#pleasurehouse

[aemondapologistfrfr]

The Usual

aegon x sister!reader x aemond // 

male!pleasurehouse!worker x reader (beginning only)

Summary: Y/n seeks solace in the form of pleasure and goes to the only place where she can receive it anonymously. She had never expected to find herself in this current situation. 

Warnings: 18+ pleasure house, drinking, oral (f + m receiving), swearing, fingering, loss of virginity, aegon corrupting his siblings, p in v

Authors Note: no plot :), male pleasure house worker is not described in any sort of detail

Word Count: 2.9k

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I don’t often act on such primal instincts but tensions have been so high around the Red Keep lately I’m looking for an escape. I pull a cloak tightly around my body and slip into the tunnels. I click the door shut behind me and listen for others. All I hear are the faint squeak of rats and I’m soon dashing down the hallway. 

The rest of the halls are clear and I’m quickly down the steps making my way to the side exit. Once the crisp night air kisses my skin I breathe out in relief. I keep my head down and enter the crowded streets. My surroundings become more depraved and raw the deeper into the city I go. 

No one looks twice at me as I slip the through streets trying to find my destination. My heart starts to pound in anticipation for what’s to soon come. My face is flushed and not from the walk when I finally stop in front of a large wooden door. I knock and am let in on the second rise of my fist. The door thuds behind us as I take in familiar surroundings. Moans of pleasure and laughter fill the dim space as the woman takes me deeper into the establishment. 

“Princess Y/n, it’s been awhile.” the woman bows her head. “The usual?” she tilts her head with a soft smile and I nod my head.

She escorts me behind a curtain and leaves me. I discard my cloak and sit down on the bed rolling my shoulders. A male walks in with wine and two glasses. He fills them generously and offers one to me. I take a sip while looking him over and admiring his features. 

“It would be my honor to help you relax, my Princess.” he licks his lips. 

“Mm, would it?” I smile looking at him with low lashes. 

“Very much,” he nods his head. 

I finish the cup and set it on the table next to me and look at him expectantly. He sets his cup down and stalks over to me on the bed. His hands cup my cheeks as he towers over me. He dips down to bring his lips to mine and I turn my head chuckling. 

“No kissing,” I shake my head. 

“Can I kiss you other places?” his breath fans across my neck. 

“Of course, how else would you help me relax?” I gasp as his tongue darts across my neck. 

“And your other rules then?” I can hear the smile in his voice. 

“We’re not having sex.” I murmur trying to assess his reaction and it seems as if he’s not bothered by it. 

“Can I take your dress off?” he asks as his hands move to the strings at my back. 

“Yes,” I nod my head. 

He removes my dress quickly and lays me back on the bed. His hands slowly move up to my breasts softly kneading them. I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes as his fingers dig into my tender flesh. I moan as he teases my nipples before his tongue licks across them. He kisses down my navel and I gasp as his tongue circles my clit. 

“Would you like me to kiss you here, Princess?” I look down at him with red cheeks and nod my head. 

“Please yes,” I breathlessly sigh as his tongue lashes against me. 

My hand grabs onto his hair as I grind against his face. My chest heaves as I chase his tongue waiting for my pleasure to take over. Whimpers fall from my mouth as my thighs quake around his head. I close my eyes as- 

“Let’s find you someone else.” my eyes shoot open. I know that voice. “Y/n?” Aegons voice suddenly lost all sense of humor. 

I feel my cheeks heat and I have to bite my lip to stop whimpering as the man never stops no matter how hard I pull his hair. Aegon looks at me with wide eyes as I buck against this man’s mouth. Aemond stands nude next to him and my eyes trail over every inch. A whine breaks through my lips and Aegon pulls the man off of me. 

“Hey what the f- my King,” the man bows and runs out of the room shutting the curtain behind him leaving us three. 

“What are you doing here?” Aegon tilts his head with a smirk on his face. 

“Obviously I didn’t come here for tea,” I huff closing my legs. “And what are you two doing?” I sit up looking to them curiously as a smirk forms on my lips. 

“Aemond here was-“ 

“Enough, Aegon.” Aemond says through his teeth as Aegon bursts into giggles. 

“It seems as if Aegon has interrupted both of our pleasures,” I roll my eyes as Aemonds cheeks flush. 

“I liked interrupting yours more.” he sprawls on the bed next to me. “Tell me sister, do you let them fuck this perfect cunt?” he smiles as his hand grabs my thigh spreading my legs open once more. 

“No.” I shake my head as I spread my legs wider. 

“You just make these poor men come in here and eat you then have them leave? You torturous woman.” he chuckles lowly as his fingers slide through my wetness. 

“Aegon,” I gasp as he circles my clit. 

“What about me and Aemond? Can we fuck you?” his voice rough as his fingers slide down to my core. 

“Yes.” I nod my head as he dips a long finger into me. 

“Alright Aemond come here,” Aegon jerks his head in his direction. “I’m gunna show you how-“

“I know how to please a woman,” Aemond says angrily. 

“Mm, do you?” I try to control my breathing as Aegon continues to pump his finger into me. “Make Y/n come then,” Aegon taunts him. 

Aemond stalks over to the bed and pulls me to the edge. I gasp as Aegons fingers slip out of me and soon Aemond is lowering his mouth towards me. His tongue brushes against my sensitive bud and I cry out. My hips jerk off the bed as he holds my thighs open against the bed. 

Aegon brushes my hair out of my face as he watches Aemond lick me. My fingers thread into his soft hair as I whimper above him. His tongue dips down and circles my core and I buck against his nose. A shiver cuts through my chest as he slips his tongue into me. 

“Aemond,” I whine as I fall apart against his face. He pulls back and looks down at me with a blown pupil.

“I’m impressed,” Aegon hums before he pulls me back up the bed. “I wish to try now as well.” he smiles before moving down the bed. 

He wastes no time attaching his mouth to me. His tongue is quick and frantic and has me gasping quickly. My legs twitch around him and he chuckles into me. He laps up my wetness while always returning to swirl around my clit. As his lips encase me he dips his finger back into me. My breath catches as he begins to move it in rhythm with his tongue. 

“Aegon, yes,” I cry as I burst around his finger as he continues to pump into me. He slowly sits up and I open my eyes and look up to them as my chest continues to rise and fall. 

“Why did you not come to one of us?” Aemond asks brushing my hair back. 

“Indeed,” Aegon agrees as he begins to remove his clothes finally. 

“I don’t come here all that often, normally I’m fine on my own.” I bite my lip as I take in Aegon as he crawls back on the bed. 

“Don’t tell me you touch yourself in bed down the hall from me,” he groans as his length bounces against his stomach. 

“It’s not like I can do as I please like you and come here.” I pout looking to him. 

“Oh no, I don’t spend my nights here,” he smiles widely. “I prefer much more depravity than this, but we can save that for another night.” he chuckles as I squirm. 

“Have you fucked anyone besides that woman?” Aegon tries to control his laughter as he looks to Aemond. He rises in anger and I reach out for his hand to pull him back down to us so he doesn’t leave. 

“Aegon must you always tease him?” I narrow my eyes at him. 

“I just wanted to let him fuck you first. So he can feel how good it can truly feel as you come around him.” Aegon smiles as he watches us both blush at his words. 

“Is that what you want?” Aemond looks to me as his hand slides up my thighs.

“Please, Aemond.” I nod looking up to him. 

He dips down and captures my lips. His mouth is soft against mine as he coaxes my mouth open and slips his tongue inside. I whine into his mouth as he grinds against me. His length slides through my wetness as I buck against him. Aemond kisses down my neck as I softly gasp as he humps into me.

“Are you ready?” he asks lining himself up with my entrance.

“Yes,” he begins to fill me slowly as I mewl. 

“Gods,” Aemond breathes out deeply as his fingers dig into my hips. 

“Bet she feels divine.” Aegon hums watching us. 

“So good,” Aemond pants as his holds his hips still. I slowly begin to relax around him and move my hips slightly. Aemond groans rolling his hips pulling a whimper from me. He starts to pump in and out of me as I look up at him with pleasure filled eyes. 

“Please, Aem,” I whine trying to buck my hips faster. 

His hips snap into mine stealing my breath. Moans pour from my mouth as his hips start to push into me faster. I cry out as Aegon chuckles. I let my head lull to the side and see Aegon stroking himself watching us. Aemond grabs my chin and turns me back to him. 

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” he grunts pounding into me. 

I can barely keep my eyes open at his brutal pace. I clench around him as I feel my pleasure coiling. He crashes his lips to mine as his hips continue to roll into me after every snap. I cry out as my orgasm washes through me and I feel his hips stutter as he begins to fill me. 

Aemond pulls out and collapse next to me on the bed. Aegon trails his hands between my thighs as I squeeze them shut. His finger ghosts across my sensitive clit and a whimper instantly falls from my mouth. Aegon continues his movements as my legs hold his hand hostage. 

“Gunna come again?” he licks across my neck and I can feel his smile. 

“Yes,” I whine as my nails dig into his arm. 

Aemond attaches to one of nipples as Aegon continues with his fingers. I pant as they shower me with pleasure as my body begins to hum. My high washes through me as both of their names fall between pants. 

“Want you to milk my cock like you did for Aemond.” Aegon murmurs into my neck. 

Aegon settles between my legs as Aemond moves to my other nipple. Aegon slowly pushes into me causing me to arch up into Aemonds mouth. He fills me a bit more and my eyes roll into the back of my head. He snaps his hips into me causing me to scoot up the bed. Aemond looks to Aegon annoyed and sits back. 

“I want to her all to myself once.” he shrugs before he starts to roughly pound into me. 

I’m thankful we’re in a pleasure house because there’s no where else my moans belong. He grabs one of my legs and pulls it up and I reel at the new angle. Tears prick at my eyes as I start to pulse around him. 

“That was quick,” he rasps as he starts a slower pace to keep his composure. 

My body is humming with pleasure as he continues to rock into me. His pelvis brushes against my clit with every thrust pulling a soft gasp from my lips. Suddenly he’s slamming into me again and I cry out. He pulls my other leg up and pushes them against my chest. The new depth has my head spinning as my orgasm bursts through me. His hips slam into mine as he fills me. 

“Fucking perfect,” he falls to the bed next to me breathing heavily. 

I look to the ceiling as I try to calm my breathing. My legs are still shaking as pleasure still courses through me. I feel their release between my thighs as I squeeze them shut. Aemond turns my face towards him and pulls me into a bruising kiss. 

“You’re not to take another, only us.” I nod my head at his words against my lips. 

“Why must you insist on using that ancient language?” Aegon groans from beside us. 

“I told her not to take another.” his words annoyed before he takes my lips for his own again and I feel his hardened length press against my thigh. 

“Aemond you dog, already trying to fuck her again?” Aegon laughs next to us smiling widely. 

“Aegon,” I warn turning my head to him. 

“My name on your lips while his cock brushes against you is absolutely sinful.” his tongue darts across his lips as he looks me over. 

Aegons hand grabs my face as he pushes his lips into mine. He bites down on my lip before shoving his tongue in my mouth as I gasp. As Aegon lifts up for air Aemond pulls me to him as pushes his tongue against mine. I sigh into his kiss as his tongue caresses mine. My body jolts as both of their hands start to spread my legs. 

Aegons fingers swirl around my sensitive bud while Aemond pushes two long fingers into me. He curls his fingers and I arch off the bed as they offer me pleasure. They take turns passing my lips back to one another and soon I’m bursting across their hands. 

“Such a good girl for us.” Aegon coos as my legs shake. 

My chest heaves as they brush their fingertips all over my body. I squeak as Aemond flips me on to my stomach. He lifts my hips as I feel the bed dip behind me. He grabs my hips as he moves his tip around my dripping core. I push back against him and he slips inside and I bury my head into the bed. I turn my head as I sob at each thrust. 

Aemond pulls me up against his chest and my head falls back to his shoulder. I hear Aegon moaning below us and I open an eye to see him bucking into his hand. Aemond roughly squeezes one of my breasts as he plows up into me. Aegon moves to sit in front of us before he nods at Aemond behind me. He lets go of my breast and lowers me back down to Aegons lap. 

My head rests against his thigh as I watch him fist his length. I reach my hand out to replace his and he lets out a low groans as I wrap my hand around him. I let out a whine as Aemond snaps into me particularly hard. I bring his leaking tip to my mouth and give it an experimental lick. 

“Fuck, Y/n” Aegons hips jerk into my mouth. 

I moan around him as he slides between my lips. Aemond continues to push into me with his fingers digging into my flesh. My movements on Aegon are sloppy but he doesn’t seem to mind as whimpers falls from his mouth. I steady myself on his thighs as I try to offer more pleasure as mine begins to course through me. I come around Aemond but that doesn’t stop him from continuing to chase his. 

I moan around Aegon as I feel my pleasure overwhelming me. I feel him twitch as he starts to fill my throat. I pull back licking my lips looking at his blissed out face. Aemonds hips begin to falter as he brings a hand around my front to circle against my bud. I go taught against him as my vision blurs and I collapse to the bed. 

“You did so good.” Aemonds voice is low as he pets my hair. 

“So perfect and just for us.” Aegon smiles trailing his hand up my side. 

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Part 2

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[feyhunter78]

Among The Sun

Description: The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. Emperor Miguel and his armies have scoured the land, and now they have set their sights on your kingdom. Will you fall to the Demonborn's blade, or will a strange connection between you and Miguel turn the tides of fate? Ch 2

The castle is abuzz with gossip and fear, words passed along in secret, gates closed, doors bolted. You press your back to the wall, the heavy curtain hiding you from the servants passing by. No one will tell you anything, simply bid you to dress and make yourself presentable as if there was to be a banquet, or a ball, not a potential siege.

“I’ve heard he’s coming from the West, that he set fire to the River Atraites, that his men—his armies of demons marched upon the flames.” One says, her voice hushed and filled with fear.

“No, he is coming from the East, the mountains bowed to him and allowed him passage through.” Another whispers, stronger but still afraid.

The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. He would be arriving soon if the rumors were to be believed, and you are no fool, you believe them.

You don’t know much about the Conqueror, your only information comes from rumors or war reports, neither of which are helpful. The rumors come from pleasurehouses, fanciful tales of the emperor storming in, scouring the establishment and searching for a woman with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. If one cannot be found, he is said to destroy the place, leaving terrifying claw marks and scorched bodies in his wake. If one can be found, the rumors say her cries of pleasure can be heard throughout the town and that she emerges from the encounter with only faint pleasant memories.

The war reports tell a different tale. They speak of him as merciless, tearing through men as if they are parchment, his armies moving as a perfect unit, no breaks, no faults, only skilled, relentless ruin. He is said to have claws and fangs, some say he has horns like a ram, and his eyes glow crimson. He is a terrifying sight to behold, half monster, half man, an abomination that has set half the continent ablaze.

You wait until their footsteps pass then slip from behind the curtain, hurrying down the hall to the throne room where your father, mother, and three brothers are set to gather. Instead, you stumble upon a horrid scene. Your father and brothers lie on the marble floor, bloodied and unmoving, your mother is draped over your eldest brother’s body, wailing wretchedly.

“Traitors to the crown, they have done this.” She shrieks, clinging to his body.

You’re frozen, staring at the carnage before you. True, you had no real fondness for your eldest brother, the gap between your ages was too far to bridge, but the others at least made an effort.

“What—what are we to do? Mother, you are queen, the Conqueror will be here, he will offer you what he offers every other window, you must be prepared.” You tell her, rushing to her side and attempting to pull her from your brother’s body.

She refuses to budge, shrugging you off. “I will not, he will not come here, we have nothing to offer.”

Your kingdom is not small, in fact it’s quite large, a port town, but your mother is right, it holds nothing that the Conqueror doesn’t already have. He has already captured the agricultural kingdoms, the larger trade kingdoms, and those who boast their stores of wealth and gems. His own lands that far-flung empire that declared him ruler after a bloody and horrid event, is rich in resources, the soil, and cities still boasting the remnants of Arcana. It is a wealthy and powerful force, wielded like an obsidian sword by the Conqueror.

“You do not know that, please, either we stay, and you take up your crown, or we flee to the ships.” You’re tugging on her arm, already formulating an escape route. But would you make it in time?

Your mother says nothing, only continues to weep and holds out her hand for her fallen crown. She has made her choice; she will doom you both to die here.

Your kingdom has fallen, the gates forced open, the crowns of your father and brothers thrown to the ground, their bodies lying beside them. There is no time to clean the throne room, you’ve received the reports, the Conqueror is mere minutes away.

The emperor is cruel, monstrous, a vile, wicked man who care only for conquest. You have heard the rumors, the whispers as his armies march across the lands, leaving death and destruction in their wake. And now he would be coming here, to give your mother the very same choice he gave to each former queen. Bend the knee, pay tribute, or watch your kingdom burn. Dozens of kingdoms have refused and burned, but your mother is not a warrior, she weeps over your father and brothers, laments their loss as your kingdom crumbles around you.

When the Conqueror comes, you fear the choice she will make, fear the rumors of the horrors that await those kingdoms gifted to the murderous emperor. You do not wish for your land to become a territory of the ravager, a sacrifice to the blood-soaked demon, Miguel the Conqueror, the Relentless, the Merciless, but you fear your mother will have no choice.

Miguel is bored, his fingers tangled in the hair of another whore as she moans, her face shoved into the pillows as she helplessly tries to fuck back on him. He has her bent over the bed, thrusting mindlessly as he starts out the window at this kingdom’s castle.

She is skilled, he will not deny it, but Miguel doesn’t simply desire skill, he desires the woman from his memories and dreams.

He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes trying to picture you, his soulmate, his horizon, with your soft skin and stunning smile, the lilt of your voice, your tantalizing smell. He groans as the image forms, crystalline fractured fantasies, flashes of you, snatches of memories.

“Fuck, mi vida, you feel so good, wonderful, you are wonderful, my empress.” He sighs, his free hand settling on your—the whore’s hip, steadying himself before he pounds into her, picturing how pretty you’d look, grasping at the silken sheets he’s procured for you, whining as he smooths a hand down your spine.

You’d be so sweet for him, clinging to him as he fucks you, your pretty eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted so perfectly. He misses when he would see you in his dreams, when he would hold you for a moment before you disappeared like sand slipping through his fingers. Now all he sees when he sleeps is darkness, exhaustion hitting him like a horse.

“Please, Your Majesty, harder.” She begs, lifting her head from the mattress.

Her voice rips him from his fantasy, and he pulls out, tucking himself back into his breeches. “I asked you not to speak.”

She looks back at him, and he regrets not compelling her. She looks so much like you, the closest he’s found, but he shouldn’t have taken the chance.

He grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You will remember none of this, only that you did your job and was paid handsomely for it.”

She nods, her shoulders drooping, eyes glazing over as his spell takes hold.

Miguel sighs and arranges her comfortably on the bed before leaving more than enough gold for her rudimentary services.

As he trudges down the stairs of the brothel, he’s met by his advisor, Lyla. She’s still in full armor except for those oddly shaped glasses that cover her eyes.

“It’s time.” She says, nodding towards the door.

Another kingdom to burn or capture, another fruitless search. Have the gods not dammed him enough? Have they not stricken him with this unholy visage, with these demonic powers, with a life of misery and death? You, you are the one he searches for, in your arms he will finally find rest, and if not, he will ensure it is so. There will be no kingdom for you to run to, no lands untouched by him, no bounty great enough to pull you from him, no powers beyond the divine will separate you, and even then, he has always desired to fight the gods.

He will offer this kingdom’s queen the choice he offers all others, waiting as they cower in fear, his eyes searching their court for you. But you are never there, and his anger only grows.

Perhaps this time will be different? Gabi would be fond of this land, would enjoy the flowers and streams. He prays that is a good sign.

TL: @not-aya, @belos-simp69, @deputy-videogamer, @sxnasbitch, @maxi-ride, @minimari415, @syndrlla97, @gejo333, @lady-necromancer

[thewidowsledger]

also alicent!natasha and rhaenyra!reader, you wanted more? Well let me indulge you, she may have married your father but Natasha honestly doesn't care -- she'll still find a way to get you pissed off and try to let you lay hands on her so she can take things her own way. She may seem sweet towards those who don't know her like you do. With her being queen as your father is king she likes to put restrictions on you, which you never listen to. I actually headcanon reader to have Meleys as a dragon rather than Syrax, but that's probably just bias because I'm fucking obsessed with Meleys because I love her design and sounds. You have pretty strong bond with your dragon and Meleys has the tendency to get quite a temper when you're gone too long so your father deemed it okay for you to be out so long, being a hooligan around westeros. Getting into streets where you're not supposed to and then finding pleasurehouses which you knew Natasha didn't want you to go to. It wasn't until your father died and others had cried out for Natasha to be queen instead of you, and with Natasha's father being the shithead he crowned Natasha queen rather than you. So you're stuck, she forbids you of leaving off to dragonstone to go live off with your cousin Wanda, and with do to that she has her excuses of 'disciplining you'. You ever mess up, she demands for you to to be in the throne room with her alone. You know the throne corrupted her mind, and you hated that throne, especially when she made you eat her out while she sat on that throne of swords molted together. You stutter out how much you hate her but in reality you just love the fact that she can be just such a control freak, so maybe thats why you don't go full on out and rush of with Meleys. You have the dragon, she does not. She likes to cockily play with you, everytime you're at the dinner table you seat next to her so of course she skims her hands under your dress and plays with your clit. And its always after she drags you to her room she whispers into your ear, "You know how hard it was to not push you over the table and make you my dinner, hmmm? I bet your personal guard would've loved that," Because she knows you've been foolish and messed around with your personal guard to get on her edges and she still doesn't mind, because she can easily fuck the brat out of you. I yapped too much again. 🐅

Gosh, I LOVE this cub! Also, I imagine Natasha going through restricting you not to bond with Meleys which made you hate her more. You bursting in the throne room and throwing a fit in front of her, crying in anguish that what she is doing is unjust and not fair.

"This is not fair!" you wail, your voice echoing in the vast chamber. "I've had enough of you, you took everything from me! Meleys needs me!"

"Meleys is a dragon, not a lapdog. She does not need your constant attention, but I know someone who does princess..." She replied smirkly, beckoning you to sit on her lap (your throne).

[gaysjureido]

#14 for both Ronjas and Leo!

14. Would they agree with the term 'guilty pleasure'? Do they have any? @gaymarasov

Ronja Sov

Yes and no. She was not really raised with the idea of "guilty pleasures" because her dad and her grandparents don't believe in them, and her mom was (sort of, but not really well) trying to undo the damage her own mother did to her psyche and not instill that into Ronja.

However. She loves to watch the Crucible when she can get the signal in the Reef, and most other Reefborn think its a bloodsport and low-brow compared to the sports they enjoy in the Reef. She got into it as a teenager while spending time at the Tower, and it was one of the only things she could watch that didn't require extensive background cultural knowledge of the Last City to understand (think dramas, comedies, etc). The Crucible was just Guardians fighting. Easy enough to understand and fun to watch when you're a deeply depressed 16-year-old.

She doesn't tell anyone about it though because she knows other Reefborn would think she was a weirdo for it.

Ronja Kinholm

Many things LOL. She does know the concept of guilty pleasures because she's a noble woman, and despite her mother's best efforts, they were instilled in her from the surrounding human culture she grew up in.

They mostly surround her love of sweet things, like candies and pastries. When she still lived in the Kingdom of Gaegia--her homeland--she'd often dress as a commoner to go into town to get her own things to stow away once she was no longer a kid stealing into the kitchens when it was still seen as cute.

She also does quite enjoy raunchy books and stories, and having spent time in the Mage Guild with their vast and extensive libraries, she had ample access to them... she just made sure to tuck them into something more "appropriate" for her to read.

Leonia

She doesn't really understand the meaning LMAO. Growing up a hunter, you got your pleasures where you could, when you could. You have the extra coin for something sweet? Go for it. Have some money to hit up the local pleasurehouse? Hell yeah, man (Leo never did this. Her father didn't let any of his kids do this). Can get a pair of boots that will last longer than a season? Fuck yes, do it!!!

The only "guilty pleasure" she might have found herself with is gossip and only among the noble crowd she found herself with after she was turned and got to have her own little Bridgerton Summer. She was always perceived as a man during these events, so gossip was supposed to be above a Man Like Him (no, this definitely didn't unlock anything in her psyche. Don't worry about it) so when she was always with a bunch of girls soaking up the Hot Goss, she did wonder if the men around her thought she was weird.

Though it was less about a guilty pleasure and more about her worried that someone would figure out she wasn't actually a man and blow the whole thing up.

[lunaconstantinerp]

Moontea(1)

Luna sat on the edge of Aegon's bed, her eyes locked on a few withering roses by his nightstand. When had her own red flower last blossomed? It had been a while, hadn't it? Drawing in her bottom lip, she chewed it carefully. What if... what if his seed had taken? The thought filled her with a terrible mixture of dread of excitement. The romantic in her immediately wanted to play family. Her mind toying with the idea of watching him play with their child and teaching it all the important things in life, but that was merely fantasy. Aegon barely played with his legitimate children as it was. Why would he care for bastards? At best it would be just another child of the pleasurehouse... but would that be the worst thing? Luna had a decent life there. Her mother wouldn't be proud of her, but bastard of a royal was still something.

"You're quiet."

Luna flinched, her breath hitching and catching in her throat. She hadn't heard Aegon come in. He probably hadn't been quiet about it either, but her mind had been far away. Now her head whipped around to look at his figure. There was a light smirk at the corner at the corner of his lip and one of his brows lifted curiously at her. "Didn't mean to frighten you." He chuckled as he walked over to bed-side table where he sat down the pitcher.

"My apologies, your grace. My mind was somewhere else." "Clearly."

She felt the bed shift beneath his weight as he sat down beside her. His fingers found her hair easily and tucked it away from her shoulder. It tickled as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over her skin. Already her mind was drifting into the sweet illusion of safety that came with Aegon's presence. Even though he could be cruel and neglectful, Aegon had this ability to make her forget it all. He barely had to do anything for it either.

"Should we discuss it?"

"Mh what?" She murmured, turning her head to meet his lips in a careful kiss. They tasted of sweet wine. "What's on your mind." His tone was soft and he barely parted from her to say it, his fingers were already moving down her arms and urging her to draw him closer. She read those small signs well by now. It was easy when he was the only man she paid that kind of attention to. She wanted to give in. Dismiss the subject. She should have done that. Perhaps things would have ended differently, if she had.

"I've not bled it a while."

She felt his breath against her as he gave a deep sigh. "Aegon." His touch slipped away and he stood from the bed, leaving Luna to reach out for him, unsure if she should stay or leave. Unsure if he was angry or just displeased. "Ageon...?"

He did not look to her at all as he crossed the floor and opened the door. His didn't leave, however. Instead he just poked his head out to speak with guard stationed there.

"Go to the maesters and fetch me a tea for my lady friend."

[bruiisedpetals-a]

              𝔰𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔞   𝔞𝔫𝔡   𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔞

      in VOLANTIS there is a famed and luxurious pleasurehouse... the proprietress of which is the royal-born westerosi beauty saera targaryen , fair and striking — as vibrant and entrancing as the hour of sunset , magnificent as a lightning striking upon land.   at her side always , is an imperceptible mirror in the yi tish tiathia ; dark-eyed & raven-haired , with all the calmness and unspoken intimidation of a bottled storm , emanating the quiet danger of the snakes she calls her children.

              “𝔚𝔢  𝔞𝔯𝔢  𝔫𝔬𝔱  𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫,  𝔴𝔢  𝔞𝔯𝔢  𝔊𝔬𝔡𝔰.”

             edit of @salaciouslady & @bruiisedpetals

[grandlovescheme]

Do u know the Daemyra fanfic she is kidnapped into a pleasurehouse and put up for auction and of course it's Daemon who comes to save her but he has to pretend to buy and seduce her? I can't find it and I thought you might :)

Yess nonnie! I read this! Took me a while to find it, I couldn't remember the name immediately, but it should be Lysene Silks, right?? 😌 Enjoy, all of you guys! ❤️

[alice-eleanor]

i close my eyes and all i see is sunrise

[dwellordream]

*raises her hand* Do you have any particular idea on how the children of Jaehaerys and Alysanne could have turned out if they had all been born genderbent? Assuming they have some of the same flaws and/or personalities they show in F&B? For example, would things be 'easier' for 'simples' male Daella and Gael, or would a male Saera's behavior be less condamned? Would a male Maegelle still be sent to join the Faith, or another daugher instead? And what other issues could arise in the succession?

Only doing the kids who survived to adulthood:

Aemma Targaryen, eldest surviving daughter pf Jaehaerys and Alysanne, is probably extremely close with her younger sister Baela. Probably marries Boremund Baratheon, only three years her elder, son of Rogar and Alyssa, and rules as Lady Baratheon alongside him. Aemma is a serious and curious child who loves to read and has a very modest and obedient personality.

Though initially nervous around dragons eventually claims the dragon Caraxes which raises the potential problem of her Baratheon children eventually trying to claim their own dragons, which House Targaryen might be a bit leery of depending on the political situation.

Her and Boremund probably have a happy marriage and have one child together, Rhaenys, who will be the first lady of Storm’s End in her own right since Argella Durrandon. Killed at age 37 by Myrish pirates while helping oust them from Tarth on dragonback, to her husband’s anguish.

Baela Targaryen, secondborn surviving daughter, is very close with her elder sister Aemma despite their very different personalities and is probably known for being a bit of a wild tomboy with an interest in swordplay and jousts.

Maybe participates secretly as the mystery knight the Silver Fool at a tourney at Old Oak, before being unmasked. Claims Vhagar, last ridden by her great aunt Visenya. Marries her younger brother Aelyx and are known for their passionate relationship and two sons, Viserys and Daemon. Dies at age 44 of appendicitis after a hunting trip in the Kingswood.

Aelyx Targaryen, eldest surviving son and heir to the Iron Throne, though his mother Alysanne initially argues strenuously that Aemma is the rightful heir as the eldest child. Not regarded as particularly handsome unlike his elder sisters with his big ears and crooked nose, but seen as dashing and charming in personality all the same, known for his quick witted remarks and rebellious spirit.

Often clashes with his father Jaehaerys as he is far from the dutiful heir and often is found sneaking out into King’s Landing to mingle with the common people. Claims the dragon Meleys, who he jokes is his only mistress, the Red Queen, as opposed to his Silver Queen, Baela. With Baela he has two sons, with Viserys being regarded as the obvious heir to the throne should Aelyx die before his father Jaehaerys.

Maegel Targaryen, second son, is known for his gentle nature as opposed to his brash elder brother, as well as his intelligence. Could have become an archmaester but is devoutly religious and insists on becoming a septon instead, though his parents would have preferred he married and sired children. Never had much interest in combat though he was taught to defend himself. Refused to carry arms as a septon besides a wooden staff.

Known for his powers of healing and his compassion for all people, as well as his refusal to be addressed as Prince after taking vows. Very close with both his parents and helps reconcile them twice after vicious estrangements. Very close to his younger brother Daelon growing up. Dies at age 34 after nursing children with greyscale.

Vaella Targaryen, seventhborn child, is promised to the Faith at a young age, which suits her just fine as she has no interest in men or marriage. Regarded as less attractive than her older siblings and known for having a particularly sour personality, who spent nearly all her free time in the library. Despised dancing, dressing well, embroidery, and most of the other more ladylike arts.

Often remarked she would have become an archmaester if she were permitted. Eventually became head of a large motherhouse in Oldtown and was known for her passion for mathematics, astronomy and her dabbling in alchemy and the arcane arts, to the disapproval of some of her fellow septas.

Daelon Targaryen, eighthborn child and third son, was known for his small stature and simple nature, as he seemed to still have the personality and interests of a young boy well into his adult years. Was considered a sensitive, delicate, and shy little boy who had no ability for arms, a terror of horses, and could only read haltingly.

Was often the subject of his proud father’s frustration and shame, though his mother adored him. As neither the Faith nor the Citadel would take Daelon, Jaehaerys threatened numerous times to send him to the Wall. Was often tormented by his mean spirited younger brother, Saeron.

Despite his ‘inadequacies’ was still considered a potentially attractive match for his Targaryen blood and right to the throne should Aelyx and his sons die before Jaehaerys. A match was negotiated between him and Lord Rodrik Arryn’s daughter Amanda. The marriage produced no children and it is doubtful it was ever consummated, but he and Amanda were said to have gotten along well and Daelon lived peacefully at the Eyrie for the rest of his life.

Saeron Targaryen, ninth child and fourth surviving son, was considered courageous, clever, and handsome, but also demanding, manipulative, and cunning. Thrived on attention and usually lashed out when he didn’t get what he wanted. Was often said to ‘joke’ about wishing he were the eldest son or even the only child of his parents, who felt neglected by.

Tormented his brother Daelon and played various pranks on all of the Red Keep, but was also said to have started drinking alcohol at age eleven and was frequently drunk at sept services and feasts.

Known for attracting a clique of ‘favorites’ as a teenager and eventually known for having deflowered both Perianne Moore and Alys Turnberry. Alys Turnberry wound up having a bastard daughter, called Saera Hill for her father, to Jaehaerys’ displeasure.

Into his twenties Saeron clashed so frequently with the king and his elder siblings that eventually he was unofficially banished from court and took off for Lys, where he made a living as the owner of a popular pleasurehouse and numerous slaves. It was often rumored he’d briefly spent time as a bed slave himself. Sired three bastard sons in Lys who all went on to their own wealthy careers as merchants.

Viserion Targaryen was the tenth child and fifth surviving son, who was known for his handsome looks and sly vanity, as well as toying with most of the young ladies at court. Often insisted he would make an excellent Hand someday. Once proposed he wed his niece Rhaenys and rule as Lord Baratheon, earning him the wrath of Boremund.

Fearing he would prove another Saeron a match was arranged for him to the widowed daughter of Lord Manderly, much to his displeasure. He died after a drunken nighttime horse race before the marriage could take place, at only 16 years old.

Gael was the thirteenth and last child of Jaehaerys and Alysanne. He was a frail and small little boy and known to be simple minded, called the Winter Child or the Winter Prince. Jaehaerys was said to react with disgust when he heard Gael was still sleeping in his mother’s bed at age twelve. At the age of nineteen he was said to have been seduced by a traveling singer. When the singer abandoned him, Gael drowned himself. His death was said to have broken his mother.

Ultimately the Iron Throne was inherited by Viserys, son of Aelyx and Baela. He wed Rhaenys as his only female cousin, with the plan that their first son would inherit the Iron Throne, and their second would claim Storm’s End.

[slytarg]

A few anti posts ranted about the Daenerys "Messiah vibe" in the s1 finale. So it had me wondering how much of a Christ metaphor she actually has on the show. If this is seen as sacrilegious, blame the antis.

Jesus v Daenerys Targaryen

A pregnant Mary & Rhaella travel for miles (fleeing from soldiers who killed children) and gave birth to Jesus & Daenerys.

They spent years living in Africa & the East. In his case, Egypt & Israel. In hers, Essos.

Mary of Bethany washed Jesus' feet. She is often switched out with Mary Magdalene, a disciple of his often labeled a prostitute.

Doreah washed Dany's hands. She was one of the first to follow her. She was sold to a pleasurehouse and trained as a prostitute.

Jesus & Daenerys showed their followers their power over the elements. He walked on water and didn't drown. She stood in flames and didn't burn.

Jesus resurrected a human, Lazarus.

Daenerys resurrected an extinct species.

They both come from families with a history of prophetic dreams.

Jesus is known as the "Shepherd of Men" and humanity as his flock.

Daenerys is the descendant of Valyria. They were shepherds for millenniums.

Jesus & Daenerys walked for many miles through the desert with their followers.

Jesus & Daenerys advocated for outcasts, the poor, disabled, children, women, former sinners, etc. They walked among the people and saw them as deserving of rights.

Jesus & Daenerys had a feast "Last Supper" shortly before the end. He knew someone in the room would betray him, many in the room betrayed her. It led to their deaths.

Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. In Dante's Inferno, he is in the center of Hell where it is freezing cold with ice.

Jon betrayed Daenerys with a kiss. He was banished to the Wall (of Ice) and went even farther North where it's freezing cold.

Jesus was crucified. It's one of the most well known aspects of his life story.

Daenerys gave water to a crucified slave in Astapor. She saw the faces of 163 crucified children on the road to Mereen and had all of them buried. She crucified Masters as eye-for-an-eye justice. In the series finale, Tyrion condemns her with the last one.

[feyhunter78]

Half Demon Emperor!Miguel: murders a bunch of people to gain power, ravages an entire continent, visits almost every pleasurehouse on the continent and then kidnaps a princess

The citizens of Nueva York:

[ladyimaginarium]

of the first nine jinchuriki.

FUSA ARASHI. first jinchuriki of the ichibi, shukaku. bastard daughter of the shodaime kazekage, fusa reto and a kunoichi of the saeko kazoku. fierce, willful and stubborn for one so young. forced into her role as a jinchuriki as a child after living on the streets with the dogs who kept her company, to become the country’s pride and weapon.

NII TORA. first jinchuriki of the nibi, matatabi. wife, mother, liberator, princess of the nii ichizoku who led her people away from their uchiha conquerors when all their allies were either sold into slavery, subjugated as vassals or were killed off to take asylum in uzu no kuni only to help take back her homeland with the senju ichizoku. trusted adviser of the raikage, suiden a and devoted consort to her husband, otenki b. took her duty as jinchuriki proudly.

YUKI SHIRO. first jinchuriki of the sanbi, isobu. reaver, dark omen, blood child. the last son of the shodaime mizukage, byakuren, and a princess hailing from the yuki ichizoku. born albino and cursed as an abomination and a dark omen by the entire country. opened his arms to becoming a jinchuriki with open arms. killed his own brothers one by one in a civil war to eliminate any threats. built a ship called chinmoku and raided all across the known world, plundering great cities and visited ruins of dead empires, destroyer of uzushiogakure, believed himself to be a god. 

TERUMI AKANE. first jinchuriki of the yonbi, son goku. stone willed and the only adoptive daughter of the shodaime tsuchikage, kamizuru ishikawa. will never take no for an answer. smooth, velvety and lustful. undoubtedly one of the greatest taijutsu practitioners of her village, and perhaps her era. took the duty of jinchuriki with honor.

GOEMON ISHIMARU. first jinchuriki of the gobi, kokuo. lighthearted, wild and fun loving. the only adoptive son of the shodaime tsuchikage, kamizuru ishikawa. one of iwa’s greatest soldiers despite his laidback attitude, and undoubtedly one of the village’s most physically strongest. merely took up the call of becoming a jinchuriki so that she, his beloved older sister, wouldn’t have to be alone in this world as a jinchuriki.

HOMATSU MIZUTO. first jinchuriki of the rokubi, saiken. a boy with no lands or titles who was close to the outcast of kiri, shiro, and was his only friend for a very long time until they became romantically involved. merely accepted the call of becoming a jinchuriki for the sake of adventure and being closer to shiro. many have dismissed him as being insane, but all the best people were. bloodthirsty and cheerful in everything he did, a jester in an island country full of reavers and monsters, he stands out among the people. conqueror of uzushiogakure.

TAMAMUSHI TAKIKO. first jinchuriki of the nanabi, chomei. maiden, dreamer, wild spirit. a girl with no name nor lands nor titles and was once sold to a pleasurehouse by her starving parents at age nine until she was freed by the taki nin kakuzu who bought her and freed her and in doing this he’s gained a loyal friend. the girl was chosen as a sacrifice and the nanabi was forced into her with having very little to say in the matter and only kakuzu as company. yet, despite everything, she decides to see the greater things in life, even in a world as cruel as this one.

OTENKI B. first jinchuriki of the hachibi, gyuki. father, gladiator, warrior, revolutionary. very few truly know his real name. his brother’s right hand man, through and through. a legend that most fear to even speak of even long after he is gone from this world. fought the uchiha ichizoku who desired to subjugate and conquer them head on without fear, for his people, for his family, for his whole country. easily one of the village’s top shinobi even generations later and is still revered to the present day. took his duty as a jinchuriki with honor and pride.

UZUMAKI MITO. first jinchuriki of the kyuubi, kurama. princess, high priestess, empress, mother, maiden, crone. a princess of high and noble birth in the island paradise of uzu no kuni but knew her duty more than anyone else in her country. has known heartbreak by a man and war’s kiss and married a god among men. a woman who held two powerhouses, senju hashirama and uchiha madara, up as a pillar, and together, they were a team that men and beasts alike trembled to behold, with the songs of the forest, golden chains and the sea and dark flames and eyes in the darkness. a scholar and a priestess in her own right who published books on the nine bijuu and jinchuriki and chronicles received from artifacts from her travels around the world to ancient ruins of long dead empires. a friend of the shikkotsu forest and has managed to befriend perhaps the most fearsome beast in all the realm. took her duty as jinchuriki as the one who started it all, as a sign of her duty to her beloved husband, her family, and her village.

[ironforgedrp]

NIYAH OF SHADOWS

↳ details; female, 26. (b. 480 AC) ↳ status; bisexual, unmarried, infertile ↳ faceclaim; natasha liu bordizzo ↳ hails from; yunkai, essos now kings landing ↳ loyalty; charlyse & the roses den

↳ position; second of the roses den brother, highly paid whore and the brothels debt collector, ambassador of the roses den ↳ religion; the many-faced god ↳ magical ability; accomplished skinchanger (of birds and snakes) ↳ spoken languages; common tongue, low valyrian, some old ghiscari ↳ reason in sunspear; officially, she was sent by charlyse to meet with some of the dornish brothel owners

PERSONALITY

↳ type; ESFP - the entertainer. ↳ alignment; chaotic neutral. ↳ star sign; scorpio. ↳ positives; cunning, hopeful, careful, loyal, resilient, lusty, street-smart ↳ negatives; slightly paranoid, hyper-protective, ruthless, vengeful, murderer

BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

      fair and lithe and sweet-eyed niyah knew that she, like her mother before her, would most likely find herself raised as a bedslave. it was no surprise that her fourteen year old mother, who had been from yi ti (or so she was told) had never met the child she birthed, and niyah never grew up lamenting the loss of family as she had never known. most of the yunkai slaves had no families of their own to speak of, or for niyah to grow jealous over - it was a different community and the women, men and children slaves that she grew up along side became an ersatz family.  another common practice was separating parent from child and so niyah raised in a different pleasure house from where she was born and under the purchase of the wise master fasar ro gvraz; she and was set to work at the age of five. she would clean the rooms, hang out the clothes to dry, she would help the other women get ready with their scented oils and face painting and be sent on the occasional errands.  she was the silent girl who blended into the background as she was told, the men and women of the pleasure-house dubbed her the shadow girl as she was exceedingly light of foot and had always been a stealthy little thing. in part, this was due to an incident when she was around four years old; a rogue snake in her dirty and threadbare cot on the ground had her frozen in fear, eyes wide and staring  in fear at the venomous, hissing creature... and she found herself suddenly inside the body of the scaly foe, looking through it’s eyes to see herself - white eyed and still, like she was in a trance. young niyah, as the snake, slithered away and when she returned to herself, she was sure she was dreaming. but it happened again, and again, and she realized within a few weeks that she could focus on a snake hard enough, she could become the snake in this strange way way - a talent she kept to herself and practiced in secret. as she grew older, she grew more and more proficient in her ability to ‘play snake’ and by the time she had reached pre-teen years she was an expert in her own skill.

    by this time, as she was bigger, she was set to do more tasks in the pleasurehouse, the collar ever heavy at her neck.  the young shadow girl was tasked cleaning, sheet washing, re-washing of pregnancy protection items, assisting the bed slaves, running errands and running messages - she would also be tasked as the runner; a speedy person who could run for the paid guards if a client of the pleasurehouse broke the rules.  though she made some friends, or at least friendly bonds, niyah kept quiet and mostly to herself but this was not solely out of fear (a slaves life was fear), out of self-preservation by staying invisible to the clients. her keen observation also stemmed from a desire to learn as much as she was able to of her future career… learning the tricks to survive in a very harsh and unforgiving terrain. one young woman that niyah grew to admire was a bedslave named charlyse; she was kind and almost akin to an elder sister to niyah.  though she was set on her life as a bedslaved owned by her master she was trained at the edge of this whip and learned to defend herself as best she was able; by being light footed and sleathy and waif-like. it was the early evening of the first night she bled that she discovered she may not be able to escape her future as a bedslave, nor her future as a collared slave til she no longer drew breath, but she could escape in other ways aside from beneath the earth in the scales of a serpent. now thirteen, niyah had been hanging out cleaned linen and was admiring the colours of a bright-breasted bird; silently wished that she could fly away like birds did. and then she was in the sky, gliding on silky wings and it better than she ever imagined - it was the most peaceful feeling in the world, it felt like a dream. the young girl came back to consciousness with a cool towel on her head, charlyse having found her collapsed on the ground with her eyes rolled back in her head, surrounded by the sheets she was hanging on the lines.�� master fasar ro gvraz was angry at her for dirtying the cleaned clothes and taking time away from the pleasurehouse, but her fainting was put down to the fact that she had just entered womanhood (meaning she would be able to work as one of the whores and earn their master more money) and thus was spared the sting of the whip.

      niyah had spent her entire life studying the ways the bedslaves interacted with the people who paid for their services; how to read them, how to conduct herself as she journeyed through womanhood & into the life of a bedslave. years passed by with the collar & whip ever present at her back, teaching and testing her endurance, her resilience and her own grasp on reality at some points but charlyse, who was a decade niyah’s senior, became a stability that helped keep her grounded. with charlyse as her guide, niyah was fairly successful and capable in her new role; and though the life of a bedslave was not the kindest... but she had two escapes; on wings or with scales, and that was more than she could have ask for.   some time into her work at the pleasurehose niyah approached the man who ran the pleasurehouse and was a higher-ranking slave than niyah, and offered to track down and pickpocket men who skipped on their bill or owed the pleasurehouse money. if she was effective, she would be permitted to take a very small cut of the money retrieved.  niyah was surprisingly quite effective and thus her employer at the pleasurehouse never questioned why the yunka’i whore was so effective at thieving money, nor why those she ‘pickpocketed’ would often turn up strangely dead. the shadow girl had evolved her skills in secret: using her skinchanging talents, slipping into the body of a bird to fly in a window and take a coin purse, or when that failed, she would sink venomous fangs into their bodies and take the coin as they died. a killer indeed, but her hands were very rarely stained of blood; her ability to track and tracelessly kill anyone she wanted was a skill she shared only with herself.

     her world shattered as she knew it however, when she returned to her quarters from a night working at the pleasurehouse and found the wise master’s house in an uproar.  a slave had escaped, stealing coins and gems and silks before knocking out a guard, killing two others and seemingly disappearing from the city.   all the slaves owned by the wise master fasar ro gvraz, including niyah, were chained to the walls - to each other - as the slave quarters were torn through and destroyed in an attempt to find any evidence. she remained chained to the large metal ring alongside four other slaves late into the night as the search continued - no one seemed to know what exactly had happened or who had left, but niyah had heard nothing of any escapes so she just stayed silent and waited for everything to end, it wasn’t the first time (nor would it be the last) a slave had committed a crime against their master and attempted an escape. hands shackled above her to a rusted metal ring, dozing alongside dozen other chained men and women, niyah was woken by a sharp kick to her side delivered by the wise master himself; master fasar ro gvraz was certain that niyah knew something about what had happened, and demanded her be taken to his domicile. when the wise master revealed that charlyse was the missing slave, niyah began to cry and when question she answered honestly, heartbroken in a way; she had no clue of what had happened, charlyse had not told her anything.  unsurprisingly, master fasar did not believe the word of a young slave girl and  for the next two days, she was beaten and interrogated, burned and branded and whipped until master fasar was personally satisfied that the seventeen year old niyah was not hiding anything from him. half concious and badly injured, she was handed over to a healer to the slaves and was given milk of the poppy to put her into a deep sleep while her wounds were bandaged. most were surprised but niyah was still an asset, a popular young bedslave who had mastered the way of the seven sighs, she was his property and the wise master knew that a dead whore would bring no money.

     for three days she drifted in an out, being drop fed and drop watered to keep her body going as the healers dressed her wounds, put salve on them and did their best to make sure that she wouldn’t fall to infection and death.  she did heal though, she did recover and was stronger for it... eventually. niyah had sunk into a depression as she healed and noted the loss of charlyse in her life; wondering if she was alive, dead, safe... was she even still in essos? sometimes she would slip into a bird and fly around, as far as she could, hoping to spy her from above but she never did.  it wasn’t until three weeks later when niyah, still healing and now on cleaning duties once again at the pleasurehouse instead of working as a whore, that she was hanging out the washed linen as she had done as a child.  she had taken a break, sitting down in the shade of the hung sheet, and something caught her eye; scratched into the wooden post of the clothesline was a small ‘N’, what looked like a crudely down bed and an arrow pointing downwards, and tied to the post was scrap of a light pink fabric that niyah recognised immediately as the colour of charlyse’s favourite dress. her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to keep herself together under she was sent back to her quarters.   she laid wide awake, hoping that everyone else would settle, the guards would leave them be - but after charlyse’s escape, master fasar ro gvraz had hired members of the second sons as a extra security. eventually, with the moon high in the sky, niyah rolled herself to the side to face towards the wall, closed her eyes and searched for a winged friend that she could slip into the mind of, when she did she swooped herself on the guards and drove them away with her sharp beak and claws... at least long enough for her to return to herself, pull her thin bedding back to see scratches in the hard-packed dirt.  when she blew the dust away, niyah thought that she had entered a dream.  it said all she needed to know was there, and all of a sudden the slave girl decided that she was no longer resigned to her collar. shadow girl, look to the west & find the rose; that was what had been scratched for her and only charlyse could have left it... niyah had been the helper who often assisted charlyse, and the woman had always worn the scent of roses. she would look to the west, and she would get there, she would taste freedom or die trying.

    over the next four weeks, the shadow girl who was now nearing on eighteen, set about her plan.  niyah waited and scheduled her debt collections for a few successive days, launched herself back into her role as a whore and kept her eyes and ears open.   though it seemed to drag on and on, her preparations done in secret and finally the night came that she planned her own escape; she had donned a light hooded cloak and made her way out to collect the debts she had been charged to secure.   it gave her an excuse to be out without question, she had the permission of her master and she knew she would not be stopped.  niyah had taken only an empty hemp bag as she began her work; it took her almost four hours to find and retrieve the owed coin - five people would not wake come daybreak, and six more would wake to fine all their coin gone. instead of making her way back to the manor of her wise master, niyah made her way through the back streets and the shadows towards the docks.  slipped aboard with a few gold coins into the palm of a client, she stowed herself away in the ships cargo section with eleven coin purses and a wild hope that she would not be tracked down and punished for defying her master, murder and theft.

        as the shores of westeros came into view, niyah joined the rest of the crew of the ship on the deck - ahead of her was the capital of the westerosi city of dorne, named sunspear.  she saw the flapping banners, the sprawling city of flowers, colours, colds and warm tones - it was nothing she had ever seen. with her weighty purse of stolen gold she stepped on free land for the first time in her life; barefoot on the shores of sunspear, niyah faced back towards the narrow sea and slavers bay and hurled her slave collar into the frothy seas, turning around and refusing to look back. for her, work came easy in westeros, a whore from across the narrow sea who spoke low valyrian and was trained in the way of the seven sighs? a good investment for any brothel owner. after working around around dorne casually, she finally heard whispers of the name she had hoped to hear... charlyse, an exotic woman from essos who had arrived in a place called ‘blackwater bay’ and outright bought one of the most reputable brothels in the westerosi crowns land, a place that was a short ship ride away. when she arrived in the city of kings landing, it took only a matter of minutes to locate the only brothel with ‘rose’ in the title; the roses den. after more than half a year, niyah stepped through the doors and found herself face to face with the closest person to family she had ever had.  the two cried and embraced, niyah had found her way - and she had finally taken her freedom and she intended to keep it.   as a whore and the brothel debt collector, charlyse being fully aware that niyah was very effective - however she managed to do it and for once, life seemed good.

    she became known to many of the wealthy and the nobles, and was one of the roses den’s most expensive whores when she was hired by the lady eleanor tully, who was then a representative of the riverlands in kings landing. by far, eleanor is niyah’s most high profile client especially now given her recently acquired title as princess of the riverlands following the split of the westerosi kingdoms. of the half dozen regular clients she holds, the tully woman is also the one she cares the most about and actively is concerned for her wellbeing. though there is a trickle-down effect to those living in westeros and it’s capital, niyah was never overly bothered by the inter-region squabbles though the fights and drunken stupidity that bled into her work and home-adjacent environment irritated her greatly. the influx of nobles and the tourney, feasts and the like had given niyah a definite boost of income through the roses den and as a snake dancer with her two serpent familiars; se kostōba (meaning ‘the strong’) named so as he was the larger of the two hatchling’s she had raised, and se adere (‘the quick’), who she cared for and trained to defend her when she was asleep, incapacitated or skinchanging out of her own body. of all the things that occurred in kings landing in 505AC, the only things that niyah cared about was when the people she called dear were hurt. her experience as a slave has left her with the simple goal of living in a land without slavery and as long as whoever wears the crown or crowns still hold true to that, she most likely  would not get involved. she is slightly more quiet and observant and knows to rely on her charm and her womanly wiles in this world, and it has served her well in the eight years that she has called westeros home.

   knowing that the westerosi kings and lords planned to all group together again in the lands of dorne, niyah approached her employer and now long time friend, charlyse, for time away from her duties at the den so she would be able to accompany eleanor to the dornish summit but charlyse reasoned a compromise by giving the yunka’i woman several assignments to complete in the dornish capital, a handful of name of debtors and their owings to be dealt with, and a deal to broker with one of the dornish brothel owners on charlyse’s behalf. as an ambassador of the roses den, the most prestigious brothel in the crownlands, niyah has the ultimate now freedom to go with her heart and loyalty and also know she could return to stable employment once the summit was over.

↳ personality.

learning of the rarity of skinchangers and mystical people, and the lack of worship to the many faced god, she rarely opens up to any about anything beyond shallow smalltalk and chitchat in fear of punishment or judgement. she does not talk in detail, or rarely ever, of what her life was like as a child but she is aware that the varied trauma has changed her like it changed everyone birthed into the hands of a master of slavers bay. she kills with an strangely instinctive sense of detachment, and has never felt an ounce of guilt for the people she left cold in their graves.  contradictorily, she is soft in many ways; with a kind heart despite her life experiences and the things she has seen and done. she yearns for the feeling of acceptance and for the feeling of love and tenderness; for all the things she’d been deprived of as a slave but has now seen firsthand for near a decade in the lands of westeros.

niyah does not have the highest opinion of herself, as the ability to craft ones self esteem had been stripped from her as a child. true, she is confident in her  abilities as a whore and a definitely as a skinchanger but her confidence in herself is inevitably tethered far below a normal level. there is a strange new fire in her since being beaten at the hands of the wise master when charlyse left, an ache like a salted wound that has made her both darker and colder as well as angrier and sharper. there is a line of darkness in her, but her core is comprised of the single desire to protect those who can’t protect themselves, and ensure that she will never have to return to slavery.

↳ splitting of the kingdoms.

she still holds the belief that any ruler that is not a slaver is something to be grateful for, however she can’t deny that she prays to the many faced god that war will not eat the place she now calls home.   personally, she feels that the iron throne and it’s lion and dragon are reasonable rulers - especially compared to those of slavers bay, and that this whole going-on is a petty waste of time, but she keeps her opinions to herself as she always has. 

    ♛   STATUS: TAKEN

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wishlist/plot ideas

For any muses:

Luna finding your muse in need of medical attention or your finding her in need of it

Inquiry about her magic abilities/forming aliances based on this

For Aegon:

First meeting while they're both relatively young and she lives with her mother

Difficult conversations such as "do you love me?" Or "why does no one love me?" From drunk Aegon; possibly leading to angry smut if he doesn't get the response he wants

Deep conversations after sex

Aegon finding her on the street after her mom dies, possibly buying her a small place in fleabottom because "he doesn't want her to be all gross from the streets if they're gonna bone"

Aegon sleeping over and discovering her magic when she cures his hungover for the first time

Aegon and Luna jokingly fantasies about running away together before he's crowned king

Drunk escapades in general

For Aemond

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and warning her to stay away

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and wanting to steal her for himself just to spite Aegon[possible noncon]

Aemond discovering Aegon's "friendship" with Luna and making deals with her to keep Aegon happy or sober for certain times/keeping him busy so he can have Helaena

Aemond meeting her and not knowing who she is but discovering her powers

Aemond being jealous/angry/pissy/possessive in general

Aemond finding out that Aegon secretly bought a house/apartment in Fleabottom and investigating. This would be before Aegon is crowned king because he buys Luna place to stay pretty soon after her mother dies. [Could be for either Luna or Aegon]

For Alicent;

Alicent discovering Luna's relation to Aegon and trying to talk her out of it/reprimanding her/setting conditions

Alicent discovering Luna's Magical powers and trying to secure them for the greens

Aegon and Alicent having a real conversation about how they feel about each other and why Aegon acts the way he does.

For Daemon:

Luna falling pregnant to Aegon and seeking asylum with the blacks because Alicent wants to kill the child.

Aegon announcing his intentions to make Luna his second wife and Daemon taking her as a warprisoner or forcing her to be his second wife instead out of spite. This will at the very least start out as an enemy dynamic.

AU where instead of meeting and connection with Aegon in the Pleasurehouse it's Daemon! He famously had a thing for deflowering and the Pleasurehouse kept girls around solely for that purpose back in the day, but when he returns one day, the only virgin they have is Luna whose mother has refused to let serve in that manner. But since her mother, like most of the whores from back in the day, has a soft spot for the Rouge Prince she let's him deflower Luna.

For Rhaenyra:

Aegon pulling Rhaenyra aside at the family dinner and pleading with her to let him name her hand if he is crowned. Because he doesn't want the responsibility and thinks it would be in everyone's best interest if she acted at the ruler.

For Astarion:

Would LOVE to do a piece of Sam[bard] showing Astarion some drawing she did of him. Doesn't need to be romantic... just her being like "They're not great... but uhm.. here's a rough idea of your face. Idk..." /I would also be interested someone showing my Astarion a picture they drew of him.

Sam telling Astarion that he was /her/ first and the angst if her realising that what had been immensely special to /her/ had been nothing but a trade to /him/.

Sam asking Astarion how he goes on with all that hurt inside of him when she's only had but a taste of it and already she finds it difficult to keep pushing through.

Sam admitting to Astarion that as a bard who never picked up a weapon before this whole tadpole ordeal she feels so... powerless... next to everyone and Astarion using this to either bond or convince her told him seek more power

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𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒 ; kings landing, dorne.

[a]got: she worked originally for chataya in chataya's brothel. this was when she arrived in westeros, the two women forged a friendship, trust and alliance over time and tiathia becomes her second in charge, as well as the debt collector of chataya's. after five years with chataya she invested in another brothel, becoming a majority co-owner and, running that brothel in a symbiotic relationship with chataya's, rather than a competitor - she would never. tiathia eventually bought out the other owner, and the brothel became hers. it is now named the serpents coil — her workers are distinctively dressed in silks of various red shades (which are tiathia's her own motif of colours), held on the body with a serpentine-styled belt at the waist, or brooch/similar clasp. the workers wearing a golden accented belt or brooch indicate that they are the most expensive... this is relevant to the fact that tiathia, like chataya, cater to a wealthy clientele as a basis. a year ago she also invested a minority share in a brothel in dorne, she had visited and worked there many times, so when the opportunity arose she took it. there is a good relationship between the dornish brothel and her own serpents coil, which gives both referrals to travelling clients when visiting the respective regions or either dorne or the crownlands, and a way for workers to relocate with a sense of secure employment.

[a]dod: upon arriving in westeros ten yeras ago she worked for many establishments; sought after for her unique appearance harkening to her assumed mixed-lengii descent, before settling with one of the more upscale pleasurehouses in the street of silk. through her work as a whore, brothel debt collector, and a free-lance collector (or exactor) of debts, she was able to save and by the end of five years, she was co-owner of the brothel, which was renamed the serpents coil shortly after. when her business partner grew sick and eventually died of the illness, tiathia claimed full ownership and has maintained it successfully for a little over three years.

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