#jason lannister getting fucked but not the way he wanted

[arcielee]

Me, when I see another part of this series is posted:

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

summary: Our academic rivals are back at it again, and one needs help with a certain subject they've fallen behind on, and they attend a party. warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (explicit sex, degrading language), mentions of drinking word count: 2.8k note: You all love our lil academic rivals my goodness! happy to provide another part hope you enjoy 💚

“A tutor?” you ask, eyes wide as saucers, “Professor, with all due respect, I think I can just figure it out by myself.”

Your professor looks at you, a sympathetic look on his face. 

“High Valyrian is a very tricky language to learn,” he tells you, “there’s nothing wrong with needing some extra help.”

It is for you. You’d never been the one who needed help, not since grade school. 

“Please, I think if I really just buckle down, I can get it,” you tell him, “I’ve just been a little distracted.”

Fucking Aemond. A fucking distraction with a magic dick and now you’ve fallen behind on your rigorous study schedule for the ancient language. An ancient language that annoyingly Aemond has seemed to master. Fucker. 

Ever since that day in the library it seemed your rendezvous were becoming more frequent. 

“Y/N,” he says, sternly. 

You bite your lip. You need to get a handle on this. 

“Okay,” you tell him, giving into defeat. 

After all, it is a hard language, and you’ve been distracted. And you need the A. 

“Perfect, our peer tutor has already agreed,” your professor says, as the door to his office opens. 

You turn around, eyes widening as Aemond enters, a knowing smirk on his face, backpack slung over his shoulder. You turn back to your professor.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you tell him.

He frowns at you, almost expecting that reaction. 

“C’mon, Y/N,” Aemond purrs behind you, “I’d be happy to help out a friend.”

You’re going to kill him. 

“Aemond is the top student, I think he’ll be a big help,” your professor says smiling.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Isn’t this nepotism?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

You’re sure they’re related somehow.

“I’m actually really good,” Aemond tells you, “it’ll be fun.”

You leave the office together. Grabbing Aemond’s arm you tug him toward a corner of the hall, crossing your arms. 

“Listen, I really need the help,” you tell him.

“I know it’s just killing you to tell me that,” he says, grinning wolfishly.

“I mean it,” you snap, “so no funny business.”

He raises a brow, violet and blue eye sparkling. 

“Funny business?”

You nod.

“We are meeting in public to study, no closed rooms, no dorms,” you tell him.

Aemond chuckles, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Your eye follows the action and you lose your train of thought momentarily. You shake your head. 

“No distractions,” you tell him. 

“Alright, geez,” he tells you, “no distractions.”

He makes a motion of crossing an x over his heart.

“Scout’s honor,” he tells you.

“Were you even in scouts?” 

“No, my parents weren’t really interested in involving us in extracurricular activities.”

You meet later at a table on the quad in full view of hundreds of students in faculty. No temptation even remotely possible for anything other than learning High Valyrian. 

Aemond flips through your book, long fingers stroking the tops on the pages with the pads of his fingertips. Jesus, you’re not down this bad, are you? You watch his fingers flex, how he rubs the corner of the page between his pointer and thumb. The hair on the back of your next stands at attention, though you blame the breeze.

“Taoba,” he tells you.

“Boy,” you answer, but your brows knit together, lips forming a pout.

“What?” he asks, noticing your expression.

“I think you’re pronouncing it wrong,” you tell him.

Aemond leans back in his chair, an exasperated expression on his face.

“Hmm?”

“You’re saying Taoooba,” you mimic, “isn’t it taoba. Really short?”

“Who is tutoring who?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Taooooba,” you say again.

“Stop that,” he says, turning the page causing you to chuckle.

Aemond’s mouth twitches into a slight smile as you place your head in your hands. 

“This language is the most confusing thing ever,” you groan.

“It’s extremely hard,” Aemond agrees, “I’ll admit, I had an unfair advantage learning it at home when I was younger.”

“Extremely unfair,” you agree. 

You hear someone call your name from across the green, before seeing Baela barrelling over to you.

“Hey Aem,” she says, greeting her cousin, before turning back to you, “party, tonight, you’re going.”

“Bae I really can’t,” you tell her, “I have to study.”

“You always have to study!” she groans, “Come on, just for a little bit, it will be fun!”

You glance at Aemond, but he’s buried in his book. He licks his fingers before turning the page and your lips part. 

“Where?” you question. 

“Delta Omicron Delta,” Baela tells you.

“Isn’t that Aegon’s frat?” you ask Aemond who nods.

“Gross,” you say making a face.

“It’s going to be fuuuun,” she says, leaning toward your face, “fun, Y/N, ever heard of it?”

“Okay now you’re being mean,” you tell her.

“Mhmm,” she doesn’t argue, “you’re still going.”

“Fine, but I need to study first,” you tell her.

“Cool, cool, I shall leave you be,” she says, retreating.

“A party huh,” Aemond asks, when Baela is out of earshot.

“You big party guy?” you taunt.

“No,” he says with a laugh, “not usually.”

“Okay let's keep going,” you tell him, turning the page.

You do not know how Baela talked you into this. The frat house is vibrating with music when you arrive, being escorted inside and then led to the basement. Baela hands you a red solo cup, sloshing with liquid.

“See! This is fun!” she tells you, tugging you toward the middle of the crowd to dance. 

You sway slightly to the music, nodding your head. You’ll stay an hour or so, then make your departure. Just long enough to keep Baela happy. Besides, she’s already sizing up Jace Velaryon from across the room. 

“Yoo no way is that Y/N Y/L/N!” Jason Lannister says, pushing through the crowd.

Oh Jason. A bit of a fuckboy, another member of Aegon’s frat. Was someone you tutored in your statistics class last semester. His eyes rake over you, taking in the skimpy outfit you had reserved for such occasions as these. You weren’t a total nerd, you went out every so often (though Baela would disagree). 

“You look fucking hot as hell,” he tells you, pulling you in for a hug. 

Your cup sloshes and Baela yelps, avoiding drops of warm beer. Baela pulls at Jason’s arm, removing his bearlike grip from your shoulders.

“Sorry, I’m a little buzzed,” Jason says laughing, “I didn’t know you came to these things.”

“Yeah sometimes,” you answer, feeling awkward. 

“You should more,” he tells you, “I like that you’re here, especially dressed like this.”

He’s practically drooling at your feet.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.. or girlfriend do you?” he asks.

“No..”

“Sweet,” he says, cutting you off, “let me get you another beer!”

“I actually have to pee, really bad,” you tell him, giving Baela a help me expression.

“Jason you should totally introduce me to Jace,” Baela says, grabbing his arm, giving you an out.

You make your way upstairs, pushing by people, trying to find an empty bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup before exiting, hoping to avoid Jason. As you exit, you spot Aemond dressed in all black, looking like he’s having a horrendous time. 

“I thought you weren’t a party guy?” you ask, walking up to him, as he leans against the wall.

“I believe I said, not usually,” he answers, “having fun?”

“Not really,” you tell him, “it's just super fun being hit on by frat bros.”

Aemond’s eyes darken, sending a shiver down your spine like someone has poured ice water on your head. 

“Who?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh.

“Who, Y/N?” Aemond asks again.

“Seriously, it's whatever,” you tell him, “I can handle it.”

“There you are!” Jason calls, making his way down the hall, “thought I’d lost you!”

He doesn’t acknowledge Aemond, though his drunken stupor causes him to trip, tossing your cup to the floor, beer splattering on you and Aemond’s shoes.

“Shiiit!” Jason says laughing, “my bad, totally, hey I thought we could hangout up here, it's a little quieter.”

Jason takes your hand, dragging you from Aemond and down the hall, toward a small parlor. There’s a leather couch in the middle of the room, a trophy case and pictures of frat brothers from the past. He deposits you on the couch, pushing you slightly.

“Stay right here, gorgeous, and I’ll get another drink!” he tells you, before leaving to find the keg.

You raise your eyebrows, preparing to avoid Jason, when Aemond enters the room. 

“Jason Lannister,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. 

You turn your head at the sound of his voice, a half smile appearing on your face. 

“Yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

Aemond walks in, glancing behind him to see if anyone is following, before sitting next to you on the couch. You cross your legs, but your dress rides up, causing you to uncross them. You stand, sighing, walking toward a picture on the wall, examining it while Aemond remains seated. The back of the couch faces the door, so if you remain sitting you won’t see Jason return.

“He’s relentless,” you admit, not turning around, examining a plaque that hangs on the wall.

Aemond watches you for a moment, you feel his eyes tracing over your body.

“Come here,” he says softly.

You turn around to look at him. 

“Huh?” you ask.

“You heard me,” Aemond says, lifting a hand from his leg and giving you a come hither motion with his fingers. 

It works like he’s pulling you toward him by a string. Aemond opens his legs for you to stand between them. He brings his hands to your thighs, stroking the bare flesh, and looking up at you. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, a shiver running through you.

“Just looking,” he murmurs, “You look nice.”

The pads of his fingers stroke your thighs like the pages of a book. He spreads your legs open, fingers teasing the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“That’s not just looking,” you breathe, heartbeat increasing with every touch he gives you.

“I guess you’re right,” he says, fingers ghosting under your skirt, closer to your panties.

You can feel your body leaning into him, chasing his touch. Aemond notices your desperation, of course and smirks up at you. 

“What about Jason?” he asks, but there’s a glint in his eye when he says it. 

You push his shoulders back against the couch, maneuvering your legs to straddle him. 

“Should I wait for him to come back?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Aemond settles his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. 

“Fuck that,” he says, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss.

You lift your hips grinding down on him, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your eyebrows concave with the pleasure kissing him gives you. Aemond’s hand moves up your waist pressing into the small of your back.

“Are you sure?” you tease between kisses, “cause I can just get off-”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Aemond growls, nipping at your bottom lip. 

You moan against him, dress riding up towards your waist. You release your hands attempting to fix it, but give up rather quickly. Aemond takes the opportunity to kiss the exposed tops of your breasts, licking a path from your cleavage up your neck. He bites harshly on the skin causing you to buck your hips against him releasing a breathy whine. 

“Fuck, fuck me please,” you whine, body hot and aching with need for him. 

Aemond pulls away from you, eyes wide, smile wolfish.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he groans, kissing you harshly, “never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Aemond,” you moan, impatiently.

“Hang on baby,” he murmurs, bringing his hands to his jeans.

You ignore the pet name, though your cheeks are burning. You bring your hands down helping free his hardened cock from his jeans. You let your dress scrunch at your waist, let Aemond loop his fingers through your underwear, pulling the lace to the side before you sink down on top of his fat cock.

“I was right about you,” he groans, once fully sheathed in your warm pussy.

The feeling of him fully inside you alone makes your thighs tremble as you rock your hips against him. Aemond helps you along, lifting your hips.

“You are a bad girl,” he purrs, wrapping a hand in your hair, “what happens if poor Jason comes back?”

You’re just whimpering on top of him, thighs burning as you slide him in and out. He feels so fucking good inside of you; you’re soaked and wet slapping sounds fills the room. 

“Or what if Baela comes looking for you?” he continues, placing kisses along your jaw. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, pressing down to aid your pace, pussy greedily suctioning him in. 

“Everyone’s gonna see how needy you are for me,” Aemond purrs, “the brightest girl in school is just my needy, little cock-drunk slut, huh?”

“Fuck Aemond,” you moan, lip pouting, “you’re so mean.”

Aemond hums, still smirking. His hands squeeze your ass, slapping both cheeks harshly, the sound echoing in the room. The force makes you gasp, grinding into him more. He’s fucking right, and you hate it. You’re so needy for him, so desperate. 

“I’m right though,” he croons, “you think Jason could make you feel this way, hmm?”

You’re whimpering, only able to shake your head in response, earning another pair of harsh slaps to your stinging cheeks. 

“No no no, I’m gonna need to hear you say it baby,” Aemond tells you through a chuckle, “who makes you feel this good?”

Your eyes are nearly rolling back into your head.

“You,” you whine, “Aemond you make me feel this good.”

“Yeah, that’s fucking right,” Aemond says bringing a hand to your mouth.

He pushes his fingers inside of your mouth and you suck on them greedily, sloppily coating them in your saliva. Aemond’s jaw slacks, curling his fingers in your mouth. 

“Fuck what a pretty mouth,” he murmurs, “I can’t stop thinking about those lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his fingers, before he removes them, a line of spit connecting them to your slick lips. Aemond brings his fingers to the apex of your thighs, rubbing circles around your clit. Your head falls to his shoulder and you bite down to avoid screaming. It's a miracle no one has walked in on you yet. Aemond’s cock sends every coherent thought flying from your head, all you can focus on is the feeling of him inside of you, how the head of his cock perfectly curves to bully the spongy section of your walls that has you clenching around him.

“That’s it baby, make a fucking mess on me,” he purrs, as a strangled moan leaves you.

You turn your head, kissing desperately at his neck, hands tangling in his silky hair, trying to ground yourself as your orgasm washes over you. 

“That’s a good girl,” he moans, thrusting up into you until you feel his hot release deep inside you. 

You’re slumped over him, trying to bring your heartbeat back to normal. Damn, you two really cannot be left alone anymore. You run a hand over your hair, pushing yourself up, feeling him softening inside you. You lift your eyes and meet those of Jason Lannister, who stands wide-eyed with two beers in his hand.

“I uh-um I’ll just leave you to it!” he says, before leaving the room.

Your jaw has dropped, and you feel Aemond chuckling against you. You smack at his chest.

“It’s not funny!” you hiss, and Aemond brings you in for a kiss.

“It’s kind of funny,” he murmurs against your lips.

“What are we doing?” you ask, staying on top of him, “we clearly have a problem.”

“What is the problem?” he asks, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We keep having sex,” you tell him, rolling your eyes.

“Do you like having sex with me?” Aemond asks, eyes narrowing. 

Well, here goes nothing.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He bites his bottom lip.

“I like having sex with you too,” he says, “even though you’re infuriating.”

“You called me baby,” you accuse.

Aemond blinks at you.

“I also called you a cock-drunk slut,” he tells you, “I say a lot of things during sex with you, you bring out the worst in me.”

You smile at that.

“I wouldn’t say that’s the worst,” you tell him, batting your lashes.

“Oh you liked that, did you?” he says, smile growing.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but don’t disagree, “listen I’m not sleeping with anyone else.”

“Neither am I,” he tells you.

“And I am very serious about my studies-”

“Same here.”

You narrow your eyes.

“So this cannot interfere with that,” you tell him.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he answers. 

“Good. So…” you say, shifting on his lap, “since we’re on the same page…”

“You want to get out of here?” Aemond finishes the sentence for you.

You grin wickedly at him, and nod.

AN: hope you liked this part!! 🤭

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Childhood friends to lovers w modern Jace and he’s just really protective over you. When they go out to a party, he’s just begging you to not start anything with any guys, and he’s lowkey mad at you for wearing something revealing. You end up really drunk to the point where Jace has to take you home and you’re just rlly touchy and bold, confessing things you would never say if you sober. And he’s just being flirty back and teasing you abt the stuff you’re saying about him. Idek where this is going but like eventual smut. 😩 Ty, your works are so good.

I love college modern!Jace. To my eyes, he is always part of the hockey team and friends with Cregan. This is how I see modern!Jace

Sorry, I didn't do smut because consent when drunk is not valid consent (you know what I mean?) but everything else is checked!

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Jace sat on your bed as you finished getting ready in your bathroom. He played with the ears of your purple giraffe plushie, smiling when he saw the friendship bracelet still tied to its neck. 

‘’Do you know if Jason is gonna be there tonight?’’ 

‘’Lannister?’’ 

You hummed and Jace grimaced. 

‘’He’s a fucking asshole and only want you for sex. Don’t talk to him. Okay?’’ 

You rolled your eyes in the mirror, tired of Jace disapproving of every guy you talked to. He wasn't trying to make all guys seem bad; he just knew them and their intentions better than you. He was looking out for you.

And you trusted his judgment. 

‘’Yes, dad,’’ you replied sarcastically as you came out of the bathroom. 

Jace’s head lifted when you came into view, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the top you were wearing. To his eyes, this was a bra — with a longer bodice. While you looked really good in it, guys at the party will think the same and oggle you in ways that would make Jace want to punch them.

‘’Eh, is there a second shirt that goes over this one?’’ 

You frowned at his question. ‘’No. Why? What’s wrong with my shirt?’’ 

Jace took a few seconds to think of a way of saying that your shirt was showing a lot without sounding like he was calling you slutty. ‘’Aren’t you gonna get cold? It’s nearly November.’’

You shrugged, grabbing your phone and dorm keys. ‘’I’m fine. You always give me your jacket when I get cold.’’ 

‘’Right. But maybe you should take a jacket with you? In case I’m not available to give you mine.’’ 

‘’Not available?’’ Your lips curled into a mischievous smirk. ‘’Jacaerys Velaryon, are you planning on leaving with a girl tonight?’’ you teased, poking at his chest. You’ve seen him kissing girls at parties, but he never left with any of them. 

He ignored your question, clearly not wanting to discuss his romantic life. ‘’Let’s go. Cregan is already on his third beer. I need to get my revenge on air hockey before he gets too drunk.’’ 

You laughed, slipping your phone into your small purse. ‘’Can I play too?’’ 

‘’We’ll see,’’ Jace said, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of your dorm. 

It’s not that he didn’t want you to play. You’ve played with the boys before. It’s just that your shirt was not ideal for playing air hockey. If you leaned on the table, everything would be exposed and he didn’t like the idea of his friends looking at your tits. 

The music was loud at the frat house, plunging everyone into the ambiance. You were sipping your second drink and dancing with your friends after watching Cregan annihilate Jace at air hockey. Jace seemed distracted, his eyes scanning the room instead of focusing on the game. Maybe he was searching for a girl?

Shaking off the thought, you headed to the kitchen and made yourself another drink. You should be happy if he found someone he liked, but the truth was, you were secretly jealous. He had been your best friend since kindergarten, you should have dibs on him.

You put the caps back on the bottles and reached for your glass, but someone snatched it away.

‘’Hey! Give it back!’’ 

‘’No more drinks for you,’’ Jace said from behind you, pouring the contents of your glass into the sink.

‘’It’s my first drink. Okay, maybe my second…or third.’’ A giggle escaped your lips. You were a lightweight when it came to drinking, a fact you always seemed to forget. ‘’I think I’m a little tipsy.’’

Jace raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. ‘’Tipsy?’’ He shook his head and suggested you head home and watch Grey’s Anatomy.  

You pouted, not wanting to leave the party just yet, but the thought of watching Grey's Anatomy with Jace sounded nice. He was always so invested in the episodes and characters, but it was a secret. If his teammates knew, they would never let him live it down.

His arm was around you, leading you out of the frat house and into the cool night air. As you walked back to your dorm, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for Jace’s presence. You didn’t know many guys who would offer to take their drunk friend home without any bad intentions.  

‘’You’re a good person, Jace,’’ you said, his jacket over your shoulders. ‘’Always looking out for me.’’

He chuckled, pulling you closer when a group of drunk guys walked by. ‘’What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?’’

You didn’t respond. 

Once you were at your dorm, you set up your laptop and settled into your small bed. It was a tight fit, but you and Jace made it work. 

The episode started where you left off. 

‘’Who do you think is better? McDreamy or McSteamy?’’ you asked as Derek appeared on the screen. 

‘’I don’t know,’’ Jace responded, lying comfortably against your pillows. ‘’Mark is eye-candy, but I think early seasons McDreamy was peak.’’ 

You nodded, laying your head against Jace’s shoulder. ‘’Same. I have a soft spot for brunets. And curly hair.’’

‘’Derek doesn’t have curly hair…’’ 

‘’But you do and it’s cute.’’ 

‘’You think my hair is cute?’’ Jace repeated, teasing you.

‘’It’s so curly and bouncy. And soft too.’’ You twirled one of Jace’s curly hair around your finger, your fingers lingering as position caused your chest to press slightly against his. ‘’And you smell very good. Except when you play hockey. You’re stinky.’’

Jace laughed, the sound vibrating through your body. ‘’Good to know. I’ll make sure I shower before seeing you.’’ 

You smiled, your fingers still playing with his hair. ‘’You’re so pretty.’’ 

Your last compliment took him by surprise, his cheeks flushing. Had you not been intoxicated on alcohol, tonight would have taken a different turn, but Jace was respectful. He would never make a move without your sober consent.

‘’Eh, thanks. Let's...let's continue watching Greys.’’

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[bucknastysbabe]

hii, could you write smt abt aegon ii? 🥹 like kinda perv and loser stepbrother!aegon

YES I CAN! Hope you enjoy, getting back into my Aegon ways a bit! Xoxo

Just like that video! - Aegon II

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser perv step-bro Aegon, TW: alcohol abuse, underage (17) sexual moment, cocaine use, fat shaming, modern au, Aeg’s a shit but means well, Lannister reader, and they were step-siblings, lots of banter, pnv!sex, chubby!aeg, begging, family interactions, pseudo Incest and they get off on it, the panties were allowed to be kept

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You had no choice but to come home for college this summer, being a lame freshman. Next year you planned on getting a place off-campus with some of your tennis teammates. You would go back to the mansion this summer, reluctantly.

The stupid mansion your family had inherited over generations. Casterly Rock. Now it was infested with your stepmother's weird fucking offspring, minus Daeron. You liked Daeron. Regardless, the youngest sibling could not protect you from the advances of Alicent's eldest son Aegon.

He was harmless, really. He currently was in a 'gap year' between his junior and senior years. The term gap year was a nice overcoat of gloss. You knew he had a bad coke and alcohol problem and needed to get straightened out. You hadn't seen the fucker since he was absent for most of the holidays in a sober-living program.

You had been home for about three hours now, isolating in your room, watching Hulu, bored as fuck. You had spoken to your father and Alicent while the servants brought up your belongings. Alicent asked politely, "How was nationals? You know we would have come but Daeron was graduating."

"We got our ass kicked, I wish I was there to see Daeron too. Where's his highness?"

Jason grumbled, "Eating the house."

Alicent's face soured slightly at the mention of Aegon. She hummed, "He's just working his program and staying sober until he can finish up school. Mainly mopes around, it'll be good for him to have you here." You nodded, holding your tongue. Jason snorted and said, "Make him get the hell off his ass or something, play tennis, who knows. Dinner's at eight."

It would be a boring summer. Maybe you could call up the Reyne or Tarbeck boys for some fun. You didn't particularly want to hang around your peaked and washed-up fratboy loser of a stepbrother. You remember from when you were younger and excited, your father was marrying into the royal family!

You were met with a toddling Daeron, shy and dreamy Helaena, intense Aemond, and Aegon. Who promptly pointed at your chest and scoffed, "Totally not like the porno huh? That's lame." You stood in abject Lannister horror, planning on his immediate downfall.

Instead, you grew up under the shadows of your strange siblings. Aegon was 4 years your elder and acted like he was still in middle school. He ignored or made fun of his 'stuck-up stepsister.' You had a strange interaction when he was home on a holiday You had just turned seventeen and Aegon was a junior. He was pretty bad off when he first came in with Criston, the guard holding him up.

Aegon was rail-thin, drunk as fuck, and a crying mess. You exchanged a look with Aemond, the other brother making a face of disgust. He whispered to you, "Dumbass is about to get kicked out of school, he's on academic probation right now. Or might I mention his raging alcoholism and cocaine addiction?"

The pair of you watched him get dragged off to your parent's room. You mustered a weak reply, "I knew he was a drunk but not that damn bad." Alicent had put him on Antabuse when he was in high school and then deemed him alright to go to college.

That night you'd gone out with the Westerlings to Lannisport, you had a fake ID yourself. Coming back you managed to score Aegon some blow and a bottle. You don't know why you did. Maybe it was that desire to gain his pointless approval. You did it anyhow, smuggling it into your purse. Criston didn't bat an eye, he thought you were the golden child, soon-to-be salutatorian, and a tennis scholarship to a good school in Oldtown.

You crept down the hall, Aegon had the big room on the corner of the second floor. Knocking on the door, a haggard Aegon moaned, "What? I feel like shit! Fuck off, Cole! Jason! Whoever you are!"

You yell-whispered back, "No dumbass it's me, I have something."

The door opened to a much sicker Aeg, eyes red-rimmed, skinny body trembling under a thick blanket. You gasped "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a virus?"

"No. Withdrawals. What did you bring me?" His violet eyes leered at your bodycon dress, making your cheeks heat up. He was handsome, stepbrother or fiend or whatever. You looked around and handed him the baggie and bottle. Aegon's eyes lit up and his smile brightened. He dragged you into his room, smelling of sweat and alcohol.

"Thank fuck, I needed this so bad, gods you are an angel."

You shrugged, standing there as he chugged some of the liquor, sighing in audible relief. He eyed you and asked, "You got a credit card?" Nodding in slight fear you rifled more in the purse and handed him the card. Aegon locked his door and got busy chopping up the coke. You pulled out your wine bottle and sat down, watching him drinking and shakily chopping up the white powder.

You ended up drunk as a skunk, Aegon absolutely cooked and giddy. He was making you laugh, chatting like you were a friend. Going so far as to inquire about your boring life. He seemed at ease, the dark cloud that would hang over Aegon had melted. The blonde looked at you with glassy eyes and hummed, "M'sorry for being a prick, you're not half bad."

"Sure, you're just happy I fueled your problem. Stuck up Lannister isn't that boring."

He laughed a bit, pretty teeth shining. Aegon asked, "Wanna watch this stupid movie? M'wired up right now." You gestured to the remnants of the coke and giggled, "I'd imagine, yeah come on then." You'd drunkenly climbed onto his huge bed, Aegon plopping on the other side, typing the movie into the big ass television.

It was funny, but somewhere along the way, Aegon had inched his way toward you. You had moved closer to him, snuggling into his side. The voice of reason was screeching in your head. Your stepbrother turned his face to yours, murmuring, "You're so fucking pretty you know that? I don't care how fucked up that is, I am fucked up."

You surged forward to meet his plump lips, Aegon's hand holding your cheek as he kissed you. He laughed darkly, nipping at your lip and sliding in a tongue. As the liplock grew more heated- spit-slick lips and tongues sliding against each other, Aegon rolled his frame atop yours, settling between your spread legs. Your dress rucked up to your panties from the movement, drawing a helpless whine from your throat.

This was disgusting, wrong, awful.

You arched into his touches on your hips, groaning into his mouth as you sensually kissed him, growing messier by the second. Aegon rutted a bit against your pussy, softly moaning and squeezing your waist. He murmured in your ear, "Mm, I know you're all wet for me, stepsis." Skinny fingers crawled to the edge of your underwear.

A deep pang of fear struck you, suddenly withdrawing and backing out of Aegon's amorous embrace. You shook your head, heart beating too fast, shame and guilt pounding your head in. The platinum-haired man stared in confusion, stuttering, "W-What the fuck? Are you okay? Hey!"

You shook your head, chest too tight to speak. grabbing the remnants of your debauchery you skittered out of his room, silent tears running down your face. You felt weird, you drew a line in the sand that would not wash away. With fucking Aegon. You could hit yourself.

The rest of the days he was icy. Icy all the way until he was going into rehab and further treatment. You didn't dwell on the experience until now, eyes darting towards his room. You would have to see him eventually. Passing by his door all you could hear was video game noises.

You locked the door to your room, a bit of anxiety peeping through. For the seven's sake, you were an adult now! You would be a polite sibling, Aegon was obviously sick at the time and trying to get well. He'd written you an apology from his sober living place and you wrote back a brief acceptance and gave well wishes. So it couldn't be that bad?

You'd take a nap and deal with your insane family later.

Sitting down at the dinner table, the normal-sized one, you chatted with your mother and Criston about tennis. Jason prepped some sort of penne dish with a salad. The sound of a chair being scooted back alerted everyone to another presence. It was Aegon. He murmured a quiet, "Hey. Nice to see you sis, sorry 'bout nationals."

"Thanks Aegon, how are you doing? Super proud of you."

You tried not to stare at your stepbrother but he had...changed. His hair had grown out to shoulder length and he'd put on weight. Nothing terrible, but it had to range somewhere in 50 pounds (23kg). The big sweatshirt and too-small joggers didn't quite help his case either.

"Yeah, it's not bad, ready to get back to school or do something before I go crazy."

Jason snarked, "A job is always a good idea huh?"

The awkward silence was permeated by an excited Daeron hugging you, still sweaty from soccer practice. You mock gagged and smiled at the little brother, batting him away. Criston hummed, "Dare's already started practicing at King's Landing U." You grinned, "Hell yeah! I'll come boo you when you play Oldtown!"

Things fell into a familiar rhythm besides Aegon scarfing his food up and excusing himself. Alicent called after him, "Where are you going, honey? Come visit with us." Aegon sighed, "I have a headache, sorry."

Your dad shook his dark blonde hair, rolling green eyes. He scoffed, "All Aegon does is eat and play video games. He'll be a fucking cow sooner or later."

You found yourself speaking up, "Would you rather have him chubby and sober or skinny and tweaked out Dad?"

Jason forked some pasta in his mouth, shaking his head. Criston broke the next stage of awkward silence. "Hey, he's almost at a year now. I'd never think I would see the day." Daeron nodded along. Dinner resumed to normal.

You had helped your father clean up, the conversation stunted and awkward. Lannister men had a tendency to never understand a woman, just a family thing. Some of your friends had fathers who didn't suck. Alicent tried and Criston was the occasionally cool uncle. Even if he wasn't related to any of you, just something that came along with being royal.

You spent some more time playing smash bros with Daeron, laughing and catching up after much needed time. It was late and you glanced at your phone. Marq Tarbeck had texted you back. You ignored it, yawning, "Alright Dare, I think it's time to hit the sack." His sleepy purple eyes seemed to agree as he got up, muttering about 'getting his nasty ass in the shower.'

Daeron split ways with you, going to his room nearby, and you up and across the mansion. Your room was also on the second floor- there was no way but to pass Aegon's room. Part of you wanted to check on him, it seemed like your father was hard on him. The other half said fuck it, he doesn't need to be babied. Still, you paused at his door, listening to the vague background noise of the television.

"F-fucking, god, baby," he groaned, muffled.

Your eyes widened in shock. A drawn out moan of your name made you freeze. Aegon rambled, "Knew you'd be so cute taking my dick stepsis. Gods!" His deep voice made you tremble slightly. Your imagination painted an image of Aeg spread out, fisting his cock, thickened thighs flexing. His plump lips would be extra swollen, those cute chubby cheeks blotchy.

Oh Gods. You couldn't. He was having a private moment and you stood outside his door like a weirdo. Then your phone began to ring. A loud buzzing as you frantically switched it off, fucking Tarbeck! With a pitiful whine you tried to book it away to your room.

"Get your ass back here!" came Aegon's whisper-yell.

You paused, hand over your mouth. Fucking fuck, you thought.

"C'mon, get over here, I heard you."

You dramatically groaned and shuffled to Aegon's doorway, eyes downcast, blushing heavily. A finger tilted your chin up, you reluctantly looking at his smug face. Aegon hummed, "Did you want a look-see or just to listen? You're just slumming it now huh? No Reynes or Tarbecks?"

You gritted out, "I was going to check on you, but then I heard my name. Of course I'd be curious to why you were moaning it."

Aegon rolled his eyes, scoffing, "So. Jig's up. I stole your pretty little lace panties to fuck too. Since I'm a man of honesty now."

Arousal laced up your stomach, pussy throbbing at the actual desperation this fucker was giving off. You panted a bit, shouldering him aside. Your panties were indeed on the bed, thoroughly used. Gaping at Aegon he shrugged, basking in the debauchery. Guess being sober didn't change him from being a little pervert.

You muttered, "I can't believe you."

"I tried to fuck you did I not? I remember how eager you were."

Glancing at his lidded eyes and frankly punchable face you kissed the man, gripping at his oversized sweatshirt. Aegon seemed surprised, inhaling sharply before grabbing your ass and returning the kiss with vigor. He murmured, "You aren't running away- hah- this time." He squeezed your ass hard, lips intense against yours.

Pressing yourself to his soft belly he stiffened a bit, apoligizing, "M'not very in shape, too many sweets, cock's the same." You shrugged, pulling his heavier frame atop your own, a thick thigh slotted between your sinewy legs. He groaned softly, hands pulling at your shirt impatiently.

He grunted while shucking off his sweatshirt, elbow about to take you out. You yelped and ducked, Aegon guffawing. "Sorry?" He chuckled. Shaking your head you pulled on his longer hair and resumed the earlier attentions. The blondie rudely unsnapped your bra, shoving you up the bed at the same time.

Pulling away with a snarl you exclaimed "Fucking hell are you going to manhandle me around the bed or kiss me?"

Aegon deadpanned, "Wanna see you naked. Going to do that for me this time? Nice tits by the way, I can say it's like the porno now."

You growled and shoved down your shorts and underwear, somehow turned on by his shithead attitude and stupid grin. Pointing at him you hissed, "Your turn. Those briefs looking a little tight anyways." Aegon snorted, laughing at you again while shimmying his ill-fitting briefs off. His violet eyes greedily roved over you, the shameless perv.

"Happy Lady Lannister?" He asked while gesturing to his hard cock.

"Much better, get over here."

Aegon pulled you by the legs, thick waist keeping your thighs spread, fat cock rudely shoved flush against your embarrasingly wet pussy. He pressed teasing little kisses across your throat, grasping hands all over your tits and ass. You mewled- rutting a bit against him, utterly pinned by his heavier weight.

"Gods- Aegon, you- gods!" you wheedled, shaky hands digging into his shoulders, slipping down to his plush hips and squeezing. He moaned and began to slide against your slit, eyes rolling erotically. Aegon rasped, "Been so fucking long- know you're tighter than I ever dreamed of. Little cocktease."

He took your mouth again, a possessive hand grabbing your chin, lips and tongue domineering and invasive. You were quickly becoming a puddle, whining as you tried to keep up, unable to focus as the bulbous tip of Aegon's thick cock jerked against your needy clit. Your stepbrother groaned raggedly, "Lion? Mewling kitten huh baby sis?" You whined again, jerking against him to claw at his shoulder.

"That's it, lemme see you try."

You huffed in frustration, nipping Aegon's puffy lips, trying to rut back against him. He laughed into your mouth, rough hands planting on your tits, thumbs swiping across your peaked nipples. You cried out into his warm mouth, shivering as Aegon alternated between dizzying little circles with the pad of his thumb or pinching and pulling roughly.

"Ah, mmm, fuck, fuck you, get- get a condom- oh my gods!"

Aegon groaned in annoyance. "We're literally rich, just go get a plan B."

"Get your lazy ass up and grab it!"

"Sound just like your father, gonna call me fat next?"

You stared at him, waiting. Aegon made a whole deal about heaving himself up and ungainly rolling to his side table, rifling through. "You're not even fat, sure are acting like it though, huffing about nothing," you replied. The prince returned with a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth. As he rolled it on the buffoon asked "Is it that bad? Be honest. The weight, I mean."

Alicent had made some weird fucking kids. You glanced around Aegon's body. He looked better than the last time you fooled around, actually healthy in appearence. The man took the brunt around his midsection, wide striped hips and a soft pooch. It appeared there was a slim layer of softness around his thighs, arms, and face. He seemed nervous now, that creeping insecurity.

"You look good. Healthier than being a skeleton. I don't see an issue. Maybe dress a bit snappier?"

He smirked, blushing and cursing, "Oh fuck off, I guess if you deem it alright. Let's fuck, yeah?"

You nodded with a grin, sealing your lips onto his own, wrapping your thighs around him tight. Both of you moaned as he slipped in, stretching your tight pussy out. Gods it felt good, the girth dragging against your sensitive spots. His hips stuttered a bit, hands clamping on your hips as he swore. You goaded Aeg on, digging your heels into his ass and whining his name.

Aegon pecked your mouth one more time, tucking his face into your neck, thighs heavily smacking your hips as he fucked. You yelped at the sudden movements, shivering in delight. Aegon grunted on every thrust, gasping against your neck before sinking his teeth in to grace your delicate skin.

You could do nothing but take his relentless bullying of your sensitive hole, thick tip drilling your sweet spot as he changed angles with a sharp inhale. Goosebumps littered your skin, sweat building between the pair of you. Your whines and his groans made a lurid cacophony, the slapping of flesh and the squelch of your own cunt.

Aegon panted, "Such a tight fuckin' pussy, made for me, s'good."

You arched feebly into his soft stomach, tits rubbing against his own. All you could manage was crying Aegon's name, tightening around him. You begged "Please, Aeg, touch me, touch me please, m'gonna cummm!" He growled in reflex, hips jerking particularly rough into the soft roof of your pussy.

"Yeah baby? Need your clit rubbed so you can come all over my dick? Beg some more, want you to mean it."

He slapped your thigh, smirking with lust blown pupils. Your eyebrows had knit together, the burning coil of ecstasy tightening into a ball. You just really really really needed Aegon to play with your clit. In the most embarrassing mewl you begged again. "Aeeegon, please! It fucking hurts, m'so swollen for you, please stepbrother, lemme cum, it-it'll feel so good!"

You sobbed in frustration, Aegon rumbling, "Mhm, I gotcha, needy little slut for a step sister. Fuck, you're gonna make me blow." His thumb and forefinger pinched and rubbed your flushed bundle of nerves, your stepbrother slapping a hand down on your wailing mouth. His hips stuttered, eyes rolled again as you clamped down on his twitching cock.

He babbled something, frantically swiping your nub until you released in a gush of slick, shivering from head to toe. Aegon made a gutted noise, his full weight baring down as he sloppily fucked himself out, groaning in near agony. He stiffened and whimpered your name, lips hanging agape as his cock emptied into the condom. Your pussy throbbed and twitched as you stared at the ceiling, hand in Aegon's platinum hair.

He groaned softly, "Ffffucking hell Lannister, you little demon."

Aegon groaned and slid out, laying on his back, pudgy belly heaving as he gathered some breath. You were just as limp, trying to formulate a sentence. Aegon tied off the condom and haphazardly threw it into a trash bin. You wrinkled your nose but managed to make the sluggish movements into his soft side. He was much more cuddly with the extra weight and post-orgasm haze.

Aegon wrapped a lazy arm around you, lips slightly curled up. He hummed, "You aren't going to run this time are you?"

"No. I don't think I will. We can tell Dad we're getting you lots of exercise now huh?"

"Just like the porno."

"Shut up."

[atopvisenyashill]

okay fuck avoiding the dance how do we get ned out of the capital alive.

i think his main obstacle here is actually littlefinger and that’s hard to get around because ned has no real reason to distrust him besides littlefinger being skeezy, and catelyn trusts littlefinger

still, if i’m ned, and i get a letter saying there’s a conspiracy against my bestie and my wife is telling me i have to get involved, i’m contacting the closest thing to a southerner i know aka wyman manderly and going “hey can i have like. some spies. actually can you just come to the capital with me” and i’m telling varys that respectfully he’s fired. if i can’t fire him - why SHOULDNT i be able to but maybe robert is being annoying - i’m having manderly at every council meeting regardless.

it's probably harder to fire renly but i still think i'm bringing someone else i trust - a riverlander maybe, someone more In Tune With The South, like Jason Mallister perhaps - to at least shadow him and see if he's doing his job.

i get why he doesn’t want to tell sansa straight up not to trust the lannisters because what if she gives something away but not telling her anything is clearly a mistake. tbh i think even at the capital is slightly too late, he needs to tell her before they leave winterfell that they can’t be trusted. getting cat to do this is probably helpful, i do imagine she would listen more to her mother than her father about something like marriage and southron politics.

i feel the same about lady, i understand he doesn’t just try to sneak her back north because that would be difficult as fuck but if he just straight up says to robert’s face “if you want me to kill that wolf for you i’m taking my entire family back north and i’m coming back south to be your hand without my kids.” like call that man's bluff right away. i think robert shows in canon that he'll yell and scream at ned but he ultimately won't actually arrest ned for shit and ned should really push his luck here when it comes to lady because if robert can't back him up over a pet, well that says something you know.

but really - just avoid leaving sansa alone with joffrey and you can avoid this? actually wait - call up a mormont to be sansa’s sworn shield. i think alysane is pregnant at this point right, so call up dacey (or lyra? is lyra a warrior too?) and be like "STICK TO SANSA LIKE WESTEROS VERSION OF GLUE." handing sansa off is maybe not the best move parenting wise but it's one i think ned would realisticaly take - give her a peer or two that understand the danger and can explain it to her in a way she understands easier. but also - have CATELYN explain to sansa literally anything.

also, get her the harp tutor she wants so she has something to focus on besides joffrey.

send someone you trust, like jory or even the blackfish (someone stannis would respect) to stannis to be like "why did you cut and run you fuck???? get your ass back here i need some goddamn help." if he refuses, pull rank because why is this man disappearing so suspiciously and not telling anyone???

the MOMENT there's a problem - something goes wrong on the trident, something is even vaguely fishy at the capital - tell robb and cat to call the banners in the north and riverlands. i'm dead ass here. maybe it's not subtle - can you do this subtlely? if you can, do it that way - but i just think it's better to not fuck around here when all you have is a letter from lysa saying "something's fucky."

DON'T TELL CERSEI YOU KNOW ABOUT THE INCEST BEFORE YOU GRAB HOLD OF THE CAPITAL. I would honestly grab her kids, force them onto a boat, and tell her "get on the boat right now or robert will kill you all and i won't be able to stop him." don't give her a choice, don't give her a chance to regroup.

[flowerandblood]

Glass Cuts Deepest (2)

[ professor! • Aemond x student! • female ]

[ warnings: angst, trauma, mention of sexual harassment, violence, swearing, self-destructive behavior ]

[ description: A female painting student is finally able to choose the specialisation she has dreamt of - stained glass. She wants to become a student of the best specialist in this field, but he, for some reason, refuses to accept female students into his workshop. She finds out that he once slapped a female student of one of the other professors. Nevertheless, she makes an attempt to find out what happened then and to convince him to teach her. Slow burn, sexual tension, dark, agressive Aemond, great childhood traumas. ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He woke up suddenly pulling himself up to sit down, breathing loudly, his heart pounding so hard he thought he was dying. He looked around − he was alone in his bedroom, his room in semi-darkness, it was barely dawn. He swallowed loudly feeling his sweaty t-shirt stick to his back and ran his hand over his face, trying to calm himself down.

Every time he thought he had got over it, it all came back to him in nightmares.

Embarrassed, he found that his legs were shaking as he rose from the bed, heading towards his bathroom to take a shower. He stood under the rain of warm water and leaned his forehead against the wet, tiled wall, trying not to think about it, to push it out, to forget it.

He tried to focus on his classes, on the fact that he had to prepare, on the fact that his midterms were coming up soon as well as the deadline for his stained glass windows for his next church.

He needed to focus on his work.

He went to his workshop earlier than usual, taking only a cup of coffee with him, knowing that he wouldn't last alone at home anyway, with only one thing on his mind.

He felt like he was about to throw up and stopped for a moment, clenching his eyes shut. He swallowed loudly, acknowledging that the feeling had passed, and clicked the light switch on the side of the table, the pieces of glass he had cut earlier lit up in bright, intense colours.

He thought that although the glass had hurt him so many times, cutting his hands, in the end it rewarded his suffering with a beautiful final work that he hoped would last for centuries. In this case, he thought, his physical harm had a purpose, it was almost noble.

Unlike what had befallen him then.

He pressed his lips together at the thought, feeling sick again, and put down his brush of patina, putting his hands on the table and leaning back, tired.

He had no strength left.

He heard someone's footsteps − someone walked into his workshop, but did not greet him.

He shuddered when he smelled an intense female perfume beside him and stepped back like a man possessed, looking at Jason Lannister's student with wide eyes.

He felt like something had locked inside him, he couldn't move − the girl opened her mouth to say something, but he wouldn't let her.

"Get out. Immediately." He said coolly, feeling that his hands were trembling.

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

The girl smiled at him in a way he hated, in a way that suggested she thought he was teasing her, that he was pretending.

"I only came to ask for advice on my work, Professor Lannister is absent today." She said surprised, fixing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Get out." He repeated, louder this time, his heart pounding like a mad.

Whore.

Slut.

Bitch.

Get out.

"Are you so unpleasant to all female students, or just to me, Professor? Oh, I forgot, you don't accept women into your workshop. Fucking chauvinist." She growled, furrowing her brow, recognising that she had a right to judge him, to speak to him like that in his own workshop, to a professor who had achieved more in a few years than she would achieve in a lifetime.

"Get the fuck out." He hissed, looking at her menacingly, all tense, unable to get the smell of her perfume out of his nose, too much like her smell, then − he felt like he was about to really throw up though, his stomach twisting in an intense spasm.

The girl bit her lip, putting her hands at her sides, looking at him with some kind of pride, as if she thought she had the right to do so, to tell him how it was going to be, to bring him down to earth with her feminist bullshit.

"You have no right to speak like that to any woman, Professor. Do you understand? I demand an immediate apology." She said with certainty, from which he laughed out loud, shaking his head in disbelief. His face turned from amused to pale with rage, he saw fear and discomfort in her gaze.

"When Jason pats your ass you squeal with joy. Did you come here because you were hoping for the same thing? Then you were wrong. Now, get the fuck out." He hissed, shaking with anger and horror at the same time, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

She really thought he hadn't seen it?

It was things like this that he paid the most attention to.

He had fought for years to get all those fucking perverts thrown out, and because of students like her, Lannister believed that what he was doing was normal, healthy.

He felt a gag reflex in his throat and stepped back, swallowing loudly, trying to catch his breath.

You are such a pretty boy, Aemond.

Your eye, your scars don't bother me at all.

Why are you so tense?

He stepped back, horrified, as she came close to him, too close, looking at him with her lips clenched, her breasts exposed in a substantial cleavage rising and falling in uneven breaths.

All he could think about was wanting to pull away from her, but he couldn't move.

"I know very well that you are a worse pervert than he is. Why do you not accept girls into your workshop? Maybe you're afraid you'd rape them because none of them would ever want you of their own free will?" She hissed, and he slapped her face so hard that she fell to the floor.

He stared at her with his mouth wide open, panting loudly − she looked at him with resentment and horror, catching herself with her hand on her red cheek, not believing he had done it.

"I won't leave it like that, Professor. Have a nice day." She mumbled terrified, on the verge of crying, and walked out, leaving him alone.

He barely had time to run to the sink where the students washed their hands after finishing their work before he threw up.

Why are you so tense?

Just stay still and let me take care of myself.

Look, see?

You wouldn't be so hard if you didn't want it.

He was panting loudly, coughing in convulsions, trembling all over, clasping his hands on the metal sink. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing it was a panic attack, that it would pass soon, it would pass, it would pass, as it always, always had, and it would now too.

It took several long minutes before his heart stopped beating like mad, before his mind sobered again, before he felt he knew what was happening to him again.

He rinsed his mouth out quickly with cold water, washed his face with his hands and groaned low, terrified, knowing what awaited him now.

What he had done.

He was not surprised when, later that same day, the rector himself called him in.

He hadn't reacted as strongly when he reported to him that Jason was too fond of his female students and not every one of them was happy about it.

He listened calmly to the allegations, but when the man asked him to explain, he said nothing but what he really thought.

This slut deserved it.

If he could, he would slap her again.

She was just proof to him that he was right.

He didn't want any woman in his workshop.

His therapist was not happy to hear that.

"Why did you do that?" He asked, fiddling with the pen in his hand, and he sighed heavily.

"She suggested I might be a rapist. She came and threatened me in my own workshop. She came too close, she…"

"…violated your space." He finished calmly, and he pressed his lips together, tracing his chin with his fingers.

"Yes."

"What consequences will you face now?" The man asked him, correcting with a slight movement the glasses slipping off his nose. He sighed heavily, massaging his temple, no longer having the strength to think about it.

"None. I bring the university too much money from the curia. The girl won't press charges against me because I know about her relationship with Jason, but she's slandering me on some inferior gossip site. She implies that I was interested in her. Fucking bullshit." He chuckled, burying his face in his hands, shaking his head.

"Is this ever going to stop? I don't want to hurt any women. I just wish they wouldn't come near me anymore."

The next two years he faced the wry stares of other students and lecturers. He knew what they thought of him − that he had hit innocent young girl, that he was an abusive man with mental problems who needed psychiatric treatment.

If it had been a female student who had slapped him, everyone would surely have thought that he had obviously done something to deserve it, that he had picked on her or made immoral proposals to her.

The fact that he did it must have been because he was habitually violent.

Even if he tried to explain it to them, they would still think he had gone too far.

He didn't give a shit.

They couldn't destroy him any more than he already was.

He just wanted to be able to work in peace.

When he saw before the new semester in the system a woman's name on his attendance list for the second year of his specialisation he decided immediately that it was a simple mistake and went to the dean's office with it, wanting it fixed. The woman grunted loudly, looking at him uncertainly.

"It's not a mistake, Professor. She signed you in as her supervisor." She said, standing up, pulling out for him the documents she had submitted to confirm her words.

He looked through them quickly and clenched his eyes, feeling like he was about to explode.

Why?

Why couldn't he have holy peace?

He figured that he would simply not read her out during class, that he would pretend she didn't exist until she was discouraged. He had no intention of wasting his strength or attention on her.

That's what he did.

"She's not like that, Aemond. Really. She focuses on her work, she's diligent. Three times I made her start the same face over and she did it without saying a word. She is humble and learns quickly. It's a shame to give her up to waste to Jason or Floris." Said Cregan, massaging his chin, sitting across from him in his office.

His words surprised him, as it was the first time since they had worked together that he had tried to smuggle a girl into their workshop despite knowing what his opinion was on the subject.

"No. There are always problems with them sooner or later. She was almost crying by now. I don't want any weepy scenes in my workshop. I −" He paused as he heard a loud knock on the door, Cregan immediately got up and opened it.

He glanced over his shoulder surprised that he hadn't said anything and saw her notebook and pen.

He squeezed his eyes shut, running his hand over his face.

Fuck.

No. No. No. No. No.

"Please, find five minutes for me, Professor." He heard her soft, pleading tone. Cregan stepped back and it was only then that he saw her.

Although dressed like a boy, she had something of a girlish lightness about her − her face was pleasant, her eyes large, full of terror, surrounded by dark long lashes, her lips pressed into a tight line.

He figured that if he didn't let her say what she wanted she'd probably pester him with messages, and he didn't want that, so he hummed under his breath, took out his phone and turned on the stopwatch.

"Five minutes." He said lowly and heard Cregan walk out quickly leaving them alone.

He felt his heart pounding hard, his whole body trembling as he saw her take a step towards him.

"Don't come up, just stand there and talk. You're running out of time." He burst out coolly, clenching his hand into a fist, feeling his whole body take on a defensive form, ready to react aggressively immediately if necessary.

She, however, stepped back and swallowed loudly, looking down at her fingers, fiddling with her notebook in a nervous gesture.

"I know what rules you have set in your workshop and I wish very much now that I had been born a man, but unfortunately I am not." She muttered with difficulty, her voice trembling with fear. He felt a squeeze in his heart at her words and thought that it was indeed not her fault, but he couldn't help the way he was either.

"I saw your artworks while I was still in high school at St. John's Cathedral, and having always dreamed of creating stained glass for churches, I wanted to be taught by someone who is such an accomplished specialist in the field as you are. I know how difficult the job is and I promise to do what you tell me to do without a shadow of dissatisfaction. I will not approach you except to revise my designs or projects. I will always work at the furthest table and sit in the last seat as far away from you as possible, dressing in such a way that you do not notice me and forget my existence on a daily basis. Please." She uttered the last word pathetically, pleadingly, on the verge of crying.

He knew she cared and some part of him sympathised with her, but the other distrusted her, trying to see through the manipulation in her behaviour so notable for women.

He thought she talked about his work to please him, that she was cowering in front of him and trying to pass herself off as humble, where surely if he had only agreed she would have shown him her true face straight away.

They were all the same.

They dressed their disgusting desires in the most beautiful words.

You are such a pretty boy, Aemond.

He swallowed with difficulty, drawing in air quietly.

"Just because you're a fan of my works doesn't make you a talented person. What good is it to me that you work in silence if none of your pieces will be at least satisfactory and your colleagues will have to correct your mistakes?" He asked indifferently, glancing at her again. He could see that she was growing pale and stifled, her big eyes looking at him as if she was about to fall to her knees before him and beg him.

However, she did not.

"Well. All I have with myself now are quick sketches in my notebook. They're portraits of people I see travelling on the bus to my classes." She mumbled, looking at her notebook. He sighed heavily, burying his face in his hand, disbelieving that, knowing his attitude, she hadn't brought anything with her on which he could judge her artistic ability.

What an idiot.

"So you are unprepared." He summarised and saw out of the corner of his eye that she had moved restlessly.

"None of my colleagues had to −" She started with a frown, but closed her mouth immediately when she saw his disgruntled, warning look.

"− I − yes, I'm unprepared. I'm very sorry." She whispered in shame, lowering her gaze, and he sighed again, looking ahead, raising his hand in the air.

He heard her walk up to him and slip the notepad into his palm − he didn't smell any perfume, just the scent of some pleasant coconut shampoo and lotion.

He began to look through her sketches page by page, finding that they were ordinary, simple, not bad, but not good either. He stopped, however, at a depiction of a mother holding a child on her lap, sketched quickly with a simple outline and linear shading.

The composition made him think of Renaissance paintings depicting the Madonna and Child − a young woman was leaning slightly towards the infant, helping it to hold something in his small, clenched hand.

His attention was also drawn to a drawing of a thoughtful old man with carefully depicted wrinkles and an endless, lifelong weariness, some age-old wisdom flowing from his aged eyes outlined with such quick and simple movements.

He paused, too, at the drawing of the young man, his face almost resembling that of an angel sunk in deep sleep, leaning with his temple against the glass, his lips slightly parted.

He sighed heavily and massaged his forehead, himself not knowing what he thought of it, tired and discouraged. He raised his hand with her sketchbook without looking at her.

"Three of your fifteen sketches I would consider good. Do you think that's enough?" He asked dispassionately, hearing her move restlessly.

He thought for sure she was about to start crying and begging, saying that she would improve, that she could do better.

Bullshit.

"No. It's not enough." He heard her heartbroken voice and hummed under his breath, satisfied with her answer and any self-criticism, tossing her notebook into the bin with a slight movement, where it belonged.

He lifted his gaze to her, having the feeling that the matter was now settled and that if she had any doubts about whether she wanted him to teach her, they had just been dispelled.

He saw that she was looking at the spot where he had dumped her notebook in disbelief, her lower lip quivering slightly.

"So I'll do 200 sketches, 40 of which will be good. Or 300 of which 60 will be good. I will do as many of them as you see fit, Professor." She exhaled with difficulty, but with a kind of certainty and ferocity that surprised him. He felt a strange tightening in his stomach − he didn't know what to make of her words, feeling that this was a challenge of sorts.

He shuddered as he heard the ringing of his timer and reached for his phone, muting it, staring blankly ahead.

I will do as many of them as you see fit, Professor.

"400 sketches. And they're all supposed to be good. Without them, don't even show yourself to me. Anything else?" He asked coolly, impatient and angry with himself for not being able to discourage her enough, for not being able to find an answer to her words.

"No. Thank you for the chance, Professor." She mumbled in surprise and simply walked out, closing the door behind her.

A moment later, Cregan walked in, excited, pretending not to ask her at all what he had decided.

"And how did it go?" He asked, and he threw him a furious, tired look and stood up, taking his leather jacket from the back of his chair and walked out, slamming the door loudly.

He walked out in front of the university building through a side exit and fired up a cigarette while standing by his car, taking a deep drag of the smoke, clenching his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

He didn't want her at his place, he wished she would just leave him alone.

He looked around him with absent-minded eyes, seeing students entering and leaving from a distance − he spotted a face he recognised after a moment, but something didn't feel right.

The same girl who had begged him to let her study under his supervision was apparently just walking towards the bus stop, but instead of a long black hoodie and black trousers she was wearing a light-coloured dress with buff sleeves and long woollen socks to mid-thigh.

She had changed her clothes.

She came to his class covered up, dressed as a boy.

I know what rules you have set in your workshop and I wish very much now that I had been born a man, but unfortunately I am not.

I will always work at the furthest table and sit in the last seat as far away from you as possible, dressing in such a way that you do not notice me and forget my existence on a daily basis.

He was furious with himself for feeling some kind of shame and pain, knowing that she looked perfectly normal.

Now, looking at her sideways, he realised that if he had seen her dressed like that today when she came to talk to him, he would have immediately lost his good opinion of her.

Most girls who applied for a place in his workshop thought that the prettier they dressed, the sweeter and more appealing they looked, the better the chances were that he would say yes. However, his tendency was just the opposite and for some reason this girl knew it.

She knew she wasn't the problem, it was how he perceived her and she wanted to change that image in his eyes, to blend into the background.

He swallowed hard, taking a drag on the remainder of his cigarette, staring blankly ahead, realising that she really must have cared.

He figured that if she did what he told her to do, he'd give her one and only chance.

For that sacrifice, for the fact that she understood what he had a problem with.

She showed up only a week later with two thick folders filled with sketches, again dressed in a big black sweatshirt, black trousers and trainers.

For some reason, he felt a squeeze in his heart at the sight of her.

He took her to an empty classroom so he could look at her work without the curious stares of other students. He knew she had done as many sketches as he had told her to, but he didn't have the energy to look through them all.

"Lay them out here. Show me the top 40." He said impatiently, standing a good distance away from her with his hands folded behind his back, smelling that coconut shampoo again.

He saw that she gave him a quick, horrified look and parted her lips, looking at the thick bundle of papers she held in her hand. He rolled his eyes, trying not to explode.

"Can't you judge which of your works are suitable to be shown to me?" He growled warningly wanting her to pull herself together, but she shook her head quickly and began at last to choose.

He frowned as he saw that most of her works were copies and sketches of details from churches he knew well, at least dozens of them, so he decided that she had really taken his task to heart.

"That's enough." He commanded and stepped closer to the table − she moved away immediately.

He thought he liked how she respected his private space and allowed him to focus without her input on what he was seeing.

He leaned over her works, noticing that they were more refined than the ones he had seen before, still light, but also enigmatic and expressive, all drawn on scrap paper, so they reminded him of sketches by Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo.

He liked the fact that she had wisely chosen to portray saints and angels, as these were the most common commissions they received as a students or workshop, showing her skill in this field.

He picked up one of the sketches of a sculpture of the Virgin Mary which he knew intimately, having looked at it often as a child when he went to Mass every Sunday with his mother.

"Is that a figure from the church of St Michael the Archangel?" He asked indifferently, wanting to see if she knew what he was talking about, or if she was sketching by looking at pictures on the internet.

She, however, nodded quickly.

He hummed under his breath and stepped back, looking at everything she showed him from a distance, folding his hands behind his back again.

He thought he was pleased with the result of her work.

That he could give her a chance.

"A month. For a trial. If you disappoint me, I'll kick you out." He said lowly and walked out, leaving her alone with his words.

He stepped into the workshop and was met with curious, uncertain looks from his students.

"Don't you have anything to do?" He growled, and they immediately bent over their tasks and sketches, all around him the swish of a diamond knife and the sound of breaking glass, the rustling of paper and brushes.

Cregan walked up to him and stood over him, unable to contain his curiosity.

"And how did she do?" He asked quietly, but before he had time to answer him, he saw her standing in the threshold, pressing her sketches to her chest, looking at him questioningly.

He nodded for her to enter, and with a light, happy step she crossed that invisible, mysterious line that separated his world from everything else.

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Thanks for doing this (modern!Aegon II Targaryen x reader, past Jason Lannister x reader)

synopsis: What are the odds of running into your ex at a random bar in King´s Landing on a random friday night? Well, apparently the odds are higher than you thought.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, Jason being a prick

word count: 1.8k

a/n: I am still working on requests and outlining my first series, but I wanted to put out something in the meantime. I´m sorry requests are taking so long. Any way, I hope y´all like this nonetheless. <3

What are the odds of running into your ex at a random bar in King´s Landing on a random friday night? Too many people to count in this goddamn city and you had to end up next to your ex- boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend who wasn’t even living in this goddamn city. How did he even get here?! You would have asked if you hadn’t wanted to avoid any form of conversation so badly. Looking the other way, you impatiently waited for the barkeeper to give you your drink so you could leave for the back of the bar, where you’d hopefully meet some of your friends. Unfortunately, you found yourself addressed in a posh voice only a moment later.

“What a pleasant coincidence to meet you here!” Jason Lannister had obviously recognized you and was now moving in for a kiss to each cheek.

You gave him an awkward smile. The two of you hadn’t had the healthiest of relationships, followed by a messy break-up, and you had sincerely hoped to never see Jason again when he moved back to Casterly rock.

Accordingly unenthusiastic was your reaction to his attempts at making small talk, which he didn’t seem to mind, placing a hand on your arm and going on about his vacation plans. He was in King´s landing on vacation, staying in some expensive hotel, for three weeks, one of which was already over, and considering prolonging his stay.

His breath was hitting your face, smelling of the cigarettes he’d already smoked when you’d been dating, making you shift away uncomfortably.

“No, we were not. You didn’t give a shit about my wishes and feelings.” You deadpanned.

“Some nights I wonder what would be if we had not split up. We were good together.” His hand had slipped from your arm to settle on your thigh. You grabbed it and put it back onto the counter.

“Don’t lie to me. I loved you.” He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, causing you to flinch away.

Instead of taking the hint Jason softly stroked down your temple, letting his fingers linger at the bare skin of your neck above the thin strap of your dress.

Under other circumstances, had anyone else, any random stranger gotten this close to you and touched you like this, you’d told them to fuck off, and maybe even punched them in the face if necessary, but with Jason it was different. Too many memories were being washed up to the surface. Some pleasant, many not so much.

Memories of soft touches like these, growing harsher the more you became filled with lust.

Come on, get me off.

Of course I care about you.

Memories of the same hands that’d held onto you scrolling through a phone, eyes fixed on the screen more often than not.

Memories of words whispered into your ear after every fight, after every make-out-session, at the end of every rushed phone call.

I love you.

Abruptly, you grabbed Jason´s wrist and again pushed his hand onto the bars countertop.

“Stop that.” you insist harshly.

“Why? You’ve always liked it when I touched your neck.” Gods how you wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face.

“I don’t want you to touch me anymore, Jason. We’re done. We’ve been done for three years now, get a grip.”

“No. I’ve moved on.”

Jason leaned in again, smiling charmingly like a shark. “We could go again. You’ve gotten hotter.”

“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows. “And who is the lucky one?”

You opened your mouth to tell him that it was none of his business when a deep, smooth voice beat you to it.

The stranger leaned in for a hug, whispering into your ear. “You looked like you could use some help. Don’t worry, I got you.”

“Hey babe. Sorry, I’m late, Arryk almost burned down our kitchen.” Both Jason and you turned around to the speaker, a muscular, pale man with short hair of an even paler blonde than Jasons.

Aegon pulled back and turned towards Jason, keeping one of his hands resting protectively on the small of your back.

You felt like a stone had been lifted from your chest, may the seven bless this man. Smiling, you reciprocated the hug. “Hey, nuha jorrāelza. It’s alright.”

“Keep your hands off my girlfriend, will you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Jason Lannister.” He sounded like he had tasted something foul but couldn’t spit it out anymore, pointedly passing over Aegon’s challenge.

Jason looked the other up and down, taking in his bulk, obviously considering his chances in case the situation escalated. Jason was a bit taller than Aegon, but Aegon was decidedly more muscular and had an air of badass on him that Jason´s based-on-money confidence just couldn’t match.

“Aegon Targaryen. I’d say ‘pleasure to meet you’ but my mother taught me not to lie.” Aegon scowled.

You nodded, that was the perfect excuse to ditch your ex.

Then he directed his attention back to you. “The others are outside having a smoke, you wanna check in with them?”

“Bye, Jason.”

The chilly night air of King´s landing hit the two of you when you stepped outside, a welcome contrast to the stuffiness inside the bar. Aegon let go of your waist as soon as you were out of Jason´s sight, but kept up the protective demeanor.

“Are you alright? He didn’t do anything real bad, did he?”

“Don’t worry, no need to explain yourself. It happens.” He smiled at you, a warm glint in his lilac eyes.

You gave him a wry smile and a nod. “No, I’m fine. Thank you. I’m not normally that… helpless… That was my ex and… yeah…”

“What’s your name, by the way?” You felt your cheeks heat up. Right. You quickly tell him your name. “Alright. Do you wanna leave here? Want me to call you a cab or something?”

“No, actually, I’d like to go back inside. I’m not going to let that jackass of an ex-boyfriend ruin my friday night. Would you care to accompany me? In case he tries something again?”

He sounded genuinely concerned, it made your heart jump. If you were being saved from Jason by a kind, handsome stranger, you'd absolutely use the chance for a flirt. And maybe even more? You grinned.

Aegon gave you a look, then smiled. “Alright.”

Aegon nodded and offered you his arm, which you happily took. By now the bar had gotten fuller, people were filling up all of the booths along the walls and some had begun to dance in the free space towards the back.

“Do you want a drink?” You felt Aegon’s breath brush your ear as he leaned in so he’d be heard over the music. It was a nice sensation.

You shook your head though. “Later, let’s dance!”

“Thanks for doing this.” Your voice is so quiet it's barely audible over the music.

You were not only drop-dead gorgeous but also an amazing dancer as Aegon would soon realize. The two of you were moving perfectly in tune with the music, hips swaying, a wide grin on your face, and your eyes on Aegon. It was almost hypnotic, the mischievous spark in your gaze that pulled him in. Then the beat dropped and you broke out the raddest dance moves he’d ever seen in his life. You knew he was staring but he just couldn’t help himself. That was impressive. You obviously noticed, and laughed, raising an eyebrow and dancing up on him. Aegon shot you a smirk and a wink, leaning in and placing his hands on your hips. Your hands travelled up his arms, coming to a rest behind his neck.

His is as well. “Pleasure.”

Jason Lannister was annoyed. He’d been watching his ex and her new boyfriend dance for the last hour or so (don’t you even think about calling him pathetic!) and while he definitely wasn’t jealous, the two of them did seem to have an awful lot of fun together. They were alternating between ridiculous breakdance battles and basically dry-humping each other like horny teenagers, taking up the center of the dancefloor where people had formed a circle around them.

“Look me in the eye or otherwise we’ll have seven years of bad sex, don’t you know the saying?”

By the time the couple returned to the bar, Jason was sipping his fourth Solero, still watching them from across. The new guy had a hand resting on your lower back, holding you close, while you were laughing at something he’d said.

Picking up their drinks, they clinked glasses.

“Can’t risk that, can we?” they laughed at each other as they sipped their drinks. Your eyes were sparkling bright enough for Jason to notice from his spot, in a way they never had when the two of them had been together. Aegon was smiling like someone from a toothpaste commercial, teeth bright against his flushed skin. Jason rolled his eyes. He caught you shooting him a smug glance, then whispering to your boyfriend, who laughed and pulled you closer. You bit your lip, glancing down into your glass, and Jason knew that if he’d been closer, he would have been able to see the other’s blush.

When Aegon tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, Jason downed the rest of his drink and left. He should have gone on vacation to the Riverlands. Or Essos.

You stayed at the bar until long after your ex had left, talking about life and the world, and taking dance breaks again and again. It was the wee hours of the morning when you stood at the subway station, about to finally part ways.

“Thank you for helping me out, Egg.”

He smiled and pulled out his phone. “No problem, really. ‘Twas a pleasure. Can I have your number?”

“What?”

“Yes. Definitely.” The phone screen was putting a strange blueish lighting to your face as you saved your number into Aegon´s phone. You looked up and grinned.

“Huh?” Aegon felt his cheeks heat up from having been caught staring.

He went to take his phone from you, but ended up grabbing your hand instead. You were standing way too close. This is awkward, he thought, but didn’t let go.

He looked up to find you staring at him. At his lips, to be exact. Aegon swiped his tongue over them reflexively. “You know…”

Whatever he’d been about to say was cut off by a pair of soft lips being pressed to his. The kiss was warm and sweet, tasting slightly of the liquor you’d had earlier. Aegon used his free hand, the one that wasn’t still awkwardly holding yours and the phone, to pull you in a little closer, placing it gently at your waist. He could feel you smile against his lips before deepening the kiss.

When you pulled back, you were both slightly out of breath and smiling like idiots. A subway entered the station, making a whole bunch of noise.

You looked up. “That one’s mine.”

“I’ll try.” You grinned, stepping back. “Call me!”

Aegon nodded, biting his lower lip. “Get home safe.”

“I will!” He assures you and then the subway doors close behind you.

[juniorfor2]

I keep seeing people, even those supporting Team Black, say that Rhaenyra really shouldn’t have had bastards, because it would “disrupt the realm and will cause problems,” and it’s irritating me, because it is ignorant of GRRM’s ENTIRE POINT about the Velaryon boys.

It NEVER mattered whether or not Jace, Luke, or Joff were bastards. They could have been as true born as any true born could be, from the best and most noble family, and it wouldn’t have mattered. They would ALWAYS be called bastards. Whether Rhaenyra married Daemon or Laenor or Harwin or Jason Lannister or Cregan Stark, they would be called such in every scenario.

If Rhaenyra had married Daemon, guess what, they would be bastards because Daemon was married to Rhea before and who cares about annulments or whatever, or they MUST have been conceived out of wedlock, or they’d be as cruel as Maegor and couldn’t be allowed to rule. Oh, but what if she married Laenor and had true born kids with silver hair and a darker skin color? Guess what, she actually had them with Corlys because Laenor couldn’t get it up - OR, they are Laenor’s kids but that means they’ll also be gay and turn the Keep into a brothel, which obviously can’t be allowed to happen. She marries Harwin? They don’t look Targaryen, and are actually Strongs by name, and really Rhaenyra probably invited other men into their bed and had their children, can’t allow them to take over. She marries Cregan Stark? Same thing, and having a king who keeps to Northern gods would be blasphemy - and the kids aren’t true born because the marriage vows weren’t by the Faith, and what if they keep to the northern gods as well??? No way. She marries Jason Lannister? Once again, should be Lannisters, don’t look like Targaryens, and can’t allow such a power-hungry man to take over. Even if she had married GWAYNE FUCKING HIGHTOWER, the narrative would still be that Rhaenyra is such a whore that she must have tried to go behind his back and have bastards.

Do you see how no matter who she marries, you could still accuse Jace, Luke, and Joff of being bastards, or non-Targaryens by their looks and mother? Do you see how you can cast any narrative you want if you try hard enough, regardless of the truth? DO YOU SEE WHAT GRRM’S POINT IS NOW????? DO YOU SEE THAT IT NEVER MATTERED WHETHER THEY WERE TRUEBORN OR BASTARDS IN TRUTH, BECAUSE THE GREENS WOULD CALL THEM BASTARDS NO MATTER WHAT?

Even if the Velaryon boys were bastards, what problems would it cause if the ENTIRE REALM believes they’re legitimate? What then? What happens when no one cares about the truth, because Rhaenyra, Laenor, Coryls, Rhaenys, and Viserys ALL said the kids were legitimate? What happens when the boys are so diplomatic and good that the lords don’t have a reason to revolt against them specifically? What happens when Rhaenyra and Daemon and Laena raise their children so well that they love each other without animosity or belief that they should usurp one another? What happens then?

I’m about to give you the most shocking answer of your life, so please bear with me -

It’s nothing.

Nothing happens.

I know right, none of ya’ll can believe it. Too shocking to be true.

Yet somehow, if we all just read the fucking book, it becomes pretty obvious that this is exactly what happened. Rhaenyra had 53 houses to Aegon’s 28, which clearly meant her being a woman or having bastards didn’t affect much. In fact, Alicent and Otto failed so badly at convincing everyone of their story, that Criston Cole, one of their biggest supporters, couldn’t even keep it straight (although I suppose that’s not saying much, considering how stupid all of them were).

And somehow, somehow, Aegon is never once even mentioned hating his elder brothers and wishing to start a succession crisis. Because it’s almost like he loved his family, and was so traumatized and depressed by losing them that he never recovered. Crazy how that works. Crazy how families can actually love each other.

The Velaryon boys being bastards never mattered. They didn’t give Rhaenyra a single problem, because they never were a problem. GRRM’s point wasn’t “bastardy matters and we should all make decisions and opinions based on it,” it was “bastardy is a social construct that anyone can be labeled with if you try hard enough, so maybe we shouldn’t be making decisions based on such a flimsy, thrown around label.” There’s a bit more to it if you then relate the message to Rhaenyra and the patriarchy, but that’s the main essence of it.

Does that it explain it enough? Is the message finally through? Cause it seemed pretty clear from GRRM, yet somehow almost nobody got it, and I’ll never know how.

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel part 5

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 3, 800 

Warnings:  dirty talk, fingering, cheating, choking, sex (p in v)

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne  @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel  @okfashionista @zillahvathek @teranya @tempo-rary-fix @reneki  @moonmaiden1996 @padfooteyes​ @nina2697 @ryswritingrecord @iiamthehybrid​, @justsumtuffstuff​ @aemonds-wifey @blacpiink, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor​

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Y/N’s POV

It was a Friday night and Aemond just wanted to get few drinks with his teammates and have some fun, he definitely didn't expect to see HER there with his sister and the Velaryon twins. This wasn't the place she would usually visit. This was a sports bar, he assumed that Stark wanted to watch the rugby final on the big TV and his sister followed him, dragging Y/N along with them. 

She was like a plague, poisoning his mind and showing up wherever he went these days.

For Aemond it all started as a game. He was so pissed when he missed the fuck date with the super sexy girl because of his sister’s goody two shoes friend. It was the same sexy girl that was currently sitting on his lap, nibbling on his ear and irritating him to no end. He just wanted to give Y/N a lesson, toy with her feelings for a while and then toss her away. It was never his intension to fuck her, she was far away from his usual type of girls. He liked strong, confident women, usually much older than him, women that knew what they wanted in life and in sex and who didn't expect a lifetime romance from him. She was the exact opposite. She liked to back talk to him and play hard to get, but deep down she was insecure and feeling guilty about every time he touched her. She was shy and had a romantic visions on sex. 

He only wanted her to admit that she wants him and then dump her. And she did that, he had her spread on their kitchen table, moaning mess, begging him to let her cum. He totally humiliated her when he stopped right before her cum and told her to go to her boyfriend. That was supposed to be the end of this little mind games, he had better things to do than making little girl’s wet dreams coming true.

That was his intention...

He definitely didn't plan to let her invade his mind like this. He didn't plan to jerk off to the idea of her bouncing on his cock. The way how she was moaning his name that night and begging him to let her cum was living free in his head.

He loved how she quickly submitted herself to him, listening to his orders. His girls were usually equal to him in bedroom, he didn’t like submissive girls, they were too clingy and soft, but it was different with her, he wanted to dominate her, to ruin her, to own her.

He called her angel all the time, because she was the good, dutiful girl, never misbehaving, having the best grades at school, volunteering in charity and other shit, living boring uneventful life and he wanted to ruin her perfect image, to corrupt her, to change the little perfect angel into sinful devil.

The girl on his lap bit his ear playfully and he had enough.

Aemond was getting more and more angry at her and mainly at himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He hated to admit it to himself but he wanted her and he wanted her badly. He wanted to make her moan and beg se prettily like the last time, he wanted to fuck her so hard that she will be screaming his name loudly her voice becoming hoarse. He wanted her and he was Aemond Targaryen and he always got what he wanted.

“Go bothering Aegon,” he pushed the girl from his lap, annoyed by her already.

“Come here kitten, let’s make a deal. Here are some money, go and get drinks for us and I’ll let you sit on my lap all night long,” he gave her a dashing smile and she hesitantly nodded and walked to the bartender to order something for them.

“Poor girl, she doesn’t know that my brother is lusting for forbidden fruit,” Aegon chuckled.

“I am not,” Aemond growled, irritated. 

“Sure and that's the reason why is your eye burning holes into the side of Y/N’s head all night,” Aegon laughed.

“Too bad her boyfriend is there with her,” he kept provoking his younger brother.

“I don’t give a fuck, piss off, Aegon!” Aemond said stubbornly but he was fuming inside. That fucker Jason Lannister was sitting at the table next to her, his filthy hand wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her possessively close to him the whole time. He wanted to rip off his hand out of his body and beat him with it for touching her like this. He heard enough about him and about how he treats her to know that he is not good for her. She was so responsive to him, so touch starved… That idiot didn’t know how to take care of a girl like her, how to make her body sing for him. He could bet that she pretended to cum while having sex with him many times.

“Sure brother, you don’t give a fuck and that’s the reason why are you holding your beer bottle so tightly that you will break the glass soon,” Aegon snorted and grinned lazily at the girl who came back with his drink, he pulled her into his lap, laughing provocatively at Aemond who seemed like he is about to murder someone.

Y/N POV

You were chuckling at one of Cregan’s jokes, having a very good time with your friends and Jason. You were really surprised when he suggested that he wants to spend some time with you and your friends. He made it so hard for you to break up with him. You wanted to end your relationship, especially after what happened with Aemond. You hated cheating and Jason didn’t deserve this from you. But it seemed like if he knew you wanted to break up with him and kept distracting you and today he even proposed that you both should do something with your friends.

You didn’t want to do it now, because Aemond would think that you broke up with Jason because of him. And it was not true, you didn’t care about that asshole at all. You noticed him earlier, he was sitting on the other side of the room with some long legged bitch on his lap. He looked like if he owns this place, looking sexy as hell in his dark jeans and black shirt, the dark clothes making contrast with his pale skin and silver blonde hair. You quickly looked away and sat next to Jason, so he was somewhere behind you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head the whole evening but you refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence. 

“After we finish hanging out with your friends we can go to my place, honey,” Jason purred into your ear and you hated yourself because you didn’t feel any kind of excitement when he told you this. You remembered how wet you were in seconds after Aemond talked dirty to you in their kitchen and you quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to think about that smug asshole tonight.

“Ehm, sure, Jason, that would be nice,” you smiled kindly at him. He leaned closer to you, kissing you in front of everyone. You felt your cheeks burning, you really wasn’t a fan of public display of affection. And Jason never did this before. Light peck on the cheek or his hand on the small of your back was the only affection he gave you in public. And today he had his hand wrapped around you, he was whispering into your ear and kissed you in front of your friends. Something was off…

You didn’t know that Jason noticed Aegon glancing your way from time to time and he became possessive and wanted to show to that blonde bastard that you were his and only his.

“We can have a very sexy evening, Y/N. I can’t wait to see what hot lingerie you are hiding under this cute dress,” he continued whispering into your ear and you were very confused. He never talked like this to you. This was the first time he tried something that could be considered a dirty talk with you. And once again, it didn’t excite you at all, the idea of having sex with him tonight wasn’t appealing to you. You slightly turned your head to the left and noticed Aemond staring right at you and you felt shivers running down your spine. One look at him get you more wet than Jason’s seductive speech in your ear.

“Can we go now, honey?” he asked and you frowned.

“We just got here couple minutes ago, it would be rude, wait at least after the game ends,” you whispered back and noticed Helaena’s worried look. Jason sighed, obviously getting bored very quickly and annoyed by your refusal to go with him immediately. You appreciated that he made effort to spend some time with your friends but he was obviously doing something he didn’t find comfortable.

“OK, sweetheart, as you wish,” he smiled at you but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned into you, placed his hand on your thigh and kissed you possessively and you gasped, there was definitely something wrong with him today, he barely kissed you like this behind the closed doors. You were so confused by all this that you didn’t notice the sound of a glass being broken. If you turned around you would find Aemond sitting at the same spot you saw him when you arrived, holding a broken piece of his beer glass in his hand, glaring at you two with murderous glint in his blue eye.

“I am sorry I need to go to the ladies room,” you excused yourself and quickly escaped Jason’s lips and hands.

“I will be right back,” you assured him, when you saw him frowning at you.

“Should I go with you, Y/N?” Helaena asked you, looking at you worriedly.

“No, I am fine, I just need to refresh myself a little,” you smiled at her and quickly walked towards the bathroom area. 

You walked inside the small room, breathing heavily and looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? You are sitting next to your boyfriend and you keep thinking about the man who treated you like a trash and humiliated you in more than one occasion, there was definitely something wrong with you. But it only made you realize that you really have to end things with Jason. He didn’t deserve to waste his time with someone who doesn’t love him anymore. You just had to find the perfect opportunity and time to tell him this. You sighed and bend over the sink to pour some cold water on your face to calm yourself down. You heard the door open and close, ignoring it, thinking that it’s just some other girl who needs to use the bathroom. But then you heard the door being locked. The goose bumps rose on your skin and you knew it’s him before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Hiding here from someone, angel? Maybe from your annoying boyfriend?” Aemond asked you and quickly turned around, facing him. He was stunningly beautiful this close. He was leaning against the closed door, his arms folded on his chest, the first two buttons of his black shirt opened up, revealing more of his pale skin, his dark jeans fitting him perfectly, the whole black outfit was giving him the dangerous aura which you loved so much. 

“Stay away from me,” you warned him, watching him with caution.

“Why? Are you afraid that you will end up moaning my name again?” he smirked cockily and eyed you from head to toe.

"You wish,” you snorted and tried to figure out how you will get out of here, when he was standing between you and the door.

“I think it’s you, who is wishing for something, Y/N,” he cocked his head to the side.

“I think that you are wishing that it was not your boyfriend who kissed you and touched you, but me,” he smirked when he saw the flash of guilt in your eyes.

“That’s a lie!” you tried to defend yourself.

“I saw you, I saw you being so uncomfortable with him touching you and kissing you in front of your friends, you run away from him to the bathroom, angel,” he took a step closer to you, causing the sink digging into your back since you tried to keep the distance between you two. 

“It looks like you are the one who is obsessed with me, Aemond. Watching my every move tonight. It’s you who has a problem, not me,” you snapped. 

“I am free man, angel. I can do whatever I want,” he smirked, not letting it show that you hit the nail on its head.

“I am free to watch, touch, kiss or fuck whoever I want,” he continued as he took another step to you.

“So go and do that, go bothering someone else,” you said desperately, feeling your walls crumbling down at his presence. It was ridiculous how your body reacted to him.  

“That’s the problem, angel,” he placed his hand behind your head on the mirror.

“I want you,” he purred and lifted your chin, so you had to look at him.

“You can’t always have what you want, you asshole,” you tried to sound intimidating but you were barely whispering, the lustful look in his eye distracting you so much.

“I only want to claim what is mine, angel. And you are MINE,” he growled the word mine, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I am not yours, what the fuck are you thinking about yourself, I won’t let you make fool of myself ever again,” you fumed, how dared he to call you his? He had no right to say something like that.

“All you do is humiliating me and then walking away from me!” you shouted at him, stabbing your finger into his chest, feeling the angry tears in your eyes.

“There will be no more walking away this time, angel,” he assured you, completely ignoring the other things you mentioned.

“No, of course it won’t be. Because nothing will happen, let me go,” you wanted to walk past him, unlock the door and go back to your friends, but his wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back to the sink. His other hand grabbed the side of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you hungrily. All will to fight left your body as soon as you felt his lips on yours again. He was excellent kisser and his lips fitted to yours perfectly. You melted to him and he deepened the kiss, his was tongue exploring, licking the roof of your mouth, his fingers were digging into your hip, pulling you closer to him, you groaned when you felt his hard cock against your belly. Aemond smirked into the kiss and took your hand and placed it on his growing bulge. You gasped and his lips moved to your neck.  

“See, angel? See what you are doing to me? These jeans are very tight and it’s painful to be so hard all night because of you,” he groaned against the side of your throat. Your head was spinning at his words, you loved to hear him saying that you turned him on. You got bold and rubbed his cock through his jeans, loving the strangled moan he let out. He quickly placed you on the sink and grabbed your hands and lifted them behind your head, keeping them pinned there with his big hand.

“Do you want to tease me, angel?” he stepped between your legs, your dress giving his full access to your clothed pussy.

“Really?” he smirked and his fingers rubbed your clit and you whined desperately.

“Always so responsive to me, angel. Already soaked for me. Tell me, Y/N, does your boyfriend make you this wet so quickly?” he asked, his fingers sliding inside you with ease. You cried out when he found your G-spot.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“No, he doesn’t,” he admitted and you fought against his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him.

“Tell me angel, did you think about me last week when he was fucking you? Did you imagine my face when you cum?” he kept asking you while his fingers kept thrusting inside you, hitting your g-spot every time.

“No-o-o,” you stuttered, feeling your orgasm cumming quickly.

“No?” he questioned you.

“He didn’t fuck me at all,” you admitted and whined when he increased the speed of his fingers inside you.

“Oh, poor horny little thing. What kind of idiot he is that he leaves this pretty, dripping pussy unsatisfied,” he groaned against your ear, you felt your legs starting shaking.

“Aemond, please,” you begged him, desperate to cum.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he smirked and his fingers slipped out from you. You whined desperately, ready to kill him for leaving you at the verge of orgasm again. But then he started taking off his belt. You watched him with fascination, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing his protruding veins, he slowly unzipped his jeans took off his boxers and you drooled when his cock sprang free.

“Do you like what you see, angel?” he smirked when he saw your expression.

“Not bad, let’s see if you can do something good with it, asshole,” you teased him and he smirked. 

“I will stretch you so good that you will be begging me to stop abusing your neglected cunt,” he promised and stroke his cock couple times. He nudged your clit with the tip of his cock and you whimpered.

“You desperately want me to put it in, don’t you, angel?” he teased you and rubbed his cock against you, but still didn’t put it inside you.

“This tight little pussy wants to be filled with my cock, isn’t it right, angel?” he continued driving you crazy. You let out needy moans, watching him with pleading eyes.

“I want you to say it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” he groaned and pushed just the tip of his cock against your entrance. You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

Aemond, fuck me please, I want it, I need you,” you begged him and you moaned loudly as he finally filled you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out. His cock was almost too big for you, but you were so wet that the stretch felt painfully blissful.

“Damn it, angel! You are so fucking tight,” he cursed and pulled you closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your nails dag into his shoulders. He pushed into you in slow, powerful thrusts, you tossed your head back, resting it against the mirror, giving him the perfect opportunity to attack the soft skin on your throat with his lips. He sucked hard, definitely leaving his mark on your skin, but at this point you didn’t care.

“Faster, harder, Aemond, please,” you were babbling incoherently but he understood you perfectly. He grabbed your hips firmly and started fucking you with quick, short thrusts. The sink under you was squeaking, not being built for such activities.

“Do you like it? Do you like how full you feel right now, angel? Stuffed with my cock, moaning like a good little slut for me,” he groaned against your ear and you whimpered.

“It feels so go-o-d,” you stuttered, your voice shaking as your whole body moved thanks to him pouding into you in savage rhythm. He wrapped his hand around your throat, the other hand found your clit and you knew that you will cum like never before.

“You are doing so good, taking my cock so well, moaning for me so fucking prettily, do you wanna cum, my filthy little angel?” he praised you and your head started spinning.

“Yes, please, Aemond, I… fuck, I am so close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you mewled and wrapped your legs tighter around him as if you wanted to lock him between your legs forever.

“Shhh, I got you, Y/N. Cum for me, angel. Cum around my dick,” he commanded and watched your face closely. You weren’t prepared for the wave to hit you so hard, and you would have screamed out loud, but he smartly pressed his hand to your mouth, quietening your screams of pleasure. You moaned deeply, arching back and pressing your chest to his. He held you still, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, so close to just exploding.

“Fuck, angel. Your needy cunt is squeezing me so good,” he groaned and you have never heard more sexier sound in your life. It took few more thrusts into your clenching pussy for him to cum as well. He kissed you possessively as he spilled inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. Your heart beat was slowing down and your mind started working again. Oh fuck, what have you done? This was bad, really bad. But maybe he will leave you now, he got what he wanted from you and he will move to his next victim. 

“Ehm… I should go back, they are probably looking for me,” you said awkwardly and hopped off the sink. He watched you quietly, his face unreadable. You cleaned yourself up the best you could and picked up your panties from the floor but he snatched them from your fingers.

“I keep this,” he smirked and you watched in horror when he put them in the pocket of his jeans.

“You can’t do it, give them back,” you tried to reach his pocket but it was like trying to move a mountain. He pushed you against the wall.

“You will go back there, to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, with my cum drying in your pussy,” he grinned at you, knowing that there was no way that you would let that idiot try anything on you tonight while you don’t have your panties on.

“Do you enjoy ruining my life?” you asked him, hating yourself for falling for his charms because obviously he just enjoyed toying with you.

“I enjoyed ruining this sweet, tight pussy,” he said and cupped your pussy once again. You felt yourself getting wet for him again.

“I claimed it once and will do it again,” he announced.

“No, you won’t,” you tried to protest but he only smirked at you and patted your pussy gently, making you whimpered in responce.

“Keep telling yourself that, angel,” he kissed you softly.

“See you around, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear and left you there, absolutely sated and confused...

Part 6

[winter-soldier-101]

I loved you once! Part 2

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(Y/N) cries out as she once again is woken up to another nightmare of the man who hurt her. She sees him everywhere; it's her husband's face she sees as the man who hurt her.

“(Y/N) you're okay you're safe my little lion” Jason says as he holds your shaking body as you cry out and tell him your dream.

Jason helps (Y/N) up from the bed and has her handmaidens help pack up her clothes and other things as Aemond walks in and sees what’s going on.

“What do you think you're doing with my wife?” Aemond asks Jason.

“I am taking her home where she will be safe from another attack!” Jason yells at Aemond.

“You are not taking her or my child away from me!” Aemond yells at Jason as he pulls out his dagger and holds it against his neck and yells at him more about not taking you away from him.

“Aemond, stop please , you're hurting my father!” (Y/N) yells as she tries to pull him off her father.

Aemond feels your hands on him and he pushes you away from him and you fall to the floor hard and Jason pushes Aemond off him and rushes to your side as he yells out for help.

Aegon runs to your room and sees you on the floor crying in your fathers arms and sees Aemond standing off to the side as he looks like he just killed somebody.

“What have you done to her!” Aegon yells as he pushes Aemond.

“I did what I had to do if you didn’t fuck my wife I wouldn’t have had to hurt her or your bastard!” Aemond yells as Aegon.

“You fucking cunt you almost killed her I love her and she loves me you don’t care for her or about her!” Aegon yells as he hits Aemond in the face.

Moons later

“(Y/N) my little lion, how are you and the babe?” Jason asks you as he hugs you.

“We’re okay father” (Y/N) says as she hugs him back.

“Queen Rhaenyra has summoned us to court and she wants to talk to you about the babe” Jason tells you.

“When do we leave?” (Y/N) asks.

“We leave tomorrow morning” Jason tells you.

Kings Landing

“Lord Jason Lannister and his daughter (Y/N) Targaryen wife of Aemond Targaryen” Ser Lucas announced your family in.

“My Queen”(Y/N) and Jason both say as they bow to her.

“(Y/N) I’m happy to see you again, how are you and the babe doing?” Rhaenyra asks you.

“We’re both doing well. I'm happy to see you again, my Queen but I’m just happy that my child will get to see all his or her family soon” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“Where is Aemond?” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

“He left when I told him you were coming here he told me to give you this letter” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N) as she hands you the letter.

(Y/N) went to her chambers and locked the door and opened Aemond’s letter.

“My dear (Y/N) I could never face you again after I hurt you once again after I almost killed you I am sorry for all the pain I caused you and I know you felt lonely and I’m sorry for that and if you wish me to apologize in person just call for me” The letter read.

(Y/N) gets some paper and writes for Aemond to come home to her.

2 days later

Aemond makes his way to (Y/N)’s chambers and knocks on the door and waits for her to open the door.

“Aemond…. I’m happy that you're here, we must talk” (Y/N) tells him as she lets him in her room.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry..” Aemond starts to say but (Y/N) slaps him in the face and pushes him down and he lands on the small couch.

“I don’t want to hear your fucking apologizes you almost killed me then you tried to kill my father and I hate you for that you felt me you made me fall in love with you Aemond and then you left me alone so I found someone who could love me maybe not the way I wished but Aegon did or does love me and Aemond I loved you once but now that love is all but gone and I have nothing left for you anymore and I may never forgive you for what you put me through but I want us to look towards the future I will have the babe soon and I need you to be there for him or her Aegon is gone he left the day your father passed away and no one has seen him since and I want you here for the babe will you?” (Y/N) asks Aemond.

“Yes of course I’ll be here for you and the babe and I’m sorry for all the pain and suffering I put you through I…. I was in love you from the moment I met you and I thought you would never feel the same for me so I left you all alone and I hate myself for leaving you (Y/N)” Aemond tells you.

“Thank you for telling me this Aemond I appreciate it”(Y/N) says holding onto Aemond’s hand and puts it on her belly as the babe kicks and he stands up and asks if you're alright.

“Aemond it’s just the babe kicking” (Y/N) smiles up at him as he puts both hands on your belly.

“My little lion..” Jason starts to say as he opens the door and sees you and Aemond together.

“Father it’s okay we’re just talking” (Y/N) tells him.

“Just talking he has his goddamn hands on you!” Jason yells as he pushes Aemond away from you.

“Father we’ve talked, I need Aemond to be here for me and the babe is coming soon and he is my husband” (Y/N) tells him.

“Yes he is your husband but he is not the father! Where is that drunk fool at?” Jason asks.

“He’s gone father, he flew away on dragon back the day King Viserys passed” (Y/N) says with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry my little lion” Jason says as he hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m okay father I have you and Rhaenyra and now I have Aemond too” (Y/N) smiles up at Jason.

“If you ever lay a hand on my daughter again I will fucking kill you boy I don’t give a damn if your a prince you are nothing to me but a boy” Jason tells Aemond as he leave you both alone.

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[queen--kenobi]

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“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Phrases that make me want to drop to my knees

Okay so. I almost did Jaime and Elayna for this but opted for Tyland and Elayna because. This just popped into my head. I may come back to do the first one hehehe

Tyland Lannister x OFC, modern AU

NSFT (semi-public sex, hints of nipple play, praise kink, PiV, dirty talk, mentions of fingering and blowjobs)

They shouldn't be doing this. 

They really shouldn't be doing this. 

Elayna can come up with a thousand excuses as to why Tyland is currently pinning her up against one of the cabañas. She can come up with a multitude of absolutely dumb reasons as to why she and Tyland are making out like horny teens in the shadows of one of the buildings. She isn't even sure it's one of their cabañas. Too many people are probably lingering around the main ones where family, the bridal party, and the groomsmen are staying.

It doesn't matter. They shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be about Jason and Johanna getting remarried, about Jason cleaning up his act enough to deserve Johanna again. 

Someone finding Jason's brother and one of Johanna’s bridesmaids behind one of the cabañas would certainly ruin that. 

Elayna sighs as Tyland kisses the side of her neck. She wants to be good. Not because she particularly cares about ruining Jason's wedding but because she doesn't want to get Tyland in trouble. 

“This is wrong.” She manages in between unsteady breaths.

“So wrong.” Tyland agrees. He doesn't do anything to stop. Instead, he places one hand on her hip and kisses her. 

She can't argue, not with the way his lips move against hers.

Elayna almost whines into Tyland’s mouth when he brings his hand up from her hip to her breast. He cups her tit through the fabric. The dresses Johanna chose were backless with a halter. Because of this, Elayna isn't wearing a bra. The soft satin drags across her skin. Tyland brushes the pad of his thumb against her nipple. Elayna keens. Tyland smiles into the kiss.

Elayna manages to find herself. She wants to tug at his suit jacket but instead untucks his shirt. They don't have the luxury of stripping fully here. She snakes her hand under his button up. Tyland squeezes her breast lightly. Elayna moans. 

Tyland pulls away first. Even in the low light, she can tell his lips are kiss bruised.

“So sensitive.” 

His voice stays low. Tyland almost sounds as if he's praising her. Fuck, he knows what he's doing to her. Praise always goes straight to her head and sends her pulse thundering through her veins. He exploits the fact regularly. Elayna vividly remembers him rewarding her for dealing with his family by fingering after, all the while praising her. It still makes her feel hot all over, thinking about how wet she got as he whispered how beautiful she was, how clever she was, how perfect she was. 

She repaid the favor by deepthroating him for the first time. She clenches her thighs. The noises he made play on loop in her head. 

“It's seeing you in this suit.” Elayna murmurs. She tugs at the lapels for emphasis. “You look so fucking hot.”

Tyland gets a comical look on his face. She's never seen him look like a deer in the headlights. He actually blushes. Elayna grins in the low light. 

“You're hot, you know that?” Elayna pulls her hand out from under his shirt. She begins meticulously unbuttoning it. “Hottest man I've ever seen. The cleverest too.”

“Elayna...”

“What?” She bats her eyelashes at him. “I'm just being honest. You're so clever and smart. Most intelligent man I've ever met. Most intelligent person I've ever met.”

Tyland looks at her. She can see an inner war going on within him. He takes a deep breath. 

She doesn't want that. She wants to see his composure slip.

“Wanted you to fuck me over your desk the first time I walked into your office.”

The switch flips. Within seconds, Tyland flips Elayna so her front is pressed against the wall. Elayna bites down hard on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Him doing that is so unexpected. It makes her head spin in a delightful way. 

He gathers the fabric of her dress in one hand and pulls it up to her hips. Elayna doesn't miss the low groan when he sees her legs. The heels she picked make her legs and ass look fantastic. He palms her leg before moving to her ass.

“You're beautiful.” He murmurs. The softness returns. Tyland presses a kiss to her shoulder. 

“You're handsome. So fucking handsome.” She pushes back against him, not subtly grinding on him. She feels his hand flex against her ass, as if he wanted to spank for her impudence. He must be as desperate as she is, though. Elayna hears the tell tale sound of a zipper being undone. He deftly pushes the barely there fabric of her thong to the side.

They moan in unison when he slides into her. Elayna scrambles for purchase. Tyland let's out a choked noise when he bottoms out. 

“You're so big.” Elayna manages. Tyland’s fingers dig into her hips. He's still fighting to control himself. Elayna looks over her shoulder at him. She needs the thread to snap. “Fuck, you're so hot in that suit. You drive me crazy.”

She's rewarded with a harsher thrust. She grins. She knows what she must look like to him, hair a mess and triumph in her eyes.

“You gonna fuck me? Let everyone know you bagged the hottest girl here? That you get to go home with me? I want you to. I want everyone to know I get to go home with you, that I chose to go home with you. Not them. You.”

The thread snaps. All worries of getting caught evaporate the minute he drives into her. Tyland leans forward and kisses her, more teeth than anything else. Elayna's eyes roll into the back of her head. This is what she wants, what she needs. This is what only Tyland can give her.

She can face the consequences later. 

[nyaerysfics]

The King’s Heartstring - I

Being the King’s niece came with benefits.

Rhaenyra got what she wanted, when she wanted it, and she always got the best of the best. She was gifted the finest silks, jewels and wines from lords and their sons vying for her hand.

None touched gifts from the King, however.

He’d gifted her rare Valyrian steel and fancy cut jewels only Valyrian jewelry makers could have produced (Westerosi jewels were so… underwhelming. Thank the gods his family brought over a lot of jewels before the Doom). He gave her spools and spools, varying in color of pure Myrish lace to be used in dresses made by the seamstress he paid.

He gave her multiple dragonbone corsets, ones that made her figure look the best at court. He imported rich oils for her hair and skin and fragrant ones that lingered in the air as she walked by.

He’d built Rhaenyra her own personal library, full of books solely in High Valyrian. She’d complained once that she hated reading books in common, the language was so bland and ugly. His Grace sent far and wide for all kinds of books in their mother tongue.

From poetry, to literature, to science, to history, to battle strategy, she read every single book, seventy-four of them by the time she was five and ten. She hadn’t wanted her kepa to think her unappreciative.

Rhaenyra’s father never liked it, the nature of their close relationship and when Aemma died and he married Otto’s whelp of a daughter, she didn’t either. She complained that it was unseemly, ungodly to lavish the girl in such treasures.

“It is as if he means to court her! This is far too much, Viserys! She must return this, this instance,” she cried looking at the large diamond and pearl ring that once belonged to Queen Rhaenys. “He does not even gift his own wife such things! Not once have I seen her with jewels she did not get from her father’s house!”

Alicent had been right of course, Laena had never received a single gift from the King, not even so much as a freshly picked flower. He’d figured Queenship was gift enough.

Plus, her father had openly bragged time and time again of his great wealth. If she wanted something, she’d better ask him.

Rhaenyra had refused to give the ring back, and out of defiance, had placed the ring on the fourth digit of her hand, the one meant to house her wedding ring.

No harm or punishment would ever come to her though, not with the King there. Or so she thought.

As it turns out, there are things even Daemon could not protect her from.

Her stunt with the ring inspired her stepmother, and she quickly began looking for a husband for the girl. Alicent consulted Otto, of course, to figure out what would be best for them, and ultimately decided on Lord Jason Lannister.

“Her dowry will pay the way for this family for years if the insolent girl can play her part correctly,” Otto had spat. “It is time she starts contributing to the family instead of complaining all the time. Perhaps with her out of the way we can advance our plan to have Aegon named as heir.”

Alicent had wholeheartedly agreed.

“No way! Father, tell her no! I am not marrying that Lannister fuck!”

“Watch your mouth, Rhaenyra! My father and I have worked hard to find you a match worthy of your station. He has a good seat and his family is very wealthy. Wealthy enough to spoil you with gifts like your dear uncle has, mind you. You will be happy there.”

Rhaenyra didn’t want to hear that, though.

“Father! Will you let her do this? She means to send me away because she’s jealous! She always has been. She and her ambitious fool of a father want to pawn me off to some lord they’re in cahoots with to be bred like some mare. I won’t have it!”

“Rhaenyra, please,” her father pleaded, his voice tired. “Alicent wants only what is best for you, my dear girl. You are just too young to see that. You are five and ten and due to be wed. Jason Lannister is a good match, and your sons will inherit a great seat. In time you will see the beauty of the match. You will love your husband and children. I’ve always thought you would be a great mother.”

That did nothing to appease his daughter.

“The King will not allow this,” Rhaenyra seethed, disgusted with her weak dunce of a father. “Jason Lannister is a pompous ass, one undeserving to lick the sole of my foot! And you’d have me marry him? Why? How much dowry did the Lannister’s offer you, huh?! How much does your father get off the top?!” She was full on screaming at her stepmother, so much so that her Kingsguard, Ser Erryk, popped his head in to assure the safety of his charge.

“Stop this at once! You will marry Jason Lannister and it will be in less than eight moons time. He has even commenced the building of a Dragonpit at Casterly Rock. Isn’t that sweet, Rhaenyra? Most men would not go to such measures for their betrothed. I think you could love him, stepdaughter, if you wanted to. With age you will learn that love is worked for and earned, not made upon first sight like some poetry book.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I am not some mere lady of the realm, someone like you! I am a Targaryen Princess and I have been since the moment I was born. That is what makes me different from you, from your half-blood daughter. You had to marry into power. I was born with it. I don’t care what you think, I will not marry him. The King will not let it be so. You know you will have to bring this to him? Right? Have you forgotten I am a Princess and my marriage is a matter of the crown?”

Viserys and his wife shared a dark look. Rhaenyra just cackled.

“You had forgotten, hadn’t you?” She smirked at the two idiots.

“It matters not, Rhaenyra.” She could tell even he didn’t believe that. “My brother, the King is a reasonable man and he too shall see that Lord Lannister is a fine match, the best one available.”

The Princess huffed, “We shall see.”

•

Jason Lannister tried and tried to connect with the Princess, to no avail.

She declined audiences with him and returned the gifts he sent her. Why would she want Lannister gold when she had Valyrian steel, gifted to her by the King himself? She had no need for any of his tacky shit, she would not be his wife.

So she publicly rebuffed his advances. She declined one walk in the garden, three invitations to supper and one dance at a feast her uncle had thrown in honor of his late parents wedding anniversary.

He’d seen, the King did. Rhaenyra had looked so disgusted with the Lord of Casterly Rock, and she hadn’t even voiced her dismissal, just simply waved her elegant hand and turned him away.

She’d quickly retired after that (after a sweet peck on the King’s cheek and bow to His Grace) and readied for bed. She couldn’t stand being in the same room as Alicent and Otto and their stupid glances. Fuck!

So the King summoned her, to break her fast the next morn. He’d had the kitchen prepare all of his nieces favorite foods and sat at his dining table waiting for her to arrive. It took less time than he thought it would, Rhaenyra loved to take her time. “The Valyrian Freehold wasn’t built in a day, my King,” she’d oft say.

She was announced and walked in wearing a gorgeous red silk gown, littered with rubies her uncle had provided. Her hair was flowing down her back, full and with a beautiful sheen. On her ears, neck, and fingers were all gifts the King had bestowed upon her. She looked like wealth.

“Good morrow, Your Grace. I was told you wished to speak to me? Hopefully I haven’t done anything to cause to be cross with me.”

He nods, a smile only she could pull out of him dancing on his lips. “Of course I’m not cross with you. I never need an excuse to want to see you, my love. Now sit.”

He went and grabbed her plate and began piling all of her favorites onto it. He served her fried eggs, slices of bacon, roasted potatoes, mushrooms, and scones. He had a selection of jams there for her as well. She loved her sweets, he knew.

“Thank you, kepa. You didn’t have to,” she said as she watched him make his own plate, the same things, just bigger portions.

“Nonsense, Princess. Eat,” he said before filling her chalice with sweet raspberry wine. “I haven't had much time to speak to you lately. It seems like the realm falls apart the moment I take some time for myself. I am so sorry for that. Perhaps we can start breaking our fasts together?”

She broke apart her eggs, the yokes spilling out onto her potatoes. With a mouth full of smashed bacon, she smiled. “I would love that, my King. I have missed you, greatly. Caraxes as well. How is he? Syrax always calls for him when we go on a flight.”

This is why he loved her, his sweet girl. “He is swell, Rhaenyra. I took him for a ride not two days ago. Tomorrow, mayhaps, we can go for a ride to Dragonstone and back.”

She nodded enthusiastically, her knife swiping her scone full of jam.

“How have you been?” Her King asked.

“I am alright, kepa. Father and Alicent are insufferable, as always. But other than that, I am okay.”

Daemon just frowned, “Do not pay any mind to Alicent, she is jealous of you, my girl. She is still cross I will not give those Andal shits she pushed out her worthless cunt titles or named that disgrace she birthed heir. The bitch is delusional.” He rolled his eyes. “You are my niece, the Princess and you should be more than fine. Tell me what bothers you and I will make it disappear.”

But Rhaenyra just shook her head. “Alicent and my father have arranged a match for me. They plan to sell me off to Jason Lannister for fifty golden dragons! Is that all I’m worth?”

”You know you aren’t.”

“They mean to ask for an audience with you in a few days to speak about it.”

“And this match doesn’t please you?”

Rhaenyra almost wanted to scream. “No! He is creepy and unfit for a woman of my station. Father and his wife keep telling me he is the best match I will get. If that is true, send me to the Silent Sisters, I beg you.”

“Hush now, no need for all of that. Why haven’t you come to me?”

“Father forbade me to speak on it!”

“You can always speak to me, no matter the topic. I will take care of this problem for you. Don’t worry.”

This time her eyes watered, “That is the problem. Eventually I will have to marry and I will be sent away, sent from you! The childbed is an unavoidable fate and some fat Andal lord will send me there, I will be made to squeeze out heirs, with no regard for my health. It is the burden of being a woman.”

The King shakes his head.

“You are no mere woman, Rhaenyra. You are a Targaryen. Remember that.”

-

Three days later Viserys and Alicent came to him.

“Brother, thank you for receiving Alicent and I. We come with good news, Your Grace. As you well know, Rhaenyra has been old enough to wed for quite some time.”

The elder quirks a brow, “Has she been? She is but five and ten. Some would say she is still too young.”

“She flowered at one and ten. She has ripened for four years! That is time enough. It’s time she does her duty to this house. Alicent was kind enough to arrange a match with Jason Lannister, with a dowry of fifty thousand gold dragons. Quite a match, huh?”

“Quite the match indeed. And how does Rhaenyra feel about the match?”

The look the two swapped would have told him all he needed to know, if he hadn't already.

“She is resistant, but so is the exuberance of youth. I’m sure in time she would love her husband and children,” Alicent spoke for the first time. “The marriage would provide her wealth, security and a seat for her son to inherit. It is a fine match, Your Grace.”

Gods, he thought. Her voice is fucking annoying.

“Wealth, security, and a great seat. What of love? Or my niece’s happiness? Has no thought of that? Viserys?”

“Us women are-,” she tried.

“Do not think to compare yourself to my niece, Alicent. You two are in no way the same. She doesn’t have to marry some man for wealth, she has that. Abundantly. She doesn’t need to marry for security, she is the most cherished maid in all of the known world, she is secure. And a seat? As you know, I have no children of my own. Her son could very well be my heir,” His Grace growled. “So again, why has no one thought of her happiness? I demand an answer.”

“Daemon. You know as well as I do, Princesses are not oft granted matches for love. It is usually a political match. She has not shown interest in looking for a husband so it has to be done for her. She will be well taken care of by Lord Lannister.”

“She is not just any Princess,” he told his younger brother.

After that, he’d dismissed the two and told him he’d inform them of his decision when he came to one.

-

King Daemon I Targaryen, in truth, was a simple man. He liked good, well aged Dornish strongwine and wouldn’t say no to a hot, wet mouth on his cock, either.

He was a good king, fair and just, exactly as Baelon the Brave and his mother, Alyssa, had raised him.

He was a conqueror, the first to add to their new empire since the original three-headed dragon, after winning the Stepstones in the first decade after his ascension. It took him six years (and 40,000 men) but he’d done it, and been named King of the Narrow Sea.

Almost immediately he’d broken ground on Bloodstone, to build Bloodstone. A gorgeous keep to pass down to his future son. He’d hoped.

Men thought him alike to Aegon, but he felt more like Visenya, and not just because he wielded her sword. Daemon was the elder and could also could be described as harsh, unforgiving or austere. There was nothing wrong with that. That is how you stay alive.

There was a reason Visenya outlived her siblings.

Daemon was comfortable in luxury, or in the trenches of war. He knew Visenya was too. If only her bloodline had survived, he thought. I’d be unstoppable.

And so, he felt like he related to her.

Visenya, like Aegon, married once for duty and once for love. Why couldn’t Daemon? Was he not King of the Seven Kingdoms as much as they were? He did not answer to the likes of men, he was a Targaryen, for gods sake.

Was he truly destined to be stuck in a dull marriage to Laena for the rest of his days? That couldn’t be so. Flames have mercy, he wouldn’t let it be so.

He deserved to spread his seed, to watch his sons grow in their mother. It was his birthright, but of course he was burdened with a barren wife.

Whispers followed him, “He is Maegor come again, even unable to get his seed to quicken. The gods speak, the gods know.”

It was bullshit.

It was definitely Laena’s fault, two dead (pregnant) whores can attest to that.

He was sick of bedding her. She was dull and meek, nothing like a true dragon. She had no fire, only still water.

After nine and ten years of marriage, and no heirs, he was done. Done with the ridicule and whispers of the lickspittles that populated his court. He had two seats to pass down, and no one to pass them to! He refused to give them to Viserys' sons, Aegon and Aemond. Absolutely no way.

He would marry for love too. He had made up his mind about that when Rhaenyra was ten. He knew if he made the right investments, the return would be astronomical. So he waited, and patiently watered his precious flower until she was ready to be plucked.

He lavished her with gifts, of all kinds. Anything to get her to smile.

She was the picture of Valyrian beauty, the youngest dragonlord of their family history, she was destined to be his. He was patient.

When her mother died, and Viserys was too caught up in grief, he, the King himself, cared for his dear niece. That brought the two together even more.

When Viserys decided to knock up her serving girl and asked to marry her, Daemon was overjoyed. He couldn’t agree fast enough.

Not even the existence of a Targaryen bastard in that whores belly couldn’t dampen the elation he felt. Viserys would push her straight into his arms with his haphazard treatment of the girl.

It worked too. She’d downright hated Alicent. It had been amusing to watch Viserys try and hold his household together. Rhaenyra was not going along with the happy family narrative Viserys tried to create.

It got even worse after their first child, Aegon, was born. Viserys didn’t see Rhaenyra for moons at a time, at that point. She much preferred to spend time Daemon, and he welcomed her with open arms. Viserys moved back to the Red Keep just to see his daughter, even though Alicent and Rhaenyra objected.

Dragonstone was damp and dull, but Daemon wasn’t there, and that was something to Alicent.

Alicent spit out two more children, Helaena and Aemond in quick succession after that. Daemon truly appreciated their efforts to push Rhaenyra into his arms.

He wasn’t stupid, the King. He knew that Alicent would start offering his sweet girl up to the lords of the realm at one point, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. Don’t get him wrong, his niece was beautiful and got his cock harder faster than anyone, ever had. Her figure was slim, but Daemon would spread her out in time. She had what looked like perfect handfuls for breasts and he just couldn’t wait.

But he’d been prepared to wait, for at least one more turn of the sun. Six and ten was not too young to be full of life, not when some girls were wed at one and ten.

Honestly, the anticipation was killing him. He would still have to wait, after the announcement. A wedding would need to be planned and had before he could bed his wife, and get her fat with his babe. He bristled at the thought. She was his already, he didn’t want to wait.

But he cared for her reputation, and would give no one reason to belittle her so she’d remain a maiden until the bedding.

As he came upon the small council room, he tried to shake the thoughts of lust from his brain. He needed a clear mind.

In the room Rhaenyra, Laena, Viserys, Alicent, Otto and Jason were all sitting at the table waiting for him. They all rose and gave gracious bows.

His wife was first to speak, “Good afternoon, husband.” He afforded her nothing but a nod.

“Princess, you look breathtaking. Come with me.” He held his hand out for hers and led her to the head of the table, where Otto had taken the seat to his left. “Switch seats with Otto, my pet. Thank you.”

After the switch was begrudgingly, on one side, made Daemon continued.

“I called you all here to speak of Rhaenyra’s impending betrothal. I understand that Alicent and Otto have come to an agreement, as well as a dowry price for my niece's hand. Fifty thousand gold dragons is no small dowry.” Jason looked quite pleased with himself.

“There are things my niece must be afforded, in any match that is made for her. She will have final say on the man she marries and bears children for,” that effectively wiped the smirk of Jason’s pretentious face. “Her happiness is of the utmost importance to me, and it will be considered.”

The girl in question was beaming at him, her lavender eyes bright and wide. Thank you, they scream.

You’re welcome, my love, he answers.

“We tried that Your Grace, but she has shown no interest in finding a husband. She skirts her duties! So unfortunately, a husband must be found for her,” his brother countered.

“I would treat the Princess well, my King, if you were to grant me her hand. She and any children she would give me would be well taken care of. I swear it. I have even started construction of a dragon pit. I would treat her with the respect she deserves.”

“Ha!” The Princess exclaimed. “Is that why you are going around court telling people that ‘my defiance won’t last long?’ Have you been saying that? Surely no man that respects me would tell anyone that I would soften promptly after the bedding. Right?”

The Lord of Casterly Rock paled, “Princess, I do not know what you have misheard but-,” he tried to wiggle his way out.

“No need for your feeble excuses, Jason. Rhaenyra will not be marrying you.” Rhaenyra reached out and grabbed his hand. The King took a deep breath and turned fully to her.

“Sweetling, I pray to the Fourteen daily for your good health and happiness. There is nothing I want more in life. I hope you find it in your husband.”

She smiled at him, wide and full of teeth. “Thank you, my King. There aren’t words to describe how much I appreciate you.”

“Like I said, you have final say, even in what I am about to propose to you. Understand?” She nodded. “Good.”

He straightened his back and looked to the rest of the room. Laena’s narrowed eyes didn’t escape him, she hated when he spoke in High Valyrian because she had never taken the time to try and learn it.

“If the Princess Rhaenyra will have me, I intend to take her as my wife, as soon as she turns six and ten.” He turned to look at the young girl. “You would be my Queen, Rhaenyra.”

The room erupted, with Laena and Alicent crying out the loudest.

“How dare you? I will not be set aside for the likes of a child. Nearly two decades of marriage and this is how you repay me?!”

“This is ungodly! You have a lawful wife already! This is an abomination!”

Viserys had yet to say anything, he was too stuck on the look gracing his daughter's face. She looked happy, ecstatic even. She launches herself out of her seat and at the King. Thankfully, the King was a warrior and could easily handle her mass. Her shriek cut through all the noise.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Of course I will have you, Your Grace!” She threw her arms around his broad shoulders. “It would be an honor to become your wife, kepa. Thank you so much.” She looked at Daemon with such love, such adoration.

“This is wrong! You have a wife already, you cannot set her aside!”

His eyes snapped to Alicent, “I know damn well what I have. You needn’t remind me, good-sister.” He turned to Laena. “I will not be setting you aside, relax. I will be taking Rhaenyra as a second wife. You are right, Laena, two decades and countless trips to your rooms and for what?! Not a single pregnancy. I’ve given you space and respect but I do not have endless patience! I need heirs. I needed them eight and ten years ago.” He reached for Rhaenyra’s hand and pressed a lingering kiss into it. “My niece is young, ripe and fertile. She will give me many sons and daughters, won’t you, my dear?”

She nodded so enthusiastically he thought she might knock a braid loose.

“As many as you want, kepa, I swear it. I won’t disappoint you.”

The King smiled. None in the room knew the long road he’d traveled to get here, to this level of undying loyalty. It didn’t happen without hard work, and it didn’t happen overnight. But anything worth something, would take a little time. And she was definitely worth it.

She would be so good for him, the King knew. He doubted it would even take her long to conceive. She did everything she put her mind to well, and Daemon knew this would be no different.

“Of course you won’t, my love.”

Laena had enough. It was bad enough she’d to get reports of his whore mongering down at Flea Bottom, to hear his exploits screams as she laid in her chambers beside his. Now this?! A second wife? Is he serious? She allowed him so much freedom to do what he wanted and this is what he does? Humiliate her in front of the Seven Kingdoms?

My love? Daemon had never addressed her as anything more than a cold Laena. She was sick already. And she knew he needed heirs, but that’s why she allowed him to fuck whores, she assumed one would get pregnant, maybe they could even pass the babe off as hers if they controlled the narrative well enough. But no. No, Daemon had to continuously disrespect her in front of the masses. What a dutiful husband he was.

“Visenya and Aegon married twice, once for duty and once for love. I shall too.” He grabbed both of Rhaenyra’s hands and stroked the soft skin on the top of it. “I would treat you well, Princess, with adoration and devotion. I swear it on the Flames. You and your children would be loved and taken care of. I will fill your days with laughter, your belly with children and your nights with love. I promise.”

Viserys had since snapped out of his trance.

“She is a child herself! You can’t Daemon. You are twenty years her senior! It isn’t right, and you know it.” He looked at Jason Lannister who still looked dumbfounded. When he looked over to Alicent and Otto, they were fuming. “Jason is the best match she could possibly hope to get! Don’t ruin that with your possessiveness, my King, please,” he pleaded.

It was Rhaenyra who responded to him, though.

“Better than His Grace? No, no. He isn’t. And I wasn’t a child when you were planning to send me off to some fucking rock with a man you haven’t spoken more than three words to!”

“Alicent vetted him! She wouldn’t arrange a bad match for you, Rhaenyra! She is your friend.”

“She’s a whore! One who used me to marry well, and now you’re mad I refuse to be handed off to some lion? Is it so crazy to think I might have ambitions too? Your head is far up Alicent’s ass you can't tell that all she feeds you is shit! You’re pathetic. I can’t wait to be rid of you and your halfbreed family. I don’t want you living here after the wedding. Go back to the Hightower, the lot of you.”

“You ungrateful brat! How dare you speak of me, of your siblings like that? I have only ever tried to guide you, but you resist me! You would rather be in a concubine than the lawful wife of Lord Lannister! How much more foolish could you be?!”

But Rhaenyra had always been self-assured and if anything, Alicent’s disapproval told her this was what was best for her. She was convinced the wench was hell bent on ruining her life.

“You would do well to remember I am your future Queen, and you will not be speaking to me in such a manner anymore. Do you understand me, stepmother?”

Alicent sneered, “And what of the dowry?”

“I will waive it, Alicent, as a gesture of goodwill. No need for you to pay me for my hand. The crown is not lacking for money.” When her eyes popped out of her head he smiled. “Surely you didn’t think I would be paying you?”

“Those fifty thousand gold dragons were going to support our family! How are we to survive with no income if we are to leave here?” She turned to her husband for help. He was none.

Daemon just shrugged. It wasn’t his fucking problem. The only person he cared about was Viserys, but he had chosen the Hightowers. The King had long accepted that truth. He’d tried to show him reason, but you can only lead a horse to water. You can’t make the fool drink.

“You are the daughter of a second son, you must come from hardworking people. Maybe go home and start working hard? Perhaps your uncle might have some work for you. You’re quite good at dressing people,” Rhaenyra chuckled. It delighted her to no end to see the flush of red that swept over Alicent. “Honestly, you should have thought about that before calling your future Queen an ungrateful brat. Now all of you, out. I want a moment alone with my betrothed.”

When Laena lingered Daemon barked out at her, “Did you not hear her command? You’ve been dismissed.” She subsequently left, albeit not without a huff of air and the stomping of her feet. Daemon even dismissed his Kingsguard outside the door.

“Tell me the truth, Rhaenyra. Are you truly happy with my proposal? A sennight ago you were so against marriage and having children. Even if you wish to never marry, you won’t have to,” he faked a grimace.

He knew she was happy and excited to wed him, it was written all over her gorgeous face.

“Of course I am. There is no man more deserving of my hand than you. I know I will find happiness and love with you, that my worth extends beyond the silver hair on my hair or the hue of my eyes. So no, I don’t mind being married or having babes if it’s with you, kepa. I just didn’t want to be sent away, to be parted from you. Alicent had power over me, over my future and she knew it. She was trying to separate us! It wasn’t fair, you’re my best friend. My only friend. We can’t be parted, I wouldn’t be able to bear it, my King,” she’d frowned, her eyes welling with tears.

Relief flooded his body. He worked so hard, for so long for this. It was surreal that it was finally time.

The King took her face into his palms, felt her tears slip past his fingers and pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. “No one shall ever part us, sweet girl.”

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Chapter 2: At the Sound of their Roar

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: swearing and arranged marriage.

Summary: What happened when a dragon and a lion fall in love.

Notes: Italics is in the past. Aegon still not have engage in non consensual activities (we believe in Dyana). English is not my first language.

The flags of the Lannister houses waved proudly as they reached the Red Keep. The princes Aegon and Aemond saw the small army following the lioness arrive. 

-She has always liked to make great entries.- Aegon said looking out of his mother’s bedroom window. 

-She likes to ride a horse. I don’t see how that’s a big entrance.- Aemond replied, as he looked at Aegon in disgust at the way he played with the fruit. 

-Do you think she comes in red?- despite Aegon’s mocking tone, the eldest of the brothers was curious. The Lannister girls' tradition was to wear pink until their father felt they were old enough to seek a betrothal. 

When they were old enough, they wore the characteristic red of their family. A very visual way of representing that she was a woman. 

-I don’t know. Jason wants to wait. He still thinks she is young. 

-Mother was already married, and with child at that age. Even our older half-sister was already looking for a husband. 

-I can’t imagine her being married.- Prince Aemond was uncomfortable with the idea of Y/N's marriage. The idea that she would never live with him again. Despite her seasons at Casterly Rock, she always came back to him. Knowing that another man would be the one to receive her sweet smile and laughter. Another man would get all her attention and be the one to take care of her cubs. 

-Then you should marry her.

-I’m going to marry... 

-Don’t say your whore’s name.- he interrupted. - Even I am not stupid enough to think I can marry a bastard. Fuck her, let her have your bastards, but no one would object to you marrying Y/N. 

-Why do you defend her so much. Do you like her? - since some years Aegon stopped bothering her and ignoring her, and started to be her defender. Aegon had never tried anything with her, but Aemond knew his brother’s activities. 

-No, she’s beautiful, but I respect her too much to even think of her as a woman.

-Why? I’m not sure you respect our mother. 

-It’s different. Maybe someday I’ll tell you the story.- he pours himself some wine. 

-Aegon is too early.- he tried to take his cup.  

-Go get her, and if she comes in red don't be a fucking coward and ask her to marry you.- he left with the cup of wine and left the young prince thinking. 

Aemond knew that he couldn't marry the woman he loved. Y/N would be the perfect choice to get married, but he loved another woman. He would not make her suffer what his mother has suffered so many years from being the shadow of the woman his father loved. They both deserved love. He knew he couldn’t marry the woman he loved, but Y/N still had a chance to find a loving marriage. 

***

Y/N with grace and beauty unmount her white horse. Helaena ran to greet her friend. 

-My dear Y/N, you are finally at home.- the Princess gave her a warm hug. 

-My sweet Helaena. How has everything been? 

-We should have tea together.- with that statement, the lioness knew there was new and important news. 

-My princess, I think the tea will have to be by tomorrow. My niece and I have many to talk about. - Tyland interrupted the conversation. 

-I’m sure I can have tea with the princess and with you, dear uncle.- they walked to the lioness's room. 

-Do you have time for three conversations?- Aemond caught up with them downstairs. Y/N and Tyland made the proper bow to the Prince. 

-Looks like I’m gonna have a busy day. 

They both smiled for different reasons. Y/N was happy to see his friend, and Aemond was thrilled to see that pale pink dress that fit her so well.

Helaena saw her brother’s smile and Y/N. They need their time. 

-I think we’ll have to wait for Lord Lannister.- she turned to him.- I need help looking for my mother.- Tyland understood the message and accompanied the Princess. 

-Helaena has given me to understanding that there are news.- Y/N started the conversation when they were alone. 

-You’ve been away almost eight moons. It'll take some days to catch up with every new and gossip. 

-I heard you’ve been negotiating in the Riverlands and the Vale.  

-You were well informed, Lady Lannister. 

-Let us walk in the gardens.- Aemond offered his arm, and the lioness took it with pleasure. 

Aemond told him about the journeys he had. As were the castles and the lords of each of the houses. Some rumours had not yet reached the court. 

-You have something to tell me.- she interrupted. The lioness saw how the Prince was tense and nervous. He wanted to avoid a subject, but it was consuming him.  

-How? - Aemond asked surprised by the ability of Y/N to read him. 

-You’re anxious. You play with your fingers. 

-It’s impossible to hide anything from you. I have heard that the negotiations in Highgarden with the Tyrells and the Hightowers have been a success thanks to you. You were the golden piece. 

-I’m part of the pride.- she said proudly. The Realm learned that the lioness was not only to be admired but also had claws and fangs to be feared. 

-You are the pride. 

-What thoughts are consuming you?

-My father.- they sat in the garden watching the sea. 

-How is the health of the King?

-He lost an eye. His illness consumed it. I thought I would feel some kind of satisfaction. 

-What happened? - the lioness gently held his hand to support him as he told the story.

The Queen told their children his father was losing an eye and that the family should support him as their children, and give him confidence and love. Helaena and Alicent sat next to him to tell him the stories he loved deeply. Aemond was sitting far away but always with him. Even Aegon was there for a while. When Helaena and Alicent went to rest, the young dragon promised them that he would stay with his father. When he sat by his bed, Aemond thought the pain would finally make him apologize or say something, at least about that night, but it wasn’t what he expected. 

***

The King complained that the effect of the milk of the poppy was beginning to fade. He began to wake up and Prince Aemond took his hand. 

-Father.

-Water.- the King asked his son. Aemond helped him to drink the water slowly. 

-Aemond, my boy. 

-I’m here. Your family is with you.- Aemond held his thin hand. He felt no strength from his father. He did not know him as a strong and healthy man, but he remembered his hands making his model of Old Valyria. 

-Rhaenyra? - asked the confused King. 

-She’s not here, Father. She’s still in Dragonstone with her family. We’ve sent her letters and we’ve had no response.- although the Prince tried to make his half-sister look bad in front of his father, he realized he was only telling the truth. It was they who took care of him. 

-My sweet girl must be busy. Don’t bother her with my illness anymore. 

-Sure, Your Grace. I’ll tell my mother not to send any more letters. - the King didn’t notice the irony in his son’s voice. 

-Now we’re more alike.- Visery tried to joke with him.- Although you have Targaryen traits, you have a certain resemblance to Otto. I think you inherited more from your grandfather than from your father. Do you still serve wine? - after his attack on Driftmark, his grandfather had invited him to be a cupbearer, and now he sat next to him to continue learning the work of Hand of the King. It had become clear to Otto that at least one of his grandchildren needed to learn how to run a kingdom. Aemond that night showed him that he had the determination. 

-No father. I sit next to my grandfather to learn. 

-It’s good you learn from him. I think I remember that you were learning to use the sword; now that you can’t use it, you better learn politics.- after Driftmark, his father had stopped watching them train. Aegon and Aemond concluded that he never saw them but his bastard grandchildren. 

-That is my intention. 

-Anyway, four younger kids beat you in a fight. Otto must have taught you not to start fights you can’t win, but you must teach your children that lesson. 

-You had to teach me that. You are my father. - Aemond let go of his hand and stood up from his chair. 

-I’ve been sick, boy. - Visery’s kind tone turned hostile.

-You defended them sick. - Aemond breathed and controlled their emotions as usual.- I'll fetch the Maester. Over the years, he has been perfecting an ointment so that you do not suffer what I, father. 

-Aemond!- the King tried to stop his son but failed. 

-I wish I had taken your father’s eye as yours were taken away. Rhaynera and his bastard will hear us roar. - the lioness took her free hand to cupped Aemond's cheek. 

-They will know how dangerous a dragon and a lion’s roar are. - Aemond knew he would burn cities for his lioness. She had given him a new eye and a new way of looking at life. Even though not being together, she would always have a dragon fighting beside her. 

-There’s something else you want to tell me. - the lioness was sure that his father wasn't what consumed the dragon’s thoughts. 

-My mother wants to know if you’re going to be at the Maiden’s Day ceremony this year. This year will be a grand event because Helaena will go to light her candle. She's older than you, but the finest suitors will come. 

-My Prince, the Lord Hand is calling you urgently.- one of the Hand's guards interrupted them. 

-When you want to tell me what’s really going on, you know where to find me.- she told him before he left. 

-Bring tea, fruit and cheese to my chambers. I will be with Princess Helaena.- Y/N ordered from one of her handmaiden ladies who were nearby. 

***

-Lord Hand. Lord Lannister.- Aemond greet when he arrived at the Tower of the Hand. 

-According to what my brother and nephew sent me, Y/N did excellent diplomatic work in seeking an alliance with the Tyrells. The only areas we need to secure are the Riverlands and the Vale. 

-Rhaenyra’s mother is of the House Arryn of the Eyrie. The Vale will not support our cause. I was more successful in the Riverlands, but we may encounter problems in the future. Lord Grover Tully would be in our favour, but his grandson Elmo did not agree with him. It may be a short alliance.- Aemond explained. 

-A wedding with the Tully- suggested Otto. 

-A Hightower? A Targaryen? - Tyland replied. 

-He has no daughters Grover.- Aemond reminded them. 

-A Lannister? - Aemond and Tyland went into a defensive mode with Otto's suggestion.

-Tyrell would be a better marriage option for Y/N.- Tyland said. 

-According to Y/N, the Tyrells will be with the Hightowers.- Otto knew that one of their golden piece was Y/N. They would have to seek the most advantageous marriage for her. 

-I can’t speak for my brother about Y/N’s betrothal. 

-What do you think, Aemond? - his grandfather asked.

-Have you thought of a Prince of Dorne? - Aemond did not think about the most advantageous alliance, but about the safest marriage for Y/N where she could live away from the incoming war, even if it meant stopping seeing her.

-The dornishmen are not going to participate. - Tyland said. Exactly, the Prince thought. 

-But if we have Y/N in Dorne she can force their hands to support us. If anyone can mobilize the dornishmen it would be Y/N.- the Hand calculated.

-I’ll talk to my brother. It’s time for Y/N to wear red.- Tyland called one of the guards. - Go get my niece. 

***

-Helaena, the dress is beautiful. - said Y/N looking at the princess’s blue dress. 

-It had to be a special dress. My betrothal with Aegon will be announced. 

-Oh! Everything will be fine. We both know Aegon, but it can always be worse.- Aegon was Aegon, but she knew a worse man than him. 

-I’ve thought about it a lot, and my life isn’t going to change much. I’m going to stay here near my mother, my grandfather, Aemond and for a while you. I’ll just have to breed his babies. 

-Realistically, that’s true. 

-Where do you think you might end up? - the lioness had thought a lot that her marriage was only political. If she could, she would marry near Casterly Rock or Kingslanding. 

-The Vale or the Riverlands is where alliances are needed. As long as I don’t end up in Stormlands, I’ll be fine. I don’t think a Baratheon and a Lannister can coexist. Their anger and our pride sound like a combination that can only bring disaster.- she had already rationalized almost every option. 

-They must be angry all day because it never stops raining.- Helaena said sincerely, making them both laugh. 

The Lannister guards interrupted. 

-Lady Lannister, your uncle, and the Hand of the King request your presence. 

-I will see you at dinnertime. My mother wants to see you.- Helaena said as she got up, and the handmaiden ladies took the dress with her. 

***

Upon reaching the Tower of the Hand, the three men and she made the corresponding greetings before starting with what mattered to them. 

-I’m told the negotiations have been a complete success for an alliance between the Lannisters, Hightower and the Tyrells. 

-The rumours are true, grandfather. Even Harrenhal heard of the new negotiations. Besides calling her the golden beauty, now, they also say she has a golden tongue.

-Thank you, my Prince. We have reached a commercial agreement with the Tyrells, so we do not have to marry anyone to a house that is a natural ally.- she said as she approached to explain with the maps.- Also, it will put the Hightower house above the Tyrells. Products will trade off in the ports of Oldtown and Lannisport. It is faster and safer for products to cross by sea than land. Driftmark used to take care of that, but with the war of Steptones someone has to cover it, and Lannisport can trade by sea and land. The River Road and Goldroad lead everywhere. The Tyrells had no choice because their Ocean Road only connects with Lannisport, and Roseroad only connects to Kingslanding. The Tyrells will rely on the Lannisters and the Hightowers to move their crops. 

-How did you agree to depend on these two families? A marriage would have worked better for them without compromising the Hightowers to gain even more power. - Tyland asked surprised at how a family as powerful as the Tyrells had sold out. 

-Lord Martyn Tyrell has kept a low profile because he has been ill for many years. His wife, Elinor Hightower, will be regent as there is little expectation for Martyn, and her son Lyonel is an infant.- Aemond explained.  

-It wasn't difficult to convince Elinor, but Martyn was worried that one of his bannermen would be much more powerful than them. But when they saw the possibility of obtaining more gold and a more concrete alliance with the Lannisters, the rose gave up his pride. Oldtown’s gonna have to protect the infant heir and his mother; we can afford that. They need protection and gold. - the lioness finished the explanation. 

-Thank you very much for this alliance, Y/N. The Kingdom thanks you, and we will make up for it.- Otto said as the lioness left the room. 

-It’ll have to be Elmo Tully.- Tyland said by looking at the map. 

-Not necessarily. Riverrun is very close to Westerlands, and the advantage that would give us in the territory is minimal The Trident is where we need to control and to control it, we need Harrenhal and we have it. Marrying Y/N to Elmo Tully may not bring us any real benefit. - Aemond knew history tends to repeat and that most battles took place in the Riverlands. Y/N would be sent to a very likely death. Aemond would not risk Y/N's life.

-Elmo Tully is a suitable option. - Otto was curious about how much his grandson was disgust by the mere option of Elmo Tully. 

-I'll talk to my brother personally. - assured Tyland.- Elmo Tully is a good choice and can give us control of The Trident. 

-Elmo Tully will be with Rhaenyra. We would be wasting the option that the Martells can support us.- Aemond almost growls. The dragon’s blood was starting to warm up, and Tyland might burn.- We can marry Bethany Hightower. The Tully house is not rich. With the new trade gains, we can raise the dowry.- Aemond tried to reason with both. 

-I’ll talk to my brother. - Tyland left.

The tension between Aemond and Otto grew. The whole conversation felt like a betrayal to Y/N. Aemond shouldn't be discussing her betrothal without her knowledge. 

-Why do you defend with fire that Y/N does not marry Elmo?

-We can defeat the Tully. Jason and Y/N should know... 

-If you want to marry her...-Otto interrupted. 

-No.- he interrupted back sharply. 

-You’re not marrying that whore.- his grandfather warned him. 

*** 

After a long argument with his grandfather. Aemond went to Y/N’s room, the guards announced him, and he found her about to eat a lemon cake that she liked so much. 

-Aemond! - she left the cake on the table with papers. 

-You shouldn’t be eating lemon cakes before dinner. You’re going to ruin your appetite. - he stole one of her cakes. 

-If you want more, we can ask for more.- she wiped her hands with a napkin. 

-I’m sure you only ate fruit all day. - he scolded her. 

-And cheese. - she laughed. 

-You need to eat more than that. 

-Don’t worry... - Aemond interrupted. 

-I will always worry about you. I will always take care of you as you have for me. - Aemond felt guilty for not telling her about his affair in Harrenhal and fixing something as important as her betrothal. 

-My sweet Aemond.- she took his hand as she had done in the afternoon. 

-What are you doing with all these maps? - he changed the subject by seeing several maps on her table. 

-With the North and the Vale, they have a great advantage; and they have more dragons. I’m looking for something that might bring us an advantage, but I think I’m too tired of the trip to think. - she confessed to him as he looked at the maps and she sat on the bed. 

-Driftmark, without Corlys and his wars, they are vulnerable. I heard in the small council that they have emptied their coffers, and without the trade, everything will get worse. - Aemond should not give her that information, but together, they had always thought better. 

-You are a genius! A Lannister controlling Driftmark.- she was excited about that information. He saw her mind start thinking about different scenarios. 

- A Lannister? 

-Yes, my father and brothers will not give money to a territory we can not control like Harrenhal.- after the fire in Harrenhal, the Lannisters gave money to Larry Strong to rebuild and to have control of Harrenhal and the favour of Larry Strong, who could be strange, but dangerous. 

-Which Lannister? 

-It can be Tymond with one of the daughters of Laena or...- Y/N kept silent. The mere thought made her burn in anger. 

-You? - Aemond would burn Driftmarke before she was married to one of the bastards. 

-No, because it would be Lucerys, and I would take his two eyes before he laid a hand on me.- the lioness’s eyes were as if she was going to hunt.- Vaemond has children? 

-Yes, two Daeron and Daemion.

-They can be a marriage option for me. You should bring that option to the table - Y/N knew they had run her out of the room because they were seeing the best betrothal for her. 

-I...- Aemond tried to explain. 

-I know you’ve talked about it. I know my uncle will talk with my father and he’ll come with a red dress. I can suggest and make alliances, but I don’t think I’ll have much of a voice in my future husband. I trust you to support my decision. 

-I promise you. - Aemond approached her. 

I had to tell her everything. She deserves to hear it from me, not from Aegon, Aemond thought. 

-I have something to tell you. In my travels, I fell in love.- making it longer would be harder.  

-Oh! Aemond! That’s great news. Who is it? - The lioness’s heart stopped, but she managed to fake a smile. She didn’t understand why it hurt so much. From childhood, she felt more than friendship for him; but as they grew up, she knew it could not be anything of him because their families were already allies, so she gradually took him out of her heart, but apparently the dragon's ashes were still warm.

-Her name is Alys.- Y/N interrupted 

-Alys? You can’t be in love with Alys Waxley! she’s only twelve!

-No, it’s not Alys Waxley. It’s Alys Rivers.- he immediately interrupted the sermon that came from the lioness. 

Rivers a bastard. A bastard. 

-My dear Y/N! - The Queen interrupted the conversation. 

-Your Grace- they both bowed. 

-An apologies for barely coming to see you, but I’ve had a lot of business to attend to. - the Queen was happy to see Y/N and came to give her a big hug. 

-You don’t have to apologize, Your Grace.

-Aemond, my boy, I expected to see you until dinner. - she said as she hugged his son. 

-I won’t be at dinner. I have unfinished business, but Lady Lannister has only eaten fruit, cheese and lemon cakes. She needs to eat better than that at dinner, mother - Alicent knew where her son would go. Her gaze was clear to both that the Queen was not happy. 

-You’ve always had sweet tooth. You’ll eat something better. - the Queen smiled and would have to talk again with her son about his activities in the city. 

-Your Grace, Lady Lannister.- Aemond left the room. 

-You have to tell me all about your trip. - Y/N smiled and started telling her even though her mind was just repeating the name: Alys Rivers. 

The irony with which the Gods played could even make the most serious knight laugh. 

[romaelettuce]

The Fire Within Us - Chapter Three

"I wouldn't know, I haven't spoken to Daemon in years."

It has been three years since he left.

"Since you supplanted him as heir," Lady Ceira says, sipping her wine.

"Daemon made his choices, Lady Ceira," The Queen intejects, hoping to cheer her in this situation, hoping to be friends with her again.

"The Princess was more suited to the role." 

Rhaenyra refrained from reacting to the moment unfolding before her.

Daemon was made to wear the crown, her thoughts roared; She only wanted to fly on dragonback and eat cake. She wanted everything back to the way it was, she wanted her uncle to sit on the Iron Throne, and that was now nearly impossible.

Joselyn Redwyne scoffs beside her, taking her plate. 

"He has made quite a mess," She says.

"The King must put an end to it. Send fleets and men to clear out the Triarchy for good."

It was not that easy, you dumb bitch. 

"The crown is not at war." 

Lady Redwyne looked at her, "The crown is at war, Princess. And though your father refuses to admit it, we have been dragged into it by your uncle and the Sea Snake."

The Princess fought back with a clever answer.

"And how have you served the realm of late, Lady Redwyne, by eating cake?"

Rhaenyra raises her eyebrow at her, and everyone was deathly silent while she walked away, guards bowing in respect.

She needed to get out of here, she needed to get away from everyone. It has been so hard for her, not having someone to talk to, she tried to be strong for her dear father, but to her dismay, he was blinded by the Hightowers.

She was about to pour herself some wine, but a tall blond man approaches.

"I wonder, Princess...Was your own second name day as grand as this?"

Rhaenyra tipped her cup to him as he offered her the wine. "I honestly don't recall and neither will my half-brother."

Jason smirked. "Lord Jason Lannister." He introduces himself.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced." 

Rhaenyra hated small boring talks, especially this. What in the seven hells is he trying to say?

"Hm, I don't have a Dragonpit. Of course…but…"

Why would he want a fucking dragonpit?

"I do have the means and resources to build one." He smiles at her arrogantly.

Rhaenyra raises her eyebrow again, "Why would you need a Dragonpit?"

Jason smirked once again. "To house dragons, of course."

He stepped closer, but she backed away immediately. But that did not stop him from saying, "I'd do anything for my Queen...or lady wife."

If Daemon were to hear this, he would skin him alive.

"Thank you for the wine." She sets down the cup in front of him and leaves, walking back to the tents.

"Is that all I am to you?" The Princess protests once she is in front of him. Viserys sets down his cup, shooing Otto away, but the leech stays. 

"A prize to proffer about to the great houses?" She mocks his tone. The King lets out a sigh."You are of age, Rhaenyra. And Jason Lannister is an excellent match." She nearly vomits.

"He is arrogant and insufferable!"

"Well, I thought you might have that in common." Her father smiles, further fueling the cold fire running through her.

Viserys' smile disappears as he sees her face.

"Since you came of age, I have been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment, flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried," He begins to raise his voice and Rhaenyra is not having it. 

"I have tried often to discuss it with you, but you've refused me at every turn!"

"That is because I do not wish to get married!"

Her father hissed at her face. " Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!"

If only Daemon were here. 

"You must marry." Her father says softly at regaining his bearings, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She flinches away from his touch, running off to mount a horse, and flees.

"Princess!" Her horse was stopped by another, and she looks up to see him, the knight who defeated the Rogue Prince, the owner of the morningstar that flung Dark Sister from his hands.

"S-ser..." She couldn't believe she stuttered.

"Criston Cole, your Grace." He says, comforting her horse until it calms down.

"I shall take you back." He was about to turn her horse, but Rhaenyra held the reins tightly into her hands. "No," She said abruptly. "We should take to the Kingswood."

Rhaenyra listened to him as they ventured further in the secluded parts of the forest.

"Before I spoke my vows as a knight of the Kingsguard, I could have married a common-born girl had I wished."

For some reason, his words have her wishing she was a common-born girl herself.

"How fortunate you are to have a say in your own life…" She mutters after a while, jealous of his freedom.

Criston softly laughs."Many in the realm would gladly trade positions with you, Princess."

They had stopped. "Only because none of them has ever held my position. If only they had known how hard it is for me." She sadly said.

"I may be the Princess of Dragonstone, but I am toothless."

"One day…" He began again."Not so long ago,you held enough power to write my name into the White Book. And when your father named me to his kingsguard,"

He held out his hand, and the princess placed her hand on his."It was the highest honor any Cole has ever known…" And he gently kissed her skin, making the Princess blush for the first time in three years.

"All that I have, I owe to you." And they smiled at each other.

Now her sworn shield, Criston accompanied her everywhere. He kept her company, and ever since, he was the one she wanted to see every day, and it filled the void in her heart.

She claimed to herself that the knight started to like her, her foolish thoughts roared as she thought of him everyday. She was so infatuated with him, that she would not want to see anyone else.

It has been four years, and she is with Criston in Storm's End, with Lord Boros Baratheon at her side, as various suitors, young and old, present themselves to the Princess, trying to impress and make her say yes to each of their proposals.

"How many left?" She asks in hushed exasperation.

"Another ten, Princess." The knight whispered, making her sulk in her seat.

She rejected every one, not worrying if Viserys finds out about this and how cross he would be; let him find out.

They are down to two gentlemen, but instead of introductions, the two quarrel and the Princess has had enough.

Boros tried to stop her, wanting to present ten more. But she stubbornly turns away and prepares to go home.

"I now understand why it is so hard for you." He gently said to her once they are aboard, the Princess still frustrated, ready to unleash her wrath once she returns to her father.

She looks at him with a small smile.

"They were cunts, all of them," She says, and Criston giggled. "Father has made me more furious than ever, I suppose we're going to quar-"

A loud screech is heard and they had shut their mouths once they heard it. 

The strident sound was familiar and her ears rang, she nearly leapt out of the ship when the Blood Wyrm nearly pushed it, bumping her head in the process.

"Oh, Gods, are you alright Princess? Will you, fetch her a maester-" 

"I-" She slowly stood up. "I-I am quite alright, only..." She trailed off once she saw Caraxes making his way to the Dragonpit.

Her face lit up when his name came into her head, and the image of Criston disappeared for a while.

"Tell them to make this ship go faster, Ser." She said, Criston bowing in respect, walking away to deliver her message.

He promised he'd come back.

He promised he'd come back to her.

And her heart was beating wildly once she stepped inside the Throne room.

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Oh look another subby Aegon fic, who would do that????

Anyways!

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: A little prequel to how our lovely Uller met Aegon. Then made him cry with womanly power. He’s such a brat.

Tags: Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends, Dom!reader, dornish!reader, sub!Aegon, overstim, riding the dragon babyyyy, v!sex, alcohol/drug use, man tears of course, no beta we die like Aegon’s liver, crying during sex, AFAB!reader, what’s slow burn these two are way too horny for that

Burning matchstick quick

Ali had dragged you along to the social claiming, “These guys are rich and cute!” Rich and cute usually meant coke and assholes. Besides you’d heard the infamous Prince Aegon Targaryen would be here. As the Governor of Dorne’s daughter you would punch him out if possible.

He had a punchable face.

You wore a tight dress and impossibly high heels, decked in gold jewelry. Your childhood best friend, the princess, was similarly styled. She was already drawing looks with her easy smiles and sultry eyes. Aliandra flipped her hair effortlessly and pulled you along through the crowd and flashing lights. People grinded together around you, the smell of weed and booze heady in the air.

You were determined to break out of that nerdy shell from your younger years and make your mark in college. Most knew you as Governor Uller’s eldest daughter, the smart one, the dutiful one, the serious one. You’d get a fresh start at King’s Landing University.

Aliandra yelled into your ear, “I have a friend back here! He’s the President!” You rolled your eyes as a cocky looking blonde swaggered up. He declared, “Princess and sexy friend! Name’s Jason. Jason LANNISTER!” You weren’t sure why he needed to yell that but frankly weren’t surprised from his last name.

He wrapped arms around both of your shoulders, escorting you two past some pledges and a hallway. You tried to remain unfazed by the scene in the room at the end. Emphasis on the tried because you were watching the prince of Westeros snorting an obscene amount of blow. Ali babbled, “Holy shit! Let me in on that!”

You stared at the carbon copy of Jason and asked, “Can I get a drink?”

The twin chuckled and asked, “What’s your poison Uller? I try to be respectful and let chicks watch,” he jabbed a thumb to Jason, “unlike that asshole.” You leaned against the counter and rolled your eyes, huffing, “I guess I’m already famous. Just some white shit and a soda, Tyland.”

He grinned at you and poured up.

The manic prince bumped into you, glaring with blown pupils. He sneered, “Watch out! Fucking freshman.” Rage lit in your chest. Aliandra cackled, “Oh he’s going to get it.” You shoved him and hissed back.

“Watch out! Fucking drunk pricks.”

Aegon’s mouth opened dumbly for a long period, his cheeks flushing. He muttered something and grabbed a beer. Off he went down the hallway. You commented, “What a dick head…” Tyland shrugged, “Glad you gave it back to him— never seen the slayer that befuddled.”

Jason interjected with a high Ali hanging on his arm, “Nice one! The slayer is oh-for-three.”

“Why are you calling him that?”

The Lannisters simultaneously responded, “Record of fucking most freshman.”

You scoffed and suggested having shots instead of being more annoyed by the Targaryen’s presence. Shots flowed, you met new people, and ended up forcefully dragged by your best friend to dance. Aliandra laughed in glee, dancing on a her true crush, Addam. Jason awkwardly pouted nearby nursing a beer.

A body sidled up next to yours, you turning in surprise. Your stony eyes met the violet eyes of the prince. Aegon seemed to be sizing you up. You gave him a look and turned back around pointedly. Then a ringed hand curled around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. He’d better be careful or you were going to kick him. Totally did not want to ride his cock until he cried or anything.

“You’re hot for a stuck up rich girl,” he rasped into your ear. You swayed to the music, gritting your jaw at Aegon’s stupidity. He continued, “No really, I don’t usually go for the Dornish.” You gave him a look as if to ask ‘What the shit?’. He smiled with glassy eyes, too invested in your face. You tried to keep your eyes from darting to his dumb pretty lashes or full lips.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you spat.

“And you’re a fucking bitch, what’s the hold up?”

This blonde asshole really had the gall. You didn’t mind it anymore, impulsively setting your mind on fucking the attitude out of the prince. You twisted around to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Aegon smirked down at you, grabbing a handful of your ass lecherously. His face fell when you teased, “I’ll show you a gods-damned bitch. Take me to the back, my prince.” A flicker of something passed over his face, but Aegon exited the dance floor, a hand tightly at the small of your back.

The brother room was empty, Aegon slapping off the light. You purred, “I think the couch will be a good spot, what say you?” Aegon nervously laughed, “Not the first time, sweetheart.” He was out of his element, you’d dealt with enough bluffing males surrounding your papa to know that.

You pushed Aegon down onto the ratty couch and straddled his waist in one fluid motion. He yelped and two palms instinctively held your waist. He stuttered, “F-fuck you’re forward.” You relished the fear in his widened violet orbs.

“You haven’t even seen the half of it, sweetheart.”

You gripped his chin in a rough embrace and claimed the prince’s full lips. He tried to fight back, locking you two in a battle of teeth and tongue. You licked into his mouth, moaning at his skilled tongue. Aegon hummed at that, nipping your bottom lip playfully.

You ignored his antics and massaged his tongue with your own gently. Lull him into complacency first, then shock the poor baby again. One of his hands stroked at your hair while you shared kisses with him. Aegon moaned low in his throat, shifting his hips minutely. Your lips danced against his almost perfectly. Almost too much so for the first time.

You pulled pack, a string of spit connecting your lips. Aegon groaned with a grimace, “What?” His dick was insistently making it’s presence known between your thighs. With a sharp grin you slowly grinded up, up, up against him. The prince gasped into a broken wet noise. His violet eyes were frantically darting around— overwhelmed.

You cooed into the shell of his ear, “What? Never had a chick fuck you right?”

He half-whispered, “O-of course. Fuck- do I look like?”

You nipped at his pierced ear, kissing your way to his pretty neck. Aegon had such pallid skin. You wanted to see it flush and purple under your teeth. Still rocking against the flustered prince in a filthy grind, you sucked bruises into his pulse point. Aegon’s hands gripped for dear life, whining and immediately biting his lip to stifle the noise.

You murmured, “I’m gonna ride you now.”

He nodded in a daze, red lips swollen from bites. You thumbed at a particularly dark hickey, enjoying the way Aegon writhed. His breath came in short pants, a flush high on his cheeks. Laying a hot kiss on the tender hollow of Aegon’s throat, lithe hands slid down his taut body.

He threw his head back petulantly as you undid his expensive belt. Aegon was at a loss for words, one second looking like he was going to curse you out, then the next as if the prince was going to sing your praises. Nothing resembling the common tongue slipped past his lips besides low moans and bitten off whimpers.

Your manicured hand eased Aegon’s flushed cock out of his underwear. Loud bass echoed on in the distance, only the sound of the prince’s and your breath intermingling. Your thumb rubbed around the crown of his leaking dick.

“Pretty. Like you.”

Aegon urged, “C’mon.”

His brows were cutely pulled together, sweat beginning to bead on his temples.

You used your off hand to hike up the skin-tight dress. Aegon muttered under his breath, staring at the neon thong. His hands reached towards your pussy, you slapping them away to his chagrin. You slid the flimsy piece of underwear to the side, laughing breathlessly as you eased the blonde in. His lashes fluttered and throat bobbed— helpless to the feeling of it all.

You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, starting a rough pace on Aegon’s cock. His face fell forward, rapid breath hitting your shoulder. Aegon whined, “The fuck…are you doing to me?” All you could do was smile and pet his silver hair, taking your pleasure.

He filled you up perfectly, snug against your ridged insides. You cried out softly when Aegon finally jerked his hips up in sloppy, stilted movements. The Targaryen babbled, “Ah- ah- oh gods don’t stop! You’re so good!” His constant moaning was leaving a damp spot of drool on your dress, the man completely undone.

You clenched onto his throbbing cock, sighing sweetly as the feeling of fullness. He was leaking so much pre you felt even slicker than usual. Aegon rutted frantically into your molten pussy, gasping and whining with scrunched eyes. Taken by ecstasy, your fingers squeezed his mottled throat.

Aegon cried out in rapture as his entire body shook. He grabbed hard enough at your flesh to bruise, high keening sounds deafening your hearing. He spilled into your pussy with hot ropes of cum, violet eyes rolling into his skull. You cruelly laughed, riding Aegon through his orgasm.

You growled, “C’mon give me another— m’not done slut.”

He shook his head and whimpered, “No, I can’t, s’too much.” You knew there was the short period you could coax out a more intense secondary release. A trembling hand rubbed at your clit, simultaneously mocking Aegon for cumming so quick. He begged for mercy, sweaty locks bouncing as the prince’s head bobbed.

You grabbed onto the pale hair, giving him a vicious yank. A low groan ripped from your throat, a heated flush running up the length of your body. Your skin prickled at the feeling and more noises poured unbidden from your lips. Aegon cried again, “Ahhh- pleaseee- it hurts!”

You hissed, “You want me to stop then?”

He wailed in frustration, teeth baring in the dark of the room. Aegon mewled, “Nonono, keeep going, fuuUCK!” He writhed underneath your flexing thighs, cramping with the intensity. Aegon’s cock was brought back to hardness, throbbing inside your pulsing cunt. A pang of white hot ecstasy sent another clenching ripple through your soaked core.

Violet eyes poured tears down his blotchy cheeks, Aegon drooling from the overstimulation. He chanted your name like a prayer, sobbing between each pained cry. He trembled while you laved a pointed tongue over his rapidly aching bruises. Your breath hitched when Aegon’s cock started to nudge against your sweet spot.

“That’s it, you got it, fuck me one last time,” you urged.

“Oh my gods I’m gonna cum again,” Aegon blubbered.

Your thighs slapped against his lap in a lazier pattern now, slipping into that final stage. Aegon’s sniveling and carrying on was music to your ears. You threw your hair back, breath resorted to staccato pants. Yanking the bratty prince’s pale curls one last time you seized up with a long, lewd cry.

Aegon wheezed like he’d been punched in the gut— slowly realizing he was spilling again. He let out a confused sob as more cum filled your swollen cunt. You cooed, “That’s it prince, good boy, good little boy.” Fat tears leaked down your skin, Aegon’s chest shaking with sobs. You didn’t expect him to react so…passionately.

Using a gentle press of your palm, you tilted Aegon’s crumpled face up. He sucked in a wet breath, red-rimmed eyes peering up to your dark orbs. You complimented, “You’re so pretty when you cry.” Licking up a salty tear sent the point across, the prince rasping a small reply, “Thanks.” He nuzzled into your body like a lost puppy— seeking protection.

Sliding out of him caused a gush of slick and cum to leak, Aegon moaning softly at the feeling. He whimpered into your tits, “Don’ leave.” Smiling softly and curling a possessive hand around his waist you replied, “I won’t. Only if you give me your number, dragon prince.”

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 47

Cw: labor pains,childbirth

Gif by @baddie-on-a-mission-xx

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Despite their enemies keeping them uncommunicated with everyone else, word comes about Aegon’s poisoning.

To him at least.

For the past two nights Alys appears to him in flames whispering in the strange old Andal tongue as mother sits at Aegon’s bedside.

You are needed, One-Eye.

Your brother needs you here.

“We must return.” He orders his commanders who had readied themselves to march on Butterwell and retake after losing it to the Frey woman and the northern wolves.

“Our men need you here, your highness. You have your duty to them. It was a dream and only that.” Criston did not budge and neither did half his men.

Half his men believed in the myth of Targaryens being close to gods still and now the prince was wishing the rest of the men had been as ignorant as them.

Dreams like those of Daenys and the Conqueror who united Westeros under his banner, Byron Swan had said and his squire, Criston’s nephew Cedrik, had spread the word after.

Madness like that of Maegor and Viserys who butchered his lady wife open for a babe too small to live, Criston had countered and boxed Cedrik’s ears for spreading such nonsense.

“We are sitting ducks here; no word comes in and no word comes out. For all we know King’s Landing has fallen to our enemies.” Aemond argued unable to shake away the feeling he is needed at home.

Aemma is nearing her time, Criston thinks he wants to leave because he doesn’t want to risk missing the birth of their child.

Part of him knows that is the reason he puts so much stock on the dreams he had last night.

“If you leave, you cannot take all our men with you, we cannot leave the God’s Eye unprotected, your highness.” Lord Vance of Atranta suggested, only he and Humfrey Bracken had what survived of Jason Lannister’s host and command, and he needed assurance that there would be men to protect him from his kinsmen, the Vances of Wayfarer’s Rest.

“That I know well, my lord, I will take whoever wishes to follow me and ensure the city cannot fall into enemy hands. Our last report said Seasmoke was seen south of Massey lands, by now he must be in Tumbleton fighting Prince Daeron. We need to kill whoever is blocking our way into the Crownlands and reestablish communication with King’s Landing.

For all we know we are the last of the King’s Men.” Aemond stoked their fear, if defeat felt closer than it already was, it would have him home by tomorrow.

And it works. The men weigh the benefits and cost of such a strategy and before evening, Aemond is making sure Vhagar is ready to fly at dawn.

“I will lead the men south, if what you dreamed was true, the king has need of me.” Cole says leaving no room for negotiation.

Aemond only nodded as he double checked on the chains. They needed replacing, but he can get that done once he is at home.

All that matters is that he leaves before it is too late.

Half the men desert during the night, their outriders and scouts leave and say the way is clear, that all their enemies are dead.

It feels like a victory even if all the signs say differently.

“I will cover for you if you cover for me,” those are the last words Aemond exchanged with Criston before both marched out of Harrenhal hoping to go home.

One of them will never go home. He can feel in his bones.

“The king has been poisoned.” Alys had gone still as if she had witnessed the act herself.

It is not difficult to pretend to be shocked and worried. Mainly because she is shocked and worried.

As much as she desires to have her crown, she doesn’t want Aegon to fucking die.

Well, not anymore.

“Fate has opened the door for us, now we run through it.” Her grandfather advised as she sneaks into his chambers with the help of Teora. “The One-Eye and the Kingmaker cannot be reached, and their men have been said to be deserting them as they sit in cursed halls of Harrenhal. You have the king’s heir in your belly, fight for your child’s right to rule before they find a way to steal that away too.”

Aemma is dressed in black and green, to show unity between their houses, and despite the twinging in her back, she walks into the King’s Chambers through the adjoining door.

“You had time to dress, I see.” Her lovely goodmother comments having come from her son’s bedside in the same clothes she has worn these past three days.

She has not slept, eats little and refuses to let Aemma near him.

The worried loving mother, a part Alicent plays so well ever since she got a whiff of

Nothing can be given for the arsenic; it must be purged from the body with draughts, and they must pray the gods don’t kill Aegon until it is completely gone.

“I do not think the king would want for his small council to see his lady wife in her dressing gown.” Aemma retorted.

She had been shooed out of the room due to her condition and the fear that if anyone who breathed too hard near her would trigger the baby coming before its time.

Maester Gerardys had been brought here and released from his chains just to ensure a capable maester was always at hand.

Alicent had spun the story to make it look like she was purposely avoiding her husband’s bedside and Aemma was celebrating his incoming death.

So what if Baela cracked open a bottle of Arbor Red yesterday when Orwyle gave them the news, it was just one fucking drink!

“If all are assembled, we must begin with a matter of great importance: the king’s succession.” Tyland Lannister cleared his throat to remind all why they were called here.

It was a matter to decide if they will recall Aemond and have him act as regent given Aegon is incapacitated and Aemma’s will give birth in any moment.

She’s gotten pains that go away on their own these recent days, much like ones happening now. Gerardys said they were from the stress, but wouldn’t rule out Aenys making an appearance soon.

Aemma just needs the babe to hold on until Aemond came home. She needs him, needs him to fight for her because all these people will gladly tear her apart for her son and claim she would chose her babe over herself.

She wouldn’t, this Aemma refuses to let herself be butchered for a babe that may not even live.

“There is no question, I carry his heir in me and soon enough he will be born.” Aemma said. “Until Prince Aemond is recalled, I will be the king’s regent.”

“The babe will come any moment, I will not have you jeopardize the health of the king’s son for your ambition, Aemma.” Alicent scoffed, and the men joined her.

And perhaps they were right, the queen bites her tongue to keep herself from groaning in pain.

The pain had come sooner than before and sharper too.

“Your grace, you are by rights the clear candidate, but as the queen mother said, you are in no state to rule.” Lannister knew as current Hand of the King he was the one in charge.

He was also not Alicent’s man, as he has led her to believe.

“I will take care of all state matters until the king is recovered, the queen mother shouldn’t be forced to leave her son’s bedside either. The court will be seen to by Princess Helaena and if she cannot, my niece is perfectly capable of doing so.” Tyland is part of the cause because his status hinged on his goodsister dying with her son and marrying his niece.

This self-serving man was just like the rest of them. Only loyal until the time to bite the hand of his mistress comes.

What does a blood oath mean to oath breakers anyways?

Aemma had been defeated, but so had Alicent.

A small consolation, she thinks as she tries to breathe through the pain.

“Fetch the maester and the midwife, Prince Aenys seems to have decided now is the time---” Aemma grit her teeth unable to contain it anymore.

[atopvisenyashill]

what are your asoiaf/hotd ships?

i am a multi shipper and my criteria for a ship is “i think it would be interesting” so that doesn’t mean i inherently want it to happen in canon, it just means they have a dynamic with some romantic tones in it that appeals to me - sometimes in a “they would be sweet” way and sometimes in a “oh they would make each other much much worse excellent” way. also - there’s just so many goddamn characters in asoiaf, very good chance i’m missing a ship i like. so anyways i italicized the ones i really enjoy let’s go -

house of the dragon

Rhaenyra/Harwin

Viserys/Daemon

Jace/Addam

Rhaenyra/Daemon

Rhaenyra/Laena

Essie/Sylvie

Rhaenyra/Aegon II

Gaemon/Aegon III

Baela/Cregan

Jace/Cregan

Laenor/Joffrey

Aegon/Helaena/Aemond (sometimes daeron is there but idc about him he’s boring lol. all the war crimes none of the mommy issues of his older siblings).

Alicent/Rhaenyra

Sabitha Frey/Black Aly

Rhaenys/Corlys

Daemon/Laena

Laenor/Daemon

Aemond/Alys

Rhaena/Jace (mostly bc of a fic i read tbh haha)

Jace/Nettles

also fuck alyn oakenfist all my homies hate alyn oakenfist

asoiaf (main series ships)

Sansa/Brienne

Sansa/Theon

Theon/Robb

Brienne/Jaime

Ned/Cat

Jon/Sansa

Cat/Brienne

Cat/Jaime

Cersei/Cat

Jon/Sam

Arya/Gendry

Thoros/Beric

Davos/Stannis (with Salladhor being super jealous in the background)

Davos/Stannis/Melisandre but like that caleb gallo meme “we’re in a gay centric semi non sexual throuple” no one knows what meli gets out of it but if you imply she’s not an important part of the throuple they start throwing shit at you

Robb/Jeyne Westerling

Oberyn/Willas

Jon/Young Griff

Joanna Lannister/Loreza Martell

Rhaella/Elia

Oberyn/Ellaria

Elia/Rhaegar

Renly/Loras

Ned/Cersei

Sansa/Jeyne Poole

Jon/Sam/Gilly

Sansa/Margaery

Jon/Ygritte

Sam/Gilly

Cat/Jason Mallister

Roslin/Edmure

Dany/Rakharo

Arya/Edric Dayne

Jon/Satin

Ashara/Elia

Arianne/Aegon VI

Jon/Arianne

Grey Worm/Jeyne Poole

Willas/Ellaria

i would say probably my favorites are nedcat, braime, throbb, and thoros/beric, i find their dynamics so romantic and tragic, like when i think about them i feel physical pain and that is what i need in a ship.

i did also really enjoy grey worm & missandei in the show even tho the ending was bullshit. and dany/jorah is marginally less creepy mostly bc of the actors chemistry lol so i am known to get slightly emo over show only jorah/dany but that’s bc their dynamic is also wildly different in the show, and also it’s ust that they gave me iain glen and harry lloyd in that amazing “yet here you stand” scene and i’ve been chasing that high ever since aksjsj

asoiaf (historical ships)

Nymeria/Mors

Elaena/Michael Manwoody (ONCE AGAIN ALYN OAKENFIST IS MY ULTIMATE OPP)

Duncan the Small/Jenny of Oldstones

Myriah/Daeron

Maron/Daenerys

Naerys/Melissa

Rhaena/Elissa Farman

Rhaena/Maegor

Rhaena/Elinor Costayne

Daeron/Jeremy Norridge

Elaena/Daena

Baelor/Maekar

Maekar/Dyanna Dayne

Aegon V/Betha

there’s some eras i haven’t really dug into yet that i want to, so i’m sure i’ll get interested in other characters too, and my reread will likely throw some other shit in my brain as well. but this is what i could think of for right now.