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maidragoste · 1 year

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Another Man

Summary: Harwin discovers that there is another man in your life.

part 2 of this.

part 3

I'm just going to say that I don't regret anything and that I have many ideas to continue writing to this MC and her lovers 🥰💖

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Harwin misses you. He misses your smiles, your kisses, your hugs, he misses how you took care of him every time he came back hurt or tired of his guards, he misses the talks until dawn, he misses waking up by your side.

Since Jacaerys's birth, the only thing he received from you was silent treatment and hateful looks every time they were alone. You had kicked him out of your chambers so he now slept alone but from time to time you made him spend the night with you just so as not to arouse more suspicion at court.

The first time you called him Harwin he had felt so hopeful thinking that your love for him was great enough to forgive him and give him another chance. He believed that your invitation to your chambers was the first step in making things right. He was disappointed and heartbroken when you didn't even greet him when he entered your chambers, all you told him, or rather ordered him, was that he come to your quarters every ten days. Before you sleep you always put pillows between the two of you. Sometimes he took advantage of your deep sleep to move the pillows and hug you, pretending that everything was fine between the two of you and that you still loved him.

Today marks ten days since he last came to your chambers. Despite your silent treatment, he was eager to go, it always calmed him down to see you sleep and he could hug you without you wanting to kill him, so he didn't even bother to knock on the door and went directly to your chambers. His anxiety turned into concern when he saw that the maester was with you.

"What happened?" he came quickly to your side. He didn't see that you had any wounds or cuts or that you were bleeding so he hoped that whatever your ailment was it wasn't something serious.

"Nothing to worry about, Lord Strong, I was just bringing your wife some tea to calm her nausea."

"Nausea? Are you sick?"

"Thank you for your help, maester" you nodded and waited for him to leave to answer your husband "I'm pregnant"

Harwin felt as if you had plunged a knife into his heart. Is that how you felt when you looked at Jaceaerys and realized that it was his son? Did you feel this pain when he confessed to you that he loves Rhaenyra too? He deserved to feel the same pain he caused you. He had been the first to break your heart by falling in love with the princess and getting into her bed. He was the one who ruined your marriage and lost your trust and love. He had no right to feel angry or betrayed. He had only caused all of this. If he had only been brave enough to talk to you earlier about his feelings for Rhaenyra, if only he had been honest with you, maybe they would have come to some kind of agreement, and maybe things would be better than they are now. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

You had already told him that he had lost you but he acted as if he had never heard those words and he hope that by some miracle you will forgive him. Now that you were carrying another man's child, he could see that you were serious.

Harwin wanted to ask you who you slept with and if you loved your new lover but he felt he had no right to know, but he didn't want to know either, he couldn't bear to hear that your heart now belonged to someone else. He preferred to believe that you had only let another man into your bed in revenge, that this was all about hurting him the same way he hurt you, and that there was no feeling involved.

"You can stop coming when I'm five months pregnant." You informed him as if he were a worker that you won't need his services anymore "If someone asks, I'll just say that the maester recommended we not share a bed until the baby is born" you took the cup of tea and walked away from him.

That night Harwin didn't move the pillows nor did he hug you while you slept. He couldn't even bear to stay in your bed all night and know that someone else was in the same place as him, he couldn't stop thinking about scenarios of you with your unknown lover.

•••••

The guard saw you and instantly turned away from the door knowing that the queen was already waiting for you. It wasn't a secret that you spent most of your time with her and her children.

"Sorry for being late" you apologized entering the room and interrupting the conversation between Larys and Alicent, first you approached her to give her a short kiss, you smiled at her when you saw her blush and then you went to kiss Larys "Your son doesn't wanted to get away from Sunfyre so it took me longer than expected to take him to his lessons with the maester," you said as you sat between the two of them, the affection you had for the prince in your voice.

“About Sunfyre…

You knew that tone in Alicent, she was worried and you knew why, you three had already had this conversation more than once. Ever since she found out you were pregnant she didn't want you to spend time in Dragon's Pit. She was afraid that one day one of the guards would come to tell her that one of those beasts had attacked you. You got tired of repeating to her that this would not happen.

You looked at Larys. You could tell from the boredom on his face that they were also talking about it before you got there.

“Aegon has to learn to care for and bond with his dragon. If his father doesn't bother to teach her then someone has to do it” you interrupted her and began to cut your meat with more force than necessary. Every time you think of Viserys you feel anger for the little attention she gave to her children but of course, he had time and attention for Rhaenyra's bastard. "A dragon would never harm its rider"

"But what about you? You are not its rider. It is dangerous. Especially in your condition” Alicent looked at you anguished. She didn't want anything to happen to you. King's Landing without you would be hell. You are the person she trusts the most. It hadn't been Alicent's intention to cling to you. But you're the only person who really cares for her, for Alicent Hightower, and not for the queen.

It all started when her engagement to Viserys was announced, Rhaenyra began to hate her and pushed her away. She thought you would support the princess and do the same. She was surprised that you stayed by her side and listened to her, you didn't call her a liar when she told you that she only did what her father ordered, instead you guiltily confessed that you were also in her position and that you believed that Viserys didn't choose you because you admitted to him that you were in love with Harwin Strong.

Alicent looked so lonely and sad without Rhaenyra. You didn't know if it was the guilt you carried thinking you should be taking Alicent's place but you started spending time with her. The first time you found her in the weirwood you pretended it was a coincidence, the second time you admitted you were looking for her on purpose, after the third time it became a routine to meet there at the same time. One day Alicent woke up and the first thing she thought about was that she longed for the time to come so she could see you. Every time she was with you she felt calm, she wasn't nervous thinking about what role she should be playing or thinking if she said the wrong thing she would push you away.

"Sunfyre won't do anything to me unless I hurt Aegon, which I never will" you took the queen's hand and gave it a squeeze "So you have nothing to worry about" you kissed her knuckles. "Now can we continue eating or is there something else to discuss?”

"Harwin was seen sneaking into the princess's chambers again," Larys informed you, and he carefully appraised you looking for any trace of sadness or disappointment in your eyes. He was satisfied to find none of it. The truth was that He hadn't believed that you had completely overcome your feelings for his brother, but it was more than clear from your face that you no longer cared what Harwin did.

"I'm not surprised, considering that I told him about my pregnancy last night," you admitted stroking your stomach with your free hand. "I don't care what Harwin does anyway because I have both of you" you smiled and Alicent felt her heart rise. She loved you so much and she was happy that her feelings were finally reciprocated. She shouldn't be happy that Harwin cheated on you but if it wasn't for your husband's infidelity then you wouldn't be with her and Larys now.

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themotherofblood · 11 months

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two swords, three holes | d.t x h.s x reader | smut

synopsis: two bisexual daddies and naive whore! reader. A longing reunion between soft!dom!Harwin, kelitsos and mean!dom!Dae Dae.

idk what about style by tswift made me type this but here we are, enjoy yourself some daddies. Also thanks to @inlovewithhisblueeyes for the title

WC: 4.9k

Warnings; double penetration (wrap before you tap) infantilism, overstimulation, anal, squirting, mlm, breeding kink, humiliation, corruption, :p, clittttt play because y’all know I’m crazy for that, multiple orgasm, multiple rounds,, spanking, rough smut, AFTERCARE! misogynistic culture, mentions of SA,

The warm crackle of the fire by the hearth seemed to have lulled you to further exhaustion, heating skin laid flush against furs in the receiving chambers. Awaiting one curly brown-haired Ser to return from his duties to your bed. The quaint cottage your patrons, or perhaps paramours had provided you with was further away from the Street of Silk, a house with walls large enough to fill with books as you learned to read and two attendants to keep you company in the day as your responsibilities only seem to resume at night. Though your abilities kept your pockets full often, opting to be more philanthropic with its expenditure. Both patrons had made one thing clear, you were to be untouched by hands that weren’t theirs.

They had found you on a particularly brutal rampage before the Tournament of the Harvest Moon. Prince Daemon, the Lord Commander of the City Watch, tore into the streets of King’s Landing with his gold cloak wearing soldiers; rounding up all knowns rapers, thieves and assailants. The perverse of the lot took advantage of the bloodied chaos as their blood rushed with the violence, with Daemon having no account for where his men had been - they too raped and brutalised with the authority of the Crown on their shoulders. Ser Harwin Strong had found you, curled into a corner as a lowly soldier towered over you. His teeth barred as he smirked with the thoughts of defiling you. Harwin had quickly taken action, reprimanding the man and dragging him back by the collar to Prince Daemon along with you as witness to his crime.

Upon their victorious return to the Flea Bottom streets, with the favoured crown sitting on Daemon’s head after winning the tourney. He treated his gold cloaks to his favourite brothel with all the women, ale and strong wines the men could stomach in one night. Chataya’s brothel had been the light of Flea Bottom that night. You worked at the very brothel, not as a whore but as a helper, while you were sold to Chataya at a very young age, her heart bled with empathy for you and raised you in her house and gave you the choice to be a whore or not.

You washed their clothes, cooked meals, cleaned rooms and counted account books with Chataya. Your curious eye often stood in the corners of these rooms dressed as a page boy, watching people delve deeper in perversions within the performative echoes from your ‘sisters’ as they pleased their customers. It was then that you spotted Prince Daemon and Ser Harwin once more, having nothing to offer them as gratitude other than bracelets made of mismatched pearls you had collected while cleaning rooms. Such innocent appreciation had made Daemon’s cock twitch within his breeches, and while Harwin picked a whore to fuck for the night. Daemon tried all his will to convince Chataya to have you - her answer remained firm throughout, it would be only if you wished it so.

Wished you did, having given your maidenhead to the handsome brunette Ser and eventually Daemon, both noblemen had you within their clutches. While they trusted Chataya’s judgement on keeping you just for them, they found it unbecoming within weeks as Daemon purchased a cottage higher up in the city to house you in. Their finest prize showered in gold and comfort, much expected to be kept to yourself and yet you always returned to your sisters. Buying them new gowns and necessities with the money Daemon gave you.

So here you were, bundled with furs in front of a painted hearth. Warm and content as you waited for Harwin to visit you. There had been three fires today in the city and four tavern brawls. The gold cloaks were always busy in ensuring the city safe, and to live up to the purpose Daemon had given them, so even as the hour of the owl struck the higher born of the city resumed to bed, the wild machinations of Flea Bottom were just to begin.

The night swayed forward, as Harwin exhaustively stumbled into your home, your handmaidens letting him into the establishment. He had trailed in to find your bed empty, and a puddle of furs and blankets pooled by the hearth, a head of hair leaking through and an apparent rise and fall of mount. You had fallen asleep waiting for him amd he couldn’t find it in his heart to wake you for his lustful needs. He scooped the bundle whole, all warm and dozed before placing you on your bed and following next you.

He pulled your limp body atop him, his larger arms engulfing you whole, you stir - whiney and apologetic - you realise you had fallen asleep. “Shh, sleep,” Harwin’s words rumbled within his bare chest, the hairs of which tickled at your cheek. The plans you had made to pleasure him tonight all washed away to sea as sleep only made you heavier, with only one thing left to be done, perhaps he would answer.

“May I ask you something, my lord,” you whispered, head lifting up to look upon his tired face. His eyes closed, lashes far prettier than your as he hummed to be permissive. “They say the fighting has grown ugly in the Stepstones, do… Do you have any word of Prince Daemon?”

His brows furrowed as he opened his eyes to look down upon you, his thumb caressed at your cheek. “He has a dragon, girl. He will be fine.”

This time you hummed, nuzzling further into the thickness of his beard, letting sleep carry you away to a world of dream as you imagined being surrounded in your paramours arms again.

Harwin patrolled the streets atop his horse, making his rounds lower into the city and keeping a watchful eye through his helmet. He caught your silhouette, dressed in a light blue gown as you mingled in the markets, spending his fortune for yet another absurd trinket no doubt instead of the pearls or gowns he expected you to buy, the last time you have bought clay moulded lizards - lizards - one of which you gifted him for becoming the Lord Commander of the City Watch before sucking his life through his cock.

“You there, girl!” Harwin’s voice boomed through the market making you flinch, you scowled at him for scaring you and yet people thought that the City Watch had yet again chosen to terrorise the innocent. “Come with me,” his voice dropped in authoritative sauve, motioning his finger to hither you towards him as he dismounted his horse.

Harwin’s hold on you was rough and yet as he dragged you towards an empty alleyway your heart thumped in your chest with excitement, your legs finding it harder to keep up with his hasty steps. Harwin pulled you in between a wall and himself, admiring you from behind his helm, you - very innocently - batted your eyelashes at him. “Have I done something wrong, Ser?” you smirked, lips pulling at the corners as you played along.

“Oh, a terrible crime,” he pushed you back against the stone wall “what do you think you are wearing?” his brow querked as his pointer and middle finger mindlessly trailed down to the low cutout of the dress, his fingers resulting in goosebumps flaring over your skin as he caressed the valley in between your breasts.

“This?” you looked down to your dress sheepishly, knowing the Dornish silhouette was a far exotic choice than anything the commoners let alone the ladies in King’s Landing wore. Gold arm cuffs were hugged around your upper arm as the ruby pendant Daemon gifted you sat against your sternum. “Do you not like it?” your question is genuine, soft. You doe eyed little thing.

“I could rip this off you as retribution, sweet girl,” he groaned, letting his head drop towards the crook of your neck “but I won’t. He whiffed in the scent of lilies in the air around you as he dragged his lips up to your ear, “on your knees, pet.”

“But- my dress,” you whined, not wanting to dirty your dress that you were sure no matter how hard you scrubbed wouldn’t be off, your bottom lip pouting out in conflict over wanting to kneel for him and the loss of your dress.

“I’ll buy you dozens more, perhaps take you Dorne myself,” he opposed, still caressing the round of your breast, letting them slip past the deep cut out.

You obliged kneeling like a well trained slut, ready with your tongue out to have your mouth stuffed. Harwin freed his cock from his breech, it laid semi hardened as you wrapped your hand around the base, tugging at it to harden alive. The warm appendage laid heavy on your tongue as his wet tip leaked its yearn slick. You suckled right on the tip, looking up at him through the lining of your eyelashes. His body hunched over, his palm laid flat against the wall as he greeted his teeth over the maddening sight of your innocent eyes looking up at him, his sweetest prize.

Your mouth sunk deeper feeling him grace the back of your mouth as your throat constricted, your cunt too pooled it’s slick within you. Wanting nothing more than to be pounded against this jagged stone wall. You bobbed away, reaching up to cradle his stones within your palm as you choked against his length. His muffled grunts echoing with the bustle noises of the city, any watchful eye would merely see a whore pleasuring a knight for two coppers, but you - you were no mere whore, you were the woman that held two noblemen by their collars.

“Ah - darling, fuck,” he hissed, the warm sensations of your mouth pleasuring him beyong compare “such a good girl,” he groaned. Holding back the urge to abruptly fuck into your mouth as his digits curled into your braided crown. His stones laid heavy and twitchy upon your hands as your eyes blazed aflame, finding much power bringing a staunch man like him so vulnerable, his lips pink and wet with his blue sea-like eyes glancing into your soul. The warm cream from his cock, spilling fast your lips as he finally rutted his hips into your mouth.

He rests his forehead onto the clenched fist resting on the wall, heaving his thudding heart to calm as you tuck him back into his breeches. Still pawing at his bountiful leather covered thighs, resting your cheek against it as you waited for him to gather his bearings. He yanked you up by your forearms, pulling out a handkerchief from his pockets to wipe at the corners of your mouth. He smiled at you, plump lips curling as he tucked his handkerchief into the belt of your dress.

“Scurry back home,” he ordered, reaching down to grasp your mound over the silks of your gown “play with your pretty cunt, keep it nice and wet.” he enunciated the ‘t’ as he crowded your air with his own. Commanding and tall “and don’t your dare fucking come.”

Even as you yet again curled into this absurdly large bed alone, filled with warmth of the furs and the freshly stoked hearth. The jasmine scent of the flowers decorating your canopy or the painted candle burning at the side of your bed, the owls hooted along with the muffled echo of the city still alive and bustling below. Keeping your galant knight away from your bed, away from your arms. To hell with the mongrels that kept him occupied so, they must always find a tavern to burn or a fight to enthral themselves with. There wasn’t any other way but to stroke your bare shoulder with your spare arm, mimicking the much coarser finger tips that often drew patterns of crescent moons or mangoes.

It has been perhaps hours since slumber consumed you whole, having curled into a rather painful position that would be sure to have your back aching in the morrow. In your drowsy and heavy state, it didn’t really matter. What made your heavy limbs hyper aware to your mind was when thunderous knocks rang down your door way past the middle of the night. Your servant girl had approached the door first, cautious as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes, she opened the heavy steel bolt on the inside with a thud, hoping to not awaken you upstairs. The view she was graced with was terrifying to say the least, a man with face covered in soot and blood stood by the threshold. Had it not been for the burning torches above the doorway illuminating the steps below. Her scream would have awoken half of Rhaenys Hill, yet the glowing wisp of silver hair that peaked past the dirt made it highly apparent of who this person was, a patron missing from this house for over two years; Daemon Targaryen.

The uproar that followed after Daemon’s return to King’s Landing was joyous, an animalistic life of its own, Flea Bottom had provided. With Daemon’s return, their Prince returned to breathe fire into their debauchery. The night he returned, with no pages or correspondences announcing his return. Merely stopping at your doorstep still reeking of the war he had won, awry bandaging covering his up thigh and the very apparent burn scarring spreading through the right of his torso had you gasping and tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you stripped him of his armour and then clothes. Your servant Marsha had prepared a steaming hot, hot bath to wash away the pains from the brutalities he suffered, once settled in the bath. Perhaps your emotions had taken the better of you as you stepped into the tube as well, hissing at the burning contact of the milky water, still in your cream shift as Daemon protested. You lowered with a washcloth in your hand, wordlessly washing away any speck of dirt fallen victim to your eyes. What had they done to him, even more so what had he done to the assailant that might have had the daft courage to trifle with Daemon.

When you awoke the morning after, Daemon had already vanished. Though having slept with your body pulled tight against his, you had no recollection of him leaving, Marsha said he dressed in the early hours of the morning and left. Your heart stung a little, you should be accustomed to both noble men leaving and arriving at all hours of the morning and night for they had their own courtly lives to lead, a part beyond a common whore’s stature.

By the coming of the afternoon, when the sun stood at its highest and King’s Landing at its busiest, word of Daemon’s performance at court in the morrow spread through the city. The Rogue Prince, now styles the King of the Narrow Sea waltzed into the Throne Room to rub his victory into the faces of his protestors but also added a dozen sacks full of swords, axes and weapons to the throne. Keeping merely the bone and ruby crown he rested upon his head.

You dressed for him nonetheless, with no hopes that he might return at night; having been in his family’s company after three summers. Yet a letter arrived from the Red Keep, informing you to prepare the house of guests. The entirety of the gold cloaks were to descend onto your home, though a large event to host a sizable amount you were still a little wary of the men.

More helpers were acquired just for the evening as you found yourself fussing like the ladies of minor houses to impress the hood society though nothing about this night would be polite, nor proper. You wore a dark maroon dress, curtesy of the colours of house Targaryen, Daemon found it visually stirring, the ominous colour against your supple skin. With much preparation for yourself, from a bath laced with milk and sandalwood shavings - having yourself cleaned thoroughly - to the rose oil rubbed against your skin to your pinkish cheeks and lips with rogue.

The celebration was exuberant, gold cloaks accompanied with women(whores) curled around each arm flooded into the main hall of your home. Deep bellies laughter and high pitched chortle harmonised against one another, you settled comfortably on Harwin’s lap as you giggled and tuned to hear the gory tales of battles between. Taking turns to use your nibble finger and feed either Harwin or Daemon, you revelled in the attention you received. A constant was Daemon's heavier hand under yours as you mindlessly twisted his signet rings, something he took not of and loosened his rest on the table.

Daemon leaned back to whisper to Harwin as you gossiped along with a sister from Chataya’s giggling over the eccentric men she had met and the stories they told her in a lust filled state. You abruptly shrieked as you felt Harwin rise with your body in his arms as he effortlessly threw you over his shoulder. Hollers and hoots ripped through the main hall as they banged their fists against the table or whistled at their Lord Commander, his chair scraping against the stone floor as he began to carry you upstairs. Daemon rose their after.

“Now,” he announced as the chatter in the room dwindled, “forgive me lads, I’m afraid the hostess herself is a finer feast than the one she has offered us tonight.” He smirked your way as you were carried away. The men around the hall toasted your name and hollered once more as Daemon soon followed behind.

Your dress has been long discarded in some dark corner of your bed chambers, the crowd below had surely filled themselves to the brothels or taverns. Leaving but Marsha and the attendant to clean the mess left behind. Upstairs yet another scene unfolding at the foot of your bed as your stood on the balls of your feet, head swooning and occupied at the wet ministrations between yours legs. One knee resting over Harwin’s shoulder as the other being caressed by a hand - which hand was a question unanswered as you were being consumed in waves of pleasure.

Harwin’s beard tickled and rubbed against your thigh sore, his tongue feasting at the petal below. Slurping between your folds only to grace you aching, throbbing bud momentarily; refusing you of the release you longed for. Daemon settled behind you toyed with your puckered rosebud, a sensation he much missed as he himself had carved a home with his cock in your arse. Licking and spreading it open with his tongue, lovingly - teasingly letting his digit be engulfed as his others toyed with your cunt. Filling either from the paper walls separating them, Daemon found odd fascination with the way your environs moved, malleable to stretch to his will but mostly how much the brat within you fought hard against the acquiescent demeanour you possessed.

They could spend hours strumming away at your petals and holes; relishing in the sounds of your squelching cunt along with the soft kitten like mewls curbed your urge to beg. Harwin once again trapped your pearl between his lip, suckling away as you shrieked. Hips grinding as best as they could against the tight hold held against them, you wanted to finish, the tingle soon turning to pain. You yearned for that release like water to a dying plant. “Pl - please my lord,” you whined, more tears falling past your eyes.

To your horror, Harwin pulled away once more as he felt the grip of your cunny clench against his and Daemon’s fingers. You could nearly scream from how frustrated you were but all you could do was weep, mourn the longing peak that now flared into far sensitised despair in your belly. Sniffling and pouted soft bottom lip down, Daemon rose to his legs to admire the bereft look of pliant begging. “Please,” you whispered, more tears falling from your eyes as you opened them. Your eyes looking up at Daemon towering over you, “I’ll do anything, my prince,” you hiccuped, leaning into the soft caress of his hand.

Daemon’s palm curled into your wild hair, yanking back the braided crown “I’m not your prince am I?” his voice sweet, doting yet the shivering of threats, no - no he wasn’t your prince, he was your tormentor. Having grown too used to the spoiling Harwin had doted upon you. “My King,” you said, hoping to please him, enough to wash away the terrible ache in between your legs.

His hand never left your hair as he pulled you away from Harwin, yanking your clumsy limbs down to your bed. Harwin rose to his feet next, beard glistening with your juices and blue eyes blown with lust, he kissed your arse as your shuffled onto the bed. Dripping away the extra furs and blankets, to hell with them. Daemon engulfed Harwin from behind, attacking his neck as he complained “you’ve spoil her too much,” he whispered as he let his arms roam through his paramour’s muscular body.

“And you not enough,” Harwin defended, smiling at your needy face “she is a good girl, isn’t she?” He quirks his brow at you. Your head furiously nodded, sealing the statement as you sat on your knee and back straightened. The only thing gracing your skin, a necklace made of shells and sapphires. “Organising such a wondrous feast for her lords,” he said, Daemon hummed, agreeing.

“I suppose you do deserve to be rewarded, don’t you slut,” Daemon approached you, pushing you hair away, almost petting you like a kept animal. You nodded once more. “What do you want?” he whispered against your lips.

“Both, I - I want to be full,” you looked down at your fiddling fingers “please,” you requested. Daemon audibly growled from the back of his throat. His forehead falling to rest against yours, the insatiable want you had just voiced was one too sinful, one too familiar and yet untouched in years.

“It’s been long pet, perhaps we should wait before using you so…” the excited smile that adorned your lips downturned entirely to a frown and pout. You nudged your nose at Daemon hoping he would agree, convince Harwin that you could do it.

“Please, I’ve been so empty,” you reached forward to palm at Harwin’s crotch. He hissed, succumbing to your eyes per usual.

“If you are hurt-“

“I will tell you, I promise,” you perked up once more.

Your arse soon oiled slick as you laid engulfed between both men, what began with little resistance from your part, with no hurt or weeping. Both took turns pistoning at your hole. Just as Daemon breached your rosebud as Harwin’s cock remained nestled in your cunny, you peak swiftly washed out you. Yet perhaps an hour or even two after you pushed against Harwin, weeping and dizzy as you recovered from yet another peak. There was no place to run as your laid sandwiched in between Harwin, your leg thrown over his thigh as Daemon fucked your bottom from behind.

As though performing tricks both took you apart in the filthiest of ways, Harwin showering you with compliments as he moaned and coddled you with each thrust, Daemon - Daemon left no word unturned within the crass knowledge of his words. His slut, his whore that he trained from firsthand. His palm curled against your throat as he fucked your arse raw; “there’s no running ilbitsos,” he grunted against your ear. “You love this, arse gaping for me to fuck, cunny sopping wet for Harwin.”

Your mouth parted to perhaps mewl some more and construct a sentence yet your tongue felt heavy, “seems we might have fucked our sweet girl daft,” Harwin added, pinching at the pebbles nipples brushing against his chest. Daemon laid two sharp smacks on your rear to elicit an answer, you weren’t sure if you did or perhaps if it was coherent. You blinked away tears as you rambled about loving their cock or being the silly whore but little mattered against the building pressure in your belly, yet again.

“Shh, just let it happen,” Harwin groaned as he felt you fight against them again, there wasn’t a warning this time. Harwin in turn curled his palm around throat as Daemon lowered to pull in your belly towards him while the other free hand found your engorged pearl, unsheathed from its hiding as he flicked his thumb at the throbbing nub. He could swore your arse pulsed the same way the pink coil of nerves did. You screamed, crying out as the fucked you only that much harder. There was only moments of pleasurable agony as the flow of your peak burst right through, literally.

“Fuck, she’s going to milk my cock dry,” Daemon exclaimed, “dumb slut just hungry to be filled with noble seed, isn’t she,” he groaned feeling your peak drench his cock and the sheets bellow as Harwin and him fucked your pliant body through the finish. Their own cocks soon after twitching to completion as they intertwined their hand with one another’s, sticky warm seed flooded your cunt and rosebud, they heaved in unison and you - you were gone. The brunt of the peak pulled you far away from shore, your breathing the only indication that they indeed had not fucked you to death.

When you awoke, your limbs no longer tingled but you were warm, and heavy. You heard shuffles of feet, the sound of wood - doors opening and closing until your eyes opened. Your body curled tightly against Daemon as you sat in between his legs, dozing to consciousness from the thorough exertions they put you through you whined once more. “Shh, it’s over sweet girl,” he whispered, his fingers caressing your arms. While Daemon wasn’t one for words he was sure to purchase another necklace for your efforts tonight.

Harwin from the other end rubbed a wash cloth against your face, washing away the tears, drool and snot covering your face. Whispering sweet words as he always did as the attendants stripped the linens for fresh ones. Only this night there was no need for a fresh stoked fire for you had both laying on either side of you.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Hii girlie,

can you please write a fic for Harwin Strong? Him & Targaryen!reader already got 5 children and have no plans of stopping anytime soon when it comes to making more babies🤭

Thank you❤️

Harwin Strong*Breakbones

Pairing: Harwin x wife!targ!reader

Word count: 1731

Warnings: talks of pregnancy/kids, teasing, p in v sex, breeding kink, rougher sex (not extreme), biting, smut 18+

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it was the little things that made life so good. like rolling over in the morning and directly into the sleeping arms of your husband who even in his sleeps wraps you in a tight hug. you smiled sleepily against Harwin’s bare chest, placing a gentle kiss to his skin. times like this made you appreciate your older sister even more since you weren’t forced into marrying a cousin or nephew but instead your sworn protecter.

you were snapped from your thoughts as you felt Harwin place a tender kiss on your head, his hand moving to slowly stroke your back. “Good morning wife,” he mumbled into your hair like he did all mornings. “Did you sleep well?” he asked as his fingers moved to slowly brush through your messy bed head.

“I always sleep well with you by my side,” you mumbled against his skin, nuzzling into his chest as his nails raked against your scalp in just the right way.

“Then I shall never leave it,” he said with a sleepy chuckle.

“Good,” you said as you forced yourself to lean up so you could appreciate your husbands’ features, “But im afraid we must get up,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest to push yourself up, but you were stopped by Harwin’s arms wrapping tightly round your waist, “Harwin,” you whined but it came out as more of a laugh.

Harwin chuckled at your attempt to wriggle free, but his strong arms easily locked you in place, “You’re not going anywhere love,” he said as he stole a quick kiss, “I cannot leave your side remember,” he teased.

You sighed and tried to put on a serious face despite the urge to giggle like a young lady at court, “But what of our responsibilities? you have to train the new guard recruits,”

“We have other fine soldiers. let them train them,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face to gently hold your jaw, “I have marital responsibilities to attend to,”

You weren’t able to stop your giggle this time, but your protest did not end, “What of the children? I need to ready them and make sure they do not try miss their classes,” you said, settling into his chest as your protest turned to just words, “You know how fussy Rhaya gets when I am not the one to dress her,”

“Our children are lucky to have you as a mother,” he hummed making your heart warm. you had done your best to be a true mother to your children despite many of your station passing them off to others to be raised. “Maybe another lucky child will join us soon,”

you rolled your eyes with a light smile, “I have already told you the maester confirmed it was all a mistake. I am not with child,” you said. initially you had both been a little disappointed by the news but the busy hustle of your current litter of children made it easy to forget your upset.

however, a grin crept on Harwin’s face as his hands moved from your waist down your back to your ass, grabbing it suddenly making you gasp, “Not yet wife,” he grinned.

“Husband,” you scolded, hitting his chest knowing your fists were like taps to his frame, “You would make me late to our children for your own needs?” you said with fake annoyance, but he could see the grin teasing the corner of your lips.

“Not my needs dear wife,” he said, his hands moving slowly down to rest on the backs of your thighs, pushing your shift up so he could rub his thumbs over your bare skin, “My marital needs. after all I swore an oath to you. what kind of husband would I be if I did not fulfil it?”

“I think the five others who are currently tormenting their maids prove your more than capable sweet husband,” you said as you finally moved to sit up, but Harwin grabbed your hips, forcing you to stay sat on his lap.

he leaned forward, kissing you suddenly with one hand holding your jaw, the other your hip. the kiss was soft and slow as you felt his fingers squeeze the flesh of your hips which he often praised. despite being married with children he still took the breath out of you with just a kiss, “I suppose,” you said against his lips as you tried to catch your breath, “being a little late never hurt,”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, his lips brushing yours with every word as his hand found the back of your neck.

you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he lightly ground his hips up, pressing his growing bulge into your clothed cunt. you knew by how tightly he was gripping your hip there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. after all there were two reasons, he was called breakbone.

still, you gasped when he suddenly flipped you onto your back. Harwin grinded his hips down slowly, teasing you with each press of his hips against yours. his hands began to roam your body, squeezing your waist and breasts over your shift. his fingers trailed softly along the edge of your neckline before suddenly ripping the soft fabric. you gasped as the fabric ripped, the sudden breeze making your nipples harden.

your soft moans were covered by Harwin’s lips as his fingers began to softly roll your pebbled nubs between his calloused hands. his hands may be rough with a sword but soft on you as he traced around the sensitive buds between squeezes. “You still need to go?” he asked, breaking the kiss for only a moment.

“Im not going anywhere,” you said before pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your hands tangled in his hair.

you whined into the kiss when you felt his hands fall from your nipples, but an excitement began to build as you felt him pulling at his undergarment’s strings. your hands fell from his hair to run down his chest, feeling his muscles as you lightly trailed your fingers down his hot skin. however, it did not take him long to undo his trousers and push whatever fabric was in the way to the side.

you moaned as you felt his fingers trail along your cunt, pausing to tease the entrance of your hole, “Always so ready for me,” he praised as he moved to hold his cock. he lined his tip up with yours, the tip barely pushing in as you bit back a whine, “You want me to fuck you princess?” he asked, brushing the hair off your face with his spare hand, “Fuck you till you are filled with my child? till you scream my name?”

“Yes,” you moaned, gasping as he slowly began to push in, “Please Harwin please fuck me already,”

“I like when you beg,” he mused, his head falling to place soft kisses to your neck as he slowly pushed deeper inside, “you take me so well princess,” he said, his voice a strangled breath of groans and moans as he sunk his cock all the way in, “Such a good little wife,” he praised as he slowly began to move.

intuitively your legs wrapped around his waist, “please,” you whined, your eyes screwing up in anticipation as your fingers trailed over his shoulders, “don’t tease me this time. I need you. please,” your words seemed to move your husband as you gasped as he suddenly began thrusting in you.

Harwin wasted no time slipping a hand between your frames to find your clit, rubbing it precisely after many times of practise. you moaned as his lips worked harsh kisses along your neck to match his thrusts. he was called breakbone for a reason you thought as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.

as your nails trailed down his back you heard Harwin mumble praises and curse words under his breath, enjoying every scrape and scratch you were leaving. you could feel a familiar knot bubbling in your stomach as his cock stretched you out, pounding your defenceless bodily mercilessly into the bed. you wondered if the maids had grown used to the moans coming from your bed chambers of if the current sounds you were making still made them blush.

you did not worry for them however when Harwin grabbed your legs, pushing your thighs back so he could fuck you deeper into the plush mattress. your moans could probably be heard across the red keep by this point, “Please,” you moaned, each word interrupted by his thrusts, “Don’t stop, just like that,” you gasped as Harwin’s fingers dug into your hips tightly.

“I can’t stop myself,” he gasped, his thrusts growing messy, but it did not matter to you as you felt your knot tighten and your cunt begin to grip around his cock making Harwin moan.

“Please,” you began to whisper like a prayer till suddenly your body felt it would burst and you felt yourself come around his cock like a tiddle wave. your curses and moans did not make your husband stop however and you had to bite down on his shoulder as his thrusts grew heavier and you wondered if you would break.

“So good,” Harwin mumbled over and over as his thrusts grew sloppy and desperate before you suddenly felt that familiar feeling as his body tightened, his thrusts stopping, as you felt his seed spill deep inside of you.

you took the moment to catch your breath as your husband rode out his own pleasure before collapsing in the bed beside you. “That was- “he said between pants, “You are- I love you,” he finally settled upon as his gaze turned to you, wide eyed and exhausted.

“I love you too husband,” you giggled, as you rolled over to cuddle into his side, “But you owe me a new shift,” you joked as you traced hearts with your fingertips on his bare chest.

Harwin chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm around you, “I’ll make sure to get you the finest of linens for it my dear wife,” he said as he pulled you tightly into his side, “See?” he teased, “Being late is worth it sometimes,” you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed despite knowing he was right.

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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Look At Me, Princess (Harwin x Reader)

This was a really nice spin off since I wanted to write about Rhaenyras aunt and someone that Rhaenyra could have a close bond with also having Harwin as your love interest is always a plus

There’s one person princess (y/n) Targaryen loved more than her family and children and that was her dearest niece, Rhaenyra Targaryen who looked up to her aunt ever since she was a toddler, Rhaenyra had formed a bond with the youngest sister of Viserys like no other, mayhaps because (y/n) was only 10 when the princess was born so (y/n) plus understand the struggles she was going through better than anyone since they were still fresh in her mind.

No matter the reason Rhaenyra felt most comfortable in the presence of “the people's princess”, (y/n) was an interesting character, it seemed like she had the best features of both of her brothers, she was fair and optimistic like Viserys but also adventurous and outspoken like Daemon, both of her brothers spoiled her rotten, no harm would come to her if they had something to do with it, it only took for a simple mist of tears to well up in her eyes for Viserys to fill her hands with gifts and Daemon to roll heads.

“You look beautiful Rhaenyra”

“Thank you, I was going to say the same for you, I see you have not held back on the jewelry”

“It is my name-day, the tourney is held in my job honor, and as my dear brother says “it is an opportunity to gather an established suitor” so, in my opinion, it is just enough, besides, I was never known for my subtle taste”

Rhaenyra giggled at the answer of her aunt, (y/n) was one of the most luxurious women Rhaenyra has ever laid eyes upon, ever since she could remember her aunt was dressed in the finest of dresses with the most intricate patterns, and her neck was decorated by rubies and pearls as were her earlobes, she would bathe in goat milk and rub rose oil on her to keep her skin looking youthful.

Her dress was in Targaryen red with golden details sewn all over it, Rhaenyra wondered how long did it take to create this dress to be worn by the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms who remained unmarried, Viserys had begged her to marry but she refused any man that asked for her hand, all of them wanted to lay with a Targaryen, the sense of power excited them none would even spare her a look of it wasn’t for her name.

“I must thank the knights that decided to partake in this tourney held by my beloved brother and your king for my name day, I am honored to feel such warmth from you on this special day, I shall keep this brief since I believe no one came to listen to me but to watch the men in action, let the games begin”

Everyone clapped as (y/n) sat back down and winked at her niece who was smiling brightly, poor little thing had yet to adapt after the second wedding of her father, and to her best friend at that, Rhaenyra leaned on (y/n) more than ever and (y/n) was right there to offer a shoulder and an ear, she knew the pain of living without a mother very well.

“I ask the favor from the woman of the hour, princess (y/n) Targaryen, the heart of the realm”

(Y/n) had done her best to keep the peace within the small folk, but the starving masses had torn her heart open, she talked her brother's ear off to offering food and water in the flea bottom and paid for the orphanage to be fixed and in proper condition, that is where “the heart of the realm” name came from.

(Y/n) rose from her seat with a flower crown in hand and stopped in front of the stand, she leaned enough for the flower crown to slide down the spear of the strongest man the Seven Kingdoms could offer, Ser Harwin “Breakbones” Strong who waited patiently for the princess that was smiling as bright as the sun.

“I wish you good fortune and thank you for the kind words Ser Harwin”

“You honor me, princess”

He replied before he commanded his horse to the other side, (y/n) was supposed to walk away as well and sit back in her seat, surprisingly she remained still, her eyes following the Commander of the city watch until he charged at his opponent who to no one’s surprise loss against the knight dressed in blue armor.

(Y/n) smiled and clapped for him only for Ser Harwin to bow his head in gratitude, after that, she went back to sit next to Rhaenyra, the young niece had a playful smirk on her lips.

“Ser Harwin is a very handsome young man”

“Indeed he is”

“And Strong, who else would be better suited for a dragon?”

“You are rushing my dear, where is the fun in marrying Ser Harwin just because he asked for my favor? Things like this shine better with time”

“Princess (y/n) Targaryen with her brother Prince Daemon Targaryen”

(Y/n) and Daemon walked into the room side by side, no one knew where to focus, to the luxurious princess or the rogue prince who made his first appearance after his wedding was recently dissolved.

(Y/n) was the one to inform her brother about the feast, she was aware of the feelings Rhaenyra had developed for her older brother so she thought it would be a good gift to her niece.

“Congratulations my sweet Nyra, may the mother bless this wedlock with a plethora of children”

(Y/n) spoke before she got up the steps and hugged her niece, the kiss she placed on Rhaenyra's forehead reminded Daemon and Viserys of their mother Alyssa, even though (y/n) had never met her she would still mirror their late mother in so many aspects of her life.

“Thank you, aunt, mayhaps you are next”

“That is a possibility your father would adore”

“I wish for you to have a husband by your side is that so bad?”

“No brother I was just jesting, let us enjoy this night”

(Y/n) took her appointed seat next to her brother Daemon who sulked in his chair and stared daggers into anyone he laid eyes upon, (y/n) wondered what life would be like if she was Daemon or Viserys, she loved them both and would give her life for them but she had to recognize the privilege of being born a male, a prince at that, one had a target on his back for killing his wife and the other sacrificed his love for a babe that did not survive and is now married to a much younger lady.

Would she suffer the fate of Aemma as well? Or mayhaps marry someone she is not interested in out of duty like her niece? Her thoughts were interrupted by a young man dressed with the sigil of a lion bowed before her.

“Princess, my name is Gregory Lannister, brother of Jason Lannister”

“Pleasure to meet you, my lord, to what do I owe this introduction?”

“I was hoping you would accompany me for a dance”

“The princess will-“

“Be delighted, thank you, my lord”

She interrupted her brother who was ready to attack the young man. It was time for (y/n) to face the music, she is not getting any younger and as a princess, there was not much that she could do but marry, she had managed to slip through the cracks for so long though she could not always run away from it.

The Lannister lord seemed delighted and offered his hand for her to take, his touch was soft and gentle, he guided her to the middle of the crowd, and with a curtsy, they followed the music for the custom dance.

“How does it feel to see your niece be wed?”

“It is a wonderful day for my lovely Rhaenyra, lord Laenor will be a great king Consort for her”

“He is an honorable choice that is true, is that what marriage is for you as well”

“Wedlock is an oath given to the gods, to trust and to hold, it is a sacred act that I hope I will experience myself”

“I am certain you had your chance with multiple suitors would I be overstepping if I asked why have you chosen to stay a maiden?”

“As mentioned I believe marriage is sacred, call me insane for wanting to find a man that I enjoy being around and not just a man that appears to be a match for the realm”

As the two of them grew into a discussion (y/n) did not have the mind to notice a man that gawked at her like a hawk, Ser Harwin Strong had followed her with his gaze and had yet to pull away from her, his hands turned into fists as he saw the man’s eyes shifted down from her face and to her cleavage.

Gregory cared nothing for (y/n) nor her personality, it was all a mediocre act to get his hands at the pot of gold which was befitting behavior of a Lannister Lord.

“You are letting your true self show son”

“I am just guarding the princess”

“You can fool anyone but not me”

Harwin did not respond to his father, he had nothing to say that could prove to his father that he did not have a soft spot for the lady that was spinning around and her dress taking most of the space on the floor, she was perfect to him, a woman that anyone would be lucky to have so he couldn’t help but wonder why was she dancing with a man that was beneath her? He wasn’t clever nor strong nor did he have anything that could help his courting with her besides the Lannister sigil.

No one could have guessed what was coming next, a blood-curling scream went through everyone’s eardrums as the crowd became one mesh, in a blink of an eye Harwin lost sight of the princess, baffled he started shoving people out of the way in hopes to see her, knights were throwing commands as the people screamed and ran for their lives.

(Y/n) attempted to move out of the circle only to be met with someone’s back which caused her to fall back and hit her head on a piece of wooden furniture, the impact on her head was enough to bring her into a sense of lightheadedness, Gregory lifted her by her waist and pretty much carried her outside until they were secluded to a more private and dim lighted area, (y/n) blinked profusely to clear her foggy eyesight but to no avail, her legs felt weak as she had to support herself from Gregory.

“I can’t breathe”

She felt Gregory’s hands go up to the strings of her corset, she was about to thank him for loosening the tight piece of clothing until the corset started to become loose as to expose herself, thankfully she was quick enough to bring her hands up to her chest and keep it there, her mind tried to find an excuse as to Gregory being in shock and not knowing exactly what he was doing.

“My dress”

“It is alright (y/n) we are alone”

“No, my dress is untied”

“I’ll be quick”

(Y/n) finally met his eyes, the eyes that she could not recognize, dark and almost demonic, her hands were occupied with keeping her corset in place to shove him away as she was starting to get squeamish, her stomach turning as she fussed to get away from her.

All she felt was his weight leaving her but she did not count that he was keeping her up, (y/n) slid down and curled into a ball from fear of what was to come, it was at this point that she saw a man towering over Gregory and punching him repeatedly, a part of her felt relieved for the immediate justice of Gregory’s attempt to harm her, her other part trembled about whom it was and who could have seen them.

“Princess”

A voice as soft as silk reached her ears, Harwin strong had knelt to take a good look at her, make sure she was unharmed, he had run out to look for her only to find her in distress whilst the Lannister bastard wanted to defile her, (y/n) flinched when Harwin reached for her and although it hurt him he understood that she probably does not wish to be touched.

“Listen to me princess, in any minute people will start to pass by and if they find you like this they will not ask questions, they will just start whispering, we must take you away to your chambers, can you walk”

“I don’t think so”

“Can I lift you?”

“Please”

“Alyssa be careful”

Harwin heard (y/n) call for their eldest daughter as he entered the hall with a letter in his hand, the scene was heavenly in front of him, his beloved princess sitting on the couch with a fan in her hand to cool herself, her swollen belly was protruding from her dress, it was almost time for her to start her labor for their fourth child, their two older children, Alyssa and Alamea running around in mischievous nature chasing one another around and the third Arran was only two years old was sitting down next to his mother playing with his toys.

All of them had inherited their father's hair, dark brown curls, only little details telling of their Targaryen ancestors, Alyssa had her grandmother's eyes, Alamea had a few strings of blonde hair and little Arran had lavender hues, (y/n) never complained, she enjoyed the fact that she could see her lovely knight in their children.

“How are you feeling my dear?”

“I’m burning up but that’s nothing new”

Harwin sat next to her, contemplating how to go about this, his hand found her belly to caress it lovingly, the last thing he needed was to cause any complications with the news that he must share with her, he had done his best to shield his family from the outside world, brought them to harrenhal to maintain a peaceful life away from the menaces that lurked at court, his offspring should never be taint by the monstrosities that found a home in the red keep.

“A raven came from Dragonstone”

He simply informed as he passed the piece of paper to her, (y/n) who was clueless as to what it said grabbed it with excitement, wanting to read news of her family.

“My beloved aunt,

I write to you with great grief to announce to you that my father, your brother, Viserys has passed.

Unfortunately, this letter is not just to inform you over the kings passing, it is to ask for you and your family to come to my aid as I go against my brother Aegon who has usurped me and was crowned in front of the masses, claiming that he is the rightful heir due to his gender.

Please, I beg you for your love and guidance, in return I offer you the position of being the hand of the queen and your husband to be the commander of the queens guard, I need you by my side as you have always been the light of hope at my darkest of moments.

Love,

Rhae Rhae”

Tears welled up in her eyes as her hands trembled over what she was reading, her eldest brother was gone and before his body grew cold the Hightowers declared war on her Rhaenyra, Harwin took the princess in his arms as the tears escaped and sobs took over her body, he hated seeing her like this, he had done his best to keep her happy and now the pain of losing one of the few members of her immediate family engulfed her to such a degree that he saw just her younger self clinging on to her brother for dear life.

Even though (y/n) had created a family of her own, Viserys was someone she adored, her kindhearted brother, (y/n) dug her nails on top of Harwin back out of desperation as he was the one that she could always snatch upon and feel some level of safety, the man that always stood in front of her and took all the pain just so she can be out of harm's way, now that meant that he endured her nails piercing through his skin in an attempt to bring her some type of comfort.

“I must go to her”

“You cannot travel my love, what of our children?”

“You are right I suppose, I am sorry”

“Magdalena take the children elsewhere”

“I want to stay with momma”

Alyssa complained, (y/n) was in shambles and she had every right to be but Harwin wanted to spare them from witnessing such a tragic scene of their mother being miserable.

Once the children were out of sight (y/n) wiped away her tears and her eyes bounced from one thing to another since they refused to focus because her mind was scattered with thoughts that came all at once, a headache was surely soon to follow.

“Look at me, princess”

Harwin's voice was low and endearing, he pulled her out of her delirium the minute her eyes found his deep blue hues, oh those bewitching eyes that held a tremendous amount of admiration for his lady wife, his princess, Harwin took one deep breath through his nose and then out the mouth, (y/n) followed as Harwin wanted to slow down her heart and breathing, soothe her enough so they can plan together.

“Harrenhall shall declare for Rhaenyra, once I give birth we will ride for dragonstone”

“Alyssa is young she cannot go through a war”

“We can take them to Lys, we have friends there”

“If you become the queens' hand and I go as a commander it means we risk our lives”

“I cannot leave her”

“Harrenhall will declare for Rhaenyra, we will send an army to her and bend the knee to her, I give you my word for that, bullet us enjoy a few days of peace until we decide.”

“Fine but I will send a raven to her”

“I love you, princess”

“I love you more, Ser Harwin break bones”

Harwin leaned to place a gentle kiss on his wife's lips, he feared for what would come next, if she dies there was no reason for him to keep on living, but if he refused her she would end up despising him or try to run away, he had no choice but to bargain with her.

The next morrow Rhaenyra received a raven from Harrenhall, she put everything to a halt in order to read what her aunt was writing, she knew she was asking for too much and the princess that was days away from starting her labours had every right to refuse her or remain cordial.

“My Rhae Rhae,

I grieve for my brother, I will forever hold the moments I had with him near my heart, and with utmost love, I also know he is probably cursing at his son from the other side over this treacherous crime.

I also of you to understand that I wish to stay at Harrenhall until I give birth, in a few morrows time my children will go to Lys for sanctuary, I want them away from any type of war.

My husband and I will be by your side, as we only recognize the firstborn daughter Rhaenyra Targaryen as the true heir to the iron throne.

My flesh and blood, my strong niece, you will have your throne and crown.

I love you

(Y/n)”

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marthawrites · 5 months

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Harrenhal Butterflies

Modern Harwin Strong x fem reader

Word count: 3.7k+

About: Sparks flew between you and Harwin before slinking off together during a work dinner, and they continue to fly afterwards. Unprompted, you both slink off together once again during an elective work trip to Harrenhal. Tension ends up breaking in a most unexpected place.

Includes: Smut featuring reader receiving oral, light/playful degradation, some praise, some dirty talk, vaginal fingering, and unprotected protected vaginal sex

Note: Hello lovely reader! This story was inspired by the request "may I request revenge sex in someone else’s car with harwin strong?" from angsti who's no longer on tumblr. She probably won't see this but I still wanted to write and dedicate it to her! As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy!

Working as a dispatcher for the City Watch had its perks. Three times a year, for "team building exercises", fellow employees would plan a day trip for those who wanted to participate. Luckily you were able to take the day off, which, for you, led into a long weekend – perfect! You were equally excited and nervous for this trip: a hike in Harrenhal amongst the lovely fall colors.

"Isn't Harrenhal one of the most haunted places in all of Westeros?" You asked one of your favorite co-workers, Sara Stark, as you both killed some time in the break room.

"It's said to be," she said excitedly. "Supposedly there's blood mixed in the mortar," she added with curious delight. Sara had been living in King's Landing for a year or so, and worked for the City Watch maybe half that time. Having lived in Winterfell her whole life she had a soft spot for dark folktales of the world.

You came to realize, affectionately, that people from the north were built differently.

You laughed, half nervous. "The woods are probably filled with ghosts! My time off request is already accepted, but maybe I'll skip going on this trip…"

Sara snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! Ghosts can't hurt you, scaredy cat!"

"What's this I hear about someone skipping out on the best hike of the year?" Harwin asked after overhearing the conversation. He refilled his coffee mug and leaned against the counter, mischievous brown eyes panning curiously between you and Sara.

It was stupid – absolutely stupid – how good Harwin looked in his uniform. Big, tall, broad… his dark curls mussed in a way that made you want to push your fingers through them. After yours and Erryk’s break up, you and Harwin were known to banter. Some office teasing was innocent, right? At least… that’s what you told yourself before the workplace dinner last month where you both had a steady buzz and ended up making out in the bathroom. In hindsight, making out in a bathroom was super gross. He looked so fucking handsome in his blue suit, though! Encouraged by alcohol, you couldn't stop your flirting tongue once it started. And, next thing you knew, he had you pressed against the hallway’s wall kissing you with no care of smearing your lipstick. Giggling, you dragged him into the nearest bathroom and locked the door. Aside from smeared lipstick and kiss swollen lips, nothing else happened that night. The flirting continued, however.

"The veil is thinnest right now and we're going to Harrenhal of all places!?" You asked, expression – comically – equally bright and uneasy.

"Oh please," he scoffed. "I grew up there and know the whole land like the back of my hand. It's not that bad," he winked. "You gotta come. It's gorgeous this time of the year."

"Yeah, scaredy cat!"

You groaned. "The peer pressure is suffocating!"

"Come on," Harwin drawled. "I'll stick close to you. Throw you over my shoulder and run from any ghosts if I have to."

Sara snorted. Harwin smirked. You blushed. "Fine. Fine! I'll go."

"Aye! There's my strong girl."

Whether it due to the location, time of year, or general disinterest, only a quarter of the City Watch's employees participated. You were surprised to see a couple of the higher elite squad, too. Targaryen's had to take their royal safety very seriously, and King Viserys – as well as any and all members of his family whom he deemed needed protection – always had a member of the Kingsgard near.

Harwin had spoken the truth: Harrenhal was beautiful in the chilly fall glow. Oranges, reds, and yellows contrasted starkly against gray clouds. Despite tales of hauntings, ghosts, and monsters, the surrounding land was deeply fertile. Native plants of all colors and sizes were on fiery autumn display. Trees, shrubs, and even mushrooms decorated the land in a fairy-tale fashion.

People naturally gathered in smaller groups while everyone waited to hear the day’s game plan. You, Sara, and Harwin were nearest the front. Sara happily chatted with you about mycelium and how excited she was to photograph and harvest fungi for her collection. Harwin and another man of the City Watch went over the plan one more time to make sure they were both on the same page.

All the while, you and Harwin made (perhaps not so subtle) flirty eyes at each other. You’d never seen him in casual hiking clothes, and doing so now made butterflies twirl in your belly.

“Alright, folks!” Harwin said with a clap of his big hands. A smile warmed his face as people turned their attention to him. “It’s about a three mile hike to the Rushing Falls. There’s a nice trail to the top of the waterfall, and from up there you can look across the God’s Eye to the Isle of Faces. Hopefully the fog will lift by then so we can get a proper view. It’s stunning this time of the year. After we’re done, we’ll all come back here and head over to Raventree Hall to share a meal together. That’s the overall plan! Any questions?”

Excitement buzzed in eagerness to start. “I have extra water and granola if anyone needs some!” Someone said. That was enough to break the ice. Sara, and others, began walking ahead – so much for her info dump about mycelium!

“Ah shit,” you groaned, running a hand down the side of your face.

“What’s up?” Asked Harwin, dark eyes soft and concerned as he looked you over.

“I forgot my spare lens in my car. I brought it so I could take some wide shots,” you admitted, half annoyed with yourself. Leave it to you to forget something even though you triple checked that you had everything! “I’m gonna double back and get it. I’ll catch up.”

He chuckled. “I’ll go with you. Don’t want any ghosties scaring you along the way,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hide your smirk. “Pfft. I can handle myself.”

But, it was already too late. Harwin hollered ahead that he and you would be back in a few. If you could see Sara you knew she’d be giving you finger guns and a shit eating grin. She knew of your little crush on Strong and wasn’t above pestering you about it.

It was only the two of you, now. You peered up at him just in time to watch him point. “There’s a shortcut around this way,” he said, gesturing in the direction. “It goes through a small parking lot that leads to the main one.”

Nodding, you said, “sure! This is only my second time here. And it’s been a long time since then.” Alone with him, now, your mind drifted to the bathroom makeout session. It drifted even further as you remembered how his hands felt on your…

He smiled in a way that made you feel like he knew exactly what you were thinking; brown eyes twinkling with boyish amusement. He led the way and you followed close behind. The pathway wasn’t very wide, and you’d have to be tucked under his arm for the both of you to fit across it. If it were colder, or you bolder… you could probably get away with it. But, those same butterflies from before still twirled around in your belly making you feel more self-conscious than you cared to admit.

Right as you were about to walk out of the smaller parking lot and into the larger one, something unexpected caught your attention. You gasped. “What! No way. I didn’t even see Erryk. When did he get here!?”

“What?” Asked Harwin, looking between you and what stole your attention.

“There’s his Bronco! God I love that thing. I only got to ride in it a couple times before we broke up.” You two had been broken up for awhile now, and since then he’d done some work on his four door black Bronco. It had a lift, larger wheels and tires than what came as stock, and it was all blacked out. It looked good. And mean. You wanted to take the top off and drive it! “I’m gonna go look at it,” you said with mischievous delight.

Strong whistled beneath his breath. “Damn. That thing is nice.”

You b-lined it and tipped up on your toes to get a peek inside. “I want one of these so bad! This is pretty much my dream car. Truck. Whatever you call this thing.”

Cargyll really did have good taste. Harwin slowly walked around it and checked it out the whole time, taking notes of this and that as he did. Once he saw you looking through all the windows realizing that it hadn’t sounded any alarm yet, his dark eyes glinted with impishness. He pulled one of the back doors open. “That idiot didn’t even lock it!”

You squealed. “What! Oh my god,” you said as you swung the other backdoor open. “Holy shit. He’s lucky he took the keys otherwise you’d have to chase me down, a newly offended car stealer, on foot!” You sighed dreamily as you flopped on your back in the backseat. Your legs still hung out the car but you didn’t mind. It felt good – and fun – to be laying in someone else’s car without their knowledge. You giggled behind your hand; the risk of it gave you a rush.

“Bad girl,” he said as he leaned against the edge of the doorway your legs hung out of. You didn't even hear him walk around! “I'd expect better from you,” he added with an easy curve of lip.

“Are you scolding me?” You asked as you sat up.

“I am. A good, smart girl like you, threatening to steal a car like any petty thief?”

Something flexed in your abdomen as boldness took hold of you. Perhaps it was the risk that egged you on, or the way Harwin's mouth looked as his lips pouted in the slightest manner, or the way his brow furrowed beneath a wayward curl. Whatever it might have been, a thrill danced up and down your spine. “And what are you going to do about it, Strong?” You asked daringly, gaze lingering on his mouth before slowly flickering up to his regard.

“Tell me, pretty girl, did Erryk play these games with you in here?” He leaned forward to deliberately invade what little remained of your personal space, voice dropping lower the closer he came to you. That same easy curve of lip decorated his mouth while his gaze remained on yours, the blackness of his pupils beginning to widen in those deep brown irises.

The width of his shoulders took up all the space in the door and you swore you could feel heat coming off his solid bulk. “Not as much as I wanted…,” you answered, lower and slyer than his own tone. You looked up at him through your eyelashes before glancing to his mouth again, leaning closer into him as he did you.

“What a shame.”

In the next breath your mouths collided in an instantly searing kiss. Nothing about it was shy, or tentative, or reserved. The distant familiarity of his lips had you sighing in bliss against them. You grabbed at the front of his jacket – that odd water resistant material that somehow felt smooth and rough alike – and pulled him further into you. And, as if they’d suddenly gained a mind of their own, your legs spilled open to accept his wide hips between them. “I like this much more than a bathroom,” you mumbled through the kiss, grinning. Blood warmed your cheeks and fuzzed your mind; low muscles in your belly tightening with eager anticipation.

Harwin answered by holding the back of your head with one large hand, the size of it allowing him to graze his thumb along your cheek in a way that deepened your kiss. A pleased groan sounded from somewhere in his chest. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he drawled, dragging his tongue against yours before biting on your bottom lip. “At your desk… in the break room… anytime I see you walking around the office. God. You have the perfect mouth for kissing.”

Heat thrummed beneath your skin and you were full on dizzy, now, drunk on Harwin’s words. “I haven’t stopped thinking about this since the last time we did it,” you admitted as you pressed your legs tight against him, wrapping your arms atop his shoulders.

He groaned again, louder this time. “If you wrap those pretty legs around me I won’t be able to help myself,” he said huskily as he kissed and bit all along your neck.

You wrapped your legs around him, then, pulling him fully against the heat of your body. Daring. Tauting. Needing.

“Mmm that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He growled. “Driving me crazy all on purpose now? You really are a bad girl.” He pushed his wide hands up the front of your body – over your hips, along your sides, up beneath your breasts to feel their weight upon his touch – all while leaving tiny love bites on your shoulder. “Will you let me make you feel good this time?” He asked, finally pulling away from you long enough to look at your pretty face and parted mouth.

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “yes,” in a hot breathy tone. “Shit, yes. Please, Harwin.”

“Right here in your ex’s rig?” He asked as he slowly slid down the front of your body, thick fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings.

“Yes,” you squeaked, watching him. You lifted your hips in time with his hooking, and he wasted no time in pulling your bottoms down your legs until it caught on your shoes. Somehow it felt more lewd than having them fully removed.

Those big, calloused, warm hands felt over the smooth skin of your thighs. His fingers splayed as he felt down the full length of your legs, and then up again, fingertips denting into your soft flesh. “So pretty all sprawled out,” he whispered, shamelessly trailing the pad of one thumb up the center of your underwear covered center. Much to his delight it coaxed a little sound from you. “And so sensitive…”

“...please don’t make me wait,” you begged with soft doe eyes.

He smirked. “I don’t plan to,” he said as he pulled your underwear down. Instead of leaving them balled around your feet, however, he tore one of your shoes off and tugged your bottoms and panties off in the same motion. They still remained bunched up and hanging off one foot.

If you thought it lewd before, this felt dirty.

With Harwin’s palms holding your thighs open both his thumbs gently parted your folds, opening your pussy for his greedy eyes. “You’re such a good girl for getting all wet for me. Do you think you can stay quiet?” He asked cheekily with an arch of brow before kissing the front of your hip. He kissed the other side, too, and dipped his head low.

Just as you started to say something Harwin dragged his hot tongue up through your soaken folds. Your lungs swelled with excitement and the breath you gasped came out in a broken moan. “Oh my god…!,” you whispered when he lapped again and again, relaxed tongue sliding over your clit in a way that sent goosebumps tingling all over your body. One of your hands lowered to his hair and you shamelessly sprawled your fingers through his brown curls, tugging appreciatively when he lavished all his attention to your bud. “Mm fuck..! Just like that…!”

He moaned a satisfied rumble against your cunt. Turning his gaze back up to you, he said, “poor baby. Your little clit is so achy and needy, isn’t it?” While still looking at you he worked his tongue in deliberate motions, learning your body more and more by the second. He circled, and flicked, and kissed, and ‘mmm’d’ his approval into you. “What a sweet treat you are,” he said barely above a rumble. He didn’t stop lavishing your clit until your thighs were trembling beneath his hands.

“You’re gonna make me come like that. I’m close… ‘m so close,” you whimpered as you ground your pussy against his mouth, seeking more and more of him even as he was giving you all his mouth could.

“Shh… shh, quiet, princess. I know it feels good, but we can’t have someone hearing you,” he said, eyes dark and dancing, as he slipped a finger into you. He worked it in time with his tongue, then, curling and testing your walls. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. As soon as he found that wonderful patch of nerves inside you, he squeezed a second finger into you and pumped them in and out, hitting that spot every time without fail. He latched onto your clit, licking and sucking in tandem with his fingers.

Bliss, and electricity, and fire blazed through your body as Harwin pushed you to peak. Orgasm flooded your muscles with pleasure and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle all those lovely sounds of release. Harwin pushed you through it steadily; prolonging without overstimulating. Once you stopped trembling he gradually pulled away from you, grinning. “I could do that all fucking day,” he whispered against your mouth before stealing your satisfied moans in a kiss.

You could still taste yourself on him. You needed more.

“I need more,” you purred, one hand grazing over the bulge at the front of his bottoms.

“Not here, princess. I don’t have a condom,” he replied with an edge of mournfulness – wanting nothing more than to bury himself in you and fuck you silly on his cock.

Butterflies filled your belly again as you answered, “I’m clean… and on birth control. If you are too..? Then fuck a condom.”

He twitched and somehow grew even harder against your palm with your words. “Fuck… gonna let me have all of your pretty pussy?” He fumbled with the front of his bottoms and you helped him pull them down. Lust overtook you and you were unable to answer, only able to help free his cock. He sighed in relief as it was freed. You gasped, too. It was like the rest of him; thick, solid, hot. He bit your lip as your hand wrapped around him, smaller and cooler than the rigid desire of his length. “Open your legs. You can take it, I know you can.”

You did as told, propping up on your elbows so you could look down the front of your body to watch as he pushed into you. He guided himself to your entrance and pressed forward, easing into you, slowly stretching you out around him. You mumbled something incoherent at the sight and gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled you to your body’s end. When he began to pull out your arousal gleamed on his cock. Your head buzzed and your desire soared. “More. Harder… faster.. Fuck me like you mean it,” you pleaded, spilling your thighs open as far as they comfortably could in the confides of your ex’s backseat.

Something changed in Harwin, then, and his gentleness began to crumble away. He held tightly onto one of your thighs and one side of your hip, driving into you firmer and quicker. “This pussy just needs to be filled so bad, huh? Don’t wanna take this big cock slow… no, you need it slamming in and out of you,” he growled lowly, accentuating his words with drives of his strong hips.

Wordlessly, you nodded at him with desperate eyes. You moaned behind a hand as he speared in and out of you; full, so full of him. The pressure, the stretch, the thrill of finally having him sent a second orgasm creeping along your spine. You wrapped your legs around him and drew him further into you.

“My poor needy girl. Should’ve came to me sooner if you needed fucked this bad,” he said, grinning, before sliding his gaze down to where your bodies joined. “This little cunt is starving, baby, you’re taking me so well.” He changed his angle slightly and picked up his pace, pounding into you with added vigor. If your moans weren’t muffled enough then the sounds of skin slapping on skin would be more than enough to give you both away. The Bronco, despite its size, began to rock with the motion of Harwin’s fucking.

If heaven was real, surely it was here.

Your legs flexed around him as your back arched, body tightening as Harwin pushed you to peak again. Your eyelids fluttered before they rolled closed, wholly blissed out. Climax washed over you and your walls convulsed round him – squeezing – urging him to join you.

And he did.

With one final thrust he buried himself as deep as he could be and unloaded into you. The warmth of his cum filled you in a way that had you sighing in relief. He panted, spent and deeply satisfied. “I’ll buy you your own Bronco. Whatever color you want,” he said as he pressed his forehead to yours, basking in the sensation of post-climax bliss.

You laughed. “You don’t mean that! Shut up.”

“I mean it. I saw a pretty blue one driving down the road the other day. You’d look so good driving one.”

Slowly you unwrapped your legs from around him and giggled. “Who knew Strong got so pussystruck?,” you teased.

Laughing, he carefully pulled out of you. “Ah, hell. You’re gonna have to sacrifice your panties to clean yourself up. Hiking with no underwear? You really are a dirty girl,” he quipped back.

Both of you took a minute to wipe clean and fix your clothes before walking away from Erryk’s rig as innocently as you could. Which, more than likely, wasn’t innocent at all. “You’re not buying me a car. But… maybe dinner?”

“Of course I’ll buy you dinner. And a beer?”

“As long as you promise we don’t end up in a bathroom or backseat of someone else’s car.”

“Ha! Last I remember it was you who egged both of those things on,” he taunted, glaring at you playfully.

Well, he wasn't wrong.

You snerked and slapped his backside before finally retrieving your lens from your car.

Now to come up with an excuse as to why you two took so long. Maybe no one would notice?

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Could I request a harwin x Targaryen reader? Like she’s the twin or sister of Rhaenyra and is somewhat sickly/quiet and never got out much until Aegon’s name day, so harwin sees her and its love at first sight?? I’m just dying for harwin fluff

I love this request! You guys honestly have the best ideas. I hope this alright!

Don’t Be A Stranger

warnings: targaryen!f!reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s twin, mentions of illness, not proofread

summary: you’re finally allowed out of the keep for Aegon’s name day hunt.

author’s note: let me know if you guys want a Harwin’s POV of this 👀

You had been a prisoner of the red keep since your birth. Perhaps it was some cruel stroke of fate- some god laughing from high above as he cursed your family with another ill-fated child.

'At least you lived,' Rhaenyra told you once, holding your hand with the lightest of touches- scared you would break if even one breath touched your fragile skin.

Was this living? It couldn't be.

Day in and day out, confined to your bed. Your quarters. Perhaps the corridor, if you felt up to it. You were a prisoner, yes. A prisoner in your sickly body, in your frail bones and pale skin.

You longed to see the world. You dove headfirst into history- the seven kingdoms, Old Valryia, lords and ladies of the realm- anything and everything you could get your hands on to imagine a world outside of that damned bed.

It was enough, until it wasn't. You begged Rhaenyra to sneak you out. Begged her to help you live. She refused.

The realm knew your elder twin as 'The Realm's Delight'. They knew you as 'The Ghost Princess'. You thought the name was suitable, even if your sister and your father and anyone who dared to get close tried to comfort you about it.

There was nothing to comfort. You had tired of comforting. You wanted to get out and see something other than the stone walls of the keep before you lost your mind along with your health.

And so, you formulated a plan.

You had seen Alicent a few times throughout your years. She had seemed kind, until she had wronged Rhaenyra- but there was not much you could do about that.

However you felt about Alicent, you could not deny that you were grateful for her actions at this moment.

"Aegon's name day is coming up," Rhaenyra told you one day, sitting in her usual spot on the side of your bed. Her thumb traced little circles onto the back of your hand. "There's to be a big hunt in honor of it. Bit ridiculous, if you ask me."

You snorted, knowing very well that your and Rhaenyra's name day was also a famously extravagant affair- even if you could not join the festivities.

"When's the hunt?" You asked her.

"A fortnight. Preparations have begun now, of course. The keep is quite mad at the moment. Be glad you do not have to experience it."

You frowned slightly at her statement, glancing towards the lone window in your room.

"Apologies, sister, I did not mean-"

"It's alright, Rhaenyra. I understood." You turned back to look at her, nodding your head in reassurance. She gave your hand a light squeeze.

Although she was still annoyingly cautious around you, Rhaenyra had realized that over the years, you would not break at the slightest touch. So, she had stopped fretting over the smallest of brushes of skin. Mostly. You'd take what you could get.

"The Maester says I'm doing much better," you commented, watching your twin's face as you spoke. "Perhaps I will be allowed to join everyone for the occasion."

Rhaenyra's eyebrows rose in surprise, pulling her hand from yours. "I do not know if that is a good idea. We're to ride to the Godswood, and it can be quite a bumpy journey-"

"I am not glass, Rhaenyra. I will not break at the slightest jostle."

"I know, I just worry-"

"You and everyone else," you huffed, cutting her off. She frowned, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at you.

"Is this something you really want to do? These hunts are famously boring. You will be forced to sit and listen to the ladies of the court complain and throw insults disguised as compliments at one another."

"I want nothing more," you smiled, to which Rhaenyra shook her head.

"Please, sister. Tell me truthfully."

"Yes. I long to leave these walls, even if my first breath outside is my last."

"That was quite dramatic," Rhaenyra spoke after a moment. "You should be a poet."

"I've pondered that thought," you told her, to which she laughed.

The two of you fell silent, Rhaenyra looking at you with a conflicted expression. You could not tell what she was thinking, and you were almost positive she was going to tell you that it was too risky.

But then she said, “I’ll speak to father.”

Your eyebrows lifted, eyes lighting up in glee and excitement. “You will?”

Your sister nodded her head, lips spreading into a small smile at your glee. “Of course. I cannot guarantee what he will say, but I will fight for you.”

“Thank you, Rhaenyra. I am in your debt,” you told her, reaching forward to grasp one of her hands. She looked down at your fingers as they intertwined.

“Nonsense. I am simply doing what you would do for me should the roles be reversed.” Rhaenyra said, and you hummed.

She gave your hand a light squeeze before pulling her’s from your grasp, leaning forward to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“I will go speak to father now. I’m to see him about a few matters anyhow. I will et you know as soon as I can.”

You nodded as you watched her stand. “Thank you, sister.”

She nodded before turning and leaving. When the door shut behind her, you closed your eyes tightly and prayed to whatever god was listening that your father would say yes.

—

Viserys had said no.

Rhaenyra had argued with him for an hour over the matter after she left you, but he had not budged. He could not bear to lose another child, he said. Rhaenyra had scoffed.

She had not told you of your father’s words. As a matter of fact, she did not return to your quarters at all after seeing your father. She didn’t return the next day, either. Or the next.

You had been confused, but you knew what Rhaenyra’s absence had to have meant. Viserys had said no, and she was too busy preparing for the hunt to tell you the news. She probably didn’t want to, anyways. She had always hated seeing you upset.

A week after Rhaenyra had said she would speak to Viserys on the matter, she returned with a grand smile. She practically burst into your quarters, the wooden door slamming into the stone wall it attached to.

“He said yes!” She cried, rushing to your bedside. “Apologies for being absent, I was quite taken with preparations and arguing with our father–” she spoke fast, the words fighting to leave her tongue. “But he finally acquiesced. You are to join us on the hunt, as long as the maesters say you are fit to do so.”

“Oh, thank you Rhaenyra!” You squealed, leaning forward to throw your arms around her in an embrace. Slightly shocked, it took Rhaenyra a few seconds to hug you back.

“Of course. I look forward to having you by my side. I will not have to field the questions of the ladies by my lonesome,” she grinned at you as she pulled back, and you laughed.

“I cannot wait to be pestered with questions.”

“Oh, dear sister,” Rhaenyra sighed with an air of knowing, tucking a strand of your silver hair behind your ear. “You will regret saying that.”

—

After Rhaenyra had shared the news with you, you had been the happiest you had ever been. The servants who tended to you noticed– and they were glad to see such an upbeat mood from you.

The maesters had quickly cleared you for travel, much to your delight. They would come along for the journey at the King’s request, but you did not mind. At least you were being allowed to leave.

Like Rhaenyra said, the keep was quite mad with preparation, especially so close to the date of departure. Numerous servants entered and exited your quarters throughout the days, showing you dresses and packing needed belongings into chests to bring along. You quite liked all the attention. It was a nice change of pace.

When the day came to leave, you were practically bouncing in your bed. Servants came in to help you from your bed, dressing you in a pretty but simple leather dress with black embroidery. You were beaming the entire time.

Rhaenyra came in shortly after, wearing an almost exact copy of your own attire. The embroidery of her ensemble was red, however. She smiled at you, taking you in.

“You look amazing. How are you feeling?” She asked, coming to your side to help you walk.

“I’m fine,” you waved her hand away as you moved for the door. You wobbled slightly, but stayed afoot. Rhaenyra watched you silently before joining you once more, giving you your independence, but ready to help should you need it.

The pair of you made your way slowly out of your room and down the corridor, towards the direction of the courtyard. You passed numerous servants and guards who looked surprised to see you out and about, and you gave each and every one of them a small nod.

When you reached the courtyard, more stares found you. You ignored them as you made your way towards the coach, Rhaenyra following close behind.

“Do you need help to get up?” Your sister asked. You shook your head as you began to climb the steps to the coach. You made it up with only a small wobble, ducking inside to take a seat on one of the cushioned benches. Rhaenyra entered behind you, taking the seat next to you. She smiled widely.

“I’m so glad you’re coming with us. This is going to be more bearable now.” She told you, to which you laughed.

“That’s a sound I haven’t heard in a while,” Viserys’ voice chimed as he ducked inside the coach to join you. Alicent followed behind, Aegon babbling in her arms.

You smiled at your father, grateful he had said yes. He took a seat across from you and Rhaenyra, joy obvious in his expression as he gazed upon his two daughters.

“You two look lovely. It’s good to see you together, smiling.”

“All because of your generosity, dear husband,” Alicent chimed in, settling in beside Viserys.

“I would not say that–” he began, but you swiftly interrupted.

“Yes, thank you father. I appreciate your decision.”

He looked from Alicent to you, nodding his head. “Of course.”

The coach fell silent save for little Aegon’s babbling, and although it was slightly awkward, you would not have traded the moment for the world.

Moments later, the coach began its journey, and you could barely contain your excitement. Viserys and Alicent were speaking about something, but you paid them no mind as you glued your eyes to the small window in the side of the coach.

As Rhaenyra had said weeks ago, the journey was a bit bumpy. You could feel your family watching you intently throughout the ride, but you paid them no mind. You were fine, and even if you weren’t, there was nothing that was going to stop you from going through with this.

When you finally made it to the campsite, you were ecstatic. You could hear all the clamor outside, and it excited you. Rhaenyra looked at you with an amused expression, teasing you, but you ignored her.

The coach rolled to a stop and you sprang from your seat.

“Just wait, dear sister,” she spoke into your ear as she moved to stand beside you. “Father and the Queen will go first. Then you and I.”

You nodded, wishing Viserys and Alicent would put some more haste into their movements. The door to the coach swung open as a servant laid a step stool before it. Viserys gave you a smile as he passed, working his way to the ground with a small huff. Alicent followed, Aegon in her grasp. She was much more graceful.

Rhaenyra moved next, glancing at you from over her shoulder. “Ready?”

You nodded, and she turned her back to you as she hopped down from the coach. You stepped out after her, and it was like the entire camp stopped.

Eyes were all on you stepped onto the grass. Rhaenyra stood beside you, one of her hands grabbing yours protectively.

“Alright?” She asked you quietly, and you nodded.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, taking everything in. People slowly started to resume their tasks as the shock of seeing you wore off. Perhaps the news of your incoming presence had not been widely known.

Rhaenyra tugged lightly at your hand as she made to move, and you raised a foot to follow her, but then your eyes met his.

A man, across the field, was staring at you. Not hungrily. Not in disgust. In something you couldn’t quite place.

He was tall with a large build and a dazzling smile. He was smiling at you, you realized. You looked him up and down, noting his curly hair; his unshaven face; his attire. A house sigil you suddenly could not recall adorned his tunic.

“Rhaenyra,” you called to her, not taking your eyes from the man. “Who is that?”

Rhaenyra turned to follow your gaze, lips breaking into a wide grin as she saw the man you were fascinated with.

“Ser Harwin Strong, of House Strong. I am surprised you did not recognize the sigil, sister.” She was teasing you, you realized.

“No, I did. I just…” you trailed off, still looking in his direction. He nodded to you from, and you felt your cheeks heat as you finally ripped your gaze from his.

“Should I expect to be attending your wedding at the end of this hunt?” Rhaenyra continued and you rolled your eyes before moving in the direction your father and Alicent had gone.

“Nonsense. I do not even know him.” You told her as she fell into step beside you.

“But you would like to, would you not?” Your sister poked your side lightly. You swatted her hand away with no force.

You said nothing more, and Rhaenyra took your silence as an end to the conversation.

—

Rhaenyra had been right.

The ladies of the court were boring.

You were situated in a plush chair (brought specially for you) beside Rhaenyra as the pair of you listened to gossip and subtle criticisms.

You had thought the ladies would jump at the chance to pester you with questions, but it was almost as if you weren’t even there. They paid you little mind, opting to pester Rhaenyra instead. Perhaps it was because they were afraid that if they even acknowledged you, you would break.

“Ladies,” a man spoke up as he moved to join the group. You looked up to see another member of house Strong, judging by the sigil on his tunic. Not Harwin– perhaps a cousin? A brother? Judging by the image of Harwin still plastered in your mind, they looked similar. They had to be related.

“Mind if I join?” He asked, soft spoken. The ladies nodded, going back to their gossips as the man made his way to an empty chair.

“Larys Strong,” Rhaenyra leaned over to whisper in your ear as if reading your mind. “Harwin’s brother.”

You looked at the man curiously, now obviously seeing the resemblance. Larys met your gaze with a small smile.

“You must be the other Princess. It is nice to make your acquaintance. I certainly see the resemblance.” He gestured between you and Rhaenyra.

The ladies had stopped talking now, opting to listen to you and Larys.

You gave a kind, small laugh. “Of course. It’s a pleasure, Lord Strong.”

“Oh, I am not a lord, Princess. That title is my father’s.”

You nodded. “My apologies.”

“None needed,” he replied, eyes watching you intently. “It is quite a surprise to see you here. Many were starting to believe you were a myth.”

You cocked an eyebrow is surprise. Rhaenyra’s hand fell atop one of yours. “Is that so?” You questioned. Larys nodded.

“Yes, Princess. There were many whispers that you had died and the King would not admit it. Whispers that you were part dragon, and that is why you were not allowed out of the keep.”

“That’s enough of that,” Rhaenyra spoke, her tone firm. “We need not speak of whispers and stories. My sister is alive and well, right next to me.”

“Of course, Princess,” Larys nodded. He was still looking at you. “You and I are more alike than one would think, Princess. Both younger siblings. Both hidden away. Both a source of shame–”

“I think I should like to get some air,” you announced, standing from your chair. Rhaenyra rose to your side without a word, but you shook your head.

“Alone, please,” you whispered to her, and she reluctantly nodded as she lowered herself back into her chair.

All eyes watched you as you made your way out of the tent, into the darkening sky. The lowering sun cast a beautiful variety of colors over the horizon. Pinks and oranges and yellows you swore you had never seen before. You tilted your head back, staring up at the sky and inhaling deeply.

You did not know why Larys’ words had bothered you so much. You knew you weren’t purposefully hidden away, that you weren’t a source of shame for your family– or were you?

The House of the Dragon needed to present a strong front. A sick, weak Princess did not exactly aid in that image.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion from the day creeping into your limbs. You fought to keep it at bay. Should you show even the smallest hint of fatigue, your father would whisk you back to the keep and never set you free again.

“Princess?”

A man’s voice, deep and warm and concerned. You opened your eyes, lowering your gaze from the sky. Harwin Strong was approaching you, brows scrunched together in worry.

“Are you alright?” He questioned and you nodded.

“Of course. Just getting some air.” You watched him as he came to a stop in front of you. He was handsomer up close, you thought. Deep brown eyes and messy hair.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. Lord…?” You trailed off, knowing full well who he was thanks to Rhaenyra’s earlier words.

“Ser Harwin Strong, Princess.” He told you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Ser Harwin, of course,” you nodded. “I just met your brother. Interesting, to say the least.”

Harwin sighed. “Apologies for him, Princess. He has… a certain way with words.”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “He certainly does. Tell me, Ser. Did you believe me to be part dragon before today?”

Harwin raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Of course not, Princess.”

“And did you think I was dead, and my family was lying about health?”

“No, Princess.” He confirmed, and you nodded.

“Even if you did, I doubt you would say so.” You gave a humorless laugh, but he shook his head.

“I would tell you the truth, Princess.”

“Even if it meant you’d hang?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Why?”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips as he pondered his words.

“Because you deserve the truth.”

You went quiet for a moment, averting your eyes back to the beautiful sky. Harwin’s gaze remained on you.

“Even if you were part dragon,” he spoke. “You would still be the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

You looked back at him, a blush painting your cheeks pink as you searched for a hint of a lie in his expression. You found none.

When you didn’t say anything, he continued.

“Rhaenyra speaks of you, you know. To anyone who will listen. She’s told me of you more than once.”

“When do you speak to Rhaenyra?” You asked in surprise.

“It makes sense she would not tell you of such trivial matters,” he said. “I guard her from time to time.”

You nodded. That made sense. You knew you were guarded at all times, even if you rarely left your chambers. Of course Rhaenyra would be, too. Probably more so than you.

“Good things, I hope?” You asked, and Harwin grinned.

“Of course, Princess.”

“Good,” you smiled. “If she ever speaks bad about me, you tell me about it.”

He laughed at that, and you closed your eyes as a wave of exhaustion hit you once more.

“Princess?” Harwin’s voice was full of concern again as he reached a hand out to lightly touch your arm. “Are you alright?”

“Tired, Ser.” You inhaled deeply, trying to overcome the small feeling of nausea rising in your stomach.

“Should I fetch a maester?” Harwin asked, but you shook your head. You opened your eyes, reaching for his forearm as you slumped slightly. He supported you weight immediately, an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright.

“I don’t need a maester. If you would just help me to my tent, that would be appreciated.”

“Of course, Princess. Do you need me to carry you?”

“No, I can walk,” you assured him. He nodded without question as the pair of you started in the direction of your tent.

“Thank you for this, Ser Harwin.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

You walked the rest of the way in silence, thankful for the darkness filling the camp to make your walk less obvious.

When you reached your tent, Harwin helped you inside and to the comfortable cot. He placed you gently onto it, taking a step back as he waited to see if you needed anything else.

“I believe I can take it from here, Ser. Once again, I thank you for this.” You looked at him, your expression sincere.

“No thanks needed, Princess. Whatever you need, I am here.”

You have a small nod as silence fell between the pair of you. After a moment, you spoke again.

“If you don’t mind Ser… please keep this between us. My father would–”

“No worries, Princess. I will take this to the grave if I must.” He gave you a dazzling grin, and it almost pained you to send him away.

He bid you goodnight before slipping out of the tent, and you watched him go, hoping you would see him again soon.

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nebulaafterdark · 1 year

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Heyy girlie, can we please get another smutty Harwin one-shot?🧎🏻‍♀️Maybe one where reader is already a few months pregnant with the fourth child, and they're trying to get at it while they're visiting family (any major house/castle) for a few months?

Hey! I’m gonna just jump to every conclusion that this is Queen’s Hand related, because you mentioned their fourth child. If not, shameless plug, go read The Queen’s Hand. Thanks for requesting!

My Princess

Summary: Princess Y/N Targaryen and her husband Ser Harwin are visiting her sister Rhaenyra on Dragon Stone. Harwin wants a few minutes alone.

18+ ONLY, SMEXY TIMES

When Y/N discovers she is pregnant, both she and her husband are in shock. They had not been trying for another child, in fact they carefully prevented it. As they are parents to three wonderful children already, the youngest of whom, their only son, caused his mother a great deal of hardship on the birthing bed.

The princess panicked, as did Harwin, though he never made his apprehension known. He simply loved her through it, that’s what Harwin does, he loves her through it. Through the first weeks of tears and constant worry, through the nausea and morning sickness, to the bump that makes itself known at the half way mark of her term.

Now they are off visiting Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children on Dragon Stone. It will be the last time they travel dragon back before the birth of the new babe.

Harwin loves his wife, their children and her family. Forever loyal to the mighty house Targaryen. Spending time with her lot has never bothered him, but getting Y/N alone is nearly impossible.

The children run her round until all hours, and when it is time to retire, Rhaenyra finds her way to their chambers. The sisters have never been apart as they are now, so when they are together, separating them is difficult.

While Ser Harwin will never voice his frustration, Daemon has no problem doing so.

“I want my wife in my bed.” The Prince tells Rhaenyra, leaning against the doorframe. Though he loves Y/N, enough is enough and the line must be drawn somewhere.

“Oh alright,” Rhaenyra waves him over.

Daemon smirks at her, “goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, Ser Harwin.”

“Goodnight.” Y/N yawns as the door closes behind them.

Harwin huffs a laugh, seating himself at the foot of their guest mattress.

“Are you not pleased, my love?” The Princess taps a toe to his back.

“I am quite pleased, Princess. Finally I have you alone.” He turns, catching her foot. “All night.”

Y/N grins at him, stroking a hand over her belly. There are stories she heard coming up, about men who wouldn’t touch their wives when they were with child. That sex was for producing heirs and once that was done, there was no farther need. The knight would hear none of that.

“See,” he looks to his wife. “You’re proud of what you’ve done.”

“I am proud that you find me attractive in this state, yes.”

“Do you want to know the truth of it?”

Y/N nods as Harwin takes her foot, laying a kiss to her ankle.

“I find you attractive in every state, but this,” his lips move higher, up her shin to the knee. “Is a privilege. To watch you swell with my child, our child, created solely from my love for you…” The groan that rubbles out from low in his chest has Y/N sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

The Princess tells him. “I would bear you a hundred children, if I could.”

He stops to nuzzle her belly before continuing upwards, feathering light kisses to the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts swollen and sensitive from the growing babe. “But we must not take chances, my love. I do not intend to outlive you.”

“I know that you worry…and for good reason.” After the last time. After both of their mothers and countless women who’ve lost their lives on the birthing bed. “But I am here now because of you.”

“You are here now because you are strong. I will do everything within my power to aid in the timely and easy birth of this child.”

Y/N pecks a kiss to his cheek. “You are a selfless and noble man.”

He turns to catch her lips. “I am nothing without you.” Harwin murmurs, with reverence. Peeling away the layers of her clothes while the Princess makes quick work of his own.

Her eyes find his as they break apart, cupping his face, stroking her thumbs over his cheeks. Struggling to find words for the emotion that tugs deep within the strings of her heart.

“I know.” Harwin assures her, with gentle kisses to her forehead and nose.

Y/N nods, leaning into his touch. Harwin and their children are the world to her, she shows them everyday. Though the right sentiments evade her, love for them does not.

They fall onto the mattress, Harwin holding his weight above her, mindful of their child.

“Closer,” Y/N pleads, tugging him toward her lips.

“Turn around for me.” Harwin leans back on his heels, with a little love tap to his wife’s behind as she moves to face away from him.

She smirks, swatting at his hand. “Ser Harwin!”

“Forgive me, Princess.” He chuckles, lining his cock up with her hot little cunt.

Y/N is not one for formalities, not with her beloved husband, and certainly not in their marriage bed. However she is not above teasing and through his love, she finally found a love for her title.

“My princess.” He breathes against the shell of her ear.

It sends a shiver down her spine. “Please.”

The knight groans, easing himself into her. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He smooths a hand over her back, gentling her into her forearms. His thrusts are slow and deep, teasing at that spot within her.

Y/N whimpers, twisting her fingers in the bed sheets, in the absences of his hand.

“Longed for you all day. For this. To bring you back to our rooms and bury myself inside you.”

“I?” She had done nothing but chase children round the castle.

“Always you, only you.” Harwin says between gritted teeth, her walls tight around his length, her wetness growing with each pass.

Y/N hums, low in her throat as his hands angle her hips just so…so deep, the tip of him kissing her cervix with each pass. “Fuck.” It’s nearly too much.

“Come here, sweetheart. Back up on your knees, lean against me.” I want to kiss you.

The Princess obeys, bringing her back to her husband’s chest, allowing him to support her weight with gentle arms held around her. One hand sneaking down to toy with her bundle of nerves. “Harwin,” she all but wails.

His poor, sensitive, sweet wife, completely at his mercy. “Hush now,” the knight whispers, turning her face toward him slightly, swallowing her cries as he takes her breast in hand. Rolling her sensitive nipple to a firm peak.

Her first orgasm surprises them both, churning her insides to molten lava. Tears cascading over her cheeks, mouth open wide, panting. Squealing in protest when his movements do not cease.

“Shhh,” Harwin cooes, thumbing feather light circles over her pearl. “Gentle. I will be gentle.”

Her cunt still pulses around him, encouraging his thrusts to continue.

“Don’t fight, let it come, sweetheart.”

The pleasure is blinding, surely she will die of it. Y/N has both hands tightly fisted in his dark curls. “I- Harwin.”

“I know,” Harwin soothes a hand along her side. “I’ve got you. Make a mess on my cock.”

She sobs her release into the quiet air of their guest quarters. Soaking him in her slick and knocking his greedy fingers from her clit. “Enough. Cum for me now.”

He thrusts into her thrice more before finding his release. Coming down to the feel of his wife’s gentle kisses, delicate fingers stroking his hair. Falling onto their sides to catch their breath.

“I love you.” Y/N yawns, beginning to doze already.

“I love you, Y/N.” More than you will ever know. More than words can say.

#hotd smut #house of the dragon #ser harwin strong #harwin smut #ser harwin #harwin strong x reader #harwin strong x you #harwin strong #harwin imagine #harwin strong smut #harwin x reader #ser harwin x reader

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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Sworn Protector: Harwin Strong

House Of The Dragon Masterlist

word count: 828

description: Harwin being the sworn protector to you his princess <3

Tonight was your sister Rhaenerya and your cousin Laenor's celebration feast to celebrate their upcoming wedding. You had dance with Rhaenerya and your uncle daemon and now we're making your way back up to the family table when you felt a familiar hand on your back making you smile.

"Would you do me the honor of sharing a dance with me princess?" Harwin your sworn protector asked you.

"It would be my honor Ser Harwin, and I might I say you look handsome tonight." You said watching as a smile broke out on his face.

"You flatter me princess, but it is you who looks absolutely beautiful tonight." He said watching as you tried to fight a smile from breaking out on your face.

There was no denying that was something between you two, ever since that day at the tournament to celebrate your father's marriage to Alicent where he asked for your favor and where you fell in love with the man named "Breakbones" who was always so gentle and caring with you despite his reputation after becoming your sworn protector.

"Who knew that the princess who loved fighting and reading was such a good dancer?" He teased.

"Could say the same thing about you Ser Breakbones, I didn't realize that dance lessons were a part of your training to become a knight?" You mused to him.

"Oh you didn't, I mean how else am I supposed to protect the princess if I can't dance? You never know when dancing will decide if you live or not. " He said to you making you laugh while you shook your head at him.

"Mind if we cut in?" Your sister and cousin said as Harwin agreed promising to find you at the end of the night or earlier if you needed him.

He watched as you three danced together laughing and smiling. Your smile was so infectious that he couldn't help but smile when he saw you smiling, yeah he was down bad for you even if he couldn't have you.

At some point in the night Harwin had lost track of you due to all the people and how small you were and his blood ran cold when he saw a fight breaking out.

"Princess!" He called out going to the last place he saw you.

"Harwin we got separated in the crowd." Rhaenerya said worried that you were going to get hurt being in the middle of that whole scene.

"Princess!" He called out again as he fought his way through the crowd trying to find you.

"Princess!" He said again finally seeing your dress and you panicked looking around.

"Get off of me creep!" He heard you say as he saw you punch some guy as he continued making his towards you.

"Princess. Let's get you out of here." He said picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he made his way through the crowd and out of the dining hall.

"Harwin can you put me down now? I think we made it out of there." You asked him although it felt nice to be carried around by him.

"Oh my apologies princess." He said gently setting you down on the ground in your room.

"It's alright thank you for rescuing me." You said to him as he held your hands in his own.

"Of course princess, I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner." He said running his thumb over your knuckles making you hiss a bit.

"It's alright Harwin really, no one knew that a fight was gonna happen. I should probably get some cream for my knuckles." You said.

"Let me, just wait right here. I'll be right back." He said stepping out of your room and returning a few minutes later.

"That was impressive punch you threw but the maester said that this should help with the pain and help them heal faster." He said gently applying it to your hand.

"You know what would help them heal faster?" You asked him.

"What's that princess?" He asked having a feeling he knew what you were going to say.

"A kiss to make them feel better. So what do say Ser Harwin, will you kiss them better?" You asked with your best puppy dog eyes.

"Your trouble princess but whatever the princess wants, she gets." He said lifting your hand to his lips and place a kiss on your knuckles.

"Better?" He asked with a smile.

"Better, I hardly have any pain. You my sworn protector must have the magic touch." You said with a smile.

"Goodnight princess, get some rest. I'll be right outside if you need me." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight Harwin, thanks for being my sworn protector, there's no one else I would rather have here than you." You said kissing his cheek as he fought a smile.

#harwin strong #harwin imagine #harwin strong fluff #harwin strong x reader #sir harwin strong #harwin strong x y/n #harwin strong imagine #house of the dragon

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misguidedasgardian · 8 months

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The White Dragon (45 FINALE)

45. Kept Promises

MASTERLIST

Summary: you get to enjoy everything you worked so hard for

Pairings: Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader, many OC X Other OC characters

Warnings: cursing, birth, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about past war, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: Can’t wait this is it, a story I’ve been writing for almost a year! a story that was so cherished and commented, and even TRANSLATED! wow, it is mindblowing, thank you all who have read it so far, this was my first HOTD story, and it won’t be the last, it certainly will be the longest though hehe, well enjoy it!

3 years later

“What am I supposed to do without you?”, you asked lazily, as Cregan smiled back at you

“Keep reigning beautifully as you had done so far”, he responded, as he sipped on his chalice of wine, he was going to go back North Tomorrow, spending three years as your hand, and in the capital, refusing every time you offered to take him up there in Dragonback, “You are going to name…?”

“Aemond”, you responded, “as my hand, he has been here by my side, I think is time”, he nodded

“Very well”

“You will be missed at court”, you said gently

“Is that the way you yourself say you’ll miss me?”, he teased, “I need to go home, with my children, RIckon is growing up without his father and, my daughters too, they need me”

“I know”, you said, “we will be fine, I had some practice over this three years”, you said with a shy smile

“Well, let’s attend this feast you organized in my honor”

Tomorrow you were going to lose your first hand and your very best friend, but it was time, and you had been very selfish to keep him this whole time, when at first he was only going to stay for one year

You walked alongside him throughout the Keep

“I’m going to miss this place”, he said, as you looked around

You passed by Steffon, training the new Queensguards and soldiers in the courtyard, you passed by the God’s wood, were Saera, your ten year old daughter was reading with the Septas in the garden, and Vaegor was in his class with a maester

You walked side by side with Cregan

“What about Daeron?”, he asked then

“He is in Oldtown, I gave him my blessing to marry a distant hIghtower cousin, and he sends me letters regularly, so he is settled”, you said, relieved.

You even passed by the small Sept, within the castle’s walls, and there she was, Alicent, who had taken the cloth, she was reading the seven pointed star, the religious book, she barely noticed you passed by, and you preferred it so, you didn't want to disturb her

“She asked me permission to go to Oldtown to see her son, I think she wants to stay there, I told her yes”

“That is smart”

“I know I have been taken her counsel, is wise counsel, I hope she wants to come back, I’m losing all my counselors”, you said with a shy smile

“You will be fine”, he said, “so now I understand, I acted like the devil in your shoulder, and she acted like the little angel”

“Something like that”

You even walked towards the battlements, the higher places of the walls around the castle, and there he was

“My Queen”, he purred, kissing you swiftly in your lips, you giggle like you were a little girl, Harwin was as big as ever, maybe more snow in his head, but he was as handsome as ever

“Are you getting everything ready?”, you asked

“Indeed I am”, he said, “I will leave tomorrow and you will follow a week from now”, he said, “and we will be free enough to go home even if its only for a moon”, you smiled and nodded

“Oh right, I leave and you start neglected your duties”, Cregan mocked

“Yes, sure”, you said back, “Aemma could give birth every day from now”, you said with a wide smile, “we want to go home”

“I thought she was in Dragonstone”

“She decided to have the child in the Whitehall”, you said, smiling softly

“Great”, he said

“We all will gather, my whole family, under one roof once again”, you said, Rhaegar is coming from the North, with his family”

“Sara included?”

“Indeed”, you said, “Karnax had grown massively, they will probably fly down here, and it won’t take them two months”

“What a marvel is to travel in Dragonback”

“Riding dragons is the best thing ever”, said Harwin looking back at you, so seriously you wouldn’t believe he was being a dirty man, you slapped him on his chest

“Haha”, you mocked

“Your Grace”, you looked back to see Aemond walking towards you

“How is the planning for the reconstructions of the slums of Flea Bottom going?”, you asked him

“That was what I came here to discuss with Ser Harwin”, he said with a shy smile

“I’ll leave you to it”, you said, “and after this, you are free to go to the Whitehall”, you said back

“After we say goodbye to the Lord Hand”.

“I will see you all at the feast”, you demanded, and you left Cregan there and kept walking alone through the walls, towards the sea

Aemond and Aemond had been here, by your side all these years, after you, not officially, had decided to name them both your heirs, that way, they will be eased into the huge burden of ruling the seven Kingdoms

But Aemma, with a child in her belly, had decided to go back to Harrenhal to live her first pregnancy at peace, accompanied by her big brother, Helaena, and her sweet nephews, and Aemond went back and forth, it was a couple of hours journey on Dragonback

And as you looked to the Narrow Sea, you thought about the long journey that took you here, that made you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

You missed your family, and the way things would have been, if only… if wasn’t for Otto HIghtower’s greed

You would be a huge family, three times as large, more powerful, the greatest dynasty, and even though you had won, you wished you didn’t need to play the game in the first place

But it was too late now

Things were as they were and you couldn’t change them.

you enjoyed a huge feast in the name of your Lord Hand of the Queen Cregan Stark

And everyone was there, representatives of all the great families,

And the next day, you said Goodbye to Cregan at the harbor, with your two youngest children by your side

“Anything you need, I’ll be a raven away”, he said to your ear as you hugged him tightly

“Same thing here”, you whispered

And then, he was gone

As was Harwin, and you stayed in the Keep, to make sure your small council was ready to run the Kingdoms while you were gone. Rhaenys was in, so you certainly knew everything was going to be alright

And when you were getting ready to send out the royal statement that the taxes were going to lower in preparation for the next winter, you received surprising news

“Your grace, we got news from Harrenhal, King consort Harwin is there, princess Aemma is in labor”

You and Aemond ran through the Keep and to the Dragonpit, you had to go and arrived as soon as you were able, to ask your dragons the impossible

. . .

“It hurts papa!”, she cried, and he shushed her gently against her temple

“I now my sweet girl, I know”, he holds her tightly against his chest, wiping the sweat of her forehead with his big hand, “I know, breathe for me, my girl, breathe”, she did as he told him, breathing heavily

“Mmmmm AH!”, she screamed, threatening to crush her father’s hand under her tight grip

“Fuck!”

“HERE I AM!”, screamed Aemond, storming into the room

“Where the fuck have you been?”, Aemma and Harwin screamed at the same time, “fucker I hate you for doing this to me!”, Aemma added between contractions, “I have been at this for hours!”

“She is all yours”, said Harwin.

With a last kiss to her sweaty forehead, Harwin left the room, leaving Aemond to accompany his daughter

“How is she?”, you whined, arriving too panting for the run you had just performed

“In pain, but very energetic”, said Harwin, “she is going to be fine”, he said hugging you tightly

“You are the best father ever”, you whispered, hugging him back

“Prince Rhaegar and his lady wife Sara Stark are here your grace”, said one of your Queensguard who had been here keeping your children safe, you only nodded

“Please stay still, my love!”, you heard through the hallways, and then there he was, your son, holding his two year old daughter in his arms, who was so fuzzy, Sara held her baby daughter in her arms, as she was already pregnant again

“Welcome my loves”, it had been a while since you saw your child.

“Oh, let me see her”, you cooed, grabbing the newest addition to the family, “hello you”, she was so beautiful, and as you held your granddaughter in your arms, you were reminded of your own children and when you held them for the first time

“Look Harwin”, you whispered, looking down at the beautiful baby girl, with pitch black air and purple eyes

“Let’s go see Maekar and Helaena”, before you arrived to the great hall, you were received by the twins, who greeted you happy to see you, and led you to the family hall

A more personal space, designed only for you and your family, with comfortable spaces and long chairs for all of you to see

There they were, Maekar, holding in his arms the little boy Helaena gave him, a silver haired, green eyed boy, who they named Baelon

“Mother”, he greeted, hugging you tightly, they all greeted each other, and you, with already one grandchild in your arms, sat down as Helaena sweetly placed your other in your other arm, they were so tiny and cute

“I love them so much”, you whispered, Harwin sat by your side, to also enjoy his grandchildren

“Gods woman, we are old”, he chuckled in your ear, and you laughed

“We are not old Harwin, only seasoned”, you said

But the evidence that age was catching up to you was right there, and as you looked around, and saw four of your five children, and their two spouses, and their own children, two of them in your arms, you smiled so widely.

Harwin took Erena, Rhaegar’s daughter into his arms

“Apa! Aba!”, cheered Gilliane, Rhaegar’s oldest, and you accommodated her between you both as well

And you spend the next few hours waiting on Aemma

And then finally your queensguard entered the room

“Princess Aemma gave birth to a healthy baby boy, your grace!”, he said, even he couldn’t hide his smile, “both are healthy and strong!”

Everyone cheered

One little baby that one day was going to sit the Iron Throne

Harwin and you entered the room first, and there they were the two new parents, with their bundle in their arms, and that look in their eyes

Your daughter looked beautiful, her loose silver hair, her sweaty face, that was the one of a woman now

“Mama, papa, meet Aerion”, she introduced. A small silver haired boy with amethyst eyes

“Nice to meet you”, you cooed, leaning in to kiss your daughter in her forehead, “you did so great my sweet sweet girl”

“thank you mama”, you whispered

“Let me see the little guy”, said Harwin, accommodating by your side

“Good job my sweet”, he whispered to his daughter.

“Congratulations Aemond”, you said softly, and he smiled thankfully

“Thank you”

After so many years, and so many things that happened, people that came and went, people that were always there and were never coming back, and people that went away too soon

It took you long years but you finally managed to fulfill that promise you and Harwin made to each other.

Once many years ago promised you were going to return home, with all your children, and finally you had

Even if it was temporary, even if it was for a little while…

All your children and grandchildren, together, under one roof

You wished you could stay like this forever.

. . .

Another year passed, yo had made Aemond your hand, and Aemma and little Aerion were back in the capital, so you decided, with their line secured and then already taking responsibilities within the Kingdom, you summoned them in the entrails of the Red Keep

With Balerion the black dread as a witness, the Valyrian steel dagger of the Conqueror in the fire, you looked at both of them in the eyes, and grabbed their hand in yours, and squeezed reassuringly

“I will tell you both about the Dream of the Conqueror”, you began softly, “the song of Ice and Fire”

Reader and Harwin lived happily ever after, he the ever supporting husband, he stopped being Lord Commander of the city watch, and just stood and supported his wife until his death in 171 AC, Reader survived him, for 9 more years, passing in her sleep at 69 name days

Aemma and Aemond succeed her, reigning together, following the legacy of “the conciliator come again”. having two children, a boy Aerion, and a girl Aerea, who would sit the Iron Throne together after them

Maekar and Helaena lived together in Harrenhal with their children, Jahaerys, Jahaera and Maelor would later return to the Keep to be a part of court, while Helaena stayed at the white Hall with Maekar and their own children, who continued the legacy of House Strong

Rhaegar and Sara had beautiful daughters together, and by the side of Cregan they kept the North safe and united, also with Cregan’s son Rickon.

Saera stayed in court by her mother’s side

Vaegor wanted to travel the seas, so you let him, Corlys and Rhaenys took him under his wing, him and Lucerys were little pirates in training

The funeral pyre of the first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was the greatest they had ever seen

People from all over the world made the journey to Harrenhal, to witness it, as the great White Dragon lit the fire that sent her rider to the next life.

Vhaelar, the White Dragon, the wild dragon who only had one rider, took to the skies after, to never be seen again.

Goodbye

Alright, I don’t know how else to celebrate the ending of this story that I have been writing since OCTOBER 2022, it’s bananas! almost a whole year!

It was my first Hotd story, and the most inspiring one. There was a time I even posted one chapter a day because I couldn’t stop, and readers wrote to me at every turn, to ask me things, and suggest some more, and I LOVED what I felt with so much interaction.

Well, finishing this story means something HUGE for me, really, it’s the longest story I have written, and I can't even believe I’m finally finishing it.

And believe me when I tell you this came out so different from what I hoped and what I wanted to write in the beginning, but in the end, I'm so pleased and satisfied.

I want to thank everyone who read this story, and give you my eternal love

Anyways, thank you all, and the sentiment of relief I’m feeling right now, to finish something so long and that I’ve worked so hard on, I’m having mixed feelings, relief, but sadness that is ending… anyways

Thank you all, love you

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ethereallocs · 9 months

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Spoiled Rotten-Modern! Sugar Daddy-Ser Harwin Strong x Fem Reader

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Brat-tamer, Angst, Swearing, Age-Gap, Smut, spitting, ass eating, oral Fem/male receiving, backshots, spanking, p in v penetration, hair pulling, and aftercare/fluff.

Summary: Harwin says he wants things to be casual, but he might not be able to resist you.

Harwin was a very busy man being head of security he was always making plans behind protecting his boss Viserys Targaryen and the rest of his family. He hardly had time for himself, no time to date or even make acquaintances. He was becoming lonely and longed for something more, but knew he’d never have the time for emotional relationship but he could at least have the illusion of one, right? He decide on a website “Seeking Arrangements” he was bit nervous the last “relationship” he was in was with Rhaenyra and she was married now so that affair ended just as soon as it started.

He scrolled through many pretty faces and was becoming a bit discouraged. Everyone seemed to be super submissive which he enjoyed, but he liked a challenge. Someone with a fire in them that he could tame and then he stumbled upon your profile. You were a platinum blonde bombshell. He clicked on your photo icon and scrolled through your pictures obsessively. Your profile description simply saying “I get what I want…😈.” He smiled at the quote and continued scrolling through your profile before quickly hitting the like button.

He was growing a bit nervous as the time went by. You hadn’t matched with him yet…You were coming home after a horrific date with a potential, but he was atrocious. He thought from your pictures that you were just some blonde bimbo and that made you nauseous. You swore off getting back on “Seeking Arrangements” but your curiosity was just too high. You started scrolling and the name Harwin Strong came up with this picture of this gorgeous man. You clicked on his profile looking to see if he was a catfish because honestly he was too handsome to be true. You noticed his occupation said Head of Security for Targ Tech Inc. and thought meeting him would be interesting.

You finally matched with him and he was so excited he felt like he was in high-school again. He knew he had to make the first move, but what was he supposed to say? He hadn’t done too much small talk or flirting for quite sometime and he didn’t want to come off as some awkward old man. He decided a simple hello would do the trick.

Strong_35

“Hello.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Hey handsome.😘 You’re new here right?”

He paused for a moment smiling subconsciously.

Strong_35

“Yeah, I’m kind of looking for something casual, but I do want a connection.I don’t get too much of a personal life so I thought this might be the next best thing. What’s your name?”

You smiled at how honest he was.

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“Are you sure your not a catfish? I just figure the Head of Security for Targ Tech would have women falling at his feet ya know? 😂😉 and my name is Y/N.”

Strong_35

“I can see why you would think that, but my work keeps me too busy most of the time. That’s a beautiful name, babe.”

Spoiled_Rotten_24

“So if we had an arrangement how do I know you could give me enough attention. You should know I’m a little needy and crave attention.”

He chuckled while he smiled from ear to ear.

Strong_35

“I’m sure you will find a way to keep my attention..after all “You get what you want.” Right?

This was easier than he thought or maybe it was because of you.

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Don’t tempt me I could easily make you miss two weeks of work. I’d have everyone thinking you went missing lol.”

Strong_35

“I’d definitely like to find out. I’m free tomorrow night if you would like to meet me somewhere for dinner and we can see where things go?”

Spoil_Rotten_24

“Yeah definitely. Meet me at “A Bellagio” @8 pm. You better not be late. And make sure you dress nice.

Strong_35

“I won’t I promise and okay.”

You had did some quick shopping to find a new dress and heels to wear for your date tonight. You blonde locks were pinned up in a sort of Anna Nicole style and you picked a shimmery light pink dress that hugged you silhouette just right and silver heels. Your make up was light, but you looked like you were glowing. You took an Uber there figuring you might just be going with Mr. Strong tonight. You were pulling up and he was standing at the entrance waiting for you. You stepped out of the car and approached you holding his hand out so you could step onto the sidewalk safely. “Thank you.” You smiled softly looking into his eyes watching them cascade over your face and your body.

He looked absolutely gorgeous in his navy blue suit and gold accented tie. He was really real you thought. You had hit the jackpot. Young, handsome, and rich? You were probably going to have a whirlwind romance with this guy. Well at least that’s how you would like it to be. “Hello, Y/N. I’m happy to see you.” He pulled your hand to his lips. The warmth of them against your skin sent goosebumps down your spine. “I’m happy to see you too. I see you aren’t a catfish after all.” He chuckled at your u snarky remark and slid his arm around your waist leading you inside. He had already gotten a table for the two of you and two glasses and a bottle of moscato waited for the two of you to return. He pulled out your seat for you like a true gentleman and you obliged sitting down gracefully. He took his seat and poured the sparkling wine into both glasses.

“Moscato is my favorite.” You were gushing inside but you played it cool externally taking a small sip from the glass as the waiter approached your table. This was one of your favorite restaurants so you already knew what you wanted to order. It took Harwin a little while to choose but you didn’t mind. “So Y/N besides Seeking Arrangements do you do anything outside of this?”

“You don’t have to be so formal..I’m a sugar baby… But, yes I actually went to school for two years to become a Cybersecurity Specialist, but I started doing this to pay off college and then my passions moved over to have my own business. I own several boutiques around King’s Landing and they are doing well actually.” He was a bit shocked she really didn’t need to be a sugar baby so why was she. “So why are you still doing this? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.” You giggled taking a sip of your wine while you sized him up a bit. “Well, if we’re being honest I like being spoiled and I like seeing men do whatever it takes to make me happy.”

He took a sip of his drink and looked into those green eyes and cleared his throat feeling as though he was being sucked in. “So this is just for fun then?” You gave demur smile and nodded. “Essentially, yes. I hope you don’t mind it. What is that you’re looking for. I know you said something casual with a genuine connection, but I don’t understand. It sounds like you want to fall in love. A connection always leads to something more especially with the physical parts are involved.” You crossed your legs and your foot swiped past his leg.

“I do want love yes..but I don’t know I figured maybe I could find it with someone here. I know that sounds stupid.” You stopped him. “It doesn’t sound stupid. You’d be surprised how many sugar babies hope to be taken seriously. Sometimes I still wonder if I could find that person but so far it was only transactional.” It wasn’t took long before their food was being brought out you ate and talked. The two of you laughed mostly and connected a bit learning about each other childhoods.

You wanted to know about how he got into Targ Tech Inc. . When you both were finished you continued to talk for a while and before you knew it was late and you honestly didn’t want to leave him. He broke your train of thought when he started speaking again. “I have to work..tomorrow..I should get ready to go.” You pouted and sighed before a brilliant idea crossed your mind. “Harwin, do you think you could take me home, I took a Uber here.”

Being the gentleman he was he obliged, paid the ticket and they left the restaurant to go to his car. It was a Volvo with an all black exterior and leather interior. You weren’t too far away both of you seemed to live closer within the city and that seemed convenient enough for you. The car ride was silent so you decided to speak. “I enjoyed dinner tonight and I was hoping we could continue to see each other..” He looked over to her and smiled placing a hand on her thigh squeezing it slightly. “I was going to ask you once we stopped at your place.” He chuckled and she blushed feeling the warmth of his hand on her skin.

Pulling up to your place you sighed looking at him and then to your condos building while you contemplated your next move. “Do you want to come in?” He was a bit shocked by the offer, but he didn’t object to it. “Sure, you got any whiskey.” She smiled grabbing her keys from her purse. “Of course I do..” They made their way up to her condo and he was honestly like in a state of shock. “This place is way nicer than mine.” She smiled and guided him to her living room. “Maybe you just need a woman’s touch.” She slipped out of her shoes and grabbed him that glass of whiskey he asked for. “I’ll be right back I want to get comfortable. Feel free to turn on the tv if you’d like.” He did just that trying to use the whiskey to calm his nerves it had been so long since he had been with a woman he didn’t really know what to expect.

She returned wearing a large t shirt that stopped just below the cuff of her ass. Her hair was put up and her make up was gone and if he wasn’t already dazzled by how gorgeous she looked all night. Right now she was even more beautiful than before in her natural state. He was taken aback and took a sip from his glass. She straddled his lap and took off his suit jacket throwing it to the side. He hesistated but he eventually let his hands grab on to her waist. She smiled letting her hands rest on his chest. “Soooo, Harwin…I know you said your schedule keeps you busy but I want you to know I’m rather needy. Even if you get off late I’d still like to see you I require lots of attention or I’ll get bored.” He listened intently his fingers subconsciously trailed up and down her spine causing her to shiver slightly. He smiled at her reaction his dick jumping within his slacks. His growing length pressing hard against the fabric and against her pussy. He groaned as once she started to grinding against it causing friction. He eased both hands into her shorts realizing she wasn’t wearing any panties and instinctively pulled them down.

“Well, baby girl if you’re going to be mine, I promise to do my best at keeping you as happy as I can.” He muttered focusing mostly on the way her ass filled his hands while he pushed and pulled her cheeks apart. A hand slipped down slowly letting two fingers rub across her folds and press against her clit. He groaned feeling how wet she was already and smiled laying a harsh smack against her ass. “Who told you, you could get this wet already, Hm?” She yelped and bit her lip in excitement as his hand smacked her other ass cheek leaving a soft red tint behind. He smiled at the sight of it and looked into those beautiful doe eyes of her grabbing her ponytail pulling her head back and kissing her lips. She moaned into the kiss as his rubbed her clit in circles causing her hips to buck aggressively. Her tongue found it’s way into his mouth and savored the taste of it against his own. She pulled away and a string of saliva was seen and in the heat of the moment he grabbed her face forcefully opened her mouth and spit into it before pulling her into another heated kiss. She fumbled with his pants unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants letting the pulsating monster free.

She looked wide eyed and was anxious once she saw his size. It was long and thick and had veins throughout it with a slight curve. Her pussy jumped in anticipation and he chuckled at the look on her face. She was practically salivating so ready to taste him. He could tell and decided they’d please each other all at once. Without warning he grabbed her once more by the waist and flipped her upside down. With his arms wrapped around her waist and her delicious pussy in his face. With his forearms holding her thighs his rough hands gripped her asscheeks spreading them and her pussy apart. He licked his lips hungrily as slowly dragged his wet tongue from her clit to her tight rosebud before dipping his tongue into it. She gasped and relaxed into him feeling him devour her without even thinking. She grabbed onto his dick and shoved it into her mouth quickly bobbing her head. Her eyes rolling back at the salty taste of precum coating her tongue.

He sucked on her clit and began fucking both holes with his tongue enjoying both immensely. “Fuck…you taste so good, Princess.” She cooed with her mouth full as he pumped his dick in and out of her mouth causing such a sloppy mess on her couch and floor. The sounds of her mouth glucking and gushing and his moaning, licking and sucking filled the room. He couldn’t take it anymore and sat her down so he could stand. He removed her shirt and pants completely and removed whatever clothes she had on left. He admired her frame and slowly let his two fingers slip inside her. She sighed and he hooked his fingers letting them rub against her spot in a come hither motion. She trembled and the sounds of her juices sloshing around made him smirk to himself. “Are you ready?” He asked in a hushed tone and she nodded without hesitation.

He placed her on all fours on the couch her arms resting on the top. He looked at the way her back arches and the roundness of her ass and let one hand hold onto her hip while the other guided his dick towards the entrance of her cunt. He slowly pushed inside her and the feeling of her warm walls wrapping around him made a deep growl bellow within his chest. “Fuck…” She moaned softly at the way he filled and stretched her and she moved slightly to adjust a bit. He began to slowly push and pull in and out steadying his breathing. It had been so long since he felt this feeling and he want to make it last. She cooed in response letting him know he was making her feel good just as well. He rubbed her ass cheeks before pushing them together and picking up the pace without warning. He pounded into her relishing the sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass and watching his shake with each thrust. She screamed and moan in immense pleasure and her cum soaked his dick and balls as she creamed.

He lifted a leg up onto the couch for more leverage and grabbed on her hair pulling her back so that he chest was against her back while his free hand held onto her stomach to hold their bodies together as he looked down to watch her ass clap against him. “Shit…you feel so good, Princess. I need you just like this everyday…you hear me…” She couldn’t say much but he pulled her hair demanding an answer. “Yes…Daddy..” He leaned his back and laughed at that name. “That’s a good fucking girl…” He could feel himself about to release. “Can I cum inside you, Princess.” She whimpered put a yes and he continued to pump into letting her cum before he did. Just as her climax covered his dick his warm cum flowed inside her until it filled her up to the brim. They stood there just like that for a minute and he kissed her shoulder lightly. “Let’s take a shower and go to bed, okay love?” He spoke sweetly. And she didn’t object to it.

After their shower they laid in bed with her laying on his chest and his fingers playing in her wet hair. “I’m supposed to work tomorrow, but I’ll call off for a few days. I’ll take you shopping and we can go on a little vacation. How does that sound, Princess?” She rubbed his chest and hummed softly. “That sounds amazing, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

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maidragoste · 1 year

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can you please make a Harwin Strong x reader where the reader and breakbones fall in love and get married but then the rumors about jace’s heritage start and Harwin admits cheating??? Thank you in advance

Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader

note: sorry for taking anon to make your request, and also for not following it completely. I hope you like it 🥰🥰

If you want a part two let me know because I already have ideas 👀

Part 2

reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

"He is Prince Jacaerys Velaryon" announced your good sister proudly handing the baby to the king, you excitedly waited your turn to meet your nephew. The next to take the baby was the queen, you couldn't help but worry when you saw how the smile disappeared from her, you understood that your nephew had been healthy and without any deformity so you didn't understand why your friend's face suddenly seemed so concerned. It even seemed to you that Alicent was hesitating before passing the child to you.

And when you held Jacaerys in your arms, you understood why. All the emotion you felt disappeared the second you saw her brown locks on his little head. Your vision blurred and you began to blink to make any possible tears disappear. You weren't going to cry. You wouldn't make a scene. The existence of this child was humiliation enough. The boy was precious but you couldn't bear to see him anymore so you passed him on to your brother.

"Hopefully the next one looks more like Velaryon," you said with a fake smile and the room suddenly seemed cold. You were pleased to see Rhaenyra and Harwin tense up. "I suppose mother's Baratheon blood is stronger than we thought," you added, looking at Laenor. You also felt betrayed by your brother. You were sure that he also knew about your cousin and husband's affair and he was never able to tell you.

"It could also be Aemma's Arryn blood," Viserys said, and you wanted to laugh when he didn't seem to read the room. Or perhaps he preferred to feign ignorance before punishing his daughter for giving birth to a bastard.

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“Is it yours?” was the first thing you said as soon as you were alone with your husband in their chambers. You didn't need to clarify what you were talking about. Harwin knew you were talking about Jacaerys.

The city guard commander thought through his answer. He didn't want to endanger the princess or his son, but from the look in your eyes he knew that if he lied to you, your reaction would be much worse. It was useless to lie to you because you already knew the truth. You knew it the first moment you saw the little prince.

"Yes," he replied "I'm sorry" He wasn't sorry about the birth of his child but he was sorry for hurting you.

You already knew the answer to your question, you just wanted to see if your husband was brave enough to admit his infidelity. You felt like such an idiot for not having seen it coming sooner…

Lie. You saw it coming only you were in denial and you turned a blind eye. You convinced yourself to believe Harwin's lies when he told you that he wouldn't come back to your chambers because he was on night watch even though you knew he couldn't have so many shifts in a row. You pretended not to hear the servants talk about the closeness between the commander of the city guard and Princess Rhaenyra. You ignored Larys and Alicent's concerns about those rumors. You ignored every red flag because you refused to believe it was true.

You had fallen in love with Harwin because he was a good man, he was attentive and loving and he made you laugh. In your head Harwin couldn't be hurting you and deceiving you in front of the whole court, your Harwin would never do that. Not the sweet man who had taken it upon himself to learn your family traditions for your wedding, not the man who whispered sweet words to you in the morning, not the man who looks like a happy puppy every time he sees you, not the man who From time to time he would bring you gifts after his patrols because according to him that bracelet or that ring reminded him of you… Not even when the princess got pregnant, he never made all those gestures or went to your bed. If he won't love you then he should have stopped doing all of that, unless he was only doing it to keep looking like a loving husband in your eyes.

"You love her?" You crossed your arms in an attempt to put on armor, you didn't want to show him how much his betrayal affected you.

You knew Harwin well and you knew he wouldn't cheat on you just for a one-night stand or just for passion. He wouldn't spoil his marriage just on the whim of the moment.

Harwin's eyes looked at you with deep sadness. He didn't want to hurt you even more but you deserved to know the truth "I love her" he admitted "I love both"

He wasn't lying. He still loved you, he could never stop loving the lovely girl he met as he helped her climb a tree to avoid a suitor. But her heart now also belonged to the princess, it had not been her intention to fall in love with her. After saving her from the incident of her wedding, he couldn't help but worry about her and he took notice of her as he seemed to have no one at court. He became close to a friend, he began to get to know what Rhaenyra was really like and he was captivated.

"Go to hell" you dug your nails into your arms, holding yourself back from punching him in the face "Now do you want to be like Aegon the Conqueror? Do you want to have two wives?" You sneered "From now on you will spend one night with me and ten with her?" you snorted.

Harwin took one of your hands and held it pressed over her heart so you could feel her heartbeat "I really love you both."

"It doesn't matter, because you already lost me" you let go of her grip and your husband looked at you with pain. At another time you would have felt sorry for him but now all you felt was pure resentment. "Please, go back to your princess and leave me alone"

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chloe-skywalker · 10 months

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More Than - Ser Harwin Strong

Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader Targaryen

Warnings: G.O.T

Word count: 1,307

Summary: Princess Y/n and Ser Harwin may harbor feelings for eachother. But when marriage is brought up will it bring it all apart or together?

Authors Note: Might’ve changed a few things for fun and for the story. This is the first House Of The Dragon story I wrote but it was not the first typed or posted.

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“Princess” Harwin nodded at seeing her approach from down the long hallway. He had been talking to a member of the Kingsguard.

Upon seeing the princess coming their way the other knight said farewell to Ser Harwn and left.

“Ser” Y/n greeted as she walked over to the knight. “I hope I didn’t interpret anything important.” She said as they watched the other knight leave.

“Nothing that’s more important than you, my princess.” Harwin smiled, turning to face her, giving her his full attention like he always does when she’s around.

“You flatter me Ser Harwin.” Y/n blushed looking down for a moment, flattered by his words.

“Its the truth princess. I prefer your company over anyone else's.” Harwin tell’s her honestly.

“Is that right.” Y/n smirked slightly at his statement. Not many people would talk so freely to her, and she enjoyed that about Ser Harwin Strong.

“It is yes.” He mirrored her expression.

“Well I think I should tell you Ser Harwin that I feel the same.” Y/n admits with a big smile forcing itself upon her lips.

“Is that right.” Harwin repeated her words from before with amusement in his eyes.

“It is yes.” Y/n followed suit repeating his as well.

The two laughed together, always enjoying each other's company.

“Will you be at the feast tonight?” She asked once their laughs had calmed down.

“I will. Could never miss a chance to be in your company.” He answered honestly, looking in her eyes, his shining with the truth of his words.

“Y/n!” Rheanyra called from down the long hallway waving her sister over.

Rheanyra’s call caught both Y/n and Harwin’s attention, glancing at her before setting their sights back on eachother.

“I’m being summoned. It was lovely talking to you Ser Harwin.” Y/n smiled up at the knight in front of her, excited to see him later on at the feast.

“And you, my princess.” Harwin gave a nod of his head understanding she had to go but had enjoyed their conversation.

^ ^ ^

“Father. You wanted to see me.” Harwin spoke as he entered his fathers chambers. His father had requested him to talk.

“Yes Harwin. We need to discuss something of importance.” Lyonel told him getting straight to the point. He held his hand out gesturing to the chairs nearby for them to sit down while they talked.

“And what may that be father.” Harwin spoke as they walked over and took a seat.

“Marriage.” Lyonel stated looking Harwin in the eyes.

“Father-”

“You knew this was coming eventually.” He cut his son off before he could speak any further.

Harwin stayed silent knowing that this did indeed have to happen at some point. But he enjoyed his company in Kings Landing and his service to the crown. Harwin didn’t really want to leave all that.

“I have a proposal that I’m going to talk to the King about but I wanted to tell you first.” His father continued before taking a deep breath, his plans would change his son’s life drastically and his future if it was agreed upon. “I’m going to offer your hand in marriage to the King for the princess.”

“Which princess?” Harwin gulped at the possibility not upset with it but that could change depending on which princess it was. Both are great lady’s but he only fancied one of them in that kind of way.

“Princess Y/n.” Lyonel tell’s him with nerves in his voice. Lyonel personally thought the two got along well and seemed to like each other so he hoped his son would be happy with his choice. “Are you okay with that?”

Harwin smiled, he was more than happy with his father’s choice. “More than okay with it.”

^ ^ ^

Later that night at the feats it was in full swing and there were lots of people, all doing different things. Some were sitting and eatting while others danced or stood around talking.

Harwin took notice of Y/n not long after he entered. He saw her stuck talking to Lord Lannister and Harwin decided to go make his way over to her and save her.

“My princess. Would you like to dance?” Harwin held his hand out, offering her an out from their current situation stuck talking to the arrogant Lannister.

“I would love to Ser.” Y/n smiled gratefully at him for saving her from the pompous ass.

As the two danced Y/n glanced over and saw both of their fathers talking to each other with wide smiles on their faces. “I wonder what they could be talking about.”

“I may have an idea.” Harwin glanced to where she was looking, seeing the same thing as her before answering. He knew exactly what they were talking about and if their smiles were anything to go off of it was a success on his fathers part.

“Mind sharing?” Y/n raised an brow in question.

“Follow me.” Harwin nodded after getting a nod from his father. He guided Y/n out of the great hall to the gardens.

Y/n walked over to the balcony looking up into the sky, gazing up at all the stars that lit up the night along with the moon. “It’s beautiful tonight out here.”

“It is.” Harwin agreed glancing up but he mainly meant the beauty standing right infront of him. His princess.

“Now Ser Harwin, mind telling me your idea of what our fathers could be talking about in there?” Y/n turned to look at him wondering about what it could be.

“My father told me earlier today that he would be proposing a proposition to your father tonight. “ He spoke as he stepped up to her.

“And what might this propersituation be about?” Y/n questioned not wanting to get her hope’s up but she had a sneaking suspension.

“Marriage. Between you and I, princess.” Harwin told her watching for her reaction.

“Oh?” Y/n was shocked but not disappointed. She was actually happy.

“That is if you want Princess? I would never want to force a commitment on you princess.” Harwin couldn’t read how she was feeling about this news, so he wanted her to know they could work something out.

“Ser Harwin if we are to be man and wife I believe and would like for you to call me by my name. No title.” Y/n smiled at him with a tilt of her lips teasing him just a little.

“As you wish princess- y/n. As long as it’s mutual. Please just call me Harwin.” He smiled out of relief and happiness wanting it to be like she said, no formalities.

“Of course, Harwin.”

“So then I take it you're okay with this arrangement?” Harwin asked, wanting to make sure.

“Out of all the men that have asked for my hand in marriage, Harwin Strong are my favorite.” Y/n laughed at his double checking. Even though it was very sweet.

“Showing favoritism?” He raised a brow teasing her.

“Perhaps.” Y/n bit her lip reaching out to interlace their fingers before looking up at him. Her knight and future husband. “To answer your question though. Yes I am more than okay with a marriage to you, Harwin. You are someone I can laugh with, be myself with, smile with, and you're someone I truly trust. We could have a happy marriage together.”

Harwin leaned his head down, resting their foreheads together. “I vow to make you the happiest wife in the whole realm. For as long as I live.”

“I can’t wait.” Y/n said before tilting her head up to kiss him.

Happy marriages and falling in love weren’t very common especially for arranged marriages but Harwin and Y/n had both and they didn’t plan on letting it go.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Professor? (MODERN AU)

pairing: Harwin Strong x OC!Reader

summary: Daeneryn Targaryen, youngest daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his second wife Alicent Hightower. Daeneryn is in her senior year of university with only a couple of months left until she graduates. Harwin Strong is her hot Wars of Westeros professor.

Word count: 7,5K

Warnings: Fluff, smut, P in V, Fingering, Blowjob, Professor kink, Degradation kink, Spanking, Size kink, Grinding, Praise Kink

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Daeneryn has always admired her hot professor Harwin, he was one of the nicest professors, always smiling and patient even when students showed their aggravating sides, sometimes even she wanted to throw her shoe on people like this, making fun of their own history but professor Strong remained cool and responded with a smart answer leaving the student baffled.

She took the course to merely watch him during the lectures, she did not need it for her future, besides she had her dream job waiting for her thanks to her father, yes he was absent but he at least tried to make sure her life along with her siblings were at least decent. She was to take the position of Marketing Manager in one of her father's many companies, Daeneryn was truly eyeing Dragon Fire Corporate (DFC), which was under the supervision of her older half-sister, Rhaenyra and her husband Daemon, who she had a good relationship with. Many times she had babysat her youngest children during her breaks whenever Rhaenyra went on a business trip, sadly she was the only one of her siblings who had a good relationship with Rhaenyra.

Professor Harwin's class was going to start soon which is why you should probably leave soon. Your eyes watched as the handle of the clock a couple of feet away ticked moving in a perfect circle. Professor Strong, oh how handsome he was, his curly hair down to below his chin which he sometimes slicked back into a man bun. The muscles on that man were insane, when did he even have time to go to the gym and get them.

Dany could not help but imagine how his veined hands would look like wrapped around her neck, even better if his cock was inside of her pussy drawing breathy moans from her lips but his lips were there to swallow them whole. She could not help but squirm at the thought of both his arms wrapped around her waist guiding her up and down his cock as she rode him in his lecture room where anyone could walk in.

"Earth to Dany" Daeneryn snapped back to reality when Baela snapped her fingers in front of her face. She reeled back confused for a second, she quickly realized that everyone were already done with their lunch and stood up except her.

"I'd pay every single penny in my pocket to know what you're thinking about" Jace teased, he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, Sara Snow. Daeneryn pushed her chair back with a roll of her eyes.

"If I wanted you to know I would've shared, dickhead" She hissed slapping his shoulder. He chuckled pushing her gently, minding that she were wearing heels for the day.

"Besides if you pay for her thoughts who will pay for lunch?" Rhaena pointed out from the other side of the table. Jace groaned throwing his hands up in frustration, every time they all went to lunch suddenly everyone forgets their wallets, its not about the money none of them cared about spending their parents' money it is more of a game on who it falls on and it seems it is Jace's turn for the day.

"Why did you have to choose such an expensive restaurant?" He huffed brushing passed Daeneryn t go pay at the register. She giggled along with Sara, she was from a rich family but not even considerable close to Daeneryn's, no one ever was.

"You know he will be grumpy about paying for the next like decade" She expressed with a giggle. Daeneryn smirked knowing this would actually put a dent on Jace's bank account after he got caught with Sara fucking in the living room and her half-sister cut some of his allowance until further notice.

"He can go cry to his mama about it, she is soft for him and will give him his money back in no time" Daeneryn huffed. She picked up her bag along with her books ready to go back to university for the last lecture of the day, Wars of Westeros. Baela linker her arm with Daeneryn's as they all walked out, she had the same class as Daeneryn but for what reason she had no idea.

"We will meet you guys at nine by the bar, right?" Rhaena wondered. Daeneryn felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out to find a text from her older brother Aegon.

DrunkBlonde: Where is my car?

Daeneryn's eyes snapped up to the red Black Lamborghini a few feet away parked. She had taken the first car key she found on the way out considering she was late and she did not care whose car she ended up with. Still she smirked knowing that will irk Aegon once she drove off.

Dany: With me

"Yes defiantly. I'll change at Dany's so don't wait for me" Baela replied to her sister. Daeneryn up looked grinned as Jace stepped out as well muttering under his breath, she can only hear 'Bitches', but it was so low it could have been something else, it was his fault he agreed to have lunch with only girls really, knowing that they liked expensive shit. Another text rocked Daeneryn's phone making her look down at the newest model of the half eaten device in all pink.

DrunkBlonde: If you scratch it I will fucking kill you

Daeneryn smirked evilly having half a mind to scratch it just to get on his nerve but decided against it. She may be spoiled and does not give a fuck but if she scratched a car every time she bickered with one of her siblings their money would be spent only on cars.

Dany: Do you not trust my driving skills?

"We'll go now, see you at nine" Baela noticed Dany not paying attention slowly stirred her to walk down the street to the Lamborghini. Dany gave a wave without even looking up from her phone. She pulled out the key unlocking the beautiful car and slipped in. The second Baela's door was closed Dany dumped her books and bag in the girl's lap.

"You bitch" Baela gasped dramatically. Dany smirked at the girl as her phone vibrated again. Dany winked at Baela before turning back to her phone.

DrunkBlonde: No

Dany: You literally taught me

DrunkBlonde: I never said I trusted myself with that car either

Dany: Fuck you

Dany threw her phone in her bag and turned on the car loving the sound of the loud engine. She did not even bother to put on her seatbelt as she pulled out of the lot and sped out of it an down the street. There was still fifteen minutes before classes started but knowing it was Professor Strong's lecture she could not wait. Excitement coursed through her body along with blood.

"What were you thinking about back at the restaurant?" Baela wondered. Dany slowed down before coming to a complete stop at a red car beside a black Range Rover.

"Not telling" Dany waved her off. She pulled her lipgloss out of her back and pulled down the screen with the mirror. She applied some on her lips smirking seeing as her makeup was done to perfection. She slammed close the screen and turned to place the bottle in the bag again. She looked up to find Baela gaping at her like a fish.

"What?" Dany asked confused. She looked around trying to identify what could have her sister's stepdaughter/ her best friend in such a shock.

"You like someone" Baela said as if it was a fact. Dany let out a fake laugh shaking her head from side to side.

"You've gone crazy" Dany noticed the light turned yellow prepared herself to take off again. The second the light lit green she was off again with the Range Rover close behind but still under the speed limit unlike her. She swerved into the university and into the closest spot near the doors. The sound of the expensive car earned the attention of many of the students around them. The Range Rover parked beside them much to Dany's annoyance, she could not endanger the Lamborghini.

"You do! You like someone!" Baela almost shouted handing Dany her things. The two girls slipped out of the car.

"Girl you've lost it. Me? Like someone? impossible" Dany shook her head as she locked the car. It is a known fact that Dany did not believe in love, not romantic at least, she lover her husky son Vermithor, but no one else. Dany has never been in a relationship before, she literally lost her virginity to Aegon's best friend Jason Lannister without him knowing.

"You do! Otherwise you would not doll up all the time and you would not deny it" Baela hopped around like some bunny. Dany's mouth fell open at her sudden excitement.

"Have you ever heard of someone agreeing to something that did not happen?" Dany sassed. She moved to stop Baela from jumping up and down. The other girl pouted teasingly. Before she could speak though her eyes snapped to something behind Dany and gasped shocked. Dany turned around fearing that something happened to Aegon's car but found Professor Harwin Strong himself stepping out of the Range Rover.

He was wearing black suit pants along with a white button up with the couple first buttons undone. Even from the small distance between them she could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and lemon. Dany's heart stopped when his eyes met her own as he closed the door and locked the car.

"Miss Targaryen, Miss Targaryen" He greeted both of the girls. Dany's sister's husband chose to change his last name along with his daughters to your Rhaenyra's which she was super proud of and in the tabloids they kept calling her a power woman.

"Professor" Baela greeted. Noticing Dany's lack of response she nudged her snapping her back to reality. Professor Strong turned to look at Dany as well.

"Professor" Dany nodded in greeting. Dany rubbed her upper arm where Baela had elbowed her. She turned to glare at the other girl but she only smirked at Dany with a shrug.

"You should not speed so fast Mis Targaryen, you are not only endangering yourself but others as well" He scolded. Dany's face dropped and heat rose up to her cheek noticing the annoyed tone in his voice, a tone she have never been on the receiving end of until today.

"Sorry Professor" She muttered, hand still rubbing where Baela hit her. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself before nodding his head. He moved both of his hand forward with his own bag and held them formally in front of him.

"Good, I'll see you both in class" His voice had changed in tone but it was not necessarily a good thing, he sounded gruff and it lowered a couple of octaves which only made Dany wet. She rubbed your thighs together to get some relief but that did not help at all.

"Yes Professor" Dany mumbled. He brushed passed her to get inside of the building. Her heart picked up in speed when the fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare skin causing goosebumps to form up her arm.

"This is wrong" Baela snapped Dany back to reality. She wanted to hit Baela for interrupting her fantasies for the second time in a span of less than thirty minutes.

"What?" Dany turned back to look at Baela. The other girl had a scowl on her face making Dany feel uncomfortable, she shifted fixing her hold on her books.

"What are you talking about?" Dany tried playing innocent. Baela eyes her up and down with a sigh.

"You fell for your professor? That is disturbing AF" Baela shook her head from side to side. As if she gets to speak! She was the one who fucked her high school biology teacher which she was failing until one day she wasn't.

"I did not fall for my professor I was merely praying he does not scratch Aegon's ride as he got out" Dany began walking into the building. Sweat of fear started building up her back and she had some speed in her step as if she can get away from the other girl who was not only in the same class but they were in a project together for said class.

"Do not lie Dany, you do not even believe in gods" Baela pointed out trying to keep up with the taller girl. How in the world Dany cold walk so fast with heels Baela had no idea.

"Enough Baela, you are delusional" Dany snapped, pushing open the hall door and stepping in. There some people in there but not everyone yet, they tend to come minutes before the lecture begins. There mostly girls fixing their makeup and hair.

"See those girls? You are just like them" Baela whispered. Dany's eyes widened in horror when the truth spilled right into her ear. She was acting like som desperate whore and for her professor no less. Baela moved to sit in their usual spot, the last row to the side where it was hard for them to be seen.

Dany followed her quietly with her head hung low, her blonde hair covering her embarrassment. She sat down huffing and her back let out a loud thump as it landed on the floor. She could hear some girl gasp in shock as if she could not believe Dany could throw a Louis Vuitton bag on the floor.

Dany did not dare look up at Professor Strong the entire lecture, even when he passed by to check on her and Baela's progress through their project, the project she could not concentrate on anymore and thankfully Baela did not comment on it. When the two hours were over she was the first out of the hall and in seconds she was by the car waiting for Baela.

The drive back home was quiet and neither girls said anything to one another. When they got there they decided silently to let the situation go for the time being and spoke of only their clothes and jewellery and on what to wear to the party. Dany chose to wear a simple black dress in no mood for exaggerated clothing as usual, she matched it with glittery silver heels and a matching purse. She left her hair in it's natural curls that she got from her mama but in platinum blonde that was from her father's side. Her makeup light with a minimum lipgloss.

This time Daeneryn took her own car, a white BMW, she did not know the number it was Aegon who usually changed her cars to the newest version or whatever, she did not really care. Baela seeing the tension and the turmoil of thoughts going on in Daeneryn's head decided to speak of her crush, a boy from their class as well, an Alyn Valeryon or whatever. Daeneryn tried to seem interested she really did but Professor Strong was all she could think of, the way she could see his muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt or the way his trousers looked tight around his thighs, he was just so muscular.

"There you are!" Rhaena greeted the two by the doors. She pulled them in for a group hug gasping at their dresses.

"You look so pretty, Dany!" Rhaena squealed. Her hand moved to twirl a curl around a finger, it was a rare accusation Daeneryn let her natural hair show but after showering earlier she had no energy to fix it.

"Yes pretty and in desperate need to get laid" Baela teased, wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's pulling her into the bar. Daeneryn rolled her eyes at the exaggeration of Baela.

"Not really feeling it, I'm here to get hammered no more" Daeneryn denied. She slid into the booth beside Jace who looked glum that Sara had to cancel for some reason. At least Lucaerys and Aemond were here.

"Yes hammered by someone's dick" Baela wiggled her eyebrows. Aemond grumbled taking a swig of his drink.

"Yes hearing my sister's sex life has always been a very interesting subject" He murmured. Daeneryn cringed agreeing that talking about this around Aemond was just awkward as hell.

"Like I said I just need a drink" Daeneryn waved a waited over. Usually they would go the bar but considering it was Dylan Hightower, a second cousin of theirs, who was bartending he did not mind coming over to the table to get their orders.

"Fancy having you here again, what can I get ya'll" Dylan's American accent was obvious from having studied there ever since he turned thirteen until two years ago.

"Vodka with whatever you want" Daeneryn was the first to throw her order at the young man. He chuckled scribbling down her order.

"Vodka on the rocks" Aemond was next with Jace getting the same thing. Baela and Rhaena chose to not drink so they can drive the two cars. Lucaerys ordered plain old beer.

The drink arrived soon after when the conversation were all different, the girls gossiping about a Baratheon girl who ended up pregnant while the guys were talking about cars. Daeneryn's drink was of reddish colour and tasted of cherish with he burn of vodka with each sip. She took huge gulps in need of getting drunk. In less than thirty minutes she was off the bar ordering a second one before returning to the table with shots.

"I needed more energy" She smirked as Dylan placed down the tray before leaving. They each took a small glass except Rhaena and Baela.

"You ready?" Daeneryn asked, one hand occupied with the shot glass and the other with a lemon slice.

"One... Two... Three..." The four drinking that night downed their shots in one quick motion, Jace and Luce scrunching their faces with disgust not used to the alcohol one being twenty and the other eighteen still new to drinking. Daeneryn laughed biting into the lemon slice and tearing the skin off before eating the juice part.

"Lets go!" Baela cheered filming the two's reaction before turning the camera onto Daeneryn. Daeneryn shook her hips to the tune of the music in the background with a smirk at the camera giving it a show.

"Dany!" Aemond scolded earning a laugh. Dany pouted innocently picking up her new cherry tasting vodka drink and took a small sip.

"Where is Aeg and Hel? Aegon doesn't usually miss opportunities to drink" Rhaena asked making sure Baela had ended the video. The older sister was quick to post the video on her story with no caption, it was not needed in her opinion and she was just a little bit lazy.

"Hel has early class and Aegon is out of town with some girl" Aemond shook his head disappointed. He sipped on his vodka on the rock, an unusual drink really but he liked it. He has been struggling with his on and off relationship with an older girl called Alys recently.

"Their loss" Daeneryn shrugged. Her head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, she never fared well with alcohol. She signalled Dylan to bring another round of shot and he was quick to do so. The clear liquid made Daeneryn's mouth water.

"Come on wuss" Rhaena nudged Luce who was shaking his head afraid of the alcohol. He sighed defeated and took the shot. Baela whipped her phone out again and filmed Daeneryn alone this time.

"Here goes nothing" Daeneryn swung back letting the liquid trickle down her throat, her eyes watered because of the burn but she was quick to tear into the lemon and chew on it for a distraction.

"Wooo" She yelled for no reason, slamming he cup down on the wooden table causing an echo. The music sounded louder in her ear and the figures sitting around the table grew blurrier with each second.

"Imma dance" She announced proudly. Aemond muttered an 'Oh no' knowing his younger sister was already half drunk. She sashed away with a perfect sway of her hips. Soon none of them could find her in the crowd on the dance floor.

"Let her have her fun" Baela immediately shot down Aemond when he tried getting up to find Daeneryn.

The blonde young adult found herself in the middle of the dance floor hanging off some guy who looked just as drunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to his chest swaying to the music. There was a drumming in her head and her ears rung but the music was still very evident in her ears. She looked at the guy through her lashed gasping when she saw Harwin Strong in front of her.

"Professor?" She tilted her head to the side confused. The guy leaned down to lean his head against her shoulder.

"You're into your professor blondie?" he asked nibbling on her ear. He pulled back to look at her, Harwin Strong was long gone and in his place was a younger guy but with almost the same physic.

"I can work with that" He smirked. He leaned down trying to capture her lips but she turned away. Her hands trembled as she tried pushing him away. For once luck on her side and the dude saw she was panicking or whatever was happening to her.

"Hey hey, calm down, let me get you some water" He wrapped an arm around her waist guiding her away from the dance floor and to the bar. She sighed in relief as she let her body sit on one of the high chairs there.

"A water for the lady" The man ordered Dylan. Dylan nodded and scrambled to get her some water. Daeneryn thanked Dylan and sipped on the water trying to regain some sense.

"Thank you" She nodded at the blonde guy. He had a sweet smile on his face.

"No problem blondie, need me to get you someone?" He asked. His eyes roamed the room looking through the people still dancing and the tables filled with people.

"Baela from table four" She whispered. The guy nodded and went off in search of the number on the tables. Soon he returned with Baela by his side looking worried a little.

"Dany! Are you okay, girlie?" Baela asked. Her hand raised to push some of her hair back behind her ear. Daeneryn could already feel the bile rise in her throat.

"Get me out of here" Daeneryn begged. Baela wasted no time wrapping an arm around Daeneryn's waist and helped her off the stool thanking the guy before pulling the blonde out of the bar. The second fresh air hit Daeneryn in the face she was crouching down the side throwing up whatever there was in her stomach.

"Shhh girlie, let it all out" Baela pulled Daeneryn's hair back and away from her face. Dany whined feeling a headache approaching and she was nowhere near sobering up.

"Home" She whined like some child. Baela directed Daeneryn to the white BMW helping her into the passenger side and slid into the driver's side.

Baela kept turning to look at Daeneryn every now and then checking on the drunk girl, she never really faired well with drinking. She tried being as quiet as possible trying to get to Daeneryn's room without alerting Alicent or Viserys who slept in two different rooms or Helaena who was also asleep.

By two in the morning she finally managed getting Daeneryn out of her dress and into her lingerie looking sleep dress and slid her under the covers. She changed her clothes and slid in on the other side of the bed so she can sleep as well.

Classes did not start until late in the day the next day so they were able to get at least six hours of sleep before the alarm went off waking the two girls up. Daeneryn was the first to get up rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and shook Baela off deciding to stay in that day and miss the two classes she had.

Baela was not happy but did as Daeneryn wanted and went on her own. Her mood worsened when she noticed Professor Strong's eyes kept searching the lecture room pausing at her before resuming, he was searching for Daeneryn.

Daeneryn was not having a good time, she kept throwing up her bathroom and could not keep anything down except some warm tea and Aegon's miracle sandwich he sent her the recipe of. She slept most of the day trying to get rid of her hangover.

The next morning Daeneryn was much better and decided to join Baela to class. She wore much simpler clothes this time, just jeans and Aemond's King's Landing university hoodie. She tied her hair back in a pink bow to match her purse and sneakers. Baela kept Daeneryn updated on their project, they were almost done with it and they definatly will be if they worked hard enough during class.

The two sat in the furthest corner int he lecture room whispering to one another and adding some information here and there and some references before submitting the project to Professor Strong one five minuted before the lecture was over not like they listened much.

"Miss Targaryen do stay for a minute" Professor Strong called as everyone pilled out. Baela froze by the door and turned to look at Professor Strong. He turned from his computer to look at the two girls.

"You can go Baela" He nodded at the other girl. Baela raised her eyebrow but nodded and left the room.

"What is the matter professor?" Daeneryn asked worried. Harwin pushed back his chair and moved closer to the blonde.

"Where were you yesterday, you missed important information" Harwin glared down at her. Daeneryn could not help but feel aroused at the way his muscled flexed or how his voice dropped some octaves as he spoke with her.

"I was not feeling well professor however Baela kept me updated" Daeneryn answered. She gasped shocked when he pushed her back against the closed door. One of his hands remained by her head while the other trailed down to the lock and with a click it was locked.

"Yes I saw" His hand moved from the door to his pocket pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and opened something before turning it to show her.

It was an article one some website with the video Baela took of her swaying her hips after the first shot emerged. The caption read 'Big brother Aemond disappointed with younger sister's behaviour' the video then turned to Aemond, it was mute but Daeneryn remembered the warning in her brother's voice.

"It was just a night out, they exaggerate" Daeneryn laughed awkwardly. Harwin pocketed his phone again, placing his hand on the other side of her head and leaned down.

"You have been a very bad girl, Daeneryn" He growled lowly. His face was inches away from her own. She gulped attempting to rub her thigh together to get some friction. She wanted to slap herself for feeling this way around her professor, Baela was right this is wrong, besides Baela was the one with the experience of getting involved with your teacher.

"What? Professor I-" he cut her off with a finger to her lips. His eyes turned from looking at her right eye then to the left and again repeating the process. He leaned even closer to the point she could feel his breath on her face. She gulped unconsciously fearing what was to come. Her bag fell from her hand in shock from how close he was to her.

"You've been out partying like some whore showing off your body to some unworthy man, tell me did you get laid?" He asked, cocking up an eyebrow. She whimpered at the title he threw her way and he noticed, smirking victoriously at getting a reaction out of her. Her teeth tried breaking the skin of her lower lip successfully.

"No professor, I promise-" He cut her off again by shoving his fore and middle finger inside of her mouth. She gasped shocked, her eyes snapped up to look at him wide and so very beautiful, the lavender in the were almost gone as her pupil dilated.

"I do not want you to promise me shit" He hissed. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly watching as a string of spit connected them to her plump lips.

"What do you want then?" She asked, feeling her patience running thin. Harwin was having none of that and delivered a slap to her thigh with his other hand making her squeak.

"Spoiled brat, I should fuck that attitude out of you" His hand snapped up to wrap around her throat. The little bunny act was gone in a second and a smirk painted Daeneryn's lips. Harwin's eyes widened when he realised that she has been toying with him this entire time, riling him up and she succeeded with an A+ from his reaction.

"What are you waiting for then, Professor?" She asked, her eyebrow shot up teasingly. She tried rolling her hips feeling his bulge against her thigh. He sighed at the contact but his glare did not waver.

"You truly are a whore, huh?" He asked. He leaned his forehead down on her own, putting pressure on her neck slightly. She whimpered desperately.

"Come on professor, punish me for being a whore... your whore" She moved her hands up his huge biceps and back down his chest towards his buttons. She unbuttoned two buttons exactly before he moved back with his hand still around her neck and pulled her like some dog to his desk. With a swipe of his hand all the papers and his things were scattered all around the room. His hand moved to the back of her neck instead of her throat and pushed her to bend over the table.

"I'll punish you alright, little Targaryen" He pulled reached forward to unbutton her jeans before pulling them down to her knees. He pushed her knees apart as far as possible with the jeans stretching as far as possible. He felt a feral feeling grow in his chest at the sight of her black lace underwear, she planned this.

"Naughty girl" His hand came down on her ass cheek making it jiggle. She whined wiggling her hips desperate.

"Such a little slut for professor, huh?" He asked delivering another blow to her backside. He leaned down so his chest was flush against her back. He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck, licking a strip up and back down loving the ways bruises were already forming seconds after turning red. Daeneryn forgot all about the spanking enjoying the feeling of his body so close, his heat engulfing her so perfectly and his lips felt like feathers on her skin which earned Harwin a loud squeal when he delivered a third spank surprising the blonde girl.

"Professor" She moaned pushing her hips back, rubbing her reddening bottom against the tent that formed under his black dress pants. She pulled Aemond's hoodie off to show her matching bra.

"What? Are you already wet?" He teased, feeling his cock growing harder at the sight of the bra. He moved to stand up straight again. His hand trailed down her spine and down to her hips grabbing her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her knees. They probably would stretch beyond being wearable but Daeneryn did not care, she can just buy a new pair.

"Look at that! A waterfall is coming out of you, little Targaryen" Harwin teased. He ran a finger over her slit gathering some of her arousal on the digit. Daeneryn whimpered feeling her cheeks growing warm at the declaration, she felt like a teenage girl again getting wet from three spanks and his mere voice. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and threw it over her hoodie by the desk.

"Whose this for?" He asked. He put some pressure on her clit earning a sigh of relief. He rubbed slow circles letting her get used to his touch, the roughness of his skin before moving back over to the slit.

"Answer me" he demanded, pushing his pointed finger inside of her with ease. Daeneryn squealed unconsciously pushing her hips back for more.

"You, all wet for you, professor" She cried. Harwin hummed approvingly curling his finger inside of her. She moaned happy with the attention he was giving her. His finger explored inside of her in search of that soft spot that got her seeing stars.

"Tell me little Targaryen, did you enjoy whoring yourself around?" Harwin asked, adding a second finger inside of her. Daeneryn gulped grabbing at the edge of the table for some stability.

"I- I-" She could not even answer because he found that spot. Her eyes rolled back and moan left from her chest instead of her throat. Harwin smirked seeing her legs begin to shake and pressed harder at the spot before pulling out earning a whine. He pushed her jeans and underwear further down and off along with her sneakers.

"Answer me and I will let you come" He promised. Daeneryn turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He was smirking and his hair was a mess, he probably ran his fingers through her watching the way she sucked his fingers in so good. Her cunt clenched around nothing at the mere sight of him.

"I- I-" She still could not speak. Harwin placed his hands on her hips grinding his hips against her behind with a smirk. He leaned closer to her until his lips were by her ear again.

"I-I- speak, whore" He mocked. His hand came down slapping her thigh sending a jolt of sparks straight to her core.

"I did it to forget you" She cried, her forehead made contact with the table to hide her humiliation.

"Hmm is that so?" He pulled back. Daeneryn's heart picked up pace when she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her body's shaking worsened with anticipation.

"Professor" She whined, at the feeling of his tip making contact with her clit. He shushed her prodding at her whole getting her arousal to coat his cock. He pushed his tip inside slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Bad girl" He smacked her bottom again when she tried pushing her hips back to get him to push inside. He pushed in, in one go making her scream. He leaned down to cover her mouth his his hand. He started moving without giving her time to adjust, gone was the caring professor and in his place was Harwin Breakbones, a man who enjoyed the pain.

"Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Which one are you?" He asked. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. His pace was relentless, Daeneryn's head was fussy and she started loosing feeling in her legs.

"Bad- ooh" She moaned, he moved his hand to give her space to speak. With each thrust his mushroomed head pushed against the spot his fingers reached earlier, an area Daeneryn could not reach with her fingers hence the dildo hidden in a box under her bed, but his cock was nothing like the purple dildo, no he was longer and had a wider girth to him the biggest Daeneryn has had ever had inside of her.

"Hmm will you be a good girl for me?" He questioned. Daeneryn moaned a little too loud to his comfort and his hand slapped against her mouth again. His other hand moved to her hips to assist with his thrusts.

"Bad girl" He moved to stand straight and pulled her back with him with the hand over her mouth. His hips were snapping against hers at this point, Daeneryn tried rolling her hips back to meet his as much as she could. She could feel the area where her the edge met her his skin already burning and a bruise was forming there.

"Sorry" The singular word came out muffled. Harwin moved his hand down to her throat cutting some of her airway, enough for her to breath but not make too much sound.

"Close" She whined. Her head rolled back against his chest, she could not even reach his shoulder. Harwin smirked also noticing the size difference.

"Say you'll be my good girl and I'll let you cum" Harwin had to fight back his own orgasm when he felt her walls clenching around him, trying to milk him.

"Please... I'll be g-good" Daeneryn tried to run at her own clit but Harwin was faster pushing her hand away and began rubbing it himself. Her whole body was burning, sweat was coating her hairline and the back of her neck. Her legs were shaking and she could barely breath.

"Yes!" She cried pushing back against him trying to swallow more of him if possible. Her hands tweaked her own nipples needing an anchor to stay conscious.

"Tight" Harwin's voice sounded strained. Her cunt pushed his cunt out of her much to both of their displeasure. Daeneryn's hips pushed forward to grind her clit against the table pushing his hand closer to her cunt if that was possible. His rubbing did not stop riding out her orgasm. She leaned down on the table for some stability, she could not hold her own weight up and her arms were shaking.

"Good girl" Harwin moved both of his hands to her hips helping her hold up some of her weight. She sighed in relief as her shaking ceased slowly.

"But I am not done just yet" She gasped at the suddenness of his movement, he turned her around and picked her up to sit on the table.

"Professor?" His hand rested in between her breasts, covering half of both, everything about him looked too big compared to her. He pushed her back to lay on her back.

"Shh little Targaryen" He spread her legs open and let them curl around his waist. His head fell back as he slowly pushed back inside of her hole. Daeneryn whined from the overstimulation, she barely got to cum once when she was with a guy let alone to feel a fully hard cock inside of her after an orgasm.

"That's it, sucking me in so well" Harwin praised. Daeneryn wiggled her hips from side to side trying to adjust to his size again. He leaned down close to her, cupping her face with his big palm.

"You okay?" He asked concerned. She willed her eyes to peal open with a soft smile on her face. He realised that he did not ask for permission to touch her in the beginning and was about to pull out but she pulled him closer with her legs.

"Never better" She whimpered, grinding against him. Harwin smirked beginning to move again. Slower this time, but still just as deep if not deeper.

"Good girl, taking my big cock so well" He praised. Daeneryn tried to move her hips to his rhythm. Harwin moved to kiss along her neck and collarbone. Daeneryn's fingers buried into his brown curls moaning straight into his ear. Harwin himself let some moans slip through, she felt so good around him, like a glove made just for him.

"Yes soo big" She cried. His lips trailed down to her chest sucking against the skin. He took a nipple in one mouth and the other was covered by her hand. His hands held her sides moving her body on the table to meet his thrusts.

"You're so big Professor" She resumed her whining. all fear that anyone can hear was erased from both of their head. Harwin tugged at her nipple with his teeth before moving to the other one moving her hand away. One of his hands reached in between their bodies to rub at her numb. her back arched into him at the pressure.

"Yes make me cum, professor" She cried. Harwin's thrusts picked up pace almost matching those of his fingers.

"Come on little Targaryen, cum on my big cock again" Harwin moved to whisper in her ear. He groaned feeling her walls clench around him again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer using him as her anchor this time instead of her own breasts.

"Fuck yes" She spasmed around him, her whole body shaking with her second orgasm. Harwin picked up his thrusts to ride her orgasm and feeling his own approaching.

"Fuck yes little girl" he pushed her arms away to stand straight, pulling her legs up over his shoulders to thrust even deeper, covering more of his cock.

"Fuck!" Daeneryn cried body still recovering from her second orgasm but he was still moving. Her hands grabbed at the edges of the table feeling it moving against the floor.

"So good" Harwin cried, throwing his hair back. His sweaty curls looked amazing around him, he looked like a god.

"Fuck me professor" Daeneryn cried. Harwin looked like he was in a different universe with her cunt clenching so tight around him. She felt a third orgasm building up, it was close to her second one since he gave her no time to recover.

"Cumming" She warned, wiggling her hips. Harwin turned from looking at where they were joined to look at her face, snapping out of his trance to find her eyes rolling back, her back arching of the desk, her arms looked like they were tensing by her sides unable to move and her legs shook over his shoulder.

"Cum" he growled, snapping his hips harshly against her own. Daeneryn slapped a hand to her mouth to cover the scream that erupted from her chest. Harwin grunted trying not to cum inside of her as he rode out her orgasm.

"Fuck" He groaned pulling out fully, palming himself furiously. Daeneryn used whatever energy she had to roll off the table and kneel down in front of him. Harwin's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at the sight of her on her knees for him, the daughter of the richest man in the city if not the whole country.

"Here, let me professor" Daeneryn pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. Harwin was so close, he could already feel some of his cum moving through his cock.

Daeneryn sucked and licked his shaft, tongue flattening against the veins that adorned his cock. She moaned against his skin when his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair to move her faster against him. She bobbed her head back and forth. He looked down and the sight was his undoing, he grunted loudly as his cum shot down her throat. Daeneryn did not stop her movement and even moved her hand to cup his balls making sure she got everything he could give her.

"Fuck" He pushed her head off him gently. Daeneryn panted leaning back against the table. Harwin crouched down to her height looking over her, body shining from the sweat that covered her body, her thighs were covered in her own cum and her hair was a mess.

"You were such a good girl" He leaned closer to capture her lips. She giggled letting him help her up and to sit on the table. He moved to his bag pulling out wet wipes. He wiped her arousal from between her legs before moving to clean the spit and cum from his own cock.

"How is that for roleplay?" Daeneryn asked. Harwin threw away the dirty wipes before moving back over to her.

"You like roleplaying as the bad girl?" He teased, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her closer to the edge. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss. His tongue immediately prodded her lips and began exploring her mouth, battling her own. Daeneryn pulled away from him panting.

"Baela is starting to catch on, she thinks I have a crush on you" Daeneryn pulled away from him and hopped of the desk in search of her clothes. She pulled up her underwear moving to clasp on her bra.

"Is that truly a bad thing?" Harwin asked pulling up his own boxers. Then he pulled up his dress pants and buttoned his shirt again, Daeneryn realised that in their haste Harwin kept his shirt on the entire time.

"My love I am not telling anyone so you don't get fired and I expelled. When I graduate I swear I will scream it from the roof of the building if you want" Daeneryn walked over to him as she buttoned her jeans. Harwin smiled leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I'd like that" Harwin moved to grab Aemond's hoodie and handed it to her. Daeneryn raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Me screaming from the roof?" She teased.

"No, everyone knowing how much we love each other" Harwin pulled her close to his chest the second her shirt was on. He leaned his forehead on her enjoying the smell of her perfume and sex that filled the room.

"Soon, professor"

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I Would Like That (Harwin x Reader)

Another Harwin imagine and this was actually really interesting cause I wanted to write a slow burn with an arranged marriage trope, I hope you like it.

Lady (y/n) Tower was a wonderful match for Harwin, a noble house of the river lands and allies to Harrenhal, his Father Lyonel did not want to discuss it further with Harwin, especially after the whispers amongst the red keep of Harwin's living princess Rhaenyra pregnant, the same that this would bring to house Strong would be fatal.

(Y/n) traveled to Kings landing to meet with her intended, Harwin was wildly disinterested but respectful, it was to his knowledge that the lady did not have a choice in this nor was it her scheme to be ripped away from Princess Rhaenyra.

“May I present the third of my four children, lady (y/n)”

“My lord”

(Y/n)s voice was as light as a feather as she bowed before her future lord husband and good father, Lyonel was impressed, the lady was young and attractive, and she would stand well next to his boy.

(Y/n) took in Harwin for the very first time, the rumors were true he looked quite powerful, he also looked as strong as he was handsome, with curls that fell loosely and deep blue eyes, she immediately pictures little children that inherited his eyes.

Harwin took her hand in his to place a kiss on the back of her palm, some would say it was a good start for the couple, however (y/n) only felt coldness radiating from his lips, he hadn’t said a thing and he did not appear to be excited or even interested.

She shifted from one foot to the other due to the uncomfortable aura that lingered within them, Lyonel waited for a minute to give his son a chance but to no avail.

“You must be tired, the journey is certainly long and we deeply appreciate you for coming all the way here, let us show you to your chamber”

“That sounds lovely”

(Y/n) had a target on her back, to which Harwin hated himself for it, the minute they were married he felt responsible for her, (y/n) is kind, poised, and optimistic, to be around her was like being in the sun, her warmth engulfed you, unfortunately for her a few days after their wedding princess Rhaenyra gave birth to Jacaerys Velaryon, a boy that looked almost identical to Ser Harwin.

One could imagine the embarrassment that ran through her veins when she had to bow before the princess and her husband and congratulate the couple for their heir, still, she smiled fondly at them before she peeked at the child, her hand landed on the top of his head to caress the babe's hair lovingly.

“Congratulations princess, one day I hope to be as lucky as you”

Some say it was a jab to Rhaenyra, others it was a secret pain that bled (y/n)s heart to death, whatever the case may be Harwin felt the urge to do better by her, every time his gaze fell upon her he was constantly reminded of how he was underperforming in his wedlock.

“I have arranged for us to leave when spring comes, harrenhal is lovely this time of year”

“I do not understand”

“We are going to settle to Harrenhal, I will take my place as my father's heir and you will be by my side”

(Y/n) did not respond, she just furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to find the reason behind his new plan, ever since they were wed Harwin had not only been the commander of the city watch, but he was also sworn knight to Princess Rhaenyra, how could he leave everything behind?

Harwin almost sensed the questions that occupied her brain and reached from his chair to grab the hand that was resting on the arm of her chair, Harwin and (y/n) were not usually physical with each other, as much as she would love to be Harwin had never shown that type of intention.

“I haven’t done right by you, it is time for me to treat you a lady Strong deserves to be treated”

(Y/n) smiled as her heartstrings played like the sweetest of harps and the words rested on her mind, it felt like a beacon of hope had finally been lit in her life.

She nodded before she bit her lip to hide her excitement, she could already imagine telling that story to her beloved daughter when she comes of age and must marry, to bestow optimism for what’s to come to her and show her that there is always room for improvement.

Unfortunately, one mustn’t know all the plans that the future holds.

Harwin had gotten into a fight with a commoner while he was on watch and had managed to slice in the belly, along with a pretty heavy wound on his head, his fellow knights had dragged him to his wife, waking up in the hour of the bat to see your husband bleeding and unconscious caused her to go in hysteria, she had woken up the entire castle with her screams and luckily the maester as well.

(Y/n) tended to him for a fortnight, sat by his bed awake, and cleaned his bandages every two hours like clockwork, the damage was not fatal but it was serious and if it got infected the cost would be his life, Harwin would wake up only to be fed by her, soup, water and bread, that was all he was allowed to consume since they had once tried to give him meat and he threw up almost immediately, his stomach could not handle it yet.

“(Y/n)”

“It’s me my love, time for supper”

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around him like the maester had shown her to make it easier for him to sit up, Harwin grunted as he felt his flesh stretched which was an extremely unpleasant sensation alongside how fragile he had become.

“Here, I managed to convince the maester to let us add fish, I know eating the same thing can be boring”

“Nothing can be boring when you are the one that serves it, dear (y/n)”

(Y/n) could already detect the blood rushing to her cheeks as she was blushing, how could she not? Harwin had been in and out of consciousness for days, barely being able to speak, now as he slowly was coming up on his feet and (y/n) could listen to the sweet sound of his voice was a treat by itself, let alone to listen to such lovely compliments.

(Y/n) dipped the spoon on the plate before she blew slightly to cool the substance and then fed it to Harwin, the warmth of the soup brought comfort to him, and the combination of food with (y/n) looking at him with her deer-like eyes as she waited for a reaction was getting his spirits high.

“Oh I remember you, you were right, fish makes it better”

“If you digest it properly maester said that we can also try to help you walk, I was thinking of the gardens since the weather has been generous the past days”

“Not more than you, you have been more than generous to me”

“It is my duty as your wife to tend to you”

“No, it isn’t, you have been ridiculed by the court, you could have despised me and left me for dead”

“Harwin-“

“You endured it all, with grace at that, now you came to my aid and have been nothing but wonderful to me, you are more than I could ever ask for”

“You are not a bad man Harwin, I understand I was not the lady you would have chosen to be your lady wife”

“Indeed, I would not have picked you”

The scrunch of the nose that Harwin saw (y/n) does was enough to help him recognize that (y/n) was also hurting, badly, she thought that she came second and perhaps that stood true when they first met.

(Y/n) was about to feed him another spoonful before Harwin stopped her, once again he grabbed her hand but this time he brought her knuckles up to his lips to place a kiss full of endearment.

“Because I was a blind man that did not see the blessing that is you, I am delighted that my father was smart enough to see the gem that you are. I love you”

Tears came to her eyes as the weight that had kept her from breathing was finally lifted off her chest, she deserved a round of applause for how well she had kept it together for this long, only the Gods know the number of times (y/n) had cried herself to sleep from the unbearable burden of having to wed a man that already had a firstborn bastard and with a princess at that, she kept her spirits high for the sake of her family and to restrain herself from going insane.

“You healed my wounds, I believe it’s time that I heal yours, what do you say?”

“I would like that”

Her voice cracked as the tears ran down her cheeks for Harwin to reach and wipe away, it was hushed but it was enough of a response for Harwin to smile at her, silence fell upon them but as they stared back at one another all that needed to be said was there, to Harwin's hand resting upon hers and the fond grins.

They both experienced the relief of beginning a new chapter as they both held the pen together, their vows coming to fruition as they spiritually became one, accepting one another as someone to love and hold.

As (y/n) kept feeding her husband with the ritual of slightly blowing each spoonful for him slowly but surely the soup vanished from the dish and Harwin felt better than ever, it was perfect timing for his father to walk in.

“How are you today son?”

“Much better, my dear has been taking good care of me”

Lyonel came to a halt at the scene that unfolded before him, (y/n) placed the tray aside and Harwin stretched his arm to find her hips and pull her next to him, making (y/n) yelp from the surprise and plop right next to him.

Lyonel admired his good daughter ever since he met her, she was perfect for Harwin and the way she cared for him and stood by him was admirable, to say the least, now that Harwin had seen to look past his nose and become the man he should have been months ago to her was wonderful news, Lyonel nodded once as a smirk played on his lips.

“I see I am interrupting, I shall leave you to it”

“No, you are not interrupting my lord”

“Father with all due respect I would like to spend some time with my lady wife, in private”

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