@ophelialighting asked: Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. (for Larys from Alicent?)

Every year, as the winter solstice drew near, the maidens inside the Red Keep hung mistletoe around the castle in hopes of a kiss from one of the knights and young lords. Dreaming of a marriage in the coming year. And every year, Larys avoided all of them. Truthfully, he preferred spending those days in the Black Cells. Surrounded by the screams of those imprisoned there. Surrounded by the smell of blood and death. It was better than finding himself under those green leaves. Having to look into the disgusted expression of whatever lady unfortunate enough to be there as well. An avoidable embarrassment for all involved. After all, he knew his place in the matters of courtship.

But he could not ignore the Queen calling for him. Still, he wished he had as he found himself standing under a mistletoe with Alicent. One of her maids-in-waiting must have hung it up, knowing her sons and Ser Criston joined her on occasion. Larys forced a smile on his face. Ignoring the traditions was meant to bring bad luck to both parties. And, while he was a rational man, he was superstitious, as well. Especially, with things as old as the first men.

Putting his fingertip under the Queen's chin, he lifted her face to his. Even hunched over, he was taller than her. Standing so close, it was hard to deny that he would tower over her with a straight back. Height was the only trait he shared with his brother. Before his Queen could say anything about his impertinent behavior or he would lose his courage, he leaned in and touched his lips to hers. The kiss was short and gentle, and if his clubfoot had allowed it, he would stepped back the moment it was over. Instead, he remained close. “My apologies, your grace. I found it pertinent to avoid a year of bad luck. These are chances one should not take while at war.”

@ophelialighting asked: “I fed my last husband to my dragon. If you make me take another, I may eat him myself.” (from Alicent to Larys?)

Cruel amusement sparkled in the Lord Confessor’s eyes. This was how he enjoyed his queen most. Forfeiting her tightly grasped dignity to spew fire hotter than any of the dragons her children rode. He relished this side only chosen few had the privilege to ever witness. It was much preferable to her shame and humiliation. To the degradation, he put her through for his own pleasure. Only in these moments could he look into the depth of Alicent Hightower. See the darkness there. A reflection so undeniably familiar.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he rested his chin on the hands holding his cane. A posture of impish youthfulness. “Do not let any unassuming ears hear you speak like this, my queen. They might think you had a hand in your first husband’s death.” The smile dropped from his face, leaving a mask of expressionless somberness in its wake. Sitting up again, his blue-grey eyes wandered around her room. “Do not worry yourself, my queen. There is no talk of betrothing you again.” Albeit it couldn’t be put past the Hand. Alicent was still young enough to bear children. She was still a bargaining chip to secure her son’s reign. War would come, and they needed allies. And Otto Hightower had proven once before that he was willing to sacrifice his daughter’s happiness for his own power. Larys knew it would not be something he would ever let happen. Selfishly, he wanted the queen for himself. Wanted her to need him. “I promise your bed will remain cold.” The corner of his lips raised, no mirth reaching his eyes. “Unless you chose to take a lover.” The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

@lcveblossomed asked: “   Nobody could ever replace you. ” (harwin to larys)

Early in life, Larys had learned it was better to indulge his brother during his fancies of valor. Harwin was a knight. The Warrior, like the septon at Harrenhal had described him, and he could never understand the burden the gods had put on his younger brother. What being protected and fuzzed over by the other meant to Larys’ self-esteem. Women and children were protected. Knights vowed before the Seven to protect those too weak to do it themselves. Larys was weak in the eyes of others. Poor boy, incapable of walking properly. Unable to ride. To take up a sword or go hunting. Soft and effeminate. They looked at him with pity or disgust. Larys hated it. He preferred his cousins’ cruelty over Harwin’s devotion. Still, he could not hate his brother. His life would be easier if he could. If he despised him like Father.

He snorted. “What is there in King’s Landing for me?” The King had summoned Lord Strong to be Master of Law on the Small Council, and Lyonel had decided to bring his children with him. Harwin to distinguish himself and find a bride worthy of being the next Lady of Harrenhal, and their sisters to find appropriate husbands. Why he was even considered, Larys didn’t know. Perhaps he and Uncle Steffon had decided it was too dangerous for Larys to be left at Harrenhal without his older brother as protection. “We are all replaceable, Harwin. Why do you think our father remarried my mother when he already had an heir? Why he remarried after her death?”

@wcrriorhearts asked: [ homemade ] for the sender to give the receiver a homemade gift (bonus if you specify what it is) ( Larys gets a slightly ugly knitted scarf from Lyssa )

Dexterous fingers pulled away the cloth-wrapping carefully to reveal the gift. The two first things Larys noticed were the colors – blue, green, red, their House colors – and the crud knitting pattern. It wasn’t hard to tell that Lyssa had made it herself. And from the excited look in her eyes, she wanted to get his opinion. Well, more likely, she wanted him to tell her how much he liked it. And while Larys was a great liar, he preferred being as honest as he could. At least with his family. Lifting the – he guesses scarf – he could see that she had attempted to knit their House sigil. And 'attempt' was the only word to describe what was a white blob that had no resemblance to a hand.

“Thank you, Lyssa,” he uttered, the tone in his voice a bit disbelieving while he pierced his finger through a hole where she must’ve dropped a few stitches without noticing. “It was very kind of you to think of me!” Perhaps he should focus more on the thought behind the gift than the gift itself. “I’ve never seen you knit. I wasn’t aware it’s something you…,” he was searching for the right words, “enjoy?”

@korzion asked: ✍️ (for larys)

"This is a season for change. To consider one's allegiances."

@withouthonor (Alicent) gets a New Year's Kiss from Larys

With a war raging around them, the new year at the Red Keep had been a sober affair. The feast was modest and quiet. Everyone worried for those off fighting the Blacks. Larys suspected that this new year would bring more death and suffering. It was a blessing they had been spared the year beginning with such news, and it hadn’t been surprising when Queen Alicent had risen from her seat early to retreat to her chambers. What had surprised the Lord Confessor, newly appointed Master of Whisperers, more was the fact that not shortly after she had sent for him. He had expected her to ask for news of the fighting. News he had not received yet. But instead, she had not given him a glance as he entered her chambers. Had remained staring at the city beneath them. And he had come close to stand beside her, watched the torch fire move through the streets like orange brooks. Watched the bonfires they had ignited.

“It seems the smallfolk are eager to welcome the new year properly.” He stated after another moment of silence, turning to the woman beside him. Larys took the Queen’s hand and halted only momentarily to observe her bloody cuticles before he raised it to his lips. “Blessed New Year, my Queen.” The words had a hollow irony to them. Nothing about it would be blessed. Blue hues found her darker ones. And again, he had to admit that there was such exquisite beauty in her sorrow. Stroking an errant lock from her cheek, Larys gathered his courage and leaned toward her. With closed eyes, he touched his lips to her, featherlight and shyly. A man unaccustomed to such a gesture.

@withouthonor asked: “ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “ & [ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public. for alicent and larys if that's okay <3

At first, it didn’t seem like he heard her as Larys continued to sip the coffee he had ordered after their meal. He slowly put the cup down before he shifted his seat closer to her. With a smile on his face, he grabbed her leg – the one closest to him – and laid it over his legs. His hand rested on her inner thigh as he leaned in closer to whisper into her ear. “Are you telling me because you want me to do anything about it?” He asked. They had not discussed much of their sexual preferences. Up until a few days ago, she had been married still, and he had not wanted to scare her with some of his own. But Alicent was more intuitive than she was often given credit for. Bolder, too.

Even with the low light in the restaurant, he could see the blush on her cheek. A soft gasp escaped her as he let his hands wander higher. “Any of the other patrons could see us. The waiter could come back any moment for the bill.” Despite his dissuading words, his fingers made contact with her heated core. Index and middle fingers teasing her wet entrance before diving inside of her as his thumb tapped against her clit. He wasn’t out to tease her but make her cum around his fingers, in the middle of the little Italian restaurant he had brought her to.

His free hand stroked her cheek gently before he pressed a chaste kiss against it. He worked her frantically, the look in his eyes full of adoration and amusement. His lips returned to her mouth for a proper kiss, swallowing the little sounds Alicent made as she came around Larys’ fingers. He stroked her through her orgasm before pulling his digits away from her. “Naughty girl.” He breathed against her lips before bringing his fingers up to lick her slick off them, his gaze never leaving hers. “We should pay. I think I’d rather have dessert at home.”

@withouthonor asked: [ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips. alicent and larys!

The Queen fell against Larys’ chest, a groan escaping her as her movements faltered. He could feel her breath against the side of his neck and raised a hand to cup the back of her head. Long fingers buried and tightened in auburn locks while his other hand moved to her chest. He squeezed her flesh. His thumb stroked the hardened nipple, rubbing the fine linen of her chemise over it. It was a shame that kept her from laying herself bare before him. Whether it was the shame of the act itself or of sharing this passion with him, Larys didn’t know. Neither did he care much. Her humiliation heightened his own pleasure, and he never did anything to lessen it. To make her feel entirely comfortable. Alicent was the dowager queen. They both knew that even after the King’s death, it was expected of her to remain loyal to his memory. Chaste and virtuous. And he wondered what her Seven would think of this. Her surrender to him. His refusal to take her in any way that would be considered proper for a man and woman, even if they were allowed to come together like this.

She clenched around his manhood as she gyrated her hips in an attempt to come. It made him twitch inside of her, his head thrown back as a moan escaped Larys’ parted lips. Lust flowed to and fro between them like water against a shallow shore. Soft lips moved against his throat, and he was tempted to let her struggle just a little longer, to see if she would find a satisfying rhythm herself. But then she mewed as she clenched around him again, and he took pity on her. He pulled her up by her neck slightly before his hands settled on her hips. He dragged up the hem of her nightshirt so Larys could watch where they were joined, where he disappeared in her and out of her as he guided her hips into a steady, forceful rhythm. Larys was fascinated by the sight. The fact that the hair down there matched the ones on her head, and he licked his lips as he moaned again before his grey-blue eyes moved up her body to settle on her face. She truly was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

@withouthonor asked: [  BARED  SOULS  ]:     the sender and receiver spontaneously go skinny dipping together in the middle of the night while visiting an isolated lake. go wild! maybe the sender finds the receiver already skinny dipping, maybe it’s the other way round, who knows! you do! maybe. also, for alicent and larys if that’s alright if not feel free to ignore!

A castle as large as Harrenhal held many secrets. One of them was the hot baths hidden in the cellars on the southern side. Fed by the waters of the lake, and heated by the earth and stone. Although some argued it was the lingering fire of Balerion, the Black Dread – the same dragon that had melted the castle walls – that heated the waters. Larys cared little for the why. He enjoyed the ease the warm water brought to his aching joints. The isolation he found here. Now that his brother was engaged to the princess, the whole Court had come to Harrenhal to celebrate. Too many people. But it meant that Larys was no longer required to play the chaperone for the young couple. He had done the duty his father had appointed him to. Now, he could keep out of sight. Return to the shadows.

The young man turned as he heard the door opening and saw Lady Alicent enter. She had not seen him, and he sunk lower in the water, interested in what she would do. The two of them had met before. Rhaenyra had brought her to the meetings she had with Harwin to distract him. And while he found Lady Alicent surprisingly good company, the plan hadn’t worked. But the thought of her had lingered in his mind. The quiet, witty daughter of the King’s Hand. She was beautiful. More to his taste than the princess.

It was perhaps why he said nothing when Alicent tested the water and then started to undress. Larys’ cheeks heated. A warmth that had nothing to do with the water. Only when she was down to her chemise and stays did he clear his throat to get her attention. He lowered his gaze before addressing her. “My apologies, my lady. Perhaps you should return another time when the bath is empty. I should be finished in an hour or so.”

@withouthonor asked: [  STEPPING  BACK  ]:      while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs. for alicent and larys!

Even outside, the air was still humid, and the smell of sweaty bodies lingered. Somehow, the foul odor befitted the foul charade everyone was playing at the feast inside. The rejoiceful birth of Rhaenyra’s first child. Her son and heir. A healthy, dark-haired babe who looked nothing like his father. And while everyone was avoiding the obvious by referring to Laenor’s Baratheon grandmother, the Lord Confessor knew the truth. Knew of the nights his brother spent with the princess while her husband lay in the arms of his squire. The absurdity was almost enough to laugh. But Larys suspected it he started he might not be able to stop. It would certainly arise as much suspicion as Harwin’s familiarity with Rhaenyra or his bastard son.

Larys closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. He could feel a headache approaching from the strains of the day. The noise and heat of the ballroom. The wine. Perhaps he should get up and go to bed. The idea almost morphed into action as he heard the crinkling of brocade beside him. Even without sight, he knew the person that had joined him. “My queen?” Blue eyes opened to take her in. She looked pale in the dim light. Still, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. They called Rhaenyra the Realm’s Delight. To him, it was like comparing thistles with roses.

He knew what was going through her head. She and the princess had been friends once, and Alicent had been made aware of the princess’ prior debauchery. One only needed eyes and wit to understand what was occurring in Court. What this would mean for the Queen and her legitimate children. The ones she had suffered for. For which she had lain lifeless under her husband. “Perhaps you should retire to your chambers if you’re unwell.” His words were as gentle as the moonlight on her visage.