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absurduty · 3 months

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SAINTLIKE | AEMOND TARGARYEN X READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : when you, now a Lannister, return to King’s Landing, Aemond ensures you won’t leave.

TW: smut, groping, mentions of anal, penetration, oral (fem receiving), degradation mixed with praise???, creampie, breeding, slight cum eating

CREDITS FOR THE AEMOND PICTURE TO ultravi0l3t on Pinterest!

TAGLIST: @toodlesxcuddles , @imsoshygirl

“Gods, Helaena,” you sigh softly, spraying your perfume on your dress. your slender fingers continue to spray it on your neck, behind your ears and the inside of your wrists. “It feels strangely comforting to get away from all that gold up in Casterly Rock.”

“I’ve missed you, sister.” she said in response, sitting on your bed with her eyes focused on her sewing. "But Aemond missed you more.”

“I'm sure he did,” you say softly, biting your cheek to prevent a smile from spreading. your eyes flickered to the bed Helaena was sitting on. the chambers Aemond had snuck a thousand times in to get some comfort to sleep. “Do you have any-"

“The dragon eats the lion,” your little sister suddenly interrupted you, looking up from her sewings. “The lion is blinded by pride, but the dragon is blinded by rage.”

you dropped the perfume on the floor, dumbfounded by Helaena's interruption.

“Come again?” you asked softly, careful as to not undermine her. you knew better than to undermine her sayings after the time she proclaimed Aemond had to close an eye. “What are you talking about, sweet sister?”

she only hummed, and sprayed some perfume to the back of your knees as you lifted up your dress.

"I will see you at supper, sister." she dismissed your question with a gentle tone, standing up.

you bid her goodbye, your confusion present to what it meant. However, you shook it off. Your boys were with the Septa, Aemond was practicing his swordsmanship, Aegon was doing god knows what...

you readied your hair again, making certain the curls at the bottom were luscious enough. you then headed out to the halls, your flat flootwear tapping against the ground with each step you take.

“Aunt y/n!” you heard a masculine voice call out, causing you to turn your head at the voice. you recognised the two brown-haired princes instantly.

“Nephews,” you smile warmly, embracing Lucerys first. you rubbed his back and asked him how he was doing, to which he delightfully replied that he’s officially betrothed to Rhaena.

you rise up again and turn to the eldest, Jacaerys. you could have sworn you saw him blush, but you knew better than to act as if you know the truth. you engulfed him into a hug, your scent rubbing off on him. “How have you been?”

he blinked twice, his mouth slightly parted at seeing you again. “Good, auntie.” he said softly, attempting to stand tall and noble.

“Good.” you nodded respectfully, trying to brush them off politely. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some urgent business with your mother.”

they both nodded, and scurried off to the courtyard, you knew that if you mentioned you’d be visiting your dear brother’s chamber, all you’d hear are subtle sighs of annoyance and whines disguised as uncertainty.

you treated down the grand halls again, finally reaching his chambers. there were no guards, strangely enough, and you took the liberty of opening the door, entering, and shutting it behind you.

“Sister.” his voice startles you, causing you to turn around. “What brings you here?”

“Aemond,” you smiled, trying not to let your eyes flicker to his tunic less form, stepping a few steps closer to look him up in the eyes. “You are attending supper, are you not?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked gravelly, his hands sliding down to the small of your back. you tried to avoid it, but you felt a small sense of arousal affecting your thoughts. “After all, nothing more than a supper with… family.”

“Aemond,” you whisper, as if he had just said a sentence condemning the gods. “No matter how you think about it they are still Rhaenyra’s. Half Targaryen.”

“Is that what she told you after you confronted her?” he asked huskily, his hands sliding down to your hips. “That her fucking a strong was just, and that they’re still half-fucking-Valyrian?”

“Aemond, stop,” you say in a hushed tone, feeling his other hand run across your stomach area, covered by the dress, unable to feel your full breasts due to the material of your dress. “We shouldn’t. My lord husband-”

he broke off your sentence by pressing his lips upon yours, his tall figure looking over you as if it was a shadow, your face in his hands as if it were a precious gem needing to be cradled.

“Your craven of a husband is out fucking whores, not seeing the absolute fucking beauty he has in front of him,” he murmured between kisses, his slender hands working to unbutton your dress. “But it’s fine, I suppose. You were meant to be mine anyways. Meant to be carrying my children.”

you tried not to kiss back, you really did, but his hand crept up the second your dress was dropped, and kneaded your breasts. then he took advantage of your little gasp as to slip his tongue inside. you let out soft moans, your hand flying to his hair.

“Perfect, rōva mandia,” he coos, his hand once again switching positions to rub at your asscheeks and hips. “After 4 sons, you've remained sensitive. That cunt of a Lannister must have not pleased you enough, has he?”

the only thing you could do was shake your head, placing little kisses on his neck and face which in all honesty, were adorable to him. your eyes looked at him so purely, yet he couldn’t see you as anything other than a vixen born to seduce him.

“Be a dear and show your little brother what he has missed,” he whispered in your ear, and you obliged rather quickly, crawling onto the bed, your tight little back-hole showing for him.

“Hm,” was all he said as he took his time stepping, coming to rub one of your ass cheeks as he took a look at your tight asshole. “We'll have countless nights to do that.”

you were about to open your mouth, before he tenderly turned your body over, leaning in to lick the corners of your lips, purposely drooling some of his saliva into your mouth.

“The gods have made us be together, for they know how we belong.” he murmured in between planting kisses on your jaw and throat. “You belong in black and red. I’ll give you the gold anytime you desire it.”

you grow even wetter at his words, pushing your hips up to rub yourself against his already rock-hard cock prominent through his breeches. the feeling did not last long, as one of his hands moved from gripping the sheet next to your head, to pinning your hips down.

“Oh, do you desire me now, rōva mandia?” he whispered, brushing your nose against his. “I’ve grown, sister. I am a man now. A man worthy of you.”

his lips kissed the top of your breasts, before latching onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it while he kneaded and pinched the other with his hand.

“Ae-aemond,” you whine, your eyes trained on his bulge. you looked up at him and you couldn’t look more possibly beautiful than now. “Fuck me, please.”

“Patience, sister,” he rubbed your stomach, his other kneading your tits. you whined but quickly stopped once he brushed some hair out of your face. “You’ll be given my cock, but beforehand I'll have to taste your sweet essence I’ve been thinking about for years.”

“Aemond, I need it,” you begged him, rubbing your foot all over his crotch to rile him up. “I need you.”

he only let out a satisfied hum, kissing each toe and trailing up to your calves, knees, thighs up until his big hands spread them apart.

you remained too aroused to properly function, letting out a deep breath when his tongue only took one lick of your folds. what followed after was his thumb rubbing your sensitive pussy, having you let out fast breaths.

“Are you not used to having anything other than your husband’s cock touching your cunny?” he asked mockingly, placing a kiss on your wet folds. “Of course not, my sweet sister deserves to get fucked like a whore, and treated like a princess.”

you let out a whine at his words, practically thrusting your hips into his face. he licked at your folds and used the muscles of his tongue to fuck into you pleasurably. he let out a few grunts himself as if he was tasting the sweetest essence ever known. his hand rubbed up and down your thigh as you wrapped them around his head.

he continued tongue-fucking you, occasionally stopping to suck on your sensitive bud, his big hand continued to caress and massage your thighs, slurping up your sweet taste. you let out the most melodious moans he has ever known.

“Valonqar,” you moaned out, thrusting your hips against his face. he sucked and swirled his tongue against your clit. your muscles clench around him tighter and tighter, feeling something build up in your stomach. your body tensed up as his tongue gave his final thrusts.

“Come for me, rōva mandia, come hard for your brother,” he murmured, his tongue making his final trust on your stimulated clit. “Scream my name.”

you finally bursted, your orgasm washing over your. half of the juice shot down Aemond's throat and the other half drooled down his chin. he eagerly slurped up your juices, before rubbing his cum-covered chin against your breasts, rubbing the cum off on your breasts.

“My sister, my love,” he coos, kissing the shell of your ear. “The best woman to give my cock to.”

he got rid of his breeches and pulled out his hardened member, throbbing with pre-cum. he let out a soft hiss as it rubbed against your entrance, teasing you endlessly.

“We should stop,” you say softly. “Anyone could come i- ah!”

you let out a gasp as he began to began to circle your sensitive button with the tip of his erection. his hands were placed on your waist, pinning you down.

“Let them,” he murmured close to your lips, his unoccupied hand coming up to trace his thumb over your bottom lip. “Let them see how a dragon has claimed another dragon. As it should be.”

you moan loudly, feeling him push his fat head into your throbbing pussy. his cock was much better than your lord husband’s, thrusting slowly into your tight heat. his face cane close again to plant suck and kiss on your jawline, holding your face to the side.

“My sister is too beautiful,” he murmured in between occasional quiet grunts, feeling you deeper with each trust. “The only cunt that’s perfect for me.”

he could feel you tightening around him, your sweet eyes looking up at him. his one eye met yours, locking eyes intensely. your gasps and moans, accompanied by clapping sounds lingered around the room. his hand creeped down to knead your breasts, brushing a thumb over your hard nipple. his hips went upwards to thrust deeper. he could hear those telltale cries of ecstasy, and basked in it.

“You wish for me to put a babe inside of you?” he asks mockingly, rubbing your cheek against his hand. “Of course you do. You’re mine, and once that husband of yours knows his place, we will be wed.”

you clenched around him, juices already wetting his cock inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hand rubbed your clit. you looked up at him once again, and he looked majestic and vulgarly gorgeous. his hair sticking to his forehead, not as straight anymore now that it’s wet. you were a sight for sore eyes to him as well, your dark hair messy and disheveled, your cheeks red and your neck scattered in hickeys.

after a few moments, you came undone, spilling against his cock. not soon after, he slowed his thrust and shot his load inside of you, a part of him forever embedded within your womb.

“Too beautiful,” he murmured, planting kisses all over your breasts and collarbone. “You have been mine since we were children. You were meant to be my betrothed. Tis I who has always loved you.”

you only smiled, but even that made his heart flutter and his cock twitch. he slowly engulfed you into a kiss, slipping his cock outside of you.

“My children have taken a liking to you,” you smile, rubbing your nose against his. “I’d love for you to stay by our side.”

“Which I will do,” he replied, his big hand rubbing your stomach. “After all, they ought to meet one of their own.”

you were about to attempt to stand up on shaky legs, but his veined hands cupped your face and slowly pinned you back down.

“Do not clean yourself up, rōva mandia,” his melodic voice ringed. “Let us depart to supper with my seed, deep inside of you. The bastard might realise how little chance he makes with you.”

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lady-ashfade · 1 month

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By Your Side

Jacaerys Velaryon x betrothed!fem!reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ had a poll of some ideas I had, this and Luke one were neck and neck at the end.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 586

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short, fluffy, comfort for both sides, me just wanted to give my velaryon boys some lovin.

If there was one thing you’d use to describe jacaerys, you would use loyal. The time and devotion he shows his duties to his kingdom and to his heritage to become a good future king was admired by you. The way he cared for his family deeply, finding time to teach and spend time with his younger brothers made your heart swell with pride to call him yours. And just like all of that he found time to devote himself to you with his body and soul. He was charming too, great at sweet talking and sending gifts to butter you up and it works too well.

For years you pushed yourself to be the best queen and wife he could have, you learned many things. All to be at his side when the time was right.

“I highly doubt there is still a knot left in your hair,” his voice echos through your room. you sat in front of your mirror brushing through your hair and make it perfect to be styled, it was the morning. glancing up through the reflection you see him standing with a handsome smirk on his face that was contagious.

“and have my maid scorn me for the smallest knot that I missed? she is cruel with her tugs.” the feeling of the pulling of her methods were fresh and burned into your memory. jace chuckled from behind you and moved closer to you, once he got to the back of your chair he placed his hand on yours.

he took the brush from your hands and placed it onto the table in front of you, and leaned down to kiss your forehead you moved up towards him. you closed your eyes and hum at the nice feeling of his hands rubbing your shoulders and his lips pressing soft repeated kisses to your skin. he was tender, and so sweet that it had your stomach fill with butterflies.

“keep your eyes closed for me,” he leaned close to your ear and you shiver from hear the tone in his voice, and the feeling of the smirk on his lips. he might be a gentleman but he did love tease you the way he knew how. “that’s it,” he praised and moved with his hands to lean you up a bit.

you felt his fingertips brush themselves on the back of your neck and move your hair out of the way. you take a deep breath and try to calm your heart from beating so fast that he hear feel it. he chuckle when you tensed slightly when you felt something cold pressed to your collar bone and rest there.

“I do hope you liked it, open your eyes.” at his command you did as he asked. your eyes fixated on the silver necklace wrapped around your neck, a dragon symbol in the middle, the targaryen sigil to be exact. and gods, was it beautiful.

his name feel from you lips softly as you tugged softly at the chain and admired it in the mirror. he was one for many gifts and this one made you fall deeper in love with him. turning your head around to look up at him with affection, “I love it,” you smiled wider and lean up a bit.

“And I love you.” he could help but chuckle at your words and lean down to press a kiss on your lips.

It was only a matter of time before he could be able to call you his wife.

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ms-fade · 7 months

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Day 7 Of Kinktober

FaceF*cking

Husband!Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Fem!Reader. 18+ Drabble

I can’t find the ask but I remember someone asking for it.

Warnings: Male!Receiving, Reader Giving, Chock on c*ck, Jace being rough, face f*ucking, Praise.

Throughout the marriage with your prince was amazing. Jacaerys made you feel loved and treated with with respect and kindness, he was just perfect. When it was your wedding night he took things slow and made sweet love, touched you gently and his soft fingers exploded every area with love. His words were nothing but praise, calling you every sweet name under the sun. His thrust slow but hard at the end when he was close, he rubbed your puffy clit to make you cum harder.

But after time your sweet husband became a feral beast over just the sight or smell of you. Jace would pound into you with your legs into your chest. He’d push you down on any surface and fuck you with no remorse, but he would always praise you. When he’d have a rough day or a bad sparring match he’d just come and find his cute little wife to take it out on. But he couldn’t get enough of you, and everything about you. From making you smile and happy with daily walks in the garden to making you cry and babble on his cock as your mind went blank.

And today Jacaerys was pissed and needed relief.

You sat on your knees with your hands gripping your dress as you tried not to choke too much while his shaft thrusted into your mouth. Spit ran down your mouth and to your chin, then down to your breast. Jace growled and pushed your head further down so your nose hit his skin and cloths, little hairs tickling you. He was so fast and rough that you cried from being choked and him hitting the back of your throat. Jace loved when you got like this for only him to see and feel, your mouth felt so good.

His hands tugged at your hair and pulled you closer with each thrust he did, “Take it-Oh fuck, so good.” You started to move your tongue and bit to make him feel better. He clinched himself and you felt him twitch in your mouth. The moans he let out made your pussy tingling and leak. “Such a good little wife for me. You know that? Can’t imagine anyone else I’d want to fuck.”

You gasped when he pulled your head back with a pull of your hair. You open your mouth and catch the breath you had lost and wiped the tears away from your cheeks. Your husband just stood above you smirking at that sight of you. “You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you girl?” His hands cupped your cheek and rubbed the wet spot. You looked up at him with a frown on your brow of submission and nodded your head, too embarrassed to speak.

He chuckled, “Open back up.” You did as he said and he shoved himself In immediately and hit the back of your throat. He could feel you choke in surprise. “You’re going to swallow all of it.” He stated and leaned one hand on the desk and the other on your head. All you could do was take it as he made you go faster and move his own hips.

You moved your hands up his legs and tapped his thigh and gripped onto him for support and comforted. “That’s a good girl. Such a good-fuck-Wife. Such a good wife.” You moaned against his cock and that made him closer. Closing your eyes you get ready for him to cum as he got faster and higher pitch moans. With a few more thrust he came hard and filled your throat up with his cum, your mouth watering at the warm feeling.

Pulling his cock out of you fast, you close your mouth to keep all the cum in your mouth. Humming at the taste you swallowed it all with a warm feeling in your stomach. You look up at your husband as he had his eyes closed and leaned both hands on the desk to catch his breath. Then you looked back to his cock and saw cum still on it and decided to clean all of it up.

You took him into your hands and slowly ran your tongue across the top and small slit in the middle. “What- oh.” He whined and opened his eyes at the feeling. Jace was sensitive and he watched you take his cock back into your mouth and bobble your head so softly. You hummed and cleaned him all up, you enjoyed his small breaths.

“Wanted to clean you up.” You pulled away and wiped away the spit around your mouth, smiling up at him. Jace returned your smile and patted your head then took your hand and helped you off your knees. He pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in. “You’ll be the death of me, it’s like you plagued my mind.” You both chuckled as he leaned you back against the desk, his hands resting on either sides of you.

Jace lean forward and rested his forehead on yours and took another breath a sighed. You did the same and wrapped your arms would his neck and played with the ends of his hairs. “I think I need to return the favor,” his lips curled back into a smirk and sank down to his knees.

“Make your pussy cry for me as well.”

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blossomingmoonlight · 2 months

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I am yours and you are mine, whatever may come.

Summary: after your mother Rhaenyra ascended the iron throne you were finally able to wed your betrothed. But with a royal wedding comes a bedding ceremony.

Jacaerys Velaryon x sister!wife!reader (characters are +18)

Warnings: smut, vaginal, making out, handjob, grinding, humping, cussing, creampie.

word count: 2202

You anxiously played with your hair as one of your handmaidens braided it. Your other handmaiden standing in front of you, adding the accessories to your beautiful ivory gown. Today was your wedding day. It was a joyous day in King’s Landing, your mother, the queen, having ascended the iron throne and having slayed your traitorous uncle, she could finally rule. You were already betrothed to your brother Jacaerys before the war but the wedding was put on hold because of the events. But today was the day, you were nervous but also excited. After 7 days of celebrations the royal wedding would take place, in the very room the iron throne was in. After some time of preparing you were ready to head down to the doors that led to the throne room. As you stood there nervously waiting for the doors to open you felt a hand on your shoulder, your step father prince Daemon would walk you down the aisle. He offered his arm with a smile and when you took it the doors opened revealing the huge room decorated with candles, feathers and flowers. And not to mention the hundreds of people from court within. Your eyes immediately shot to the end of the aisle where your soon to be husband stood next to the high septon who would be officiating.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Daemon started walking, all the eyes in the room were on you, soft gasps all around at the sight of your beautiful dress and hair. You walked alongside Daemon down the aisle and when you reached the end, Jace took your hand so Daemon could join your mother and brothers at the base of the steps. Jace walked you up the few steps to where the high septon stood. Both of you taking each other's hands and giving each other a nervous smile. Then the high septon spoke. “The love of The Seven is holy and eternal. Source of life and love. We stand here today in thanks and praise to join two souls as one. Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger hear now their vows.” You kissed Jace’s cheek before he spoke. “I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come.” Then you repeated the words. “I am yours and you are mine. Whatever may come.” You smiled, which was returned by Jace. The high septon continued. “Here in the presence of gods and men, I proclaim Jacaerys of house Velaryon, (Y/N) of house Velaryon to be man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The septon ended. Jace gave you a light kiss on your lips and the room disrupted with applause. You both looked at your mother, brothers and Daemon, and they smiled. Then Jace took your hand and walked you down the steps, now the celebrations could begin.

After hours of dancing, feasting and entertaining your guests you started getting nervous for the next part of the wedding, the bedding ceremony. Even though the old tradition of people “making sure” the ceremony actually took place was dropped years ago, it still scared you. You knew the basics of it, of course. But still, you didn’t know what it would actually be like and it made you nervous. Obviously Jace was a sweetheart and would take care of you, so you expected it to still be a positive occurrence. What you didn’t know was if Jace had any experience already, of course as a man he was allowed to bed whomever, whenever he wanted but you always thought it didn’t fit his character, and he rarely left the Red Keep, so you decided you were both clueless, which made it a little less intimidating. Jace sat beside you at the large table in front of the guests. Your family all sitting next to you two. And alas the feast was declared over by the queen and you and your new husband left the room to his bedchamber.

His bedchamber was a place you have been to many times before but now it was different, you were going there with a completely different intention. An intention that made the heat pool in your belly. As if Jacaerys read your thoughts he asked “Are you alright? It’s okay to be nervous, I’m nervous too.” You were glad that even though wine was poured as water tonight, he didn’t overflow his cups. Wanting to be sober with just enough of a buzz for confidence. “I’m alright, yes, but I am nervous. Ha- have you had any...well experience?” You asked him anxiously, getting ever closer to his bedchamber. “No not really, I wanted to save myself for marriage too, it’s only fair. And I have to admit that I also didn’t want to uhm- father bastards, you know.” He explained, grabbing your hand and ordering the guards by his door to leave you, you both certainly did not want anyone listening in. As he led you inside your nervousness grew and you started to feel hot all over your body, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Jace, do you know...well you know, how to do this?” You asked him, looking him in his beautiful chocolate eyes. “The basics, yes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to never hurt you, and if you want to stop you can always just tell me, okay?” He told you sweetly, as he put his hands on your waist, taking in your beautiful figure. “Okay, I trust you.” You mumbled putting your hands on his chest. He looked in your eyes and brought his lips closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath on your lips and you slightly parted them, waiting for him to close the gap. At last his big soft lips were on yours, the moment heating by the second and you grabbed his brown hair slightly tugging at the roots, which earned you a groan from him. He then walked you back towards his bed pushing you down before confirming you were still okay with it.

After you told him it was okay he immediately had his lips on yours again, his tongue now asking for permission to enter. Something that you eagerly permitted, as his tongue came in touch with yours, you softly moaned in his mouth. You could feel your wetness between your thighs and you wanted him to touch you so badly. “Jace, please touch me, just touch me, anywhere.” You begged as you removed your lips from his for but a mere moment. “Anything for my wife.” He muttered. He kissed your cheek and started removing your dress and undergarments. After he undressed you he started removing his own clothes as well. And holy fuck did he look good, his toned abs, his biceps, you didn’t know your husband was this well gifted under his clothes. But as you observed him, your eyes landed on his already hard cock, glistening with precum at the tip. He was big, at least you assumed that he was bigger than other men, he sure looked like it.

Jace saw you observing him and smiled. “I hope I am not disappointing you my love.” You looked at his face again and a blush spread across your face. “No no, not at all. You are incredibly handsome Jace.” You admitted, he grabbed your face again and kissed you deeply. You moved your hands over his toned chest, which made Jace groan against your lips. “Let me touch you Jace, please.” You pleaded with him, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your hands around his slightly dripping cock. “Of course, please touch me.” He moaned at your touch and you started to move your hand experimentally. Gripping him sometimes harder and sometimes softer again to test how he would react and what he would like best. A firmer grip clearly got the best reaction so you firmly started jerking him off until he begged you to stop. “Why? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You asked him nervously, had you grabbed him too hard and hurt him? “No no not at all, it’s just- if you had continued... I would’ve... finished too early.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Oh- of course, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel good.” You smiled. “Ooh fuck.” He mumbled to himself, loving the way you said that. “And it did feel really good, I promise but I need to make you feel good now. So that I might prepare you for...the actual activity.” He expressed. You smiled at him and he pushed you to lay down, while trying to remember the words of the book he had read about sex he decided that he would be better off experimenting himself to see what made you tick. So he slid his hand up your thigh and touched the mound between your legs softly. He decided that that was the right move as you moaned at his touch. Again he touched you only this time he added a bit more pressure and moved to try and find the spot that made you moan the loudest. Then he found it, the nub that made you moan his name in pleasure. “Yes- please- right there Jace.” You moaned, grabbing his wrist out of want.

He smiled to himself and felt himself become even harder, unable to stop himself he began humping the bed softly while rubbing circles on your clit at the same time. He joined you in your moans and soon you trapped his hand between your legs when you closed your thighs shut as you came, feeling the wetness gushing out of you, almost screaming your husband's name. Jace stopped moving to avoid cumming and removed his hand when you had calmed down and opened your legs again. “That was amazing Jace, I think I’m...prepared enough now.” You smiled hazily at him. “Alright, as you wish.” He said before moving his hips close to yours, gripping is cock and sliding his tip across your slit, trying to find your entrance. When he slipped in, you both let out a moan. He stayed still for some time to let you get used to his size. After a while he moved deeper into your wet cunt making him moan again, never in his life could he have imagined the pleasure, finally understanding why men are so desperate for it.

“Are you alright? Can I start moving?” He asked you not sure if you had adjusted enough. “Yes I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.” You reassured him, it was indeed better than you thought. So he started moving his hips slowly, grinding against you while trying not to moan too loud, he was clearly in heaven. After a couple of thrusts he began moving faster not being able to help himself, you just felt too good. “Oh Jace, yes- you feel so good.” You moaned his thrusts starting to feel better each time he moved in and out of you. Jace then moved closer against you, pressing his chest against yours, burying his face in your neck, now absolutely pounding into you hard. He couldn’t help but moan your name over and over again against your neck.

But he really did it when he moved to be hitting you right against the spongy spot that made you scream for more. You begged him to finish inside you, all you could feel, see and smell was Jace. He was filling your every sense. The slapping of your skin and your moans surely to be heard in the halls, but you were too focused on Jace and chasing your own high to notice. Jace’s balls pounded against your ass and even that felt good. You could tell by his moaning, stuttering and heavy breathing that he was getting close to his release. Luckily you were dangerously close yourself, and this time it felt different somehow, like it was going to be more consuming. You moaned Jace’s name at every thrust and he started to get sloppier. Just as he was about to cum you felt yourself squirting hard, soaking the sheets underneath you, you arched your back and your hands gripped on to the mattress for dear life, screaming your husband's name. Your walls tightening around him made him fill you with his seed, as he moaned loudly. You gasped for air as you had apparently been holding your breath due to the intensity of your release. Confused as to what just happened.

Jace kissed your neck and moved to your side to hold you in his arms. “What just happened?” You asked him, slightly embarrassed at the soaked sheets. “It’s okay, I read that it can happen when women feel extremely good, so it’s quite the compliment I suppose.” He grinned. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. “I love you Jace.” You said, kissing his cheek. “I love you too, my beautiful wife.” He said, stroking your hair. You definitely didn’t need to be nervous anymore and you knew for sure this would become a frequent activity.

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starogeorgina · 2 months

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𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen OC , Aegon II Targaryen × Targaryen OC

Warnings: Swearing, smut

1.03

“If you come to Dragonstone with me, I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Your lower lip wobbles. You wanted to leave with him, but realistically, it wasn’t plausible. “And what happens once we arrive at Dragonstone? Your mother and Prince Daemon just accept me with open arms?”

Jacaerys looks down at his feet. He knew they wouldn’t trust you, nor would they likely wish for you to be in their home. “No, they wouldn’t at first,” he gulps down. “But we could make them see you played no part in the plan of usurping my mother's throne.”

“I didn’t even know my father had died until servants were sent to help me get dressed for Aegon’s coronation. How can I prove that?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

“Whatever road I take, I’ll end up in the same situation.” Feeling uncomfortable, you unconsciously pick at the skin surrounding your finger nail until it bleeds. “If I return home without Stark’s backing Aegon, I will need to face the wrath of being a failure and disappointment to my family. If I go with you to Dragonstone, and I bend my knee to Rhaenyra I’m leaving my sister and her children with the vipers.”

Suddenly your hands are pried apart. “Stop hurting yourself.”

The authority in Jacaerys tone takes you by surprise. Like most dragons, he had a fiery temper, but this was different. It was as if he was putting all his built-up rage aside to protect you. Meekly, you say, “habit.”

Jacaerys inspects your fingertips, frowning as he takes in the older cuts along with the newer ones. He turns your left hand over and runs his thumb over your palm. “I remember playing outside in the gardens when you fell and cut your hand. I’m surprised it didn’t scar.”

“I remember…” Despite your eyes becoming glossy, a chuckle escapes your lips. “My mother somehow blamed you for my falling, and you hid in your quarters for days.”

“I hid in my quarters because Ser Harwin saw me attempt to kiss your hand; I thought my mother and father would be mad when he told them.”

You smile; this was the first time you heard his version; all you remember clearly was your mother yelling in the privacy of her apartments that the ‘eldest bastard’ was to blame. “I’m guessing they weren’t?”

“Once I explained that I wanted to comfort you, she went to visit King Viserys and proposed our betrothal.” He lets go of your hands and moves his own up to gently cup your face.

“Things could have been so different if my grandsire hadn’t gotten into my mother's head. Do you think we would have been happy?”

“We still could be.”

You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, making it hard to breathe. “Wh-what do you mean?” Jacaerys couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought he did. “What do you mean we still could be?”

“Marry me, here in Winterfell.”

“You have more courage than any knight I know for even posing such a thing.”

A smile curls on his lips. “It’s not a joke. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember; if you say no, I will respect that. But if you agree, for the rest of my life, I will spend every day loving you and keeping you safe. Nobody will ever be able to hurt you again.”

His eyes follow your movement as you bring his fingers to your mouth and plant a gentle kiss on them. “My sweet prince, we cannot. Aegon told me, If I betray him, then it’s your life he will take.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

—

Since Northern wedding vows were shared in front of a weirwood tree in the presence of the old god that they believed in, you wanted to be careful not to offend them with your Old Valyrian custom, so Jacaerys purposed you did the ceremony yourselves, outside, surrounded by nothing but the moonlight and your dragons flying above.

You cut each other's lips with a blade made of dragonglass. Jacaerys cuts his hand and rubs a mark on each of your foreheads to signify the continuation of your bloodline. You pledge to each other, “one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

“I’ve va moriot jorrāelatan ao.”

“My sweet Jacaerys, I feel the same way.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and saying everything you wish becomes difficult. Jace leans down, pressing his cold lips against your own. An electric spark you’ve never felt passes through you; it was strong enough to make the snow nipping at your skin momentarily disappear. You wanted this; you wanted him. Jacaerys finally being yours felt surreal—a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

When Jace pulls back slightly and mumbles against your lips, “We should go back inside. I don’t want my bride to catch a cold.”

—

Nervously, you walk towards the bed covered in layers of fur and find yourself almost digging at your nails again, but when you feel a gentle kiss pressed to the back of your neck, the tension you're holding eases slightly, but the butterflies in your stomach aren’t completely gone.

“We don’t need to do anything,” Jacaerys says quietly. “We are married now; there is no rush.”

You did want to be intimate with Jace, but now that you were standing here, you felt unworthy of him. Bruises from Aegon holding you down still linger on your skin, and it made you feel disgusting.

“I do, but... I’m afraid of what comes next,” you admit. “The repercussion of—”

He cuts you off with a kiss and says, “Whatever happens next, I’ll protect you.”

For once you hold your tongue, not wanting to loudly question how impossible that would be, You sigh, “I wish I could turn all the thoughts in my brain off, even for a short time, so I could revel in my husband's warmth.”

“I could help with that.”

Curious, you lock eyes with him. “What do you mean?”

“I could make you feel good without having sex, but only if you wish it.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod. You weren’t entirely sure what his plan was, but you trusted Jace enough to follow through with his words. Taking your hand, he guides you to lay back on the bed. He kisses down your neck. “Promise me, you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Promise.”

Jacaerys kisses down your clothed body until he reaches your thighs. He pushes your skirts up to your waist, then slowly pulls your small cloth down. You await the stinging stretch of Jace pushing his cock into you at any second, but instead you feel his hot breath on your core. “Wh—what are you doing?”

“I’m going to make the sweetest thing the gods ever made.”

“Do you mean—oh fuck!”

Jace spreads your folds open with his fingers, then dips his tongue inside of you.

“Gods, that feels good!”

One of your trusted ladies in waiting once told you that a gold cloak had ‘eaten her cunny’ and shared how good it felt. Ever since you had been curious about the act, this was far better than anything you could have imagined. Jace hooks his arms around your thighs, holding you in place while turning his attention to your clitoral area and flicking over it with his tongue.

Lewd moans fall from your mouth as the coil in your stomach snaps, and you reach the first climax a man has ever given you.

Jace wipes his glistening lips and chin with his sleeve before moving up the bed and laying beside you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then gently caresses the soft flesh of your thigh. “We don’t need to go any further.“

“I want you, Jace; I want this.”

Hearing those words fall from your lips, he quickly lowers his breeches until his hard cock springs free. Jace rolls over, lines himself up with you, and slowly begins to push inside you. His thrusts are gentle as his touch is soft, making you feel cared for, almost safe. Jace peppers your neck in kisses while bringing his thumb to your clitoral area and starts to rub it, taking great pleasure in how tightly you squeeze him. “Gods,” he moans. “You’re so perfect, Ness; I think you were made for me.”

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you fight to hold them back, not wanting to ruin the moment. Jace notices and immediately stops his movements. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, keep going, please, please!”

Slowly he starts to thrust into you again; he seems unsure until you wrap your legs around his waist, which encourages him to go faster again. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak for the second time, and Jacaerys isn’t far behind.

—

Your fingers glide over Jacaerys bare back as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. The both of you were sticky with sweat, but you’d stopped caring hours ago.

While being so caught up in making love, Jacaerys hadn’t noticed the bruises on your body until he collapsed, panting and gasping beside you. If it wasn’t for exhaustion overtaking him, he would still be expressing his fury.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, his voice laced with sleep.

“How the sun is rising.”

Looking out the window, you can see the orange and pink hues of the sky, and the snowfall is becoming heavier. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill your lungs.

Whatever happens next, you must remember that you’re the blood of the dragon, and you must be strong.

I’ve always loved you — I’ve va moriot jorrāelatan ao

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vermithorn · 1 year

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* DAYDREAM

pairing: modern!jacaerys velaryon x reader x modern!cregan stark

summary: you have an idea, and when your boyfriend cregan tells his best friend jacaerys about it, jacaerys thinks he's hallucinating.

contains: afab!reader, fingering, oral (f!), p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, a threesome of some sort, slight aftercare, guided intercourse? lmao.

author's note: THANK YOU BEL FOR REQUESTING THIS !!! I've been experiencing a block because i cannot do shit (university moment) and this was like,,, smooth??? JSDJHFSD i enjoyed this more than i should,,, so i hope yall like it as i do hehe! please leave feedback! english is not my first language so be kind fuckers! enJOY

tags: @vhagarlovebot @ilikeitbetterangsty @chompchompluke

“Are you insane?”

Cregan chuckled, giving his friend an amused look, leaning on the chair and crossing his arms.

“Jace, she brought it up, and I’m not opposed if that’s what you’re thinking.” Cregan grinned when Jacaerys’ jaw dropped, eyes widening.

“She brought it up? Are you for real?” Cregan rolled his eyes, sipping from his beer as he watched Jacaerys have a breakdown in front of him. “Am I hallucinating?”

It was no secret that Jacaerys had a crush on you, the girlfriend of his best friend. He confessed his secret one time when they were both drunk, Jacaerys was scared that Cregan would drop him, but his friend just laughed it off and gave him his classic warm smile.

But Jacaerys made sure not to overstep any boundaries on your relationship with Cregan, keeping his hands to himself when around you, just a little kiss on your cheek as a greeting and nothing more, leaving him more flustered than it should be.

So imagine his surprise when Cregan dropped that bomb on him, his mind running a thousand miles per hour and his heart threatening to leave his chest.

“A threesome?” Jacaerys stuttered, a blush blossoming on his face.

Cregan nodded, “Mostly you doing the job and I’ll guide you through it,” His friend grinned wolfishly, “You know, to guide you of what she likes.”

Jacaerys gulped, Cregan had a lascivious look on his face that Jacaerys only saw when he was with you, mostly in clubs when you two were in a corner making out.

“Are you sure, Cregan? I don’t want to overstep.” Cregan’s grin morphed into a soft smile, instantly soothing Jacaerys’ nerves.

“Yeah buddy, don’t worry, I wouldn’t be telling you this if I didn’t agree with it,” Jacaerys nodded, somewhat relaxed now, “Also, she’s very eager to see what you can do.”

Jacaerys furiously blushed, nudging his friend away.

Jacaerys was one second away from puking, his hand frozen on the door handle of your shared apartment with Cregan, he finally got the courage to knock, shaking slightly.

To his bad luck, you opened the door.

“Jace, hi.” Your voice sounded sweet, but your eyes showed a predatory glint he hadn't seen before, he gulped before stepping into your home as you moved to the side.

You both haven't spoken since the day Cregan told him about your idea (a few days at most), and Jacaerys couldn't help but feel more nervous in front of you now, under your gaze.

“Hello,” He says quietly, his eyes darting around the room, searching for a sign to run away before he regrets it.

You gave him a small smile, “Cregan is in the kitchen, don’t be nervous.”

Jacaerys returned the smile, feeling better as you seemed relaxed around him, you chuckled softly grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen, making him blush furiously.

When you entered the kitchen with him by your side, Cregan was cutting fruits wearing a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, you approached him dropping Jacaerys’ hand and kissing Cregan on the jaw.

“Love,” You mumbled, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

Jacaerys stilled, his eyes widened as he watched the intimate moment between you and his best friend. He felt like an intruder standing there in the kitchen door watching you two, a voyeur of some sort.

Cregan chuckled, his gaze falling on Jacaerys after your ministrations on his neck. “Hey buddy, how are you?”

Jacaerys stuttered an answer, “H-hey.”

Cregan smiled warmly at him, his arm sliding into your waist, holding you closer. “I’ll finish this and we can start, yeah?”

You giggled against his neck, leaving kisses below his jaw, but his eyes were glued on Jacaerys who was fixated on your actions.

Jacaerys realized Cregan was talking to him.

“Oh yeah, yes sure, it’s fine.” He blushed, embarrassed by his incompetence.

This was going to be the death of Jacaerys.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, Cregan standing in front of you with his hand on your chin holding it softly making you look up at him.

Jacaerys swore you had stars in your eyes while looking up at your boyfriend, a lazy smile on your face as Cregan whispered things only you could hear.

Cregan took a step back, winking subtly at you as he made his way to Jacaerys who was standing very stiffly in the door frame of your shared room watching you two.

“Jace, are you still on board?” Jacaerys snapped his gaze to his friend standing in front of him and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Yes, sorry, I’m just a little nervous.” You smiled softly at him from the bed, and Cregan chuckled slightly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry mate, you’re going to do just fine,” Jacaerys released a shaky exhale, nodding at his friend, “Go to her.”

Jacaerys looked your way, you were sitting patiently on the bed with your hands on your lap, waiting for your boyfriend’s instructions. You gave him an encouraging grin as he stepped closer to you.

You looked up at him, Jacaerys was pretty, that was clear. His soft brown eyes were intoxicating enough on their own, but his tall lean build was indeed a plus. “You’re so pretty, Jace,” You murmured, tilting your head.

He blushed furiously, in a sudden bold move of cupping your face, his fingers against your jaw. “You’re prettier,” He said softly, caressing the side of your face.

Your soft smile morphed into a wolfish grin, “You’re very tall too, is your cock big?”

Cregan chuckled and that startled Jacaerys, forgetting his best friend was standing behind him looking at every action he made on his girlfriend. Jacaerys felt his friend take a step towards him, standing right behind him, Jacaerys' back against Cregan’s chest.

Cregan was taller than Jacaerys, “Take her shirt off,” He said softly near his ear, but he knew it was a command.

Jacaerys exhaled softly, grounding himself for his task. He looked at you, waiting for you to consent.

You gave him a nod, “Jace, follow his orders, yeah?”

You thought it was sweet how nervous he was, but willing to comply and ask for consent in his every action. You looked intently into his brown eyes as he took your shirt off of you, smirking slightly at his blushed face.

You were wearing nothing underneath your oversized (Cregan’s by the way) shirt, and Jacaerys’ eyes glued to your chest instantly, gulping harshly at the sight. “What now?” He stuttered, breathlessly.

Cregan smirked, whispering huskily, “Touch her, she likes when I play with her tits, a lot of biting and sucking.”

Jacaerys inhaled sharply, nodding stiffly as he lowered his head to your chest, bringing a hand up and squeezing your breast gently at first, as he looked into your eyes with his face crimson red.

He brought up his other hand to squeeze your other breast, cupping it as he started playing with your nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs, and his squeezes getting harder with each second.

He finally lowered his face towards your chest, wrapping his lips around your breast, mouthing and sucking, his tongue lapping around your hardened pebble. He started leaving marks, first softly trying not to hurt you, but slowly getting harsher, leaving purple marks around your breast making you moan.

He froze at the sound, looking up at you with wide lustful eyes. “You like that?” He whispered, returning to his ministrations on your tits.

Cregan chuckled as you moaned softly, your hand traveling to Jacaerys’ brown curls grabbing them tightly and pushing his head towards you, to keep him in place sucking and biting.

Jacaerys moaned against your chest, feeling himself getting harder in his trousers at the sounds you were making and the feeling of your soft skin on his mouth.

Cregan put a hand on Jacaerys shoulder, “Take her pants off, get her on the pillows,” You released your grip on Jacaerys’ hair and he pulled away from your breast with a pop, his face flushed looking at you with doe eyes.

“Yes, right.” Jacaerys nudged you into the bed, as you crawled into the pillows, your back against them.

Jacaerys followed you into the bed, looking into your eyes as he slipped your sweatpants off, leaving you in your black lace panties and nothing else.

He inhaled sharply again, taking in the sight of your body. He looked you up and down, drinking your curves and your bare chest, which he was becoming more intoxicated and attracted with every second passing.

“You’re so beautiful,” He muttered, his hands shaking slightly.

“Thank you, Jace.” You purred, looking at him with hooded eyes.

Cregan nudged Jacaerys into you, “Take her underwear off, I want you to look at her closely and tell me what you think of my girlfriend.”

Jacaerys’ shaky hands reached the top of your panties, slowly sliding them down revealing your wet cunt. He had your underwear in his hands, and he stared at them watching the wet patch on them, the result of his earlier actions on your tits.

In a sudden move, he put your panties on his nose, taking a deep inhale into the wet spot. “You smell godly,”

He heard you swear, and Cregan chuckled darkly.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Jace.”

Jacaerys turned around to look at Cregan, his eyes pleading, “Can I taste her? Please?”

Cregan grinned wolfishly and nodded, “Go on,”

Jacaerys wasted no time on lowering his head towards your lower stomach, leaving kisses and licking his way down to your thighs, kissing and nibbling on the skin near your center.

He positioned himself between your thighs, his arms around your legs holding you down to the bed, his hands on your waist.

He looked up at you and saw how you were biting your lip as you looked back at him, breathing heavily with your hands gripping the sheets. “Eat, Jacaerys.”

He nodded, his warm breath on your center making you shudder. He started by licking your wet folds, eagerly lapping at them, and moaning while doing it. Your hand traveled to his brown curls again and pulled them roughly, moving his head to your pearl.

“Suck.”

He wasted no time, wrapping his lips against your clit and sucking it keenly.

You moaned loudly, thrusting your hips against his face to encourage him to continue. He continued sucking harder and faster, groaning against your wet cunt.

“Put a finger in her,” He heard Cregan talk behind him, and he removed one of the hands holding you by the waist to move it towards your entrance.

He continued sucking on your pearl while his finger traced your folds, until it reached your tight hole, intruding on it.

“Is she tight? Or is she wet enough to add another finger?” Cregan said, mockingly looking down at you while you were writhing against Jacaerys mouth and finger, “I know she can take another one, do it.”

Jacaerys followed the command, inserting two fingers inside your warm cunt as he lapped eagerly at your pearl. His fingers move in a motion hitting your spongy spot effectively, making you whimper pulling his hair harder.

“Fuck, Jace,” You moan, your other hand flying to your breast, pinching and rubbing your nipple.

Jacaerys hears Cregan laugh, “Add a third,” He complies, working you with his fingers and tongue simultaneously, making you come undone with him sucking eagerly at your release.

You’re panting heavily, Jacaerys pulls slightly away from your pussy and you see his mouth and chin wet, he sees you give him a lazy smile while you still catch your breath. “You’re decent enough, Jace.”

He smiled at you, still in the trance of the opportunity it was given to him. He made you come undone with his tongue and fingers, he was on cloud nine.

Cregan’s voice snapped him back to reality, “Well, I think she’s ready to get fucked senseless, what do you think, buddy?”

Jacaerys suddenly stood up from his place between your thighs, he looked at Cregan with wide eyes. “Are you sure?”

Cregan rolled his eyes amused, “Yes, Jacaerys, don't you see how eager my girlfriend is to get fucked by you?”

Jacaerys gasped, snapping his head back to you, the sight making his knees buckle.

You were laying on your back spreading your legs, your wet cunt in full display for them as you slowly circled your pearl with two fingers, the other squeezing your breast as you looked at them expectantly. “Are you still thinking with the wrong head?”

Cregan shook his head, delighted by your teasing towards his friend.

Jacaerys gave his friend a last questioning look, and Cregan nodded. He wasted no time on getting off of his clothes, taking his shirt off revealing his well-toned body from working out.

His eyes were glued on your pussy, watching it intently as you kept the circling motions on your clit. He removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on with a very prominent outline of his dick showing.

Your gaze fell to his crotch, he was well-endowed and it showed clearly. “You’re big,” You muttered, then looked back at your boyfriend who was smirking, “I was right, love.”

Jacaerys blushed furiously at the thought of you and Cregan discussing his dick size when he wasn’t around, making him more aroused than he was before.

“Take them off, Jace, let me see you.” You whispered huskily, tilting your head as you looked at him hungrily.

Jacaerys felt himself crumble at your request, shakily removing his underwear revealing his impossibly hard cock, with precum leaking from his red tip.

You muttered under your breath, “Fuck, you are big.”

Jacaerys gulped, somewhat embarrassed for being exposed between his two friends this way, but he looked back at Cregan as if he was waiting for a command.

Cregan looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want to go raw, love?”

Jacaerys let out a low grunt when you nodded enthusiastically, “I want to feel him all inside of me.”

He wasted no time and positioned himself between your thighs again, but this time his hard cock near your entrance. He brushed the tip on your wet folds, gathering your juices on his length as he softly rocked his hips, grinding against your core.

You let out a whine, and he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your wet cunt soaking his cock, he pressed harder against your pussy, grinding harshly.

He almost lost control, but Cregan’s voice grounded him, “Eager, buddy? Don’t waste my time, fuck her.”

Jacaerys whimpered softly at the command, grabbing his hardened length and positioning the tip on your hole, slowly entering and groaning at the sensation of your tight warm cunt hugging his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He muttered breathlessly as he bottomed out, his full length inside of you.

When he looked at your face you had your eyes closed, gripping the sheets firmly, Jacaerys cock breaking you in two.

After a few moments settling in, breathing slowly to ground yourself, you whispered for him to move.

He started slowly, soft but long thrusts as he built up a pace you two were comfortable with, while you still struggled a little adjusting to his size.

Jacaerys was concentrated on your face and the way you frowned as his cock brushed your spongy spot, making you moan softly every time he rocked his hips. He didn’t hear Cregan move around to sit beside you in the bed, holding your face softly as he kissed you and whispered things only you could hear.

Cregan keep kissing you as Jacaerys fucked you slowly, his hands gripping your hips. “Go harder, Jace.” He heard Cregan say, and he only could comply, his hips snapping harder against your tight cunt, your walls fluttering around his cock that hit all the right spots inside you.

You started to moan louder, grounding yourself by kissing your boyfriend and Jacaerys holding your hips, his cock going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“You’re doing so good, love, you’re taking Jacaerys so well for me,” Cregan praised you between kisses, nibbling on your lip as you moaned in his mouth, “Are you close, love? Are you going to come for me?”

You nodded sharply, eyes closed as Cregan kissed your neck leaving little marks on your skin.

Jacaerys hips snapped harder and faster, his release approaching. He grunted, your pussy clenching around his cock and your loud moans were enough to send him over the edge.

He couldn’t form words, the pleasure being too intense. “Where,” He gulped, mind hazy, “Where can I cum?”

You whimpered, your back arching as your hand traveled to your pearl, circling your fingers eagerly looking for your own release.

“Inside,” He heard Cregan distantly, and he couldn’t help the high-pitched moan that came out of his mouth, spilling his seed inside your warm fluttering cunt.

He kept thrusting, helping you chase your peak, and it was worth the overstimulation because the sound you made when you came all over his cock was heavenly.

“Fuck,” After a few moments, he pulled out slowly and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean you up.

You and Cregan shared a look, giving him a lazy smile and pulling him for a deep kiss as you waited for Jacaerys to come back.

He came back, still very much naked, and approached you, “Can I?” His voice was quiet, and he looked into your eyes, pleading.

You nodded, and he started wiping you with the warm towel, cleaning you up, “Thank you, Jace.”

He finished his little task and put some clothes on as he watched how your boyfriend helped you dress up too. He stood up awkwardly a few meters away from you two, not knowing what to do next.

You whispered something in Cregan’s ear, making him chuckle.

You winked at Jacaerys, “How about we do this again some other time?”

Jacaerys was now absolutely sure that he was hallucinating this whole thing, blushing furiously as he nodded making you two laugh.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Hiiii, could you do an aemond one shot where the reader is rhaenyra's and harwins daughter and she is married to jacaerys but just like her mother all her children are her lovers aka Aemond's but she's more open about their relationship. Like Rhaeynra has ignore it because she has had bastard children too even tho she's dying in the inside. Also Jacaeyrs will be king so "their" children will be heirs. I just live for the drama lol.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Aemond x Niece!reader

summary: reader is Rhaenyra's and Harwins daughter and she is married to jacaerys but just like her mother all her children are her lovers aka Aemond's but she's more open about their relationship. Like Rhaenyra has ignore it because she has had bastard children too even tho she's dying in the inside. Also Jacaerys will be king so "their" children will be heirs.

Word count: 1,3K

Warnings: Angst, smut, P in V, infidelity

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Masterlist 2

"Do you really have to go?" Aemond whined, holding you close by the waist. His fingers kneading the flesh of your hips loving the extra weight added there from your last pregnancy wit your youngest, Aegor who was now two moons old.

"You know I do Aemond, the queen requested my presence" Your fingers threaded through his hair massaging his scalp. He whimpered at the pressure, his cock was slowly hardening again even though he had just emptied his load inside of you less than fifteen minutes ago.

"Will your husband be there?" Aemond asked. His hands slowly slithered down to your bottom groping the flesh. You gasped shocked by the harshness of his touch, you loved it so freaking much.

"Naturally as the father of Daerion he is requested for the preparations of his nameday" You pulled back to look down at his face. His head rested on the pillows with his hair around his head like a hallow of blonde-white hair. His eyepatch was nowhere to be found and his sapphire gleamed in the morning light.

"Another feast I presume" Aemond smirked as his thrusted his hips up earning a squeak from you. His cock was still stuffed inside of you growing harder by the second, your mere presence made him hard.

"Which reminds m-me of y-yesterday's feast. Did you really have to ngh flirt with that Baratheon girl?" You moaned throwing your head back with each move of his hips. You could not help but join his movement, rolling your hips before picking yourself to jump on his cock up and down, searching for your relief.

"Jealous are we?" Aemond teased rolling you over below him. He moved your legs to wrap around his waist so he could thrust deeper inside of you. You were used to him, all of him from all angles and positions and you loved every single one of them, every single inch you took inside of you.

"I just see that it was super unnecessary" You tried excusing your words. Aemond gave a particularly hard thrust, the sound of his balls meeting your ass made heat rise up to your cheeks. You cried out holding him closer. He leaned down to mouth as your neck making sure to nibble hard enough to leave marks for his sister to see.

"Just admit you are jealous" Aemond whispered in your ear, picking up his pace knowing you did not have much time together and you were needed to prepare for your son's nameday celebration.

"So what, you are mine and mine alone and I get to be jealous over you" You hissed. Aemond chuckled against your ear before a moan of his own slipped through to join your moans and cries of pleasure, he was near. You did not care who heard or who saw, you knew everyone knew of this happening. You heard the whispers and the talking so you did not give a rat's ass. Sometimes you would even spend the whole day in the gardens with Aemond and your children in front of people, you did not care. You were the wife of the heir who accepted your children and loved them as if they were his own making them legitimate, no one can say anything.

"It was only for show in front of your mother, my love" Aemond assured. Your fingers slid down his back as punishment making angry red lines down his back. He whimpered at the pain, he loved it so much. You cried throwing your head back as you spasmed around his cock, releasing your cum around his length. He followed you soon after shooting his white hot cum deep inside of your womb.

"I love you"

I love you too"

You and Jace married when you were very young, your relationship was neutral and still is. You tried doing your duty, many times but it only left you disappointed every time your moon's blood showed up and realised that one of you was barren. You wanted to see if it was you so you formed a plan in your head to seduce someone and sleep with them and Aemond was the man you chose. You did not see yourself falling for him but when he became attentive to you from the very beginning, it was inevitable. When you fell pregnant you immediately told Jace, not wanting his hopes to go up, he surprisingly understood.

Your eldest was born nine moons after with your uncle's white-blonde hair unlike yours and Jace's dark locks. You were terrified and to ease your mind Jace joked that your mother's gene finally one and shined through in your child. Your mother thought that was true, and she loved Daerion more than anything in the world. You and Jace made an agreement that whatever was happening between you and Aemond can resume if he gets to start an affair of his own with Sara Snow, you liked the bastard of the north she was a nice girl, you agreed whole heartedly wanting only the best for your brother.

A year later your daughter Saerra followed with the same white-blonde hair and her father's nose. your mother grew even more suspicious then especially when you asked for Aemond to hold the babe instead of Jace. When her brother held the girl so close she could finally see the resemblance. A gasp tore through her throat and her face hardened but then she noticed the way Jace hugged you and kissed your head, YOUR HEAD, not even bothering to kiss your lips in front of her.

She opened her eyes then and watched the way you three acted. She noticed the closeness between Jacaerys and the Snow girl. She noticed the way they usually took walks together in the garden while you were nowhere to be found. She noticed the way you and Jace never shared a room and sometimes moans could be heard from your rooms at the same time, you two were fucking other people.

Only recently came your second son, Aegor, brown hair like your and brown eyes like yours but he had Aemond's face. She had no doubt that when he grew up the only thing that will make her tell them apart would be their hair colour.

"Apologies for being late, Aegor was fussy" You lied as you slid down beside Jace on the couch. Your mother's eyes narrowed at you, she knew you were lying she was with her grandson only half an hour ago.

"Is he alright, sister?" Jace asked. He worried for his nephew, he was still family. That is what you loved about Jace, he was always attentive as well but in a brotherly way and not the Targrayen brotherly way.

"Oh yes brother, a little cold" You shrugged him off. You two were not even bothering to call each other pet names like couples do, no my love, no my husband/wife, no dear, nothing. Rhaenyra downed her wine knowing she had no right to judge or point out any of this having had bastards of her own.

"Shall we begin?" She hissed sitting down and crossing her arms. Daerion was turning five namedays soon and it was time to prepare for the celebrations.

"I wish this year for a quiet celebrations, I would be heavily pregnant during his birthday" You said. Your mother's eyes widened at your revelation. This time you and Jace did not even bother to stage a fake bedding for the servants she planted for you, she did not receive any news of you two visiting each other.

"Oh what a wonderful morning" Jace pulled you in for a hug. He was truly happy for you to have found love and had started a family. He loved having nephews and nieces, he can imagine them as his one since he could not have his own children. You eyes your mother who looked ready to burst, face red with anger and eyes wide while her hands were fisting her dress tightly, you smirked daring her to speak, daring her to reveal the truth that everyone knew.

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Consequences

Summary: Reader has been kidnapped by the Greens as payback for the murder of Ser Criston Cole. Now, Aemond, alongside the rest of the Blacks must plot to get her back.

Finale of the Traitors Series

Part I, Part II, Part III Here

Warnings: war acts/cussing/blood/sexual assault (implied & talks of r*pe)/kidnapping/crying/torture & injuries/incest/infertility/moon tea (iykyk)/arranged marriage/mentions of breastfeeding/VERY DARK & ANGSTY

Word Count: 6695 (it's a finale, it has to be long!)

*NOT MY GIF*

Aemond awoke that morning to find his bedside empty, which was not unusual per se. He was quite used to you waking up earlier to go nurse the twins. Though as he dressed for the day, he half-expected you to return, so that you would accompany him to breakfast like normal.

However, the urgent knocking at the door, pulled him from his thoughts, "Enter," he answered as he finished dressing.

"My Prince," the guard bowed quickly, "Her Grace has called an emergency council meeting and requests that you make haste to the Great Hall."

Aemond nodded, "Has my wife been notified as well?"

"I beg your pardon, my Prince, but I cannot be sure," the guard explained, "But Her Majesty sent the Queensguard to gather all members of the royal family."

Aemond gave him another nod before the two made their way to Dragonstone's Great Hall. All the Lords and Ladies stood around the Painted Table, muttering amongst themselves. Aemond tried to push past the uneasiness he felt when the room fell silent upon his entry.

"Your Grace," Aemond bowed to your mother, "Apologies for not accompanying the Princess, I was not sure where-"

"Aemond," her voice a bit hoarse, "Something has happened."

The prince felt his stomach sink further, "Where is Y/N?" he asked with the silent hope that you'd walk in at that very moment.

"There was a message delivered earlier this morning," your mother's shaky voice explained. Maester Gerardys held a piece of parchment, the green Targaryen seal broken, as he began reading it over the table.

"To the False Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and all of the traitorous members of her Black Council. The Bastard Princess Y/N must answer for her crimes against the Crown. Including the murder of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Criston Cole. The Princess will be tried and if found guilty, executed on the morrow. Signed, on behalf of His Grace, King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm," the Maester concluded.

Aemond's jaw tensed and his fists balled. Anger seemed to be steaming off of him, like a dragon exuding smoke.

"What is to be done about this?" Luke spoke up.

Jace nearly scoffed at your younger brother's question, "They have our sister. I do not care what means they wish to justify, we will reign fire upon them and-"

"Jacaerys," your mother's tone stern.

Your older brother's jaw tensed, "My apologies, Your Grace. That was out of turn."

Eyes fell to Aemond, one of his hands already gripping the handle of his sword on his hip. His breathing seemed strangely even as he kept his gaze focused on the glowing King's Landing carved into the Painted Table.

"What do we believe to be the best course of action?" your mother addressed her advisors.

Before anyone could move to speak, Aemond turned to leave the Great Hall. That was before various members of the Queensguard took a step into his path.

"I will only say this once, out of my way," the first thing that had left his lips since learning of your kidnapping. All of the knights looked to their Queen for further instruction. Aemond's own head turned slightly.

"Where are you going, Aemond?" she asked.

Your husband turned around slowly, "I'm going to kill our brother."

An almost hushed gasp left the mouths of the Black council, "Aemond, you must know that is foolish," she began to argue, "You'd be slaughtered. And what good will that do Y/N?"

"I do not plan to act alone," his eye fell to your brothers, "The young princes will help me to escort her safely from the city."

Your mother moved to protest, already shaking her head adamantly, "No, they will n-"

"Yes, we will," Jace had already stepped up, joining Aemond's side as Luke trailed behind.

"Jace, Luke, this is far too dangerous," she argued, "You could be killed. All of you. I will not risk my children if I do not have to. Let me send Ser Erryk and the rest-"

"With all due respect, Your Grace, she is our sister," Jace argued.

"It has to be us," Luke finished.

Your mother closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. I grant you leave. Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys, your sole mission is to stealthly and safely extract the Princess Y/N from the Red Keep. Prince Aemond," she turned to address your husband, his face remained hard, "You are aware of your mission."

"Your Grace," the three young men bowed. The Queensguard stepped aside, allowing your brothers and husband to pass. Jace and Luke taking off to the Dragonmont first after exchanging their goodbyes with your mother.

"Aemond," she stopped your husband, "If you do this, may the Gods have mercy on your soul."

"While I appreciate the sentiment, it is not my soul you should pray for, Your Grace."

But even the mercy of both the old Gods and the new, would not be enough to save Aegon from his younger brother's wrath. Not after Aemond found out what Aegon had been doing.

"Now I can see why Aemond is so taken with you, sweet niece," Aegon snickered as he laced his britches back up, "Most women's bodies never look the same after having a baby."

You lay facing away from him, curled into yourself. The blood ran down your legs, staining the once-pale linen sheets as you let the tears fall across your cheeks.

Aegon knocked back another cup of wine as he finished dressing. He came around to your side of the bed, "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll put another baby in your belly. Wouldn't that be fitting? Bastards for a bastard," he pushed your messed hair from your face as you stared blankly ahead, "Ugh, you know you're dreadfully boring. I liked you better when I was fucking you."

"He's going to kill you," your voice cracked, raw from your screams.

Aegon rushed back over to you, tugging your head back by the nape of your neck, "What did you say?"

"He's going to kill you," you hissed, "Aemond," the letcher tried hard to hide the fear in his eyes, "You think that chair keeps you safe? After he finds out what you've done, there won't be a place in all Seven Kingdoms you can hide from my husband."

"You've never known when to keep your bitch mouth shut," he threw you back onto the bed, "My brother can try to kill me all he likes. It won't undo what's already done, will it?" Aegon cackled drunkenly, "Have the maids change the sheets. I want them fresh for when I return after supper."

And with that, he left you. In a ball of pain, tears, fear, anger, and blood. Locked away. And Aegon was right. Even if Aemond or your mother's council managed to save you, it wouldn't change what Aegon had done to you.

You couldn't be sure how much time had passed when you heard a soft knock on the door, "Y/N?" a soothing voice called for you.

You turned, sitting up from your fetal position on the bed, "Helaena, come in," you sniffled as you pulled on your nearby robe.

She gave you a pitiful smile, a tray of various articles in her hands, "These will help." Helaena made her way over to you, taking a small basin of warm water and a cloth, "May I?"

You nodded as she carefully wiped over the cuts that littered your bruised face and body. She was even more gentle when she wiped the blood from the inside of your calf, offering you the rag before she got higher up.

"Thank you," you muttered as you wiped the remaining dried blood away, wincing slightly.

Helaena extended two warm mugs to you, trading them for the red-stained cloth, "One is milk of the poppy to ease the pain and the other is moon tea to..." her voice trailed off as she rang out the bloodied rag instead.

You drank them both down quickly, handing her back the emptied cups, "I know what it is for. Thank you, Helaena." She set them both down and moved the tray off the bed.

"I am sorry," she spoke as softly as usual, "I hope you know that you do not deserve this, Y/N-"

"And neither do you," you finished.

Helaena avoided your eyes, "He is my husband and their King."

"But not your king?" she stayed silent, "Helaena, it is me, good sister. You may speak freely. You know I'd never betray your trust."

"He is a monster," her voice trembling as she spoke, "Mother said it was my duty to provide him with heirs. I've always wanted children. I tried. But the Gods will not allow it. And I cannot blame them. Why would they allow me to bring a child into this?"

"Oh, Helaena," you took her hands in yours, "I am truly sorry. I know you never desired to be married to Aegon. Had this all been right, you should have married Jacaerys. You might have even been happy. Surely happier than you are now."

"Do you miss your family, Y/N?"

A shaky breath left you, "Very much. I miss my mother and my brothers. I miss my step-sisters. My grandmother. Even Daemon," you laughed a bit before the sobs caught in your throat, "I miss my children. My sweet babies. I know they would love to meet their Aunt Helaena."

She smiled sweetly through her tears, "And Aemond?"

You nodded, sniffling as your own tears fell, "Yes. I miss Aemond. I miss them all. So very much."

Before the two of you could properly find comfort in one another's vulnerability, the chamber doors swung open. The Dowager Queen entered along with Ser Otto Hightower and Ser Arryk Cargyll.

Queen Alicent confused as to why her own daughter was with you, "My Queen," they all bowed to Helaena, "What are you doing with the prisoner?"

"Y/N should not be our prisoner. She is my sister. She is Aemond's wife, the mother of his children-"

"She murdered the Lord Commander, Your Grace," The Hand cut in, "And as for your younger brother, he will be dealt with when the time comes. Now, come along, my Queen. The accused must ready themselves for their trial on the morrow."

Helaena looked to you, apology and pity on her face, "It's alright, Your Grace. Thank you for your help."

"Good night, Princess," she curtsied, "The sapphire will shatter the ruby." It was never unusual for Helaena to give such cryptic messages and yet, you still only understood them once it was too late.

"Ser Arryk, escort Queen Helaena back to her chambers," the Dowager Queen instructed, "I need a moment alone with the Princess Y/N."

Ser Arryk heeded Alicent's commands and led Helaena from the room. Ser Otto exchanged a glance with his daughter before following the young Queen and knight. The door shut behind him as Alicent lingered about the room.

"I remember the last time the two of us were in this room, Princess," she spoke.

You refused to look at her, staring out of the windows at Blackwater Bay, "As do I, Your Grace," your hands falling to your stomach, remembering the sweet feeling of when it swelled with you and Aemond's babies.

"I have heard little about what became of my grandchild. I pray they are alive and well."

You tried to bite back the tears at the mention of your children, "Grandchildren," you corrected her, "Twins. A boy and a girl. Both healthy. And silver-haired, I know you tend to worry about things like that, Your Grace."

Alicent let out a small laugh, or possibly a scoff, "Even though we are the ones who carry and bore them, children do seem to have a habit of inheriting their father's features. What are their names?"

"Viserys and Visenya. For my Grandsire and baby sister. They were born on Dragonstone mere days after both their passings."

"Such a sweet sentiment. I hope to meet them someday," she muttered, "Princess, last time we were in this room, I offered you a deal, do you remember?"

This time you outright scoffed, "How could I forget? My life and the lives of my unborn children in exchange for bending the knee to Aegon and betraying my own mother."

"I would not have put it that way. But it does not matter now. Aegon is King and you are here just the same."

"What is your point, Alicent? Unless you merely came to gloat about how you've managed to tear apart our entire family."

"Tomorrow, your life seems to be up for forfeit yet again. So, I come to you with another proposition," your brow raised as she spoke, "The Hand thinks it wise to annul your marriage to Aemond, as he is a traitor to the Crown-"

"As am I, if you've forgotten," you interrupted, "I do not think you will find another lord who would take my hand. And my lack of virtue will definitely not aid in that."

"It is not a lord that we intend and I can assure you that your lack of virtue will not be considered a fault," she answered, your brow furrowed with her pause, "King Aegon."

You wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it and yet you felt your heart sink at her unwavering demeanor, "You're madder than even I wished to believe."

The Queen Mother cleared her throat, "The King is in need of heirs. You have proven to be fertile enough to provide him with them. You said it yourself, healthy babes with silver hair. And that is exactly what His Grace requires."

You were in utter disbelief, "What of Helaena? You'd have me displace your own daughter."

"It is in keeping with Targaryen customs, is it not? Aegon the Conqueror took both his sisters to wife. Why should my son be any different than his namesake?"

"Your son is no conqueror," you spat, "You and that council of leeches have tried time and time again to break Aemond and me apart. What makes you think this time will be any different?"

"Because this time your life is forfeit, Princess. As is the rest of your family's," she explained, "If you are executed tomorrow, war is inevitable. Hundreds will die, if not thousands. Including your children and Aemond."

"You'd kill your own son and grandchildren? All for a wastrel who never wanted to sit the Iron Throne in the first place."

"I only do what I believe to be in the best interest of the Realm, Princess. Perhaps you could learn a thing or two about that, especially if you are to serve as Queen."

"You are not only mad but completely foolish if you think forcing me to marry Aegon will do anything good for the Realm. My mother, my husband, they'd never let it stand."

"As I told you once before, Rhaenyra will not attack the Capital with her daughter in it. Especially not if her only daughter serves as Queen Consort and if the Gods are good, not if she's carrying the future heir to the throne."

"Do you truly believe the Gods to be as foolish as yourself? You think they would allow me to bear that degenerate's children? Do you truly think I would allow myself to do so?"

"Aegon is our King," she refuted, "His Grace is to be spoken of with reverence. Carrying his children would be a blessing to not only you but House Targaryen and the whole of the Realm."

"You have always known what he is and you toil in his service anyway," the Dowager Queen stood tense at your words, both of your gazes shifting to the blood-stained sheets, "And even as a new mother, I can understand only acting in what you believe to be in the best interest of your children. But does that truly mean turning a blind eye?" you spat, slowly approaching her as she stood ridged, "There are a few things I wish for you to understand, Your Grace. I want you to understand that I will never marry Aegon. Understand that he has never been half-worthy of the throne he sits," mere inches kept you from her face as you lowered your tone, "And I want you to understand this most of all, that it was you who put him there. It is you, Alicent Hightower, who will be to blame when the entire Realm burns for it."

She fought the tears you watched brim in her eyes before swallowing thickly, "Have it your way, Princess. I have tried to be more than fair. May the Father and the rest of the Seven show you just mercy on the morrow. The maids will be in soon to change your sheets. I'd hate for you to sleep in such a mess."

And with that, the Queen Mother left you. Your hands shook and before you knew it, you were tearing the messed bed sheets apart yourself, broken sobs clawing out of your already raw throat. Your chest heaved as you stared at the tattered bed before your knees fell weak and you collapsed to the carpet-covered stone. What was to become of you now?

You weren't sure how you managed to soothe yourself enough to find sleep. The Dowager Queen had commanded that you be bathed and the room rectified for His Grace. And now you were just as you were earlier that day. This time, nobody to help you clean yourself after as you lacked the strength to do it yourself.

"Sleep in it," Aegon had drunkenly mocked as he redressed, "It'll remind you how lucky you'll be to carry my heirs, Princess. Or should I say, my Queen?"

Your body snapped awake when you heard one of your chamber doors creak open as the dim light from the hall illuminated the room. Your body was ridged as you prepared yourself for the struggle yet again. You felt the bed indent behind you, it was odd for Aegon to go about it this way but you thought it best to stay as quiet as possible.

Suddenly a large hand came over your mouth and you did not hesitate to kick, flail, scream, or scratch your attacker. Your tangled hair obscured your eyesight as you fought blindly.

"Get off me!" you cried, "Stop it! Please, no!"

"Shhh, ñuha jorrāelagon, it is me," your body ceased at the familiar tones. A soft touch pushed the hair from your eyes and a sharp gasp left your lips as you were met with the sight of an eyepatch and a soft lilac eye. My love.

"A-Aemond," your voice trembled. Your hands moved to hold his face, tracing the sharp features, "Is that truly you? This is not a dream. A figment of my imagination, perhaps."

He met your hand on his face, "No, my dear wife. I am here. I came here for you."

You should have felt relief at his words but all you could manage was shame. You pulled yourself from Aemond, retreating into your designated fetal position.

"Y/N? What is it?" he reached out for you once again.

"No," you stopped him, "P-Please, do not touch me. I can barely stand you looking at me."

Aemond's brow furrowed before finally taking in your disheveled state. Your hair tangled and damp with tears and sweat. There were gashes all throughout your nightgown. Cuts and bruises decorated your body. And finally, the blood. The blood that stained everything. Your nightgown, the sheets, your legs. He had seen enough of Aegon's previous serving girls, other lowly girls from around the castle, even Helaena. There was no saving Aegon now.

"Y/N, did he-" Aemond could barely bring himself to say the words, "Did Aegon do this?"

You answered first with a sob, "I begged him to stop, Aemond. You must believe me, I did not want-"

"Shhh," he moved to hold you before pulling himself back as you flinched again. His heart breaking, "Of course, I believe you, my love. And I'm sor-"

"Please do not say you are sorry," you cut him off, "That is the last thing I want to hear. Just please promise me it won't happen again. I-I can't go through that- I won't."

"Y/N," Aemond merely placed his hand near you, careful of his movements, "I swear by the Old Gods and the New, he will never lay his hand on you again." Or anyone ever again, once Aemond was through with him.

A wave of relief washed over you as you finally managed to let your hand intertwine with Aemond's. That familiar sense of security enveloping you once again.

"I hope I can assume you have a plan to get us out of this rat's nest of a Capital?"

Aemond nodded, pulling a cloak from behind me, "Put this on. Your brothers are waiting for us."

"My brothers?" you questioned, a tug at your heart at their bravery and dedication to you.

You finished tying the cloak around you before taking Aemond's hand as he led you through the secret passageways that ran through the Red Keep. Finally coming out of the back of the castle onto one of the beaches that surrounded it. Jace and Luke standing beside their own dragons as well as Vhagar and Seasmoke. How they managed to sneak four nearly-adult dragons into King's Landing was a mystery to you.

"Sister! Y/N!" they both turned, running to you, arms open.

Aemond stepped in front of them as you stood ridged, "Slowly, boys." Both of them exchanged concerning looks.

Jace's fist curled around the hilt of his sword at the realization of why Aemond had stopped them, "He did this?"

Aemond gave a quick nod as you looked away shamefully, "And he will be dealt with accordingly."

"I'm coming with you," Jace stated, "Luke, you and Y/N fly back to Dragonstone. Mother will be expecting you."

"Go where? Jace, what are you talking about?" you questioned.

Aemond turned to you, taking your hands gently again, "You are safe and that's all that matters. Now, I need you to mount Seasmoke and fly home."

"I will. Once you do the same with Vhagar and Jace with Vermax."

"I cannot come with you this time, ñuha jorrāelagon." My love.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you came to understand what was happening. Aemond could not let what Aegon did stand. The threat you had made to the drunken usurper had come to fruition.

"Gaomā daor emagon naejot gaomagon bisa, Aemond. Kosti jikagon lenton. Kosti sagon lēda īlva riñar. Kostilus, ñuha jorrāelagon," you pleaded with your husband. You do not have to do this, Aemond. We can go home. We can be with our children. Please, my love.

"Nyke daor shijetra ñuha lēkia syt bisa. Ziry gaomas daor gūrogon ziry. Ziry ōdrikagon ao," Aemond slowly and gently took your face in his hands, "Aegon must face the consequences of his actions. I must kill him." I cannot forgive my brother for this. He does not deserve it. He hurt you.

"Aemond, if you do this, they'll-"

"Kill me," he finished, "I know."

"And you are just accepting of that? You are just accepting that you are abandoning me? Abandoning our children? Our family?!" your voice cracked as it rose.

Your husband let out a trembling sigh, "I am your sworn protector. That means I swore to rid the world of those who would bring you harm. I do not intend to abandon you, my sweet wife. My priorities were to get you out safely but to also ensure that my brother faces the dire consequences of his actions."

Arguing was pointless, Aemond's mind was made up. But that did not mean you could not try, "As my sworn protector, you made an oath to always be by my side. And our children's. And while I know your mind is set. I just ask that you promise me that you will try," his brow quirked at your request, "That you will try your best to return to me. To return to our babies. Promise me that you will try not to die, Aemond."

He took your hands in his, bringing them softly to his lips, "I promise, my love. For you and our children, I will try."

You wanted nothing more than for Aemond to wrap you so tightly in his embrace and never let you go. But another part of you could hardly deal with his hands intertwined with yours. And Aemond knew this, which is why he pushed no further.

"I love you, Aemond."

"And I love you, Y/N."

"Y/N! Aemond!" you turned to see Jace pointing up at the Red Keep, Aegon's knights marching about, looking for you.

"You must go," Aemond pulled you over to Seasmoke, aiding you as you mounted his back, "Tell our children I love them."

"You will tell them yourself," you stated. Aemond gave you a soft smirk before kissing your hands once again. Jace waved him back to the tunnel before the two of them disappeared into its darkness.

The commotion from the castle stirred the dragons, "Sagon gīda, Seasmoke," you cooed at your dragon. You turned to your younger brother as he finished mounting Arrax, both of you signaling your readiness. Be calm, Seasmoke.

"Down there!" you heard a voice call from one of the cliffs. A small army of guards rushed down to the beach.

"Go, Luke!" you called to him, the panic in his eyes growing as he took flight, "Sōvegon!" Seasmoke took to the air just before the guards were able to circle you. Fly.

The beaches of Dragonstone had never looked more welcoming as they came into view. The usually burnt smell emitting from the Dragonmont was enough to make most gag but right now, it filled your nose like the scent of fresh lavender oil.

"Y/N," Luke approached you wearily as you dismounted from Seasmoke, "A-Are you alright?"

You nodded as the tears brimmed in your eyes at the relief of being home and safe, "Thank you, little brother. I owe you my life."

"You're my big sister," he smiled softly, "And I know you would have done the same for me. Would you like to take my arm? I can escort us to Mother."

That heaviness in your chest dwindled a bit at your brother's sweet gesture as you wrapped your arm in his, "Thank you, Luke."

His eyes fell sad at the bruises that littered your arm, "I can fetch Grand Maester Gerardys afterward if you'd like."

You said nothing but nodded as you continued up the steps and through the halls of the castle. You arrived at the Great Hall, entering the relatively empty room. Only most of your immediate family seemed to be present.

"Prince Lucerys Velaryon and Princess Y/N Velaryon!" Ser Erryk announced quickly, a slight smile on his face at the announcement of your return.

Your mother turned quickly, an alleviated smile spreading across her face as she rushed to you, "Y/N!" she wrapped her arms around you. As much as you hated the idea of being touched by a man, nothing could have eased you more than your mother's warm and protective embrace.

"Mother," your hands clinging to her dress as you both sobbed into one another.

She caressed your hair, tucking it behind your ears, "Oh, my sweet girl. My beautiful princess," she cried as she caught sight of your cut lips and bruised neck, "I am so sorry this happened. And I promise you, they will pay for what they have done."

"Aemond and Jace are making sure of that," you muttered.

"Jace?" she questioned before her eyes moved to a guilt-ridden Luke, "Your brother went with Aemond?"

Luke nodded hesitantly, "Please do not be angry, Your Grace. Jace only did what he thought was right-"

"He deliberately disobeyed me!"

"You said it yourself they must pay for what they've done! Aegon hurt Y/N! He rap-"

"Lucerys!" you cut him off, preventing him from revealing what Aegon had actually done to hurt you, "That is enough."

Your mother's ridged at her assumption of what Luke would have said had you not stepped in, "Y/N, what did they do to you?"

You refused to answer, instead staring her down with your tearful gaze and heavy breaths. This gave her more time to take in your extensive injuries.

"Luke, find Grand Maester Gerardys," her eyes never leaving yours as she delved out instructions, "The rest of you, leave us. We will reconvene later."

"At once, Your Grace," various agreeing statements came from everyone as they exited Dragonstone's Great Hall.

Your mother's breath trembled as she took your hands again, "You do not have to speak if you do not wish. I am only going to ask you this once so we may proceed forward with the same knowledge of what happened to you there." She swallowed thickly as the tears fell down both of your eyes, "Did Aegon rape you?"

And the answer to that very question is what led your husband and elder brother to find themselves creeping through a hidden doorway into Aegon's chambers.

"The guards are busy looking for her," Jace whispered over to Aemond, "We should have plenty of time."

"Mmm," Aemond grunted in return. Aegon was passed out, an empty wine goblet looking as if it had fallen onto his floor. Knowing that Aegon could sleep so soundly after defiling you made Aemond's blood boil. The rage coursed through him as he snatched his older brother from his sleep.

"Huh?!" Aegon grumbled, "Aemond?"

"Hello, big brother," Aemond practically growled. Aegon moved to yell before Aemond clamped his hand over his mouth, "If you so much as make a sound, I will cut off your cock and shove it down your throat before your guards even have time to make it through the doors. Am I clear?"

Aegon huffed before nodding his head, "I see you brought along our Strong nephew. It is so good to see you, Jace. Been a long time, too long really."

Jace finished barring the door, "Uncle. I would not be too happy to see me if I were you."

"And to what do I owe this little surprise visit, Brother?" Aemond only glared at his brother, "Oh, it is not me you wish to see, is it? The Princess Y/N-"

Aemond's hand came across his elder brother's face before taking him by the collar of his shirt, "You dare speak her name? After what you did, you dare-"

"It was only a bit of fun!" Aegon giggled, the wine still having a very obvious effect on him, "You have really got to learn to share, little brother. Keeping a woman like Y/N all to yourself? Well, it's just not fair to the rest of us."

Another blow to Aegon's now bloodied face, "I have never known you to be a wise man, Aegon. But only a fool would do what you did and expect to live long afterward. A debt is owed."

"You do know you will die for this," Aegon muttered.

"You're older, it is only right that you are first," Aemond answered as he pulled his dagger from his belt.

Back on Dragonstone, most of your outward problems had been remedied. The Grand Maester had ensured you that the bruises would fade soon, he had also sewn your bigger cuts and put a soothing poultice over the smaller ones. Your mother and he both instructed the kitchen servants to bring you milk of the poppy when you wished to sleep.

And now you were to finally be reunited with your babies, "They've missed you. I can tell," your mother explained as she escorted you to the nursery.

"It's been less than three nights without them and I still felt as if I would burst into flames," you explained.

Small laughs were exchanged between the two of you, "Your Grace, Princess," one of the maids greeted you, "The babes are in their cradles. Though their next feeding is soon, I can return whenever it pleases you."

"That will not be necessary," you answered, "I will continue feeding them myself as I did before."

"Y/N, you are still recovering," your mother tried to intervene, "I'm sure, she would not mind-"

"As I said before, I will feed my babies."

The wet nurse turned to your mother who gave a curt nod, "As you wish, Princess. Your Grace," she curtsied before leaving the nursery.

You had walked over to the cradles. Your two sweet babies cooing and wriggling about. A smile spread across your face as you took each of them in one arm.

You winced a bit at the added pressure to your bruises, "Careful," your mother moved to take your son, "Here, let me-"

"I'm fine, Mother," you snapped, turning away, "I'm sorry," you sighed, "I know you only mean well. I just need to take care of them. On my own, please."

"I know, my love," she sighed as she pushed your hair from your face, "When you and Jace were born, I hardly let anyone near the two of you. Your father was the exception, most of the time anyway."

"Which father?" she shot you a discerning look, "I am a grown woman, Mother. Not a child. Besides, it is just us. We may speak the truth as we both know it."

Your mother sighed, "Both," she chuckled slightly, "Laenor, Harwin. They both wanted to be involved, a rarity in men nowadays, let alone almost twenty years ago. But I could hardly bear not having you in my arms. I had to protect you. So many people knew the best way to hurt me was to hurt one of you. I could not let that happen. You two were all I had before the rest of your brothers."

You swayed with your own babies, "I love you, Mother. And I can only hope to be half the mother you are."

"You are already better, sweet girl," she caressed your face, "These two have no idea how lucky they are to have you for a mother."

Gazing down at your silver-haired babies brought your mind back to the man they had inherited it from. And your chest grew heavy at the possibility that you might never see him or your twin brother again.

"But they need their father," your voice strained, "I was lucky enough to have Harwin and Laenor for as long as I did. Even Daemon. I cannot imagine if my babies were to never experience that."

Your mother moved to speak, "Y/N-"

"He has to come back," you cried softly, "I cannot do this without him. I just-"

"Your Grace!" the wet nurse had burst through the doors, "Princess, I-I apologize for the intrusion but-"

"The Princes have returned!" Ser Erryk followed into the nursery, his chest heaving as he spoke.

"The Princes?" Ser Erryk nodded at your mother's question, "Gather everyone in the Great Hall as fast as you can," she turned back to you, "We must go."

You nodded, giving each of your babes a hastened kiss on the head before handing them over to the wet nurse, "I shall return."

Your mother and you hurried to the Great Hall. The various members of her council stood by anxiously. You scanned the room and your heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of your husband and brother. You ran over to them, embracing Jace first.

"I'm so happy you are alright, big brother," you sighed.

Your brother gave you a soft smirk, "It is so good to have you home, Sister, where you belong."

"Aemond," you finally turned to your husband, taking his chiseled face into your shaky hands, "You kept your promise."

His hands fell over yours, "Of course, I did. What would I do without you and our beautiful babies?"

Gazing at your husband allowed you to finally take in his tattered sight. His hair was frizzed, blood smeared on the leather of his clothes, and yet he seemed to be unharmed.

"What happened?" you asked, "Is he-" your voice caught in your throat at the mere thought of Aegon.

Aemond nodded at you before turning to your mother, "Our usurper brother is dead. I imagine the Greens will be on Dragonstone's shores in mere hours."

"Their cause is lost. Are they truly so opposed to my ascension?" your mother asked.

"Alicent Hightower gave the king three sons, Your Grace," the Sea Snake answered, "And not once did your father waiver on you being his appointed heir. She and Ser Otto are far too scorned to give up now."

"Lord Corlys is right," Daemon stepped in, "Aegon's death is merely a further justification of their Rhaenyra the Cruel narrative. We must prepare for war, Your Grace."

Aemond's hand clutched yours as all eyes fell on your mother. Her jaw clenched as she looked around the room, fighting the tears as she looked at you and your siblings.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Let us prepare then."

The plan was set. Everyone knew their duties, their missions, and goals. But now they were no longer hypotheticals, they were happening. In real time.

You walked into your children's nursery, standing over their cradles as they slept soundly. Their frail chests rising and falling with their small breaths. The shuffling of armor pulling you from them.

Aemond stalked into the room, his hair tied back and his armor fastened against him. He joined your side at their cribs.

"It seems we spend more time saying goodbye to them than anything else," he spoke softly.

A slight chuckle left your lips, "It's just not fair."

"No it isn't," Aemond agreed.

"My mother was telling me about how protective she was over Jace and me when we were born. She said so many people knew the best way to hurt her was to hurt one of us," you stroked the soft silver fuzz on your twins' heads, "I usually don't like to admit when she's right," you both chuckled, "Our greatest weaknesses."

You felt Aemond's hand take yours, "And our greatest strengths."

You sighed, smiling up at your husband. His usual stoic exterior was soft as he smiled back, "Avy jorrāelan, Dārilaros Aemond." I love you, Prince Aemond.

Aemond kissed you softly, longingly, all his love pouring through. You pulled back, resting your foreheads together, "Avy jorrāelan, Dārilaros Y/N." I love you, Princess Y/N.

The bells of Dragonstone rang and you could hear the clamoring happening just outside. Neither of you wanted to move, neither of you wanted to accept the reality you were living.

One of the wet nurses entered, "Prince Aemond, Princess Y/N," she curtsied, "I've come to escort the children to the keep safe."

You both nodded, each of you taking a swaddle into your arms, careful to mind the armor you wore, "Goodbye, my sweetlings," you kissed their heads, tears staining the cloths they were bundled in, "I love you."

Both of your hearts sank as you handed the babies over to the young girl. No pain could ever compare to the idea of something happening to you or Aemond, something that would prevent you from watching your precious children grow. No pain except for someone hurting them instead.

"No one is ever going to harm them," it was as if Aemond read your mind, "We will see them soon."

You had just finished mounting your dragons. Your hand curled around the hilt of your sword, "Let us ensure it."

You exchanged small smirks with your husband before commanding your dragons to take flight. Ships, men, fires, dragons. Dragonstone had turned from a piece of Targaryen history to a Targaryen war zone. And now it was your turn to fight for everything you held most dear.

"Dracarys!"

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absurduty · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

AEMOND TARGARYEN

UNDER HIS SKIN [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

SAINTLIKE [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

ADORNMENTS [AEMOND X LITTLE SISTER!READER] COMING SOON

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

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JACAERYS VELARYON

ASHORE [JACAERYS X AUNT!READER] COMING SOON

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King!Jace Hc’s

King!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader.

@nanabaaf who wanted some king jace so I made a few HC’s about it. Hope you like it and don’t mind that it’s small since I didn’t have much to go off of.

Jace would be a fine king. He is like his grandsire with a want of peace and respect, but he has rage of injustice or anything he sees wrong. If you were to mess with his family it would be a heavy price to pay because he does not mess around with the people he cares about.

But his mother taught him well when she was queen and took he the lessons with pride to always try and see every possible outcome. If there was a peaceful route then he should try and obtain it, but if it is war then he will have a plan. He was taught by Daemon on how to structure war plans, so things went well. He was also skilled with weapons.

Jace is a gentleman when it comes to the woman he loves and the people in court or his subjects. Having Jace as a husband is always a delight. Ever since you both were younger he was gentle and kind but always had a hand for mischief.

You never have to worry about not being enough because he is always worshiping you every minute. How you dress or how you did your hair that day, to the jewelry and even the way you speak. Jace loves you.

Being pregnant with Prince!Jace’s baby you knew it would be the next heir to the throne so you were looked after closely. Jace made sure that you didn’t lift a finger or had guards following you around everywhere. Rhaenrya was at your side and knowing this child would be the best of both of you.

No matter the gender they are happy. Jace just loves to hold them and make them smile. When you have more children he has a whole flock of children following him as he teaches them so many things. And you better believe he teaches your daughters on how to handle themselves if need be.

Once jace became king it was hard for him at first. But with you at his side as queen you both figure out what is best for the realm.

Jace makes a statue of you at kingslanding and makes sure it will always be there. His loving wife needs to be praise for her beauty and kindness, and her motherly spirit for all her people.

#jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #house of the dragon x reader #king!Jacaerys #rhaenrya targaryen #house of the dragon

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Flowers | The Series | Chapter Thirteen | The Grand Tourney

Summary | its finally the day of the grand tourney ! but you seem to be out of it....

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon × Fem!Reader

Warnings | fluff, a lot more world building, happy family, idk how tourneys work pls ignore, not proofread

Word Count | 2.7k

a/n | a much longer one, i think this is the longest one yet! i really hope you guys enjoy it!!!

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“Tell me”

“No”

“Tell me now”

“No dear”

“If you do not tell me now i will be angry at you” “You have been saying that since the sun rose pumpkin.”

You were furious, your parents had not told you a single things about their conversation with jacaerys last night even while you were grilling them in your room last night and even right now as you sat for breakfast they kept their mouths shut.

You groan and throw your head back in frustration. “I just dont understand why you cannot tell me.”

You miss the knowing look shared between your parents as you cross your arms cross your chest. “Some things are just meant to be kept between parents.”

“Not when said thing involves a potential suitor.”

Your father sighs and he reaches over to place a hand on your crossed arms. You huff and turn your head away from him and he laughs. “You really want to know so desperately? Lets crack a deal.”

Your mother lets out his name in a hiss as you sit up and look at him eagerly, “yes! What ill do anything?”

“Tell me what you and the prince talked about last night in the hallway and i will tell you what we talked about.”

You and your father have a staring contest as he looks at your expectantly and you glare at him as you groan and turn away, attempting to push down the heat that rises to your face as you think over the conversation the two of you shared.

“See, some things are just not meant to be shared.”

“That is different-”

“It is no different you are lucky i am such a strong, kind, loving, caring, charismatic, charming,” you roll your eyes as he gives you a sharp look, “and good looking father that i am being more than kind and not asking what scandalous things the two of you were talking about in that dark and empty hallway. If anything you should thank me.”

You laugh and cover your mouth as you shake your head, “father please you are being ridiculous.” “I certainly am not. I put in a lot of work trying to convince your mother not to hunt you down until you told her what happened.”

You tilt your head as you think over. Your mother had been oddly quiet that morning and she had stared at you rather long as you ate breakfast and when you asked her what was wrong she merrily shook her head. She slams her hands on the table as she stands, taking a deep breath and runs her hands down along her dress. “Let us get going. The tourney should be starting soon.”

She moves to rummage through some of the stuff in the room as you look over to your father with a bewildered look but all he does is wink at you as he stands and offers you his arm.

The three of you make your way outside to the bustling walkway towards the stands for the tourney; horses are led by knights and you see many men in gear. You are in awe as you look around barely hearing the call of your name until you are startled by the man in front of you.

“Ser joffrey!” you jump back with your hand on your chest and he grins at you. “I apologize my lady, I didn't mean to frighten you.”

You take a couple deep breaths before you shake your head, “it is my fault ser i was not paying attention.”

You take notice of his attire and smile at him, “your gear suits you ser.”

He smiles and offers you his arm, “your compliments warm me my lady, and please, call me joffrey.”

You look over at your father who lets go of you, “me and your mother shall go promenage for a bit before the fight, good luck ser joffrey.” Joffrey nods with thanks before you watch your parents walk off, turning back to joffrey.

You grab his arm and the two of you begin to walk down the lanes. “You look wonderful today lady dunn.” “thank you ser-” he gives you a pointed look, “joffrey. Thank you joffrey.'' He smiles warmly at you as the two of you continue your walk in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence and the nice weather. He mentions he has his own tent as all the competitors today do and the two of you head there.

As soon as the two of you enter you notice he stiffens up and looks at him as he has a thoughtful look on his face. “Joffrey?”

“I truly hope you do not hate me.” you gasp as you pull away from him, turning fully towards him.”whatever do you mean?”

“You are clearly very taken with the prince and I have done nothing but attempt to throw an obstacle in your path. You could be queen yet here I am a mere lord asking you to join me after you have barely known me a day.”

You grab both his forearms as he casts his head down towards the ground, “I am a selfish fool.”

“That is not true. You are merely a man attempting to survive in a world who wrongly would hate him for being who he is. I do not hold that against you. And should i remind you you are not merely a lord you are heir to the eyrie for god's sake. If anything, I am the one who is in your way.”

he shakes his head and looks at you with a grin, “well it seems i am a very generous man.”

you hit his arm and he laughs as you shake your head at him, unable to help the smile that climbs on your face.

“thank you y/n. you are kinder than most.”

The two of you soon leave the tent and make some more mindless chatter, as you walk you can't help but overhear some of the ladies' conversations as they walk by, “did you hear the prince has entered a courtship with cassandra baratheon.” “it is of no shock, of course the baratheons have managed to worm their way into the royal family.” “it would be a shock to no one if their engagement were to be announced soon enough.”

you must be bug eyed as you continue to walk towards the stands. A courtship? between the prince and cassandra? Cassandra baratheon? this could not be happening. Was jacaerys merrily toying with you last night? he did not seem like the type but you had not known him well. Maybe he had been, he did not ask to enter a courtship with you last night, maybe your parents had been hiding the conversation they had last night with him because he had not asked to enter a courtship with you and they did not want to upset you.

your mind running a mile a minute you do not even notice you are basically in your seat as joffrey manages to catch you attention once more.

“This is where I must leave you my lady.”

“I wish you luck today joffrey.”

he kisses the back of your hand with a smile before he walks off. you sigh as you begin to move towards your parents who have already taken a seat, attempting to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest as you greet them before sitting down.

you hear a gasp next to you, “y/n?” you turn your head a gasp, “trisk? trisk beesbury is that truly you?” she squeals and wraps you in a hug, you laugh and wrap your arms around her.

trisk beesbury. the third daughter of house beesbury and your good friend. she always came by your house to stay and you would consider her your closest friend.

“I had no clue you were coming here, oh how I've missed you.”

you pull away and she gives you a heartfelt smile. “me and my family arrived late. Barry had a horrible horse accident. though he is alright, we made it just a day ago.'' Barry, one of her two brothers, had always been a clumsy one, “again? i thought it was not too long ago he had been in one.”

she sighs and nods her head, “yes. father has forbidden him from riding for a while.”

the two of you make some nice conversations and your parents say hello to hers. while you all make conversation your eyes drift up to the royal box where the royal family sits and locks eyes with cassandra. you notice all the other baratheons in the box as well. the pit that had been forming in your stomach grows as she sees you and smiles before sending you a wave. you can't look away from her and before you can even form any thoughts an announcer begins to speak and the tourney begins.

You watch as many men stride over on their horse, they ask a lady for their favor, then they fight. It was rather dull for someone like you but with trisk there you ended up enjoying it more than you thought.

“and presenting his royal highness, prince jacaerys velaryon!” The crowd erupted into cheers as the prince rode out and waves at the crowd. you watch him as he takes off his helmet and shakes his head with a smile.

“oh gods he is so handsome”

his eyes roam around the crowd until he spots you and you swear you see his smile grow.

“He is surely going to ask Cassandra for her favor, ugh she is so lucky.” you gulp at trisk’s words as you look at cassandra who's gripping her favor in her hand as she fixes her hair.

Yet when the time comes he rides over near your seat and you freeze.

“You look lovely today lady dunn.”

you hear trisk gasp beside you and you grip tight onto the favor in your hand.

“I thank you, my prince.”

you stare at him as he continues to smile at you, lift his hand in your direction without breaking eye contact, “your favor my lady? if you would do me the honor?”

you ignore the whispers of the people around you and you do not dare even look in cassandra’s direction as you stand and walk towards him and use your free hand to grip onto the railing as you offer the favor to him.

“tie it on for me.”

you lean over the rail and ignore the hot feeling all

over your body as you feel his eyes on your face. You finish tying your favor around his blade and as you pull away he grabs one of your hands and places a kiss not on the back but on the inside of your wrists before he lets go and gives you a final smile before he rides off.

you hurry back to your seat and put your hands against your cheeks to attempt them down as trisk grabs your shoulder and shakes you.

“I cannot believe it! I knew you were in a courtship but I do not know with whom! the crowned prince!”

“trisk-”

“ugh that was the most romantic thing i've ever seen you should have seen his face i've never seen a man look more in love,”

“He is not the man I am in a courtship with.”

she looks at you with a confused look, “whatever do you mean you mean to tell me he just did that because he was feeling kind.”

you groan and shove her as some other lord gets announced to compete against the prince.

“It is complicated.”

“and you will tell me every detail, immediately.”

“can't we wait until we are in private.”

she gasps and places a hand on her chest, looking around before looking back at you “is it so scandalous you cannot tell me here? y/n you dirty dog.”

you feel your father laugh next to you as you shh her. “you make me sound like a monster!”

“Well right now you are giving me the impression you are one!”

“It is because it is more complicated than you think. I promise I will tell you everything once we are alone.”

she seems content enough with your answer and with one last look she turns her attention back to the field where the fight is about to begin.

you cannot take your eyes off of jacaerys as he seemingly easily takes down his opponent, you never knew it could be so attractive to watch a man fight. maybe it had something to do with the show of strength, yet it mattered little to you. you could watch jacaerys fight all day. especially after he wins he lifts up his blade where you can very clearly see your favor wrapped around it.

As the rounds go on you can still not bring yourself to even look in the direction of the royal box, soon enough Joffrey is announced and you smile at him as he makes his way towards you.

“I am sad to see you have already spoken for my lady.”

“I apologize ser joffrey.”

“It doesn't matter, I shall be quicker next time.”

you laugh and shake your head as he looks at trisk next to you and smiles, “your favor my lady?”

Trisk, shocked by Joffrey looks over at you and you nod your head as she rushes to hand over her favor to him and he thanks her before he rides off.

“Who was that?”

“That man I'm in a courtship with.”

she hits your shoulder in shock, “no way. he is so handsome.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“you know that's not what I meant, I just cannot believe it, you have two very handsome men fighting over you. how lucky.”

Yes, how lucky. one man you cannot possibly be deserving of and another one that could never even love you despite how kind he truly is. you had never even really grasped how odd the situation you found yourself in truly was.

lost in your thoughts you're shocked when the crowd erupted into cheers. “who won?”

“were you not paying attention? Joffrey won.”

you sigh with relief and look at him as he waves to the crowd, he locks eyes with you and blows you a kiss. you smile at him and laugh as he rides away.

The tourney continues and you begin to get lost in your thoughts over not only jacaerys but joffrey's offer and how king he’s been, your conversation with jacaerys last night, you get help but run your hands over your face.

“Are you alright, pumpkin?”

your father places his hand around your shoulder as you sigh and lean against him.

“why does courting have to be so hard?”

he laughs and squeezes you against him, “you’ll figure it out pumpkin.”

Soon enough it's the finale round and just your luck it happens to be a match between joffrey and the prince.

“Who do you want to win?”

You groan and shake your head, “I don't know trisk.”

“Well I wish for joffrey to win, he asked for my favor.” “Are you trying to get me to say I wish for the prince to win?”

“I said nothing of the sort, you are the one implying something. Anyway, shouldn't you wish for him to win you gave him your favor.”

You ignore her as the round is about to begin, you hate to admit it but a part of you is praying jacaerys wins. You're on the edge of your seat as the two begin to ride towards each other but they end up missing. You sigh and grip trisk’s arm as they quickly race back at each other. But you miss what happens as the people in front of you stand and the crowd erupts into cheers. You all quickly stand up and you attempt to look around the people to see what happened.

“The winner is prince jacaerys velaryon!”

You feel the stands shake as the people cheer and clap and yell. You feel your heart swell as Trisk grabs you into a hug and shakes you.

“And the prince as the winner will now crown the queen of love and beauty.”

The stands quiet as jacaerys rides around the stands, the people in front of you turn back and give you a knowing look before sitting down and jacaerys eyes lock onto you.

“There is no way he would, right?”You whisper to Trisk as she smiles.

Soon enough the crown is tossed into the crowd and falls into your hands.

“Oh he absolutely would.”

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achaoticeternal · 1 year

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civility.

AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!READER

summary: since your shared childhood, aemond and you have always shared a close bond. word count: 2.4k warnings: canon typical language and violence. bullying. a/n: this is a fem!reader who is a noble lady and ward of the Queen. reader is Otto’s niece/ Alicent’s cousin so you could also imagine this with a Hightower!Reader. this was inspired from the song seven by taylor swift. i love both soft and mean aemond, you can try and pry him from my hands

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The library was strangely silent today. It was always silent, apart from the rustling of pages and the occasional whisper. Yet, today it was a weird difference.

Helaena sat to your right, reading over a field journal she had found about arachnids. Though you despised seeing the pictures of the spiders and scorpions, you knew they delighted the young princess. Currently, nothing in the gardens or the maester’s study had intrigued her as much as the eight-legged fiends did.

In front of you was a book that briefly talked over the history of the Reach, most fondly writing about Oldtown, your home. With Lord Otto being your uncle, his daughter, the Dowager Queen, now took you in as her ward so that you would be raised in proper society. It had been a high honor to live and be educated amongst the royal family.

Typically, you were an avid reader, being able to finish such a short novel in less than an hour. But the lack of a certain prince’s presence left you feeling uneasy…

However, the door to the library opened to reveal Aemond with his mother at his side. Both of them looked upset, yet it was Aemond who was crying. Clearly, something had set him off from his usually soft demeanor.

“Aemond!” You announced and moved quickly to talk with him.

As you approached him and the Queen, you curtsied before comforting your friend, “What has upset you, my prince?”

Aemond scrunched his nose, the light freckles of his face moving too, “My brother… my nephews… I hate them.”

“Aemond, we do not say such things,” the Queen corrected her son, before dismissing herself to attend to Helaena.

Your eyes followed her until you were convinced that she could no longer hear the pair of you whisper to each other, “What happened? What did they do to you?”

Aemond shook his head at first, not wanting to relive the moment. But he did want to tell you because you always knew how to comfort him. You were a far better friend than any of his family or the sons of the nobles that visited the capital.

“They said that the dragon masters had found an unclaimed dragon. A dragon that I could bond with and fulfill my destiny to be a dragon rider,” Aemond’s lip shook as he spoke, “But they gave me a pig! A pig with wings!”

As soon as you noticed the crack in his voice, you threw your arms around him, pulling the prince into a tight hug. You did not say anything to him… simply allowing him to forget about the incident.

“Their words do not matter, because they are only words. You are the finest among them,” You softly attempted to console your friend, “You have studied and trained much more than any of them. One day, you shall have a dragon, a great dragon.”

“What if I don’t? What if I never become a dragon rider?”

His vulnerability made your chest ache for him. You wished that others could see Aemond as you saw him. Gently, you rested your hands against his forearms, “You are a prince… And even if they are foolish enough to ignore that. My loyalty and friendship are vowed only to you — you are my prince…”

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With the matter of Driftmark now settled, the entirety of the Targaryen family was gathered in a private dining room for a feast. It had been many years since everyone was together for a meal, so you understood why the King had wished for such. It left you to now sit between your uncle, the Hand, and your prince, Aemond.

Currently, everyone was laughing or paying tribute to other members of the family. It was heartwarming to see the royal family coming together and actually enjoying themselves.

Yet, Aemond sat by your side, clutching his goblet. He only laughed at some of the snide comments that Aegon made, occasionally acknowledging the jokes from his uncle Daemon as well. You reached out a hand to playfully snatch the pitcher of wine that sat in front of his plate.

“Refilling your chalice again, my lady?” Aemond questioned you.

“It has been quite the day, my prince,” You giggled to yourself, “Indulging myself for a night might do me some good.”

As you lifted the chalice to your lips, your eyes made contact with his violet one. With a smirk, you began to sip the red liquid while maintaining his gaze. It was only when you lowered the cup that Aemond’s gaze flickered to your lips, now stained red from the wine.

“Do you ever wish to indulge yourself, my prince?”

Both you and Aemond knew there was a deeper meaning to your words. However, Jace suddenly stood to his full height while Aegon continued his torment. At this action, Aemond also quickly stood, eyeing Jace as if he wanted the young prince to act out of fashion.

Instead, Jace made a toast to his uncles — a toast to their shared youth. Then Jace lead Helaena to dance, which was far more innocent than his mocking tribute.

You immediately noticed the shift in Aemond’s disposition from the tribute. His jaw clenched, defining his side profile; while his knuckles began to turn white from his grip on his napkin. Gently, you rested your hand atop his, soothing the skin with your thumb.

“Ignore him,” You attempted to console him, “They only mean to anger you. Do not allow them the pleasure of seeing you so upset…”

A chuckle sounded from across the table. It came from Lucerys, as the servants placed a pig at your end from the table. Aemond’s eye flickered from his nephew to the pig and finally to the chalice.

Aemond slammed his fist on the table as he stood, raising his chalice, “Final tribute.”

You glanced up at him, silently begging that he control his anger. He looked down at you, but looked back to Aegon with a smirk, “To the health of my nephews… Jace… Luke… Joffrey…”

Tension quickly began to fill the room, drowning everyone under its waves. A part of you prayed to the Seven that Aemond would just bite his tongue this once. That he would sit down and have a laugh with you or ask to be excused for the evening.

But Aemond continued on with his tribute, “Each of them handsome, wise… strong”

The devilish smirk played at his lips, and while you usually enjoyed seeing Aemond like this, you wished for such torment to end.

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys—”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace spoke heatedly from his spot next to Helaena. Both Alicent and Rhaenyra attempted to cut in and silence their children, only for the boys to speak over them.

“Why?” Aemond crossed away from his seat, standing rather proudly, “Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?”

Before another word could be said, Jace viciously approached his uncle and delivered a right hook to his jaw. Only Aemond’s head turned, and not a drop of wine spilled from his goblet, still in hand. The sudden fight caused a great commotion to come from yourself and others.

The next thing you saw was Aegon pinning Luke to the table, and Aemond easily shoving Jace to the floor. The Queen yelped at her sons to quit, as guards seized the younger boys.

“Aemond!” You spoke crossly, grabbing his arm.

The Queen moved to his opposite side, glaring up at her son, “Why would you say such a thing before these people?”

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother,” His gaze looked from his mother to you, as he tugged his arm out of your grip, “Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”

Daemon quickly stepped in between his nephews and his stepsons, glaring between both groups. As Rhaenyra bid her sons and their betrothed to go back to their chambers, Daemon turned to meet Aemond’s glare. A sigh escaped Daemon as everyone else in the room awaited for something to occur.

It surprised you, how similar Aemond was to his uncle. You wondered to yourself if the Rogue Prince was once as strikingly handsome as Aemond was. Of course, you had heard the stories, but it was hard to imagine anyone being more handsome than your friend and prince.

“To your rooms,” Alicent looked between all of her children and you, “Now!”

A moment later, Aemond looked to the door and began making his exit. Swiftly, you curtsied to the remaining members of the royal family before fleeing after the prince. It would be better to calm him now than allow his rampage to continue.

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“What desire filled you to act like such a cunt?”

“I simply complimented my nephews-”

“You know what you said, what you implied… do you wish for your father to have your?” Your brows furrowed as he crossed away from you, “or for your uncle to take your head like he did Vaemond’s? You can not be so childish!”

Aemond moved away from you, his anger wishing to get the best of him. Even if his nephews had upset him so, you could not justify such words and actions after the King’s departure from dinner this evening. You stood diligently, waiting for an apology or even a plain response.

“Childish?” Aemond straightened his posture as he spoke, “Childish?”

Finally, the blonde-haired prince spun around to face you. His jaw clenched, just like his fist. You could see all the rage, the desire to scream at you, his eye glaring at you while reflecting every emotion that whirled inside him.

“Childish, that is your claim? Hmm?” Aemond sneered, “Childish is what I would call Aegon as he continues his drunken vices or the lords of the court who think silly words and flowers to tempt you into a marriage. No, childish is something I would call my bastard nephew, Lucerys, while he laughs at a pig being placed in front of me at supper tonight!”

Just as a tear escaped from his violet eye, Aemond turned away from you. You could tell from the tension in his neck that he despised sharing such thoughts with you.

“I… I understand what—”

“No, you don’t understand!” He shoved your hand off his arm, “You are a fine lady of the courts, I am a Targaryen Prince! A prince that no one in this damn family seems to respect.”

With a sigh, you began to approach him again… You were much softer and gentler with your tone and movements. At first, you placed a hand at the top of his back, rubbing simple circles to comfort him. Once the tension left his back, you tucked your arms around his waist, hugging yourself close to his frame.

“I respect you, my prince.”

Immediately, your words began to calm him, his breath evened out into fuller breaths. Then, you took your cue to continue to calm his spirit. “You are a Targaryen Prince, the most accomplished of them all. You ride the largest dragon. You have trained both mentally and physically to be the best of them. And if they don’t care about that,” You removed yourself from him and moved to stand before him. You gently intertwined your fingers as you gazed up at him loving you, “I care about it. You have my respect, you are my prince…”

Aemond’s hands squeezed tighter at your words. Though his demeanor had not shifted, you could tell that your words had affected him. He thought for a moment more, nodding as if agreeing with him.

“You have always been loyal to me,” His brow raised, “Why?”

You bit your lip in contemplation. There were many ways to answer the prince’s question. With a sigh, you began to answer him, “Since we were children, I could see your potential. Your very being exudes a type of power that Aegon nor your nephews will ever have. You are the best of them, and I have always seen that. You deserve the world and more in my eyes.”

Aemond was silent, and only a hum of contemplation showed that he had even acknowledged what you had said. Then he dropped your hands, his brow furrowing. You took this as a sign of dismissal. It was understandable that he would like to spend the rest of the evening alone.

Your steps were light as you made your way to the door. The tension from earlier has dissipated and allowed the natural sway of your gait to return. As you approached the exit to the chambers, you were stopped.

“My lady?”

At his request, you turned to face the man, “Yes, my prince?”

“Exactly how long have you known me?”

“Since we were… seven? Whenever Queen Alicent requested that I serve as her ward.”

“And how long have you been in love with me?”

Suddenly, all breath abandoned your body. Your jaw dropped in shock at his statement and a wave of nerve brushed over you. All words and movement were lost upon you, so you stayed frozen in time.

Aemond, however, seemed quite amused at your shock. His typical cool and devilish manner had returned to him as he began to stalk toward you. A smirk played at his lips as he continued his teasing, “I apologize, did you not hear me well enough?”

“Huh…” You pressed your back to the door, “I-I’m afraid I don’t understand the sentiment behind your question…”

“It is a rather simple question though,” Aemond rebutted, “How long have you been in love with me?”

A few quick strides later, Aemond stood before you, leaving no escape from his gaze. He would get an answer, one way or another, “My lady, did you think your affections would go unnoticed by me? By my mother?”

“I… I…” A blush crept over your face. How you wished to cower away and into your private chambers, wishing the conversation had never made the shocking turn.

“Speechless, are we?” Aemond smirked, dipping his head to your height, “I hope you are not so speechless when I ask your Lord Father to take you as my wife.”

At his words, your heartbeat increased once more, confusion evident on your face, “Wife?”

“Ah, she speaks…” Aemond tutted, raising a hand to cup your jaw as he admired your features, “Yes… my wife… I assume that you would enjoy such. Of course, you can still continue to prattle and dote on me as you do now.”

A giggle slipped past you at his teasing words. Finally, the realization of it settled in, “Is that eagerness, my prince? If it was, I would think you quite enjoy, if not even desire my affections.”

“That I do,” He chuckled to himself as his nose brushed against yours, “I desire you, the object of all my affections.”

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pockeymcmockey · 1 year

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𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔄𝔫 𝔈𝔶𝔢 | 𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷

Summary: With [Name] trapped in the Red Keep, Rhaenyra comes to her rescue—or is it the other way around?

Warnings: Major character death, violence, blood, manslaughter, kidnapping? HEAVY angst, marriage, wounded by sword, ooc Aemond? That's it, just a lot of angst.

Author's Note: I have NOT read any of George's books so I have no idea how the story of Fire & Blood ends, so forgive me because I know none of this happens AT ALL in the book. 💀 Also, I have an alternative ending in the making!

𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ𝔙 | 𝔄𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

What anyone fails to realize is that during war, sacrifices must be made. In this instance, Aemond had sacrificed his woman for revenge against the one boy who ruined him. Now, as she climbs the jagged rocks that led to the entrance of Storm's End, ignoring his attempts at talking it through, he realized that sacrifices cannot be taken lightly—or taken back. The half-sighted princess pulled herself to the top of the cliff, not wasting time to sit upright and brush sand off of her clothes.

Aemond the Kinslayer trailed behind the woman that held his heart as she stomped her boots against the stone road until they came upon Vhagar, nesting in the tall grass. The green goliath recognized the prince, her rider, and the princess whom she almost devoured. The Targaryens of royal descent hopped onto the back of Vhagar, Aemond pulling her reigns and flying them to the Red Keep. As much as the princess wanted to go home to her mother, she knew the death of Lucerys would ruin her.

The kinslaying prince landed his colossal dragon outside of the Dragonpit, climbing off first then offering his hand to his wife-to-be. The woman ignored his act of decency and climbed down on her own, walking passed the one-eyed man into the usurper's home. Guards placed their lances in an 'X' in front of the princess until Aemond turned the corner, then they let her pass. Her expression remained blank throughout this trek, passing by servants, handmaidens, members of the kingsguard and even the Queen herself.

Aemond continued to follow her even up to her own chambers until she slammed the great wooden doors on his face, pushing a lounging sofa in front of it to keep him out. The prince leaned his head against the door and sighed, gripping at the hilt of his dagger before turning sharply and retracing his steps. When Alicent spotted her son returning from the hall that held [Name]'s chambers, she grabbed his forearm, her brow arched and her lips pursed. Aemond stared aloofly at his mother before she pulled him into an unoccupied room.

"Why is she here? Did she come alone? Where's Rhaenyra, did she come too?" Alicent bombarded her son with questions, spitting them out faster than a Targaryen could train a dragon. Aemond hadn't taken his eyes off the room's floor, his mind lost in thought about the last few hours. How is he supposed to tell his mother he lost control of Vhagar and murdered his nephew? She would be disappointed—if not furious—at him and would never let him leave the castle unattended like he was six again.

"Mother," Alicent spoke over her son, asking question after question and ranting with anxiety. "Mother!" The Queen stopped mid-question and stared at her son with eyes like saucers. "Enough. Lucerys is dead, as is his dragon. I lost control of Vhagar and she ate Llanerion. That's why she's here and she-" Aemond paused, caressing the holster for his sword. "She's angry with me. For killing her brother." Alicent nodded, one arm crossed over her chest and a hand covering her mouth as her eyes flicker across the floor. The Queen sighs and takes her son's head in her hands.

"Keep this to yourself, if anyone were to find out you lost control of a dragon then they'd think Targaryens were not meant to have them. And you are." Alicent kissed her son's forehead. "Don't let her leave this place," Alicent referred to the princess. "If Rhaenyra finds out, it will be on her own." The Queen parted with those final words, looking back at her son solemnly before leaving the room. Aemond stood unmoving, staring at the door where his mother formerly stood.

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𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙...

As the crowned Queen, Rhaenyra, planned their attack for the future, Daemon was pulled aside by a messenger. The man with the news whispered into the Rogue Prince's ear, informing him of Lucerys' death and the missing princess. Daemon waved off the man and let his head fall limply against the stone wall, winding his arm back and fisting the wall with a scream of fury and agony. Daemon did not dislike Lucerys, he was truly like a son to him, but [Name] was his legitimate daughter, his blood. His outburst attracted the attention of those in the other room surrounding the painted table.

Daemon—bloody fist and all—walked around the table that shed a glow of orange, mapping out the realm. He pulled his Queen over to the fireplace and leaned in, his chest still rising vigorously. When Daemon told Rhaenyra the news, she could feel her heart pounding in her own ears, she saw through her eyes with a red lens and she breathed through her nose maddeningly. The Queen turned to the guests at the table, knocking the pieces on the floor with a pained scream. Jacaerys stared at his mother, using his intelligence to decipher what made his mother so angry.

"Mother? Where's Lucerys? What about [Name], where is she? Mother, where's my sister!" Jace slammed his fist against the wooden table, tears threatening to fall as he struggled to keep them in. Rhaenyra ignored her son's outburst and stormed out of the room and outside, where Syrax nested. To see his wife ride on dragon-back with murderous intent would normally make Daemon grin with glee, but his daughter has vanished and he does not know if she's lying around in a corpses body.

The guests ran out of Dragonstone, following their Queen's order to ride on dragon and intrude the barrier of the Red Keep. Rhaenyra was clouded by bloodlust, her mind spinning at a dangerous pace. Her ears clogged with the blaring sound of the wind and the voices in her head saying to burn everything down; to kill them all. Daemon rides beside his Queen, his wife, and the mother of his children, his mind in the same headspace except the madness was slowly slipping out of control.

In the Red Keep, [Name] sat beside her windowsill like the morning of her mother's miscarriage. She's kept herself in her chamber since she was brought back to King's Landing. When the handmaids brought food and water, she ignored them. When the Queen asked for her presence and sent a guard, she ignored them. When Aemond knocked on her door and asked to talk, she ignored him. But when she saw a flock of dragons headed towards King's Landing she didn't ignore it. She pushed the lounger out of the way and ran through the halls, making it to the courtyard before she was grabbed and pulled back.

Ser Criston caged her in his arms with a hand over her mouth and dragged her to the Dragonpit. The Queen awaited her, along with three of her children; Halaena, Aegon, and Aemond. Alicent signaled to Ser Criston to release the princess, whom when was free turned sharply and punched the knight in his nose. She shook her hand, trying to alleviate the pain then turned back to the four that stood in front of her.

"I apologize, Princess, but I must have you stay here. Your presence on the battlefield would only cause more tension between the families, and possibly more bloodshed." Alicent held her by her shoulders, looking at her scarred eye and running a thumb across it. "When this battle has been won, no matter who ends up on top, we will allow you freedom, but until then you must stay hidden. Not as a hostage but as someone who must be protected." Alicent looked to her youngest son and nodded, Aemond placing iron cuffs on his betrothed whom didn't even put up a fight.

Aemond walked his wife-to-be to Balerion's skull and sat her down, allowing her what little rest she could get. The princess leaned against the shrine, her head resting against the pale bricks as she closed her eyes. Aemond paced back and forth in front of her, contemplating if he should say something. Anything to get her to talk to him. The prince ceased his pacing and glided over to the princess in chains. He kneeled before her and grabbed hold of the chain link that bound her wrists.

"Hear me, my dear, for I'm choosing to commit treason for you." Aemond whispered to her, keying the locks on the cuffs. When the heavy metal fell from her wrists, Aemond rubbed his thumbs over them, kissing the reddening skin. "When you leave, don't come back for me. Stay away from King's Landing until your last days. Do not yearn for me." Aemond kissed her lips, softly but sensually, and caressed her cheek before pushing her back toward the door, telling her to run from him, to run to her family.

The princess cried for her lover, their interlocked hands lingering at the fingertips when she pulls away. Tears streaming down her cheeks before she runs to the surface of the Dragonpit and to the castle where her mother awaits her. When the princess arrives, the battle has already begun. A brigade is stood in front of the castle gate to keep anyone without a dragon from escaping or intruding from the outside.

"Rhaenyra! Enough with this- this madness! You're being ridiculous!" Alicent hid behind Ser Criston whom shielded her from Rhaenyra's threatening hands and her husband's murderous stare. "Don't you realize how unreasonable you're being? Aemond meant no harm! It was supposed to be all in good fun! Please, Rhaenyra, call off your dragons!" The Queen Regent, Alicent begged the Queen Rhaenyra, pleading with her.

"You killed my son! You took my daughter and imprisoned her! I should take one of yours, to make it fair." Syrax spread her wings, giving the allusion that they were binded to the back of Rhaenyra. Alicent ordered her guards to protect Aegon, still hiding behind Ser Criston, while trying to negotiate with the Mad Queen. Syrax hobbled closer to Rhaenyra, hovering just above her, waiting for her to to give the order.

"Fair? Was it fair when your son took Aemond's eye and didn't lose one in return? You talk about fairness yet you slither your way out of the consequences!" Alicent fumed. Rhaenyra was about to give the order when her eyes took notice of the blind one staring back at her, fear laced in the woman's expression. Distracted by her daughter's presence, Rhaenyra did not see Aegon unsheathe his sword, charging toward her. Out of instinct and last minute decisions, [Name] ran to her mother, shielding her from the whetted blade pointed at her.

Aemond ran through door and hall to get to the courtyard, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, readying himself to pierce any man in his way. When the one-eyed prince made his entrance, his face fell at the vision of his brother's sword pierced into the back of his lover, whom was gripping at her mother's shoulders trying to keep herself upright. Aemond froze in his stance, his eye of violet narrowing in on the body of his betrothed. Mahogany seeped through the cloth she wore, soaking it from the waist, up.

Aegon the Second dropped his sword to the dust, backing up little by little until Aemond pushed through the bodies that crowded in front of the princess. Rhaenyra dropped to her knees with the body of her child, trembling hands pushing strands of platinum hair from her face. Droplets of tears splattered against her face, looking up to see her mother's sore eyes. The princess smiled weakly at her mother, wrapping both arms around her mother's neck to pull her close, wanting to feel the maternal warmth only Rhaenyra could give her.

"Forgive me, Mother. I should've protected Lucerys, but protecting you was the least I could do..." Her hushed voice whispered to her mother whom held her daughter tightly, lips involuntarily quivering. Daemon watched from the back of Caraxes as his daughter lay, dying, in her mother's arms. His stare blank, but his heart breaking. Resting limply once more, the princess turned to look at Aemond, as did the rest of the company standing in the courtyard. She held her hand out to him, disregarding the sharp glare of swords her mother gave him.

"Aemond, my darling, I want to get married. Right here, right now." Aemond closed his seeing eye, shaking his head and bringing his trembling hands to wrap around her body, stealing her from the arms of Rhaenyra. The one-eyed prince carried her back into the castle to stand before the Iron Throne, calling for a maester to wed them. As the two said their vows, their family spectating behind them, they sealed their marriage with a kiss. It was full of longing, tasting of death and life, a perfect balance.

When the prince pulled away, he expected to see her smiling lips, her eyes open with glee, but instead they were dull. Lifeless. Aemond held her against his chest and carried her once more to the Silent Sisters, asking them to wrap her with golden ribbons, only fit for a woman of her heroics. The Silent Sisters brought out the mummified princess, the Targaryen and Hightower family gathering upon the hill that sat behind King's Landing, looking over the raging sea. Rhaenys, Corlys and their granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena gave their respects, Rhaenys bowing to the only person she truly had faith in.

Alicent and Halaena next, Aegon standing behind them, too ashamed to pay his respects directly but doing so internally. Daemon, Rhaenyra and Jacaerys clustered close, all three placing a hand on the wrappings of their daughter and sister. And lastly, Aemond, who had yet to shed his tears, waiting until he's alone to let his resolve break and his vulnerability to show. The prince did the honors of sending the Targaryen princess to the gods. Uttering "Dracarys" to Vhagar who bellowed sorrowfully before sending her flame to the princess' corpse.

It was during this moment, when the Targaryens and Hightowers were occupied with the ceremony of [Name]'s passing, did she ever feel truly at peace. Her marriage to Aemond still validated by her heart—and his—and how it took her death to finally bring the families together, even if just for a night. Where the Queens really looked at each other, saw each other. Where brothers and sister were truly siblings, where uncles and nephews and nieces got along. Where two families were at the beginning of their reconciliation, their path to becoming one.

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starogeorgina · 3 months

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𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen × Targaryen OC, Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen OC

Warnings: Swearing, smut

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You stare straight ahead as Aegon’s hips snap against your bare ass; his hands are placed firmly on your back, keeping you in place, bent over the table you often sat at while breaking fast with Helaena. Wine spilled from the jug as his rough thrusts caused the table to shake. Small splatters of the sweet-smelling liquid hit your face, leaving behind a horrid, sticky feeling. Your nipples rub against the smooth wood beneath them, which occasionally causes a spark of pain.

“Fuck!” Aegon takes a fist full of your hair and says, “You're so greedy and desperate to be filled by me that you’re sucking me dry.”

Rolling your eyes at his words, you slip a hand between your legs and begin to rub quickly at your clit, hoping to give yourself an orgasm before your husband spills his seed inside you for the second time that night. Before you got betrothed, Aegon claimed he was gentle in his touches, but the thrill of taking your maidenhood was far too exciting, and now Aegon treats you the same as the whores he visits on the street of silk.

He grunts before falling forward, putting his full weight on you, making you feel trapped beneath him. Aegon lets out a few raspy breaths before slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark, then pulls out of you. “I hope that will keep you satisfied for now.”

Straightening your posture, you fix your skirts and adjust the front of your dress so your breasts are no longer spilling out the front of it. “And what satisfaction was I supposed to have gotten from that? You jumped on me like a wild animal.”

Chuckling, he tucks his cock into his breeches, “the satisfaction of being full of my seed.”

Shaking your head, you bring a cup of wine to your lips, but Aegon snatches it. Since his coronation a few days prior, your brother and future husband has become almost unbearable to be around, and the power he wields has made him even more arrogant. In public, you put on the act of the perfect princess and would gush to the other ladies of court how amazing your son-to-be husband is; King Aegon seconded his name, but in the secrecy of your chamber, the facade was dropped.

“Seven Hells,” you try to grab the cup back, but he holds his hand up high, smirking as you stand on your toes and struggle to reach for it. “You’ve used me all night; now stop behaving like such a cunt!”

He grips your jaw with his free hand and says, “Careful sister, I am still your king.”

“My apologies. Please stop behaving like such a cunt, my king.”

He raises his brows, taking a gulp of wine, then holds it to your lips. He allows you a small sip, then pulls it away again. “I will have two wives, as did Aegon the conqueror, and both of them will give me heirs. But until we are wed, you’ll need to keep drinking the tea the maester brings.”

“You already have two sons and a daughter; you don’t actually need me for heirs.”

“Hmm, that’s not how the king's hand sees it.” He finishes the cup and slams it onto the table. “Now, I’m going to visit Helaena. Hopefully she’ll be more enthusiastic to see me.”

“And if not?”

He slaps your backside. “I’ll just come right back to you.”

—

“Thank you for keeping me company, brother; I know how busy you are.”

“Nonsense,” Aemond says as he walks beside you. “Although I suspect mother won’t be happy that your gown is ruined.”

Since the sun has risen, you have been searching among the flowers and bushes that grew in the gardens, keeping an eye out for caterpillars to give Helaena. Jars of them were placed upon a table in her quarters, and when they hatch from their cocoons, the twins realize them. Since it had been raining throughout the night, the bottom of your gown now looked much darker, with damp dirt sticking to it. Aemond was right; your mother most definitely wouldn’t approve of the green blending into black on your gown.

“I thought you hated wearing the color green.”

You observe the way your brother links his hands together behind his back, holding on so tight that his knuckles turn white. You usually wore silver-gray clothing to match the scales of your dragon, Seasmoke. “It’s been advised that me and our sister wear green and gold to show support for our king.”

“I saw him entering your chambers last night,” he says quietly. “I intended on returning the book you so graciously let me borrow but thought it best not to disturb the soon-to-be couple.”

You had helped Aemond learn high valyrian and would often share books about the history of your house. “You needn’t worry, brother, about returning a book. In truth, I think I misplaced the last one you gave me.”

“You mean the same one our king destroyed while inebriated?”

You smile up at him. Although Aemond was the second-youngest of your siblings, he was definitely the wisest. “How long do you think it will be until our grandsire returns from Dragonstone?”

“Not long,” he says, letting out a sigh. “I assume you’re not looking forward to his return.”

“Of course I am; he is—”

Aemond tuts, “is the reason your first marriage was dissolved, and in the place of our strong nephew, your to become a second wife.”

“I’m still surprised the faith is allowing this, or mother for that matter.”

Your grandsire was obsessed with Aegon sitting on the throne; he had started to plan Rhaenyra’s usurpation years prior. And he was trying desperately to recreate the image of Aegon the conqueror with your brother; he even suggested having two wives to mirror Visenya and Rhaenys.

“If I speak freely, you won’t think of me as a fool, will you?”

The gardens were empty at this time, aside from the knights on patrol and servants hurrying back and forth. It wasn’t often you were able to speak so openly, but Aemond never judged you. He nods for you to continue out loud with your thoughts.

“I’m a Targaryen, a dragon rider; I want to be more than just a broodmare.”

Surprised, he asks, “You want to be part of Aegon’s council?”

“Not necessarily his council... But I would like it if my future husband viewed me with respect and needs me for reasons that don’t involve squeezing out heirs. I want to do more than just my duty, I want to keep my family safe.”

Just as you reach the doors leading back into the keep, he pats your shoulder and says, “I’m sure you’ll be able to charm him into getting what you want; he does have a soft spot for you.”

—

Heart beating faster by the minute you refill the golden goblet Aegon was holding up. Anger was simmering beneath the surface, and even Sunfyre could feel it. The golden dragon was circling the sky above, roaring loudly, letting out the anger his rider was struggling to hide. “Everybody out, except Lynesse.”

You gather the goblets as each member of the small council leaves the room; surprisingly, Aegon allowed you to be present during his meetings that day as a cupbearer. Ser Criston squeezes your shoulder as he walks by, giving you a curt nod before closing the doors behind him, leaving you and Aegon alone.

Taking a moment, you lick at your lips and begin to unlace the top half of your dress so your breasts are nearly exposed. Many important things were discussed during the meeting, but you doubted Aegon wanted to rehash them, not when he had you sink to your knees and suck on his cock before the meeting started. When you turn to face him, Aegon is no longer sitting down; he is standing by the window, staring down at King's landing with a faraway look on his face.

He was scared.

Wrapping your arms around his bulky waist, you rest your cheek against his back.

“Do you know why I’m going to keep you close?” he asks, tilting his head. “Aside from having the sweetness between your legs whenever I want?”

“Aegon…” you groan at his vulgar comment.

“You won’t lie to me; everyone else is telling me what I want from hear and not telling the truth about what I did,” he says. “So tell me, do you think our sister would have killed us if she sat on the throne?”

“No.”

Aegon chuckles.

“But now that she’s been usurped, I suspect things will be different.”

“I could have your tongue removed for even suggesting such a thing.”

You took a deep breath. “You said it yourself; I won’t lie to you.”

Footsteps echoed back and forth outside the room, followed by Ser Cristion’s voice telling whoever requested an audience with the king that he was preoccupied. The thought of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, a man who had watched over you since you were a baby, keeping guard while you engaged in premarital sexual acts with Aegon, turns your stomach.

“I never wanted it,” he whispers. “Do you think our mother lied to put me on the throne?”

“Our father had twenty years to change his mind. But no, I don’t believe she would lie, but perhaps she was misled. not that it matters now. What’s done is done; all you can do now is try to keep the casualties to a minimum.”

Aegon swallows as he slowly turns his face to you, but he stays close enough for you to keep hold of him. “What is your proposal?”

“If you want to strike the image of the conqueror, you’ll need to do what he did; he accepted counsel from his siblings, brothers, and sisters.”

Aegon stands up a little straighter, shaking his head. “When the king's hand spoke of sending ravens to different houses, you didn’t agree. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to overstep.” It was the truth; accept that it wasn’t Aegon’s reaction you feared; it was your grandsire. Otto had worked hard to have such control over your brother and would easily convince him to not allow you near any politics if he saw you as interfering.

He tuts, “What is it you wanted to say?”

“Why send ravens when you have dragon riders? Send us, me and Aemond, as envoys, just as Visenya and Rhaenys did for their brother.” Unlike Aegon, first of his name, your brother was no conqueror; he was just a boy who had been manipulated, but you did love him, the same as your other siblings. “You cannot expect proud lords to break oaths without a little convincing.”

“Okay, I’ll send you as my messenger. But what of Rhaenyra? What should I have done with her?”

“Nothing; no man or woman will follow a kinslayer. Allow her to remain as the princess of Dragonstone, and Lucerys the heir to Driftmark.” You move your hands to his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “It’s easy for the men on your council to advise you to kill her, but the gods would disagree. Our family does not need to tear itself apart, and you don't need to be remembered as a king who killed his own sister and her children.”

His eyes gloss over, but Aegon doesn’t seem sad, but irritable, as the look he’s giving you becomes more intense. A chill runs down your spine as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, as he seems to be contemplating something.

“Aegon?”

“Don’t ever betray me, sister, and I won’t put that pup you care about so much to the sword.”

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