.â You greet him with a bowed head.
Upon the sign of a finger, you rush to help undress him. Steady fingers removing layer after layer of clothes until there is nothing hiding the pale skin from the dim light of the candles. Daemon is silent until the task is done. Yet he gives you a knowing smirk as your eyes accidentally roam over the length between his legs.
âYou can go now.â He commands afterwards, already half turned towards the bathtub.
You bow again, however as your hand touches the cold, smooth doorknob, his voice sounds through the room once more.
âWait a moment.â His voice is disinterested as always and he doesn't look at you as you turn to him anew.
âYes, your highness? Do you require something else?â You inquire quietly.
âIndeed, I do.â Daemon pauses for you to inquire further or understand what he means without further explanation.Â
When you donât, he speaks up again. One single word. âYou.â
Your breath stocks for a moment in your lungs, unable to think clearly as usual at the request. Not a request, more a command. One that leaves no room for arguments.
Who are you to refuse a Targaryen prince anyway. âAs you wish, your highness.â
With slightly trembling hands, but deliberate moves, you shed the layers of clothing that hide your body from the blond's sight.
âHave you ever ridden a dragon?â Daemon asks with a mischievous half grin as you approach him. Every step carefully thought through as if he would bite off your head any second.
âI haven't, your highness.â You negate the answer to his question.
âWell, I think it is high time for your first flight.â One large, rough hand comes up to guide you into the borderline scalding water and on top of his lap. âAnd for the love of the gods, stop ending all of your sentences with your highness.â
âYes, y-... Yes, of course.â You quickly catch the trip up and correct the mistake.
Still, it earns you a sternly raised brow, which in all honesty only furthered his attractiveness. Lost in thought, it is one of Daemon's hands wandering up your breasts and lays itself snug around your neck, that pulls you back to reality.
âGood. Now show me how good of a dragon rider you can be.â with one swift move Daemon impales you on his cock.
Immediately he sets for a punishing pace. No doubt needing to get rid of some energies that must have collected inside of and burned through him the entire day. The strength with which the princeâs hips meet yours send ripples of pleasure mixed with pain up your spine and all throughout your body. The scalding hot water that surrounds the two of you makes you sensitive to every little change in his touch. Especially now that Daemon grips your waist to hold you still as he fucks up into you so tight, it might as well have left bruises already. The sound of your nails scraping against the bathtub fills the room, only overshadowed by the drawn-out grunts and heavy, shuddered breaths that mingled between you, chasing away the steam of the water below.
It isn´t long until you can´t hold back your own strained moans. Your strength waning with every new assault to your core. And even shorter until you are only held up by Daemon´s hands, your body leaning forward limply. Chest to chest and face nestled in the crook of his neck. On a particularly harsh thrust your teeth graze his ear, being shaken by the body clashing into yours.
Underneath you Daemon growls, the sound is animalistic and sends a whole new wave of heat through your nervous system. The sweat that covers both of your bodies, begins to run down in droplets, mixing with the water, driven by the exertion put on you.
The Targaryenâs thrusts grow erratic from the all but possessive display, bringing the tidal wave of your pleasure down to crash over you.
He released a final few thrusts into your convulsing cunt before pulling out of you completely, leaving behind a trail of sticky seed as evidence of his conquest. The mixed fluids spilling out of you and into the water below.
#prince daemon#prince daemon targaryen#daemon#daemon targaryen#the rogue prince#daemon x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon x you#daemon targaryen x you#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd fic#house of the dragon fic#hotd x reader#hotd x you#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon x you#daemon smut
139 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Foolish.
Gwayne Hightower x reader
Summary: Gwayneâs wife feels self conscious after birthing their daughter.
Warning: body image issues, smut mention towards the end (thereâs not smut but like there is so 18+ please)
A/n: based on an ask from forever ago!!
Masterlist
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
It had been almost five months at this point, and Gwayne was beginning to worry.
Her body had given him a precious little girl, and he wanted to praise her endlessly for it. Her recovery had went smoothly to his knowledge, no tears or aches from it at this point, and still he wondered why she had not initiated anything with him.
She was most likely skittish. She always had been skittish about this stuff, but he had hoped that she was not regretting their actions now that they had the consequences.
He sat in his solar, his mind plagued by all of these thoughts.
He scribbled at the papers but his mind was entirely elsewhere, and by the time he had to restart a letter for the third time, he gave up. Tossing the pen aside, he stretched out his aching shoulders and legs as he stood up to address the problem itself.
âŚ
Y/n Hightower walked around the room, the babe rested securely in her arms as she swayed.
Her lips pulled up as she admired the babe. The spitting image of her father. Bright fiery hair to match the deep blue irises of her eyes. She was a sight to behold.
But it made her thoughts shift back to Gwayne. And immediately an unease of guilt came with it.
Five months she'd put it all off. The conversation. The rejection she knew she'd receive if she tried.
Before the birth, and before the pregnancy at all, Gwayne had proudly shown off his wife like a prized possession- a perfect thing that would make even the most well off lord jealous. He adored her with everything he had and he was happy to do so.
So pregnancy felt like a death sentence.
If she were to even live, how could Gwayne show off a woman with the scars and marks that she now was marred with?
She had lived, and now she bore the remnants of what their daughter had left behind. Marks of her body stretching, a loosening in her skin, her bones in her hips occasionally requiring attention. She had indeed recovered but she was not as she was before.
And she knew Gwayne would notice it soon.
"And how is our precious gift?" His voice echoed in the room when he stepped in. His hands were held behind his back, a sway to his steps.
"Oh," she sighed. "She's wonderful. Sleeping soundly."
Gwayne stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her frame. She inwardly cringed. She was so scared of his mind in this moment.
But whatever she worried he may have noticed, he paid no real attention to.
He leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek, peering down at the babe. "She is comfortable with you. She knows how safe you are. I believe she feels what I feel."
The woman's brows furrowed. "And what's that?"
His voice whispered in her ear, "That you are the most wondrous woman in the realm, and she and I am grateful for you."
Just like the compliments he used to pay her. It's almost as if nothing changed. But she knew things had changed. So much had changed. It was eating at her.
That, and his wandering hands over her hips.
"Gwayne," she gently chided like she always did when he'd grow handsy.
"Why not? Why can't I enjoy my wife's beauty for a moment?" Hopefully he'd finally get an answer to her avoidance of him.
"You know what I'll say."
He sighed. He did know what she always said. 'Not today.' Not today felt more like a promise to 'Never again.' He hated to push like this, but he was getting nothing to help mend the bond, and he'd do anything to save it.
"You've been feeling well. The babe is asleep. We'll stop when you wish." He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I just want to admire my wife."
"You don't.â
Her answer was so swift. So sure. She fully believed that he didn't want to admire her pretty form.
"I do," he argued in confusion. He now stepped around to look her in the eye. "I promise you that I do. Why would I lie?"
Her eyes avoided his like hiding a deep secret. She used the babe like a shield, keeping her attention on the young child in hopes that Gwayne would drop the issue.
"Love?" He tried as he head tilted down to catch her eye.
It worked, and her pupils fixed on his. "It's complicated."
"It's not," he reasoned. "There is nothing complicated for us. We love each other about all else." A thought came over him. "Don't we?"
"We⌠we do," she drew out, almost like a question.
He was growing frustrated. "Please. Lay the babe down so we may discuss something of importance."
"Gwayne-"
"-Do as I say." It was a snap, one that Gwayne had never done to her. Not like that. Usually it was with a teasing grin or a kind smile. This one was of expectance.
She knew this was the conversation she had been putting off.
His rejection of her.
He knew this was the conversation he had been putting off.
Her rejection of him.
The two lovers felt the air around them grow cold as they simply stared at one another. How horrid it felt to be unwanted.
Gwayne was a merciful man. She knew that he'd have the heart to send her back to her father if this is how it would go.
But a life away from her child would be torture.
The destruction of her body. All for what?
"Alright," she mouthed, for no breath came from her lips.
With shaking hands, she placed the babe in the small bed Gwayne had spent the time to fashion himself. She recalled the curses he strung together when he had gained a rather deep splinter and she was the one to pluck it from his skin. And the night they spent after that. Seemed Gwayne liked to be taken care of quite a lot.
But she forced it from her mind. Now was not the time to reminisce.
When she turned from the crib, she saw the tears that pricked at her husband's eyes.
And how her heart screamed.
"Let us retire," he softly suggested. "I'll have someone look after her. Come." He held his hand out.
She took it, though it felt right, she began to question if it truly was.
The walk to their chamber was silent. But it spoke volumes.
Once inside, Gwayne didn't want to wait longer. "Your mind is so plagued. I wish you'd speak."
"Was is there for me to say? You're the one." Her voice quivered at her last declaration, "Just do it. Send me away.â
"Wh-Why would I do such a thing?" He asked in a horrified tone. How could she even think he would let something like that happen? His wife. His bright light.
"Don't pretend you haven't noticed it all, Gwayne. You're wise. You've seen the changes in me. I'm not the same prize you once had."
"Prize? What are you talking about? You're my wife."
"DO NOT PRETEND YOU HAVE NOT NOTICED IT ALL, GWAYNE!" She shouted at him. "I'm different now. And if you do not love me anymore, just say so!"
Gwayne merely gawked. Even if he tried to form words, nothing would have left his throat. Did she really think that? His blue eyes stared at her in confusion.
"Gwayne," she whined. She wrapped her arms around herself. "Say something. Please."
"W- You- IâŚ" He stopped to regain his bearings, taking a deep breath. "I love you."
Her brows furrowed a bit. "You do?"
"Yes!" He almost shouted on accident. "Yes. Of course I do. And you�"
Now the confusion turned to her. "I⌠I love you more than anything," she stated as if obvious and he was a fool for questioning so.
His head quirked to the side, then an amused scoff from his lips. His hands found their way to his hips. "Then what are we fighting over?"
"I've changed."
"In what ways?" He challenged.
"Well," her arms gave an over exaggerated shrug, like he should already know what she meant. When his stare continued, she huffed. "Just⌠my body is different."
"You've recovered well. Haven't you?" What started out as a statement turned to a worried question.
"As much as I can," she remarked. Her self consciousness was showing once again. She wished she didn't have to spell it out for him.
Gwayne's hand reached out to her hip, tugging her lightly to him. It was comfortable. It was normal. He had done it a million times before. "It seems the only fight happening at this moment is the one in your mind." He brushed another stray here from her cheek. "Tell me what fills that head of yours."
Her voice was a whisper as she looked at her husband. "I only think of you."
"And our little girl," he said with a quirk of his lips. "So tell me what thoughts you have of me."
"My body has changed too much for us to be as we were. You'd be so unhappy."
The thumb that was caressing the woman's hip bone paused. "All this because you believe I'd be unhappy with your body? Answer me."
A curt nod.
"You-" He sighed and brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I had a bath set up but I think you need it far more than I. C'mon."
The copper tub sat on the other side of their room. He had ordered a servant to do so prior to him leaving his solar, and that had been a little while ago now that he thought about it.
When he tried to gently push her in that direction, she took offense. "What are you saying, Gwayne?"
"Love, I just meant⌠" he sighed, "Get in the tub.â
Even when frustrated, Gwayne had never led her astray and she hoped it would be the same now. She stepped to the tub, dipping her hand in to find that it was not cold. A decent temperature.
And when Gwayne went to pull at the laces of her dress, she panicked. "Wait!" She spun around to see his worried expression. Her hands grabbed his wrists. "I don't want to do this."
He frowned. "I've seen you bare before, my love. Many times," he remarked, a grin on his face when her cheeks flushed. "C'mon. Do this one thing for me."
"Was giving you a child not enough?" She sassed back.
He scoffed. "Love. You know what I mean. Let me wash you."
She studied him for a minute. "Fine."
Turning her back around, Gwayne unlaced her bodice and slowly helped her undress. As soon as her soft skin came to his view, he placed soft kisses on her shoulder and up her neck.
The sight of her shift falling to the ground made her stomach twist.
Gwayne knew her so well. Her hands came up to cover herself, but he caught her wrists quickly. He nipped behind her ear. "Get in."
He helped her in, kneeling down at the side of the tub. He took extra care to not look at her body in the water in respect to her. At least for now. His gaze stuck to her face and shoulders. "You foolish girl," he teased sweetly, His fingers grazed over her cheek. "Do you truly believe I'd leave you because your body gave me a child? Hardly. Hardly, woman."
She leaned into his touch.
"May I wash you?" He asked softly.
Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth in thought. A nod.
"Alright." He pulled himself around the tub to kneel behind her, pulling her hair over her shoulder to expose her shoulders and back. When his fingers ran down her shoulder, a shiver moved down her spine, making him smirk. "I dare to say that you've missed my touch."
"I think I have," she admitted.
Gwayne's rough hands handled her gently, rubbing the soap over her arms and shoulders gently before pausing on her chest. A silent question was on the tip of his tongue.
Her head leaning back. That was an answer.
His hand ran over her breasts and he took note of the way her breath caught each time. Swollen with milk for their daughter. It's true that that was different than before, but Gwayne loved it. "So pretty," he muttered under his breath.
His hands moved lower, moving down her stomach and over the small stretch marks across the skin there. He didn't pause. Didn't falter. He continued as if he didn't even notice them at all. He carefully washed her, taking his time and being extra gentle, muttering praises under his breath.
Lastly, his hand ran down the inside of her thigh, moving up to gently graze over her clit. She jumped, but a little groan came from her throat. She grabbed his wrist. "I need you."
Oh how those words affected him.
âŚ
A few hours later, Gwayne massaged the oil onto her shoulders gently, pressing his thumbs into her shoulder blades in a relaxing way. He had massaged all of her at this point, and she was barely awake, the massage and the past few orgasms leaving her out of it.
He kissed her head with a grin. "Thank you, my sweet lady wife. For everything."
She only hummed.
How foolish of them to ever doubt each other.
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
#fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfiction#game of thrones x reader#game of thrones fanfiction#game of thrones imagine#game of thrones x y/n#gwayne hightower x wife!reader#gwayne hightower fanfic#gwayne hightower imagine#gwayne hightower smut#ser gwayne hightower#gwayne hightower x reader#gwayne hightower x you#gwayne x reader#gwayne hightower#ser gwayne#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon imagines
93 notes
¡
View notes
Text
THE PINK DREAD - CH. 26 (Masterlist)
Chapter Summary: Aegon attempts to court Valeana properly this time. In his own, Aegon-y way. Word Count: 6018 CHAPTER WARNINGS: 18+ , MDNI. Horny!Aegon, Brief discussion of non-con things. Alcohol.
Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.
Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita
Notes: ya welcomeđ
When Aegon awoke that morning, his mind was just as muddled and fuzzy as everyone elseâs in the Keep, though his was much louder with chatter from last night. His voice, his motherâs, Valeanaâs, and Catelyn Redwyneâs.
During their dance, he had an interesting conversation with her; she was young, four years his junior, and yet wiser. Cat read him like a book in the time it took them to do the ceremonial dance at the beginning of the ball, but instead of chastising him (which his mother did later that eve, and again that morning), she instead gifted him some of her feminine insight.Â
âIs this faux courtship a ploy to help her win back Aemond, or help you win her?â She had said with eyebrow raised and mouth pulled in a knowing smirk.Â
Aegon stared at her, completely stunned at how easily she pulled out her conclusion. He stuttered, trying to say otherwise, but then Cat begged him to stop with a cute little laugh before continuing.Â
âItâs just like the book, The Knight and I. Lady Deana Bettley and Ser Tymond Hawthorne get into a fake relationship to help each other. Deana had been scandalized, and no suitor wanted her, but with Tymond courting her, suitors started to desire her out of jealousy. And Ser Tymond does not wish to marry, wanting to live the life of a rake for the end of his days, so he uses Deana âa maid from a higher houseâ to cease his fatherâs badgering. But! They eventually fall in love with each other, because of all the time they spent together in order to keep up with their charade. Unfortunately, by the time Tymond even realized he loved her, she had gained the attention of the Lord of the Vale, and was set to be betrothed. It was all very romantic.â
After she had just gushed about the plot of her book â which to Aegon sounded like a right bore â he just blinked at her. Catelyn blushed heavily, and looked down embarrassed.Â
âI really like reading,â she said in a small voice, her eyes flickering around the ballroom coyly.Â
âI can see that,â Aegon offered her a small laugh to ease her shyness. He wet his lips, eyes glancing over at Valeana and Jacaerys, who appeared to be having a discussion of their own. With a swallow, he asked, âWhatâŚWhat did Lord Tymond do⌠to win her back?â
Cat looked back up at him through her lashes and a small smile crept on her plush pink lips.
Emboldened by Catelyn Redwyneâs advice, Aegon ignored his motherâs lecture about conduct, her plea for him to stop pursuing Valeana, and her warning if he failed to do so. There was nothing she could do to him that she hadnât done already; slapped him, insulted him, rolled her eyes in his direction, reminding him at every turn that he was a disappointment. What was she going to do now? Tell him that he isnât fit to be king, and find a worthy one in Aemond instead? That would be doing him a grand favour indeed. At least then she could pawn Helaena off to him, and Aegon would be free to take Valeana as his bride.Â
What a double-edged sword that would be for Aemond. Getting half of his desires, while Aegon frolicked with everything he desired: freedom and Valeana, heavy with his child.Â
His cock swelled at the mere thought of it. Tits large and weeping with milk, stomach rounded with evidence of his claim to her body, cunt tightly wrapped around his cock as she bounced on his hips. Aegon had to call in Hildy to aid his intense desires last night after the ball, leaving the pale-haired maid in a sweaty mess on his bed, her three holes thoroughly wet and spent.Â
Aegon never lusted for a single woman so intensely, it almost frightened him. Though what was more frightening was the prospect of her not being his, which is what drove him to orchestrate his first, official move to woo her.Â
âAegon, how the hell did you get in here? Hardy at the front,â Valeana whispered harshly to him, arms tightly wrapped around her chest, that maroon robe snuggly wrapped around her.Â
They carefully walked out of her shared bedroom with Shyla, closing the door silently, leaving them alone in the girlsâ solar.Â
âThe secret passage of course,â he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. At her look of confusion, he elaborated, âThereâs one in Florisâ room.âÂ
âHow do you even knowââ She cut herself as her memory caught up with her. âThat is how you put those toads in her bed without being caught.â
Aegon giggled softly, âThatâs what she gets for tattling. Câmon, letâs get out of here.âÂ
They moved quietly into Florisâ room as if they were approaching a den of lions. The Grafton girl was sprawled out like a starfish in her bed, occupying as much space as possible in her large mattressâ twice as large as Valeana and Shylaâs. It seemed like a waste, in Aegonâs opinion. He and Val could have occupied that bed until the sun rose, and her family would be none the wiser for it.Â
The gateway to the secret entrance was behind a squat bookshelf that housed more baubles and shoes than actual books. It was already ajar, Aegon didnât want to waste time trying to find the latch to re-open it. There was a low dim of light from the torch that he left inside, a little down the way so the light wouldnât wake up the beast in the bed. Motioning her to follow, they crawled into the portal, and with a gentle tug of the latch, the inconspicuous shelf-door closed behind them.Â
Taking her hand, he guided her through the twisting passageway, ensuring that she didnât trip over the narrow stairways that spiraled down. They then entered a cavernous corridor with arched ceilings that looked like a never ending tunnel to nowhere. With her hand still in his, and the torch in his other, Aegon led her not far from that point, until he got to another inconspicuous secret passage in the form of a slab of stone.Â
âHold this,â he handed the torch to her, and went over to put his entire weight into rolling the stone away. A gust of tepid summer night air wafted into the musky passageway, blowing at Valeanaâs silvery strands that framed her face. The rest of her hair was in a very long loose braid, laying upon her shoulder before ending in a knot at her waist. The idea of wrapping it around his wrist and yanking her head back as he took her from behind was not lost on him.Â
Beyond the stone slab was a balcony carved from the cliffside itself. It was large, overlooking the crags and the crash of waves of the Blackwater Bay below. There were some statues in the four corners, broken, littered with moss and barnacles. The balcony, if Valeana would call it that, was particularly low along the side of Aegonâs Hill, so it was safe to assume that during winter and autumn, and during the storms throughout spring, the waves of the sea would become so high it would fold over the stone fence that framed the terrace, soaking the area in ocean debris. That night was not one of those nights. The water was calm, though still dangerous as it pushed against the side of the mountain, foam splashing here and there as it attempted to reach the ledge.Â
âAegonâŚâ Valeana stepped out in the open, head pivoting in every which way, seeing nothing but a moonless blanket of black and navy, dotted by stars and creased by waves. No city lamplights, no life, beyond the two of them. There were two braziers that were already lit; the light it offered at such a grand space was dim but enough to see without strain. When she turned around to face the cliffside, she saw what Aegon had left for her. A plush duvet, anchored by a dozen fat, plush pillows. There was a silver cloche sitting in the middle, flanked by amber goblets and two filled carafes of what was likely wine. There were candles there too, some still lit while others had been blown away by the ocean breeze. Â
When she turned to him, eyes looking like two emerald stars, Aegon suddenly felt like a child wrecked with nerves. â... What is this?âÂ
The possibility of rejection lingered in the recesses of his mind, a foreign concept to him since Aegon wasnât used to rejection. He would simply ask for a girl and she would be granted to him without complaint. A privilege of the title âprinceâ that he had come to take for granted. Valeana could reject him, and be within her right, and he could ignore it and force himself upon her, and it would be within his right as prince of the realm, as he was entitled to everything and everyone he desired.Â
But then she would hate him for an eternity, and curse his bloodline and soul, and Aegon would be left a shell of a man, with nothing but his regrets, all for one night of carnal release. No, forcing himself on her was never an option. He also wasnât the type of man who wished to see a woman in pain beneath him. Nothing was more of a turn on than enticing world-shattering pleasures on a body with his own hands, mouth, and cock. It was the closest thing to power he had, and he wanted nothing more than to show that to her, if sheâd have him.Â
He didnât answer her question, just simply smiled and gestured towards the little nest he had made for them, âSit. I have cheese, bread, grapes, and salted meats.âÂ
She eyed him curiously, a tad suspiciously, but still trusted him nonetheless. Aegon watched her descend into the blanket and pillows with gleeful satisfaction. He quickly deposited the torch into the nearest brazier, then practically skipped over to join her.Â
Valeana watched him for a beat as he gingerly lighted the doused candles using one that was still lit. âAre you going to tell me what all of this is?âÂ
âWell,â he began, lighting the last candle. âThis platform was where the Old King and his Queen would land their dragons after taking them to flight around the Crownlands. It was a quicker and more surreptitious way for them to get into the Keep without stopping at the Pit and taking a horse or carriage back.âÂ
Aegon took the domed lid off of their late night meal and smiled up at her, âItâs said that Jaehaerys and Alysanne conceived Saera Targaryen on this very terrace.â
Valeana tilted her head at him, her suspicious gaze turned more like curiosity, âAnd why is it that you brought me here in the dead of night, Aegon?â
He was pouring the goblets now, âWell, I am⌠trying to court you.âÂ
Her mouth popped open, but words escaped her. When Aegon handed her the first goblet, she tentatively took it.Â
âI know, I knowâŚâ He trails off, already reading her thoughts. Aegon stared into his goblet as he swirls around the red liquid, mixing the tannins around until they dissipated. âWe have an arrangement. This was supposed to be a ruse, but⌠but, hells, this is difficult to say.â
âAegon,â Val inhaled deeply, her shoulders sagged a bit, the load of an unsaid burden weighing her visibly. âI must speak to you abouââ
âValeana,â he interrupted her, his smile pained, almost quivering as he tried to bite back his nerves. âPlease. I wish to speak this before the words are lost on me.âÂ
She folded her lips under her teeth and nodded.Â
Aegon took a generous sip from his goblet before putting it back down, âI remember what I said to you at the Ball last night. At least, most of it. I wish I had said it a little more⌠gently and less crass, but I do not regret it. It was the truth⌠and, hells, Valeana, what Iâm trying to say is that Iâve grown fond of you. Quite fond. And I do not wish for us to be a charade anymore.â
His words tumbled through his wine stained lips, eyes looking everywhere other than hers own; her hands, the folds of her robes, the peak of her prosthetic that could be seen through the thin muslin material of her chemise. But his purple eyes found her green ones in the end, and the fear of rejection spiked. Aegon could read her hesitancy as plainly as the stars in the sky. Her eyes danced between his, searching for something in them. Glancing down, the prince took her free hand in his and ran his thumb over her knuckles.Â
âIf you do not want me, I will leave you aloneââ
âAegon,â her lids shut before the sting of her eyes became too much. âI would be lying if I said I havenât grown fond of you either.â
Like the waves of the ocean, relief washed over him, but like the crags and spires of stone that protruded around Aegonâs Hill like a natural jagged crown, it crashed with more worry. There was a âbutâ coming, the way her words hung there, at the edge of a cliff.Â
âAemond and I reconciled that same night. Heââ she shook her head and cleared her throat. âI will spare you the details, but it was enough for me to let him back into my life. Not entirely, but⌠I am giving him a chance to redeem himself.â
His heart was beating frantically in his ribcage, telling him âyou lostâ over and over again.Â
She squeezed his hand then, but the gesture felt condescending, and he considered ripping it away from her. But then Valeana pulled it to her lips and kissed his fingers tenderly, and he was back to putty in her hands.Â
âI have not made a decision⌠My heart is hopelessly torn.â
Aegon felt that awash of relief again, this time the tides brought hope that filled his lungs, making it easier for him to breathe. âDonât make a decision yet,â he watched her mouth as he moved his fingers so he was now holding onto her chin, thumb framing the lines of her lips. âI want my own chance, a fair shot. Please, Valeana, you said you would make it up to me all those days agoâŚThis is all I want from you. A chance to win your hand.âÂ
He knew the answer before she said it, by the way she tilted her chin into the palm of his hand. There was still a sorrowful look in her eyes, and perhaps he didnât entirely understand it, but he sympathized that she was truly of two different minds, trapped between an old love and the possibility of a new one. And⌠whatever the hells was going on with Jace.Â
âAlright, Egg⌠Donât let me regret it.â
Aegon grinned, âIâll try not to, Crab Cake.â
Goblets clinked together and they were drained along with bits of bread, cheese, and meat. With the tense introduction of his motives gone, the evening was eased into a comfortable conversation about funny moments of their shared childhood, to more recent moments they shared together. The first carafe of wine was drained; a Reach vintage, provided by his co-conspirator and his sole supporter, Catelyn Redwyne.Â
They now laid on their backs, faces flushed and minds a bit light and heavy at the same time. Valeana was popping grapes in her mouth, and Aegon was trying to make out constellations, but his vision couldnât quite focus on them.Â
âI wish I was a fly on that wall,â Aegon chuckled, the creases of his grin reaching his eyes.
âNo, you were a wasp in my skirt that was causing me an immense amount of stress,â The humour in her tone told him that there were no hard feelings over the whole closet fiasco. Which felt like it happened ages ago; it was a bizarre feeling realizing that it led them to where they are now. âWhy did you have to bite me?â
Aegon laughed loudly, his eyes trained to the sky, not at all aware that she had rolled her head to look at him.Â
âI could not help myself, you looked delicious under there. I was a famished orphan, presented with a slice of warm cherry pie. I needed a nibble,â he shook his head, and then turned it just when she turned away from him, hands over her face.Â
âOh gods,â she laughed despite herself.Â
From this angle, he had the perfect view of her chest. Her robes had loosened, creatina a wide V gap at her bosom, exposing her chemise underneath. In the firelight, he could make out the shape of her mounds through the light white fabric, including the small shadow of a beaded nipple underneath. The weight of her breasts sagged against her ribcage, falling just a bit to the side that when her arms folded, they pressed together, and he could see the depth of her cleavage.Â
He bit his bottom lip, starting to feel the stir in his loins. His hand twitched and flexed, desperately trying to withhold back its nature to drive into his breeches. Seven Hells, why does she make him so hard? It isnât the first time heâs seen breasts; heâs seen all sizes, shapes, some aged, some lopsided, some he nursed on like a newborn babe. Aegon was a young man who lived three lifetimes of depravity, and yet he is now reduced to a simpering boy on the cusp of manhood, desperate to see a tit.Â
Then Valeana had to open her mouth and ask a question that did not help his present situation.Â
âDo⌠Do you really have to⌠pleasure yourself after every interaction you have with me?â
His mind went blank, âWhat?â
âAt the ball⌠you told me while we were dancing,â she cleared her throat as her voice lowered, as if quoting him verbatim would summon the ghost of Septa Jeyne. âThat after every interaction we share, you have to find a corner to⌠fuck your hand.âÂ
âAh,â Whipping his head back to the sky, he adjusted his legs by bending and crossing them in an attempt to shield his problem. Clearing his throat, Aegon nods his head, whether she sees him or not. She did, now that her head was rolled back to the side, looking at him, looking at the peaked fabric he was failing to conceal. âYes, as embarrassing as it is to admit it. Even talking with you gets him all needy, and wanting for attention.â
If he were looking at her, he wouldâve seen how her chest swelled and lowered with the laboured breathing of a woman overpowered by her wanton curiosity. A virgin whoâs desire was like a new, unused candle, and she was willing to let him strike the flint to light it.Â
âLike right now?âÂ
Her question took him off guard in more ways than one. Her tentative boldness that likely was spurred by the help of Catelynâs strong wine (gods bless her), and Aegonâs shock of embarrassment from being caught. It was quite uncharacteristic of him; the flirt that he was, would have immediately taken the bait. Instead, the fool sat up and pulled a pillow over his crotch in shame.Â
âYou noticed, have you?â He gave a nervous laugh. There was a beat of silence where his mind yelled and berated him for allowing his prick to ruin the moment. This would surely not go well in his favour. Now Valeana would think him simply as a dog, with nothing on his mind other than to get his dick wetâ
âCanâŚCan I help?âÂ
Aegon could have cummed right then and there.Â
His head whipped in her direction; she was sitting up as well, her left leg bent up, enough for him to see the prosthetic, enough for him to see the outline of her thigh through her shift and the dark harnesses around it. Valeanaâs gaze had a misty look about them, and Aegon realized it was because her pupils were dilated as they flickered from his face and down to his growing need for her.Â
He decided to chuckle nervously again, wondering if she was joking, almost praying that she was. âMayhaps we should call it a night. You are forgetting yourself, Crab Cake.â
âIâm not,â was her immediate reply. âIâm⌠Iâm curious. And I want to see⌠I want to try.â
âAre you serious with me?â His eyes searched hers, trying to find any indication of a prank, one that he likely deserved after all those years of torment he bestowed upon her. But there wasnât any. He saw curiosity, as she said, and he saw something else entirely.Â
Hunger. She had hungry eyes.Â
âIf you do not need my help, Aegon, I can leave for five minutesââ she made a move to leave, but he caught her sleeve.Â
âOh, I need your help,â he allowed himself to grin, his tongue running over his bottom lip like a salivating dog. âDesperately.âÂ
Even in the night, dim with the orange glow of the braziers and contrasted by a deep blue hue of the ocean, Aegon could make out the pink blooms staining her cheeks. Like a shy little doe, he coaxed her with his hand to come closer, and she crawled to his side.Â
Aegon laid against the stone wall behind them, a cushion at the small of his back and his goblet long forgotten. Valeana sat on her knees, her hands balancing her sides as she eyed his clothed erection, and he watched her closely, waiting for any indication of doubt.Â
âYou can back out anytime you want to, darling,â he whispered, his fingers moving down to the laces of his breeches, his legs spreading a bit out of instinct. âIt will be painful for me, but I donât want you to feel uncomfortable.âÂ
Val looked up at him with a curious expression, âPainful?â
He smiled and hummed, âIt can be when I do not get release, but⌠You neednât worry about that.â His eyes dipped down to his crotch, where the laces had come loose. Aegon gave a soft groan when he was finally freed, heavy in his hand and already weeping.Â
Valeanaâs mouth popped open and her breathing had laboured. He kept his eyes on her intently, waiting for her to change her mind, but all she did was stare and adjust herself next to him. Her thighs pressed together, and her hands balled into fists atop them.Â
Aegon gave himself three strokes with his left hand before gently grasping her wrist with his right, âHere let me help you.âÂ
She let him take her hand, but instead of bringing it straight to his middle, he brought it up to his lips and kissed her palm reassuringly. Val blinked at him shyly, her teeth kneading the flesh of her bottom lip, the same lip that curled at the ends in a sheepish smile. With her hand in his, Aegon brought it down to his throbbing cock and wrapped her fingers around its girth. They both gasped at the contact.Â
He could feel the trembling of her hand beneath his, âDo you want to stop?â
Valeana shook her head immediately, âNo, no, I justâ I donât know what Iâm doing.âÂ
Aegon ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded, âItâs alright. Iâll help you, my darling. Here, start by stroking up and downâ Ugh, thatâs it⌠Not too tightly. Mmm, yes, yesâŚâ
His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, keeping his palm on hers to guide the slow, languid strokes. Aegon could start to feel her confidence after a minute, he was barely moving his wrist with her. Valeana found her rhythm, but that wasnât enough for Aegon.Â
âSpit on it,â he ordered with a rumble of his chest. Valâs response was a hum of confusion, her strokes halting for a moment. âSpit on it, Val. On the tip, it will help.âÂ
Valeana did not question it despite her tentativeness and coyness. She leaned over him, her nose less than a foot away from the reddened helmet of his cock. He could so easily just take his hand and push her head down, and her lips would be upon it. It took every muscle in his body to prevent him from doing so, especially when her lips pouted and a large droplet of saliva dropped down onto him. His dick twitched, and he groaned.Â
He no longer needed to guide her hand. With him being decently lubricated, her strokes became faster, more confident. Aegonâs back arched when he gave a soft whimper, âNot so fast.âÂ
âAm I hurting you?â Her question was so soft and sweet.Â
âNo, no, I justâ I donât want to cum just yet,â he opened his eyes and looked at her through a hooded gaze. âSlower⌠Use your thumb on the tipâ fuck, yes, like that. Fuuucking hells, Valeana, youâre a natural.âÂ
His praise emboldened her, excited her, enticed a rumbly moan from her chest that immediately caught his attention. Aegon has been around enough aroused women in his days to recognize one in physical need. He reached out and placed a hand on her thigh, his fingers curled around the fabric of her chemise, which was now fully exposed. At some point the belt of her robe had loosened, and it pooled behind her like a cape.Â
Valeana startled under his touch, her strokes stopping when she looked at him, âAegonâŚâ
âLet me return the favour,â his plea was soft, his fingers were not when they started to tug at the fabric that shielded her vanity from him. âIâll make you feel so good, I swearâŚâÂ
Aegon must have made a mistake, because she retracted from him, hands hugging her stomach, hiding herself from him. In his panic, his body went stiff as he sat up to immediately apologize. For what, he wasnât sure, but now she looked incredibly insecure. Perhaps he tried to breach a boundary.Â
âIâm sorry, Crab Cake, I didnât meanâ Please donât stop, you felt so goodâŚâ
She nodded, giving him a faint smile, âIâm just not readyâŚfor that, right now. But I donât want to stop.âÂ
His smile was grateful, it was full of relief. Aegon planted a kiss on her shoulder, âI understand, darling. HmâŚâ he trailed off as he got an idea, birthed from the need to feel her as much as possible, in ways she would allow him. âSit on my leg.â
Her brow furrowed, âWhy?â
âTrust me,â impatiently he took her by the waist and pulled her onto him, prying her legs apart when her body moved over his. Now Valeana sat upon his thigh, the skirt of her chemise pooling around her legs as her bare cunt was on him. Well, almost bare. With his hands still on her hips, he could feel the outline of cotton shorts underneath.Â
Valeana looked down at him, all wide eyed and innocent. He smiled at her like a fox to a rabbit, his fingers kneaded the supple flesh of her hips through the muslin. Then, Aegon took her hand and brought it to her own mouth.Â
âSpit again,â his words were gentle, his eyes were dark. Valeana obeyed; her cheeks twitched as she gathered the saliva onto her pallet and deposited it into her palm. Aegon guided it back to his cock, which twitched in anticipation when her warm velvety touch enveloped it again. âGood girl,â he moaned through pouty lips.Â
Valâs breath hitched in her throat at the praise. Her eagerness to please him was evident at her enthusiastic strokes, now pulling on his muscle from base to tip, using beads of his pre-ejaculate as more lubricant. Her thumb painted the head with it, moving along the crease, feeling every ridge and vein, drinking up every moan and groan that came from him.Â
She hadnât realized it, not until Aegonâs fingers dug into her hip, but she was grinding on his thigh. The thin seam of her cotton shorts was too loose to keep in place, and with every movement of her hips, the more it migrated off to the side. Her pearl was now flushed against the rough fabric of his breeches, making her core stir with heat, like a volcano about to erupt.Â
âMmm, does that feel good, my darling?â His nose hovered over her neck before he planted kisses. Her response was a meek âmhmâ with her teeth digging into her bottom lip. âGood. Your hand feels fantastic, I can only imagine other parts of youâŚâÂ
After he said this, his hands pawed up her sides until they reached her shoulders. Aegonâs lips had never left her neck and sternum, peppering them with open mouthed kisses and licking her skin to savour every salty taste of her. His fingers curled around the neckline of her robe and chemise, yanking it down over her shoulders.Â
âA-Aegon,â her plea might have been an attempt to stop him, but it was poorly communicated through a pleasured whine. Her hips did not stop, her hand did not cease, but her free one went to grab his elbow.Â
âPlease,â he whined into her clavicle. âPlease. I am so close⌠I want to cum with your tits in my face.â Aegonâs hands pawed and gripped at her body in heady need. He was so desperate to strip her down naked, but he would settle for just her breasts. Always there on display, so close yet out of reach. Even pressed up against his clavicle, they were soft and inviting, he could see himself suffocating between them. A perfect way to die, next to having his nose buried in her cunt with her thighs crushing his skull.Â
Aegon whimpered when she unlatched her grip on his cock, but her movements spoke to her motivations. He pulled away from her neck and watched her with baited breath and famished eyes as she snaked her arms out of the red robe, and then started to unlace the front of her gown. With slow, methodical movements, Valeana tucked her arms through her sleeves and pulled them out through the neck of the chemise, effectively pulling it over her ample chest and bunching it around her waist.Â
âMaiden, Mother, and Crone,â Aegon groaned at the sight. Soft and pale, like white silk, her mounds glowed under the firelight. Her areolas were wide, light pink in colour, and her nipples were small pebbles nesting in the middle. There were splotches of yellow here and there, on her right areola, on her left breast, all evidence of his brotherâs earlier expedition. The sight of it caused a rush of possessiveness in him, his lust for Valeana mixing with his desire to beat his brother. His lips and hands were upon her in an instant, desperate to erase traces of Aemond from her skin.Â
âAe-gon!â She gasped his name, and he moaned in return.Â
Aegon gripped her hand and brought it back to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his girth and helped her resume her strokes, harder, and faster than before. His lips were bruising as he found one of her nipples and latched onto him. Taking both of his hands, he kneaded her breasts, pushing them together as Aegonâs tongue lapped up the plush flesh.Â
His ministrations were not gentle, but not unwelcome, as evidenced from Valeanaâs series of licentious whines and the vigor of her hips as they bucked against his thigh. Her hand worked him desperately, her fingers moving along the rim of his helmet, collecting pearls of seed to coat the sensitive flesh underneath. Her curious hand moved southward, finding the soft pouch of his stones, and testing the feel of it between her little fingers.Â
âAh-uh!â Aegonâs hipped buck forward, then he gave a soft laugh, âOh, Valeana, you vivacious little creature.â He buried his nose in the valley of her breasts and gave a soft moan as she massaged his family jewels, which were tight and sensitive underneath the soft skin.Â
He felt her cheek upon the top of his head. Her voice came to him, soft and coy, a sweet mask to hide her newly debauched mind, âDoes that feel good?â
âOhh, you have no fucking idea,â his chuckle came out like a growl. With a moan he captured a nipple in his mouth, biting it softly between his front teeth, and making her squeal. âStroke me, love. Iâm almost thereâŚâÂ
Her hand found his cock again, the muscle flexing in her grip as she moved it from tip to base, collecting as many pearly tears as she could to make her strokes wet and seamless. Aegon began rutting into her hand, increasing the pace, which spurreed her to do the same with her hips.Â
âFffuck,â He growled into her chest. His hands roamed all over her body, gripping and pinching at every curve and roll he could find. His mouth found another nipple, sucking onto it with a long groan. Aegonâs arms pulled her snugly to his body, one splayed against her back, and the other one roaming over the curve of her arse, and gripping a cheek possessively. His fingers dug through the fat of her rear, grazing the puckered hole hidden beneath the prison of her clothes.Â
âYâso bloody gorgeous, Valeana. I wanna fuck you so fucking bad,â Aegon groaned into the meat of her breast. ââM gonna⌠Fuck, Iâm almostâ Ahh!â
The built up was immense. His stones tightened and the base of his cock tingled at the sensation of his seed. Her fingers coiled tightly under the helmet, sending him over the ledge. A rush of pleasured release overtook him, shuddering his body as ropes of his spend shot out and coated her hand and leg. Valeana still stroked him through it, the good little girl that she was, but he was getting sensitive, and it became borderline torturous.Â
Aegonâs hand shot out to grip her wrist to stop her, âOoh, loveâŚYâcanât empty me any further.â His mind was blank with ecstasy and exhaustion, not being able to do anything other than lay his face between her breasts and try to breathe.Â
When he at last lifted his heavy head, she was looking at the pearlescent seed all over fingers. Aegon wondered if this was the first time she has ever seen a man ejaculate â or a man, in general. The thought bolstered his ego, of course. Now he truly had something Aemond did not have.Â
Not being able to contain his grin of victory, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, and planted gratified kisses along the junction next to her shoulder. But she was quiet, a little too quiet for his liking, and the seeds of doubt started to take root.
Aegon lifted his head to look at her, his brow slightly knitted, âDo you regret it?â
Valeana turned to him, a small sheepish smile on her swollen lips. Sheâd likely been kneading them with her teeth the entire time, trying to stifle her moans as if anyone were able to hear them out there.Â
âNo,â she shook her head. âI actually⌠Liked it a lot.âÂ
A slow grin split his face. Her confession was enough to get him hard again, âWell, we can do it as many times as you like, Crab Cake. Iâll just have to let poor Hildy know that she can retire from my services.â
Valeana snorted adorably, then quickly covered her mouth, âOh, gods, Aegon, my fingers will go nowhere near your bum.â
He mock pouted, âA pity. I have a nice bum, and you have such soft fingers.â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN SNEAK PEAK Heat bloomed at her cheeks, âHe was trying to flee my sister, and pulled me into a closet as his captive. He was a nuisance, that is all. And because I know this will fill you with joy, I beat him with a broomstick afterwards.â Jace grins broadly, âYou are right, that does fill me with joy.â He then clears his throat, âAnd your courtship with him⌠is that conjecture too, orâŚ? Images of Aegonâs cock in her palm flashed in her mind. âNo,â she forced herself to say. âThat⌠is true.â He stared at her, face full of incredulity, âI was hoping that to be untrue. Valeana, why on earth would you be courting Aegon, of all people? He has not changed, at all.â âIt is a long and complicated story,â she sighed, âOne I am tired of explaining.â Jace was unconvinced, though. No matter the reasons, whether they were rational or not, he was determined to convince her otherwise. âYou remember how Aemond was the only one amongst us that did not have a dragon?â Valeana stared at him for a beat, â...yes. And you lot teased him relentlessly for it.â âAegon the most, if you recall,â Jace briefly glanced at her before returning his eyes to the path.
Notes: 6000 words dedicated to a hand job. That has to be the first, right? Don't worry, Aemond's gets his whole chapter too, and it's a chonky girl. Also shout out Bridgerton, XD The Knight and I was obvie supposed to be The Duke and I if y'all didn't catch that. Right, anyway, so my struggle is still going on, but I'm trying. Not liking how close the updates are getting to my current writing spot. But I'm hoping I can catch up soon. I'm trucking on, though, and I'm hoping I can get a chapter done before the end of this week. And if anyone missed it, if you're interested, check out my Fem!Aegon x Aemond one shot: Love Is With Your Brother.
Tag: @queen-of-elves, @keylin1730, @anakilusmos, @weepingfashionwritingplaid, @sugutoad, @desireangel, @t0biasparabatai
( if you wish to be tagged for this story, just give me a reply! )
Please do not re post, redistribute or plagiarize my work. The only other place this story is posted on is ao3 under the same username.
#celtfics#celtfics: pink dread#aemond fic#aemond fanfiction#aemond x oc#aemond x ofc#aemond x original female character#aemond x original character#aemond targaryen#aemond x reader#aemond x celtigar#plus size oc#plus size original character#aemond x plus size ofc#aegon x ofc#aegon targaryen#aegon x oc#18+ mdni#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fic#hotd fic#hotd fanfiction#ewan mitchell#ewan mitchell fic#aemond targaryen x oc#aemond targaryen x ofc#aemond one eye
30 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Unabashed
Summary: Aemond wonders whether his pretty new wife is as shy in her sleep as she is awake, and intends to find out | Word Count: 1.6~k | Warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, oral (f receiving), feelings of shame
Thank you to @targaryen-dynasty for organising the event! <3 Make sure to check out the others!
The early dawn light filtered through the gossamer curtains, casting a soft glow across the spacious chamber. Aemond Targaryen, with his stern demeanour and battle-hardened visage, stood at the edge of their grand bed. His gaze softened as it fell upon his wife, a gentle and shy creature, who seemed out of place amidst the grandeur of a Targaryen prince's bedchamber.
They had been married but a few weeks, and her timidity was still evident in her every movement. She lay there, her breaths even and soft, her face relaxed in sleep. Aemond's heart swelled with a mixture of affection and protectiveness. He knew she struggled with the expectations placed upon her as his wife, especially when it came to intimacy.
He thought back to their wedding night. She had blushed deeply, her cheeks a rosy hue as she avoided meeting his gaze. Her hands had trembled slightly as she undressed, her shyness palpable. Aemond had taken her hands in his, his touch gentle, hoping to reassure her, but with a deep desire to claim her as his. Her skin had been warm, and he could feel the rapid beat of her pulse under his fingers. He had moved slowly, each touch deliberate, wanting to make her feel safe and cherished. Despite his efforts, she had remained tentative, her actions hesitant and reserved.
Many at court whispered that she was ill-suited for the intensity that came with being bound to a man like Aemond. They said she lacked the fire needed to stand beside him. Aemond had often wondered if there was another side to her, one hidden beneath layers of gentleness and timidity. A side that perhaps only he could reach, given time and patience.
This morning, he found himself wondering again. As she lay there, serene in sleep, he considered the possibility that in her dreams, she might be free from the constraints of her waking shyness. Perhaps, he thought, he could gently coax that hidden side of her into the light.
The sheets framed her form in his plush bed, her hair in somewhat disarray, a few pieces having escaped her careful and perfect braiding the night before. It had been hot in Kingâs Landing since their wedding night, and so as his eye drifted over her, he could see the gentle rise of her chest, and her perk nipples forming peaks against the near-translucent cotton bedding. A shy thing she was, but most certainly not without allure.
Aemond's breath caught at the sight, a primal part of him stirred by her unintentional seduction. The stark contrast between her modesty and the sensual image she presented tugged at some place usually kept hidden. She was a puzzle he was determined to solve, a delicate flower he was eager to nurture.
Before he knew it, his fingers bunched the sheets in his grasp, watching with deep satisfaction at the way her body was slowly revealed to him, inch by perfect inch. A map of unmarked territory he was determined to explore. The fabric slid against her skin with such ease, as if she were made of water and they were simply a ripple in her perfection, until eventually, once she was bared to him and she gave a quick breath-like shudder, he was able to take his time in forming his plan.
Aemond leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. His lips pressed gentle, reverent kisses along the smooth expanse of her stomach, moving lower with each caress. Her body trembled slightly beneath his touch, her breath hitching in her sleep, as if her dreams were becoming more vivid and enticing.
When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, glancing up at her face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. Taking a deep breath, Aemond pressed a tender kiss against her inner thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.
His tongue flicked out, tasting her, a heady mix of sweetness and desire. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as her body responded to his touch. Encouraged, Aemond continued his ministrations, his tongue moving with careful thought, exploring every inch of her glistening slit with the precision he afforded everything else in his life.Â
Her hips shifted slightly, a subconscious response to the pleasure building within her. Aemond's hands gently gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he deepened his efforts, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Each moan, each soft gasp she made was a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.
There was a deep, primal part that glimmered in his eye at the way she responded, her subconscious sounds and movements a stark contrast to her demeanour when she was awake. Her slumber seemed to lower her carefully built walls, imprisoning her sexuality inside. Her hands gripped the sheets the same way he gripped her thighs, the warm muscle of his tongue dragging over her sex up towards her bud, enclosing his lips around it, the smirk he wore hidden in his actions.Â
The sounds were so sweet to his ears he could stay between her plush thighs all day. A part of him was surprised she hadnât woken yet with the way her hips were chasing his lips and tongue, and her fingers carding through his loose hair and pulling lightly at the roots to ground herself. Her movements were by no means erratic, enough for him to know without looking that she was still in whatever sleep-addled bliss she imagined, but it appeared his little wife was more and more an exciting enigma with every passing day.
Her breathing grew a fraction more erratic, her stomach clenching and unclenching with the warm, numbing climax that was steadily rising. She would blush and apologise profusely if she could see the way she was acting right at this moment, moaning and writhing with her cunt on his mouth. Aemond worked in rhythmic, intoxicating strokes, taking everything she was giving to him, the tartness of her arousal was addictive in a way he had never imagined.Â
His little wifeâs body arched only slightly off the bed, her grip tightening and thighs trembling, her release washing over her in powerful waves. The only sound she gave was a breathy, elongated moan, too sweet for the carnal, forbidden act he was performing on her sleeping form. Aemond watched with satisfaction as she slowly relaxed, her breathing returning to a more even pace. He placed a final, tender kiss against her sensitive skin before drawing back, his eyes lingering on her peaceful, contented expression.
He found it almost comical that his wife hadnât woken to her husband devouring her sweet cunt, but that she had woken to the feeling of the mattress dipping as Aemond righted himself, looking down at her bare form, her chest shimmering with a dew of sweat.Â
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, her gaze initially hazy with sleep. As her awareness sharpened, she noticed her state of undress and the lingering warmth between her thighs. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of surprise and realisation dawning on her features.
"Aemond," she whispered, her voice trembling with both shyness and residual pleasure.
He wiped his face, a victorious, cat-like smirk on his features, as if to emphasise her embarrassment. âGood morning, my love.â
She averted her gaze, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Aemond's firm yet gentle touch stopped her.
"There is no need for that," he said softly, his smirk fading into a more tender expression.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions, embarrassment, curiosity, and a budding sense of trust. "Did I... did I embarrass myself?" she asked hesitantly.
Aemond chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that made her cheeks flush even more. "Not at all," he replied, his voice filled with genuine amusement and pleasure. "You were perfect, and it was a delight to see you respond soâŚunabashedly"
Her blush deepened, but she managed to meet his gaze, her curiosity overcoming her shyness. "I did not wake up," she murmured, almost to herself. âI thought it was a dream.â
"A dream, perhaps," he said, brushing his fingers gently along her jawline. "But one that I was more than happy to make real."
Feeling her cheeks burn at his brazen behaviour, she tugged the sheets to her chest to cover herself, her expression pleasured but shy. âSuch actions will not result in a child.â
"No, it will not," he agreed. "But there are many ways to show my desire. Not all of them are about creating heirs."
âWell I know that.â
His expression took on a predatory gleam, moving swiftly to hold her wrists down to the bed with ease. âYou might know,â he murmured, âbut you will feel it, every day and every night.â
Her breath hitched, a mixture of fear and excitement. The hardness in his gaze tempered by the affection she saw there. Something shifted in her eyes, a spark of defiance and curiosity he hadn't seen before. She reached up, slipping from his hold, her fingers trailing lightly over his chest, her touch both hesitant and bold. Her lips curved into a small, sweet smile that almost dared him to do more.
His innocent little wife had a hidden fire, one that both intrigued and excited him. He felt his desire flare even stronger, spurred on by the need to explore this new side of her, to see just how far she would go.
âAnd I intend to make certain you never forget.â
General Taglist: @1lluminaticonfirmed @aemondsfavouritebastard @bellstwd @blackswxnn @blairfox04
@buckybarnesb-tch @castellomargot @eddieslut69 @emmaisafictionwhore @eponaartemisa
@hb8301 @jamespotterismydaddy @justbelljust @minholy223 @mochi-rose
@natty2017 @nenelysian @nixiefics @primonizzutto @qyburnsghost
#aemond targaryen#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond smut#aemond targaryen imagine#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen x reader#prince aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond the kinslayer#aemond fanfiction#aemond fic#aemond fanfic#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen fic#aemond targaryen fanart#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fanfiction#aemond x oc#aemond x y/n#aemond x female#prince aemond#prince aemond x you#prince aemond x reader#aemond hotd#hotd#house of the dragon aemond#aemond targaryen x oc#aemond targaryen x you
5K notes
¡
View notes
Text
His Sacrifice
Summary: Aemond makes the decision to save the one he loves over his brother.
Reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and is in a secret relationship with Aemond
WC: 1.5 K
Tumblr is a piece of shit that deleted the request but to whoever sent this, hope you enjoy xx
Part 2
~~
The screams of men below were almost inaudible over the roar of her dragon. She felt powerful, she felt vindictive, a smug satisfaction washing over her as she decimated the Green army below, the traitors who dared to usurp her mother.
Yet her heart was aching.Â
Her eyes scanned the skyline, nervously awaiting Vhagarâs presence, awaiting his presence.Â
Her throat tightened and she blinked rapidly to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. Sheâd cried enough tears over him, over the divide that wedged between them, threatening to break them apart completely. She had to be done.Â
A trill made her perk up, looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her chest aching, but as she caught sight of the smaller, gold dragon headed her way, her devastation soon turned to anger.Â
Aegon.Â
Her face shifted, her agony now hatred. Her teeth grit with effort as she pulled at the reins, swooping dangerously close to the soldiers below her, a smirk painting her lips at their cries of terror.Â
âVermithor⌠attack.â
The dragon below her roared, a mighty sound that shook the bones of those who watched from below.Â
She distantly heard Aegonâs call and held onto the handles of the saddle in a white-knuckled grip as she swerved out of the way of the stream of fire Sunfyre spat at her. She winced, flinching away from the barrage of flames that met her too closely.Â
The dragons fought a vicious and bloody fight, Vermithorâs talons tearing Sunfyre across her belly, her cries echoing, shaking the ground below.Â
Over her dragonâs head that now had the other poor dragonâs neck in his jaws, she met Aegonâs eyes, her gaze alight with hateful glee as she noticed the fear in his eyes.Â
But suddenly, his expression shifted, a smile growing as he breathed out in relief.Â
Turning, she saw the enormous figure of Vhagar looming forward, like a killer stalking its prey, ready to devour her with ease.Â
Her heart dropped, the grip on the reins slipping from her hands, as if she already accepted her fate.Â
Swallowing against the lump in her throat that grew, she closed her eyes, refusing to see the look on her loverâs face as he ended her.Â
~~
They met in the dead of night, as they always had, meeting on a nondescript island halfway between Dragonstone and Kingâs Landing.Â
He was already waiting for her as she descended from the skies, landing Vermithor beside the hulking figure of Vhagar.Â
He was approaching her before she could unsaddle herself.Â
His hands were on her before her feet met the ground.Â
She was brought into his arms before she could say a word. She embraced him as she always did, desperately, as if it would be their last. With the state of their families, it might just be.Â
âAre you alright?â She asked worriedly as she pulled out of his arms, her eyes frantically searching for his face, finding only despair.
âYou cannot go tomorrow.â He told her swiftly.
âWhat-â
âThey commanded me to take Vhagar to Rookâs Rest.â
Her face remained impassive as she took in his words, though the storm that raged within her was devastating, shattering every ounce of hopeful excitement sheâd felt when she received his raven to meet her that night.
âAemond, I-â
âYou cannot go. Please.â He begged her.Â
Her gaze met his and the frantic desperation she saw in his lone eye stirred sadness within her, the divide between their families that had slowly been tearing them apart delivering another fatal blow.Â
âI have to. You know I have to.â She answered quietly, mournfully, as if she was already accepting her fate. She couldnât fight Vhagar, she couldnât win against him.Â
He cursed and took a step away from her, placing his hand over his mouth as he tried hard to rein in his anger, his fear of what would happen to her, to them, as they met on the battlefield.
They always knew it would happen eventually, but it didnât mean they were ready for it. They had been content to live in a fantasy together, as if they could pretend they werenât living their reality, that they couldâve lived a happy life together.Â
He stepped towards her again, taking her face in his hands.Â
âPlease, you cannot- I cannot-â He stammered and let out a shaking breath, his tortured gaze locked on hers. âLove, please, donât go.â
âWe always knew this would happen.â
His anger flared at the resolution he heard in her voice, at how quickly she was willing to accept this, that they were to meet on the battlefield, with only one of them returning victorious. He couldnât accept it, he wouldnât.
He shook his head wordlessly, his brows furrowed as if in pain. Her arms wrapped around him and he was quick to return the hug, holding her to him tightly. He let out a shaking breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he held her, silently praying it wouldnât be for the last time.
âWe shouldâve left while we still had the chance.â She spoke with a small laugh that held nothing but sadness. Aemond nodded, his hands gripping her firmer, his thoughts a mirage of what their life would be if he had taken her up on her offer to escape to Essos all those years ago.
He desperately wished he had agreed.Â
âWhatever happens tomorrow-â
âDonât.â He begged, his heart already aching at the thought of what they would face.Â
âWhatever happens,â She repeated more sternly as she looked at him intently. âIt wonât change what we have. Nothing will change how I feel about you, even if I cannot feel anything at all.â
He practically shuddered at the thought, the mere notion of losing her too much to fathom and bowed his head until his forehead met hers, their shaking breaths shared.Â
âIâll love you even after the end.âÂ
He couldnât hear any more. He kissed her firmly, pouring every bit of love he had for her and had felt for her for years into every caress of his lips, every tantalizing swipe of his tongue, every heated touch that he bestowed onto her beautiful body he had worshiped in secret.Â
~~
Iâll love you even after the end
The words echoed in his mind all night. As he left her side to return to Kingâs Landing before the sun rose, they wouldnât leave his head, torturing him over and over again, until he felt as though he couldnât take another breath.Â
Now, as he sat atop Vhagar, eyeing the battle in the skies above with bated breath, he knew he had only one choice to make.Â
A choice that came all too easily, a choice he would make again each and every time.Â
He commanded Vhagar to fly, her large frame taking to the skies slowly, his eye locked onto Vermithor, his heart in his throat as he saw her small frame duck out of the way just in time before Sunfyreâs jaws locked onto her.Â
He felt nothing but relief as Vermithor trapped Aegonâs dragon in his jaws, he felt nothing as his brotherâs dragon cried out in pain.Â
But the blinding rage he felt as he watched Sunfyre swiped her claws against Vermithorâs face, dangerously close to her, made his blood boil.
His hands clenched, his jaw tight, his lone eye dark with resolve as he soon accepted the consequences he would face, the judgment the Gods would place on him.Â
But he didnât care. He would slay his brother if it meant she lived. He would slay millions to save her, without thought.Â
âDracarys!â He yelled, his eye remaining on Aegon who tried to shield himself from the flames that descended upon him. He grunted as Vhagar crashed against Vermithor, harshly nudging the dragon out of the way, Vermithor growling menacingly at Vhagar, before jerking to the side, her command of the reins forcing her dragon not to engage.Â
He watched, his heart racing, as she flew away from the scene, away from Aegon as he fell alongside Sunfyreâs broken and burning body.Â
He paid little mind to anything else and followed after her. They flew for a few minutes, away from the chaos of battle, away from any prying eyes that would reveal their secret.
He descended just a second after her, landing Vhagar next to Vermithor, his hands shaking as he undid his ties, jumping down his dragonâs frame unsteadily.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?!â She yelled as she stomped towards him, tears in her eyes, unsure of what to make of the emotions overwhelming her. âDo you know what you have just done?â
He ignored her yells and grabbed her hands, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly. She squirmed in his grip for a moment, her adrenaline still thrumming through her veins, before finally giving in as she felt him shaking against her.Â
She let out a trembling breath, her arms coming up to wind around him. She let her eyes fall closed as his hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.Â
âWhat did you do?â She asked wearily, her voice hoarse and weak with exhaustion.
âWhat I had to.â
#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond targaryen fic#house of the dragon fic
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
REDAMANCY.
Cregan Stark x female Targaryen!Reader (Part 4 here)
From the very beginning on youâve been hesitant to accept your younger brotherâs offer to return to the capital for your child to receive his blessings. And when youâre finally on the way, itâs your husbandâs duty to take care of you.
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, lactation kink, lactating, pregnant sex, pregnancy, slight breeding kink, praise kink, slight degrading, angst, fluff
WORDS: 3.3 K
NOTES: Redamancy means A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you, and let me tell you: these two are in love. Thanks to @sylasthegrim, itâs always good to know you help me with my zero grasp on English!
âď¸ đđđ đ˛đ¨đŽđŤđŹđđĽđ đđ¨ đŚđ˛ đđđ đĽđ˘đŹđ!
Ravens from Winterfell flying all the way down to Kingâs Landing has always taken quite some time. And therefore it was no wonder you were surprised that one of your younger brotherâs ravens reached the castle not long after you'd informed him you were with child, inviting you to birth it in the Red Keep for it to receive the young kingâs blessings.
Being the ever dutiful Lord of House Stark, there was no way your husband would refuse the offer, and once your pregnancy had crossed the seventh moon mark, a carriage and your husbandâs entourage were sent south.
From the very beginning on youâve been hesitant to accept the offer. Westerosâ capital has brought nothing but pain and grief to you, and youâre afraid coming back ruins the comfort and peace youâve found far, far away from the castle in the North, in Winterfell. But a part of you misses and longs for your siblings and the part of your family thatâs still left, hence it didnât take too much convincing from your husband.
Youâve lost count of the days you spent in that damned carriage by now, solely accompanied by your maids as your dear husband rides at the front of his entourage, joining his men on horseback. But thereâs one thing all days have in common: itâs you being exhausted beyond relief once night comes.
For the longest time you thought your unborn babe to be no-fussy and calm, which proved to be false just one week into the travel. Itâs restless, kicking and moving especially when you finally find rest in the bed of the receptive inn you stay in for the night. Your feet are swollen, just like your breasts, and your body provides milk as though the babe has been long born already, and all you crave at this point is for the pregnancy to be over already.
As the wheelhouse comes to a stop, you rub your swollen bump with a sigh, looking toward the door with heavy footsteps approaching. Your beloved husband opens the door, and even though he wonât admit it, he looks just as exhausted as you do.
âIs it time?â you ask, slowly rising to your feet with another sigh. You place your small hand in his large one, allowing him to help you out.
He nods, bringing a hand to the small of your back. âIndeed. We have reached the crossroads. From here we are only ten days away from Kingâs Landing, which means the end of our journey is in sight,â he replies. âHow are you and our son feeling?â
Cregan guides you away from the wheelhouse, escorting you through the crowd of his men towards a large inn sitting right where the river road crosses the kingsroad. And from old tales of your uncle you know it has to be the Bellringer Inn, a place where even your great-grandfather and great-grandmother have stayed at before.
âWe do not yet know if this babe will be a boy or a girl, husband,â you chastise him in a teasing manner.
âYou are right, we do not,â he says. âBut I feel it in my bones. Just call it a fatherâs intuition.â
You roll your eyes at his words and nudge his ribs with your elbow, yet there also pulls a smile at the corners of your lips. He chuckles at that. âCareful, my love, I am not as nimble as I used to be.â
Shaking your head, you giggle softly. âDo not tell me that you are an old man now, Lord Stark.â
As you make your way through the courtyard and towards the inn, you can feel the curious glances of the passerby; a man of Creganâs caliber always drew the attention toward him, just like your hair did. But youâre unbothered by it all. You carry a piece of your husband within you, and that thought fills you with a sense of fulfillment and pride.
He looks for the innkeeper as you reach for his hand, pulling it from your back around your frame, squeezing it softly. âMight you join me tonight? I know that you can not leave your men alone, but one night will surely do no harm. I must admit that I have hardly found sleep without your warmth for the past weeks.â
With a gentle, intimate gesture, Cregan brushes his fingers over your swollen bump, before pulling you against his side. âHow can I ever be expected to refuse anything my beautiful wife asks of me? Of course I will join you tonight.â Leaning a bit closer toward you, he adds with a quiet whisper: âYour presence has been missed in my bed as well. The nights feel cold and lonely without you by my side.â
Heat crawls onto your cheeks at the proximity and the slight implication that comes with his words, solely interrupted when a stout man with a bushy beard but otherwise pleasant demeanor walks around the corner and welcomes you two.
Upon Creganâs inquiry about the availability of a room, he hands over the keys and leads you toward your place of retreat for the night. More than once have you told Cregan youâre perfectly fine with sleeping in a tent with him, yet he always came back to your delicate condition, stating he only wants the best for you and his unborn child, and you eventually have given up and accepted it.
The room is decent. Not as big as your chambers at home, but still larger than what youâve slept in for the last few weeks. Your maids already scurry into the room to bring some of your belongings and clothes to get you ready for the night, while Cregan leans in to kiss your temple. âLet me arrange for my man to sleep outside the inn for the night,â he mutters against your skin. âAnd then we shall spend the night in warm beds.â
Even with your maids bustling around you, you canât help but feel a flicker of excitement at his words. The prospect of sharing the night with him is enough to make you forget the soreness of your swollen curves that has become a constant companion over the past few moons.
âI will freshen up in the meantime,â you say, leaning into his touch before he pulls away to take care of his menâs sleeping arrangements for the night. Once everything was adjusted in the chambers, your maids moved to help you out of your clothes, but you refused them, having planned something very special.
Standing in front of the small window, overlooking a stable with a thatch roof and a bell tower, you all but admire how quietly Cregan opens the door, and with the lock falling right into place behind him, the room grows even quieter and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.
âIs everything sorted?â you ask, looking at him from over your shoulder.
âAll set,â your husband replies with a low voice as he approaches you.
He comes to tower over your frame from behind, moving his hands over your hips up to your waist. Lifting your head, your eyes lock with his. âAlone at last, hm?â Thereâs a sultry smile on your lips now, and you gently reach behind you to cup his cheek with one hand. âNow youâre all mine for the night.â
You lean against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths against your back. Cregan seizes the opportunity and brushes your hair over one shoulder before he presses his lips to the crook of your neck. The touch makes you sigh, stirring something inside of you you have had to keep at bay for quite some time. When he brings his large hands to your swollen breasts, fondling them through the thick fabric of your dress, you canât help but moan, the slight squeezing aiding against the heaviness.
But then his hands and lips leave your body, and he slightly leans around you to look at you â or rather your breasts â and you immediately know the reason why.
The gray fabric has become damp under his touch, two dark spots prominent in the front of it. While it brings a bit of shame to your cheeks, the low rumble that escapes his chest sends a fire straight down between your legs. âI should have warned you I started leaking a fortnight ago,â you admit ashamedly, biting your bottom lip.
âI quite enjoy the sight of it, you know,â he says, voice laced with a combination of awe, adoration and burning need. His hands shift to the lace in the back of your dress. âBut let us put this to good use.â
The dress comes undone with ease, falling to the floor in a puddle around your feet. Damp spots are decorating your smallclothes, but this time you donât mind the sight. Creganâs hands now roam over your body, tracing the curve of your waist and your growing bump.
Although you know exactly what it is his words are meant to imply, you choose to tease him. âAnd what is it you have in mind right now, hm?â
His gray eyes briefly flicker to the bed close to you, before meeting yours again. âI have a few things in mind. But for nowâŚâ He cups your chin, tilting your head up so he can claim your lips in a slow, deep kiss thatâs full of desire and passion. It makes you feel as though the air is sucked right out of your lungs by him, as if you canât survive without his lips on yours. âHow about we make the most of this night, my love?â
âIâm all yours,â you breathe against his lips.
His large hands roam your curves, helping you out of your undergarments, until they settle at your thighs, wrapping around them to effortlessly hoist you up. Although Cregan is quite the bull of a man and appears to be a brute, he possesses a tenderness you wouldnât expect from him, gently keeping your body against his and lying you down on the bed not far away just as carefully.
Soft, gentle kisses are pressed to your collarbones, igniting a fire within you that has been smoldering for too long. As his fingers glide over your skin with featherlight touches, leaving a burning trail behind, he finds his hands drawn to your full breasts, cupping and holding them, and eventually squeezing them.
More droplets of your milk trickle into his calloused palms, wetting his skin, but he does not careânot when he has you writhing and whimpering beneath him at just the faintest of touches.
Your husbandâs eagerness would have almost made you chuckle, watching him rise from the bed to rid himself off his clothes hastily, if it wouldnât match your own desire and greediness. With his breeches falling to the ground, his cock stands to full attention, hard enough for it to almost seem painful.
His hungry gazes devours your bare form, tall frame slightly hunched forwards as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.
âWill you just stand there and watch, my wolf?â you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows. âWhat happened to âlet us put this to good useâ?â
Itâs the teasing lilt in your voice that pulls him out of his stupor like a wave, the chuckle he releases low and throaty. âYou are a temptress, my love,â he replies. âYou are lucky I am a man of my word.â
âThen touch me,â you whine, words coming out more desperate than actually intended.
He doesnât need any more encouragement. Slowly approaching the bed, Cregan bows forwards and grabs one of your feet. He lifts your leg and starts to trail sloppy, open mouthed kisses along the inside of your leg, occasionally nibbling on the skin of your inner thigh.
Your back slightly arches off the mattress, body thrumming with desire. Entangling your hands in his dark curls, you use the grip as reigns to where you want him most, but your husband acts completely unfazed, not allowing you to tug him higher up.
He takes his time, kissing and nibbling your thighs, before he boldly presses a kiss to the apex of your legs, tongue briefly dragging through your folds. It elicits a shudder in its wake, and you canât stifle a moan.
Making his way up, he licks your navel, and eventually traces the curve of your full breast, circling your hardened bud. Cregan laps up every drop of milk that oozes out of your bud like nothing else than a starved wolf, the edge of his teeth applying just a faint pressure to the sensitive skin to stimulate the flow.
But when his other hand comes up to fondle and squeeze your other breast, thatâs the moment you lose your composure, shamelessly smothering him with your breasts. âGods, CreganâŚâ you whimper, immediately bringing you relief. There isnât even time to waste a thought about the indecency of it all, not when it feels just so right.
Itâs your mewls, your whispered whines and moans, the sound of you saying his name in such a desperate manner that drives him to continue. âYou make me ache for you,â he rasps against your skin, voice thick with desire. Your husband never falters to ignite a fire inside of you with his words, especially when thereâs an innuendo hidden between his praises.
Bringing his hand from your breast down between your bodies, he aligns himself with you, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds in a way that makes you bite back a moan and grind against him. You grip his dark curls harshly as he finally eases inside, pushing into you inch by inch, agonizingly slow to make sure you feel him enter you.
His suckling falters with the tightness of your walls embracing him, overwhelmed by pure bliss and a feeling heâs missed for the past few weeks.
Every gasp and whine that escapes you only serves to embolden him further, continuing to tease and taste your breast with unrivaled enthusiasm. It juxtaposes the slow, sloppy thrusts of his hips, and brings you two different kinds of sensations at once.
Cregan has made himself home between your legs, rocking his hips leisurely back and forth. He has dropped his weight on one elbow and leant his upper body to the side, determined to not put any weight on your swollen bump. His lips are firmly wrapped around your bud while his hand teases the other, pinching and squeezing it between his fingers. The proximity is unmatchable, feeding into your constant desire to be as close to him as possible.
You can practically watch him lose every ounce of self control, his suckling becoming more intense and the thrusts growing in determination. His groans and grunts are muffled, and droplets of your milk trickle idly down his chin, getting lost in the dark, coarse hairs.
You fully expect him to say something when he releases your bud, but heâs far too eager to get his fill again. Pinching the perky bud of your other breast harshly, droplets of milk run down the curve of it, only to be traced by his tongue, liking a flat stripe over your skin. He chokes on a groan as the sight has you clenching tightly around his hard cock.
âPleaseâ do not stop,â you whimper, applying a bit of pressure to his head to urge him towards your breast again. â... not yet.â
Dark-blown eyes suddenly flicker up to meet yours, and a shuddered breath leaves your lips. âMy my, what a greedy wench I have for a wife,â he chuckles to himself. You donât take offense, but the statement does make you duck your head and bite your bottom lip sheepishly. âI do not intend to.â
Despite the teasing, itâs obvious your pleas fall upon eager ears as he heeds your command and closes his lips around your bud again. Every hungry pull of his lips draws more and more milk from you, and while relief makes itself known in your breasts, a different kind of pressure starts to settle in the pit of your belly.
Squeezing him so well, you make it impossible for Cregan to move on his own accord, and quickly take over, rolling your hips against his. Itâs a race for completion, making your pearl throb with anticipation.
The coarse hairs of your husbandâs beard drag over your sensitive skin with his eager suckling, tickling you and causing you to arch against him even more. You have your arms wrapped around his neck at this point, keeping him tightly against you.
A string of yesses falls past your lips like a chant, and the pace of your hips increases as far as your bump allows you to. Your mind grows hazy with pleasure, until your peak washes over you with a loud gasp.
You havenât noticed Cregan watching you through it all, too focused on the sensations coursing through your body. His gaze is mesmerized, clearly relishing in the relief thatâs etched onto your features and the way your walls flutter around his cock.
He pulls back, droplets of milk resting in the corners of his lips, and lifts his body to tower over you. The thrusting of his hips grows sharper now, determined to help you through your pleasure.
âThatâs it,â he rasps, one hand resting on the mattress next to your head while the other gropes at your now relieved breasts.
âOnce this pup is born,â he emphasized the words by rolling your sore bud between his index finger and thumb, drawing out just a few more droplets of milk. âI shall put another in you to keep you round with my seed.â
Your head grows dizzy, lightheaded even, and you canât do more than whimper and whine through your peak, not fully comprehending what heâs said.
Cregan snaps his hips into yours once, twice before he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of you. Cupping your breast, his fingers dig harshly into your flesh.
You continue to roll your hips against his, prolonging his pleasure. Switching roles, itâs now your turn to milk him for every drop, taking everything his cock spills inside of you. Every muscle in his body tenses, until eventually, he collapses to the side, careful not to put his weight on your swollen bump.
With his cock slowly becoming flaccid again, the sensation of his seed leaking out of your cunt is more apparent, causing heat to spread throughout your body. If it wasnât for you carrying his child already, you would have mounted him to make sure his seed would bear fruit.
Cregan eventually lies down on his back, and you seize the chance to rest your head on his chest. Itâs hard to keep your eyes open as his hand softly entangles into your hair, scratching your scalp in the manner that usually lulls you to sleep. His breath is slower now, his chest rising and lowering your head.
âI can not bear to spend another night without you by my side,â you all but whisper, bringing a hand to his stomach.
Your finger trails the contours of his muscles, before following the dark trail of coarse hairs down.
âYou neednât worry about that,â he says. âWe shall not stay in Kingâs Landing for too long. And I highly doubt that anyone could get me out of your chambers during the time we stay there. Once we arrive, we shall stay together.â
Nodding your head slowly, you hum a âmh-mhâ, too engrossed in the feeling of his hand in your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles over your back. Having trouble staying awake, youâre hardly able to process his next words, already drifting off to sleep.
âLet us sleep now, my love. We have another tiresome day ahead of us.â
Cregan Taglist: @nats-whore @aemondsbabe
#house of the dragon#hotd#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan fanfiction#cregan x you#cregan stark x you#cregan stark fanfiction#cregan stark imagine#cregan smut#cregan stark smut#cregan stark x y/n#hotd cregan#house of the dragon cregan#hotd fanfic#hotd imagine#hotd fic#hotd x y/n#hotd x reader#hotd x you#hotd smut#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon smut#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fic
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Deliverance
summary: following your nephew's death, you find aemond in need of comfort. as his older sister, who are you to deny him?
pairing: aemond targaryen x sister!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, canon typical incest, mentioned canon death, infidelity technically but reader's husband is cool with it and understands that she comes from a weirdo family cough cough incest cough, lactation kink, hurt/comfort, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, titty sucking, angst but happy ending, otto cameo ew, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 7.4k
a/n: *slams fist on table* i need for him to suck on my boobie
likes, comments, & reblogs are very appreciated but never required!
gif creds to @feodor-dostoevsky
đŚmy masterlist
đadd yourself to my taglist to be notified when i post new fics!
âShall I fetch Maester Orwyle once we return to your chambers, Princess?â Your handmaiden, Edyth, questions as the two of you make your way up one of the many winding staircases in the Red Keep â each step making you wince.Â
âYes, please,â you sigh, ever grateful that she had always seemed to have a knack for predicting your requests before you had the chance to voice them, âPerhaps tell him to prepare some of the same soothing balm he gave to Helaena?âÂ
âOf course, Princess,â Edyth nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, ever the optimist, âI believe it should help with your aches, I remember it seemed to help the Queen afterâŚâ She trails off, breath hitching in her throat.
A heavy silence seems to fall over the two of you, the same that had been blanketing the entirety of the palace for the past few days. You swallow thickly, battling against the lump suddenly growing at the back of your throat and merely nod your head in simple understanding, offering her a tight-lipped smile, âIâm sure it will be of great help, Edyth, thank you.âÂ
Ever since⌠it had happened, the Red Keep feels as if itâs made of eggshells, like one small gust of wind could knock it right over. Everyoneâs so on edge, terrified of saying too much or too little, the wrong thing at the wrong time. The stress of it all seems nearly suffocating, though you still have a feeling the worst was yet to come.Â
Suddenly, someone calls your name from behind you and you turn, smiling once you see your grandsire striding toward you.
âA raven arrived earlier from Gwayne,â Otto explains, deep voice carrying down the empty hallway, âHeâs reached Oldtown safely, everything seems to be well there.â
âOh, wonderful,â you nod, grateful for news of your husband.
âIndeed,â he continues, âDaeron seems to be in good spirits, happy to come home; theyâre to depart tomorrow, as scheduled⌠forgive me, I meant to tell you before supper but it seems to have slipped my mind.â
âEverything has been so hectic of late, please donât trouble yourself. He arrived safely and will be back all the sooner for it, that is what matters.â
âOf course,â Otto nods, glancing out a nearby window, âIf youâll excuse me, Iâve been ordered to attend to His Grace,â he says gruffly, a wry smile on his lips, nodding in the direction of Aegonâs chambers.
You nod at the mention of your twin, brows pinching together with worry. âBe⌠patient with him, grandsire, please,â you beseech, chest heaving with a soft sigh, âI spoke with him earlier this morning, heâs⌠well, heâs not himself.â
âAre any of us anymore, I wonder,â Otto mutters, fixing you with a tight smile before taking his leave, striding quickly down the hallway. Your brows furrow at that, you canât help but throw Edyth a questioning look before the two of you continue toward your chambers.Â
âSeven Hells,â you grumble, quickly bringing a hand to your breast as you climb another, blessedly shorter, set of stairs, âPerhaps check the nursery first, yes? Daena may be stirring stillâŚâ You know better, even as the words leave your lips.Â
Your daughter has finally begun sleeping soundly through the night recently and while that is cause for celebration, you certainly wonât miss the past eight moons of late night feedings, your poor breasts are paying the price â your body not yet caught up with the lessened need for milk.Â
âYes, Princess,â Edyth replies with a little nod, walking alongside you.
The two of you are almost at your chambers, finally turning onto the hallway where the family apartments are housed, when you hear it â a muffled, barely there cry. The sound makes you pause in your tracks, head swiveling, unsure of exactly where it came from and itâs then you notice that the door to Aemondâs chambers is ajar.Â
That in and of itself is strange indeed, your little brother valued privacy above all else, so you stride over only to pause at the entrance, hand poised midair as you reach for the door handle. Your heart clenches when another soft sob pierces the quiet of the hallway â a mournful little noise, one youâd expect more from Aegon.Â
Turning back to Edyth, you lead her a few feet from the door, knowing Aemond would hate it if he knew someone, anyone aside from you, had overheard him. âGo to the nursery,â you instruct, making sure to keep your voice low, âMake sure Daena is well, then youâre free for the evening.âÂ
âBut, princess, what about ââ
âNevermind it,â you murmur with a shake of your head, âIâll send for the maester later myself.â
With a nod, she scampers off further down the hallway, leaving you alone by your brotherâs door. Stepping back over toward the threshold, you bite at your bottom lip, wondering if you should go in at all â if it would be more merciful to simply pretend you hadnât heard anything at all.Â
But then it happens again, another pitiful sob sounds from beyond the cracked door and youâre unable to help yourself â Aemond had always come to you with his troubles when he was younger, surely now would be no different. With a little breath, you push the door open just enough to slip through it and thank whichever Gods may be listening when youâre able to press it closed with hardly a sound.Â
Peeking around the screen your brother has beside the door, it feels as if your heart shatters in your chest. He looks so⌠small, so fragile, the complete opposite of the towering, formidable man heâd become in recent years. Itâs clear he didnât hear you come in as he stays seated in a chair near the door, his back to you; his shoulders shake with gentle cries while he hunches over, head cradled in his hands.Â
The disarray of his normally spotless chambers startles you once you let your eyes flit over the space â papers are strewn about all across the low table he keeps in the little sitting area, some scattered across the floor, crumpled up, or ripped to pieces. His bedsheets are halfway ripped from the bed and lie in a pool at its foot, along with the remnants of a candle, now merely a translucent puddle on the dark stone floor.Â
Taking a step forward, you softly call his name, trying your hardest to keep your voice as low and soft as possible, though youâre hardly able to get the first syllable out before he bolts up from the chair with a strangled gasp and spins toward you.Â
âOh, Aem,â the words fall past your lips in a soft sigh, pulled from you by the startled expression on his face â eyes wide with the fear of being caught so vulnerable. His sapphire eye seems to sparkle with just as much emotion as his pale purple one.Â
âSister, I ââ He starts, hastily wiping his hands over his cheeks, chest heaving while he tries to calm his harsh breaths, but youâll have none of that.
âShh, whatever excuses you have, Iâll not hear them,â you murmur, quickly walking the few feet over to him and enveloping him in a tight embrace, just as you used to do when he would come crying to you about the tortures Aegon or your nephews put him through in their youth.
Your brother stays stiff in your arms for a moment, tense and wary, though he slowly relaxes as you rub a hand over his back, smoothing out his long hair. You yourself relax once he finally winds his long arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder with a soft sigh, the tension in his shoulders finally releasing.Â
âTell me what distresses you so?â
âI⌠Jaeâ the boy,â he stammers, stumbling over his name. You understand, just saying your little nephewâs name seems to somehow make the pain of the loss even worse. Yet, something in your gut tells you thereâs something else going on, that Jaehaerysâs death is not the only thing causing your brother such anguish.
âAemondâŚâ you gently press, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek as you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, âI cannot help if you wonât tell meââ
âTell you what?â He counters, tone growing too defensive too quickly, âMy nephewâs death brings me sorrow, sister. The loss of a young child is a⌠distressing thing.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean!â You counter, trying desperately to keep your voice calm, even when Aemond backs away from you with an exasperated sigh. Youâre no stranger to this game â ever since he lost his eye, your brother has guarded his emotions carefully. Getting him to speak honestly about them was about as hard as keeping a bottle of Dornish wine from Aegonâs grasp.Â
He gives you a sidelong glance as he paces about the room, lips pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched. Worry only blooms brighter in your chest the longer you watch him; so agitated and so guarded, closed off like an abused animal.Â
âIt⌠itâs nothing,â he mumbles finally, voice short and clipped, âNothing important, sister, I assure you.â
Unconsciously, you wring your hands worriedly, heart clenching; you want nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, yet you know from experience that it was better to let Aemond come to you.Â
âWell, surely it cannot be nothing if it has upset you so, sweetling.âÂ
His nervous pacing comes to a screeching halt at that and he squeezes his eye shut, fists clenched at his side â his whole body tense like heâs trying desperately to keep some invisible dam within himself closed.Â
You reach a hand up instinctively when he bites at his bottom lip and turns his head away from you, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. âIâ,â he croaks, the tightness in his voice makes your breath hitch in your throat; every maternal cell in your body is screaming at you, pleading with you to hold him, âI donât w-wish to burden you.â
âBaby brother,â you sigh, finally going to him, practically running the few feet over to where he stands. Your arms encircle him instantly, pulling him into a tight embrace â one hand rubs over his back while the other cups the back of his head, holding his face against the crook of your neck, âYou could never be a burden to me, never.â
That seems to break him and he gasps, breathing warm against your neck, before he finally lets go and his shoulders heave with sobs while his hands cling to you desperately, fisting into the fabric of your gown like heâs afraid youâll disappear. A tightness grows at the back of your own throat, not used to seeing him be this raw, this open, in what feels like lifetimes. It breaks your heart to think heâd been holding all of this in, determined to be the strong, silent soldier like everyone expected, while he dealt with such sadness all alone.Â
âShh, shh, Aemond, youâre okay,â you murmur gently, eyes widening when he sags against you, his knees giving way only for a second. âHere, come,â you instruct, taking one of his hands in yours and leading him to the small seating area in his chambers. You urge him to sit on the sofa he has there before joining him yourself, a bit surprised when he all but throws himself against you again â practically laying his head in your lap as he sobs, cheek pressed against your chest in a way that makes you wince from the tenderness still there, not that youâd ever scold him for it.Â
âThere, thatâs much better, hm? Comfortable?â You ask, simply trying to draw him back to the surface.Â
He doesnât reply, something that doesnât really come as a shock to you given how harsh his cries are, leaving him breathless against you. Deciding to let him get it out, you stay quiet, merely shushing him every so often as you run your fingers through his pearlescent hair.
After a long while, he seems to settle some and tears begin running down his cheeks silently rather than racking his body with savage cries; he lifts his head from your lap and rests it instead against your shoulder, gazing up at you as if youâre an angel sent from the heavens themselves. The intense tenderness with which he looks at you makes you blush, yet your brows furrow slightly at the darkness still there â lingering in the lilac of his eye.Â
âI have⌠I have done something terrible.â
Your brother's murmured confession only serves to confuse you further and you shake your head slightly, heart clenching in your chest as you silently wonder what in all the Seven Kingdoms he could possibly mean by that.Â
âAemond,â you start, knowing not to pry â to let him tell you, âThere is nothing you could ever do that would make me think any less of you.â
He stares up at you for a long moment, eye flicking across your face like heâs checking for even the barest hint of deception, yet he finds none â your words are true.Â
âYou⌠promise me you will not hate me.â
âI promise, sweet brother,â your brows pinch together at his words, wondering what could possibly be bad enough for all this, yet you canât stop the corners of your lips from quirking into a sad smile at his request; that uncertain lilt in his voice reminds you so much of when he was younger, âThereâs nothing you could do that would make me hate you. Nothing.â
âIâŚâ He starts, pulling away from you as he sits up, sparing you one last glance before staring off into the fireplace, âI am the⌠the reason Jaehaerys is dead.â
âWhat?â The word is pressed from you, leaving your lips as little more than a breath. You stare at him as if heâd sprouted a second head, utterly perplexed. How in the Seven Hells could he have ever arrived at that conclusion? Taking one of his hands in yours, you lean a little closer, âSweetling, what in the world do you mean?â
âThey were here for me,â Aemond rasps, wincing as if the words themselves are painful, clawing at his throat on their way out, âThey were⌠Gods, they were sent for me and â and when they couldnât find me, they⌠H-He died because I was not here, because they could not f-find meâŚâ
âOh, my love,â you sigh, the backs of your eyes stinging as he presses himself against you again, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, âAemond, you couldnât have known, none of us did. You couldnât have knownâŚâ You repeat, like saying the words again and again will make him believe them.Â
âI s-should have,â he whimpers, voice breaking over a sob, âI shouldâve k-known, I shâshouldâve been hereâŚâ
You hold him tightly, practically hauling him onto your lap as his tears leak over your skin, running into the valley of your cleavage like a river, though you pay it no mind. âShh, sweetling, shh,â you murmur and press a soft kiss to his forehead, âItâs not your fault, dear one, itâs no oneâs fault but the vile men who took him and our⌠our coward of a sister who ordered it done.â
He stays silent for a moment and you can feel the gears in his brain turning, working furiously as he tries to internalize your words, wanting desperately to believe them but unable to let himself. You sigh softly when you feel him shake his head against you, so determined to cling to guilt.Â
âIf⌠if I had n-not been at theâŚâÂ
âAt the where, brother?â You press, clinging to anything you may be able to use to shift the conversation.Â
â...The brothelâŚâ he mumbles after a long pause, the words so muffled against the column of your neck that you have to strain to hear them. His words shock you, the complete opposite of anything youâd been expecting. You try your hardest not to let that show, even as a strange sense of jealousy wells up within you â a sense of possessiveness youâve always felt for your little brother.
âWell, you⌠you are a man grown, my love,â you heart hammers in your chest, loud enough that you wonder if he can hear it, âIf you wish to lay withââ
âI didnât⌠Iââ He stammers, clinging to you tightly as he shakes his head, an urgency in his voice you canât quite place, âThatâs not what, I⌠I mean, Iââ
âNo matter,â you cut him off, aching to see him so distressed, âWhatever you do there, sweet brother, itâs your⌠right to do it.â You struggle to get the words out, the sense of protectiveness rising viciously in your chest makes your throat feel tight.Â
He lifts his head from your shoulder again and eyes you for a long moment â for what, you arenât sure. Itâs almost like heâs surprised not to be meant with disgust or contempt; you wish you knew why.
âIt doesnât matter,â he finally mumbles, glancing away from you, ashamed, âI shouldâve been home⌠I shouldâve been here to protect my family.â
âAemond, please,â you sigh and sit up slightly, moving to cup his cheeks in your hands, wiping at his tears with your thumb, âIt is not your job to protect us, we have guards for a reason⌠if anything, this atrocity is their fault but it is not yours, do you understand?â Your eyes bore into his as you speak, desperate to make him understand, to rid him of this misplaced guilt.Â
âDo⌠do you still love me?â He asks after a long moment, voice so timid, so meek like heâs already preparing himself for your rejection, that it makes your heart twist horribly in your chest.Â
Still, you cannot help but huff out a little laugh, lips lifting into a sad smile at the utter ridiculousness of the question. âYou are my dearest brother,â you murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead, letting your lips linger on his skin for a second, âOf course, I still love you, Aemond. I have loved you from the moment you came into this world and I shall never, never stop â the Gods themselves could not make me.â
The two of you are quiet for a moment, save for a small hum from your brother as he nods. His arms encircle you again and selfishly, you enjoy it â being this close to him again, like he was a little boy once more. Heâd been all but attached to you at the hip before that dreadful night, following you about the Keep and telling you all sorts of tales about various histories of the Realm in that sweet voice of his.Â
All of that had stopped that night and, at first, you had assumed that he merely thought himself a man grown afterwards â a man who had finally claimed a dragon, a man who no longer needed comfort from an older sibling. The sadness in his voice when he speaks again, muffled against your shoulder, tells you otherwise.
âMother doesnât love me anymore,â his voice is flat and detached as he breathes out the words, like heâs informing you of some tragic, unavoidable accident.Â
âAem, of course she does. She loves you veryââ
âNo,â he cuts you off, sitting up once more and shaking his head, âEver since that business with Luke, I⌠she can hardly bring herself to look at me. She wonât speak to me outside of Small Council meetings and even then she tries not to, âtis plain to see.â
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes, leaving you to swallow around the lump that grows at the back of your throat once again. What are you to say? Heâs⌠Gods, bless him, heâs right, youâve seen as much to know.Â
âYou are the only one who has never abandoned me,â he starts, eye sparkling in the candlelight as tears begin welling up within it once more, âEveryone else has left.â
âThatâs notâŚâ Your voice fades as you sigh, knowing that arguing with him now will do no good. Instead, you simply hold him tighter and brush a few stray locks of hair from his face. âI can promise that I shall never leave you, sweet brother.â
He grows quiet for a moment, slumping down against you until his head rests in your lap and his body curls up onto the sofa. Silently, you resist the urge to cradle him, to hold him against you as you do Daena when she wakes from a nap with a start, crying out from her cradle.Â
He is a grown man, you remind yourself, yet it does nothing to stop the strange ache in your heart.Â
âThey all used to taunt me, surely you remember, when we were younger,â he mumbles, eye fixated on the fire crackling in the hearth, even as he clings to you, âFirst for not having a dragon, then for not having an eye.â
You hum in affirmation â you do remember it, sadly. You remember it all very well; he had slept in your chambers for a week after the incident with the pig, not wanting to be left alone at night with the memories of it. You remember having to hold him back at the table when Aegon had poked fun at his eyepatch during supper, about a month after his eye had been gouged out.Â
You remember that night too, when heâd come to you with tearful apologies, murmuring sorries again and again for accidentally nicking your hand while trying to brandish a knife against his brother.Â
âI have always been an outcast.â
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips despite the circumstances and you sigh softly, brushing your fingers through his long strands of hair, âI quite like you being different⌠perhaps if you werenât, we wouldnât be as close, hm?â
Aemond goes quiet at that, stills in your lap with a little sigh before simply burrowing against you even more, curling in on himself tighter.Â
A soft coo leaves your lips, strands of his long hair passing between your fingers like silk. âWhat say you stay with me tonight, yes?â You offer, the thought of him in the dark carrying all this alone grief makes you feel ill, âWe could even cuddle, if you like? Just as we did when you were younger.â
A short beat of silence later, all you get is a little, âYes, please,â mumbled against your abdomen.Â
âI donât deserve you,â he murmurs later, the two of you finally lying together atop your bed, cuddled closely against one another just as youâd promised. Youâd each taken time to get ready for bed and Aemond seems a little better for it, no longer as distressed and teary now that heâs had the time to collect himself.Â
Your hand carefully cups the side of his face that isnât pressed against your pillow, that isnât buried in the crook of your neck, as an astonished huff of laughter escapes your lips as they curve into a sad smile, your brows furrowed. âWhy in the world would you think such things?â Even as the question is whispered into the quiet of your chambers, you know the answer â Aemond has always been this way, always one to reject comfort, even when it is so freely given, even when he himself seeks it out.Â
If only he could see himself as you do.Â
âI⌠I have done so many shameful things, sister, IâŚâ His voice breaks when he cuts himself off and you can feel him tense in your hold, ââTis the simple truth, I donât deserve you.â
You hum softly, combing your fingers through his hair while you mull over his words, silently wondering why he has always been like this â why you have always felt so unworthy of softness and kindness and love.Â
âWell, it is not my truth,â you murmur after a moment, eyes flicking over the long line of his body, hidden by your silken bedsheets. In the time each of you had taken to ready yourselves for bed, you had changed into a nightgown and he into a simple nightshirt, leaving your bare legs to tangle together, âWould you like to know what I think, my love?â
You feel him inhale against the crook of your neck, sucking in air like heâs steeling himself for disappointment, yet he still lifts his head and peers up at you. His lilac eye searches your face for a long moment, looking for even the smallest indication of displeasure in your features, only to find none.Â
Seemingly satisfied with his assessment, assured that surely whatever you were to say would not hurt him too badly, he nods.Â
Sitting up just enough to better see his face, you look at him with nothing but adoration as the two of you rest shoulder to shoulder, backs against the headboard. âI believe you deserve every kindness in the world, Aemond. And I believe even that would be too little,â your voice is hardly a whisper when you speak, like this is the deepest of secrets meant only for his ears, âYou deserve nothing but happiness, sweet baby brother.â
He stares at you for a long moment, eye wide and glassy while his chest aches as your words seep into him like a soothing balm. You can see his Adamâs apple bob in his throat as he swallows, eye squeezing shut for a moment while he processes your words â so sweet they nearly stung.Â
A soft coo bubbles from your lips when you see his chest rise and fall rapidly beneath the linen of his nightshirt, and you lean into him all the more when one of his hands reaches out and grabs one of your own, squeezing it like itâs a lifeline.Â
âShh,â you soothe, giving him a sad smile when his eye finally opens again, gaze immediately finding yours, âSweet boy.â
He lets out a shuddering breath before looking away from you once again, mind reeling. Not knowing what to do, overcome with so much emotion his heart feels as if itâs adrift at sea, he brings your hand up and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles before holding it to his cheek and sucking in another little breath as his bottom lip trembles. âPlease donât ever leave me,â he whispers finally, voice tight and hoarse.Â
Cupping his face, you caress your thumb over the scar beneath his eye softly and lean over just enough to press a soft kiss against his cheek. âI will never leave you, Aemond, I swear it.â
He shudders once more before letting out a shaky breath, eye filled with a wild desperation. Before you can register the movement, his hands are suddenly gripping at your waist and hauling you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, apologies already muffled against your skin. âI-Iâm sorry, I â Gwayne will⌠will hate me but ââ
âShh, sh, sh, sweetling,â you murmur, despite the small, barely audible gasp that leaves you at the sudden movement, so wholly unused to this as half of you tries desperately to comfort you while the other half wonders if you should put a stop to this, âGwayne knows, my love, he⌠itâs okay, he knows.â
A sob is wrenched from Aemondâs lips, warm against your neck, but he nods nonetheless, sighing when you begin carding your fingers through his hair once more, smoothing out the long, pale strands. Slowly, he relaxes again, arms wound securely around your waist while his breath evens out.Â
Youâre about to say something else, though your breath hitches in your throat when he begins peppering your neck with soft, chaste little kisses â feather-light down the column of your neck. He stops after a second, noticing you tense up on his lap, eyes wide as a million thoughts swirl in your mind: Is this okay? Should you stop this? This is your precious baby brother, the one who used to cling to your skirts when he was sad, who used to come to you in the night when he woke from a nightmareâŚÂ
He leans forward once more and nips at your earlobe, making your heart stutter in your chest, âCan⌠can I try something?â
Your head reels at the sudden change in his touches, needier now, though for an entirely different reason, yet still your mind reels â piqued with curiosity. âWhat is it you wish to try?â You question after a moment, voice scratchy from the sudden dryness at the back of your throat.Â
Silently, Aemond relishes this; something about you, you his normally strong and carefree older sister, being this flustered because of him makes his heart flutter in his chest. Dipping his head, he resumes pressing soft kisses against your skin, though they linger now â teeth nipping before he soothes the small bites with a swipe of his tongue, drawing ever closer to the pulse point in your neck that beats so wildly he can feel it beneath your skin.Â
âAemond!â You all but wheeze when he suddenly grabs at your hips, his own firmly bucking up against you. A shock goes down your spine at the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, two thin layers of fabric doing precious little to mask the feel of it. Again, you tense up, practically jumping out of your skin as you pull back just enough to gaze down at him, your eyes wide, blinking rapidly, as they search his.Â
This was the last thing you expected tonight, the last thing youâd expect from him at all. âWha â IâŚâ You stammer, dumbstruck while worry and uncertainty cloud your mind.Â
Aemond shushes you now, long fingers squeezing at your bare thighs now that your nightgown has ridden up enough to reveal them. âItâs alright, itâs alright,â he murmurs, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against your skin, âDo you trust meâŚ?â
Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, heart hammering in your chest. You should be the one comforting him⌠what in the Seven Hells has happened? Is⌠is this the comfort he needs now?
Even still, you nod your head at his question; of course you trust him, youâd trust him with anything⌠even this.Â
A smile grows on his lips when you acquiesce, a pleased glimmer in his eye when he lifts his hands to your hips again, his grip firmer this time. âGood⌠good, sweet sister,â he hums lowly, rutting his hips up against you once more, lilac eye watching you with keen interest.Â
âA-AemâŚâ You gasp once more, the feel of him against you so intense it sends a shiver down your spine, even when your brows furrow as your eyes flutter, threatening to slip shut. His movements press a small whimper from your lips and you can feel the sting in your cheeks as they flush, chest heaving while your hands grab tightly at his shoulders.Â
The smug look on his face slowly morphs into one of wonder and his eye flits over your face greedily, like he doesnât want to miss a single second of seeing you like this â already so strung out over him.Â
He moves again, the feeling of your soft core pressing against his growing length through the thin linen only serving to drive his urges further. âGods, you look so beautiful like thisâŚâ He murmurs, in awe at having you like this, and all to himself. Unable to help himself, he leans forward yet again and pulls you closer as his lips settle once more against your neck.Â
Instinctually, your head tilts to the side, giving him room to kiss over your skin. His movements against you cause you to shiver in his grasp, even if a small part of you was still uncertain, hoping this wouldnât change your relationship with him for the worse.Â
The slow grind of his hips causes his nightshirt to eventually ride up his legs as well, and you gasp anew, jumping once more when his length suddenly presses against your center, unhindered by fabric.Â
âFeel what you do to me?â He purrs, letting out a low groan of his own.Â
For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, lips parted ever so slightly while your chest heaves, silently wondering if this is truly happening. Almost imperceptibly, you nod your head, shuddering at the feeling of his cock pressed against you, already twitching.Â
âL-Little brother,â you gasp, breathless already.
Aemond smirks at your response, your whimpers and soft gasps going right to his head. He grabs at your waist still, bucking against you in slow, almost teasing movements. A low, pleased hum vibrates him in his chest when he feels how wet you are against him â the heat radiating from your center nearly stifling.Â
The longer this goes on, the more you can feel your resolve crumbling, any small bits left of you that wanted to put a stop to this slowly fading away. Distantly, you canât help wondering if this is how itâs always been meant to be, if this was the only logical conclusion your paths could reach, the outcome of such a close bond. Perhaps, you have always been made for this.Â
âAemond,â his name falls from your lips in a soft sigh and you finally lean against him heavily, pressing your chest against his unthinkingly. âShit!â You gasp only a second later, jolting as if stung by a bee, brought back to reality by the ache in your breasts.Â
âSister?â Aemond questions, freezing beneath you while he looks over your face, his hands rising to cup your cheeks protectively.Â
You start to answer, to explain, when you feel a sudden tingling sensation at your chest and, judging from the look on your brotherâs face, an explanation would be a moot point by now anyway.
âGods grant me mercy,â he sighs, eye wider than youâve ever seen it as he stares, near open-mouthed, at your chest. Glancing down, your cheeks flush at the sight of milk dampening the linen at your breasts, leaving it all but translucent.Â
Again, you go to explain, only to stop yourself in your tracks when his tongue darts out, licking over his bottom lip. Your head spins when you notice his chest heaving as he stares at you with a nearly savage hunger, eyes fixed on your breasts like his universe has been narrowed down to a pinpoint.Â
âAemond?â
âPlease,â he groans, swallowing thickly and licking over his lips once more, practically salivating. His eye flicks up to yours for only the briefest of seconds before zeroing in on your chest once more, âSweet⌠sweet sister, please.â
Again, the energy in the room seems to shift, Aemond once again begging you for comfort, bowing to your whims. Quickly, you shush him while one hand threads into his hair once more as you bring his head back against the crook of your neck, settling him there while he groans against your skin, rough hands slowly trailing up your waist before halting at your ribs.Â
Your other hand busies itself with snaking between the two of you and impatiently batting your clothes away before your fingers finally curl around his length, causing the both of you to let out soft cries.Â
âShh, sweetling,â you coo, chest heaving while you position him at your entrance, sighing as he desperately mouths at your neck, âI know what you need, Iâve got you.â
Again, twin moans fill your dimly lit chambers when you slowly sink down on him. Whimpers are punched from your lungs at the feel of him steadily filling you, his chest rumbling against yours as he groans deeply, hips jolting beneath you.Â
âGods,â you sigh when your hips are finally pressed tightly against his once more, panting and letting your eyes fall shut while you give yourself a moment to adjust.Â
The feel of him borders on overwhelming â pressed so tightly inside of you, around you, the very air in your room filled with the heady, herbaceous scent of the bath oils you know he favors. You imagine he must feel the same as he trembles beneath you, fingers and hips twitching with barely contained desire.Â
Finally, your need to comfort him, to protect him even from himself, rears its head again and you relish the breathy sigh that leaves him as you begin to move your hips. Itâs a grinding motion, soft and gentle â what he needs now, to be treated with care. Still, the movements send shockwaves up your spine as the pale hairs at the base of his cock rub perfectly against your pearl, creating a delicious friction to spur you on.Â
âSo good,â he breathes, warm against your shoulder as he leans forward, kissing at your neck, âYou feel so good, sister, you⌠you are s-so good to meâŚâ
âJust as you deserve,â you murmur, combing your fingers through his long hair once more before your hands travel down to the hem of his nightshirt and you begin impatiently tugging at it, pulling it over his head and grinning at the soft, nearly petulant, whine he gives at having to separate from you even for a second.Â
Still, some instinctual force seems to drive you, a need to feel his skin against your own, and you waste no time before pulling your own nightgown up and over your head as well, leaving nothing to separate the two of you.Â
The groan that leaves him when your chest presses back against his own once more is like nothing youâve heard before â a sound of the purest relief, like heâs found some oasis in the desert. His eye opens again and the rhythm of your hips stutters only for a second once it finds yours. The lilac is almost completely overtaken by black and yet, he still regards you as if you are an angel sent from the heavens themselves, stares at you with such reverence that your heart flutters in your chest.Â
Something clicks for you then as he whimpers beneath you, his own hips beginning to buck up against your own as the lazy tempo youâve settled into slowly starts to pick up. You understand, now, that this is merely another step, an added turn, in the so carefully balanced dance the two of you have constructed.
And if this is what he needs to be comforted, then youâre more than happy to give it.Â
âMy good boy,â sigh, moving against him with renewed vigor, grinning when he lets out a hitched moan, âIs this what you needed?â
âYes, y-yes,â he nods, his eye never leaving your own as he ruts beneath you, the choppy movements only adding to the fire slowly building within your veins, âPlease, sweet sister, pleaseâŚâ
You donât need to ask to know what it is he means, nodding before he has time to stutter out another word, âTake what you need, my love.â
Another breathy groan sounds from him as he quickly descends onto your chest, tilting his head down and immediately capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips, one hand coming up to gently cup your breast, holding it steady. The feeling of relief that flows through you when he starts suckling is nearly disorienting, the dull ache in your breast slowly fading away with each mouthful of milk he pulls from you, greedily taking a few mouthfuls from one breast before switching to the other.
Your fingers stay anchored in his hair while your hips work against him, your high building more steadily within you now that your breasts no longer feel ready to burst. You pant as you gaze down at him, eyes half-lidded while you watch his lips move against you, lilac eye still fixated on you.Â
Below you, Aemond is halfway convinced heâs died and somehow the Gods have seen fit to spare him the Seven Hells. His head spins as he drinks from you, the taste of you by far the sweetest, most decadent thing he could fathom. As the knot in his belly grows ever-tighter, his suckles become more greedy, frantic, not knowing whether youâll allow him this pleasure ever again.Â
âPlease, f-fuck,â he sighs, the words punched from his lips as he pulls away from you just enough to speak, uncaring as dribbles of milk leak from the corners of his lips, staining your skin. His hips practically move on their own accord as he mindlessly grinds up into you, seeking out the warmth and safety he knows he shall only ever feel within you.Â
Above him, you nod, swallowing thickly against the dryness at the back of your throat, cheeks flushed while you watch him unravel. Snaking a hand between your bodies once more, your fingers quickly find your sensitive, aching bud and rubbing at it with a practiced precision.Â
âGods, sweet little brother,â you breathe out, pleasure zapping down your spine. You frantically nod again, frantic this time, just as your high washes over you, âCome, Aemond⌠Gods, let go, little one.â
His suckles turn more into little biting nips while he gasps against you, trembling beneath you when he finally lets pleasure overtake him â eye squeezing shut at the feel of your walls clenching tightly around his cock.Â
The warmth of him filling you only spurs you on more, your breaths ragged against his forehead while you feel yourself tense and relax again and again, grabbing at whatever parts of him you can reach.Â
You each go still after a few moments, panting against each other. Aemond is practically limp beneath you, lazily nuzzling his face against your chest, satiated smile just barely tugging at the corners of his lips. Chuckling softly, you pepper his forehead in sweet kisses, relishing the contented hum he gives in return.Â
When you go to get up however, intent on fetching a cloth to clean you both up with, he reaches for you with a small whine as he grabs at your thighs.
âDonât, please,â he murmurs, brows furrowed when your eyes meet, âStayâŚâ
âYou⌠you want to stay like this?â You question, your heartbeat quickening as he quickly nods, âYou wish to stay ââ
âInside,â he finishes quickly, Adamâs apple bobbing when he swallows bashfully, cheeks flushed, âI⌠I feel safe like⌠like this.â
âThen you can stay, silly boy,â you answer with a grin, kissing at his forehead once more, âHere, letâs justâŚâ You murmur, tilting your hips to the side ever so slightly, attempting to pull him with you.
Blessedly, he seems to understand and follows you willingly, allowing you to maneuver the two of you onto your sides. After a moment, youâre comfortable once more, each of you lying on your side and facing the other, one of your legs slung over his narrow hips to keep him pressed tightly within you.Â
âGood boy,â you sigh softly, smiling when he shivers against you.Â
The two of you stay like that for a while, your hands gently caressing his soft skin or running through his hair while you hold him against you. After a while, his lilac eye finally flutters closed and you canât help but marvel at how much younger he looks like this â relaxed and spent while he lies against you, like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders.Â
After a while, he seems to grow restless again, nosing at your chest until he finds what he desires. You sigh softly as he pulls a nipple into his mouth once more, suckling at it contentedly while he peers up at you sleepily.Â
âThere you go,â you murmur soothingly, coaxing him to lift his head just enough for you to lay an arm beneath it, allowing you to caress his shoulders while your other hand cups gently at the side of his face, thumb sweeping over his soft skin. âTake what you need, sweet one,â you coo, smiling as he quickly returns his lips to your breast, âYouâre safe, Iâve got youâŚâ
thank you for taking the time to read! hope you enjoyed! :)
consider adding yourself to my tag list or check out my works on ao3!
#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen fanfic#aemond targaryen fic#aemond targaryen smut#aemond x reader#aemond x you#aemond fanfiction#aemond fanfic#aemond fic#aemond smut#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon smut#hotd#hotd fanfiction#hotd fanfic#hotd fic#hotd smut#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#smut#my writing
5K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Homecoming
18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
{Daemon Targaryen x Reader} You haven't seen your husband since your passionate wedding night, leaving you to doubt his love. Now, three months later, you're round with child and missing him more than everâuntil he suddenly returns.
âĄâĄ This is purely just to get all my daddy Daemon feelings out, I 100% believe he has a breeding kink. âĄâĄ
3.2k words - Warnings: smut, major breeding kink, slow sex, so so so much fluff, a little bit of angst and Daemon apologizing in bed...
@elijahstwink @starshipcookie @absolutemarveltrash @odairtrqsh @darkened-writer
@cheneyq @fallout-girl219 @nina6708 @evasmlp @sadmonke
@deamonloverrrr @urmomsgirlfriend1 @moonsleep
It was another quiet night, in a bed far too large for one. The wind was gently blowing through the curtains, bringing with it a cool breeze and the smell of the sea. It was late, and everyone was asleep, yet you laid awake, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
You rolled over onto your side, the silk of the sheets sliding against your bare skin. These days, sleep evaded you, no matter how much you tried. If it wasn't your thoughts keeping you up, it was your changing body and the ever growing life inside of you.
Three months ago you had gotten married to the prince Daemon, a dream of many girls across the kingdom. But your marriage was hardly that. The day after the ceremony you woke up in an empty bed, and hadn't seen your husband since, leaving you to wonder if you had done something wrong.
He had left you no letter, no message. Nothing. Only the memory of your wedding night, the way he touched and kissed you, his sweet whispers of adoration as he made you his. On the loneliest days you would close your eyes and remember it all, his lips on yours, the way his fingers caressed you, the feel of him inside you.
You place your hand on the small bump of your stomach, a smile spreading across your lips. Although it had only been one night, he did his duty and you were pregnant. A piece of him was always with you.
But it wasn't enough.
You longed to see him again, to touch him and be held by him, to tell him of the life growing within you. You wanted so desperately to be with him, but instead you were left with the ghost of his love, a memory that wasn't enough to fill the hole in your heart.
You sighed, trying to push away those thoughts, and attempted to fall asleep, but every time you closed your eyes all you could see was his handsome face. You opened them again and sat up, staring into the darkness.
You could see the light of a torch through the cracks of the door, and the sound of footsteps. You knew exactly who it was, the guard outside your door. His shift was almost over, and soon a new one would be out there, watching over you. There was a muffled conversation, and the sound of someone walking away.
A few moments later the door cracked open, and the torch light poured into the room. Your eyes squinted at the sudden brightness, and as the person entered the room they shut the door.
You were about to give your guard a kindly lecture on waking you up when you noticed that it wasn't the guard who had walked in, but a hooded man. You opened your mouth to call for help, but before you could get a sound out he was at your bedside, his hand covering your mouth.
"Don't scream, my love, it's me." He whispered.
You blinked at the voice, your mind taking a second to process what was happening. Your eyes widened, and you reached for his hand. He took it away from your mouth and intertwined your fingers together, his other hand pulling down his hood.
"Daemon." You breathed, looking up at his face.
The torchlight casted a warm glow on his handsome features, highlighting his strong cheekbones and sharp jawline. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him, hanging past his shoulders, his eyes were dark and clever, looking you over with admiration.
You pulled him towards you, your lips crashing into his. He let out a sigh, a sound that sounded almost pained, and returned your kiss. Then you harshly pushed him away, hitting his chest.
"Where have you been?" You demanded.
"I had matters to attend to." He told you.
"Three months!" You cried. "Three months I waited for you, and you were doing what?"
He smiled and pulled off his cloak, his eyes raking over your form. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin.
You wanted to be angry with him, you really did, but the look he was giving you, like he was starved, melted away your resolve. You leaned into his touch and looked up at him through your lashes, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Asshole," You whispered.
"My love." He whispered back, leaning down and placing a kiss to your forehead.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another heated kiss. You were angry, yes, but seeing him now made all of that fade away. Your ire could wait until the morning.
His lips were gentle and loving, and you were so happy that you had almost forgotten that he had been gone. He kneeled on the bed and pulled you close, his hands cupping your cheeks.
When he pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, smiling and breathing hard.
"I thought you left me," You admitted, your hands gripping his wrists, as though you could keep him there forever by holding on to him.
He hummed, his nose nuzzling against yours and you pressed yourself closer to him, trying to get as much contact as possible.
His large, warm hands moved down to the swell of your stomach. He placed his palms flat against the bump and leaned back, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Did the maesters tell you?" You asked, placing your hands over his.
He nodded, his eyes lifting up to meet yours. "How are you feeling?" He asked, with such gentle kindness that it made your heart melt.
"Big." You answered, laughing slightly. "I can't wear any of my old clothes, and I have to have new ones made all the time. And the way the ladies look at me when I go out..."
He shook his head, a breathy laugh escaping him, his thumbs caressing your skin. It was true that you had changed since the wedding, your body swelling with his child. You were nervous about how he would react, but the softness in his eyes and the way he touched you told you otherwise.
"I wish I could have told you the news myself, it's a shame you had to hear it from some crusty old maester," you said.
"It is a wonderful thing to return home too," he smiled, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.
He kissed you deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist. You smiled into the kiss, your fingers weaving through his long, silver hair. You could feel his lips turn up against yours, and you both pulled away.
He looked at you for a moment, his eyes raking over your features, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hands trailed down your sides, sending a wave of heat through you.
"My prince," you said softly, your fingers brushing along his cheekbone. "We've already made a baby. You don't have to do this."
He laughed, and shook his head, a look in his eyes you couldn't decipher. "I forget just how innocent you are," he said, his hands trailing down to your thighs.
âWell, whose fault is that?â You teased, smiling up at your handsome husband.
You sucked in a breath as he leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin.
"It's true, I've been away for too long, my lady wife has forgotten what it is I crave," he breathed against your skin, his lips finding yours once more.
Your hands slid down his shoulders and arms, feeling his muscles. He pulled back slightly and tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
"You have gotten bigger as well," you said, running your hands across his chest, feeling the hard muscles.
He smirked, a cocky gleam in his eyes. "Oh?"
"It suits you," you said, a playful smile on your lips.
His hand came to rest on the side of your neck, his fingers caressing your jaw. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and he leaned in, capturing your mouth with his.
"And you are more beautiful than the day we wed," he said, his voice husky.
"My prince flatters me." You breathed, a blush rising on your cheeks.
His eyes went to the ties on your nightdress, a row of pretty little bows that went down to the valley of your breasts. He tugged at one of the ribbons, the fabric becoming loose.
He pushed it aside and his hand moved up to caress your breast, his thumb rubbing your nipple, causing you to gasp.
"Still as sensitive." He said, a smirk on his lips.
He leaned down and took your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before gently biting down. You tugged hard on his hair, your legs kicking and squirming as he continued to play with you.
"Daemon," you moaned.
He hummed, the vibration causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you. He let go of your nipple, and his mouth moved lower, placing hot kisses along your skin, his hand pushing up your night dress.
"Perhaps a bit more sensitive." He commented, his hand brushing along your thigh.
He hooked a finger into the waistband of your small clothes and pulled them off. You were now naked, your body on full display for him, and he leaned back and admired his work. His hand on the swell of your belly, his thumb tracing over a stretch mark.
"Beautiful." He said, a sincerity in his voice that made your heart skip a beat.
You looked away, suddenly shy. You had only spent one night with him, and now he was here again. His touch, his words, they all still had an affect on you, making your stomach flutter and heart race.
He leaned down, and pressed a kiss to your bump, his hand resting on the side of it, his lips trailing lower. You smiled softly, and ran your fingers through his hair, the silver strands smooth between your fingers.
His hand came to rest on your thighs, gently coaxing your legs open. You watched as he positioned himself between them, his head almost disappearing behind your bump.
His eyes flickered up to yours, and his smirk was all too knowing, causing you to blush and turn away. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out and licking up your slit.
You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. He did it again, this time focusing his attention on that sensitive little spot he introduced to you on your wedding night. He placed a soft kiss on it, his tongue circling it.
"Dae-ah," you moaned, trying to muffle the sound by pressing a hand over your mouth.
You didn't know if it was the fact that you were pregnant, or maybe that you missed him more than anything, but everything felt different, his touch more intense.
His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, holding you down as his tongue licked and circled you. His mouth moved down and his tongue slid into you, making you arch and cry out. He lapped at your arousal, his tongue going in and out, the sounds he made, the hums and sighs, driving you wild.
He groaned, a sound that vibrated through your entire body, and his tongue went up, swirling around that little spot again, his mouth closing over it.
You moaned his name, your thighs squeezing him, your whole body trembling as your release washed over you.
He placed a few more kisses to the inside of your thighs before rising up, his hair messy and face glistening with you. He wiped his face with his arm and leaned down, his lips capturing yours.
You could taste yourself on him, and you kissed him hard, your hand tangling into his hair, the other reaching down to the ties of his trousers. He helped you undo them, and kicked off his pants.
His hard length sprung free, and you wrapped a hand around it, causing him to let out a shaky moan. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and his eyes locking onto yours.
You slowly started to stroke him, and he let out another moan, his eyes fluttering closed, his breath hot against your skin.
"My love," he groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand.
You loved the effect you had on him, the control you had. To have the prince of dragonstone, the most dangerous man in the realm, at the palm of your hand, made your heart flutter.
His hand found yours, and he guided it away from his length, a whine leaving your throat. He chuckled and gave you a quick kiss before positioning himself between your legs.
He slowly pushed himself in, causing you both to moan. It hurt a little, just like the first time, but his hands were on your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin, and he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, letting you adjust.
"My love, I'm not going to break," you said.
He smirked and gave a shallow thrust, a gasp leaving you.
"I can't be too careful with what is mine." He said, leaning down and giving you a heated kiss.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, his hand sliding up the length of your leg, coming to rest on your bump, his other hand planted next to your head, holding himself up.
He started to move, his length slowly sliding in and out, the pace slow and gentle. You could feel every inch of him, rubbing against that perfect spot. A soft moan left you, and you reached out, your hands on his chest, feeling the hand planes of muscle underneath his skin.
His thumb caressed your belly, his eyes never leaving your face, studying every detail, memorizing each feature. You felt so exposed under his gaze and turned away, your cheeks flushed.
He smiled, a soft, loving smile, and kissed you.
"How I've missed you, my beautiful wife," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
You looked up at him, seeing nothing but love in his eyes. It was the way he had looked at you at your wedding, the two of you standing there in the sept, whispering promises to each other. The world had disappeared around you, and in that moment you were the only people that existed.
He kissed you again, and began moving a little faster, the sound of his hips meeting yours filling the room. He groaned, his hand still gently stroking your bump.
"I can't believe such a perfect creature could bear my child," he said, his eyes trailing down to where his hand rested.
"Our child," you corrected, giving him a teasing smile.
He hummed, leaning back and wrapping his arms around your waist and helping you into a sitting position. He pulled you onto his lap, and you moaned at the way he was buried deeper inside you.
His lips left open mouth kisses on your shoulders, and his hands rested on your hips, guiding you. You braced yourself on his shoulders, his hands back on your bump as you moved. You knew he liked the feel of it, and he couldn't get enough.
Your name left his lips as you bounced in his lap, his hands cupping your ass, squeezing you. You moaned, your hands sliding into his hair, tugging at the silver locks. You were growing louder, your body humming, that feeling building within you.
"Not too loud, my love," he whispered. "I do not wish for the guards to hear,"
A moan, that was halfway to a laugh escaped you, and he cut it off with a deep kiss. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, as you kept moving, the feeling of your release building.
"For your lovely sounds are only for me," he continued, his voice in your ear.
You let out another shaky moan, his hands squeezing you. He was moving his hips to meet yours, and you could feel him shaking beneath you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, and pulled you harder, his voice soft yet commanding as he talked you closer to your peak.
Your hands gripped his arms and back, and when he said your name, a deep, low groan that sounded almost pained, you toppled over the edge, falling in a pool of ecstasy. All the pent up emotions and frustration that you had been holding in were released, and you let go of a final moan that you muffle in the crook of his neck.
He followed soon after, capturing your lips in a heated kiss and letting out a deep, satisfied moan. You clung to him, afraid that he might disappear if you didn't. His arms were wrapped around your middle, cradling you close to him, his lips pressed to your temple.
The two of you breathed in each other's air, a simple shared breath, your foreheads pressed together, your eyes closed. You could feel his lips on your sweat slicked skin, his fingertips still caressing your bump.
When you both had returned to your senses, he gently laid you back on the bed. He leaned down, the tip of his nose nuzzling against yours, and peppered your face with little kisses. You smiled and let your eyes flutter open, finding him staring at you, a sweet, lovestruck look in his eye.
He grabbed the blanket, and covered your naked form with it, tucking it around you, almost protectively. He crawled under with you,his head resting against your chest, his hand still protectively cradling the swell of your stomach.
You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and ran your fingers through his hair, smiling. He looked up at you, his eyes sleepy, and he pressed a kiss to your bump.
"I hope it's a boy," you said, continuing to stroke his hair. "With the most handsome features, and a true warrior, like his father."
"Mm," he hummed, his eyes closing, and his arms wrapping around your waist. "I hope it is a girl, a daughter that looks just like her mother."
He was silent for a moment, and you wondered if he had fallen asleep, when his eyes suddenly opened.
"Or perhaps both," he said, his voice serious, a glimmer of something in his eyes.
"Twins?" You laughed. "I don't think I could handle two little dragons running about."
He chuckled, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your skin. "I will be here to help you," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "I am not going anywhere."
"You better not," you warned, poking his chest. "You've kept me waiting long enough."
He laughed again and caught your wrist, bringing your finger to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there. He slid his arms back around you, and pulled you close, your foreheads touching, your noses brushing.
You were content, your heart filled with so much love for him, and as his breathing evened out and his eyelids drooped, you knew he felt the same. You drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what was to come. Of a big family, a happy life, and many more nights just like this one.Â
#house of the dragon#daemon targaryen#hotd#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen smut#daemon targaryen x y/n#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#daemon targaryen imagine#daemon targaryen x you#daemon targaryen fanfic#hotd fanfic#hotd smut#hotd x reader#hotd fic#hotd imagine#daemon x y/n#daemon x you#daemon x reader#daemon smut#hotd daemon#house of the dragon smut#house of the dragon fic#daemon fanfic#daemon fic#hotd daemon targaryen
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Leather gloves, jealous and dragons
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
Summary: After the moons pass and Aemond and Lady Y/n's marriage becomes increasingly stronger, there is only one creature capable of keeping the prince away from his wife for more than a few hours, Vhagar. Sometimes Y/n cares, sometimes she doesn't, but if there's one thing she never cares about, it's the thick black gloves that her husband wears when he goes flying.
WARNING: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, gloves being used inappropriately (a lot of things have been used inappropriately on this blog lately, I'm talking about you training yard), fingering, clothed sex, dom/sub tones if you squint, no description for reader.
Word cont: 2.900 k
Author's note: Okay, I was just casually scrolling through Aemond's tag when this idea came up, and yes I was writing the bottom half of the fourth chapter of The Gossip, but I HAD to write this story! @peachysunrize I hope you like it, I added some inventions from my head in the middle of it đđ. English is not my first language so be kind if you can.
Y/n Arryn was a respectable and well-regarded lady, throughout Westeros there were men fighting for her hand as soon as she was old enough to marry. Proposals came from the North, the Rech and even Dorne, but the one that was of most interest to Lord Arryn was the one that came in a black envelope with red edges sealed with the Targaryen family crest.
The hand of the king had proposed marriage between Y/n and his grandson Prince Aemond Targaryen. The young woman felt her heart come to her mouth as soon as her father told her what he had decided, she would marry Prince Aemond in two moons.
The first time Y/n set foot on Kings Landing she was terrified, the idea of marrying a man she barely knew making her thoughts cloudier than water. And when she met Prince Aemond, this terror increased even more, something she didn't think was possible.
He was as scary and taciturn as they had told her, he barely gave her a look and only said two words of courtesy, other than muttering every now and then while looking down on everyone as if he were from a race superior to mere mortals.
Y/n's fear became even more overwhelming after she met Aegon, Aemond's older brother. Her heart ached as she listened to the gossip around the fortress about how he cheated on his wife, how he was always drunk, and how he spent more time in the brothels than in the fortress. Sadness took over her, and she imagined how terrible life itself would be from now on.
How wrong she was.
Things began to change on the night of the wedding when the prince vehemently denied a bed ceremony. Y/n was so nervous, the fear of the nuptials was already consuming her, combined with the fact that other people would be watching it made her tremble, until Aemond denied the ceremony and ripped that fear out of her.
The remaining fear was quickly extinguished when Aemond gently laid her on the bed and made her cry with pleasure in a way she never thought possible. Her hands tangled in his silver strands of hair as he touched her in places that made her blush with embarrassment as she remembered the other day.
From then on, little by little, she got to know her husband and every day she became more grateful for that. He still had that stoic and arrogant air, but now Y/n could see behind it, she saw the small acts of importance he gave her daily.
How he made a point of having at least one meal a day with her, how he asked how her day had been, how every now and then she would wake up after a passionate night and find an arrangement of beautiful flowers on the table in her room. And each of these things from the smallest to the largest warmed her heart until it was completely melted by her husband, to the point where she couldn't wait to be with him.
Little by little Aemond spent more and more time with her, and when they weren't tangled in the sheets so close together that you didn't know where one began and the other ended, they were sitting in the gardens talking, or reading together in some quiet place, or even just quietly enjoying each other's company. At a certain point, the only one who could receive more attention from Aemond than Y/n was Vhagar since he almost always went on long flights with the dragon.
That afternoon in particular Aemond was taking much longer than usual and Y/n was waiting for him impatiently as she walked around the room. He had promised to arrive before sunset so they would have time to walk around the garden, but now the sun had already set and the maids had even lit the candles.
The loud noise of the door suddenly invaded the room and Y/n promptly got up to wait for her husband, as soon as he entered her field of vision Y/n arched her eyebrows ironically.
-Did you decide to show up, husband? - Moons ago Y/n wouldn't have spoken to him in such a way in her wildest dreams, but now she was so familiar with him that she often didn't have as much politeness when speaking.
-I'm sorry, wife. - He said, removing the belt with the dagger and sword and throwing it on the couch. -Vhagar was a little sensitive this afternoon, she tends to want to fly longer distances when she is like this.
Y/n just made a humming sound with her mouth instead of responding, a habit she had picked up from Aemond without even realizing it. However, Y/n couldn't help biting her lower lip lightly when she saw him still wearing his riding clothes, she had never said anything to him, but seeing him returning from the flight always affected her mood and it was almost automatic so that she got excited.
-Wife⌠- Aemond murmured, approaching Y/n from behind and holding her firmly by the waist. -Are you by any chance jealous of Vhagar⌠a dragon?
His voice was incredulous and Y/n burned with embarrassment. Before she could respond Aemond laughed, something that rarely happened, which made her blush even more as she tried tried to free herself from his arms.
-You don't need to be embarrassed, I find it very flattering that you feel such appreciation for me to the point of feeling jealous. - He arched his eyebrow, still smiling. - No matter how unreasonable it may be.
-Husband.. - Y/n complained grumpily looking at her feet.
At that point she was no longer red only from the small misbehavior, but also from the thin, rough texture of her husband's riding gloves against her sensitive, soft skin. That was always a problem, she couldn't help but sigh every time she saw Aemond arrive wearing those damn gloves. And when he ripped them off and threw them haphazardly on the table? She felt a pressure between her legs that made her want to jump on him.
-What is it? Why are you all bristling, wife? - Aemond rubbed his hands against her arms and Y/n shivered even more making him arch his eyebrows again.
-They're your gloves, husband. - She said looking at the floor. â They are rough.
-I can take it off if you want. - He spoke, still gently stroking her arms, but after speaking he noticed that his wife lowered her eyes and didn't respond and then, approaching her lips to her ear, he spoke in a low voice, almost making her sigh. - You don't want me to take it off, do you?
-Do you like rougher things, dear wife? - And with the question he ran his hands down Y/n's body and slowly pulled the fabric of the dress up and accumulated them on her hips, making Y/n gasp as she felt the rough gloves passing over her thighs and squeezing them. slowly. Aemond couldn't help but smile when he noticed his wife's reactions to the roughest touch.
-Come here my dear, I'll show you how much I missed you. - He said, pulling her more and more towards him, sitting in one of the armchairs in the room while he placed her on his lap facing the large mirror and guided his hands to his wife's knees, slowly separating her legs, now being able to see the moisture that had formed in her intimacy.
-I haven't even touched you yet, dear wife, and you're already so wet for me. - His delicious voice sounded in her ear as he slowly moved his hands up her thighs, making her desperate for him to get to where she needed him most. The sight of his gloved fingers running up her legs made her roll her eyes with desire.
Aemond smiled mischievously and Y/n held her breath, not knowing where to look. His smile intensified as he brought his fingers to her cunt and at this point Y/n was barely breathing with desire.
Slowly he guided two fingers to her entrance and rubbed gently, pulling some of the moisture concentrated there and taking it to the pearl, which he began to rub languidly, eliciting sighs and moans from Y/n.
-You look so beautiful when you open your legs for me. - He murmured, brushing his lips gently against the shell of her ear, making her let out a louder moan. - So beautiful making these perfect sounds when I've barely touched you yet.
He then moved his fingers down and with a smooth movement that made Y/n roll her eyes, he penetrated just one gloved finger into her cunt. The sight of his finger disappearing inside her as he admired her with that look of pure adoration made her want to cry with desire.
-Very good beautiful girl. - He sighed as he slowly moved his finger teasing her, knowing very well that she needed more. - You always welcome me so well. How about another one?
He had barely asked and Y/n was already nodding her head practically begging for him.
-Such a needy lady my wife is. - He murmured as he inserted another finger inside her, making her moan his name with praise. - I can't leave our bed for a few hours because it becomes a meaningless mess.
Aemond guided his free hand to the front laces of Y/n's dress and pulled them tightly, loosening her wife's neckline more and more until her breasts were exposed to his pure delight, who guided his gloved hand to her erect nipple. of her gently pinching him as he admired her reflection in the mirror.
Meanwhile he moved his fingers slowly inside her and the feeling of the rough fabric of her husband's gloves against her own soft and wet insides made Y/n see stars and sigh in contentment with the double stimulation. As Aemond fucked her with his fingers he found that spongy spot that took her body out of orbit, and when she moaned uncontrollably he smiled even more mischievously against her neck, leaving kisses and bites there, pinching her nipples even more.
-So good husband. - Y/n sighed, leaning on his shoulder.
-You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now. -He murmured, biting her ear and sucking it while he nuzzled his nose in her hair.
Aemond penetrated her third finger making her whimper, but unlike before where he caressed her gently, he now started to get into a rougher rhythm, still slow but with force. And Y/n in turn just clung to his arms as she threw herself back, leaning against her husband's clothed chest, and moving her hips in search of more friction.
-So desperate my wife, throwing herself against my fingers like a beautiful filthy whore. -He brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen across her face when he said that, so that Y/n could see herself better in the mirror, and the sight of her made her moan even louder.
His gloved fingers moving in and out of her cunt, his palm firmly massaging her mound, the fabric of the gloves slightly moistened and a white ring forming at the base of the fingers contrasting strongly with the dark color they possessed. The contractions of pleasure of her cunt crushing Aemond's skilled fingers as he smiled and bit her neck working even harder to coax pleasure out of her, he loved the feeling of her silky walls squeezing around him.
The way he curled his fingers and then moved them in and out made every nerve ending in Y/n burn. The roughness of the fabric was driving her crazy and she wanted so much more, she wanted to be set on fire.
-Husband. - She moaned, arching her back and pressing herself even more against him while turning her neck slightly to face him, taking one of her hands to his hair and removing the eye patch in the process. - I'm so close⌠so close. Please.
-I like it as much as you implore my dear. - He guided his other hand to her chin and squeezed it tightly, forcing her to keep her eyes exclusively on the mirror's reflection, the rough fabric of the glove making her gasp, while the sight of Aemond's now uncovered sapphire eye made her moan. - But I want you to keep your hungry little eyes on your pussy.
-See how wet she is for me, how well she takes my fingers, you are dripping my dear wife. - The movements became faster and stronger and Y/n felt some tears run down her cheeks as she moaned uncontrollably at the sight of Aemond's gloved fingers buried so deeply in her soaked cunt.
And when he accelerated the movements of both his fingers inside Y/n and his palm against her sensitive pearl, Y/n cried and screamed as she came against his hand, shuddering with pleasure.
Aemond was lost at that scene. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife's cunt writhing against his fingers as her juices oozed out between his fingers. Her face full of pleasure as she screamed and begged for his name was another thing that could easily kill him in that instant, he would certainly die happy with that scene.
-Look at the mess you make, my dear. - He said after removing his fingers from her trembling cunt. - Clean up for me like the good wife I know you are.
Aemond guided his hand to Y/n's lips and she lazily sucked on his gloved fingers. The taste of the fabric mixed with her own taste further numbing her mind, still clouded by the orgasm.
And Aemond could no longer contain himself when he saw that expression of contentment on her face as she sucked on his gloved fingers. And he quickly took her off his lap and bent her over the carpet, still facing the mirror, making her gasp from the abrupt movement.
Y/n had barely balanced herself and Aemond had already undid the laces of his own pants and guided his cock to her sensitive pussy. They both moaned senselessly as soon as he penetrated her completely. And he quickly brought his hands to the top of her dress, dragging it down and leaving her breasts completely free for him to massage and squeeze as he pleased.
He fucked her so well, and Y/n lost her breath with each firm thrust from Aemond and panted with pleasure as she whimpered for more with tears in her eyes.
She raised her head, looking towards the mirror again, and the sight of his hand massaging her hips and squeezing her nipples as he fucked her while still wearing those damned riding gloves made her eyes roll with pleasure, and she begged for him with Even more willing looking into his eyes and sighing when finding that blue glow that she had learned to love so much.
-I love that look you have when I'm inside you. - He groaned, rolling his eye with pleasure as he fucked her, and Y/n lowered her face once again. Aemond then guided his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at the mirror again, he wouldn't miss a second of that passionate look that his wife directed just at him and that made Aemond's heart race.
-No my dear, you keep those shining eyes on me while I fuck you like you deserve. - And removing his hand from her chin, Aemond went up to her hair and pulled it back, holding her firmly and keeping her gaze fixed on the mirror.
-Aemond, please. - She whimpered, enchanting him with those eyes that made him lose his head, and once again he guided the tips of his gloved fingers to the top of her thighs and caressed her forcefully, making his wife gasp and moan as she collapsed in front of him, who held her. by her hips as he fucked her with abandon looking for his own climax, which didn't take long to come when he came deep inside her.
The two remained motionless, their bodies pressed together and their breaths labored. Y/n brought her own bare hand to her husband's gloved hand and caressed it with gentle circles still completely lost in fleeting pleasure.
-You look even more beautiful when you're cumming all over my cock. - He murmured, still lost in pleasure against her hair, making his wife smile.
Y/n in turn, faced the mirror and sighed with contentment when she saw their reflection. Aemond behind her still panting with his usually stoic face relaxed in pleasure as he held her against him still holding her thighs firmly to keep her in contact with him as she squeezed lightly every now and then.
-Love you. - She said tiredly, still with her head lying on his shoulder, looking at him through the mirror.
Aemond didn't respond with words, he just mumbled like he always did. But Y/n no longer needed words, she had learned to distinguish every look, every touch and every sigh of her husband to know that he was also in love, especially when he pulled her even closer and left a soft kiss on her neck .
Tag list: @slut-for-m3 @fallout-girl219
#house of the dragon#hotd#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#hotd aemond#aemond x reader#aemond fanfiction#prince aemond#aemond targaryen x you#aemond targaryen imagine#hotd imagine#hotd fanfic#hotd x reader#aemond x y/n#aemond x you#hotd x you#aemond stannies#aemond targaryen x female reader#hotd fic#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfic#aemond imagine#aemond fluff#aemond fic#hotd fanfiction#hotd fluff#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon imagine#ewan mitchell#ewan nation
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Aegon II: My father named me as his heir
Otto:
#otto hightower#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon season 2#house of targaryen#house of the dragon#house targaryen#hotd fanfic#hotd#hotd fanart#hotd meme#hotd oc#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon x oc#aegon x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon ii targaryen#aegon the second#hotd aegon#king aegon#rhaenya targaryen#queen rhaenyra#rhaenyra targaryen#rhae#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon fanfiction#targaryen#hotd spoilers
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
đđđ§đ đđŤđ¨đŽđŹ đđ˘đŹđŠđ¨đŹđ˘đđ˘đ¨đ§
đđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Cousin!Reader
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ | You could not leave him. Not when your very breath was the only thing that kept him tethered to this world.Â
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ | 1,433
đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ | Arguing, Angry Jace, Desperate Jace, One curse word, Kind of hurt/comfort.Â
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ | This was requested by @intheheartoftheking. I had a million different ideas for this, but the inspiration wasnât there for any of them. So, I hope this is to your liking! Also, Varaxs is the name I gave the readerâs dragon!Â
masterlist
Sea salt kisses your cheeks as the gentle roll of the tide rushes below you. The familiar scent of your dragon fluttered in the breeze as the Dragon Keepers brought your ivory mount out to you. Varaxs growled deeply, as if mimicking the waves that crashed against the inky cliffs of Dragonstone.
Chills danced up your spine as the cold seeped into your bones beneath your riding clothes. The weather wasnât what had you so chilled, though.
Nervousness burns through your mind. Has your eyes darting from the dragon pit to the palace looming behind you. Every howl of the wind and every tumbling pebble falling from the rocks, kept you on high alert of discovery. There were more than enough troubles to keep your mind occupied, but should anyone catch you here before you could depart, your plan would be all for nothing.Â
The Greens had sent an assassin to take Rhaenyraâs life in the dead of night. Ser Arryk was unsuccessful thanks to his brotherâs valiant efforts, which cost him his life. But even if the Queen was unharmed, the usurper must still pay for the cowardly attempt on her life.Â
Rhaenyra still hoped for peace, though, and such wishes had her stalling her hand. You, as her stepdaughter and loyal subject, could no longer rationalize doing nothing.Â
And so, you were going to Kingâs Landing. Â
You dare not give thought to what could befall you once youâre there. But if death or something worse awaited you, then it would have been worth it fighting for your queen.Â
The wind seemed to pick up with his arrival. You didnât notice until a loud cry of your name sounded over the currents. You spin around and see your betrothed, Jacaerys, dashing towards you. Trepidation and unease flowed through you as you caught sight of his vexed expression. You hadnât told anyone of your plan, and you thought you had snuck away with no one noticing your absence. But of course, it was Jace who figured it out.Â
Heâs still in his princely attire, the Targaryen colors displayed proudly. The deep hues of black and red had always complimented him in the most alluring way. His boots kick up clouds of dust and sand as he comes to a stop in front of you. His lips pressed into a hard line, and his jaw clenched in irritation. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword like he always did, but the knuckles were white with the forceful hold he had on it.Â
âJacaerys.â You greet, meeting those serious, dark eyes youâve lost yourself in more times than you could remember.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He asks simply, but the sharpness of his voice made it clear this was no easy matter. His eyes burned into yours as he stood just inches from you.Â
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â You questioned in return. Deciding to let him reveal what he knew before you told him the whole of your plan.Â
He scoffs and swallows thickly. âI am not certain, but I am sure that it is something reckless and not something that my mother approved of.âÂ
Shifting your weight in the sand, you thought about how best to proceed. âI was anticipating no one finding out until I was already gone.â
âDid you think I would not notice your absence?â He asks incredulously, his brows rising in disbelief.Â
You shrugged. âI hoped it would take you a little longer.â A leaden sigh leaves your lips while the restless waters below you rage on. The light reflecting off the water shines like a beacon around Jace, and you have to battle against the longing ache that spreads through your chest.Â
âSomeone needs to scout Kingâs Landing. Gather what information we can.â You explain praying to the seven that heâll understand.Â
His eyes widened as exasperation ignited in them. âHave you lost your mind?â He exclaims, shaking his head of dark curls.Â
âJace-âÂ
âNo,â he insists. âYouâre not going. Youâre not going to fucking Kingâs Landing, where you very likely will be spotted.â His jaw is tight, and his eyes are just as troublesome as the waters crashing against the rocky shores of the island.Â
âSomeone has to do something!â You argue back, your raised voice causing Varaxs, waiting in the landing pit, to hiss with displeasure at your growing distress.Â
âAnd if you are captured? Slain? What then?â He sneered, a sudden thickness lingering in his words.Â
You lose yourself for a moment. Imagining all the horrors that could come upon you should anyone discover you even somewhat close to the capitol. Aemond held resentment towards you and your sisters for what occurred the night Luke took his eye. And Aegon was a mindless drunk, but no less cruel than his brother. But thinking of all their treachery just made you all the more determined to do everything in your power to see Rhaenyra on the throne. And Jace, good-hearted, compassionate Jace, as the heir.
âI have to do this, Jace. And if I meet my end, then it would be worth it to see Rhaenrya and you reclaim your birthright.â
Desperation colors his features, his sharp expression melting to one of concern and tenderness . Something that stokes the fires of your affection for him.Â
âI forbid you.â He finally declares after a long moment of silence.Â
âForbid me?â Your own frustration at last rises to match his. âYou are not my king yet. Youâre not even my husband yet. So unless you intend to tie me up, I will be leaving now.âÂ
You turn on your heel to approach your mount. Fully planning on flying off to Kingâs Landing before his voice breaks.Â
âYou cannot leave me!âÂ
You halt in your place, your throat growing tight upon hearing the sheer panic coming from him. Your hands twitch at your sides as the wind dies down enough to allow you to hear the ragged breaths sounding from your betrothed. Hesitantly, not wanting to be met with his distraught expression, you turned back to face him.Â
Raw desperation swam in his eyes. His lips, that had welcomed yours in so many devoting kisses, parted with pleading breaths. He closes the short distance between you; his hand captures yours before falling to rest against his heart. Heat flashes through you where your skin touches his.Â
When he speaks, his words come out breathlessly. âIt is no secret between us my devotion to you.â The strong fingers of his free hand, calloused from all his hours of training, fluttered over your cheek with a touch as light as goose down. âBut even before our betrothal, you were my guiding light. In the wake of all the chaos, there was you.â His normally collected voice cracks. He clings to his hold on you as if terrified of you vanishing from his sight forever. âMy entire heart craves only a fraction of yours. Even if only a piece of you loved me, that would be plenty, because that would mean at least a part of you was genuinely mine.â
âJacaerys.âÂ
His gaze flickers down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. âI cannot live in a world where you do not exist,â he professed. The air had been stolen from your lungs upon hearing his words. You were no fool to Jaceâs affection; you returned it tenfold. But never had he confessed such adoration to you.Â
âI cannot just do nothing.â You whispered, knowing he could hear you.Â
He was nodding along with your words. âWe will destroy them,â he vowed. âBut we will do it together. You cannot not be so careless with your life, Issa jorrÄelagon.âÂ
You do not wish to be labeled as rash or reckless, but the Greens must face retribution. For all the agony theyâve caused. You wish only to help your family win back the heritage that was stolen from them. One day, sit by Jaceâs side as he rules with all the kindness and strength you know him to possess.
But he was right.Â
You look down at his hand, holding yours to his heart. It beat as fiercely as dragon wings in the sky. Each pulse hammered in each nail of faith you had in him. âTogether?â You coaxed meeting his eyes again and seeing determination mingling with his sheer devotion.Â
âYou and I will take back my motherâs throne.â He pledged, pressing a reverent kiss to your brow. âAnd one day I will take you as my queen, and we will rule together just as we are meant to.â
This was shorter than I wanted it to be, but I'm just glad I was finally able to finish it!
Issa jorrÄelagon; My love
#house of the dragon#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon x you#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys x reader#hotd jacaerys#jacaerys x you#jacaerys targaryen#house of the dragon fic#hotd season 2#jacaerys velaryon x y/n#jace velaryon
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Perfect Size
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: reader is described as short, name-calling, swearing, Daemon being a horny menace, soft!dom! Daemon, talk of impregnation, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, smut
Summary: It was Daemonâs life mission to remind you of your size difference, in every aspect of your shared lives.
A/N: This is part of the wonderful @targaryen-dynasty 3K celebration, congrats by the way!!!! I had so much fun with this prompt. Enjoy everyone and enjoy the other wonderful and talented writers' fics. 3K Celebration Masterlist
My masterlist
The gods make humans in their image. They make them grow until they see them as perfect. Or so your Septa used to say whenever you were frustrated about your small stature. And it was no help that the greatest rake of the realm, Lord Flea Bottom, the Rouge Prince himself, made it his lifeâs mission to remind you of how small you were.
As children, you had been a bit taller than him. He had a problem with it. The need to be bigger than a stupid girl was great. His growth spurt came and he nearly towered over you, looking down at you with a smirk on his lips. âHow is the weather down there?â He would often tease. âJust fine.â You would retort back. âI hope your small brain will get enough air up there. A shame if you lost more of it.â Was your sarcastic comeback.
The older the two of you got, the taller he would get and you would only grow a few inches if you even grew at all. First, he was slightly lanky. His muscles had yet to grow. He would remind you of a newborn horse whenever he would stumble over his two long feet as he trained with his sword. Often giggling to his dismay.
âI will cut your head off, and then you will be smaller!â He would shout in anger when he saw you snickering. Daemonâs temper seemed to grow with every inch he gained. You enjoyed it immensely when it would rise because of you.
As young adults, it was fairly certain that you would grow no more. If you stood behind one of the large dinner chairs you could easily hide behind them. Everything seemed to dwarf you.
Daemon prided himself in the knowledge that he was taller than you. Towering over you like the Hightower in Oldtown. And he never passed down the opportunity to remind you. âShouldnât you be with your nurse, little one? I think you got the wrong room. The nursery is that way.â Or other things.
You would glare at him. Often kicked his shin when no one was watching. He would yowl in pain. Jump around and hold his leg. âYou little pest.â âMaybe you should get your head out of the clouds.â You teased back.
But there were the times he would call you more affectionate words associated with your small stature.
âWhy the sour face, my little love?â He mumbled into your ear as he stepped out of the shadows. He had been hiding from his grandmother and her attempts to put boring and plain noblewoman under his nose.
A huff of annoyance escaped your throat. âMother forced me to wear this ridiculous gown.â You seethed. Your teeth bared like a wolf snarling.
Daemon found your discomfort rather amusing. You looked like a pretty doll all dressed up. Your hair braided into the style of the land you came from. The gown so unmistakably the colours of your house, shining in the light of the candles.
"Oh, no - you're a lady and you have to wear pretty dresses and jewels and oh no, how horrible!" He teased you lightly. He leaned his head on top of yours. A habit he adopted quite recently. Loving the way you fit under him.
You snorted, very un-ladylike. But he was used to your characteristics. You were not one of those up-tied, boring wenches who tried to turn his head. He would rather gauge his eyes out before he gave them a second of his attention.
His attention was only worthy of one woman. And she was right literally under his nose.
He leaned down, just next to your ear. His hot breath fanned over the sensitive shell. âDo you think it would fit?â You could feel the smirk in his voice. You turned to him with a confused look on your pretty face. Â It stayed that way until you felt something. You felt it, him. Hard as a rock, pocking you through the fabric of your wedding gown.
Your face grew hotter than the flames of Caraxes. Your body stiffened as you felt him softly rub against your buttocks. He only laughed lowly. His chest vibrates, sending chills up and down your spine. âYou scoundrel!â You lowly scoffed. Your heart beating faster.
Not from his antics. Oh no, you were used to them by now. About the whole banquet finding out about Daemonâs little innuendo. âOh, little love. I am your scoundrel now. It was ordered by the Queen herself.â He chuckled darkly.
She hit his shoulder lightly. âStop it!â You tried to reprimand him. But your words fell on deaf ears. âOh, my little love. How funny you will look with my seed growing inside you.â He began to whisper his lewd words. âYou probably wonât be able to walk, so large your belly will grow.â
Your body grew hotter and hotter. It didnât help that he had you pressed to his chest. His erection pressed against the cheeks of your perfect ass. His hands wander lazily over the front of your dress. Stopping over your belly before wandering further down.
âOh my little love, will it even fit in your little tight hole? Or will I have to mould your little cunny so only my cock can fit inside?â Your breathing hitched at his dark, lustful words. Daemonâs predatory smile grew at your body's reaction to his scandalous words whispered so softly into your ear.
He often wondered if he was unfair to his wife. She was small, her body had nearly strained from the weight of the beautiful two children she had already given him.
He was right at their wedding feast. Her swollen stomach looked too large for her body. It hadnât been long before the first signs of pregnancy made themselves known.
From the small bump only three moons after they conceived. He still can remember how his hands could cover it until she was seven moons pregnant. She had been ordered to rest. To not exhaust herself too much.
Daemon, looking at the image of her laying in their bed, their little one nestled in her belly. The sight did things to him. Things where his darkest desires seemed light in comparison. Oh, how he had spent his days behind her, driving himself into her tight cunt instead of sitting in a boring small council meeting. His wife and unborn child needed him, and he needed them.
âAnother one?â You looked at him from where you stood. Childrenâs toys in your arms as you helped your daughters clean the room for the day.
Daemon just shrugged. âWhy not? Add another one to our hoard. What about you girls? Do you want another sibling?â He crouched down so he was level with Alyssa and Visenya. Both girls looked away from their task to clean up the solar, screeching with joy as their father spoke to them.
âThey are tots, Daemon.â You protested. Picking up more of the girlsâ toys. âThey will agree to anything if you say it with enough enthusiasm.â Daemon chuckled. âOh, I think they know what I am saying, elillus (honey).â He smirks softly. His eyes roamed her body without shame.
âIt has been so long.â âIt has only been a few hours. You had me in the morrow.â You snapped back. Cleaning your daughtersâ toys from the floor. Putting it into the chest designated for their toys. âI did not mean our coupling, prĹŤmČłs Ăąuhus (my heart). I meant another child. The girls are six and four.â He mumbled gently.
She looked up at him sitting in the armchair at the edge of the carpet where the girls were playing moments ago. His violet eyes were dark as he watched her like the hunter his prey. âI donât know, valzČłrys (husband). You heard the maester's words after Visenyaâs birth.â
Daemon saw the change in demeanour. He nearly had you, only a small push. âIt is your choice, ÄbrÄzČłrys (wife). I do not want to force you.â He stood up, kissing your forehead before helping you with cleaning the toys up.
You were tossing and turning in bed. Nothing seemed right. Thoughts swirled through your head. So many voices at once.
You wanted to scream. But you would only wake up your family.
âTell me what is keeping you from sleep, ÄbrÄzČłrys (wife)â Daemon's gravel voice rang through the room. He sounded tired. His back turned to you.
âItâs nothing.â You whispered. âBullshit!â Daemon groaned. Turning to face you. âIt feels like I am sleeping next to a bloody sack of kittens. What is it.â He tiredly glared at her. Knowing full well what was going on.
âYouâve gotten into my head, you menace!â You growled out. Pouting at him. His usual smirk grew on his lips, a soft chuckle escaping. âApologies for that, ÄbrÄzČłrys (wife).â âYou are not sorry, Daemon.â His grin widened more. âYou know me so well.â
A huff escaped your lips. âWhy must you torment me so?â Daemon sat up on his forearm, looking down at you. Your hair was splayed out in a messy halo. A bright smile adorned his face as he saw the light, tired glare and the pout on your lips.
âOh, little love, I vowed to be the bane of your existence since we played with the small dragon figurines our daughtersâ play with now. And ever since it was announced you would be my dear lady wife I swore to torture you even more.â He softly nipped at your collarbone, his large hands coming to rest on your rips, just under your breasts.
âLet me help you with your decision-making. Let me enter your little cunny and stay there when I cum. Let my seed fill your womb once more.â His imposing frame loomed over you. Covering you like a blanket.
âWhat if the maester is right?â âThe maesters are cunts who want to see me unhappy and you in doubt. They told you after Alyssa you could not carry another child. Two years later they said the same after Visenya.â He kissed your shoulder gently before his expressive violet eyes stared at you. âWhat is your body telling you?â
You bit your lip gently, A small rumble going through Daemonâs chest at your gesture. But he restrained himself. âI want another one.â You whispered gently.
A smile broke greater than before out on his lips, his dimples showing. âI will not let anything happen to you. The moment your body is resisting, I will get you moon tea or whatever is necessary.â You nodded gently.
His eyes darkened with lust. âNow before we can even discuss the pregnancy, we must make it happen.â
He lifted himself so his arms were on either side of your head. âOh my sweet, I longed to fill up your little cunny. Seeing it overflow with my seed. Stuffing it back in.â He laughed gently as you shuddered.
With haste born of his pent-up desire, he ripped all of your clothes off your and his body. You gasped softly, scolding him for literally ripping your nightgown. âI never liked it anyway.â He mumbled against the skin between your breasts. Slowly moving down to your stomach.
He worshipped your body, caressing your thighs and hips. Squeezing the flesh around them, even gently nibbling on it.
He kissed each and every lightning-bold-like scar. Mumbling with every kiss a small thanks. These were the marks of his children. Evidence of your brave sacrifice.
He went further down. His lips ghosted over the soft locks, his eyes watching you heave out breaths of anticipation.
A loud scream ripped from your throat when you felt his tongue plunge deeply into your wet core. The eagerness of his lapping overwhelmed your senses. His nose ever so lightly brushed against your pearl. Teasing it to shoot lightning throughout your body.
You came undone. His tongue, nose and two of his digits working in tandem to torture you. And it worked. Your back arched off the bed. Loud cries of his name and pleas for him to stop accompanied your downward spiral into the abyss of your pleasure.
He stared down at you hungrily. His vibrant eyes were dark with lust. He looked every bit the dragon he ought to be. âLittle rabbit.â He growled out. âSweet, little rabbit. Trapped beneath the large dragon.â
He leaned down again. Like Caraxes would decent upon his pray, Daemon came down upon you. Devouring you once more.
He held your thighs wide open as he ploughed into you. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin rang through the room. His large hand wrapped around your delicate neck, softly pressing against it. Your breathing coming out in small pants.
âYou should see yourself, little darling. My large hand is like a necklace on your throat. I can nearly wrap it around.â He chuckled darkly.
His words elicited shivers to run up and down your spine. This action causes your body to tense slightly. Daemon roared as he felt you squeeze his cock. âSeven fucking hells, woman! Do you want to kill me?!â He panted out. Driving his cock deeper inside you. The stretch is a familiar pain. But not too unpleasant. He had prepared you for him. And he would hate for you not to enjoy your coupling.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, sensual kiss. It was so different from the way his hips moved. So slow and loving. âI am not hurting you, am I, my little darling?â He whispered. You shook your head. âNothing I am not used to from you.â He grinned, nipping at your lower lip, âThatâs my good girl.â He whispered.
He picked up his pace. His hands on your thighs clawing into your skin. His knuckles are white. He groaned and grunted, looking down at you with an intense stare. Your own moans and cries mingle with his. Creating a symphony of pleasure.
He came with a roar of your name, his face buried into your neck. Panting heavily next to your ear. Your own climax is triggered by the feeling of being filled with his potent seed. Both your eyes closed in bliss.
He stayed inside you even as his member softened inside you. The grip on your thigh remains tight. Like he needed to be grounded by you.
Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, softly caressing his head. He hummed gently, letting you know he loved what you were doing. âDo not dare to stop.â He mumbled gently into your neck. You continued with your caress. Softly petting him like he was a dog.
He fell asleep like this. His spent cock inside you, keeping his precious seed inside you. His body acted like a blanket. Your hand in his hair.
#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen#daemon targeryan#daemon targeryen x reader#daemon x reader#daemon targaryen smut#daemon targaryen x you#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon targaryen imagine#house of the dragon#hotd fic#house of the dragon fic#hotd fanfic#house of the dragon fanfic
3K notes
¡
View notes
Note
Hey! I love your Cregan ficsđ is it okay if i ask for another fluff Cregan fic?đđ i just can't get enough of Cregan fluff
Poison Berries
Who would win? 100 tongues slandering the lady of Winterfell or 1 Cregan Stark?
Cregan Stark x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, insecurities, implied body shaming, protective!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this is totally me projecting cos my sis and i got body shamed today. it be ur own family i swear
"Where is my wife?" is the first thing Lord Stark says when he returns from his errands. He grunts as he dismounts his horse, eyes fixed upon the stable boy who takes his horse by the reins.
He grunts again at the lack of response and explains, "she told me she would be here when I returned."
The boy shrugs, "I don't know, milord. 've not seen milady all day."
He huffs and nods. He decides to simply look for you in your shared chambers, thinking you would probably be there. Finding your quarters empty, he heads to the library, then the solar, the kitchen, and soon- "where is my wife?!" is heard and repeated all across Winterfell.
Someone tells him you went into the woods to forage, and so naturally, he asks who you left with. He receives no name, and quickly it dawns you had left the safety of stronghold alone. His heart races. How long have you been out? By the old gods, how long have you been out?
Cregan mounts his horse at once and patrols the land. He screams your name out so loudly it disrupts the surrounding wildlife.
He snaps when he hears a response. He is unmistaken; that was your voice calling out his name. Quickly, he answers your call and rides toward you. He nearly leaps from his horse when he spots you, face crestfallen, hair frosty.
He calls your name again, much softer now, voice laced in worry. He captures your cheeks in his hands, hissing when he feels it's unnatural coolness, "are you well?"
You hold a guilty expression as he moves to rub your shoulders.
"Why have you left unaccompanied?" Cregan huffs hotly, his breath condensing with the air, "has something happened?"
"Cregan-" you place your hands on his chest. He stops rubbing your arms.
He watches how you lower your gaze. His face hardens with concern, "my love, speak to me."
You look up at him, eyes now pinkish and teary.
His jaw clenches. He huffs through his nostrils.
"I overheard... ..."
Cregan's expression softens. He clutches your cheeks, "speak," he rubs your skin with his thumbs, "I implore you to speak."
Your sigh turns to fog. You shrug, "they do not think I... I am a true Northern bride."
"True?" he snaps, "you are a Northern bride," he brushes your hair back, "I am Northern and you are my bride."
Your tears become too heavy.
Cregan's stomach churns as he wipes your tears. He hushes you and mutters under his breath, "there can be no truer bride than that of the Lord of Winterfell's."
"I fare horribly in the cold."
"You will grow accustomed to it."
"I do not know how to start a fire."
"Then I shall teach you, if you must lear-"
"But I do not look the part!"
Cregan's face drops.
Your tears begin to turn to frost. Your voice is small, "I do not look like the other ladies. I do not wear the furs well, I do not look shapely... I feel beastly. I was not forged by steel as you are, husband."
He rubs your cheeks, determined to warm you, "and who would slander my wife? Force her to feast on lies?"
You scoff and lower your gaze
"Would that you need be forged by steel-"
You shake your head, "it does not matter."
"It matters greatly," he releases your cheeks, "I will have them answer to their accusations," he clenches his fists, "and we shall see how their furs suit them when they've wet them."
You look up at Cregan, brows furrowing at the sight of his increasing fury.
"I would have them grovel," he mutters, "and sentence them to the Wall if they do not-"
You lips part, "Cregan-"
"Do they believe I would not do that much for the lady of mine own house? My lady?"
"Cregan," you rub the collar of his cloak.
He examines you. A line forms between his brows as he reaches for your wrist.
You look at each other for a moment. His thumb rubs circles on your skin. You raise your brows, "I... I picked a few berries for you," you turn to the basket that laid forgotten on the ground.
His gaze shifts to it.
"Though, I must admit... I am uncertain if they are edible."
He chuckles and takes your hand in his. He kisses your knuckles.
You offer him a soft smile.
The man hums, "perhaps we shall see by feeding them to the slanderers."
You whip your head back, "Cregan."
"A jest... a jest, my lady."
#cregan stark#cregan stark fanfic#cregan stark fic#cregan stark fluff#cregan stark fanfiction#cregan#creagn fic#cregan fanfic#cregan fluff#cregan fanfiction#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fic#cregan x reader#cregan stark x reader
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
-Benjicot Blackwood x Arryn!Reader
{Benjicot doesnât mind getting his hands bloodied if it means protecting your honour}
word count- 1.7k
!CW!//vulgar language, descriptions of blood// Enjoy my loveliesđ
ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââş
The Vale was all harsh winds and rain since the sun had first begun to rise above the horizon, a thick layer of fog rolls through the high mountains and over the hills creating a rather eerie atmosphere around the courtyard of Raventree hall.
You sit on the balcony that overlooks the training grounds with your sister, Jeyne Arryn, protected from the light rain by the stoney overhang. You both had been asked to unite your houses for a few days in hopes of getting the men more accustomed to the sword and shield a little faster.
It had been going great in all honesty, they seemed to have lifted each other spirits despite the pressure of the looming war.
âIs your friend down there?â Jeyne smirks, looking over at you with a playful gleam in her eyes.
She takes joy in the way your eyes widen ever so slightly, how you move away from the edge to slouch back into your chair. âNo, not yet.â You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in a harrumph.
You roll your eyes at Jeyne and the sound of her chuckles, smiling into her cup whilst she continues to tease you. Her jabs are soon cut off by the sound of men cheering and metal clanging together in excitement.
You immediately lean back over the stone railing of the balcony, looking down at the group of men searching forâŚ
Benjicot. He had made quite a name for himself over the past few moons, his way with a sword was⌠wild to put it more kindly. He was a madman on the battlefield, charging in with absolutely no fear, the complete opposite of the shy boy you grew up with.
For a small second your gazes meet. He waves softly, sending you a sweet smile which you happily return before heâs dragged away to the training yard by his friends.
The sound of your sisterâs giggling snaps you out of the moment, your face twisting into a small frown. âDo not start.â You huff, slouching back into the chair with a pout.
Your sister makes small conversation, keeping it light as you watch over the training. Benjicot found it hard to stay focused, his mind drifting over to the fact that you were watching him with your pretty eyes.
The pair of you shared plenty of fleeting moments together, lingering touches and sweet whispered words. You danced along the line of friends and something more but neither of you took the leap, too scared of ruining the deep friendship you have.
Benjicot sits on a tree stump, cleaning his sword with a rag as his eyes glance between the balcony where you sit and the men around the training yard. He was miles away, thinking about how he could see you tonight⌠perhaps a walk through the garden⌠or maybe sneaking you into the kitchens.
His mind soon gets away from him, all of his thoughts consumed by you⌠but then again when are they not?
The sound of two rowdy men snaps him out of his trance, his expression immediately darkening with his brows pinched together tightly. They sound drunk as they speak horrid nonsense about women, barely able to hold their swords let alone stand on two feet.
âIâd fuck her⌠bet her cunt is tight too, ey?â The taller one says, harshly nudging the other man's shoulder almost sending him tumbling to the floor.
Benjicots fingers tighten around the hilt of the sword, his knuckles going white with anger. He hopes for their sake that theyâre not talking about you. âMhm⌠bet shes a squealer.â The other man agrees, the pair of them chuckling.
The sound goes right through Ben, his blood running cold as he watches them cast their predatory gaze over to you as you lean curiously over the edge of the balcony.
The sword that he was cleaning drops to the floor with a dull thud. He acts way before he thinks, his body moving without hesitation and before he knows it heâs coiling back his arm, colliding his tight fist down against one of the taller drunkards face as the other scurries off.
A crimson colour stains his knuckles, the blood warm and wet in between his fingers. The adrenaline overshadows the pain that shoots down his arm, reducing it to a mere tingle that heâll surely feel later on. He watches the fool drop to the damp, cold ground, writhing in pain whilst clutching his nose as it weeps a thick red.
Benjicot opens and closes his hand, trying to lessen the ache. âPerhaps next time youâll hold your tongue.â He sneers before storming off with a mean glare that makes everyone step out of his way.
You had watched the whole scene unfold, worry immediately settling in the pit of your stomach, etching across your face. Your sister tells you to âstay putâ however her words fall upon deaf ears as you rush back inside, running down the halls and the twists and turns of the castle.
The Maesters chambers are where you find Benjicot. His aunt walks out of the room with a displeased expression, however, the candlelight gives away the amusement that flickers through her dark eyes.
She greets you with a warm smile, nodding her head. You return the action before slipping into the room, your gaze immediately finding his as he gives you a sheepish smile.
âHeyâŚâ his words break through the silence, the crackle of the hearth taking over once more as you wordlessly walk deeper into the room.
His hand was submerged in a dark oak basin, the water inside had long turned murky with a minty almost medicinal aroma. You sit down on the chair adjacent to his own, brows pinched together in concern.
âWhereâs the Maester?â You ask, looking at him with a small smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes.
âGone to get some sort of balm⌠I donât need it.â His words make you tut, shaking your head as you watch him pull his hand out of the water. He seethes a little in pain, teeth clenched.
You reach over for a cloth, drying off his hand but whilst being careful to not cause him any more discomfort, he was already shifting and squirming in his chair.
âWhat even happened?â You sigh, holding his injured hand against your lap. Your thumb ever so gently caresses his palm in such a way that it makes his mind spin and his heart skip a beat.
He swallows, clearing his throat. âTheyâ they were making⌠distasteful⌠comments towards you. I wonât repeat them.â He tells you, shaking his head firmly.
âHow silly⌠look at your hands over some words.â You scold lightly, although there was no real bite to your soft tone. You couldnât be, in fact, the thought of him defending you like this sends a pleasant warmth blooming through your chest. Although you wouldnât tell him that, for his own sake.
âIâm fine, I have no regrets. They deserved it.â He states, watching the way you bring his knuckles into the candlelight to assess the damage.
They were red raw, the skin split open at the tips of each knuckle save for his thumb. A purplish colour tints the delicate skin, the shade darker around the cuts then fading off into a more dull colour. It certainly was not fine.
âYou should be more careful.â Your words are hushed, whispered into the air, so soft that if he werenât sitting so close to you he probably wouldnât hear you. His eyes meet your own once more, admiring the way the candles cast an orangey light across your pretty features.
His fingers itch to reach out and tuck a loose curl behind your ear, to graze the back of his fingers along to warm cheek. But he refrains, even the mere thought has his stomach swarming with nervous butterflies.
You take another thin sheet of cloth, edges ragged with loose threads and the fabric an off-white colour. He looks at you with a quizzical expression, watching you dip one end of the cloth into the basin.
Before he can ask any questions youâre already leaning closer to him, knees bumping together. Your hand reaches out to ever so gently cup his jaw, fingers curling against his cheek to hold his head still whilst you wipe away a small mud stain just under his eye.
âThank youâŚâ he says, breath hitching in his throat at the way your thumb brushes along his warm cheek.
âNo, I should be thanking you, really.â Your words make him smile, his eyes softening. âThank you,â You add, your eyes searching his own.
He doesnât speak, he canât, not with you so close to him. He fears that he might have ruined the moment when silence wraps around the room. He suddenly doesnât know what to do with himself or if he should move the hand that rests upon your lap.
He lets out a small noise in the back of his throat, trying to will the words from his lips but none come and it only serves to cause his mind to spiral, cursing himself and his inability to speak.
The feeling of your lips against his cheek brings him back, his worries and fears ebbing away until the only thing that was on his mind is your flowery perfume and the softness of the kiss. He finally lets out a breath. His hand rests against your knee as you pull back, a pang of disappointment hitting his chest.
âYou donât need to thank me⌠Iâd never let anyone slander your name, but either way, you are welcome.â He finally manages to speak, the words tumbling out of his lips rather ungracefully.
You entwine your fingers with his own, minding his roughened knuckles, holding his hand ever so gently with your own. His thumb caressing the inside of your wrist, the calluses feel strangely nice.
âPerhaps afterwards we could walk through the gardens?â The suggestion makes his heart skip a beat, the image was already vivid in his mind, walking arm in arm with you.
âOf course, if it would please you, my lady.â He replies, hoping the words sound more graceful than before.
You hum in agreement, nodding your head. Your warm hands still in his own, the kiss lingering on his cheek, your knees pressing against either side of his own and your honeyed gaze still upon him⌠he realises heâs completely doomed, you hold his heart in the palm of his hand.
ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââşââ ââşââ âžââş
#benjicot blackwood#benjicot blackwood x reader#benjicot blackwood x you#bloody ben#house blackwood#benjicot blackwood fanfic#benjicot blackwood x y/n#benjicot blackwood fluff#benjicot blackwood imagine#ben blackwood x reader#ben blackwood#benjicot x reader#bloody ben blackwood#bloody ben x reader#bloody ben imagine#hotd fanfic#hotd x reader#hotd fluff#hotd fic#hotd x you#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fanfiction#ben blackwood fanfic#hotd imagine#hotd drabbles#hotd x y/n#hotd one shot#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon x reader#benji blackwood
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
The moon and his sun
Aemond Targaryen x Female reader
Summary: People would remember their story. Even decades after they were gone, Septaâs would tell young children about the one-eyed dragon prince and his sweet wife as if they were a part of a fairytale, too good to be true for the harshness real life possessed.
Aemond meets a young girl who quickly becomes his most cherished friend and changes the course of history.
Word count: 11.5 K
Warnings: Fluffy, Aemond finally makes a friend, characters will be aged up next chapter, reader is from a made-up house
AN: This is my first time writing for HOTD and I'm excited and terrified to share this story with you. I've had this idea in my head for so long and decided to finally get it out. Hope you enjoy xx
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue
~~
He was used to playing for second best.
In his short life he became used to disinterested gazes, murmurs of his supposed cold heart and fits of rage, avoidant steps when he passed, the curse he possessed as the scarred second son.Â
But never from her.
She looked at him as though he put the stars in the sky. She looked at him as if he was the reason the sky bloomed with breathtaking colors in the early morning.
He felt himself unworthy of her attention and affection, something she was aware of, and she would hold him and tell him all the love she gave him was very much deserved.
It was a sentiment he always had trouble not disputing instantly.Â
She made his miserable heart full.Â
Aemond couldnât believe his luck himself for the sun that entered his world and brightened his life.Â
He never believed he was worthy of her love.Â
And she spent her entire life trying to prove him wrong.
~~
It was a beautiful, sunny, cloudless day.
A day Aemond was dreading.Â
It wasnât often their family made trips away from Kingâs Landing. His father was King and most visitors made the effort to come to the Capitol and spare them the effort of a visit, but a sudden trip had their entire family uproot their usual routine and he found himself hating every moment of it.Â
Being dragonless, he was left to endure the crashing waves of the sea that made his stomach turn.Â
âThis place is disgusting.â Aegon said the moment they landed on solid ground.Â
âAegon.â His mother admonished with a steady glare. âThe Ixtal Islands are a beautiful place and theyâre home to one of the most powerful houses in the seven kingdoms. You would do well to show them some respect.â
âNot like theyâll offer me anything of importance.â He muttered bitterly. Rumors had spread of his mother and fatherâs desire to wed him to his sister Heleana, his future already planned for him.
His mood was immediately soured at the realization that none of the beauties he saw on the Island shore were his intended, but that wouldnât stop him from having his fun.Â
âWhy are we even here?â Aegon whined immaturely, making his mother suppress yet another eye roll in response.
âThe Lord of Ixtal is an old friend of your father.â
âI still donât understand why that demands my presence here.â Aegon rolled his eyes.
âOur council is in need of a new Master of Coin and your father is considering his dear friend. We are here for negotiations and our family is nothing if not loyal. Your father, our King, needs us.â Alicent answered shortly.Â
Aemond was excited to finally see the Island he had read so much about. He knew their history, their riches and goods they traded with the entirety of the realm. The Ixtal Islands were the most plentiful and prosperous house in the realm and he was in awe to see his readings come to life before him.
It was the socialization he dreaded.Â
Nobles would look at Aegon with respect, respect he didnât deserve even being the first born son of the King. Helaena would be regarded with reverence, a comparison to the Realmâs Delight.Â
But he was nothing more than a second son, easily brushed over.
Daeron was still just a babe, too young to understand the slight they possessed not having been born first, but Aemond understood all too well.Â
Their family was escorted into a grand throne room and Aemond was in awe of the intricate ornaments that decorated the hall and he briefly wondered why Kingâs Landing was where the most powerful man in the realm sat when this place existed.
His wide eyes eagerly took in every sight in front of him, admiring how the vast forest behind the castle casted a mystical green glow on the room from the giant window sitting behind the intricate gold throne.Â
âViserys!â A cheerful voice called and for the first time in a long time, Aemond heard his father laugh, a genuinely delighted sound as he embraced his friend.
Aegon shared a brief look with him, his shock at hearing his father's laughter clear in the way he furrowed his brows in bitterness.
âItâs been too long, my friend.âÂ
âAlicent, always a delight to see you, my dear.âÂ
Aemond noted the blush on his motherâs cheeks as the charming lord embraced her. He shifted on his feet as his siblings were introduced. He knew what came next, the flippant dismissal was familiar yet it stung each time.Â
He looked up as the Lord shook hands with Aegon and gave Helaena a polite nod, her body language giving him the signal she wasnât comfortable with anything else.Â
As he stepped in front of Aemond, he suddenly felt two feet tall under the manâs gaze. Until he smiled. It was a gesture filled with warmth he hadnât been expecting.
âAemond, a strong name for a strong lad.â The lord clapped his shoulder and Aemond felt his body straighten, his confidence reappearing the second he realized he wasnât going to be passed over yet again.
He looked up at the Lord with a smile, feeling more respected by the stranger in front of him than he ever had from his own father.
âYou remember my wife,â The Lord gestured to a finely dressed woman who smiled and bowed to them courteously.Â
âMy son and-â The lord stopped abruptly, suddenly noticing the absence of the person who was supposed to be next in line and looked to his wife who was already wincing, having expected the abrupt drop in conversation due to their eldest daughterâs absence.
âMy apologies, my daughter has lived here all her life yet still feels the need to explore.â The Lady of Ixtal explained, the lack of anger in her voice that gave way to begrudging acceptance made it obvious this was a common occurrence.
Viserys laughed and looked at his friend.Â
âYou could not possibly think your children would give you any trouble, would you?â He chided sarcastically to the Lord who could only laugh in delight at his beloved daughterâs antics.Â
Aemond watched the interaction with wide eyes, intrigued by the sense of ease that surrounded everything.Â
If they were in Kingâs Landing and he was late to an event, his mother would have his hyde.
Suddenly, the great doors slammed open and an armored knight was seen running into the room, his hand latched onto someone small who was giggling in delight.
âMy Lord, My Lady, I am so sorry, she wanted-â
âItâs quite alright, Ser Jerrod. I know my daughter could not have made it easy for you.â The Lord dismissed the unnecessary apology and smiled down at his daughter who smiled somewhat sheepishly as she passed by to take her place in line.Â
She smoothed her hands down the front of her silk dress and stood straighter, putting on the air of the perfect and primed daughter, as if they hadnât all just seen her enter in a tizzy five minutes late.
Her mother looked down at her and leaned over her brotherâs shoulder to pluck a leaf from her disheveled hair. Her eyes widened slightly, fearing retribution for her antics, but her mother only raised a teasing brow, silently admonishing her.Â
The girl brushed her messy hair off her shoulder and finally moved her gaze to their guests, a smile coming to her face as she met the eyes of the silver haired boy in front of her.
Aemond was rooted to his spot, his expression one of perplexed confusion. The smile she sent him, the gesture which was so simple - and usually faked by most at court - was blinding.Â
He was taken aback by the fact that she hadnât looked at the powerful presence that was the King or the Queen faithfully at his side. She hadnât looked at Aegon, Daeron or even Helaena, the only girl close to her age in the room.Â
She looked at him first.Â
She smiled at him first.
It was a gesture that wouldnât mean much to anyone else, but to him, it meant everything, it lifted the veil of neglect he was so familiar with from his shoulders, leaving him to feel lighter than before.
He listened as the Lord introduced his daughter and he ran her name over and over in his head, feeling his cheeks heat, a blush easily coming to his face as she greeted everyone, but her stare came back to him, smiling shyly.
~~
âThis place is beautiful.â Helaena spoke dreamily as she took in their surroundings.Â
They were granted leave to look around while the servants prepared to set up the welcome feast.Â
Aemond couldn't take his eyes off the white sand and the crystal blue water. He breathed deeply, relieved to smell nothing but fresh flowers and ocean water and not the filth that permeated Kingâs Landing.
âFather should take over this place.â Aegon mused, earning looks of disdain from his siblings, which he easily shrugged off. âWhat? Itâs much better than our shithole of a home.âÂ
Aemond rolled his eyes at his brotherâs crass nature and kept walking, praying Aegon would somehow get lost or at least get bored of his company and leave.Â
The sound of a loud laugh caught all of their attention and they walked their way through the lavish gardens to find it. Aemond suddenly became nervous as he saw the children of the Lord and Lady of Ixtal.Â
The oldest son was playing some sort of ball game with his younger brother. The youngest sibling was reading quietly with her Septa. But the eldest daughter was nowhere to be found.Â
As they stepped forward, the youngest son straightened and nudged his brother to stop. Catching sight of the young Targaryen princes and princess they let the ball they were playing with drop to the ground as they bowed respectfully.Â
âHello.â Helaena spoke brightly and the two young boys were helpless against her sweet nature and they both smiled and greeted her warmly.
âWhereâs the other one?â Aegon asked rudely, looking around for the pretty girl from earlier who was missing.Â
Aemond grit his teeth, praying Aegon wouldnât drive her away before he even had the chance to speak to her.
âSheâs in her tree.â
âHer tree?âÂ
The oldest brother pointed to the enormous willow tree behind them.Â
He called out to his sister, alerting her to the presence of the royal children and just seconds later, Aemond watched with a slowly growing smile as a lithe form began to descend the ancient tree.Â
She was slightly out of breath as she jumped the last few feet to the ground, brushing her already tangled hair out of her face as she practically skipped towards them.
As if her Septaâs teachings and her motherâs scolding from that morning had finally caught up to her, the smile on her face fell slightly, remembering she was in the presence of royalty. She slowed her pace and curtsied slightly clumsily as she came before them.Â
âIt is lovely to see you all again. I hope you are enjoying Ixtal.â
Aemond felt his face heat with a deep blush at the sound of her voice, the slight accent he heard capturing him instantly and he wished nothing more than to take the book from her young sisterâs hands and demand she read it to him just so he could continue to hear the beautiful sound of her voice.Â
âYour home is lovely. Iâve never seen anything like it.â Helaena spoke, breaking him from his thoughts. She moved towards the girl, the two of them engaging in easy conversation.Â
Aegon began speaking with the two brothers, learning the rules to the ball game they were playing, the young boys instantly getting along. Which left Aemond to stand by himself.Â
He shifted on his feet anxiously, contemplating if he should leave and find his mother. Heâd at least have someone to talk to then. The pit in his stomach that grew as the familiar feeling of loneliness settled over him broke abruptly at the sound of the beautiful voice again.
âWould you like to sit?â
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers and for a moment, he wondered if she had actually been speaking to him. His gaze found Helaena who was now kneeling to talk to the youngest of the children who was mesmerized by her lavish dress.
Which left the oldest daughter alone and her gaze on him.Â
He swallowed against the lump in his throat and stepped forward slowly, his heart racing as he took a seat on the bench next to her.Â
âWhat are you writing?â He asked after clearing his throat, wincing to himself at the nerves that lingered in his words.Â
âDrawing actually.â She corrected. âAnd not very well by the looks of it.â She shifted closer to him to show him the sketches in her notebook, the scent of lavender invading every one of his senses as her shoulder brushed against his.
His eyes looked over the shaky drawings of flowers and the willow tree she had been sitting in just moments ago.Â
âTheyâre beautiful.â
She smiled and the sight was enough to leave Aemond thankful that he was sitting.Â
âDo you draw?â
âNo, nowhere near as well as you.â
âYou must be shit then because these are awful.â
Aemond choked on his breath at her words, his wide eyes looking over at her in shock. She had a carelessness to her that he thought he wouldâve found arrogant, it was certainly how he felt about the other ladies at court who were so brazen before him.Â
But he found he could only feel enamored by the girl beside him.Â
A quiet laugh escaped him, his stomach flipping in ways he had never felt before.Â
âTheyâre not so bad.â He spoke quietly, his nerves reverting him to his bashful nature.Â
âYouâre quite the flatterer, Aemond.â
No words came to him, he was left to stare back at her, completely taken aback by her easy nature and blinding smile.Â
She continued to show him her other sketches, the conversation between them flowing easily, something that Aemond had never experienced.Â
Later, as their guards escorted them away to prepare for the feast, Aemondâs ears rang with the sound of her laughter, leaving him to hope he would hear it again before he had to leave.Â
He spent the night with a smile on his face, behaving more animatedly than he had in all his life. Alicent had looked at her second son with barely contained emotion, delighted to see him so at ease.Â
She was so caught up in her emotions, she hadnât even noticed how his eyes never strayed too far from the eldest daughter of Ixtal.Â
~~
The mischievous island girl was known to walk around the halls of the castle at all hours. It had happened so often for so long the guards didnât bother to stop her anymore and no one batted an eye when they saw her wandering.Â
She made her way to her parents chamber hours after she had been put to bed.Â
She couldnât stop the thought in her head and she had to see it through.Â
With a smile to the guard at her parentâs door, she strolled in as if it were her own chamber. Her parents looked startled for all of a second before they sighed in resignation.Â
âShouldnât you be in bed, Darling?â
âI was.âÂ
Her father huffed out a laugh. âSo what brings you here, Troublemaker?â
She let out a breath, her shoulders straightening, as if portraying herself as proper would help her cause.Â
âI want to go with you to Kingâs Landing.â
Her request did not go over as easily as she wished, she spent the next hour arguing with her parents, pleading her case. She may have overstated how much her decision to learn more about court, but her parents did not need to know her desire lay purely with her need to explore what the Capitol could offer.Â
Her parents knew she loved to explore and the chance to see a new part of the realm was too tempting to not indulge her in. Her parents loved her more than anything, they loved and doted on all their children in ways that left Lords and Ladies from other houses to scoff and roll their eyes in disdain.Â
They couldnât say no to her.Â
By the next morning, she stood at her fatherâs side as their ship sailed to Kingâs Landing, her arm linked through his, her head filled with the wonders of what this new place would have to offer.Â
A smile grew on her lips as she pictured the shy boy who had complimented her drawings and her excitement began to grow.Â
~~
She was more reserved than she had ever been as she sat beside the table of royals. King Viserys had planned an extravagant welcome feast for the Lord of Ixtal, his new Master of Coin and his daughter to welcome them to Kingâs Landing.Â
She had never experienced so many Lords and Ladies approaching her before, giving her their hand to shake and curtsey before them in greeting. It felt as though she had never truly existed until she made it to the Capitol, where the matters of the court actually held weight and prospect.
Her father had regaled many a knight and Lord over the course of the night, leaving her by his side to sit quietly, the overlooked daughter. She knew the power her house held, she knew the reason most Lords gave their good fortune to her father was to ensure their trade routes would continue prosperously. She knew she was nothing more than fodder at her fatherâs side.
She picked at her food unhappily, contemplating her decision to venture so far from her home, so far from what was comfortable. Her eyes rose from her plate, surveying the large throne room before her, catching sight of her father in talks with a large group of Lords from around the realm.Â
With a heavy sigh, knowing she couldnât interrupt her father, her eyes moved to the head table where the Targaryen family sat.Â
The head seat where the King sat was empty, he was busy at her fatherâs side. She let her eyes roam over the queen, taking in her quiet servitude and demure presence. Her gaze fell to the heir, Princess Rhaenyra sat with her husband Laenor Valaryon, her brows quickly rising at the sight of the brown haired children sat beside the silver-headed wedded pair.Â
Her eyes fell to Queen Alicentâs children, a small smile growing as she caught the gaze of Princess Helaena, the quiet girl sparing her a wave to which she eagerly reciprocated.Â
She was never one to fade into the background and she eagerly took the Princessâ gesture as a sign of goodwill, standing from her seat to make her way to the head table.Â
Helaena beamed at the girl as she approached, oblivious to her elder brotherâs lustful intrigue and her younger brother who sat up straighter as the girl approached.Â
âHello, my Lady, I hope Kingâs Landing is treating you well.â Helaena greeted the girl happily.Â
âIt is lovely, Princess. I am sincerely grateful to your father for allowing myself and my father to reside in your home.â
âWe are delighted to have you.â Helaena assured her. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment, her face turning bashful for a moment. âThe ladies of the court will be gathering tomorrow, you should join.â
âIâd love to.â She responded eagerly, relieved to know her newfound solitude would not be long held.Â
âYou should join us for breakfast as well. I can show you my collection.â Helaena added excitedly.Â
âBy the Gods, Helaena.â Aegon groaned beside her.Â
âCollection?â She asked, staunchly ignoring the prince sitting next to the blushing princess.
âMy insects. Iâve collected quite a beautiful group of them. Iâd love to show you.â
Helaena had a lovely innocence to her she was powerless against.Â
âIâd be delighted to see them.â She told the princess sincerely, hoping she had found a friend in the eccentric girl. âIâve also heard wonderful things about your library. Iâm eager to read the works about Valryian history and the Targaryen dynasty. There are only rumors where I come from.â
Aemond sat forward in his seat, his eagerness to interject himself finally coming to a head.
âI can show you to the library.â Aemond offered, finally making his presence known.Â
âOh, I wouldnât want to take you from your duties.â
âYou wonât.â He insisted, positive his face was blooming with a pink blush as her attention now lay on him. âThere are many books that have not been translated, I would be happy to read them to you.â
He seemed to melt under her gaze that watched him curiously.Â
âYou would do that?â
âOf course.â He insisted.
âThat would be wonderful.âÂ
He was thankful he was sitting because her smile would have knocked him off his feet.Â
By the next morning, as soon as the sun rose, he was sitting in the library, anxiously anticipating her arrival. He didnât have to wait long until the door creaked open and her eager eyes took in the vast shelves around her.Â
She greeted him with happiness as if they were long time friends, causing his stomach to flutter in ways he had never felt before.Â
âThis is incredible.â She mused, eyeing the many books she had to indulge in.
They spent the afternoon together, her at his side as he read the Valryian texts of their history, stopping every few minutes to answer the many intrigued questions she had.Â
Aemond was sure his face was on fire, he had never blushed so hard. No one had ever taken such an interest in him, no one had ever paid so much attention to him, no one had ever bothered to listen to him.
But here she was, this girl at his side, eager to know more, asking question after question, trusting him to give her the answer. As soon as he began to fear he had spoken too much, taken too much of her time sheâd drawl out âtell me moreâ or âwhat happened nextâ and he was rooted to his seat, turning to the next page as he explained the history of the Targaryen dynasty to her eager ears.Â
He had never felt so important.Â
~~
Kingâs Landing proved to be just as wondrous as she dreamed it. Granted, it didnât have the luxurious beaches or sprawling forests her home did, but she was just thrilled to be exploring a new corner of the world.
Aemond had quickly become her closest ally. He had taken to showing her every inch of the place he thought she would enjoy, dragging her along to the mazes of gardens, the weirwood tree, the luxurious Sept, but her favorite had to be the library. She had spent many late nights with Aemond at her side, perusing through the many ancient works of Valyrian history.Â
It fascinated her, but she couldnât deny she loved to hear Aemondâs voice as he read to her, enthralled with stories of Aegon the Conqueror and his two sister-wives, stories of ancient dragons and their riders, of wars long passed.
A week into their stay, as she broke her fast with her father, she was practically bouncing in her seat, shoveling her food into her mouth as quickly as she could, eager to get the meal over with so she could meet with Aemond and Helaena, the two of them quickly becoming her closest confidants. Â
âSlow down, my love, youâre going to choke.â Her father warned with a chuckle at her enthusiasm.Â
âSorry.â She mumbled through the food in her mouth, causing her father to grimace at her very unlady-like behavior.Â
âYour eagerness wouldnât have anything to do with a certain Targaryen, would it?â He asked slowly, his knowing smile teasing her clear affection for the young boy she was growing closer to each day.Â
âHelaena and I are good friends.â She shrugged, effectively dodging her fatherâs prying. He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, watching her thoughtfully. He had no idea where she had gained such a witty mouth, it certainly wasnât from him or his sweet, quiet wife.Â
She finished the rest of her breakfast at record speed and hopped out of her seat, pressing a quick kiss to her fatherâs cheek.
âIâll see you at dinner!â She called out over her shoulder as she skipped to the door.Â
âBe safe!â He called out, but she was already racing down the halls. He looked to the guard at the door pointedly who nodded and trailed after the rambunctious girl.Â
She slowed her pace once she reached the courtyard, suddenly very aware of the many eyes that would be on her if she was caught sprinting through the halls. She spotted a head of silver hair by the gates and she beamed, throwing all care out the window as she began to jog towards him.
âAemond!â She called out and watched as the boy turned to her, his own smile growing at the sight of her.Â
âTook you long enough.â He jested playfully and reveled in the dramatic scowl she sent him.Â
âIâm not late. You are just an insane man that voluntarily wakes with the sun.âÂ
It was so small, something so miniscule, but it still managed to make his heart race. Knowing she remembered a small detail about him, no matter if it was something that was so inconsequential, was something he couldnât wrap his head around.
He hadnât expected it to affect him the way it did.
~~~
She found herself with Helaena in the gardens, finding any bugs she could for the enigmatic
princess. Digging a jittery bug out of the dirt, her nose scrunched in distaste as the many legged creature crawled over her hand.
âWhat is this thing?â
Helaena peered over curiously and a wide smile beamed on her face.
âThatâs a beetle.â
âTheyâre not poisonous, are they?â
The princess laughed in amusement at the widened eyes that met her gaze and she shook her head. âNo, youâre safe.â
The girl nodded and, though still on edge, was less stressed as she held the bug in her hands.Â
Helaena, preoccupied with her own bugs, stole frequent looks at the girl next to her, noting the unease in her eyes. She smiled lightly and leaned in close to her.
âYou donât have to do this with me. I know not everyone likes the things I like. I can do this by myself.â
The girl looked startled by her words, a frown growing on her usually bright features and she looked down at the bug in her hands again, her eyes shifting from a look of disgust to one of determination, as if she could force herself to not feel grossed out at their existence.
âI like being here with you.â She said softly. âI donât really have anyone else here.â
Helaena frowned, the thought of her brother immediately coming to mind and the smile that would grace his usually sullen face every time he was with the Island girl. As if she had conjured him herself, she looked over her shoulder, noticing him coming their way.
âHello, Brother.â She smiled, though it was futile as his attention was locked onto the beauty beside her.
âHello.â He spoke, though his eyes never left his sisterâs friend. âWhat are you doing?â
âFinding bugs. Would you like to join?â
Helaena, having expected a ânoâ, given it was always Aemondâs answer anytime she asked him for help digging through the gardens, was shocked as he took a seat among them and dug his hands in the dirt before them without question.
The Princess watched with barely contained delight as her brother and friend immediately started conversing as if she werenât there, the comfortable ease between them thriving.Â
Usually she would feel slighted by such an occurrence, but rather than feeling ignored, she was happy to see her brother, who was usually so serious, look completely unburdened. She worried about him, about how tightly wound he was, but since the Lord of Ixtal and his daughter had come to Kingâs Landing, she had noticed his demeanor change, as if he could finally take a deep breath and release the things that so often held him down.
Aemond looked at the dirt beneath his fingernails and mourned at what his night routine would be subjected to, but he found he didnât care all that much. The stolen glances to the girl beside him had all sense of propriety out the window.Â
âDo you do this every day, Princess?â She asked the Targaryen who shrugged shyly.
âMost days. I find I prefer the company of bugs over people.â
The bark of laughter that left her had both the siblings smiling, her joyful nature contagious.Â
Aemond was transfixed, until he heard his name and he was forced out of his daydreams. He looked up at Aegon who was standing before them, judgment painting his features.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âWeâre digging for bugs, Brother.â Helaena answered innocently, her eyes thankfully locked onto the caterpillar on her finger so she didnât see how her brother rolled his eyes in disdain.
Aemond glowered at his brother, his mood dampened, his protectiveness for his sister rising involuntarily whenever he was around. He hated seeing Helaenaâs eyes dim with every one of his hurtful words.
The Island girl looked between the siblings, beginning to understand just how different they were to her and her own siblings. The more time she spent with Aegon, the more she disliked him. She looked back at Aemond and frowned, noticing the dower expression grow on her friendâs face, and she called his name.Â
âHmm?â
âWhat are these?â She asked, her dirt covered fingers trailing over the petals of the flowers in front of them, diverting his attention from Aegon.
âMarigolds.â He answered quickly, as if he wanted her to be impressed by his knowledge. âYou donât have these in Ixtal?â
âNo. Itâs a shame, theyâre beautiful.â
Aemond bit his lip, his heart racing as she moved back to digging for bugs. He ignored the nerves that coursed through him and reached out to pluck the flower.Â
âHere.â
She looked up and her eyes widened, her cheeks burning as he tucked the flower behind her ear, his shy smile mirroring hers, his hesitance clear, but his bravery clearer.
Aegon scoffed, rolling his eyes at the pair.Â
The noise caused them both to glare at the older Targaryen, their eyes narrowed in annoyance.Â
âYou two are pathetic.â
âItâs not our fault your pea sized brain cannot comprehend the idea of caring for someone other than yourself.â She snarked easily, making Aemondâs eyes widen as he nervously looked between her and his brother whose face twisted in anger.
Thankfully, his brother was smart enough to know not to start a fight with her and he stomped away, most likely in search of more wine.
âYou shouldnât do that.â Aemond mumbled, his worried eyes lingering on his brotherâs figure as he stormed off.
âDo what?â
âAntagonize him.âÂ
âSomeone needs to knock him off his high horse. Why canât it be me?â She shrugged, perfectly content to be the antagonist in Aegon Targaryenâs life.
âBecause I donât want anything to happen to you.â
âWhy would anything happen to me?â
âBecause⌠heâs⌠itâs Aegon.â He stressed, as if his brotherâs existence was enough explanation.
âYes, and heâs an absolute cock.â
Aemondâs eyes widened, not expecting the vulgar word to leave her lips. Helaena giggled and leaned into the girl at her side. His shoulders slumped and he allowed himself to laugh, amazed yet not surprised at her ability to evade him of his worries.Â
~~
A body crashed into her as she turned the corner, almost knocking her off balance, but arms that quickly wrapped around her waist stopped her from falling to the floor.Â
She recognized the boy immediately.Â
âAemond.â She greeted breathlessly with a smile. He pulled away from her instantly, taking a step back to create space between them, his head bowed downwards, avoiding her gaze.Â
But she saw the tear streaks through the stains of ash on his cheeks. Her smile fell and she stepped towards him, her hands gently lifting his chin, though he vehemently refused and harshly pulled himself away from her.Â
âWhat happened?â She asked, trying to keep the hurt from her voice at his avoidance, something she had never experienced from him.
âNothing.â
âAemond.â She admonished gently. She hated when he acted like this, so unlike the kind boy she knew.Â
He kept his head down and she sighed heavily, crossing her arms over her chest.Â
âI wonât leave you alone until you tell me what happened.âÂ
Aemond huffed and side stepped around her to continue on his way to lock himself in his chambers and wallow, but she was too quick. She grabbed his hand to stop him and pulled him back towards her.Â
He spoke her name, the groaned pronunciation indicating he wasnât in the mood.Â
âI just want to go to my chambers.â
âFine. We can go together.â She said simply and linked her arm through his as they began to walk.
Aemond let out a long breath, his annoyance flaring for a second, but the moment he looked over at her it faded away into nothing. He brought his arm that was linked with hers closer to his chest, as if needing her touch to soothe his nerves.Â
He thought he wanted to be alone. After his mother had brushed off his tears and scolded him yet again for venturing through the dragon pit, he just wanted to wallow by himself, but with her arm in his, her steady presence at his side, he found he wanted nothing but to be with her.
Once they made it to his chambers, he reluctantly let go of her and practically slumped his way to sit on his bed, his head bowed down to his feet, his brother and nephews' latest prank ruminating in his head, causing shame and anger to cascade over every inch of him.Â
âAre you going to tell me what happened now or am I going to have to force it out of you?â
Aemond huffed at her words and began to fidget with his fingers, focusing on the sand that lingered on his skin rather than meeting her inquisitive gaze.Â
She rolled her eyes and moved to sit next to him on the bed, brushing the sand from his hair.Â
âWere you in the dragon pit again?â
He nodded wordlessly and she felt something inside her clench. She would never understand the hole in Aemondâs heart, how his lack of a dragon made him feel so worthless.Â
âThey said they found a dragon for me.â He mumbled, causing her to look over at him with concern, her stomach sinking at the hurt she heard in his voice, knowing his dreams hadnât come true that afternoon.Â
She knew it could only be a cruel prank at his expense.Â
âThey gave me a pig.â
Her shoulders slumped, her hand reaching out to grab his, intertwining their fingers with an ease as though she had done it a million times before. She had only held his hand a few times and it made Aemond blush bright red every time, even now as he wallowed.Â
âIâm sorry. They shouldnât be so cruel to you.â
âTheyâre right. Itâs pathetic, a Targaryen without a dragon.â
âAemond-â
âMaybe Iâm not worthy and Iâll never get a dragon, maybe thatâs why my egg never hatched. I donât deserve it.â
âStop it.â She spoke sternly, gripping onto both his hands in an effort to calm him down from his ranting. âYou are every bit as good as any one of them, dragon or no dragon.â
Aemond sighed shakily and moved his gaze back down to his shoes, feeling as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.Â
âWhat if I never find one?â He asked quietly, as if afraid to speak the possibility out into existence.Â
âYou will. I know you will.â She assured him, though it did little to release him from his sadness. âThere are plenty of Targaryens that didnât claim dragons until later in life.â
Aemond gave her a plain look, to which she just smirked. Serves him right for teaching her about his family history.Â
âAemond, weâre young, we still have so much life to live. Itâs not over because you donât have a dragon yet. You have so much time to find what youâve always wanted.â
The breath that escaped his lips left him feeling lighter, his hand finally gripping hers back, sending a bashful smile her way, hoping it was enough to convey how grateful he was for her.Â
He didnât think he could ever find the words to tell her.Â
âYouâd be with me, wonât you? For my first ride?â
âYou would want me there?â
âOf course I would.âÂ
She smiled and he was powerless but to return his own. âThen Iâll be there.â
~~
Aemondâs glare was steady on his face, his eyes locked onto the Strong bastard that twirled her around.Â
How dare he ask her to dance, how dare he touch her, how dare he make her smile.
His disdain for his nephews was clear, they certainly didnât give him much reason to be cordial, but this was the last straw. Seeing Jacaerysâ hands on her made his blood boil.Â
Those damned nephews of his had already stolen her away from his side that afternoon. He could only watch helplessly as she played around with the bastards and spoke politely to his half sister Rhaenyra.Â
He almost resented how sweet his friend was. He loved her kind heart, he just hated when it extended to his elder half sister and her sons who he despised.Â
He hated when Jacaerys and Lucerys stole her away from his side. It was happening more and more as they became closer. He felt like he was losing her, the more times she spent breaking her fast with his eldest sister and her brood, the more he dreaded every moment away from her.Â
She was his only friend, the only one he felt truly understood him, or at least made the effort to. Losing her would mean losing the only shred of happiness heâd managed to find for himself.Â
He averted his gaze from Jace and the Ixtal girl, the sight of both their bright smiles becoming too painful.
âThey seem to get along well.â His father mused, prompting Aemond to torturously follow his gaze to the pair yet again.Â
His heart began to race at the insinuation, at the knowing look in his fatherâs twinkling eyes.Â
âYes, he seems to be quite taken with her.â Rhaenyra noted with a loving smile.Â
âTheyâd make a fine match.â His mother added. Aemond looked to his mother, betrayal in his gaze. His mother knew how much his friend meant to him, she knew someone so precious shouldnât be shackled to a bastard.Â
He refused to hear another word. His chair screeched loudly against the floor as he abruptly stood and made his way out of the room as if there were no air left for him to breathe. They couldnât take her away from him, they couldnât give her to that bastard.Â
He raced to his chambers, hoping he was quick enough that no passing guards could see the tears forming in his eyes.Â
By the next day, he found himself in the gardens, his eyes locked onto the open book in his lap as he read and re-read the same sentence over and over, his racing mind not allowing him to focus on the words in front of him.Â
The dread he had been feeling since the night before had not dissipated in the slightest.
âAemond!âÂ
His heart leapt within his chest at the sound of her voice. His hopeful eyes looked around the garden before landing on her and a feeling of lead settled within him, bringing him right back down to his dour mood as he noticed Jace and Lucerys beside her.Â
She motioned for him to join but he just shook his head softly and moved his gaze back down to his book.Â
He let out a long breath, trying his hardest to ignore the bitterness that grew in his heart, one that was all too familiar from before he met her. He startled slightly as a body slumped next to him. He looked up and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her looking at him questioningly.
âWhy are you sulking?â
âIâm not sulking.â
She breathed deeply, as if disappointed by his obvious lie. âWhy didnât you join us?â
He shrugged, he couldnât very well tell her the truth about how he despised his nephews and seeing her with them was like a dagger to the heart, how he feared losing her, his greatest friend.Â
âI didnât want to intrude.â He spoke softly.Â
Her eyes narrowed at his words, her gaze moving to the two Velaryon boys who were talking quietly amongst each other, their curious eyes occasionally drifting to her and Aemond.Â
She knew there was tension among them, the way they seemed to side with Aegon and play along in the cruel pranks he would play on Aemond always made her stomach twist. She suddenly felt guilty that she had never considered how it would make Aemond feel to be forced in their vicinity after how they treated him.Â
She turned to her friend and shuffled closer to him.Â
âYou could never intrude.â
Aemond looked over at her, but quickly averted his gaze, finding it just too much to look in her eyes while she sat so close to him.Â
âYou donât have to stay with me. If you want to be with them, I wonât stop you.â He spoke quietly. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel smothered by him.Â
âIâd rather be with you.â
Her answer left him using all of his willpower to keep himself from marching directly to his father and demanding a betrothal this instant.Â
She chose him.Â
No one had ever chosen him.
~~
She was bored out of her mind. With Aemond and Helaena gone to Driftmark for Lady Laenaâs funeral, she was left without her closest confidants, leaving her little to do in their absence. She wished sheâd been granted leave to attend the funeral with them, but her father had never met Laena and had been tasked with extra duties while the King was gone, leaving her to stew in her loneliness.
She was curled up on the settee by her bed, her sketchbook in her lap as she scrawled out an attempt at drawing Dreamfyre, to horrible failure.Â
A soft knock on her door made her lift her head and she sat up straighter when her father entered. The look on his face made her stomach twist, dread falling upon her like a crashing wave.Â
She got to her feet quickly, feeling unsteady on her now weak legs.
âDarling, there was an⌠incident on Driftmark.â
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart racing. âWhat happened?â
âI wasnât privy to all the details but all I know is that Aemond has been injured.âÂ
The breath was knocked out of her and at the first sign of her face crumbling into despair, her father crossed the room and held her tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as the first sob broke free.Â
âIs he alright?â
Her father let out a long breath at her hiccuped words, holding her tightly. He knew his daughter had certain affections for the young boy, but hearing her now made him realize just how deeply she cared for him.Â
âThe Maesters say he has lost an eye.âÂ
A shuddering breath escaped her and she suddenly felt faint. She had no idea how, what could have unfolded, who would dare to do something so barbaric to him.Â
The next days were spent in agony. She barely left her chambers. Every time her father came to check in on her, he found her sitting by her window, her gaze locked onto the horizon, waiting eagerly for the Targaryen familyâs arrival.Â
On the third day of her lonely torment, she finally spotted it. Dragons on the horizon. She was on her feet in a second and racing down to the courtyard. She was out of breath and disheveled by the time she made it, but her pace only quickened when she saw Helaena with her mother.Â
She called out to her friend and Helaena let out a breath of relief when she saw her, her arms opening for her as she approached.Â
Helaena didnât let many touch her, but she was one of the lucky few she allowed.Â
âAre you alright? Whereâs Aemond? Will he be ok?â She fired off questions, not even able to get a breath out through her frantic words.Â
âItâs alright, my Darling. Aemond will be fine.â Alicent consoled her, placing her arm around the shaking girlâs shoulders.
âWhere is he?â
âHeâs been taken to the Maesterâs solar. Heâll have to spend some time there while he heals.âÂ
âWhat happened?â She asked breathlessly.
âWhat I told him.â Helaena interjected calmly. âHe gained a dragon, but he had to close an eye.âÂ
She looked at Helaena with shock. âHe⌠he claimed a dragon?â
She couldnât make sense of the despair, relief and joy she had felt all at once. Knowing Aemond and his endless plight to gain a dragon, she knew he would see it a worthy trade, but the thought of him injured, permanently maimed, made her want to crumble to the ground below her.Â
After bidding goodbye to Alicent and Helaena, she made her way to the Maesterâs wing of the Keep. She was denied entry, but she was determined to not let it stop her. Each day, at the crack of dawn, sheâd drag herself out of bed and, before even breaking her fast, would make the trek to the Maesterâs wing and ask to see Aemond.
She was refused each and every day, but it did little to deter her. She kept trying.Â
It had been weeks since she had seen Aemond. Her heart was aching without the presence of her best friend, without the boy that made her smile like no other could.Â
On the fifth day of the third week, as she made the familiar walk to his door, the guard stopped her, as usual, though his words were different.
âThe Prince does not wish for any visitors.âÂ
She frowned. It always used to be the order of the Maesters or Alicent, claiming her son needed his rest, but now it was Aemond himself refusing her.Â
She couldnât pinpoint it exactly, but she knew she had felt her heart crack in a way she had never felt before.Â
She walked away from the door with her head bowed in defeat.
The hurt she felt mirrored Aemondâs own. Refusing her made him ache, but the thought of her seeing him as he was and looking at him with disgust was unfathomable and he would delay that inevitable despair as long as he could.Â
He sulked in his bed, the dour expression on his face one that had been constant for weeks.Â
His mother was by his bedside as she had been for weeks. He couldnât stand to see her wince or her teary eyes everytime she looked at his ghastly scar.Â
She had been trying, in no subtle terms, to get him out of the room, even going as far to bring up his friend, the one he longed to see yet dreaded ever seeing the same look on his motherâs face on hers.Â
âItâs been a few weeks. Sheâs been worrying herself sick.â His mother told him, making his already weak heart more fragile.Â
He stayed silent, his frown deepening in despair.Â
âAegon and Helaena will be heading out tomorrow to Ixtal. You should take Vhagar and join them.â
Aemond shifted uncomfortably. He knew his friend was leaving tomorrow, to visit home for her motherâs name day. They had all been invited, but with his fatherâs fading health and his motherâs refusal to ride on dragonback, it left just Aegon and Helaena to join the festivities.Â
âAemond.â His mother prompted again, the disappointment in her voice clear.Â
âI donât want to go.â He mumbled, one of the few sentences heâd managed over the past few weeks.Â
His mother sighed in defeat and didnât bring it up again for the rest of the night, leaving him to his solitude as he preferred.Â
The next morning, Aemond lay in bed, the wound over his eye itching gratingly. He longed to claw at the wicked scar, to scream in anger, to enact his vengeance on that Strong bastard. The fury festered in him like the open wound on his face, red and flaming.Â
The soft sound of his door opening and closing made him stir, assuming it was his mother yet again. As he lazily turned his head, dread settled in his stomach, his remaining eye widening in horror at the sight of her, the one he longed for yet resisted.Â
She froze in her place at the door, her jaw falling slack, a shaking hand covering her mouth as a hitched breath escaped her at the sight of him.Â
Aemondâs face twisted in agony. This was exactly what he wished to avoid.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked angrily, tears forming in his remaining eye.Â
âI just wanted- I wanted⌠weâre leaving soon.âÂ
It was faint but he heard it. Fear. The stuttering of her words, the quiet, almost docile way she spoke that was so unlike her was like a hatchet to his heart. The look on her face was even worse. She could barely make eye contact with him.
âGet out.â He spoke lowly through gritted teeth.
âAemond, I-â
âGet out! I donât want you here!â He screamed at her, tears steadily falling down his cheeks.Â
Her own tears began to fall, her face twisting with agony. He hated it. He didnât want her pity, he didnât want to see the disgust on her face that everyone would face him with for the rest of his life.Â
âLeave me alone! I never want to see you again!âÂ
She let out a sob and turned on her heel, leaving the room with haste.Â
Aemond slumped back in bed, placing his hands over his face, ignoring the way it made his eye ache, and he cried for what he had lost.Â
Not just his eye, but his love, his happiness. His everything.Â
~~
She stood on the balcony of the banquet hall, breathing in the fresh ocean air. She missed home. She had thought of this moment for weeks, had been eager and excited to finally visit, yet now that she was there, it was bittersweet.Â
The sound of the waves werenât as peaceful as she remembered. The food she ate wasnât as delicious as she remembered. The music and the dancing wasnât as exciting as she remembered.Â
âDarling?â
She turned to see her mother approaching, concern written across her face as she moved to stand next to her daughter, her arm crossing over her shoulders, bringing her in close to her side.Â
âAre you alright? I thought Iâd see you dancing all night.â
âIâm fine.â
The Lady of Ixtal looked to her once vibrant daughter worriedly. She was far from the girl that had left all those months ago. From all the letters she had sent, it seemed her daughter was having the time of her life in Kingâs Landing. The girl she saw now wasnât the one who had gleaned nothing but happiness.
âWas it not what you expected?â
She stiffened, the need to defend her friends and her new found home rising. âNo, itâs- Kingâs Landing is lovely.â
Her mother sighed. She had gotten a short re-telling of the last few weeks in the Capitol from her husband and she was starting to put the pieces together.Â
âI couldnât help but notice your friend isnât here.âÂ
She looked up at her mother, her wide doe-like eyes giving everything away.Â
âAemond?â
She felt her cheeks heat and she turned her attention back to the view before her, focusing on the waves of the ocean, mirroring her breathing with each crashing wave.Â
âHeâs not my friend anymore.â She spoke quietly through the lump that grew in her throat.Â
âFrom what Iâve heard, it sounds as though he is going through an awful time, something no one, especially someone so young, should ever have to endure. People donât exactly act rationally when they are hurt. It is easy to speak things that are untrue in that state.â
She stayed silent, taking in her motherâs words thoughtfully. It was easy enough to explain, but it didnât lessen the hurt she felt.Â
âYou can stay here if you wish. The Gods know I would love to keep you in my arms, but I donât think that is truly what you want.â
She let out a shaking breath, her mind a mess as she thought of her life in Kingâs Landing, of what sheâd be leaving behind. But, if Aemond was being truthful and he didnât want to see her or be her friend anymore, what would her life be like there?
âI donât know what to do.â
âYouâll figure it out.â Her mother assured her. âOr else weâll have a dragon landing on our shores demanding you come back.â
The smile on her motherâs face made the hurt inside her melt away slightly. Her conviction that Aemond would forgive her for her intrusion, that he would bring her back into his life and his arms made her hopeful.Â
Her mother was never wrong and she prayed she wouldnât start now.Â
~~
She clutched onto Helaenaâs waist as they flew on Dreamfyre back to Kingâs Landing. No matter how thrilling it was to ride a dragon, no matter that she felt as light as a feather, that she could touch the clouds and feel as though she was in a magical, untouchable realm, it felt wrong.Â
Her first ride shouldnât have belonged to Helaena, it shouldnât have been with Dreamfyre. It wasnât what she promised.Â
As they dismounted, Helaenaâs hand held hers and stayed, holding tightly as they made their way from the dragonpit to the Keep, as if knowing her friend needed the comfort.Â
As they parted, Helaena promised sheâd spend the day with her tomorrow, knowing she needed the distraction from Aemond.
She smiled, though it wasnât as bright as usual, and with a wave, they parted. She stepped into her chambers and sighed heavily, mourning what her time in Kingâs Landing would hold.Â
She moved to her bed, content to hide under the covers for the rest of the day, but she stopped, noticing a bundle of flowers on her desk. She frowned, she certainly hadnât put them there before she left.Â
She stepped closer, her fingers gently tracing along the soft petals. They were perfectly bloomed and freshly plucked, most likely just placed on her desk mere minutes before she arrived.Â
It suddenly struck her.Â
They were marigolds.Â
She remembered the flower Aemond had tucked behind her ear, the ones he would bring her on occasion simply because he knew she was fond of them.Â
Her heart began to race, her stomach flipping at the merest notion that it couldâve been from her best friend. She picked up the bundle, inhaling their fresh scent with a small smile.Â
She noticed the slip of parchment below them, the simple words in familiar handwriting brought tears to her eyes.Â
I am deeply, truly sorry.
I didnât mean a word of what I said
Please forgive me
- Your Aemond
Her breath hitched, her chest feeling tight with sorrow.Â
The words he had screamed at her that day hurt her deeply, yet the thought of not having Aemond by her side, not having him as her friend, was unfathomable.
She spent the remainder of the day in her chambers, picking sparsely at the food her father had sent to her, knowing she wanted her solitude. By the next morning, having thought of nothing but Aemond all night, she was determined to see the end of their rift.
She dressed quickly and stepped out of her chambers, determined to march her way straight to Aemond, but she was stopped by her guard.
âThe Prince has requested your presence in the gardens.âÂ
The crease in her brow that signaled her determination smoothed out, leaving nothing but hopeful nervousness as she quickly made her way through the halls of the Keep. She ignored the looks of disdain from the ladies of the court as she raced past them, ignoring the whispers of her undignified behavior.Â
They were the last things on her mind.
Her heart was racing within her chest as she approached the gardens. She walked the familiar path, one she had taken countless times, to get to their usual meeting spot. Her feet came to an abrupt stop as she turned the last corner and saw him sitting on their bench, the one they always congregated to over the months together.Â
Nervous butterflies fluttered within her as she approached him.Â
She called out to him softly, cursing herself for how her voice shook in hopeful anticipation.Â
Aemond turned to face her and she was shocked to see the eyepatch across his face, covering the angry looking wound she had seen that morning in his chambers.Â
Her heart ached at the sight of the red scar that peeked out from the patch. It looked painful and the reminder of what he had gone through, what his own nephew had inflicted on him made her want to cry.Â
He spoke her name in greeting, giving her a small, weak smile. He winced slightly, the pull of his cheeks causing his scar to flair with pain.Â
Her chest tightened at the sight of him. He seemed smaller, as if he sat hunched over, trying hard not to take up too much space in the world.Â
âIâm sorry.â She blurted out before he could speak. He looked up at her incredulously, his stomach twisting at the despair he saw on her face. âI shouldnât have just barged into your chambers. I knew you wanted privacy and I ignored your wishes and Iâm sorry. I never meant-â
Aemond spoke her name breathlessly, stopping her rambling apology. He had never seen her so frantic before, it was unnerving to him, nothing at all like the lively girl he was used to. And it was his fault.
âYou donât have to apologize.â He told her softly. He looked down at his hands that fidgeted in his lap, shame overcoming him as he thought back to that day, when he had yelled at her so callously. He had replayed that moment over and over again in his head for days and it was torturous each time.Â
He couldnât get the sight of her tears out of his head. To know he was the cause was his greatest shame.Â
âIâm sorry.â He spoke earnestly, looking her in the eyes intently, hoping she would believe him. âI never should have spoken to you that way. Iâm so sorry I made you cry. I never will again, I promise.âÂ
She let out a long breath, his words stirring something inside her she couldnât recognize.
He frowned deeply at her lack of reaction, shuffling over and patted the space next to him on the bench, motioning for her to take a seat beside him.Â
She moved slowly, hesitantly taking her seat next to him.Â
âIâve never seen you that angry before.â She spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper as she recalled that dreadful day.Â
Aemond sighed and bowed his head.Â
âIâŚâ He started but soon found he had no words, no excuses for how he had treated her. Nothing would ever make it ok, never to her. âI hated to see you look at me like that.â Was the only thing he could think to say.
âLike what?â
âLike you were horrified of me.â
âI was horrified.â She said and he felt his insides turn to stone, his throat tightening with emotion. âBut not of you. Never of you.â She added quickly, causing him to look over at her, his eye wide and shining with unshed tears.Â
âBut-â
âAemond, the thought of what happened to you, the thought of you in pain⌠it hurts me.âÂ
The vice around his heart lifted instantly. His mind was spinning with the insinuation of her words.
âYou⌠youâre not-â
She reached out, taking his hand in hers, causing words to fail him.
âI could never be afraid of you. I could never feel disgusted by you, I could never think any less of you, or whatever other horrible thing you think I feel for you now. No scar will change how I care for you.â
The weight that had been suffocating him for weeks now seemed to lift just the slightest, allowing him to feel as though he could finally take a breath.Â
He let out a shaking breath and tightened his hand in hers. She smiled softly and leaned in closer to his side, letting her head fall to his shoulder, letting him revel in her closeness.
He hated the stares he got from the ladies at court, he hated the winces, the horrified gasps as he passed them. He hated the worried looks he received, as if he was seconds away from collapsing like a weak mannered child.Â
But none of it mattered.Â
She still cared for him, she was still by his side, her hand in his.
Even the burning fury he held for his nephew seemed dim in the wake of the pure delight he felt in her presence.
âBut, if you ever raise your voice to me like that again I will smack you.âÂ
Her threat, that held no anger in the slightest, made him laugh and duck his head against hers as his body shook with each breath of laughter.Â
His first laugh since the incident.Â
From then, they were closer than ever. One was seldom seen without the other at their side.Â
The Ladies at court through the two of them were just about the most darling thing they had ever seen. Yet, not everyone was rooting for the threads of young love to flourish.Â
Alicent watched her son in the training yard with a frown. Her second son, so dutiful and so smart, was becoming distracted. Her eyes never strayed from him as he neglected his own lessons to play around with his friend, watching with a scowl as the two of them laughed together, as if there was no care in the world.
The sight of the young girl in the training yard was enough to leave her appalled, but her sonâs willingness to indulge in such unseemly behavior was worrying.Â
âWe cannot let this go any further.â Her father spoke from beside her.Â
âI canât very well tell him he cannot be her friend. It would devastate him.â
âLet them be friends, but make it clear that is all it will ever be. Aemond canât get any ideas about marrying this girl.â
Alicent chewed on her lower lip anxiously. The thought of tearing her son away from such happiness turned her stomach, but the thought of him marrying a girl so unpredictable was just as unfortunate.Â
âWould it really be so bad? We could gain leverage with her father.â
âIxtal is a neutral house. They have never taken a stand in any war, that wonât change now. We cannot risk Aemond allying with a house that could not give us leverage for Aegonâs claim.â Otto hissed angrily.Â
Alicent wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes falling back to her son, taking in the sight of his smile while she still could. She doubted it would be a common sight once he was forced away from the Island girl.Â
But they all had a duty to perform.
~~
Her arm was looped through his as he guided her past the dragon pit.Â
âWhere are we going?â She asked, looking over her shoulder at the structure that housed the mighty Targaryen dragons they had just passed.Â
âVhagar doesnât stay there. She doesnât fit.â Aemond explained, a slightly smug smirk crossing his features as he subtly boasted about his newly claimed dragon.
Her smile twitched slightly, her nerves suddenly overtaking her. Sheâd been hesitant when Aemond offered to introduce her to his mount, but the reminder of the great beastâs sheer size had the beginnings of fear creeping through her veins.Â
Noticing the subtle shift in her expression, Aemond tightened his grip on her arm.Â
âI would never put you in danger.â He assured her. âVhagar is bonded to me, she can feel what I feel for you and she would never hurt you.â
âIf I could hear that directly from Vhagar I might be able to breathe properly.âÂ
Aemond snickered and led her forward excitedly.Â
Soon, they arrived at the crest of the hill, Vhagarâs enormous form coming into view. A shuddering breath escaped her when she came face to face with the historic dragon that fought in wars long before her time.Â
She could barely comprehend such a beast of her size existed among them, that the sweet boy beside her commanded her or even willingly approached her.Â
âRelax.â Aemond told her softly, moving out of her hold so his hand could take hers, intertwining their fingers.Â
The pair of them stepped towards the sleeping giant. She watched, mystified, as Aemond spoke a few words of Valaryian, the dragon's eyes sleepily opening, her large head lifting towards them.Â
She felt her body freeze, the blood in her veins running cold as the mighty dragon looked past her rider, her curious gaze landing on her. A low rumble shook the ground, Vhagarâs protest to the stranger before her.Â
Aemond soothed his dragon, placing an affectionate hand on her snout as he spoke soft commands.Â
She doubted a few measly words would suddenly convince Vhagar that she wasnât a tasty snack, but she could only watch, her eyes widening as the dragon became disinterested by her presence, laying her head back down on the warm grass she had been slumbering on.Â
Aemond looked over his shoulder at her prone form several feet back and smiled, motioning her to come closer.Â
She shook her head adamantly, her feet frozen in place.Â
He spoke her name, holding his hand out to her.Â
She looked to his hand and then to his dragon and back again, contemplating the risk to her life.Â
âDo you trust me?â Aemond asked and her tense shoulders sagged. She had no reason to doubt her best friend. With one look in his eye, she knew he would never let any harm come to her.Â
She took slow steps forward, her fear not allowing her to move any quicker.Â
She reached out and took Aemondâs hand in hers as soon as she was close enough, holding on tightly.
âItâs alright.â He assured her.Â
He guided her hand toward Vhagar, watching the girl beside him closely, gaging every expression that crossed her face in a matter of seconds. From fear, to doubt, to disbelief and suddenly to awe.Â
A shaky laugh left her lips as her hand softly rested on the rough scales of Vhagarâs side. Pure delight was etched across her face as she pet the mighty beast as if she were nothing more than a house cat. Aemond saw how excited she got when one of the many stray cats that roamed Flea Bottom ventured their way into the Keep.Â
The excited smile she wore now as she pet his dragon was the same one he saw when she would cradle those strays.Â
The thought made him laugh and he leaned in close to her, letting his head rest against hers.Â
Seeing her now, fearless by his mountâs side, only confirmed what he already knew.Â
She was meant to be with dragons. Meant to be with him.Â
~~
I will hopefully have the next chapter out within the next couple of days! And yes, every chapter is going to be long, I have no control. Hope you liked it xx
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen fic#aemond targaryen fanfic#house of the dragon fic
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
WHAT IS DESTINED CAN NOT BE AVOIDED. (4/4)
Cregan Stark x pregnant!Targaryen!Reader
WARNINGS: childbirth, swearing
WORDS: 3.5 K
NOTES: thanks to @arcielee for betaing this! <3
One hand is splayed out over the curve of your swollen stomach and the other clings to your maidâs forearm as you take your time climbing the edge of the bathtub to lower yourself in the tepid water, releasing a content sigh with it still being warm enough for some of the pregnancy pains to slowly but surely fade away.
âYou may leave now,â you hum, head tipped back against the edge of the bronze tub.Â
What you donât notice with your eyes closed is the baffled look the two maids assigned for you exchange, visibly hesitant to leave you alone. One of them, a younger girl whose name youâve learned is Elia, speaks up first, her voice soft but laced with concern that makes you look at them. âMy lady⌠are you sure you will be alright by yourself? Should we not stay here to assist you?â
You sink down a bit further into the water, chest and shoulders now fully submerged as well. âI am with child, not sick. Rest assured I can take care of myself alone.â
The maid still looks unconvinced, and it doesnât help that itâs now the older one speaking up. âMy lady, âtis not meant as any disrespect. We are just concerned about your well-being. You are carrying the Lord Starkâs heir, after all, andââ
The door swings open with a creek that cuts the maid off mid sentence. Your eyes dart over, and you can feel your annoyance subside just slightly at the sight of him. Something about the stay in Kingâs Landing has changed him a bit. You notice it as you watch how he all but saunters into the room, wearing a loose fitted shirt made of linen with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, similarly loose trousers with a pair of soft leather boots. He has forgone Ice, the large sword resting neatly on the equally large desk standing in the chambers, and opted instead for a simple dagger strapped at his hip, hidden beneath the shirt.Â
Yet youâd prefer seeing him in his usual leathers and furs rather in the light-eight attire heâs opted for given the warmer climate of the capital.Â
âAnd Lord Stark is here to take care of his wife,â he ends the maidâs sentence, throwing his vest over a nearby chair.
Both women turn around to bow their heads politely upon his arrival, giving him a knowing look. âPardon us, my lord,â the older maid says. âWe were merely making sure the Lady Stark was tending to her pregnancy well.â
Nodding in acknowledgment to their words, you spot his gaze drifting back to you. âThank you for your concern,â he says politely but with a hint of dismissal in his voice. âBut I can assure you my wife is in good hands now. You may both go and tend to your other duties now.â
Exchanging a glance once more, the maids curtsey quickly and take their leave under the steel of Creganâs gaze.Â
âThank the gods theyâre gone,â you mutter and close your eyes again, sighing softly.Â
âYou make it sound as if they were tormenting you, my love,â Cregan says, undoing the first two buttons of his shirt before he comes closer to the bathtub.Â
Opening your eyes once more, you all but glare at him. âThey were hovering over me like a pair of mother hens,â you snap. âEver since Munkun gave me that wretched tonic to bring the babe quicker, they have been treating me as if I am about to break, watching my every move as if Iâll faint any second from the smallest exertion.â
Completely unbothered by your grousing, your irritation has him chuckling. He leans forward to rest his hand on your belly, feeling the rather large swell of it. âTheyâre just concerned about you, my love,â he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. âThey want to make sure youâre well cared for during your pregnancy. Can you blame them?â
âDo they want to make sure I am well cared for, or is it a command of my brotherâs council?â You cock a brow, bringing your hand to rest atop his.Â
Cregan sighs at your words, knowing that youâre probably right. The council does meddle in far too many things, and neither of you would be surprised if theyâd given strict orders to the maids to watch over you.Â
âPerhaps âtis a bit of both,â Cregan says. âAegon might be concerned for the health of his dear sister, and his trusted council is definitely influencing his worry. But they are not entirely misguided to look out for you, my love. Youâre carrying an heir and your health is of utmost importance.â
Not quite satisfied with his reasoning, you roll your eyes. âYes, I understand the importance of the heir, but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,â you huff. âBut I do not need a flock of overprotective hens following me around, tittering and fretting over every little thing I do. It would not have been like that had we just stayed in Winterfell.â
âPerhaps not,â he agrees, rubbing your swollen bump. âBut weâre not in Winterfell, weâre in Kingâs Landing, and here your brother is king. His council sees it fit to be overly cautious with you. Complaining wonât change that.â
You canât help the annoyed sigh falling past your lips as you lean your head back against the edge of the tub, sinking further into the water. âHow do you think the wolves are faring without us?âÂ
The change of topic has Cregan laughing softly with the thoughts of your hovering maids quickly shifting to your dire wolves at home in Winterfell. âThey are probably fine, my love,â he says, still rubbing your bump despite the rolled up sleeve of his shirt slowly soaking up water. âThey are being cared for by our men. Theyâre tough creatures, those dire wolves. They can take care of themselves.âÂ
âJust like me,â you quip, raising a brow. âAnd I was not born a wolf â I am a dragon.â
âOh, that you are,â Cregan agrees. âA fierce and dangerous one at that. But even a dragon might need a little bit of pampering and attention now and then, donât you think?â
The earlier annoyance and irritation at the maids quickly melts away with your husbandâs teasing but comforting manner, making you hum in agreement. Yet you have to admit itâs mostly Creganâs attention and care showered upon yourself that you enjoy. âPerhaps youâre right.â
Your hand now journeys along the swell of your bump, while you bring the other to rest at the back of his neck, gently massaging it. His attention and care, however, arenât enough to keep your light demeanor up as a sharp tug makes itself known in your stomach. Your body curls together at that, making you moan out in pain.Â
Not wasting a moment, Cregan leans forward, trying to figure out what is going on. âAre you alright?â he asks with a concerned voice, his wide, gray eyes locked on your features.Â
As another pang of pain grips your body, you gasp and clutch the back of his neck instinctively, your eyes widening in realization. âThe babeâŚâ you gasp, face twisting in pain as another contraction washes over you. âI think the babe⌠the babe is coming. Now.â
His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but his instincts kick in immediately. Quickly springing into action, he rises to his feet and reaches for a large cloth. âLet me get you in bed, and then I shall fetch the maeââ
âJust fetch the maester please, this shall be fine.â
Biting back a worried protest, knowing that arguing with a woman in labor would be a futile endeavor, much more with a woman as stubborn as you are, he rushes out the door with a nod of his head and a forced smile on his lips.Â
As he leaves the room, youâre left alone, body wracked with increasing contractions that force one groan and gasp from your lip after the other. Your fingers dig into the rim of the tub, the realization dawns on you that you might have to give birth right here in the bathtub.Â
The door pushes open again, and behind your wolf of a man barging into the room is Grand Maester Munkun, his expression not as concerned as your husbandâs.Â
âMaester,â you croak with a strained voice, looking at him as he moves to your side to assess your condition. âIs this normal? The pain, theâthe rushed⌠labor?â
He grimly shakes his head. ââTis not uncommon for a tonic to bring on labor earlier than expected when the mother has surpassed her time. And the early onset of labor also does not necessarily mean anything is wrong,â he explains. âThe pain youâre experiencing, however, should not be this severe. Let me examine you, my lady.â
You hardly notice your worried maids scurrying into the chambers with towels in their arms when the maester pressed his fingers against your swollen belly, eventually even going lower to feel inside of you. Cregan towers over him from behind, making sure that he does not make one wrong move and ensures your and the babeâs safety.Â
And only at the maesterâs next words seem you and your husband to be able to breathe again. âThe babe seems to be positioned properly,â he announces. âAnd the pains are strong and regular. This is a good sign. For how long have the pains been coming, my lady?â
You grit your teeth through another wave of pain, meeting your husbandâs worried gaze. âIâve felt little⌠twinges all day,â you manage to say between labored breaths. âBut they were so minor, I did not think them worth mentioning.â
âSometimes the early stages of labor can be mild and easy to overlook, my lady. But now that it is progressing, the pains will become more intense as the babe prepares to make its entrance into the world.â
You suddenly feel a twinge of pain tear through your body like a hot knife, like you are being torn apart, making it impossible for you to hold back a scream. The maids all but hurry to your side at the sight, the older one bringing a soothing hand to your shoulder. âTake deep breaths, my lady,â she encourages, âand then push.â
Two other maids grab your legs and hoist them over the rim of the tub, making it easier for them to gauge the process through the slightly opaque water.Â
Grand Maester Munkun has been forced away by your husband sinking onto his knees, peeling your hand off the edge of the tub to capture it with his own. Your nails dig harshly into his palm as you eventually bear down and push with all your might, your screams echoing off the walls.Â
âCreganâŚâ you pant, completely abandoning any courtesies with other people present. âI⌠I have changed my mind now⌠I do not wishââ youâre interrupted by a contraction, forcing you to push once again. âI have no desire to give you an heir,â you pant during a short lived, pain-less moment.Â
Youâre a fierce and proud woman that has endured so many hardships before, yet this seems to be the ultimate test of your strength and endurance â and right now youâre not quite sure you can finish it.Â
Cregan canât answer before heâs interrupted by another of your screams, each contraction and push bringing more and more agony, pain shooting through you as your babe readies itself to slowly make its way into the world.Â
âKeep going, my lady,â the maid says, dabbing a cloth on your forehead.Â
âI fucking am!â you all but snap, the sharp tone of your voice solely directed at her even causing the anxiety to leave your husbandâs face for a moment.Â
None of their gentle touches and encouraging words ease the pain that ripples through your body â not when the pressure inside of you builds up so quickly.Â
Beads of sweat drip down your forehead, caught by the maidâs cloth and leaving your skin glistening with the effort of birthing Creganâs heir.Â
The pain gets less for a moment, allowing you to breathe as exhaustion creeps up on you despite you not yet being done. Your head tips to the side, and your gaze meets the concerned one of your husband, an anxiety etched on his features that makes it clear his heart aches with your screams.Â
He leans in and tips his forehead against yours, allowing you to close your eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath. âYouâre doing so well, my love,â he whispers, a tremor in his voice that comes close to the one that shakes his large hands. âHold on, just a little longer.â
The urge to push becomes adamant once again, forcing you to hunch forward from the force that bears down on you. You all but squeeze the life out of Creganâs hand, the pain so overwhelming you hardly hear the words of the maid kneeling at the end of the tub. âAlmost there, my lady. The babe is almost out.â
Every bit of your strength is focused on delivering the child, your energy almost completely spent at this point. The pain seems to consume your entire being, filling your mind with nothing but the agony of birthing your child.Â
But with another push, all of your suffering suddenly is over.Â
The pain starts to subside, replaced by an overwhelming sense of both relief and exhaustion. You collapse back against the tub, your breath coming in ragged gasps.Â
That is the moment for the maids to go into action, their training and experience taking over. One of them reaches down to gently scoop the babe from the water, while another already is at her side to wrap a clean cloth around its tiny body. Where your screams have filled the chambers before, itâs now its cries that echo off the walls, easing all of your anxiety.Â
âIt is a boy, my lady,â the maid still kneeling at your side says, a soft smile on her lips. âA healthy, beautiful boy.â You smile softly as well, releasing a deep sigh of relief.
Grand Maester Munkun leans over the other two maids to assess the newborn, checking for any immediate signs of distress. As much as you want, you canât keep your eyes open to watch how he peels the cloth aside, and you just smile weakly at his voice. âThe boy indeed seems to be in good health,â he declares, clearly talking to Cregan who hasnât left your side. âA good set of lungs, too, my lord.â
Cregan also sighs in relief, the tension in his body leaving at once at that. Bringing a hand to your cheek, he gently rubs his thumb over your sweaty skin. âWell done, my love,â he praises. âYou have done so well. Our son is here and he is healthy.â
âShow him to me,â you demand softly, blinking wearily at him.Â
With a nod, he rises to his feet to make room for the maids. One kneels down and presents you the small bundle, but as you reach out, a renewed wave of cramps not as harsh as the ones before takes over your body. You grit your teeth and brace yourself for a sharper pain that doesnât come.
âAlmost there, my lady. âTis the afterbirth,â the older maid assures you, rubbing your shoulder. âYouâre almost done.â
Itâs been quite some time since your septa has told you about the process of birthing a child, yet you still know that delivering the afterbirth is another messy and unpleasant part of it â one that still has to be done anyways.Â
After it has come out without any issues, one maid quickly takes care of disposing of it while another maid tries to detach it from your son.Â
With the birth and delivery finished, the attention now shifts to getting you out of the bathtub and into bed to ensure your comfort and rest. The maids have handed your husband your son to gather around you, gently helping you up and out of the water. âLean on us, my lady,â one of them said softly with her arm around your waist.Â
Your exhausted body is dried and put into smallclothes and a nightdress until itâs eventually allowed to sink into the soft sheets. The maids fuss around you, making sure youâre comfortable, before your still crying son is finally brought to you.
They tug at the neckline of your nightdress to free your full breasts without a warning, yet youâre quick to swat their hands away despite having your son in your arms. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMy lady,â one of them begins, ââtis important that you begin to feed the babe as soon as possible. The first milk is the best source of nourishment for your son. We just wish to help you with the positioning and latching.â
Their words make you doubt yourself and your mothering abilities, although a part of you knows that itâs not their intention to make you feel that way.Â
âI know how to feed him,â you snap suddenly, maybe even irritated at your sonâs hungry crying, and the maids recoil at your harsh tone. They know that the first hours with a newborn are never easy, and they know that you are exhausted, sore, and overwhelmed by the recent events â hence their quick recovery.Â
âOf course, my lady,â one says, her voice gentle. âWe did not mean to overstep. We only want to ensure that both you and the babe are safe and well cared for.â
Letting out a deep breath, you meet your husbandâs gaze and try to keep your irritation at bay. âI understand,â you reply, slightly opening your arms to allow them to continue.Â
The earlier, chastened demeanor of the maids is replaced by a reassuring one as one maid grabs your hand to bring it to your breast, demonstrating how to help your babe latch on your little bud. âThere you go, my lady,â she whispers as you eventually begin to nurse your son, offering quiet, encouraging words.Â
Cregan, who has been silently observing the scene, finally interjects. âThank you for your services,â he says, voice kind but firm. âYou all have done an excellent job and you may leave now.â
The maids and grand maester glance at you and your son once more before filling out of the room, leaving your small family alone. Your husband contemplates sitting down in a chair close to the bed, but instead opts to occupy his side of the bed, scooting closer to you and bringing a hand up to brush your sonâs cheek lightly with a finger. You shift a little to accommodate him right next to you.
Your eyes are fixed on the infant in your arms as you continue to nurse him, watching as he greedily sucks at your breast with soft smacking sounds filling the otherwise quiet room. Despite the exhaustion, a sense of contempt washes over you.Â
âCan you believe he is really ours?â you ask softly, not tearing your eyes off of your son.Â
Cregan chuckles softly and shakes his head. âI can scarcely believe it,â he replies. He leans in and presses his lips to your temple, speaking against your skin. âYou are incredible, do you know that?â Pulling back, his gaze is filled with love and admiration. âEverything you went through⌠I have never seen anything more courageous and admirable.â
âWhat do you think about Eyron?â you whisper, eventually meeting his gaze.Â
He repeats the name, testing the sound of it and seriously considering it. âI like it. It has a strong, northern feel to it. Suits him well, I think.â
Your smile mirrors his as your eyes drift back down to your son, who is still suckling at your breast, his tiny hand clutching at the neckline of your nightdress as he does so. You gently brush a finger over his head, feeling the softness of the light hair.Â
Relaxing into your husbandâs embrace, your body fitting against his like a missing piece, you close your eyes in contentment. âYou do know you will not ride at the front with your men on the way back north, do you not?â
He kisses your temple yet again, chuckling softly. âThat is something to discuss once you have recovered and âtis time for us to return, my love.â
#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark fanfiction#cregan stark imagine#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan x you#cregan fanfiction#hotd cregan#cregan x y/n#cregan stark fanfic#cregan stark fluff#cregan stark fic#cregan stark x you#cregan stark x y/n#cregan stark x female reader#hotd fic#hotd fanfic#hotd fluff#hotd x reader#hotd x you#hotd x y/n#hotd imagine#hotd#house of the dragon#house of the dragon fic#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon fanfic#house of the dragon fluff#house of the dragon x you
1K notes
¡
View notes