#harwin
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I am his, and he is mine
Summary: You’re married off to Ser Harwin Strong by your lord father’s designs, and the prospect of a marriage consummation terrifies you.
Notes: idk man I just need more Harwin Breakmybones smut. Harwin obviously isn’t with our queen Rhae Rhae in this. Also, pretending not to know what we do abt Larys here.
Warnings: virgin!reader, reader is intimidated by Harwin, first time, reader is extremely innocent, vaginal sex, oral sex (f!receiving), Harwin loves eating punani
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Marrying his bride the day he met her was never what he wanted. Harwin didn’t consider himself a romantic, but he thought it cruel to be bound to someone you didn’t know for the rest of his life. It was more unfair to you, being a woman and forbidden from seeking out others for love.
His father had meant well with this marriage. Apparently, your father was a childhood friend, and you the oldest daughter of a great house. Though Lord Lyonel wasn’t ambitious, he was loyal to his friends, and the king, who encouraged the match. So in a whirlwind of affairs, the betrothal had been arranged by ravens, and the marriage planned.
You had married in the sept of King’s Landing earlier this day, and though Harwin had written you a letter to calm your nerves, the first time he got any impression of you was when your father led you to the altar.
He felt sorry for you. Whatever dreams you had held for the future had been crushed the moment the septon bound you in marriage. And on top of that, he wasn’t sure if you were scared of him or not. His reputation was true to his character, and next to his wide frame, almost every woman looked frail.
And now, while the wedding feast was in full swing, he saw your hands shake as you attempted to cut your food. He tried to distract himself, looking around the room and attempting to take his mind off of the fact that his lady wife seemed to find him unpleasant.
King Viserys was sitting next to his father, leaving Queen Alicent to put on an icy mask. She was better at hiding it than his wife. Perhaps because she had been in King’s Landing for longer. Princess Rhaenyra, on the other hand, was deep in conversation with Lady Laena. The two of them had grown closer since the rift between Rhaenyra and Alicent, and if Ser Harwin was not mistaken, the Queen looked almost jealous.
Prince Daemon was currently returned from his latest exile, trying to rile up Otto Hightower. Judging from the strain in the man’s jaw, the Prince was quite successful in his venture.
Still, it was his wife that seemed the tensest in the room. The new lady Strong, and yet, you seemed to be anything but. From what he had heard from his father, you liked to read and was very well educated, but beyond that only quiet. You did not ride, or hunt, or keep an army of ladies around her.
For the latter, he was grateful, but for the others… It seemed you didn’t have anything in common. Harwin was as educated as a future lord needed to be, but he preferred to train and hunt. The first time he even heard you speak outside of her vows was to his brother.
“A gift, for the bride.” He said, offering you a book. At that, your face lit up.
“Thank you, Lord Larys.”
“I hear you tried to become a Maester once?” he asked, and you blushed.
“I was five and had not yet realized the Citadel accepted neither women nor children.”
Harwin smiled to himself. It seemed that, at the very least, you had some spirit. When his brother had left, he tried to find something to talk to you about.
“So, what topics interest you?” he tried.
“History and medicine.” you replied curtly.
“Yes, I imagine Aegon’s conquest is an interesting read.” He said. You tried to suppress a smile at that, and Harwin raised a brow.
“Is it not?” he asked.
“Forgive me, my lord, but every child is told the story of his conquest over and over. The histories of Old Valyria before the Doom and Nymeria’s conquest are much more interesting, especially since so much source material has been lost.” you said.
He could tell that you weren’t asked about these things very often, the words spilling out of your mouth so quickly.
“What about you?” you asked.
“Hunting and fighting.” He replied.
“Does that not get boring after a while?”
“It is to me what reading is to you.” Harwin said. He knew you were from the Westerlands, where people spoke more eloquently, and though he was from the Riverlands and had no use for flowery words, he tried for you.
Your silence returned when dessert was served. You dreaded the bedding, and Harwin didn’t think he had seen many brides that were as terrified of it as you.
When it was announced that the bedding would begin, you turned even paler. Before the lords attending could swoop in to grab you, Harwin quickly scooped you up into his arms. Wordlessly, he left, as the crowd let out disappointed shouts of protest.
He carried you all the way to their new, shared chambers, setting you down on the bed. Turning around, Harwin grabbed the pitcher of wine to fill up their glasses. You would need it for your nerves.
As he turned back around, he could see you lying on the bed, the skirt of your wedding dress hiked up to your thighs and staring at the ceiling stiff as a board. He would have laughed at the comical sight, if he hadn’t felt sorry for you.
Instead, he sat at the edge of the bed, gently taking your hand.
“What were you told about the bedding?” he asked.
“My cousin told me it was painful, but my duty.” you replied.
“Sit up.” Harwin said, and you scrambled to follow his words, pulling the skirt back down.
“Your cousin must have a horrible husband.” He concluded.
“They- they do not value each other much.” you said carefully.
“Beddings don’t have to be painful.” Harwin began. He’d never been a woman’s first before, but he wasn’t inexperienced by any means.
“Oh.” Was all you said to that. It sounded more like a sigh of relief than a question.
“Did you not say you studied medicine?”
“The bedding was… seen as unseemly for me. It was forbidden.” you replied.
“I’ll be gentle, I won’t hurt you.” Harwin promised. Still, when he tried to come closer to you, you leaned away from him, trying to keep the distance. As if a kiss would kill you.
With a sigh, Harwin grabbed the dagger from his belt and your eyes widened even more.
“What…?” you asked.
“I won’t force you.” He replied simply, rolling his sleeve back.
“No.” you said, grabbing his wrist. It was the first time you touched him. “I- We have to someday. And I’d like to learn. I need to make my father proud.”
“Your father? This is about you.” Harwin tried. You gave him a half-hearted smile, and Harwin felt that he wouldn’t become friends with his father-in-law.
“If you want me to bed you, you should start by kissing me first.” He said, and you nodded.
“Will I be your first?” he asked. You blushed, lowering her gaze, and Harwin carefully tipped her face up.
“Good. Less pressure.” He joked.
“I suppose so.” you replied. “I promise, it wasn’t while we were betrothed.”
“And if it was, I wouldn’t blame you. Whoever he, or she, was they got lucky.”
You smiled at that, blushing due to his compliment rather than shame. With a determined look in your eyes, you put a hand on his face, pressing your lips to his. It wasn’t the chaste kiss they had shared in the sept, and it wasn’t heated with passion, but it was more than the trembling leaf of a woman that had sit next to him at her own banquet.
Harwin deepened the kiss carefully, his hands finding your intricate braids, impossible to tangle into. So he held you by the small of her back instead, kissing you until you broke apart for air.
“That was… dizzying.” you said. Your cheeks were flushed pink, and your pupils had grown dark, and Harwin could feel desire begin to grow for you. Carefully, he seated himself against the cushions, sitting you down in front of him, and beginning to take out the pins in your updo.
While he worked on the tight braidwork, he began to kiss up and down your neck, careful not to go too low too fast. You let out a satisfied sigh, clapping your hand against your mouth afterwards.
“They’re all gone by now. We were too boring, I suppose.” Harwin joked, and you nodded.
“You don’t have to keep quiet.” He encouraged. “It tells me whether I’m doing the right thing.”
“Oh?” you asked.
“Trust me.”
When he was done, your hair fell down your back in soft waves. Harwin briefly wondered if it was because of the braids, or if your hair was always like this.
Then, he moved onto your wedding dress. It was laced in the back, gold and cream embroidery hiding the strings, and you began to tense when he opened them.
“It’ll be more comfortable if you can breathe properly.” Harwin said, slowly pulling the stiff part of the dress over your head. The long skirt followed, until you were left in a thin shift. It looked like it was meant to entice him, barely transparent enough to see your shape, but nothing beyond that.
Harwin took his time laying the dress over a chair in the room, returning with the pitcher of wine. When he offered to refill your glass, you shook your head.
“I’ll be drunk then. I want to remember for the next time.”
“Already planning ahead?” Harwin teased.
“I don’t know. In case this time doesn’t get me pregnant.”
“You do know there’s more to this than getting pregnant, right?” he asked. You raised a brow, as if you did not believe him. “It’s… it’s supposed to be fun as well.”
“Can we start with kissing again?” you asked shyly. Harwin leaned over, kissing you softly. Your hands were unsure, cupping his face, roaming around his hair and awkwardly landing on his arms. Harwin readjusted them, putting one on his jaw and the other on his shoulder the way he liked it.
He really tried to hold back, but when you let another whine slip, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You squealed, surprised, but once you were there, you continued with more enthusiasm than before.
Breaking the kiss, Harwin saw that your lips had become a little swollen. Mindlessly, he tucked a strand of hair back to where it had fallen out of place.
“I’m ready.” you said, lying back against the pillows with a look of determination on your face. Harwin snorted.
“You are not. If I do it now, it’ll hurt. Have you ever even touched yourself?”
Your mouth fell open at that, as if he was accusing you of fucking a horse, and your blush took ahold of your ears as well.
“I’m only asking to make you comfortable.”
“Never… inside.” you managed.
Harwin nodded, making his way down your body until he reached the hem of your shift. Gently, he began to pull it up and automatically, your legs crossed over.
When he tried to pry them open, you pulled away.
“I have had my maidenhead inspected.” you said, voice high-pitched.
“I wasn’t inspecting anything. Just… trust me on this.” Harwin asked.
It took you a moment, but eventually, you opened your legs back up, allowing him access. Harwin knew better than to stare (for now), and began kissing the inside of your thighs, making his way towards your cunt. When he finally tasted it, he felt like he was ready to die – until his lady wife scrambled backwards, trying to gather her bearings.
“This is wrong. It’s sinful.” you whispered.
“Not really. Asked my septon when I was a boy, and also, it feels good.” Harwin replied nonchalantly.
“I’ll take you by your word.” you said seriously.
You lied back down, and Harwin held your thighs, trying to make a squeeze somehow feel reassuring before he started again, slowly lapping up the wetness your cunt had produced. He could feel you writhe beneath him, but better yet, he could hear you moan.
Muffled pants and cries reached him, spurring him on. Very cautiously, he pushed in one finger, continuing to lick your clit to ease the way. It went in easier than he thought, and so, Harwin crooked it to make you feel even better.
He wanted to be your first in this as well, and he didn’t care if that was greedy.
He had to push you down by the stomach when your back arched. Harwin chuckled to himself as he worked the finger inside you, knowing exactly what he was doing.
After a while, he could feel your body begin to shake, and your legs wrapped around his head, pushing him down. He almost felt proud of you, even as he began to run out of air, but Harwin kept going, until you came, licking you like a starving man.
When you went limp under his touch, Harwin dared to come up from under your shift.
“And?” he asked.
“Whatever that was… I think I caught a glimpse of the Seven Heavens.” you sighed.
“You… came.” He replied, half-asking.
“Yeah. It was wonderful.”
“Did you never?”
“No. I didn’t dare.” you said.
“That’s a pity, to go so many years of your life without pleasure.”
“I see that now.” you quipped, and Harwin laughed with you.
You sat in silence for a while, you leaning against his shoulder with your eyes closed. Harwin felt that he was hard for you, but he didn’t want to disturb you. He could bed you some other time.
Sated with the knowledge that he had already done this for you, Harwin took off his wedding suit and changed into the long linen trousers that were laid out for him. He could feel your eyes burn into his back. Just to tease you (and not at all to inflate his ego), he flexed his back- and arm muscles.
He settled back into bed, staring at you until you realized you had been caught.
“Does my lady wife approve?”
“Mhm.” you mumbled, shamelessly staring at his chest. “I want another.”
“Another?” Harwin asked.
“Bed me. Make me feel like that again.” you mumbled through gritted teeth. Hesitantly, you let her hand wander under the blankets and into his trousers. His cock was still hard from before, and your eyes widened as you felt the girth of it.
“How will it fit?” you asked.
“You managed two fingers. I’ll help you work it out, but there’ll still be a small stretch.” Harwin tried.
Your hand was still frozen on his dick, so he carefully guided it to stroke him. All word about you rang true, you were a good learner.
Harwin closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall to concentrate on the sensation for a moment, before he stopped you.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Please.” you replied. There was still a residue of nervousness in your eyes, but Harwin wasn’t going to say no to such an invitation.
Slowly, he pulled your shift over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. For a moment, he could only stare, causing you to cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re beautiful.” Harwin said breathlessly. He wasn’t used to being gentle, but Gods be damned, he’d try for you.
Taking his pants off again, he began to kiss your tits, lavishly sucking more bruises into your perfect skin. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down towards you, and Harwin tried to suppress a groan.
“Good?” you asked.
“Yeah. Really good.” Harwin replied. Your response was to lightly tug his curls, a smirk on your lips. He kissed you again, this time forgetting everything about gentleness and going slowly, swallowing your sounds up with a kiss, desperately holding your face with his hands, dwarfing it in comparison.
His thumb stroked your cheek, trying to convey the awe he already held for you, and you raked your hands through his hair in response. His resolve was melting by the second.
Carefully, he angled his dick up with your cunt, teasing your clit with the tip for a moment, before he slowly sank into you. One of your hands landed on his hips, and Harwin froze.
“Are you alright?” he asked. You stared up at him, wide-eyed, before you nodded.
“Just need a moment.” you managed. Excruciatingly slowly, Harwin sank in further, waiting for you to adjust, until he was fully inside you.
“Can I…?” Harwin began. You nodded, and he pulled back, before thrusting forward with as much self-control as he possessed. He expected you to cry out in pain, but instead, you met him with an unabashed moan.
“Fuck.” you panted, before catching yourself.
“I don’t believe you’ve sworn before.” Harwin managed. You opened your mouth to say something, but he thrust again and your answer was swallowed by another moan.
He tried to put all of his newfound devotion into his thrusts, to make you happy. To satisfy you, so that you would not grow to despise him, at the very least in this way.
All of his intentions of being slow and loving disappeared when you began to beg.
“Please, I need more.” you whispered. Even through the dim candlelight, Harwin saw you blush, but who was he to deny you?
So he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning almost brutish. He would have worried for you, if your eyes hadn’t been in the back of your skull, and your nails weren’t digging into his back.
“Fuck, you’re so.. didn’t expect this.” Harwin managed. You gave him a laugh, which immediately turned into a wanton moan under his ministrations.
“My pretty little wife, legs open only for me.” He praised. Harwin felt your legs wrap around his hips, desperate to create more friction, more intensity.
“Only for you.” You repeat, and Harwin can see the change in your expression, from tense to relaxed. Your posture is open to him (in more ways than one) and his heart almost sings at the thought that you might not despise him or be terrified of him after all.
Harwin manages to steady his mind into looking at you, and Gods, you look fucking angelic. Hair splayed out like a halo, mouth parted and face contorted in pleasure, trying so, so hard to keep your long-lost composure. Nothing feels more right than trying to break that composure, to make you melt into his arms even more.
To give up any thought of propriety and be his.
His thoughts run wild, his heart pounding in his chest with crazed abandon and he can feel himself coming close to the edge. He searches for the bundle of nerves between your legs, hoping to make you scream and when he finds it, it works so well he’s worried the entire Red Keep will hear you after all.
Desperately, he begins to rut into you, watching all coherent thoughts disappear from your eyes as he brings you over the edge a second time. Only then does he allow himself to cum, grabbing your hips harshly until he, too, is spent.
Suddenly exhausted, he rolls off of you, lying next to you and only grabbing your hand.
He turns to face you after a while, you doing the same. Your eyes meet and a smile appears on your flushed face.
“My body feels like it’s filled with lead.” You whisper.
“My lady wife. I never knew I could get this lucky.” He replies. Harwin got out of the bed, trying to find a washcloth. For once, you did not ask any questions, eyes closed in bliss. You let him wipe off the remainder of his seed, burrowing into his side as he lies down next to you.
“You are mine.” You whisper, hearing him chuckle at your words.
“Indeed. I swore it before the Seven just this morning.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Ser Harwin.” You sigh.
“So am I, my love.” He replies.
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Since you mentioned Harwin… (smut pleek)
Princess | Harwin Strong
i had no idea what you wanted other than *harwin* so i hope you like this!! (tho the title sucks so bad but i’m too lazy to think of a better one)
warnings: smut, 18+, mentions of loss of virginity?, bits of fluff ig, fem!reader (?) x harwin but other than that there’s no specifications!
idk how to do this warning shit ngl. also my first time writing smut and you didn’t really specify so… also it’s not proof read at all so read at your own risk
summary: the morning after ser harwin breakbones carries his princess to safety and has his way with her
word count: 1.2k (ish)
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Whispers of dawn kissed her cheeks, bursts of gold rallying against the dark of her closed eyes, and the Princess smiled against the softness of her pillow as she registered the warm weight slung over her bare hips.
Harwin’s calloused hand was splayed against her stomach, holding her close throughout the night and break of day. Her smile grew wider as he grumbled unintelligibly and his grip tightened. She could only spare half a thought for her dear sister - poor Rhaenyra stuck with a heartbroken Laenor on her wedding night - as she felt her new found lover stir.
“Good morning, Princess.”
His voice, deep and still cloaked in sleep, was laced with a sense of smug satisfaction she would have found insufferable on anyone else. Luckily for Ser Harwin Strong, she found him far too endearing for her own good. “Good morning, Ser.”
She could feel his lazy grin against her shoulder as he peppered gentle kisses along her smooth skin. “So proper,” he teased as his kisses reached the slope of her neck.
“I’m a Princess,” she sniffed, tilting her head.
He smirked and bit her neck lightly, “A dirty Princess, what would your father think?”
Holding in her whimper, the Princess arched a brow despite knowing he couldn’t possibly see it. “I’d rather not think of my father at all, thank you.”
Harwin hummed as he nuzzled her jawline. His heated breath made her shiver and his grin widened. Last night felt like a dream - one he’d had many, many times over the past few moons. A dream that was often accompanied by his hand in his trousers after. King Viserys would have his head on a spike if he ever found out just what the knight had done to his precious daughter, but Harwin couldn’t find it in him to care much. He had the most beautiful woman in Westeros in his arms and he wasn’t about to let any man - King or not - stop him from relishing this moment.
She turned to face him and his heart stuttered at the softness in her eyes as she smiled. No one had looked at him like that before, certainly not a Princess.
“What?”
His own smile turned just as soft. “You’re beautiful.”
She snorted lightly and he had to stop himself from looking like a complete idiot and confessing his love and adoration at the sound. “Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight.”
He couldn’t help himself; he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and grasped her chin delicately in his large hand. Gods when had he last been this gentle with anyone? She seemed so small compared to him - although most people were small to him - and his chest felt tight in the best possible way as he looked at her. “You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.”
A blush crept up her neck and Harwin smiled smugly at the sight. She had been so confident the night prior, seeing her uncharacteristic shyness before him now made his cock stiffen and, judging by her deepening flush, she could feel it too. “You’re the first man I’ve lain with,” she admitted.
He didn’t tell her that he hoped he’d be the only man she’d ever lie with. Instead he opted for the safer choice, “Well one union had to be consummated, Gods knows your sister’s wasn’t.”
She gasped indignantly and slapped his chest. “Ser Harwin!”
Clasping her hand to his chest, he leaned over. “Yes, Princess?” He was lying fully on top of her now and he felt his pride swell as her eyes flickered to his lips.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I figured that having fucked the King’s daughter, a few jests on his heir’s behalf couldn’t make things much worse.” He grinned as she gaped up at him and took the opportunity to finally kiss her lips again.
She moaned quietly as she parted her lips for his tongue. Harwin made her feel a thousand things at once. She couldn’t tell if she was excited or scared or shy or offended anymore, all she knew for certain was the very obvious effect he had on her body.
The Princess had resigned herself to admiring the knight from afar until he had carried her to her rooms during the commotion at Rhaenyra’s wedding. Having him in her rooms after saving her like that… how was she meant to resist him?
She was no damsel in need of saving like in one of the stories her mother had told her as a child, but being tossed over his strong shoulder after he had immediately stepped into the fray to save her set off the butterflies in her stomach.
It was wrong. Her father would lose his mind if he found out, especially after the recent rumours of her sister’s indiscretions. But she couldn’t ignore the thought that he might consent to a match between them and her groan as Harwin slipped his hand between her thighs was far louder than she had expected.
“You’re so wet for me, Princess.”
She groaned again and shut her eyes, unable to stop herself from grinding against the palm of his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Harwin didn’t bother to disguise his own groan as he watched his fingers disappear into her over and over.
“Look at me.”
It took an embarrassing amount of effort for her eyes to open and find his. His intense stare alone almost pushed her over the edge.
“You’re going to look at me while you come undone on my fingers, Princess.”
She couldn’t hold back her whimper. “Yes,” she breathed.
Harwin grinned at her. “Good girl.” He added a third finger and watched as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. Gods she was stunning: legs spread wide just for him, hair wild against her pillow and her chest flushed.
“Harwin.”
“Princess?”
She could barely form a sentence. “Please.”
“Use your words.”
A brilliant shade of pink covered her cheeks. She’d never felt so submissive in her life. She was a Princess, she wasn’t meant to take orders from those beneath her, and yet here she was acting like a whore - on the verge of begging - for a mere knight. Gods she loved it. “I can feel it, please.”
“Such a good Princess,” Harwin murmured as his fingers found her clitoris. Her moans were so loud he almost feared the entirety of the Red Keep would hear but he didn’t stop and he didn’t dare tell her to be quiet. “Let go for me.”
He felt her shudder around his digits and he stared, transfixed, at the way her thighs shook and her bosom heaved. Her moans gradually turned to soft whimpers and Harwin made sure she watched as he licked his fingers clean. She tasted even better than she had last night.
It took a few minutes for his Princess to catch her shaky breath and Harwin swallowed roughly as he studied the glisten of sweat on her brow. “I suppose I ought to do the honourable thing now.”
The Princess looked at him in confusion, mind still clouded with pleasure. “Honourable thing?”
He couldn’t stop himself this time. “I’m going to love you, wed you and fuck you for the rest of your life, Princess.”
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fuck, rich people. fucks rich people. - h. strong and d. targaryen
Description: You visit the beach and find two men that you can't resist. In which, you end up fucking both men on the countertops. (modern au)
Rating: Mature 18+ (double penetration, oral [m. recieving], threesome.)
Fuck, rich people. They always seemed to have a problem of their own - most of the times they're the ones who make the problem - which led to you being stressed about work.
The beach was your favorite place - hearing the sound of the waves crashing on the shore did miracles on your mental state. It was calming, and refreshing. It was a good thing that your parents bought this beach-house, as you were the only one enjoying this scenery.
You lean into the chair - breathing in the scent of salt in the wind. This was where you were meant to be. You take a lazy sip of the diet coke in your hands - perhaps you’d go on a swim a little later.
Someone moves from behind you, easing the thoughts off your head. You turn your head to look at the person - and it was Daemon, your childhood friend, and Prince of Dragonstone. “I didn’t think that you’d be here,” he chuckles, holding the foldable chair near his hips.
“I don’t think I’m ever not here,” your lips settle into a thin line.
You haven’t seen each other in ten-years, and by the gods was he hot. Handsome to the point that you’d expect him on the cover of Calvin Klein. He had that smile - that made you think that he just finished having sex. His hair is all over the place - but at the same time, it falls perfectly into place.
“How’s work?” he asked, folding the chair so he’d be sitting beside you. “Shit, as usual.” you answer - a chuckle escapes his mouth. “How about you? Still bothering the King?” you tease, remembering his bad-boy streak during university. He hasn’t changed - but he’s done a great job hiding his dirty laundry.
“Oh come on, Viserys loves me.” he defended himself, staring at you with lust. He was a fucking predator - a beast in heat when he’s around you.
“Only because he has to,” you sip on the straw, placing your phone on your lap - open for a conversation.
Just a conversation for now.
He pretends to search for something in his pockets, taking off his sunglasses to see better. “Shit, I totally forgot to bring any drinks - do you mind sharing?” he inquired and you nod.
Where was this going?
He scoots closer, bridging the wall between you. His hands reach for the can on your hand - taking his sweet moment once his hand settles on top of yours. You couldn’t remove your hands - some special force was preventing it.
He brings the can to his lips - coating the rim with his sweet saliva.
“Thank you,” he whispers, he removes his hand away from yours - to your surprise he wasn’t returning back to his chair. His hands were now reaching to cup your cheeks. He gives you a small kiss, letting go of you with a smile.
“I’ll see you sometime.” he whispers, standing up and retrieving his chair.
Working as a lawyer sucked - especially when your firm is one of the highest rated offices in New York City. You had to get out - somehow. You were on the beach the next day, but Daemon wasn’t there. His roommate, Harwin, was though - but you were unaware of this relationship.
“It’s nice here,” Harwin smiled, writing his name on the sand. He was a jolly person to be around - he seemed to uplift other people’s mood without realizing it. “I agree,” you breathe with a chuckle - now sipping on a glass of coffee.
You lend your hand - waiting for a handshake. “I’m (Your Name), I live in that house.” you point at the four-bedroom bungalow. He smiles at you - joy reaching his eyes. “I’m Harwin. Harwin Strong,” he shakes your hand, quickly inspecting your face. “I live in that house - I have a roommate.” he points at Daemon’s house and you nod.
He didn’t seem like the type of guy who gets a roommate. “It’s nice meeting you,” you smiled in return.
The devil possessed you - he lured you in with his kind smile, and now you were about to suck his cock inside a house that you weren't allowed to be in. Gods, the news outlets were going to fuck your reputation. "She's pretty huh?" Daemon tilted his head sideways, acting like you weren't in the room with them.
Harwin responded with an amused chuckle, watching you with your hands on his knees. He opened his legs wider, giving you a clearer view of his hard cock dripping with pre-cum. He cupped your cheeks gently, staring deep into your lust-filled eyes. The tabloids would have to wait - this cock in front of you was fucking delicious. You leaned down slowly, pressing a gentle kiss on his thighs.
"Good girl turning us on," Daemon growls playing with your hair - he's loved you since he was eighteen. All of his fucking teenage fantasies replayed back to this moment - his goddess on her knees like a slave.
Your tongue swirled around, pumping the mass inside your mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed. He could hardly speak with the heaven that he was feeling. You swirled your tongue around - making sure to reach every nerve ending on his penis. He moans your name, forgetting himself in the middle of bliss.
Daemon watches the both of you - turning himself on with the sight.
"Keep going," Harwin pleaded, wrapping his arms around your hair and pumping you on his length. His dick tasted salty and metallic - a faint reminder that he was human and that he tasted like a human. You gag around his length, taking your sweet time in adjusting.
You swirl your tongue again, smiling in content as his eyes flutter. Harwin was a good little boy. You licked the stripe of his length, sucking on his dick like a lollipop - fondling with your clothed pussy. They both turned you on.
You swirl your tongue.
Again.
Again and again, until his breathing heaved and tightened.
You could feel Daemon's hand on your head, bobbing you up and down the length of his roommates' dick. It only took a few moments until Harwin was spasming around your mouth.
"Open," Daemon commanded and you obeyed him - opening your mouth slightly to reveal the milky goodness underneath your tongue. He bites his lips, forcing his finger inside your mouth and splattering the cum inside. He removes his hand, wiping it on your face.
"Swallow, baby." Harwin ordered - and you found yourself obeying everything that they say.
You rise from your kneeling position.
Daemon welcomes you on top of his lap. You could feel his bulge press against you. He stares at Harwin who was still trying to regain his stance from his orgasm. "You good?" he inquires, wrapping his hands around your ass. Bouncy and firm like he likes them.
"Yeah," Harwin replies removing his shirt. "Get around her," Daemon motions, freeing his cock from his pants with ease. "You ever had two men at once," he teased, and you shake your head. "Prepare to be mind-blown," Harwin giggles, pressing his cock on your anus.
You lean slowly against Daemon's chest, providing Harwin with more angle - and Daemon lesser weight. You let out a small whimper, feeling Daemon enter your pussy. He groans feeling your tightness clamp against him.
"Dae," you moan - bouncing against him.
His tip was barely missing your womb, trailing along your cervix - making your eyes roll back.
Thank god for birth control.
He keeps pressing his cock inside - leaving you a moaning mess. He filled you with so much pressure that your cunny couldn't bare another second. You cum - squirting around his cock and leaving a white residue on his thighs.
You were about to collapse into him, but the familiar pressure began building once you feel Harwin behind you.
"Time for me, baby." he hums.
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House of the Dragon | 1.06
The Princess and the Queen
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Hi !! Could you maybe draw how you imagine Arya's reunion with Nymeria in the books ?
I love your art so much !
Lady Stoneheart, Lem Lemoncloak, Thoros of Myr, Tom of Sevenstreams, Harwin, Gendry, Arya, Nymeria and her pack!
This question is very old lol. When I started drawing this I had a quieter and fun scene in mind, then I started adding characters and I got lost. And I've spent way too long arguing with the color palette of this thing. I give up. I hope you like it as it is.
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Loving Hands
The youngest daughter of King Viserys falls seriously ill. Perhaps the loving hand of the Commander can do so much to help.
genre: a bit of angst, mostly fluff. mention of minor character death.
a/n: this was inspired by my mum who took care of me recently. I was very ill with a migraine, cramps and an uneasy stomach and she stayed by my side through it all. Made me think how ser harwin would take care of his lover! Enjoy!
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A violent cough escaped your lips before you could bring up your handkerchief to your mouth, it felt as if your chest was rattling shaking your whole entire body from the inside.
What once started out as a small cough and a simple cold had turned into something dreadfully worse but being as stubborn as you were, you never wanted to admit it.
However, you began to feel weaker as the days drew on, your body sore as if you had gone horse riding for days on end, skin cold even as the sun beat down upon you.
‘Are you well my lady?’
The gentle, but deep rumbling voice of your personal guard, Ser Harwin Strong, caught your attention as your cough finally eased. You waved him away with a small smile.
‘I’m fine, Commander. Just a little cough is all, it will pass,’ You barely gasped out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.
He came to your side, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes roamed your face. ‘I’ve heard and seen much sickness princess. If I may speak plainly, that does not sound like a normal cough.’
You scoffed but with a chuckle.
Taking a brief look around for any stragglers that wondered the gardens, you clasped the Commander’s gloved hand into yours, squeezing it as you gave him your best smile.
‘I’m perfectly alright Harwin, I promise.’
In the past few months, you and the heir to Harrenhal had become incredibly close. From childhood friends to something you couldn’t really put your finger on.
His embrace was where you felt safest in the privacy of his chambers, his hands holding you as if you were made of glass, your own mapping out the scars that decorated his skin, memories left behind of the battles he had fought.
Your titles would be forgotten and conversation would flow freely. Sometimes a kiss or two was shared but nothing more. And yet, you knew it was most definitely more than friends.
He sighed heavily before smiling down you, letting his knuckles caress your cheek, ‘I only worry for you princess. That is all.’
‘But, I think I may call for the Maester once I have a nap. I’m feeling rather tired suddenly.’
‘As you wish my lady.’
His arm was out for you before you could ready yourself to stand up, gripping his forearm as you stood to your feet, his hand settling briefly on the small of your back to make sure you were steady before letting you go ahead.
But as you made your way back towards the Red Keep, you knew something was amiss. You felt light, your sight fogged as if tears glazed your eyes. You let your head fall back and looked up through your lashes, the sky a smear of blues and clouds like a child’s painting.
And then your world began to spin.
‘H-Harwin?’
You were unconscious before your legs gave way, too far gone to feel a pair of arms wrap around you as you crumpled to the ground.
Even in his condition, Viserys was fast as he limped down the corridor, Rhaenyra running ahead as the guards hurried to catch up to them.
They burst through the doors of your room, coming upon the sight of the maids bustling around the bed, a Maester standing over you as you lay in bed.
‘Y/N?!’
Rhaenyra rushed to your side, ignoring the cries of the maids and Maester to stay away as she sat close to your side. The breath left her as she took in the sight of you.
Your skin had paled from its beautiful glow to a dull grey, sweat glistening across your skin. The soft wheeze that left your lips every so often caught her attention, watching the low rise and fall of your chest. Even your hair had darkened from a beautiful white to ash.
She gripped your hand in hers, pressing a kiss to it as Viserys hobbled to your bedside, a cloth held up to his mouth. ‘What is the matter with my daughter? I want an answer now!’
‘The Princess is down with influenza my King.’ The Maester was brave enough to speak up, coming to his side. Viserys looked at him in horror.
‘How did this happen? She was perfectly healthy this morning at breakfast!’
The old man sighed. ‘Unfortunately, it is a wicked sickness that can turn fatal very quickly if not treated properly.’
‘Is there anything we can do for her now?’ Rhaenrya, who had been quietly listening to the Maester, asked, unable to tear her eyes away from her sister.
‘I have given her the necessary medicines needed to treat such a sickness your Highness. For now we watch and pray that she makes it through the night, only then will we be able to tell how severe this really is.’
She nodded before Viserys looked around the room. ‘Who found Y/N? She was in the gardens this morning when I last saw her.’
‘She was your Majesty. The Commander was the one who was with her. He who brought her here and took care of her before I arrived.’
It was only then that the King and Rhaenyra finally caught sight of the man in the corner of the room, stock still as a statue, his eyes trained on the young woman now lying in bed barely moving.
For how big he was, Harwin had moved like lighting through the Red Keep after you had collapsed, carrying your limp body in his arms and ignoring those who whispered and gasped.
Had barked orders at the maids who had been moving about your room, ordering for the Maester and for the King and Princess be notified of your current state.
He had immediately moved you to the bed, and with caution to thrown to the wind, removed the thick layers of your dress to leave you in your shift. Only when the Maester arrived had he backed off, fading into the corner of the room to observe.
The King gave a nod to the Commander, words failing him as he looked to his youngest daughter once more. Pressing the cloth firmly over his mouth, he leant down, pressing his forehead against yours.
‘Oh my darling girl, my sweet little one …’
Tears immediately filled Rhaenyra’s eyes as a mere whimper left your lips, gripping her father’s hand where it rested over yours.
After their mother had passed, the two sisters made it their duty to remain close with their father, making the most of every day as his own sickness worsened.
Losing mother was the greatest heartbreak, Rhaenyra knew if her father lost you too, it would surely be the death of him, and her too.
The Maester shepherded everyone out of the room, looking towards the Commander who remained. He placed a hand on his shoulder, ‘Come now Ser Harwin. All we can do for now is let her rest and pray she makes it through the night.’
With a small push to his back, Harwin was led out of the room, his eyes remaining on you surrounded by your family, even as the door shut.
The light had long faded from the skies as Harwin found himself pacing his room. It had been a few days since you had fainted in his arms, and still no word came with any improvements.
He tried to distract himself; tried training, reading a book, visiting the garrison.
Yet all he could think of was you, laying in your bed and barely breathing.
It brought memories of his own mother to mind, how as a young boy had stood in the doorway of his parents room.
He had watched as his father tearfully whispered sweet words of goodbyes to his mother who lay cradled in his arms, her breath rattling and then fading into silence.
Harwin couldn’t bare to watch another woman he loved so dearly perish the same way.
First he visited the kitchens brightly lit by the torches alight, the fire dancing across the walls. The cooks and kitchen maids giving him a smile before returning to their duties.
The head cook, Mrs Crooke, who had been in the midst of mixing a bowl of some sort of sauce, cheered at the sight of him, ambandoning her tools to embrace him heartily.
‘My dear laddy look at you! Commander of the City Watch visiting little old me.’ She cried, cupping his cheek with a large grin.
Harwin smiled, placing his hand over the woman’s. ‘Its good to see you again Mrs Crooke but I must ask you a favour. The Princess Y/N is incapacitated at the moment.’
Her hand fell to her heart, nodding, ‘Aye, we’ve heard she’s been taken ill the poor Lass.’
‘Well, that’s exactly why I’ve come to you.’
She raised her eyebrow in question and he continued, ‘I was wondering perhaps your broth would be able to help. I know she wouldn’t be able to eat anything heavy she wouldn’t be able to keep it down, so something light may at least keep her well for the time being.’
The old woman couldn’t help but smile, taking in the mistiness of the Commander’s eyes and worry written in his expression. She took his hand in hers. ‘You care for her don’t you lad?’
Harwin wanted to deny it.
If anyone found out it would be seen as incredibly out of line, even treasonous. He didn’t care what happened to him, he just didn’t want to see Y/N hurt or unhappy. And yet, in that moment, he couldn’t help but nod.
Mrs Crooke nodded, immediately turning to the other kitchen maids with a clap of her hands.
‘Take over here ladies, a special order is needed for the Princess Y/N!’
Harwin made his way to Y/N’s chambers, armour now removed, carefully holding a marble bowl of cold water, a cloth thrown over his arm. The guard that stood at your chambers briefly looked at him, Harwin recognising him as one of his own men, he nodded to him.
‘I’m here to attend to the Princess.’
For a moment the guard hesitated, and fear brewed within the Commander’s belly.
He trusted his men, however he knew that no matter how loyal a man could be to his duty, a price could always overturn it. There were spies and traitors working for the corrupt within Kings Landing, they easily could spin this mere event into something far worse.
However, the fear ebbed away as soon as the guard nodded to him, opening the door for him.
Harwin quickly made his way over to the bedside, placing the bowl down. His glanced nervously over to you.
Sweat drenched your shift, hair matted against your face. The rasp in your lungs had worsened, and it made his heart clench as you gasped for air, groaning deliriously.
‘Oh my love,’ He whispered, pushing your hair away from your face, pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes briefly flickered towards him, sighing before falling quiet once more.
Harwin couldn’t help but press his lips to your temple in comfort, heart clenching at the warmth that prickled beneath his lips.
Quickly he picked up the cloth he had brought, folding it before dipping it into the water, letting it soak for a moment before bringing it to your skin. A whimper left your lips but he pressed on, wiping away any trace of sweat that he could see.
Leave the cloth to rest on your head, he reached into the pouch on his belt pulling out a small vial of oil. Pouring a generous amount into the centre of his palm, rubbing his hands together, eyes never leaving your face as you rested.
Harwin leant over you letting his hands rest against your neck, unable to hold back his smile as you keened beneath his touch. He began to massage around your jaw, your neck and just above your collarbones.
His hands wondered down your arms to your hands, taking one in his grasp and letting his thumb follow the lines that were etched into your palm before taking the other and doing the same.
‘Ser Harwin!’ He turned to find one of the young maids at the door, ‘i’m sorry I didn’t think anyone would be here Commander! I just came to check in on the Princess.’
He gave her a nod in greeting, standing to his feet.
‘At ease Maisley, it’s okay. I’m seeing to that the Princess is well looked after. Her fever has gone down considerably since I arrived. I would suggest helping her change into a new shift, she may grow uncomfortable when she awakens.’
She nodded, hurrying around the room. Even when she brought over the partition to obscure the bed from sight, Harwin turned his back to it, not wanting to make either of the ladies uncomfortable.
When a cough disrupted the silence, he looked up at the sight of one of the kitchen hands carrying a tray in the doorway.
‘The broth you requested Commander,’ The young boy announced, nodding to the black pot that sat beside the bowl of steaming broth, ‘Mrs Crooke also thought it best to also give some mint ginger tea, said it would help get her back to health in no time.’
‘Thank you, and give my thanks to Mrs Crooke once more. Let her know I will visit as soon as the moment arises,’ He said as he took it with a smile, the boy bowed to him before making his way out of the room.
Harwin placed the tray down on the bedside table once Maisley began to move the partition away to reveal you adorning a new shift, replacing the old one which she held in her grasp. She turned to the Commander.
‘Will that be all Ser Harwin? Anything else you may need?’
He smiled towards her. ‘Not at the moment thank you Maisley, go get some rest.’
The young maid bowed to him before also taking her leave, shutting the door firmly behind her.
‘Harwin?’
Whipping around, he found you staring up at him sluggishly, eyes barely open, a hand reaching out to him.
‘I’m here my love, I’m right here,’ He caressed your cheek, eyes softening as you even in your sickened state, leant into his touch.
You smiled up at him, but it faded as you took in your shift, the heaviness of your chest evident, glancing around to recognise your own chambers.
‘What happened? I-I remember us in the gardens and—’
‘It’s okay Y/N, you're safe.’ He hushed you, turning your face towards his, keeping his hand on your neck to keep you steady. ‘You were ill and fainted, I brought you to your room and the Maester took a look at you.’
Slowly the panic eased from your body, leaning back into the warmth of your bed, watching as Harwin picked up the steaming bowl from your bedside table.
‘You must eat, you need to keep your strength up.’
‘I’m not hungry Harwin, I’m just so sleepy …’
‘How about you eat just a little, then you can get some more rest? For my sake?’
You chuckled quietly at his child-like request, carefully trying to sit up. Harwin was quick to assist, a brief squeak leaving you as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up to lean against the headboard and adjusting the pillow to accomodate you.
When you reached for the spoon, he was quick to pull away with a shake of his head and wearing a smirk, bringing the warm spoon to your lips.
‘I may be sick, Harwin, but I am not lame,’ You croaked only for your words to splutter as you coughed roughly, feeling his hand rub soothingly across your back.
When the coughing lessened, and your wheezing quietened, Harwin gently said as he brushed your hair back, ‘That may be so, but let me take care of you my love.’
Too tired to resist, you allowed him to feed a few spoons of broth. Even with your mouth feeling dry and tastebuds dulled, you enjoyed the rich chicken, rosemary and thyme that broke through; munching quietly on some of the carrots, potatoes and onion as he watched attentively.
Soon enough the bowl was empty, and Harwin was setting it aside before easing you back against the bed, your eyes now drooping sleepily. As he pulled back, your hand shot to his, gripping his fingertips weakly.
‘Please don’t go Harwin …’ You gasped, ‘I-I don’t want to be alone.’
Harwin’s heart broke, bending so he was looking into your eyes. ‘I’ll be only a moment darling, I just want to stoke the fire.’
‘Hmm, it is cold ...’ You whimpered. Harwin’s brow furrowed quickly placing the back of his hands against your forehead only to curse. Your fever had returned, and worse it seemed.
Quickly, he rushed around the room. Tossing a few new logs and kindling into the grand fireplace, he stoked at the flames until it was roaring and heat swarmed the room.
Returning to kneel at your side, he grabbed the soaking cloth once more, gently dabbing it across your face. A trembling cry left your lips, a tear slipping down your cheek.
‘Please don’t leave me ...’
‘I’ll be here beloved,’ He whispered shakily against your cheek where he laid a soft kiss, running his fingertips through your hair. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
Leaning his forehead against yours, he silently prayed, asking the seven—or whatever force was present—to stay their hand and leave you be. He wouldn’t allow them to take you so easily.
The next morning after yet another restless night of anxious thoughts, Rhaenyra accompanied her father towards her sisters room like she had for the last few days.
When she had tried to get closer to aid Y/N where she could, the Maesters and maids held her back, not wanting the heir to the throne to avoid potentially catching the sickness.
It had angered her that she could not help her sister, instead ordering those who were present to do all they could for her. She could only hope that her sister had made improvement.
When the door to your chambers opened, a gasp left Rhaenyra’s lips, but this time out of shocked delight.
You were now sitting up in bed with your hair tied back sipping at what she presumed to be tea, revealing the colour that had returned to your cheeks, wearing a smile at the sight of your father and sister.
Just like days previous, Rhaenyra ran to her sister ignoring the cries of the maids and Maesters, jumping across the bed to pull you into a fierce, tight hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning your cheek against her head.
‘Sister you are fool to let yourself get ill so easily!’ Your sister cried, shaking you as if to bring clarity to your mind.
Smiling, you pulled away to look at her, only to sigh at the tears evident in her eyes. You pressed your hands to her cheeks. ‘I am sorry I worried you Nyra. You know how stubborn I can get in my own ways.’
Rhaenyra couldn’t help but shake with quiet laughter before pressing her lips to your forehead, letting your head rest on her shoulder.
At the sound of a familiar cane striking against stone, you looked up to see your father at your side, tears streaming down his face.
‘Oh father!’
Pulling away once more from your sister, you embraced your father, tears of your own springing to your eyes as his hand came up to run through your hair, also pressing a kiss to your forehead.
‘My dear sweet girl,’ He whispered to you, ‘thank the gods that you are okay!’
‘There is someone you should thank though father.’
When your father pulled away in confusion, you nodded with a smile towards the man that once more stood in the far corner, hands clasped in front of him as he observed the room.
‘The Commander nursed me back to health. Had broth made and brought to me, eased my fever, and watched over me during the night.’
Harwin gave a nod to you, deep shadows sat beneath his eyes, tiredness straining at his limbs, but he would do it all over again just to see the way you smiled at him.
‘Ser Harwin,’ Viserys limps towards the Commander, leaning heavily on his cane as his hand came down on the man’s shoulder, ‘Thank you my boy. I will forever be in your debt for taking such care of my daughter.’
Harwin smiled briefly, bowing to the King. ‘Not at all your majesty, I only do what is best to keep the Princess safe as it is my duty. I’ve dealt with a lot of sickness in my life, I did not want to see her go through the same suffering that I’ve seen others go through. I must say, the Princess has an enduring spirit, she fought hard.’
You ducked your head with a shy smile, feeling a sudden nudge to look up at Rhaenyra who raised her eyebrow with a small smirk and you couldn’t help but giggle, hiding your face against her shoulder.
It was a day later you found yourself fully recovered, out of bed and dressed in a stunning blue dress, you left the confines of your room.
After some business had been attended to, you rushed out of your father’s room with excitement. Harwin stood in the corridor, his head turning towards you as you rushed towards him.
‘Ser Harwin, it is good to see you on such a beautiful day.’
‘Princess,’ He bowed his head in greeting to you with a smile, ‘I’m happy to see you doing so well.’
Quickly looking around, you took his hand, pulling him along with you. At first he was hesitant, looking around once more before following you into a small alcove, dimly lit by the sunshine that fell through from the corridor.
You turned to him, nervously picking at your nails as you glance up at him. ‘I wanted to thank you for taking care of me Harwin.’
‘Princess—‘ At your raised eyebrow, he corrected himself, ‘Y/N you do not need to thank me.’
‘But I do, because I know you didn’t need to take care of me the way you did. I need to know ... why you did it.’
For a moment he stared at you silently before sighing. Stepping forward slowly he removed his gloves tucking them into his belt, taking your hand into his.
‘Seeing you in that bed brought back memories I never want to see again. My mother s-she,’ He closed his eyes briefly before looking down at you, ‘She died of influenza. I watched her leave us in the arms of my father, the one woman able to ease his heart gone in a matter of days. And I couldn’t let you go.’
You felt his thumb trace the lines of your palm, but your eyes did not stray from his, your hand immediately reaching for his cheek to wipe away the tears that fell.
Leaning into your touch, he tipped your chin up as he brought his forehead to yours. ‘I couldn’t lose the woman I love to that, not again. You are the one thing that gives me meaning and purpose. Upon my vow, I will do everything in my power to ensure you are safe and loved.’
A small gasp left your lips after hearing his words, his breath batting against your skin. Without hesitating, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your hand still resting against his cheek.
Sighing against your lips, Harwin’s hand fell from your chin to rest against your waist pulling you even closer. When you parted, his nuzzled his nose against yours affectionately making you laugh.
‘Oh how I missed that sound.’
You smiled sweetly up at him, pushing away the wild curls that obscured his beautiful eyes from your sight.
‘I went to see my father today, told him of my desire to marry you,’ You whispered against his lips, smiling as he pulled away in shock, ‘I must warn you, Rhaenyra also has put in a good word for you to him. She believes you’ve already proved yourself enough.’
Harwin felt as if he was in a dream, the blood thumping in his veins fuelled by the happiness that wrapped around his heart.
‘Have I ever told you how I love you?’
You laughed, gripping his hand between you. ‘You showed with your actions, they spoke so loudly and showed me how incredible of a man you are. One that I would like to have as my husband.’
Harwin smiled widely, letting his head fall to your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle as his nose brushed your skin, lips pressing against below your collarbone where he felt the pulse of your heartbeat.
A loud squeal left your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around laughing heartily.
As history came to pass, people would know how Harwin Strong’s greatest honour was the love he held for his wife, Princess Y/N Targaryen and their children. And from that day onward, as he had vowed, Harwin protected, loved and ensured your happiness for the rest of your days.
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"Yes, me dressed up perfectly and eating like a warhog"
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~ At the Inn of the Kneeling Man, where Torrhen Stark bent the knee and swore fealty to Aegon the Conqueror~
"Harwin?" Arya whispered. It was! Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb, and drink too much on feast days. He was thinner, harder somehow, and at Winterfell he had never worn a beard, but it was him—her father's man. "Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me!" …..
…. His eyes went wide, "Gods be good," he said in a choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her."
"The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell." - Arya II, A Storm of Swords
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out of all of viserys’ kids (daeron/nyra included) on a night out, who’s unconscious on the bar, who’s dancing on the tables, who’s gone to hook up with the bartender, who’s singing bad karaoke and who’s the designated driver?
(and why is the last one aemond?)
helaena is dancing on the tables like the free queen she is. she's either dead sober or on lsd but either way she's thriving.
aegon swore up and down he could out-drink a random stranger and folded after like two drinks. he's passed out on the table. the stranger was cregan stark. northmen are made of stronger stuff.
rhaenyra is in the back room hooking up with the bartender. the bartender is harwin and her opening move was to call him a whore (he was very much into it).
daeron is singing karaoke very badly. despite this there is a throng of admirers around him who genuinely believe he's the next beyoncé.
aemond didn't even want to come. his bedtime was three hours ago and he made it everyone's problem on the way there.
but here he is, trying to get helaena off the tables before she falls and breaks her leg. waking aegon up and getting him a trash bin before he vomits on the floor and gets them kicked out. texting rhaenyra a reminder to use protection. videotaping daeron for future blackmail purposes.
aemond later somehow ends up behind the bar covering for harwin the bartender. aegon resurrects from the dead for just long enough to take a video of him yelling at a drunk middle-aged lady.
the video goes viral on twitter.
#why is this making me want to write a succession style modern au#i think some elements like alicent and viserys don't translate over well enough to modern times but still#aemond targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#daeron targaryen#aegon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#helaena targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon#aemond#aegon#aegon ii#aegon the elder#aemond one eye#rhaenyra#daeron#helaena#harwin strong#harwin#cregan stark#cregan
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The two brothers
Contents: cheating, violence, child birth, pregnancy
Not beta read
Summary: The wife of Larys Strong finds comfort in his brothers arms.
People often mistook your kindness towards others for stupidity, not only your kindness, but also your sense of duty towards your own family. It was these traits that made you end up in the situation you were in at the moment.
Your father had decided to marry you off. He had wanted you to marry a good man and in the end he had found you a match he deemed acceptable. Most Lords would want to marry their daughter off to the first born son of a higher Lord then themselves. Since your house was rather small and your father had been lucky that a house such as the house Strong would accept a proposal of marriage your father had not insisted on you marrying Lord Lyonel‘s oldest son, but had rather told him that it would be a great honour either way.
Lord Lyonel had decided that you would be a better match for his younger son, Larys. At first you did not quite understand why a Lord would not marry his older son off first, but after meeting Larys for the first time you understood why. He had a clubfoot, something that most higher born Ladies found repulsing. They were too vain to take a look behind the exterior and mostly wanted a man that they could give their favour to during battle.
You had decided to accept your fate without complaint and get to know the man that was probably three or four years your senior. Since you had only met shortly before your wedding there was not much time to get to know him well. Yet from the few days you had spent with him you could tell a few things about the man. He was more intelligent than people presumed. His knowledge about people was immense since he usually just watched and listened. Larys was very calm, but something about him seemed strange, as if there was something not quite right with him.
Your wedding feast was not extravagant, but nice and cozy. There were not too many guests, only family members and other people that had closer connections to your and his family.
Larys and you got along rather well. He was kind to you and tried to make you happy. Even if his way of trying to make you happy scared you sometimes. Early on in your marriage one of the men in your father in laws household had accidentally spilled hot water on your leg. It had been painful, but there was no greater damage done than that. You had not been angry at the servant at all, you always said accidents can happen and since you were not injured you had almost forgotten the incident again.
Only as you saw the servant again a few days later were you horrified. He had burns all over his arms and his neck and by the way he moved it seemed as if these were not the only burns he had suffered from. After asking him what had happened and not receiving an answer, you sought out your husband. He told you what had happened to the man and it was even more horrifying than the sight of him. Your husband had ordered to make the man feel the same pain you had felt, he had called it a fair exchange.
Before this incident you had thought that your marriage would be bearable and you might even find a friend in Larys or even learn to love him. Yet after that you were scared of him. You walked on eggshells, trying to not anger him. However, you quickly learned that it was never you that angered him. Others were always responsible, even if it was something you had definitely done. To you it seemed as if he could never think you did anything wrong, as if there was always an excuse for you.
You had learned to escape Larys‘ anger. You had learned to weasel out of a conversation with him. You had learned many ways to escape your terrifying husband, yet there was one thing you never learned how to escape: that was his bed. You did lay with him. Yet there was no pleasure in it, there was no joy for you, there was only duty during these nights in his chambers.
However, you found this pleasure and joy elsewhere. It had taken you a very long time to accept that you were also allowed to desire pleasure and also seek it out. But as soon as you had found it, you never wanted to let go of it.
The man that brought you pleasure was no other than your husband's brother. How it happened is a long and very complicated story, but to put it short: after one of your husband‘s ways of showing you how much he cares about you, you had left your chambers. Since you were still shocked you wandered around the castle to find some sort of comfort. Stumbling upon Ser Harwin was the best thing to happen to you that day.
Since then you have had an affair with him. Hiding it as best as you could and only seeing him whenever your husband had no chance of finding you or spotting you with his brother.
After your father in law, brother in law, husband and yourself had journeyed to Kings Landing so that Lord Lyonel could take his place in the small council life got easier for you. Not only was your affair with Harwin much easier to hide now, but it was also easier to stay out of your husband's way. He often thought that you had just spent the day with the other Ladies or in the gardens.
„Lady Strong?“, the voice was soft, the voice of a woman. You turned to look at the person that had called out to you. It was Princess Rhaenyra. Even after spending a lot of time at court you had not interacted much with the Princess.
„Princess,“ you curtseyed. A soft smile on your face as you stood straight again. She smiled warmly and walked towards you.
„Do you mind walking with me?“, she asked. Her gown was a bright red colour with black accents, her silvery white hair fell over her shoulder like a waterfall of liquid silver.
„Of course not, your Highness,“ you gave her a kind smile as you waited for her to join you. As you two made your way through the gardens in comfortable silence you looked around. The gardens in the Red Keep were beautiful, nothing compared to the small garden your family seat had held in its walls.
„May I ask how long you and Lord Larys have been married already?“, the Princess tilted her head to the side. The question made sense and you did have a gut feeling about the question that will follow. Many people have asked you the same question before. The only person that did not seem to mind was Lyonel.
„We have been married for almost nine years now, your Highness.“, you answered. It was an awful long time and you had felt uncomfortable for almost every second of it. You attended to all of your wifely duties and tried to make it as bearable as possible for yourself.
„That is a very long time…“, the Princess hummed. „And you do not have a child yet?“ she asked.
This was a question you always hated to answer. Many people asked about it and most people thought of it as amusing, which it also was for them. You had already been to the Maesters many times, asking them if there was something wrong with you. Asked them if your womb could not carry a child, yet they always told you that you were healthy and that it seemed as if your womb would be able to carry a child without causing much trouble for your body.
„No, sadly our marriage has not been blessed with children yet.“ you smiled at her. She just nodded. A somber expression suddenly painted her features.
You looked ahead and saw your husband smelling flowers. He was leaning on his cane, balancing himself. Larys looked so peaceful at that moment, something that did not happen a lot. Often he looked like he was in pain or like some dark thoughts were plaguing his mind.
„Ah! Your Highness,“ he bowed to Rhaenyra, „My dear,“ he extended his arm towards you. You stepped away from the Princess and took his hand, gently squeezing it. He pulled you slightly towards him, a warm smile ghosting on his lips as you kissed his cheek.
The Princess watched the whole interaction carefully. She saw something that many people did not notice or just not care about: she could see the distance between the two people. The distance that was so obvious if you knew about it and so hard to spot if you had no idea what you were looking for.
„Would you please excuse my wife and me for a moment, your Highness?“ Larys asked. You tensed up beside him as he smiled at the Princess. Many questions were running through your mind as you stood there. Did he find out? Will he demand you to see a Maester again? What does he want that he cannot ask you in front of the Princess.
„Of course. I wish you two a nice evening, Lord Larys, Lady (Y/N).“ she nodded, smiled kindly and left.
For a while you just stood beside Larys. Straightening your dress over and over again, trying to stand even straighter, pressing your hands tighter together, just to make this unbearable silence end.
„Will you join me in our chambers tonight?“ he asked, his eyes fixed on the flowers before him. A soft huff escaped your lips, but you quickly turned it into clearing your throat. His eyes snapped up to you, worry written across his features. „Are you alright?“
„Yes, of course. I will always be there.“, sometimes you really wanted to not go to your shared chambers, but rather spend the whole night somewhere else. „And, yes. The cold is only slowly getting to me. The fire does not keep me warm enough, I fear.“ A small smile crept onto your lips.
„I shall let the servants know that they shall bring us more blankets now that it is getting colder. Is there anything else that you need?“ He said. Slowly, he reached out to you, gently cupping your cheek.
„No, but thank you for taking care of this.“ you leaned into his warm hand, knowing that it would make him happy and less suspicious. There was always this fear in the back of your mind that he would find out. In this case you would not only fear for your own life, but also for Harwin‘s life.
„There is something else…I will have to take care of some business tonight and will sadly only be able to retire late to our chambers. Please do not worry.“ his smile was sweet, but almost held something dangerous, you knew all too well that this sweet smile only hid cruelty.
After finally being able to escape the gardens where Larys had held you captive for what felt like hours you were about to return to your own chambers when you instead made your way to Harwin‘s. You needed to speak to him. Actually, you did not need to speak to him, yet you wanted to speak to him.
Softly you knocked on the heavy wooden doors of his chamber, waiting for an answer. The door opened and Harwin stood there, his hair loosely hanging in his face and his eyes looked tired. However, he let you enter. There was not a word exchanged between the two of you when you entered and sat down on the sofa which stood in the middle of his chambers. You slouched against the soft cushions and closed your eyes, trying not to scream. There were times when you just wanted to scream without a particular reason, just to let out all of the emotions balling up in your chest.
„Wine?“ Harwin quietly rasped out as he handed you an already filled cup. He sat down beside you. His scent was intoxicating. He smelled of wood and rain, it had been raining the whole day and he had probably spent most of the time outside.
You wordlessly took the cup, paused before drowning it. „Thank you.“ you took the first sip of your wine and closed your eyes after you had drowned the rest of the sweet liquid in one go.
„Are you alright?“ ,he gently took the cup from your hand and filled it again. His other hand resting on your shoulder. You rested your head on his arm as he handed you the cup of wine again. Harwin always seemed to know when something was wrong. He was a very attentive man even if people did not seem to realise that.
„It seems that more than enough people are very keen on seeing me with child. Larys requests my presence every night, the Princess asked about it, seven hells your father even seems to be getting impatient. I know it is my duty to bear your brother sons, but it seems as if his seed will just not take. I do not understand why it will not work, but it does not. I have been to so many Maesters and they tell me the same thing.“ you buried your head in the crook of his neck. Trying not to start crying right then and there. Harwin gently stroked your back, drawing circles on it. You knew that it must pain him to hear you say such words, but you knew that he also understood why you said them. You had told him that you had the wish to bear a child, not only to satisfy Larys, so that he might be done with the seemingly endless nights in your chambers and to make your life easier. There were, after all, a lot of rumors about a woman that had been married for nine years and had not born a single child.
„Then let me put one inside you.“ he whispered. He knew that it was unfair towards his brother, the whole arrangement was unfair towards his brother, but right now Harwin did not care anymore. He wanted to see you happy and finally satisfied. Your arrangement had been based on trying to keep you without Harwin‘s child and the two of you had gone to extreme lengths to prevent that.
However, Harwin was sure now that this suggestion might change things, it might change yours and Larys‘ relationship, it might change yours and Harwin‘s relationship, but it might also make it better.
„Do it. I am tired of waiting and wondering how it feels for you to fill me up.“
That evening you had taken both of the Strong brothers. Both Harwin and Larys, and it had thrilled you. The excitement of it was more than you ever thought about, but you had enjoyed it.
Almost three moons had passed since then and you knew something was different. You still continued to see Harwin and you still had no chance of escaping Larys. Yet there was something different with you and you could feel it.
You did not have your moon blood for these three moons now, most mornings you felt nauseous, but never quite threw up. You felt like you were always on the verge of sickness, but it never took you over.
Your husband was nowhere to be found that day when you finally decided to seek out one of the Maesters. The old man had often heard you talk to him about why you could not seem to get with child. He had examined your body many times.
Now you stood there in front of him, waiting for him to finish his examination. He had looked at your stomach, gently pressed on his, looked in your throat, looked at your eyes, ears and nose, but it still left him unsatisfied.
„My Lady, you said you did not have your mood blood for three moons?“ he asked once more. His pale eyes looked you up and down.
„Yes.“ You just answered plainly, wanting this whole examination to be over.
„Hmmm…I see.“ he reached out and gently touched your stomach again, then moved to your breast and lifted it up. Even if you felt slightly uncomfortable you knew it was part of the procedure. Suddenly his eyes widened and he started to smile. „I am really an old fool.“ the Maester muttered under his breath. „My Lady, you are not sick…you are with child.“ he stated and his smile broadened when he spotted the excited gleam in your eyes. However, the excitement did not last long and quickly turned to horror.
„I am with child?“ you whispered, a realization dawning on you. It was probably not your husband's child. How high were the chances of him getting you with child on the same night as you laid with his brother when he had not been able to do it the nine years before.
The Maesters expression was kind and happy, he had been rather worried about your well being.
You just stood there and stared at the man, almost unable to fully grasp this situation. Of course you were happy, you would finally have a child, a child of your own. People would finally leave you in peace and your husband would be happy. A smile spread on your lips as the initial dread faded. Right now you did not care anymore if this child was your husband's child or the child of his brother.
„Thank you.“ You smiled at the Maester and walked out of the room before he could say anything else. In a haste you made your way to your chambers, looking for your husband. As you opened the door dread overcame you again.
What if he had found out? What if Larys was aware about your relationship with his brother, but had just accepted it, but what if this child changed things? You fully entered your chambers and sat down on your bed. Burying your head in your hands you let out a gut wrenching sob. Fear overcame you in that moment. You got up again and started pacing the room up and down. How would you tell him? Beside the fear, guilt also started to wash over you. After what felt like hours of pacing you sat down and quickly fell asleep on the soft cushions of your bed.
You woke up to a warm hand gently caressing your cheek. Shooting up you looked around, scared. The only person in the room was Larys, he was sitting at your bedside, his eyes widened slightly at your strong reaction.
„My dear, are you alright?“ he asked, carefully pressing a warm hand against your forehead. You stared at him, he looked like he had just climbed all the stairs of the Red Keep after having an argument with someone.
„Yes, I…“ you just shook your head. You knew it would be easier to tell him right away. „I went to see the Maester again today.“
He looked at you with an expression you had not really seen on him before. He almost looked like he was pitying you, like he felt bad about your worries all these years before. With a shaky hand you reached up and took his hand.
„I am with child, Larys.“ you whispered softly. You almost cried when you saw how his expression changed into something that almost shattered your soul. It was not a look of anger, it was not a look of disgust, it was a look of pure joy and thrilling excitement.
The news of you being with child traveled fast. Larys told his father and his brother while you were not there and from then on it spread like wildfire. People came to congratulate you or tell you how glad they were to hear about these joyous news. It did not take long for Harwin to seek you out afterwards. He had not asked you directly if the child could be his, because he knew the answer already.
Your loud and pained screams rippled through the castle in the middle of the night. The sheets, which you were holding on to were close to ripping as the midwives told you to push. They were encouraging you as you laid on the bed, sweat dripping down your forehead and your shoulders.
Your mind was fuzzy as you stared at one of the midwives, that was giving you instructions.
„You have to push, m‘lady.“, she almost shouted, or at least it felt like she was shouting at you, maybe she was to get to you through your soft wailing.
You could feel another contraction coming and you let out a scream of pain and pushed, praying to the Seven to make this living hell finally end. Taking deep ragged breaths in did not help you as the waves of pain hit you again. You pushed again.
„Only a little bit more, my Lady. I can already see the babe‘s head.“ the midwife said as she looked at you. You could only see the older woman through a haze.
„Please, I don‘t want to anymore….“ your whimper turned into a loud scream and you pushed again and after only one other push you could hear loud cries of a child.
You started to cry as well, relief washing over you as the woman handed you your babe and gently rested it against your breast.
After a few moments the door was pushed open and Larys entered the room. Your heart fluttered as you saw the joy in his face, it also pained you, you knew it was not his child, it had the blood of a strong, but not his.
However, you knew that he would be happy and finally be at peace. You knew you could finally be at peace. And you knew that no matter what, Harwin would be able to spend time with his child.
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Mine to take (I am his and he is mine pt. 2)
Summary: While Harwin was set on treating his new wife right after their wedding, she learns a little too quickly, exhausting even a patient man’s capabilities.
Notes: my god I love writing harwin smut so much. While this is a sequel to I am his, and he is mine it can also be read as a standalone
Warnings: slight d/s dynamics, dirty talk, reader knows exactly what they’re doing, choking/spanking, frisky behaviours, oral (m!receiving), softy Harwin loves aftercare
Masterlist | Part 1 | based on this request | requests are OPEN!
When Harwin returns to your chambers, he’s exhausted from City Watch patrol and all he wants is to fall into bed with his pretty wife – only that you’re not there.
He pauses at the emptiness of the bed. Usually, you’re already in your nightclothes at this time, asleep with a book in hand and it’s left to Harwin to carefully lie you down and cover you with a blanket.
Instead, the bed is empty. He searches through your rooms, in your newly deemed library, more books in shelves and piling on the floor, with notes scattered between them, but that too, is empty. Next, he looks in the nursery your father gifted to you prematurely, only to be disappointed by the sight of another empty room.
With an exasperated sigh, Harwin heads out of your chambers and towards the only other place you could be: the royal library.
He’s been here only a few times, most of them after he’s been married, and always to look for his wife. And indeed, you’re in the library as well. Curled up in a far corner, with a book in hand and-
Is that his shirt?
As he comes closer, Harwin can see that you’re wearing his shirt and simple linen pants. Only that his shirt is massive and gives everyone a perfect view of your cleavage.
“My love.” He greets you, leaning against the wall across from you.
“Harwin.” you smile up at him, almost doe-eyed.
“What are you reading that forced you out of our chambers?” he asked
“A book about Sothoryos. They have monsters so venomous they can kill a hundred men.” You replied, lifting the book up to emphasize the chain connected to it.
“And you did that… in my shirt?” Harwin asked.
“I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t exactly walk around in nightclothes, but I did not want to wake my maid-in-waiting to dress me this late. They’re quite comfortable.”
“Do you want to retire for the night?” Harwin offered, and you nodded, standing up to put the book away. Harwin watched as the shirt fell even lower, revealing the tops of your breasts.
Unaware of the predicament you were putting him in, you kissed him on the cheek, before hooking your arm in his. You made your way towards the exit of the library, but before you could step into the hallways of the Red Keep, Harwin put his gold cloak over your shoulders, trying to tie it in front of your breasts.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“Your shirt is- it’s quite revealing.” Harwin answered.
“Ah.” You replied, pulling the cloak closed and making your way toards your chambers.
“Ah?” Harwin asked after a few minutes.
“I didn’t realise.” You said. Harwin glanced down at you, the way you were practically skittering towards your chambers.
“Was Sothoryos that interesting?” he asked.
“You couldn’t drag me there for anything in the world, but it’s fun to read about.”
“I’d rather drag you somewhere else.” He mumbled, too quiet for you to hear.
The Red Keep seemed swept empty, the two of you only passing a few guards and Lord Beesbury, who tottered past you without a care in the world. But Harwin did not miss the glances the guards threw at his wife.
It wasn’t your clothes, or your cleavage, but simply that you were pretty enough to catch any man’s eye, and those in the Red Keep often had no manners.
“They’re staring at you.” Harwin said through gritted teeth.
“Is that so?” you asked, and Harwin saw you fight the devious smile worming itself onto your lips. Slowly, he began to realise what was going on.
“Was this your intention?”
“No.” you replied, but your tone was so uneven that he highly doubted it.
“It was.” He said, his mouth almost falling open in shock. “My innocent lady wife, trying to get me jealous. Why?”
“I wasn’t trying anything.” You said, but the smirk on your face was all-telling. Harwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the fact that the guards walking past were still staring, but when one of them turned to look at your ass after he’d passed you, something in Harwin snapped.
Quickly, he pulled you into an alcove, away from the main hallway, staring down at you with dark eyes.
“Why?” Harwin tried again, but you only smiled at him giving him no answer. Instead, you surged up, kissing him roughly. Harwin gave in, melting against your lips after such a long day. He almost gave a groan when you nipped his lower lip. Your hands were exactly where he liked them to be, lightly tugging at his hair.
Frustrated, he flipped you around, careful not to smack you against the wall, but still pressing you against the cool stone. His giant hands quickly dwarfed yours as he lowered himself down to your ear.
“Are you going to give me an answer or must I get it out of you myself?” he asked. Harwin wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to let this side of him come out so soon, if she’d like it, or withdraw again, terrified, but right now he needed this.
Instead of answering him, you gave him a cheeky smile, letting your ass brush against his crotch, where he was already hard.
So he flipped you back around, only to be met with the sight of your lust-blown pupils and heaving chest, revealed to him since his golden cloak had fallen of your shoulders.
“You’ve got a terrible lack of respect.” He warned.
“Is that so?” you jabbed.
“I am Lord Commander of the City Watch, heir to Harrenhal and your Lord Husband, so yes.”
“I didn’t know you took yourself so seriously.”
“You’re walking a dangerous line here.”
“Bite me.” You said, your smile still much too bright to his liking. Angrily, he hoisted you up over his shoulder, carrying you the rest of the way to your chambers. He didn’t care about the looks he got from the last pair of guards, only that their eyes wandered up to your ass on his shoulder too quickly.
When you made it to their chambers, Harwin kicked the door closed behind him, sitting you down on the edge of the bed.
The smug smile on your face made him feel murderous, and at the same time, he was impressed by the fact that you had grown this bold so quickly.
“How did you get this idea?”
“Believe it or not, I am in forced proximity to the other ladies of the court. I hear them talk about their affairs and such.”
“So you want to have an affair? Is that it?” Harwin hissed.
“No. Only taking their advice.”
“For what?”
“Getting ravished.” You said.
An idea began to form in Harwin’s head at your words. Two could play at this game. So he crossed the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, but instead of lying you down on the bed as he normally did, he picked you up, carrying you towards a wall.
Your legs were hooked tightly around his waist, stone digging into your back as he grabbed your ass in his palms.
“You want to get ravished, hmm?” he whispered in your ear, and you nodded, frantically trying to reach his neck to place kisses there, but he pulled away with a chuckle.
“Say it.” He demanded.
“Please. Please fuck me, husband.” You whispered breathlessly.
“My wife. What would people say if they saw you now, begging like a common whore.” Harwin replied. “Get on your knees.”
“What?” you stuttered, and Harwin reveled in your innocence.
“You’re a smart girl. Do what I did for you.” He commanded. You blushed furiously in response.
“I am-“ you began, but Harwin interrupted you.
“I don’t give a fuck what you are. You certainly didn’t.”
Slowly, you sank down to your knees, watching Harwin as he opened his breeches and took out his cock, pumping leisurely.
“Open up, my love.” He commanded. His hands threaded through your hair, he guided you, and you quickly found a rhythm, trying to apply what you had heard about… this.
You couldn’t see him well, but you could hear him, groaning praises to you.
“You look so pretty like that, on your knees for me.” He said, hips bucking upward as his head fell back.
After a while, he grabbed your hair in his hands, carefully tugging at it and pulling you upwards. You stood on wobbly knees, letting him wipe the spit out of the corner of your mouth.
With no qualms about it, Harwin kissed you, leading you to the bed a little gentler than before.
His hand wandered down your body, going between your legs.
“You’re soaked for me love. All that from sucking my cock?” he demanded.
“Please.” You replied. Harwin wanted to chuckle to himself. You were a mess, blushing furiously but obviously hoping for him.
He took his time with your clothes, letting his hands trail so slowly he could see the frustration form in your eyes. Slowly, he palmed your breasts, licking your nipples until they grew hard, before moving on to your cunt.
Harwin draws teasing you out, letting his beard barely scratch you clit, touching you everywhere except where you need him to be. When you try to push him down, he grabs your hand, holding it down on the mattress.
“You want to be fucked?” he asked again, and you nodded enthusiastically, brows furrowing to confusion as he leaned back against the cushions.
“Get on top.” He commanded.
Hesitantly, you moved to hover over him, and Harwin helped you guide himself into you. As you sank down on his dick, his hands found your hips, steadying you carefully.
“Good?” he asked, his caring side taking over. Yes, he was frustrated, but he would never risk hurting you.
“Yeah.” You replied. With his hands guiding you, you rolled your hips, causing him to hit that spot inside you.
“Take your pleasure.” He commanded. You moved around for a bit, trying to figure out what felt right, and when you did, you started moving more quickly.
You felt his eyes burn into you, never once leaving your form. When Harwin gave you a smirk, you couldn’t help but comment.
“What?” you snapped.
“Look at you, bouncing on my cock.”
“I-“ you began, freezing where you were. And then, his hand was on your neck. Not quite choking, but still dangerously close to it.
“You like that?” Harwin asked. You nodded in response, and he dared to squeeze a little tighter.
“Keep going.” He commanded, and you continued to move, feeling the tension build up in your belly. You let yourself be loud, not caring how much any guards outside might hear, only caring about the high you were chasing.
Harwin was still watching you, and when he saw you get close, he began bucking up into you, helping you along until you came around his cock, your cunt desperately clenching for more.
You practically collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you.
“You didn’t get your release.” You murmured.
“It’s fine.” He said, his hands wandering to your hips to lift you off.
“No, keep going. I’m not sure if I can move though.” You replied.
Harwin nodded, positioning your head onto his chest. You felt him thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your ass as you bounced upwards, your head in the crook of his shoulders. Not soon after, his thrusts grew sloppy.
Wanting him to feel as good as you, you did your best to ride him for the last part of it. You felt a sense of pride as his head tipped back, giant hands practically bruising your hips with his grip until you felt him spill inside you.
Completely exhausted, you rolled off of him, lying down next to him. You stayed like that for a while, until he opened his eyes again with a smile on his face.
“I suppose you should disrespect me more often.” He said.
“Perhaps.” You replied, spreading out on the bed like a lazy cat. When Harwin got up, you followed his movements shamelessly, staring at his back like there was no tomorrow.
Suddenly, you heard him chuckle.
“What is it?” you asked.
“You moved the bed.” He replied.
“The power you possess over me.” You sighed, letting him push the bed back into place. He returned with towel, cloth and a jug of wine.
Carefully, Harwin wiped you down, before he dried off your back. You hadn’t noticed yourself sweat, but this felt like a treat anyway.
When he was done, he handed you a glass of wine.
“How was your day?” you asked.
“Tiring. There’s a group of children running around in Flea Bottom, cutting the purses of the people.”
“Did you catch them?”
“Actually, I let them go.” He admitted. “There’s no sense in chopping off the hands of hungry children. They’ll only grow to resent the king. Gave them an earful about stealing though.”
“That’s kind of you.”
“What about you?” Harwin asked. As you moved behind him to work out the tenseness in his shoulders, you thought for a moment.
“Grand Maester Orwyle and I got into a small argument over whether or not I should be in the royal library all the time, and of course, I read about Sothoryos. I also visited the stables, to pick a horse so that I can accompany you riding sometime.”
“Why did you argue with the Grand Maester?” Harwin asked. “Is the library not open to everyone?”
“It is, but he finds that I take up too much space. Even though the books I read are mostly dusted over.” You complain.
“I’ll have a word with him tomorrow.” Harwin decided.
“You mustn’t.”
“I must. Otherwise, you’ll be caught stealing from the library soon.” He joked. Carefully, he turned around to you, grabbing you by the waist and setting you down in front of him.
You wanted to protest, but he had already begun working out the kinks in your own neck.
“You do need better posture if you want to continue reading though.” Harwin said.
“And they more comfortable seating arrangements.” You replied.
“I’d like to go riding with you.” Harwin interjected. “It can be fun, if done properly.”
“I see that now.” You joked. Harwin rolled his eyes at that, lifting up the covers next to him and allowing you to cuddle into his arms.
“I’m so glad I married you.” You said, missing the smile on his face at your words. Yes, married life was far better than you had thought, even if you would have to pull your lord husband off of the Grand Maester tomorrow.
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The White Sheep - Harwin Strong X Reader
You are the second born daughter of King Viserys, often referred to as the White Sheep, as you are too pure to be reminiscent of the black and red colors of your family. You fall in love with your personal guard, Harwin Strong. But when he rejects you, you seek to mend your broken heart in the streets of Kings Landing.
(This is the first fic I’m posting on tumblr! Apologies if the formatting is wacky because I’m on mobile! Hope you like it! Angst with a happy ending because I’m a sucker for it, also slight violence/creepy assholes are mentioned)
The evening had been a long one. A feast, followed by rounds of drinking and dancing, welcomed esteemed guests to Kings Landing. Many of them had hoped to grab either yours or your older sister Rhaenyra’s attention. After all, being one of the daughters of the ailing king who had no sons to offer his realm, it became apparent that one of you would rule the Seven Kingdoms one day, at least for a time. Men salivated at the thought of the wealth and prosperity that would be promised by your hand in marriage. All who tried to win your hearts failed miserably, each attempt fizzling out quicker than the one before it as the two of you grew weary of the men vying for your time. You gave up long before your sister and you tried not to note the look of disappointment on your father’s face when you asked for your personal guard, Ser Harwin, to escort you to your chambers. He certainly did not believe the lie you fed him about having caught a chill from the night air, but after several goblets of wine, the king could not have argued if he wanted to. At least not articulately.
Usually you and your knight would discuss the suitors (and all of their shortcomings) in much detail on the walk back into the castle. There would be laughter and giggles and you would fall into a similar stride before you bid each other goodnight. Sometimes he would even sneak in for a nightcap, enjoying a drink or two and spending time conversing with you until the early hours of the morning. However, this time was different.
This event felt more serious to you. There were men that spoke to you with a tone that was entirely too comfortable, as if they expected that you would accept a proposal if it were offered. They knew certain things that you liked, or didn’t. It was clear that someone was feeding them information in an attempt to make you feel more at ease in their presence. Your father wanted you married, and you couldn’t deny him much longer. But deep down you knew that you didn’t want to marry any of the lords on display tonight. The brazen ones, the old lords with aging hair or the young ones full of bravado and unchecked confidence, the ones who couldn’t hide their interest in the jewels you wore, and even the ones who seemed perfectly nice and proper.
You wanted to marry your knight.
Ser Harwin.
Your feelings for him were strong and they always had been. The day you two became introduced was seared into your memory. Curly brown hair that fell above his shoulders, deep cerulean eyes, a voice as gentle as honey but at the same time rough like the sand. You were transfixed. But if he were simply just handsome, your feelings might have been fleeting, chased away by thoughts of your respective duties. But Harwin was so much more than his looks. He was charming and he had a quick wit about him. Aside from your sister, you rarely had the pleasure of interacting with someone who wasn’t afraid of showing you their true personality, and Harwin was always his authentic self. He was courteous and kind but also lively, full of quips and quiet barbs that never failed to make you laugh. Your personal guard soon became your dearest friend and confidant, and your love only grew deeper from there.
You had been described as the white sheep of your family. Typically one would say black, but you were always described as pure and chaste, the traditional black and red colors of your family not matching your nature. Even your fury had a quietness to it. Having a fiery firstborn sister like Rhaenyra meant that you were hardly noticed or mentioned as an afterthought. Which hardly bothered you, as the freedom your sister so badly craved was almost second nature to you. Although still bound by duty and shackled by royalty, you were afforded much more privacy, whether you chose to hide in the expanse of a library or the greens of the gardens. There was a comfort in aloneness, but there were times where it was too much to bear, where it started to creep into the territory of being forgotten. But Harwin chased away any feelings of loneliness simply by being in the room with you. He made you feel seen, appreciated, even loved.
“We have arrived, princess.” Harwin said quietly, breaking you from your thoughts. Something was off about him too. He hadn’t said a word the whole way back to your room. You didn’t know if you should take comfort in that or not.
“So we have.” You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through you, like a flash of fire in your belly. He had to know how you felt. And if not now, then when? Time to talk of these matters was beginning to dwindle, and you knew it. “Would you join me for a moment, Ser Harwin?”
He hesitated. There was a playfulness between you two that he had to come to expect. If things were still truly lighthearted in nature, you wouldn’t have had to ask. You would’ve grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside already. The first time you had done so he was rightfully alarmed, squabbling about the indecency of it all, but it became such a regular occurrence that he began to just shake his head and take his place in one of the tufted arm chairs that adorned your room.
“The hour has grown late. You should retire soon, princess.” He said gently.
“Please ser,” your voice was heavy and thick with emotion, “I must talk with you.”
Harwin sighed and made a motion for you to enter first. He closed the door behind the two of you and stood in front of it.
The fire inside you started to die, washed away with waves of dread. You didn’t know how to broach the subject, and so you stood there awkwardly, wringing your hands until you mustered the courage to speak. “My father wishes for me to marry.”
Harwin nodded in agreement. “Every man wishes to see his daughter contented with marriage. You knew this day would come. Your father has more at stake compared to others in this same situation. Of course he’s going to try and introduce you to suitors, princess.”
“I do not wish to marry them. I do not love them.”
“My lady-“
“I love you, Ser Harwin.”
Harwin’s expression was unreadable. He had never looked so serious, at least in your presence. You watched him swallow and clear his throat, shifting uncomfortably against the door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before flashing you a small smile. “You flatter me, princess.”
It wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you were undeterred. “I do not intend flatter you ser. I only speak the truth. I love you, Harwin Strong. I want to be your wife.” You approached him and took one of his gloved hands, placing it against your cheek as you looked up at him. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes again as he stroked your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch and took another step closer, only to be met with him pulling his hand back to place it gingerly on your shoulder, holding you in place.
“My princess, I’m afraid you may be confusing love with infatuation.” Harwin spoke barley above a whisper. His expression was pained, which did nothing to ease the sensation of your heart breaking. “You are so young. There are men who are more suited to be your partner than me. You’ll come to understand this.”
“Very well ser. I thank you for your time and honesty,” you said politely, a fake smile plastered over your face. Of course he didn’t love you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? You were too young, too inexperienced for a man like him. He thought nothing more of you than a silly girl with a crush. Worse, he probably only thought of you as a job, a chore, a burden. All of those memories of his company that once brought you great happiness were tainted with the thought of him counting down the minutes until he could leave. You would not waste his time any longer, you decided.
“The hour has grown late, as you said. I shall bid you goodnight.” You turned and faced the fireplace, hot tears streaming down your face. You bit down on your lip to swallow a sharp cry that threatened to spill forth. Despite your best efforts, Harwin knew immediately how upset you were. He took a step closer to you and began to speak again.
“Princess-“
“Goodnight, Ser Harwin.” You said coldly, not turning to look at him.
You heard the sound of Harwin’s armor clinking softly as he bowed. The creak of the door signaled his exit. Only then did you collapse onto the floor and let out a sob that wracked your whole body. Tears continued to spill until no more could come forth. Your eyes felt heavy, and soon sleep overcame you.
You refused to be seen by your handmaidens the next morning. You also refused breakfast. The only good thing about this affliction of the heart was that it gave credence to your “chill of the night” excuse that you gave your father the evening before.
You did not leave your room the entire day.
When the day had waned and night was beginning to fall, someone knocked on the door and inquired about dinner. Your stomach rumbled at the thought but your appetite immediately soured at the thought of Harwin being outside the door. You declined dinner as well.
Your sister insisted on a maester being sent in to examine you but you managed to charm your way out of that as well. You just wanted to be alone.
You walked over to your window at one point and took in a view of the kingdom as it lit up the dark.
Harwin had practically implied that you were too inexperienced to be his woman. That you were a spoiled, privileged princess that did not know anything of the real world.
That was going to change, tonight.
You sent word for one of your handmaidens to see you at once. You gnawed at your fingernails as the moments passed until finally you heard a small timid knock at your door. You practically pulled her inside by her arm, closing the door quickly in case your knight was waiting outside.
“My lady, we have been worried about you today.” The handmaiden spoke softly. “Are you ill? Can I send for anything for you?”
“I just need your clothes.” You said quickly, trying to ease the confused look on her face with a dismissive wave. “I promise I will take good care of them. I will give you one of my jeweled necklaces as a thank you. This means a lot to me.”
Excited by the promise of your jewelry, the young girl nodded furiously and started to disrobe. You gave her one of your nightdresses to change into and told her to wait several moments before returning to her quarters. After she left, you took great care into tucking your hair into the white cap that she had left you. It amazed you that once you had hidden your signature Targaryen locks and changed your dress that you went from Princess of Dragonstone to handmaiden, all except for the hint of lilac in your eyes.
Your sister had taught you how to escape from the Red Keep before, and even though it had been years, you weaved through the damp tunnels expertly. Once you were outside the main gates, you paused. This was the farthest you had ever gotten before. Rhaenyra was much more adventurous than you, and after she failed to persuade you to join her, she would take off anyway. You admired her fearlessness as you watched her disappear down the road until she was out of sight. You would always wait for her to return, curled up in a cloak as the night air nipped at you. She never chided you for not coming. If anything, when she would come back she would reward you with some little trinket, joking that you were the better of the two and you deserved something for it.
Your sister would have an entire evening of freedom and exhilaration, and you would choose the comfort of the steps of your home, every time.
Not this time.
You hurriedly rushed down the same road your sister took all those years ago, your fears and doubts biting at your insides until you reached the outskirts of Kings Landing. The darkness of night ebbed away with torches and lanterns that were lit in the city streets. You were amazed at how many people were up at the late hour. Men and women drinking, laughing, crowding the roads as they made their way towards taverns and street shows. Vendors offering cooked meats and shoddy jewelry. Drunkards spitting and coughing up their wine, couples intertwined and dancing as bards filled the night air with love songs. It was all too much, too fast, but you were determined to drink it up. Hesitant, you were light on your feet as you took in all of the sights as fast as you could, maneuvering through different alleys as you continued your journey. The farther away you were from home, the better you began to feel. A caged princess, finally experiencing life. Gone were the thoughts of a dutiful, handsome knight who wanted nothing to do with you, banished by the adrenaline of new sights and sounds. You rounded a corner and found yourself in an alleyway that seemed far less lit than the others you came from.
“A handmaiden? A bit surprising to see one of you out and about, aren’t you supposed to stay inside the Red Keep at all times?” You froze, turning to find the owner of the low, ominous voice. A man, who couldn’t be that much older than you, was leaning against a back wall, most of his form still shrouded in darkness.
“Excuse me sir?” You said, internally wincing at how meek you sounded.
“You’re a servant. You’re supposed to stay put, in case you need to serve.” He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way over to you. The first thing you noticed about him was his smell, his breath reeked of ale. Still, the way he approached you was similar to a wolf stalking it’s prey, and you began to feel fear pooling in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t thought to bring a weapon.
“I’ve seen a few of you out before during the day, fetching things for your ladies. But what could you be doing out in the city during an hour so late? You must’ve snuck out, haven’t you?” He snaked one hand around your waist, drumming his fingers against the velvet skirt of your gown.
“Leave me alone, ser. I have places to be.” You said firmly.
“Insolent. I pity you though, such a pretty little thing without anyone to protect her. I’ll make sure you get home safe, in exchange for your company for the rest of the night.” He smirked, tightening his grip on you. Frantically, you turned your head to look for any passerby to scream for. Immediately sensing your distress, his hand gripped your neck tightly in attempt to silence you before you could try.
“Brat. I’ll remind you what it means to serve.” He snarled.
A quick flash of silver appeared before your eyes before you heard the soft squelch of flesh. Scarlet blood splattered against the white cream fabric of your corset. The man’s hand had been sliced clean off with a sword. He let out the loudest howl you had ever heard as he collapsed back onto the dirt. Quickly, you turned to face the man who attacked him and your blood ran cold. Harwin Strong was wiping his sword clean with a cloth, glaring down at the sniveling man with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. You had never seen this blind fury from him before. You stood rooted to the spot, partly in fear from what would happen next.
“I would say unhand the lady, but I took the liberty of doing that for you.” Harwin spat at him, taking your arm forcefully. “You are lucky no more will come from this, rapist. If the lady wasn’t present, you would have a lot more to lose.”
Harwin’s grip on you was painful but you were too scared to do anything more than follow him as he weaved his way through the crowds, signaling his approach with a grunt to warn others to move out of his way. You earned a couple of a looks from different folk, some of them murmuring about what trouble you must be in for a white cloak to have apprehended you. You tried your best to hide under your bonnet and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you. Your night of freedom had nearly cost you your virtue and you were in a significant amount of trouble, should Harwin choose to rat you out to your father.
The sounds of the city began to dwindle as the two of you started to get closer to the castle walls. Harwin had yet to acknowledge you, save the vice grip he continued to have on your arm. Timidly, you began to test the waters. You tapped on his shoulder and waited for him to turn around, to no avail.
You cleared your throat. “Harwin?”
“We are not speaking.” Was his reply.
“What?”
“I said no speaking. I am so angry with you that I do not trust my words.” He said plainly, almost indifferently. Anger started to bubble inside you.
Why the hell was he angry with you? He made it abundantly clear that he did not return your affections. You had spent the entire day pouring over your time together, and each memory led to the realization that you were the instigator. You asked him to be your guard. You asked for his company. You pulled him into your chambers for more time with him, and he used to object to it before giving in to your whims. You were blind to it before, but it was evident that you had essentially held the man hostage in your life. And you wanted no more of it.
“Angry with me? Why? What I do in my own time is no business of yours-“
“Except that it is!” He roared. I am your knight, your sworn protector, and you left the safety of the Keep! How the hell is that not my business?”
Your eyes widened.
You had forgotten to send your letter.
“I am so sorry ser,” you said timidly. Your eyes were cast down, so you didn’t notice the way he flinched at your formality and the softness of your voice. “It slipped my mind this day, I genuinely was not feeling well. I had written a letter to my father, asking for you to be absolved of this role.”
Stunned, Harwin could only watch as your wrought your hands together with nervousness. “Please do not be angry. I did not write anything that would implicate that you did not perform your duties well. In fact, I asked if you could be promoted to the Commander of the City Watch. You would be an excellent commander, even now I can see how well you can handle the brutishness of the city. It would mean a higher wage and nicer quarters as well.” You stopped and looked at him in the eyes. “I only want good things for you, Ser Harwin. Many thanks for taking such good care of me these years. Gods know that you are due for a promotion after all this time in a position you never asked for, nor wanted. I should’ve vouched for you a lot sooner, and spared you from my company.”
“I decline.” He said, firmly.
“I must insist,” you said, smiling sadly. “Again, I am sorry I did not realize sooner.”
“Realize what, may I ask, princess?” Harwin said with an exasperated sigh.
“That you detest me.” You said, cocking your head to the side with confusion. Then you righted yourself, as you had another epiphany. “I know why you are upset.”
“Wha-“
“You are slighted because I am a woman and I am deciding your future, is that not correct? If you do not need my letter-“
“No more talking.” Harwin said bristly. He took your arm and took you off the path towards the Red Keep, which you could see looming in the distance. He led you through a dense thicket, pushing at branches as he made his way to a small creek that bubbled past calmly. It seemed like he knew this area and had been here before. To your surprise, he placed both hands on your shoulder to keep you steady before dropping to his knees in front of you.
“First, my lady, please do not ever insinuate again that I would ever take offense at a woman acting in my interest. A woman brought me into this world. I have nothing but respect for your kind, and I would’ve hoped that you knew that of my character.”
Before you could speak, he took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently, a silent plea for you to let him finish. “I know that what I said last night has planted seeds of doubt in your mind. And for that, I am sorry. What I said was not a rejection, or a dismissal, despite what you may have felt. In good conscience, when I thought about the differences of our statuses, and what I could offer you, I deemed it was best to gently remove myself from your consideration. I could not imagine that being the heir to Harrenhal was enough to persuade your father into taking me as a son-in-law. I wanted to save both of us the anguish of being told we could not love each other.”
He looked down momentarily, only to meet with your eyes again, tears starting to form as he spoke with thick emotion. “But by the gods, was I wrong. I hate myself for implying that your love for me could be fleeting. The sounds of your crying pricked at my heart and I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms. Knowing that I had done that to you, it still wounds me, even now.”
He sniffled and shook his head slightly, casting aside the tears that fell. You were still absolutely bewildered by this encounter. Harwin had shared many sides of himself that you were certain many were not as fortunate to see, but you had never seen him so emotional. You had surely never seen him cry.
He cleared his throat and continued again once he regained composure. “When I first came to the estate, I knew I wanted purpose, in whatever form that it came in. But in my short time in Kings Landing, I had already begun to detest it. The nobles were stuffy and the townsfolk deplorable, in a general sense. I was surrounded by so much filth. I found small pockets to escape in, such as this one, and I found beauty in them, but I was not tasked with defending a creek. But I knew I could do my job well enough, no matter the circumstances.”
“And then I met you. The tamest Targaryen. The quiet beauty. Very obviously overlooked, and I could tell in a sense that you enjoyed that. But the way your eyes met mine, that first day we met, it was like you were asking me to know you, and instantly it felt like I had. I don’t think you know this, but I asked to be your guard before you requested it.”
The look on your face confirmed that for him, and he continued. “I knew instantly I had found my purpose. To guard the rarest gem. To keep you safe, to love you in all the ways I could. Listening to you recite poetry and bringing you small plates when you grew hungry. Guiding you to your chambers after long nights. You were absolutely divine and I swore to defend you no matter what.”
“Do you think me a child, Ser Harwin?” You asked quietly. His words were as sweet as cherry wine, but you also worried that perhaps his love was not romantic, but more born from duty and respect. You were after all, the white sheep, and it would make sense for a man as honorable as Harwin to be drawn to you, only to become devoted to your protection.
Harwin smiled and brought one of your hands to kiss it. “Not in the slightest my lady. There’s a difference between being demure and innocent and being naive. You are no child, you are no fool. I only refused your offer because I thought you deserved better. Never because I doubted your conviction. In my attempt to be gentle, I made you feel so low about yourself. Again, I am sorry.”
“What do we do now?” You said softly, staring back into his deep blue eyes. “You do not want to join the city watch, but you do not want my hand-“
“My dearest love, I have rambled on for far too long, because the reason I am on my knees is to ask for your hand.” Harwin said plainly. You let out a small gasp as Harwin produced a small ring, embedded with a white gem in the center.
“Targaryen red never suited you my love, I hope a diamond will suffice.” He said with a grin.
“You are asking me to be your wife?” You said, a hint of incredulousness in your voice.
“Yes my dear lady. Exactly as you said. I am asking you. Your opinion matters most. I will deal with our fathers after the fact, but this is and should be your decision. It may take convincing but ultimately I do believe your father loves you enough to ensure your happiness. I just may need to bring you along to sing my praises.” Harwin held up the ring to you again. “Please, my greatest love. Honor me by allowing me to be your husband. Forgive me for being a fool and denying you. I swear to be yours and only yours for as long as I live.”
You nodded and extended your hand for him, allowing him to slide the ring onto your finger. When you let out a small, happy giggle, a huge grin washed over his face as he stood up and lifted you in his arms, spinning you around as he held you close. His lips were upon yours in an instant, flooding you with a feeling of warmth as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, leaving them red and tender.
“I have the most beautiful lady wife in the seven kingdoms!” He practically howled.
When he put you down, his smile faded into a tight line. “Who is also in a world of trouble, sneaking off into the city. That is the first and only time you pull a stunt like that. You will never cause me such grief again.”
“I am sorry, lord husband.” You said wrapping your arms around him and resting against his chest.
“You mustn’t look at me with those big beautiful eyes. I forget my anger when you look at me like that.” He said quietly, his fingers cradling your face.
“You’ve told me your weakness, Harwin. Now that is your mistake.” You said with a grin. He peered down at you and pressed his forehead to yours.
“I’m beginning to suspect you are not as pure as you present yourself, dear lady of mine.”
“I never was.”
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Love that everyone’s losing their collective minds over Ser Harwin. I just KNOW that he loved his kids as best as he could from a distance because those boys knew in their hearts deep down that he is their actual father by blood. No words needed, he was a father to them through action.
Rhaenyra called that…bitter mother—*cough* dude…(HotD bringing out the worst in me) her white knight once, but we all know that Ser Harwin “best baby daddy” Strong was her true white knight 🥹 😭 Damn you, HBO, you need to pay ME now for all my tissue expenses.
#in some ways those kids are lucky because they got three parents doting on them#harwin strong#rhaenyra#rhaenyra x harwin#rhaewin#house of the dragon#game of thrones#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#house targaryen#princess rhaenyra#house strong#baby daddy#hotd thoughts#ser harwin#harwin breakbones strong#he was too good to stay alive for too long#maybe Larys is adopted because Harwin and Lyonel seem like upstanding men#harwin#rhaenyra targaryen
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The Bastard Queen
chapter 3
warning:none
summary: A certain meeting may change things with in the family.
Inside the old-looking castle, in one of the many rooms, adults could be seen inside the council room as they all sat around the table. About an hour had gone by since the incident in the yard, and rumors were going all around about Rhaenyra's children's parentage.
The said princess found herself sitting as she and her once longtime best friend, the queen Alicent Hightower, stared at one another after the slight argument they just had before Alicent was demanding for the meeting to end. King Viserys agreed to his wife's demand, rising up to his feet while everyone followed, all of them except Rhaenyra as she thought of the words she was about to say to the queen sitting right across from her.
"Wait. I wish to speak."
Rhaenyra announces, standing up while everyone else sits back down, except for Alicent.
"I have felt the... strife between our families of late, my Queen.
And for any offense given by mine, I apologize. But we are one house. And long before that, we were friends." Alicent stays silent as they both remember the times together.
"My daughter Daenaera will inherit the Iron Throne after me. I propose we betroth her to your son, Aegon. Ally ourselves... once and for all…..Let them rule together."
Viserys smiles as he slams his hand on the table happily.
"A most judicious proposition."
Many people over the kingdom could see how inseparable
Princess Daenaera Velaryon and Prince Aegon Targaryen were and how very fond they were of one another. Aegon was known to drink a lot and avoided his duties, but with Daenaera it was different. The two were not the same age but Aegon always had a soft spot for the girl.
Anytime she saw them together, Rhaenyra couldn't help but think of how her daughter looked at the boy, something she used to look at her own uncle that way.
She remembers a time her father had told her that his son had once asked him if anyone could be more beautiful than Daenaera, so enamored by her beauty. Her long brown hair and dark eyes, similar features to her real father and her brothers. If anything, Viserys was completely fine with betrothing his son to his granddaughter, having thought about it before. Licking her lips, Alicent doesn't say anything as she thinks of her words. She, like everyone else, had noticed the connection between her son and the princess.
"Additionally, if Syrax brings forth another clutch of eggs, your son Aemond will have his choice of them… “Rhaenyra continues, smiling.
“…A symbol of our good will.”
While she had been speaking, the queen was continuously glancing down at the table and the princess, murmuring her name in a slight warning tone as she glanced down in the direction of her chest.
Following her gaze with furrowed brows, Rhaenyra's eyes widened, her body tensing at the sight of her milk seeping right through her dress, arms quickly coming up to cover it before the lords could see as she sat back down in her seat.
"My dear, a dragon's egg is a handsome gift." Viserys states.
"The King and I thank you for your offer and we will consider it duly." Alicent tells her, glancing at her husband.
"You must rest now, husband."
Nodding in agreement, the king only whispers a small 'yes' to agree with his wife as he rises up to his feet. Once the king and the queen were out of the room, everyone else stood up,
Rhaenyra was still waiting in her seat until she was all by herself to leave. As they walked back to their chambers, the king and queen spoke about the princess' offer and Viserys being happy to betroth the two children to wed one another. He knew his son wouldn't mind it, knowing his fondness of the girl.
A couple hours had gone by since the Targaryen princess had given her offer to the king and the queen, and her chambers were quiet as a few people could be seen inside.
The sun was slowly beginning to set, not as bright as it used to be with the usual bright blue sky turning into a slow grey color. The crackling of fire could be heard from the fireplace in the princess' chambers in hopes of giving warmth to her children.
Standing a few feet away, Rhaenyra held baby Joffrey in her arms as she quietly shushed his cries, moving her arms in a slow pace to rock him back and forth. Just in front of her, her violet eyes watched as Harwin was saying goodbye to his children. It had been decided that the man's father, Lord Lyonel Strong, would take him back to Harrenhall since he was heir after his father, who was Hand to the king.
Daenaera held a frown on her face as she held Lucerys smaller hand in hers, the pad of her thumb caressing his soft knuckles.
"Be good to your mother, children. I'll visit when I can." Harwin assures, standing up from his crouched position.
"But that may be some time."
Frowning just like his Twin, Jacaerys moves to stand by her other side that was near their mother. Daenaera wraps her free arm around his shoulders,pulling him close as their father stops in front of them.
The man's gaze looks to his eldest, his only daughter, his daughter that he swore to protect and keep safe all his life... something that her brothers had also sworn to do as well when they had seen how protective their father was of her. Harwin brings a gloved hand forward, tucking a piece of hair behind his daughter's ear as she continues to frown at him.
"Do you have to go?" Daenaera asks.
"I'm afraid I must, darling. But I will return." Harwin tells her, gently holding hers and Jacaerys chins when they both looked down. "I promise."
Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before he was venturing over to Rhaenyra, leaning down and softly kissing Joffrey's bald head. Him and Rhaenyra were then staring at one another before he bid her a goodbye formally, grabbing his things before walking out of the door.
Seeing that the door had been left open, Jacaerys rushed outside and into the hallway, watching his retreating figure.
Trailing behind her brother, Daenaera sighs as she does the same with Rhaenyra following right behind her two oldest.
Using her free hand, she gently caresses her daughter's hair while looking between the two.
"We will exchange letters by raven. Won't that be fun?" Rhaenyra questions, trying to lighten their mood.
"Is Harwin Strong our father?"
Jacaerys suddenly asks, turning to face the woman.
"Am I a bastard? Are we bastards?"
Rhaenyra looks between her two eldest.
"You areTargaryens. That's all that matters." And with that, she leans down and presses her lips against their foreheads before moving them back into her chambers as she stares down the hallway. They couldn't stay in Kings Landing, and she knew Alicent would never take her offer of betrothing her eldest with her eldest . So she could only think of one place they could go.
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She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips.[…]The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. When she turned back towards the cages the townsman moved to stop her. “You get away from them, boy-“ “She’s a girl,” said Harwin. “Leave her be” “Aye” said Lem. “Lord Beric don’t hold with caging men to die of thirst. Why don’t you hang them decent?”
Her face throbbed. Her shoulder bled. Breathing hurt. The pain crackled up her arm like lightening. She cried out for a maester. “We have no maester,” said a girls voice. “Only me.” […] “She can’t go much further. She’ll die.” “One less lion. I won’t weep.”
“You stand accused of murder, but no one here knows the truth or falsehood of the charges, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by battle.” The Hound frowned suspiciously, as if he did not trust his ears. “Are you a fool or a madman?” “Neither, I am a just lord. Prove your innocence with a blade, and you shall be free to go.”
At the hollow hill, what you said about being King Robert’s men, and brothers, I like that. I like that you gave the Hound a trial. Lord Bolton just hanged folk or took off their heads, Lord Tywin and Ser Amory were the same. I’d sooner smith for you.”
“…till you stand before m’lady.” Renly stood behind the girl, pushing hair out of his eyes. Not Renly, Gendry. “M’lady means for you to answer for your crimes.”
“Whatever treachery you think I may have done, my lady, Podrick and Ser Hyle were no part of it.” “They’re lions,” said the one-eyed man. “That’s enough. I say they hang. Tarly’s hanged a score o’ ours, past time we strung up some o’his.”
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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n:🔞this is 18+ content, virgin reader, all characters are over the age of 18 as is the reader🔞
Warnings: smut! dom/sub, mentions of different kinks
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𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!
𝑶𝒕𝒕𝒐
・It was your wedding night, and he had been holding back for so long. He wouldn’t do anything remotely sexual with you until you were wed. And the courtship felt extremely long because of that.
・When you finally were able to retire to your rooms, he was like a dog without food, he ravaged you, utterly and completely.
・At first it startled you. And you were stiff with surprise, but slowly he loosened you up.
・There wasn’t a part of your body that hadn’t been kissed, licked, bitten or sucked.
・You didn’t think Otto would be so passionate, but he left you breathless, aching yet satisfied
・Was very interested in your ass and seeing it jiggle.
・When you brought up that you were a virgin, and this was your first time, he nodded - already knowing so.
“You’re safe,” he said in this guttural voice. And your legs quaked with anticipation.
・His cock was quite large. Much larger than you expected. And when he was inside of you, you thought it would tear you apart
・You thought that night was rough, that he couldn’t get any more surprising than that. But you were wrong. Otto has many, many kinks.
・The next morning, you awoke with hickeys all over your body - except any part of you that would be seen by the public. Even in sex, he’s calculating.
・But you weren’t the only one with marks the next morning. There were scratches and nail marks all over his back
𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒓𝒂
・When you told her this was your first time, she smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
・Rhaenyra was gentle yet passionate. Like she had been holding back for so long, that this was the moment her life had been leading up to.
・There was something about you that she couldn’t get out of her mind. A pull within her heart, her stomach ... and her core.
・You felt vulnerable but comfortable with the princess. And she admitted that in the late hours, when she’s by herself in her chambers, she thinks of you.
・Rhaenyra had flown you to Dragonstone, so you could have a private place for yourselves. There was a place there were only
・ It started slowly and then the passion built and built. Like stacking books one after the other, you were nearly at your tipping point.
・Rhaenyra knew what she was doing, she knew how to use her hands, her tongue and mouth.
・She left kisses from your feet to your shoulders. Letting all her feelings spill out.
・Rhaenyra found the sensitive part on your neck; kissing, sucking, biting, creating chills down your spine.
・She liked taking the lead, watching you wriggle beneath her, trying to find release
・A princess to the country, but a commander in the sheets. She liked being the one to tell you what to do.
𝑫𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏
・You had been lusting after him ever since you first saw the Rogue Prince
・And then something happened which you didn’t think ever would - Daemon saw you... and wanted you as much as you wanted him.
・It was a game of cat and mouse
・You were constantly running from his advances, even though you wanted him desperately
・But his reputation was based on truth, and Daemon was just as intimidating as the stories say
・You didn’t tell him you were a virgin until the night it happened
・The both of you were in his chambers on Dragonstone, the night sky an inky blue-black.
・You stood at the large window that overlooked the ocean. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks, mirroring how you felt inside.
・Churning churning, churning. Your stomach was in knots.
・ “Drink?” His voice was laced with sweet poison. And you knew he did it on purpose. Was he trying to rile you up? Or was the drink a peace offering?
・ You turned and nodded your head, keeping eye contact with the white-haired Targaryen
・You both drank deeply and like the snap of a twig, you were on each other
・When you admitted this was your first time, he stopped and asked if you wanted to continue. Even though he was a battle-hardened warrior, he felt deeply for you. And that included respect
・You were taken back to find out that Daemon wasn’t as dominant in the bedroom.
・He liked semi-control but being under your power was too thrilling
𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕
・Your first time with Alicent was slow and tender
・She didn’t know exactly what to do, and neither did you. Both new to the world of sex and intimacy -
・There was a lot of apologising and a few yelps “that hurts!”
・Like your instincts took over - you fell into a comfortable flow. Touching and kissing.
・Your desires emerged and Alicent took control. Biting and moaning in your ear, she kissed your throat
・In between kisses, you told her that you were and virgin and she stopped to look into your eyes.
“I am too.”
・Knowing that made you less nervous.
・But it made sex even more awkward.
・Well, at the beginning it did. And yet there was this mutual agreement that making a mistake was okay.
・Once you both found your rhythm, the panting and moaning grew. Louder and louder as your bodies moved closer to the other.
・When both of your cores were ready, you began to strip off.
・Clothes laying forgotten on the ground, you climbed on top of Alicent and moved her legs apart.
“Tell me if I’m doing it right, okay?”
𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏
・A gentleman, a true one at that. He didn’t pressure you, only made you feel comfortable and safe
・You were both in his chambers, continuous banter turned into a heated kiss. It was hard to deny passion, and neither of you tried to resist it.
・His large hands roamed over your body, rubbing and feeling your bare skin
・You could feel his boyish smile whenever you moaned
・Harwin was a gentle lover, but knew when to quicken his pace. His experience wasn’t a lie, but he made you feel like the only person in the world.
・His kisses were slow yet fiery.
・Teasing you is still one of his favourite things to do, and it started that first night. Hearing you beg stirred something in Harwin - something that he didn’t know he desired. The love he felt. The need in your eyes.
・He knew that night that you were the one for him.
・Harwin waited until you came first, to find his own release. And after that you kept going, well into the night.
・All the while, you felt completely and utterly safe with Harwin. You knew no harm would come to you. No violence, no danger, from him or anyone else.
𝑨𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅
・It was very private, Aemond didn’t want anyone walking in on you two. He sees you as his and only his. He doesn’t want anyone to see you exposed (because it’s a privilege).
・He led you to his bed chambers, asking if you were sure nearly every step of the way. Aemond’s hand was clasped firmly in yours, with his thumb rubbing your knuckles.
・You knew what you wanted, you wanted Aemond, the fearsome Targaryen Prince. The one who rode the largest, and oldest dragon in all of Westeros.
・Once you entered his room and closed the door, his lips were on yours instantly
・Aemond was overcome with so much lust that you could feel his hard cock through his pants. He pushed you up against the door and ground himself against you.
・Aemond let out these heavenly whimpers, ones that only you were allowed to hear.
・You led him to the bed as either of you were okay with the switch in dominance
・At one point Aemond uttered his fantasies, what he wanted you to do to him
“I want my hair pulled, I want to feel like you’re in control of me.” And the last bit still gave you chills whenever you thought about it.
“I want to give all of myself to you.”
・The Big Bad Aemond One-Eye was a natural sub.
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